Wednesday, December 31, 2014

ROUGH RIDERS AT THE BUTTE RESCUE MISSION--SONS OF LIBERTY, WASTELAND--SPENDING THE EPA SUPERFUND IN BUTTE; BRAGGIN-ON-BUTTE--TWICE A MONTH, UPDATES, ON MINERAL AND MINING HISTORY OF THE WORLD'S LARGEST COPPER MINE, AND RAGIN' TIMES IN THE QUEENS CITY--NEW MINI-SERIES, BUYING AND SELLING HIGH-END HOMES IN MONTANA; NEXT TREASURE IN THE TREASURE STATE, STATE PARKS, NOT JUST A SPEED BUMP TO NATIONAL PARKS, GLACIER & YELLOWSTONE--A CARVING ON MEDICINE ROCK, OF A COWBOY'S SWEETHEART, OVER 100 YEARS OLD . . . BUTTE LOST, BUTTE FOUND, HISTORY OF AMERICA, REDISCOVER AMERICA, THROUGH DISCOVERY OF BUTTE! MOST LIQOUR LICENCES PER CAPITA THAN ANY OTHER MONTANA TOWN, HEADING INTO THE BIGGEST PARTY IN MONTANA, BIGGER THAN CHRISTMAS, I HEAR, ST. PADDY'S DAY!

Norman Rockwell, My Irish Lookin' Rocker, Affection for the Irish . . . Especially, Red-Heads!

I, while being a visitor to Butte, for a few weeks, have an affinity for the Irish, because my last child, Elliot, is a red-head, and as wild as any Irish miner, being the bass guitarist for (Old School) Parallax, God's Revolver--Rock Band of 2008, and Maraloka, and he has a new band in the working.  Check out the wild antics of my youngest son.  The whole time I was pregnant with Elliot, I had a picture of Norman Rockwell, in my mind, the one with the little red-haired boy, overalls, holding a frog in one hand and a yo yo in the next, looking as mischievous, with that little grin and freckles.  

The day, he was born, I could see the little peach fuzz on the top of his head, and knew, God had granted me my wish.  I read of Esau in the Bible, he was red and hairy . . . that is Elliot, and he is even forgiving of his brother, Jacob for stealing his birthright, greeting him with open arms, and refusing payment for land, giving him anything he wants.  It took Elliot, 21 years to get mad enough at his big brother, who tortured him, as big brothers do, and finally at the urging of his friend, blasted big bro in the lip and gave him a fat lip.  He is, however, making up, for those years of oppression under his brother's control, and when on a nationwide tour, with God's Revolver, he finally took his drummer's drums, and smashed it over his head.  Big time talent, Elliot called the laziest band in America!

Elliot is also a kick ass artist, taking after his grandfather who used to design covers for the old Ma Bell, who had a monopoly on the telephone industry, until deregulation came.  But in 7th grade, or there about, Elliot, drew a wicked looking Leprechaun for St. Patrick's Day, so cool, really showed, almost the faces of the paintings of the miners, around these parts.  Even the guy, in the Montana Standard, reminding people to be safe, in this weather, had a bad ass look!  Maybe I can get my whiskey slamming son, to come up, and I would love to have him play at the Butte Folk Fest, the bus driver, told me, he and the other buses, shuttled, 68,000 riders, over the three day festival, back and forth to the concert venues!

Ghosts of Miners Past, Present & Future . . . Entertainment is Free!

On Christmas Day, one of the staff, or kitchen help, went into the food pantry, that was next to me, making me move my chair.  After the staff came out, but not locking the door, with the pad lock as usual, I moved my chair back in front of the closed, or I thought, closed door.  All of the sudden the door, kind of opened, as if, someone was trying to get out, but decided, they needed something else . . . I figured that there must have been two guys go in, rather than the one that just came out.  A few minutes later, the door opened, rather significantly, again, making me wonder, if I was blocking someone from coming out of the door, so, I waited, and nothing happened, the door returned to the shut position.  Then I thought I heard someone in there, and finally, decided to end the mystery, and just open the door, to see who was playing games with me.  I opened the door, and yelled, who is in hear, do you need to get out?  Nothing . . . 

I turned to my table mates, and said, you have a ghost here in the Butte Rescue Mission!  Back when my little rocker was a baby in the early 80's, we had a ghost in our home, and so did several other of our friends who lived in the downtown, Ogden, Utah area.  The Ogden Standard Examiner, around Halloween, I think, contacted several of us, and asked to interview us on the specters in our homes, and have us tell our stories.  Now, I don't think it helped that I read the Amityville Horror, book, the night before I moved in to this house, that was about 60 years old, when we bought it.  But, others in my family, without me saying much, soon had tales of their own, to substantiate the night terrors I was feeling. 

That same day at the rescue mission, when I mentioned the ghost, several people, that I consider, stable, well thought and spoken individuals, who lost their homes and ranches, during the 2008, housing and mortgage crisis, where the banks got bailed out for stealing our houses, collecting mortgage insurance, fees, fines, and got the TARP money to boot, told of there experiences with the ghost.  My roommate, said, she wakes up in the night, with the female ghost standing over her head . . . I am just feet away, across the room, I told her not to wake me.  Another guy, Steve a vet, of standing and note, just passing through Butte, said he has seen a male ghost on several occasions.  My old Marine, English Professor, Dr. Grove, when I had ghosts, and actually wrote an English research paper on the reality of spirits, with unresolved business, in this world can't pass to the other side, until this issue is resolved.  His son was studying to be a parapsychologist, and work solving murders, for the cops.  He told me that my 60 year old house was the perfect age, former residents, not long gone, could still be lingering in the halls of my house.

EVERYONE FROM THE EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR TO THE RESIDENTS, WAS POSSESSED WITH THE RAUCOUS, ROWDY, RIOTOUS SPIRITS OF THE OLD MINERS!

I got to the Butte Rescue Mission, December 23, 2014, after a quick trip from Kalispell to Las Vegas, gone bad, planning on at least a 6 month stay, and landed, on purpose in Butte, having wanted to check out the history, for a long time, and now seemed to be the time.  Everyone was on their best behavior, trying to make things nice for the holidays, for those who were away from family, friends, and loved ones, and the Mission, did a great job, with the help of the Whitehall Church, who prepared a great dinner, brought a guitar, singers, and printed copies of Christmas Carols, for all to join in, then a great Christmas message, dinner and presents, love the new socks!  But, there was one guy, in particular on Christmas Day who pitched in and really took Christmas serious, cleaned the floors, the tables, put Christmas table cloths on, changed into a red dress shirt, and a shiny green tie, and brought in a stack of Christmas videos for all of us to enjoy over the next few days.

This guys face, is rough and tough, and he looks, almost exactly like the face, on the tire store, or the one I mentioned, before you get to McDonald's, with a snowman, a bull dog, a miner, and Santa Claus.  He is also the one, who, when I asked about when church was, told me about two possible churches that I could attend on Sunday, the ones he attended!  Okay, so everything was all calm and cool, Christmas Day, love, peace, and all is well with the world, even the next day, was great.  But that ghost of a miner passed, who most likely was a patron of the Pissers Palace, a bar up in Walkerville, or might have been one of the faces on the Covellite theater, with the happy face and the sad face, or Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide, possessed, not just this happy Christmas Elf, but took over the whole damn place!

TIMELINE FOR THE AFTER CHRISTMAS MELT-DOWN

Butte, has a history, like none other, when it comes to explosive growth, boom towns, and crash . . . we kind of experienced that in a three day period at the Mission, that was not, necessarily bad to me, but really the best reality TV you can get!  LOL!  I want to understand the mentality, the direct DNA, that created the Gilded Age in, not only Butte, but in America.  Like I said, I love colorful people, the men, especially, are a phenomena to me, having come from, vanilla, Mormon, Utah, where the men are domesticated, most of them, tame, docile, and just plain sneaky, back stabbers . . . I am a straight shooter, and I dig men that are too, not to mention, old fashioned men, who will stand up for a woman's honor!  So, there was nothing offensive, in what I am about to point out; it may have been different had there been violence, but there were checks and balances going on all over the room, in the dining hall.  And by the way, I feel, staying at the BRU, that I am coming about as close as I can get to actually, experiencing, the old boarding houses, that had to keep the reins, in on a testosterone, teeming town of rough riders!  LOL!

I don't know, if you have read, Mark Twain's, Rough Riders, stories of his own travels, out west, with one of the funniest pictures I have ever seen, with Mormon Prophet, Brigham Young, in a cartoon, in the middle of a big ass bed, with all 27 of his wives!  LOL!  I think that may be the only picture in the book, but worth checking out!  I do believe that I read, in the book, Lost Butte, by Richard Gibons, that Mark Twain, actually stopped in Butte, or maybe, that was earlier, Brigham Young and the alleged, saints, landed in the Sal Lake Valley, July 24, 1847, and I don't think the Copper Kings, got the ball rolling in Butte, until around 1860, but maybe, time frame is not that far off?  Anyway, rough riders, would be a very accurate description for some of the boys and girls, who are frequenting the rescue mission, in fact, the other night, when it was -28 below, three, crazy youngsters, a little too hopped up on alcohol, a big no, no, were sent away, and slept out in their friend's backyard!  I am talking tough!  The same frozen who scoffed at the minimum wage in Montana being raised to $8.05, with an increase of $6, or what they called a hamburger with cheese on it, that is the difference!

EVERYONE LOVES A GOOD FIGHT . . . PLAY BY PLAY!

So, our good Christmas Elf, from two days before, is just bitching and moaning about everything.  Someone, an older female in the room, tries to quiet him down a bit, so the rest of us, can enjoy the general peace of the night.  He doesn't stop, and just continues to grade on people's nerves, who are a bit fried, from the joy and the stress of the season anyway.  He is grumbling under his breath.  So finally, an very respected, and leader in the mission, older Indian chick, has had enough, and gets up and slams her hands down on the table near, the grumpy elf of Snow White's seven dwarfs, and said, that is enough!  Mr. Tough guy, sleep out in the cold, stood up and very calmly told the CE, he should not talk to women that way . . . several people who know him, told him, it is okay, just back off.  CE, continues, and under his breath, I think, called the woman, or another one who also, stepped in to cool the tempers that were just brewing under the surface, and referred to one of them, as a bitch, I think.  Another guy from across the room, who I thought was a bit of a wimp, due to seeing him show up in pajama bottoms, and kissing his wife's ass, while she was chasing him away, got, slowly into the mix, and said, I have heard enough . . . that didn't seem to dissuade CE.

Faster than you could say, Jack Flash, his guy was up on the tables, across two of them, and had CE, down on the floor, on his knees, with his fist cocked, ready to blast him in the face.  And, the guy's wife, thankfully, to the rest of us, who were still in shock and couldn't move, rushed over and grabbed her husband's arm and begged him to stop.  And, luckily, he did!  There was no blood shed, but all of us, were a bit taken back by the speed, the agility, the defense of a woman's honor, and setting this guy straight that there are men in this room, who are just not going to tolerate his belligerent bull shit!  The rest of the night was quit calm.

SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE'S GOT!  WINK, SMILE

The next day, I was sitting by my Irish, roommate, who is introducing me to Butte, the Irish temperament, history of the town, and other insights, for this new comer, and she turns to me, and smiled a sly smile, and said, when we were discussing the incident from the night before, I thought it was sexy . . . so did I, I confessed.  I told her I was shocked, that this was the guy who light footed across two tables, so fast, because I saw him with his wife the day before, and he didn't strike me as strong at all.  She said, oh, that is the way the Irish men are, they are putty with their wives!  I told her I was glad that his wife came and stopped him, because, I think she was the only one he would have listened to.  Again, she smile and said, She knows what she's got . . . and my friend's husband is just the same, several days later, and four foot, Irishman, an old vet, dropped into the mission, and drove everyone crazy for a few days, until we could ship him off to Billings . . . good luck!  But, my friend, used to working around miners, and the Irish, at the M & M bar, had to break up fights, about four a night, she used to carry a baseball bat, with razors cut in it, and she would tell the boys to take the fight outside, or she was going to us her bat with razors on them . . . they all took it outside!  LOL!  

But, my friend, decided, that she could handle mini-mouse, with about 10 guys in the mission, ready to kill him the first they laid eyes on him, obnoxious as he was, but as time wore on, and her nerves, plus her husband's nerves, started to get fried, she made some remark, I called them the M & J, comedy team, because all I could do was laugh at everything the two said to each other . . . but he finally crossed the line, and called her a whore, and hubby jumped up so fast, right next to me, and his nostrils flaring like a bull, until, I grabbed his arm, and he thought for a second, that jail was not where he wanted to be, but, mini-mouse apologized, and all was pretty calm, at least for awhile, but we all knew he was a short timer!  Hubby, used to be a semi-famous jokey, was just one race short of going to the Kentucky Derby!  He is a bad ass also, but he is 65, and it is nice to know, that even the fighting Irish grow older and mature!  LOL!

Oh, yeah, this is about as close as I am going to get, to a re-enactment of the old mining camps, the mess halls, the tempers, the valor, the honor . . . and glad to get this experience; I could  not get it in any other way!  This is up close and personal!  A whole different world than this little pencil pusher, back generations, is used to.  Thanks, I couldn't be having more fun!  And things are looking up, around the mission, a very handsome, rough and rowdy, dropped in the other night, fun, fun, fun . . . LOL!  Brains against brawl, we will see who wins!  Both of us, I hope!  If you know what I mean . . .

Spending the Super Fund . . . How Do You Eat an Elephant?  One Bite or One Bottle at a Time!

I had this great idea, since the town fathers and mothers are asking for people in the Butte and Anaconda area to help spend the EPA super fund, clean up money, so it makes the most difference, and just thought, I might, if I can, as an outsider, and new to the area, but not new to the issues, of what the Anaconda Mining Company did to Butte, and surrounding areas, when the company just up and closed a company town.  So, you remember, back in the Reagan era, when it was another recession, only I think worse than the last one, we just were not as connected, with other countries, back in the day, when me and my husband were trying to purchase our first home in Ogden, Utah, the haunted one, and we had to buy it on contract, because to finance the purchase through the bank, would have been a 22 percent interest rate, back in the late 70's, early 80's.  But, I remember someone, selling Pet Rocks, and becoming an overnight millionaire, on such a stupid idea.  This is kind of along those lines, but not that stupid, I don't do stupid well.

Okay, so you have this big ass toxic pit full of contaminated water.  You can't drain it, ship it, or dispose of it, without fucking up, the other water supplies in the area; therefore, why not, just bottle it, and sell the water, one bottle at a time.  Now, being a lawyer, I know, you are screaming, LIABILITY, for selling toxic waste water.  But, everyone of us, have toxic materials, under our kitchen sinks, right now.  You come up with a clever, label, maybe, capitalize on the Canadian Snow Geese, that landed in the fog, on the Berkeley Pit, and merge that with the ever popular, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, who were created and morphed, due to being spawned, if I remember from when my boys, loved the Turtles, thirty years ago, and have a local artist draw a amped up muscular, toxic born snow goose!  As your attorney, put a huge label on the back, with the sign of poison, the old skull and cross bones, indicating warning and danger, so parents, store the novelty item high, in a prominent place, as a gag gift, from the largest super fund clean up in the history of America . . . somewhere around, $400 million, nobody said, you can't make money while you are cleaning up the environment, and you can market Butte, what a better reminder of the safety measures all companies need to take, before polluting the environment, and it would make a great conversation piece!

A MOVIE OF CLARK & DALY, COPPER KING CORRUPTION . . . LESSONS FOR MODERN DAY, KOCH AND DARK MONEY!

Everyone, at least in Montana, hates the United States Supreme Court ruling in Citizens United, what happened back in the day, is just as relevant now, as dark money campaign contributions and campaign money laundering schemes, of the modern day Copper Kings, or the Koch brothers, who have at least 40 plus, organizations, who they are laundering money through, to vetted and selected elections, and too many times, they don't know that these groups stand for, nor do they take responsibility for what legislation they are proposing, and what other wing nut and asinine shit, they are trying to either promote, or what rights they are trying to take away!  

 MSNBC, Rachel Maddow, as bad as smart chick, was called under fire by the Koch brother attorneys, and the station was threatened with a lawsuit, the station, just scoffed at, you want corporate, free speech, that cuts both ways, boys, with the money.  But, Rachel's researchers, got an overview, or big picture of the complicated mess, of organizations, that were really not considering themselves, PACs or Political Action Committees, but squirrelled their way, as something different, when in reality, that is exactly what they were, but they were under cover, or doing covert stuff, pushing dumb ass candidates, and bull shit issues.  When called on the carpet for it, the poor Koch brother, billionaires, wanted to distance themselves from the organizations they were funding, saying they were unaware of their acts, of treason and sedition, to use the terms the striking miners in Butte were charged and prosecuted with!

Congress and other state legislatures, are trying desperately to clean up and minimize the damage of the Citizens United ruling, making corporations people, entitled to free speech, doing away with the idea of "one person, one vote" of earlier rulings!  We may not be able to entirely stop dark money from coming into the state campaigns, but we can expose them!  A simpler time, back in the day, may make the point, and help other states, elected officials, legislatures, stop the flow of dark money, into campaigns.  Just the other day, there was an article, that came in defense of the Koch brothers, and said, that in the groups that have to reports . . . . distinguish that from those organizations who don't have to report, the devil's is in the details, and you will see that more money through PACs came from Democrats, or better said, the Democrats played by the rules, reported, were called what they were, and reported, not so for those the Koch brothers are funding and harboring, if you will!

Sons of Liberty, Wasteland, Braggin-on-Butte, New HGTV Mini-Series 

Last year, about 10,000 new residents moved to Montana!  I was there the summer, they got their millionth person . . . this place is wide open, and all it is cracked up to be, in the new mini-series, about buying and selling high end homes in Montana, I think airing the first of the series on New Years Day, the last statement made by a couple from Utah, transplanting to Montana, is this place is different.  I would say, that the locals, love it so much, that they really don't want other people here . . . go home, Montana is closed, are the types of bumper stickers, you will see around these parts, but along with new comers, comes growth, prosperity, diversity, new opportunities, and hopefully, change in a good way, and homogenization, if you will.  As a Constitutional Law Attorney, I am so grateful, that Montana stayed off the map or radar screen, so to say, because, they are so much more pure, and closer to the basics, of rights, liberty, freedom, and they value it very much, and it needs to stay that way, and be a shining beacon on the light of America, and the world!

I hope I don't get run out of the state for that last statement, but, this place is different, untainted, by the fucking Patriot Act, and maybe that is because of so many military and veterans, either first or second in the country for per capita per population . . . not a bad statistic to have.  Just this morning, I was talking to an old Vet, and he said, we have guns, and we have a higher percentage of patriotic people here, the Patriot Act can't survive.  He also said he was not afraid to use his name, Guy, don't know the last, but he is associated with the Butte Rescue Mission, and a smart guy, fun to talk to!  And that leads me to my next thought, and I hope this announcement is not to late, but there is a new TV series, called Sons of Liberty, about Paul Revere and other revolutionaries, who were a group of rag-tag patriots, who were brave enough to take on the British Empire, with all its power, resources, and world properties . . . and to rub it in, this band of rough riders, might be considered, SONS OF ANARCHY!   Nothing short of a miracle, and something that every American school child, parent, and citizen should know, the history of this great country!

Back to the Pit, Wasteland, is I believe, that last issue, December of 2014, in the National Geographic, and it is covering the super funds, some of the EPA hot spots, and Butte is one of them, and actually has a positive slant, as the article in the Montana Standard, in their new bi-monthly series, BRAGGIN-ON-BUTTE, with a professor at the Montana School of Mining and Minerals, I think it is called, stated.  So for all you guys and gals, who are fascinated with old school Butte, and want to come find your pot of gold at the end of an Irish rainbow, O ye, Lads and Lassies, stay tuned to a guy who really knows what he is talking about!  You could pull the newspaper online, and check in the last week, or just watch for the title to appear, flag is as a site to watch.  I think that about covers it.

Movie Stars of Note, Who Have Literally Left Their Seed, Floating Around Butte!

Before I forget, I just wanted to mention, that Charlie Chaplin, loved Butte, and loved the Butte women, and allegedly, left many of his children, or pregnant women, after each visit.  My friend saw this in a documentary on Charlie.  But he came here often, and I believe was run out on a rail, by the dads of the guys, who hang at the rescue mission!  LOL!  Defending the honor, or the ladies around these parts.  Like I said in an earlier blog post, Butte was the cultural center, and just as important, back in the day, as New York and San Francisco to the rising stars of Hollywood, comics, and other entertainment in the times.  Clark Gable, said that Butte was his favorite town to visit, and he visited it often.  Lucile Ball was a comic who performed in the Greater Silver-Bow Area, among others.  Also of note, Thomas Edison, father of electricity, or the electric lights, introduced lighted street lamps to Butte, second in the nation, to New York!  Also, Iron Mountain Post Company, may not be the right name, but some company, filled the bill, when, streets, from Front Street, down, I think, had to have horse hitching posts outside all the businesses, and some of those hitching posts were cooler than hell, with horse's heads, and other designs, to decorate this town, that sustained, up to 39 Chinese launderies, and one American!  Not bad Butte!

Making Travel Plans for Next Year . . . Add to Your List, Butte, and Some of the 55 State Parks, This State if Off the Charts Beautiful!  GET LOST IN MONTANA!

