Lotion in My Bed? Are You Kidding Me? A Bit Passive/Aggressive Wouldn't You Say?
Okay, so the other night, at the Butte Rescue Mission, I went up to my room, New Years Eve, after taking a nice soak in the great bath tube, up in the girl's dorm, yeah, kind of like college dorms, only I now have my own room, but my roommate, Mary, probably not her real name, but sister of the warden at the Billings Women's prison . . . any red flags going up?, but, earlier in the day, knowing she and her alleged husband, Bobby, were heading for warmer weather, suspiciously, able to get their federal checks, for Social Security, a few days early . . . really, out of the millions of people, on the alleged entitlement rolls, these two can just make a phone call and get their checks deposited early? REALLY? Are you fucking kidding me, this was a bribe, to be expected, for anyone who aids and abets my enemies, usually tied into the local, state, or federal cop agencies, as her brother is. She even says he is both the chief of police in Billings, the largest city in Montana, and over the women's prison; obviously, she does not know of what she speaks, and is completely ignorant of the way correctional facilities work, and city cops, under the mayor, with both jobs, being full time positions. She is also under the assumption, that her brother, who molested her, back in the day for years, and he is over the women's prison?, is going to first run for attorney general, then lieutenant governor, than governor . . . hell, he should be in prison himself. She said, she has been the bane of his existence, getting her jobs, at the Utah State Prison, women's section, because of nepotism, and this guy is going to run for governor. Wasn't there a guy, just last week, who was sentenced for trading cigarettes for sexual favors in the women's jail, in Montana? I would check up on the good warden, who used, his bum ass sister, to try to set me up . . . scriptures, state, if you try to set a snare for your brother or sister, you will step in it yourself, there warden, fuck you and your sister, add the brother-in-law also, catch ya! Not hearsay, first hand from the victim! Call if pillow talk, warden!
You May Believe the Bull Shit of the Cops . . . Safer to Believe the Former Staff Attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council, Criminal Enforcement Division, Utah Attorney Generals Office . . . My Life, My Career, My Knowledge!
Do you really think, someone of my background, having worked with the Utah Corrections System, while an assistant attorney general, staff attorney, for the Utah Prosecution Council, a member of the Statewide Association of Prosecutors, in the Criminal Enforcement Division of the Utah Attorney Generals Office, doesn't know what the fuck I am talking about, a woman, who was there, up close and personal, while Doug Bodrero, was the hot shot, while all the growth in the prison systems were going on, the Field of Dreams Era, the golden era of, build it and they will come jails and prisons, with the Utah Legislators in on the game, of passing so many laws, that every man, woman and child was a felon twice over, before noon, statement made by former Utah Attorney General, Mark Shurtleff, now under indictment for corruption--along with Swallow, his self-appointed successor, both looking at a possible 30 years in one of those jails or prisons, he was so anxious to build with the other boys and girls of the correctional system, who joined in the Blue, Brown, and Black brother/sisterhood, of cops, to poison me, because I would have beaten both Mark, Frank, and Reed Richards for Utah Attorney General, and would have been the cops boss, has no fucking idea how the system really works!
I GUESS, MARY, THE WARDEN'S ABUSED SISTER, KNOWS MY BODY BETTER THAN, MY THIRD HUSBAND, WHO POINTED IT OUT, OR MYSELF? I AM SURE THE X-RAYS OF THE MCDONALD BROTHERS, ONE IN HEBER CITY, UTAH, WHO PERFORMED THE DIRTY DEED, AND HIS BROTHER, KENT, IN ST. GEORGE WHO EXAMINED ME, WITH MY FATHER, WHO PROBABLY ORDERED IT DONE, MADE SURE THE MUTILATION WAS COMPLETE . . . A SIMPLE EXAM MIGHT PROVE EVERYTING!
