The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that they are not mended again. Alan Paton, South African Author (1903-1988)
The Power of a First Impression--You Can Never Make A Second, First Impression!
I got the phrase, I came, I ran, I conquered, off the back of a t-shirt, some kid, going into the Kalispell City Library, was wearing, and I thought, that is basically, the story of my life since coming to Montana, as of somewhere around March to April, of 2012, just months after I got swore in to the United States Supreme Court bar, January 23, 2012, and on the second visit to Montana, having felt inspired, if not driven in life's course, to come to Montana, combined with concurring events taking place, almost simultaneously in Utah.
However, as good endeavors, were accomplished, starting with the medical marijuana, water compact, testifying on issues from wild horses and burros, to helping people in the law, with issues of guardianship's and conservatorships, a dark shadow of the shadow cruiser, dropping in place after place, taking credit, one by one for any good, I had done in the state, and using people, churches, politicians, clients, friends, to state, that I was other than me . . . as I started this blog, God, as my Intel Specialist, put a movie on my screen, with a picture that looked like on of my doubles, Kay Burningham, who either predated me, as a romantic interest, with my third husband, or took my place, my name, my resume, my children, my cases, and basically stole my identity with the help of government, mafia, family, church, or the combination of such.
And a woman rolled into the second floor, off the elevator, handicapped and in a wheelchair, with blond hair, a shirt that is symbolic of me, known, only to me and my Intel Man, indicating that this crew of criminals, who gain easy virtue, access, and promote themselves or their band of chickettes, who play me, like actresses in a movie, play, or show, continue to pull of this charade, of mistaken identity, and even people who know me, seem to have no qualms of perpetrating a lie. Or perhaps, it is harder than I think to identify someone, even when, traditionally, a man's eyes will land on a woman's chest first, face after, and can't tell the difference between a size 44 DDD and a handful, or a platinum blond, and a natural, or a brunette or black haired woman, and a blond, a large or tall woman and a shorter woman, or and average height and either a tall or a small size . . . but, giving the benefit of the doubt, let's assume, they just could't remember what I looked like . . . if not, my bad ass con law chick attitude, should have tipped them off!
While I was the one who originally made the first appearance, the frauds, moved in shortly thereafter, with an easy switch. Just the other day, while riding on the bus, an old bus driver, Alan, who is currently working in the office, but was one of the first drivers, I met, substituted for Sam, and I didn't recognize him after less than a year, being a driver when I jumped on the, in my mind, free bus, when I saw four cop cars, cruising through the Walmart parking lot, where my car was parked, and I was out of gas, after first being driven out of Kalispell and Whitefish by cops, on earlier visits, due to cop networks, and a hatred for me taking on cops, the getting involve in the medical marijuana issue, an apparent false flag attack on the freeway, outside of Hamilton, and a claim that I was dead . . . the substitutes started to roll into Montana, wherever, doing whatever, and taking credit, either through negligence, people being bot, political differences, or whatever would motivate a lie, of this nature, even after, being the one to help the state, interpret laws, save the state money, coaching, training, and doing constitutional and legal analysis for entities, like legislators, and other politicians, and doing it all free of charge.
I have a long history, of doing above average things, in fields I work in, and getting awards, honors, accolades, that I never even showed up to the awards ceremonies for the recognition, or give minor players, the chance to take my place or fill a spot, that belonged to me, as the main mover and shaker, because I had other things to do, so I had no idea, that leaving Utah, where this had already happened, would follow me to Montana, and go from lawsuits, to legislation, presentations, cases, and my blog! As a do, like good Marines are trained to do, adjust, they just have no problem, taking the next area that I thrive in.
My Barn, My Rules
Perhaps, my Intel Guy, just answered my own question, my friend, Scott, that I know from Cross Fire Church, but kicked out, just walked in, wearing a t-shirt with that saying on it. And I wondered if that meant, that I am in Montana, who will go by their rules, their preferences, and their politics, much like Utah did, preferring the Hollywood versions of me, even though, these women, are just not that hot, or don't have histories, to back that up, but, the almighty cocks, decided, they just liked these women better than myself . . . two cop cars are just creeping down the back alleys . . . Scott has ratted me out before . . . not breaking laws, just exposing the bull shit, better run again!
