Friday, July 31, 2015

SLASHED SWIMMING SUIT, SUSPICIOUS ARREST AT POV., NEEDLES IN SHOE TIES! THE HORSE IN THE BED? MOB SHIT? JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL! CALLING IN A FAVOR--DEFENDED HELL'S ANGEL LEADER, SONNY BARGER'S GRANDSON, AND VOGO BIKER HUSBAND--LAUGHLIN, NEVEDA BIKERS WANTED ME TO DEFEND ONE OF THE GUYS ARRESTED IN FIGHT BETWEEN MOGOLS AND VOGO BIKER DUDES, TOP TEN MOST DANGEROUS BIKER CLUBS! JUST LEFT, MISSOULA MCDONALD'S, EATING BREAKFAST, COP COMES STORMING IN, AS ME AND A FRIEND WERE LEAVING . . . DON'T WANT ANY WITNESSES! SLOWED HIS ASS DOWN, DIFFERENT CROWD THIS MORNING, NOT MCDRAMA CLUB! LIVING IN A RAT'S NEST, SEVERAL ALLEGED HOMELESS GUYS, SCOUTING MCD'S FOR COPS, ROGUES, SHELLEY'S FUCKIN' MO CREW OF INSIDERS . . . AQUA PRODUCTION COMPANY! THESE DIP SHITS PLAY FOR THE CAMERAS, NOT FOR THE LAW, BUT TO IMPRESS THEIR FELLOW DUMB ASSES, WHO ARE WATCHING THE LATEST, LAME ASS GAME SHIT . . . RATHER THAN JUST DOING IT THE AMERICAN WAY, THEY ARE PLAYING FOR THE TV SERIES, "COPS" OR "FBI FILES" WITH THIS DANGEROUS CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK . . . THE ONLY ONE ACTUALLY FOLLOWING THE LAW . . . THE LAW, IS THE LAW, IS THE LAW! GO FIGURE, AND THESE GUYS ARE ACTUALLY CONSIDERED, LAW ENFORCEMENT? COULD HAVE FOOLED ME, THEY ARE PART OF THE MORMON MONEY MAKING MACHINE . . . MY FAMILY MAKES IT, THEY TAKE IT! WHAT FUCKIN' DUMB ASSES . . . CALLING ALL MEMBERS OF THE "BIKERS AGAINST COP ORGANIZATION!" . . . WE NEED A VIGILANTE CREW, CLOSEST THING TO THE LAW, BACK IN THE DAY, BUT WE HAVE GONE FULL CIRCLE, NEED TO HANG THE SHERIFF, LEADER OF UNIFIED POLICE FORCE . . . ALL UNIFIED IN COVERING EACH OTHER'S ASSES! $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

Aqua Production Company

 
My little buddy Nick Polumbo . . . does that name, FBI stage name ring any bells for you?  Like in those old enough, to have watched the TV series, Columbo?  You see, I am into symbolic representations, names, and may have actually been the one who turned the feds onto using symbols, but what we have here, is Howdy Doody . . . Police + Columbo = Polumbo!  What the fuck, so clever, of these little Po Po!  LOL!  You are being led by a bunch of idiots, who only got away with their stupid shit, because, they poisoned me, and took me out of the game, while they stole my identity, using with dumb asses, like Shelley, Kay, leading to even dumber ass chicks, Susan, Rachel, Kelly Ann, Hope, Rhonda . . . who has been pissed as hell, since, Rachel was unveiled, as the dumb, Mormon Muffin she is, just with better hair, and boobs the size and proportion of Barbie . . . the only trouble is, that Barbie just keep growing in the hips, and thigh area, so the boob jobs have to get bigger each time!  LOL!  But, that aside, Nick, my little buddy allegedly fired from Yellowstone National Park, the one who updates me of the bison or buffalo gorings, on the 5th one, if Nickie boy is not trying to discredit me, by telling me stuff that is not true, as other dumb ass agents, like Tony Osthemeier did, during the Bundy v. BLM fiasco in Bunkerville, Nevada, the king of welfare cattle ranchers, last summer . . . so last night, Nick comes to the Poverello, Hotel California, where you can get in, but, I thought you could never get out . . . until Diane, the chick who was tracking me, bugging the shit out of me, Sunday, at the computer and snack center, at St. Patrick's Hospital, was allegedly taken by force, out of the women's dorms, last night, by three burely police officers, for doing what?  Living out her stay at the Pov . . . three cops, screaming, a total scene, probably for my viewing audience, trying to show, just how close the cops are . . . bring me an information of the crimes . . . don't have one, can't get one, don't have anything on me, and have to prove to a jury of my peers, after me writing fuckin' 560 blogs, including this one, that it was not a double, or one of my fucking government sisters or ex-friends, attorneys, and the jealous as hell club!  LOL!
 
So, Nick, who has a big smile, and a huge ass goofy wave, each time he sees me, a bit too sick and gooey for me, a pretty no nonsense type woman, to say the least, greets me, and since Nicky boy has been here, I am sure, as we struck up a friendship, he was approached, if not an agent, to be paid to be on the other side's team . . . gamesmanship . . . they steal my money, and then use it against me or whomever will side with me, having some sense of ethics, loyalty to the country, morals, duty, have an honest bone in their body, and are driven by something other than that all consuming, fucking, American greed!  A rare animal indeed, in this Darwinian, science worshipping crowd, who refuses to employ modern technology and science, and just give my 4 blazing and glaring, pieces of evidence of who I am, and just who the fucking cunts, who are trying to be me, really are!  They stand to lose billions, so, just where to the fucking cops stand on this, tell me, you god-damned motherfuckers, on the take, on the money dole, total crooks!  But, Nicky Pooh, sweet little boy, playing the New Jersey, role of Po Po Codumbo . . . comes in with what appears to be a brand new t-shirt, that says, Aqua Production Co., just a little to close to the incident at the Aquatic Center . . . like in hit, or murder to put it ladylike!  I know this sack of shit, is in on it, because, in less than a month, he has his check from Yellowstone, which probably has more to do with me arguing his case for him over the blog network, read by billions, and so I am sure the mention of this company who did this dirty deed, reached their ears, and they paid up, ASAP . . . I gave credit to the Labor Commision, who rode on my coat tails, as about anyone does, when I get this kind of coverage for bull shit, like not paying someone what is OWED to them! 
 
Now, even though, Nick got paid, he is pursuing a case, against Yellowstone or D&C for damages, looking for a book deal, and a movie?  I keep telling him, that they, the EEOC, or the Equal Employment Office Commission, or whatever in the fuck, alphabet soup, federal agency stands for, is likely to tell him, that he got paid, and now he is getting unemployment, got a big ass check, going back to 6 weeks, since the day he got suspended, and it will go for 6 months into the future . . . so?  But, he insists that he new female attorney . . . one of the fraud broads, most likely, thinks he has a good case, and will take it up on contingency, and she will get paid, $225 for her time . . . Shelley's type shit, always, get something for nothing, like my law degree, name, credentials, because the government, can always promise that the government will act according to the dictates of the big boys and girls, and guarantee a win for this or that, regardless of the worthlessness of the case, that he is paid more on unemployement that he would have from his wages . . . but, hey, I only peddle morals, rational thinking, critical analysis of a case, and tell my clients the truth, but Shelley and the stage crew, can promise Nicky Pooh, little happy, Polumbo Dumbo, that he will get exactly what he wants for fucking me over, and stating that, I am so and so, covering the Ditch Bitch asses! 

Life is Good in the Hood!  CIA Wish List--GRANTED!

These guys rely on cheating, staging, game playing, lying, manipulation, and use the government agencies as their playing field . . . my money and name, bought a shit load of stuff for them, why in the hell do you think, I need to fight so hard to see daylight, and get access to my own fucking NAME . . . because they, the government, Mo Fu, Dumb asses have learned, just how powerful, my good name it, and how many people TRUST it, because, I DON'T DO THIS SHIT . . . I FOLLOW, SOUND PRINCIPLES, AND CONCEPTS, DO THE LAW, AND ACTUALLY IMPLEMENT THE SUPREME LAW OF THE LAND, THE U.S. CONSTITUTION, AND STATE EQUIVALENTS, AS LONG AS THEY DON'T CONFLICT WITH THE CONSTITUTION OF THE LAND OR NATION!  There is power in goodness, and these sleazy ass fuckers, know that, that is why, they want to be me, and in music, want Isaac the little, fake ass band leader, because, as for me and my house, we didn't take any short cuts to success, we actually paid the fucking price to do what we do, to be where we should be, and to accomplish what we have . . . even while being raped and ravaged daily by fuckers who are just too damned LAZY to go to law school, or take guitar lessons, and actually practice, night after night, picking up pieces of SHATTERED DREAMS, earned and paid for with BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS!  YOU GOD DAMNED FUCKING FAKE ASS SHIT FACED, DUMB ASSES!

SILENCE IN THE SNOW . . . WE MUST KILL THEM ALL!

Due to the exposure to heavy metal music, from MY SON'S BANDs . . . Parallax, God's Revolver, Maraloka, and now the DITCH and the DELTA, who's August schedule, just happens to be missing off his website, that is why I wrote about the September concert dates . . . but, hey, the CIA, over financial crimes is too fucking involved to check shit like that, fuck you goddamned bastards, take the fucking FBI with your sorry sad, lazy asses, on the take . . . but, yesterday, while getting done with swimming, and I am glad to announce, that the pool, was mising about 90% of its patrons, since I have been writing about the hit and murder attempt on my life . . . tons of Missoulians and Montanans read this stuff, to learn what is really going on, they don't dig this type of undercover shit, and want answers, and honest police work, not magic shows, and pulling rabbits out of the hat . . just down to earth good cop work, investigations . . . saw the CSI: Crime Scene Investigation van again today! 
 
Anyway, looking back, on the past month's activity at the pool, with me going daily, I have noticed the numbers, rise and now fall, and both ways, it was drastic, and seemed, connected to what I was writing in my blog . . . there were about 10 people in the pool yesterday . . . before the incident, hundreds, some days to numerous, that there wasn't a space in the pool, left to swim, awesome, money for the pool and community, more jobs, lifeguards . . . now, seems like a tomb!  And needless to say, the staff wears it all on their faces . . . used to be so happy to see, me . . . while they were plotting and having special meetings, getting to be involved in an FBI sting operation, taking down the notorious and famous criminal, SHELLEY, whom they are holding me out to be, while protecting the real, criminal, who actually is SHELLEY, actually, me being, JoAnn, which they know, I was the first, and also the second to sign their set up paperwork, making it look, like I was the imposter, when in reality, I signed both of the fucking papers!  Good God, if this much energy was put into solving crimes, rather than filming the cops, trying to get in the next FBI production . . .we probably wouldn't have ANY CRIME! 
 
You see in this world of reality TV, people are fools, for their 15 minutes of stardumb, rather than really paying the price, they want it cheap and fast, rather than the slow, laborious, tedious way, that both me and my son, raised to star status, the old fashioned way, WE WORKED FOR IT!  But, I noticed all the meetings, day after day, and wondered, what the hell, a swimming pool, could need to have so many meetings over?  But, there were many times, that there were other sting ops, that didn't work . . . but this was to be the Oscar winning showstopper, that they even printed up t-shirts for . . . Aqua Production Co.!  The shirt that little Polumbo . . . the unsuspecting, absolutley suspected, little fucking underdirt spy, was wearing!  I know Shelley's shit, her stupid, Hollywood games, that are just cheap ass tricks, but deadly, but hey, the feds, local and state cops have hated me forever, so big time shit to them, and Shelley is there gal, their girl Friday, who does all the planning, because, she is the benefactoress, and gets the star role, in any movie productions, as ME . . .dumb bitch, she couldn't be me, in a billion years, even is she spent my billions, becoming me . . . she has long passed being WICKED CLEAN . . . AND IT A DIRTY BITCH!  DITCH THE BITCH . . . SHE IS A FRAUD, AND CAN ONLY FAKE, SMOKE SCREEN, AND MASK, MAKE UP ANY TRUE SUCCESS, SHE IS A FONY!
 
Elliot's music, has exposed me to that genre of music, the heavy metal . . . sign and symbol of why Elliot's August schedule may be missing from his homepage . . . Metalworks of Montana . . . my son could be playing in Montana . . . and Mom 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6, are here, watching, so, MOM #1, doesn't know he is in the state!  In fact, Elliot, may even want his little aunties' help, because he knows what they did to his music, his band, when God's Revolver hit the music scene with "Little Black Horse Where are You Going With Your DEAD RIDER?" CD, he ended up being framed for a crime he didn't commit, his band members were all bribed, and Isaac got to be the ROCK STAR, EXTRAORDINAIRE!  I just remember, Isaac, waiting, like a shark, for Elliot's new CD, the second of the series, telling the story of the dead rider, continuing the cowboy epic western . . . that would go so big in Montana . . . yes, the sister club, is happy when I write about El's new band . . . because it is more money in their pockets that they are PICKING off Elliot and band!  Elliot, just loves the music, loves seeing the crowds reaction, and he will take every bit of help he can, regardless of the source, because he experienced the pain of what it feels like to have the MOB, after your ass and music!  But, while listening to a local, classic rock station, I think, playing a lot of heavy metal, there was a song, that was on, when I walked out of the swimming pool, without the desk help gals, so friendly while plotting my MURDER, now so sour and dull, without as much as a word, acting pissed as hell that I am not dead . . . MOVIE DEALS OFF BITCHES, BACK TO LOSER STATUS! . . . YOU ARE HANGING WITH THE REAL LOSERS, THE ALEX, STING OP CREW!  LOL! 
 
