Wednesday, May 27, 2015

ONE SWEET THRILL . . . JAMES KENNEDY, GOLD COIN--ANGEL, SUN RAYS, CLOUDS, GRAND FUNK RAILROAD, DURANGO & SILVERTON RAILROAD HISTORIC TRAIN . . . MARK FARNER, BAD TIME TO BE IN LOVE, LIVE 2011, OR IN MY CASE, 2015--JAMES & MARK, BOTH FIT OLDER GUYS, BODIES REMIND ME OF EACH OTHER, NECK--LOVED TO SMELL JAMES' COLON! UP CLOSE & PERSONAL! CHECK VIDEO, YOUTUBE! LOL! I WAS GOING TO RECYCLE, MSNBC, RACHEL MADDOW'S, "OUTRAGE-O-METER" LISTING VARIOUS NEWS ITEMS THAT MAKE YOU GO FROM PISSED TO OUTRAGED, AND HAVING SIGNED ALL MY VENTING & PISSED OFF EMAILS, JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., "ATTORNEY FOR THE OUTRAGED", WITH EMAILS GOING TO 10,000, UNTIL I STARTED MY BLOG, 9/21/13, GOING TO BILLIONS DAILY ON 5 SEARCH ENGINES, AT LEAST 4 VERSIONS, I DECIDED TO PISSED NOT TO COMMENT--GO FIGURE, RACHEL LISTING: (1) THE OIL SPILL ON THE BEACH IN SANTA BARBARA, CALIFORNIA, WITH VOLUNTEERS DOING THE CLEAN-UP, KNOWING THE COMPANY RESPONSIBLE FOR THE PIPELINE SPILL, WOULD TAKE MONTHS TO CLEAN IT, EXPOSING THEM TO CHEMICAL AND OTHER HEALTH RISKS; OR (2) THE PARENTS OF SLAIN GIRL, IN THE THEATER SHOOTING DURING THE SHOWING OF "BATMAN, THE DARK KNIGHT", IN AURORA, COLORADO, SUING THE ONLINE GUN & AMMO SELLERS, WHO SOLD TO THE SHOOTER, IS NOW ORDERED TO PAY A QUARTER OF A MILLION DOLLARS IN LEGAL FEES, FOR THE GUN & AMMO MANUFACTURER, FOR LOSING THE LAWSUIT, UNLIKE ANY OTHER TYPE LAW SUIT, UNLESS IT IS A FRIVOLOUS SUIT; OR (3) THE VERMONT LEGISLATOR, WHO IS KNOWN TO HAVE AT LEAST 6 WOMEN LIVING ON HIS FARM, WHO HE RAPED, SEXUALLY ASSAULTED, AND TRADED RENT FOR SEX, PIMPING THEM OUT TO OTHER MEN, FOR EXTRA PAY, AND HE IS STILL SITTING AS A CURRENT STATE LEGISLATOR!; OR (4) THE TWO CLEVELAND COPS, THE GRAND JURY FAILED TO CHARGE OR INDICT, FOR THE SHOOTING OF 12 YEAR OLD RICE, WHO HAD A TOY GUN AT A PARK, WITH THE CALLER TO DISPATCH TELLING THE COPS SHOP, THE GUN WAS BELIEVED TO BE "FAKE", AND FOR KILLING A BLACK WOMAN, TACKLED TO THE GROUND & HANDCUFFED, BEING MISTAKEN FOR THE PERSON WHO PARKED A CAR ILLEGALLY BLOCKING THE DEAD WOMAN'S DRIVE WAY, BLOCKING THE OWNER, THE WOMAN THE COPS KILLED IN THE TAKE DOWN! NOW COPS ARE SAYING SHE IS MENTALLY ILL! REALLY? SHE CALLED FOR ASSISTANCE, THOUGHT SHE SAW THE TWO PERSONS WHO ILLEGALLY PARKED! BOTH COPS HAD BEEN FOUND UNFIT FOR POLICE WORK BY OTHER DEPARTMENTS; OR (5) THE DUPONT CORPORATION, WORTH $60 BILLION, WITH NO SAFETY REGULATIONS OR POLICIES, ONLY BEING ORDERED TO PAY $99,000, FOR 4 PEOPLE WHO DIED IN A CHEMICAL LEAK AT THE DUPONT PLANT! AND WE WONDER WHY CORPORATIONS HAVE PERSONHOOD STATUS AFTER CITIZENS UNITED CASE . . . BECAUSE WE ARE NOW JUST COGS IN THE CORPORATE MACHINE, LOST PERSONHOOD STATUS! AND THE LIST COULD GO ON AND ON . . . BUT MY THOUGHTS, HAVE TAKEN A DETOUR, GOING FROM THE NEWS, AND WRITING ABOUT THE ANATOMY OF A SERIAL KILLER, AND THE NSA, WHO IS FAILING TO PROTECT ME AND HELPING MO'S WITH 30,000 CYBER SPIES, IN UTAH, HEADQUARTERS FOR THE MORMON CHURCH, WORKING FOR MORMON INTERESTS, AND MONEY, FROM MY BLOG, BEING PAID BY AMERICAN TAX PAYERS, WITH A BUDGET OF $80 BILLION DOLLARS, TO DO WHAT?, WATCH MY BLOG 24/7 TO STEAL TITLES--3X THIS MORNING!, ENTIRE BLOGS, AND MONEY? YANK FUNDS, AT LEAST FROM THE UTAH, NSA! SELF-INTERESTS!

