St. Paddy's Day Hangovers!
Deacon, Reprimands Party Goers & Revelers In Butte--Not About Partying!
I am guilty as charged! After pushing the partying atmosphere, that probably doesn't need to be pushed in Butte, Montana, I attended the religious presentation of a regular at the Butte Rescue Mission, I think his name is Paul, older, grey haired, pony tail, got up and gave an after St. Paddy's Day lecture, telling us, that St. Patrick, the real Saint, not the one I saw, riding in the parade and hanging out at Cavenaugh's County Celtic Shop, everything Irish and Celtic, way cool store, and fun as hell to just browse and check everything out, was actually, Sainted for possibly something to do with rats or lions, but he was not sure on that, but he did bring all the Irish Warlords together and converted them to Christianity, promoted belief in Jesus Christ, forgiveness for sins, the same ones, I was joking about in my last title, gracing the parade and forgiving us for all the sins were were going to commit that night . . . not me, but you! LOL!
I can claim ignorance on four counts: (1) I am not Catholic--if that is what St. Patrick was, I think so . . . ; (2) I am not Irish, just joining in the fun; (3) none of my Irish or Catholic friends passed this bit of knowledge on to me, either before I wrote my three or so blogs, promoting the party aspect of St. Paddy's having wanted to end up in Butte, for the celebration, after missing it last year, talking to party goers, on their way to Butte, while I was on my way to Salt Lake City, or somewhere; and (4) I was raised Mormon, and had no idea that there was any connection with something religious at all! I always thought the day was about wearing something green so you didn't get pinched, making green eggs or pancakes for breakfast, like my beautiful daughter did, living outside Washington, D.C., or eating corn beef and cabbage! I apologize to those of you, in Butte, that might have been appalled by me pushing the festive aspect of the day, so fun, so cool, and really great parade. However, next year, being very about being a Jesus Girl, I will also, mention the warring lords of the Irish, coming together, in Christianity, and taking up hearts and lives, dedicated to Jesus Christ, the only name under Heaven for which we can be saved! All about that!
God forbid, I need Jesus watching over me . . . I am now, safely in Kalispell, Montana, after entertaining an idea of going to Durango, Colorado, to meet up with Mr. Kennedy, but was unable to get connections, surprise, surprise, surprise . . . surveillance everywhere! After trying every route, from Denver to Salt Lake, and back, with seemingly no connections or services to Durango, a big time resort town, as I recall from my visits, 25 years, and 40 years ago, I was shocked that I couldn't get there. After being poisoned again, right after booking my bus ticket to Grand Junction, at least within striking distance, from Durango, and some creative maneuvering, I thought I could make it . . . that was until, I went across the street to the diner, and got breakfast, that took longer than usual, since I have eaten there many times, so I know the normal turn around time, between ordering and bringing the food, this took much longer than normal, so? But, whomever didn't want me to go to Durango, implemented the precautions, of poison, making sure that I was so sick, that I couldn't make the trip to Grand Junction, where I have a former client, Hope M. Carlton-Levin, former Playboy Bunny Centerfold, Ms. July 1996, who owes, me a years worth of legal fees, and that would at least cover the ride to Durango, which I am sure they thought of . . . Hope took a bribe, dropped the appeal, which protected me against Judge Lyle Anderson, who fucked me out of $20,000 and everything I owned, after the Washington, Iron County, Salt Lake City, attorney general, governor, federal courts, already took everything from me in St. George, Utah, before one of my clients, who ended up dead, saved me from total devastation, and gave me his Parowan house, as payment for saving him, free, from 45 years in prison, when cops, set him up, getting him, three years probation, rather than any prison time! I am sure that I could have strong armed Hope, to get me to my destination, they knew that too!