They lyrics of the song, was all about, going after the bad guys, like warriors, with the words, going something like Silence in the Snow . . . we need to kill all of them and not stop until they are all gone!  Kay loves to ski, as does Brett, and many who have previously not been able to ski for financial reasons, but, my family dollars, have provided the lifestyle they think they deserve, but never earned, that convenient science bent . . . survival of the fittest, if we can get all the cops, Republicans, Mo's and their FBI, CIA, NSA, DIA, etc. on our side, and steal the SECRIST FORTUNE . . .daily blog, music, from both sons . . . we WIN!  Darwin, survival of the fittest, buy it?  Humans are just animals, they are bigger predators, therefore, whatever they can steal from what they would consider lesser animals, but FAR SUPERIOR HUMANS . . . CAN'T LOOK THROUGH MAN'S EYES, GOD'S EYES, OR THE STANDARDS OF EXCELLENCE EYES, BECAUSE THESE FUCKS WOULD NOT STAND A CHANCE!  And they fucking know that!
 
Last night, as I ditched out the Pov, noting that Noah, was acting rather strange, coming and checking to see where I was, about 4 different times, and showing up, cutting off a lock, whistling while he was doing it, was giving sign after sign, that he was up to something, pissed that other sting ops didn't work, time and time again . . . it is that ESP, or letting Jesus take the wheel!  Don't you just HATE IT when the FBI is fucked over by GOD?  Hey, Shelley, Brett and Kay, dumb asses, Rachel and her fake tits, Pa Roach, death punch, don't stand a chance in the REAL WORLD, juse the make believe word of the Blissful Reefer . . . Pot Smoking BRETT TODD STUART/STEWART . . . your brain on POT!  LOL!  I don't drink, smoke, use pot or any drug, not meds, nothing . . . clean internally, as I am externally, but these potheads, as they all are, and all the big boys, so to say, all use POT!  How do you think they get the cops on board, who all either make money off the POT, or smoke it themselves, being protected, unlike you and I would be . . .

Gotta Run . . . Job at the Pov., Probably Another Set Up . . . Sting Op!  LOL!  Daily, Cops Pissed . . . BIKERS RIDING THROUGH TOWN!  LOVE IT . . . Don't Need War, Just a Noted Presence and Threat!

HAVE FUN AT STURGIS!  WISH I WAS THERE!

P.S., NSA has spell check off . . . that authenticates this blog for me!  LOL!  They, government ho's, sent it through, something that writes it better than the author?  REALLY?  Better than they could write, but I write MY blogz just the way I want them, other than not spell checking . . . but they will have other versions, clean it up, taking all reference out of it, to protect the Blissful reefers . . . which is all of them!  Only legal in a handful of states, boyz and girlz, sisbro clubz!  LOL!  ARREST THE FUCKERS IF YOU ARE REAL COPS, YOU SHITS, STOP FOLLOWING ME . . .THE MORE YOU FOLLOW ME, THE MORE STORIES I HAVE TO TELL!  LOL!

Thursday, July 30, 2015

ESP--EXTRA SENSORY PERCEPTION . . . BIKERS AGAINST COPS . . . 1.2 MILLION BIKERS, HIT STURGIS THIS WEEKEND FOR 75TH ANNIVERSARY, AT THE FOOT OF MOUNT RUSHMORE, SOUTH DAKOTA . . . I WAS THERE 18 YEARS AGO--HEY BIKERS, ON YOUR WAY BACK, COULD YOU STOP IN MISSOULA, NEED SOME HELP WITH THE COPS! EVEN THE SCORE FOR ONCE, BEEN FIGHTING AN ARMY! ROYAL BLOOD: FIGURE IT OUT--PAPA ROACH: FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH! HEAVY IS THE HEAD WHO WEARS THE CROWN--KING MAKER--FOLLOW ME DOWN TO THE RIVER, THROUGH THE PINES AND I WILL BE DOWN ON MY KNEES--APOCALYPTIC LOVE! JIMMY HENDRIX: A KING WITHOUT A QUEEN; A QUEEN IN MOURNING FOR HER KING . . . AND THE WIND SAYS, MARRY! BIG STEAL--EPIC STEEL--THE BIG 60! PET SEMETARY--STEVEN KING . . . PAPA ROACH SEEN CHASING TWO BIKERS! PLAY. SWIM. GROW. DID YOU EAT TODAY--THANK A FARMER! OH, OH, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO THIS ROCKIN' TOWN . . . HEY, BABY, THERE AIN'T NO EASY WAY OUT . . . I WILL STAND MY GROUND AND I WON'T BACK DOWN! THE DITCH AND THE DELTA, GUITARIST AND VOCALIST FORESHADOWING . . . ELLIOT, 4 YEAR OLD ROCK STAR, SMASHES MORMON CHURCH WINDOW . . . NEEDS TO DO IT AGAIN! UNIFI . . . UNIFIED POLICE FORCE--DRIVE BY NATURE--ONE BRA DOESN'T FIT ALL, ANY MORE THAN 6 UNIFIED BRAINS, MAKES ONE SUPERIOR BRAIN; EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT . . . EM, COOL COLORFUL SHERIFF'S STARS! UNGODLY VAPS . . . ""MONTANA SEEMS TO ME TO BE WHAT A SMALL BOY WOULD THINK TEXAS IS LIKE, FROM HEARING TEXANS." --JOHN STEINBECK. NOT IN OUR STATE!

Just Hangin' Out With the Homeless Under the Bridge!

AND THE ENTERTAINMENT IS FREE!  LOL!

Campers, Cops, Bus to Bonner, River of Life Church and Expresso Cafe, Suduko Puzzle and Rattlesnake Canyon, Cattle, Lunch with Undercover Cop . . . Don't Cut in Line!  Play. Swim. Grow.  Rock Creek Testy Fest is Going on Right Now!

PLAY. SWIM. GROW. MURDER?

Just a quick update on the Saturday afternoon, attempted murder plot or hit, at the Missoula Aquatic Center . . . which appears, in retrospect, to have been an inside job, with Mo plants . . . Alex, the one who needed the break, was allegedly looking for jobs, so he didn't have to spend the rest of his life, at the swimming pool, making it seem like he had been their his entire life . . . was, just as I expected, a new comer, or FBI special agent, who was in charge of setting up the hit, even getting the Mo members of his aerobics class involved, saying they would write him a letter of recommendation for the alleged job he was applying for.  Really, look on the board, welcoming the new life guard who appears much older than the rest, as did several of the other life guards, taking the normal guards places, with what I would expect, being back in full swing, yesterday, when I went swimming, you typical high school members of the swim team . . . not the swim squad!  As of yesterday, Alex has not come back from his alleged 4 day vacation, long earned, and so deserved, after the month he has been working since I got a swimming pass!

However, I did notice a girl, much thinner than myself, and younger, allegedly Rachel, my Mo double, sis who looks the most like me . . . of course wearing a poke-a-dot swimming suit, just a tad different than mine, that anyone could see, could be mistaken for mine, or was it just Rachel all the way along, forget JoAnn, she was never here . . . check the date on the second paperwork, the imposter JoAnn signed, about 10 days after, she signed the original, knowing full well, what was to come next, the staff will all attest to the fact, that I am the imposter, the second, when Rachel never showed her fatter, larger, face, and both were actually signed by the same person.  But, hey, who am I to second guess the geniuses at the FBI and CIA?  

I also noticed a blonde guy, with a two or so year old, swimming in the pool, yesterday, having noticed him on several other occasions, leaving the pool, just as I came.  He has a distinctive, tattoo on his right shoulder, a circle, with clouds and a bird, as far as I could scope out . . . another member of the Men in Black, or Mitt's Mafia, WHO WILL STATE THAT I AM REALLY RACHEL, SO MITT CAN KEEP MY $118 MILLION, HE STOLE, STARTING THIS WHOLE CLIMB AND AMBITION TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD, SERIOUSLY . . . because you see, they, the Mo's refuse to admit, even less than 2 years, left in President Obama's final term in office, that Mitt Romney actually lost the elections!  LOL!  Go figure, I had a huge part in that . . . hooking up with Senator Tester's staff, right off the bat, and sending emails about the inside working of the Mormon Church, what they had done to me, and other women, polygamy and such, starting the War on Women, that was wedged against Mitt the Mormon, running for president!

DEAL WITH IT . . . RIDGE LINE OR LYING!

HOMELESS DUKES OF HAZARD, RUNNING FROM BOSS HOGS TODAY, BY DAWNS EARLY LIGHT!  LOL!

Take me down to the river . . . fun and games with the cops down by the Clark Fork River, across from the Poverello Center, this morning, at about 5:30 A.M., you have to get up early in the Pov. to get breakfast or coffee!  But, for our morning entertainment, I noticed a city police car, with its break lights on, over across the street, in the Imagine Nation Brewery parking lot, next to the river, but for a few trees and bushes.  Now, as far as I have heard, have not looked up the law, but it is legal to camp near the River, and there are not city ordinances to stop people from doing so, or so they tell me.  Many homeless bounders, prefer camping out near the River, or anywhere outdoors, to sleeping in any bed, home or shelter . . . different strokes for different folks!  The next thing we, me being joined by several other early risers, is a sheriff's car, pulling up, into the parking lot too.  Both officers are getting out of their cars, just as a second squad vehicle is about to go to the aid of the other two officers, but as the first two approached the apparent or alleged campers, the third vehicle pulled out, and continued on the way down to California Bridge area, where the escapees would be heading to avoid the first set of cops!  The other squad cars followed suit . . . we couldn't see the end result!

Along With Cops . . . There Was a White SUV, GMC or Suburban, Just Like Rachel's, Pushing the Clean Up of the Homeless?  Who is Cleaning the Pov. on Friday?  I Am Curious, Mo Busy Bees?  Probably!

It bugs the hell out of me, how dirty some of the homeless can leave their campsites, so I would site them for that, or alcohol, or maybe fighting . . . but if there are not ordinances against sleeping or camping overnight, let them be, they have an attorney, who specializes in cops violating homeless civil and constitutional rights, staying right across the street at the Pov. . . . this is public lands we are talking, or if city, no laws against what they are doing.  But, what do I know, Rachel was the Bloomington Town Councilwoman, back in about 2008, so ask her, now that she is being presented as an attorney!  LOL!  She didn't even know what an ordinance was after two years as councilwoman, she just wanted to spend the $80,000 budget, beautifying Pioneer Street, in the town!  LOL!  She does have a bigger bra than me, guys!  LOL!  But, like Rush Limbaugh, I can beat the heat's talking toyz, with my brain tied behind my back!  LOL!  Just like the joke, where the Mormons think they are the only ones in Heaven, they are so arrogant, to think that nobody sees through this clown show!  Good God . . . Jesus loves me; He is for me!  

On the little white church, Baptist, maybe, on the bus ride, through East Missoula and Bonner, there is a marque out by the road, and it said, "For God has said, I will never leave you or forsake you."  And he has not, but I think he might have had some help, from my friends, interfering with the murder plot at the swimming pool of Saturday . . . it that why, my father is chasing the bikers?  They feel about the same way about cops that I do, they love America, they love freedom, they love the feel of metal and steel electric horses, between their legs, and there are 1.2 bikers, heading to Sturgis to prove their love of bikes and the bikers lifestyle, that conflicts, about 100% with cops, as does mine, especially, when they try to kill me to substitute me in with political ideologies that are totally foreign to our American value system and way of life!  Bikers love their Motorcycle Mama's!  And they only have room for one other person, if that, on the back of their bike!  LOL!

Christian Ideology (Grace Based) vs. Mormon Ideology (Works Based) 

A side note: there is going to be a TV special, on the history channel or something like that, Christianity vs. Mormonism, and I am sure that the Mo Church has banked on my blog, and the increased exposure, they say, any exposure is good exposure, in movie land and politics!  But, much like the hard-headed Jews in the time of Jesus, who refused to accept him as the Son of God, their savior and redeemer, with the Mormons, being just as hard hearted, seeing themselves as adopted into the 12 Tribes of Israel, and sharing the same bent on life, they have a hard time believing in Christ, his atonement, his grace, and mitigating or ridding human kind of their sins, overcoming the grave, thus, they can't forgive me, for not following the program, nor for the abortion, which is at the root of this whole substitution thing . . . fatherless Shelley, pregnant at the same time, didn't abort her baby, but, that is probably because she didn't have the money to do so!  I would not assign any saintly gesture for keeping the baby, because she treated her children like shit after they were born, leaving their rearing to anyone who would step up to the plate!  But, the Book of Mormon is allegedly, a second witness to Christ, which only further emphasises my point, the hard hearted part . . . while the rest of us, in the Christian world, only need ONE WITNESS OF CHRIST . . . THE NEW TESTAMENT, Mormons need TWO WITNESSES and even then, they don't believe, you have to work your way into Heaven, not by grace, or a free gift of the atonement, but by doing tons of church work, making sure your kids are boy scouts, go on missions, marry in the temple, and prove themselves a success, because only the righteous shall prosper . . . that is why they had to steal houses, vehicles, law practices, furniture, computers, cases, blogs, legislation, and music . . . to appear to be prospering so they could be considered RIGHTEOUS!

Mormon Agents Crashing the Christian Coffee Cafe'?

As is typically the case, with me, there is surveillance on me 24/7 as there was this morning.  Just as I left the Pov., at roughly 6:00 A.M., or shortly thereafter, as I was walking toward the bus terminal, just in front of the old Safeway, and the new Fresh Market, a police car drove by me, yesterday, the bus driver who flipped me off, left me at 7:25 A.M., was suppose to pick me up, at 8:25 A.M., and within a few minutes of the bus, a city police car came slowly creeping up the street, while I was rockin' to my radio, waiting for the bus, clearly me, but so, heading into the next block, about one away from St. Pat's Hospital, out of their jurisdiction; therefore, most likely undercover cop, I met the other night, who was allegedly night shift at the hospital, as of yesterday and today, is day shift, drove by me slow again . . . as I approached the parking lot or sidewalk in front of the hospital, a sheriff drove through the parking lot of the hospital!  Do ya think they are stalking me . . . a crime by anyone's standards if some loser guy was following me, any difference, I would prefer the loser, because he has not power to falsely arrest, and throw my ass in jail!  I deal with this shit 24/7 . . . any wonder I would want the BIKERS AGAINST COPS TO COME HERE!  FUCK!

