CRUSADER RABBIT, WRANGLER MOLD: DEMON CHILD OR DELIVERING ANGEL? INTERVIEW WITH NICK ENGELFRIED, BIG SKY CAMPAIGN TO STOP THE TONGUE RIVER RAILROAD COAL PROJECT! NICK IS RIGHT UP THERE WITH THE POPE ON CLIMATE CHANGE, WITH THE ROOT CAUSES BEING: INDUSTRIAL POLLUTION, CONSUMPTION, ENVIRONMENTAL IMPACT ON WATER, AIR, WILDLIFE, AGRICULTURE, NOISE, PROPERTY RIGHTS INFRINGEMENT AND OTHER ISSUES! SOME SAY THAT POPE FRANSIS SHOULD STICK TO RELIGIOUS ISSUES--GUESS WHAT, THIS IS A RELIGIOUS ISSUE! FROM THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS . . . THE MOTHER EARTH GROANS FROM THE WEIGHT OF MAN--1/3RD OF THE FISH, THE BIRDS, AND THE CREATURES WILL DIE . . . THAT IS NOT FROM GOD, THAT IS FROM MAN, HIS POLLUTANTS, OIL SPILLS, AIR PARTICLES, AND CORROSION OF THE EARTH AND HER ELEMENTS! CORPORATE GREED WILL SACRIFICE THE HEALTH, SAFETY AND WELFARE OF THE PEOPLE, NATURE, AND WILDLIFE TO MAKE THE ALMIGHTY DOLLAR! IS IT WORTH IT? NICK HAS A FEW IDEAS, IS VERY INSIGHTFUL, AND COMMITS HIMSELF TO THESE ISSUES, THAT ARE AFFECTING PEOPLE WHETHER THEY KNOW, BELIEVE, OR CARE! THANK GOD FOR POLITICAL ACTIVISTS, THAT PROTECT US FROM OURSELVES! SOME GET ARRESTED, JAILED AND EVEN KILLED FOR FIGHTING FOR THEIR BELIEFS . . . MY FIRST QUESTION TO NICK WAS, HAVE YOU BEEN ARRESTED LATELY? WITH A SHY SMILE OF EMBARASSMENT, HE SAID, YEAH, IN MARCH AT U.S. SENATOR STEVE DAINES OFFICE, HAVING A SIT IN OF A SORT, WANTING TO TALK THE SENATOR, AND RATHER THAN TALK TO HIS CONSTITUENTS ABOUT THE OTTER CREEK MINE AND TONGUE RIVER RAILROAD PROJECT, HIS STAFF CALLED THE POLICE AND HAD ALL 14 CITIZENS ARRESTED

Note for the record: this political activist just wanted to note for the record, that my double trouble, just got another hit today . . . I signed up for the Missoula Aquatics Club, a week or so ago.  I signed the necessary paperwork, and had my picture taken.  The girl at the front desk, informed me that my photo I.D. would be ready for me, when I get out of the pool, and that was on the first day!  It is now a week later, and as I came out of the pool, the attendant, stopped me, and handed me new paperwork, with a purple underline, showing me where I needed to sign my paperwork.  I informed her that I had signed paperwork just last week, so this was the second one I signed . . . patterns, patterns, patterns . . . double probably had her picture taken, instead of mine on the first card, then they will have me sign another one, and claim that she is me, the first to come to the swim center, and here is her picture, and now, the fraud or double, with the later signature, is trying to act like she is me, JoAnn S. Secrist, when in reality, the games they play, try to cover the double's ass, and leave mine hanging! 

Stop the Tongue River Railroad Project

Nick Engelfried and I met, several years ago, while coming up on a shuttle from Salt Lake City, Utah, as I recall.  We struck up a conversation, and ended up talking about environmental issues, with my daughter having a master's degree in Natural Resource Management, and Nick also having a master's degree in a very closely related field . . . and Nick has been enlightening me on these issues ever since that day.  Last Friday, I ran into Nick, stopping me on the Higgins Street, right outside the Break Coffee Cafe' and asking me to fill out a small, previously prepared note to the U.S. Surface Transportation Board, who is now in the comment period, to be taken to determine the issue and problems, with the Otter Creek Coal Mine and Tongue River Railroad Coal Project really one in the same because you can't have the coal mine without having the transportation system or mechanism in place to get the coal to the Pacific Ocean, to transport and export that coal to China! 

I am not as up on the issues as Nick is, so I had him help me check off the issues that he thought were most important, and then I added one of my own, on the blank line section.  Having lived in Parowan, Utah, one of the hotbeds for the exposure to the atomic bomb and nuclear testing, in the Nevada deserts, with people going out to watch the big pink clouds in the sky, even taking picnic baskets and making a family outing of the event . . . only to have women give birth to babies with birth defects, and the normal babies, later had complications of their own, during pregnancy, and an overly large percentage of people from that area, who developed cancer, found to be directly related to exposure to the vitriol particles and contamination in the air, I mentioned the health issues, that have been connected to coal, like respiratory problems.  We are not making decisions for today, or next week, or even next year . . . but for generations to come!  We are deciding the air, water, land, wildlife, agricultural lands, farming and ranching quality for generations, not to mention, our own health, and the common home, we call Mother Earth!

GOAL OF BIG SKY CAMPAIGN, 350 MISSOULA, AND COMMUNITY ACTION FOR JUSTICE IN THE AMERICAS, AFRICA AND ASIA (CAJA3)

 Nick's goal is to get 5,000 comment forms filled out, and given to the Surface Transportation Board, before the comment period is up, and the permit is granted.  The Board is known to be nothing more than a rubber stamp for large corporations who seek their approval and permission to mine and transport coal!  I am going to attempt to cut and paste the small note to the Board, giving you, the citizen, a chance to check of from the prepared list of issues, those of most concern to you; however, if I am not successful, you can go online and fill the survey, note, comment in that way, and get it to Big Sky Campaign, who will in turn, get them where they need to go!  

Here is the site, 350missoula.org/trr, well I just tried to cut and paste--too scary, don't want to erase my blog, and I am on the law school's computer, not as advanced as the one I gave away, last week to the black dude, to avoid being tracked by the NSA, especially while traveling through UTAH!  Major issues of concern:

• Quality of life in rail line communities affected by noise pollution.
• Air quality in neighborhoods right next to the rail line (where highly localized impact will be more severe than on any given town's air shed considered as a whole).
• Climate change caused by burning coal that would be transported on the TRR.
• Private property rights infringement and degradation of farmland in rural Montana.

CONTEXTUAL FRAMEWORK AND BACKGROUND

Arch Coal Corporation, is the entity seeking the permit to mine coal in Montana . . . they are a company from back east, seeking to get their hands on the natural resource and treasures of the Treasure State or Montana!  Their main objective and incentive in getting a permit to build the railroad and also to mine the coal, is to export the coal to China.  Most of the area that will be affected, is in the grasslands, south and east of Billings, where there are many ranches and farms, that may, if the permit is granted, be the subject of what is called in property law, as eminent domain, where due to the need of the state or someone the state is granting a permit to mine the coal or put in the railroad, the property necessary for those uses, will be purchased, for fair market value, and the property changed to the use, that the permit, permits.  The Clark Fork River, runs right along side of the proposed route for the railroad, and this is a huge recreational area, for boating, fishing, and river rafting, which will also be affected.

One thing that needs to be noted, is the fact that the two primary methods of employment, income, and taxes in the state, come from agriculture and tourism!  One in five people in the state of Montana, are employed on a ranch or a farm, and tangentially connected employment.  Just the other day, it was recorded, that May had the largest number of tourists, going to Glacier National Park, in history of keeping records . . . and while people are coming and going, many of the Park tourists and visitors, will go to Yellowstone too, down in the southwestern corner of the state, and cross through some of the territory, that will be affected by the coal mines.  That is just what I think, looking at the layout of the state, and where I went during my Get Lost in Montana days, when I first came to this amazingly beautiful state!  Both tourism and agriculture are growing in the state . . . with record number of visitors, and also, more and more kids, getting into agricultural degrees, programs and trades . . . we are returning to Mother Earth at a big rate . . .

Comment Periods, Are Due Process--You Are Being Heard!  So, Speak UP!

Were we are with regard to the process that is due . . . like in due process to put in a coal plant such as this is: (1) the public comment stage . . . this is where you, Joe/Jane Citizen come in; (2) the next phase is the Environmental Impact Statement.  I just want to mention, that giving notice and hearing to the public, is what is constitutionally called, due process!  The way the government works, is that, at times, the public comment time is years in advance of the actions taken by the government.  I was involved somewhat in dealing with the road closures . . . the governments terminology, so as to be less offensive, was, putting the road into, storage, as I recall, or some term, that really didn't ring a bell with me or the people, but often, people fail to get involved, and blow off the public comment stage, and then, when the Forest Service starts to close the roads, people go ape shit, and wonder how the government can do this without even letting the people know!  Just yesterday, the Revalli County Commission, was told, while they were elected by the people and represent them, they had given up their right to appeal the closures, and so the shockingly high number of roads being put into storage, was something, the commission now opposed, as I scanned the newspaper and that article . . . but that is the case, NOW IS THE TIME TO GET INVOLVED, by the time the impact statement is being done, you are probably too late to do much! 

Why People in Missoula, Should Give a Rat's Ass . . . Now 5 Trains Per Day Go Through Town, This Will Up the Number by 8 to 10 More Trains Per Day!

The plan of ARCH Coal is to mine the natural resource on the other side of the state, and then, put the coal in train cars, and transport the stuff, to the Pacific coast, to be put on ships, to China . . . but, whatever jobs, that might result from the construction from the mine, the railroad, and managing the plant, will be temporary, and like I said, most of the jobs in that area, and in Montana in general, come from two industries, that will be most affected by the coal plant, tourism and agriculture . . . THINK!  Last year, I was taking a bus from Spokane to Missoula, and earlier that month, Nick had invited me to attend a public hearing, on the number of coal trains, going through Missoula, with his group and others trying to limit the number of daily trains . . . another time, Nick and buddies, got arrested, for standing too close to the coal trains, that the cops thought they were impeding the traffic of the trains, and other vehicles, and so they arrested the hand, holding, angels of protection, making sacrifices for the rest of us, who are not as aware of the threat to our health, ears, respiratory systems, and other environmental concerns.  So, I am leaving Spokane on a beautiful fall day, going down through St. Regis, with clear skies, fall colors, sparkling sunshine, and nothing more pristine than the mountains, the rivers and streams!

That was until I started coming closer to Missoula!  The air got thicker, the blue skies that Montana is known for, got hazy, and the view of the mountains and city, got foggy, dirty, and for the first time, I realized, just what the fuck, Nick and his friends were talking about . . . this sucks, is ugly, and I looked over and started to pay attention to the coal trains, clanging and banging, along the road, also, noticed that only about the first 25 cars of 100 or so, had covers over the coal . . . with some lady telling me at the meeting with Mayor Engan, that her husband worked for the railroad, and the coal cars were always covered, or from what I saw, they were covered, for the first fourth, and the rest of the 75 were blowing dust and particles into our air, city, water, and making a hell of a lot of noise!  I thought, how could Spokane have cleaner air than Missoula, the Blue Sky State?  Those fucking coal trains, and I was convinced, that yes, this environmental stuff, was not just a joke, with a bunch of lunatics, blocking trains and shit . . . this was real!  There was also a nurse at the meeting with the city council, in Missoula, who got up and told of all the health issues they were seeing at the hospital, that she just wanted the council to weigh in on the decisions, concerning the health, safety and welfare of the citizens, their number one concern and duty!

