Connected to Wrigley's Back Room, 4:15 A.M. . . . Computer Turned RED, Shut Down Completely, Warning Light on Sedan, Sheriff, Cop, Come Right to Wrigley's, But Due to Computer Shut Down . . . I Was GONE! LUCKILY! Now Computer All Fucked Up!
You have to get up pretty early, to fool me, catch me, or take over my computer . . . in frustration, the NSA, just fries them, every once in a while; however, there are always, the libraries, colleges, and other free computers, with better security systems, firewalls, and virus detectors, than my little $200 acer computer! So good luck, never ending supply of computers, resources, wireless wi-fi, and what not, so just give up frying this one! I am going to show you how fucked up these fucking NSA, or cyber spies are, and what they have been doing recently to me . . . okay, so like I said in the earlier blogs, that my clock on my computer, kept changing, and being the techo-retard that I am, I figured it was connected to the time I posted my blog; however, I was not sure how to rectify the problem; therefore, I had to just live with it, until I bumbled onto the place in the computer control rooms, and just happened upon the solution. But, at first I thought the time issues, were Kay, living in Santa Barbara, or at least that is what the Utah State Bar Association, has for her address and location . . . now don't put those butt fuckers, at the bar, above being bribed, to say she, one of my doubles, probably the main one working at the FBI, as these assholes, boss, getting through the door, about 8 or so years ago, using MY RESUME, which can get anyone in any door, except ME! Not LOL!
I have tried to change the settings on the side of my blog, but I have not been able to keep them set right, but, now I figured out why . . . I don't get to control the computer, "I", bought, not the time, not the location, and this morning all the shit on my computer had changed, since being blanked out, after turning RED, right after the surveillance helicopter, so planes and helicopter . . . those asset forfeiture drug raids, get the cops the sweet stuff!, these secret planes and helicopters . . . just had a typo, in the middle of helicopter, and wrote "pot", revealing the sources of the flying NSA vehicle! I was however, able to change the time I see all the time, hopefully fucking them up, since, there was a check, that could be removed, and when I realized that my computer was set to Central Time, in Chicago, the other day, while I was in Grand Junction, sitting at McDonald's on North Avenue, noting that there was a place to check that the time would change, according to MY LOCATION! So, it was not being controlled by ME, it was being controlled by someone, pretending to be me; however, while I was in actual control of this computer, they were in control of the time on my computer! And I am proud to announce, that I took the time to figure it out, and change it to the time of my location, the blog, is still, posting according to Pacific location, or one hour later, which puts it Pacific Time, somewhere in the fuck in California . . . remember, I have no car, no I.D. which limits any air travel, those fucking TSA, travel cops, with dirty minds, watching you walk through the body scanners, getting their rocks off . . . not shades of GREY stuff . . . shades of perverts and pediophils! Not LOL, either!
LAST Time I Had, Computer Shades of RED, Writing a Love Letter To FBI Husband . . . The One MARRIED to Me, But in Kay's Body!
Don't hate me because I am beautiful . . . he isn't any more--check out sour faced, Brett, standing inches talker than anyone else, with the Mohawk hair do, in God's Revolver, concert, playing, Scratch Dealt Me a Dirty Hand . . . dirt is Brett and new mama, Kay aka JoAnn . . . Brett would never divorce me, because he wanted my resume, education, credentials, kids, son's band, cases and anything I would do, and think he could lay claim to them through, Kay, whom he had the connections, family, church, bar, and bribed clients, friends, and new lovers, or they got murdered--26 on the short list! I am sure the Mohawk, was to be undercover, what, a, at least 4 years after I canned his sorry ugly ass! So, what the fuck is he doing, with the wrong hair do, for blending in . . . that is punk rock, dip shit, not western rock/hard rock!
That was a favorite statement of Brett's, and at the time, I thought he was handsome, and for the first year and a half we were together, out on his families, 23 acres, in Mt. Sterling, Utah, I was actually, happy, even walking behind him, and just watching his body move! And I was in love with him, that is until I was invited to Kay's fiance's house, Bruce Bugby, a biology professors, probably one of Shelley's and perhaps Brett's, because after I left him and was hanging out at Shelley's house in Logan, a Utah State Alumni Magazine, I was a Brett Todd Stuart, his full name, as an animal biology major!, back in about 2005, so Kay has been me for 10 years, and Shelley, also a biology major, and me for 15 years, and in addition, you get, six in one of Me, counting the other 4 chicks, that masquarade as ME!