Good God, what a dumb bitch . . . she didn't believe me, even on the female circumcision, the boys, inflicted, on me, because she knows my body so much better than my third husband, the one who discovered the mutilation, after I took 9 federal agents and investigators out for violation of physicians, constitutional and regulatory rights, under Medicaid and Medicare investigations for up-coding and fraud on their billing systems . . . guess, they, three thousand, plus doctors, the most educated in the state, just up and offer their general counsel position to dumb female attorneys, who did some whoop ass on them up ant the Utah Legislature, taking them down on reporting, patients, who show up in their offices, with signs of domestic violence . . . know, you whatever, not worth saying the word, for some who is working with a brother who molested her, and doesn't have a brain, herself, and is pissed that her and the local cops under the direction of the feds, or Utah, that would be the Mormon Mafia, with cops inside a lot of Montana police departments, the pool of those who can easily be bribed, lovers of lies, and liars, with 6 women claiming to be me . . . and, why in the hell are the surveillance cameras off at the mission? No, I fucking don't know a god-damn thing about this stuff, that is why, they want to get me where nobody knows I am, rather than take me on by actually, constitutionally siting me with a crime, which if I have ever committed one, it is through a little no-no, of cops, through ENTRAPMENT! Tricking someone into a difficult situation, making them commit a crime, they normally would not have done, given, not being put in that situation, or confronted with those sets of circumstances . . . harassment, trespass, spying on me without a warrant, intimidation, stalking, now, those are all crimes we can hang our hats on boys, the 7 cops, who pulled up in front of the Library the first day I was in town, another one parked behind, Guy, who took me and Nick to the Library, day before New Years . . . wonder how they knew, this loan traveler, was in town--the two or three attempted hits, in Vegas, didn't work, so follow me to Butte?
Seriously, I want a show down, but you are all too chicken shit to do it right, giving me rights, serving me notice, part of due process, you know those pesky little things we call an information, that inform a citizen what the charges against them are . . . and a right to a hearing, a jury trial, sentencing, and the whole shebang, of those entitlements, cops, prosecutors and judges hate now days, lazy asses, working under the auspice of the Patriot Act, that make a cops, FBI, CIA, other cops, judge, jury and executioner, another guy was shot by cops in Montana, yesterday . . . it is getting to be a daily thing here, we don't care about no damn protesters, we get to kill at will, nobody has rights, and we leave, no witnesses, to say that the guy didn't try to turn his vehicle on the officer, so he shot . . . killed a 20 year old yesterday, get used to it, this is the way it is going down, but fucking don't turn on us, you poor little cops with the guns the badges and a whole system to protect your sorry asses! Oh, and I almost forgot, you get that two weeks, administrative leave, really two weeks vacation if you gun someone down . . . shit, did the cop want a few more days, extension on his New Years vacation?
Sorry, I Forgot About the Lotion, So Childish! LOL! Payback is a Bitch!
Mary, the Nazi spy for the cops, inside the Poverello, before I went to Vegas, and now in the Rescue Mission, and another connection, Tanner, his father is a U.S. Marshal . . . another red flag, can't bet my life on these, but, too many snitches, too many rats, too many bribes, to turn a blind eye to the cop connections, but Mary, definitely has the cop mentality, the day before the lotion incident, and all had gone well, friends, like two college roommates, until the night before, she was to leave . . . still believes, that a beautiful cover, makes a good book, my sister, is me . . . LOL, she could write a blog if her fucking life depended on it, and Shelley, big sis, who Google gives access to my one account fits all, is probably writing madly to replace this blog, with a nicer on, protecting the ratz, snitchez, and bull shit of the cops, the cops gal, Monday, helping her steal my identity since 2000! So, I saw Mary, on several occasions in Missoula, before her and Bobby got kicked out, probably for being a fucking pain in the ass, writing people up all the time, visions of power past, from her Utah State women's prison days, most likely, but she was pissed off, that the staff, didn't kick, this chick named, Crystal out, having kicker her husband out, earlier that day, and someone, Mary had a fight with the first day she was there, so bad blood, and payback . . . Mary and warden brother didn't count on the likes of me . . . but, she wanted Crystal, who was hanging around, the day before New Years, kicked out in sub-zero temperatures of 28 below . . . the cops, no bend, don't worry about anyone's life but a cops, and I had seen her write up notes, had gone in the office four times, was even offered, allegedly a job, which I am sure with the early payment on her federal entitlement money, two days early, was even less appealing than normal . . . but she had a run in with Stan the man, who was not involved, was on the late shift, and was under the impression that Crystal was not kicked out.