Friday, December 26, 2014

FIRE & BREW . . . CHRISTMAS LOVE IN BUTTE, MONTANA; CONSPIRACY THEORIES SURROUNDING STRANGE FIRES COMING OUT OF THE MINES--GOVERNMENT PLOT TO TAKE COPPER WITHOUT COMPENSATION, 5TH AMENDMENT, HOMELESS LIVING IN THE MINES, DESTRUCTION BY DECEPTION . . ., OUR LADY OF THE ROCKIES, KEEPING WATCH OVER THE FLOCKS IN BUTTE--NOT A UFO, EXTRA-TERRESTIAL, OR FLYING SAUCER; LARGEST ENVIRONMENTAL PROTECTION ACT, EPA SUPERFUND IN THE NATION, DEAD CANADIAN SNOW GEESE--VYING FOR TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES, NO SUPER POWERS HERE . . . STOPPING TO SWIM IN THE BERKELEY PIT--GOD-FORBID, FINES OF $100 PER BIRD THAT DROPPED FROM THE SKIES OVER BUTTE; SILVER RUSH . . . AN 8 INCH VEIN OF SILVER, DISCOVERED BY THE LAST OWNERS OF ONE OF THE MINES, CLOSED OFF, WHY--WAITING FOR A BETTER MARKET, BLOCKING COMPETITION, SINSISTER PLOT? COPPER KING MINE IN BEAVER, UTAH, STEALING YOUR THUNDER, BUTTE; GET WITH IT . . . WE CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT COPPER, IT IS IN EVERYTHING, PEOPLE STEALING IT FROM CONSTRUCTION SITES . . . GET ON IT!

Tales of Christmas Love on the Copper Lines Bus

Some guy chatting with the bus driver this morning, said that he was going to get a burger and fries, at the local Wendy's in town, when the person in the cashier window, asked him if he believed in Santa Clause, and he said, well, sure, and she told him to pull around to the pick up window, where he was told that his meal had been paid for by Santa, some guy who gave the fast food restaurant, $500 to pay for customers meals for as long as it lasted.  Way cool, Santa, and most likely a nice surprise to the patrons of Wendy's.  The man on the bus, was not a man of means, very humble, and seemed touched by the gesture of the patron saint of Wendy's, and with head bowed, said, I have never had anything like that happen to me before, in my whole life . . . how very wonderful, to be blessed to do that for so many people in this area, and hopefully news of this touching story gets back to the good heart that did this act of Christmas love and cheer, so willingly, unnoticed, but certainly not un-thanked!  It brought tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat, Santa still does exist, in the hearts and minds of great people, who care about the joy of others, and I am sure that there are hundreds of stories, that happened this Christmas season, brightening the lives of hundreds across America, if not the world.  God bless you!

Conspiracy Central Here . . . What's Going On With the Fires in the Mines

Now, I am not a local, and you will become well aware of that as I tell of my first sighting of Our Lady of the Rockies, and as a result of my ignorance of happenings, what is normal and not, up on the hills of Butte, that house the mines, the frames, and the tunnels, of the old, what you might refer to as the gold, silver and copper rush, of the early days, in the Gilded Era, but the locals, I talked to, the ones who told me that a New Zealand company might be buying up the old Anaconda Mining Company, once the largest producer of copper in the world, with the fourth largest company in the world and the largest labor union in the world, but they also, looked puzzled at recent fires, being spotted coming from in the mines.  

Now, I am not sure what exactly they are referring to, and what a fire would look like, but apparently, just the day before Christmas, one such fire was reported to the fire department to respond to . . . Stan, my source at the Butte Rescue Mission, that is housing, feeding me and keeping me warm, right now, while I explore the Greater Silver Bow Area, and what makes it unique, cool, worth seeing, and surely, a spot that I am going to be for St. Paddy's 's Day . . . I just got a nice little, notice, that the scheduled scan had been completed . . . the theft of my blog, the hackers scan my blog, then do it so quickly, that it is basically unnoticed by the naked eye, and apparently the NSA, or they are in on it, and after the scan, it appears that this blog is originated from another source, rather than right here on #3 computer, at the Butte City Library, at 10:28 a.m., 12/26/2014, since my own personal computer was fried, about a month ago . . . talk about conspiracy central, you are looking at her, and proof, just came up on this computer!  Just as I thought, the only way, they could pull this off is to scan it, and send it to about 6 other IP addresses, to take credit and claim my intellectual property, the story of my life, and the bane of my existence!

FIRE IN THE HOLE, BOYS!

Stan and his teenage daughter, and I am just guessing at that, because she would have to be of age, to at least think, about seeing fire on the hills, but he wondered if there was not some government conspiracy going on down below, something covert, some extra-constitutional activity, of taking or extracting the copper, so needed and valuable, that there is some type of eminent domain issue going on, where, due to need, a government agency or just the governments in general, for a good cause can take control over personal property, and use the resources, access and whatever of worth, for the use and benefit of the people at large.  When that happens, as seen under the 5th amendment, of the United States Constitution, the government can't take life, liberty or property, without due process of law, and just compensation!  And just compensation, means fair market value, and for copper, gold or silver, that is a shit load of money, are they taking it while we are sleeping . . . someone sure as hell better check this thing out.  I don't know enough to do anything, but expose this activity, for more knowledgeable people in the community to do something about.

If you look back at the brief history of the labor unions, the efforts in WWI, and the government seeing copper as a needed material for the war efforts, enough to order labor strikers back to work, and trying them as criminals, charged with  treason and sedition, that are akin to crimes, that a spy who turns information over to an enemy of the United States or the People, giving aid and comfort to our enemies.  So, if we fail to learn from history, we forever remain a child!  Others who are a bit less suspicious than Stan and myself, might surmise that there are homeless people, squatters in the mines and who are building fires to stay warm.  Or someone is actually getting in the mines, and setting fires to destroy the place . . . none of these explanations sounds too good to me.  Anyway, just wanted to drop a bombshell, and start you locals thinking about what could be going on, if anything.  It is always easier to ask forgiveness, than permission!

Vintage Christmas Scene from the Butte Miner . . . Gold, Silver, Copper, Copper, Copper!

Yesterday, in the Montana Standard, there were two vintage renditions of the old newspaper ads or drawings, way awesome, and cool . . . one was in commemoration of Christ's birth, the Virgin Mary, the Wise Men, the Star, the Manger, etc., hitting the religious community, and then, there was another one, for the heathens, among the crowd of subscribers, with Santa, pushing a miners rail car, with bags of stuff, labeled, GOLD, SILVER, COPPER, COPPER, COPPER, which I am sure, would deliver, much more than just Christmas to the locals, but prosperity, work, growth, a living, health economy, and some of the stuff we would like delivered under our Christmas trees as presents for us all to enjoy, not to mention the state, the nation, and the world, who would all benefit from a raging, caging, hopping scene of commerce, trade, business, and riches, that Butte, the Queen City, as star of the Treasure State, had been for so long.

Mind you, that the mines were not closed, due to lack of production, but simply for that old American greed, of a larger company, or at least after all the trouble with the strikes, war, labor disputes, and such, where American Pacific was able to purchase the mines, simple to use, to close down for tax purposes . . . or was there something more sinister, competition, jealousy, capitalism, cornering the market?  But, Stan told me that the last company, and the name escapes me, to come in and buy the mines, was heard to have found an 8 inch solid silver vein that ran the length of the mountain, and they were rumored to have just sealed off the vein, and the mine and left?  WHY?  So, when all is said and done, there is still a productive mine, with tons of the good stuff, dreams to be had, fortunes to be made, and jobs and lives to be improved.  Somebody much more aware of the historical, business, and current market and company situation, needs to look into this and get some local, American investors, to get these mines re-opened for business.  Hell, we have three current war efforts, in Iraq, Afghanistan, and Syria, and these are in demand materials, especially copper! 

The Gilded Age, can be again, the mines were just closed, they were not unproductive, so what is up with nobody doing anything about this?

Our Lady of the Rockies . . . Shine Down on This Community Again!

This account of my first viewing of Our Lady of the Rockies, came the first time I ever came to Montana, back in March of 2012, venturing into a new phase of my life, or so I thought, leaving Mitt and the Mormons behind in Utah . . . when in reality, they just followed me to Montana, to torture me, CIA style, since 70% of the CIA, FBI, and probably, 100% of the NSA, 30,000 spies, residing in Lehi or Highland, Utah, also the cyber spies over Montana, as a hub of government activity for the western United States . . . but, at that first trip, I was going to Helena, to check out Montana, starting with the Capital City, and probably a sore spot for Anaconda, who was the close runner-up for that honor.  But, as I was driving through Butte, at around 3 a.m., in the morning, and unaware of how the mountains, you pass between Butte and Helena, goes straight up, in the air, right up where the Lady, looks over the valley.  I could see the light, but couldn't make out, exactly what it was, and thought, at first, whatever it was, was suspended in space, a UFO possibly, but not moving . . . what in the hell is that?  I need eyeglasses to read, and have pretty good vision, other than that, but, I could not make out what the huge light on the mountain, or space was.  I actually don't think I knew, for some time, just leaving it for one of those things to be explored and discovered later, after my initial trip to the Treasure State.

I tripping back and forth between Montana and Utah, trying to decide, where exactly I wanted to land, in this next phase of my life, I would hear various stories about the woman, I at least got that, on the mountains.  I think the first story I heard, was that the man, who did the project, loved his wife, so much, that after she was dead, he had this sculpture of his wife, made and up on the mountain, for all to see.  So that was the story, I had in my mind, until, just really, today and yesterday, at the mission, where my friend, to remain, unnamed, corrected me, when I told her I was going to the library to figure out what the Lady of the Mountains, was all about.  Being able to make out more of the outline, I thought, it looked like the statute had a nun's habit on, and I told my friend, I was glad, being rather portly myself, that I was glad that whoever did the statute, made a fat nun!  Much more realistic that way . . . 

I was not trying to be irreverent, or demeaning, just thought, given our propensity for thin, that I was happy, that a man loved his rather plump wife, so much to build that memorial for her.  My friend, jumped to quickly correct me, and she said, that is a very sacred statute, and it is the Mother Mary, and she is reverenced and worshiped by the many Catholics in this area, many Irish Catholics!  And I better be careful, talking that way, or I am going to have the locals upset, with me.  Correction well taken.  And, like the vintage Christmas portrait of the Holy Birth, from the Butte Miner, and she pointed to Mary's head robes or dressings, as much like the one worn by OUR LADY OF THE ROCKIES!  Okay, I get in, and I am glad to know, who, what, and why, of the statute up on the mountain.  But what about the husband and his wife . . . she told me that was also true?  So, I am still confused, will need to do independent study.

Anyway, for those of you, who venture into the Butte area, late at night for the first time, hopefully, you will not be a stunned by the 90 foot, lighted statute of the Virgin Mother Mary as I was . . . my first sight of the statute, was an other worldly, experience, and I am not talking about a religious one, but flying saucer, UFO, extra-terrestrial visitation, spooky, rather than holy.  So, be warned, you are in for a treat, and something to behold, when you enter the valley.  You know, you hear and see, the Christos, over looking Rio De Jinero, or the one without the hands, unless that is one in the same, but you expect that statue, but this one will take you by surprise, if you know nothing of the light on the hills, or the huge mountains, jutting up, over the interstate!  She is nothing to fear, and I love the little vignettes in the newspaper, commemorating births, weddings, deaths, conveyances of love, and other occasions that are marked with her blessings.  Very nice and righteous, dig it. 