As Providence Would Have It . . . There Was a Great Article on the Colstrip Coal Plant in the Missoulian This Morning!

I thought the article did a great job, looking at an existing plant, some of the issues, and concerns, with a look to the future, that might give insight and power to just what Nick is saying:

• the coal plant is profitable now, so there is not reason to close the plant; however, the pollution-control costs are looming
• coal's share of the electricity market is crumbling
• pollution-control costs loom large and with the current atmosphere, they are likely to get even larger as EPA standard for carbon emissions, fossil fuels, and environmental quality control grow
• President Obama, is pushing each state to come up with a plan to work on climate controls and energy efficiency, calling for a 30% reduction in areas that affect climate changes
• Just recently President Obama, met with the Prime Minister of China, or whatever he is called, and they signed an international agreement to limit the use of coal, with the U.S. and China being the world's largest consumers of coal
• Governor Steve Bullock, mentioned that he thought, while being a coal producing state, that Montana could come up with a plan to reduce the amount of carbon dioxide and other agents harmful to the environment could be achieved
• uncertain times for coal power in the U.S. . . . things are changing, with some pretty heavy hitters, coming down on the side of climate monitoring and controls, to prevent changes, global warming and such . . .
• Colstrip customers are primarily in the Northwest . . . and there are several other providers up in that area, who could fill the demands of the population
• makes more sense to retire the coal plants, that to continue to put millions more to reduce pollution from the coal
• major forces working against coal burning power plants, is the low price of natural gas, which has driven the erosion of the electricity market, and coal use is down by one third, since a decade ago
• two major expenses are looming:
• equipment to control emissions going into the atmosphere of fine particles that cause "haze" which reduces visibility and causes respiratory problems;
• and potential reduction in carbon dioxide the greenhouse gas blamed in global warming 
• costs to comply with the EPA's pending carbon dioxide rule are not known
• technologies that can capture carbon to prevent its release are unproven as a commercial scale

By the Time the Otter Creek and Tongue River Railroad Get Approval, Permission, and Built . . . It May Not Be Feasible to Use, or Could be Obsolete as an Energy Source!

Nick's Congressional Report Card

• U.S. Senator Steve Daines, all about corporate pollution . . . climate change is not happening, and these 14 people who staged a sit in to get to talk to him, were just messing up the office and staff called the cops . . . so don't expect much help on this issue from the Daines people or the Republicans
• U.S. Senator Tester, his staff was much more willing to talk; however, Nick said that while staff was willing to listen, that Tester, is still involved in issues that would not limit the amount of coal produced in Montana
• Congressman Ryan Zinke . . . worthless . . . while he was in the legislature, he signed a letter stating he was aware of climate change, then did a complete flip flop, and now, allegedly doesn't believe in it at all, and he is promoting coal exports, and trying to prevent the EPA, or Environmental Protection Agency from protecting the environment or the impact the coal production will have on the state and climate control.  In Nick's words, he is a Climate Denier!

Major Players on Each Side of the Issue

• in opposition to the ranch lands being destroyed by the railroad, are of course, the ranchers and farmers in the Miles City area, where Nick and crew had the opportunity to meet with them, and support them in their efforts . . . the ranchers are fighting hard for their way of life!
• in favor of the coal mine, are paid lobbyists, Montana Coal Council, not to be confused with some government entity, who favors the mine, they work for the coal industry, and promote their projects . . . supply money, ads, and resources for the coal industry . . . they are totally ignoring the jobs and industries hurt by the project . . . my guess is that just don't give a fuck, as long as they get paid!

THANK GOD FOR CRUSADER RABBITS LIKE NICK, AND OTHERS LIKE HIM, WHO ARE THE EYES, EARS, HEARTS, AND VOICES, FOR THE REST OF US!

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FOXCATCHER . . . LIFE IS SHORT--RIDE A HOT ROD! GO FISHING--GONE FISHING! QUICK JOKES ABOUT MEN, ON BATHROOM WALL OF "GREEN PIG PUB", SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH--GLAD MONTANA MEN ARE NOT LIKE THIS! LOL!: (1) HOW MANY MEN DOES IT TAKE TO SCREW IN A LIGHT BULB? ONE . . . MEN WILL SCREW ANYTHING; (2) WHY DID GOD CREATE MEN? BECAUSE VIBRATORS CAN'T MOW LAWNS; AND (3) WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MEN AND GOVERNMENT BONDS? BONDS MATURE! UNLESS YOUR JAMES BOND! LOL! ESQUIRE MAGAZINE, A FEW GOOD MEN, TAKING ON A CRISIS IN AMERICAN MASCULINITY: (1) PUTTING FORTH A VISION OF WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE TO BE A GOOD MAN; (2) MEN HELPING THE NEXT GENERATION OF MEN GROW UP SUCCESSFULLY; (3) THROUGH MENTORING, INSPIRING "ESQUIRE MEN" TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE; (4) AT A TIME WHEN MORE BOYS ARE GROWING UP WITHOUT INVOLVED FATHERS, THE IDEA OF STRONG MALE ROLE MODELS HAS BEEN COMPROMISED BY DARKENED PERCEPTIONS OF COACHES AND PRIESTS AND, YES, EVEN THE BOY SCOUTS, SO THROUGH MENTORING--ONE-ON-ONE LIFE COACHING--IS AMONG THE FEW STRATEGIEIS THAT HAVE PROVEN TO HAVE A POSITIVE IMPACT ON THE LIVES OF BOYS; (5) 50 EXTRAORDINARY MEN TELL ABOUT THEIR MENTORS--THE PEOPLE WHO SET THEM ON THEIR PATH TOWARD SUCCESS; (6) ESQUIRE, IN THEIR OCTOBER 2014 ISSUES WAS ASKING FOR 100,000 NEW MENTORS, 212-649-4284 TO CONTACT, ALSO LISTS OF STATE AND CITY MENTORING CONTACTS . . . BETTER LATE THAN NEVER? SOMEONE DROPPED THIS ISSUE OFF AT THE MISSOULA COUNTY LIBRARY ON SATURDAY--8 MONTHS LATE, BUT ALL VERY REAL, RAW AND RELEVANT--GREAT ISSUE--"IT'S NOT ALL WET TOWELS AND NAKED WOMEN"; GOD BLESS MAGAZINES! WHAT AN AMAZING PROJECT--I LAUGHTED, CRIED, HOPE AND WISH THEM SUCCESS . . . MAYBE LATE COMERS CAN FIT IN SOMEWHERE . . . I JUST LIKE TO READ MEN MAGAZINES ONCE IN A WHILE TO SEE WHAT THEY ARE UP TO! LOL! WHY WOULD I READ WOMEN'S MAGAZINE--I AM ONE, I ALREADY KNOW WHAT THEY THINK! LOL! ESQUIRE, SAYS FUCK TO TWO AND A HALF MEN! FUCK THE MEN WHO ARE ALL STUPID AND HOLLOW AND WANT TO STAY THAT WAY. FUCK THE WOMEN WHO ARE WHORES OR CRONES OR CHEERFULLY ACCEPTING WIVES OR LUNATIC STALKERS OR WHATEVER OTHER HOLLOW STEREOTYPE PASSES THROUGH THE MINDS OF ITS WRITERS. I COULD NOT HAVE SAID IT BETTER MYSELF! LOVE IT! AMAZING ARTICLE ON "THE END OF MASS SHOOTINGS", THE FBI UNITS WHO DO THREAT ASSESSMENTS, WORKING WITH LOCAL AND STATE COPS, THE SIGNS TO LOOK FOR--EXTREMELY TIMELY, IN LIGHT OF THE MASS SHOOTINGS BY DYLANN STORM ROOT OR ROOF, KILLING 9, JUST WEEKS AGO, IN SOUTH CAROLINA . . . WE CAN STOP THESE MASS KILLINGS, WITH THE HELP OF: FAMILIES, FRIENDS, SCHOOLS, CHURCHES, MENTORS, TEACHERS, NEIGHBORS, ROOMMATES, COWORKERS . . . THE SIGNS ARE THERE, WE JUST NEED TO KNOW WHAT TO LOOK FOR! GROOM TO WIN: MARRIAGE GETS WEIRD: ITS REALITY IS COMPLETELY AT ODDS WITH ITS PORTRAYAL IN THE CULTURE--NEW WEDDING VOWS: "FOR RICHER AND HOPEFULLY RICHER, IN HEALTHY MUTUAL EXCHANGE, TO KICK THE SHIT OUT OF THE WORLD TOGETHER TILL IT IS MUTUALLY INCONVENIENT." "THE RETURN OF THE CLINTON MARRAIGE TO PUBLIC LIFE, WILL MAGNIFY IT AGAIN, NO DOUBT. THAT WEIRD FAIRY TALE HAS ALWAYS BEEN AMERICA'S FAVORITE SHOW. THE CHEERFUL ELITISM OF THE OBAMAS RESPRESENTS THE MARRIAGE AMERICANS ASPIRE TO. THE CLINTONS REPRESENT THE MARRIAGE AMERICANS HAVE--FULL OF MYSTERIES EVEN AS IT IS TOTALLY OVEREXPOSED, HOT AND MESSY, WITH PERIODS OF TERRIBLE CRUELTY AND PERIODS OF JOY, SHOT THROUGH WITH BETRAYAL EVEN AS ITS UNITY REMAINS UBREAKABLE. THEY TRULY ARE THE DREAM THAT CANNOT BE DISTINGUISHED FROM THE NIGHTMARE." "WE ARE ALL POWER COUPLES NOW--A CHANGE THAT IS AT LEAST REFRESHING, ALBEIT NOT PARTICULARLY COMFORTING. THE DARKENING OF MARRIAGE IS ALSO AN ENLIVENING. LIVING THROUGH A MARRIAGE THAT'S A PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER IS MUCH MORE INTERESTING THAN LIVING THROUGH SOME BLAND COMEDY--MORE INTENSE, MORE DEMANDING AND MORE FUN. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SURVIVE IT! LOL! THE MARRIAGE OF CATWOMAN AND BATMAN! MY PERSONAL COMMENTS! GREAT ISSUE! GO OUT AND CHANGE A LIFE . . . MENTORING MAY CHANGE YOURS!

"You are the father I never had." . . . "You are the son, I never wanted!"

GREAT MOMENTS IN UNOFFICIAL MENTORING

ETHAN'S ROOM, COLORADO SPRINGS

Back in 2009, Tim Burke opened this skate shop in the basement of his ad agency.  the skate park across the street provided plenty of exposure to customers, and owner Burke saw many of them--as young as eight years old--droppped off in the morning with no money for lunch, spending all day hanging around until getting picked up after five.  Burke began to look out for them, splinting broken bones, bandaging wounded knees, and offering adive on teachers, bullies, and parents.  (Only, he is quick to point out, when asked.)  To teach them lessons about responsibility, he offered fifty cents for every two hundred cigarette butts brought in from the littered park, and anyone who could memorize the Declaration of Independence received store credit.  The kids began hanging out at the shop just to hand out--"I was a parent, but I wasn't their parent," Burke says of the relationships--and Ethan's Room became an informal one-man mentoring center.

