Recovery From Not Paying Attention to 5th Grade State History Lessons
I stole the first two parts of this title from an article, in the Flathead Beacon, November 5, 2014, page 16, called, 150 Years of Montana . . . In 1864, when Montana was recognized as a new frontier territory, the conflicting currents of western expansionism surged across a landscape glittering with gold, bristling with teepees and mining camps, and populated with outlaws and secessionists. For those of you, who are new comers to the state of Montana, as I am, well, almost three years ago, and kind of know the history, but not really, this is a great overview of critical events and times in the Treasure States history. There are articles on Montana's iconic national parks, Yellowstone and Glacier; Kissed by Fire, is the fact that wildfire and Montana have been intertwined for centuries; 100 Years Later, Montana Stands Out As A Champion for Women't Suffrage, although, women and men, in 1916 elected the countries first female congresswoman, and we had a female running for the senate, this year, on the hundred year anniversary, and we, in 2014, couldn't elect a women, are we going backwards . . . The Greatest Generation, World War I and II and the great depression shaped the state; Hell and High Water, is about the flood of 1964, which reigns as one of the worst natural disasters to ever strike the Treasure State; Boom To Bust, from Butte to the Bakken, Montana has a rich history of boomtowns, and each article has milestones in Montana history, at the bottom of the page, taking the reader right up to the current year!
If you ever entertained the thoughts of moving to Montana, or you just want to understand the 4th largest state better, and wanted a great, brief overview, to wet your whistle, for more, this is the week, of the Flathead Beacon, that will give you everything you ever wanted to know, in a nutshell. It is always more fun to go somewhere you know a little bit about, making it more real, relevant and raw! One of the really fun things about moving to a new state, is discovering the history, and that makes all the difference, at least to me. Like they say, if you don't learn from history, you will forever remain a child, so grow up, history, made simple, easy to read and understand, showing the fun nature of the people who settled this place, and it hasn't changed that much. One of the articles, makes the statement, and I am not sure, if it is one of these historical ones, or the one on early American writer, Steinbeck, who said he loved other states, appreciated them, but with Montana it is love; however, the article writer, complains that he should have stayed more than 60 days . . . but somewhere, it said, that Montana is everything, America used to be! As a constitutional law attorney, I could not agree more, especially, in the area of sticking to the concepts and principles of the U.S. Constitution, and even rewriting their state constitution, making it more up to date, and fresh in their citizens' minds.
In most states, like Utah, the place I have the most experience with, most attorneys, even, think that the state constitution, is merely a copy of the U.S. Constitution, while there are some parts of the rights sections, the rest it totally different, and applies to local and state government, not the federal government. This is the third version of the state of Montana Constitution, a viable, living, breathing document, because the people, fucking use it!
Great Breakfast, Ruined By Bad Company
Okay, I could almost live at the Samaritan House, it is like having a wife and husband, all rolled into one . . . nice, warm, clean place, free, at least for a week or two, with great meals. This morning, I was a bit disappointed, to see cold cereal set out, after getting a wonderful breakfast yesterday, of saucage and gravy over biscuits, the normal Sunday meal, on Sunday mornings, or so I have heard. But, the girl working, all of the sudden, to this breakfast lover's delight, served up bacon, sausage, eggs, in addition to cereal, for anyone who wanted all of it! The only trouble was, this chick, comes and sits next to me. Sorry, I am getting more and more, Montananized, and like my space, because there is so much fucking space in this state, you don't need to learn to share things, like, lakes and mountains, and that attitude comes into the dining room and church too!
So, I know this is the Sabbath, and I should, as most Christians, at least, live my religion, one damn day a week, is that too much to ask? I say, no, but I didn't count of having her sit down and immediately attacking my President, coming from a totally lame ass, understanding of what has gone of for years, since we have just passed through about 6, and the Democrats, as they traditionally do, favor Main Street, and champion the cause of the middle class, knowing the only time America prospers, is when there is a strong middle class, not favoring the 1%, who do little to consume products, with only 400, making as much money as the other 350 million citizens . . . there is no, way in God's green earth, and in Satan's eternal burning inferno, that that 400 people, or their families could ever equal the buying amounts of the rest of us, make sense? So, I immediately jumped to President Obama's defense, which is a common thing around these parts of Montana, with the liberals all down around Helena and Missoula, leaving me, to fend for myself and defend the honor of the Democrats, from people, who don't know what in the hell they are talking about!