Canadian Geese, EPA & the Largest Super Fund Clean-up, Berkeley Pit

Stan the man, asked me if I knew out the Canadian Snow Geese, that accidentally got lost in a dense fog, that hung over Butte, several years ago, and landed in the most toxic, deadly, water, not unknown for producing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, being born out of the toxic waste of mining days gone by.  I knew of the Berkeley Pit, the EPA, the Super Fund, the possibility of contaminating the drinking water in the Silver Bow area, but I had never heard of the snow geese incident.  He proceeded to tell me that several hundred geese in a flock, found a resting place, and a swim, for a night or so, during a very foggy night or day, losing sight of their honing skills, for fresh water, and got into the toxic waste of the infamous PIT!  After being exposed to the toxins, and having their feathers covered with the waste materials, from the mines, that are scary to foreigners and locals alike as water tables increase and threaten to spill over the sides, down the hills, with may thinking that the town were the Pit is, has already been contaminated, but, as these geese started to leave or fly away, for there destination, they started to die, mid-air, and came crashing to the pavement, the ground, on people's cars, hopefully not on their heads, but, nonetheless, a hundred or so, came falling out of the sky, help, the sky really is falling!

Butte residents, or the city was charged $100 per bird that dropped out of the sky . . . strange phenomena, I am sure . . . the environment is nothing to be messed with, and there is an eco-system that we need to be aware of, people's drinking water, lives, health, and other issues, that all come into play.  The almighty dollar, American greed, capitalism, and wealth, are all part of the American system, but so is protecting the environment.  Most Montanan's are aware, that the Montana State Constitution, is, I believe, that only state, that actually has a section of the Constitution, that is specifically deditated to protecting the environment, and for damn good reason, given their history, the pollutants connected with mining, timber, coal, oil, and other precious and semi-precious minerals.  Many of the Copper Kings of yesteryear, came, made the spoils, left towns decimated, streams, rivers, lakes, polluted, made their money and ran, taking most of it back east.  So, in light of the past, the history of exploitation, the devastation, and the damage to the environment, when the proponents of the 1972 revision of the Montana State Constitution, many protections were put in place to remedy, or prohibit some of these things from happening again.

I WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO ATTEND THE 40 YEAR CELEBRATION OF THE REVISED STATE CONSTITUTION, AT A CONVERSATIONS ON THE CONSTITUTION, HELD IN HELENA, CARROL COLLEGE, I THINK APRIL 14TH, 2012 . . . AND WHAT AN HONOR THAT WAS, TO RUB SHOULDERS WITH MANY OF THE PEOPLE WHO MARSHALED THAT GREAT EFFORT THROUGH, GAINING THE VOTE OF THE PEOPLE, AND WORKING HARD TO IMPROVE ON THE OLD CONSTITUTION! 

FIRE & BREW . . . I AM DETERMINED TO CELEBRATE ST. PATRICK'S DAY WITH THE IRISH IN BUTTE, THIS YEAR, MISSED IT BY A DAY LAST YEAR!

 

 
 

 











Wednesday, December 24, 2014

WHEN COPPER WAS KING--BUTTE, MONTANA WAS THE QUEEN CITY! WILLIAM A. CLARK & MARCUS DALY, (KOCH BROTHERS ARE THE COPPER KINGS OF TODAY) WITH EPIC BATTLES THEY FOUGHT, CLASHING OVER EVERYTHING FROM MINING, TO NEWSPAPERS, POLITICS, AND WHERE THE CAPITAL CITY SHOULD BE . . . BUTTE WAS THE NUMBER ONE PRODUCER OF COPPER IN THE WORLD; ANACONDA GOLD & SILVER MINE, WAS THE FOURTH LARGEST CORPORATION IN THE WORLD, BUTTE MAINTAINED 1,000 WORKING GIRLS, AT THE M&M BAR, WORLD FAMOUS, WAITRESSES PULLED DOWN $700 TO $800 IN TIPS A NIGHT, MOVIE STARS, COMICS, EVIL CANIVIL, AND OTHER HOLLYWOOD ENTERTAINERS, STOPPED IN THE BIGGEST CULTURE CENTER BETWEEN ST. LOUIS AND SAN FRANCISCO, HISTORY OF BUTTE, IS THE HISTORY OF AMERICA, ESPECIALLY FOR LABOR UNIONS . . . THE FIGHT BETWEEN CLARK AND DALY LED TO THE 17TH AMENDMENT, THAT CHANGED WHO SELECTED U.S. SENATORS FROM THE LEGISLATURE, TO THE PEOPLE, EVEN A CORRUPT CONGRESS, WOULD NOT SEAT CLARK, AFTER HE WON THE ELECTION BY HANDING OUT ENVELOPES WITH THOUSAND DOLLAR BILLS IN IT, BUYING THE VOTES FOR THE SENATE . . . WILD HISTORY, FUN TIMES, RACIALLY DIVERSE, AND CAN BE AGAIN, AFTER ATLANTIC PACIFIC BOUGHT THE ANACONDA MINE, MERELY FOR A TAX WRITE OFF, ENDING THE GILDED AGE IN MONTANA, BUTTE FELL ON HARD TIMES--BUT THE COPPER IS STILL THERE, AND THERE IS GOLD & SILVER IN THEM THERE HILLS, BOYS, WHERE ARE THE AMERICAN ROCK STARS OF THE 1920'S . . . BUTTE CAN SHINE AGAIN!

The Oldest Profession . . . Talked About the Other 3 Yesterday!

Two years ago, while I sat in the galleries overlooking the Montana Legislative House of Representatives, elected representatives from all over the state, debated whether to legalize prostitution, in the Bakken Oil Fields.  I was somewhat shocked, and interested, knowing little of Montana history, the treasures of the state, nor the new boom towns of eastern Montana, with their challenges of 100 men to 1 female, and the Department of Justice, FBI, and other law enforcement agencies, worried about the new money, making its way into drug and human body trafficking, as bus loads of girls, most sex slaves, have ventured a time or two on the streets of the oil boom towns, with workers, coming by train, bus, shuttles, planes, being in the cities for weeks, and then gone again, making it nearly impossible to track, investigate, track, arrest and try law breakers.  Butte in its heyday, kept 1,000 working girls busy, so dates have changed, times have, but challenges and issues for the Treasure State remain constant . . .

On my first day, in Montana, I went straight to the state capitol building and picked up a copy of the Montana State Constitution, to see if I liked, what the state was all about.  In my hotel, room, that night, there at the Jorgensen, I saw a 2012, campaign ad for Senator Tester, and really liked his message of non-partisan approaches to national problems, not knowing, or really caring whether he was a Democrat or Republican, this must have been March of 2012.  But, someone at the Capitol, told me that I needed to get in touch with his office, and help with the Citizens United case before the United States Supreme Court, and Tester's office, directed me to Andy, then Governor Bullock's, chief deputy assistant attorney general, handling the case . . . so I tried to contact him, but the office was busy with that case, and other people I was told to get in contact with, where busy with, then, Montana Attorney General's, election bid for governor of the state.  But as I did some research on the case, it was the first time, I had ever heard of the Copper Kings, corruption in state politics, and the history of anti-corruption laws, that would be at risk if the U.S. Supreme Court, were to do what they did, call corporations people, entitled to free speech, and that meant money as free speech to put unlimited monies into campaign contributions . . . overturning 100 years of Montana law!

Political Hot Button Issue, At Least Before I Left Utah, Was Trying to Change the 17th Amendment Back to the Way the Founding Fathers Originally Planned, Letting State Legislatures Select the Two State Senators

Getting into the history of Butte, the Copper Kings, especially Clark & Daly--Daly, whom by the way, was originally from Salt Lake City, Utah, bringing with him the Walker family fortune to purchase mining interests and eventually competed with Clark, from Pennsylvania . . . born in a log cabin, so all the kings were not from wealth, or families of eastern money and fame, like the Rockefeller's, the Heinz, or west coast families of fortune, George Hearst, father of Randolf Hearst.  Clark was small with sharp features and a cold manner.  He was a shrewd businessman with an eye for profit.  He arrived in Montana in 1863 and started buying up silver mines and stamp mills from owners who could not pay back their bank loans.  Eventually, Clark owned 13 copper and silver mines in Butte (and other mines across the west).  He also owned many other businesses, including banks, smelters, and utility companies.  Clark was politically ambitions, and his life goal was to serve in the U.S. Senate.  It soon became clear that he would do anything to get there. (Politics and the Copper Kings, p. 194 to 195).  LOL!

YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK MUCH FURTHER THAN CLARK TO SEE WHY CONGRESS CHANGED THE LAW, AND PASSED THE 17TH AMENDMENT!

Montana history, can give you a clue, as to why things had to change . . . the big money boys were in Montana, vying for industrial, financial, and political power, with their individual parties backing them.  I got so bad, that the legislature could not determine who to send, so both parties, just sent two each, for a total of four Senators . . . the United States Constitution, states that each state, no matter what the size, only has two senators.  That year Republicans controlled the U.S. Senate.  They seated the two Republican senators and sent the two Democrats--including William Clark--home!  Then next Senate election was in 1893.  By this time Clark wanted to be a U.S. senator so much that he was willing to bribe (offer illegal payments) the legislaotrs for their votes.  Daly wanted Clark defeated just as strongly.  He found out how much Clark had bribed each legislator, then paid each one the same amount to change his vote!

The United States Senate was so shocked, being corrupt itself, at the blatant corruption, bribery and buying of votes, that they deemed the 17th amendment undemocratic, decided to bring the government closer to the people, and decided, that is would be a lot harder to bribe a whole state population, rather than a few legislators, so there, folks, you have the rest of the story!  There is a national movement, a foot, wanting to get rid of the 17th amendment, you need look no further than Montana history, to see what was behind the amendment, and that it really is better to have the people vote, rather than the few hundred in the state houses of representatives, who are given to take bribes, practice corruption, and buy elections . . . Koch Brother, any thoughts on this one?

Clark & Daly Clashed--Location of the State Capitol

In one of my many trips back and forth between Montana and Utah, for about the first year and a half, while I was trying to kill my law practice in Utah, I heard something about, a fight between Butte and Helena, over which city was to be the capital city.  For some reason, until yesterday, I was under the assumption, that there was something like a miner's boot, or something, kind of like trophies that are passed between rival football teams, when one wins the other the trophy, no matter how strange it might be, like an old boot, had tremendous significance to the cities involved.  Ryan, the librarian, here at the Butte city library, that I believe, if memory serves from yesterday, was built in 1890, or parts of it were, and there is still a 1 cent gum machine on the second floor, that I love . . . now days, to get a bit of gum, you have to pay, 25 cents, and you get a whole mouthful, rather than just a taste, and you always have unwanted pennies, so my have gone to good use, while up here typing my blogs, but Ryan, looked puzzled at my idea of how the capital city was chosen, so he helped me pull some research, that you are now enjoying, hopefully, wild in and of itself, but, here is the real story . . .

