A police state is a terrorist state

Title: A police state is a terrorist state.

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. One cannot make an omelet without breaking eggs. And I make a damn good omelet.

France. We were lucky heroes were on board. Searching for a solution to security in the EU, of course, should not involve enforcing a police state nor police state level surveillance.

After a terrorist attack the only proper response is making your people safer and freer; otherwise, the terrorists have won at taking your freedoms away. Give the enemy nothing to hate enough to attack.

The European Union needs to make themselves less desirable as a target of extremists, and they can do that with less racism and more love, with more human rights, and by fighting the recruitment practices of the extremists by making young Muslims feel loved and like they belong.

For example, my death would traumatize the entire world, but no extremists hate me enough to threaten me except for Obama's own terrorist regime that uses the fear of losing me to manipulate and control the American masses.

If I were ever to actually die, Obama would lose his power to control America, and no other terrorists hate me enough to hurt me. Because I love and include, ISIS themselves tried a hostage exchange with Obama to set me free.

Obama refused to set me free, so ISIS killed its Japanese hostages last year. Clearly, Obama cannot be negotiated with; just arrest him already. But I digress.

My point was love and truth will make the world safer from terrorism.

My last blog post was finished at 8:33am on 23Aug2015. It was only the second time I had ever written a blog post with no polishing necessary after I proofread it. I quickly sent it to my lovelies who publish all of my posts for me.

My internet gnomes played me Humble Pie's Sweet Peace and Time as I checked my makeup and got ready to take my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies. Yes, there was also some singing along.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening at 9:30am. My morning cyberhug was from my darling Ms. Erika Hill, and it reminded me of how truly spectacular and wonderful the world that loves me really is.

I left my regular morning haunt for my place at 10:50am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a little nap and had a mellow afternoon. Dinner at 5pm was similarly tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, by 5:31pm.

My darlings Tentacle were still in Santa Cruz, but I found my darling FlamencoHands outside of the Apple Store at 5:43pm. I told him I would be right back and went for coffee.

I stopped at the Famima for my cup of coffee from Handsome(Roger) and learned that Evil Rabin was lying to the courts and pretending he had mistaken the REAL me for the fat, ugly porn star who looks nothing like me, the metaphorical "cigarette," and that was why he always publicly persecuted me and destroyed my priceless and similarly unmistakable writing journals.

First of all, I have never been a fat, ugly porn star and look nothing like that bitch. Secondly, since Evil Rabin ALWAYS feared LightFoot beating him up (and in fact still does), he similarly ALWAYS knew I am the REAL me (and in fact still does).

My darling FlamencoHands's music started at 6:03pm, and I did a lot of writing. He stopped at almost 8pm when I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online.

My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erika Hill. It reminded me of how loved I am, and for that I am truly grateful. Thank you, as always, my darling NBC News team.

I found TambourineKicker singing with the Irish tea leaf reader at 8:39pm just off the Promenade around the corner from Stefano's Pizzeria. It was a good night. We hung out singing unto the night sky until 10:10pm. Queue the highlights reel!

After that, I caught the next bus back to where I stay. The Santa Monica Big Blue Bus schedule was all redone starting that Sunday, 23Aug, and I needed to make sure I would not miss the last bus.

I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Monday, 24Aug2015, well before breakfast due to vigilant torture facility alarms. Breakfast was delicious warm English muffins smothered in butter and jelly.

After breakfast, I was in front of the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library by 8:19am sipping coffee, streaming music, and working online. My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies were particularly stunning that day.

And as my internet gnomes made sure my darling Ms. Shirley Bassey's Diamonds are Forever played, I wrote.

The morning's vigilant torture facility alarm repeated at 9am.

9:18am on 24Aug2015: Unhappiness is not a symptom of mental illness. It means my life is unhappy. Sane people cry when things are sad lovelorn. #WutheringHeights

At 9:26am, I started singing along while working. I sang until 10:02am when I moved out of the hot sun and into the shade. By 10:42am, I was nestled into the activity room of the building where I stay watching the Celebrity Name Game hosted by my darling Mr. Craig Ferguson.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped for a little while after eating and had a mellow afternoon. I chatted affectionately with Josh during dinner at 5pm. By 5:18pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I found my darling FlamencoHands in front of the Apple Store at 5:31pm. He played until 5:58pm while I wrote a whole new Shakespearean sonnet that will be in my next blog post.

My darling FlamencoHands(Nick) invited me to the Guitar Center with him. I, of course, said, "Yes!"

We passed Patricia and my darling Strummer(Noah) on our way off the Promenade. I took some time to look at the drummer Jonathan's wrist. He had hurt it punching something. Sigh... Artists.

At 6:33pm, I was guarding Nick's equipment in front of the Barnes & Noble while he took the long walk to the car and brought it around. After picking me up, the car pulled away at 6:51pm. We were on our way to the Guitar Center.

The Guitar Center made me giggle. That place is a candy store. And their customer service there is fabulous.

My darling FlamencoHands dropped me off at my playland at 7:47pm. I caught my darling Strummer's last song at 7:51pm as I was walking in the Famima for a cup of coffee.

