Family: Invaded, Infiltrated, Interjected and Infused With Enemies!
All three of my children, and even including my youngest, Elliot, bass guitarist for God's Revolver & Maraloka, teamed up with their significant others, roughly, 14 years ago, give or take a year or two, about the time I was poisoned or diagnosed with an alleged terminal brain disease, that later appeared to be nothing more than a cover for a man-made poison, created from poisonous African tree frog gum, that is potent enough to kill from 10 to 20 grown men, and if often used by the school of assassins, who use it to go undetected, being odorless, tasteless . . . and they are tasteless for using it, and as it touches your skin, is soaked up through the pores, and makes its way into your blood stream and to your brain, killing you without reason, or so it seems. This is a bit more organic and anthrax or Racine, that are man-made, this being considered man-made, because it is taken from the frogs by man, and applied to surfaces, sure to be touched by the intended victim . . . my exposure was too short, therefore, the impact was not as great, and lingered, long enough, so that while potent and powerful, it was not in contact with my skin long enough, but continued to effect drivers and occupants of my car, years after I was not driving it . . .
In 2000, another significant even was starting to take shape, the rise of the band called, Parallax, pumping out CDs at an amazing rate, with the band growing in popularity, breadth and depth in a short time, with fans and an audience, not only in Utah, from Provo/Orem to Logan, but from Seattle down through Portland, and going along the coastline of California . . . not in large numbers, because that was seen by the group, as a sell out, if they performed for large crowds, or got a lot of money, or used their music for commercial means . . . much like the feelings, Jim Morrison of the Doors had, never wanting their music to be used to promote Cadillacs or other cars, the source of contention with Jim and the other band members; so the band had a passion for purity . . . I believe that the music, not only of Parallax, but continuing on to God's Revolver and now Maraloka, was the real intent of the government, who figured that I had cost law enforcement, through asset forfeiture, Medicaid/Medicaire fraud units, etc., so much money, that anything even closely related to me, was theirs or not only me, but my children were to be considered indentured servants or slaves for this band of egotistical marauders . . . cowboys if you will, who were not happy with the turn of events that were the result of some of my actions, unbeknown to myself or my children!
The Thing I Hate Most About Cops
I was raised, by my father, who taught me that my rights ended at the end of my nose, believe it or not, none the less touted by the same man, who is so involved in this mess, that it is hideous, but nonethe less, he is a hideous man, cruel, corrupt, a money grubber, and as jealous as all his lame children, who are not willing to work for what they have, or see that what talents and gifts my family has, should be divided up, profits, credits, honors, resumes, in a fashion that resembles socialism or communism, the greatest amount of good for the greatest amount of people . . . with the exception of the very people who achieved the success, being somehow looked at as government property, family or church property with no lines of demarcation between the haves, us, and the have nots, them!
This group bought off on the science model of life, evolution, survival of the species, Darwinism, and have acted in a Godless way, going mostly on the newer version of the golden rule . . . or the fittest, who can steal, lie, cheat, kill, destroy, and get the gold, rule! This philosophy is in direct opposition when juxtaposed next to the old fashioned Golden Rule . . . do unto others as you would have them do to you! Those members of the first class, have no concept of honest efforts, just, if you can take it, take it, much like a lion or bear, steals from the jackle or the wolf, who top the later animals on the food chain, so all is well in the animal kingdom, but man, is distinguished from beast by one thing, that they can think, reason, and control, their primitive urges, higher animals, if we must, being created in the image of God, male and female, created he them!
The Constitutional Law Attorney vs. The Patriot Act & Cops
There seems to be much evidence that, this group of clown ass idiots, who say they believe in science, are more than willing to ignore science, or their own philosophy, and want to somehow extract DNA, or pretend that it doesn't exist, in favor of deciding whom they feel if the most fit mother, father, spouse, taking only their own fucked up notions of life, as the law, god, superior, and right. Not one of these assholes, would take their own children over mine . . . however, they would deem me unfit? REALLY, I raised the children you all want to claim as your own? Does this make sense? Fuck NO!
These would even be so stupid to take someone like Shelley, who had a son, Elliot's cousin, who even had more of a chance of becoming a great guitarist, but for laziness, had a father who was playing in bands since the time, Donald Anderson, Shelley's first husband, met . . . Don is not even sure that Isaac is his, but that doesn't seem to matter, who gave birth, or who sired a child, it is the collective of cops, that will decide who is worthy of parenthood, even if their kids turned out like shit! It is that survival of the fittest, not the parent of a true and loving God, who in all his/her wisdom saw fit to place that child in the home that would maximize that child's growth, creating challenges and blessings alike, hoping for the best outcome, and a great life, if all goes well. I fucking raised my children, smart, right, responsibly, honorably, and without the help of the fucking Southwick family, nor the church, nor some asshole CIA agent!