I always, always, error on the side of safety! Who knows where this band of dirty cops, dirty CIA, mafia, family paid hit men and women, will take me, or what they will do with me, when they get me . . . I just don't give them a chance to find out. Really, to only way to prove to you that I am right, is to be killed, and I am just not willing to go there, so I run . . . I came, I ran, I conquered . . . it is amazing what a small change will do! I saw one of the bus drivers, Sam, on the wrong road today, over by the Cattleman's Bar, and wondered if that was a sign, that I was to stay off the buses today, bad karma, and I ran into Sam, when I went to get a Diet Coke, he seemed pissed off, remember, he had switched shifts, with Alan, and I was a bit surprised on Friday, Sam normally has the day off, but opts to drive, so I thought something is up.
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I waved at Sam, just across the street from the library, while I finished the Diet Coke I bought, minutes earlier, when I ran into Sam, all most likely on the payroll, of Fat Jack, and enemy crew, he has called the cops or alerted them that I was on the bus before, so . . . no surprises here! There are territories, and certain rats cover each area, money talks, the Money Code is what drives these people, and if they want to say, Rachel is me, or Shelley, or Kay . . . their barn, their rules, the Kalispell Liars, Pod Squad, the usual suspects, use cops, sporting new white cop cars, and given in this game, launder the awards, through grants, cars, scholarships, foundations, donations, all tax free!
The Pledge
I pledge allegiance to the Cock, of the United Anthony Wiener Club of America, and to the Penis for which we stand, one rogue nation, under pussy, with tyranny and injustice for all!
With continual thanks to the YouTube Gods, who electronically read my blog, and kick up great movies and music, that reflect, just what subjects, and topics or issues, I have just written on, egging me on to write, more blogs, dealing with asinine clown ass bull shit, like the two movies, listed in the post title, dealing with the alleged of America and British best, military men and women . . . that so perfectly demonstrate some of the points I want to make, and give me actual true life stories of criminal investigations, and cases, that rocked the nation, with their shock value!
The Officer and the Murderer
These are true stories, and really, fact is stranger than fiction, the officer, at issue, don't remember his name, had just been commissioned, a commander over a military base in Canada, under the Crown, of Britain, glad to see that you have your General Betray Us too! This guy was a sick puppy, but from all intents and purposes, was an upstanding military man, relatively handsome, in fact the quote at the beginning of this blog, was written by an Alan Paton, we all know who General Paton was, involved in the efforts in Russia, stopping Hitler's troops, and saving the allied forces . . . my fourth husband, the substitute for Allan Rex Bess, my real client who was killed a doubled, by Frank of Inter Pol or Paton for this special op called steal, kill and destroy, JoAnn S. Secrist!
Why, to protect $700 plus, million worth of cases against, Homeland Security, Department of Justice, CIA, FBI, securities entities, state and federal, National Guard, California and Utah Prison systems, Iron County, Nevada, and so forth and so on . . . brought in specialist from NORAD, Delta Forces, not Marines, but Intel! Allan Paton Bess, took over the troops, of local cops, local attorneys, and judges, threatened to either lie, side with them, or die . . . not much of a choice! I am much more understanding that the liars would think, money is just not a big deal to me, but my fucking name and identity is, plus, if I decide to help Montana, and others, I don't need credit, but I sure has hell, don't want my enemies to get the credit! And then use money and people against me!
Back to the movie, this British bad boy, was into originally, looking up women in his community, or under his command, and first, taking their bras and underwear, then it escalated to breaking in and tying women up, making them change underwear, pose and take pictures, blind folded and gagged, then releasing them. And then that was not a challenge enough, and it got amped up to underwear thrills and murder! Another interesting Intel from my guy, the first woman this base commander or general killed, was a woman under his command, a pilot, who refused his sexual advances, and request for French lessons, access to her, and that triggered the murder . . .