So, this chick, quickly dropped that one, realizing, that she was going nowhere fast with me, attacking the man, who was dumped on by the previous administration, with Bush, not only trashing the hell out of Main Street, and doing everything in his power to break America, not only with the bailouts, but, with getting us into two fucking wars, simultaneously, with engagements in other countries as well! As soon as she referred to the Patriot Act, which she didn't even know the name, I unloaded with both sharp shooters, unloading all the fury of a constitutional law attorney, burned by the act, and fighting people who took the same, damn oath that I did, not to argue cases, obey the rules of criminal and civil procedure, not to take money from clients, or argue in court, in front of questionably intelligent judges, I took an oath to do one thing, preserve, defend and protect the U.S. Constitution, and the state constitution of the state I reside in and practice in . . . PERIOD! She turned to something she knew better, Israel, like I care!
You Need to Spend Two Years In Israel, Like I Did
And she goes on, well, Israel, is socialist style of government, well, it works for them, but . . . hey, I don't give a rat's ass about Israel, I am worried about America. What in the hell has Israel done for us? Fucking nothing, yet they want to go fight and have us support them, give them a shit load of money, and side with their insanity, why? Well the Bible, the Bible . . . you are kidding! I told her I didn't care what the Bible said either. The Jews left Israel, 2,000 years ago, and when all the shit happened in Germany, they came back, expecting to just, pick up where they left off, and move in the city, houses, apartments, and get the land back they occupied 2,000 years ago! Well, the West Bank, Gaza . . . maybe you are not keeping up on the news, that Israel, is going in there and building a ton of houses and apartments. They will not respect the Palestinians right to be their, and it was fucking Sarah, who started the whole thing with polygamy, giving Hagar, her handmaiden to Abraham, and they kicking her out, when she herself got pregnant, and the damn Mormons and Republicans, want polygamy! She kind of shut up, when I told her the Jews are not a pimple on the butt of the universe to me! She tried to say something, and I just told her to read the book, called something like, the Son of an Israeli General, a Jew Living in Palestine. We just disagree . . . leave it at that, I am not in the mood.
As is normal, my blood, amps up and goes into boiling, rather than calming down, after leaving her. And I thought back to the scriptures I just read, all four gospels, Matthew, Mark Luke and John, and how, the Jews, set a trap for Jesus, and when they had a chance to let him go, with Caiaphas, stating that there was no crime or sin in this man, and to let him go they refused. Then being dragged before Pontius Pilot, who's wife had a dream that her husband should have nothing to do with Jesus, an innocent man, and he washed his hands of Jesus' blood and his punishment for being the Son of God! Then, thinking the Jews, would surely let Christ go, giving them a chance to let, either Barabbas, a known murderer, or Jesus, go, they started chanting, crucify Jesus, let the sins of this be on our heads, and those of our children. As I walked, the thought came, pretty uncharacteristic of me, fuck'em, they killed my savior, they deserve whatever they are getting. I don't know if I would say, or apply that to the Holocaust, but, whatever is happening in Israel/Palestine, YES! We are sick of the fighting, the wars, the bombings, and expecting America to foot the bill! Go figure!
Church Had a Good Calming Effect On Me, Always
I love the praise and worship team, that rocks it every Sunday, with music that speaks of the majesty, glory, heights, and love of Jesus Christ, generally, bringing me to a soft spot in my heart, and tears in my eyes, with words, reminding me, that he came to save all . . . even the ones who crucified him! Those words, save all, came on the screen many times, and each time, it was like, yeah, even the Jews, that chose a murderer over the savior of the world! I know that, but, this chick just pissed the living hell out of me, for some reason. The only thing that made sense, was she was working undercover, CIA, generally, if they have lived overseas, and she was sent, to make sure that I am who I am suppose to be, the one they, the CIA, FBI, NSA, cops nationwide, and many, many others, want to crucify! I have had more than my fair share of Judas', and the kiss of betrayal, just this week another! I can almost smell their stench! It is palpable!
