Out to Kill! Hiding Behind Garbage Dumpster Gates and Fence all Night, Sliding in the Shadows, Dare for a Double . . . Duck Hunting Season!
Sheriffs make yourselves useful . . . easy evidence . . . the Great Clips, smoker's chair, that was sitting outside, the Kalispell store, at Hutton Ranch Plaza, is sitting inside the dumpster, behind the fence of Pier 1 or another store down the way, on the back side of the strip mall! There were too many, OUT TO KILL that night, going in an out of the parking lots at 4:00 a.m., so, as very uncharacteristic of ME, I failed to return the chair, that goes by the black plastic smoke thing, where the butts go!
Yesterday, after another, of hundreds of harrowing nights, on the run from unknown assailants, threatening capture, bodily harm, serious injury, and death, for doing what? I guess, daring to fight to be me, failing to acquiesce to their demands--to cease and desist being ME, actually still, daring taking claim and credit for my life, my children, my career, my resume, my blog, as little hits as they will allow me--the writer, not cow toughing to threats, intimidation, tracking me like a hunted animal or bird, refusing to give in to the lies, perpetrated bogus doubles, fraud, misrepresentation, smoke screens . . . cramping their style, not allowing them to be me . . . limiting the bull shit, keeping up the exposure, knowing that what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger . . . at the Flathead County Republican Pachyderm meeting at the Red Lion Hotel, at noon, with the editor of the Daily Inter Lake Newspaper, Frank Meile, at least that is how I think you spell it, as the guest speaker, making the timely, insightful, and totally right on comment, that one of the biggest threats to freedom is that we have lost the right of self-determination! Hey, tell me about it, that is exactly what is going on in my life, some group of fucked up pigs, yes, cops--local, state and federal, mafia--organized, official and unofficial, Mormons, family, and others, have decided, they love what I do, create, write, procreate, build, raise, and touch . . . but, they fucking HATE ME! Therefore, I, have lost the power, the right, the ability to actually, be myself or the right of self-determination to fucking be ME! LOL! Now, exactly who in the fuck, and where, did these dip shits decided that this is the case, completely is baffling to say the least and just down right retarded at best, to put it bluntly! LOL! I for one, will not give up my right to self-determination!
Truly, These Guys are Maggot Brains . . . They Eat Shit for Breakfast!
I can always, always, always, tell when shit is going down . . . there are normal activities, that astute people, who are observant, can tell when something is up, look at what is normal, and abnormal, or when things change, exponentially grow, with undercover operatives, burgeoning the place I am at, like at Walmart, this morning . . . the number of employees, grew, from a few handfuls, one every several isles, to about 4 per isle, where I was sitting reading Cosmo . . . What Guys Really Think . . . interesting, waiting for the donut crew to get baking, but as I looked up and noticed all the agents, I booked it out and across the street, where just the night before, the sheriff, drives though the drive thru, the guy across from me, on his computer, who has been trying to smile at me, and another guy, who looked, actually, like he had a bullet proof vest, outside his clothes, with what appeared to be a badge on his sleeve, until he noticed that I looked at him, and into the backpack it went, sitting there in his HuHot uniform . . . pretending to be a cook, rather than a cop, who had an ear-piece in, and was promptly on the phone, as I took off, until he saw, that I was back . . . and magically as I sat in the Game room at Walmart, he and another guy came from McDonald's, right to where I had never been before! I got up and left again!. A sting op is going to go down, or some shit brain, like the fuckers sitting over on the stools, here at McDonald's, right now, the identifier, someone who barely knows me, but can identify me . . . the song on right now, by Grand Funk Railroad: "someone is sitting just outside the door, to take you away, spent too much time anticipating . . . "
Even for these Patriot Act, useful idiots, handling a bad ass con law chick, like myself, is a bit, like anticipating, tangling with a rattler, and twice as mean as one! So, hell, yeah, sitting outside the door, spending too much time anticipating, is right on, by 100%, because they know that I am going to demand my rights, can prove who I am, and will definitely ask for a jury, to deliberate, and compare what these fucks have done to me, as compared to my alleged, wrong doing, which is . . . ? I guess if you want to put a label on me, I am one of the dangerous, left-overs, from the rebirth of the constitutional reign, the rightful law, that is taking hits, like the god-damn, Salish-Kootenai Water Compact, that is blatantly UNCONSTITUTIONAL, shockingly unconstitutional, with Governor Bullock, signing it yesterday . . . a former, attorney general? Totally fucked up, and one of the biggest opponents of Citizens United, with unlimited, dark money, pouring into the state, by the tons, all in favor of the tribal rights, that do not exist! A water right is only something that is used for the use and benefit of the reservation, not all the fucking water rights, that the Montana Constitution says belongs to the state and the citizens, of which the Indians are also, fully granted citizens of this state!