The victim's last name, was Comeau, in my symbolic tax code brain, that my Intel guy who reads my brain, like someone who has been feeding me signs, symbols and protecting me for 14 years, knows that the last name of the woman killed, was a sign to me, that assassin, Chink Chick, one of the China Dolls, who had been riding the bus, talked to me, and has disappeared since, that I became aware of by a movie called China Dolls, really did come @ U, after I retreated twice! And her intent was to kill, and may have been directed by Allan aka Frank of Inter Pol aka Paton, who was rejected by me, not only sexually, but as a husband . . . and has been trying to kill me for 2 and a half years, using the state battering systems to abuse, intimidate, threaten, chase, and approved or sanctioned attempted homicide!
Love's Deadly Triangle--Don't Flatter Yourselves, Brett & Kay!
In this movie, you have a young hot to trot couple, with the girl, delaying her boyfriend, encouraging them to wait for sex, until they are married. He, like most high school guys, athletes, with a bright future in the military, good looking, and whatever, convinces her to give up her virginity to him, and within several days, he convinces another chick to give up hers! Get real girls! The second girl, asks the guy, outright, if he has a girlfriend, and says, she does not sleep with other girls, guys . . . has always been my code! One chick, the first one, and the guy, had already gotten sort of engaged, and when he tells, the dark haired chick, that he slept with the blond, she says, the only way to fix this, her devastation of losing her virginity to this fucker, was to murder the blond . . . a little close to home, only throw 4 great kids in the mix, and few billion dollars, great resume and cases, for the loser attorney, 15 years head start, and you are getting the picture, a set up from the first, or ID Network stars, Couples that Kill!
The murder is originally blamed on a kid named Brian, my son, Elliot, bass guitarist for God's Revolver, has an uncle named, Brian, so this character and his part in the movie, also took on significance . . . and I just saw a book next to me, down in the kids section of the library, where I ditched to, I used to leave the state, but now, I do less drastic and costly hiding, but genius guitarist, is someone, like the book, entitled OUR SUN OR SON, whom Kay and Brett want to claim as theirs, replacing their loser kids, has a crush on the murdered girl, and between meds (Elliot not on) and alcohol (whiskey . . . wild work out in band, and shots of whiskey), can't remember if he called the victim on Sunday night. So, the cops, much, like I believe happened, in the framing of my son, to get him to release his music to the modern day, Bonnie and Clyde, who stole, set up the fake band, and promoted, GOD'S REVOLVER MUSIC, AROUND THE GLOBE, did this to my son, set him up on a murder!
And the Fucking Cops, FBI, Just Can't Figure Out, that Simple DNA Testing Would Determine Both Maternity and Paternity! Cops are Part of the Problem, Neither of Those Fuckers Even Look Like Elliot, but They Sure As Hell Could Pass For Isaac's Parents!
Kay suffers from male pattern baldness and so does baby Isaac! I guess we are just so fucking unsophisticated and backwards, that we just can't test DNA, and stop crimes that have spanned at least 14 years, and have netted the crime syndicates, billions of dollars! Just like the alleged, All American Couple, murderer and his girlfriend, fiance, both go into the military, to achieve their highest potential . . . at least the young couple, unlike Kay and Brett, really do, on their own merits, go to the Air Force Academy and Annapolis! To reach my full potential, Brett and the Wiener Club of America, came up with some fucked up game, that they decided that Kay earned being ME!
Kay Burningham Brown Buttars Stuart/Stewart, may have been smarter in high school, but by the time I figured out the brain game, and my claim to fame, she couldn't hold a candle to me, which brought about the BAD BLOOD between us, or in her mind, plus, me dumping Brett's sorry excuse for a husband's fucking ass, after a weekend with Kay . . . they planned! You see, before I got PIX, Kay was fired by her boss/partner attorney, who at the time, was my boyfriend, she begged me to meet, and go out with, so she could get a job with him, after her second husband, David Buttars, dumped her sorry, lazy ass, for a Molly Mormon, who had a black lesbian lover! LOL!