I walked down to Super One, a locally owned grocery store, to get on the Internet, first stopping at the mall or Red Lion, to make a small correction, on the amendment giving women the right to vote, for some reason, while knowing it was the 19th, I put, the 22nd, and it bothered me all night! But, when I got to the grocery store, that really has no beef with me, other than it appears to be owned by Mormons, is what I would guess, due to the fact that every time, I go in there, there is some fucking rat that puts out some alarm, or comes and looks at me weird, and does so, from behind walls, doors, etc., letting me know, that something it up . . . this had gone on, since day one, since Mitt boy was running for office. And this morning, was no, exception! Usually, I can get on the Internet, without any problem, first sign of trouble, I could not get on.
A Murder In Jail, Seems to Be in the Workings Around Here
Earlier this morning, I read a word, that jumped out at me, like several of the ones last week, tikrit, and Diegel, they were in something I read, not common words, and seemed to contain messages about me writing about the lack of need for the BearCats and MWraps, armored vehicles, signs of the militarization of our police forces, which I hate! To put it mildly . . . and they hate me, to put it mildly. But, as I got up, at around 4:00 a.m., and was reading either the Flathead Beacon, or the book on the 10 amazing Jews, I noticed a word that jumped out at me . . . indiegogo . . . kind of down the line of, Diegel, or die jail, telling me, in a language me and my Intel Guy, God, would understand, in die, go, go . . . last night I decided to go to Vegas! The full interpretation, in conjunction with what has happened this week with my own, personal Judas', I knew, this was not going to go down easy.
If, I end up in jail, I will die, so I better go . . . seemed to be the longer meaning. Anyone, that knows anything about the Patriot Act, is the fact that you don't have to have any charges, don't have to break a law, the cops, for any reason, they feel is right, that I am an enemy combatant, or homegrown terrorist, for defending, protecting, and preserving, the same thing they took an oath to do, they feel perfectly justified in arresting me, without a warrant, and jailing or incarcerating me, either in a jail, prison, or detention center, without a hearing, a release date, or for a specified amount of time . . . I hate the fucking Republicans, like Mitch McConnell, who is now the leader of the Senate, who voted, as did Orin Hatch, Utah, and others, like Lindsey Graham, McCain, and even Rand Paul, to allow our government to do this to people, or anything, up to an including death . . . and the numb chuck public, the citizens, WE THE PEOPLE DON'T VOTE THEM OUT OF OFFICE! Are you kidding me?
Some punk ass kid, or maybe undercover, who ratted me out last time, kept coming an looking at me, he is in the meats department, or was this morning, walked passed me, and I said, a very noticeable, hello, making sure, he knew damn well, I was onto his fucking tricks. It was not minutes, later, this pimple dick, must have called the cops, because, all of the sudden, some cop, walks in, takes note of where I am sitting, gets coffee and leaves. I still can't get on the computer, Internet is showing that I am connected, but I can't do anything. After that little, indiegogo, I decided to get up and leave the store, in fear, that the cop, will bring back a few buddies, who are on the payroll of my enemies. As I walk over to the magazines, I notice, huge words, in block letters, IT'S ON! Great, here I go again. I walked in the bathroom, then out the front door, deciding to use one of my small, unnoticeable disguises, but very effective changes . . . amazing what a small change will do! LOL!
Secret Service At Church, Hearing Devices, Guy, Meets Me With Umbrella . . . The Identifier
Twice in church, there was a direct reference to something I wrote in my blog, last week. So, I can assume that, A, they are reading my blog, and they probably do, because this is not the first time, and the new, lesson or series of lessons, is Man vs. Himself, a logical next step, to the three situations that threaten man, as of a blog weeks ago, Man vs. God; Man vs. Animal, and Man vs. Nature . . . a nice, religious bent, and Pastor Levi, nailed it today, very effective, about Moses, his self doubts, and God's response to all his complaints, for not being the leader of Israel. As another member of the Fresh Life team got up, and made reference to a scripture I cited, just this week, store up for yourself treasures in heaven where dust and moths cannot corrupt . . . vely, interesting, Dr. Frankenstein. They say, imitation is the greatest form of flattery, but plagiarism, should not be allowed, and scanning my blog and having it come out as if someone else's work, is even worse. I know, I don't own that scripture, but, really, just the week I write it, hopefully, scenario B is not happening, with just at that minute, Pastor Levi's Blog, flashed on the screen?
