PAIN KILLER . . . True Detective . . . We Get the World We Deserve!
I know I said that this blog was ending, until I picked it up in the fall, to cover politics; however, each time I go to quit, the cops rally, and turn up the heat, on me; therefore, cutting off their noses to spite their faces. And yesterday was not exception, nor was the night before. I had mentioned that I saw, who, I thought was a former clients, and one of the plaintiffs on my $56.7 million case, against Iron County corruption, from the Narcotics Task Force, to the County Attorney, all mentioned and named defendants, among others. I remember talking to Shane Michael Clark, named plaintiff, along with Haylee Cheeks, and Travis Braun, all local Cedar City, Utah kids, taking on the cops, justice and the American way on their own, until I met them, and took up the sword of justice for them, and got fucked by both the government and my own clients. And that was only reinforced to me, the other night on the bus, that, even former clients, you saved from long term incarceration, where not immune from the mob influence and offerings, seeing that the criminal and civil legal systems, were already corrupted with Mormons and Mobsters, a popular movie name also . . . but I remember, meeting with Shane, and he told me, that his neighbor, whom he was really close to was a mobster. At the time, I didn't think much of it, and blew if off, because, I had mob related and influenced family members myself, like my sister Shelley, who worked in the securities area for the mob, and my father, who acted like an old gangster, and is now a God Father, in this new version of the American Mobster, under the guise of the Mormon Church.
When this Shane like character, got on the bus, some guy asked him what his name was, and he said, Clark, so another heads up, a connected name. The connection between my father and Shane's grandfather, one of the God Father's of Cedar City, a rich old rancher, farmer, and old school, Mormon settler, the common ancestors had gone to school together and grown up in Cedar City, together. When the lawsuit against the county, city, cops, judges, attorney, and Division of Child and Family Services, was filed, it rocked that part of Utah, with the common ancestors, and my father was called into action, as I am sure, Shane's grandfather was . . . to get a handle on their children and grandchildren and take care of this lawsuit, that was going to bankrupt the city and county, and trash the name of their fair city, county, state, and the Mormon Church! The case filed in the U.S. federal district court, against the city, was wrestled away from me, in some part, by the parents of my own clients, strong arming their children, to get on board. Haylee Cheeks was already in jail, and looking at prison, so she was a non-entity, but her parents, Dennis and Misty Cheeks, who hooked up with Shelley, while I was off practicing law in five fucking states, and no time, jumped right into make the cool deals with my clients! And I am talking deals, two houses, paid for in cash in Las Vegas for two realtors, who are now, new parents, having allegedly adopted Haylee's two children? Nice!
Inducted into the Rank and File of Law Enforcement
Now, I believe that this is the way it worked the other night on the bus, with either Shane, whom I believe is dead, or at least if he joined the cops, he is dead to me . . . but, what appeared to happen, is that all of the sudden, out of the blue, I was being bumped off the case, the civil rights case, that is not like other lawsuits, not like a criminal case, where you can just switch and change attorneys, if the one isn't doing the job right . . . civil rights cases, are highly specialized and not many can do them, or understand them, in their complexity, and scope, not to mention who your defendants are, generally, the government, or an entity connected to the government, or those arms acting as part of the government, so opposing enemies, with all the connections, money, and resources to bury a solo practitioner. So, what happened, is, the Cheeks got their houses, and since they were the prime payers of legal expenses for the civil right case, they figured, they could offset, Haylee's criminal case, by giving Kelly Ann Booth, a cut of my proceeds, on the civil case, and Kelly would get trained in this type of law . . . I didn't need her, didn't want her, and didn't like her, and don't like the Mormon Church and the games they play politically, through power, control and influence, so the Cheeks were stepping on a legal diva's toes, and bringing a scrub in the law, to be what they called, a little JoAnn!
