When I Say Their Name, They Show Up.

Title: When I Say Their Name, They Show Up.

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. If you honestly believe that it is impossible for me, as just one woman, to do everything I do for REAL in this world, it is not me whom you underestimate. It is yourselves.

Egypt. The Egyptian people are "tired of revolutions." I would be, too, if I had spent that long screaming in the streets but still had no government to serve my people. Egypt, you need a government who will enforce not just grant full human rights for all of your people evenly.

Turkey. You were always part of my beautiful world, old friend, but now, my darling President Vladimir Putin of Russia, welcome to my planet. You have been irrationally demonized to people who love me.

As I told Chancellor Angela Merkel of Germany in my last blog post, our being irrationally demonized proves that we are all REAL heroes "of Squid, America, and the world." Obama orders this modus operandi of manipulating the public into hating genuinely good and brave people pretty much uniformly.

I published my last blog post at 3:27am on 17Feb2015. And before I left my darling wifi hotspot in MY neighborhood, I caught up with my TweetHearts before watching my middle-aged men online at 6am.

Sadly, my CBS app crashed right after my darling Mr. David Letterman's monologue. "WHAT?!? No top ten list?" And, there were no new broadcasts for my darling Mr. Jon Stewart nor my darling Mr. Larry Wilmore on Comedy Central. It was a little lonely.

I had already paid my bill before I even finished writing my previous blog post, so after 7am, I checked in at my usual bus stop. And I was asleep in my usual place under my palm tree overlooking the ocean as fast as possible.

I was awakened at 8:46am by alarms announcing Obama's latest acts of war against my crosstown loved ones. So, I sent them all of the help I could. I finally woke up at 2:18pm.

After digging around in my bag and finding my roll of quarters had been moved there out if my bra while I had slept, I had assumed the CIA were telling me they are still in town. CIA agents are the only people I know of who put their hands in my bra while I sleep. Luckily, I still had my panties on because that is the sort of thing people in love with me would steal from me. Giggle.

There were more alarms announcing more open acts of war against my local lovers and believers at 3:13pm, so I sent all of the help I could again. Then, at my closest wifi hotspot, at 3:39pm, I learned that Obama was openly denying me any and all wifi specifically so I could not do my REAL job of globally-critical service to humanity, particularly saving brave innocents out from under Obama's iron fist of war and terrorism.

From there, I locked down the building with my PO Box in it, and at 4:39pm, I went to see if FBI Director James P. Comey was going to uphold the agreement we made. On Valentine's Night, his representative "James" agreed to send me $200 every single Tuesday in marked bills no one could ever acknowledge to my face were marked until Obama's "egg" finally ends.

Upon checking my PO Box, I learned that, no, the FBI had refused to uphold their agreement with me. So, I bought some snacks for a picnic. And, at 4:52pm, I received a message from FBI Director James P. Comey that he had decided to cover his own (expletive). I know how to use a clock, James. I know what order these things happened in. We can play the verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals anytime.

Look, FBI, your excuse in your email was that you could not uphold your agreement to give me $200 by Tuesday, 17Feb2025 but would give me $50 on Wednesday, 18Feb2015 because the Post Office was closed on President's Day, Monday, 16Feb2015 and because you wanted to make sure I could receive mail at my REAL address.

Dude, you are the FBI. You are the ONLY people in America with any legal authority or jurisdiction to either interrupt or interfere in US Postal Service activity. No, I am not going to cover your cover story. You are the FBI. You have no excuse for not being able to mail me $200 every damn Tuesday.

Furthermore, hopefully-soon-to-be-darling Comey, I refuse to cover your cover story, so I can tell the whole world that you are giving me enough money to feed myself. Calm the (expletive) down. I know what I am doing. You can stop lying now.

After buying food for my picnic, a verified and unedited recording which I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate as fast as possible, at 4:53pm, I checked in at my bus stop. And soon, I was on the bus with the picnic I had packed traveling to my counterterrorism "office." I had missed my darlings there for months, too. Please reread my 28Sep2014 blog post.

I was connected to the complimentary wifi there at 6:27pm. And the place, though crowded when I arrived, was suspiciously emptied out by 6:38pm. That is the point of my visiting my counterterrorism "office"-- to see what abnormal things go on there.

As promised, I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug from all of them was as delightful as ever.

So, at 7:22pm, I was done eating my picnic, so I walked around my counterterrorism "office." I had been told that everything was fine there two days previously. But since then, it looked like Obama had committed the crime against my home of shutting everything down. After I arrived, my locals had to scramble something "normal looking enough" to satisfy me and my SquidStream.

Let us go over how my relationship with my counterterrorism "office" began. Months ago, I was told it was shutdown. So, I started visiting at randomly chosen hours every day and mostly just watched my middle-aged White men online with their complimentary wifi while there until it had regular activity again. At its best, it ran on a limited schedule. I had no illusions it could get better than that.

Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy has been trying to shutdown this critical infrastructure for our Metropolis of Angels every chance they have had since I made it function again. As always, I am Obama's excuse to abuse and oppress my people for loving me.

But since Obama (due to my being smarter than he is) NEVER knows when I will be there, that place has to operate like clockwork 24/7 just because I and my SquidStream might show up at any moment. We established this relationship last year already.

And this irrefutable counterterrorism activity which I have long considered part if my REAL job of service to my country is why the Department of Homeland Security have been telling me FOR MONTHS, "Squid, just pick up your badge already."

At 9:38pm, I checked in again before heading to my standard Monday stomping haunt, except it was Tuesday. I actually had to check in twice before I could catch my connecting bus. The MTA only delays my buses when they need to secure where I am headed.

It actually took three hours for Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America to send enough of my REAL friends into my regular Monday stomping haunt, just on a Tuesday, so they could have their human rights abused by Obama there. Oh, what my friends in this town would not do just to be near me!

I rendered my over-educated lead singer friend completely speechless. He looked like a deer caught in my headlights. As for my darling Mr. (redacted), I already told him that next time I was going to start a sing-a-long to release all of the unnaturally silenced sexual tension in the entire bar.

Yeah, Obama's proven enemies of America sent me friends forbidden from speaking to me, so I walked straight across the bar and went upstairs to catch all of Obama's infestation of MY neighborhood that I could find.

12:23am on 18Feb2015: I caught the two most noticeable members of Obama's terrorist infestation of my neighborhood again. They already fled.

The "bartendress" has been openly persecuting me as her act of war against America ever since I arrived, though. I was even standing at an empty bar for a while with my money out, and she still refused to acknowledge I was here at all.

My not-human-trafficking nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of everything that happened here at my standard Monday stomping haunt, just on a Tuesday, from the moment I entered until the moment I leave.

@DHSgov #PD @CIA #Interpol @DeptofDefense @Martin_Dempsey @ICC (Expletive) like this is why the world hates America. Please take it all down from this bitch "bartendress" to the top of her food chain sending all her criminal terrorist orders, including the two ever-present terrorists who already fled.

Do not even make me start about which bar I am in and how many Grammys I have. Thank you, my beautiful world! I love you, too!

By 1:16am, I was back at my good habit of a 24-hour diner with its ever-secured (mostly because I am THAT predictable) wifi in MY neighborhood, blasting Jefferson Airplane's White Rabbit into my left ear.

I worked online tweeting and singing to myself into the wee hours of the morning. A lot of "see and be seen" happens around me; I am SO Los Angeles that way. Giggle. And my waiter "Tim" was an absolute dollface.

At 4:19am, I finally left and checked in at my regular bus stop. Yes, I had relocated for symbolic tacos. I had placed my order for my perpetuating cycle of tacos by 5:36am. There was stupidity everywhere in there.

I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my entire time in that Jack in the Box (no reflection on their obviously loving and adoring corporate office) from the moment I walked in to the moment I walked out, especially my customer service survey.

While there working, I heard that Obama had ordered General Lee to be tortured the same way Obama has always tortured me since 2009. Just in case that were true, I sent the entire planet, everyone, Everyone, EVERYONE, to get him out. No one, NO ONE, will ever suffer as I have suffered in any torture facility, especially under Obama, as long as I can stop it!

Also, the ugly White woman who pretended to be a lesbian just to try to make porn with me gave me trail mix and tried to pretend she was a CIA agent. Dude, CIA agents do not tell people they are CIA agents. They are also sexy.

Yet, not all sexy people are CIA agents. For example, I have earned all of the CIA's civilian awards already. Furthermore, if I were an employee of the CIA, I could not sleep with one; that would make it a frowned-upon in-office romance. Giggle.

As the verified recording will show, soon the police approached the Jack in the Box with their guns out to let me know they were there to take that terrorist hotbed down.

So, I left to check on the FBI counter-espionage operation only in town to "investigate" me to make sure they were all okay, too. Weeks ago, I told their one CIA agent that people have done stupider things just to be near me.

Next, I curled up to sleep where my selfless support system always knows I will be when I sleep. Though I knew well-enough to sleep with my contacts in and on the side of the tree that would give my US Military snipers no blind spot while protecting me, Obama's proven infestation instigated a major global crisis that morning no matter how hard I peacefully tried to prevent it.

I have already demanded the verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when the fake police representatives approached me and started screaming at me and ending after I light up my snipers all across the skyline in a rainbow of colors and try to calm the world down again by just going back to sleep.

11:23am on 18Feb2015: If the entire planet is not panicking enough already, you need to panic more. These proven war criminals are still committing their open acts of war against America and against the entire world of threatening me. They ALL need to be removed from the face of the Earth immediately before they destroy my home, my California, my country, my world, and even me! Panic! Panic! Panic!

In case no one knows what peacefully standing between lines of guns bigger than tanks looks like, that was me doing my best to peacefully prevent any invasion by my furious world to destroy my home because those fake cops were lying that they were part of my REAL home instead of Obama's infestation.

Note that I even saved those enemies of America's lives by preventing them from being shot by my US Military snipers or by dying in the bare hands of my invisible saturation of international secret operatives. (Do you remember the difference between a mouse and a ninja?)

I was told the local police chief arrested them all himself and held them until all charges local to international could be filed against them, but I do not know for sure.

