Sunday, May 17, 2015

GOD-DAMN IT . . . FUCKING NSA, OR MORMONS, OR SHELLEY'S BULL SHIT CREW, JUST ERASED PROBABLY THE BEST TITLE EVER . . . THRASHED MEN, THROUGH CHRIST, SCRIPTURE, AND ADVICE ON BEING REAL MEN . . . GET REAL, GET JESUS! NOW THEY WILL TRY TO EITHER STEAL MY TITLE OR TRY TO WRITE ON IT, BUT THEY ARE TOO FUCKED UP TO KNOW HOW TO WRITE ABOUT IT, OR THE ABSOLUTE BASTARD, FRANK OF INTERPOL, HAS LIVED LIKE A JUVENILE, IMMATURE AS A 9TH GRADER, AND TRAINED CIA, FBI, INTERPOL, AND COPS, NATIONWIDE, TO ADORE THE BOOBS, FORGET THE BRAIN . . . DREAM OF WOMEN WITHOUT FACES, HEADS, FEATURES . . . KEEP THEM OBJECTS, THAT YOU CAN FANTASIZE ABOUT, UNTIL IT GETS REAL, THEN DITCH THEM FOR TWO 20 YEAR OLDS THAT WILL BRING YOU ENDLESS MISERY! QUIT SELLING MEN, COPS, BOYS AND WOMEN DOWN THE RIVER OF SHIT! ACTUALLY, I LIKE THIS TITLE BETTER . . . I AMP UP IN ANGER, SO, YOU DON'T GET THE NICER VERSION, YOU GET THE PISSED OF VERSION, WHICH IS EVEN MORE FUN! LOL! I WILL TELL YOU THE STORY OF THE HEADLESS MOOSEMAN! LOL! THE HEART OF ROCKIN' ROLL IS STILL BEATING; OH, OH, IT'S ONLY ROCKIN' ROLL, BUT I LIKE IT! LOL! PHASES IN MY LOVE CYCLE OR RELATIONSHIPS: (1) MISERY; (2) FIRE & DESIRE; (3) I'M NEVER GETTING OUT OF THIS BED . . . YOU HAVE THAT JAMES DEAN, JAMES DEAN LOOK IN YOUR EYES . . . THAT SLICKED BACK, LONG HAIR, CLASSIC LOOK! MY LIFE, FLASHES BEFORE MY MIND, WHEN I LISTEN TO MUSIC! ANY WONDER MY SON IS A ROCK STAR! I PROBABLY DANCED, PREGNANT, WITH BABY ROCKIN' IT TOO! LOL! AH, MUSIC THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE . . .

The Story of the Headless Mooseman!

As I sit in Starbucks, in the parking lot of the Red Lion Hotel, Kalispell, Montana, the barista, just called out the name, Rachel, reminding me of the story I was going to write yesterday, about the headless Mooseman! . . . I know, I don't drink coffee, but I like the bright, colorful and fun atmosphere, at Starbucks, like their attitudes, like their policies, like that they pay for college tuition for long time employees, to keep them, raised minimum wages, let people wear piercings and tattoos!  And they wanted to have conversations about race . . . where better than a kicked back coffee shop, of cool dudes and dudettes, baristas . . . daughter, Greta, used to work at the one in St. George . . . hey, if she works in Missoula, will the creator and founder, of Starbucks, pay for her law school?  I know, nice try, think it only covers undergraduate degrees, and she already has a master's degree, and it going to follow in her mama's footsteps and be a kick ass attorney of some sort, she will cut her own path, already has a scholarship at the University of Montana, thanks, since, mama attorney, is under suspicion for being a constitutional law attorney, bad ass as they come!  LOL!

Okay, so yesterday, God, Intel, tells me to go out the other door at McDonald's, not my regular path, we are creatures of habit . . . I don't question God, much anymore.  One time, while working up at the State Capitol Building, Salt Lake City, Utah, as an assistant attorney general.  The legislature was in session, and parking during the day was a nightmare, if not worse.  I had a new car, and for the 6 months, since I had been hired as the staff attorney, for the Utah Prosecution Council, back in the day, about 20 years ago, I parked my new white Tracer, going right into the parking spaces, like I had, not stopping half way, like you are suppose to, but went right through, headlights first into the next space, pointing the front of the car, out, rather than half way in, so I could make a quick get away, after work was over for the day.  That little small voice, said, don't park that way.  Why?  And I pulled back the way, you are intended to park in those spaces . . . then I thought, my way, not God's way, that is stupid, I have parked this way for 6 months, and pulled my car forward!  When I came out of work, that January day, during the session, someone had backed out of the space in the row, in front of me, and backed over my new car, taking out the front headlight!  Scream!  Why didn't I listen!  But, I did abide the advice, not knowing why, and walked to the other door of McDs, and crossed over to Walmart, from a direction or street, that I normally don't take, then crossed.