NOTE: NSA has jumped in twice, trying to make paragraphs disappear . . . fuckers, grow a pair, you assholes! Why aren't you doing something like, investigating the two senior secret service, dicks, who were drinking on the job, while they should have been protecting the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES! Or joining in on the investigation at the University of Virginia, with the ABC, cops getting out of control, on a not drunk, honor student, well respected, who ended up bloodied and arrested? Don't think you can spend your time better than watching every damn word, I write, to protect the liars, the thieves that you are think with there in Mormon UTAH! You send poison to me, via your fucking little army of missionaries or FBI, CIA, NSA fuckers, and can't catch the frauds? Part of the problem!
NOTE: NSA has jumped in twice, trying to make paragraphs disappear . . . fuckers, grow a pair, you assholes! Why aren't you doing something like, investigating the two senior secret service, dicks, who were drinking on the job, while they should have been protecting the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES! Or joining in on the investigation at the University of Virginia, with the ABC, cops getting out of control, on a not drunk, honor student, well respected, who ended up bloodied and arrested? Don't think you can spend your time better than watching every damn word, I write, to protect the liars, the thieves that you are think with there in Mormon UTAH! You send poison to me, via your fucking little army of missionaries or FBI, CIA, NSA fuckers, and can't catch the frauds? Part of the problem!
DEATH AT THE BUTTE, BUS TERMINAL!
Okay, so I got back to the bus terminal, so sick . . . never, never, never, who have considered the bizarre route I would have to take to get to Durango, had I felt like this before, going to breakfast, so proof, positive something changed, between buying the ticket, to Grand Junction, and returning from breakfast . . . now deathly ill, change ticket from Grand Junction, to Missoula! I just can't imagine making it to a destination that I am unfamiliar with, feeling like this. I pride my self, in my health, generally, so healthy, but after being poisoned by the castor seeds, injected in to the Green Tea Bean, diet capsules, and barely, starting to feel human again, walking up to the St. Patrick's Day parade, lunch and back again, without collapsing, even having a cop wave to me--good sign! I saw a 48 Hours, true crime show, with a woman named, Cheri . . . one of the names, Cher, that I have assigned to my wicked, big sister, Shelley, who has eyed my good name, reputation, law practice and life, children, grandchildren and all . . . hard to make up for a fucked up life, why not steal, good little sister's life? Cops will help, and they have! But, this bitch, in the episode, used her children, like a gang, and they were connected with the Crips, of the infamous, Crips & Bloods, much, like my sister, who has hand her sons, their wives, or alone, dependent on her for their own lives, and used them like a gang, to promote the theft of music, the theft of my house, Isaac, brings marijuana and guns, probably on parole . . . with sister there 24/7 for a year, why am I responsible for his sorry ass, that I can't stand?
Anyway, this series, that reminded me, not only in names, but in acts, in personalities, to some extent, I am now wilting flower, but nice, generally . . . but this white trash woman, which I would say, Shelley was until, she became me, and tried to force me into her trashy life, with her trashy kids, good kids, bad mother! But this fat pig, had 9 children, Shelley had 4, 4 different dads, too . . . mine are all of the same daddy, Richard Clifton Secrist, but she had all her children taken from her . . . Shelley should have, but family stepped in with this welfare mother, until cops, family, church, took her off the welfare rolls, and put her in my name sake, saving her from warrants, jail, and whatever in the hell she was into, as well as her sons, who have been in and out of jail, mine have never been there . . . I have only been their through plans and deceptions! But, she, Cheri, has her baby girl taken, when the baby is young, losing all her children, due to neglect. So, she tries to take a friend's baby girl, which she fails to do, at least for 29 years, until, fate puts the two bad mother, and the baby girl of her friend together. But, she uses the son's girlfriends, to have them sleep with her sons, to get the baby. Vera Jo (symbolic JoAnn) hooks up, at the mother's request with Cheri's youngest son (I wouldn't do that, this is in name only) and she gets pregnant.