Top of the line, gentleman's club, un-extraordinaire! I dumped all of your sorry ass, CIA, FBI, Mormon, alleged elite, this was payback, but the girls, you picked, were all canned by their spouses, boyfriends, lovers, and husbands . . . hell, Shelley's, second husband, David Yeman, at their engagement lunch, slipped his knees, between my legs under the table! I never told Shelley, so as not to hurt her, for she was allegedly carrying his baby . . . and he dumped her when she wasn't, I can't remember which mutt that child came from!
Eventually, the Murdering Cadets, Get Caught! Just As These Guys Should Have!
The girlfriend, tied in murdered and knee deep in blood, finally, tells some roommates about the murder, and were girls who took the military code of honor very serious, and turned the girl in, and finally, the guy was caught, when friend was interviewed by the cops, who, unlike the ones, that I am aware of, have done in this case, refuse to give up, until the murdering couple is caught!
There is one scene, that is hauntingly disgusting . . . this good looking, Kay and Brett, not close, look wise, but this attractive couple, other than the murder, were excellent young adults, pose for a couple's picture, just before she is ordered to return to her home town, to face the fire, and the couple, both dressed up their individual military uniforms, and striking couple, standing in front of the American Flag, made me think, of Brett marrying me, to sub in Kay, as the constitutional law attorney, who had done many great things to further the American cause . . . but, my antics were against cops; therefore, they decided, or were bot, and lied, many knowing me, and said, that Kay, as Me, and that my son's music was Isaac's, now they want to claim my son, Elliot, as theirs, the ones who framed him, stole his music, that was copyrighted, and pulled off the heist of the century, easily, because all levels of cops, were in on the fraud!
Standard for Choice, Was Not Smart v. Dumb, but Fat v. Thin! I, as a Cop, Would Rather be Beaten by, Even a Fat, Smart Attorney, Than a Thin Stupid One!
My Intel guy, just sent in two women, one was fat and the other was thin! The fucking penis club, didn't want their stupid asses kicked by me, fat now, but not so, at all, when they poisoned me! Greg Erickson, an attorney, and worth $40 million, as one of the founders of Orbit Irrigation, in North Salt Lake, wouldn't have given a plug nickel for Kay! I was thin, classy, dressed well, on top of my game, when I was poisoned! After Kay got hired, and was jealous as hell, of me, always, was, always, will be . . . she would try to join me and Greg, in his office, separate, but that he shared with Kay, until she couldn't pull of a trial! LOL! I substituted in for her, at his request, and she hated him and me for that . . . I was as innocent as a new born attorney, just helping my love interest out, after Kay got canned! Brett was payback to me! You two deserve each other . . . once a cheater, always a cheater, balance of power, I guess!
Greg and I would be talking in his office, with the door shut, and Kay would knock and come in, interrupting conversations about the law, judges, cases, legal theories, and building a law practice, together, I had taken pictures of office buildings in Provo, to start to help that joint project along. But, Kay, would come in, sit on the floor, and start doing stretches, showing off cleavage, her flexibility, lifting her leg, behind her head, and doing kind of like drill team or cheer-leading type muscle warm-ups. Greg, unlike Brett, was disgusted and appalled at her lack of professionalism as an attorney, never fell for her feminine wiles, and told me, behind closed doors, that disgusted him! Like it would most professionals! Kay, NOT!
The Tits & Ass Brigade Are Gals for the Money!
I remember, Kay, getting pissed off, after having to deliver something up to Greg at his 10,000 ft. home, up around Eagle View, or whatever the area is called, overlooking the Great Salt Lake, in the Bountiful, Val Verda Area, of North Salt Lake, kind of near, old flame, Larry Walls, home he grew up in, and Kay telling me, that if I married Greg, I would have a bigger house than her . . . it took Greg, three months to get me to the point that I even cared what his house looked like. I didn't give a rat's ass, and I was busy as hell! Greg, finally, had me look at an appraisal done by the bank, when the property division of his divorce to overly thin, Bonnie, doped up on diet pills, therefore, the judge awarded, Greg custody of all but their youngest son!