New Black Trucks, With Huge, POLICE on the Sides!

All week, I have been trashing the cops, the Patriot Act, asset forfeiture, their cash cow, and getting harassed by the cops, until, I slammed the shit out of them in my Thursday blog . . . this was Friday, and as I walked, a very abnormal route to Walmart across the street, just as I was about half way through the parking lot, this shiny new, black truck, passes me, but something was different, there were, big, block,  blue, letters on the truck, that said, POLICE!  To most of you, you would never notice, nor would that send shock waves into your system, but with me, murderers, rapist, and muggers, don't frighten me, but the cops, have locked me up twice, without cause, under the Patriot Act, without charges, warrant, or anything!  So, post traumatic stress syndrome sets in and I start acting guilty, like a criminal, or the criminal they think I am . . . we live up to the labels, that people put on us, like homegrown terrorist, government subversive, enemy combatant, regardless if that is not true, the Patriot Act, babies think it is!  So, I never, risk anything, and error on the side of safety, and ditched through the parking lot, into FVCC territory, and safety.  I am always on aerial surveillance, so that is how they track me, and can pull into Walmart and just the right time, as this cop did, but, I came from a different side, and the element of surprise, wasn't there, nor was I!  LOL!

I walk the next several miles to town, to get to the free dinner and freedom, from whatever, the plan was up there . . .  paranoid, yes and no, am I sure, that he was their for me?  NO, but, 90% of the time they are, and maybe this was one of the 10% times, but I doubt it!  So, I walk down the hill, and at the bottom, ditch into Moose's Saloon, mainly because I am tired, had worked out two hours that morning, and my souls of my shoe, has a hole in it the size of two quarters, and each pebble, feels like shard glass, cutting into my bare foot, since the double pair of socks, also have been worn through!  I didn't have money, which is common fare for me . . . but, the cool thing about Montana, is most of them have been there before, and they mind their own business, and don't ask why you are not buying a drink or dinner, just leave you alone, your business, right to privacy!  Dig that to hell, about Montana, poor in the right state!  LOL!  But, as I grab, the very most hidden table, and orange benches, just listening to the rock music, I look across the saloon, to an outline made of neon, white lights, and can't quit make out what it is, and then notice, it is an outline of a moose, but without the head lit up, making it look, like a headless moose . . . and that reminded me, or God gave me peace, and some fun thoughts, in light of the fact that men dream about women, usually without a face attached or a head even, just a body!

Rachel Southwick Hickey-Mooseman!  Mesmerizing Huge Boobs!

In Montana, nobody has boob jobs, in Utah, 4 of 6, Southwick sisters, have gotten them!  Utah has the highest plastic surgery rate in the nation, and Fox TV, the Nancy Grace Show, just a few months ago, did several programs, on a case in Utah, where a doctor, killed his wife, mother of his six children, after she had gotten, tons of plastic surgery . . . that doesn't change a person's soul, personality, brain, much, if you are okay with that sort of thing, but if you are not, that can, drastically change your image of yourself, and not always for good.  While in law school, at BYU, my roommate, who had sleep apnea, I think, snoring in the night, loud and uncontrollable . . . I was the perfect roommie, don't wake up for anything . . . got her problems addressed with her nose, and while the docs were working on it, they suggested she get a nose job too!  This girl was cute, fun, personality plus, great roommate, and just a really cool girl.  But, from what I understand, that she never came back the next year, because, after she had her nose done, she never felt she looked like herself again, and it totally changed her personality, and image.  It seems like I read a book, called Psychosybernetics, when I was first married, that basically said that very thing, that even though people would come to this plastic surgeon, and change their looks, and didn't change their body image, or what they felt of themselves, too, the surgery didn't do much for them, in fact hurt them and made them more insecure!  I read this book, 40 years ago, so I may not have the jest of the book right, but it may have had the influence on me, that made me never go for this shit!