And, since I was a bit early for the bus, I was just chilling, sitting their enjoying the cool morning breeze, and another fucking motorcycle cop, came right near the bus lane, going between the courthouse and the bus lane . . . like I didn't notice, and they were tall totally obvious.  Murder plot didn't work, so now, they are going to harass, and try to intimidate me.  Well, let me tell you who was intimidated between me and the cop/Marine, or Mitt's mafia bus driver, he was, ducking his head when I got on the bus, pretending to be doing a Suduko Puzzle . . . never has before.  But, hey, I am a forgiving soul, unlike the cops, especially Mo cop squad, fuck, the swim squad didn't get her, so now we are back on duty!  Think how sick of you, I am!  Good God . . . every city, town, rural community, fucking cops are following my ass, and no charges, no arrests, no information of the alleged crime, nothing, just fucking with me, because I am, WICKED CLEAN!  Try your talking toyz, girlz club, all guilty of about everything in the book, can throw the book at them, and I can prosecute them, listing times, dates, people, bribes, identity thefts, personal property thefts, along with about a billion dollars worth of music, cases, blogs, and water compact shit, they are taking credit for!  I buy gold, they buy diamonds!

Typical, Like Any Rape Case . . . Making the Victim Out to Be the Perp, and the Perp Out to be the Victim!  Black is White, and White is Black!  Statewide Battery Systems!

YOUR GOING AFTER THE WRONG FUCKING WOMAN!

THESE DUMB ASSES WANT TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD, THEY ARE USING ME, MY SON, HIS MUSIC TO DO SO . . . WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? 

I AM THE ONE AND ONLY, JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D.!  THE SAME BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK WHO KICKED YOUR ASSES BACK IN 1997 TO 2000!  ASSET FORFEITURE!  BACK AGAIN . . . 80% TO LOCAL COPS OF BOUNTY, 20% FEDS!   

 

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

TOOKICK--I'M ON THE WRONG SIDE OF HEAVEN, AND ON THE RIGHTEOUS SIDE OF HELL! CRADLE'S GONNA ROCK! HAVE YOU SEEN JR.'S GRADES? MUSIC MAJOR, ELLIOT TAYLOR SECRIST, GUITARIST AND VOCALIST FOR "THE DITCH & THE DELTA", "MY RUST" . . . HAS A 3.8 GPA, UNIVERSITY OF UTAH, RIDES UTA AND TRAC, BIKES, ONLY WEARS CLOTHES MADE IN THE U.S.A. . . . THAT'S MY BOY, PLAYING SEPT. 10, TUCSON, ARIZONA; SEPT. 11, ALBANY, NEW MEXICO; SEPT. 12, DENVER, COLORADO! TRADER DAD'S--TRADER JO'S . . . EXPERIENCE THE DIFFERENCE! OFTEN IMITATED, NEVER DUPLICATED! I WAS BORN WITH A SIX GUN IN MY MOUTH! LOL! LORD LAWYER KNIGHTS . . . DIRTY WAR PIGS CALLING--DIRTY TREASURES . . . FIRE MAKES YOU STRONG; FIRE MAKES YOU DIE SOMETIMES . . . ULTRA DUSTER--INDUSTRIAL STRENGH . . . WE TURN THIS CORNFIELD INTO A PARTY! COUNTRY NIGHTS--PARTY TOWN U.S.A., ZOOTOWN, MISSOULA, MONTANA--UPCOMING EVENTS: (1) BIG SKY BBQ, AUGUST 1, 2015, CARAS PARK, FOOT STOMPIN' MUSIC, BOOTIE SHAKING GOOD TIME, BEST BBQ VENDERS IN TOWN, 4 TO 6 P.M. BENEFIT TO FEED HUNGRY IN MISSOULA--GOOD CAUSE, DINE & DANCE; (2) RIVER CITY MUSIC FESTIVAL; (3) TESTICLE FESTIVAL . . . BOTH END OF AUGUST; AND (4) OUTDOOR LIVING EXPO--CELEBRATING MONTANA LIFESTYLE: HIKING, BIKING, FISHING, SKIING, SNOW MOBILING, CAMPING, ETC., OCTOBER, 3, 4, 2015 . . . WANT TO GET INVOLVED, VENDORS, BOOTHS, GET ABOARD NOW! IF I GO CRAZY, WILL YOU STILL CALL ME SUPERMAN? . . . I SAVED YOUR LIFE . . . SUPER HUMAN KNIGHT, CRYPTONITE . . . THANKS SUPERMAN, THE BLACK KEYS, GOLDEN LOCK! REBEL SOULS DESERVE WHAT WE ARE CALLED . . . SIX GUN SALLY, BAD COMPANY, 'TIL THE DAY I DIE! TWO TICKETS TO PARADISE! LOL! HOTTIES RIDING THE BUS, NEW CLIENTEL, FRONT MARKET CREW MIXES IT UP WITH VETS AND HOMELESS! NICE . . . LET ME BE YOUR HUCKLEBERRY . . . DOC HOLIDAY; HUCK FESTIVAL, IDAHO SOMEWHERE . . . NICE, BEAUTIFUL! NO ONE CAN BE BORED IN THESE STATES! GET OUT AND MINGLE!

Queen Bee, Gets Stung Twice by Killer Bees!

I figured out where, whomever, took my cool, new gold lock, to the swim pool, and what I think they did with it . . . I just walked over the bridge, don't know the name, the one, that lights up, so romantic, at night, but if you walk to the middle of the bridge, the one that goes behind, Pizza Hut, where I just got a great lunch, personal pan pizza, salad bar, and drink, for fuckin' $6.99, but the only problems is, that when I get in the line for salad, knowing I just order, hot, spicy, cheese, dripping off, the supreme pizza, and thick crust, no calories, of course, until, I look up and see, a sign that says: WRONG WAY!  Like taking bus #5, to the top of Rattlesnake canyon, to go hiking, deciding, rather than to do that, give all your kids a call, but Greta gave me the wrong number for Nicole, that may be by request! . . . and drying your wet swimming suit, you forgot to hang out to dry last night, sitting rockin' on the picnic bench, watching all the other stooges, getting in shape actually jogging up the mountain, rather than your slow walk, and then opting for pizza, is not going to get me where I want to be, but hey, it was fun and tasted very good!  But, if you walk behind, Pizza Hut, and the Press Box, it will take you right to the bridge I am talking about, and you will see that the person or entity who took my golden lock, so shiny and new, secure, with the only two keys belonging to me, or so I thought, merely just wanted to contribute to the tons of other locks, hanging on the bridge, glistening in the sunlight, both on the water, up on the pine covered, lush green mountains, and floating, light shiny stars on the water . . . what a beautiful lock graveyard, and resting place . . . rest in peace, my one day old lock of gold!

Now, News Boyz/Girlz . . . We the Public Can't Have Pure Trust in Your Reporting if You Don't Tell the Truth!

While I am trying to save the public from bear, mountain lions, buffaloes, and the Missoulian, saving them from rattlesnakes, and now, after being stung by 2 killer bees, I am adding bees, to this list of dreaded predators, you have to make sure that you are telling the truth, about, like the 5th goring up in Yellowstone National Park, by bison or buffalo--selfie--turned ugly, because I am getting first hand reports, from my buddy Nick, who worked up in the Park, up until he just got booted out, for some one's girlfriend to get a sweet job, after the dirty job, being done by Nick doing all the work, and originally, not getting paid, until he called in the Calvary, or the Montana Labor Commission, who made short shift of D & C, Food Vendors--nothing like the government breathing down your neck, to get things done, right, going after the company, who fucked him over, then literally, didn't pay him for working 78 hours, doing all the dirty work to set up the candy and ice cream shop, in Old Faithful Lodge!  So, after I reported on the 5th goring, while taking a selfie, from less that 20 yards away from a mean ass buffalo, the chick got gored . . . and it was reported, that she only had a close call!  Nick got pissed at me, and I said, I reported what you told me, better sources, I guess, closer to the scene of the goring . . . but for the newspapers, or the radio, wherever I heard it, and minimizing the threat, is doing the public a disservice.  That doesn't mean that people are going to stop going to the Park, they are merely going to be aware that these are not stuffed animals out there . . . cute little buffalo!

To prove my point . . . some chick, who was going to Yellowstone, called the radio station . . . not the best source for this stuff or information, but she asked, if bear spray would work on a buffalo too?  They responded by how stupid this question was, and it was actually a very good question, as far as I know, I don't believe that a buffalo spray has been made, because they don't come into as much contact with humans, on a daily basis, like bear do, in these here parts of the woods, city, and neighborhoods!  I believe it would work, not only on buffalo, but mountain lions too; however, in my uneducated opinion on this subject, both buffaloes and mountain lion, may be faster than a bear, scare you more, be more unpredictable, and hopefully, you would never find out, which is the fastest, with a close encounter of the worst kind, but, bear spray is certainly better, than, say a CELL PHONE! 

ADD A PREDATOR MALE RAPIST TO THE LIST OF ENCOUNTERS OF THE WORST KIND!  FUCKIN' ANIMAL!

And, to throw man, into the animal world, because surely a rapist, could be classified as a dangerous predator, stalking his prey, and then attacking, as was the case last week, with a woman getting kicked out of the Poverello Center, for coming drunk, a big time no, no, and automatic out, thank God, obnoxious girl, whom I really like, normally, even tried to put my arms around her, stop her from getting kicked out, but to no avail, she was upset over some loser guy, who cheated on her . . . not worth it, I told her, as she packed up her shit to get out for the night . . . making herself vulnerable to any predator out there, and he smelled the fear in her, as she left the Pov. and offered to take her and her stuff, wherever, and ended up taking her around the block, and raping her, or so, she ran into Noon's and reported, right after the incident occurred, without anytime, and from what I heard on the streets, from people who knew her, and the guy, who had been in the shelter, nice guy, and maybe a fed, because the story totally changed, to protect who, and why?  

But she had a rape kit done on her, while the semen was still fresh, so . . . and about two guys, and the girl alleged boyfriend cheated with, said, they saw this guy get arrested, when he came back to the Pov.!  I told them, I just read in the newspaper, that there were three alleged rapes, and there had been no arrests?  They got defensive and said, we saw him . . . I didn't claim there were no arrests, the newspaper did!  Now, as far as determining if there actually was a rape or not, will depend on the facts . . . if the guy didn't get away with it, being a fed . . . there can't be two sets of laws, one for law enforcement and one for US, the people . . . this guy hit on me, the day, both he and I came to the Pov., so, he was a predator type . . . but, I also heard that in her drunken state, that she was hitting on several guys, wanting sex?  So . . . a jury's call, not mine, I don't have all the facts, and he is "innocent, until proven guilty with me!  ALWAYS!  Fed or no fed . . .

Missoulian News . . . Great Article On "Run in With a Rattler" . . . Too Bad The Clown From San Fransisco Didn't Read It!

So, this guy from the Bay area, decides to mess around with a rattlesnake, because he liked snakes, and had some when he was young . . . but this time, dumb ass got bitten by the snake, and had to be rushed to the hospital, where he had to have all the snake venom the hospital had in storage, leaving none for other snake bite victims!  I believe the radio guys, reported this morning, that the dude had to stay in the hospital for 5 days to a week, and his hospital bill, came to a whopping, $153,000!  He didn't have insurance, risk taker, that he appears to be, now the dip shit, has to pay off all of that money, without the big guns behind him, nor the deep pockets of the insurance companies, who should love people like me and the newspaper, and radio, reporting the reality of messing around with the Wild Kingdom!  It is interesting, that Kay, one of my doubles, claiming to be the blogger, with all my postings showing up Pacific time, where Kay lives, at least, according to her bar records, Santa Barbara, she also lived in Half Moon Bay, would claim my blogs on encounters of the worst kind, with me, locally, here, getting the idea from the horrifying picture of a pissed of griz, on the cover of the Missoula Independent . . . hard to get that magazine in the Bay area or Santa Barbara!  LOL . . . rats, moles, and readers . . . snake idea, presented herself as the one who wrote the blogs on mountain lions, two of which I have had experiences with, and bears, two of which I saw up at Glacier . . . oh, that must have been Rachel, or one of the spa and shampoo bar!  LOL!

If any news source, or cop shop report, no matter how bad, that report might look to the public, to lie and be found out, is far worse, and will lower your credibility worse and faster than a bison or buffalo, goring you, and it will feel much worse!  Just give us the truth, we are not children, but we are responsible to protect our own children, so you are actually doing parents a disservice, by not reporting all accidents, attacks, sitings, so that people can do as this young traveler, is doing . . . still coming, but coming with knowledge or what to expect, and what she can do about it . . . SMART GIRL . . . RADIO HOSTS?  Just be careful, ask Park rangers, or your local colleges . . . I had friends who, were both biologists, I think, or something like that, and each summer, they would be sent to the backwoods, to count the bear population, so they are a great source of knowledge on these subjects, and KNOWLEDGE IS POWER!  There used to be an old saying that there are no stupid questions, but only stupid people who ask them, but people who deflect those questions and dismiss them, might just be laughing off what ends up a tragedy!  Like the firefighter who took a 911 call at dispatch, all over the news, and blew off a call, with gangs, shooting into a living room of a home, hitting a 17 year old kid, and now he is getting blasted all over the press, for his response to a deadly situation!