State government is very important to the value of a city or town, because money pours into the community, pays for land and buildings, creates jobs in the area, and adds prestige to the town.  It also gives local residents constant access to their state leaders, which was important to business tycoons like Clark and Daly.  In 1892, voters were asked to choose between seven towns: Helena, Boulder, Bozeman, Butte, Deer Lodge, Great Falls, and Anaconda, this last one a town founded by Marcus Daly and named for his mining company.  None of the choices won the majority vote or more than half of the vote, but the two top cities were Anaconda and Helena.  So the next election, two years later, voters would decide between Helena and Anaconda, a perfect setup to pitch William A. Clark against Marcus Daly.

Once again, the copper kings battled to control the election.  Daly wanted the capital in his own town of anaconda, the site of his huge copper smelter.  but Clark had made a secret agreement with some Helena businessmen that he would support Helena as the capital if they would help him get elected to the u.S. Senate.  Once again, Clark and Daly applied all their resources to persuade voters.  They sponsored parades, speeches, and fireworks.  They distributed free cigars, drinks, and $5 bills to win people's loyalty.  Clark handed out miniature men's shirt collars made of copper to symbolize the stranglehold the Anaconda Mining Company would have on Montana if Anaconda won.  Daly opened Anaconda for Capital clubs across the state and turned them into social centers.  

Both men owned newspapers, and purchased them, strictly to have more influence, and paid editors to support their causes.  During this Christmas Season, the Montana Standard Newspaper, had included some vintage newsprint and pictures from the old, Butte Miner that Clark owned.  Daly owned the Anaconda Standard, and later purchased the Great Falls Tribune, many other small town weekly editors also took their orders from Clark and Daly.  It was a close election, with Helena winning, 27,028, to 25,118.  Later is was said that Clark had spent nearly $500,000 on the capital fight and that Daly had spent more than $2.5 million.  Since only 52,000 men could vote, the two copper kins had spent $56 (equal to $1,356 today) per voting man!  Amazing . . .  Clark was considered a hero in Helena, by campaigning for its election as the state capital, instead of Anaconda.  Clark made it to the U.S. Senate, but this was the time the Congress refused to seat him!  He did, later win, but had a lack luster term of office . . .

Some Fun Facts, Stories, Folklore I Picked Up Over Dinner at the Butte Rescue Mission . . . Rescued Me, after Vegas Fiasco . . . Thanks!

I was excited to learn about Butte, which has so many connections to politics, money, cases, corruption, bribes, challenges for boom towns, connections back to Utah, and the battle over the 17th amendment, that is still brewing in many states across the country, and I started talking to the locals, many who have been around long enough to have seen the boom days, worked a the famous M&M Bar, had tales of Indians slitting throats right in front of her at this wild bar, then just sitting and waiting for the police to show up.  If my friend, who is related to Clark, and explorer team Lewis and Clark, was a bit hesitant to tell me anything, because she thought I was making fun of her ancestor, Clark . . . I handed her the research from the Politics and Copper Kings, a Century of Transformation, hand out, where I got a lot of this information, and showed her a picture of her relative, and told her, I thought he was awesome and a real player, not only in influencing state politics, but national as well, LOL!  I love colorful characters, Butte is full of them, as is most of Montana, but the history, the times, the mines, the money, the labor unions, the labor disputes, the movie stars, this history is brimming with excitement, glory, triumph and entertainment.

LARGE AFRICAN AMERICAN POPULATION

Can you imagine, this woman, in her mid-sixties, literally had to have two body guards, to work as a waitress, and she was banging down, $700 to $800 per night, by today's standards, what a couple of thousand a night . . . not bad.  She told me she had to fight off the working gals, for those of you who don't know what I am referring to, it was prostitutes.  Butte was the biggest city in Montana at the time.  A Deacon from the Episcopal Church, came to give us a scripture and message, before a great dinner, and he was also a member of the Butte Historical Society, and filled me in on some cool stuff too.  There was a large black population here in Butte, they even had 4 of their own newspapers, worked in the mines, pulling down the wages everyone else was.  I find that somewhat shocking, since, today, there are not many blacks in Montana, however, one of my black lovers, mystery man, was from here, back east originally, and took me to see some of the trails in the mountains around here, the ones that the Historic--Scenic Drive Committee, c/o Parks & Recreation Department is asking locals, to divulge where their favorite trails are, with a map, so that tourists, can share and do what Montanans do on their time off, hike, bike and fish in the mountains of the Greater Butte Silver Bow Area, which is unique, and many came to see the beauty of the area, that many Buttians take for granted. 

100,000 CHINESE, MANY LIVING IN UNDERGROUND TUNNELS, THAT WENT FROM HOMES TO UNDERGROUND MINES . . . CHINESE MAFIA FROM BUTTE HAD TO CLEAR ALL CHINESE EMIGRANTS COMING HERE

My local friend, related to Clark, said that the M&M Bar, was eventually taken over by the mafia, who she said was big in this town . . . and they generally migrate to boom towns to get in on the action, well, the Chinese mafia, was not different.  There was a Chinese mafia, leader known as a Tong, who was so powerful in Butte, that any Chinese citizen, who wanted to come to America, not just Butte, had to be cleared and approved by the mafia leaders here!  Butte had the second largest population of Chinese in the country, second only to the San Francisco China Town.  Butte had a ton of Irish--the Deacon told me that Butte was the largest supporter of the IRA in the world.  Every country on the earth had people in Butte, especially the European countries.

Wanna Know the History of American Labor Unions, Look To Butte!

Daly, who originally owned the Anaconda Mining Company, was a kind of like good local boy, who understood the miners, their issues and took care of them; however, after he died, another breed of American capitalist and industrialist took over the running of the mines, and it became a business, rather than a family.  Men were paid $3.65 per day, this was a company town.  As relations, conditions in the mine, and tempers boiled, labor unions formed, to take on management.  Eventually the Butte miners strike happened, and during World War I, the United States Government turned against in Butte, making up the Butte Mining Union, which was the largest union in the world at the time, and was under Irish leadership.  

J.D. Ryan, of Standard Oil, in 1914, against the wishes of the BMU, fired 500 Finish miners, which led to riots, protests, and the blowing up of union buildings and threatening the union leaders.  Then disaster hit Butte and the mines, with 400 men down in the mines, there was a damaged cable, that led to fire and poison, killing 168 miners, trapped in the mines, being the world's worst mining disaster to date.  Those who went in to discover bodies, survivors, and whatever, found that the miners fingers were literally ground to the bones on their knuckles where they had tried to claw their was out of the underground tunnels.

After the disaster, the BMU, made 7 demands . . . I only got 6 of them, from the video I was watching, called, I believe, When Copper Was King, but here are the demands of the labor union: (1) recognition of the importance of mining, copper was in everything, is today also; (2) abolish right to work laws, making it illegal for unions to stop someone from going to work, crossing strike lines; (3) wages of $6.00 per day; (4) safety signs and features in the mines; (5) escape routes out of all tunnels in the mines; and (6) if I am reading my illegible notes, something about manholes, or another means of escape, when disaster hits.  Even after 168 men were killed in the disaster, the management of Anaconda, said, no to all their demands, and the the strike was called!

15,000 STRIKING MINERS PARALYZED THE MIGHTY ANACONDA

Picket signs said that Anaconda was funded by German agents, strike bulletins, wanted the comfort of rights, respect, fair wages, safety, and the rallying cry was, that a man is worth more than a mule!  The company has to feed the mules, and it costs them for the mules, not so with the men who work in the mines.  The miners than had to face off against the federal government, as producers of strategic metals, the miners didn't want to work with England, whom they considered war crazy, Europeans, and they would have to fight side by side with the Brits, whom many of the Irish saw as an ethical issue.  Later, the union leaders and strikers, and the biggest labor union in the world, was crushed by its own government, as acts of treason and sedition were levied against union and strike members, prosecuting them like criminals, with the National Guards being brought in to force the miners back to work!

A sad moment in Montana history, when their own Montana legislature, joined, rather than support the labor unions, saying they were going against the government, the Constitution, the American flag, and the uniforms their military were wearing.  Butte miners, were, along with pressure from the federal government, tired for treason and sedition.  To this day, miners, union men, in Butte, carry nothing but honor . . .

I can attest to that, as I was riding the bus this morning, we passed a local store, somewhere near McDonalds, I think, and the Christmas scene in the window, was of a pissed off miner, carrying his pick and hammer, and a mining hat with a light on top, and on a march of some sort, and sharing the same wall, was Santa Clause . . . mining brought good times to Butte, and it can again.  There is rumor afoot, that a New Zealand company is trying to buy the mine, and reopen it . . . I would prefer an American company, given the rich history of this towns' mining culture, and really being the history of American industrial development and rise in world power, American jobs, are always preferred, and Americans loyal to our way of life . . . but, as a close second, New Zealand would not be bad.  Hopefully something happens, if not, get the tourist here!

Every Town Has A Story . . . This is Butte's!

The Black Mine Frames, Still Dot the Butte Skyline, The Architecture of the Buildings and Homes, Tell of Prosperous Times . . . And the Copper is Still in Demand, Worldwide . . . So What is the Problem?