But, it was kind of a comfort, as the cops, try with their very soul, to replace the glamorous, Barbie, without huge fake boobs, that slammed asset forfeiture, going nationwide, that the attraction to Rachel, was in sign and symbol on the wall of the Saloon . . . they are not looking at her face, nor anything but her body, as seen in this rendition of the moose, missing the lights on the head portion of the neon sign!  

I am not going to put, LOL, because, I think it is tragic, both Shelley and Rachel, have had tons of plastic surgery, and I would think that has led to some of this mess, as they get more and more insecure, in their bodies, age, looks, the more venom, hatred, jealousy, and envy, engulf their souls, and that is sadder than sad.  None of this had to happen in our family, torn apart, by greed, sibling rivalry, jealousy, and envy . . . not on my part.  I just never played that game, and these sisters, always in my shadow, were hurt, without me doing a thing to provoke it, couple that with men, who were jilted by me, and I will admit, like in the song, by Maroon 5, Misery . . . I was no jem to be married to, date, or hang with . . . more of a challenge and as time goes on, I have to remember, that someone who loves you is not your enemy!  I have had too many men, who, were against me, maybe attracted to me, and my confidence and power, as an attorney, on a big scale, so there was deceit, underlying agendas, and tons of loss, so it is hard for me, not to suspect, that all the men, who come into my life are undercover cops, or are paid to hurt me or my children!  And they have . . . I feel sad, that my sisters, were not only victimized, used and abused to get back at me, or try to make me jealous, or whatever, which doesn't work with me, I don't go there, don't need to, nor with men . . . there is always another one around the corner, never a problem with me, even at this age, weight, and whatever!  I can't relate, I am my own person! 

Objectification of Women . . . STOP IT!

There are two sides to this tragedy in this whole affair . . . that of the total destruction of a woman, who really did pay the price, to learn to write, speak, learn the law, be a kick ass attorney, contribute to the world, in fact, put on her, or my, resume, under personal interests, saving the world, and believing that was possible, but the flip side of this tragedy is the sisters, friends, and attorneys, who bought into this male, sack of shit, bull shit, lies, of what a woman should be, look like, act like, dress like, wear, and do her hair like. Not to mention, the male casualties, the marriages, the relationships, the jobs, the failed duties, the cheapening of professional ethics and responsibilities, that these older, immature leaders, national and state, that destroyed the true love, feelings, relationships between men and women, and based it on sex, drugs, lies, video tapes, and bodies from the neck down.  Recently, I was watching the FBI Files, series, called, The Dark Side of the Law . . . and in one episode, these cops, had taken justice into their own hands, killed, robbed, plundered, and whatever, since criminals in their minds were let off, they were underpaid, and some guys had lost their job for one reason or another.  So they took the law into their own hands, and determined, without help of the prosecutors and judges, with three prosecutors and judges, coming under the attack of the rogue cops, for not meting out justice the way, the cops thought they should.  

But, in this particular episode, at first, there were some porn kings, who these cops, thought were scum, doing porn movies, and sex trafficking kids and women . . . sickening, but, they are still entitled to innocence until proven guilty, that is our system.  But in the first, part, there is a porn king, with half naked women, draped all over this one guy, the cops were after.  The rogue cops, went into the house, stealth, and fired 400 shots, killing, everyone on the grounds, about 12 people, many women, who were nothing more than objects to them, the very tits and ass, these fuckers I deal with, dig and promote to their underlings, as the way real men, act toward women, for sex only!  But, these women, may have been forced into sex slaves, been pimped out, drugged into participation, and didn't deserve to die.  There was no hesitency, at all for these women who may have been guilty of drug charges, maybe prostituting themselves, but they were not making the porn, trafficking the kids, and didn't even get the consideration of anything more than extensions of the men, who deserved due process too, but were much more guilty, than the women, but men, used to, protect women, not shot them or children, nothing full well, that men are stronger, and using that strength to protect, serve, defend, and save them from this horrible life, of being nothing more than a pair of tits and ass . . . it was a sad commentary on men, cops, the new male, really the old ones, just more hopped up, and in SWAT or militarized gear!  SAD, SAD, SAD . . . at least, I kept my dignity, my self image and esteem, and that is what they were trying to take from me . . . how about Shelley, Kay, Rachel, Tiff, Sue, Kelly, Hope, and others, you used and abused, passed around sexually, shared, bent over, all fucked, and what?  SAD!

REAL MEN, GET REAL, GET JESUS!  

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