 

When a new skate shop opened its doors last year, many of his customers switched allegiances and Ethan's Room closed in February.  Burk says he probably should have closed it a couple years ago, but he'd kept it open for the kids.  Burk is now a mentor without a home, and he still keeps in touch with a network of dozens of skaters.  "I created friendship with a lot of kids that's permanent," he says.  "It's not going away."

How to Build a Man

This particular mentoring story touched my heart in more than one way: (1) because my boys were both skateboarders, and (2) when the mentor mentioned splintering the boys broken bones, and bandaging wounded knees . . . it reminded me of my two skaters, and their injuries, that they never let, either me or their father know about, that came back to haunt one of them years later, when on a family reunion, initiating new spouses and a girlfriend into the Secrist family, by making them hike down and out of the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, where 15 years earlier, while daughter, Greta was working the Rim, me, my boyfriend, and about 7 kids, hiked in and out, with me, in good shape then, being willing to pay, a million dollars, to be life flighted out, that hot day, starting about noon, in the July sun, with the teenagers, beating me and boyfriend out of the steep canyon walls by about 6 hours, and drinking the little bit of water we had stashed along the trail!

 

But, the first I heard of my son, Elliot's, injured or earlier broken pelvis bone, was on that trip, when he was in his late 20's, when he was limping out of the canyon, and happened to mention his injury from skateboarding, years earlier.  Chris also, has a deformed elbow, from neglecting to tell either parent, both with insurance from work, about the injury, nor seeking medical attention!  So, even my son's who I hope did not feel abandoned at the skate parks, that just came into existence, late in their skating careers, might have had need of a mentor, that they could tell or have band-aid their bruised bones, and injured pelvis!  Maybe that is what made them both the amazing men they are today?  But, that story and all the featured articles and men, who took the time out of their earning potential to put kids, boys first, either by teaching them to fix an automobile, or taking care of skating injuries, and just being their friends and giving them advice, is so appreciated and needed in this busy and hectic world!

My Mentoring Experience . . . Well, Cross Between Mentoring and Fostering!

Last night, when I got back to the Poverello Hotel Hanoi Hilton . . . which some would call a resort, rather than a homeless shelter, a friend of mine, who is black, military, always employed, but cheap as hell, however, an all around good guy, other than he thought, since he saw me last that I was incarcerated in a Missoula jail, lol, wishful thinking . . . no, I took off to Kalispell, then Butte, been to Vegas, Utah, Durango, Denver, Grand Junction, Kalispell again, and back here, and that was just the ego of the cops that chased me for about 12 hours, with plan A, B, C, and D, all failing; therefore, to save face, after I took them on, about getting militarized vehicles to take on the extremist, Rainbow kids, who are passing through town right as I am writing this, many stopping at the Pov for lunch, or to bum cigarettes or gas money, and wrote several blogs about the two New Years Eve, shootings, must have either paid someone from the Pov to spread rumors, or dropped charges, to tell the groupies at the Pov, that I was in the county jail, when I was, the following day, buying copies of the annual Christmas book, written and complied by the Kalispell cops and Flathead County Sheriffs, about their funniest calls, called, Law and Disorder, the best of the Daily Roundup in the Flathead County, very funny, and both me and my daughter, being one of my four children I purchased the funny book, for Christmas, believe these stories to be more like, police harassment by cell phone!  LOL!

 

But, after I straightened him out on that issue, and started to tell him, about the amazing articles, the mentoring, the marriage--he has never been married--he stopped me again, just to piss me off, and that is not hard these days!  LOL!  It was fucking 101 degrees in Missoula yesterday!  But he said, what are you talking about men mentoring, when you, yourself have never mentored!  And you don't know what you are talking about . . . really, I took in a girl for 2 years, and a boy for 18 months, and I proceeded to tell him about Darlene and Alan. 

 Darlene

Darlene happened to live just a few houses down the street from me when my kids were little.  I didn't know here, really don't know if I had ever seen her, or at least didn't know here name, but she just knocked on my door, and asked if she could move in with me . . . why?  She proceeded to tell me that she had been adopted as a baby by a couple, then that couple got divorced, and she went with one of them, who then remarried, and later divorced with her going with the parent, who had never been involved in the adoption from the get go, and now she was living with two people, who essentially didn't want her.  I could see the problem and told her all I had, was an empty extra kitchen upstairs, and sure she could move in.

 

Darlene was a senior by this time, and so she was very self-sufficient, and she also had a job, met a nice boyfriend, Aaron, whom was a very nice guy and good looking too.  The first year, I didn't expect anything of Darlene, and I made her choir dress for concerts, went to her graduation, but basically, just stayed out of her way, because she was a great gal, and no problem.  She eventually, after the second year, moved out, got an apartment, and I hope married Aaron, whom she was still with at the time.  Some of these kids, need little more than peace of mind and a safe place to lay their heads.  The second year, when Darlene had graduated, I had gone back to college, and I had her, in exchange for rent, watch my two boys, maybe a few hours a week while I ran up to classes . . . it was a mutually beneficial relationship, and little trouble.  Hi, Darlene if you read my blog!

 Alan

Alan Rowley, was about 17 years old, when I was asked by sister, Rachel, whom had just gotten remarried, to a man, who lived at the other end of the state from St. George, Utah, up in Cove, Utah, and who was ordered by the court, to keep her two oldest kids, in St. George, until school was out, with about 6 months of the school years left, if I would come in and take over, taking care of her two children, Alan, a friend of Matthew Hickey's, Shelley, and her crew.  Nice . . . okay, and so it went.  Rachel and Chris had lost total control of their house, while going through their divorce, and Shelley had always been an errant parent, therefore, aside from getting into the practice of law, after dealing with a terminal brain disease/government poisoning, I jumped right in, in my style of firm but fair treatment of both kids, clients, and others in the house, just as I had done with my own kids, who were now all self-sufficient adults, thank heavens.  But there were about 5 teenage boys, who had taken over the house, eating Rachel and Chris out of house and home, and were so big, all except, Alan, over 6'4" and big and bulky boys.  Within about two days, I took control of the house--helps to be a bad ass attorney, after setting down rules, moving the boys out of the guest house, that my father compared to the murder scene in the Nelson shootings up in Cedar City, where Rachel had been working as a P.I., on the case with David Doddridge, who had visions of getting three rather large breasted women, to be his, private eye, Charlie's Angels incarnate!  Talk about the Two and a Half Men, mentality!  LOL!  Thanks Esquire!  LOL!

 

Alan, who had been adopted by a couple in the neighborhood, from his parents, in California, who had been in and out of jail, on drugs and involved in other socially unacceptable behavior, lost Alan to the state.  But, Alan was a smart mouthed, young punk, and was hard to handle for this Mormon family, with three very dull and slow, unpopular sons of their own.  But, Alan had taken care of his father, and he was street smart, as well as being a smart alick and knew who had the power in the house and kissed up to me immediately.  My own nieces and nephews, were pissed off, but Alan was the kid who fixed my computer when it was down, moved stuff around, cleaned the yard and the garage, and muscled things around when I needed help, and I generally paid him; therefore, he was more than willing to help me, unlike his spoiled friends, and my relatives, sisters' kids.  He soon became my right hand man . . . and what a blessing.  Every morning, I would try to get the two boys up to go to high school, with both of them being seniors.  That was hard, seeing that Rachel seemed to have little use for education, and bought any story the kids wanted to bull shit her with, to stay home from school.  Alan, generally would get up and go, but under complete duress.  Finally, Matt was so far behind, having both daddy locally to back up his bull shit, and mommy coming down all the time to bring, younger sibs, to visit friend in St. George, he totally quit normal high school and wanted to do packets.  Alan wanted to go to the alternative high school, just like Matt . . . again, I could get Alan up and to school, but Matt who took until he was well over 21 to graduate, balked and stayed in bed.

 

Eventually, Alan started to see the benefits of education, saw me kick the shit out of Chris, Rachel's ex and his attorney, whom Alan knew, being raised in the same neighborhood with these men, and saw me beat them in court, time and time again, and kicking them off the property, and feeling like I was going through, Rachel's divorce for her, while she was up in Cove, fucking her new husband, and neither parent, gave me a dime, nor Shelley for taking care of about 10 people and running a solo law practice, too, and having clients in 5 states.  But, Alan, was my man, he would do what I told him to do, and eventually, we got him through high school, and I have never seen a more happy boy . . . he told me it was going to take him another year to graduate, I think because Matt was a lazy ass and would not get up for school, and was going to have to repeat a year or do packets.  I held my "L" fingers up on my forehead for "loser" and said, you have to be retarded not to graduate, so get it done!  And within two weeks he had completed all the assignments and requirements for graduation.  Now, attending his graduation was better than going to my own kids, because, they were expected to graduate, and had parents with a master's degree and law degree, and I never let them miss school, and once, my kids told me there was a snow day . . . nice, story, now get out the door and get to school!  It was a snow day . . . lol!  But that was it, two graduated early, I only attended one graduation, and that bored me to tears, too long, with over 2,000 kids in one class, in Orem, Utah!

 

Alan's was different . . . at first he didn't want to get a robe and hat, it looked stupid.  I insisted he walk through graduation, something I never made my own kids do, and came close to not walking through my own . . . not one for pomp and ceremony, much.  But, Alan, had achieved something, I don't think many people gave him a chance in hell of doing and he was doing it before, Matt, coming from an educated set of parents, albeit, not too concerned about education, from what I could see, and that became a point of contention, and a sore issue for Matt, whom had nobody but himself to blame, with the same person, yelling at him and Alan each morning to get up and get ready for school!  Alan got the robes and hat, and there were about 250 graduates of this Southwest Alternative High School, and Alan, was one of the most proud graduates!  His adopted parents came and we met for the first time . . . they were grateful, because they could not handle him . . . I am no, nonsense parent and mentor, and don't mince words, when I told him he had to be retarded not to graduate from high school, he got the message . . . I balled like a baby, as I did, when I taught, in an alternative high school setting myself, having kids who told me, that all they learned in the quarter was to go to school!  But when I thought about it, and the principle of the high school told me, that the only class these kids went to, was mine, I was flattered!  They called me, Mom, and I was a wreck when they all graduated too . . . some lived without any parents, some with a sister, others in an abandoned school bus . . . tough, tough homes, and I was honored to be called their mother!

 

I helped Alan get his driver's license, two years late, because nobody took the time to help him jump through the steps, or take him to the place to take the driving part.  I made him get a job to pay for the cost of everything, which he did, and eventually he bought his own truck.  At one point, after school was out, and that was my obligation to my sister, I came home from court, and found, that Alan's stuff had been moved out to the curb to the street, with some horrible statement on a banner, and I was furious . . . again, jealousy . . . Matt said, that he should be my favorite, or Ty, because they were related.  I am not like that . . . Christ said, whom are my mother and father, sister and brother, those who do the will of my Father in Heaven who sent me!  I favored the kid, who was smart enough to do what I told him to do, and take care of business.  Not only had my niece and nephew, but their fucking father, who did nothing with the kids, only encouraged them to be shit heads, had come over and helped but Alan's stuff out in the street, and then paid to have MY locks changed!  Within about an hour, I had kicked my niece and nephew out of the house, and told Alan to move his stuff back in the house! 