Tuesday, December 23, 2014

THE CIA TELLS ITS SIDE OF THE STORY: GRIMES FAIRY TALES (JUDGE CARTOON, THE MONTANA STANDARD) LOL! ME, TRUE DETECTIVE & SATAN. THREE TALES OF THREE PROFESSIONS, MINUS THE OLDEST PROFESSION IN THE WORLD . . . THE CLERGY, THE PHYSICIANS, & THE LAWYERS: (1) THE CLERGY IS TO HEAL THE SPIRIT; (2) THE PHYSICIAN IS TO HEAL THE BODY; AND (3) THE LAWYER IS TO HEAL RELATIONSHIPS. POPE FRANCIS IS DOING HIS PART TO HEAL THE SPIRIT, AND HE IS STARTING THE HOUSE CLEANING IN THE INNER SANCTUMS OF THE CURIA, IN THE VATICAN--FRANCIS GREETED THE CURIA, BUT THERE WAS LITTLE CHRISTMAS CHEER IN THE ROOM! LOL! CHRIST CAME TO HEAL THE SICK, NOT THE WELL, AND THE ALLEGED WELL, CAN'T HEAL THE MASSES, IF THEY ARE SICK THEMSELVES--ALL CHURCHES NEED TO LOOK DEEPLY AT THEMSELVES FIRST. PHYSICIANS, OVERALL, ARE DOING A PRETTY GOOD JOB, WITH MANY DEALING WITH EBOLA, AT THEIR OWN RISK OF LIFE, A RECENTLY GETTING THE HONORED AS TIME MAGAZINE'S PEOPLE OF THE YEAR, AND RIGHTLY SO--WAY COOL ABOUT HARVARD MEDICAL SCHOOL, DIE-INS, SAYING KILLLING BLACK MEN, IS A PUBLIC HEALTH RISK, AND BEING WILLING TO TAKE THE TIME TO PROTEST, LEAD OTHERS. LAWYERS, MANY DO ANYTHING BUT, HEAL RELATIONSHIPS, FOR IT IS IN THEIR MONITARY INTERESTS, NOT TO, TO CONTINUE THE FIGHT, ALL THE WAY TO THE U.S. SUPREME COURT IF NECESSARY . . . THAT WAS NOT TRADITIONALLY YOUR ROLE. WE HAVE AN ADVESARIAL RELATIONSHIP IN COURT, BUT THERE IS PLENTY OF TIME BEFORE GOING TO BATTLE IN A TRIAL, TO SETTLE THINGS, AMIABLY, AND IF YOU KNOW THE LAW IS NOT ON YOUR CLIENT'S SIDE, TELL THEM, BEFORE THEY SPEND A SHIT LOAD OF MONEY . . . LOOK FOR WIN, WIN, RESULTS. PRESIDENT OBAMA, IS HEALING RELATIONSHIPS WITH CUBA, CAME TO AN AGREEMENT WITH CHINA ON CARBON EMMISSIONS AND CLIMATE CONTROL, IS TRYING TO REMEDY IMMIGRATION POLICIES, HEAL THE WOUNDS OF THOSE WHOM ARE HAVING THEIR FAMILIES TORN APART BY THE OLD ARCHAIC POLICIES OF CENTURIES PAST, WHEN FAMILY BY FAMILY CAME ACROSS THE BOARDERS AND OCEANS . . . THAT WAS BEFORE DRUG CARTELS, GOVERNMENT CORRUPTION, ACID BATHS AND BEHEADINGS BY LA FAMILIA, OR THE HARD-CORE MEXICAN MAFIA . . . NOT PRECLUDING OTHER MAFIAS, THAT ARE EQUALLY AS BRUTAL. AMERICA GIVES FAMILIES HOPE, AND WE DON'T WANT IT ANY OTHER WAY. IN THE NEWSPAPER TODAY, THERE IS A GREAT ARTICLE ON PRESIDENT OBAMA, USING 2014, TO GET THINGS DONE; EXECUTIVE ORDERS ARE NOT HIS PREFERRED WAY OF DOING THINGS, HOWEVER, WITH THE DO NOTHING CONGRESS OF THE LAST FEW YEARS, HE HAS RESORTED TO DOING ALL HE COULD. HIS PREDECESSORS, A REPUBLICAN CONTROLLED CONGRESS, MAY DISMANTLE ALL THE GOOD, HE HAS DONE, BUT AS LEAST HE CAN LEAVE A LEGACY OF TRYING TO HEAL RELATIONSHIPS! THANK YOU, FOR DOING YOUR PROFESSION WELL. I OFTEN JOKE, THAT I WENT TO LAW SCHOOL, TO LEARN TO BREAK THE LAWS, OR TO GET THINGS DONE RIGHT . . . THERE IS ALWAYS A LOOP HOLE, AN EXCEPTION, OR A GLARING DOOR OR HOLE IN THE LEGAL WALL TO WALK RIGHT THROUGH, EXECTIVE ORDERS ARE THAT WAY, THEY ARE MESSY, THEY APPEAR TO BE UNCONSTITUTIONAL, BUT THERE ARE OVERLAPS BETWEEN THE THREE BRANCES OF GOVERNMENT, SHADES OF GRAY . . . GIVE THE APPROPRIATE BRANCH ROOM TO DO THEIR DUTY, THEN MOVE ON OVER AND GET-R-DONE! OVERALL A GOOD YEAR FOR AMERICA, BE GRATEFUL!

True Detective & the Voice of Satan

Last week, before leaving Missoula, and venturing down to warmer weather and Las Vegas, for my brief, but eventful stay, I was trying to watch the third episode of season one, in the new, well new to me, not a TV watcher, series, True Detective, produced and starring Matthew McCaunahey and Woody Harrilson, which is can say I am hooked from just the music, the setting, the intro, the haunting nature of the bayou, and Louisiana . . . the satanic ritual of the first killing, the naked girl, kneeling over, kind of like in prayer, with her head in a nest of some sort, with deer horns attached to her head, as if a crown, and small triangular bird like-looking cages, that are some sort of symbol to ward off evil spirits or bring them in this case . . . very much, leads to the mystery of the deep south, with roots in Cajun, and French cultures, with voodoo, blood lettings of chicken sacrifices, and other strange religious rituals, that make the move, I think, based on the real True Detective, the real guy, whom, I believe had solved over 368 murder cases, ID Network, or some insane amount, during his career in law enforcement, and set many of the standards for homicide investigations . . . amazing feat, in and of itself.

My mystery and fascination with the law, in Louisiana, started, back when I was an legal intern with Americans United for Life, in Chicago, the first time I was exposed to the law, statutes, and state differences, on a broad and national scale.  Any law we dealt with, had to be researched in all fifty states, since we were the clearing house for legislation and court battles across the nation, dealing this life issues, like abortion, assisted suicide, sperm bank laws, artificial insemination--one doc, impregnated 72 women with his seed, not the selected, hybrid vigor the women selected, funniest thing I ever saw, was a family tree, with 72 babies with ugly old doctors face on all of them, and we handled any tangentially related issues.  

The thing that struck me in my research, was that most states, had relatively similar laws, based on British common law, constitutional law, with many issues arising under King George, and addressing grievances with the government over the American colonies.  However, Louisiana, had laws that had origination in Creole, Cajun and French roots, so you never knew what type of strange aberration of the normal legal system and related laws, you would find, but it was always, fun, entertaining, and insightful, to compare what Louisiana Legislatures did with the issues the rest of the country, just copied, one state, with a good idea, and being modified for political locals, but remaining very similar in content, nature, elements of the law, punishments, and exceptions . . . take that and throw it in a bag, and mix is up, and you might, come close to a law that at least had the same title, or close, but everything else was different.  It seems to me, that just recently, Louisiana, decided to join their American neighbor states, and let go of this foreign legal system they had used, and chose to ride along with the rest of the 50 states, who basically copy each other . . . not bad, but the truth.

Satan & Me, Watching Episode 3--Visual, But No Sound, Other Than a Strange, Slow, Language I Didn't Know, Commenting

So, back to the strange event at St. Patrick's Hospital, while watching True Detective.  Okay, so I am already creeped out by this scene of the naked woman, with the deer horns on her head, so it didn't take much to bring me around to sheer terror.  Okay, the normal introduction is played, a recap of the scenes from episode 2, where the two detectives, find out that the girl, a former prostitute, had recently become active in this small southern revivalist church, out in the sticks.  Even in southern Utah, as I traveled the state presenting on domestic violence, and related issues, I would see, real remote houses, in disrepair, isolation and wonder, what crimes, atrocities, and horrors took place in those homes, with nobody watching . . . sometimes, cops from across the state, would tell me some of the horror stories, that I never needed to be convinced of  . . . one young 14 year old hitch-hiker, picked up by a couple of Utah rednecks, was taken to a place, an old trailer, she was raped, her breasts had been cut off, as well as her hands and feet, if I recall, and she was buried alive, according to autopsy reports, in a shallow grave . . . as I came home from Thanksgiving in St. George, Utah, a small grave marked the place, I thought this horror story might have taken place, some 20 years earlier . . . she may have been discovered by highway patrol, but I think sheriffs told me about it, some from Castledale, I think . . . but, I am already horrified, haunted, believe these people who do these things, are possessed, and deranged, but I was never prepared for what happened last week.

After all the introduction, recap, and all, the episode is playing, but there is no sound, like in the beginning . . . and I could hear, this deep, beyond baritone, voice, slow, methodical, other world language, or something you might hear in the Exorcist Movies, but there is nothing alarming, just really very strange, so low key, that I thought, it was some new artistic TV stunt, to show the satanic nature of the religious revival that was taking place in the traveling tent, with worshipers, seeming possessed themselves, while the detectives just watched.  But as the series and scenes progressed, and all I could hear was like this bizarre voice, like discussing the events of the show with me, but sounding more and more, as I listen to him, like he was in some huge underground cavern, with a few worshipers of his own, gargling in unison, as if agreeing with him.  After about a half hour, I thought, is God trying to tell me something, about this religious experience, or the girls, you keep seeing the girls,double flanking the guys, two to one, wearing old fashioned dresses, much like the ones you see down in southern Utah, as part of the polygamist cults, and I wondered if this was a message from God that this stuff, was entirely of man's making, and satanic at best.  Finally, it dawned on me, that this was just me and my uninvited guest watching this episode, that never did go back to the normal sound, so I got creeper out, and got off, still puzzled, as to what that was, or just who is was?

Pope in Critique of Vatican Bureaucrats . . . Gotta Love Him!

I am just going to bullet a recap of his remarks, that are classic, warranted, with merit, and powerful speech:
  • Francis issued a blistering indictment of the Vatican bureaucracy Monday, accusing the cardinals, bishops and priests who serve him of using their Vatican careers to grab power and wealth, of living "hypocritical" double lives and forgetting that they're suppose to be joyful men of God
  • Francis had some singers:
    • How the "terrorism of gossip" can "kill the reputation of our colleagues and brothers in cold blood"
    • How cliques can "enslave their members and become a cancer that threatens the harmony of the body: and eventually kill it off by "friendly fire"
    • How some suffer from "spiritual Alzheimer's," forgetting what drew them to the priesthood in the first place
  • Francis is making good on his name sake, St. Francis of Assisi, who threw off the riches of his father, wore sake cloth and asses, set up a country side church, live a humble Shepherd's life, much like Christ, being a shepherd of men, in following Christ admonition to be fishers of men, going after the lost sheep, and the worth of a soul.  He and several of his fellow disciples in Christ, went up to the Vatican, and prostrate themselves, in front of all the power, the money, the wealth of the Vatican and their myriads of bishops, priests, and cardinals, in their robes of fine silk, many of whom looked down their noses on these humble servants of Christ . . . the Pope, took his ring off his hand, took St. Francis and had him stand, put the ring on his hand, and turned to reprimand, those in Rome, and stated that this man was the one doing the work, they were suppose to be doing, and that was done to the shock, and disdain, of the clergymen of power.
Every church, with the responsibility, the power, the authority, the mandate, to heal the souls of men, keepers of their spirits, needs to think, often, look inside often, do a self critique, a self examination of the motives, the desires, the intents, and the goals of their churches.  The physicians and lawyers, deal more with the earthly life, which 8is critical at times too, but, the soul, the element of man that transcends this life, and goes on to heaven or hell, is definitely an arena, that Satan, whom I have given little credit to in my life, that is until we watched True Detective together, but wondered if God, through his means of communicating with me, and mine with you, wanted you to be aware, as in this TV series, that we can be brainwashed, led astray by the very people who are claiming to save our souls . . . I remember watching a 48 Hours, true crime show, that may have been exactly this case, where the church had gotten into satanic ritual sexual abuse, and even baby sacrifices.  Religion is a scary thing, more good and more bad, has come from religion, that any other source, the Inquisitions, the witch trials, the current jihads wars of the middle-east, killing in the name of Allah?  I would venture a guess that more people have been killed in the name of religion, than for any other cause.

Physicians Seem to Be a Pretty Solid Group Overall . . . But?

