I Qualify as a 20 Year Veteran of Domestic Wars
Often, when we honor the fallen, those serving, or those who have served this country, to keep it free, we fail to acknowledge, those who have laid their lives on the line, fighting domestic enemies, not only of the state, and the nation, but of WE THE PEOPLE, a very different war in deed, and one with enemies, not so easy to identify, because they may be our neighbors, our friends, our church members, working in ways and using means, that violate and injury our American way of life, freedom, liberty, rights, that we have all become accustomed to, and expect as American citizens . . . they may work on our streets, in our courts, for our government, and in our military, having access to the tools, power, machines, and technology to bring this nation to its knees. I would say that Edward Snowden, among other alleged whistle blowers, who then have the powers that be, turn the tables on them, and try to assassinate their characters, make it look like the whistle blower is the bad guy, the evil doer, the less than American, doing wrong to the system or threatening national security, the catch all for people, willingly giving up their rights all in the name of safety!
These people, not to unlike myself, are heroes in their own right, taking on a system that has long violated the United States Constitution, the terms of agreement between the governed and the government, with the citizens, creating the states, that in turn created the governments, with the sole and major responsibility of protecting, providing and defending citizens' rights, those not so minor, inalienable rights, that make all men, created equal in the eyes of their creator, who is actually the provider and originator of those rights. Often we turn those rights around, that neither man, governments, cops, prosecutors, or judges, can take away, unless their is due process of law, both procedural and substantive, with equal protection under the law, or uniform operation of law, providing justice for all! Many of the violators, do not even know the Constitution, were trained under the Patriot Act, the PRISM system, using Federal Intelligence Surveillance Courts, to take away a citizen's rights to privacy, without them even knowing it, or allowing the NSA, or National Security Agency agents, to look into your bank accounts, your email and computer accounts, or check your phone records. The people that do this, are domestic enemies, who daily violate your rights, and those who help bring this to the attention of the public, are actually soldiers of this country, serving in a different kind of war, but no less the warriors of freedom, liberty, rights, numerated and non-enumerated . . . and the government, or Congress, or the President, just can't take those away, without violating the letter and spirit of the Constitution, thus making all of these actions void, being repugnant to the Constitution!
I was thrilled to note last year, that Edward Snowden, was nominated, or actually came in second, and would have been first, for TIME Magazine's Man of the Year or Person of the Year, had it not been for the fact that the new Pope Francis was chosen by 1.2 billion Catholics, represented by Bishops, Cardinals, and other Church hierarchy, in the Senate at the Vatican, Snowden, would have been the selection, and well deserved! Snowden, who loved the country, enough to risk his own citizenship in the USA, is safety, and even his life, and many, many, many, risk their lives daily, as unsung heroes, fighting on our own soil to keep you free from domestic terrorism, perpetrated by your own government!
The Law of the Jungle . . . The Militarized Robo Cop
We should not over look, fail to mention, and appreciate the people, who are fighting for you in the courtrooms, the backrooms, and in the gorilla warfare that is going on everyday . . . for three years, almost, minus a two months, since the very day, or rather, before, I was sworn into the United States Supreme Court Bar, well, actually starting the October before that, while I was filing the necessary paperwork, with petitions and briefs mounting up, the local cops, I am sure at the direction of higher ups, took out the engine, the transmission and the oil filter in my truck, with me needing to be in court, in Salt Lake City, Utah, over 250 miles away, that very day, having put an incendiary device on my tires, making them explode with a whole over an inch and a half wide, in my brand new, beefy jacked up tires, sending me careening into the medium, then almost rolling across the two lanes of freeway, then almost tipping over, as I slammed on the breaks and landed on the side of the road, with a tire, completely mangled! But for the grace of God . . .