If You Are Lost, Go Back To Where You Can Be Found!

You know, that someone is special to me, when I am willing to give up writing about the news, politics, serial killers, with the questions of why, how, who, and what creates a serial killer, or slamming the NSA, whom I hate with a passion, having seen a documentary of them, the joke being that the NSA, which stands for the National Security Agency, coming to mean, No Security Agency, because people really didn't know much about them, until, Edward Snowden, ratted out the super cyber spy agency, more reliable than the human frailties of agents, who can be bribed, trapped by honey's, or killed, passing valuable security information, ah, don't be fooled that the cyber spies are not subject to the same frailties, and are helping the Mormon Cause against me, rather than the American Cause, which I am all about!

The last words, James Kennedy spoke to me, were, why don't you go to Durango?  He told me he was leaving soon, and he had kicked off his big black boot, that guarded and protected his foot, that had been either shot by a drive-by shooter, with cops saying, it could not have been a drive by shooting, because they would have had 10 more . . . not if it was a mafia warning! . . . or the result of a bad slip and fall, and he trashed his crutches, and was packing up his 150 pound, tramp camp, that he carries around . . . is it any wonder, he is totally fit?  And he walks all over the place, and did even with a broken leg, and crutches . . . fucking crazy! Birds of a feather . . . LOL!  But, as I have said before, I told James I was going to Bozeman, because of a job, and needed to wait to see what happened, there?  I was also concerned about the new surveillance camera, picking up what we were talking about, so, being one who, unlike Kennedy, tries to error on the side of safety, I refrained from committing to meeting him there, or saying I was going there.

The next morning, I thought the whole thing out, and realized, that the job would take about a month and a half to get a call, and this was March, the job didn't start until June 1, 2015, and love was more important, fighting back my responsible side, that hadn't been rearing its ugly head for a while, used to be a workaholic, several times during my life . . . seeing that my life's goals were beauty, adventure and excitement, James was much more in line with those goals, and much more enjoyable, than some boring ass job, in Bozeman, Montana, as much as I love colleges, the thoughts of getting a van and traveling, appeal to me much more, seeing I had a companion with similar views, in fact, suggested it, being the goal I originally had, three years ago, before cops stole my truck, while going back to Utah to get provisions, and pack up my shit, and later, having my car, blown up with a pipe bomb, taking seriously, the state motto, Get Lost In MONTANA!