But, after not touching a computer for about 9 years, I was on a computer at Dixie State College at the time, now, allegedly a University, growing pains, but, about a year and a half after I left, Brett, and hadn't thought of him for that full time, I went to a daughters of the Utah Pioneers meeting, and a lady brought old fashioned Valentine's Day cards . . . and for those of you who might be checking evidence and facts, check out my membership, from back in the day . . . but, the provider of the cards, told us to send the card to someone who would not be expecting it, and so, for some reason, that brought Brett to mind, and at that time, even a long time later, I still loved him, or came to realize that, after writing the letter.
So, the college, due to me giving two free seminars at the college, would let me use the computer lab, like it was my private office . . . the power of service, with one presentation on a Valentine's Day Special, I think I gave it on the 12th of Febrary, facts, facts, facts, on domestic violence, dating violence and polygamy, and also, I taught, Survival Grammar, to a bunch of students, and faculty, which was recorded, and I believe dubbed over with Rachel, computerized as me . . . I was too fat, you see for the Mo's, and someone at that time was using my name, birth date, and social security number, with a printing account at the college and enrolled! Baby JoAnns in training!
Always the Romantic, Looking for Lancelot--Now Replaced--But With 57 Screens Open With Eyes on My Letter! Then a Shut Down, RED Background with a Black Pulsating Keyboard!
This is only the SECOND time that I have seen the totally RED screen! The other time, other than this morning, after the surveillance helicopter flew over me to get my 40 or location, like I said, the screen went RED, and then a battery showed up, and then the whole computer went black! Out of juice, maybe, but I have had these assholes, even while I have been plugged in, drain my electricity, forcing me off my blog! So was it out or not? But, fortuitously, with that shut down, I thought, maybe a God thing, and best decided to pack up my shit, not even mess around with it, and get the fuck out of there. And I did . . . but back to the story at hand. I was writing Brett, and I had writting about a paragraph, a love letter, a rememberence of sweet times, good time, loving times, and all of the sudden, the cursor, went slamminng down to the bottom of the computer screen, which sent my eye, down to the lower part of the screen, almot undetectable, I could see, numbers in about 3 point font, going rapidly from 1 to 57!
The computer would not let me continue to write . . . so I got the college IT tech, and he came over, looked at my screen, and said . . . Do you have a TARGET ON YOUR HEAD? At the time, I didn't think so, but, that would indicate, what Brett was! I think it was all his buddies, who knew of me, legned in my own time, seriously, it's not bragging if you really did what you are known for, or they know you for . . . the cop world! I had a history, before, I was taken out of commission for the 8 years before this time! Asset forfeiture, taking out fraud units, and such, blah, blah, blah, all in this blog previously. But, in retrospect, I am one of the most dangerous, left overs from the pre-Patriot Act era, when, as it should, never replaced, the Constitution ruled! And will and is, getting its supremacy back, thanks to several of my civil rights cases! Really, the good cops, prosecutors and judges, probably love me, for what I am doing, cleaning up their professions, and taking out the bad apples, and putting them back in the esteem of the public, albeit, maybe a bit brutally, but, hey, they haven't handled me with kit gloves either! LOL! All in a days and many nights, work!
Wicked Attraction: The Madness of Two! Kay and Brett
Kay, is not stupid, she scoped me out in fucking, 7th grade, a class officer, student of the month, Valentine's Queen, etc., and very popular, and thought to herself, being from the wrong side of the tracks, living with a single mother, and looking like the little poor waif, that she needed to hang with me. I think, that, was a deadly or fatal attraction of the same sex . . . but not sexual! Both she and Brett, are of the same ilk, and would put a rabbit, in a boiling pot of soup, for me to find! I think Brett was pay back for me, stealing Greg Erickson, from her, with her thinking, that while I was the one who got her the job, by going out on a date with Greg, making this solo practitioner lawyer, beholden to Kay for setting him up with, what he refered to as his soul mate. I remember, Greg trying to get me to come see his 10,000 square foot home, on the foothills of North Salt Lake, Eagle's Landing, even showing me the bank accessment, of over a million dollars . . . which I had not interest in, for at least three months, and that really didn't matter to me, but I remember Kay, stating, as if I was in some type of competition with her, that I would be richer than her! She has been in a competition with me, her whole fucking life, since 7th grade, and she is not a pimple on the ass of the universe to me, unless, I am stopped in what I am doing, or have my computer fucked up, because she is claiming to do my cases, blog, children! Shelley too . . . had these women, any sense of respect and love for themselves, they would have protected their names, so they didn't have to fight so fucking hard to be me . . . with a spotless record and name!