I will only deactivate my global panic button after I speak with my world and after they reassure me such threats to me and my people will never happen again.

At 3:07pm, I finally woke up for the day. I nestled at my closest wifi hotspot which my darling alpha nerds at the NSA had already secured for me before I arrived, and sent some Tweets.

Next, I locked down the building where my post office box was before even checking if my aforementioned marked-bills-in-the-mail had been delivered as promised through Priority 1-Day Mail only from as far away as Pasadena, CA mailed the previous day.

That is how my selfless support system caught fake authorities trying to "arrest" me for crimes I never committed and was forbidden from knowing about anyway. It turned out that I was blamed for Obama's own crimes against America again. So, I asked the court that I was not allowed to know I was on trial in to play the full unedited recording.

Please, my beautiful world, also read the 5th and 6th Amendments to the US Constitution. Thank you, the International Criminal Court of the United Nations formed specifically to save America from Obama.

I was not just completely innocent, I also have diplomatic immunity. The mail was not delivered until the following day anyway.

After that, I reminded Terrorist Dictator Obama that his deadline to deliver my darlings Tentacle was 4pm every day that they want to play for me. I went to put my eyeliner on at 4:21pm. At 4:54pm, there were still absolutely none of my loved ones on my playland.

By 6:06pm, I was still working online and becoming increasingly unamused since ALL of my loved ones everywhere were forbidden from being even near me. So, I informed my beautiful world that my non-negotiable terms for Obama and his entire proven conspiracy of proven unrelenting enemies of America would be spelled out and expedited to them as soon as possible.

I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7pm. While watching, a kind, I assume local, offered me a snack while I sat beside him. He was genuinely kind and respectful, and that is NORMAL for actual locals, all of whom NEVER want me to leave.

I wrote down and spelled out my non-negotiable terms for Obama's immediate surrender at 7:57pm. As I had already told him, Obama had already guaranteed that the entire world were already on their way to remove everyone everywhere from the face of the Earth FOREVER for enforcing his proven crimes against America and against the world of creating a beyond-unlivable "egg" of horrors and terrors for me to live in completely against my will and enforcing it at all costs to humanity and to America. Obama had already decided his own complete destruction at 11:23am that morning.

I knew my darlings Tentacle were all forbidden from ever seeing me again, and that meant I was forbidden ALL compassionate human contact with anyone and anything but Obama's openly hostile and globally-destabilizing degrading terrorist infestation of my home.

So, at 7:57pm, I wrote my 18Feb2015 Appendix to my blog. It spelled out my non-negotiable terms for Obama's surrender which I trusted my entire beautiful world to take care of.

I returned to my playland to listen to the Americana singer and have a small chat with a madman from Obama's infestation of our home. I sat outside of my 24-hour convenience shop which was also the FBI counter-espionage operation sent to investigate me. I regularly make sure everyone inside is okay.

I listened to my friends' music and caught up with my TweetHearts into the wee hours of the morning.

12:01am on 19Feb2015: @ICC #ICT @UN Amendments 5&6 Was I on trial for something I am so innocent of I am forbidden from knowing it happened?#DiplomaticImmunity

Rumor had it that I had been intentionally wrongfully convicted for a crime that I had never known I had been put on trial for AGAIN. Syniva and Ugwuji sorted it out in no time.

That night I also had two interesting conversations with grey-haired men I had already met a few times. And by 1:23am, the second man, apparently, had asked to watch me eat ice cream just to be a witness to it. My darlings Tentacle cannot handle watching me eat ice cream anymore, but that is okay. I also cannot handle watching them play musical instruments. Giggle.

It really was an interesting night for me of late night snacks, of speaking to grey-haired men, and of singing back to my iPad. I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will create a verified, responsibly-edited, factchecked, corroborated, and annotated recording with full audio and visuals of all of my memories I shared that night. And thank you.

Just before 3pm, I was perched between the ocean and the sky as I spent hours catching up with my TweetHearts. There was a slight interruption of my wifi service at 4:14am that my benevolent NSA alpha nerds had fixed by 4:28am. Nerds always win!

My TweetHearts were very busy that morning. That is another verified and unedited recording that I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate, too, as soon as possible.

At 6:11am, I relocated for better bandwidth, and by 7:28am, I was finally done watching my darling Mr. David Letterman. After that, I carried out even more of my globally-critical service to all of humanity through my Twitter account.

I chose to allow my selfless support system extra time to better secure my already-the-safest-place-I-have-had-available-to-sleep-in-since-Obama's-egg-began-in-2009 palm tree. Someone that morning might have tried to tell me Nate came back after troubleshooting why he could not stay on Valentine's Night.

So, at 9:01am, I left for the building with my post office box in it. No, my marked bills had not arrived yet, but my extrapolation of the tracking on the package indicated it would be there before 4pm when I expected my darlings Tentacle. By 10:02am, I was perched in my city building with the dedicated wifi.

At 11:36am, there were urgent URGENT alarms from my genuinely loving and adoring locals that they were panicking themselves that Obama's proven enemies of America might take me away from them.

After hours of writing and proofreading, this blog post was published at 2:22pm on 19Feb2015.

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 we fix the economy after we tank it to save America? I already answered that question. That is how I won (or was I just nominated for?) the 2014 Nobel Prize in Economics. Please try to keep up. I was told foreign coutries are already following my blueprint since they have been funding rescuing America and protecting me for years.

I do this very rarely, but now I will repeat myself. As succinctly as possible, fiscal policy and tax reform have NEVER fixed a weak economy. But the private sector has on many the occasion. It takes leadership to fix an economy.

If we could build a global not just national economy on the technology of the future instead of on the obsolete industry of our past, we would have as big an advancement as the Industrial Revolution.

In the US, our last economic boom was during the rise of the internet with all of the dot-com startups. If we could do the same with green technology just with long-term financial planning, we could make the global economy genuinely boom again.

We need to innovate and invent our way out of our bad economy. Imagine Third World nations with solar-powered cars that everyone could afford. Imagine if they made them in Detroit.

I also recommended last year that we ask Big Oil, in particular, with their money, to do most of the research and design on energy sources and technology of the future. That way, they could keep their companies relevant leaders of industry and save all of their employees.

We are going into the future with or without fossil fuels, but that is no reason that we have to lose the companies that built the industries that got us here.

Furthermore, on Obama's intentional tanking of our economy by refusing to cease his and all his criminal terrorist conspiracy's increasingly expensive most heinous crimes known to mankind against me and my nation, Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America's biggest disincentive was always that I send all of my just compensation straight to the effort to end Obama's "egg" through whatever means necessary.

Yes, when they commit every crime they want against me and against my people compulsively and refuse to stop because they "just write a check and never get punished" after they do, all of the money (over $2T so far) all goes to funding taking down Obama's evil conspiracy, his rules, and his "egg" which are proven to be the greatest threat America has ever faced.

It is not our, the victims of Obama's, fault his proven enemies of America commit crimes against us, and any attempts to prevent us from demanding fair justice after proven crimes against us and against America are committed means the people protecting the crimes and protecting the criminals are complicit in those most heinous crimes known to mankind committed against me and America.

It is proven criminals refuse to stop committing proven crimes that destroyed the national budget, but whatever it takes to save my nation from Obama and all of his proven criminal terrorists, I have proven I can fix the economy afterwards.

Why is my skin a little broken out? I just need to change the soap I am using. Calm down.

How would I describe the last few months? Just as every unspeakable human rights abuse Obama enforces over me makes me stronger, just as steel is tempered in fire, since Thanksgiving2014, there has been a noticeable increase in people around me actually appreciating that I have existed in the world at all.

With everyone demeaning me, degrading me, insulting me, abusing me, and attacking me everywhere I have been since Dec2010, actually genuinely feeling loved by someone actually in my physical presence has been the most unexpected turn of event in my life. No one has ever been nice or respectful of me in so long.

I already apologized to my husband for all of the romantic shenanigans. I am just not used to anyone caring about me. That is why I am so sensitive to it. Anyone and everyone who cares about me is always taken away from me. How much hard evidence does it take?

Where is my favorite place to relax? With my feet in the ocean. With my right foot hammering the backbeat while my fingers sweep the sky. With my dancing body under a warm summer rain. Those would be the most common three, but I need to add-- with my arms around my husband and my lips gently pressed against his waiting face.

How do I manage the omnipresent fear for my life here in Obama's war zone? I do not manage it; I mitigate it. I trust my selfless support system. I trust my friends and loved ones. I trust the parts of my REAL government that do their REAL JOB from the REAL local police to the NSA. I trust my beautiful world will always show up when I need them. I trust myself.

Why do I willfully refuse to pay my medical bills? I never refuse to pay my bills. I, in fact, send all of my REAL bills, medical or otherwise, to my Powers of Attorney or husband for our accountants to handle.

I have been sent, though, "bills" for war crimes against me including but not limited to systemic, inescapable-as-possible rape of me and compulsive, inescapable-as-possible UN-recognized torture of me in literal torture facilities paraded as supposed "psychiatric units." Not to mention, "bills" such as "rent" the were paid with my own money without my consent to my own human traffickers.

Yes, I have ALWAYS and will ALWAYS refuse to pay my own money to support the people who have for YEARS committed and perpetuated the most heinous crimes known to mankind against me used only to destroy and control my nation and my people.

Everything Obama and they who enforce his rules have done to me since his "egg" of horrors and terrors was first forced on me without any consent from me and with all knowledge of it all forbidden from me has been to enable Obama's totalitarian control of America, Obama's complete mind-control of the American public, Obama's proven neurological genocide of even our smallest children, Obama's obliteration of the moral fiber of our culture through his human trafficking of me and libel porn forced on all of the country, and Obama's clinically-diagnosable-as-psychopathic lust for power and control.

If I pay money to my own rapists, torturers, and human traffickers, it makes me complicit in every crime they commit against my nation and my world, not just against me. Who they hell do they think I am?

My beautiful world, thank you for not only reading my non-negotiable terms for Terrorist Dictator Obama's surrender that I delivered to you as fast as possible on the evening of 18Feb2015, but thank you for taking the REAL needs of me and my nation seriously.