Now, I Am Just LOST!  I Don't Know Where James Is?  So?

Rather than going to tell James, that I was leaving, I got up the next morning, thinking I would avoid any complications, with surveillance, staff, nosy roommates, questions, and watchful eyes of staff, that new damned well, we had a thing for each other, and me worried about being set up and getting James killed or something worse that the leg,  the need for discretion, safety and covert operations were necessary, with the NSA, continually on my cell phone and computer, and the eyes of the government all over, including at the bus station where be had both hung out, off and on, I had to be extremely careful, not wanting to detect any attention that might connect me and Kennedy, with the Kennedy curse, looming large on my mind, Born to Die!  So, I got up at 5:00 a.m., the next morning, and walked to the bus station, and purchased tickets to Durango, to surprise James, by just showing up, without notice, sure I could find him . . . Ha!  That morning, I got poisoned, guess I was under the Kennedy curse, any association was merit for killing . . . and after eating at the diner across the street, barely could walk across the street, knowing full well that I could make the trip to Durango, and coughed up orange chemicals, indicative of the poisoning, and throwing up all over the bus station bathroom, with the attendant, seeing the drastic change, he was going to refund my non-refundable ticket . . . purchased one to Missoula, then Kalispell, to get somewhere someone would miss me if I died, which I was sure I was going to!  Started slamming Diet Cokes, to saturate and diminish the effects of poison!  I spent 5 days in the Super 8 Hotel, in Kalispell, too sick to call anyone, and too sick by the time I hit, Kali, to even walk across the street to the Zip Trip and get a Diet Coke, good there was a vending machine in the Hotel . . . it took me three weeks to get fully back to operating speed, and hitting Durango two weeks after James would have been there!  He would tramp camp, it was warmer then than now! LOL!

How Do Two Tramps Hook UP?  He Doesn't Carry a Cell Phone, Which Makes Sense . . . He Is Out of Service, Doesn't Know How to Use One!  My Kind of Guy, NSA, FUCK YOU!

Now, I didn't let my sons get into Boy Scouts, because I was afraid that they would get molested by their Scout Leader, but sisters, Shelley and Rachel, got their boys, Tyrone Southwick and Matthew Hickey, to be Eagle Scouts, and I picked up a few tips, either through them, or at girl's camp when I was young, or more likely from the movie, Blair Witch Project!  LOL!  From what I understand, the best thing to do, when you get lost, is to go back to the place, you were last seen by someone you know, and hope they come back to that exact spot and maybe they will find you there!  So, that is why I am back here in Durango, not to mention that I had the Montana Posse after me!  LOL!  Josy the Outlaw . . . really, a political enemy, qualifies me, in Utah and Montana!  Crossing former governor, Sweitzer, on the Keystone Pipeline, current Gov. Bullock and Attorney General, Tim Fox, on the Salish-Kootenai Water Compact, shockingly unconstitutional, with two attorneys, having sworn to uphold, not to mention, their elected offices oaths, and pushing legislatures nationwide to man-handle cops, controlling the out of control, cop shootings, and the bad effects of the Patriot Act, along with some other local issues.

So, I figured that if I was ever going to see James again, it would most likely be in Durango, which is I am sure, why they, the FBI, alleged, health, safety and cleanliness inspectors I ratted out the other day, are back, covering up, with acting like they are making sure that everyone is doing great . . . why weren't they here when I was here a month ago, and almost here, at McD's daily?  Truth makes reason stare!  LOL!  I told him my food was great, and there was another undercover, worker spy, who sat by me for hours, not working, just acting like he was on a 3 hour break!  LOL!  I get up too early for the FBI to fool this gal! LOL!  Fun, fun, in funky town, Durango!  So, that is my rational, at least wanting to see him at some time, or at least hoping he reads this blog, or hears about it, both so he can understand, why I left a second time, without telling him, being pretty pissed and hurt the second time I left without a word, with method to my madness!  Both of us picked a bad time to be in love . . . and I only speak for myself, he  probably has a hot biker bitch taking my place!  He is too hot to last, and I knew that!  Durango it is, fuck the job! LOL!

