Gotta Love Those Boys of Fall!
My high school boyfriend, Larry Wall, excellent in all sports, captain of his high school team, and later, captain of the University of Utah football team, back around 1977 or 1978, depending on when he graduated, but, boys of fall we my entertainment, for most of my high school days, going to both my high school games, on drill team, and to his, as well, when time would permit. Travelling with friends up to the Pocatello, Mini-Dome to see the best of Utah play the best of Idaho, in high school football, and hearing Larry's nose get broken, so loud, you could hear it crack! The only TV I watched, was Monday Night Football . . . Larry used me, Bountiful High's most ardent fan, to get pumped before the games; I would trash talk the Viewmont Vikings, and he would silently get pissed, and then go out and kick the Braves, asses, single handed! He was constantly Player of the Week, and about after every game, my father, who was also a former football player in high school and college, would jealously and sarcastically say, your hero is in the paper again! Now, Larry was a hero in the true sense, at least to me, because he was excellent, cool, humble, and not only excellent in football, but in basketball, and baseball, just an amazing athlete, all around! In one of the newspaper articles, featuring a picture of Larry, actually, I think it was the one, where they actually had an artist draw a picture of him, a sketch, rather than a picture, they referred to Larry, being more like a chess player, than a jock! He didn't play harder, he played smarter . . . my kind of guy!
My mother who knew Larry, at South Davis Junior High School, where she was a health and PE teacher, loved him, before I did, because, while a star athlete, every school dance, he would dance with every special ed or developmentally challenged girl, giving them the thrill of their lives, because, they were with the most popular guy in the school! Larry was a stud, in a physical sense, as well as in an intellectual and spiritual sense . . . the type of player, that kids, actually can emulate, and use as a role model, and I am sure many have, coaching my high school, football program, finally seeing the light, that Bountiful High needed him, more than his Viewmont, with Bountiful High being listed in Sport's Illustrated, my junior year of high school, for being on of the worst teams in the nation, while Viewmont took state that year! Very painful for me, in particularly, because my team would not put the football, where my mouth was! The facts, didn't seem to deter me from getting Larry, as pissed off as he could possibly be . . . he was always the gentleman, and just took it all in, and rather than respond to my idiocy defending such losers, he would take it out on my buddies, on the field! My team players, would always ask me to get him to break curfew, or do anything to stop this guy . . . he was far too good, scoring 34 points in one basketball game, where we were pretty good!
Oh, congratulations to the Glacier High Wolfpack, who took state football championship, Friday night, beating C.M. Russell, of Great Falls! Fun, Fun, Fun!
Moose's Saloon . . . I Wasn't Smokin' in the Boy's Room, Just Hanging with the Boys' Club at the Sports Bar & Grill, Where the Party Was!
Moose's is one of those places, like the atmosphere of friends, always welcoming and fun, like the old citcom Cheers, even though I didn't know anyone, just at the bar, eating pizza and drinking Diet Coke, amount the guys, drinking beer, sharing peanuts, and digging the hell out of the all you can eat, chips, chili, cheese sauce, onions, olives, guac, sour cream, and cheese toppings, while cheering for the same team, with one guy for the Cats, with the guys offering to buy him water rather than beer! LOL! Totally fun, great atmosphere, good food, cool barristers, if that is what they are called, and the odds, women, are about 100 guys to 5 gals! I can dig those stats! Although, I take my football, serious, now that I have a reason to choose a team, to cheer for, the school my daughter is going to go to for law school!
Two years ago, in the fall, I happened to be in Missoula, when homecoming was going on, and I went to the parade, which I loved, so different from a Utah parade, stuffed bears, on Girl Scout floats, elk, in pines on Forestry Department float entries, so fun to see different states, especially, Montana, with a very different focus, as the Treasure State, natural resources, wildlife, forestry, Smokey the Bear, worried about forest fires, destroying the state treasures, gold, silver, coal, oil, timber, etc. Way fun to watch, and I love football, so I decided to go to the big game, $59 bucks, times have changed, or maybe I haven't gone to many games, since I was a student, which, was most of my life! LOL! The problem was, I didn't know any one on the team, nor have really any loyalty to the state yet, and even though, as I recall, they played, Weber State University, the Wild Cats, from Utah, and where I graduated from, in 1986, I never went to many of the games, and that was a long time ago, when I was a fucking serious student, not just goofing around like I am now!
By the end of the game yesterday, I was cheering louder than the 30 guys around the bar . . . once I have a reason to cheer, I go for it, not lacking personality and passion for anything, especially, anything of a competitive nature, or flavor. In fact, I didn't even want the Cats to score a single touchdown! We almost made it Grizz! Like in Utah, for the big rivalry, University of Utah vs. Brigham Young University, where the whole damn state is wearing either red or blue, both claiming to be God's universities, however, the U of U, while the first church school, is now a state owned university, and there is a huge, anti-Mormon sentiment. I went to law school at BYU, but, I taught at the University of Utah, for about 7 years, so loyalties change, and I can claim either win from either school, having connections with both . . . I am pissed that the big rivalry is basically, no more, the schools are in different conferences! Boooooooo . . .