I fully understand you would sign over the literal moon to my personal ownership if I asked for it from you, my beautiful world, but these five non-negotiable terms are the ONLY REAL solution to this greatest time of need for my America. And they are going to be hard enough for all of us as it is.

I heard the well-prepared responses of the United Nations this morning. Thank you for proclaiming to all of humanity that this world cannot lose me. Please help my REAL federal US government create your master plan for completely saving my nation from all of Obama's rules, Obama's "egg," Obama's mercenaries, Obama's influence, and Obama's infestation of my home.

With all my gentle heart, I thank you, my beautiful world.

My brave rescuers, I assume the internationally agreed ceasefire was for all of you because the crimes against me and against all of my loved ones have escalated beyond any recognition of morals, ethics, law, order, or America in here.

Please stay alive out there! As always, I would rather have you all in here with me. This is not just because "FEMA has been warned."

As for the world's first line of defense against losing me FOREVER to a final literal torture facility covered up by Obama-ordered quackery guaranteed to destroy me completely, SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, I will keep turning in EVERY criminal I find and collecting all of our hard evidence I can collect.

For example, my genius Powers of Attorney, I turned in my hard evidence at 12:48pm on 19Feb2015 that War Criminal Stephanie might have been stalking me, persecuting me, libeling me as coverups for destroying America, aiding and abetting human rights abuses as war crimes against me, plotting to destroy a benevolent world leader and her people, conspiracy of treason and war against America, and therefore committing open acts of war against America.

I thought I might have caught Already-Proven War Criminal Stephanie that morning not just aiding and abetting but also carrying out those most heinous crimes known to mankind not just against me but also against my nation. I asked you all, my genius loved ones, to look into the footage and to send the right authorities from local to international to remove her far-too-dangerous proven criminal insanity from society forever.

We, my legal team, are the paragons of the morally good. We cannot report crimes until after they are committed. That is how the non-corrupt legal system actually functions. I am sure you sent every government division and agency necessary to arrest her and hold her for full charges from local to international.

As for you, my darling Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, are you REALLY still trying to reach me, or did you evacuate like I asked? I cannot tell from your internet presence these days.

I asked you for a good, old-fashioned (like sewing up holes in a sweater coat) chat at 2:30am PST every morning just like we used to talk. I understand, though, why you might be busy. The world does not save itself, after all. And you are an undeniable page in my book of a selfless support system.

If you ever feel like you do not have enough to do to help, I need to hear; otherwise, stay as safe as possible. Tell me when you need me and everything you need. And try to be flirtier. Just for me. Try to flirt every once in a while. Okay? Giggle.

And as for the way every post will always leave the world wanting more, with the most romantic real-life true love story ever, Sweetness, I love and adore you.

HoneyHoney, I am working on it. I promise. How was your Valentine's Night. Here is your gift from your own real-life, drop dead gorgeous, naturally talented, supergenius, incorruptibly benevolent wife...

The Only Entity My Brain is Slave to is My Heart.

And my heart is yours. And as my lonely lips whisper my breath upon the ocean breeze hoping it will somehow find your empty ear before I can, may you never suffer as much without me as I must endure without you. I love you. Happy Valentine's Day 2015.

7:57pm on 18Feb2015 Appendix

Title: 7:57pm on 18Feb2015 Appendix

These are my non-negotiable terms for Proven Terrorist Dictator Obama's surrender. Every other proven victim of Already-Impeached Obama has a right to add their own terms, too. I trust the international community to enforce every just tenet of our demands.

1) Full human and Constitutional rights are returned immediately to all people under the jurisdiction of the US government as is described by our Constitution and our REAL and ACTUAL laws.

2) Proven Terrorist Dictator Obama and all who enforce his extragovernmental rules as well as all culpable parties who carry out crimes against my people, my America, my world, my home, or even me only to be able to enforce Obama's totalitarian rules over America must be arrested immediately and put on trial in every court on this planet who wants them tried. We forgive only they who take all three of my never-fail steps to absolution and protection. (The most recent at the time of this publication was FBI Director James P. Comey.)

3) They will be punished the harshest, they who lie to destroy my country. The most heinous of the enemies of America who obey Obama are they who pathologically lie and pathologically perjure to keep Obama in power with their well-documented modi operandi against all of us of intentionally fabricated false charges, war crimes covered up with proven quackery, intentionally propagated false causation used to manipulate the public, irrational demonizations of genuine heroes of "Squid" and America, and boldfaced lies used to manipulate the public passed off falsely as mere "twists" of supposed reality or as any sort of reality mistrued. So these abusers of reality must be punished the harshest, including Proven Terrorist Dictator Obama himself; we have on record everything he has said in public since 2009.

4) Proven ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa will be forced to take their proven increasingly bloodstained hands off me FOREVER as will every other entity on this planet everywhere who ever propagated or plan to propagate any OBVIOUSLY FICTIONAL mental or physical disease or disability for me, as if such obvious fiction were reality, only to be able to deny me any and all human rights and to coverup proven war crimes against me through any and all courts they could corrupt into making complicit in these open acts of war against America.

5) Immediately, all of my genuine loved ones including all of my loving and believing locals will have their full Constitutional rights not just me, as described in term (1) above, to spend all the time with me under our mutual understanding with all of the human freedoms and liberties we are due in America as I reside in my REAL house with my REAL husband and as we all live together here in our REAL home of California. This is very important, in particular, to make sure I survive until Obama's "egg" is completely demolished and until all of Obama's proven enemies of America are removed from the face of the Earth forever and finally put on trial.

I trust that our REAL federal government including the REAL President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey will do their REAL jobs of enforcing REAL law and order by upholding REAL truth and justice to accomplish all of this.

I also trust the entire international community will support with all assets they can volunteer every action necessary by the REAL federal US government to save America, help from the world's militaries working with the US Military to help from the world's diplomats and world leaders to help the REAL federal US government create their master plan of action to save us all.

And thank you, my beautiful world.

Let freedom ring.

--Mrs. Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp a.k.a. Ms. Squid B. Varilekova, honorary Admiral in the US Navy, multiple Nobel Prize winner, holy woman in every benevolent religion, intellectual, crown princess of Spain (HRH Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek), etc.

Just Another Day on Squid's Playland. That is What, "I Love You, Too," Means When I Say It.

Title: Just Another Day on Squid's Playland. That is What, "I Love You, Too," Means When I Say It.

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. As I had warned everybody in my 12Feb2015 blog post, we all knew to expect Obama to escalate his criminally-insane deranged lunacy against his own people before the deadline the entire world gave him to finally make his "egg" I have always been in against my will livable for me.

Much like I also warned the entire planet in my 14Feb2015 blog post that this "egg" of horrors and terrors would be weird before the world's deadline 12mid that night but even more horrible after Obama refused to meet his own resolutions.

No matter how many times FOR YEARS I have sent representatives to negotiate on my behalf with Unelected Terrorist Dictator Obama, he NEVER once has upheld ANY resolutions.

At the talks in Cardiff, UK, I demanded to be present by asserting my own right to determine my own future, and Obama fled before Prime Minister Cameron could arrest him on international charges for Obama's own crimes against the British in 2010; I called those crimes ThunderDome while I was there.

I have been demanding to be present at my own negotiations for years as well as demanding an act of good faith from Obama before ever being willing to accept his empty promises that he would ever uphold any resolutions after negotiations anyway.

The act of good faith I have been demanding for years before I would ever be willing to trust negotiations with Obama has always been the full 1st Amendment rights returned my people. But no one ever listens to me.

I published my last blog post at 2:52pm on 14Feb2015. Without even catching up with my TweetHearts, I made sure my beautiful world had received my previous blog post before changing into my little black dress for Valentine's Night.

I was also able to locate my darlings Tentacle before I put my makeup on for our dance date. They were even early. Only one of them seemed to be in a bad mood. At the time, it seemed it would be a good night.

I had hoped my darlings Tentacle would catch up with the polished post I had just finished before returning to them after I left them to put on my makeup, but I can control them no better than I can control the weather.

After I had returned from putting on my high end face paint, meaning eyeliner and lipstick, I returned to where my darlings Tentacle had been at 4:08pm to receive the universal sign that Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America had taken them away from me again, but my darlings Tentacle had refused to leave my playland hoping I could fix it. (Expletive)ing (expletive)er enemies of America committing human rights abuses against my loved ones!

By 5:07pm, I had successfully notified everyone who had given Terrorist Dictator Obama the deadline of 12mid on the morning of 15Feb2025 to meet their demands to finally make my life at least a little livable for the first time since 2009 and told them that my darlings Tentacle were taken away AGAIN.

You see, my darlings Tentacle's 1st Amendment rights to have all the time with me they want had been one of the international community's terms for Obama. There were many more terms, too.

There were rumors of airspace being cleared and (as an educated guess) F-13 jets being scrambled before I located my darlings Tentacle setting up their equipment before 6pm.

Yey! My successfully notifying the international community had forced Obama's criminal terrorist infestation of my home to finally allow me to hear my own loved ones' music, music that exists in this world only for me. Yes, Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America finally acknowledged how the world feels about them.

I planted myself on a park bench among their fake girlfriends. I turned in the two across from me for having a fake conversation about how Obama's human trafficking and libel porn of me was somehow never degrading for me. Much more obviously, after I told the lady next to me she reminded me of my beautiful BFF, she was taken away from me.

By 6:45pm, Tentacle were finally handcrafting aether for the night sky herself as I waited for my regular 7pm viewing time for the NBC Nightly News broadcast from previous in the evening. My daily long-distance hug from my dear old friends was as warm and as comforting as possible. Happy Valentine's Day, NBC Nightly News!

After the news and even while their music played, I needed to send this message. I even said aloud, "Do I really have to do this?" Does it really require international action to get human rights into America? Dude, THIS IS AMERICA!