Kelly was playing the Mormon game . . . and asked me if I knew the Judge Ted Stewart? What the fuck does that have to do with it? I should have known, that it had everything to do with the case, with Iron County, and the state of Utah, Silly ME, I believed in the legal system, laws, constitutions, precedence, rights and liberties, plus cop, attorney, agency accountability to the laws that dictate their actions! When I put Kelly down in no uncertain terms, the politics started, and Misty and Dennis, who controlled the purse strings, started to lobby Travis, and Shane, both independent of their parents, unlike Haylee, who was out of the picture by now, and I am not sure, that was not money driven, getting $1900 per month for taking two kids, their grand kids and now adopted kids? The going rate is about $450 per month per kid, not $950 per month. Nice little money laundering and retirement for those two new homes. At the time, the Cheeks are going to take a legal unknown and replace the number two civil rights attorney in the nation?
Makes sense to a complete dumb ass . . . but, when you got the system wired, who cares, right? I could tell that Shane did, and we, while in different generations, had an attraction, for each other, but couldn't act on it, and wouldn't have, regardless . . . he was my son's age, but none the same, Kelly Ann Booth looked like a fool in court, regardless of her connections, because, the opposing counsel, Sutter Axland, ripped her and the judge a new one for allowing, this dumb bitch access or even time in the court, having not been a member of the federal bar, nor being timely trying to present an amended complaint, that had her logo on it, and the Mo Church's influence! After court, when Misty and Dennis, like two fucking rats, abandoning ship, and jumping in the ocean, after I shined in court, brilliant was my doctor cousin's response, who showed up for court that day, to my surprise, and Kelly acting like a side freak show, in the court that day, and never should have been allowed on word, having not been a member of that bar! After court, I saw Shane outside, and introduced him to my cousin, and Shane could not look me in the eye, so I knew, he was being strong armed into this bull shit, mutiny and take over a case that was now, nationwide famous . . . but, hey, with the Mormon mafia, what does credibility and legal prowess mean, when you have the mob?
But, after, that, in Shane's criminal case, which had been settled, sentences rendered, and fines, community service all done . . . out of the blue, Shane was to go back to jail? What? I turned over sentencing to Bryan Adamson, the fuck up from hell, but let bygones be bygones, and gave that part of the case away, because, I had to that point, never done a sentencing hearing . . . I didn't want any of these cases, the clients, wanted me, so, having an emotional thing for Shane, and with him, likewise, I never told him why I got off that part of the case, but I was afraid, that I wouldn't do him right, and he would pay for my inexperience, as a trial attorney, at that point . . . hot cases, right off the bat, big name, but still bumbling my way through the system to that point . . . I think Shane, not knowing my reasoning, was very hurt, felt abandoned, and took up with the cops! That re-incarceration, and teaming with the cops, was one more hit against that bitch Secrist! Shane's hurt, most likely bought their bull shit, and hadn't Judge Westfall, another fuck up, that lied and said that Shelley was me, after running me out of the state and trying to kill me . . . with me fighting for Shane, Haylee and Travis, long after the money from the Cheeks dried up . . . 8 briefs in one weekend? No pay, putting gas in my truck from the Cheeks, lawn mower? I fought, and you can see on the docket, for at least another year without a dime in pay! A rare breed of attorney, licensed to serve!
The other night, with Shane or his look-a-like, I think the real Shane was dead a long time ago, a double came to Parowan, so that had to be 3 years ago at least, showed up to the Parowan Cafe, where I generally went to breakfast, and this guy who was like huge, as Haylee told me, Shane was when he played football and was recruited for the Nebraska Corn Huskers, probably went on a Mormon mission, because he told me, they wouldn't wait for me . . . didn't go into details! But he looked so much like Shane, only bigger, as this one on the bus, looked smaller, but in both cases, I wondered Shane? But, I had gone to spy on Shane, once after the criminal case was done, and I relinquished, Shane and Haylee to Kelly, but still had Travis, the main player in the civil rights suit and most injured, but, Shane was part of the reason, personal, over practice, but, I saw him working in eastern Utah, when I was meeting a client, to get paid, who lived in Grand Junction . . . we never talked, Shane was shy, once he didn't have an inch of protective glass between us. But, I saw him and he knew my truck. But after I discovered that Allan, whom by then, I figured was dead, and had the government agent, Interpol, Frank or Alan Dulles, living with me, a sham marriage, because I thought I married the real man, client, but was married to a fake, making the marriage a sham, and null and void, so Shane, was an option now. Still totally, impractical, but hey, we don't chose who we love.