Phenomena or Pheromone Perfume, Gold Coin, Angel . . . Me or His Nick-Name, Known as a Righteous Biker Dude! 

James gave me some perfume, I think the brand was Pheromone, you know that scent that attracts the opposite sex, allegedly from animals, to draw suitors, oh, yeah, so great, good choice, but I left it in Helena, when I had to book it out of there, leaving all my make-up and the perfume . . . would have gone back for it, just because it came from James, and people asked me all the time, what it was, probably from his scent, LOL!  I was sick, that I didn't have it, screammmmmmmm!  I used to love, to get up close to him, after his showers, and his hair was still wet, and I could smell the fresh scent of his cologne, yummmy, nice . . . I remember one time, he was in the laundry doing his washing, and I went in after him, to get some privacy from the eyes that were all over us, whenever we were close to each other, and NICK was the worst, he had to be paid by the government to keep us apart, because, this particular time, I had been somewhere, and seized the opportunity, to steal, some one on one time, with James, walked in, while he was checking his laundry, not knowing that NICK was right behind me, when I walked up to him, sunk my nose into his neck, which, I get wet thinking about, even right now . . . seeing, Mark Farner, of Grand Funk Railroad, singing, Bad Time 2011 Live, which I had to watch 20 times, this morning, lyrics reminding it of James, tears, because he reminds me, especially of James' neck, definitely, his strong neck and body size and shape, energy, some of his face, age wise, but with way cooler hair, long too, wild, curly, dark, some grey, generally pulled back in a pony tail, with curls everywhere, once he left it wild, and wild it was!  Taking the relationship slow, a Kennedy, I couldn't help, but, reach out and touch one of his curls, not wanting him to notice, being early in the whatever it was, relationship.  Always wanting to touch him more, and more of him!  LOL!

Right as I reached my arm around the back of James, so I could smell him, that damned, NICK, came in and interrupted us, with some lame ass statement to interfere with everything, and James, getting kind of pissed, with this little pest, and then, killing the moment, and putting him back in the mindset to get his laundry done!  Nick was always in the middle of us, always, bringing attention to us, and being the go between, and who knows if he wasn't purposefully messing with the message!  The perfect little spy, he was allegedly from Italy, a rich family, and born in the Ukraine, adopted by his Italian parents, or was he mob?  He was smart, and looked, perhaps, younger than he actually was, wanted to be with me 24/7, to the point I was ready to kill him, he was bugging the hell out of me, and especially when I wanted to be next to JAMES!  It is funny, every one could see the connection, between us, and would comment on it, while there were other couples, who tried to make every one think they were a hot item, fucking each other in the storage rooms, the kitchen and fighting in front of every one . . . James and I tried to downplay whatever was going on, but you can't hide love!  I was probably better at it than he was, until I left the first time, and he was hurt, and more cautious . . . I am always careful, wondering if it is an agent, is he married, a cad, whatever, too good to be true . . . kind of like the FBI, who just showed up at McD's, making me leave the joint, not trusting him; he is one of the agents who showed up the other day . . . regional managers, like the two agents were trying to be, don't show up, and ask all the people if they are getting what they need, then going in and cooking or preparing food?  No, this guy is a new addition to the crew . . . they forget, I have been here for almost a month before, and now almost a week, now.

James, Was Like a School Boy in Many Ways . . . Out of the Blue, He Gave Me a Gold Coin, or Token, or Symbol of His Nick-Name, But I Still Have It!