I am not a fucking gold digger like Kay, Shelley, Rachel, Sue, my father and mother, the Mormon Church, cops, Brock, Rice, Cheeks, nor am I vindictive . . . they have brought this on themselves, and shame on the cops, investigators, and detectives that have let this go on for years! Brett and Kay, like Allan, and the real life murderers, were never even suspected of lying, but I was continually, even though, every ounce of evidence, supports what I am saying . . . living on the streets, staying at shelters, having car and truck, either blown up or taken, riding the bus, and on and on! Showing up all tailored and clean, with diamonds and jewels, in nice vehicles, doesn't fit this story at all! None dare call it conspiracy!
What Does a Smart Person Look Like?
The statement, military brass, made when the charges were brought against the general, and the kids too, to some extent, was I would sooner have believed the Pope to have done this than the General! Stupid, stereotypical projections and profiling . . . these are exactly the people, you should first suspect, basically, because the masses are asses, and can't match a story, with the facts, the evidence, and even believe their own dumb ass minds, when they even see me writing my blog . . . one dumb fuck, who I showed my blog, after he witnessed, me, not him, being blocked from Internet access, as was the case, at Roseaurs and Super I, if the troupes figure out where I might write the next blog, only surprises work, said . . . I have a hard time, believing the woman I am talking to, wrote this amazingly smart blog . . . he had just read a few!
The other day, in the local, fun paper, the Kaleidoscope, around the 4th of July, they listed all the tragic deaths that the founding fathers, or the signers of the Declaration of Independence, suffered, for their part in the revolutionary war against the Brits. House on fire, murders, hangings, family killed, and so on, and I told the guy reading the excerpt to me, that things haven't changed much in 238 years! My life is very similar to the revolutionaries of that day . . . I am just trying to mend, what is broken! But, somehow, we started talking about, modern day troubles, presidential candidates, and he is somewhat aware of my travails, and I said, thank God, people back in the day, were not as shallow as we are today, thinking that politicians, need to be Barbie and Ken, Barack and Michelle, or Mitt and Anne!
George Washington had wooden teeth, and was not great looking, Ben Franklin, bald and fat, Abe Lincoln, down right ugly, but an amazing president! Some of the founding fathers, couldn't get a date, others never married, or when they did, it was late in life, some just fucked slaves, for relief! Come on . . . since, when did attorneys, male and females, who sit on their asses, look that great! I did before the government poisoned me. I remember, Rachel, sister, and double, flight attended and P.E. major, world focused on looks, say to me, as a young or new attorney, who always, dressed and looked nice, but never spent time thinking much about looks, said, Oh, Jo, you think about your looks!
I said, if you mean, that I get up and take a shower, get dressed and put on make up and do my hair, yes, but I hang out with fat, smart chicks, who care more about winning a case, that going to get a pedicure or manicure, facial or hair highlights! Careers that fit! Rachel had a college major that helped her stay fit, and she worked in the shallow, glamorous world of the airlines, I was in a government issue office, in the Capitol, worrying about saving victims of domestic violence and sexual assault! I was presentable! So, please, cop world, penis paradise, don't insult me with flight attendants, bad attorneys, biologists, historians, janitors and single mothers! Smart is as, smart does!
More Than Seven--Brand of Condom
This morning as I hike up the Pig Farm Trails, just off Farm to Market Road, there was a small package on the ground . . . being the curious blogger, who is always looking for catchy statements, or titles, to use as attention grabbers, I was thinking about my blog, and noticed this bit of trash, and realized it was a condom, but the name on the garbage was, More Than Seven . . . now a male, might look at that as you can use this condom, more than seven times, or they might take it as a challenge, in this male culture of cocks, dicks, and penises, I have been dealing with for years, but I took it as God, my Intel Guy, telling me, there were more than seven woman, claiming credit for my work, or claiming to be me!
