Dirt Baggin' It Around, Montana, Colorado and Utah!
I just had lunch at the Kalispell, Salvation Army, my salvation, when I spend all my money, trippin' around three states, in a few days or week, going from Durango, to St. George, and back to Montana! While I was down visiting my daughter, Greta, her husband, Dallas, and three kids, Kael, Tristan, and Thaddeus, we watched a video about climbing the rocks at Yosemite National Park, in California, starting back in the 60's and 70's, with pot smoking hippies, two guys in particular, had a competition, going to do the most routes to the top of the shear rock face, from all different angles, in the least amount of time. Often the passions of the climbers, left them basically, just dropping in the park, without money, means, food, or whatever, and they would eek out an existence, so they could climb daily! I should have held on to my orange and white, Volkswagen van, one of the icons, that always, shows up on the scene, when there are dirt baggers, who have a drive to climb, surf, draw, skate, do law, or whatever the particular motives for their flare for life is, and all material possessions, go by the wayside, in favor of what really makes them tick, love, act, live, and exist. I think the video, was called, Upward Climb, or something like that, much like the climbers, equivalent of the Warren Miller Ski Films that come out each year.
Some people would doubt that God provides, for a bunch of pot smoking, sex crazed, rock climbers, and if you doubt it, there was a plane that crashed into the upper glaciers of the park, and it happened to be a drug king from Columbia, with a plane filled with premium marijuana, the climbers, who often went without food, and other necessities, never thinking they needed to do anything but climb, jobs, were a total backseat to the passion to scale up those huge ass rocks, but, as luck would have it, the climbers, discovered the plane, took the weed, sold it, on the market, and they all lived in style for a long time, and were given the means to live their dreams, as climbers, with taking on the face of the rocks, and what took earlier climbers, 2 years to climb, they did it in one day . . . later to have that record, broken by a young 17 years old, who not only climbed the Nose, but also climbed the massive rock formation, that stood on top of that, all in about 3/4ths of a day! But, they laughed and said they lived, total dirt bag lives! I do this to write my blog, I almost can't not write, love it, could write two or three blogs a day . . . it reminds me of the story or song, about the Red Ballet Shoes . . . here is that color, this dancer put on the magical shoes, and she could never stop dancing, until she died as an old lady as I recall!
Man Bitching & Moaning on the Bus . . . He Lost Everything--I Have 4 Times!
I was trying to cheer the man, who was drunk, up a bit, after a common acquaintance of ours, stole all his clothes, pictures of his wife who died of cancer, and a son, who died, also, I think, along with his money card, clothes, and the pieces of his life, that he had left, after losing his family, in Texas, which, don't get me wrong is terrible! But, I told him, he had two choices of how to react to it, he can fold up shop and die, or he can pick up and start over again. I noticed him, hitting on some woman at lunch, so cool, he thought I was laughing at him, I was just trying to let him know that there is life after loss, and sometimes it will be more fulfilling that what was going on in his life, prior to the loss! He is only in his 40's and he has a whole other life ahead of him, if he wants it, there for the taking. As I drove passed the 5th Judicial Court, in St. George . . . I was so happy, that I am not still sitting there like most of my colleagues, listening to some boring ass attorney, babble on and on, while I am just killing time, so I can pay him back by my own dribble too! LOL!
