Friday, June 26, 2015

BOOM CHICKA POP! THE DITCH & THE DELTA, ROCKS MUTINY INFORMATION CAFE' TONIGHT, DENVER! BEAT THE HEAT . . . ONE OF THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE FRIES! CEREMONIAL COPS? DITCHING CELL PHONE & COMPUTER--WHIPPING P.O.S.T.! THAT STANDS FOR PEACE OFFICERS' STANDARDS AND TRAINING! SPOOKS ON ME YESTERDAY, STOLE $20 FROM MY PURSE, WHILE HIKING RATTLESNAKE CANYON--STOLE NEW COLORFUL UMBRELLA, AT LAW SCHOOL, AFTER TYPING BLOG AT LAW SCHOOL! WHAT A BUNCH OF CLOWNS! STING OP AT POV. THIS MORNING--MY MORNING--LEFT AT 4:00 A.M., WITH U.S. MARSHAL LOOKING STUNDED, JUMPING THE GUN! LOL! RUN FOR THE LUCK OF IT! LOL! ALWAYS ERROR ON THE SIDE OF SAFETY! CONFEDERATE FLAGS COME DOWN--ABOUT TIME--BOX STORES NOT SELLING ANYMORE, SOUTH CAROLINA CAPITOL . . . CIVIL WAR OVER, CIVIL RIGHTS HERE TO STAY, LIKE IT OR NOT . . . U.S. SUPREME COURT JUST UPHELD TOOLS TO END DISCRIMINATION IN HOUSING! JUNE 17, FIRST BLACK FEMALE U.S. ATTORNEY GENERAL SWORN IN, THAT NIGHT 9 PEOPLE GUNNED DOWN IN CHURCH BY DYLANN STORM ROOT, INSPIRED BY WHITE SUPREMACISTS, LIKE GEORGE ZIMMERMAN, KKK, AND OTHER HATEMONGERS! MAKE IT A PROJECT TO GET TO KNOW A BLACK . . . I DIG THE HELL OUT OF THE ONES I KNOW! MORE IN COMMON THAN DIFFERENT! MOMS OF ANAL RETENTIVE, PERFECTIONIST SONS! LOL! LOCAL HAPPENINGS: (1) SHOW AND SHINE: GARDEN CITY RIVER ROD RUN, CARAS PARK, 5:00 P.M., FRIDAY, AND SATURDAY 11:00 A.M. TO 4:00 P.M., CRUISIN' PARADE ON HIGGINS AVE., LIVE ENTERTAINMENT BY ZOO CITY, AWARDS, ETC., MISSOULA, MT.--"SHOW & SHINE" IS NOT JUST TO SHOW OFF THE CAR, IT'S TO GET TO SEE THE REACTION FROM THE PEOPLE--CAR OWNERS PAY TO SHOW CARS--WE GET IN FREE--SO, COME SEE!; (2) PORTRAITS AT SOUTH TOWN MALL, RAISE AWARENESS OF MISSOULA CHILDREN WHO NEED FOSTER, ADOPTIVE FAMILIES . . . WE CAN DO THIS MISSOULA!; (3) SUNDAY EVENT A BENEFIT FOR NEPAL, MULTIMEDIA BENEFIT TO RAISE MONEY FOR SHELTER MATERIALS, MEDICAL SUPPLIES AND EDUCATIONAL RESOURCES NEEDED FOR RECONSTRUCTION--EVENT BEGINS 5:00 P.M. SHWOING OF THE "HIMALAYA," A 1999 FILM SHOT IN NEPAL DEPICTING A FAMILY RIVALRY ON ANCIENT CARAVAN ROUTES--IN RESPONSE TO APRIL 25 GORKHA EARTHQUAKE, ITS AFTER SHOCKS AND RELATED LANDSLIDES KILLED ALMOST 9,000 PEOPLE--CONTACT ADARA DEVELOPMENT, A NON-PROFIT INTERNATIONAL AID ORGANIZATION; AND (4) MONTANA MOVES TO REVEAL CORPORATE CAMPAIGN SPENDING--IN LIGHT OF THE U.S. SUPREME COURT RULING IN CITIZENS UNITED, MONTANA COMMISSIONER OF POLITICAL PRACTICES JONATHAN MOTL SAID, "THEY CAN SPEAK THEY CAN SPEN THEIR MONEY. THEY SIMPLY HAVE TO TELL MONTANANS HOW MUCH THEY'RE SPENDING, WHO THEY SPENT IT AGAINST OR FOR, WHEN THEY SPENT IT AND WHERE THEY GOT THAT MONEY FROM." NOW THAT'S TAKING THE BULL BY THE HORN, MONTANA! MONTANA IS AMONG THE FIRST STATES TO REQUIRE THAT LEVEL OF DISCLOSURE, AND OTHER STATES ARE WATCHING, TO SEE WHAT EFFECT IT WILL HAVE! NO DARK MONEY! TRANSPARENCY PLEASE!

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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