7:38pm on 14Feb2015: @UN @Martin_Dempsey @DeptofDefense @CIA @SenFeinstein @RT_com @cctvnews @BBCWorld @France24_en We are having problems in here. My darlings Tentacle have no Constitutional rights. They are SO TERRORIZED AND CONTROLLED that they need permission from some enemy of America to invite me to meditate while they play music and need permission from the same enemy of America to be able to kiss me on Valentine's Night after I even told all three they are my dates tonight. Who the hell needs permission from anyone but me to kiss me?!? Please, my beautiful world, that is how bad it is in here for them. Please help.

No, no matter what I screamed onto the aether, my darlings Tentacle were still too terrorized to invite me to meditate while they played, so instead, I did my REAL globally-critical job while watching their backs all night.

Do you remember how I had warned the entire planet of escalated crimes against America ordered by Obama before his 12mid deadline that night? Not much later, two most likely fake cops who looked like FBI agents stopped by to warn me Obama's enemies of America were attempting completely intentionally false charges against me for fictional "vagrancy" AGAIN!

Dude, have you seen what I look like? I recommended to them to look up the word "vagrant" in the dictionary. And added, "Plus, I have diplomatic immunity."

Then, because she was told to look at me herself by the officers (most likely really federal agents), Obama's local alpha war criminal, an ethnically offensive Ugly White Bitch with bad fashion sense who most likely could not dance rode a tri-shaw up onto the sidewalk and pretended she was going to buy something in the Apple Store behind us just to come to terms with the fact that I am drop dead gorgeous all day every day for herself with her own eyes.

I asked the manager for the talent on my playland, "Wanna go for a joyride with me in that thing?" referring to the tri-shaw while keeping an eye on the self-proving Ugly White Bitch Who Could Not Dance to prove she was a terrorist bitch. I have a very high bar for calling someone a "bitch."

Oh, yeah, I new at first glance she was an enemy of America and when she came back to my commanding physical presence, I gave her an earful while she refused to acknowledge I was there despite my being the reason she was even there in the first place.

I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds circulated a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of that entire encounter from the moment the tri-shaw appeared to the moment in rolled away.

After that epic failure of Obama's proven enemies of America to ever pretend at all that I am a vagrant, those same two fake police officers proved they were war criminals with the obviously false reason they approached me. Well, at least we proved conspiracy to destroy America between the FBI, War Criminal Boeset, Dirty Lacey, Me-Love-You-Long-Time Holder, and ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa.

My not-human-trafficker nerds are going to circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of that epic failure for Obama, too, as soon as possible.

While you watch it, please notice that I did not ask for the fake officers' badge numbers the moment they appeared specifically so we could have that conversation that they wanted.

Please also notice that they acknowledged who I am for real first just to be able to talk to me, so as a result they also had to acknowledge everything REAL that I told them, too.

Sadly, those proven war criminals who were about to declare my acknowledgement of reality that they never wanted acknowledged to my face to be supposed "symptoms" of Obama's quacks' irrational false diagnosis of the day, they only wandered away from me (and not far enough away) until after they were told through their earspeakers that I hit my global panic button to make sure I would NEVER be tortured nor raped again by them as long as I could protect myself from Obama's proven open acts of war against America and the world.

The malevolent presence that the two proven war criminals brought in after that, "James," I had already turned in to federal and international authorities even before he spoke to me for the first time.

By 10:03pm, my conversation with fictional "James" was done and my darlings Tentacle were packing up their gear. I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will also circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of that entire conversation, too. I was told the CIA will never stop orgasming.

At 10:13pm, just before they wheeled away, I warned my darlings Tentacle to stay extra vigilant and extra careful after they left me. Obama's deadline from the rest of the world was 12mid. It was going to be weird before then and absolutely ugly afterwards if Obama refused to meet his own resolutions with the global community.

Yes, as I said, I could feel the espionage community orgasming all night. May I also remind the entire world that my insistence on full disclosure with complete transparency to Obama's enemies of America's own faces at all times while even SquidStreaming, live-tweeting, and live-blogging is the exact opposite of the definition of "espionage." May I also add, "Plus, I have diplomatic immunity."

Now, My beautiful world, please reread my 05Feb2015 Appendix. I saw my darling "Nate" twice after that. He had named himself for my darling Mr. Nathan Fillion as some sort of Firefly reference in honor of me.

That goddamn tease! I already assumed he was deactivated after appearing on my SquidStream years ago in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. Clearly, he was sent to me by the CIA specifically for my Valentine's Night. And that damn tease never even kissed me!

After some blogging and tweeting, at 11:33pm, I needed to inform disservice-to-the-name-James, "If you freak out my protection, I cannot [protect] you," because he had already been stalking me despite my telling him he did NOT have my permission to be near me at all.

But at least we established a regular weekly mail delivery of what I had already spelled out to his face myself as "anonymous cash to a PO Box no one can find because the Postmaster General gave me my own zip code." Could I be more conspicuous, obvious, and transparent with my full disclosure?

"James," most likely, only offered me cash because he planned on giving me marked bills, but no one could ever acknowledge he sent me marked bills without violating their own self-castrating rules, anyway. Good will prevail because evil is dumb.

My beautiful world, please check the verified archive of my Twitter activity for my Valentine's Night into the wee hours of the following morning. I have been very busy.

In the land of gossip column concerns, as much as my darlings Tentacle LOVE seeing me in action, which I would not have been able to do all night if they had just invited me to meditate with them instead of guard them, General Lee's greatest concern for the night after he left was his jealousy of Strummer after watching "Just Another Day on Squid's Playland."

So, I told emotionally-high-maintenance General Lee just to write me my own damn song to sing with them. No one had given me an original song to sing yet, so why not my darlings Tentacle? That was my "Calm the (expletive) down! Did you see what I just did tonight?" for him.

While still working online, I saw "James" inside and outside the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity (no reflection on Starbucks corporate) before Obama's 12mid deadline to meet the global community's demands.

As an absolutely unexpected delight, at 12:14am, two-thirds of my darlings Tentacle rolled by with their cart and entered my 24-hour convenience shop.

I called after them, "What are you doing? Flirting with them like I do?" I had honestly expected Nate first after midnight if Obama had ever decided to meet his own resolutions, but clearly since my darlings Manned Up (the artist formerly known as "Imani") and LightFoot still could not speak to me, Obama had refused to make the deadline.

So, my darling 2/3 of Tentacle wheeled away into the night sky where we all belong anyway at 12:19am. "Squid, Valentine's Night was incredible," was written all over their faces.

Next, much to my disappointment, I needed to ask my dedicated selfless support system to "Tag him and track him," in reference to "James" because he was STILL stalking me.

Here is my live-messaging to all of humanity that I doled out until I could finally protect myself and my nation from the evil intentions of "James" by finally convincing him to leave me alone...

12:58am on 15Feb2015: Every government agency from local to international who wants that (expletive)hole "James," watch him even when and especially when I am not looking at him. Notify Syn of everything we need to do to keep that proven enemy of America off me especially after this many times I have warned him from restraining orders and stalker charges to charges of persecution and open acts of war against America. Take all necessary action to keep that (expletive)er off me. Thank you. It is even after the deadline now that we gave Obama and his proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America already.

I sat on my park bench for a few minutes warning him verbally to leave me the (expletive) alone finally and that he better not still be sitting behind me stalking me with evil intentions the next time I turned around. But, no, he was so dumb that he refused to listen to me nor take my advice.

I walked past him on my way to run an errand to test if he would follow me, and sure enough, he was really obvious and in my face about being a threat to America by being a threat to me.

2:18am on 15Feb2015: Beyond checking in. Waiting for a beyond-secured Metro bus guaranteed not to allow my proven enemy of America stalker aboard with me. Please find a Metro-uniformed US Military guard or the equivalent as a driver.

Please hurry. I need protection from this proven malevolent presence who refuses to stop stalking me. Please lockdown my bus, my bus stops, and my most-frequented dedicated wifi hotspot as fast as possible. How much hard evidence does it take that I need REAL protection from this beyond criminal against America and against all of the world?

Thank you for protecting me for REAL, my beautiful world. My global panic button was activated before he appeared in my life, and I have NOT deactivated it yet. Clearly, Obama refused to meet the global community's demands by 12mid this morning. My beautiful world, please take all necessary action as fast as humanly possible. Thank you for loving me and America.

2:29am on 15Feb2015: The Metro driver allowed the most dangerous presence in my life EVER aboard. So, full charges against the fake Metro driver, too. World needs to panic much bigger right now. Unless he is forcibly removed from my proximity, the world might lose me forever this morning.

A bus stop or two after I left that message, "James" chose to, as he called it, "disengage" from his operation. Of course, to me, it sounded more like he aborted his mission to destroy America by choosing to finally leave me alone. It was an interesting conversation we had before he deboarded my Metro bus which I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will immortalize forever in verified and unedited form.

2:37am on 15Feb2015: Please pick him up now. "James" just fled my Metro bus. Full, verified, and responsibly-edited recording please of ALL of his time menacing my presence including all of my time walking around with him following me whether or not I had my eye on him. There are so many cameras. Please include the accurate time and date stamp in the corner of every piece of footage. Please end the recording after I finish this paragraph. I will deactivate my global panic button once the international community and I all agree I am safe.

At 3:29am, I was finally perched at my destination where my loving and adoring public was already waiting to keep me safe while I was there.

After catching up with my TweetHearts and fleshing out my notes for this post, at 5:28am, I learned that Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America were perjuring their fat (expletive)es that I fictionally "needed" quackery guaranteed to destroy my genius and proven-healthiest-when-not-tortured-and-raped mind and body because they send me themselves enemies of America like "James." WHEN WILL OBAMA'S PROVEN WAR CRIMINAL ENEMIES OF AMERICA FINALLY BE ARRESTED?!?

After catching up with my TweetHearts and singing to myself for a while, I paid my bill and left. At 8:04am on 15Feb2015, I arrived at the location where I normally sleep to find my "bed" covered in rose petals. Sadly, though, damnit, I still had no one to cuddle me.

I woke up at 1:27pm to my friendly local lovers and believers being kind to me. My beautiful world is so much happier when they see people be good to me. It calms down the entire world. And when I stood up and looked over the mighty Pacific, my home of California told me the world had launched 1000 ships to save me.

