DJ Dressed Up As A CFP . . . Like My Flight Attendant Sister, Dressing Up Like An Attorney! LOL!
There are two commercials, out right now that I really love . . . the new one, of a free range chicken, those allowed to run, not be caged up in egg producing machines, but running around farms, yards, and the country! I love the chicken, who is taking free ranging to the extreme, kind of like me, free ranging around Montana, and about 5 other states, so I can relate, but this chicken is seen walking railroad ties, hitching a ride with a truck driver, eating at a greasy spoon, in some small town, one of my favorites, and sending pictures to his farmer and his wife, back home, sitting on the front porch . . . the creative ad, is one of Geico car insurance . . . probably spelled the company name wrong, but hey, I don't have a car, but I do get around, much like the chicken! LOL!
The next one, is another one, that is exactly what happened, getting my whole life stolen, including law practice, houses, cars, trucks, cases, and even this blog, the Mormon NSA, with the aid of the Mormon contingency of the CIA and the FBI, have aided, abetted, facilitated, encouraged, lied, covered-up, and ironically, this ad is about Certified Financial Planners, the very group, my case saved, and protected with the United States, and state Constitutions! So, particularly on point, in fact, maybe, I was the inspiration, or rather baby sister, Rachel Southwick Hickey-Moosman, a P.E. major, running track, while I was writing my English papers, as an English major, Communications, minor, and she was serving peanuts, to air travelers, glorified waitress in the skies, another active and physical job, on United Airlines, mistaken for a scholar in the United States Constitution, and a member of the U.S. Supreme Court Bar, easy trade, huh? NOT! But, just as the DJ in the commercial, originally with dread locks, for hair, long, bohemian looking dude, cleaned up to look like a CFP, or someone certified to do financial planning for people, fooled them all, and all willing to trust, because he had a clean cut hair cut, nice suit, one like a financial planner would wear, and put him in an office . . . that is how easy this was to pull off, due to people, lacking in the knowledge of the law, and teaching sis a few terms of art words, like every profession has . . . the boobs, three boob jobs, were the distraction, and she is nicer than me by far, attitudes that fit, bodies that fit, knowledge that fits . . . but the ad, makes a great point . . . don't let clothes and hair fool you!
I know where the genius for this ad came from, but this simple plan, to steal my case, for another presidential candidate, Mitt Romney, who went to Liberty University to answer questions on his cultish religious affiliations with the Mormon Church . . . the plan, was like Congress' letter, for the world to have a Mo for a world president, as Kay, the real attorney, bitch who signed my case, took the money are ran, met Mitt, the day the U.S. District Court Judge, Clark Waddoups, terminated my case, at least the docket entrance I got, while the rest of the U.S.A. and financial planners, got the win, that I ate the government's attorneys, and two outside law firms, 7 different ways on the fucking jurisdictional issues, the judge tried to use, but got his ass chewed by this constitutional law attorney, so he just up and closed the case, took my 1/3 contingency fees, gave my clients, there cut, and paid Ms. Kay Burningham, for her lies, and signatures, forging my name, as she stood in for me, and stole my identity with the help of people like, U.S. assistant AG, Paul Kohler and FBI agent, Seth Foote, whom I am sure were contacted, and paid to lie again, since I said that they personally knew me, yesterday. How ironic, that ad, would present this type of challenge, and show how fooled and gullible really are . . . sad state of affairs, but hey, we don't want smart women, like Loretta Lynch and myself, who really know what we are doing, law wise and all, we want the dumb chicks, we can control, who have to rely on men for their power, not the ones who stand alone and above most men . . . HELL NO!
ISIS . . . Do You Seriously Think You Are the Only BADASSES on the Planet?
I would suggest, you check out two American films, and as I understand it, they are true stories, at least, Inglorious Bastards is, great movies, as is Dirty Dozen--one of my all time favorites, and if they are not, I am sure, we can find, guys, who can make even better stories, but, both films are connected with World War II, and Hitler's SS Men and Nazis, the alleged badasses of their time, really? Watch what they do to them, and how they ultimately take down Hitler's, best men, even ones, who want to cut deals, and of course, come to America . . . I know, I am being the ugly American, that I am, but when push comes to shove, show me better country, in over all, rights, freedoms, liberties, and the chance to reach your dreams? We are the world's best innovators, in all areas, and about to take over as top dog in producers of gas and oil, with gluts, right now, and capped off reserves, making us not much longer reliant on foreign oil, and leading in almost every area of technological development, which is the industry that just did much to pull us through the recession, with a bit of pain, but not like other countries.
I really can't understand with all our assets, in all our 40 or more, spy agencies, just can't take out the key leaders of ISIS, especially, now that they have declared war on our military leaders, let's call their bluff, don't need fan fare, just take'em out! You know how to do it, just like you did against Osama Bin Laden, and crew, stop messing around with these lame ass losers, who just want bloodshed, let's give it to them, their style, and see if they don't scream like pigs . . . scalp them alive, and show them their fucking brains, first hand, then slit their throats, by Shariah Law, an eye for an eye, and tooth for tooth, all about, applying their laws to them! Good idea! Fun, fun, fun!
Your right, my flight attendant sister, is much nicer than I am! LOL! I am not one of those touchy feely women, men in the CIA, FBI, NSA, CFP . . . yeah, that is the planners, who owe me their licenses, and allegiance, Hank Brock is probably living in my St. George home, and a cop in my Parowan home, where I took out narc cops, judge for six months, and Kelly Ann Booth, got credit and the money for my $56.7 million case, against Scott Garrett, county attorney and crew, who all cut deals with Cheeks, Clarks & Brauns . . . but hey, in Mormondumb, Kelly is the grand-daughter of the Mormon Prophet, so, she, who didn't even know she had to be a member of the U.S. Federal District Bar, to practice in the bar, but loved, Sutter Axland attorneys, who at the time, made her look like a fool in court, loved it, but eventually, they were glad to have me out of the way, running for my life, so they could actually, possibly win, with me gone, answered 8 fucking briefs, the weekend, when they were trying to bury, this solo practitioner, in papers and legal theory, took them down one by one, all without getting paid a dime, by fucking Dennis and Misty Cheeks, whatever . . . and enjoying my cabin, whatever . . . I am a free ranging chick! LOL!
I am feeling better after their three or more attempts to poison me, and will be back free ranging, looking for love in all the right places! LOL! And if I don't find it, I am okay with that too, pretty damned happy! Your dressed up waitress, in the skies, in a suit, had to waiver her 90 day waiting period, check out Judge Shumate's dockets, allowing Rachel, to marry, Kay Moosman, within 4 fucking hours of being divorced . . . she wanted to be cherished . . . don't know that a throbbing dick, waiting to jump your bones each night is being cherished? Not my definition of being cherished, but a sex slave maybe? But, he what do I know? I am sure her, uneducated opinion is worth more than my educated one, or at least that is the way they are trying to make me feel, but getting about 16,000,000 hits, in 84 seconds, does much to convince me the rest of the world, who thinks with their heads, thinks otherwise, but then the NSA, steps in a changed my guest screen saver . . . to save her, Rachel that is, not the author!
I am the real deal . . . always have been!
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