Is my life hard? Sometimes, but I would say, that 99 out of 100 days, I love my life, hard as it is! I was a bit depressed to see that my blog numbers had been skimmed off again, because that is the only pay I get, for writing, so, great, fun, stuff, that hopefully, will make you happy, love life more, love your family more, appreciate farmers, ranchers, bulls, tractors more than you did before you read my blog the other day! But, perhaps, what we are doing, right here, right now, hard or easy, is exactly what we need to be doing! I told this distraught man, that every time I have had to recreate my life, again and again, leaving friends, family, clients, and whatever, I have found that the next project, like my blog, is even bigger and better, than what I was doing before . . . my blog is more satisfying, has more influence than my cases, that got stolen as well, or legislation, ever was! I have been blessed with inspiration, passion, insights, dreams, love, caring, warnings, in areas of the law, relationships, parenting, writing, love, and whatever came into my mind to write about, that seemed divinely inspired! It has been the joy of my life, to write for you, to entertain, hopefully make you laugh, teach out about the Constitution, the law, the news, or whatever, and a sacred call that I felt for blessed to have had the education and training and background that you would listen to . . . and for that, I thank God and YOU for reading and honoring me with your time, your patience, and understanding as I vented, swore, told my story!
BUY THAT RED CAR! LOL!
People going through a mid-life crisis, or who want to get people's attention, show power, turbo energy, or make a statement, generally, will either dress, drive, or be attracted to the secret powers of the color RED! For the last few years, as I have test driven cars, after my truck was stole by the sheriffs and the people pulling the strings, like fucker, Frank, aka, Allan, brought in by Delta Force Intel, and others to shut me down, or stop me from getting a vehicle, a job, money or any sort, or whatever, I would always test drive a red car! Now the fortune cookie, telling me to buy the red car, went so far beyond just the car, but to the body, the love, the life, the future I want . . . basically, I said to me, GO FOR IT! I have conquered almost all my career goals, including writing a book, this was just a serial book, on line, just like the old writers, like Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist, Scrooge, Tale of Two Cities, Bleak House, etc. were written, with a chapter at a time, published in the local newspapers, to the delight of readers and subscribers, with about everyone able to enjoy and be entertained by the writer. That old time model is exactly what I intended to do with this blog . . . tell my story, write about my life, my ideologies, philosophies, the way I read the law, the U.S. Constitution, and how that relates to modern day, to what we are dealing with right now, right here, and right at this time in history!
My writing was alive, colorful, bold, brave, brazen at times, shocking, alarming, and exciting, I would hope, it was RED! There is song, country and pop singer, Taylor Swift, sings, with the album, named after the song, RED . . . she speaks of her other lovers, and she has had many, new ones all the time, but the one, she must have loved the most, or had the hardest time with, she compares being with him, to the color RED! Being with you, was like being RED! I love the song, can't remember the lyrics, but there have been and are men, that to me, are RED . . . had a very dramatic, lasting, powerful, and loving impact on my life! I don't believe, that fortune cookies, like that come around often, usually telling something about business, friends, career, etc., and I made sure I reminded the guy who waited on me at the Panda Express in Hutton Ranch Plaza, Kalipsell, Montana . . . for any cop like guys, who need evidence, that I am me, and purchased my $12, something dinner last night . . . but I reminded the guy to make sure to give me the cookie, so even more of a connection with the mysterious, the divine, the directive! Basically, be RED! Get that race car RED body, that was stolen, back in 2000 when you were poisoned . . . fucking take it all back! I had just called the Kalispell Athletic Club, having previously gone to the Summit, but was spied on within days, and stopped going there, as I did at the Capital City Gym in Helena, and the Planet Fitness in Las Vegas!
Get that RED body to match your face, and you can steal back not only the 10 years that were taken from you, but take back 25 years! Guys try to pick me up all the time and don't believe that I am 60! If the body was back, at the half size it was before the poisoning, who knows! Maybe it is time to ditch the free blog and start getting paid, after a year and a half free, and write for pay, and start getting the life you deserve, taking time to cut out the cluster fucks who steal everything, mafia or whatever, FUCK'EM! You don't just get to come along and steal my life, my kids, my career, my resume and my blog! I am going to set it up, with firewalls, protections, pictures, and other self-identifying evidence. The last blog I set up and didn't know what in the hell I was doing, and didn't want to stop anyone from getting the education about the law and the constitution . . . this time, I need to help my amazing children, get through law school, or their education, since my money was all stolen, but not this time!
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