Analogical Comparison . . . We, the United States Government, Not only Won the American Indian Wars, but the Mexican American War . . . Why are We So Pissed that the Hispanic People are Taking America Back without FIRING A SINGLE SHOT? We Should Just Give it Back to Them . . . Time Immemorial Rights, Just Like the Indians! Hey, and Why Not Give the Brits Back the Colony of America? Dumb Shits!
Another thing Frank, the editor of the newspaper, said, was that diversity means, you all have to be the same! This is the argument, the shit heads, doing this to me, are using . . . that if I am an attorney, all my dumb ass sisters, who were to lazy to go to law school, want something for nothing, and are members of the Hate JoAnn Club, or the CIA Make a Wish Foundation . . . all get to be attorneys! Wow, that is so cool--NOT! We are all created equal, under the law, entitled to justice, but, there are distinctive characteristics, based on merit, effort, education, ability, God-given gifts, distributed, no all in the same manner, but all are contributors . . . song: all they want is your money, all they is your money . . . that is the bottom line, all you got is money; I should be worth a fucking, living fortune, from cases, blogging and payment fro legislative analysis . . . all they want is my money! But to get it, they have to be ME! Because, I am into the merit system of giving credit where credit is earned and deserved! I actually think, if Shelley, Sue, Rachel, Tiffany, Marcie, Jared, my father, or others want to be a lawyer, they can go to law school, attend classes, and earn that degree, then take the bar exam!
Shelley, my older sister, brunette, hazel eyes, not blonde with blue eyes, sitting here at Kalispell, McDonald's, had a conversation with me, back in the day before, this all went down, while we were sitting at the Wagon Wheel Restaurant, and Shelley had created a mortgage company; however, she had to rely on me, to go to court for her, and there was a marked difference, when the clients, were with me, as I took charge, getting to the facts of their cases, just an hour before court, and then went in and was getting wins, that no other attorney in the nation, was getting. Some even gave me hints, that Shelley was presenting herself to them as an attorney, just not a trial attorney or one who went into court, which is common, there are tons of attorneys, who are terrified to go into court, transactional attorneys, tax attorneys, appeals attorneys who are killer writers, but they are not trial attorneys . . . I just happen to be a one stop shop attorney who can do it all, trial, appeals, writing, arguing . . . etc.
Fee splitting is against the rules of professional ethics and responsibility, so I told Shelley, that if I was going to continue to go into court, for her clients, doing a limited appearance, she was going to have to clear this with the courts, to make sure that all was cosher with the courts, and the bar, so as not to get us into trouble. Shelley, tried to tell me that she could argue or be an attorney, under the paralegal rule, or the third year law student rule . . . I reminded her, that she was neither a paralegal, nor a 3rd year law student! She said, that she could go to Wyoming and practice law, or take the California bar exam . . . okay, so do it! But you are in Utah, and you must have attended an accredited law school, and have passed the bar exam, which I, yes, little homeless, member of the U.S. Supreme Court bar, and three other bar associations, with certificates of Good Standing from the Utah Supreme Court, had, until the day, I got sworn in back in D.C. after racing against the enemies, who had decided, Shelley, or Kay fucked better, or at least were nicer than I am, and didn't jilt the boys club, therefore, they were more qualified by the clubs, standard to be me, than I was or am! This is so god-damned, laughable, that would be hilarious, if it were not TRUE!