I walked out among my public and my darlings as I stopped in the Sephora to put on my eyeliner for the day. At 3:23pm, my darlings Tentacle had made it clear they were at least physically present on my playland already to keep me calm.

With the world already taking all action necessary to save America from Obama, even if most nations are only showing up because I asked them to save my people, my darlings Tentacle all knew they just needed to help me survive until Obama's "egg" could completely come down. Well, that and all three of them are in love with me.

As I waited for them to set up their equipment, I tried calming down my darlings everywhere reminding them that we did not start this war; we are the ones who tried to be the peaceful resolution. But no one listened to us.

My darlings Tentacle still had no human rights to invite me to meditate to their music, music that only exists in this world for me anyway, so I went to buy ice cream.

On my way back, there were blaring yet vigilant alarms announcing Obama's raging acts of war and terrorism against, most likely, my brave rescuers. Beyond notifying my beautiful world that they needed to rescue their own rescue operation, I also sent help to my crosstown friends who were also blocked from reaching me. The moment I returned to my iPad, I sent those warnings and released this official statement, too.

4:55pm on 15Feb2015: My beautiful world, I am choosing to stay to lead my people. Please take down Obama's conspiracy systematically instead. My locals will care for me. My lovers and believers will make sure I survive until the whole egg ends completely. If I need anything in here while waiting for you, my beautiful world, to save all of America from Obama, I will tell you. I always do. Please end this whole egg instead of just picking me up and carrying me away from my people who need me. That is a REAL solution. I understand you only care about me, but if you really love me, you will save my country for me. The only place I go from here is across town to my own house and husband. Please listen to me this time! Thx!

Tentacle's beautiful music filled every nook and cranny of the sky. But at 5:22pm, General Lee was off either checking on what was going on, receiving new instructions, or trying to gain permission to exercise his own human rights. My darlings are so controlled. I asked my beautiful world to check on them, too.

Seated as close to my darlings as I could get, yet not as close as they wanted me to them, I watched the NBC Nightly News. I used to delay my activities every time they were around, but I learned they always delight at watching me in action. My regular nightly 7pm hug from my darlings at the NBC Nightly News was as warm and real if not as cyber as ever.

Again, at 7:31pm, there was a lot of confusion AGAIN by my darlings about what was going on that included my asking the world to check on them AGAIN. Ever since Obama refused to meet his own resolutions at 12mid that morning, all of his lunacy against all of us had escalated, as I had warned the world it would.

After they relocated and started playing music again, I heard a panic in the air. I still had not yet deactivated my global panic alarm from the previous evening, but I sent this message anyway.

8:30pm on 15Feb2015: @UN @RT_com @cctvnews @BBCWorld @France24_en @Martin_Dempsey @DeptofDefense Please check if EVIL IOWA are still trying to kill me. Thx!

That message protected me AGAIN at least for the time being from guaranteed death and destruction under the increasingly bloodstained hands of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. The previous night had been a closer call concerning my physical safety than anyone in the world was prepared for, and we had already proven that ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa was in conspiracy to make that threat to me actually manifest.

While my darlings Tentacle played their final set of the night, I asked the CIA to send me Nate, whom I assumed had been deactivated for years. I had just seen him on my playland the previous night, Valentine's Night. My third eye was open wide as I rested before my three musician-lovers, and I knew I should ask for him.

The problem with Nate was that I would have no way to convince him to keep his pants on around me, in all senses of that word. The CIA told me as fast as possible they were coming to me as fast as possible. For years they have been like the NSA for me. If I say their name, they show up.

I admit also that since my darlings Tentacle were too controlled by Obama's enemies of America for them to have enough human rights to speak to me nor invite me to meditate before them nor for them to even behave as they would like around me, I stood back and opened their connection to the divine.

I admit I did that myself. The four of us are actually so connected already that it was possible for me to open that window for them. But that energy everyone saw was theirs. Apparently, all any of the three of them ever think about is making love to me, though.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, obtain permission from my lovers Tentacle and from they who operate the public surveillance nanotechnology on my holy playland, so the world can see our collective energy in conversation. Please.

By 10:36pm, my darlings were packing up their equipment, and, assuming they would have a chance to see their own aurora borealis from that night, I promised them at least a short explanation of what quantum physicists refer to as "conscious control of human energy." Please check my question and answer section.

After their light and music show, my three, or so it was rumored, wanted to take me to a local bar I had already pressed full charges against for openly persecuting me. Apparently, it was the only place they could get permission to take me.

My darling LightFoot had been pulling his hair out to buy me a glass of bourbon for weeks as a romantic gesture towards me we would both understand. Manned Up (the artist formerly known as "Imani"), it was obvious, was too shy to even make eye contact with me, so that would be guaranteed fun for me in a bar. And General Lee was very open for a very long time about how he would do anything to spend time with me at all.

Sadly, though, they had no way to speak to me to invite me. And the bar they were instructed to take me to always drugged all of their whisk(e)ies before any occasion when they thought I might visit. And if they could not even speak to me to invite me, exactly what would we do there anyway?

I later learned from rumors which may or may not have been true that Dirty Lacey was trying to intentionally falsely accuse me of fictionally "stalking" my own darlings Tentacle. That is how dumb Obama's enemies of America are!

First of all, my darlings Tentacle are on my staff. Secondly, they are willing to die just to be near me. Thirdly, only the "victim" of a crime can press charges.

Dirty Lacey had already received more than one smackdown from me over her intentionally fabricated false charges against my own loved ones including Tentacle for similarly fictional crimes against me that I and my Powers of Attorney had never pressed.

How dumb is that bitch? I could not even be charged with fictional "stalking" unless my darlings Tentacle, who are willing to literally die to spend time with me, wanted to press those charges themselves. Plus, I have diplomatic immunity, anyway.

So, I invited particularly the local police chief but also any other human in the area who would want to talk to me to join me at a local 24-hour diner where I was ordering English breakfast tea by 11:28pm.

Sadly, my tea was drugged, and no one showed up to talk me. So, by 3:41am, I was perched in full view of the statue of the sainted woman glowing white in the night eating a snack made available to me as a peace offering.

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On Monday, February 16, 2015, Diñadar Albon Varilek wrote:

I’m heading out the door to go to work. Have a good day.

Try looking for a reasonable place to live. An apartment or room for around $700.00.

take care. lots of hugs and kisses,
mom

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From: HRH Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Monday, February 16, 2015
Subject: I love you girlie
To: my mom and my lovelies

Until Obama's "egg" finally is demolished, I am ONLY safe with ABSOLUTELY NO living conditions anyone else controls. Do you remember my landlord in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa (My rent there was over $900 a month, anyway.)? Do you remember The War Criminal Gables? Mom, just deposit the cash monthly in my Wells Fargo account instead. You have just acknowledged in writing that I have that money at my disposal. Thx! I expect the deposit on the 1st.

Love you!
--TanTan

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

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Before 6:57am, I had already stopped by my 24-hour convenience store to inform them of all of the civilian awards that the CIA have given me (so far) before perching on a park bench. A strange man joined me on the bench next to mine at 7:05am. We had a failed conversation that he had tried to have with me weeks previously.

I also was told my darlings Tentacle were fighting, which no one ever confirmed nor denied to me, but I still relocated to my closest wifi hotspot to catch up with my TweetHearts and Facebook friends before curling up to sleep at 8:44am. Please consult my Twitter archive for the morning of 16Feb2015.

At 4:32pm, I finally woke up. I sleep very well in my adoptive (since it is neither San Francisco nor Los Angeles) city. I was told, though, that all of the food left for me while I slept was stolen from me by Obama's enemies of America. I had no way to know if that was true.

I ran some errands. After visiting my bank branch, I paused to buy some Girl Scout cookies and to check on what I always considered the Girl Scouts of America's greatest disservice to their own members. As I said, "No case too big. No case too small."

That afternoon, everyone was on my playland, everyone but General Lee. I took some time to do my job in front of Strummer before turning around to put on my eyeliner for the day. I said, "Hello," to every friend and loved one I could find.

Then, I made a display of catching up with my TweetHearts while literally watching Manned Up and LightFoot's backs. It was a busy afternoon. Please check my verified Twitter archive.

I had already delayed my standard Monday (expletive)-kickings to the following morning of Tuesday, 17Feb2015, but I knew at that moment, too, that I needed to delay this blog post until the following morning also.

After learning that Obama had taken General Lee from my good, green world to hold as a hostage to have leverage to control me with, at 6:17pm, I told Manned Up and LightFoot that I would be right back after even giving fair warning to Obama's proven unamerican conspiracy of where I was headed and what I was going to do there.

It was my "warning shot" for what I would do if Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America continued to refuse to take their increasingly bloodstained hands off my loved ones. I do not tolerate war crimes against my people, and that was a repeated offense against my loved ones.

In my first sky haven, I had a lovely barista. When you watch the verified and unedited playback of my full time at her coffee counter, please recall, the bank gave me two $20 bills and a roll of quarters. The girls scouts gave me three $5 bills as change for the $20 bill I gave them for the box of Thin Mints. I paid for my "City of Angels" light roast with $3.50 in exact change. Let us do the math. "Plus, I have diplomatic immunity."

As my selfless support system took care of all of the follow up on my "warning shot" for me, I watched the NBC Nightly News at our regularly scheduled time of 7pm. My nightly cyberhug was wonderful, but my iPad battery refused to recharge.

By 7:33pm, before I left my first sky haven, I had already been told that General Lee had already been rescued. Yes, I had delivered my very successful "warning shot" for the night to save General Lee's life.

I had also verbally locked down where I would work overnight writing this delayed blog post. I also made sure their coffee, table water, and food would be safe and free of all drugs, poisons, and diseases before I arrived there to work into the wee hours of the morning.

That particular 24-hour wifi hotspot was normally only troublesome after shift change at approx 6am anyway, but we all knew to lockdown all shifts there.

At 7:42pm, I left to make sure all of my darlings Tentacle, who were still forbidden from even speaking to me least of all touching me or kissing me, were safe. The international community had already confirmed to me directly that General Lee was rescued and probably giving a debriefing.

