KILL SQUIRREL, ATTACKS ME WHILE WAITING FOR BUS, IN FRONT OF ST. PATRICK'S HOSPITAL, MISSOULA; POSSIBLY FREE BUS SERVICE IN MISSOULA; RETURN OF THE OLD FASHIONED INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISTS, NEW MONTANA PRESS CLUB; KILL SWITCH LEGISLATION; GERMANY TELLS GOOGLE, REQUESTS TO ERASE INFO ON SEARCH ENGINE, MUST BE HONORED; OBAMA REFUSES TO REIGN IN NSA, ONE YEAR AFTER EDWARD SNOWDEN REVEALED, RIGHT TO PRIVACY ISSUES WITH GOVERNMENT, NO NSA INTERVIEWS ON NON-CLASSIFIED INFORMATION WITH NSA--REALLY, GERMANY TELLS GOOGLE WHAT TO DO TO PROTECT CITIZENS, NOW GOOGLE IS CONTROLLED BY CIA/NSA IN AMERICA? WHAT? STATE GOVERNORS & SHERIFFS, STEPPING IN TO PROTECT THE HEALTH, SAFETY AND WELFARE OF CITIZENS, FROM GUN RIGHTS TO PHONE SURVEILLANCE--KUDOS TO THEM!

Kill Squirrel I, Viral on YouTube--I Met Brother Squirrel!

Everyday, when I get on my computer, either before or after, I write my blog, to tune into some cool mix of music, that disappears in the dark recesses of my mind, while my conscious mind, takes over while I am writing, but lovers, past, current and future, every once in a while pop up with music, connecting to experiences . . . but I always look at what the YouTube Gods, recommend I check out, if they catch my eye with a title or picture, so they are to blame for my newly acquired fear of, none other than the dreaded squirrel!  The following is what created a new fear, of a new erratic creature, that darts, unexpectedly, like mice, grasshoppers, moths, and bats, that have a terror for me, beyond a mountain lion, or grizzly with more predictable patterns of movement.

Okay, on this video, this kid was taking a Selfie, and a squirrel, not afraid of him at all, decided to get its 15 seconds of fame, and showed up on the log, next to the teen taking the picture.  When the boy, took the shot, the click or light, or whatever was on his cellphone camera, scared the squirrel, that attacked his face, if I remember, and ran down the back of his shirt, and it took a while for the confused animal to figure how to get out, but only after clawing and scratching its host body!  Oh, hell no . . . 

So, I am standing out in front of St. Patrick's Hospital, in Missoula, that has a great Learning Center, that I like to write my blog at or watch a movie on the computer, where it is quiet and a scholarly atmosphere, library like, newspapers, magazines, and books, not to mention a health library for physicians and staff, to research various medical issues and topics, of interest--I have used that to do research on petrochemicals and brain tumors, you know, kind of the cool stuff attorneys get to delve into with a new case.  After I was done, I went to the front of the hospital, and was waiting, unsuspecting on Broadway for the bus . . .

I Catch the Stealth Approach In the Corner of My Eye

Out from behind a lone pine tree, I think, fear seems to cloud your mind, but in my peripheral vision, I see this overly large squirrel, about twice the size of the killer brother in the video, boldly approaching me.  A good offense is the best defense, so I hissss at the squirrel, that doesn't seem to deter the attack, and it keeps coming at me.  So I stomp my foot, run at it, and it keeps coming closer and closer . . . it is not at all scared, but I am.  Okay, I look for a rock, like I might throw at a dog, but there are none, no sticks and this thing is still coming onto me, what the hell?

Finally, I growl at it; it stands up on its back legs, with its hands up . . . maybe it wants food.  Shit, I don't have any food for this animal begging me . . . Montanans must feed their squirrels, like people in Salt Lake feed the pigeons.  I don't have anything, quick, think, it is coming closer, food must be what it wants, or what is on the bargaining table or maybe I was the food, the sacrificial offering.  This squirrel retreated for a minute, but seemed intent on getting me or something from me . . . in a trick or treat fashion!

I looked at the bus shelter, and decided, while hot, it may be safer in their, it was on cement, and there was a place to sit, but as I quickly glanced at my proposed cover, I noticed that there was a gap between the cement and the plexiglass shelter, it could bite my ankles, run up my pant legs, or worse, run up my leg itself. As it approached, closer and closer, I decided the best form of action, was to just ignore it!  So that is what I did, I sat down in the shelter and prayed that the bus would get here, ASAP!

The squirrel stealthily sneaked behind me, and I just closed my eyes, and hoped for the best.  Eventually, so unsuspecting woman came walking across the grass, to save me, and the squirrel, might have smelled food on her, my savior, my deliverer . . . I was free, and good she came, because I found out that the bus, that pulled up, wasn't going where I wanted to go . . . I better read the schedule, next time I may not be so lucky!  Adventures on the bus, who would think in the middle of the city, a squirrel attack!

I Strongly Encourage Mayor Egan of Missoula & The City Council To Provide Free Bus Service . . . It Means Freedom to Many People

I learned to love mass transit or public transportation, while living in Chicago, for the summer, while doing an internship with Americans United for Life, I had access to light rail train, subway, and bus, and could literally get anywhere in the city, or even up to two hours in any direction, outside the city, even out to the suburbs, to Shumberg, where my little sister, Rachel lived, or to the Arlington Race Track, Church or wherever . . . the law firm I worked for, told me and the other intern, Julie from Columbus, Ohio, to leave our vehicles home, we didn't need them.

Often Rachel and her small children, would come into the city to pick me up.  She would need something from the store, Walgreens or these 7 Eleven type places, Chicken something, and inevitably, I could get their faster one foot, or public transit, while she was stuck in Chicago traffic, which was gnarly, to say the best, with 3 million people in the city loop, you can only imagine what traffic was like and worse now, I am sure.

There are two bus systems here in Missoula, the Mountain Line and UDash, serving the University of Montana students, free!  I can get up to 12 miles or so out of town, in beautiful scenery, to Bonner of the south, up Rattlesnake Canyon, just a block from hiking several trails, in absolutely beautiful mountains and pines, absolutely amazing.  Yesterday, I hike up the trail, sat by a street, and had a permenent smile on my face, and was so grateful for the freedom, since the government makes sure I don't get a car, took 5 of them, pipe bombed the last one, and there were FBI looking characters at the first stop in the morning, and later, two secret service guys, in shorts and gun glasses walking down the alley, I was going through to get lunch, I guess I wasn't suppose to notice their bullet proof vests under their shirts, and the secret service communication wires, like see through, old telephone cords, whirly twirly communications directly into their ears!

No, fear, the bus is near . . . at about any time of day, I have up to 10 buses, depending on the time, with about 200 stops on those buses, to confuse the feds, tracking me . . . the surveillance cameras, don't help, but hey, I have had some great escapes, thanks to various forms of public transportation, of one kind or another!  I really, think I am far safer on the bus, train, plane or whatever, shuttle, than I would be in a car or truck, they are less likely to make a scene, or blow up 20 people, than one, nor do they want anyone to know what happened to me.  The last time they arrested me without a warrant or charges, like they can do under the UnPatriot Act, trying to hold me, in prolonged detention without charges, warrant or hearing . . . up to indefinitely, put in a jail across the state, with no phone call, n