I terrify, men, cops, judges, husbands, opposing counsel, and whomever . . . probably, because, I never, never, never, ever, expected to get something for nothing . . . I paid for every thought that comes into my head! There is not short cut to success! I am successful, at everything I do, but for interference, staging, manipulating, and doing all the shit they do to keep me down, because, they know damned well, that you, dear reader, do not believe that I could be this accomplished, successful, lettered, and be on the fucking streets! And what about Edward Snowden, most of us, are DEAD, or would be, if they could get us! Whistle blowers, truthloaders, those of us who do not have maggot brains . . . can see what is going on, and are fighting . . . my fucking story makes TOTAL SENSE! If they take everything from me, houses, cars, trucks, cases, etc., I don't have it, or anything. They stop me from jobs, apartments, lovers, etc. What I am telling you, is the truth . . . if these bitches you are working with, are giving you grants, bribing you, and they drive, live in houses, have nice clothes, jewelry, they are not ME, they are not being chased, they do not spend sleepless nights in Seattle, Salt Lake, Kalispell, Missoula, Durango, etc.! My life, my clothes, my teeth, my lack of money, and whatever, proves my point, my history, my life . . . attorneys who take on the government the way I did, are all dead . . . they are not prospering, living in great homes, wearing wonderful clothes! Maggot brains! THINK!
I Can't Believe the Sheriff Hasn't Got YOU! Bus Driver!
Believe me, it is not for a lack of trying . . . I am just smarter than cops, sorry and that goes for the CIA, FBI, DIA, NSA, and whatever flavor of cops, local, state, federal. Now that doesn't mean, that at some point, I will just get so sick of running, fighting, exposing, leaving places in the middle of the night, and get caught, just from being so bored, tired, and just totally, hating this shit every night, every town, every time I write, and defending who I am, and telling you the god-damn truth, while you are sitting there picking your nose, thinking all attorneys are RICH . . . the good ones are NOT! I operate on principles, concepts, and constitutionally based truths, promises, and rights, not MONEY! Money, is a necessary evil to me, but it sure as hell is not my motivator, my drive, nor my goal, never has been! As for the large damages, I gave my clients, general guidelines, and they set their own damages, based, a lot on the Digital Millennium Act . . . for getting trashed on the Internet, over and over again . . . Thomas G. Vail, was on 9 search engines, 45 times a day . . . times that by $2500 to $25,000! Hank or Henry S. Brock and Jay Rice, were on the Internet, as the "Fraud Poster Boys" of Utah . . . what I coined them as in the case, and that the nation picked up on! Jay was on the Internet for 4 years and Hank, 8 years, times that out, by the amounts and you will see, that the government liability was astronomical!
How does the government get rid of a bright female attorney, with over $700 million worth of cases against everyone from the Department of Justice to Homeland Security, ICE, and clients, lined up and waiting? Take out the common denominator, the smart attorney, take her house, take her clothes, her vehicles, her law practice, her furniture, her plants, her art collections, and remnants of wealth and success! Believe me, they know how stupid people are . . . dress for success, fake it until you make it! No, there is no short cut to success! Successful attorneys, don't always make a shit load of money, there are motivators, drives, more lofty than money, and American greed!
Trade in Your Maggot Brains . . . Get Smart! I Don't Do Stupid Well! THINK! It is not that HARD! Logic Dictates! What do YOU Know about Government Dissidents? They are Targeted, Followed, Tracked, Jailed! Think! Logic!
LOL! While I was trying to ditch those whom can access my blog, freely, without being me, and change, steal, kill, and change it, I accidentally, was taken to the graph that shows me the hit patterns, again, very manipulated, stolen, and whatever, they have done . . . and to the irony of the boob, bitches, the graph, was in the shape of blue tits! Blue is my color for Mormons, Mo Muffins, plastic surgery queens, fake as you thinking that any one of them could ever, ever, ever, be me . . . everything from their boobs, to their teeth, to their nipped and tucked tummies, lol, all symbolic of the fact that they are not opposed to getting something for nothing, and the short cut way, the easy way, the fake way . . . I have 100 pounds to lose and I am working out at the gym every day, the old fashioned way, earning the body I get . . . do you think for one second that I couldn't go in and get my ass sucked, tits pumped, peck muscles tied up, porceline teeth, tummy tuck, for money? That is the easy way, and I don't respect, it any more than a fake law degree, fake cases, fake blogs, fake anything . . . that is just not me, nor are fake kids, I have 4, and one is, Elliot Taylor Secrist, bass guitarist for Parallax, God's Revolver, Maraloka, and now, Ditch in the Delta!
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