After the service, I reversed my disguise, making just the same small change back, lest my enemies lay in wait for me, just outside the doors. I walked right passed a few guys, without a hitch. But, when I went to Cross-Fire, there were several people I have seen around town, but haven't seen in church, with a very small congregation . . . very easily noticed. One of which, left Kalispell, with me over a year ago, on the free shuttle, the first time I took it from Kalispell to Shelby, having had a conversation with this guy, after he, not only last time, called me by name, before I had ever talked to him, but did so, on one occasion, just a week or so ago, shocking me, equally with the first time he knew my name, and should not have. Then again, some fucking chick, with four chairs, comes and parks her sorry ass, right next to me, leaving two empty chairs, and she is not moving over to say hello, is acting weird, every time I ask her why she is here, she seemed evasive. Four other strangers to me, but acting like they were from the new Canvas Church, show up also, with one burly guy sitting behind me, a woman flanking me on the right and across the isle, two back a row, and then the other three new ones . . . what the fuck is up, this has never happened, in the almost two years, I have gone to this church!
The bitch next to me, seemed a bit uneasy, and evasive. I kept asking her if she knew the substitute singer, standing in for Debbie, the Pastor's wife, she didn't really say, yes, or no, but acted like she was lying. I asked Dennis, to have all the new people introduce themselves, and they all just kind of sat there, not saying anything, until he urged them on. Again, I asked the woman, who was totally in my personal space, but close enough to make me think that something deceitful was going down and I was sitting right in the middle of it. Dennis said that he had to leave, between the sermon and the food, Judas? I told Dennis that I was leaving for Las Vegas, and might stay for 6 months, after Thanksgiving in Utah. The woman sitting next to me, had a shirt, with Mickey and Minnie Mouse on it . . . did they hear, that I was leaving, and had to get me before I left? They have a Mormon, double, multiple, baby sister Rachel, that they want to be the show horse, and me the work horse . . . fuck that, let her do the work and she can have the glory!
Example of Moses--Five Weaknesses, Five Counter Arguments From God--I Want YOU!
Great set of scriptures from the Book of Proverbs in the Old Testament, about wisdom, or applied knowledge, and it is the Lord, saying that wisdom is worth more than gold and silver, more than rubies and diamonds . . . what they all are most likely getting, or the 30 Drachma's of silver, of Judas, for turning in Christ, in the Garden of Gethsemane . . . man, can I relate to Christ, is so many ways! Pastor Levi's sermon on Moses, said the game before the game, is as important as the game itself . . . there are not short cuts to success! Moses had 40 years preparing to be a general in Pharaoh's army, not to mention, being Pharaoh some day. Then after he killed an Egyptian guard, to help his fellow Israeli's, they turned on him, hello, and said they would turn him in . . . boy don't I know that one, all I have helped, have turned on me, shockingly turned, then he is 40 years in the wilderness, tending sheep! And after that, he is 40 years in Sinai, leading the wicked children of Israel, in circles, until they are righteous enough to enter the promised land, after Moses is dead!
Rachel, or the others, never went to undergrad, learned to write, went to law school, then worked in the government, taught at three colleges, wrote manuals, was poisoned, and like Moses tending sheep, was over qualified, but did the grunt work again, and went to the U.S. Supreme Court, on my first case, and had many other cases, that but for the early statewide jobs, the teaching, the respected manuals, still in use, training cops, prosecutors, and judges, I would not have known how to do this case . . . or the others. Hot Shot Firefighters, do what other's won't, so later they can do what others can't! Example Levi used, and so true, you can't cheat yourself, into the knowledge, the game before the game, is as important as the game itself . . . you never get a free ride! Success is when preparation and opportunity meet! None of these government, family, church, bitches, have paid the price for my success, but I sure as hell have, and do every day! I don't give a rat's ass, if they think I am too fat, fuck you! Stealing my identity after you poison me, when I am hands down, any day of the week, prettier, than all your stupid chicks, letting them pretend to be me, for years, and them making me fight to be me, claim my resume, my children, my blog, my manuals, my work, FUCK YOU ALL TO HELL!