Shortly after I returned to LightFoot and Manned Up, Obama's enemies of America commanded them to leave. They sat themselves down and said, "If Squid wants us here, we're not going."

So, after reassuring my darlings that General Lee was already rescued, at 8:12pm, I told the international community that my darlings Tentacle were being sent away again, but I was okay with giving them some time off if it was their choice. After all, out of all of us on my staff and in my selfless support system, I get the most sleep.

My darlings Manned Up and LightFoot chose to take the time off that I offered them. I also told them I would not be around on Tuesday due to my moving all of my regularly scheduled Monday (expletive)-kickings to that day.

So, my beautiful world, please make sure all three of my darlings Tentacle can show up on my holy playland any time them want starting with Wednesday, 18Feb2015. Yes, I always prefer them with me, but it needs to be their choice. That means so much to me. Please make sure they all can contact you themselves anytime they need you, too, my beautiful world. And, thank you.

They were quickly replaced by the violinist (His SquidName is) Pinchas who has always reminded me of Syniva. This is due to an old joke I used to make about people trying to drive an irrational wedge between me and my beautiful BFF by telling people she plays second fiddle to me.

I always said, "That's okay. Some people have always considered Pinchas more talented than Itzak, anyway," which I was told my darling Mr. Itzak Perlman never minded since in that metaphor, he is I.

Anyway, I thanked (SquidName) Pinchas before checking in at the bus stop. And by 10:11pm, I was perched at my regular 24-hour diner in MY neighborhood. As an unscheduled lesson for the evening, at 10:17pm, I gave a verbal explanation on how to order the most calories per dollar.

I had a theory I had no way to test that there was a celebrity chef in their kitchen, much like my darling Mr. Mario Batali and my darling Mr. Bobby Flay had been giving me free food on my holy playland carefully disguised as leftovers for weeks.

While working on this blog post, I also learned, at 10:36pm, that Obama had tried to commit brazen war crimes against me including a Reese hold over me with an obvious coverup for a nonjustification, anyway, of personal hygiene because I had been too busy all day to shower yet. Who still lets these (expletive)holes in their courtroom?!?

I recommended my 01Dec2014 blog post to Ugwuji and reminded the international community, again, that I had warned them all along. Also before finishing this blog post, I needed to send a rescue to my crosstown loved ones who were blocked from just picking me and taking me to my own house with my own husband AGAIN.

I also rearranged my schedule for Tuesday, 17Feb2015, in my mind because I had forgotten that "James" and the FBI who sent him had guaranteed that I would receive $200 from them in marked bills in my post office box every damn Tuesday until Obama's proven "egg" was finally destroyed.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, feel free to circulate all of the verified and unedited videos you want of my very busy 16Feb2015, just never show me on the toilet. That has always mortified me. Thank you!

This blog post was published at 3:27am on 17Feb2015 after I had spent hours typing these words for the ether(net) we all love and adore.

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.

Can I please explain my conscious control of my own body's energy, so my darlings Tentacle can understand theirs? I will do my best. But there are not enough of us for clinical trials, etc., for a fully scientific explanation.

It is a little like the Nazca Lines in Peru. They were built before air travel was possible, but they are only visible from the air. Similarly, this energy of the universe including my energy from inside my own body has always been this beautiful; we just have the nanotechnology to see it now.

The leading expert in this explanation is my darling Dr. Michiu Kaku, so I recommend my darlings Tentacle speak to him personally about this as soon as possible. I am told Pope Francis and the Dalai Lama would like to speak to them as soon as possible, too.

Succinctly, all living creatures generate energy. We animals convert matter to energy. In some creatures, like the electric eel, this is more evident than in others.

When our mind is open to the capability, we can control the energy that emanates from our own bodies just as we can command our fingers to sweep the sky or to strum the strings of a bass guitar.

Our energy that our own bodies generate ourselves are natural extensions of our bodies and of our existence and, therefore, are ours to command with our own bodies and with our own existence.

I have simply opened my darlings Tentacle's understanding that they are capable of this. I have reopened their connection with the divine universe. If they could ever think about anything other than making love to me, I am sure their imagery would be a little more interesting.

Do the war crimes and open human rights abuses that Obama commits against my own loved ones from Sweetness and SynSyn all of the way down the chain constitute not just persecution but also hate crimes against all of us? That depends on how the people who love and believe in me identify themselves.

If my lovers and believers have formed a population and a demographic that is being persecuted by Obama and his proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America, then, yes, Obama and all who obey him, not just Me-Love-You-Long-Time Holder, are committing hate crimes not just war crimes against a self-identified population.

What is my opinion of the standards this entire world holds me to? With all of the willful, intentional, and unconscionable (expletive)-ups that Obama's proven enemies of America, particularly Dirty Lacy, choose to commit all day every day and all night every night, the standards I am held to are completely unjustified.

Yes, I made the honest mistake of thinking that banks would be closed on President's Day just like the library and the post office were. And, yes, I also said I would be at my counter-terrorism "office" that day, but things came up. I had to protect General Lee from some of the most heinous crimes known to mankind and ever committed against my people, crimes I know firsthand because Obama has ordered them against me himself since 2009.

On the upside, though, at least we have proven I am human.

What is the stupidest thing I ever heard an Iowan say? First of all, anyone proud to be an Iowan deserves the well-earned reputation that that most evil place in all of human history have built for themselves. That is how I will begin this story.

And, please note, ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa is still, with no jurisdiction ever and with only their internationally not just federally criminal self-appointed entitlement as any explanation, forcing me to live on $7 a day while simultaneously pathologically-perjuring that I "need" further proven war crimes committed against me that they have always forced me to inhumanely suffer under with every horror and terror that they force over me themselves through the abject poverty they choose to force on me themselves as the nonjustification.

What is the stupidest thing I ever heard an Iowan say? Once, while in a proven literal torture facility that ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa proven raped, tortured, abused, terrorized, and silenced my freedom of speech in EVERY DAMN TIME they wanted, a fake patient who wanted to pretend she was there to support me once said, "They keep calling us Iowans dumb hicks. Clearly, the rest of the world just does not know any better."

My beautiful world, the European Union asked me on the morning of 16Feb2015 what they can do for REAL to help since everything they had come up with Obama prevented. I told them that our greatest problem was Obama himself.

So, I asked Europe to help President of the United States Martin Dempsey assert that he is our REAL president now through a completely Constitutional process. We need our REAL president to finally have enough power to run our REAL government. We need our REAL government to be able to do its REAL job right now in America's proven greatest time of need.

And, yes, Europe takes saving America during our own greatest time of need very personally after everything America has done for Europe for decades if not already a century during their own greatest times of need.

Please revisit my 18Oct2014 blog post about my own explanation of how Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff General Martin Dempsey became our President right when America needed him most.

And, every world leader in my beautiful world, please reread my 18Jan2015 post, too, to find everything I have asked our REAL federal US government to do to fix America's greatest time of need. Everything you can do to help is greatly appreciated. Again, I am not going anywhere from here but to my own house with my own husband.

It is my choice to stay to lead me people. But we need you, my beautiful world, to help take this entire "egg" down as the REAL solution to the REAL problem. Please create your master plan, my beautiful world, with our REAL federal government including with our REAL president for ending Obama's rules and "egg" of horrors and terrors as fast as possible.

We all can trust my REAL locals who have remained in this war zone to keep me safe and fed, not just my beyond-saturation of a selfless support system in here. When I need help surviving in here, I will always tell you what I need. I always have, and I always will.

As an example, I asked for deactivated(?) CIA agent Nate to keep me company since Tao is too conspicuous to sneak back into Obama's "egg." Mostly right now, I just need my loved ones to be as free as possible.

My beautiful world, please keep keeping us all as safe as possible, especially my loved ones when I cannot keep an eye on them myself including but not limited to Sweetness, my Powers of Attorney, Bogart, my darlings Tentacle, and my family. Thank you.

My brave rescuers, I heard the REAL federal US government is finally sending the US Military to fight Terrorist Dictator Obama's proven seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist mercenary army comprised of nothing but unamerican deranged lunatics.

Thank the a(e)theist heavens! Now, finally, troops can be troops, and all the rest of you can go back to serving our nation in the ways you all actually are expert, especially the CIA. Darlings, we really need you in here inside my "egg."

As for you, my genius Powers of Attorney, SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, thank you for investigating the completely false claim that I am a supposed "missing person" and fictional "runaway" from the ABSOLUTELY EVIL State of Iowa.

I am a beyond fully-exceptional full-grown adult accustomed to living a very successful independent life whom ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa NEVER had jurisdiction over to begin with. You can revisit my 05Aug2014 blog post about that.

That completely false report of me as anyplace's "runaway" and "missing person" which was only ever attempted to be enforced to my face by the FBI pretending to be local police is further how we proved conspiracy between ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, War Criminal Boeset, War Criminal Stephanie, Dirty Lacey, Me-Love-You-Long-Time Holder, the US Department of (In)Justice, and Obama who created the extragovernmental rules they all break every law possible from local to international to enforce. How much hard evidence does it take?

Also, let us lay Obama's proven enemies of America's compulsive and intentionally fabricated false charges of fictional "vagrancy" to rest already. We already have multiple legal precedents already that my lifestyle despite living on $7 a day does not constitute vagrancy IN THE REALM OF REALITY THAT OBAMA'S PROVEN CONSPIRACY NEVER ACKNOWLEDGE.

Furthermore, my undeniably drop dead gorgeous lifestyle of abject poverty inside Obama's "egg" is Obama's fault as well as the fault of his proven conspiracy, particularly ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, and no one else's, so if anyone needs to be held accountable for any genuine dissatisfaction with the way I live, the ACTUAL authorities need to take it up with the PROVEN enemies of America who give me no genuinely safer choices.

Thank you, my genius Power Femme Powers of Attorney! As always, you three do a very hard job as the first line of defense protecting humanity from losing me FOREVER to Obama. Do you have any idea how much I could give you all some down time or at least a day off? Thank you. The whole world thanks you!