Vera Jo, becomes the family slave--that part applies, I make the money, they consider they are entitled to it, cases, blogs, legislation, water compacts, and whatever . . . I don't know what rock these fuckers, family, think they climbed out from under, guess they helped me a bit, when they poisoned me last time, so I owe them? My father took $3,000 or more a month from my disability, when I was suppose to die. And $200 million is not enough to pay for the poor care they gave me . . . truly were abusive, when I was poisoned, they just did it for the money, and they are doing it now for the money! But, this Vera Jo, is considered the family slave, her baby she is carrying, is going to be, Cheri's, not hers, the mothers . . . Shelley has done this too, Elliot, and my other children, are her children, since she is embarrassed of her own children, stole my child's music, and now, she is just claiming them as her own! But, after the baby is born, the family, sick, sick, sick, just want to get rid of Vera Jo . . . they beat her daily, lock her up, and eventually the boys, and another girlfriend, take her out to the railroad track, decide to kill her, cut her throat, take off her clothes, lay her on the tracks, waiting for the train to cut her up, and finish the job . . . she is with it enough, to get in between the tracks, and misses the train by 1 inch, but dies, but all in one piece. The baby, goes ape shit, every time daddy, gets near her, sticking up for mommy. She was adopted out!
Anyway, this series, that reminded me, not only in names, but in acts, in personalities, to some extent, I am now wilting flower, but nice, generally . . . but this white trash woman, which I would say, Shelley was until, she became me, and tried to force me into her trashy life, with her trashy kids, good kids, bad mother! But this fat pig, had 9 children, Shelley had 4, 4 different dads, too . . . mine are all of the same daddy, Richard Clifton Secrist, but she had all her children taken from her . . . Shelley should have, but family stepped in with this welfare mother, until cops, family, church, took her off the welfare rolls, and put her in my name sake, saving her from warrants, jail, and whatever in the hell she was into, as well as her sons, who have been in and out of jail, mine have never been there . . . I have only been their through plans and deceptions! But, she, Cheri, has her baby girl taken, when the baby is young, losing all her children, due to neglect. So, she tries to take a friend's baby girl, which she fails to do, at least for 29 years, until, fate puts the two bad mother, and the baby girl of her friend together. But, she uses the son's girlfriends, to have them sleep with her sons, to get the baby. Vera Jo (symbolic JoAnn) hooks up, at the mother's request with Cheri's youngest son (I wouldn't do that, this is in name only) and she gets pregnant.
Vera Jo, becomes the family slave--that part applies, I make the money, they consider they are entitled to it, cases, blogs, legislation, water compacts, and whatever . . . I don't know what rock these fuckers, family, think they climbed out from under, guess they helped me a bit, when they poisoned me last time, so I owe them? My father took $3,000 or more a month from my disability, when I was suppose to die. And $200 million is not enough to pay for the poor care they gave me . . . truly were abusive, when I was poisoned, they just did it for the money, and they are doing it now for the money! But, this Vera Jo, is considered the family slave, her baby she is carrying, is going to be, Cheri's, not hers, the mothers . . . Shelley has done this too, Elliot, and my other children, are her children, since she is embarrassed of her own children, stole my child's music, and now, she is just claiming them as her own! But, after the baby is born, the family, sick, sick, sick, just want to get rid of Vera Jo . . . they beat her daily, lock her up, and eventually the boys, and another girlfriend, take her out to the railroad track, decide to kill her, cut her throat, take off her clothes, lay her on the tracks, waiting for the train to cut her up, and finish the job . . . she is with it enough, to get in between the tracks, and misses the train by 1 inch, but dies, but all in one piece. The baby, goes ape shit, every time daddy, gets near her, sticking up for mommy. She was adopted out!
ORANGE CRYSTALS ON COUGH FLEM--THROW UP ON BATHROOM FLOOR
Characteristics . . . flu like symptoms again! The thing that changed, was the color of the flem, that I was coughing up, or what it looked like after it sat for a while . . . orange, and crystallized--emergency spit in a cup, on table, observed it, after a while, since I was spitting flem, all day! Urine doesn't lie . . . I am one who knows how to read my health, through, urine color, stools, and abnormalities in bowl and excrement from the body. My urine, had a burgundy color to it, light, but, ever so different! I just kept getting sicker and sicker as time passed. Finally, I hadn't had anything to eat, from breakfast to dinner, and some acquaintances, from the mission, offered me a piece of pizza, could have put another hit of poison on the pizza, because it tasted, 100% more salty, than usual. I guess I should have been more cautious, but with each thing I did, I got sicker, progressively, until, my stomach, did what it hasn't since I was a child, or pregnant, and threw up 20 times a morning . . . but, I started turning green, and got up to run to the toilet, which I was visiting every 10 minutes, it seemed, and on the way in, barfed all over the newly mopped bathroom floor! I cleaned up after myself, but was so sick, I could hardly stand.