 

You can be damned sure that added to the situation, I find myself in with Rachel, Shelley, Sue and the rest of the Southwick vampires, teaming up against me . . . they play the game different than I do!  Alan was on his own, later, when all the forces of darkness colluded against me, and illegally, unlawfully, and unconstitutionally, up and stole everything I had in my house, paid for in cash, with the exception of the art that I was purchasing one piece at at time, with about 200 photo art on my walls! 

The Worth of a Sout is Great in the Sight of the Lord . . . Charity Covers a Shit Load of Sins!  LOL!  It was MY pleasure to be Exposed to these Two Fine Kids . . . You Will Get as Much as You Give!  Change Two Lives . . . Yours and Theirs!

MENTOR . . . JUMP IN WHERE THERE IS A NEED!

Thanks, Esquire Magazine, Helping to Make Man at His Best!

EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT SHOOTERS IS WRONG!

I thought it highly appropriate, to put, both the mentoring, along with the making of a man, and also this article on, mass shootings, in the same issue.  Because, we are all, in come way, connected, responsible, needed, and can prevent mass shootings.  Sure there are FBI Threat Assessment teams, but when all is said and done, they have to rely on you and me to bring the behavior and actions, that give us an indicator that something is going wrong in this person's life, and needs to be considered, and also we may get them the help, they need, either through professional, school, church, or whatever, threat assessment, and the treatment or attention they need.  One thing was need all be aware of is, The Path to Violence . . . here is a list, that I thought was very important for people to know about, and assess the actions of someone on this path, that came be predictable!

• what brought the person to your attention?
• does the person harbor a grievance or carry a grudge?
• have there been attempts to resolve the grievance?
• What are the person's successes?
• is there anything for the person to hang on to?
• has the person communicated an intent to attack?
• has the person written anything, anywhere, about his or her intentions and ideas?
• has anyone been alerted?
• has anyone been "warned away"--say, form attending school on a certain day?
• has the person shown an interest in other attacks or other attackers?
• in assassins?
• in mass murders?
• in terror or terrorism?
• in weapons?
• has the person developed a plan?
• has the person acquired weapons?
• has the person surveilled an area of attack?
• has the person rehearsed the attack?
• is the person capable of an attack?
• is the person organized?
• does the person have access to a weapon?
• is the person trying to gain access to a weapon?
• is the person depressed? hopeless? desperate? suicidal?
• has the person experienced a recent setback or failure?
• does the person see violence as an acceptable way to solve problems?
• is what the person says about himself or herself consistent with his or her actions?
• are other people concerned about the person's potential for violence?
• where is the person on the pathway to violence?

I think this is plenty to leave you with to think about.  The FBI, local and state cops, can't be everywhere, so it behooves all of us, to do our part, and to error on the side of safety, and report any strange behavior.  These are the red flag signs that there may be something amiss in this person's life, that just might lead them to do an act of terror, mass murder, or whatever, that leaves the whole nation or world mourning and searching for answers.  While there are always these people who we can't read, or we can't do thought policing to, there are, however, signs, benchmark patterns, that lead a person, down this pathway to violence, that can be stopped, and the person can be helped, problems solved, their thoughts and ideations stopped, and we can prevent some catastrophe from happening!

 

As I read the article in Esquire all of these boys, mainly, didn't feel part of high school, college, or didn't get validated, in someway.  Many of them started to separate from society, their friends, and didn't have a clear perspective, even when people did love them, and needed someone other than themselves to talk to, to point out, things they perhaps are missing, and make them feel cared for, give them attention, and make them feel part of something.  But, they each, started to tell themselves they were special  to make up for not feeling special . . . and their thoughts started to go to thinking they were better than other people, and convincing themselves that this act of violence, was their duty to do or participate in.  We need to be the eyes and ears of the cops, the units, the schools, our friends and family members, who might be starting on a pathway that they will regret forever!

 

The article interspersed, a guy named Trunk a name he got in prison, for being stopped by a cop, who searched the stolen vehicle he and his other special friend took, noticed their long black coats, and a truck full of guns . . . he was stopped, charged with several crimes, but also, stopped in that progression along the pathway to violence, and he was grateful that he was stopped . . . and said, after getting caught, and coming out of his trance or coma, stupor of thought, about killing people, he said, You gave me my life back.  We can literally, give someone their lives back, even if for a while, they, having gone far enough down the pathway to violence, has to temporarily be locked up to keep the rest of society safe.  That is much better than the alternative.  We don't want them to go so far on the continuum, that they reach a point of no return!

We Can Make the World a Better Place . . . We Need to Watch, Listen, and Report Strange Behavior!

P.S. I am going to write about the Otter Creek Mine, and the Tongue River Railroad issue, here locally, tomorrow, but I promise, I will give you my mind on the new marriage!  The Groom to Win . . . Catwomen and Batman!  My fourth husband, a worthy opponent, in this new marriage with both partners being power people, making up power couples, is way more fun, more interesting, and much more entertaining, and the author of the article, was right, but you have to survive the modern marriage!  LOL!  I was hoping that James Kennedy would be a viable partner, in this psychological battle of the sexes of equal footing and education, or the power couple . . . but, he may be stuck at the Two and a Half Men stage, LOL!  Or he is playing it smart, with a female, who draws the ire and attention of assassins, murderers, and those who would punish her, through the slaying of her lovers!

Meow, Scratch, Kiss, Hiss . . . My 4th Husband, Replaced Our Wedding Certificate With the Cat Woman Symbol!  LOL!  When I Said, Well, You are Batman aka Interpol . . . He Picked Up the New Wedding License and Threw It Against the Wall and It Broke!  The Marriage Tanked TOO!  LOL!  Everything it Symbolic!  Mark My Word!  Meow . . . Ha!

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Dream with Ceremonial Cops . . . Like Dressed for a Parade in Cowboy Get-Ups?  LOL!

The other night at the Poverello Center for the Homeless, my hotel for a few days, maybe not after this morning, but, some chick, was in the bathroom, while I was going in to do my nightly chore . . . and she said, some other chick had already done the floor, so would I mind cleaning up the mess in the hall?  Yes, I do mind, and this job looks like shit!  I have one job to do, and I will do it . . . don't know what this other girl is doing, but she put too much detergent in the water, and there are white streaks all over the terricota tiles, and I need to do this over.  If my name is on something, it is sure as hell, going to be done right, whether a brief for the U.S. Supreme Court, or doing the bathrooms in a homeless shelter, I am who, I am! 

She then apologized for coming off "authoritative" were her words, as I responded, you will have a hard time, pushing me around, I am an attorney who is used to pushing other people around.  Oh?  What kind of law do you practice?  I thought this might get her attention, it usually does, even at a homeless shelter, and with, I would suspect, given, this apparent set up, by some cop undercover bitch, to get me in trouble, and kicked out of the shelter, or some other write up or reprimand . . . never works, they always fail, but as this incident is going down, some other woman, comes up to me, cowardly, and afraid of this alleged, "authoritative" bitch, that I just put in her place, and she asks me if I will stay in the bathroom, while she takes a shower . . . No, but I will be here, as long as it takes me to do the floor, and I turn to the federal bathroom troll and told her to leave this woman alone too.  The snooty troll has softened her approach and been very nice as of our last conversation!  LOL!  I love being an attorney!  LOL!  The NSA must have joined me . . . can't control my cursor!  LOL!  One of your gals, huh?  LOL!  Thought so . . . protect the gals at all costs!  How childish and pathetic are your games!

I am sure the bathroom troll will be reading this, as all feds do . . . and I don't give a rat's ass, about what she thinks, who she is, and what her tasks were, but she was a fucking ugly witch to look at, the first morning, I went in the bathroom, looks like a mole, one from underground, "undercover", with a bulbus nose, beedy eyes, and a frown!  She tried copping an attitude with me the first morning . . . just an ugly bitch, so how's that for taking your mole, bathroom troll queen down!  LOL!  What clown shit I have to put up with day to day!  Need a new play book dumb asses . . . oh, and your alleged, lying bastards of former shelter days, Brett, Dane, Garrett and crew, called in once I got here . . . fuck them too, lying bastards they are . . . this is Rachel, or Shelley, or Kay, not JoAnn, although, they are aka, Joann!  I can see through your shit, have all the way along, and someday, you will stop fooling your fucking selves and grow the fuck up!  And your little Marshal, just happens to show up this morning, at 4:00 A.M., for the surprise sting op . . . fuck you too, asshole, think I don't recognize your sorry ass? 

Good God they are stupid!  I have perfect faith in God, who alerted me, that something was up, when one of the crew, peaked in the woman's dorm, to see if I was still there . . . Ghost woman rides again, up and at'em, clothes on are ready to roll, within seconds!  I have perfect faith in myself, and perfect faith in the cops, that they will fuck it up!  LOL!  I probably should not taunt them this way, but Mitt's Mutts, on his payroll, family shit, and Mo Church shit is getting old!  Pop Rachel's fake tits, and maybe things will calm down for the Shallow Hal's of the Intel World!  LOL!  Simply amazing, that these fuckers are spending so much time, energy, and effort for a pair of fake balls in some woman's chest!  God save us all!  LOL!  Boyz will be boyz!  Grow a pair!  Boyz to Men someday . . . looks like later, rather than sooner!  God bless the Queen?

The Hole in the Ceiling, The $20, and the Umbrella!  Had to Be Spooks of the Federal Type . . . I Can Feel Them!

So, yesterday morning, as is generally the case, I am up waiting for the town to get up, and decide to go up Rattlesnake Canyon, and go hiking, before I write my blog, or go swimming, which I never made it too.  But, I took the 8:15 A.M., bus out to Bonner, about a 12 mile bus run, along the river and in the pines, as we wind through little Montana towns, south of Missoula, out in the country, for this very stuck in the city dweller, right now, without a car for the last two years . . . pipebomb, 13th East Exit in Salt Lake City, January 1, 2013 . . . payback for Mitt loosing to President Obama?  Or trying to kill me to cover up, stealing $118 million from me?  What do you think?  HMMM?  Anyway, and beautiful drive, free, and gets you out of town, all you dwellers in the concrete jungles of Missoula!

After that soul refreshing little jaunt out of town for an hour, I got off, across the street from Albertson's Market, ACE Hardware, the Helpful Place, and landed at the Green Hanger Laundramat, bathroom break and around the corner to catch the bus up the canyon for a morning hike, up to the little ranch, up Jumbo Mountain, I think it is called, to stop and look at the Texas Longhorn bull and several cows, along with some beautiful horses . . . if I can't get the ranch, I was going to buy with my $118 million, I might as well enjoy, the fruits of the labors of my neighbors up the Canyon, in addition to the lovely scenery, on the way up, streams, greenery, bridges, looks like old fashioned rock alters, human sacrifices, most like done at some point . . . just kidding, but they do make reason stare?