I Warned Shane, He Could Be Killed, Watch Out, Government Double!
But, around Christmas, after Frank/Alan had killed the young girl at the Parowan Church grounds, and I saw, knowing this guy was not to be taken lightly, and I worried about Shane's safety, I drove past his house, which I did whenever I was in Cedar City, comfort, I guess, but I saw a girl dancing in the living room, and two unfamiliar cars, in Shane's driveway. So, at about midnight, I called Shane, to see where he was . . . he was laying brick on a job in Wyoming! What the fuck, there is a someone in your house! I don't think Shane got the message, and he was sleepy, but he said he would be careful. From that point on, there were cops, sheriffs guarding Shane's house, and once, I thought, that I saw Shane in a sheriff's SUV! He was driving just like Shane, intense and with his arms over the steering wheel, so? But, one night, after being in Montana for a while, I dropped some art work with cowboy/cowgirl, in the open window of his truck . . . all of the sudden, I heard, Who are you, and what are you doing? It scared the shit out of me, and I just walked over to my car and got in and drove away . . . he was following me! What the hell, and I watched him from a block below, where he, whomever he was, didn't strike me as Shane, and I would think that Shane would know me, or at least say, JoAnn? This guy, ran for his keys to his car, and went to block the only outlet to the subdivision, but I was ducked down in the next street down, watching what didn't appear to be Shane, but looked a lot like him?
Shane, in real, my client, who believe me, I looked at, was about right in the middle of these two look-a-likes, the guy on the bus and the monster Shane, that chased me . . . this guy had the same voice, but he was about half the size of the Shane I remember in jail, and who hugged me, the day he got out, and had his shirt, stretched across his amazing physique! Shades of grey here ladies, I used to take my own clothes of in bed in heat, over him, just seeing him in jail . . .but it was not just about the body, Shane seemed to be one of the guys, who, while young, grew out of the body thing with women, married to at least to hot young ones, who cheated on him, and one set him up, probably after fucking the county attorney, old bishop, and now a defendant in our lawsuit . . . that was early 2010, and this had to be 2012, that I drove past his house and someone chased me down, acting like they were going to kill me . . . but after that one night I saw Shane jogging, and he looked smaller? But, anyway, there seemed to be a scheme, with the buses . . . I am sure my doubles, were surprised to know, that after 12 hours of heat on my ass, helicopter to boot, that I took off and went first to Parowan, to catch a bus to Montana, through Salt Lake, generally going through Denver and up, so suspicious right off the bat . . . Shane's twin, got on in Green River Utah, allegedly having got on the wrong bus, with both going to his destination, with his stuff on this bus, and now, at Green River, being united with his stuff on the bus I was on! Maybe they didn't know which bus I was going on, so they hedged their bets, and they lost! But, Shane had mob connections, I don't think the real Shane, would have thrown me under the bus for the mob, even his mother, but, a double would have . . . and like I said, there was this surprise, March, 2011, if think, 3 month left over jail sentence? P.O.S.T. Training? Cop training in Salt Lake? I later saw whom I thought was Shane, in a sheriff's SUV? He looks like a cop, would now do the cops bidding regardless, or he was used as an identifier for the hit man, black dude I gave the computer to!
Mob Connections, Mob, Mob, Mob! I Am the Ice Man
My Intel man, God, is calling me to church . . . and telling me to mov . . . each time I tried to write "mob" it came out, "mov" or "move" and I am humble to God, he is always right! I have perfect faith in God, perfect faith in my skills, and perfect faith that the cops will fuck their side up, so it is up to me, to save me! LOL! But, just a few points, just in case someone is actually helping me and needs some info, the Mormons settled Las Vegas, then the mob came in the 1920's, and Mormons and Mobsters, intermarried back then, and integrated systems. And again, later, when more and more, FBI agents were Mormon, when a mobster would change sides, the Mo FBI would put them in the witness protection program, in UTAH . . . who would look for them in Mormon Utah . . . NOBODY . . . and that is why they did, the mob influence is heavy and think in Utah! When I worked for the state of Utah, in 1994, while I was pregnant, first married, and hubby was a student at the U of U, there was a joke in Social Service Division, with, Mr, Crouch, my boss and others, that they would see the Mob Wives, down collecting food stamps and welfare checks, wearing leopard skins and diamonds!
After Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart, connected to Judge Ted Stewart, who fucked me on the Cheek case, related, probably? But, right after we got married, we went to Hastings Book Store one night to check out a movie, and the clerk stopped Brett, and said that he had the movie, I Married an Axe Murderer, still checked out, and needed to return it, before he could check out this new movie. Brett was pissed and insisted he returned it . . . but my little symbolic mind, started to turn, and I wondered if this was some sign, that the locals knew, this dude was bad news and was trying to protect me . . . Brett got a new account, but the seeds were planted. On the way home, I saw another movie, I Married the Mob, and one night, Brett and I stopped to get food, and Brett was across from me, and on the back of the newspaper, was something about the Ice Man Cometh . . . one of the most notorious serial killer's name! When we got to Shelley's house, after, I asked her what she was reading, and she said, about the serial killer, the Ice Man, who had allegedly killed over 200 people and even did contract work for the FBI!
When I first met Brett, he told me about some killer, who murdered prostitutes and run-a-ways, up around the Oregon area, and he seemed to have personal knowledge, and a fascination with this guy! He picked up and me, and he begged me not to leave the first night, he was handsome, and I was dying, so, okay . . . but, at one point, I think that first night, or shortly thereafter, he was on top of me, and looked down and said, I like you . . . and there seemed to be some type of pardon, in that statement, like, I am going to keep you for awhile! LOL! I would bet he loves me to this day . . . but, after leaving him, he wanted to destroy me, as do these other cop and mafia types, who look at women as sex slaves! Another time, after Shelley mentioned something about the Ice Man, me and Brett were sitting out in Mount Sterling, the perfect hide out for a serial killer, 23 acres, tons of sheds, looking abandoned, and hills all around, nobody would hear you if you screamed, but Brett turned to me, and said, I am the Ice Man . . . No you are not! Later that night, me and Brett walked up on the neighbors, horse property, to watch the fireworks, and by this time, I was a friend of the four horses, next door, and they would run, as Brett would cut alphafa for me to feed them, usually most days . . . but, Brett was ahead of me on the trail, up on the hills above Mt. Sterling, and after Brett started down the hill . . . all four horses, blocked me in a square with their heads! They would not let me out, and I was afraid to walk between their legs, finally Brett came and had to force the horses to break their protective ring from around me, and let me go! They say, that animals can pick up on a personals persona . . . was Brett, warning me, with his Ice Man statement, and were the horses protecting me from him, feeling his intentions?
I started to hide a kitchen knife under the mattress on my side of the bed . . . Brett found it, and said, do you seriously think you could do anything against me if I wanted to harm you? I am jumping back to when we first met, and after he told me about this serial killer, he said, was much like Ted Bundy, the charming law student, one of the biggest serial killers, and with Brett, Mr. Charming too, he took me on a hike, that first morning, up to a road that was used by gas and power workers, but there were warning signs all over the place, and I wondered as we hiked higher and higher, if there were woman's bodies buried up here? Was he the serial killer? But, we went up, made love on the top of the mountain, covered with sunflowers, and returned to the shack, he was turning from a horse shed to a straw bale house . . . and I was unharmed! I am a risk taker for sure. But shortly after that, Brett and I were doing laundry, and some guy had a shirt that said, Warning Pipeline! What? Maybe, Brett, was in a new class of crimes now, and when he met Shelley and Kay, and I am sure he fucked both of them, he got into white collar crime. I legitimized him and introduced him to my family, my friends, and he was given a new life, so to say off the farm!
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