Then, We Have the Flip Side of the Animal Kingdom . . . Dentist, Pays $50,000 for a Big Game License to Hunt in Africa, Shoots Cecil the Favorite Lion of the Local Villagers, Tracks the Dying Lion Pride, 40 Hours, While The King of the Jungle Dies a Horrific and Slow Death!  All to Have a Head or Trophy on His Wall Back Home!  Says He Follows the Rules of the Hunt . . . Poaching!

STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES . . . SMART IS AS SMART DOES!

ACT AND REMOVE ALL DOUBT, WHICH SIDE OF THIS EQUATION YOU ARE CURRENTLY ON!

New Clientele on Free Buses . . . Seeing Commuting Differently in Missoula, Going Green, Fun!  Hotties!

I know, that I have sung the praises of public transportation in the past, but my praise has reached a whole new level, as the Missoula Mountain Line goes free, and I believe, some of the buses are run on natural gas, but don't quote me on that.  But, it is fun, to just people watch and see, just how new comers to riding on the bus, react, to a clash between the typical riders and the hipsters that frequent places, like the Front Market with a bus stop right in front of the shop . . . good lookin' guy with dark dreads, funky hip clothes and handsome as hell, jumped on the bus, as two really hot chicks, got on at the bus terminal, looking kind of scare, going somewhere near the mall and wondering if they were actually going to make it there, not knowing the schedules and times, nor the pick up and drop off stops . . . but, those of us, who have long learned the beauty of letting some one else do the driving, saving money, parking, gas and repairs on cars, insurance and all that shit, plus helping lower, your own carbon footprint, and if you don't believe the glaciers in the Park are disappearing, that might be a result of global warming or climate change, or you think that New York and the east coast is entering a new Ice Age, so be it, that doesn't matter, what matters, is that there is a possibility, that we animals, the highest level of the food chain, may, in fact, be contributing, greatly to the carbon problems, that might just be part of the problem behind some of the holes in the atmosphere, causing melting of the sea ice, rising water levels, longer fire seasons, with President Obama, stating on the Jon Stewart, Daily Show, that he is focusing on climate change for the rest of his term in office, and so is Mayor Engen, who is looking into lowering carbon dioxide levels from government buildings, etc., so what in the hell can you do, to help our leaders, lead us, in responsible manners . . . be smart and ride the FREE bus!  I love it, and have had a girl crush on a bus driver up in Kalispell for years!  LOL, but he is taken, and if he hit on me, while taken, I would no longer have a crush on him . . . catch 22!  But if you want to know his name . . . check out the cross streets, by the FOX CLUB!  LOL!

Have some fun, meet new friends, for those commuting, you will see the same people everyday, and that is cool, strike up conversations, like the one, I heard, going on a morning jaunt out to Bonner, when I just want to get out, see the river, and the mountains . . . with a man and a woman, maybe an affair, don't know, don't care, but enjoying the ride into town, talking about shopping, what was on sale and whatever, funny conversation, but seemed to be really good friends, going in and out of town, sitting together and talking shit, with each other.  I used to like getting on the bus, to see the bus driver, stare at him in the mirror, Kalispell, lets their drivers listen to music, and in the morning, we listen to the talk shows and music, and all laugh together on some of the topics and funny shit people do, like the snake, and be glad we are not them!  LOL!  But, this morning, this totally hot, guy, looked a bit old for a student, probably a professor, jumped on the bus, looking hotter than hell, but a bit, intimidated by the travel experience . . . kind of like the undercover cops in the Pov., being without gun, badge, squad car, and uni to protect them as usual!  Then, the just become part of the guys and gals in Hotel California, having a relatively good time!  LOL!  James Kennedy, claiming to have a family who owns half of Kansas, one time, came up, laughing and saying he was having the time of his life!  LOL!  People are people . . . this morning, the bus driver, flipped me off, with both middle fingers, probably a cop or Marine, or both, reading what I wrote yesterday in my blog!  LOL!

I had to turn my head and laugh at the two hot girls, taking the bus for the first time, and the bus was full, to the gills, with summer school kids, probably getting to ride the bus for the first time, or going swimming, or somewhere on a field trip, so there were not many seats left, and some old grizzly guy, probably a Vietnam Vet, came up and about sat on one of the girl's laps!  LOL!  I got a kick out of watching her reaction, hitting her friend, who may have coaxed her into riding the bus, but I just wondered what she was thinking, sometimes it gets a little cozy in the bus, the seats are close, but whatever, likely got get worse with students getting the hang, that they really don't need their cars, between the city bus, and UDash the student owned and operated bus, that shuttles you around campus, downtown, and late night weekends, until 2:30 A.M., but, these two girls, young women, looked professional even, actually got up and moved, when all the kids exited the bus.  It is good for people of different social, political, and economic strata to interact with each other, get to know each other, and understand the challenges on both sides of the isle . . . good fun!  And the eye candy on the bus is getting better by the day, as the news and word spreads, that it is cool to be GREEN, makes you QUEEN, with chauffeur service! 

Mr. Hot to Trot, is likely a professor, going to the college, only going about three blocks, but hey, that is probably something he might have used a car for, so, cool, but, at 60 years old, having started my professor days, back when I was 38, and still in law school, I am sure a few crusty old professors thought I was a young pup too!  School is coming, students back, and I love it, and fall . . . can't wait for the Presidential Lecture Series to start on campus!  A few of the buses, city and otherwise, go until 9:30 P.M., so even without a car, I can make it to some of these great presenters, like former CIA Director, Leon Peonetta, or the oral arguments, with the Montana Supreme Court . . . access, adventure . . . you can hook your bike on the front of the bus, and get up hiking, biking up the canyon, or just have the bus, take you to the top of the run, and ride your bike down the canyon!  LOL . . . the fun part, I was never into making myself work too hard!  For old cougars like me, who didn't appreciate what she had as a hot professor, can still look, but not touch . . . bus 2 turning into bus 1, mornings!  That is if his schedule holds for fall!  LOL!

THERE ARE FEMALE PREDATORS TOO!  LOL!

 

 

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

CELEBRATE ABILITY: CRUSADER PEST CONTROL, GIRL CRUSH, SWIM SQUAD . . . JUST BECAUSE AN HOMICIDE WAS NOT SUCCESSFUL, DOES NOT MEAN, THAT IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN . . . SHOWER DOOR, STILL LOCKED ME IN TODAY, BUT COULD SHIMMY LOOSE THIS TIME! POOL STORY FROM A TO Z, STARTING AT "J" DOESN'T TELL THE STORY, NOR SOLVE THE PROBLEM, NOR POINT OUT WHOM THE SUSPECTS MIGHT BE CONSIDERED! CELL PHONE DRAINED OF ENERGY EVERYTIME I START TO TELL A FRIEND ABOUT THE POOL EXPERIENCE . . . CLUE, 30,000 MORMON SPIES, UTAH COVERS WHOLE WESTERN U.S. FOR CYBER SPYING--WHOM DO YOU THINK HAS ACCESS TO FUCK WITH MY PHONE? AND RIGHT WHEN I AM TELLING ABOUT THE POOL INCIDENT . . . WHO WOULD CARE, UNLESS THEY HAD A REASON TO SPY, PROTECTION SOMEONE, AND KEEP THE TRUTH FROM GETTING OUT TO OTHERS? FOLLOW ME AS I CONNECT THE DOTS . . . NOW IN NO WAY, DO I WANT TO IMPLY THAT I KNOW THE ANSWERS, OR WHAT ALL THE DOTS MEAN, OR EVEN IF I AM RIGHT ON MY CONJECTURES AND HYPOTHISES . . . BUT, I AM A FORMER, UTAH ATTORNEY GENERAL, IN THE CRIMINAL ENFORCEMENT DIVISION, STAFF ATTORNEY FOR THE UTAH PROSECUTION COUNCIL, CRIMINAL DEFENSE ATTORNEY, CIVIL RIGHTS AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS ADVOCATE AND LAWYER; THEREFORE, SOMEWHAT INFORMED ON THESE THINGS . . . I DON'T WANT TO STEP ON COPS TOES . . . SHOCK OF SHOCK, A DEPUTY SHERIFF IN A TRUCK, WAVED AT ME WHILE I WAS WAITING FOR THE BUS . . . FRIEND OR FOE? WE'LL SEE . . . THERE ARE CRIMES OF CALLED CONSPIRACY TO ATTEMPT TO COMMIT MURDER . . . I HAVE HAD TONS OF ATTEMPTS, BUT THIS ONE IS THE EASIEST TO CONNECT THE DOTS, PRIOR TO THE ATTEMPT . . . WHAT OTHER REASON WOULD YOU LOCK SOMEONE IN A SHOWER STALL, TURN ON A MACHINE, MAKING IT STICK, SO THE SOUND COVERS ALL OTHER SOUNDS, UP TO AND INCLUDING SCREAMS OR GUN SHOTS? EITHER I WAS THE TARGET, OR SOMEONE ELSE GOT THE HIT, THINKING IT WAS ME . . . NO 20 YEARS OLD GIRL, WOULD GIVE ANYONE CAUSE TO WANT HER DEAD! I HAVE THOUSANDS, AND A BLOG THAT GOES TO BILLIONS, A SON WORTH MILLIONS IF NOT BILLIONS, AND A TON OF FUCKS THAT ARE GOING DOWN, IF I GET SOMEONE TO CRACK, CHANGE SIDES, TALK, DEFECT, CHANGE SIDES! MY CASE COULD TAKE DOWN THE TOP OF CHURCH AND STATE, BEING ONE AND THE SAME TO MORMONS, WHO CONTROL BOTH THE FBI, CIA, AND NOW THE NSA, NOT TO MENTION OTHER BRANCHES AND ARMS OF THE GOVERNMENT . . . THEY MAKE UP 1% OF THE POPULATION AND CONTROL OR HAVE AN OVER-REPRESENTATION OF THE INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY, AND POSSIBLY IN THE MILITARY AND OTHER GOVERNMENT AGENCIES . . . THEIR FRONT IS THE GOOD FAMILIES AND CLEAN LIVING; HOWEVER, THERE IS A MORE SINISTER SIDE OF THE MORMON CHURCH, THAT GOES TO THE ROOTS OF THE AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE, THE CONSTITUTION, GOVERNMENT . . . AND ENDS WITH THE SUBJEGATION OF AMERICA TO FOREIGN POWERS . . . OUT OF SORTS . . . HELL NO! AND YOU BETTER START WATCHING, BECAUSE IF I GO DOWN, YOU GOT DOWN! ONE OF THE FEW WATCH DOGS, GETTING THIS ANGLE ON THINGS . . . NOT ONLY DO I KNOW HOW THE GOVERNMENT SHOULD WORK, I KNOW THE INNER WORKINGS, HISTORY, AND INTENT OF THE MORMON CHURCH, HAVING BEEN RAISED THAT WAY, AND RESEARCHED EXTENSIVELY, PLUS WORKED IN A STATE THAT HAS NO SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE, NOR DO THEY WANT IT AT THE HIGHEST LEVELS, THOSE GOOD LITTLE MORMON GIRLS AND BOYS . . . THEY WANT MY NAME, MY RESUME, MY CONSTITUTIONAL DEFENSE HISTORY, MY SON'S BANDS, THE PRESTIGE OF SOME OF MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS . . . CELEBRATE ABILITY, NO PERSONALITY, BOOBS, AND ASS! GOOD GOD! GET THIS RIGHT, YOUR VERY LIVES, FUTURES, CHILDRENS' OPPORTUNITIES AND EXPERIENCES ARE AT STAKE . . . DON'T THINK OF THIS A JUST A STUPID WOMEN, SWIMMINIG AT THE LOCAL POOL . . . THIS WAS PLANNED, AND AN ATTEMPT TO COVER-UP MY IDENTITY WAS STARTED FROM DAY ONE, THERE ARE AGENTS WORKING THERE, PROBABLY LOOK-A-LIKES, MUCH LIKE THE SISTERS THEY USE TO REPLACE ME . . . TAKE OUT THE TRUE BRAINS, TALENT, ABILITY, REPLACE IT WITH "THE OBEDIENT" MINIONS, USEFUL IDIOTS, AND TALKING TOYS, FOR WOMEN IN THIS BULL SHIT, ARE NOTHING BUT SEX TOYS, CHATTEL AND VESSELS TO RAISE THE CHILDREN OF FUCKING MEN THAT ADOPT THE MO LIFESTYLE, WITH THE PERK OF MULTIPLE WIVES, THEIR RECRUITING TOOL . . . MORMONS, THE RANK AND FILE, DON'T HAVE A CLUE THIS SHIT IS GOING ON, GOOD FAMILIES, HARD WORKING AMERICANS, GOOD NEIGHBORS . . . HOW IN THE HELL, TO YOU THINK THEY WOULD COVER UP THE CLANDESTINE PLOTS AGAINST AMERICA, ITS PRINCIPLES AND CONCEPTS, THAT HAVE MADE THIS COUNTRY GREAT . . . CHINA, ONE OF THE CHOSEN COUNTRIES TO SHINE, AS A GUIDING LIGHT BY THESE FUCKS, THINK WHY FORMER GOVERNOR HUNTSMAN OF UTAH, WAS CALLED TO BE AMBASSADOR, NOW FORMER SENATOR MAX BAUCUS, WHO DOESN'T KNOW JACK SHIT ABOUT THE COUNTRY, EVEN JOKED ABOUT KNOWING HOW TO PLAY CHINESE CHECKERS! MISSOULIAN, A2, TUESDAY, JULY 28, 2015 "THE REALITY IS YOU HAVE A HIGHLY RIGGED MARKET AT THE MOMENT, AND YOU HAVE A LOT OF PANIC AND FEAR THAT IF THE GOVERNMENT ISN'T THERE, IT'S GOING TO COLLAPSE. THIS IS A HORRIBLE SITUATION TO BE IN." MY ENEMIES, FAMILY, FORMER CHURCH, IN CAHOOTS WITH THE GOVERNMENT, IS RIGGED, THEY HAVE LIED TO YOU, ABOUT WHO I AM, WHO MY SON IS, WHERE THEIR MONEY TO "BUY" YOU COMES FROM, PRESENTED DISABLED "FAKE" ATTORNEYS, WHO ARE NOT REAL ATTORNEYS, PRESENTED ACTORS AND ACTRESSES, THAT ARE JUST ARE RIGGED AS THIS CHINESE MARKET . . . AND WHY IN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THEY WANT ME DEAD, IS BECAUSE I CAN SEE THROUGH THEIR TOTAL 100% BULL SHIT, JUST TRYING TO HOLD THINGS TOGETHER LONG ENOUGH TO GET RID OF ALL PEOPLE WHO SEE WHAT THE FUCK THEY ARE DOING, AND IF YOU KNEW, YOU WOULD HANG THEM ON THE SPOT, JUST LIKE THE OLD DAYS OF MISSOULA, WHERE THE VIGILANTES WERE THE CLOSEST THING TO THE LAW THAT MONTANA HAD, TAKING THREE "ROAD AGENTS" WHO ROBBED PEOPLE PASSING ALONG ROADS, SOME COMING FROM CALIFORNIA GOLD MINES, HAVING PANNED FOR GOLD AND OTHER VALUABLE METALS AND TREASURES . . . LAW CAME HARD AND SLOW IN MONTANA . . . THIS BAND OF ROBBERS, WERE AROUND "HELLGATE" THE EARLIER NAME FOR MISSOULA--THINK HELLGATE HIGH SCHOOL, TAKING ALL PROSPECTORS, HOMESTEADERS, MINERS GOODS, PRECIOUS FINDINGS, PROPERTY, AND MAKING THEM PAY TO USE THE ROADS, STEALING PROPERTY AND RIGHTS OF AMERICAN CITIZENS--I HAVE A 2 HOUSES, 5 VEHICLES, CASES, BLOGS, SON'S MUSIC, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH . . . TIMES HAVEN'T CHANGED MUCH! . . . AND ONE OF THE ONES HUNG, BACK IN THE HELLGATE DAYS, WAS SHERIFF HENRY PLUMMER! ANY MODERN DAY ANALOGIES . . . I THINK SO, A NATION RUN BY COPS WAS THE GOAL OF THE BUSH/CHENEY ADMINISTRATION, NO CONSTITUTION, A DESPOT, AND BUSH WANTED TO BE THE FIRST TO SIGN UP, GOOD ORDER AS LONG AS HE WAS THE RULER, THE REST OF YOU MINIONS, BE DAMNED, CONSTITUTION AND RIGHTS BE DAMNED . . . CRUSADER RABBIT PEST CONTROL . . . WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK, CIVIL RIGHTS AND SOCIAL ACTIVIST, SANDRA BLAND WAS HUNG? THEY DIDN'T WANT ANOTHER ME! SHE WAS STARTING TO GET QUITE A FOLLOWING!