Brett, on the other hand, Mr. Don't hate me because I am beautiful, had an ego, that was too large, for your average attorney, Kay, and so he thought, he could have his cake and eat it too, blending two women, or rather 6 women, into one, ME, hoping to make up for their deficites and make me feel bad . . . these fucking feds, with egos, not quit as large as mine, but big, nonetheless, when I reject them and they don't get a shot at the Queen . . . since they are tyring to use the British system, in this Game of Thrones, that I don't give a rat's ass about, but if I reject their initial attempts at having me, they turn into a frothing and furious foe, and they join the club of, I hate JoAnn, cops, and go after me, relishing in using the sista club, and average attorney club, trying to elevate them above me! It doesn't work, because I know these women's histories . . . while Kay had two boyfriends in high school, at one time, I had 8, after me and a friend decided to have a competition, and see how many guys were could date from different schools . . . after hitting 8, and deciding my super athlete boyfriend, Larry Wall, was better by far than all of them, I dropped the competition, having won it anyway!
High School Dating Patterns
At one time, as a sophmore, I was dating three guys, one a sophmore, another a junior, and the last a senior, and showed up at a dance, thinking that none of them knew each other, being from different grades . . . always dated guys from other schools, so I didn't get bugged, having to walk to class, or look good, if I didn't want to! LOL! Once I had a boyfriend, for about a day at Bountiful High, and ditched him, because he showed up at my locker, and tried to walk me to my next class, and I didn't like the pressure of dealing with him . . . better, keep them at a distance, and go see them, when I looked my best, occasionally, and when I wanted to see them . . . you want one, but only when you want one! LOL! Not on their time or schedule, but taking life on my own terms! LOL! Haven't changed much!
My mother used to teach her 6 daughters not to have a steady boyfriend, until she dealt with me in high school . . . double booking, steady, and new guy, same night, getting a friend to stand in as me, for the new guy, and training my younger brother and sister, Jared and Tiff, who were basically toddlers, to say goodbye to Lynn, who was me, with my new guy, as I slipped out with steady, Larry Wall . . . who asked me who that was, referring to the guy who was driving up, and I said, Oh, that is my other date . . . let's get out of here! LOL!
My parents, after having to entertain guys I stood up, strongly changed their opinion and tactics, and told younger sibliings, not necessarily to only go with one guy, but sure as hell, didn't discourage it! Maybe that is where the feds and cops got the idea for the double! LOL! Or perhaps, Shelley and Rachel, always in my shadow, remember those days . . . boys, boys, boys . . . every bit, the female equivalent for the girls, girls, girls, syndrom of the feds, cops, and their counterparts, in the criminal and civil justice system . . . don't like a female, wanting more than one male! LOL! Easy for someone who has the personality profile of a hooker, but for the religioius training . . . tests and professionals say, after testing me, plus having a bigger ego, than any male they had ever tested, on personality tests! LOL! Anything a man can do, I CAN DO BETTER!
Even Fat, They, Men, Still Like Me . . . Always Have, Always Will! LOL!
I think the thing that pisses these fuckers off, is I don't care if they leave me, because, I have never had a shortage of men, and even have more now that I am seasoned so to say . . . I just get better with age, more experience, smarter, cooler, more informed on what it takes to trap a man, and the patience to do it! LOL! And, as I have said, I am kind of into the catch and release program, you know, get your limit of fish, and then throw the extras back! Or throw them all back! LOL! I have been rockin' the singles world for almost 25 years now, and not bothered by my status at all! In fact, once while I was in law school, my ex-husband, Zeke as I called him, or Richard, as known by the world, legal and all, started dating all my high school friends, which I thought was a low blow . . . sisters are worse, however, going after the ones who will hurt me the worst! LOL!
