Wednesday, April 8, 2015

NIGHTSTALKER--DELICIOUS SPARKLING MADE BY YOU! DRINK'N TIL TWO--PISTOL STEEL GUITARS, KEEP ON TRUCKIN' . . . RAMBO, CIA, FBI, ETHICS TRAINING . . . PRINCIPLE BASED CULTURE, BASED ON CONCEPTS THIS COUNTRY WAS FOUNDED ON . . . THAT OF THE OLD U.S. OF A.! THE MOVIE JUST MENTIONED IS HOW TO HANDLE ISIS, BOKO HAREM, AND THAT CHICKEN SHIT, AL SHABAB--SHOOTING PEOPLE SAYING THEIR MORNING PRAYERS IS A WHOLE DIFFERENT MATTER THAN DEALING WITH RAMBO! 147 PEOPLE KILLED, GOOD ARGUMENT FOR GUNS ON CAMPUS! UTAH HAS LAWS FOR CONCEALED WEAPONS ON COLLEGE CAMPUSES, MONTANA HAS CONSTITUTIONAL CARRY, BUT NOT ON CAMPUS . . . HOW LONG DO YOU THINK THESE ASSHOLES WOULD HAVE LASTED ON THE U OF U CAMPUS? MONTANA HAS ONE OF THE TOP NUMBERS IN VETS, YOU THINK THEY WOULD HAVE LET THESE BIG BAD TERRORISTS SHOOT PEOPLE PRAYING? SPECIAL OPS, SEALS, CIA, MERCENARIES, ASSASSINS . . . I AM NOT YOUR BIGGEST PROBLEM! I AM A BAD ASS, HOWEVER, I CAN ASSASSINATE MORE PEOPLE THAN YOU CAN BY WORDS ALONE . . . THE WORD IS MORE POWERFUL THAN THE SWORD! GUYS WHO HAVE TRIED TO PICK ME UP THIS YEAR, OTHER THAN THE USUAL SUSPECTS, FED AGENTS, PALESTINIANS, ISRAELI CHRISTIAN JEWS, AFGHAN MECHANICAL ENGINEERS, JEWISH AMERICAN MILITARY--SPECIAL FORCES, NOW AN ARAB LOOKING GUY . . . THEY EITHER WANT TO KILL ME, BUT BETTER STILL, GET ACCESS TO MY BLOG, REACHING AROUND THE WORLD! BIBI NETANYAHU . . . LIKUD . . . THAT WORD IS ALWAYS IN THE NEWS ARTICLES ABOUT ISRAEL, PHONETICS "LIKE YOU DEAD!" "D" IN MY FEDERAL TAX CODE BRAIN, REPRESENTS "DEAD" OR "DEATH" . . . GO FIGURE, GUYS HALF MY AGE, GENERALLY GOOD LOOKING, EDUCATED . . . NICE, BUT NO DICE! I DON'T ANSWER TO ANYONE BUT MY AMERICAN BORN & BRED, LEGALLY EDUCATED, CONSTITUTIONAL BRAIN! SO GOOD LUCK, ASSASSINS, CALL IT LIKE I SEE IT! A LITTLE MORE OF THE JAMES & JOANN REALITY NEWS SHOW! THOSE SHADES OF GREY, JUST BEGINNING! LOL!

Rockin' To Grand Funk Railroad . . .  Just Waved To the Conductor & Passengers, on the Awesome, Old School, Durango & Silverton Railroad, Jet Black Smoke Stacks, Train Whistle, She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain When She Comes . . . What a Sight, Jam Packed with Passengers Already, Book Your Tickets, Maybe 20 Seats Left, Early Season!  Hey, I Hear There is a Blue Grass or Folk Festival, Next Weekend, April, 17-19, 2015!

Waking Dreams at 3:00 A.M.--Delicious Sparkling Made By You!

I am wide awake by early morning, almost the time I generally get up, around 4:30 a.m,, entertained by visions, memories, fun, provided, by none other than James Kennedy, or Angel as the locals call him . . . it is amazing what catches some one's eye, and attracts them, for me, it is stupid, little things, nothing earth shattering, big, expensive, dangerous, just crazy shit, like the second night, after all James' standard pick up lines were shot down by me, and I think his normal game was throw for a loop, not knowing, really what to do with me, or when he saw me, making his entrance and exits getting coffee, late this night, amped up on nicotine and caffeine, I was just sitting there, watching him; I think he felt my eyes, on him, as they always were, grace and beauty don't escape my mind and eyes, much, so, he was a natural target of my piercing blue eyes, and he quickly turned around, all, and I am guessing, 6'4" of, awe shucks, country boy, farm raised, naturally fit body, and he leaned back, on one leg, with the other foot forward, and flipped me the double peace sign!  LOL!  I smiled and said, good night, have a good one, and he darted out the door, as if totally relieved to get the hell out of my presence . . . did you ever have the feeling that someone was watching you . . . but still he is watching you, someone is waiting outside the door, to take you away, everybody knows why he is waiting just outside the door to take you away!  Grand Funk!