But before leaving, and while I was sitting, bored on the bus bench, along the freeway entrance, I decided to check to see how much money, I don't have . . . and to my surprise, there was about $86.00 in my purse, zipper pocket!  Yahoo, lunch, the Arleen, Pow Wow, and some left over for the Greek Festival, I just found out about this morning!  Happy days are here again!  So, I knew exactly how much money I had, in fact, I even took the four $20's out of the pocket and held them up . . . not intending for aerial surveillance to pick up on what I had, seeing I had ditched my cell phone at Walmart, last week in Grand Junction, and gave my computer away to some black dude on the bus, sending it packing to California or wherever he was going, while I headed back up north to Montana, Kalispell to be precises!  So, I was not expecting to have a tail on me, but I have noticed that the bus drivers, look a bit, cop-like to me, and God, my Intel man, amazingly, through seeing a bus schedule, dumped on the side of the road, as I walked to the Aquatic Center, the afternoon before, indicating to me, to trash the bus . . . but, I didn't, and I always regret not listening, and yesterday was one of those days, all fucking day!

New Found Treasure--Taco Bell, Pizza Hut!  So Good!

Feeling richer than when I started out that morning, I decided to got get lunch, and enjoy the rest of the early morning cool, before the blazing sun, came beating down on my hot head!  I got my normal, a great salad, personal pan pizza, supreme, and drink, all for $6.99, which is me is amazing, and healthy!  Although, as I piled blue cheese dressing on my healthy pile of veggies, lettuce, sunflower seeds, crutons, extra cheddar cheese, I looked up, and another message from my Intel man, God . . . Wrong Way!  Reminding me, that calories do count, that I so often talk myself out of, and the hike is going to null and void, with all that dressing!  Okay, okay, I get it, but, at least it is healthy and tasted, absolutely wonderful, to say the least!  LOL!  Calories aside, which I pretend don't exist in my world!  LOL!

So, I got to pay, and low and behold, I am missing a $20 bill . . . I only have 3 of them, rather than the four, I counted before I took the bus.  I go back in my mind, and think, although it didn't all come together until later.  I had trimmed my fingernails, before I got on the bus . . . did, I accidentily pull a $20 out when getting my fingernail clippers out of the same pocket?  Unlikely.  But, where in the hell did it go?  I always stash my black purse that seems to blend in well, with dark green vegatation, and dirt, in the shadows of the bushes, at the beginning of the Rattlesnake Canyon trail I take . . . but, I was sure that the cute red-headed boy, playing basketball, down on the nieghborhood courts, didn't see where I put my purse, and there was nobody else watching me, or so I thought . . . so where did that go?  I need that money!

My thoughts ran from being pissed to hoping that whomever found the money if it happened to blow out of my purse . . . needed it more than I did . . . but I doubt it!

You Might As Well Go BRIGHT!  Okay!  ACE The Helpful Hardware Man Told Me That!  LOL!

I know that the sun and heat, is about 10 to 25 degrees less, if you are under the shade of a tree . . . and I remembered my sister, Tiffany, who served a mission for the Mo Church, in the Philippeans, tell me that the women there, being known for beautiful and youthful skin, never go out in the sun without an umbrella . . . good idea, I will take the shade with me, as I walk to the law school to do my blog!  Umbrellas on isle 18 mam . . . I can't find them . . . here, let me show you . . . oh, thanks, didn't see them!  Now, should I get the colorful one, or the black?  Go, BRIGHT!  Red, yellow, orange, green and white, stripes . . . so cute, and fun, just right for a Burrito and fun in the sun!  I got that statement of the marque for Del Taco, this morning, going to McD's for breakfast at 6:00 A.M., after sitting on the bench and tables at the taco joint!  NSA or hackers, not letting me highlight and italicize either . . . so sad, too bad, fuckers!

Happily, I walk over to the law school, covered by a bright fun umbrella!  I pass over the lighted bridge, that takes you to the university campus, and get to the law school for my favorite part of the day, typing my blog!  I write about unleashing the elements of nature, symbolizing my four amazing children, the water, wind, fire and ice . . . or seeing a Southwestern art magazine the other day, the four wild mustages, a taste of the wild, as my kids were raised to run free, doing what their hearts desire!  There is a local cement comany, with the initials, LHC . . . or to me, Love Her Children . . . what I think of each time I see the truck!  I guess the NSA, decided if I was going to rat them out, to you, dear readers, they would put my options for emphasising back on my computer!  Thanks for reading!  Amazing what a billion readers a day will do to persuade the government cyber trolls, to let me just write!  Maybe they felt bad about taking my $20!  But I doubt it . . . they take a million a day, minimum, and so the $20 is nothing to them, but it is to ME!  THAT IS MY MONEY TOO . . . the million to 5 mil a day!  Just wanted to remind them who is writing this blog . . . not the fucking fakers, you support!  Assholes!  Fuck you!

Oh, on the line of the elements of the earth, I saw a kid with a t-shirt, with a baby kitty, that had fire coming out of his mouth!  God's reminder, that, yes, there are people pissed off that see what these fucks are doing to you every fucking minute of every fucking day!  Non-stop for the last three years!  There was also a kid last night that had the same shirt on I wrote about last week, while in Grand Fuction Junction . . . two eagles, or the national symbol, facing each other, mouths open, tallons flared, ready to attack, and with lightening flashing in the background, indicative of the two versions of America . . . mine, the founding father's version, and the Illuminati, CIA, Mo Church's version of one nation under the British crown again!  Screeaaaammmm!  Fuck NO!  Anyway, I finished my blog, and went to the bathroom, and noticed that my umbrella was missing . . . must have left it at the computer station in the library . . . no . . . there as only a guy way across the library and one upstairs, and the librarian, the most likely, seeing that huge ass donations have likely been made up here, to purchase the law school . . . but, innocent until proven guilty, but he was across the library, so?

I Look to the Ceiling . . . A Hole?  Spies, Spooks?  Maybe . . . Connecting the Dots, The Only Ones It Could BE!

After checking and rechecking, asking the librarian is he had it turned in, and he told me no; however, there was a new guy that joined him, whom I had not seen before, until I came back to check on the umbrella, with the two, the librarian and this dude . . . who jokingly said, you can't trust, us lawyers and law students.  Is that a confession . . . many FBI, are in fact, hired right out of law school, as was one of my friends, when he failed his exams, and was booted out of the University of Arizona, 38 years ago, and was contacted by the feds, which I now, understand, prefer law school grads, because, it always helps to understand the law . . . even though they don't follow it!  Not LOL!  But, nonetheless, true, sad to say!  I still kind of just blew that statement off, until I got in the hall.

I was still puzzled by the two events of this nature, in one day . . . what the hell is going on?  I had just written about magic and it seemed, like I was a victim of it, first the $20 and now the disappearing umbrella?  What the hell?  And as I pondered the events of the day, with no likely explanation . . . and having had every item of uniqueness I have owned, stolen, for the double to claim, such as blingy cowgirl jackets, bling flip flops, black fringe, cowgirl American West Brand, leather purse . . . not stolen, but copied, if they can't get the item itself.  But, I looked up to the ceiling for some reason, and there was this suspicious looking hole?  Now if that is not symbolic of spying or spies, what is . . . looking through peep holes, or doing surveillance through a roof, using infrared thermal energy fields, or surveillance low flying FBI helicopters and planes . . . all sybolic of spies, spooks, ghosts, who very well, could have seen me, deposit my purse and where, wanting me to know that they knew where I was; however, that led me to another possibility, was it my Shadow Panther . . . letting me know, he is near, watching, gathering evidence?  Maybe, hopefully?

The real fuckers, would have taken all the money!  If I were bleeding, these ravenous pack of wolves, would be licking up the blood, salavating at the teeth, and waiting to tare every bit of flesh from my body!  So, that would lead me to believe that it might be a Casper the Friendly Ghost?  KISSES!  Maybe he wanted me to write about it, to further verify the writer of this blog?  You can never have too much evidence to convict the fraud squad of broads!  Gotta protect those CIA ASSES or assets!  Don't worry about the source of the work, the author, the knowledge giver, trainer, or the real rock star!  Hell, NO!  Fuck the true scholars, guitarists, the originals, those protected by the copyright, patented material and inventions or writings, beit, music or blogging . . . hell, what and who needs a damned Constitution?!!!!!!!!  Crazy Fun--Challenging Run!  10,000 Glass Slippers of Cinderella Evidence!  Play by play . . . I am writing this at the St. Patrick's Medical Center, Learning Center, floor one, if you need to know . . . I am not in Pacific Time Zone, nor in Utah, not in Chicago, nor Alaska, nor New Zealand with the fake, new band . . . Elliot Taylor Secrist . . . is in Denver, tonight at the Mutiny Information Cafe . . . totally symbolic name of the place he is at tonight . . . there should be a MUTINY . . . fuck the CIA!

NSA . . . back in control, can't move to center to write!

Drove past a church, out in Bonner or on the way . . . said, something to the effect . . . A Father's Love is Priceless . . . they must be referring to a Heavenly Father!  Even though it said, Happy Father's Day, that term has a negative connotation to me!  God was my Father growing up, during my teen, young adult and now, during my adult years, and is right now as we speak!  My physical father, thinks, that my brand, which is his superstar kid brand, and has from the get go, with the others getting with the program, late in life, or after they stole both me and my son's identities, have never done a thing of note, until becoming US . . . would consider, my family, the ones everyone wants to be, to be the Expendibles!  LOL!  What a fucking joke of a dick . . . perfect name for him, cock sucking motherfucker!  Right there in stupidity and absurdity with Dick Fucking Cheney . . . just as fucked up!

This competition goes deep for my father, who I think hated his mother, deep seeded resentments for her accomplishments, achievements, awards, honors, being on a par with the Christensen family in general . . . judges, professors, attorneys . . . who took to me, and wanted to claim me, much like these fuckers want to claim my children, but without any connections to me, whom they hate . . . and with my Grandmother, Elaine Christensen Southwick, former Dean of Women at Southern Utah University, as well as an English professor, who's portrait hangs in the hallowed halls of the Great Hall, on campus, only reminds my father, with his allegiance going to his father's family name, Southwick, that, I remind him of the Christensens, and he is going to even the ledger, for the Southwicks, by seeking revenge on the one daughter in the family, who is most like the Christensens, and that comes from Grandmother Southwick's own words, telling me, that I most reminded her, of her, when she was young, and being the only third generation member to ever be invited to the Judge Christensen scholarship interviews, and having presented that award one year, of all of Grandmother's grandchildren, with her name sake--Susan Elaine Southwick Schmidt, a wanna be attorney, but history major, not being like her, nor is Margret Southwick Nesbitt, also an attorney, but not of the Christensen ilk or esteem, always vying for Grandmother's attention and love, with me, just doing my thing . . . I encapsulated, both sides of the Christensen crew and legacy, that of an attorney and a professor, and following most closely in my Grandmother's footsteps, majoring in English, and teaching at a college or university level, not only English, but Family Law, and at three universities, rather than just one!  ONE PAINFUL REMINDER OF THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN THE SOUTHWICKS AND THE CHRISTENSENS!

NSA blocking any centering, cursor movement, other than manual . . . bull shit!  But, BOOM CHICKA POP . . .