Lucretia Mott, Early American Suffragist, Free Thinker
Lucretia, left her religion, and later came to believe that religion did much to hold women and slaves down, including the Bible. She fought a ton for women's rights, and the rights of the slaves, was very influential and powerful in the movement, credited with the eventual success of women gaining access to vote. There was this huge convention, dealing with abolishing slavery, helping women get the vote, and maintaining the dignity of the U.S. Constitution, that was considered a Godless document, which many today would agree with, due to the fact that it allows for abortion and gay marriage; therefore, making all men and women, equals before the law, and granting all the privileges of one class, to another class of people, minorities and suspect classes, is wrong, in the eyes of many, so called Christians, and there was a movement to kill it, or add religious amendments, like Sunday, closing laws.
A famous artist, was memorializing the convention, having several of the key players, sit for him, while he painted. After the picture was done, Lucretia, noticed that her husband's face, and many of the other people who sat for the painting, were easy to discern, however, her face was a blur, and she questioned the artist as to why her face was not included, or was so faint, and light that you could not see it. He said, as the cheaters, in my life, that place was saved, for some beautiful Christian woman! So, the woman who fought the fight, got shit for doing so, was going to be replaced in the picture for all time, by a woman, who could not, did not, and never could, do half of what this woman did for humanity, for women, for the slaves and for America! If, that is not the most fucking pathetic thing that you have ever heard, then you are as disgusting as the men! I know it is the cops, who love what I do, but not me, and adore Rachel, or Kay or Shelley, one of theirs, for merely claiming to do what I did, they dig the power! But, if it is me, the one who has kicked their asses, and will every chance, she gets, until they change, they hate the same acts!
The cops, feds, love my children, my produce, but hate the producer? They hate their bitches children, their own women's produce, and love the producers . . . the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, think about it! Good, GOD! Amazing . . .
Actress, Rene Zelwigger's Plastic Surgery
In one of the trash magazines, there is a picture of Rene, with a totally new face . . . and my question is, when the cops, raided my home in St. George, Utah, and they took all my family pictures, so that I don't have them, all my certificates, and whatnot, did they use, these family pictures, not only to put up in my doubles houses, but did they also, restructure their faces to look like me? My sister Rachel, who is blond, blue eyed, and has a personality, much, like mine, only savory-sweet, spice and everything nice, which you can tell, that I am not, was often, mistaken for my twin, even though, she is 3 to 4 inches taller, her face is much wider than my face, with squint eyes, a Southwick trait, Sue has them too, like Chinese eyes, which I don't have . . . did they, as in Rene's case, change the eyes, and narrow the face? If so, Rachel would look much more like me than she did! I thought wigs were the extent of the impersonations, but, none of these women are opposed to plastic surgery, with Utah the plastic surgery capitol of the world!
Back in her 30's, Shelley, got her nose chiseled down like mine. She had more of Roman nose, much larger, and had it cut, to be more pointed like my nose; later she had boob jobs, duck lips, eye job, face lift, with a scare visible around her ears, and up through her hair, going straight over her ears, liposuction on the butt and the thighs, and who all knows what else. Rachel too, has had about $50,000, and three surgeries, if not a total face make-over. I haven't seen either one of them for two years, so very possible. Sue has a boob job and who knows, and Kay Baby, my second daughter replacement, said, the first time I saw her in 20 years, lifting up her boobs in her hands, these are real! Like I ever cared if they were real or fake, all the same to me, but the guys might care. Now, why in the hell would you ever tell someone that, unless you thought they might wonder if they were real, making me think they were not, or she would never have had to say anything? I don't think Tiff has had anything done, but she is the one to be me, now. Once the family, went to watch Tiff cheer lead at the University of Colorado, in Greeley, I think, or that might have been where my brother, Richard taught institute for the Mormon Church, but with Rachel's bleached blond hair, huge boobs, and diamonds, they thought that she was Tiffany's mother! LOL! Rich bitch! LOL!
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