Thud on the Door . . . Get Yourself Together Friend!

Who wasn't there you weren't looking for . . . get back inside and shut the door!  G.F.  You don't have nobody, you are there by yourself.  Okay, so I told you yesterday, in my blog, that the first day, I got in Durango, and slept at the shelter, James told me I would like, and that he was going to, me following, or so I thought, there were a pair of man's shoes, just outside the woman's door, going out the basement, rather than through the upstairs doors, and they looked as if, a man, invisible was standing there, looking over the valley and town below!  I wondered if this was his sign, that he was there, watching me, but he was observing, rather than participating, and just watching how the town cops, or their invited visitors were treating me.  James is one guy, who may, have been indoctrinated by others, but he is smart enough to prove beyond a reasonable doubt, if they are telling him the truth, or lying to him!  However, I could never get him to come up to the library, my computer had been fried by feds, NSA, in Missoula, weeks earlier, and watch videos of my son's bands, God's Revolver, Hard Rock Band of 2008 and Maraloka, with the Red Headed Jesus . . . he never would!  

I kept seeing the word, Madison . . . or Mad I Son . . . lied to that it was Shelley's son, Isaac, which by the way, has a double, hanging out around Durango, as of the last two days, brunette, like his mother, dark eyes, brown or hazel, like Shelley's--mine are blue ice, genetics children, 3 baby blues, and one green hazel, like her dad, Greta--showing up at the City Market this morning and playing guitar by the Amimus River yesterday, when I left the library, NOT MINE! . . . Not, Sweet Child O Mine, with the bluest eyes like the skies in Montana!  Government double shit!  Isaac is always tagging with his mother, she is his bread and butter, his lifeline, and he is totally dependent on her!  Elliot has been emancipated since he was fucking 5 years old, when me and his father divorced, back in about 1989, Provo court records, for those who are into evidence?  Elliot's birthday is coming up, May 3, 1983, born in Ogden, Utah . . . Isaac Anderson, was born, June 21, 1983, in Salt Lake or Bountiful, because, Shelley, the family welfare mom, was living with my parents, who lived on Chokecherry Lane, Bountiful, Utah!  Evidence, evidence, evidence, you dumb shits!  You are part of the solution, or you are the fucking problem!

STATE OF DENIAL . . . LYING COPS!

James always had earphones in, and I was never sure if he was getting Intel, or listening to music, if you caught him off guard and alone, he was venting to someone, or about something?  I have vented, screamed, yelled, sworn, and been generally pissed off, back in the day, when I knew they, Utah, government, feds, local and state cops, prosecutors, and others, had stripped me of my identity, credibility, verifiable jobs, and anointed, Shelley, big sis, and government snitch, to be me!  That is 15 years of thinking the woman, you are dealing with, was THE, actual and real, JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., who had kicked the shit out of the cops, at all levels by 2000, in about 3 areas, and a powerful and known enemy, with all the credibility an attorney could have!  On top of that, she, a good little Mormon girl, didn't have skeletons in her closet, to compromise her, no drugs, drinking, sex, doing anything the moral right thing, taking the high road of her oath as an attorney, to preserve, defend and protect the U.S. and state Constitutions . . . the source of all the conflict, with the Bush era, Patriot Act!  A almost 20 year history, of doing the right thing, at the right time, to the right people, to the right extent!  An enviable ID to step into, and in this double blind world of espionage and sedition, valued above money!

THE POWER TO GO BACK TO BIRTH, SWITCH ID . . . MAKE ME, HER--HAG FACE, MAKE HER & DIP SHIT CRIMINAL SON, US--ME & MINE, THEY BOTH GET CLEAN SLATES!  WHAT BETTER FOR CRIMINALS?

The problem is, Shelley is worth shit, and so is her worthless son!  Kill me and Elliot, and you kill the Golden Geese!  LOL!  The moral and ethical decision, is let JoAnn, keep writing using her first amendment rights, trashing the hell out of the boys and girls of the cop world, local, state and federal levels, and keep the filthy lure, going in to the hands of dirt bag, dirty fuck scoundrels, Mormons, Mob, MIB! or give up that old American Greed! to stop her!  Years ago, son-in-law, Dallas, said, one day, Jo, they are going to pay you a shit load of money, just to shut you, the fuck up!, but, he, might, just might say that Shelley is ME, due to pressure, or because I am a brutal mother-in-law, beyond the typical pain in the ass, threatening him that if he makes a wrong move, I will take everything he finds, near and dear to him!  His threats of using his father's, Georgian attorneys, alleged bad asses, against my daughter, should know, that they don't hold a candle to me, and he knows that by now!  I know he reads my blog faithfully, and is realizing, that money is not everything, and bitch face, shit shu dog, Kay, is not match for his bad ass con law chick mother-in-law . . . he respects the power!  