As an English major, I was schooled in the area of critical thinking, and by no means do I want to give physicians a free pass, on this . . . because I have heard a few dooseys of my own, working with other assistant attorney generals, who were over physician licensing that told me a few horror stories, that I will just throw out, so the docs don't feel left out, we all need to police our own professions, and take out the bad apples, to save the whole bunch.  So, here we go.  There was this physician named, Harlan, in Ogden, Utah, he was one of the elite, plastic surgeons, and was cleaver enough, to make himself, judgement proof, but he was alsays getting into some type of legal wrangling over something to do with his patients . . . you know when you are god, and can transform an average woman into a starlet, and believe me I am shocked a what a fake parir of boobs will do for a woman, sister, case in point, trumps a law degree, and honors out the ying-yang, cuold have just taken some time off to visit old, Dr. Harlan . . . forgive me if I get my stories crossed, but he deserves in regardless of whether this story is truly his, or one of his colleagues.

This is hearsay, coming from a friend in the AGs office, she told me, that Harlan or this other doc, was having an affair with one of his patients, and he was trading sex for drugs.  So when Mrs. X, was coming in for her weekly exam, rather than do a pelvic exam with his hands or his steel, instruments, those scary things that women had to have implanted up them to check to see something, Harlan was using his penis, for the exam, and quite to the satisfaction of his female patient, who then in turn, would get her fix, of drugs, prescription drugs, and be on her merry way, until next week, to fill the doctor's addictions, while feeding her own.  Well, this woman developed a conscience, or the cops, nurses, or someone was onto the once a week pelvic exams, and put some heat on the small fish, drug king pin style, to get her to turn over on the big fish, who was probably doing pelvics and drugs for more than one patient, a wicked apetite thing . . . you know.

When Mrs. X, told the doctor, that she was done with the relationship, he somehow, maybe through one last, deluxe pelvic treatment, was able to do a female circumcision on her, painful, I would guess, but maybe they were into S&M, but he was able to cut off her external female sex organs, the O.J. excuse, if I can't have her, nobody can . . . , and was also, able to stitch her up.  Now how you do that without putting someone under anesthesia, I don't know.  It is not a simple, no pain procedure, that can be carried out while someone is unaware, of what is going on.  Therefore, is must be concluded, Watson, that the woman was drugged, earlier than normal, a freebie, on the side, separate from the normal prescription, and the operation was performed.  The guy who did this, was being gone after to remove his license . . . I would think, criminal charges, prosecution would be in order too, that is criminal in nature, and almost of the worst means, through a person of trust, much like a clergy, making them being held to a higher standard of care, I would think?

The Killing God-Doc . . . Mercy Killings?

While I was general counsel for the Utah Medical Association, I was approached by one of the doctors, from Davis County, a member of the UMA, who wanted me to defend him, in a charge of 18 homicides, for putting patients under his care to sleep, or using drugs, or induced death . . . a Dr. Kevorkian, if you will.  I was glad to tell him, as I was with all the docs, who found themselves in trouble, that I was general counsel, not individual counsel, and they needed a private attorney, for private issues . . . nice set up.  Through other doc issues, I had become acquainted with several malpractice defense attorneys, who handled the slice-n-dice gang, of docs who took medical experimentation a bit beyond the normal realm of medical practice, by any one's standards.  I think, the death toll, continued to rise, and ended up somewhere at about 25 potential homicides, as the case wore on, or the doctor's ego, refused to admit wrong doing, or the god complex, continued to escalate, as the investigation proceeded. 

It was during that time, that I was poisoned, therefore, I am not sure what the outcome of the case was, it may have been that he had his license revoked, but was not charged with murder, is what seems to come to mind, this was some 15 years ago, so, not too fresh and a lot of water under the bridge.  But, in all professions, there are the ones who would hurt the reputations of the many and the good, so it is in any one's best interest in a particular profession to clean house, when there are problems, as the Pope is doing now.

My Own Profession, How Do I Count the Ways?

Read the rest of this blog, for an insight, too much to write.  But, when I was coming back from Las Vegas, I sat by a very lovely older woman, whom we found out, had been a legal clerk for my great-uncle, United States Federal District Judge for the District of Utah, Judge Sherman A. Christensen, sharing her services, with the famous, or infamous, U.S. District Court Judge, Wallis RitterLong before I knew much about the law, my famous great uncle, and lofty legal positions of power, I heard of Judge Ritter, due to his reputation as a cantankerous, crotchety old federal judge, who reprimanded most attorneys, reminding them often, only the facts, gentlemen and ladies, only the facts, keeping the process in his courtroom, clean, efficient, and under his control  . . . Sherm was much nicer, and didn't have that old law school, professor, attitude of the Paper Chase Movie, of the 70's, I believe.  Professor Ray Jay Davis, of BYU law school, fame, was much the same type of guy, he was raising the bar, and he knew it, and his did it with a strict hand. 

It was fun, to talk to this woman, a piece of legal history in Utah, much as my great-uncle, and I would venture a guess his notorious great-niece, might have a hand in legal history too, for good or bad, being instrumental in bringing cases like Brock et al v. Herbert et al, securities case, or Cheek et al vs. Garrett et al, Iron County corruption case; State v. Lameroueax, Japanese Mafia, Neo Nazi, National Guard/Iron County Sheriff connections . . . and many more, in addition to award winning manuals, adapted by Department of Justice, for Human Body Trafficking, to asset forfeiture kills in the Utah Legislature, to the take down, or at least indictments of two former Utah Attorney Generals.  No, I have plenty to say, about the cleansing of the legal system from cops, to prosecutors, to judges, and beyond up to and including federal level cops, prosecutors and judges.  But most of that has been addressed in this blog, the best thing I have ever done politically, legally, and sanity wise, giving me a voice, to express concerns, give scathing critiques, as the Pope, and do my best to protect a system I love. 

Former Cop, Turned Truck Driver . . . 9 out of 10 Cops Corrupt

As me and his guy, plus, later, my CIA tracker, whom I ditched in Butte, when he failed to get on his bus to Missoula as planned, when the terminal owner, allegedly, another CIA, agent, came and asked all of us, where were were going, as if it was any of his business . . . I said I was kicking around Butte for awhile, and tracker boy, whom I suspected, lived up to my hunch, didn't get on the bus to home, decided to kick it with me for a few days, and even tried to head me off on the bus he thought I took to ditch him, when I told him I was going to get breakfast at the diner across the street, which is exactly what I said, but they are also used to me giving them misinformation, so he took the bait and ran to head off the bus, he thought I had just gotten on, as I slide around the building . . . can you imagine the CIA wasting this kind of time and assets on little old me?  Whoooops, I forgot about recycling the news or the cartoon, that might be seen by 40,000, now millions . . . . Lol, my time is up, here at the Butte City Library, downtown. 

Love Your Profession . . . Keep It Clean, Keep It On Target!

I LOVE THE LAW, TRYING TO CLEAN IT UP!   

























Monday, December 22, 2014

ST. GEORGE, SHOCKS & STRUTS . . . RETURNING TO THE SCENES OF THE CRIMES: (1) A NO SHOW BY COUSIN; (2) HITS IN THE LAS VEGAS BUS TERMINAL & THE PLAZA CASINO; (3) TRIP INTO MEMORY LANE, DRIVING UP THROUGH THE GORGE BETWEEN BEAVER DAM AND ST. GEORGE; (4) MEETING A FORMER LAW CLERK OF MY GREAT-UNCLE SHERMAN A. CHRISTENSEN, COMPARING THE SIGNS OF THE TIMES; AND (5) DITCHING THE TRAIL OR SHADOW, IN BUTTE, MONTANA . . . AND OTHER FUN TALES!

Life, Sure as Hell is Not Boring!

As many of you trim your Christmas tree, shop for those last minute presents, and wrap the final presents to place under your Christmas tree, with chestnuts, roasting, on an open fire, and folks dressed up like Eskimos, there are others of us, with a much different life, by choice, by force, by lifestyle, or being driven by something different than the nice, all American dream, dreaming of a white Christmas.  Last Friday, I believe as I hit my fifteen minute shopping spree, within a two block or so area, doing record time, and headed for the post office, on Meridian, in downtown, Kalispell, Montana, I mentioned to the bus driver, that my Christmas would be over in 15 minutes, indicating to him, that once the presents are in the mail, I am on to the next phase of my life, and that is ringing in the new year, which, at this time in the old year, I am ready to set those new goals, climb those new mountains, and search for meaning, in this often mean and cruel world of ours, looking for light, love, peace, kindness, hope, and a sense of purpose, that rarely evades me.

Shortly after a happy thought, that Christmas has been accomplished one more year, not being one for all the drama, pomp and ceremonies, that most live for at this time of the year, mentioning to a fellow passenger on the bus, that I have a world to save, and I don't have time for Christmas, not to be mistaken, that I don't have time for Christ, per se, for that is far from the truth, and distinguishing Christmas from Christ, tinsel from trust, in his earthly mission, and belief in his eternal salvation . . . very different, in deed, from ribbons and bows, and the sentimentality of Christmas.  Just as patriotism, is not flag waving, but a life long commitment to the basic principles and concepts of freedom and liberty, rights and protections, Christianity, is a life long commitment to discipleship, and dedication to a Christian life, with Jesus as our exemplar, as he says, Come follow me . . . as we take up our cross and follow him, his ways, and learn his thoughts, and his ways are not our ways, I am more and more convinced each passing day . . .

Lunch at the Granite Peak Grill, Then Hit the Shuttle to Las Vegas 

Generally, I am a very decisive person, with goals, mile posts, and signs to indicate, I am moving in the direction, with my task oriented mindset, in sight, and each step of the way is in furtherance of that destinationHowever, for the last two and a half years, since getting my planned life, as an attorney, grandmother, etec., with two homes, yanked out from under my feet, leaving me reeling, and free falling for the last, almost three years, I have been less decisive, that in years gone by, so it was in that state that I left, Montana, just days after taking the shuttle from Missoula, to Kalispell, to check on renting a room at a resort, motel, Beest Western Inn & RV Park, in Columbia Falls, finding out that I needed to be on a waiting list for the size room I wanted, rather than pay another $200 per month, for a room, with a kitchenette, that I was sure, having eaten out for the last 20 years, that I would neither use, shop for, nor cook in, and the money would be better spent in entertainment or travel, as is usually the case, with this wandering gypsy of a soul.

My cousin, my exact age, and close all of our lives, had been wanting me to come live in Las Vegas, set up shop together, and work on some of our common goals, dancing, fun, more money than we currently have, and pursuing the opposite sex, which, won out over even seeing me this time.  I thought, I am going to give this thing just one more chance, thinking about even sitting for the Nevada bar exam, making my legal existence in the state, a reality, rather than applying for a pro hoc vita, or approval from the bar, and sponsorship by a licensed attorney, in the state.  So, I thought, after three years, of licking my wounds from Utah, healing a bit, with the help of the state of Montana, I was ready to put the boxing gloves back on and venture into the animal world of practicing law in Vegas, where I already had a name, not face, recognition, for my work with Thomas G. Vail, suing the Las Vegas Review Journal, state of Nevada, those connected with the licensing, investigations, and prosecutions of securities and insurance in the state, Pioneer Insurance, taking the Insurance commissioner out, after one conversation with the now, legal counsel of the Governor Sandavol, all until, the CIA, had lunch with my client, had a double step in and seal the deal on all my work, and cut me out of the deal, the money, all done by e-filing and phone calls.

