Apartment Loony Toones--The Four Stooges!
The cops are so desperate to frame me, set me up, to bring me down, although, they are a bit more stealth here in Kalispell, because they, generally, don't go directly against me, they get the local, yokels, to do their dirty work, or perhaps these guys are undercover cops, but they are about a sneaky as a kid running in late for class, and about as sophisticated. LOL! The crew, John, DJ, Greg & Shanna, are part of the Kalispell, pod squad of alleged friends, turned, bribed, siding with my enemies now, because money speaks, louder than loyalty, integrity, honestly, and friendship. My natural propensity is to help people as much as I can, and because that is not, the norm, there is a suspicion, due to the fact that people, generally, only help people if there is something in it for them, or there is some benefit, the Art of Selfishness, Ayn Rand. With most cop or cop types, there is a lot of projection--projecting intents, values, thoughts to another person, of one's internal life values systems, and the cops are just the flip side of the coin, from criminals, many with criminal minds and intent, but they just carry a badge that they think whitewashes their crimes, lies, and deceits . . . badges of betrayal!
The very crimes that they are to be protecting citizens from, are the ones that participate in, cover-up, and go after the actual victim of the crime, knowing full well, that is the case, but for the money, they will sell their own souls, twist and turn facts, intents, friendships, and actions, so they more closely reflect their own, bull shit, tainting the purity of the person, who is just trying to help, making it look, other than it is, and protecting their own sinister desires to get their chance to do exactly that, gain access to money, accounts, and steal it from another friend, who is less savvy, or maybe even participating in this little show, set up or frame, but to know avail, because, if you set a trap for someone else, you step in it yourself, and that happened, yesterday . . . but I am not into drama pits, rat holes, and dirty places, seen by me, as having the Doppelganger effect, of being an outside demonstration, of the psychological inside, indicating, dirty pigs!
DJ, the Deadbeat, Loser Squatter on John's Couch, Taking Over the Front Room Like a Cancer Takes Over An Infected Body!
Now, I have been friends, with John, for about a year and three months, enjoy music, mountains, and religion. I have a need to teach, and John has a need to learn, and anger management is the issue at hand. I come and go a ton, due to people getting pissed at my blog, often either cops, political parties, or those trying to take credit for my intellectual property, and work, like the Salish-Kootenai Indian Water Compact, a proposed, compact, that is totally unconstitutional, irrational and in violation of the very document, the Hellgate Treaty, of 1855 . . . that is perfect, and needs nothing more done than water use and benefit quantification.
There was a bunch of game playing going on a week or so ago, with County Commissioner, Pam Holmquist, scheduling and due process issues, a meeting that I wrote about, mentioned that I missed, so of course, the newly scheduled one, was today in Polson, at 1:00 p.m., safe distance away, too far for bus, and no car to worry about . . . keep up the lies of who wrote what, constitutional analysis, testified, wrote again, testified, did another analysis, etc. But these local girls and boys are key players, because, everwhere I go with them, or when I stay at the apartment, they just lie, and say it is one of the multiple government doubles . . . oh, no, it was this girl, not this one, who just went on the Farm to Market Road . . . covering every lie, that has been perpetrated. Just like A.B.C., follow me and you will see, new contact, new bribe and account for payment . . . but, no one seems able to catch these fuckers, amazing!
The Letter, John, Shanna & Greg, Allegedly Want DJ Out, When the Real Goal is to Get Me Out, So More and More of my Safety Nets, Protections & Insulation Tanks
A week ago, Shanna and Greg, whom I have written a 30 day, shape up, or get the hell out of the apartment, no drugs, no friends on drugs, no smoking in the house, no fighting all night, do dishes, pay John back, don't take the car and, typical roommate stuff, and it worked, they changed overnight, but just as they got better, and they pay regularly to rent a room from John, so that part is a plus, but just as John got these two, a couple, under control, DJ, who has been John's friend since high school, allegedly, and has been to prison, allegedly twice, has parked his ass on the couch for the last three months, starting out originally to get or give a break to another Greg, who DJ was leeching off, before, John took in.
