All the Horses They Rode, Were Mine!
Least I be accused of giving credit to a cartoonist, yesterday, who wasn't actually the contributor to the Montana Standard, guessing, getting the quote about cops and citizens, both saying to each other, "I am not the enemy", in my particular situation, and I am sure, other the 580 that got shot last year by cops, I might have a response to that, like, oh, yeah, could have fooled me! But, I attributed the cartoon, to one commonly in the newspaper, Judge, and when I checked last night, finished reading the newspaper, the artist, was actually, KIRK, of The (Toledo) Blade, email: kirk@theblade.com, if you want to thank him personally! Sorry about that, like to keep my sources honest, unlike, the assholes, I write about daily, almost! I am all about giving credit where credit is due, and that includes the attention getting title, leading me into this blog, Horses They Rode, is actually a novel on display, written by Sid Gustaeson, here at the Butte or Silver Bow Library--the title just seemed to say what I wanted to express. Many times, a cool phrase, or saying, whether from McDonald's, Burger King, or a sign, like Fire & Brew, I believe that is advertising a bar, down beyond Walmart, not sure, but these, as Bill O'Reilly would say, pithy, slogans or words, that make us think, inspire me, or drive my, almost daily blog, feeding my rapacious mind, with skull candy, that leads my thoughts.
Women's Histories Matters--Force of Empires
This is a sign, in the library, on the second floor, between the computer section and the restrooms, that I will pass several times daily, when I am using the computers, and gratefully so. I know that in the Bible, with the monks, translating, like the King James version, and earlier editions of the Bible, often, whatever had to do with women was extracted from the work, and a woman was only included in the story, as long as the story could not be told without her. The New Testament, seems to do a little better, with I think less that a dozen or so, women mentioned, in the Old Testament, and others seen as mere chattel, or the property of their male counterparts, or their husbands . . . but, extract, Sarah, and you change the history of the Arab and Israeli history and conflicts; Rebbecca, pushing and orchestrating the fraud on Isaac, making sure that Jacob, her favorite son, got the birthright, and Isaac's son, Esau, the first born, was denied the blessings of the first born, while he was faithfully out gathering wild prey, to prepare his father's favorite meal . . . or Rachel and Leah, Rachel being the favored wife, and her two sons, Joseph and Benjamin--hell, all of Egypt may have starved, in addition to Joseph's family, had he not been sold as a slave boy, to travelers to the foreign and more powerful land.
You cannot, think for one second, that you, cops, government, family, church, the law, the bar, can extrapolate, the person, from their history and their deeds . . . if is fucking insane and stupid to try, no matter what the resources, the armies of cover, the technology, the spying and cheating; you fucking can't do it! The only person, truly qualified to be me, if me! Men, have simply, got to respect, the contributions, no matter how hard, embarrassing, humiliating, and disgraceful the loss to a women is; it is fucking history, and you can't rewrite it, use women interchanging bodies, substitute, exchange, swap, pawn or trade out, the real person, whether you like her, lover her body, dislike her personality, or would rather sleep with another woman, or be beaten by another women, less challenging, or someone you are sleeping with that your want to favor with the attributes . . . and this doesn't boil down to fucking national security, it boils down, to you not being about to separate the bedroom from the boardroom, grow the fuck up! PERIOD!
My life, my story, my history, my law license, my trophies, my cases, my legislation, my contributions, my blog, not only shaped law enforcement in Utah and the nation, but made history . . . you don't get to take that away from me, because you don't agree with my politics, my religions preferences, or the size of my ass and tits! And it is, shocking, in deed, that you tried! WON NOT DONE! This is not a game, an entertainment, a trial to see if you can recreate my brain, steal my story, take my children and grandchildren away from me, as you have my real, personal and intellectual property, in your mind, but, you will never, never, never, be able to ditch me. Talking of Cuba, the CIA, decided to get involved in the politics of Cuba, the revolution, and they killed or assassinated one of the handsome revolutionary leaders, 50 years later, his statues stand in the square and he is a symbol of the fight for change, whether you agree or disagree with their stances, you did nothing but promote the very thing you were trying to curtail, as has happened with me. There are women, who are your god-dam equals and your superiors, and you are in error, to try to ignore their histories, their lives, and their contributions, and some can't be swept under your mats, and walked on! Learn, grow, change, evolve!
