Friday, March 27, 2015

SPRING SIZZLE--BRUTAL TRUTH . . . TO SERVE & TO PROTECT, ALL OF THEIR OWN . . . SLOPPY POLICE WORK, NEGLIGENT POLICE WORK, OR COVER-UP, PROTECTING THE GIRLS, COP SWEAR INS . . . 2000, COSTA RICA, PLAN HATCHED FOR MY DEMISE, AND TAKE OVER OF MY LIFE . . . POISON, COLLABORATION, COLLUSION, CONSPIRACY AND COVER-UP, PROTECTING THE GUILTY, GOING AFTER THE INNOCENT . . . SEX, DRUGS & MONEY . . . WAY BEYOND THE HONEY TRAP, BUT AIDING & ABETTING MURDERS, THEFT, IDENTITY THEFT, CONVERSION OF PERSONAL, REAL & INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, CHARACTER ASSASSINATION FOR THE REAL PERSON, CLEANING RECORDS FOR THE DIRTY DUDES AND DUDETTES . . . AND THESE ARE OUR FINEST? WHAT THE HELL SCHOOL OF CRIMINOLOGY DID THESE COPS OF ALL LEVEL LEARN THIS SHIT FROM? THE SCHOOL OF THE STREETS, THE MAFIA, CIA ASSASSINS, DRUG CARTELS, MONEY LAUNDERING, RACKETEERING & PATTERNS OF CRIMINAL PATTERNS & BEHAVIOR? AT WHAT POINT ARE COPS OF LOCAL, STATE AND FEDERAL LEVELS GOING TO BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU & I WOULD BE BEHIND BARS FOR LIFE OR EXECUTED? GREATNESS AWAITS THE COP WHO COMES FORWARD AND RATS OUT THE BLUE, BROWN & BLACK BROTHERHOODS--THE FRATERNAL ODER OF THE POLICE? WHAT THE HELL?

One of Their Own; Death at the Parsonage; Dangerous Beauty?

It is amazing, that each morning, as, in today, I am planning on writing about a certain topic, and as I turn on my computer, it is as if, I am led to watch certain 48 Hour, true crime movies, that come in a particular sequence with symbolic names, titles, questions, issues, topics, and murders, that would have relevance to what happened to me, and the 25 people who, on a short list, have ended up dead, in connection with either me, my cases, potential cases, cover-ups, or protections of the guilty, within the ranks and files of local, state, and federal cops, and the women they prefer, fuck, or use to pay me back, take my identity, stealing even stories, like getting poisoned . . . I literally have divine protections, and 9 lives, which I am sure with all the effort to bring harm to me, get rid of me, discredit me, and even kill, trap, and lay in wait to destroy, if all else fails, that all has in fact, failed!  I am still here, with this brutal truth, starting back in 2000, when I was poisoned the first time and the events that lead to today!

One of Their Own  . . . Stephanie Lazarus, Female Cop Murdered Ex-Boyfriend's New Wife!  Caught 20 Years After Murder!