Okay, so that was then, and this is now. Again, lately, the CIA assassin chick showed up, now twice, out of now where, the reason, I left Kalispell, last summer, after ratting out the CIA's drug running enterprise, into the local airport, and taking the drugs up to Canada, via Tobacco Valley, north of here, right near the Canadian border, just like they used to do, 17 years ago, flying drugs and firearms, every night at 12 midnight, into the Heber Valley Airport, pushing one local informant, from an airplane, after she disclosed to some friends, what was happening, with them watching the sheriffs and other cops, meet the small planes, every night. This type of activity is not new, and has been around since the inception of the CIA, dealing with crime syndicates, paying off the very people they are suppose to be arresting and investigating, to get a cut, and then promising to let them continue in their endeavours,without fear of investigation and prosecution.
Like I said, the only way I can prove all this, is if I end up dead, or jailed, incarcerated or detained for the rest of my life, with over 25 deaths I can validate and prove, or used to could, that were either former clients, or somewhere connected to my cases, people who got in the way, or just recently, as of September 1, 2014, was tasered by the cops, and he died, they know right were to taser a guy, to cause death, with this friend, Michael O'Connell, a graduates of Stanford, in Chemical Engineering, or something like that, the perfect type recruited to work either in government contracting or with the NSA and CIA, who he was terrified of, and came to warn me, because of my blog, and some of the things I was writing . . . these are and should be, our unsung heroes . . . yet, we are the first to rat them out, turn them in, and feret out for the feds, and others, where these people are hiding, that norm for this type of activity, telling on the government, exposing them, or defending the rights of the people!
So, yesterday, just minutes after I finished my blog on Veterans Day, and stating that I am going over to the Depot Park, I want someone, knowing where I was last, before I get blown away, or taken, jailed, etc., so I often report where I was last, or where I at least wrote my blog, so I can, maybe be found, or at least have my body found . . . As I a waiting a minute, making one small correction, this guy, who had said, markedly Hi, to me earlier, while I was blogging, came and parked his ass, by me, bugging the hell out of me. He asked me what I was doing, and where I was going, or what I was going to do today! I said, do I know you? He said, yes, I see you at the Samaritan House, oh. Well, I am going over to the Depot Park to hear the Veteran's Day Celebration, really, an no brainer, for anyone, who knows me, that would be a given, even as cold as it was. I half thought this too weird, even if he thought he knew me, to ask me where I was going. We are creatures of habit, and I love this country, had just written about it. I told him, and the person he just called, that they should go over and honor the Vets. He didn't seem too interested. My red flag was up, something was up.
Robo Marine/Cop/Special Forces Looking Dude Walking Gun Brandished, Right in Front of Me, and Acting all Agitated, As he Tried to Blend in an Mingle!
I don't think, I have ever seen a guy, quite like this, fit as hell, nice teeth, beard, cheeks so chiseled that there was a crease down his cheeks or face, like you see on Call to Duty, game video type guys, wearing a varigated greens, knit beanie hat, navy green or dark green jacket--as I recall, Levi looking pants, nice boots, and as he walked in front of me, acting like he knew the husband and wife, team, holding one child in their arms, and another in the stroller, he lifted his jacket, and tucked in behind a gun, on his waist . . . not a sight you see everyday, even in Montana. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and decided to watch him, as he went over to the brass that was in charge, and they didn't seem to acknowledge him and were wrapped up in their conversation, but he was trying to act like a local, or blend in, which was fucking impossible, looking like he did.
I listened to the speaker, a decorated Vet, with a resume that took longer to read, than his speech was on this freezing November morning, and kind of blew off the guy, although innocent, until proven guilty, may have been giving this guy too much leeway, but, later, my eyes caught up with him, mingling with the crowd, but acting like he was looking for someone, almost frantic by this time, head bobbing up and down in the crowd, but a ways from me, disguised as I was . . . luckily, due to the cold, I had taken my black sweatshirt hoodie and pulled it over my black baseball hat, with a very distinctive design on it, that was now covered, with Mr. Mall Rat, probably calling in the latest and greatest, description of what I was wearing, leaving me, standing right behind this guy, not wanting anyone standing behind me, blocking the sunshine, the only warm thing, with just a mere shadow, making me colder. The speaker cut his remarks, short, due to the cold and invited everyone to the Elk's Lodge, a mile or so, to the south side of Kalispell . . . I decided it wasn't worth it, but I noticed the green check of the Nike shoes, on the guy in front of me, and thought, is that a sign I should go, a God thing? I blew it off, opting to go spend the rest of my gift card from Starbucks, with hot chocolate and a sandwich, already on my mind as a reward for withstanding the cold, I am a wimp!