I had a dream the other night, that took me back a bit . . . me and Richard Clifton Secrist, were sitting together in a car, and we leaned over and kissed each other! The interesting and strange thing was, that there was like a fuzzy screen, like you would see on a movie, or in an interview, that blocked the kiss, but it was clear who the two were, prior to the kiss, that was the only thing blocked from view, perhaps, showing that we both are grateful to the other parent, for the amazing children we had, raised, supported, taught, sustained and whatever . . . we sure as hell, were not, helicopter parents, and we gave our kids a ton of freedom, to make their own mistakes, but to take credit for their own triumphs! I think as we get older, we will see the children, now adults blossom into far more than either of us, could ever have predicted or imagined, and both of us, thanks the other, as we always have, for the unique contribution the other spouse made int his joint effort!
Hi, My Name is JoAnn Too, My Birthday is November 7, 1954--Kay's Birth Date!
I was in McDonald's, on 7th East in Salt Lake City, a few years ago, while Elliot was living at 1510 Hawks Court, on a street that was originally a polygamist hideout, but had now become a musician's paradise, with many bands, either coming from that area, or being able to try their music on other music loving residence, with Jimmy, the self-appointed mayor of the street, being an old, Van Halen roadie, and cool, old hippie, who could relate to all the musicians, having once played in a band himself . . . plus he always let me crash on his couch and take a shower, when I was cramping El's style, crashing at his house, or in his room! LOL!
But, this particular day, while at McD's, eating oatmeal, and drinking Diet Coke, some woman, sat down near me, and struck up a conversation with me, having her grandchild with her . . . my name is JoAnn, what is yours . . . my name is JoAnn, also, but comparing birthdays, we had different ones, even though we were born the same year, 1954 . . . but the thing that struck me as strange, given the situation, with Kay taking my place, not only with Brett, but in my family, was the woman's birthday, because, Kay and I had been friends since 7th grade, so I knew when her birthday was . . . and with this you are me, and I am you, with no distinction between me and you, for we are one, total bull shit, justifying this theft of my life, my family, my husband, my resume, my career that was far better than hers from the get go, I started to wonder what this chick was up to?
At one point, she told me I needed to just give up, surrender who I was, what I believed in, what my goals were, and let the past go, this anger, the rage at what I thought was going on with my son's music, and all. And, that I should know, that she was my biggest fan, that she admired me, looked up to me, and so forth . . . what the fuck, she didn't know me, so was she Kay's messenger? One of the reasons I love the Constitution so much is that it protects private property rights, including your body, with a right to privacy, equal protection and due process and compensation if there is a taking, which this surely was, not only of my life, but of my son's, and this fucking bitch wanted me to believe in her new age bull shit? She told me, that if I gave up all that I was fighting for, I could be more than I ever imagined! And is was so wonderful, that I would be given prestige, glory, honor, way beyond what I thought possible . . . REALLY?
She Gave Me Some Book, Called, Something Like . . . The Calm Behind the Storm
Brett belonged to the Unitarian Church, and said they drank coffee and held hands, singing Cumbiya (spelling?), so this smacked of his stench, and Kay, could be persuaded into the same, new age junk, if she could be me, rather than her loser, self! I had her beat out of the shoot, as an assistant attorney general, a professor, with my own company, and writing programs for the elderly online . . . she was an ambulance chaser, and a bad one at that! She was going $10,000 in debt per month, when she allegedly had me and Brett to her house . . . Shelley was not much better! So, I am sure, this Devil & Danial Webster Deal was something that would interest them, but not me!
I hated the book, hated the ideas, the philosophy, the stories, the stupid idea of erasing the lines, becoming the same, in and through each other, under, above, sex with anyone, and all this total cock ass shit! But it totally reminded me of Shelley, Jerry, Brett, Kay and this fruitcake! I took the book over to her, and told her exactly what I thought of the book. And she tried to explain the mess that seemed apparent to me, and so clear, there was nothing she could say to change the clear message, that I couldn't buy, if I had a lobotomy! As I refused to listen to her more, nor keep the book, and started to get pissed off, a sudden freak storm came up, blew tree branches, and leaves all over the place, lightning and thunder crashed the calm skies, in a thrash of to me, God's anger, and a sign to me, that he didn't like this stuff, any more than I did!
I never saw this chick again, thank goodness . . . I couldn't stand her, nor her type, and hated that thought that any of these pirates, would even think I wanted to be their idol, justifying their taking my life, and claiming it as theirs, and anyone who was dumb enough to even get their brain around this chaos, was crazy, just like the messenger who brought his cockamamie story to me, with the old hippie, mantras of free love, being one with nature, open relationships, swinging, and I am sure the polygamy was included, but it doesn't matter who you are with, because your husband is my husband, and your body is my body, lame crap! And really shocking to the rational mind, especially, one so into justice, freedom, liberty and fairness, as me, fighting for individual rights, rights to privacy, property rights and protections, the right to determine your own reproductive decisions, roles and responsibilities as parents, to discipline and train your children, within an ordered society, not with the state being seen as better than the parents, raising children! You can see where this is going to justify, stealing even my own children and grandchildren!