They want me to know who it is that they are with, just like they, the MIB, want me to know when they compromise my house, my work, my documents, and now my friends . . . everyone who has talked to me, at length, since coming to the Homeward Bound Shelter, has had their computers, emails, and phones, compromised! They don't want me to have friends, associates, or anyone who can help me . . . like a chick who is getting legal advice from me on a landlord tenant problem, wants me to go to court with her Monday, was suppose to be the 19th . . . probably got the sheriff's bailiffs, wired to arrest me, or serve me, whatever bull shit they come up with, or just try to intimidate me, but she just bought me a Diet Coke, so I didn't get thrown out of McDonald's at Walmart, because, doing my blog, I loiter, for about 2 to 3 hours, plus helping her with legal issues, which took about an hour!
Back the high school friends . . . Merlyn Smith, her maiden name, was dating my ex-husband, and one Saturday, I was over at his house, helping my kids, clean, get laundery done, and what not, and Merlyn comes walking in with Zeke or Richard! What the hell, but she sat down, very cool, for not seeing her for about 17 years, and she looked great, I looked like shit, so a bit, uncomfortable, but she told my daughters, Yeah in high school, your mom got all the guys, and we all got the left overs . . . she paused for a moment, and said . . . nothings changed much! We both laughed, since she was with my ex! LOL! I know the women, they are calling the hottest shit in the world, and I can kick the shit out of them in every area, except thin! Hop to it . . . there is a sign on the bus shelters, here in Grand Junction, and there is a ballerina, Kay, doing a pliette over 5 cows out in a field . . . I started laughing when I saw it, yes, Kay is a dancer, and has been since about a toddler, and she is thin, but . . . and there is a truck with the words, Today's Image . . . or something like that, implying, we need to look at today's image . . . Kay appears to me, frail, old, thin, has male pattern baldness, and shakes, like she has Parkinson's Disease! I am sure she is loved, beyond words, but for MY LIFE! Her's has been nothing to scream about! So, know your heart . . . you might be surprised! There is an army supporting her, even when they know she is not, whom she claims to be, ME! Whatever . . .
Brett, Kay, Shelley, My Dad, Rachel, Sue, Tiff . . .
Are psychopaths, liars, borderline, personality disorder, and suffer from narcissistic personality disorder and grandeos dilusions . . . and they're fame, fortune, abilities, alleged credentials, accollades, honors and awards are all dependent on, stealing either my son's music, thus getting a shit load of money, or stealing my blog, getting another shit load of money! Like I said a blog or two ago, Brett, Allan aka Frank, Tony, Jack or John, Michael, and whoever in the shit, they have sent to me, all represent, and hopefully, the local guy named this, will forgive me, but it strikes me as a very funny name . . . Sid Squirrell, and all the gals, are Betty Boop, to me, and Kay looks like the cartoon, so far from the chiselled looks, of my family, it is almost comical, that anyone could think that two, dark haired, brown eyed, flat faced, people, like Kay and Brett, could comingle, and end up with, my blonde, light brown or red haired, blue eyed, Greta's are going more hazel like her father's eyes, kids.
Now, Shelley's son, Isaac, the first, fake band member, to be Elliot, until their album came out, could pass for Brett and Kay's kid . . . my Intel, tells me, the boy, was probably back in D.C. being preped and prepared to be either an agent, or having taken Elliot's place, at the Berkeley School of Music, in Boston, with the mob . . . Mormons, Mafia and MIB, taking all my money from my cases, so I couldn't pay for Elliot's education, in Boston, which would have been easy, substituted, Isaac, with Susan Schmidt's, Mormon connections, from church members, working at the prestigious music school, getting Isaac, more prepared, the lazy ass musician he is, to go on tour, with signs as of yesterday of another STEAL of the music, by Kay/Brett and crew, going on, just days before the June 18th, kick off, of the new, CD, WE RUST, in Salt Lake City, Utah, then to Denver and other locations in Colorado . . . hook up points from the last tour of the Alamo, out of allegedly Texas where Allan or Frank was from?
This Mormon OP, goes wide, deep, and worldwide . . . an on the heels of the blast off date with great reviews, and many booked concerts, the steal is taking shape, as is the worldwide marketing of The Ditch and the Delta, with new CD, and more $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ for the MOB, as WE RUST comes out! And going full circle, back to where God's Revolver started, with LITTLE BLACK HORSE CD, and a nationwide tour, that was sabatogued, when the MOB found out that El's real band, was getting great reviews and planning a tour, like NOW, they stopped the whole real band, and fostered the fake band, as is the case with me . . . FOSTER THE CRIMINALS, TRASH the real!
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