So, my interests were switching from Montana, where I have tried to serve, help when needed, explore, live and breath, the mountains for a while, not to mention getting colder and colder by the day, with the heat of Las Vegas, at least calling me for about 6 months, and go for all the gusto, hitting this old/new adventure right in the heart, and give it my all, wanting to never regret, that I didn't take advantage of any gift horse looking me in the mouth.  My, my, how quick, a man's interest's shift, with a new lover in his life . . . let me put it this way, the penis won, I never even saw him in the almost 36 hours I was in the state, the writing was on the wall, when he didn't jump at the opportunity, most of which, I had balked at, taking the bar exam and all, and was willing to forgo, love of my own, in Montana, not a sure thing, by any stretch, but definitely willing to watch, work, and go for that, if nothing worked on the passion and rive, the ambitious side of my interests . . . let's put it this way, I was willing to reinvent myself, and go for broke, rocking Vegas for real, in my person, this time!

A Clear Crossing of the Line, From a Maybe to a Foe


And that change may have thrown, water, on my fire . . . cousin, is wrapped up in the family conspiracy to make baby sis, me, or friends, the flavor of the day, and with me, getting my guns back, plans were not going to work, to control me, cuz is a control freak--and his job is to control me, note my movements, and alert the family mafia, when things get out of control, don't go as planned, or my plans change, long been so, but, with me, you are innocent, until proven guilty, even though, I knew the eventual outcome of my trust, would be betrayal, I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt; and, as in every venture I go into, all balz out, and I am all about business, a workaholic, once that side of me kicks in, and it was coming . . . like a hurricane!  Edward, disappeared for at least 24 hours, with no contact, getting instructions from the big boys, Uncle Dick and his father, my dad's closest ally all his life, with a law degree himself, just not accredited, but a smart man, much, more thoughtful and patient than my father, a strategist, with family honor, name, my money, and reputations, plus liberty interests at stake for the whole Southwick crew, who are involved, eyeball deep in this huge heist, that would amount to about a billion dollars, given my son's music, and all my legal ventures, cases, manuals, legislation, this blog, etc., a coup de ta if you will. 

You would think, after writing emails, inviting me down, even getting furniture, to make the bachelor's pad, more hostistible, even with a new girlfriend, unless the profit motive working with me, was nullified by the added incentive, to turn on a cousin, whom had shared so much with, from our early years, to college, and after, up to and including escapades in the single and dancing scene in Nevada.  I had always, been a top priority for Edward, but that was clearly not the case this time.  In his favor, I just dropped in, but, I had always dropped in, knowing that the most dangerous time for me, is when I am in route somewhere, and can disappear wtiout out a trace, so not notifiying anyone of my travel plans, and just showing up, so that a cell phone alert is not given my enemies a heads up, that the timing for a hit, disappearance or detention of some sort, would be most easily accomplished, without friends, family, or acquaintances, present.  So, showing up on a door stop is nothing new, but his reaction has been, the last two times, I have come, in fact, that invitations seem to be due to some sort of trap, or way to occupy my time, diverting my attention from plans, to fun, or wiine tasting, or other interests, that are mere time fillers.  The marked, quick trip to Beaver Dam, or rather to meeting with the masterminds of this family steal, cover-up, and theft of identity.

Suspicious Black Man with the $300 Pair of Shoes

So, I am sitting at the bus terminal, just waiting for Edward to call me, so we can get on with the new business venture, we were embarking on, or I thought we were . . . and this black, middle to old age man, came up out of the blue and sat on the back bench of the waiting room, with more than ample seats, elsewhere, so that seemed a bit odd to start with.  So, soon, I got up and hit the restrooms, giving me a nice excuse to change locations, further from this suspect of being up to no good.  After waiting for a phone call for about three hours, with this guy periodically looking at me, or basically, looking at me through, what was suppose to be closed eyelids, and after I helped an older Hispanic woman deal with a missed bus, and frustrated travel plans, I, just up, grabbed my shit, and booked it out of the terminal, for food, and a better night in the casino.  I didn't notice, that this man, had followed me out, probably being taken by surprise, that I just up and walked out.

Hustled away, actually wanting to ditch any thought of him doing what I thought he was waiting for me to fall asleep, to do.  And as I walked past the front of the bus terminal, on Main street, crossed the street, to the Plaza Casino, and one of my favorite pizza places, in the casino, that I always frequent, when dealing with bus travel or waiting for Edward to come pick me, up, which is generally as soon as he hears I am in town, not 36 hours or never later, but just as I grabbed, the door, opening it to walk inside the casino, this same black man, with the $300 pair of boots, and rather nice, but trying to be homeless or a bus traveler guy, tries to get my attention, with a question . . . so the three hours or more in the bus terminal, was just not enough time to ask me some fucking question, not buying it . . . but he said, are you from in town?  Do ya think?  If I was from in town, I wouldn't be sitting their for hours waiting for someone to pick me up!  Luckily, for me, I just quickly dismissed his attempt to get me to stay outside the casino, and talk to him!

I didn't even miss a beat, flung the door open, dismissed his stupid means of trying to stop my entrance into a new place with tons of witnesses, to his antics!  Hit averted, once again, those shoes, just too damn nice, inaction for hours, and jumping on me the second I bolt for the door, actually chasing me, for I don't think he thought I was gone from the building, was bit too much and over the top, for me to believe he hadn't been hired to do whatever, some type of hit.  After a 2:00 a.m., pizza dinner, and a security guard, that told me I couldn't sit, and enjoy the dinner I just bought, because the restaurant, was now closed, most likely on the payroll too, driving me back out on the streets, maybe to the waiting black man, whom I ditched not 15 or 20 minutes earlier . . . I told the security guard if he paid for half of a very expensive piece of pizza, I would leave.  He said, now that is funny!  Not to me, it was not, so I took my time and finished my meal!  Slept at the bus terminal, waiting for a call from you know who, looking stranger and stranger by the minute, and wondering if he, cuz, was the agent to hire the black dude?

Team A and Team B Assassins at the Plaza Center Stage & Band?

Okay, I am giving up hope on Edward, this is so totally out of line for someone, who invited you down, not just right now, but since August . . . perhaps for exactly what was happening, appearing to be, not just one assassin possibility, but many, as the football games, dinner and dancing wore on to the wee hours of the night.  I am not one to sit around and wait for fucking anyone, a date, a husband, a boss, a cousin, I like to have fun, and that was exactly what I intended to do, stuck in a dumb ass situation, through no fault of my own.  I love football, and basketball, and there were tournaments at the MGM grand, with college teams from all over, there was also a bowl game going on, with the University of Utah, playing Colorado State University, or some school, and I sat near a sports bar, and watched that gameHaving taught family law at the U of U, for about 7 years, I have some loyalty, and dig watching them play, while not as interested as I would  have been had they played BYU, as in-state rivalry, that is long gone until 2016, with U of U and BYU being in different leagues now, so the yearly game is off, too bad.  But it was fun to see all the U fans walking around the Golden Nugget and the Plaza.

Me and all the boys at the gambling sports area of the Plaza, were cheering for our favorite teams, once the bolw game was over, at least for this fan.  But there was a nice lounge area, with a stage for a band, nice red leather couches, and nobody around, so I ventured into that area of the club, to watch sports, alone without the gamblers, who were also, obnoxious, drinking and loud, plus, bad mouthing women who were carrying their babies!  I was actually disgusted and wanted them to know, I didn't approve of their disparaging remarks!  But the new place was so much better, and nobody seemed to notice me, for hours, that is until I fell asleep, watching a game, before the BYU, Stanford game, with several men, stopping to say they were concerned about me, probably thinking I was lying, that I liked sports, just didn't care much for teams I didn't have any connection for, and that I intended to go, get pizza, then watch the later game.  He pointed out a sing, that said, the tables were reserved for someone who purchased a drink from the bar.  I told him that I didn't drink, nor gamble, but I did intend on dinner and watching the game.  He asked me if I was staying in the hotel, and I said no, do I have to?  Which, he knew probably a small percentage of the people in the casino, were actual guests of the hotel . . . he didn't go there.

Chicken Wings, Pizza & Diet Coke or Pepsi . . . and the Place All to Myself!

Another guy on the payroll of my trackers and harassers . . . they hate that I have fun wherever, whenever, want doing whatever, so their job is to try to fuck everything up, even when I am the only one holding down the fort for at least four hours before the band, for god-sake, they should be paying me to make it look busy!  BYU beat Stanford by 2 points, 79 to 77, as I recall, for those of you, who doubt my whereabouts, thinking me to be the fake JoAnn, no, it is really me, as disappointing as that is to the male breed, who would rather have their asses kicked by a that mean flight attendant of a sister, than a smart, bad ass con law chick, who has eluded them, their goons, their hit men and women, and all for three years, or more!  Fuck you dumb asses.  And this night, gave me another opportunity, to show off my hit man, radar detecting skills.

Hit Man # 1 . . . the Maintenance, Set-up Guy for the Band, Carrying a Clipboard

Not, unlike the black dude, this guy was non-stop watching me, from every angle, even hours before the band was on.  And he wasn't shy about his presence, nor his stares.  I would find him lurking behind, slot machines, standing on one side of the little lounge or the other.  And when I made him fully aware, that I was well aware of his sorry ass, watching me, every second, as if to note and mark the ghost, me who has fended off hits, encounters, arrests, plots, ploys, traps, and whatever for years, to the consternation of my enemies, many of whom are government connected, for they see their assignment as a Call to Duty.

I only have 10 minutes left to write, on this computer at the Butte Library, since my computer is toast as of three weeks ago, and I am just barely getting access to write a full blog, as of the last two entries, but I will make a long story short.  This guy appeared to not wanting to let me out of his sight.  As the night wore on, not only did the clipboard guy seemed bugged that I kept attracting other patrons, because I was up dancing, when there was no dance floor, just digging on the music, with others joining me in the fun, but the band, seemed irritated . . . when people operate against their own interests, there is something else going on, and there was.  there was one very sexy song, that I started to act out, some of the lyrics, and now that I think about it, they were adding lyrics, but, hell, I was having a great time.  But as I pointed to the guys in the band, their eyes, seemed to go down to the ground, as if not to connect with me, and if you were part of a hit, or a special op, especially, maybe involving a hit, you sure as hell would not want to make eye contact, let alone playing sexual games eye contact, which is exactly why I did it.

Hit Man # 2, Joined the Last Song . . . Last Song 1:00 p.m., Early for a Casino?

I ditched to the ladies room, but put on my coat first, that I don't think they knew I had with me . . . small changes make all the difference, but after I came out of the restroom, the clipboard guy, just barely missed me, and I saw a sign that said, Right now . . . I took that as get the hell out, and just as I picked up the speed, the last minute dancer, searching for me, very apparent, got out alive, back to bus.