Now I am a minor player in this rental situation, and I have stayed, usually, not more than a week and a half at a stretch, and generally less, but I need a place to crash when I am in the town, and I pay $100 to couch surf, a good deal for John, because he gets money for just a few days, and it helps me too, and is about the right price for what I get, a roof over my head . . . but, this last time, as DJ took over more and more of the apartment, leaving the paying residents of the apartment, John has had for 5 years, sequestered in their rooms, whenever they are home, as his mounting junk is spreading, growing, and encroaching more and more, all over the place, starting in the entry hall, going into the front room, he even got rid of the second, matching couch, when I showed up . . . a sign and symbol, that he was now in control and John didn't clear my entrance with him! LOL!
This guys is totally passive aggressive, sweet as pie in front of your face, while stabbing you in the back, and feeding John with his poison, knowing the guy better, and getting to the button areas, and some very cruel, like teaming with parents to get John on meds, with me just doing anger management, which is at the root of many of his problems . . . taking away, DJ's strategy, threats, and manipulations to keep John under control, using history, and parental allies, to get the kid on meds! So, everyone but me, who just gets there late, and leaves early, without even seeing anyone, generally, being an early riser, without needing much sleep and preferring McDonald's or the hospital to the dirty apartment to write my blog, they don't see me much, and stuff doesn't get to me, when I am a sleep, and never hang out with them, other than John, once in a while, going without ever seeing the others, except for DJ, who never leaves the house, 24/7, the guardian, or the spy?
I resided the plea for help, from Shanna and Greg, and decided, that maybe one more body, was just too much with both me and DJ, so I did my normal, Casper the Ghost gig, and book it out of town, which I have been doing for the last 2 years in Kalispell . . . I take literally, the green stickers on the back of cars . . . Get Lost in Montana, having seen more the state in the last few years, than many lifers have, and digging every beautiful and exciting moment of adventure, high and low, traveling town to town, city to city, loving all of it, for one reason or another, Helena--the Capitol, politics, and the arts, Missoula, the law school and the university, the Break Cafe, and Kalispell and Whitefish area--Flathead Lake, Glacier, the mountains, and it used to be politics, and the Republican Pachyderm Meetings, lectures at FVCC, now Shelby, Great Falls, Bozeman, all less familiar, but dig the same, and love exploring the differences and similarities. So, John and I hook up, just to cruise, listen to good music, talk and enjoy amazing landscapes, mountains, rivers, pine trees, and just hitting the open road, with little conversation . . . my happy places!
Letter, a Plot to Get Me Out, by Getting DJ Out . . . Didn't Fall For It!
I had my suspicions, as I have dealt with the locals, alleged friends, that they all eventually turn to foes, so my antenna is always up, for fraud detection, and last week, the request for a letter to get DJ out, just seemed either like a revenge or payback, since I wrote them one, and they really did change and for the better, and told me so, but I tried to start the letter three times, and it didn't feel good, kind of using my power as an attorney, to carry out a personal vendetta, and they never mentioned that other apartment residents had complained about DJ, so I refrained from writing, and even thought about getting an apartment in Shelby, until the FBI or CIA, camped out next to me, staking out the restrooms, all night . . . and then the librarian, tried to make it seem like she didn't remember who I was . . . really, she got the idea, after being reminded that I was the one she was so excited to share everything about the Dempsey/Gibbons fight held there in 1923, oh, yeah, let me get that material . . . probably a movie, with my money, in the hands of sister doubles, and their paramours, old lovers of mine, may already be taking my lead, as usual, I am the idea woman, and then they steal, them, and use money they stole, to replace me and come in as the big shots! Exasperating to exhausting! In my blog, I planned out a whole 4th of July Celebration, using the fight as a draw, with a pow wow, my son's rock band, parades, and showings of the fight on the big screen and more, to vitalize the local economy, and capitalize on the growth in Glacier National Park, record traffic . . .