I May Be a Chick, but I Take My Football Serious!
I happened to be on the corner, where everyone, would butt in and get drinks and peanuts, which was fine, that was the nature of the location, but, some guy, butts in a never leaves! I guess he thought, well, she is just here, and really doesn't know anything about football, nor care about the game, and really would rather talk to me, listen to my drivel about my good wife, which he emphasized, as if I were a contender against her, or something, then started to tell me about up state New York, which I could care less about, and would never live there in a million years, the weather sucks, in the summer and the winter! I am getting Montananized, and less and less willing to just chat for chatting sake, especially when I am watching a football game, you asshole! I really didn't say that, but my mind was screaming it! Finally, I just said, very politely controlled, I need to get back into the game, you inconsiderate slob, I just added those last three words, for emphasis now, but . . . every advertisement, he tried to get me involved in another discussion! Screammmmmmm!
To annoy me even more, he asked me what my name was . . . JoAnn. Oh, my sister's name is JoAnn! Good for her, so is my sister's name--JoAnn that is, Shelley, is JoAnn, and so are my 4 other sisters and a few attorneys too! Popular name, that JoAnn! But, shut the hell up, I want to watch the fucking game, which is what I came here to do! I referred him to the guy sitting on the other side of the corner, to entertain him. The guy seemed to know quit a few people . . . was he some fucking undercover agent, trying to see, if I relaxed during football games and admitted that I was my criminal sister, Shelley . . . no, I am me, regardless of the circumstances, I don't wear wigs, don't ride tandem on my sister's credentials, nor do I want to be anyone other than myself, and wish to goddamn hell, that these other sisters and women, would leave my name the hell alone and go back to being themselves, 100% of the time. That makes is easier for me, and for them! I don't have a second identity to fall back on, or dump my shit on, or claim, they had my kids, and JoAnn III had, my actual cool kids that I am going to have Thanksgiving, if I can make it, with . . . meeting Chris, Wednesday, to visit with him and Yulia, Kat will be at work, then Elliot, my youngest and his girlfriend, Lauren, will pick me up, and we will go to Greta's house for dinner and to hang out, in St. George . . . Nicole and family are in their new home, somewhere in west Louden County, a community that starts with an "L."
Look buddy, you and I have nothing in common, go find someone who really digs, knowing you have a sister named, JoAnn, I have 5 too many sisters, who share the same name with me, and I hate it! I do not trust anyone but myself, with my name, or my reputations! Bug the fuck off! Eventually, he got the hint!
Excellence in Sports, But Law Enforcement, CIA, Secret Service?
You can't have a culture of sex, sex, sex, women, women, women, T&A, T&A, T&A, and do your job excellently, credibly, with integrity, honor, nobly, or honestly, on the tax payers' dollar. So, all the blogs, the emails, the inference about the CIA's fuck up on Benghazi, were either blocked by the Mormon NSA, or went unheeded by the Obama Administration, or others who read my blog . . . I am guessing the blogs dealing with Benghazi were blocked, just like this blog was blocked, until I bagged the attempt to write the body of the blog, with only the title for about a half hour, they, the NSA, serving the FBI and CIA, doing their cyber spying for them, may not know that I got back on the computer, to finish this, but it was blocked, with the cursor, refusing to go below the title, and if is did, an x, showed up, and I could not erase it without jumping into nowhere land! Like yesterday, the NSA, or hackers, aided and abetted by the NSA, representing Mormon enemies, family, and their circle of supporters, trying to either block me, stop me from writing the truth, or just for taking credit for my life, no matter how, small, like the game at Moose's Saloon, that is too much for them, because they shadow me and try to be me, therefore, they have to know what, where, why and with whom, I am with, so they can pay them to say, that Shelley, the rover, or Kay, likewise, is me, or other sisters, Sue, who used to live in up state New York, but I don't know how to even spell, Schenectady--spell check had it, Blue Bell Drive as I recall, so, Sue is the real, Sue, she is not me, doing history, legislation, or water compact, histories . . . although, she has tried to do all! Being me, of course! Sorry, so much rage for this shit, I can't focus.