Twigs Salon and Shampoo Bar: Cuts and Color; Body Waxing; Facials; Pedis/Manis . . . or Man Is!  I Finally Found the Bar Association that My Non-Attorney, Attorney Sisters Belong To . . . LOL!

LADIES, DO WE REALLY WANT IT TO GO BACK TO BEING A MAN'S WORLD?  FUCK NO!

Now, Infamous Pool Party/Murder She Wrote Saga!

Deliciously Informed Decisions

Starting at point A, which just happened to be in Grand Junction, Colorado, where I ditched my cell phone, but still have the same phone number, on this new one, also being fucked with . . . and also ditching my three month old computer, giving it, probably to an assassin, or a federal agent who probably saw me, bump my computer on the seat next to me on the bus, that took a detour, stopping me from going to Denver, to see, my son, Elliot's new band, THE DITCH AND THE DELTA, play in Denver, sending me, instead through Parowan, Utah, where I sued the cops, and thought there might be a posse waiting for me . . . so by way of just getting rid of the computer, gave it to the guy, who kept coming up and sitting by me, wondering, allegedly, when the next smoking stop was, and how far we were from our destination, like, right!  LOL!  But, as a result of tanking my electronic devises, with my sole intent and purpose, dodging the Mormon NSA, that was unable to follow my comings and goings, as much as they normally do, given the fact that I love to write my blog, and love to stay in touch with my kids, who keep me grounded, connected, feeling loved, whether they really do or not, they make me think they still love me, regardless of the challenges, being the children of a Crusader Rabbit with a cause for being a rebel, having formerly, been safe and purposeful, the standard fare in America, with everyone who believes in the Constitution, now being the odd man or woman out, being replaced by the Patriot Act clowns!  

So, as a result of being off the radar screen for once, in about three years, I was able to slip into Missoula, check in to the Poverello Center, and get up the next day, walk undetected, over to the Missoula Aquatic Center, sign up for a three month pass, before, the Mo Mafia caught up with me, which only took until I got into the pool!  Because the fun and games, started, right away, without delay!  I was told, when I got in or signed up, that I would have my membership card, as I got out of the swimming pool, that day, without any delay, no problems with the ink, or the scanning device, nothing . . . just simple, come to the front desk and you can get your card, with your picture, and you are good for three months!  Now, this was not only refreshing, but provided me with a picture I.D., that I have long been denied . . . no big deal, right?  WRONG!  When you have sisters using your name, but not your face, and now you have something to connect you to persons, places, times, cities, and kids, there is a huge ass problem, because they have blocked me for at least a year and a half, having stolen ALL forms of I.D., formerly, taking me driving privileges, when diagnosed with PICK's Disease, having not driven for a year!  Out of the blue, my driving privileges were being taken by who, SHELLEY!  WHAT THE FUCK?  Now, I have almost a perfect driving record for 44 fuckin' years . . . and it is being suspended, revoked, and what?  I believe I have one ticket from back in 2000, and the rest is perfect, and recently, back in 2012, I was stopped by a cop, who told me my driver's license had been suspended?  WHAT?  Who the fuck is Shelley to get my license SUSPENDED AND FOR WHAT?  RACHEL'S DUI?  

CHICKS AND CHAPS

You can't take over some one's identity, if that someone has I.D., even the slightest form of I.D., that might be traced back to something the fuckers forgot to change . . . like, when I thought I was going to die, I voluntarily, like any good citizen would, gave up driving, but my license was still in tack, and what power did, fuckin' Shelley, have, to take my license, two St. George, Utah, police officers, pulled up, back in about 2001 and told me that Shelley, had my license revoked.  I wasn't too worried, because I had already given up driving, so I could die . . . but that all changes when you are not dying!  When I started to practice law again, in 2009, I got my driving privileges back, merely, by going down to the DMV and basically, taking the written portion of the driving test, passing, and then getting an updated picture taken.  Easy, with the DMV able to just pull up my prior driving record, so good, that the driving portion was waved, they had my old pictures, could tell, even having gained weight that, I AM ME!  Well, that has all changed . . . they stole me driver's license first, Great Falls DMV . . . the boys and girls have connections, and girls who fuck the boyz club, even more power and connections; my Utah State Bar Association picture I.D., the real thing, not the Salon and Shampoo Bar, was stolen in Helena; my Social Security Card and Medicare Card, never used, were stolen in Las Vegas, at my cousin, Edward's house . . . it took me, fucking a year and a half to get my birth certificate, with Shelley, intercepting the first copy, via, John Bagby, also helping with the Walmart Money Card, ending in 1944, a continued card from years, 2012 to 2014 . . . she or rather, Frank, Interpol, stole my one money card before that, as I had it sitting in a plastic bag, on my dresser, the day, I got back from the Grand County Jail, Frank arranged that stunt, getting me arrested without a warrant, to cover Shelley who was the new Ms. Allan Rex Bess, married to the fake Frank . . . so, I couldn't even get a new card, on my own fucking address, birthday, and Social Security Number . . . Shelley got it!  I had to get a new one using Edward's address in Littlefield, AZ, with a zip code of like, 86432 or something like that . . . that is a great way to see my travels, for the last 6 years, up to and including going to the United States Supreme Court, where Shelley and Allan, raced me back to Washington, D.C. where Brock and employees, financial planners, could not figure out how to transfer money via wire, to Kansas, where I had to wait, fucking 5 hours, for Frank and Shelley, aka, Allan and JoAnn to catch up with Me . . . starting big time, the case of YOU v. YOU!  JoAnn S. Secrist vs. Joann Secrist!  THE STEAL, CAME AFTER THE DEAL, WHERE KAY GOT THOSE HONORS!  QQQ, POLICE QUEENS, SHELLEY, KAY AND RACHEL, NOW ADDED TO THAT LIST, SUSAN, TIFFANY, HOPE, KELLY ANN BOOTH . . . SHE HAS ASS TOO!  Kelly gets to steal the Cheek et al vs. Garrett et al . . . the Iron County Corruption case for $56.7 million!  NICE!  Kelly charges her clients, based on my case, my work, and my briefs, without which that sorry bitch, would be nothing . . . and you don't owe me anything, I will get your fucking ass soon, bitch!

Pool I.D. and Picture is Critical Piece of Evidence That I Am Still Alive!

I come out of the pool, so excited to get a picture I.D., having been denied every government connected agency from California Vital Statistics to Flathead County Driver's License Division!  Thank God, that I got falsely arrested and picked up for contempt for court, in Grand County, Utah, by order of fucking, Judge Lyle . . . or Lie All Anderson, because I needed a photo I.D. to finally get my birth certificate, with the help of some agency, helping the homeless here in Missoula, forever grateful, first step to LIVING!  But, to my chagrin, the front desk help, told me the printer was out of ink . . . really, the fucking NSA, or someone, is already messing with the machine from computers up above, through satellite!  I can't believe it, not so fast!  But, true.  We should have new ink in a few days.  That order took about three weeks, but in the interim, one day, one of the front desk, probably by now, and agent, FBI, I would guess, had new paperwork waiting for me to sign again, with a purple underlining . . . but, I knew that I had already signed all the necessary paperwork, because it had only been about two weeks, but they, the FBI, needs to make it look, like I am the imposter, JoAnn, not Rachel, who looks the most like me!  I figured that, like my mailed, U.S. Supreme Court Bar Certificate, these fucks, would try to stop the dates, and make it look, like there were actually two, JoAnn, Joann, Joanne, Johanne Secrists, not just one!  And the Swim Squad is in on the fraud . . . as they all are!  All for the Salon and Shampoo Bar . . . Sham is the root of shampoo, so go figure, who is the fraud, look at the gals, the bodies, the grooming . . . huge ass difference between living in the shelter and the mansions, provided by MY MONEY!

Alex, The Swim Squad Leader . . . I Saw His Mormon Jesus Jammies Under His Swimsuit . . . NSA, JUST BLACKED THIS PART OUT!

The Mormon NSA, FBI, CIA, and other government agencies are very protective of their minions, their Mo army of alleged saints, who, like Muslims, will tie a bomb to themselves, and symbolically go to battle for the Mormon Jihad or Holy Wars against liberal, now, non-Mo, jack Mo, secular humanists who are considered heretics, and need to be burned at the stake!  LOL!  Or this witch is sinful . . . oh, but I guess, MURDER, is not a sin . . . Book of Mo, says, only the righteous shall prosper, and it is better for one person to fall, that a nation in unbelief!  And we will like, kill, destroy and steal, to prove our point!  This is the mentality behind a Mormon Jihadist, or Holy War, Saturday's Warriors, a very long running, popular, Mo Play in Utah and around the country!  LOL!  There are warriors for the church everywhere!  Alex, I think is his name . . . but, he teaches water aerobics, at about 9:00 A.M., Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays.  I had heard he was good, and all the ladies like him and he really works them out.  But, on the first day, I actually laid eyes on Alex or the instructor, he stuck me as an FBI agent, neat looking, very average looking, dark brown respectable hair, like good Mo boys wear, small framed, but, like all dumb ass agents, or those who are put up to the service of the Mo, Jihadists, he did something that was totally out of the normal for what I had seen so far from several water aerobic teachers, who all stand in the shallower end of the pool . . . Alex, however, came right down, straight across from me, standing, just down the stairs, in neck deep water, not in the class, doing leg lifts and whatever.

Just the way he was looking at me . . . made me know, he was hired, up to something, and up to no good!  He got a good look, and only did so, once, as I recall, and then he did what all normal instructors do, stand in the shallower water, to instruct.  But he always seemed to be at the pool, even commenting, that he was looking for work, and didn't want to spend the rest of his life, living at the pool!  Either a nice cover, or honest, and he is looking for an out, and these Chicks and Chaps will provide that for anyone who joins the club, the Fuck JoAnn Club, covering up for the shit of the Club . . . Hitler's SS Men and their Frolines!  Nice little returned missionary, looking for a way out . . . or a double for Alex, being substituted in for the real guy, whom most of these women, over the age of 65 years old, with bad eyesight and glasses, would miss a new Alex, who is close in looks . . . I am taken back by how easy it is to fool most people with the doubles, seeing how they have gotten away with Rachel, Sue, Shelley, even Kay who is at least 3 inches shorter than myself, and me at least that much shorter than sister chicks; however, they are using Tiffany, now that I am younger than I used to be . . . remember that song, I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now . . . that would fit me, or I have trashed the older bitch sisters, and they need a new fresh face, as I lose weight!  Tiffany has a much thinner face, is thinner, but I would say, I am as vibrant as she is being 14 years my junior, the older babes can't keep up with me!  All Mo Muffins!  LOL!

Interesting Dream Last Night . . . Fake I.D. With Tiffany's Face Featured and My Father Getting Pissed, When I Refused to Use Tiff's Picture on My I.D.!

