ZOMBIE FEEDING AREA--STIR THE HEART--ACTION CAMERA (McDs) . . . YOU'LL LOOSE YOUR TRACES TO ME . . . KALISPELL, JOHN, DRIVING AROUND THE FLATHEAD, LARGEST FRESH WATER LAKE, THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI, AUTUMN SPECTACULAR, COWS, "MILLER" DIRT ON THE HILL, HOT SPRINGS, ROCK IN BEAUTY, ST. IGNATIUS, BABY KITTY, TRIPPED OUT DREAM, THREE HUGE, GRAY FAT CATS (CIA SYMBOLS) SECOND DAUGHTER, STIR THE HEART!

Just Chillin In Playland

McDonald's is my combo, breakfast, office away from home . . . I always love their quirky little sayings, that brighten my day, make me think, and often inspire me to write about something that I hadn't thought of, or bolstered what I was already intending to write about, so thanks, I'm lovin' it!  Kind of power packed time, since arriving back in Kalispell, at roughly 10:10 a.m., yesterday morning, via the Golden Triangle Transit, talk about every fiber of my soul being filled yesterday with the absolute beauty of Montana!  The love of my life, other than my kids, is Montana!  Geez almighty, the shuttle left at 7:00 a.m. from the Glacier Motel & RV Park, in Shelby.  As the morning sun, peaked under the clouds, on the horizon, with amber, gold, pink, orange and red glow, under purple, gray and white clouds, I couldn't help but turn, and look, often to see the visions of grandeur, unfolding behind me.  The poor guy from New York, sitting behind me, that I had seen several times on the shuttle, but never talked to, would freeze each time I would look to the rear, with him, thinking I was looking at him for doing something wrong.  LOL!  Finally, he glanced back at the amazing sunrise, sneaking out from under the heavy clouds.

In front of me, in all shades of gray, isn't that the name of a sexy book, but, all the levels, dimensions, heights, and variations of mountains, on the back side of Glacier National Park, loomed over the landscape on the front of the shuttle.  We picked up a male and female Indian pair in Browning, who I had not only met, but talked to several times in Kalispell, and the thought came to mind, that Heavyweight World Champion, Jack Dempsey's, manager, Jack Kearns, said that the most beautiful women in the world were in Paris, France, until he came to Shelby, and then after seeing the gorgeous, Indian girls, he would have to reconsider, if Paris women, were still his favorite . . . this chick, must be one of the grand-daughters of the women he was talking about!  But I wasn't in the mood to talk, John is rubbing off on this talkative gal, but I did get a kick out of listening to the dude from New York, and the Indian Princess, talking about the mountains, his questions about bears, his fears, and the fact that he walked with a cane, and was somewhat handicapped, due to some issues with his legs, and he would not be able to out run a bear!  She was just laughing and playing him for all he was worth, colorful people all over Montana, and the people who are drawn to visit, or stay in my case . . . there is a sign in some store up here, and it reads, characters wanted, only in a place settled by vigilante justice, cattle rustlers, moonshine runners, mining towns, with the toughest characters, Dempsey was raised in a mining town, I think in Colorado, so you know the type, but over all outlaw stock!  I'm lovin' it!

Blogging at the Sunnyview Cafe, Hospital, Friends

After eating a great waffle, thick bacon, cheesy home fried and cut potatoes, blogging, and talking to a friend, who was remembered she had a gold mine, under the property her house is on, and stated that we better start preserving history, like the Dempsey fight or the gold mine, because if we don't, any generation that had any connection to that story, the folklore, or the history would soon be gone.  I made the mistake of asking, who I thought was an older guys, bent over and walking slowly down the street, if he was alive when the Dempsey fight happened . . . he looked shocked and offended, and said that he was only born in 1949, just 5 years before me, so hell no, he was not around . . . whooops!  But he looked sooo old, I avoid looking at my own face, maybe I am missing something, and just think I look young.  But, I do know, that men and women who have physical jobs, tend to get bent up a bit earlier, beat the hell out of their bodies, or break every bone, at a much greater pace, that pencil pushers like me.  I overheard two guys, one who had been run over by a train, and the other one, I am not sure what happened, I didn't tune in, or eavesdrop soon enough to hear the reason, but they both, joked as if no big deal, one saying going to the eye doc, was more painful on a scale of 1 to 10, than being run over by a train, but they both laughed and said, everyone needs to experience death, 4 or 5 times, like they had, to appreciate life!  Home spun wisdom . . .