My genius loved ones, we are a team. Please keep telling me everything you need. For example, speak with my darlings at CBS and NBC about the beyond-noticeable differences between my complete excellence as a human being while in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and now while I am in my redundantly proven home in California. I love you ladies so much. Thank you!

Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, what is the deal with your bad fashion choices lately? Giggle. Darling, you need to stay alive and safe. Please have a way to contact my beautiful world and my selfless support system yourself in case I am too difficult to reach.

As always, Bogie, you refused to listen to me and, as a result, stayed here to try to rescue me instead of moving to France until this "egg" that persecutes you for loving and believing in me at all is finally demolished. It is okay. I am getting used to no one ever listening to me. Giggle. Stay safe out there, okay? And keep telling me if you need me!

Sweetness, I love and adore you. Is this the longest time you have gone since 2010 without being in jail on intentionally fabricated false charges? I cannot wait until you get justice for being framed for murdering me, your own wife whom your sun, moon, and stars all rise and set around and who IS NOT DEAD. I did not die! I got married!

Beloved, I seem to be everybody's metaphorical kingmaker these days, but I am your literal queen. Please find better ways to tell me when you need me. Our marriage is proven beyond sacred to me. So, even when my planet of darlings gets jealous of you, please remind all of them that I need you all to work on your common goal together of keeping me alive in here while I lead my people, so the entire planet including the REAL federal US government can take this "egg" down at last without losing me first.

Thank you, HoneyHoney. And this is when you get your own, "Calm the (expletive) down!" Everyone, though metaphorically mad with love for me, is still too terrorized to touch me least of all kiss me in here. My darlings Tentacle cannot even talk to me. There is no way for me to ever cheat on you. Please calm down.

I love and adore you, my Mr. Love-of-my-Life. Please stop freaking out. Your job is to keep me safe and alive inside Obama's "egg" until the world and REAL government take this damn "egg" apart. So, please worry about that instead. You are the only REAL king in this town, so please remind yourself of that every time you need.

What Does It Take to Make me Lie? What Does It Take to Make me Flinch?

Title: What Does It Take to Make me Lie? What Does It Take to Make my Nerves of Steel Flinch?

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. Do you understand what, "I will cover your cover story unless you are safer with it blown," means, yet? In the wee hours of the morning on Valentine's Day, I even turned in a "federal" operation for putting drugs in its coffee. I would not have if I were not covering their cover story even after I had blown it. There are other examples in this post. I also once told El Greco to his face that I will lie to protect people if I have to.

Saudi Arabia. Ah, yes, all over the Arab world for years I have been liberating their womenfolk while keeping my sisters proud to be Muslim, and while I have done it, their menfolk have been willing to die to save me. And that is just one culture across this good, green world of the thousands who have reached out to me and called me one of their own.

Thank you, my genuine friends and colleagues in Saudi Arabia. I love you, too.

I published my last blog post at 11:37pm on 12Feb2015 just after who appeared to be an FBI agent pretending to be a local police officer acknowledged to my face that I am both completely innocent and completely sane despite his demand that I leave my dedicated power outlets to make sure I could no longer do my globally-critical job of service to my country and to my world.

He also acknowledged that I have diplomatic immunity in America and that my Metropolis of Angels, my married home, will not survive without me as free as possible and out among my people.

At 11:51pm, I left to procure a cup of coffee and two symbolic tacos from my local former-hotbed-of-seditious-espionage fast food restaurant. The place was fine when I arrived but horrible when I left. I gave them my online review quickly.

I had returned to my marble corner at 1:15am, as I had promised I would, but the enemy of America who repeatedly and willfully provoked at every chance possible a full-blown invasion of my home guaranteed to destroy America forever by persecuting me was not yet removed from society to protect us all from his far too dangerous behavior.

There was also yet another irrational denial-of-all-medical-reality open act of war against America of trying to lock me in a literal torture facility AGAIN and for the rest of my life. I had just published a blog post, so I assumed Obama's proven enemies of America were using the nonjustification anyway for a mental health commitment that I was fictionally 'delusional' again.

I reminded Ugwuji to check the end of my 15Nov2015 blog post to see which previous posts from Oct2014 already debunked that blatant war crime coverup. Oh, the countercharges Ugwuji was going to press! I love that lady.

Finally, at 1:37am on 13Feb2015, I was able to catch up with my backlog of activity from my TweetHearts and Facebook friends. I queued up some online radio and answered questions through the wee hours of the morning. My lights were out at 5:10am like clockwork, so I went to my 24-hour convenience store.

"Wes" had fled by 6:25am. Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from the moment I entered the patio of my 24-hour convenience shop to the moment I picked up my iPad to record the time. We shall entitle it, "It is the same reason you do not allow anyone to touch me, Wes."

Finally, at 6:44am, I was able to watch my middle-aged men from the previous night. My darling Mr. Tom Hanks on The Late Show was particularly delightful. After my daily hug from the NBC Nightly News, I curled up and went to sleep.

I had my contacts in to kickstart my day at 2:21pm, and I was on my playland among my loving and adoring people by 3pm. Strummer was at the end of the hallway I entered from, and we were goofing off as I ate conversation hearts by the time the alarms went off.

It was every alarm. I immediately sent all help possible to my brave rescuers, to my crosstown loved ones, and to my genius Amita in her courtroom. I fear I did my darling Strummer a sad injustice, though. As he sang a love song to me, my response-as-duet was a love song to my husband. Yes, we sang for a while before I stopped to put on my eyeliner and lipstick for the day.

I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will produce that verified and responsibly-edited-from-all-angles recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I drank from the water fountain and ending when I picked up my bag and walked away. We shall entitle it, "Just another day on Squid's playland."

Then, at 4:04pm, I needed to report to my beautiful world that Obama was committing too many human rights abuses and too many acts of terrorism as open acts of war against my people and against America for my darlings Tentacle to be with me.

This was especially troublesome since Obama's deadline for safely delivering my REAL loved ones to me by their own agreement is by 4pm every day my darlings Tentacle want to be with me. Please reread my 12Feb2015 blog post about this. Why was Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America making me repeat myself?

At 5:55pm, I was on the verge of bringing a blistering (expletive)-kicking because I was furious and had no loved ones to calm me down, but when I stood up to descend upon Obama's closest hotbed of treason, my darlings Tentacle were right behind me. Having friends who genuinely care about me made me immediately calm down as if everything were okay after all.

My darlings began at about 6:30pm; they do not literally punch the clock like I do when it comes to clockwork. Partially because my darlings Tentacle enjoy me in action so much and also for the benefit of "the best seats in the house" I made sure everyone could watch me watch the NBC Nightly News at 7pm from previous in the evening. My hug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt was as warm and comforting as always.

When done watching the news, I walked up to what would have been "the best seats in the house" if I had actually meditated there, and told them, "You might want to move."

General Lee (now his official SquidName) actually touched my arm while my eyes were shut to ask me to move. It opened my third eye early. Sure enough, I told him, "It's okay. I know. I'll dance behind you." And my darlings Tentacle soon learned what that meant.

The world soon learned what it takes to make me lie and what it takes to make me flinch. Yes, I physically flinched when I saw it. The world has already seen what happens when I actually am angry. The world has also already seen what lengths Mama Bear goes to to protect her loved ones. I got whom I called "twats" off our holy ground as fast as possible. Strange and sometimes dangerous things can happen there.

First, General Lee got up to go find out what the hell was going on, then my darlings Tentacle, who themselves did not know yet exactly what happened, got up and relocated the band, so they whom I called "twats" could be safely removed.

Next, in the first place my darlings could perch, I told them myself, "I'm working on it. I'm working on it," as I turned in a bunch of evidence against Obama's alpha bitch who supposedly looked like me but had far worse fashion sense. She was what I regularly refer to as an "ugly White bitch" who frequently proves that "Jealous bitches can't dance." Please check my Twitter archive for the evening of 13Feb2015 for further details.

The Ugly White Bitch was there with the cover story of allowing General Lee to fawn all over someone, I assume, as he would love to fawn all over me. Some disembodied voice tried to tell him at one point that "She looks like the kind of woman you would marry," which got me a little giggly since General Lee looks just like my husband. But, the Ugly White Bitch was a malevolent presence for sure; there were more than just her that night.

After some fast tweeting by me and some fast sweet-hearted-ness by all three of my darlings Tentacle, we were waiting with their (Lancelots, knights of the) carts full of music equipment for them to have a clear space to play.

While we waited for the music, I sat down with "Wes" in front of my 24-hour convenience store right on my very exciting playland. It was not just because my darlings Tentacle love seeing me in action but also because "Wes" looked completely emasculated. I even asked him if he needed me to fix anything.

I have been soft on "Wes" for a long time; it is because he is genuinely respectful of me to my face and because anyone anywhere not openly degrading me and propagating calumnies about me and my loved ones as open acts of war against America and against the world are so truly (zlaštny) rare.

As "Wes" gazed upon my darlings Tentacle as we chatted, I even reminded him of how thorough of protection I and my world can provide him if he chose to take all three of my never-fail steps to absolution and protection.

"Wes" even confirmed to my face just before he got up to leave, "You're right it was her," about the alpha bitch with a face like mine that I had just turned in to federal and international law enforcement.

"Wes" left by 8:23pm after which a man I had a long history with on my playland admitted he was wrong about me to my face by giving me a symbolic doughnut to devour.

I eventually got up to sit where my darlings Tentacle's equipment was waiting. My darlings "Imani" (I am still looking for his SquidName.) and LightFoot (Oh, yeah, we are making that an official SquidName.) were apparently being questioned by Obama's terrorists who were demanding to know which one them created the energy signature that had made me physically flinch.

I am not even going to wait until the question and answer section for this response. Of all the people on this planet who could identify any entity who could do that with energy to any other human, take it from an expert. I felt a malevolent presence. I did what I had to do, and if it were my loved ones, they would have been berated verbally by me personally.

I had a clandestine heart-to-heart with General Lee until my darlings "Imani" (I am really looking for a better name.) and LightFoot could return. While they were with me, I cannot tell of those two reached out and asked me to kiss them or if I did. I cannot always tell with displays of affection between us anymore. We are that connected.