John, who was most likely part of the plot, called me time and time again, while I was in Shelby, after I also, learned that the shuttle was not running for the next two weeks, so I decided to go to either Helena or Missoula, to make sure that expungment statutes, were going to be carried by some legislator, for the next session, having worked a bit with the administration at the Poverello Center, where I had stayed before, on several occasions, with the director, very interested in solving the homeless situation, by clearing criminal records, helping the homeless get apartments and jobs, the real problems! So, taking the path of least resistance, and having a heart interest in Kalispell, it was not a hard sell, for him to offer to come get me . . . a second shot and the planned plot of the week before? Pissed their stupid, mindless, little plot didn't work, so we are going to amp up the claims of sexual assault and harassment against Shanna, mad that Greg didn't man up and go after DJ for grabbing her ass, and not getting out of her room . . . etc. So, I finally wrote the letter, and blasted the clown, with stuff his mother and grandmother, and others, have failed to point out . . . my form of tough love . . . apartment politics kicking in, to twist it that I wanted him out, so I could move in, get my hands on John's 401K, he is cashing out! LOL!
Rigged Toilet Trick . . . Good Lord, I Managed 48 Apartments in Utah, and 48 in Arizona!
So, the day after the letter is shocking the hell out of DJ, and telling him stuff, he should have learned as a kid, with the necessity to state the obvious to him, the revenge tactics from the rat pack, the pod squad, start to either get John kicked out of the apartment, so he cannot be a help to me, to drop into town, with a roof over my head, to the consternation of Jack Strode, head asshole, over the Kalispell area, buttfucking sister, Shelley, and the big boy on the block, LOL! I rejected him, pleas to marry, just last week travel with him, fuck no, but Shelley has a loose, butt, fudgepacker! Me, never went off the deep end, sexually, to need to do that, regardless of all your little potions and notions to loosen things up, do what DJ does, do it to yourself! LOL! Want revenge, payback, you got it honey! LOL! The truth always hurts, unless you don't do stuff that is reprehensible! Go for it, matches all the shit all over John's house!
So, I wake up at 5:30 a.m., to find, a few logs, shit, in the toilet . . . strange? As expected, I am going to flush the toilet, as I did, and it of course, as planned, overflowed, towels, and plunger didn't fix it, so I opend the water chamber, to pull the chain to see if that worked, and the rigged toilet, did its thing, and two streams of water, as if faucets, put about an inch of water, on the floor, in about two seconds flat, as planned . . . John and Shanna, who had gone to the store, very unusual to have any of the apartment dwellers out of the place before 11, unless planned, so, that was also, a set up. But, I was just sitting calmly on the couch, and told John he had to call the manager and get a repair man up . . . this was not a normal toilet gig, so something major was broken . . . John was acting his normal, Mr. Pissed, but not as bad as I would have expected, and later he commented on how calm I was . . . why would I be agitated? All I did was try to fix the toilet, like any normal person would have done . . . so, he had to be, of course in on it!
I told the property manager, who knew as I did, that water damage can not only damage the one apartment, but also the one below too . . . and sure enough, water was coming through the vents below, but we were in the process of using the shop vac, and sucking up all the water, minimizing the damage, like I had don't, after learning that a water heater that broke in Salt Lake, damaged the apartment below, worst than the one it broke in . . . I am just watching Greg clean, while explaining to the grateful manager, out of state, that there were two streams of water, like circles, around the bowl, and up high, near the water chamber, like nothing I had seen before. I told her what I saw, she thought it might be the wax seal that is around either the bottom of the toilet, or at the place the water chamber connects, with another seal . . . no, there were distinctly, two holes with water gushing out onto the floor, and the neighbor below, happily, only got a small amount of water, and we assured her we were taking care of the problem! Disaster avoided, the experienced apartment manager, calmly told the roommates what to do, and never missed a beat!