And, I was beside my Americana folk singer Red by 8:09pm to listen to music until I caught the 10pm bus back to where I stay. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I woke up on Tuesday, 25Aug2015, very early. On behalf of everyone who watches my eyecamera to keep me safe, I had been asked not to start my day so early. So, I worked without my contacts.

This blog post was finished at 6:55am on 25Aug2015 from my bedroom.

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.

Are efforts to rescue me too dangerous? What is dangerous is Obama's "egg." All efforts must be taken to end his damn "egg." It is much more dangerous just leaving me in here.

The REAL federal U.S. government needs to do its REAL damn job. If there really is a mercenary terrorist army enforcing Obama's "rules," the U.S. Military need to be sent to fight them.

Soldiers need to be soldiers. Spies need to be spies. Police need to be police. The FBI need to arrest everyone enforcing every damn rule. The REAL federal U.S. government needs to do its REAL damn job.

What is the proper response to terrorism? Love. Make yourselves a better people. Make yourselves a safer and freer people. A police state is terrorism anyway. It makes your people live in terror afraid of their own government.

My beautiful world, I am here for you. So many of our world problems can be fixed with a cultural education on the reality of the people we are raised and instructed to hate.

I was raised during the Cold War, and what saved us from global annihilation by nuclear weapons was not fearing nuclear attacks, it was teaching Russia to love America and to adopt capitalism.

The world must be given something to love, or we will die from our own hatred.

As another example, Evil Rabin always hated the REAL me, so I made my darling Handsome(Roger) love me. And I saved my local Famima.

Also, whether or not Obama hates me, he uses human rights abuses against me to keep himself in totalitarian power over America particularly over the media.

So, we replaced him as president in 2013 with a president who loves me, President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey. Please reread my 18Oct2015 blog post about how President Dempsey came to power.

Do you understand that Barack Obama is an unelected dictator who writes "rules" as extragovernmental legislation that he enforces with death, slavery, torture, rape, genocide, human rights abuses, and war?

My selfless support system, you surround me with your love night and day. Without feeling your love, I would have perished by now. Thank you. I suffer through a day-to-day life of human rights abuses against me used as acts of war against America, and I would never survive if I did not know I am loved. Thank you!

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I look nothing like and behave nothing like the fat, ugly hooker Obama made pornography of to libel me enough he could seduce the world into hating me.

If anyone ever claims they mistook the REAL me for a metaphorical "cigarette," as their excuse for obeying all of Obama's rules while causing me harm, persecution, and abuse, fry them.

We tolerate lies from no one. If anyone mistook me for someone other than myself, he or she would NOT obey Obama's highly restrictive rules around me. Thank you, darlings!

Speaking of suffering under Obama's rules, my musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, our days and nights apart are killing me. I love you. Will you be here starting Wednesday?

My darling MannedUp, is there an instrument left you do not play? You only ever needed to prove your musical prowess to me, but you have proved you are beyond talented to everyone who sees you through my eyes. Thank you for throwing everything you have into keeping me well. Yes, darling, thank you.

My darling GeneralLee, my choosing Kris instead of you protects you. I could never bear losing you. I cannot even stand when we are apart. Stop being jealous of the added suffering my boyfriends endure, and enjoy your future by my side as my Piazzolla.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, you are REAL boyfriends who do everything you can to make my unbearable life at all livable. I thank you, and I love you.

My darling Bogart, I miss you. There is a price for being a genius. My life is so lonely, but it is my genius that keeps saving me. I wish I could be with you.

Bryan, you were introduced to my life to take me away from Sweetness, but the (expletive)holes who controlled all of our time together refused to allow you to woo me properly.

I was not ready to sleep with you until well after they would never allow you near me. I have a slow motor. They abused me too much and too long for me to willingly engage in any sexual activities unless there is a long wooing process successfully completed before hand.

As desperate as Obama's war criminals are to make me finally sleep with someone anyone or take partake in any sexual activity at all whatsoever, they keep refusing me the only people who stand a chance of ever tempting me.

And they refuse you any setting that would make sleeping with me possible even if they let us be together. I remember the terms they gave you. When I do anything sexual, it is beautiful.

They are desperate to sully me with something anything ugly, and desperate to make me look anything but like my real self, they created controlled sexual situations that are impossible to be in with me.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, yes, I would love to finally make love to you, but Obama openly denied me anything I needed, like privacy, to be able to make love to you, and now he will not allow you near me at all.

As my boyfriend watching over me from afar, you never fail me, Bogart. I just wish you could still be a physical presence in my life.

My darling LightFoot, you are the only one who stands a chance of taking me away from Sweetness, now. But if Obama wants me separated from my beloved husband, it is only possible on our terms.

I cannot be something I am not. I cannot do things contrary to who I am. Obama has to give in to our demands, yours and mine, for it to be at all possible for my sacred marriage to end.

Obama is desperate to end my marriage. Let that be the source of your power over him my darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic.

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

HoneyHoney, to paraphrase my darling Mr. Neil Young, "With your [gold] heart shining in the sun, long may you run."

Beloved, are you really okay spending the entire rest of my life side-by-side with me serving humanity? We have been through this before. I am fine spending three months a year or so working online from your trailer. I would never make you give up your art.

My hero and my king, you are my future. You are this princess's happily ever after. Are you ready to mount your steed, slay the dragon, and save the princess from her tower?