After hitting the bus, checking out my imaginary boyfriend, who is actually living with his girlfriend, so fat chance, and telling this guy on the bus, who is older, and shops for brides on the Internet dating cites, having last year married a girl from some African country, actually went to her town, got married and she disappeared 3 days later, never to be seen or heard from again, now, engaged to a girl from Vietnam, and having issues, with sending passport money, and allegedly the girl never received it, and me telling this guy the same thing, I told him the last time he had issues with women overseas, the only one who can help him, is probably the State Department or an Embassy, I know some immigration law, but that is more from a policy or constitutional background, not actual cases, but, my guess is, that lonely elderly or even younger men, who shop for foreign brides, are being taken, sending money, that will go to corrupt authorities or to support a girl's family, with her, having no intentions of marrying the American, but who has every intention of bilking him for every dime she can get . . . buyer beware, money can't buy you love, I stopped in at the Montana Coffee Trader to reconnect to the web and check out the news, old, new, yesteryear or election info, I find that Washington, D.C., is the entertainment capital of the world, with me laughing my ass off, at MSNBC's Rachel Maddow's comments about the 24 hours after the lame ass, Senator, Todd Akin's comments on "legitimate rape" and the GOP ditching him ASAP, but the only ones not calling for his resignation, was the Democrats, they wanted this fool, and didn't want him to step down, because he might be replaced by someone more competent and harder to beat!  LOL!

Cruising Down the Highway, Not in a Pink Cadillac

I swear, if you have never taken a ride around Flathead Lake in the fall, you are missing, one of the most brilliantly, what beautiful, amazing, glorious, awesome, falls I have ever seen in my life!  As we hit, Bigfork, our original destination, and decided to take our first or second favorite trip, either the Lake or Glacier, the white, billowy clouds, were literally, tumbling down the canyons, covering the tops of the mountains, that were drizzling a bit, with a storm out over Columbia Falls, it appeared, and there was a small tempest raging over the bay, as we headed out onto open road, near, Wood's Bay, waves, white caps, distant clouds, purple, dark, heavy, but that weather only emphasized the bright orchard vineyards, that were on fire, up against the green grasses, golds, teals, craggy rocks, amidst, golden popular trees, reds, yellow, oranges, and every other color scheme in the hot shades, contrasted up against the cooler color schemes of the blues, the greens, the purples, and whites of the clouds, off the charts, amazingly breath taking!

John, a man of few words, teaching me to actually be in company, without talking, and sometimes dreading what John spites out of his mouth, due to years of being a lone duck, an alternative, Gothic, kind of guy, a short, sensitive, poor Christian boy, who just wanted to love the woman of his dreams, Jen, spews venom in rapid fire, when he does actually let me in on his thoughts, short man's syndrome . . . I pass, Pollyanna, just wants to enjoy the drive, the music, and the scenery, conversation is lacking, and totally contrary to what I think, but everyone has their episodes, their history, and needs to vent, and generally, John's goes from total silence to full blown rage, not letting go of some football player, joke type that he hates, who happened to make some reference, either to John or Dave Gahan, lead singer for DePeche Mode, his passion, and after drinking some Jack Daniels, went ape shit on this bigger dude, and sent him, the big guy to the hospital, and John, Mr. law abiding citizen to jail, until he was such a stress case, over missing work, that the jail didn't think it was worth it . . . so, things better left unsaid, rage left not manifest, and silence is golden!  

Gotta take the good with the bad, and I dig all the places this guy who lives, breathes and dies for the same nature and mountainous adventures I do, takes me.  I'm lovin' it!  And he lets me rent his couch, for the month, so I have a place to lay my head between cop episodes . . . may not have a long stay, since I wrote that, you are more likely to be shot by a cop, than contact Ebola . . . truth hurts!  Blame, Chris Hayes, MSNBC, he said it, I just republished it, but I wish I would have been the one to say it!  LOL, pay for your thrills, like exercising your first amendment rights to freedom of speech and the press!  After waiting for the bus, for about 5 minutes, and seeing a highway patrolman, and two sheriffs drive by, I ditched in the mall, and gave up on going to the library . . . on the mall, it says, The Vapor Place . . . and I disappear into the throngs of shoppers, rather than the normal suspects who ride the bus!  LOL! Live hard, die free . . . my motto.