Once again my eyes, shot right to the stupid black, with a green Just Do It check on this guys shoes, annoying me that my eyes would go there AGAIN! The buses were not running that day, and it was fucking cold, and a hamburger, was normally worth it, but not today, but being the obedient agent, of the God Squad, I started to walk down the streets of Kalispell, looking in store windows, and heading toward the Lodge with free food, and two cool elk statues out near the road, and one elk up closer to the building, that I hadn't noticed before. The guy who was the announcer, invited everyone who attended the ceremonies, to come have free burgers, or so I thought. When I got there, expecting the madding crowds, I noticed a very small contingency of uniformed military and their wives, most eating by the time I reached the place, but there were a few people left, waiting for food, and as with the Mormon at the Catholic BBQ in Missoula, and the Catholic Oktoberfest, I joined in, not thinking anything until, I got there smelling the food, and refusing to leave! LOL! Some guy asked a woman across the table from me, if she was a Vet, and she said no, he never asked me . . . apparently, my unofficial, warrior status as a Vet of an undeclared war, on the streets, in the courts, and in the governments of America, was highly apparent to this man, and he served me with all reverence, as he should! And I am not kidding, for the hell I have been through the last three years, now! Good God almighty!
My Table Was Near Copies of the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, Other Documents, But Centered on the Monroe Doctrine
Being the nerd that I didn't start out life as, but have grown more and more, to have become, the documents caught my eye, and I knew, that sometime, in my high school years, taking world history, I had remembered the teacher, briefly mentioning the Monroe Doctrine, but being more concerned with boys in those days, I could not remember, for the life of me, what the hell it was about, so I took the opportunity, to read the document . . . written in 1823, just years after the young United States was formed, but I was still taken with the nice, but very pointed, warning to, what must have been the world super powers of the day, Britain, Russia, and Spain, and several others, that this gutsy, upstart of the country, was basically saying, you step one foot on our home soil, and we are going to fuck with you like you have never have been fucked with before! That is my take on it, but it was stated in much more, gentile language of the day, but implying just that, long before, I think we had a Navy, whooops, Star Spangled Banner . . . I am not going to go there, because I remember my daughter showing me her inch and a half thick blue covered book, if memory serves, of all the stuff she had to know, to pass some test, and much of it was on the history of the Navy, and it is mentioned in the powers and duties of Congress, so, logical deductive and inductive thinking, would tell me, that there was a navy, in 1823.
Nonetheless, I hate, not knowing what anything stands for, especially, when it is near, those other documents, that are so near and dear to my heart, the ones, I, along with every other officer of the court, military, legislatures, local, state, national, cops, and tons of other people took an oath to uphold, with about 90 percent of them forgetting that they even raised their arm to the square, and took those oaths, without it meaning too much to them at the time of swearing in . . . pitting them against another oath keeper, in the jungle warfare, I find myself in daily!
Samaritan House Starting to Look Dicey! Almost Left for Shelby This Morning . . . But, Got up at 3:00 a.m., out the Door by 4:30 a.m., Trick or Treat?