I generally, like to stay out of the drama, anywhere I am, short term visitor, and can leave at any time, but this time, since, Mary was entertaining the idea, or had been offered a position, and I like Stan, and feel for anyone, who might be out in this brutal cold, and willing to be reasonable, not a common trait with cops, but I would bend the rules because I believe in the constitutional hierarchy of life, liberty and property, life is to be protected at all counts, and I wanted to compliment the cops, in Great Falls, who actually took a stab in his leg, and still apprehended the person, in a domestic dispute, who handled the situation, the good old fashioned cop way, putting yourself in harms way, trained, to serve and protect life, rather than shoot, to defend yourself . . . what the fuck are we paying you for, to kill us, if you think a blink of the eye, is worthy of death? But anyway, he got the job done, won't get administrative leave, but did it right, sorry you got hurt, and they didn't release his name, because I am sure the mantra is, kill first, make up a viable excuse, and keep killing, the protesters will eventually give up and go home . . . but good job, Officer Cool! Thanks for doing what cops do best, protect the health, safety and welfare of the citizens, even if they are suicidal or there is a domestic dispute, good job!
INDIAN GIVER ON THE LOTION, MY BLANKETS, TOTALLY WET, WITH LOTION, LOTION, GONE . . . LOL! PROVES SHE LOST, I WIN! LOL!
So, earlier in the day, Mary is trying to get Crystal kicked out, she gives me this big ass plastic bottle of Jergen's Lotion, that the Rescue Mission, actually gave her, because, she has limited space in her bags, and backpack, so basically, she is dumping something, she no longer wants to haul around, but a nice gesture, anyway. In the morning, I used in on my legs, and put it up on myself, with my stuff. So, that night, I tell her, I think she would be a great director, if that is what was offered, and her work at the prison, plus the compassion, I saw her extend to mini-mouse, 65 year old boy wonder, I wrote about, we sent to Billings to make it their problem, and she is overall a very nice person, but I told her, that I like to stay out of staff business, and it is their decision to do with Crystal what they deem best, given their particular goals with her and her husband, it is a rescue mission, not a prison; therefore, staff, might have options, that might be better, given their long term goals, for helping, rather than hurting, and following Christ's example, of forgiveness of petty infractions of the rules, etc.
Often, when Mary and I, who both go to bed early, will wake at the same time in the night, and sometime talk, like college girls, telling our lives, stories, and fun insights into about anything. We both awoke as usual, and I am just making light conversation, but this time, she jumps all over me. My thought, was, she must not have slept well, or she was pissed, that I actually corrected the correctional officer! I was in the middle of the night, so I easily went back to sleep. In the morning, I went to take and early morning shower, and when I got back, she had packed up and left for the morning, and taken some of her shit, possibly leaving that day. I told her I would miss her, and wished that her and Bobby would stay . . . but, I realize that it is her life, and her/his decision, and I wish them the best. So, I come down at breakfast, and do my normal, sit by Mary and Bobby, not thinking anything is wrong, not knowing that this former correction officer, with a brother a warden, I guess the power struggle, was like a tea pot ready to blow off steam!
All of the sudden, out of the blue, while Nick, a young Italian, transplant--sits down and starts to ask me about my tales of woe, carrying on from the night before, story time, with Nick mesmerized by my law stories, and cases, and my wild life of the last three years, since being sworn in to the United States Supreme Court Bar, not to be confused with the Montana or Utah Supreme Court, having been chased coast to coast, north to south, east to west, leaving Kalispell, Montana, two days before Christmas, and going 6 states, with cops on my ass, in every state, but, being scared shitless, when my bags were stolen outside of Martinez, California, where two cops were called, and when they heard my name, being the attorney who sued the Utah cops, and going to the San Quentin Prison, representing, David Morgan, which could have been a billion dollar civil rights case against the California Correctional System, and they knew it, the cops were traumatized by me, would not watch my purse, so I could check the train, one more time, and freaked out, saying I was invading their space, and to back off, whenever I would get close! LOL! Constitutional Law Attorneys, like me, can scare the hell out of the cops, mention, hello, a 1983 civil right suit, and you might as well, have shot them in the heart!