Cows Going Home, Miller Name in Dirt, Velvet Tan Hills

Back the action camera, as John is driving b . . . MORMON NSA, in Utah with 30,000 spies, just hijacked an analysis of my dream last night, about my daughter Nicole, who lives in Washington, D.C., stole about 2 fucking hours worth of great dream analysis, this should prove, absolutely, that they are lying, that they stole my cases, my houses, my vehicles, my kids, my resume, my furniture, my blogz, my stories, my writing, and now my dream analysis . . . they know, I FUCKING HATE, REWRITING all this shit, even though it was about my daughter, and about their fucking agents, several of which have infiltrated my family, making my children choose between the other parent of their children, and their mother, their REAL MOTHER, NOT SOME DUMBASS SISTER, WITH HUGE FUCKING TITS, DUMB KIDS, DUMB LIFE, BUT REPUBLICAN!  A BUSH LOVER, ADULTERER, LIAR, A DEN OF THIEVES WHO WANT CREDIT FOR EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE FROM 2000 ON . . . THE LAST TIME MY DAUGHTER, WAS ACTUALLY AT A HOME I OWNED AND OPERATED, WITH TWO BEING STOLEN OR CONTROLLED!

This is total theft of Intellectual property, that they couldn't do, write, think, make up, or live, in 10,000 years they are so boring, have inane stupid kids, therefore, they have to lay claim to mine!  These goddamn dirt bags, Shelley, I just wrote about Shelley, A.E. Miller, the Blue Ribbon Meat or Beef Company from Logan Utah, who Shelley's loser son, Isaac, wanna be aka, Elliot Secrist, bass guitarist for God's Revolver & Maraloka, plus, (Old School) Parallax, got a girl pregnant, a Miller, that is now a symbol of Shelley, not me, sitting her in McDonald,s the government whore, who they want to be me . . . why don't the FBI, or the CIA, actually send someone over to meet me, because, I know they have an asshole, sitting there, who is a Duty to God, ass Mormon, or FBI, loser, here to say and lie that it is Rachel, the bit fucking tit ass, bitch they, are trying to pass off as me, among others, with little, Baby Huey, remember the cartoon, from the 50's and 60's, that is Rachel's dumb ass Matt!  Isaac is a criminal like MOMMY DEAREST!

So, Rachel and the girls' squad, are famous, get my name, my money, my great kids, my cases, my blogs, and they couldn't write a fucking resume, Rachel is a lame ass idiot at best, three plastic surgeries, three times cut for bigger and better boobs, fake teeth, fake ass, fake, tummy tuck, good fuck!  What in the hell, of course they are on their side, it is sooooooooooooooo easy, I write, they erase what they don't like, so I get sick of rewrites, and they steal the money, for the blogz that go viral, claiming that a total dumb ass bitch that should be in prison, along with the entire, extended Southwick crime syndicate and family, check out Edward Southwick Sr. my dad's brother, the engineer, and has a law degree, the money launderer . . . you might find traces of the money!  And you guys call yourself law enforcement, 6 fucking years of this bull shit, daily theft, you know ever word I write, unless I get lucky or it is in the middle of the night, I might slide it passed the Mormon NSA, located in Utah . . . but they steal the ones they like and erase the ones they don't like, or delete the damaging part . . . and you just simply CAN'T CATCH THEM, CAN'T SEE THIS, THERE IS NOT EVIDENCE ON THIS COMPUTER?  ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, AND THE STUPID AS HELL, FUCKING INTELLIGENCE COMMITTEE, DIANE FEINSTEIN, AND OTHER DUMB ASSES IN CONGRESS, JUST SIMPLY CAN'T CATCH THEM?  HOLY SHIT!

I will replace this, that totally incriminates the main players, reveals all their bull shit, their lies, their thefts, and 14 goddamn years of fucking with me and my family, and your numb chucks can't catch them, and they can freeze my cursor on a dime?  WOW . . .