Of course, this video caught my attention, given the fact, NSA just joined, stopping me from writing this the way I want, proof of protecting, Rachel Southwick Hickey-Moosman!  I can't take this line off, and they are controlling my computer from cyber space, one of their little darlings who has been me, probably since my 2000 poisoning!  Going to try something to get out of their control!  Do, you seriously need any more proof than that . . . the Mormon NSA, or National Security Agency, housed in the Lehi area, with 30,000 Mormon cyber spies, who serve the 70% contingency, of the CIA, FBI, and other intelligence community members, since their are over 40 spy agencies, with an unlimited budget, that even the Senate Intelligence Committee seems immune from controlling . . . CIA, FBI, are the visible agencies, but there are many more, like the Delta Force Intel, the ones called into control me.  People will say, oh, there are Delta Force Marines, or Military, but there are not Delta Force Intelligence Agencies . . . oh, yes there are.  When Edward Snowden ratted out the NSA and the CIA, and their PRISIM programs, rubber stamping of FBI Warrants, that allowed, meta data gathering of your computer, cell phone and Internet records, without warrants and you knowing jack shit about their spying on your shit, Time Magazine, put out a special edition of the agencies contained in the little known, 40 agencies, and I saw the Delta Force Intelligence Agency . . . the one that retired NORAD employees, Mike Dixon, who served me with the bogus contempt of court warrant, and later the bogus bar complaint, with issues that I had satisfactorally answered the year prior to that time, and had just received my 4th CERTIFICATE OF GOOD STANDING from the oversight committee contained within the Utah Supreme Court, not the Utah State Bar Association . . . guess cover-up guys, didn't think of attorney oversight by Supreme Court . . . dazzled by cuppy love!  But, AB, or FRANK, aka, Allan Rex Bess, was the Delta Force Intelligence Agent or InterPol called in by the feds to handle me!  So these fuckers are up my ass daily and leading up the charge to get me, to put it gently, and make Rachel or one of the gals, ME!  So, this true crime episode, seemed to bring significant attention to the name symbolism.

Rachel's oldest daughter's name is Stephanie Hickey, and I knew they were trying to say that Rachel, who is allegedly me, or one of me, the cover gals, brought in to fuck me over, and steal all evidence that I exist, as early as dating back to 2000, with that coming to my attention, in the bathroom at the Roasted Cafe restroom, with a burlap sack bag, pinned up on the wall, with the words, Costa Rica and Tarrazu . . . Rachel's oldest son, Matt, fat boy, not my Chris or Elliot, both thin boys, had a girlfriend named Tara, back in the day, I was asked to move in Rachel's house, Shelley's ass and kids were already there, and Matt and Tara, were an issue, with me trying to stop Matt from getting Tara pregnant and Connor from getting Emily, Rachel's third and air head daughter, pregnant, and she can thank me for both preventions . . . and I was hated for it!  A million good deeds have not failed to go unpunished, by both Shelley's fuckin' kids, and Rachel's ungrateful brats, with both dumb ass mothers, protecting their little lazy ass princes and princesses!

While I was in Butte, Montana, and had gotten poisoned the first time with the castor seeds, injected into the green tea capsules, and I was waiting for the bus, I noticed the movie, the Lazarus Effect . . . and thought of the brother of Mary & Martha, friends, and possible a wife in Mary, of Jesus, who took his time to bring Lazarus back to life, saying he was just sleeping and I said, I felt somewhere between life and death myself!  I do believe, while writing this, I actually, spelled Lazareth, rather than Lazarus, as in the movie, and I am not sure, because I didn't look up the Biblical version of the account.  A Sysco truck, just went by, with the saying . . . All good things come from Sysco or Sisco!  Like I said, they even want to take credit for me getting and living through several chemical poisonings!  LOL! Talk about fucking boring lives, that this is something they want to say happened to them, the miraculous protections I have, and have had, since early 2000, or late, 1999, when I was and let me, emphasis, I was general counsel for the Utah Medical Association . . . fuckin' Leon Sorenson and Val Bateman are Mormon fucks, that colluded with the Mormon motherfucking brigade to fuck me over, much like Brock and Rice, saving both physicians and financial planners in the state of Utah and nationwide!  One of these things alone, is an amazing, huge feet, not to mention, my award winning domestic violence and sexual assault manual training professional in the subject, written for cops and prosecutors, while I WAS STAFF ATTORNEY TO THE UTAH PROSECUTION COUNCIL!

In the movie, the wife, who was killed, was blonde, and an amazing nurse, who excelled all her life, ended up a big shot, over all nurses or a big nursing staff at a large hospital, at the young age of 27, much like I did as an attorney, while starting at age 40, quickly raised to the top of the state officials, with jealous cousin attorney, sisters, who all mocked me for having a dream to go to law school, and 20 years later, would kill their own children to be ME!  I rather like being myself, thank you, get the fuck out of my life . . . if you think for one fucking second, you are your lame ass, male cronies, can muscle me out of my life, my children, my grandchildren, my blog, my cases, my houses, my law practice, and whatever, FUCK YOU, won't happen and I will go UNTIL YOU ARE ALL BEHIND BARS, if it takes the 20 years, like in this case of the cop, who killed the wife of her old boyfriend, Shelley! She even looks like her, crazy eyes . . . hazel, not the baby blues, that Rachel fills in with!  

