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Does Anyone Know This Man?
Dave, Jeff, Michael, came into my life, just a short time ago, as an acquaintance of my cousin's, actually he was a renter, in Beaver Dam, Arizona. I had never heard cuz mention that he had a new renter, previously, he had a female renter, as far as I knew, a long time renter. So, I was a bit taken back, as we drove up to Beaver Dam, the first time, I met Dave, when my cousin told me he had a new renter, really cool guy, had a doctorate degree from Stanford, but he was dying of cancer . . . possibly, a reason he tied so quickly, but the story from the start was strange . . . and my first reaction to meeting Dave, was, here we go another undercover federal cop! But he is handsome, great teeth, smart, fun loving, he had just gotten back from riding his motorcycle or dirt bike, and was wearing, what I referred to as his, Iron Man suit, because it beefed his average to thin body up a bit, making him look muscular, and strong. Dave was wearing this crazy, funny wig, but at the time, I thought it was his wild ass hair, sticking out from under a funny hat; he had locks of tumbled, curly hair . . . giving me the impression he was a crazy fun guy, rather than an alleged cancer ridden guy, just waiting to die. He just seemed too damned healthy for that, and a tragedy, by any stretch for the world to lose the good ones, but as the song and folklore go, only the good die young!
I liked Dave right off the bad, and I am a pretty good judge of character, generally speaking, like is attracted to like, we were both, totally nerds, in good looking faces, with average bodies, but he immediately started to teach me about the deep web or dark internet; he is Jeff, the name he told me to write in the article, to protect his identity. He seemed to need little introduction, and seemed aware of my blog, the issues I had with theft, numbers changing, blog getting split . . . 125,000,000 results this morning, not bad, and as Ernie, the bus driver in Kalispell, would say, some blogger you are, while he throws his head back laughing! Yeah, I am some blogger! I think he throws me in the category, or stereotype chicks who ride the bus and have crushes on him, and doesn't realize that when he drops me off at the hospital, I am going to blog, or at Target, McDonald's, or the library, I am going to blog, and my computer is in my purse at all times, but for the time I took off and left Kalispell, leaving my computer at John's house, for DJ to try and break all security codes!
Cozy From the Start--Snuggled Around the Computer and Geek Talked
Where did I get my knowledge of the computer, a suspicion of the deep, dark recesses of the Internet, from fighting with the NSA for the last 7 fucking years, with Google and CIA, one size fits all, the fight has been horrendous, at times, just to publish, I have had to hit the publish, save, publish, save, as they are sticking text boxes in my way, going back and forth up to 30 times in one blog! Not to mention, fighting over emails, emails addresses, theft of briefs, cases, computers, phones, and everything else! Scream, but, people read my stuff, because, many recognize my name, or have heard of me, and know I was in Montana, for the last 2 and a half years, basically, with a few, blogs in Spokane, Seattle, Oregon, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, but for the most part, in Montana, regardless of the IP numbers, that appeared after the NSA scanned, or allowed my enemies to scan the articles, doctor them, change names, dates, times and places of the writing, to make you think I don't exist, and their T&A girls, were actually smart enough to write even on of my blogs.
I fucking dig smart guys, and Dave was smart. One time after I got picked up at the Blue Martini in Vegas, by first the Palestinian, then the Pakistani guy, and told Dave, that I needed to get serious about figuring out what in the hell is going on with Hama, Israel, and Palestine, before, I consider dating the Poker King . . . . cute, is not enough, I can't stand being the ugly American, thinking the whole world revolves around us, and that every person on the face of the planet want to be an American! I realized that after hearing a song by England's, New Order, singing, We Do It For England, the theme song for the World Cup Soccer Games a few years ago, and during the Sochi, Olympic Games in Russia, when the gay issue was on the hot topic list, and several gays, said they would never want to live in America, which is much harder on gays, regardless of the propaganda out of world news sources . . . and it dawned on me, that the citizens of other countries, love their countries as much as I love MINE! Holy shit, I never thought, knew . . . really, news flash to earth, JoAnn, hell yes! My egocentric view of the world expanded . . . thank God!
But, after I told Dave, that I had been reading on the Internet, and watching the news, after originally assuming that Wally, the Poker King, was an Israeli Jew, just because he had an accent, and said he was from Israel, and I asked him, what he thought of Hamas, the tunnels, and Israel, blowing up the tunnels? He said he didn't want to talk about it . . . he told me he was Christian, because I wanted to know where he went to church, because I just simply, am a church goer, and didn't know where to go around Vegas. Later in the evening, a fun one, two of his cousins, came up to us, one pissed as hell, that Americans, didn't have a clue about Palestine . . . oh, if cousin, is Palestinian, than he must be too, and it made sense why he did't want to talk about the issue, given my ignorance, and he decided to leave it that way. But, Dave, after we went to McDonald's to breakfast, as we had on several occasions, while cuz was doing his thing with his girlfriends, on a revolving door bases, opened up and went off on this total discourse, on exactly what was happening over in the Mideast, and substantiated what I had been reading the last few days, and it was so fun, to have someone that could add to my knowledge base and clarify some of the history and issues . . . like I said, I dig smart men, and I can't understand, smart men, going for T&A!
When Dave Was With One of the Guys--He Was One of the Guys--Yuck!