Yesterday, after leaving the law school, and getting on the bus, there was this chick, who got on, who looked so much like Margaret Schmidt, Sue's alleged attorney daughers, contitutional law girl, she was the Southwick's answer to me--LOL! what a fucking joke, she was a nanny to Sarah's kids, cried and got fired from a law firm in D.C. and probably got a job, Mo Church style with a Mo Law Firm in Vegas!  LOL! . . . and in a polygamist sense . . . possibly, my daugher's replacement, since I had just written about Nicole!  And today, there was a symbolic name in the newspapers, confirming, that with Nick Merrill or Nic murder real!  I saw a young girl, with a t-shirt on the other day, and it said, I love you, but you talk too much . . . that would be what Nicole might say now and back in the day, when she looked like this young smart girl!  That little trap, and my fucking son-in-law, who is right there with Dallas, but a better provider, has given Nicole a better life than lazy ass Dallas did for Greta . . . with a switcho chango, with Sarah planned, that I have known since Sarah married cover hubby Jason, the typical Mo Joe . . . so, the family super stars, but painful, over achievers, going to the next generation, of pain for Papa, as my father wants to be called . . . can't handle any more success from the SECRIST crew, who refuses to follow the MO program, so we are EXPENDABLES!

This family plot and plan goes way, way back . . . Nicole and George, lived with Sue and Kevin in Pennsylvania, about 10 years ago, when their oldest son, was just born, or a baby, so the Schmidts, living with baby, and close to George and Nicole, pretending to be the loving Auntie and Uncle, were actually plotting with George, who is all about polygamy, and surely would think Sue and Kevin, better parents and grandparents, if you take out the adultery, and murder plots!  But we don't swear, drink or smoke?  Typical Mo bull shit, but justify, polygamy, murder, conspiracy, adultery, etc. . . . but the Shit, or Schmidt family got attached to George, and saw him as fodder for marriage to little Meggie, rather than Nicole, who trusted these fucks, and doubted her mother!

I remember, going back to stay with Nicole and George, when the kids, two grandkids were little, and we went to visit Sue and Kevin in Lancaster County, or somewhere back by the Amish . . . Sue, whom I hadn't seen for years, nor talked to, was too busy doing Mormon Relief Society shit, to even come talk to her sister, who was allegedly to be dead by now, which she has wanted, since being born in my shadow, and having remained there for life . . . LOL! and me becoming an attorney, even pissed her off more, so death became ME!  LOL!  But, Sue was in the big house office, pretending that her Relief Society duties were as important as any legal case, and didn't even take the time to come say Hi . . . that is how, stupid, jealous and inane this bitch is, so this is payback!  But after a while on the last day there, Sue came and we talked, Sue had no grandchildren at the time, and I said, so Sue, when are you going to get some grandkids . . . and in a dead serious tone, she said . . . I am taking YOURS! 

I responded, oh, hell you are, Get Your OWN!  She just crowled at me, like we will see . . . yes we will . . . your trashy whore daughter can't stand to my daughter's knees in competence, grace, style, beauty, and brains . . . but you can take her fucker of a husband, whom, if I were to guess, has fucked this bitch of Sue's . . . good little MO FUCKERS . . . I would kill him myself if I could . . . neither he, nor Dallas are good enough for my daughters, and the best thing for my kids would be, is to dump their sorry asses, and give them the simpkins, or simple kin girls, dumb bitches!  I mean Sarah has huge ass knockers, but, what the hell else . . . she is kind of fun, but if Dallas didn't support her ass, she would be trashing him in a second, as Greta should have.  As for George, while Nicole lay in the hospital getting stitched up after having his two beautiful children, risking her life, for them, both at birth and at that time . . . George and I were shopping in the mall, and I saw a t-shirt, that said, something like, a sex radar machine . . . George immediately got offensive, and I knew . . . Maggie Sue!

The last time I was back East, probably when I was sworn into the U.S. Supreme Court . . . Sue, jealous bitch, Maggie will have to cheat to get there, LOL!  But, Nicole and I went to Church, George agreed to stay home with the kids, because one of them was feeling under the weather, and the Schmidt girls, and Jason were coming to dinner . . . . when we got home, guess who was there first, Maggie Sue May . . . the red head, that is one of the reasons, that they, the fucking mob, would spare Elliot, because I have written too much about him and his golden locks of hair, red as fire, copper and beautiful, to let them get away with that dullard, brown ass, Isaac, before my blogging days!  Lame ass fuck!  But when we got home, surprise, not to me, Maggie was there first, with George and kids . . . now, I remember, Meg having to stay with George and Nicole, and I believe that Nicole was in charge of girl's camp for the church and Meg and Georgie Porgie puddin' and pie, were left home to watch the kids . . . yeah right!

You see in Mo town, polygamy is an enticement for the fuckers, who want to cheat, allegedly within the confines of the church; therefore, in committing adultery per se . . . oh, really?  Not in my world!  And, as the girl on the bus, yesterday, that sultry little pouty Meggie, got to Georgie Porgie, and they did it, Mo Church style!  LOL!  And it was so evident to me, right after church, what George's altruistic motives were in staying with the kids . . . Meggie was a mess, and a pure bitch when Nicole and I got home, just like fucking cops, I can smell adultery too!  You don't want to hurt Nicole, so you let it go, but once, I could see the writing on the wall, that murder was the motive, and it may have been why, an alleged, 2 hour surgery turned into almost a death sentence for Nicole, with me almost getting sick to my stomach, seeing her, on her death bed!  That fucker, I will kill that shit head!  That same year, Greta, out of the blue had a cyst or something on her ovaries, and I had to see her in the same shape!  The plot thickens . . . and, don't we always suspect the spouse, when one dies?  Watch I.D. network, always, there is a lover, strange death, and some insurance policy or money, could be clearing the way for stealing little brother's music, which I am fucking sure that fuck George, helped promote, on his trips around the world lasting for months at a time . . . meeting up with little Meggie?

My Intel, Guy, God, plainly and simply, through this little, slutty tart on the bus, looking so much like Meg, after writing about Nicole, that she is Nicole, and the Expendables, will be eliminated from the Southwick crew . . . Well, FUCK YOU!

Like I told Dallas . . . George, Don't Underestimate What I can Do to YOU . . . You fuck MY DAUGHTER, and I will be practicing law, under my U.S. Supreme Court Bar License, ASAP, and everything you hold near and dear, will be taken from YOU . . . TRY ME!  SIGNED . . . MAMMA KODIAK BEAR!

 

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Footsteps Side by Side

After swimming, yesterday, at the Aquatic Center, Missoula, Mt., I was walking the river trail back to the Pov, but it was hot, and I was tired, worn out, and kind of hit this sentimental journey, being in the swimming pool, with all the moms, dads, kids, babies, and memories of days gone too fast by, came to mind.  They say, that the first 50 years, you are looking forward, but the next 50 years, you look back, so this must be the phenomena I am experiencing.  I saw a mother, sitting on the sidelines, looking like a professor, grading and reading papers, or doing some type of work, and remembered the days, sitting at the pool, while my youngsters, frolicked in the water, yelling, look mom, as they jumped off the side of the pool, or put their heads under water, holding their breaths and going from one end of the pool to the other, without breathing.  I would often bring the kids to the swimming pool, so they were entertained, while I sat on the side, on a beach chair, reading and translating Chaucer, or Shakespeare for an English class, and have one of the kids, playfully, splash water up on me, getting my hard to get attention, and making the blue ink on the margins of the page, run, when the pool water mixed with my notes, of Old or Middle English into modern, being tested on the precise translation of the text, word for word.

I don't often have a pity party, nor do often go there, and I am generally a very happy person, as long as I am left alone, to write what I want to write, and go where I want to go, and have a little cash to buy a Diet Coke or taco, now and again.  I am not very materialistic, therefore, my needs and wants are minimal, and my joy maximum.  But, with the blazing sun beating on me, and taking what, was looking like the long way home, or back to my temporary home, I took the time to just sit and ponder my life.  And overall, I have few regrets, realizing, that what I did at the time, was most likely what I would do again, given the facts, age, and circumstances of where I was and what I was feeling at the time.  But, for just a moment, life, right here, right now, seemed a bit, hazy, and I regretted some things of late, as I saw couples, walking up and down the river trail, hand in hand, and wondered, why I had been so, harsh, have standards, that prohibit me, in many ways to mesh with the times, wondered about James Kennedy, and he tried, so, who was to blame but myself, that I am alone right now.  I don't regret fighting to save the Constitution from utter and complete destruction by the Patriot Act, don't regret the cases, the law, law school, and a passion for purity in the law.

For for a moment, as I thought of my kids, and had I prioritized my time, especially in these last 15 years, when they not only had to deal with me going to law school, then working in high powered jobs, colleges, and doing some extra work on the sides, did I cheat them, have the relationship, with them I should have, while close, these last years have been tough, with me being hunted, tracked, chased, and whatnot, I know they worried, and even at times wondered if I was dead.  Elliot, the youngest, and probably the most mellow, and the one who looks at the evidence at hand, generally checks to see if I have written a blog for the day, a calmly tells the concerned sibling, that mom posted a blog to day, she is fine!  LOL!  That's my son.  They had to deal with being told that I was dying of a terminal brain disease, then when I didn't die, that somehow morphed into a mental health issue, as presented by those who originally poisoned me and wanted me dead, and were pissed as hell, because they didn't get clear title to my name, and all that professionally goes with it, plus free and clear access to my children, who are coming through all this hell, with flying colors!

Passion, Commitment, Courage, Selfless . . . Words on Rust Flags on River Light Poles!  What a Comfort!

While I was sitting, not necessarily beating myself up, because I don't believe in that, but right at that second, of wondering about my relationship, the trials and travails of my line of work, that seems to be high voltage and power packed, I looked up and noticed these strange letters, and figured out that the cut outs in the flags or sides that were sticking out on the side of the lamp posts, were actually words, and each light pole had different words . . . the first one, I could decipher, was passion . . . and just them, some kids, that really looked almost like a mixture of both Elliot and Chris's looks, rode by on his bike.  And next to the words, there are footsteps, with flags on both sides of the poles, the footsteps are walking in lock step, side by side.  And the thought came to mind, that, they may not have had the one on one, and had to share you with the courts, the state, the colleges you taught at, the clients, and the travel . . . but, they did pick up on the passion of what you were doing and why!  That brought me great comfort and peace.  Then I walked a bit further, and the next word, was commitment, the font is funky and a bit hard to read at first, but the messages come through loud and clear!  I am pretty sure there were five words, but I can't remember one of them, but the other two were, courage and selfless . . . 

I thought, of all the possessions I would want to pass on to my children, these things would be the most cherished, valuable, and priceless, and of infinite worth!  As my children get older, and mature, I can see these traits, coming out, more and more, as if the full tree and the fruit will appear.  The scriptures state that the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree . . . a good tree cannot bring rotten fruit, and a bad tree can't bring good fruit!  And it is by their fruits, you shall know them!  So, beyond the money, I should have made from my cases, the fame, the glory, and the publicity that was so wrongfully stolen from me . . . what remains, is the most blessed, the prize, and of the most precious of legacies to pass on to my children.  The first year, that I was basically running for fear of losing my life, and didn't call my kids or see my grand kids, I remember thinking, if I can leave them a free America, a better world, a nation with rights, liberties, and the freedoms that the Constitution provides, along with the protections . . . then I would gladly, never see them again, than exchange a visit, or a closer relationship, and lose this, for them, and for my posterity, throughout all generations of time!  The money comes and goes . . . but, freedom can be lost and it was being taken, give me liberty or give me death!  And that is no joke to me!