I passed on the bus, to Grand Junction, and was waiting for the bus terminal to make enough money to reimburse me for the ticket, because they had to have $150 cash, in the drawer at any time. I missed the 5:40 bus to Missoula, still not enough cash. By night, I was so sick, I didn't know what to do, almost didn't care about refund, just wanted to get safe and in bed somewhere! The guy who sold me the ticket, the son-in-law of Terry the manager, looked at me and wondered why I was still here? I told him about the possible poisoning at the diner, or food poison, but given the totality of the circumstances, poisoned laced food more likely, but he said, yeah, you were not the slightest bit sick this morning . . . so? He could tell the difference, and was a medic in the military, and made some suggestions that might help, tried to doctor me as best he could, and he did help, stomach started to settle a bit, but I was on that bus by 5:40 a.m., hang the money, I need my health . . . castor seeds, poisoned socks? caused me to itch and itch, Brooke volunteered the new socks, that I didn't ask for . . . didn't wear a second pair! And now poisoned food!
Poison worked back in 2000, took 8 years of my life, why not try it again, cops couldn't catch me, so let's just poison her! I guess silencing me, took priority over their American greed, for my blog! Hitting 15,000,000 to 24,000,000 for almost every second, on bing, gave up publishing on google, they are cheating me out of my hits, so times this by about several other search engines! I am feeling a bit better, sitting typing my blog, in room 115, Super 8, hotel, Kalispell, Montana . . . if I expire, I want people to have a starting point, by which to start an investigation, if that isn't too much to ask for the largest heist in the nation's history . . . watched, movie, Slumdog Millionaire, what, because I am not a Kennedy, Rockerfeller, Clinton, Heinz, I can't make money . . . the Internet, is the last frontier, look a my fucking numbers, and that only tells part of the story, most of the hits are buried and stolen, or in the dark web, deep internet! I should be a fucking multi-billionaire by now! Chump change, or favor, frauds? All on the payroll, so they are not going to investigate . . . Shelley's son came home from school one day, in junior high, and he said, that some popular girl told Ty, he would never be popular, Shelley told him, oh yeah, if you give $5 to each kid in school, you will be popular . . . yeah, that is her motto, and it worked, integrity, honesty, loyalty, oh, hell no, money, oh, hell yeah, even if they get the money, from the coffers of the same person they are being paid to fuck! FUCK ALL OF YOU! It is my money, you are getting, she didn't make it, I did!
UVA Student--Martese Johnson--Students Have Duel Residents When IN College! ABC Cops Should Know This! Wrong Zip Code? Arrest? Bloodied Face? Come ON!
I just applied to be legal counsel, at Montana State University, before that application, I considered, the job announcement for assistant police chief, just because on incidents, like this one, involving, Alcohol, Beverage Control Cops . . . no, just control cops! There is an investigation going on, with the Department of Justice, or the FBI, into what happened at the UVA, with Martese Johnson, who is an honor student, president, or something like that, but well known on campus, a third year student, so probably 21 years of age, of drinking age, although, it was reported that he was not drunk, blood alcohol tests showed that . . . so what was the deal? I can only report what I heard, from the news, if I am translating it correctly, so trust what you get first hand, I was getting dressed, and going in and out this morning, but I heard that he was refused admittance to the Irish Pub, after midnight on St. Patrick's Day/Night, what is that about? Perhaps the bar was closing, or whatever, Johnson's attorney, said, he never presented false ID, but I guess in fairness, that as the ABC cops, asked him for his ID, he gave the wrong zip code . . . which would be easy to do, since, students, generally, have two residents, or a domicile and a residence, one with their parents, which Johnson, did, parents in Chicago, and then a residence, at the UVA, so mistakenly giving the cops, the wrong zip code, the one you had used your whole life, might be more expected, than not, and the cops should know this.