From the Daily Inter Lake Newspaper, article, on the front page, yesterday, called House Intelligence Committee Debunks Benghazi Theories . . . mine, a CIA, Mormon plot, to get Mitt Romney, a leg up, on a CIA, plan, to make President Obama look bad . . . and now, everything is hunky-dory? On, several occasions, I tried to call attention to an article in Gentleman's Quarterly, the October, November, issue, a month or so after the attack. The CIA, clearly gave the White House the report, that Susan Rice, relayed to the public, that caused all the controversy,with Mitt, Jason, and Adam, jumping to the misinformation, that troops, and others were told to stand down! CIA gave the talking points, that either came right out of the field, or the CIA in the State Department! The account, from the field, and from an interview, with a journalist in the field over in Libya, said, exactly what Rice reported, which caused all the controversy. Before the President even commented, Romney, U.S. Congressman, Chavetz (R), and Smith, all Mormons, and all with Utah connections, claimed, that point, about being told to stand down, with Smith, even stating that he told the State Department or the White House, that they needed more assets, in Libya, Mitt even claimed to have, mistakenly, gone to a Christmas party at Navy SEAL, Smith, I may have Adams and Smith, mixed up, but he allegedly had a good talk with Smith, who allegedly died, by attending a Christmas party unannounced!
With the insider, fiasco, I am not even convinced, from the Gentleman Quarterly report of the events that night, at the Embassy, that Stephenson, Smith, and the others, allegedly died, in the alleged deadly attack, are, in fact, dead! The article, stated that Stephenson, and Smith, were taken to the safe shelter, part of the Embassy, something that they are trained to do, if the Embassy is under attack . . . so, why in the fuck, when the SEALs, or the CIA, went back to check the safe bunker, was it EMPTY? Later, the report was, that there was one body, as I recall, that was so burned, in the bunker, that they just assumed it was Stephenson, or Smith, but burnt beyond recognition . . . so, who is to say, that it was them? We don't know? And it was reported, that as the CIA said in their briefing, that the invaders, look more like the motley crew of unorganized robbers, upset due to the video! None of this makes sense, then a few months ago, it was reported that there was actually two invasions, one from the rag tag group, that the CIA, originally reported, and then a group of well trained, uniformed band of terrorists . . . the GQ article didn't mention any of that!
This article was written early on, closer to the time everything happened, thus, more reliable than other reports, that had a chance to go through the Spin Zone, of Fox and other news opinion agencies! The closer, the more pure the writer, and the report, the more objective the new source, why would GQ have any reason to lie . . . other sources would! Here is what the newspaper reported, in the article, yesterday, take it for what it is worth . . . the CIA, botched up, no doubt about it, they were not fucking heroes, cheap compliment . . . given the situation! Or, as the talking points reached the Mormon CIA agents in the State Department, they could have been changed then . . . I remember people making a big deal about the changed talking points, there are 1500 employees, at the State Department . . . a crime is committed, when there is access, motive, intent, and actions . . . a tight, presidential race, and a slip like this, in my conspiracy central mind, was orchestrated, and staged, I would venture a thought, that the four alleged dead men, are in Barbados having a great time, where paid off! I think it would be worth the time and expense to exhume the bodies and check the DNA!
Here is the quote from the newspaper, November 22, 2014, front page: In the immediate aftermath of the attack, intelligence about who carried it out and why was contradictory, the report found. That led Susan Rice, then U.S. ambassador to the United Nations, to inaccurately assert that the attack had evolved from a protest, when in fact there had been no protest. But it was intelligence analysts, not political appointees, who made the wrong call, the committee found. The report did not conclude that Rice or any other government official acted in bad faith or intentionally misled the American people. REALLY?
So, after thousands of hours, this is what we get. Who was the intelligence analyst? I do believe that is a CIA job description? We know, little more than we did originally, and I still don't think we know the truth. k At the time of the Benghazi, incident, the whole Obama administration, including the Prez. himself, was on my email list, not by me putting them on, but after getting my email, stolen, NOVEMBER 1, 2012, just days before the elections, I set up a new one, that has since, been stolen, thus the blog, but, as soon as I set up a new email, Barack, Michelle, Joe, David, Joe M. and the crew, from the White House, all were magically added to my contact list, or just popped up . . . so they were all on my list, when I read the Gentleman Quarterly report, just a month after the attacks of September 11, 2012, and I wrote to the Obama contingency, and also, to Senator Tester, because I hated Mitt, Mormons and Men in Black, for stealing my $357 million securities case, and I vowed to my clients, that I would take down Mitt myself, so this was all part of it, and at the third debate, just a day or so, after I wrote about the article, with Benghazi on the hot topic list, you will notice, that Mitt, is just sitting on the stool, not saying anything, and agreeing with everything the President said, with Obama, ending with, if you agree with everything, why do we need the change? Why do we need you? Mitt sat with a sick look on his face, as if, the Prez., knew this was a dirty trick, by Mitt and the Republicans, but he was too much of a gentleman to say anything, and just let it go, knowing full well, that his administration hadn't done anything wrong!
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