11 Year Old, A Source of Inspiration For ME!
I just wanted to make a quick note, that Jonathan Sarisky, and the article run, yesterday in the Standard, was truly inspiring, and a joy to read, think about, and hear how he did this, giving up pop for one year. I have been hooked on Diet Coke for 15 years now, since I got poisoned, and told I was going to die, in 2000. I took a quick visit to my sister, Rachel's house in Bellevue, Washington, for one month, and she would take me to get a Diet Coke and biscuits, at Burger Kings each morning . . . hell, I didn't even drink pop, but when I went out to dinner at a restaurant, up until I was the age of 46, when my life changed drastically, overnight, unlike diseases, a poison, can get you from the time you get in the car, and drive 5 minutes to home, and it did! I love your resolve, your commitment, and the selling point for me, is that fact, that your mother say a big leap in the level of your self esteem. That is a critical element you need for success in today's world, that will work, for you way beyond your pop denial, and help you in school, career, military, family life, etc.
You hear the old saying, or the show, Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader? Well, this falls in that category, are you as strong as an eleven year old, in your goal to quit Diet Coke? Only time will tell, and you have definitely set a great standard for all of your older peers and fellows, to live up to. That reminds me that Jonathan is from Livingston, Montana. I have been addicted, longer than you have been alive, but, no excuses, health is health, and this needs to be done. Just like your alcoholics, some are addicted from the first drink, and other can tolerate a lot. It is good, I didn't get hooked on anything stronger than Diet Coke, because, I have had a helluva hard time, trying to quit, but, like I say, I think, if you can do it, than I can too. Self esteem comes in many forms, as you can see, from my blog, I borderline, megalomaniac, some would say narcissistic, and whatever, all true, I admit, but nothing makes you feel better than looking good. I have, as some men, have accused me, used the weigh gain, after the poisoning, as a means to keep men away, seeing fat as a feminist issue, I didn't want to be seen as a sex object, like many professional women, who deal in a very male profession, and take their jobs very serious, but in my early years as an attorney, I was able to handle the attractions, and do my job, doing exactly what I told men to do in the previous section of this blog, keep the bedroom and the boardroom, separate!
You hear the old saying, or the show, Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader? Well, this falls in that category, are you as strong as an eleven year old, in your goal to quit Diet Coke? Only time will tell, and you have definitely set a great standard for all of your older peers and fellows, to live up to. That reminds me that Jonathan is from Livingston, Montana. I have been addicted, longer than you have been alive, but, no excuses, health is health, and this needs to be done. Just like your alcoholics, some are addicted from the first drink, and other can tolerate a lot. It is good, I didn't get hooked on anything stronger than Diet Coke, because, I have had a helluva hard time, trying to quit, but, like I say, I think, if you can do it, than I can too. Self esteem comes in many forms, as you can see, from my blog, I borderline, megalomaniac, some would say narcissistic, and whatever, all true, I admit, but nothing makes you feel better than looking good. I have, as some men, have accused me, used the weigh gain, after the poisoning, as a means to keep men away, seeing fat as a feminist issue, I didn't want to be seen as a sex object, like many professional women, who deal in a very male profession, and take their jobs very serious, but in my early years as an attorney, I was able to handle the attractions, and do my job, doing exactly what I told men to do in the previous section of this blog, keep the bedroom and the boardroom, separate!
Cuban Health Care System, An Inspiration to MSU Nursing Students
I love the joy and happiness over the re-establishment of relations with Cuba, had President Kennedy, not been shot, things might have been much different, but we can't re-write that history, either. But, I loved the Cuban people response and welcome to these American students, when they would, yell out, where are you from, and the students would respond, America--we love America! Was what the Cubans, yelled back. Wouldn't it be nice, if every nation on the earth, shared their successes, their failures, and respected every other countries contributions to the individual countries that we all live in, each unique, beautiful and with much to share, with the rest of the world, as does Cuba.