Bitch face, crazy ass cop, jealous of her rival, as Shelley was, went ape shit, when two men in one week, ditched her for me, when I never wanted them, with her trashing me, so bad, that her own daughter-in-law at the time, Jenny Anderson, Jessie's first wife, warned me that Shelley was talking trash about me, 24/7, in the early days of me, being diagnosed to die, and after the first poisoning, when Shelley was my cop appointed replacement having ratted out her ex-husband and mafia boss, for securities fraud, to save her own fucking ass!  Making any connections to 10 years down the road, when I took the $357 million lawsuit, going after the state of Utah, attorney general, governor, securities division attorneys and investigators, director of the department of commerce . . . even former securities directors, Mark Griffin, who Shelley had cut deals with . . . easy, get rid of real attorney, causing the state grief, and making them look bad, the year Mitt Romney is running for office, substitute and make the state look good against the big bad, state and federal SEC, but with the wrong women, claiming to BE ME!  Shelley had been being me, for probably 10 years by that time, as part of the plan carry over since the first poisoning!  Daddy's little girl, set up the whole family, gave them all great credentials, from my resume, gave her sons prestige taking my son's music, both Elliot and Chris . . . lazy ass fuckers, who just hang around Mommy Dearest to get jobs, only working mafia schemes, like this!

The Cop's Woman to Kill for . . . Making Them MY Money, Hand Over Fist!

Girl here in the cafe, wearing a sweat shirt, with two woman, sitting back to back . . . pretty symbolic.  I would never be Shelley, Rachel, Kay, Susan, Kelly, Tiff, Marcie, Hope, that the cops, want you to think are cool, women, who all want to be me, or have a part of me, claim my kids as theirs, since they all had fuck ups, that they will be forever raising as children, hanging out with them, and totally reliant on them.  You see, they think I am a hog, claiming what I have done, with my kids, shining stars on my accomplishment list, because I didn't sacrifice them, on the alter of career, like these bitches, then want to ditch their own young, for mine!  So do their fucking partners and shitty fathers, Frank aka Allan, Brett, who wouldn't ever even call his only son living in Phoenix, and Michael McKlintoch, Tony Osthemeier, Jack or John Strode . . . all these alleged big shot guys, are terrible fathers, and have loser kids, and don't even want to claim them when they are CNN top persons of the year . . . probably bought that poison for his drug user son, who changed, something to be proud of, but not rock star status, so Elliot is suppose to be his, Chris, and my daughters, they want to claim too!  Their payback is taking all credit for everything I do, including my children, who I would say, use and abuse them, you deserved all they have stolen from your mother, money, fame, acclaim, and all, plus Elliot's music, and Chris's too!  They can't handle my success in all areas!

Death at the Parsonage . . . Pastor, AB, a Serial Killer!

While, Frank, of InterPol, and Delta Force Intel, took on the name of Allan Rex Bess, he wanted to be referred to as AB, standing for absolute bastard, and he was, bad to the bone, and a serial killer, with no thought to life, love, or loyalty, ruled by his fucking dick, and that dick preferred cop bitches like Shelley, who had a more than cozy relationship, with cops, as early as 2000!  I was shocked to find out that Jessie, in 2000 wanted to be a cop too . . . both Shelley and Jessie, not to mention Isaac had issues with the cops, and now?  But, if the cops are forgiving crimes, in leu of fucking me over, using these dip shits, that makes sense.  Cops would pull me over in the early days of me thinking I was going to die, with a terminal brain disease, and they would always call Shelley?  What the hell, and once, she tried to get me put under her guardianship, so she could take my Social Security check, and get her hands on my $3,000 per month, disability check, from Paul Revere Insurance, for disability after I was diagnosed to die, after the poisoning it took me 8 years to be told by retired cops, now my private investigators, that I was point blank poisoned . . . Shelley's degree from Utah State University was in biology . . . Brett knew her back in the day, in on it too, most likely, as was Kay, jealous of me the second she met me in 7th grade!  Shelley was jealous from birth, teamed up with Rachel and Sue, who were always in my shadow, and Kay, who had purposefully made it a point to be my friend, while I was 7th grade class officer, so she could raise her own status in the school, and it helped.