James loves music, and always had some device, to play music, but one time he needed some ear plugs . . . the NSA, had just fried my computer, up in Missoula, before coming to Butte, and that is what I used my ear-buds for, so I had what he needed, and didn't need the earplugs anymore, so I gave them to him, so he had some way of listening to his music, until he bought a new electronic device, and larger earphones, kind of like the old fashioned ones, but larger and probably better sounds.  I always had to compete with his music to talk to him!  LOL!  I would start to talk to him, and get blank stares, until I grabbed his earphones and had to stop the music, to talk to him!  LOL!  But he was always cool to make sure I had Diet Coke money, which I was very grateful, to him for.  But one day, he just came over, or gave me the gold coin, as we ate breakfast, lunch or dinner together, which we always did, or when we had pastors from the local pastors, and we shared scriptures together, and James always pulled me close to share his book with me, because at times, I was late, being at the library and pushing time, right up to the minute, missing dinner sometimes, and he gave me the coin.  I was not sure what to do with it, but I liked it, because, it was unique, different, and the woman, with wings, the angel on the coin, had sun rays, behind the woman, and she was walking on clouds, and the coin was about the size of a new dollar coin . . . memories keep holding me . . . Grand Funk song, I am listening to, and straight up, right spot on!

At the time, I didn't think much of the golden coin, just thought it was a nice gesture, and I liked anything from him, and just dropped it in my purse pocket, and didn't think much about it, until recently, when no matter what I am doing, that coin, either falls out of my zipper pocket, or I grab it when I am looking for change for the bus, or for lunch, and I always smile when I see it!  Once . . . I am getting God, Intel, to zip this up, or they will track me, where I am . . . left McD's, where agents were, and caught the bus to the library, better zip this, or they will yank it!  I think as the NSA, stole my titles, three times in a row, they probably think I gave up!  But, connecting the dots, Durango, the Durango to Silverton Trains, reconnected me to the Grand Funk Railroad Music, with Farner looking like James in a lot of ways, and having to hunt for change, for the bus, always, always, always, catching a handful with James' gold coin, and later learning that one of his nick-names, or maybe a given name, Angel, connecting me to him, through the angel on the coin, or maybe, but not likely, I remind him of an angel!  LOL!  Probably not after leaving him twice, without knowing why!  Sorry!  It was more out of concern, safety, and I wanted to surprise you, but I was the one who got the surprise . . . you were long gone, or maybe you changed your mind, and never came to Durango!  Grand Funk, is singing, Yellow River . . . and I remember a girl that I knew . . . Yellow River, is in my mind, in my eyes, is in my blood, the place I love!

James, Smile, James . . . Memories Keep Holding Me!

JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., Attorney For the OUTRAGED!  No one can go from zero to bitch faster . . . the difference between a terrorist and JoAnn; you can negotiate with a terrorist!  LOL!  Warning, statements made about me by friend, Scott Holyoack, Parowan, Utah!  Hey, Scott!

P.S., if James is a cop, undercover, he will have to say he is in love with Rachel, because she is the cops, fill in for me, and is nicer, and they can negotiate with her, LOL!  Like I said, if the cops, don't get with the program, constitutionally speaking, I will never negotiate, and there will never be peace between, the bad ass con law chick . . . better get the big boob bitty and she will negotiate, and she is nicer, for sure! Flight attendants tend to be nicer people than ATTORNEYS!  LOL!  But, what can I expect from cops, with bodies like apes, and the brains the size of walnuts!  LOL!  I always have the hope that James is different, but that will remain to be seen!  Do what you have to, it is not worth dying over . . . getting shot in the ankle was enough, they don't play fair!  Like is attracted to like, and you have the boyz club to satisfy, and they love to love women like Rachel, dumb enough to get plastic surgery to make a man happy, but not smart enough to keep his interest, if he has to talk or spend much time with . . . you can always, hunt, fish, golf, or go to the tavern with buddies for intellectual stimulation, she can probably, do the sex, but remember, the brain is the largest sex organ, fuck the dumb clucks, can't deal with stupid, and anyone choosing Rachel, T & A, over a terrorist, is crazy, even if they are a COP!  LOL!

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