As you can tell, reader, I am sick of all this bull shit, that I have had to put up with so far, and need to get my life back on track, and that means, giving a shit, enough to actually, take the effort, pain and time to go through all the fucked up hoops, I am going to have to . . . as you can see, just the simplest things they make time consuming and fuck with, like dumb ass photo I.D.'s!  But in the dream, I must have been pushing for I.D. and so Tiffany or someone, one of the Sysco, came up and handed me some I.D. which I was more than happy to get . . . but as I looked at it, it had Tiffany's face and hair on it, but they tried to make it look as much like ME as possible, so she is the new girl Friday for the Mo Fam!  I went up to my father in the dream and said, this is Tiffany, and handed him the I.D., and he tried to convince me to use it, and I said, I am not using Tiffany's face on MY I.D., and he walked away, disgusted, like shocked that I would not let her face be on my I.D., or that I noticed it at all!  Rachel was in the dream too, but she had this total, Mo Mom hair cut, very short, old lady style, with tight short curls, close to her head, you know the hair cut, when you finally reach like your 50's or 60's, me never, but you surrender to the fashion gods, and just go for old lady frumpy!  LOL!  Take a look around, and like in the aerobics classes, they all have these short, granny do's, that are non-descript, old lady hair, with no hope of ever looking sexy again!  LOL!  

When all is said and done, Rachel, with the long sexy hair, huge ass boobs, so the men don't actually look at her face . . . is really, just a frumpy Mormon Mom, who sacrifices endlessly for her thankless, lazy ass kids, who tell her they hate her, blame her for all their woes, and put her on a guilt trip, rather than deciding to take their life in their hands and make something of themselves!  
I was quite shocked by Rachel's hair . . . symbolic?  Of what is really going on?  She is no attorney, no speaker, no legislator, no politician, really, just loves to cook, clean up after her lazy kids, run them to and from, and tend to their needs, and she is just a bystander to their lives.  Or at least that is how she used to be . . . but maybe, Rachel is tired, and just wants to go home, get off the radar screen, stop letting me beat the shit out of her in my blog, I know, she is taking credit for what I write . . .but, I don't she her at the law library right now, nor Shelley, Sue, Tiff, and Kay, Kelly and whatever the fuck other chicks are using my name and credentials!  I am right here alone.  But, maybe Rachel want a rest and Tiffany is ready to take a go at star-dumb and take the challenge of Me, even though, I had to tutor Tiffany on high school English . . . so don't be fooled by high tech, NSA gamesmanship, she just can't do it, nor could Rachel, Shelley at least studied me for a year and a half while I took care of her, so she could turn around and shit all over me, with Frank and criminal injustice system, along with the feds, covering her sorry fat ass!  Tiff is young and naive, so she wants to take up the family crest and fight, fight, fight, for the Mo Muffins!  LOL!  Give it up Tiff, and maybe that is why my dad, just gave in so easily, and walked away, hoping that I would just not see my I.D. that had Tiffany's face on it!  LOL!  Sorry dad, the one thing you and mom did for me, was give me genetically a great face!  Thanks . . . the brains and such, I did myself!  LOL!  Good luck on that one with the rest of the gals, guys, lol!  Back to reality . . . and the attempted murder . . .are you getting the picture?

FIRST, STEALING MY TICKET TO BOZEMAN FROM MY POVERELLO LOCKER . . . THEN, CUTTING THE LOCK OFF MY GOLD LOCK AT THE AQUATIC CENTER, BUT PUTTING THE STOLEN TICKET BACK? . . . I COME DAILY, WHY COULDN'T STAFF LEAVE A NOTE, TELLING ME NOT TO LEAVE STUFF IN LOCKER OVER NIGHT?  ONLY ON FOR ONE DAY!  LOOKING FOR SOMETHING?  MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH RAPE OR ATTEMPTED RAPE ON JULY 4, 2015, DOWN BY THE CLARK FORK RIVER!

I think, that the thieves are looking for my birth certificate, because that is the gateway ticket to getting my other I.D. back.  Now, there was an attempted rape, or alleged attempted rape . . . you have to wonder, when you see this woman, tough as nails, looks of a bull dog, but she claimed that she was resting in the shade of the trees down by the river, near the Poverello, and remember it was about 103 degrees during that week, so many people were hanging out, down at the river, including me.  Now, I saw this book yesterday, called the Unlikely Spy . . . seeing that book title, and thinking about the pool drama, and several alleged rapes, and a few murders, as of late, in Missoula, I thought back to the Indian Code breakers, and thought of Sandra, my Native friend, who shows up in Butte, then back in Missoula, always about the time I go one place or another, now I could be wrong about her, or all of them, but I don't think so . . . but on the 4th of July, Sandra, wanted me to meet her down at the river, across from the Poverello, behind the Motel 7 where there was a murder, right around that time too . . . are they just setting this up, like if I get murdered, there is just a rash of crime right now on the streets of Missoula?  But, I got tired of waiting for Sandra dinking around on the 4th, saying she wanted to have a picnic, but she needed to do this or that, so I told her I would just go over to the spillway, having waited on the bridge the day before, for the same reasons, getting tired of waiting, and sitting there, wondering where she was?  She did a NO SHOW on both days!

Once again, could a hit or an attempted rape been planned, or an attempt to get my purse that at the time, had my birth certificate in it . . . safer place now, seeing the staff has no problems getting in my locker without permission, being very poor policy and procedure, because staff can be blamed for being the thief too . . . we are still entitled to privacy, in a locker, and can't open without cause . . . the attorney in me!  Was the Bozeman ticket a red herring?  I had the ticket, for about two months, nobody knew about it, and I like it that way.  I had considered on several occasions, going to Bozeman, maybe being in a new place, hooking up with Kennedy, or trying to get a place, where nobody, well, hard with a Kennedy, but no body on the bus or the streets, knew either one of us, and I told this, for the first time, to Sandra!  The ticket, was taken sometime after that, so someone either had to have told someone, or there were bugs or surveillance . . . you see, I can only appeal to honesty, morals, ethics . . . because they have all my money; they on the other hand, can offer big time breaks, maybe get Sandra's son, 30 out of jail, in Shelby?  Nice trade for ratting me out!  Or she could be working for them, all along and the son is just a stunt, made up, gives me something to talk to her about, like Rhonda's dumb ass case . . . Sandra, even kind of put me off, when I said I would help her son and his attorney, so?

Donna, the chick who fought the alleged rapist off, one tough broad, scary even to me . . . won't mess with her, but she told me, he ripped her shirt, and tried to grab her purse!  So, why did she call it a rape?  Donna in on it, scar me away from the river?  She is also the one, who told me about the murder in the Super 7 Motel . . . her husband, from a distance, looks kind of like Kennedy . . . she is allegedly staying in a shelter for batter women, because the staff doesn't care, her husband was allegedly missing, and she knows the chick who discovered the body?  MMMMM?  The manager of the motel, just a day or two after the alleged murder, seemed in great spirits, for just having a alleged, bludgeoned guy in one of his motel rooms, and the guy who works at the Oxford as a cook, which when writing about the "garbage" omelet, and him working there as a cook since, 1995, the NSA stopped me from writing . . . why?  Rachel taking credit for building some business, or lying about me?  Some connection with all of this!  Or, they are making up all of these rapes and murders, another one, body of a dead man, shot several times, found behind St. Patrick's Hospital . . . trying to scare me out of town, if they can't get me out . . . three month swimming pass will seem forever to this crowd that has run me to and from, for years!  This is the longest I have stayed in any place, almost, other than renting from David Russo in Kalispell, but with tons of leaving on that time period too!

Fear That I Will Get In the Shape That, There Will Be No Double Trouble . . . Better Looking Than All Of Them, Lose the Chaps?

So, shocked, at telling Sandra, again, about my new gold lock at the swimming pool, taking all my belongings out of the Pov. for protection of personal property and privacy, seeing the lock cut, and my purse, and everything I own in life, wish is nothing at this point, but my birth certificate, identifying purse, that I have had for three fucking years, and some other stuff, was very disconcerting to me, to say the least, who has had every part of her life, fucked with, my last bastion of privacy and ownership, gone, disappeared, vanished!  What, how can they be so dirty?  How fucking hard to just leave a simple note on my locker or the one I locked up, asking me to please not leave my stuff over night, would have worked fine!  The front desk, told me to go ask the lifeguard to help me find my stuff as if she knew exactly what was going on, and didn't want to be part of it, or made it look like she was not, and I believe she was the gal who had me sign the paperwork again, but I played their time and bluff, by refusing to first, go get one at Splash the out door pool, who also had not ink for a while . . . but, I figured they would say that I had been going there, rather than where I had actually signed up, June 22 or within a few days of that, 25th maybe.  Then the scanner problems, just waited and checked in by hand and computer . . . could check that, Rachel is not coming swimming, I come at all odd times and whenever, no rhyme or reason . . . press by some ladies to join, so they can predict when I come . . . NO FUCKING WAY!  Finally, probably from everyone bitching and moaning checking in, one by one, they were forced to fix the machine or let people start using it!  LOL!

When that stupid ploy didn't work, and I was not only in the system, but coming every day and looking more and more like myself, they hatched another plan, JUST KILL THE BITCH!  Rachel looks better in a swimsuit anyway, and she is Mo, and she is NICE, and so on and so forth, and she was married, or with a Kennedy look alike!  Donna's husband, who is tall and has long hair, some stretch of a resemblance to Kennedy, has the last name of Pace . . . which is a Bountiful family favorite old drive-in, Pace's Dairy Ann . . . we used to always get tacos there, one of Rachel's favorite, symbolic meaning?  Maybe!

SLIM FAST!  JUDGE ON MALE UP-TIC LATELY, "THEY" ARE STARTING TO WORRY, THAT I WILL LOOK MORE LIKE THE OLD ATTORNEY SELF, AND RACHEL WILL BE DISCOVERED, SUE, SHELLEY, TIFFANY AND OTHER DOUBLES, WHO GOT AWAY WITH IT DUE TO WEIGHT, WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO PULL OFF AGAIN . . . THAT IS WHY EVER SPA, GYM, SWIM POOL, I GET FUCKED WITH!

Surveillance is on me 24/7, even without electronic equipment . . . a billion dollar heist with tons more to make, obviously from my son's music, because if I am dead, I can't write my blog, but they can market the book of my best writings and market it, like I stopped them from, and like they did with my emails, back before the blog days . . . $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ . . . I am cramping their style!  If that young girl, was mistaken for me, and the CIA, cleaned up the mess, all tile, great place for a murder, easy clean up, and back service doors to take body out of, IDEAL!  But, you have to read the last account, because I need to go, law school will be closing and I need to catch a bus, but remember, that there were only about 5 people in the pool, when I arrived, about three to four families, looking like cop families, showed up, again, not hard on the spur of the moment, but just a few, didn't know what was going on . . . staff, who all looked like people I had not seen in the last month of going swimming almost everyday, with Alex, saying he was going to take a 4 day vacation, just right on the timing, not a part of it, agent gone, out of the state, or wherever to clear him of being blamed for taking part in any of it, the murder, or the plot . . . remember, conspiracy to commit murder is also a big time crime and worthy of life in prison . . . You don't have to be successful to be charged with the crime!

Shower Door, Still Fucked Up, Evidence . . . Pink Goggles Hanging on that Stall Today, Symbolic of Pink Mary Kay's!  Get Rid of Her . . . Covering Cops, Bringing in Marines?  Semper Fi!  Fuck YOU!

I am sure the powers that be, did all in their power to clean up the evidence or any suggestion that the shower doors were messed with, and that I was locked in!  They will now, try to make it look like I am crazy, that the shower door was never messed with, and I never had to crawl under the door.  Remember, yesterday, I said the sheriffs, two vehicles at roughly 8:00 A.M., were heading toward the Orange Street Bridge, videos on street lights, could be looked at, but a Crime Scene Investigation was on its way back from the Orange Street Bridge, as I watched the sheriffs' SUV first, followed by a squad car, going somewhere, and I am guessing going to the pool, because, I posted my blog by 7:30 A.M., and that dumb ass chick was sent to the hospital employees computer and eating area, to bug the shit out of me, stopping me from writing about the events of the, JUST NIGHT BEFORE!  The sheriffs are out of their jurisdiction, this is not in the county, it is in the city limits, therefore, it should have been the city cops who were called, as was evidenced by the Police Department CSI van, not a sheriff's van!   

Sheriffs have played a very key part in everything from taking my house in St. George, to chasing me . . . chain of cover-up, unified police, no distinction between FBI, sheriff, and city cops, but they should not have been the cops on the scene, the city should have been called in, within the city limits, sheriff are over the county!  

But, when I got to the swimming pool, this morning, didn't go yesterday, saw another CSI van, later in the day, and I figured that I might not want to go there today, just in case, I get framed for something, like the fuck up of the Marine, hit man!  Oh, hell no!  I was the last one, being locked in to leave the woman's locker . . . was the chick already dead?  Most likely the fuck up, if there was one, will never been known by you and me, not in the newspaper, too sensitive for public eyes, Marine/CIA cluster fuck!  See Burn After Reading!  But, the stall looked normal, but it was not; I went in it again, to try the lock, and I did, and at first it closed great, and didn't seem to have any lingering problems, due to someone, just barely smashing it, in so that the thick latch was pushed up against the other metal on the side, wall, where the door lock meets or goes in.  This is in the first shower stall, as you come in to the woman's locker room, different, because it is for handicapped, but, I like the movable shower head, so I have showered in there many times in the last month!  And never has there been any problem, and so it seemed this time!  

But, as I went to unlatch the door, the door, got stuck, somehow, and I am not sure why, but, again, and I panicked thinking I was going to have to climb under the door again, reminding me of what could have happened the other day!  I kind of freaked out, but then, calmed down, and tried to relax and sort of giggled the door, which them, easily came apart . . . but the potential and evidence is still there, that the door and latch were messed with.  Just 1/4th or even an 1/8th of an inch, can make the difference, but it stuck again!