But, in the true crime episode, AB, who was a pastor of a small church, where a man committed suicide, right in the pastor's office, it was later learned that the pastor was having an affair with the dead man's wife, homicide was suspected, but didn't pan out in the facts, but two dead wives, murders did, the man was a serial killer . . . Shelley and AB, knew each other before, as did Isaac, before they murdered, the real Allan Rex Bess, my clients, with the absolute bastard, stepping in as Allan's double . . . I never slept with either man, but figured out, within 2 weeks of thinking that I married, my client, but realized, the two men were totally different, and one was there to destroy me, was setting up surveillance, and making a point, that up at the Panguitch Lake cabin, that all these people were there to see me, and he destroyed that, by stopping all the rumors, that I was the constitutional law attorney, everyone was digging the hell out of, because of suing the cops, county attorney, judge, Division of Family & Child Services . . . Shelley came in by early October, and she brought her lazy, loser son, Isaac, who had history with AB, from the first CD that they stole and marketed around the world, to get the seed money for the COPS!

Sorry, but as I cruised around Grand Junction, late last night, and saw the beautiful new police department and fire department, I could help wondering, if Hope and Page--due to my case, that now was Shelley's or Kay's, Rachel's definitely credit was given to the bitches, and it was worth $28,000,000 plus two other properties, so, donated the money for the new offices . . . cops, who murdered, the real Hope Carlton, just like Shelley and AB, did Allan and tried to substitute Shelley in for me and AB for Allan, his family had means, beyond what it appeared . . . Frank killed him, when Shelley slept with Allan, put a 22 to the back of his ear, and shot a small hole, with me trying to get local cops to do a DNA test on the mattress with a blood stain, right where Allan's head would have bled out, if this happened, and I would bet my life that it did!

There is a white older Suburban, out in the parking lot, here at the Roasted Cafe, I ate at last night and am at right now . . . symbol of Rachel's old vehicle . . . paid staff, to say it was Rachel here, rather than me . . . I am the ghost, don't believe it, as alive and well as ever, still a bit queasy, but, what is to be expected with you were poisoned multiple times!  Heading to Durango, Colorado, hoping to meet up with James Kennedy, knowing full well, he is probably one of theirs, the fun of it, and he seems a man of letters, said he had 9 years of epistemology, or the study of numbers, so not your run of the mill cop, but may put head over heels, and see through the dumb bitches he has been introduced to!  LOL! There is always hope of wining over One of their own!  I can generally get any guy I want, but winning a cop over to my side, now that is the challenge . . . he is chicken shit, and will not show, just did a typo, said wrote bot rather than not . . . they are all bought and sold, fuckers!  My soul is worth a hell of a lot more than some pot of porridge!  I know cops are poor, and his name is likely, James Angel, rather than Kennedy, because everyone at the mission called him "ANGEL" rather than James!  Just reading my blog, any dumb ass cop, CIA, FBI, in the cop dating game would know, I dig the Kennedy's and Angel can pass as a Kennedy, other than his Republican, cop leanings!  Fuck you asshole, you didn't even get a kiss out of me!  HA, but you are in your own company, with AB, he didn't get me either!  Nor did most of your buddies!  I CAN SMELL A FUCKING COP!  Stick with the dumb chicks, I always, project myself onto you fucks, and you project your stupidity on to me . . . I give you more credit, and you always give me less, but you are used to women, you can control, who OBEY you . . . not in my nature!