Trouble With the Curve . . . Needed to Infiltrate, Win Over, Indoctrinate
Now, Dallas, George and Kat, were already in our family by this time, or at least looking like they were here to stay, and Rachel, Elliot's girlfriend, was a keeper, except that I didn't like the fact that she didn't want children, but, the swingers, the new agers, the socialists and communists, the Darwinists and string theorists, or the scientists, knew they were going to have trouble with me, and I was not going along with Kay, Shelley, Rachel, Sue, Tiff, Marcie, Kelley or anyone stepping into my shoes, so the in-laws were key players in this fraud, and the choice for the mother of the family . . . Dallas and I had already had our challenges, Kat too, George just stayed clear of me, especially when I started practicing law, kicked ass right out of the shoot, and had a great practice, house, truck and income, way fast, shockingly fast!
Mother-in-law, was a new force to deal with, all the in-laws had met me when I was a victim of government poisoning, except maybe the new, Katerina, but the old one had been government free and a true love of my son, Chris, so there is added anger there for taking out a truly beautiful girl, even though the new Kat is a match, almost perfect, with the exception of her attitude that is much too Americanized, to be the real Bulgaria, an American, through and through, and that was really apparent, one night. Dallas was an ass from the first, George was back east, but he teamed with Sue and Kevin Schmidt, right off the get go, just like this had been planned from the first, grand kids and all. I remember Sue, who didn't have any grand kids, yet, without humor or joking, when I asked her, when she was going to get grand kids, and she said, I am keeping Yuri and Gracie, as my own grand kids . . . and I said, no you are not! Get your own!
Apparently the writing was on the wall back then, the plan, the scheme, the cold play, the intent, since George and Nicole, had moved in with Sue and Kevin, for awhile, when they were first married, and really were close to them, during the time I was taken out of commission, and Sue had always been jealous of me, from birth on, always in my shadow, so this was a dream come true, pay back for all the hurt, I never even knew, she felt, but I did get a glance when Mark and Marcie got married! In front of a group of my friends from high school, at Mark and Marcie's wedding, she took that time to denigrate me, and elevate Marcie--WHAT? This was the first time I ever knew she felt like this? I thought we talked it out, but I guess old wounds, unintentional as they were, die hard, especially, when the sister you hated most, not only had the great kids, was an attorney, and now beat you to having grand kids, and you really liked both of my son-in-laws, to want them for your own, even after they married the little Mormon missionary types, you yourself raised your sons to be like!
I Took on the Self-Righteous Sisters, Marcie and Sue--Unanimous Win at the Utah Supreme Court, Stepped in to Help Rachel, who was now, Not Following the Program!
I will never forget the pain, Sue and Marcie, inflicted on one of their own, Rachel, one of the buddies who traveled the earth with the two other girls, played cards, shopped, exchanged Christmas presents, etc., while I sat on the side lines, withdrawing, due to lack of interest. But even when I got the alleged PIX, these sister never once called to see how I was doing, and they summarily trashed Rachel, her new husband, but said they would help her children, which they never did! A lot of good all those church meetings and family home evenings did! LOL! Marcie even had a private investigator do a background check on Rachel's new husband, finding a Kay Mooseman, with the same birthday, name, and age, but not Kay, and blasted the criminal record of the wrong person all over the family, only to be corrected and reprimanded by myself!
These two church ladies, are the most miserable women, who have had everything handed to them, houses, money, cars, kid's college, travel, and whatever, without lifting a finger to work outside the home! So, one day, they showed up in St. George, I said hi, neither one responded, but scurried out of the house, as I just told my dad, about my win at the Utah Supreme Court, not given an rat's ass about the two, very marginally important sisters, whom I hadn't had contact with for years, who seemed as upset as my farther that I was back to myself, kicking the shit out of them in every area of life, including grand kids and kids, not to mention the law! Sue always wanted to go to law school . . . she was the alleged smart one, I was the pretty one, and so forth, so for me to cut into her territory, the brain area, was heresy! LOL!
I can beat all my sisters, brother, parents, in-laws, with my brain tied behind my back! Test them out, see if they can write on blog, without stealing mine! LOL! There is nothing I can't beat them at, so the defeats need to be orchestrated, organized, created, programmed, conspired, colluded, and do in a wholesale team effort, and even then, they have a hard time beating me! I am happy, and they just simply are not! Sue was complaining to dad that her lawn was burning up, so I very helpfully, said, go ask Matt, Rachel's son, and Ty, Shelley's son, how they fertilized my lawn, the greenest and nicest lawn on Sugar Leo Road. I was just trying to be helpful . . . as the two dumped their purses and such in the trunk of Marcie's Mercedes, one of the housewives said, that is not your house, Jo.