I am taking this from the article entitled, MSU students witness history in Cuba, Montana Standard, page 2A, Friday, January 2, 2015. What I think was key and what I learned from the article, or thought was best, among, very many keen observations by the students, or the writer of the article, Gail Schontzler, a writer for the Bozeman Daily Chronicle, was the fact that "Cuba's health system focuses more on preventive care, rather than on treating disease, they said. Cuba can afford to spend only about $500 per person, compared to $5,500 per U.S. citizen. Yet their health outcomes, in infant mortality and life expectancy, are similar or better than those in the U.S.
Everything is free, which is pretty crazy, Esland said. From a simple checkup to triple bypass heart surgery, health care is free. He said, equal access to health care--whether a patient is poor or better off--is the thing he like best about the Cuban system. How do we reach the goals of the preamble--a more perfect union? General welfare, justice for all, common defense, prosperity for all? I don't know the answers, but I do know that we all can cut down health care costs, get 6 to 8 hours of sleep, exercise, eat healthy, give up unhealthy habits, and encourage our friends, family and loved ones! That is a start, thanks Cuba, and MSU, for sending you students down there, what a great time to go!
An Ad From Montana--Beauty, Excitement & Adventure
I was flipping through a magazine, and ran across this amazingly beautiful picture of snow capped mountains, lush vegetation, and a moose, feeding in a crystal clear lake, and with the refreshing picture, were the words, beauty, excitement and adventure. I was just sitting at my antique desk in Parowan, Utah, finishing my beautiful things, decorating my house, and finishing the overhaul, when I saw this advertisement. I am not sure, it was advertising Montana, but it could have. This was at a time, that my practice was thriving, and I was handling three appeals cases, and my Supreme Court request for cert, and just digging life, getting done with Christmas, and looking forward to the new year. I was sick of the same old resolutions, lose weight, do whatever, blah, blah, blah, boring and knowing damn well, I wasn't going to keep them anyway. So, I decided to use these three words as my new year's resolutions. Oh, my hell, hang on to your hat, it was not the next day, or later January 1, 2012, when three sheriffs showed up at my door, with a note from a judge who had tried to pull me into his courtroom, after, I had appealed his case, and jurisdiction was with the Utah Court of Appeals!
I had appealed in November, and the judge set a hearing for December 17, 2011, my birthday, actually, which made it even more disgusting and against all the rules of civil procedure! I had informed his clerk and the judge himself, having discovered his email address, that I would not be attending the hearing, because it was, basically, not legal, constitutional, and shockingly in violation of the rules, and he, for one ought to know the rules, being a member of the Office of Administration of the Courts, Civil Procedure Section! Like I said, always a showdown between, the constitutional law attorney, and whatever in the hell the judge was operating under, the Patriot Act? He sure as hell was not going by the rules, period. So, this bright and early January 1 or 2, 2012, I promptly gave a scathing discourse on the law to the sheriffs, who were actually buddies of Frank of InterPol, and NORAD retirees, retired Marine buddies of government exchange for the real, love, Allan Rex Bess--Marine, Cowboy, Biker, with a few stooges from the Iron County Sheriff's Department, who were to follow the feds, who were brought in to take this bitch down!
I had never thought of going to Montana, never been there, but the picture and the words on that ad, started to lead my paths, that seemed destined, as shortly after that I was in federal court in Salt Lake City, and there were Montana ad campaigns all over the city, on the buses, the billboards, and I was almost hit by a Montana driver, coming into a restaurant, with 200 other cars in the lot, but none of them backing into me . . . a sign, at least, started to add to my new years resolutions, of beauty, excitement and adventure . . . believe me, I have had so much fun, that, those words have driven and remained my resolutions and goals, and I have not been disappointed yet! LOL!
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