MURDER--SHE WROTE!

CELEBRATE ABILITY, NOT TITS AND ASS!    

  
 

Monday, July 27, 2015

HOMICIDE, HOMICIDE, HOMICIDE . . . ROCK ON THE RANGE--THE FACE (KOONZ) . . . CELL PHONE MCDRAMA. OXFORD "GARBAGE" OMLET. CARPE SHMEAREM . . . JARDINA . . . JARHEAD OR MARINE, SWIMMING POOL ATTEMPTED HOMICIDE . . . MISTAKEN IDENTITY? TWO SHERIFFS--HEADING TO AQUATIC CENTER OVER ORANGE ST. BRIDGE--CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATORS OR CIS COMING BACK TO COP SHOP, OVER ORANGE STREET BRIDGE? BLONDE WITH BLACK TWO PIECE SWIM SUIT, WITH MESH POKE-A-DOT ATTACHMENT, TALKING TO MARINE, ABOUT 65 YEARS OLD, JUST PRIME FOR VIENTNAM ERA, CREW CUT, GREY HAIR, 5'7" TALL, AVERAGE BUILD, BUT MEAN ASS FACE, MAYBE OUT OF UTAH! TWO UNDERCOVER COPS WORKING THE POV., MAYBE A FEW FEMALE COPS, RUSSIAN MAFIA CHICK? THINGS LIGHT UP WHEN I COME TO TOWN, SAME WITH WHEN I SHOWED UP IN COURT, OR WHATEVER GOVERNMENT AGENCY I WORKED FOR . . . SUPER STAR STATUS HIDDEN BY HOMELESSNESS--SURE THAT IS PLANNED--HUMAN NATURE TO THINK THE WORST, RADIO GUY, TALKING ABOUT THE HOMELESS--URINE SOILED PANTS, FECE COVERED . . . REALLY, THE TWO UNDERCOVER COPS, HOMELESS . . . HARLEY AND MARLEY! GOOD LOOKIN', PROBABLY A WHOLE LOT BETTER LOOKIN' THAT RADIO SHOW HOSTS! LOL! DON'T FORGET, I MET JAMES "ANGEL" KENNEDY AT THE BUTTE RESCUE MISSION . . . JUST LOOKS LIKE A 20 YEAR OLDER VERSION OF JFK JR., VOTED SEXIEST MAN ALIVE . . . AND I DON'T LOOK THAT BAD EITHER . . . THREE SETS OF 30 AND UNDER GUYS HIT ON ME, AND THAT IS WITH 100 BLS. EXTRA . . . GOTTA DIG THESE MONTANA GUYS, SO HORNY! LOL! YOUNG GUY CAME AND SAT BY ME ON BENCH, AFTER I CROSSED UNDER MADISON ST., ON WALKING BRIDGE--I LOOKED AT HIM AND SAID, ARE YOU OKAY? HE SAID, "JUST ADMIRING." WELL, GO ADMIRE SOMEWHERE ELSE, I AM OLD . . . HE LOOKED AT ME PUZZLED, UNTIL I SAID, "60!" HE WENT BACK TO HIS PERCH UNDER THE PINE TREE! LOL! FUN, FUN, FUN . . . IN ACTS OF COURTLY LOVE, A POLYENISIAN CLIFF DIVER, SHOWING OFF ACTS OF COURAGE BY STANDING BACKWARD ON THE BRIDGE, JUMPING TO THE CABLE UP A LEVEL AND THEN, DOING A BACK FLIP OFF THE BRIDGE! NICE . . . SOME OLD LADIES, PROBABLY MY AGE, LOL, ASKED ME IF I WAS WITH THE TWO BRIDGE DIVERS . . . NO, THEY ARE YOUNG ENOUGH TO BE MY SONS . . . AND IF I COULD GATHER FROM MY CHILDRENS, PROTECTIVE SILENCE, NOT SURE IF IT WAS TO PROTECT ME FROM LEARNING, THAT ELLIOT, BASSIST AT THE TIME, IN A GOD'S REVOLVER NATIONWIDE TOUR, ALLEGEDLY JUMPED OFF AN 80 FOOT CLIFF, WHILE SAUCED UP ON WHISKY! GOOD QUOTE, WHICH 8 YEARS LATER, I AM SURE MY SON REALIZES . . . I MUST HAVE TOSSED THE NOTE, BUT IT WENT SOMETHING LIKE, HARD WORK IS MORE SATISFYING THAN WHISKY! GREAT SHIRT ON SOME GUY AT BURGER KING, YESTERDAY AT LUNCH: "THEY CALL ME PAPA . . . BECASUE BEING FREAKIN' AWESOME, GRAND KIDS SPOILIN', COUNTRY LOVIN', GUN TOTIN' BADASS, IS NOT AN OFFICIAL TITLE! I WAS THINKING OF STEALING THE SLOGAN, REPLACING PAPA WITH MAMA, BUT THE GUN SIDE OF IT DIDN'T WORK . . . SCARED I WOULD KILL SOMEONE WITH THIS PISTOL TEMPER OF MINE . . . HOWEVER, HANDS WORK TOO, FELT LIKE STRANGLING SOME CHICK, WHOM I AM SURE THE COPS ARE PAYING TO PISS ME OFF, KNOWING MY TEMPER THROUGH MY VENTS IN MY BLOG . . . SHE SHOWED UP YESTERDAY MORNING AT ST. PAT'S HOSPITAL, WHERE I WAS SNEAKING IN A BLOG, BETWEEN EMPLOYEE SHIFTS, SO THAT I DIDN'T TAKE ANY OF THEIR TIME, DURING BREAK, AND THIS POV. CHICK, COMES IN AND SAYS, AFTER I HAD BEEN ON THE COMPUTER SINCE 5:30 A.M., AND IT WAS ABOUT 7:30 A.M., THAT SHE NEEDED THE COMPUTER I WAS ON, BECAUSE SHE WAS GOING TO WATCH MOVIES . . . REALLY, I WILL BE ABOUT 30 MORE MINUTES, THAT IS WHY I AM FINISHING THIS ATTEMPTED HIT OR ASSASSINATION ON ME, TODAY, BUT SHE SAID, DO WHATEVER YOU FELL RIGHT ABOUT . . . I FEEL RIGHT ABOUT YOU MOVING OVER TO THE FAR TABLE, NOT SITTING THREE FEET AWAY, WATCHING ME UNTIL I AM FINISHED . . . NO, I THINK I WILL SIT RIGHT HERE! WHATEVER, SHE IS SO NOT WORTH CHOKING AND GOING TO JAIL OVER, SO I CALMLY TOOK THE NEXT 30 MINUTES, TO FINISH THE BLOG, BUT NOT THE WAY I WANTED TO . . . NOT BECAUSE OF HER, BUT BECAUSE I WAS ON THE EMPLOYEE COMPUTERS, HATE TO PUT THEM OUT, WHICH I GENERALLY ONLY USE WHEN I DON'T HAVE MY OWN COMPUTER, OR THE LEARNING CENTER OR LAW SCHOOL ARE CLOSED. BUT I FINISHED, AND SAID, IT IS ALL YOURS . . . AND REMEMBER, THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE WORM . . . I HAVE BEEN UP SINCE 3:00 A.M., AND SHE SAID, SOMETHING THAT WAS A DUMB AS SHE IS . . . I DON'T HAVE TO CHEAT--WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH IT? I AM SURE, SHE IS ON THE COP/SISTER PAYROLL, BECAUSE ONE NIGHT, I WENT IN TO DO MY JOB AT THE POV. SWEEPING AND MOPPING THE WOMEN'S DORM BATHROOMS, THAT ARE QUITE LARGE . . . THIS SAME CHICK WAS TAKING A SHOWER, SHE PEEKED HER UGLY MUG OUT AND STARED AT ME, AS IF I WAS GOING TO STEAL HER SHIT . . . THERE IS NOTHING I WANT YOU HAVE, AND NOTHING YOU HAVE I WANT TO SEE! BUT FUNNY, LAST NIGHT AFTER I CAME DOWN FOR CHECK IN, SHE WAS SITTING NEAR THE WALL, FIRST ON YOU COME TO FROM THE ELEVATOR, AND SHE PROMPTLY GOT UP AND WENT OVER TO THE TABLE ALL THE JESUS FREAKS SIT AT ALL DAY AND PLAY CARDS, PONITIFICATING ON THE GOSPEL, GOD AND CHRIST! SHE CRAWLED ON THE GROUND WITH THE DOG, PROBABLY HOPING I DIDN'T NOTICE, BUT I AM SURE, SHE PROBABLY GOT RATTED OUT BY THE EMPLOYEES, WHO HAVE SEEN ME FOR ABOUT THREE YEARS OFF AND ON, USING THEIR COMPUTERS, WONDERING IF I AM STAFF OR NOT . . . THE BRA-LESS BITCH, LOOKS HOMELESS AND HAS THE MOST ANNOYING VOICE, SOUTHERNER I THINK, THAT I HAVE EVER HEARD . . . HIGH PITCHED AND WHINEY! BLAH! IF MY KIDS WANTED A QUICK TRIP TO THE BEDROOM AND THE DOOR SHUT, ALL THEY HAD TO DO WAS WHINE . . . I WOULD SAY, YOU CAN COME OUT WHEN YOU CAN BE A DECENT HUMAN BEING--PERIOD! AND THEY ARE DECENT HUMAN BEINGS . . . OBVIOUSLY, THIS OBNOXIOUS CHICK, WAS RAISED BY SOMEONE LIKE RACHEL, KAY, SHELLEY, SUE OR TIFF . . . HELICOPTER MOTHERS . . . OH, DID YOU GET YOUR BLANKIE? BLAH . . . THAT IS WHY MY DAUGHTER IS UP BEING A HOT SHOT FIREFIGHTER . . . SHE IS TOUGH! MADE MOM TOUGH! LOL! AS WE SPEAK, WHINEY BITCH, IS SITTING ON ONE OF THE 10 COMPUTERS AT THE LEARNING CENTER . . . SHE HAS NEVER BEEN AT THE EMPLOYEES COMPUTERS, NOR THESE, IN THE LAST MONTH . . . SO SOMEONE IS PUTTING HER UP TO IT, AND THERE ARE TWO COPS, OUT DIRECTING TRAFFIC, SO I ASKED THE EQUIVALENT TO THE PINK LADIES, BUT I GUESS, THE BLUE MEN, GUY, WHAT THE BOBCAT BACKHOE WAS DOING--MAKING MORE PARKING--NO, HE SAID, IT LOOKS LIKE THEY ARE JUST DIGGING UP THE SMALL GROUND COVER OR WEEDS IN THE AREA BETWEEN THE SIDEWALK AND THE ASPHALT! AS I CAME AROUND THE CORNER FROM EINTSEIN BROS. BAGELS, TO THE HOSPITAL, I NOTICED THEM, PROMPTLY TURNED AND WENT TO THE BUS SHELTER TO CATCH A BUS OVER TO THE LAW SCHOOL, AVOIDING THE POSSIBILITY, THAT ME RATTING OUT LOCAL COPS, AT THE SWIMMING POOL, WHO WHISKED THEIR FAMILIES THROUGH THE POOL PARTY AREA, RATHER THAN GOING INTO THE DRESSING ROOMS, LIKE YOU WOULD NORMALLY DO . . . SO THE UNIFIED POLICE FORCE, IS COVERING THEIR ASSES, LIKE NORMAL, AND GOING AFTER MINE, FOR DOING THE RIGHT THING, RATTING OUT DIRTY FUCKIN' COPS . . . ONE HAD ALMOST A BUZZ, FEW DAYS GROWTH, SALT AND PEPPER HAIR, WITH A VERY DISTINCT STREAK OF GREY ON ON ONE SIDE . . . THREE DAUGHTERS, A VERY BUSTY WIFE, TO BE EXPECTED, BUT SHE WAS A BIT PLUMP TOO, AND HE MAY HAVE HAD A VERY LARGE TATTOO, THICK, DECORATIVE SWIRLS, ALL OVER THE LEFT SHOULDER. ANOTHER COP, HAD A CROSS TATOO BETWEEN HIS SHOULDER BLADES, ABOUT 5 INCHES LONG, WITH OTHER STUFF ON THE SIDE . . . BUZZ HAIR . . . ABOUT A FEW DAYS GROWTH ALSO, AND A THIRD COP, SHOWED UP, ABOUT THE TIME THE POOL WAS CLOSING, SO? HE HAD LONGER HAIR, A REDHEADED WIFE, BOTH AVERAGE BUILD, AND THEY JUST SAT IN THE HOT TUB . . . BUT, I THINK THE LITTLE REDHEADED KID, WITH THE SHAVED HEAD, THAT REMINDED ME OF ELLIOT, MY SON, ROCK STAR, BUT AT AGE 9 OR 10, AND ALSO WITH A BLONDE HAIRED OLDER SISTER, WITH KIND OF SQUARE HIGH HIPS! THAT IS ABOUT THE BEST I CAN DO . . . ALTHOUGH THE TWO GIRLS WHO, DIDN'T SEEM WITH THE GROUP, ALONG WITH THE POSSIBLE VICTIM, IF THERE WAS ONE . . . MIGHT HAVE BEEN MISTAKEN FOR ME . . . I AM SURE THE MARINE WAS TOLD THAT I LOOKED YOUNGER THAN I AM . . . BUT THE CHICK HE TALKED TO, DIDN'T SEEM TO BE WITH THE STAGED CREW, ALL SHOWING UP WITH LITTLE TIME LEFT ON THE CLOCK . . . BUT SHE HAD SHOULDER LENGTH, BLONDE HAIR, APPEARED TO BE AN OLDER SIBLING, WATCHING A YOUNGER ONE, NOT GOING IN THE WATER, LOOKING VERY CUTE, AND SHE WAS ABOUT 20 SOMETHING, OR LATE TEENS, SO HE WAS WAY OFF ON HIS AGE, BUT I WAS IN THE WATER, MOST OR THE TIME DOING WATER AEROBICS, SO HE PROBABLY THOUGHT IT MUST BE HER . . . SINCE SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD REMOTELY FIT THE DESCRIPTION . . . HARD TO TELL AGES, YOUNGER GIRLS LOOK OLDER, OLDER ONES LOOK YOUNGER . . . BUT HE WAS WAY OFF! AS MANY HAVE BEEN IN THE PAST, FOLLOWING WOMEN WHO WERE MUCH YOUNGER OR MUCH OLDER THAN MYSELF . . . I CAN PULL OFF ABOUT 30 TO 60 ON ANY GIVEN DAY! LOL! BUT, THE MARINE, WAS SCOPING THE PLACE, WHEN I FIRST NOTICE HIM, AND THOUGHT HE WAS ACTING LIKE HE WAS LOOKING FOR ME, NOT THE NORMAL WAY OF GOING SWIMMING AND COPS HAD BEEN AFTER ME ALL MORNING, AND LATER MARINES HAD BEEN, AT THE CARAS PARK CAROSEL AND DISCOVERY CENTER . . . LATER, HE MADE HIS WAY OVER TO THIS YOUNG GIRL, AND WAS TALKING WITH HER . . . I WATCHED, FROM OVER BETWEEN THE TWO STAIRS, WHERE I LIKE TO DO SOME OF MY EXERCISES . . . HE CAME LATE, SO HE WOULD HAVE MISSED THE EXERCISES I DID, THAT WOULD HAVE REVEALED MY BLACK AND WHITE POKE-A-DOT SWIMSUIT, THAT I HAD WRITTEN IN . . . THE YOUNG CHICKS, MIGHT HAVE BEEN MISTAKEN BECAUSE OF THE MESH, THAT HAD HOLES, BUT NOT THE SIZE OF MY POKE-A-DOTS, BUT, WITHOUT SEEING MY SUIT, SHE WAS THE NEXT LIKELY CHOICE! HE DID, HOWEVER, COME GET IN THE HOT TUB WITH ME, BUT HE SEEMED IN A TRANCE LIKE STATE, ALMOST MEDITATING ON WHAT HE WAS GOING TO DO, WHICH STRUCK ME AS STRANGE . . . LAYING BACK, EYES CLOSED, AND FLOATING, RELAXING, BUT IT WAS INTENSE MEDITATION, LIKE HE WAS PREPARING FOR SOMETHING . . . I FELT SAFE BY THAT TIME, BECAUSE WHAT WAS HE GOING TO DO, KILL ME IN THE HOT TUB . . . NEVER CONSIDERED THE WOMEN'S LOCKER ROOM . . . BUT EASY! LOUD RACKET, WITH SHOWER GOING, GUN SHOT, COULD NOT HAVE BEEN HEARD--BY SWIMSUIT DRYER OR SPIN MACHINE, SCREAMING AND GOING CONSTANTLY FOR ABOUT 10 MINUTES, AT LEAST . . . HE COULD HAVE SMASHED THE FIRST STALL DOOR IN, BLOCKING ME FROM GETTING OUT, AND KILLED HER? I AM NOT PRIVY TO THE CIS AND SHERIFF'S REPORTS, BUT THEY MAY HAVE READ MINE, OR SOME OF THE POOL EMPLOYEES, I THINK DO, MANY PEOPLE IN MISSOULA READ IT, BECAUSE I AM WRITING ABOUT THE HOMETOWN, AND THE BLOG, ON 45 DIFFERENT SEARCH ENGINES, AND 5 VERSIONS, AT A MINIMUM OF BLOG MESSED UP TITLES, LIKE THE FIRST ONE, BAD CON LAW CHICK, RATHER THAN BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK . . . START OF THE STEAL! FOR ALL IN KNOW, THE YOUNGER WOMAN, SENT BABY BROTHER INTO THE MEN'S DRESSING ROOMS, AND SHE FOLLOWED ME, AND WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER, HE COULD HAVE COME IN AND KILLED HER, AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE SHOWER STALL, THAT HAD BEEN HAMMERED SHUT, WITHOUT ME BEING ABLE TO MOVE IT ONE CENIMETER! I FELT STRONGLY, THAT I SHOULD TAKE MY TIME, SEEING THE WEIGHT MACHINES OUTSIDE, GETTING A DRINK, AND NOTICING RUST ON THE METAL . . . "WE RUST", NEW CD, "THE DITCH AND THE DELTA" MUSIC, THE REASON? BUT, I DID TAKE MUCH MORE TIME IN THE SHOWER THAN I NORMALLY DO, JUST RINSING OFF AFTER GETTING A CLOROX BATH FOR ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF PER DAY, FOLLOWED BY A RINSE, TO GET THE CHLORINE OFF! THIS REMINDS ME OF THE POOR SOUL, DRIVING THE FORD TAURUS OUTSIDE, MISSOULA, CONOCO OR PHILLIPS STATION, HIGH ENOUGH AWNINGS TO ALLOW FOR AN RV . . . BUT, I AM SURE THE COPS, THOUGHT IT WAS ME . . . I DROVE UNDER THE AWNING AND NOTICED THE OTHER TAURUS, AND WAITED . . . KNOWING FULL WELL, THEY WERE AFTER ME, FROM BEING WARNED BY A HAMILTON COP, THE NIGHT BEFORE, WITH FIVE EITHER HIGHWAY PATROL, LINING THE FREEWAY, WITH BRIGHTS, RIGHT UP TO THE WHITE LINE, ON THE OUTSIDE LANE, SO I TRANSFERED LANES, SIGNALING FOR SURE (SANDRA BLAND) BUT MAYBE, MOVING INTO THE FAR LANE, MADE A T-BONING ACCIDENT, MORE MESSY . . . BUT, WITH AN UNSUSPECTING VICTIM, DRIVER, BEING HIT BY COPS, AS FIRST RESPONDERS, AND ME COMING BY, WITH THE WHEELS OF THE CAR IN THE MEDIUM OR CENTER GRASS AREA, UPSIDE DOWN, WITH ABOUT 7 OR 8 SQUAD CARS, LIGHTS FLASHING, ALREADY ON THE SCENE, PROBABLY WERE BEFORE THE CAR WENT THROUGH, HITTING IT, NOW WITH SERVERAL COPS TO TESTIFY TO WHATEVER FUCKIN' STORY THEY WANTED TO MAKE UP, LIKE . . . WE GOT JOANN S. SECRIST, ATTORNEY, WHO JUST HAPPNED TO FALL ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL, TRAVELING AT NIGHT, BUT THAT NIGHT IT WAS JUST AFTER DUSK, SO I WAITED FOR ABOUT A HALF HOUR, UNTIL JUST ABOUT DARK, THEN SAW THE ACCIDENT, RIGHT AROUND HALLOWEEN, BECAUSE I HAD BEEN HIDING AT THE SPIRIT OF HALLOWEEN SHOP, AT THE TIME ON BROOKS STREET, THE NIGHT BEFORE, WHEN I LEFT AT MIDNIGHT FOR HAMILTON . . . BUT ON THE NIGHT, I ALLEGEDLY DIED, IT MUST HAVE ONLY BEEN AROUND 7, MAYBE EARLIER, GIVEN THE TIME CHANGE AND HOW EARLY IT GETS DARK IN THE WINTER . . . MISTAKEN TAURUS, MISTAKEN SWIMSUIT AND WOMAN OR GIRL? I AM STILL ALIVE AND KICKING . . . I CIRCLED THE BUS SHELTER ON BROADWAY, FOLLOWED ANOTHER EMPLOYEE INTO THE HOSPITAL ON THE LOWER FLOOR, NEAR THE LEARNING CENTER, CHECKED IN AT THE RESTROOM FIRST, THEN INTO DO THE BLOG, SHORTER THAN NORMAL, BUT JUST AS POWERFUL, MAYBE MORE . . . BUT THIS UGLY BITCH, ON THE COMPUTERS, SAME ONE AS YESTERDAY, SURE ON THE PAYROLL OF THE COP/SISTER CREW, SISBRO INC., WITH VALIDATION FROM MY INTEL GUY, GOD . . . THIS MORNING, I LEFT THE POV, AT ABOUT 6:30 A.M., GETTING TO EINSTEINS BROS. AT ABOUT 7:00 A.M., CHECK WALMART MONEY CARD, ENDING IN NUMBERS 0192 . . . SHELLEY, PROBABLY HAD MY OLD NUMBER, ENDING IN 1944, BECAUSE WHEN IT BECAME TIME TO GET ANOTHER CARD, WALMART MAILED ON TO ME, THAT NEVER CAME, OR DID AND JOHN BAGBY, ANOTHER DICK ON THE PAYROLL, INTERCEPTED IT, BECAUSE I HAD IT MAILED TO HIS ADDRESS! SHELLEY STEALS THE OLD ONES, TAKES THE NUMBERS, TO MAKE INVESTIGATORS THINK, THAT I AM THE FRAUD, GETTING THE NEW ONE . . . FRANK OF INTERPOL, STOLE THE CARD BEFORE MY 1944, FORCING ME TO CHANGE TO THAT, AND THEN, JOHN INTERCEPTED THAT ONE, AND I HAD TO GET THE 0192, SEEMINGLY THE NEW ONE . . . BUT, I USED THE CARD THIS MORNING TO GET A BLUEBERRY BAGEL WITH STRAWBERRY CREAM CHEESE, AND A DIET COKE . . . CHOICES OF NAMES ON DIET COKE, ONE WAS "RACHEL", I TOOK THE ONE THAT HAD "ANGIE" ON IT . . . I HAVE SAID, I LOOKED LIKE ANGIE DICKENSON, BACK IN THE DAY . . . CHICK AT POV, MS. PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE, KEEPS SAYING, YOU LOOK, JUST LIKE MERYLE STREEP, WHAT I THINK SISTER "RACHEL" LOOKS LIKE, ALMOST EXACTLY, NOSE AND ALL, HAIR ABOUT THE SAME COLOR AND LENGTH! I HAVE A MUCH MORE CHISELED LOOK . . . BUT EASY TO CHECK OUT! ON THE WALK TO EINSTEINS BROS., A WHITE OLDER IMPALA, DROVE BY, SYMBOLISING SHELLEY, SHE USED TO DRIVE A SILVER ONE, IN ABOUT 2004 OR THERE ABOUT, SO THAT SHOWS RELATED TO HER . . . AND THE COPS, THINK I AM HER, AND SHE IS ME . . . WATCH 48 HOURS, "THE PRETENDER" WITH CHRISTIAN LONGO, IMPERSONATING, MICHAEL FINKEL, REPORTER FOR THE NEW YORK TIMES, WHO LIED ABOUT SOMETHING HE REPORTED ON, AND GOT FIRED, BUT CHRISTIAN LONGO, AFTER KILLING HIS WIFE AND THREE CHILDREN, BECOMES FINKEL, AND FINKEL LATER BEFRIENDED LONGO, WROTE A BOOK ON THE STORY, AND SAID . . . LONGO PRETENDED TO BE HIM, AND PLAYED HIM BETTER THAN HE EVEN PRESENTED HIMSELF! SHELLEY IS A STOGGIE OLD BITCH, CRUSTY, BELIEVES THAT LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS, AND CAN SIT IN A HOUSE FOR A YEAR STRAIGHT, NEVER LEAVE, HELL, I WAS AT THE OXFORD BY 3:00 A.M., GETTING A "GARBAGE" OMLET . . . LOVED THE CUTE, YOUNG WOMEN, WHO CROSSED ME AS SHE WENT IN THE OXFORD BATHROOM, AT ABOUT THAT TIME, GLANCING UP TO THE EGYPTIAN WOMAN, WITHOUT A TOP, WITH THE DUDE FROM EGYPT, MAYBE KING TUT, STARING STRAIGHT AT HER BOOBS, WHICH I HAD WRITTEN ABOUT . . . MS. BLONDE BOB HAIR CUT, BLACK TIGHTS, BLACK SKIRT, GRAY SWEATER, BLACK JACKET, ALONG WITH 4 OR 5 FRIENDS, ALSO ORDERED THE "GARBAGE" OMLET! LOL! I ASKED THE CHEF, DUDE WHO HAS WORKS