When you start to connect the dots, you start to see patterns, that start to set up red flags, and that has been happening, in the last few days. This systemic violence, much like domestic violence on a large scale, puts the victim, threatening to leave, at the highest level of risk, because the abusers, are going to lose the fun of putting you in fear of them, making you walk on eggshells, with the victim, me in this case, knowing full well, that something is up, and the battering system is activated, and the blows are just waiting to happen, normally when the abuser will kill his prey, rather than lose them. So, Monday, I notice a guy, who looks very government, with no apparent reason, just like last time, to be, hanging around in the kitchen with Corky, just chillin', really? I just don't think so. Then there was the guy, who must have followed me to the mall yesterday, before the Veteran's Day Ceremony.
And when I got home, last night, I had a new roommate, have been alone all week, so I was somewhat surprised, but it is cool, so that could be normal. But Corky, told me one day, that I would be getting a roommate . . . this is a transitional housing service, and how would she know that I was getting a new roommate? Other than the last time I stayed, a few weeks ago, I know my roommies were ratting me out, watching my comings and goings, and asking me, where I was going, when I would be back, and all kinds of informational type questions . . . not hard to see where this is going, so I split. I tried not to talk to the chick, and was somewhat bothered, when she interrupted me, very intrusive, coming in my room, with her having the other room to herself, and me the second room, with a common bathroom and hall. She could easily, be an agent, and her boyfriend, who is staying at the Sam House too, actually happened to have been, an elite riot guard member, at some prison in Washington state! So why in the hell, is he here, allegedly homeless, looking for work?
Corky was off yesterday, paid holiday, but today, the same guy, you know, just 225 lbs. of him, kind of like the elephant in the room, CIA/FBI looking guy, is back just hanging with Corky in the kitchen again, no biggie . . . right? Wrong! I look at the TV, and it says, PRONTO! At the time, I saw that, I didn't know this dude was in the kitchen, but after I put my dishes away, and saw him, I knew, that message was from my Intel guy, God, and I booked it on our of there, through the back door, where his brand new, shiny Chevy truck was parked, out in the alley way, his payment for taking me down? My enemies, money launder the bribes, with truck loads of new vehicles, that used to frequent St. George, and now I am seeing more and more of them now, improving economy, or God's Revolver $$$$$ kicking in from around the world, with the new uptick, thanks to me, but capitalized on by my domestic enemies!
YouTube Gods . . . Recommending Movies on Baby Snatching & Polygamy?
After having a great burger, and walking back to Starbucks, what is getting into the Christmas Spirit, I luck out, get a chocolate cookie and hot chocolate, using the remaining money on my gift card, that I am so grateful for, not only for the food, but to legitimize me hanging out in the coffee shop for a few hours, while I stay out of the cold and get off the streets with, cops, sheriffs, cruising the area with regularity, so, fun atmosphere, fire in the fireplace, and some puzzling recommendations. What does polygamy have to do with baby snatching . . . and, like clock work, the Mormon NSA, just joined me, trying to stop this blog, before I start talking about Mormons, Mobsters, and Men in Black, or the guys BABY SNATCHING, and the ones who are promoting polygamy, as a carrot for other non-Mormon MIB! LOL! I am already a polygamist, married to two of these fucking assholes, making up the core cadre of my enemies, to this day, with the first one, Brett, refusing to divorce me, so he could taste all the Southwick flowers, married or not married, as well as work with Daddy Warbucks, replacing me as daughter and wife, with Kay Baby, and the rest of the Southwick Bouqet! It takes a binder full of Southwicks and friends to make up for losing me, darlin'!
Them's fighting words, girl! Threatening their money source, with the home court advantage, kind of like the daughters in the military, the son in the band! I am not only threatening the money source, but the manliness source too, polygamy! What, this bitch is going to take down polygamy too, oh, hell no, not Brock, Mitt, Rice, the FBI, the CIA, the NSA, but taking away the Mormon mom, claim to fame, the rock star, world famous, and again some through her blog, we are claiming also . . . and now, fucking taking away the male incentive to join the Mormons, the chance at getting a few more wives! Make the connection, motive, money, opportunity, etc. All the necessary elements of MURDER!
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