The last weekend I saw Dave alive, it was a three to one, battle of the sexes! The boys will be boys were just raging, to piss me off . . . girls, girls, girls, fuck, fuck, fuck, was their motto! I was disgusted and left them to their alcohol, and girl chasing, for more the more scholarly and satisfying activity of dancing, and left them to their, juvenile antics, that i would say were not much above a 9th grade level, at the start of puberty! Dave was hanging with Ed, and not holding his alcohol well, which meant, he was trying to hold every female Ed introduced him to . . . Edward, was disgusted too, and not going to bring competition to the club anymore! LOL!
The next morning, after I got up at 6, and Ed was asleep, for the marathon, until 2 p.m., and Dave asleep on the front room floor, I started reading one of the books, my Aunt Ali had given Ed, on male psychology, I think the title, was Speak Up & Live, published in 1978, but really good information. What makes good literature, or psychology, is universal appeal, and the battle of the sexes, in not over yet. But with these clowns I was going to try . . . both, allegedly, smart men, after the night before, I wasn't sure! But there was this chapter, on men, lacking understanding of female psychology, and used the example we had all been discussing and fighting over, the night before . . . men think that women are like them, sexually, psychologically, mentally, and this guy heard many of his female clients complain that just because a guy buys a woman dinner, or even a drink, the next line is, you place or mine? Women don't fill up with testosterone and need a release every 20 minutes like men do! And these women had referred to men like this as pigs!
So, armed for intellectual battle, with support from one of their own kind, a man making these statements about men, that they are pigs . . . seems to be a common theme in the last two blogs, I am going to have a Come to Jesus meeting with my two male nemeses, who just simply, don't have a clue, and don't seem to be getting what I am saying, so this will make them think. Dave woke up first, I wanted to handle both at the same time, I am an efficiency expert, and I didn't want to have two fights on the same issue. So Dave and I went to Burger King for breakfast, and I didn't order anything, so I could have my mouth free to shoot bullets all over the arguments I had heard from the boyz club last night. Like, I said, Dave is smart, when with the girl's club, he admitted to his shame, guilt, and agreed with me on all counts, and admitted, it was love he really was looking for, in a mature, smart relationship! Okay, well that was easy . . . Ed was suspect, and asked me if a woman wrote this . . . no, a man!
Dave Was No Pedophile, Child Molester--But He Was Scared Shitless of the NSA & CIA!
From what I could infer, from Dave's sketchy description of his career and life, he had some workings with the NSA and the CIA, he always talked in hushed tons with me, even seemed scared to talk about these government agencies, and encouraged me to be careful, they will . . . I know. He was either a government contractor working with them, or something like that, somewhere between Colorado and California, but now he was dying, wearing wigs, using at least one fake name, and now, I know what his real name is . . . but what is the real story. Like I said, I knew he like me, and I liked him, but in a kind of teenage nerdy type way, with both of us, afraid to make any moves, nor really wanting to ruin what we had, there were other girls and guys for that stuff, but I liked him, was attracted to him, but, I am not going for a piece of ass, I want a real relationship! So, caution is the name of the game with me . . . don't need another, You Were My Favorite Mistake Guy!
Every time we, me, Ed and Dave, we both enjoyed his company, loved the guy, and wanted him around, but after dancing, and staying a day or so, he would take off to California, on his dirt bike, scaring the hell out of both of us, hearing he had run out of gas, had to walk 8 miles in his condition, cancer, going to die on the road. He got blown off the road in a rain storm, one night, getting to the club, not long before closing. So, his vehicle or bike was a health hazard as we saw it. Perhaps, he didn't have plates on his bike, so that license plate scanning couldn't reveal his true name, and he was like me, not on the run for doing something wrong, but for doing something RIGHT! Maybe he was a whistle blower.
I remember just a few, very brief conversations with Dave, and him mentioning unspeakable crimes our government, NSA, CIA had done oversees, that he couldn't tell me, but innocent people, testing technology on these victims who had done nothing wrong . . . and he wouldn't go there, much more. He was very afraid of even talking about anything related, and seemed to suggest, that I had no idea, what I was getting myself into, by writing about them and no fearing them. I could only postulate, about where he had been and what he had seen, but I surmised that he had been some type of government contractor, but had top security clearance, and was privy to secret stuff, he wanted to tell me, but he couldn't. I assured him, that he would have different requirements, of secrecy or whatever, in his positions, either with the government, or working with them, than I would as a private citizen, and I was free to write or say whatever I wanted to say, and that was my first amendment right! So fuck 'em!
Only The Good Die Young . . . Rest in Peace Dave! Luv YOU! SOB!
Believe it or not, I cried, on several occasions about the cancer thing, which I didn't believe any more than I believed me having, Pick's Disease, and just like me, you would be alive, 14 years beyond your diagnosis, just like me . . . I never dreamed in a million years, that you would die of anything but natural causes. But, I will admit, that you struck me as the type of guy, that the government would have to worry about, telling the truth about me . . . I saw signs of recollection, acknowledgement, understanding, agreement, recollection, that led me to believe, I only knew the tip of the iceberg, of what you knew, not only about the government, but me . . . and you gave me hope in humanity! I firmly believe, I will see you again, and hopefully with the wide circulation of this blog, someone, somewhere, will see what happened, and dig in and find out what happened to you, hold them accountable . . . it sounds like total bull shit to me, and I don't believe a word of it!
THIS WAS A GANG LAND KILLING! I WAS WORRIED EVERY TIME DAVE WENT TO CALIFORNIA, THAT HE WOULD BE KILLED . . . I don't deal with terrorist either! This makes 24 of my friends, clients, associates, who have been murdered, and that is the short list.
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