Bimbo's like the Southwick mafia chicks, hate the men who made them . . . just like in the movie BAD COMPANY, they refer to the CIA, as "the Company" if you don't know, because, the men made them . . . they are man-made, and I am both God and self made genius!  And I have no problem with modesty or humility . . . one of the things the boyz clubs hate worst about me!  Girls clubs, take some lessons!  Separate church from state, I owe nobody humility, except my GOD!  He tells me, not to trust in the arm of flesh, a lesson, I learned a hell of a long time ago!

JAMES THE SMART, AND JAMES THE STUPID . . . SNEAK OUT & MEET ME!

So, a few nights ago, it must have been Saturday night, because, I had trashed James II, by Sunday night. But, I am as adventuresome as you get, used to sneak out, every night, in the summer, meet guys, like my brother-in-law, before I lined him up with Marcie, my baby sister, after he waited 5 years for me, kept calling me, and wanting to see, me, and I did a reality check, bringing, my two small daughters, up to his parents house, in Bountiful Hills, he was building at the time, back 35 years ago, and offering him a substitute, cute, athletic, shapely, sister, who was 5 years younger than us . . . worked and they are both still married, so are Sue and Kevin, whom by way of reminder, I also, lined up, the matchmaker!  So, I was all up for sneaking out, if I was in a position, to sneak out . . . the doors in the shelter have alarms, and I told him, earlier, that I didn't want to sleep out in the dirt!  LOL!  And believe me, in the past three years, that I have been chased, threatened, harassed, and pushed around, from city to city, state to state, and shelter to mission, with all being bribed, until they are forced to do what the cops tell them to do!

Heart breaker, can't take her, bringing me down, G.F. . . . listen, James II, you had no problem setting me up for a fall, and possibly a hit, so fuck you!  If you can't take it, don't dish it out.  Bullies, can sure as hell, get their kicks, being the big brave guys with a total police force, feds, and all behind, them, but they can't take it when the target of their fucking schemes, sees right through their shit, straight out the CIA training manuals, that game has been played too many times on me, fuck the honey traps!  But anyway, while James II, was texting me, with a bit of sexting--hey, I am human!, with both of us, wide a wake, and longing to see each other . . . and him acting as if he was right outside, waiting for me, some one, hit the door from the outside?  I wondered if James II was out there, until I asked him, the next day if he was outside and pounded on the door?  He said, no, should I have been . . . nightstalker!  Was it James I, trying to warn, divert an inevitable hit, assault, lock up . . . as if that hasn't been done before!  Iron County, conspiring with Grand County Judge!  9 days, in solitary confinement, 23 hours a day!

James I, Dancing to Love Her, Like A Cowboy . . . Sexy, Sexy, Sexy!

This is for the ladies at the Manna Soup Kitchen, curious as hell about Kennedy!  Here it goes, girls, wet panties!  LOL!  Yeah, Dad, I am the bad daughter, I get turned on by, a 6'4" stud, totally gorgeous, almost doing a lap dance for me, with all the virility and masculinity, any man deserves, to have, unabashed, not inhibited, knowing, that if I had money, it would be done, in my lap, and not, in front of several other people's eyes; the fully dressed part, didn't take away a damned thing, so fucking cool, manly, and fun, fun, fun! LOL!  The song was playing, in the background, but loader than normal, James and I were talking, or in a group of people talking, he didn't talk much, so, not sure, but the memory, is life altering, if you know what I mean, gals?  But, out of the blue, the beat, the words, the situation, the mood, just hit, James, and to all of our delight, males and females . . . I appreciate beauty from either side of the spectrum, what more can I say!  But James starts, to dance, gyrate, move that big frame, in nothing other than pure joy, relating to the music, the scene, the night, and total adoration, how can you help it!  Right up in front of everyone, in the spotlight, not hiding in the shadows!  I need to go dancing with this boy!  Oh, yeah!

I have long held the belief, that a man makes love the way he dances!  Maybe that is why so many of them will not dance . . . so this was so fucking fun, cool, unexpected, and sexy!  Woman, should have seen you coming, should have started runnin' . . . evil woman, can't you see that I am begging you!  G.F.! Getting under my skin, the way you laughed at my pain . . . don't you know the devil is calling you?  I'm begging you . . . please don't do that to me!  G.F.!  He, James, eviscerated, a previous memory of 3rd, hub, sweeping the floor, while we were listening to music one night, and he turned around, and danced, in a similar sexy manner, one of my favorite, or my favorite, memories of him!  You, ladies, curious about what James looks like . . . remember when, JFK Jr. was on the cover of People Magazine, as the sexiest man alive?  James is a 20 year older, more seasoned version, of John, rougher, deeper cuts in his face, not a baby face, with a voice like actor, Sam Elliot!  Perfect body!  Most of the time, I didn't want to make conversation, because James' voice was so deep, it sounded like it hurt, for him to talk!  LOL!

Sorry, the CIA/FBI Ethics Training is Obvious!  Watch the Movie . . . Wanted Dead or Alive!  Oh, Yeah!  I Am Going to Sit, Listen to Grand Funk Railroad, Rock Out . . . and YOU Wonder, Who Produced the Rock Star?  LOL!

  

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