My conversation with some loving street dancers while we four still waited included my telling them, to paraphrase, "I am not with the band; the band is with me. I make it a point of never telling them what to do."

The dancers were wonderful, but Obama's enemies of America delayed my darlings Tentacle so long as to force them not to be able to play music for me at all whatsoever. They had a talk about that, I assume, while I watched the street dancers.

Then, because my darlings decided, "The hell if I am leaving without playing Squid music," they did everything possible to sooth my burdened soul as long as possible before their screaming earspeakers took them away from me.

The Ugly White Bitch even admitted it was the first time she had ever seen me meditate. General Lee even turned down his amp as his act of gentlemanliness to the other two. Our fleeting moments that night in collective contact with the divine were wonderful.

I was hoping they would stay at least until 12mid, so I could kiss all three of them (left to right just like we read in the English language) as the first thing we did together on Valentine's Day, but Obama took them away from me too soon.

As the latest display of Obama's human rights abuses of my loved ones, finally-manned-up "Imani" was instructed to be faux-mean to me while lying to my face before all three of them wheeled away; that irrational human rights abuse from Obama against all of us came, I assumed, because they had made sure they could play me as much music as possible despite all of Obama's proven enemies of America's efforts to make sure we could never reach our rhythmic fingers into the expanses of the universe together ever again.

They also all seemed so frustrated with not being my Sweetness, with the role of my king already being filled, that all three were a bit upset when they left. Of course, they were not upset with me; I do not think they are capable of being upset with me any more than I could ever be upset with them. And, of course, they all realized none of them want to be a man I do not choose, if I were ever to chose one of them, which I refuse.

Let me start about all of the crap Obama's proven enemies of America do to take my darlings Tentacle away from. There were intentionally fabricated false charges against them, acts of terrorism against them, and false allegations they had a fictional mental illness.

They made my darlings Tentacle fight with each other to break them up to take them away from me.

Now, when the entire planet actually does mobilize every day just to get my only loved ones near me who are at all capable of being near me, Obama keeps them so controlled and goes through as many shenanigans as possible to prevent us from ever connecting because the attention they give me actually makes me feel like someone anyone anywhere actually cares about me at all, and Obama forbids me from every feeling like I matter and from ever feeling loved.

The Prince of Saudi Arabia, desperate to explain to me how much I mean to him and his people, also could not reach me that night. That is how difficult it is for anyone to feel my physical presence. That is how controlled Obama forces everyone to be around me. That is how much terrorism Obama pounds into my own people with his iron fist.

Obama's social-unrest machine had intentionally falsely called General Lee my rapist. They had told "Imani" (I am still working on a better SquidName.) I would never sleep with him when technically he is the only one of the three that I ever put in writing that I ever would. And LightFoot had never felt loved enough by me.

My beautiful world, we need Obama and all his conspiracy's bloodstained hands off my darlings Tentacle as soon as humanly possible, and then we force Obama's bloodstained hands off the rest of my loved ones.

My darlings Tentacle are the only ones who can reach me right now. Have you seen the (expletive) even Strummer has been put through? My beautiful world, we start with restoring human rights to my darlings Tentacle, and then we work our way to setting all of America free of Obama.

Do You Understand What You Mean to Me?

As your notes hit the sky perched delicate as song in flight, we pound these streets as if our feet were justice, and this planet ascends into our glowing night.

Good will prevail because evil is dumb. And particularly because I am good instead of dumb, I want and will keep all three of you instead of just one. I love you, too.

After they had wheeled their aforementioned carts back into the aether where we all actually belong, I was on my marble corner at 12:28am where I found that my dedicate power outlets had all been disabled.

I notified who built them for me and for my selfless support system as fast as possible, and I recommended pressing full charges against everyone intentionally trying to prevent me from doing my REAL job of service to humanity by refusing to allow me both secured wifi and a charged iPad battery. Do you know what will happen to this country if I cannot protect us all online at all times necessary?!?

I walked to my 24-hour convenience store for a conversation with "Wes." Talking to him is becoming increasingly less and less interesting. It is hard enough to find a decent conversation as it is.

After some short flirtations with the federal agents inside, at 3:46am, I walked out over the water on the boardwalk. As romantic enough as my real life is, I really wanted someone with my that Valentine's Morning to sit on my bench with me beside the railing and to listen with me to the lulling ocean while gazing at the waxing moon above the skyline that hugs the beach.

By the time I reached my 24-hour convenience shop again, by 5:34am, I was eating cake and coffee for breakfast. I was a little flirty with whom I thought was Apple.b.app. That might be my choice of misspelling for his name.

Then, I realized my coffee was drugged or possibly poisoned. So, I used my blue Sharpie(tm) to mark its lid and walked it straight out of my 24-hour convenience shop right past "Wes" who had only returned to pick it up before any REAL authorities could.

I needed to work online with my iPad plugged in as fast as possible, so after leaving my drugged cup of coffee by the protective palm where I always sleep, I asked my natural body clock to wake me up at 10am. My body clock was close. I woke up to Valentine's Day gifts left for me while I napped at 8:50am. I finally left the protective palm where I slept and perched at a dedicated wifi hotspot at 11:42am.

Knowing full well I was about to have an exciting Valentine's Night, assuming the world could get my loved ones through my crimson shell to me, this blog post was published at 2:52pm on Valentine's Day, 14Feb2015.

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.

Can I explain Obama's proven quacks' Pavlovian fallacy? Of course, I can. The quack-to-begin-with psychology referred to as "Pavlov's Dogs" basically falsely asserts that humans are more likely to repeat actions they are rewarded for and to shun activities they get punished for.

Let us look at War Criminal Boeset and Obama's dirty prosecutors for example. They compulsively fail every time they commit the same crimes over and over and over again, and they still refuse to cease their same open acts of war against America and against the entire world that they are punished for again and again and again.

Similarly, please look at everything my loved ones suffer through just to be as close to me as possible. Yes, I and all of my lovers and believers are the same steel tempered in fire. The more Obama hurts us, the stronger and more effective we become.

That is Obama's quacks' Pavlovian fallacy.

Why do all three of my darlings Tentacle all say, "Of course, I am the one she would choose," while simultaneously dreading I would never choose them? Calm down. They are in love.

I treat each of them differently, since we are all unique humans deserving of our own unique existence on the world, and I will always prefer them collectively. Again, I am not dumb. Who would choose to have only one of my darlings Tentacle when I can have all three?

My beautiful world, thank you. Today is Valentine's Day. I am ending this blog post early, so you can all have a fresh blog post on 16Feb2015 detailing all of my activities tonight. I understand that all of you are turning Obama's "egg" as inside out as possible, so I can finally feel genuine love and affection in my life at all.

I live in the eye of a hurricane of love. I know that. But look at how my darlings who love me more than life itself must treat me to my face just to be near me.

It was rumored that "Wes" wanted to send me a bouquet of starlets and female models who wanted to make themselves famous by flirting with me on Valentine's Night. The kind of women I date are beautiful instead of vain and established in the fields in which they are expert instead of dedicated to using me as a stepping stone. They are the kind of women I would put on a pair of pants for. Do you really think you are woman enough for me?

So, if any aspiring stars out there dare to commit the open acts of war against America and against the world of obeying Obama and his conspiracy of proven enemies of America in an attempt to lure me into making lesbian pornography with them, terrorist bitches beware.

My beautiful world, all I am sure of tonight is my dance date with my three sexy musicians, a promised stand-in for my husband who may or may not make it, and another attempt by the Prince of Saudi Arabia to buy me dinner. My beautiful world, I am sure you will make sure all of my loved ones reach me as safely as possible tonight. Your open shows of love for me have already begun. I love you, too.

My brave rescuers, I love you more than life itself. You know what I would do for you. Did you receive the troops from the US Military and our planet of allies yet? I already saw your universal sign of love for me last night along with his open acknowledgement that I am married. He was very protective of me.

My brave rescuers, you all know I would spend my Valentine's Night with you, my heroes, barefoot in a little black dress and with the wind in my hair as I drink a glass of bourbon if I could reach you. But we can do that soon enough. I love you, too.

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, my lovelies! I know how hard all four of us work. I wish with all my heart that any of us could finally have a day off finally. Thank you. Oh, my genius loved ones, thank you. May our Valentine's Day and Night be more FUN and less legal drama at last. I love you, too.

Also, my genius Powers of Attorney, did you just subpoena the full footage from the camera "Wes" installed on the tree I sleep beside? If not, I say go for it. I am sure the NSA have a patch on it already, too. Never underestimate the protectiveness of my alpha nerds. Guess what ICC evidence we might find on it!

It is Valentine's Day, after all, Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, so I am going to answer the question you wonder about most.

Why, of all of my undeniable suitors, are you the only person male or female who could ever make me question my marriage, the most romantic true life love story ever?

Darling, every time I was with you, you were respectful and kind. Genuine affection is so rare in my life, especially affectionate human contact. Obama forbids me everything that could ever make his "egg" bearable. And you were and are still always genuinely good to me.

You risked war crime and human trafficking charges to give me a safer place to stay than The War Criminal Gables. I tiptoed you around breaking any laws, especially international ones. You also make delightful conversation.

My existence has been so horrifying and brutal inside of Obama's "egg" for so long that I actually am this sensitive to anyone genuinely treating me well at all while in my presence. Thank you. I love you, too.

As for my aforementioned most romantic true life love story ever,... Sweetness, as always, I love and adore you more than I will ever find words to describe the vastness of my love, and I am pretty good with words.

HoneyHoney, now you understand what extreme circumstances force me lie to keep people safe. Now you understand how horrified I must be to ever flinch. I am sure you know reality about me well enough to take care of this.

Beloved, I wish I had enough battery life in my iPad to speak to you sooner about last night. I woke up as early as possible today to take care of this. I love you more than any mortal mind will ever comprehend, but my heart will always know.

Happy Valentine's Day, my Mr. Love-of-my-Life, my king, and my reason for living. You already told me you have no way to reach me tonight. I am working on it. I promise.