Dangerous Beauty . . . Cops Want You To Think Their Gals!  LOL!

They killed the perfect woman, back in 1999 when they poisoned me, and they have been trying to recreate the Barbie Doll, that took their nuts off, cut their juggler veins out, and gutted their cash cow, asset forfeiture, followed by taking out 9 federal agents and attorneys, on Medicaid/Medicare fraud units, feds!  You poisoned me, and then tried to find a woman, half as pretty, smart, talented, and brutally mean as me . . . my mother used to say, I looked like an angel and was really a devil!  LOL!  That pretty much explains it . . . most of the guys I am dealing with now, have had a hard on for me, since then . . . at least 1,000 cops, standing room only, in the largest room at the Utah State Capitol, TV cameras, and cops wanting a compromise with me . . . wouldn't give them the satisfaction!  Then with what I did in Utah, killing cop and prosecutor's, legislation which was really federal bribery statues, making money and giving incentives to cops, to do federal drug interdiction programs, George Soros, an old hippie, billionaire, funded, cop and asset reform legislation in all 50 states, with 27 voting to reform and take away cop incentives . . . just another feather in my cap, trophy cops hate me for, but respect a woman who kicked the fucking shit out of them nationwide . . . but they killed dream girl, Shelley?  No.  Kay?  No.  Maybe Rachel, fake boobs and all . . . but dumb as a door knob. NO!  Kelly Ann?  NO!  Susan?  NO!  Tiff . . . cute but too sweet!  NO!  Sorry boys, irreplaceable!  LOL!  Eat your hearts out, and continue to bribe your cops, kill the guys who won't give in, and threaten the rest!  LOL!

A van is just driving by, with a Cookie, one of my symbols for Kay Baby, and a chocolate chip cookie, I just bought one, so symbolic and on the side it says, Sweet Ride . . . yeah, being me, she got a sweet ride, but respect, never get what I have, they programed her, helped her, and coddled her . . . never been jealous of Kay for one fucking second!  Kay had one, maybe two boyfriends in high school, and both of them dumped her, and married other women.  Tim Brown, her first husband, abused her!  LOL!  And I wrote the book on domestic violence and sexual assault . . . she used sex to get the rest of you, I don't need to, use all the pouting, the feminine wiles and ploys, Ms. Burningham uses, those female charms of learned helplessness, and using sex, when nothing else works!  LOL!  I had 10 to one, boyfriends, to Kay's, Shelley's, Rachel's, Sue's, Tiff's, Hope's . . . don't even think, Hef, Hugh Hefner would have that pig snot, snorting cop, you are trying to pass of as a Playboy Bunny!  Fuck!  I saw through her and Page the first visit, but played their covers!  Whatever, I don't buy the dangerously beautiful for any of these chicks, I  know there histories, their marriages, their divorces, I left all of mine, bored, sick of them . . . Kennedy, too scared! I don't blame him!  Names like ball breaker, man eater, black widow have all been applied to me . . . hell I get more male attraction fat, that these bitches get thin, other than Rachel's boobs, seem to have the men mesmerized, as long as they don't have to talk to her!  LOL!  Rachel, probably got a new hair do, since I said she looked ridiculous looking like Alex Witts, making her me, for humor and writing . . . hey, why don't we end this, we will have the great American write off!  LOL!  Kay can write about torts, all she knows about, Shelley is so boring, I don't know what she would write about, Sue, Mormon Relief Society, Tiff, EMT or Homeschooling?  Whatever, give me a subject, and I will murder it!

Undercover cop just came back in . . . was here earlier!  LOL!  I am very observant!  Should have been a detective!

Well, Have a Nice Day, Boys & Girls . . . I Am Heading to Durango, Colorado . . . Montana Didn't Treat Me Well!  The Thanks I Get for Pumping the State?  Poisoning . . . Have RACHEL, Fake as the silicone balls in her Chest!




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