Apparently, that was the cause for the arrest, the wrong zip code? By what fucking law? I couldn't even get someone charged with perjury, for lying on the witness stand, and as I understand, it the U.S. Supreme Court, it is okay for cops to lie on the witness stand, under certain circumstances? REALLY? I am glad it is not your ass on the hot seat! But, so, a kid, from Chicago, going to school, in Virginia, accidentally giving the cops the wrong zip code, and why were they having him recite it in the first place? Are they questioning the validity of the guy's states, driver's license division, that they entertain fraud, on a driver's license. I don't think it is mandatory, even with the move to a new state, for a student to get a new driver's license. I don't recall that me and my husband, as we went from Utah to Arizona, for grad school, ever changed our driver's license, we still saw ourselves as visitors, while in school, and residents of Utah, and never changed. So, as the young man, was pinned, he yelled, over and over again, that he went to UVA, I go to UVA, I go to UVA you fucks! I would be pissed as hell, and thank God, the blacks, are more forgiving, and this gracious young man, with students across campus, furious, said, we are all one in the community, and he hoped his wounds would heal . . . I am sure his 10 stitches on his head will heal, before the scares to his heart will!
A FELLOW STUDENT SAID: NO MATTER WHAT WE DO, NO MATTER HOW WE DRESS, NO MATTER HOW SMART WE ARE . . . WE ARE STILL JUST BLACK!
This student, looked like an India, Indian, who said this, and how tragic, sad, and a pathetic commentary on the state of race relations in this country! Someone on Morning Joe, news show, said, that they hoped that this incident, would serve as a time for healing, for education, for change . . . how many more of these incidents do these black students, their parents, their friends have to endure, before, the nation, who promotes due process and equal protection of the law . . . actually walks the walk? We fucking, demand a change! This young man, is well known, well respected, a student leaders, not in a gang, a terrorist group, but in an honor club! What the fuck? I would hope there is more to this story, because this is pathetic on several accounts, the Pub, with Irish, knowing full well what it is like to be discriminated against, in this country, a century ago, maybe that is why they all became cops! But, that is my first question, why in the hell was he denied access? Maybe he was just 17 when he entered college, and he is only 20, and you can't drink until you are 21? His attorney, said he never showed fake ID, so what was the problem? And smashing a face, arrest, for what? Accidentally giving your home zip code? What? Really? What was he arrested for? What was he beaten for? Justification?
You know, this morning or last night on the news, someone stood up in the Senate, and was pushing for a vote on U.S. Attorney General Nominee, Loretta Lynch, stating that Congress was making her sit at the back of the bus, again, just like Rosa Parks, who was brave enough to sit up front, of the bus, and making the statement that Congress was just re-enforcing this mantra, from the 60's. Senator McCain, stood up and wanted an apology from the other Senator, sorry didn't get his name, but I agree, and said, that we don't do that here in America . . . bull fucking shit! Racism is at the bottom of both issues! No matter how good they are, what achievements they make, how good their education and career track, when all is said and done, they are still just black! And it is not just blacks, but every dark skinned person, Native Americans included, my friend, Sandra Ironman, she said that growing up, she was called a desert nigger . . . she lives in the mountains! Don't you think it is time, to go for a more perfect UNION, and respect everyone? I do, college campuses, should be models of insight, equality, respect for brains and acumen, not places of violence, beatings, and disrespect, and discrimination!
WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS AMERICA! WE DON'T NEED TO GO TO OTHER COUNTRIES TO FIGHT HUMAN RIGHTS--WE HAVE ISSUES RIGHT HERE!
Good For Connecticut--Marijuana Charges Can Be Erased!