My mind, ran through the usual suspects: Shelley, Kay, Susan, Rachel, Kelly, Tiffany, Georgeanna--had just seen a truck with a fake license plate that said, Ronan, to most would be the name of a Montana town, but to me Ron An . . . Ron is the husband of Georgeanna, the client, I first helped, up here in Kalispell, last April, or so, whom I wrote a 20 page brief and then a 28 page brief, with attached living wills, and other legal documents, that kicked the shit out of the Judge's ruling . . . I, due to not being, officially licensed in Montana, had Georgeanna, write her contact information on the top, doing the work, pro se, with me listing my name as her legal coach . . . Court Clerk, Allison, with the same last name as the judge, allegedly refused to take the second brief; however, due to attorneys in Helena, having heard of the brief and the case, and the attorney, local, I crucified along with the judge on the second brief, Georgeanna, was told, she could take credit for writing the stellar, above average brief, one of U.S. Supreme Court level expertise, plus, being a former staff attorney for the Utah Division of Aging, so not a dummy in this area of law! Then we have clients, Kay Lynn Reilly, and Rebecca Newell-Baker, two other Utah cases, I traveled back and forth to help.
Then, I can't forget, son-in-law, Dallas Hyland, going to help him, with his case against Dixie State University, with a new civil rights attorney, Aron Prisbey . . . I was listed as #2 in the nation, several years ago, for civil rights defense . . . but I encouraged Dallas to get an outside attorney, but most would be the run of the mill, or Dallas could be claiming one of the gals did it . . . mother-in-law, Shelley, Sue or Rachel? Who knows how many, who and what constitutes the pile of shit, burying me, so I am not seen by the naked eye, nor held in the high esteem, I should be, for all the great briefs, cases, and legal wrangling I have done, in both states! Guilty of a Selfie! Dragnet, only the facts!
DOWN & DIRTY ON FIRST AMENDMENT
If you look at the blog, several back, entitled, Crimes of Passion . . . you will see that there are two with the same titles, at least to start with, but they are entirely different. That is because, I wrote the first one, and the NSA, or someone, they allowed to hack in or try to stop the publication or the material contained in the blog . . . good shit, froze my computer, with YouTube, music, playing the same note over and over, and me, not being able to find the cursor to stop the repetitive beat, nor get to save or publish my blog . . . Intel guy, just informed me, that, my blogs are the same, they must have hacked in, left different titles, and put the second blog text in place of the old or the first one, that was brutal to the bitches . . . bastards took promises and oaths to protect the twads and their sexual interests and the girls . . . fuck the money maker me . . . they love to hate women like me, and love to love the ones who cry and fuss when they get the truth told!
Anyway, someone connected to the penis club, protecting the government harem, put the deep freeze on the blog and stopped it, so I shut my computer, hoping to save the material and return later . . . this is what we would call the interference with my first amendment rights, of freedom of speech. Not only to redress grievances with my government, but to say whatever the hell I want! The NSA, has never served me personally with a warrant to notify me of any probably cause of a crime being committed . . . as for swearing and such, tons of musicians and writers, blogger do . . . and as per the possible charge of slander and libel . . . truth is a defense! So, my ass is covered on that one too.
Oh, I probably wrote about the Salish-Kootenai Water Compact, and Senator Verdell Jackson, who lost his attempt to enter into the lawsuit, as a John Doe! LOL! Shelley or Kay probably wrote the fucking alleged legal brief, or interjection! Should have stuck with the one who really knew the water compact and the law . . . not the fake bitches, trying to pass themselves off as me, or the ones who did it. I guess you were working with Tony Osthemeier, with his dick in Shelley! LOL! Who screamed at me, that the ranchers and irrigators would lose, if I didn't write a constitutional analysis for him, and a legal brief, so he could get in on the action as a John Doe also!
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