I do believe, Mary, who, had been put in her place, having told mini-mouse, that he was going straight to hell, not her call, I don't think, but, Nick, jumped her case, and he is kind of the kid, with 5 mothers, but, she was a bit jealous, with Nick, who always sits with a certain group of long timers at the mission, came and sat by me, while we joked. Mary, all of the sudden, says, oh, I think you are being paranoid JoAnn . . . hell, yeah, I am paranoid and so is Navy SEAL O'Neill, who has seen four of his comrades in arms, end up dead, with him being raked over the coals by the military, allegedly for telling top secret details of the SEAL 6 mission, when bodies start to drop, you go for cover! And I am not bull shitting you! O'Neill, has one chance to stay alive, and that is doing exactly what he is doing! PERIOD! Go watch the movie, Paranoia . . . with Tantum O'Neill, wow, talk about symbolic, he is an MIT student, and being wined and dined, actually purchased, to do the companies bidding. He discovers that the company is killing, not only his former buddies from MIT, or another company, left behind, not cool enough, or good looking enough, and realizes, he is in over his head, and gets out of the situation . . . Yeah, I guess, taking 8 years of my life, cutting my clit off, and stealing everything I own, shutting down my law practice, stealing my contingency fees, trying to claim my son's music, and my kids and grand kids, and killing me, without due process of law, or equal protection, taking out one client after another, bringing in government doubles, for my dead I Corp Marine Husband, and 6 for myself; I am scared for my life, you fucking kunt!
I didn't say, that but, she knew better than to go on . . . with my finger, in this rat ass bitches face, even her loser, rat ass husband, in on the gig, was quiet. Earlier, James Kennedy, a hell, yeah, one of the 51 cousins, and nephews of President John Kennedy, and Bobby, whom I have defended, loved, and tried to expose their enemies, came tripping through the door, the night before, with us, hitting it off, and him, looking like the Marlboro Man, and Easy Rider, all rolled into one, had come in a greeted me, and I don't think Bobby, nor Mary, was up for what might have happened, if a living, breathing, relative, of the true American Royalty, fuck those Bushes, what in the hell have they done for this country? I told James, we had a common enemy, the BUSHES! They fucked his family, they are for the British, the one world order, the world bankers, and they fucked the United States Constitution! I am sure, had I even given Bobby a thought, which I didn't, if he had, tried to defend his loser, wife, who knows jack shit about my life, other than, what the bribers, might have told her, or the cops, big time bad ass, Jame Kennedy, would have been all over Bobby, like King Kong on shit!
They both, shut the hell up, and rightly so, I would not more claim to know, some one's life, that fly to the moon, but that is one characteristic, I think I hate most about cops, they have not fucking boundaries, between you and them! You are merely, and extension of them, that is why they can take your personal, intellectual, real property, without due process and equal protection . . . they think they are fucking above the law! I don't think the protesters are going away this time, not this time! Officials right and left are going down for corruption, and it is about time, not business as usual, not this time . . . so, I laughed, and said, yeah, I guess it is time for you two to go . . . Mary, had made that statement minutes earlier, and she had walked away, I turned to Bobby and said that, nostrils flaring! LOL! I was just agreeing with her, LOL! How do you defend the indefensible? YOU FUCKING DON'T . . .
So, I take off to the Library with Nick and Guy, but cops park their sorry ass squad car behind us . . . probably got a text, that things didn't go as planned, probably were going to stage a fight with me, hot tempered as I am, and get me kicked out, and it about came to blows, she just came short of calling me a liar, on the circumcision thing, I will submitted, with all my ex-sisters, who are JoAnn, wanna be's, and ex-friends, ex-attorneys, who also want to be, me without paying the price to be me, and we will all have a clitoris x-ray, and compare, that should clear up things, you see, I don't do dildos, nor do myself, therefore, I was in the dark about my mutilation--and five years later, I think you are creative enough, to figure out how my third husband, who is in on this whole thing, but was frustrated, when the big Italian stud, couldn't get his wife off . . . I was in denial for a long time--I was still thinking I was dying at the time, although looking back, connecting the dots, the docs, the father, the fresh blood, not during a period, when I came out of a pill overdose, yes, a suicide attempt, thank God, I took, time released pills, don't ever think, the bigger they are, the harder they don't fall . . . but, I was out for three days, and that is when they did it, around November of 2000, if I remember, but I am sure the medical records will not reflect the mutilations, but I wrote an award winning article on female circumcision, for the BYU Law Journal, published, and I am sure, when the little, Mormon Mafia, tied in directly to the FBI and CIA, who created a docee' (spelling, not close enough for spell check, lol!) on me, this gave them a great idea! Let's try this on her! What the fuck will they think of next, those creative fucks!