Connecticut, is not willing to go so far as to say, that they approve of legalized marijuana, but they are sophisticated enough thinkers, to determine, that most marijuana users, are not threats to the community, and they want them to be able to get jobs, housing and not have their records, messed up for even the traditional time for expungement or record clearing. For most felonies, someone is looking at having that on their record for 5 years, and for a misdemeanor, for about 3 years, and that is after they apply to have it expunged! So, while the feds, still have marijuana, on the Schedule I, Substance Control list, right there with heroin and cocaine, can you imagine? Silicone Valley, place of some of the best and brightest minds in the nation, has marijuana running rampant . . . just heard that it is high tech that is keeping the economy going, so? Creative geniuses use it! I have, however, seen, that some people can't handle it, but this state, has countered the negative effects of the feds, controlled substance, and made it possible to get records cleared.
The other night, I watched, the old movie, with Kevin Costner, playing FBI agent, Elliot Ness, in the Untouchables, dealing with the prohibition of liquor, the bootlegging, and the mob, imparticularly, Al Capone, who eventually went to jail for tax fraud. But, alcohol, back in the day, is where marijuana today is, with the legalization. Before Ness, came into the Chicago police department, he had undercover find out how many cops, were partaking of alcohol . . . almost all of them, yet they were the ones enforcing the laws, things are not different now, the cops are using it as regularly as everyone else, I got 8 cops fired in St. George, 2 on the Dixie State University campus, fired, back in 2008, for not only using, but growing marijuana in three counties, then selling it to medical marijuana states, and pushing it through drug cartels on the streets, call it job security, and getting big time grants from the feds! But, Ness tells the cops, they are to refrain from using alcohol, during the busts and investigations.
At the end of the movie, and Al Capone and crew are going to jail for tax evasion, a reporter asked Ness what he was going to do, now that they were behind bars . . . if alcohol was legal, go home and have a cold beer! I think this statement says a lot. The laws need to be changed. The cops, who also smoke pot, are just doing their jobs, continuing to get fucking huge grants, for playing the game, they all know is a loser, that of arresting and locking up, people involved in a victimless crime, with people, in my little, rights based mind, able to do what they want with their bodies, from abortion, in the first trimester, to smoking marijuana, to the right to die with dignity! God may be easier on us, that the legislatures! What more important property right do we have, than our own body! Compensate us for taking away our rights to life, liberty and property, without due process and equal protection! 5th and 14th amendments!
GOV. DANNELL MALLOY--HORRIFIED BY INCARCERATION RATES!
Rightly so, when over 34% of the American adult population has been in prison, we should all reassess our laws, what is driving such high numbers, at times so far above other industrialized countries? Gov. Malloy, and the Connecticut legislature, found that between 1985 to 2008, I believe about the time, President Obama, in a letter, called off the feds, and told them to follow state legislative leads on the issue of marijuana laws . . . Montana legalized medical marijuana, in 2004, and the raids by the feds, even after the letter from the President, raided 11 medical marijuana growers, when it was legal at 5:00 and illegal at 6:00, literally, the second the law was just rescinded for reconsideration and review, 30 people were arrested, one died while incarcerated . . . that during that time, the prison population in their state TRIPLED! They are basically decriminalizing marijuana use, so people's lives are not fucked up, by charges and records. GOOD JOB! The great thing about our federalist system, of both a federal and state governments, is that we have 50 states that can act as test states for the rest of the nation, as is Washington and Colorado, DC, now. We can see how they handle legalization, and then take the good from the bad, without putting the whole nation at risk of being too hasty, to make sweeping changes.
CVS--HEALTH OVER WEALTH--YOU WILL BE BLESS FOR TAKING CIGARETTES OUT OF YOUR STORES! GOOD EXAMPLE!
One thing I have learned by coming to Montana, is how much cigarette smoking controls people, and how grateful, that I was raised in the Mormon church, not to drink or smoke, drugs too, sex before marriage, didn't say anything about after marriage . . . so open, I guess. But, you are helping people at your stores, know that your commitment to their health, is not just in words only, but in actions too. For once, corporate America, is making people's lives, worth more than the almighty dollar. Amazingly great!
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