Oh, really, referring to Rachel's house . . . and who bought your home? You didn't earn that money either! LOL! Rachel's house was going in forclosure, she said her and Chris Hickey never should have had it, it was a house of cards, but at least I made it into what people called a mansion, a castle, a palace or a museum, with the touch of the master's hand, I can decorate too! LOL! They hate me for simply being me! I love it! And so do my in-laws! And a blog, that just got 17 million results in less than a minute today, that too is a source of jealousy, as is everything I do, from beautiful daughters and sons, talented, and great grand kids, all I can say, is envy will kill!
I Am Sure, Less Threatening Mother-in-Laws Are Valued
Sue, always wanted to be my big sister, she looks about 20 years older now, in fact, Dallas and George look older than the guys I like . . . cougar in every sense of the word! LOL! Both son-in-laws are about 13 years younger than I am, and about 8 years older than my daughters, so the clearly older, doesn't apply, but, hell Sue, looks ancient and so does Shelley, Rachel is getting there, now Tiffany, who is 14 years younger than myself, needs to be my double, the others are looking too old, Kay is frail, and weak, symbolic! So, there is good reason, for balking at my leadership in a family, I was more successful in two years, than Dallas even has been in his life, George is better, but whatever, I am not in competition with them . . . I just wish Dallas would get a job! He is competing for trophy wife of the year! LOL!
I hope Greta cans his ass, and goes for some guy who is more worthy of her, will work for her, instead of taking care of an overgrown child, Sue can have him! Take George too, Kat is available, also . . . these three are just lucky to have great genes in their children, brains, beauty, and good natures. I would not blame any of my children for getting rid of all of them . . . a set up from the first, because, lame ass guys like Frank aka Allan, Brett, Jack or John, Michael, all have shit for kids, but the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree! So they all see my children, and want to claim them as their own, and they want to separate them from me, as a payback . . . one woman can not, in this socialistic, communistic world these guys are going for, that I should have so much success, so they are going to strip me of all of it, and go for the heart!
I fucking know my children . . . it may appear for a while, they are with you, but I would beware of the double, double, playing with you, until you trust them, then slit your scrawny necks, shriveled and lacking!
I Detected Sadness in Greta's Voice--Better Hide Those Small Balls Dallas, I Promised You in the Past, That I Would Take Everything that is Dear to You, and That was not a Threat, but a PROMISE!
I know, you have planned on making Greta support your sorry ass, so, when she decides to can it, kick it, or give it to Sarah, Sue's bitch, you will get the kids, and I am here to tell you, that Daddy Gerry's attorneys don't scare me one bit, just like that lame ass, Aaron Prisby, who can't even get a complaint written in a fucking year . . . I could have kicked that out in a fucking day, he doesn't know his stuff, your mother-in-law was listed as #2 in the nation, in civil right defense, and should have been number one! Gerry Spence has just been working on it for 40 years! LOL! His cases involve one, maybe two defendants, and a sheriff, jail and an assault, not the whole damn state of Utah, and about 5 attorneys, up to and including the AG!
Like is attracted to like . . . losers! Good luck. And George, I am watching that house . . . seemed to sell, after I ratted you out, with Meggie, the nanny constitutional law attorney, Sue is vicariously living through, LOL! Scared? But, figured the storm with mama bear has passed, think again! Meggie is so not even in Nicole's class, she is in the T&A class, as is Sarah, but I would put her up against Nicole, and Sarah against Greta any day . . . you want your cake and eat it too, fuck off! You are in the same category as Dallas, a fake ass fraud, government issue, cheap shit, and I would bank on Nicole any day, and soon, they will have hips to match the sagging boobs. Remember, Mom Schmidt, had a breast reduction, and her nipple stuck to the docs shoe, as she willingly took those honking tits off . . . think that one through! And Kat, if you think trapping Chris, once by going camping to get him to marry you, won't last a lifetime or a marriage, as if you fraud, is working, while he is going camping with Elliot and his girlfriend, jealous as hell for a girl who loves the outdoors as much as he does! Montana is calling him and he will leave your boring ass!
My kids are all too good for you fuckers, take your government, lying asses, and get the fuck out of my family . . . you can have the fucking sorry, Southwick losers . . . you have to fight to hold me and my kids down, and you haven't succeeded, you have to promote and cheat to put the rest of the family freaks up on a pedestals they can't stay on, and never have. You lost the great family, in-laws, spouses, and you get the second hand shit, the doubles, can't make it on their own, without tons of help! LOL!
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