DJ Wants to Go the Rounds on the Letter . . . Live, Breath & Die for Debate and Arguing, Even if it is for John, Coming to his Defense!
Once, my darling daughter, Nicole, who lives in Louden County, the richest county in the USA, and just built a new house, wrote me some political comment, and I blasted her back with a 5 page email, in response . . . she called her big sis, Greta, crying and getting comfort from her, and saying what I had done with her small comment, and hit her with every argument, telling her to fix her ideas and change some of her suppositions, etc. Greta, just laughed, and said, Nicole, why would you, tickle the bear, so to say, and goad Mom, how lives, breathes and dies to argue! LOL! I don't recall that she has ever, in a written form, sent me something I would critique or argue against, all in good fun, and by way of training, possible, future attorneys . . . opposing counsel, and judges, don't handle you with kit gloves! LOL! My dad, trained the monster debater and attorney, that I am, law school, just needed to sharpen the knowledge base, and I will create the next generation of attorneys, with oldest daughter, following in her mother's footsteps. I saw a great show the other night of a father, with four of his five children either attorneys, working with him in his firm, or going to law school, I was jealous! Only time will tell.
As DJ was countered on every argument, and taken down a notch or two off his high horse, thinking he is John's protector, really . . . he has had the same job for 7 years, a retirement plan he is cashing in, so he can take some time off, due to being fired from Pizza Hut, because of his anger, not doing the job, and has had the apartment that DJ is squatting in, for 5 years, and counting, pays all his bills, Mr. Responsible, so DJ, begged to stop talking, as I kept bringing the focus back to the fact that he was taking over the whole common living space, and he just, simply, needed to be out in three days, since he originally came, under the idea of just allegedly staying for 3 days, that had morphed into three months! He needed to go . . . the manipulative, aggressive side, turned into the passive, side, the revenge, the make friends, with all the original complainers, who just wanted me to help, with no beef, myself, the allegiances, were being framed, pissing ass, helping, buying food, and gas . . . really, I don't give a rat's ass if DJ lives or dies, let alone, whether his stays in the apartment or not!
The Night Before the Toilet Incident, John Said He Thought DJ Came Home During the Night, and I Said, NO, that was Friends of Greg & Shanna's, But He is the Only One That Makes Sense if the Toilet was Rigged . . . Because he was Getting Kicked OUT! I Never Plan on Staying!
I told John that I thought the toilet had been sabotaged, and someone may want him out of the apartment--that makes perfect sense to me, because, the last thing that my enemies, be it family, cops, mafia, Mormons, Mitt's boys and girls, whomever, would want, is me having protection. They have systematically tried to drop me off the planet, so they can take everything I ever had, did, made, created, acquired, etc., having erased me legally, with all but the blog gone, and just a few friend, left, due to bribes, John has been a big factor and safety agent, being close, and working on his stuff for a year and a few months, while he has been back up and a place to crash for me . . . if the toilet had flooded, and ruined the apartment below, with complaints, allegedly by neighbors, over DJ--who is the only one, who would have a motive to get the rest of us kicked out of the apartment, the last thing we would need to be kicked out, would be pricey destruction of property . . . believe me, these people will go to any extent, and they are not playing around, big time money, big stakes, and prison facing them if the cops, ever pull their heads out of their asses, and realize, they have been after the wrong person, the real JoAnn S. Secrist, and helping the fakes, the frauds, the identity thieves . . . simply amazing, unless taken in the context of the cops being involved, only thing that makes sense!