As my readers know . . . I have struggled daily just to breath air, with my own identity, and there are those who want to punish me so bad, that they would erase me from existence, and go for claiming my children as theirs, and my grandchildren also . . . and that is the most painful.  But, as I ponder the ramifications of that, knowing full well, that these people would rather have my children, than their own, they have paid me the highest of compliments as a mother!  And so I thank you . . . for they are wonderful, and you, will have 4 forces of nature to deal with, 4X me, if you don't hold to the basic principles of justice, liberty, rights and freedoms, and of that I am sure!  I unleash the four forces of nature, the four elements . . . water, wind, fire, and ice!  HOME IS WHERE YOU STARTED!  I give my kids my blessing, trusting them, as much as any people on earth . . . be force for GOOD!  A sweet subject of study, for sure!

Are You A Witch . . . The Magical Powers of the Female, Feared Since the Beginning of Time!

I have been called the psychic researcher, a psychic, and I have studies, psychic phenomena, astroprojection, parapsychology, ghosts, witches, and I love the world of magic, but that paragraph above reminds me of a night, I truly invoked the powers of a witch, or the unseen powers of the underworld, or of mother earth, using symbolic motions of thunder and lightening, on an unsuspecting young man, who was harassing my precious daughter of the same age, being in the same house, dealing with a boyfriend, his two natural born children, one foster son, the subject of my witchcraft, and my four natural born children, and I also had Shelley's son, Isaac, living with us at that time.  My ex was building a new home, so I took the kids, while he built the home, we called ourselves the OATS family, and we were quite the sensation up in the Midway, Heber area, of Utah, where we had been hanging out for a few years, but never on a permanent basis.  The OATS, name came from a combination of Owens, Anderson, Tanner, and Secrist, or a combined acronym, taking the first letter of each of the last names of the people in this make shift family of ours, and it was fun, interesting and Jerry, the dad of the crew, was actually the fly in the ointment of an overall very congenial group of young adults to parents.

Jason Tanner, was Jerry's foster son, and he was the subject of my spell and casting out, with a total frustration after realizing that Jerry was not going to do anything about Jason's, intimidation of Nicole, with both of them being the same age, but Jason, was built like pure muscle, and had witnessed abuse from his father against his mother, found his father hanging in the garage, on a suicide, and mom in and out of jail . . . but I will say, that Jason turned out to be an amazing young man, with a degree in computer science, a good job and a wonderful little family, last I saw him.  So, Jason was getting into Nicole's underwear drawer, standing behind her and making intimidating jesters, and may have even had a crush on her, and was just doing what he had seen his father do to his mother . . .  patterns of abuse will recreate themselves in the next generation . . . this is how a man acts toward someone he loves . . .NOT!  I was working on the domestic violence, dating violence and sexual assault manual for cops and prosecutors, right at the time this was happening, and so this was not going to happen to MY DAUGHTER!

The Three Witches or Nags in Macbeth, All Rolled Into One!

Nicole had come to me with the problems, like all young girls should when there are issues like this going on within a neighborhood, home, school, work, etc., and don't try to handle this yourselves!  Usually the rejection of the love object, or the subject of the attention of the man, or women in the reverse with guys, only adds fuel to the fire and when there is an obsession, reasonable or not, pushing them away, can actually trigger, feelings of abandonment, that may trigger deeply buried emotions connected to a parent, or loved one, and that causes an even more vitriol reaction from the person doing the stalking, abuse, intimidation, and threats of assault and you don't want to go there.  I talked to Jerry, who given Jason's past, and maybe the tenable nature of their relationship at the time, and Jerry not wanting to appear to favor my family or whatever, he refused to do anything.  And I was not going to let my daughter be intimidated in anyway or feel threatened.  So, one cold, windy night, with rain and thunder, the thought came to my mind, to invoke the powers of darkness on this boy, to let him know what he was doing to her.

I believe in energy sources . . . and I didn't want to hurt him, also knew of the background and past he came from, but I was not going to let him get away with this bad behavior.  So, with the storm raging outside, and Jason gone, I went up in his room, nobody knew I was there . . . left the lights off, and spun around in circles, casting my arms, as if hurling thunderbolts at him and his room, and walked up and laid my hand, no directly on his stuff, his dresser, his bed, but from about a inch away, ran my hands over, all items in his room, putting a negative energy or spell over all in the room, so safe and secure, and not violated--no more!  I wanted him to feel something of his actions.  So for about 10 or so minutes, as the thunder flashed and the lightning crashed outside, it did also in this bedroom . . . I thought of the words of the witches in MacBeth, trouble, trouble, boil and bubble . . . or something to that affect. I didn't tell anyone of my actions that night, but the next morning, Jason, just up and moved out without a word!  LOL!  Awesome!

Jerry seemed very puzzled by Jason's, sudden exit, and asked me what I thought happened.  But first, knowing that I had issues with Jason and Nicole, and for sure, Nicole being my prime interest of protecting, Jerry just out of the blue, said, Are you a witch?  Then, I fessed up to my activities of the night before, of the symbolic lightening bolts, the thunder, the secret spell, the negative energy field I put on all Jason's stuff . . . I don't think he knew quite what to say!  LOL!  But it was fun, magical, and powerful!  Gotta love it!  I come by this witch thing naturally . . . I had two ancestors burned or drowned as witches!  And it is of them, that I am most proud!  One said, after being accused of being a witch, laughing in the faces of her accusers, Though my life depend on it, I can not tell a lie!  Way to go Great-grandma!  And I love Halloween!

Have a Creepy, Enchanted, Haunted, Hallowed Evening . . . And Don't Piss Any Witches in Your Life OFF!

 

GROOVY TUESDAY: TIA'S HOT TAMALES; BAO CHOW--HOT ASIAN BUNS; GLOVE PIZZA--HOT ITALIAN PIZZA! SCOTTY'S ROUNDABOUT--HIPPIE CHOW! LOVE IT! SMALL BUSINESS--BACKBONE OF AMERICAN ECONOMY! BIG, BIG MAGIC--MISS YOU SHADOW PANTHER--FROST'N FIRE: TRAVAILS OF GETTING MY IDENTITY BACK--SCREAM, SOCIAL SECURITY! INFLATEGATE--TOM BRADY'S APPEAL OF 4 GAME SUSPENSION . . . DID ANYONE CONSIDER THAT THE BALLS GUYS, MAY HAVE HAD IT IN FOR THE GUY . . . I MEAN, 4 TIME SUPER BOWL CHAMP, MODEL WIFE, KIDS, DREAM LIFE . . . FUCK THE BASTARD, IS WHAT I HEARD ON THE AUDIO RELEASE OR READING OF THE EMAILS! GREEN MONSTERS OF JEALOUSY AND ENVY, ARE VERY REAL! WHO IS IN CONTROL OF THE BALLS, SETTING THE RATE OF INFLATION, WHO HAD ACCESS, EASY MOTIVE, AND TOUCHED THEM JUST BEFOE THE GAME! THE BALL BOYS! JUST A DEFENSE ATTORNEY'S THOUGHTS--BRADY MAY BE TELLING THEM, THE BALL BOYS HOW HE LIKES THE BALLS, BUT THEY ARE THE ULTIMATE GUYS IN CHARGE, AND I AM SURE THEY WOULD KNOW THE REGULATION RULES OF THE NFL, MORE THAN BY HEART! JUST LIKE BRADY AND DEFENSE SQUAD OF ATTORNEYS ARE CLAIMING, THERE IS NO DIRECT EVIDENCE LINKING BRADY TO THE BALLS, BEFORE THE GAME! SO, WHO DO YOU THINK MIGHT HAVE MESSED WITH THE BALLS . . . DIDN'T SOUND TO ME, LIKE THE BOYS LIKE THE SUPERSTAR! I FEEL YOUR PAIN TOM! LOL!

Mini Taste of Chicago, Right Here in River City, Missoula Montana!

 

In the suumer of 1992, I was doing an internship with Americans United for Life, living downtown Chicago, and around the 4th of July, that year, I flew my four children, to the Windy City, for a week.  And one of the most fun experiences that they got, while roaming around the amazing architecture, museums, and art, was going to the annual Taste of Chicago.  Much like the politics of that town, you have almost every nationality represented, vying for power, thus is the situation with their food also . . . you have Asian, Islanders, German, Italian, French, blah, blah, blah . . . with tons of flavors, smells, and tantilizing treats, from customs and chefs, trained from all over the world, coming to America, and cooking for us Hillbillies!  LOL!  What a delight, and something for every palete.  My children, really loved the funnel cakes, along with the food I made them eat, giving them some nutritional value.  So, yesterday, while riding a bus, that waited for a few working men, making me, who cuts times to the minutes, hating to wait, missed dinner at the Poverello, which is always good, healthy and nutritious, but as we rounded the corner, on Scotty's roundabout, I noticed an unusual gathering of people, with tables set up, lines formed, and even a brick oven, cooking pizza on the streets.

Mexican

I asked some of the guys on the bus, if they had tried the food there . . . no, have you, are you going to?  Hell, yeah, right now.  So I jumped off the bus, and saw, people sitting near a funky teal colored trailer, the travelling vendor for Tia's Hot Tamales, with some strange looking monster, or bizarre face painted on the side, that had caught my eye before, but only when the place was closed.  And as I rounded the corner, enquiring if this was a line for the food, they said, no this is the line waiting to get our food!  I patiently walked to where the other vendors were, and noticed that people had pizza and these funny looking bun things, along with fresh squeezed lemonade, that I later found out and ordered, limemade . . . delicious!  And perfect for the cuisine that was being offered.  Having previously only seen the colorful trailer, and being a very loyal person, I decided that the sight that drew me to the eating bonanza, with a festival feel, would be where I would eat, but curious about what the other vendors had to offer, I walked over to check the rest of the delightful offerings out, and see what I would have next Tuesday, seeing these people are only serving on Tuesdays, in the neighborhood style eating fun . . . with kids, dogs, people sitting in the gutters, others, more civil, like me, sitting a card tables and folding chairs . . . just the type of laid back, fun, folksie atmosphere I like--it must be the professor in me!

Asian

I got some combo dinner from Tia's, pork tamale, salad, kind of like cold slaw, but with a Mexican slant to it, and some very yummy soup, with avocados, cucumbers, tomatoes, and kind of a tomato-ish base, all topped off with purple, pickled onions!  So, very tasty!  I chatted with the owner of Bao Chows, Hot Asian Buns, curious as to what these very nicely wrapped pastry things were, that reminded me of the tarts, they sell at the Utah Shakespearean Festival at the Green Show, with dance and song, prior to the nights plays . . . but, these are not sweet tarts, they are packed with veggies, meats, and other stuff.  I didn't try them, but I can't wait, until next Tuesday to try their offerings.  He referred me to his website, at missoulahaochow@gmail.com and said, that these folks, as do the rest of them, cater, are at most of the local festivals, and street fairs, so, you can catch them there, if you can't find time to go up, or forget that they serve at Scotty's roundabout, on Tuesday night.  The people eating and tasting his wares, seem so satisfied, that they didn't come up for air!  LOL!  And the drinks, were perfect for the hot summer nights, and blended well with the food from the other vendors, all working together, on that night, each week, the only lull in their schedules for the summer months. 