Lotion Missing . . . Surprise, Surprise . . . But the Wet Bed, I Knew I Was Thinking About James, Having Just Left Him, But This Was A Bit Much! LOL!
Yeah, I could do a Kennedy . . . oh, yeah, turns me on just to think about it, but panties are one thing, and a totally wet bed are another. I sat on the bed, and it was this, kind of dull wet--the damage was done on the underneath side of the blankets, sick and twisted, and I wondered, never dreaming that little Mary, quite contrary, would take the Jergen's lotion, and soak my bed in it . . . LOL! I pulled back my sheets, and it was sticky, wet, but smelled great, so, what the hell, my pants, need a bit of freshening, and washing out my underwear, generally go to Wally's World and get a new roll of 7, to last until I need them again, but money is short--the double whammy, Christmas and Vegas, and I would rather write my blog than go to Walmart, and I don't have money anyway, so washing out my underwear, no Victoria Secrets here, LOL, is a nightly ritual, so, I appreciated, the extra scented sticky stuff, making me smell better in the morning, as I lay there pondering the inanely juvenile mind, that would do such a high school, or at best college prank, to pay me back for her basically calling me a liar! LOL!
I am smart enough, to use the rules of Texas Hold'em, with my temper, I am cutting, can be verbally abusive when called upon to put someone in their place, and my words cut like a knife, which, I am sure this, blog will do, and it is intended to cause all the mental anguish, and verbally assassinate my enemies, causing all the damage it can, to those dumb enough to try to take down one of the few, the chosen, who will actually put their lives, their fortune, their families, their everything on the line, to make this wonderful country of ours, the jealousy of the world, with our rights, we could be getting caned under Shiria law, like the woman, being hit for wearing clothes the elders don't think appropriate, or sequestered to our homes, denied the very basic right of education, like the women in Indonesia, or those under ISIS or ISIL, the sick fucks, who can't control their women through love, so they lower themselves to violence, try the New Testament and Christ, a man who hates his wife, hates himself . . . shove your stupid, archaic, dumb ass laws, replaced by Christ who always, always, always tried to elevate women in man's eyes!
Nick, my little, buddy, who was born in the Ukraine, adopted to an American and an Italian, lived in Italy, but came here to go to some youth ranch up in Eureka, just this morning, was asking me how to create a blog, we discussed possible blogspot names and titles, and I told him to tell how he got to America, what were the challenges, the ups and downs, and he said, as he has traveled all over the world, that kids are so jealous, that he gets to be in America! I asked him if he ever wants to go back to Italy, he said, not just no, but hell, NO! He loves it here, and plans on staying. We don't know what we have, we are willing to steal, lie, cheat, to put down, the American prophets, and prophetesses, who would lead the way, keeping rights, freedoms, liberties, powers, and options open . . . as singer Bob Marley, said, AMERICA, STOP KILLING YOUR PROPHETS, written, after the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, and U.S. Attorney, Bobby Kennedy, being gunned down, like animals, while the intelligence community, former presidents and passed FBI, watched the CIA, gun down our future!
It has been 50 or so years, since Kennedy was gunned down, as fresh in my mind today, as that day in 3rd, grade, when someone ran out to the playground, at Valley View Elementary, in Bountiful, Utah, saying, help the President's been shot with a rubber band, not grasping the concept, of what that entailed, one of the darkest spots in American history . . . I wish I could talk James Kennedy into running, I would be his Hillary . . . a Kennedy, would beat a Clinton and a Bush, anytime, any day!
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