After arguing, reprove be times with sharpness, and then show an increase of love . . . I left for the day, giving DJ a hug and telling him, that he knew he would be happier, than staying on the couch, with a total mess, and bugging the hell out of everyone. So, the next attempt at getting me either pissed enough to leave, or whatever the plan was, John tells me he can't get the email from his 401k, he was expecting to get the money from, was now wanting him to, probably get a confirmation number, to make sure the company is protected and confirm John's identification, so they didn't send the money to the wrong person . . . of course, the next problem, so I tell him what to do, because he is in such a rush to get the money, and freaking out . . . I volunteer to come home and help him, and try my computer . . . just as I walk up, with John refusing to come pick me up at Walmart, where I happened to be, and he was driving DJ, which didn't seem to fit, with the earlier, cry for help, so something else is up their sleeves . . . good GOD, these dumb fucks, don't give up. So, the buses, didn't run, voting day, so, I walked from Wally's world to Glenwood Drive . . . just as DJ, with suitcase in hand, and John, are acting like they are in a total hurry, so I tell John, who knew I as coming to help him, ooooopppppsssss, the plot, the plan, foiled again.
I Decide To Check Out of the Nut House, Took All My Stuff, Head to Samaritan House
I go to call the Samaritan House, with two, basically friends, who run the place, who know my story with the cops, and the battery systems, and they just laugh when I come, check me in, both read my blogs, so Cindy and Corky, already know, things are heating up as they always do, and just ask me before disappearing again, for the third time, to fill out a discharge sheet, so they don't become liable if I, especially, end up dead on the outskirts of town! LOL! Well, not so funny. But, before I go over to the Good Sam, I stop by the apartment, having left my phone on John's table, with him calling me twice after midnight, and me warm and cuddly on the couch, watching a movie, not responding, and I go to walk in and get my phone, and the door is locked. I ring, knock, nothing, no answer . . . DJ got to John, something is up, oh, well, who cares, fruit cakes, that I am just there to help! I thought I might help John figure out his password, that I was trying to do, last night when, he and DJ booked it out of the apartment, surprised by my presence.
I figured that John would know that I came home specifically to help HIM! I called him minutes later, and asked him the answers to the two security questions, but DJ was running interference on the Bluetooth, and said, not now, not now, help him tomorrow . . . I thought he was anxious to get the money ASAP? So, I stopped, and all of the sudden, DJ, comes in asking me what I am doing, why, but doesn't listen, and doesn't get it, and says, that the money is suppose to go straight into John's bank . . . really, the tough crossed my mind, this is bribe money, not a 401k, payback for getting me out of town, keeping me busy, so as to miss meetings, knowing I would chose cruising over meetings, anytime . . . as soon as DJ leaves, the team mates, tag in, Greg and Shanna come in and start thanking me for getting rid of DJ, whatever, glad to help, but it appears that all the roommies, are getting along great, and the messenger is getting set up for some type of fall, or frame, or lies, that I want John's 401K . . . so, I had called the Sam House, but no answer, and after John said, he didn't want to see me back at the apartment, that DJ said, I was lying . . . I didn't even dignify his remarks, just asked for my phone, that was in my purse, and left!
I was in the process of typing John an email, telling him how to get his password, when he told me this shit. Whatever, not good deed goes unpunished . . . as of Sunday, I was John's best friend ever, never cheated him, always did what I said I would do, and always there for him . . . kind of like writing the letter and defending him against DJ, and now, he is siding with a former prison inmate, meth user, deadbeat roommate . . . homegrown roots, go deep in this town, against all logic, reason, and facts, of past behavior. Good riddance, I am out of this insane asylum! In reality, DJ, has eyes for the 401k, because he told me he had to stay and protect John against Greg and Shanna, who are going to take his money, once he gets in . . . or am I going to protect him? No, John is a big boy . . . and helping John get his confirmation number, to be confused with his pay out from enemies, has turned into me, wanting to get my hands of John's money? I was already gone, washed my hands of these clowns for good, I knew they were agents of the other side, I just wanted to cruise, listen to good music, and have a cheap place to stay, John and crew, drove me completely nuts! I never thought a shelter would appear to be a step UP! LOL!
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