Italian

I was shocked to see that Clove Pizza even had a portable brick oven to cook the authentic home spun pizza in . . . fun, on the streets.  I only got to see the pizza through the plate of the other people at the mini-street festival, right there on the round about.  I don't think the cops, knew just what to make of the scene, because they kept driving by, checking it out, to make sure that there was nothing obscene going on, or out of the ordinary . . . no, officer, just a group of very hungry people, all pretty funky themselves, with funky youngsters in tow, trying out the new phenomena, right there on the streets, fun style, family style, and family and dog friendly!  I would imagine from the name of the pizza, and from the logo, that the couple use a lot of garlic in their cooking, which is totally good, wards off witches, and adds a ton of flavor to whatever it is you are cooking and eating, and I also read lately, that it is very healthy for you, as it seems all the vendors working together seem to be doing . . . fresh, good, healthy food offerings.  But unlike most places, you can buy one slice of pizza, for $3.50, which is great, because usually, I have to buy the whole damned pizza, to get one or two slices, so I like that idea.  I am not sure what the rest of the menu consists of, but, hey, Italians are known for their cooking . . . and the mob, might take them out, right there on the streets, if they trash the Italians!  LOL!  Good food, fun times, memories, even when eating all alone!  Try it out, check them all out, and have a backyard shindig, and impress your friends, with something other than hot dogs and hamburgers, which are always good, but, hey, try a little taste of Missoula!

Guard Your Identity With Your Life . . . No Kidding, Impossible to Get It Back Once Stolen!

I have mentioned the fact that all forms of my I.D., have been stolen, since coming to Montana, with the Mormon Mafia, speaking about the mob, following me up to this fair state, after stealing my multi-million dollar cases, house, truck, law practice, and on and on. But, originally, I escaped with my normal I.D., in tact, like driver's license, Utah State Bar photo I.D. which I requested, after seeing that during my 8 year hiatus from life, when I was suppose to die, that sister Shelley, had a copy of my Social Security Card, along with my original and also had a my actual driver's license, in her possession, without me knowing about it . . . my father had been taking care of my financial affairs, and I can assure you, he took care of a lot more than that!  But, I had two forms of photo I.D., my Social Security Card, after I got it back in my possession, from Shelley, in addition to my driver's license, and also had a copy of my Medicare Card, which I have never used a dime.  So, the DMV from Great Falls, kept my driver's license, either by order or by me, leaving it there . . . but, they should have had it in lost and found, when I came back to retrieve it, realizing that I had left it, being distracted, choosing a license plate that was color coded with my vehicle . . . in Utah, you have about two choices, plus custom plates, but in Montana, I swear, you have 200 choices . . . symbolic of the colorful nature of the people up here, with the limited choices, very symbolic of a predominant religion, and a monotheistic people, all alike, all walking in lockstep with each other . . . or you are considered an outcast and heathen! 

 

A few blogs ago, I wrote about going to the Fort Harrison Veteran's Hospital in Helena, for the 4th of July, two years ago, and it was during that trip, with Susan, that I left my purse at her house, sick of carrying it 24/7, and feeling safe for the first time since having my houses and vehicles taken, but failing to realize that I was leaving my purse with her new roommate, who had just told me that her husband had been arrested by the police, the night before, having asked for my help and advice, which I freely gave, like I always do; however, by the time I got back and noticed that my bar card, with my photo on it, that I had used, to catch planes and get through security at airports, and such, after my driver's license, was now missing, after having it in that same purse and pocket for years!  I still believe in the presumption of innocent until proven guilty, so I didn't accuse her, even though, she was the only person in the house while we were gone, and she had motive, if the cops had contacted her, to take it out of my purse, seeing that I was still very able to catch transportation and prove identity, going back and forth between Montana and Utah, about 25 times in the first two years I was up here.  Last summer, in August, while visiting my cousin, Edward in Las Vegas, at the same time as the Michael Brown, Ferguson protest over his death were heating up, I got my Social Security Card of what, 44 years, stolen, along with my Medicare Card . . . still being able to navigate the airlines, and other transportation that asked for official government documentation, to prove that you are, who you claim to be . . . that Medicare Card is not easy to get; therefore, it was more than sufficient, with my old Social  Security Card.

Starting Life From Scratch, For the Fourth Time . . . Screeaaaammmm!

At least on the other three occasions, I had all forms of my I.D., but not this time . . . and it has been hell on wheels!

So, a year ago, I attempted to get my birth certificate . . . remember, "they" took, my houses, my cars, my truck, and fucking, every drop of what was mine, all that I had, and that was a shit load, all my family pictures, all identifying material, that would let people know who I am, and totally erased that, and later stole all my I.D. . . . how can your sisters, who have been claiming they are you, be you, and had been since, 2000, all of the sudden, be proven to not be you?  Big time crime and it should be . . . but, not if the home care group includes all levels and flavors of cops, who were very glad to see you leave last time, when they thought the poisoning was permanent, and didn't want to deal with your ass again . . .so the fury, the venom, and the threat of exposing the first 10 years of I.D. theft, not of your average person, nor your average attorney, but one who had a resume to die for, kids to die for, and cases to die for this time, and all were against the government!  The Patriot Act was in full bloom, and they had to take me down to keep that supremacy and power over the people, even special 10th Circuit Court bar certificates, that I spent $200 just to frame, were taken, everything, stripped.  But it took them two years, realizing, they had, in fact, not stopped this determined, tough attorney, who was credible enough to squeak by on little to no, I.D. and still get to hearings, to clients, and across the country, without much more than a smile!

 

I tried to get a new Montana driver's license before my Utah license of 44 years expired . . . but every time I went to the DMV, you had to have an appointment, or they were magically, on the spur of the moment in training, or you had to have this or that . . . my hell, I have had this shit for 44 fucking years, can't you just call or get my record from Utah.  Hell, no, you double has taken that over!  We can send your record, but not your face!  What the fuck good is I.D. for if not to be used to identify the person with, are you getting the picture here, they had stolen my record, and put another person's or many other people's faces on multiple driver's licenses, all as me!  I called the courts, because the notary waiting to see my I.D. wanted photo I.D., the courts had the last two filings, or at least the ones I filed after, Shelley took over my e-filing account with the federal courts, making me drive to Salt Lake City, to file at the court, so I put my I.D. on, knowing full well, she had stole it before, and this gave her access to steal my cases, worth about $400 million dollars, with more at home and int other states!  Nice little pay off.  I knew that Kay Burningham, had used my driver's license back, in 2010, when I filed both the Brock securities case and the Cheek Iron County corruption case, because I looked up my record and someone in my repossessed Toyota Yaris, that didn't work even 24 hours after I got it . . .whoops, JoAnn is driving again, and has a car!  But, someone with brown hair and brown eyes, using my name and my old car, got two parking tickets at the Office of the Administration of the Courts . . . where I had never been!  I have a DUI on my driving record, from a cop telling me it was suspended . . . really for what, no tickets, not parking?  Suspension is most likely, Rachel, driving under the influence, not only of alcohol, but the power of my license, and jumping back on her own, as Rachel Southwick Hickey-Moosman, or whatever now!  I get all their shit on my record, and they get my pure record without shit ont it!  Nice trade, don't you think!

Note: game playing starting . . . NSA, Shelley, Kay hackers not liking the TRUTH!  The truth shall set you FREE!  Why don't you try it government hooker, and sex slaves!  Tragic!

The fuckers, are now controlling the center, bold, and margin, shit . . . anyway, so I can be an officer of the court, sworn officer of the court, commanding multi-million dollar lawsuits, and I have to get some fucking doctor, with a ink dried stamp and signature to prove that I am who I say I am?  Really and that doesn't leave that fucking Dr. Mark Foote, whom I hate, with a passion, who gave my sister, Shelley all my medical records, without my permission, and in violation of physician/patient laws, privacy, HIPPA laws, confidentiality laws, and I am to go to him and get his stamp, when he has already proven a liar, and in on this bull shit with Shelley and the mob, or the government?  Really . . . or go to the Butte Rescue Mission, where a doctor saw me for a cough, who might have actually given me poison?  And get her stamp as a ink dried signature?  With Shelley's fucking fat face all over this, with the cops, home care committee too, and staff personnel at the mission, being paid off, like the director, Rocky, who is perfect to use to fuck me over . . . she has assault charges for beating up her grand-daughter at Christmas . . . drop your charges to fuck Secrist!

When you sue the government . . . oh, they let me take bold off, finally, and they were not left me center the writing . . . but the government controls the vital statistics, and it is only by a year and half fluke, that I was lucky enough to get a birth certificate, authentic as it is, the clerk at Social Security would not take it, but they will take crooked, paid off doctors, hell I used to be over all the freaks in Utah, all 3,000 plus fucking doctors, and I need their signatures?  They are not officers of the court, or anything!  But, what good is a birth certificate, if you can't use it without a photo I.D. . . . it used to be, that was all you needed to get a driver's license, and now, you have to have a driver's license to get a birth certificate!  What a crock of shit . . . I can see if I were Hispanic that didn't speak English or another nationality, but really, you can't access, government sites, like Utah Driver's licenses?  When at the Butte Rescue Mission, they have a doctor come every Friday to see patients, and the gals in the office, had no problem, pulling up, not only my disability based on my Social Security Card, but they could plainly see, that I had never used a dime of Medicare insurance . . . now if some no, name nurse, in Butte, Montana, can pull up all that information on me, why in the hell can't, Social Security?  Really . . . fowl play.  This chick in Durango, black gal, got her stuff stolen, and she had it all within a hour!  So?  I could give them my amount of my disability check the times it posts even, the dates, of where my last address was, which was my son's, Elliot, last time I was at SS office, and the guy I talked to, who had taken the bar, but failed, we laughed and joked and I gave him ideas and hints on how to pass, was sitting right in the next booth, and the guy I was with lied, and said, no that is not him, well it looks like him, but I blew his shit show, and he knew it!  That guy, saw and probably copied all my I.D., driver's license, Social Security Card, and all!  So?  You tell me?  What the fuck is going on . . . paranoid, fuck NO!

 

This is a purposeful, control, conspiracy to keep my identity from me, keep all authenticating evidence of who I am and have been and there is no one that will do a fucking thing about it!  FBI, CIA, all on the Mormon Church's side, if I were President Obama, I would fire all of them, those fuckers, who are doing the Mo Church's bidding . . . this case is too political to touch and we all know, full well after fucking over 535 blogs, that Shelley is not me, she is not sitting her ass in homeless shelters, she has my good name, my money and she needs to have her ass fired and go straight to fucking hell . . .RIGHT IS RIGHT, AND WRONG IS WRONG!

Yes, The Federal Agencies are Going to Look Like the Shits They Are, The President of the Mo Church Might Go Down, As The Head of the CIA, FBI, NSA, and all agencies, who are Allegedly Covered, Under the Fucking Patriot Act . . . there is ONLY GOVERNMENT IMMUNITY for following Well Established Laws, Like the Constitution . . . And You have Not Given ME DUE PROCESS, nor EQUAL PROTECTION, NOR COMPENSATION FOR STEALING MY GOOD NAME AND Giving IT to SHIT SISTERS OR EX-FRIENDS!  There is NO IMMUNITY For BREAKING THE LAW!  AND LAW ENFORCEMENT IS BREAKING THE LAW, BIG TIME . . . MAN UP, DICK HEADS, GET IT RIGHT!

• Fucking guilty babies, NSA, Hackers with Permission, not allowing spell check, oh, poor babies . . . what a bunch of pansy ass, fuckers, without a moral bone in their fucking bodies . . . GOOD GOD, fuck these assholes!