NSA BLOCKING ME WRITING ABOUT CHEF AT THE OXFORD . . . PROBABLY ON THE LYING PAYROLL, SAYING SUE, OR RACHEL, OR SHELLEY, OR WHOMEVER THE FUCK WAS AT THE OXFORD, GETTING "GARBAGE" OMLET, MORNING OF 7/27/2015, PAID FOR MY, "GARBAGE" OMLET, WITH CASH!  5 OTHER "GARBAGE" OMLETS, WERE ORDERED AT ABOUT THE SAME TIME, SUNDAY MORNING!  THE CHEF, WHEN I TOLD HIM, I WROTE ABOUT HIS SPECIALTY OMLETS, IN MY BLOG, LOOKED AT ME, AS IF . . . YOU!  THEY ARE MESSY TO MAKE, TAKE TIME, FRESH CUT, TOMATOES, GREEN PEPPERS, MUSHROOMS, SAUGAGE, CHEESE, ETC., BUT WAY WORTH IT . . . CAN'T TYPE ANY MORE IN TITLE, PROBABLY BLOCK THIS ALONG TIME AGO . . . EDIT ANYTHING THAT MAKES IT PERSONAL TO ME, GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKERS . . . I AM ME, I HANG AT THE OXFORD, AND OTHER LOCAL PLACES . . . AND, LOVE THAT THE COLLEGE CROWD READS MY BLOG, KNEW ABOUT BOOBS ON EGYPTIAN CHICK, TOPLESS, AND EATS, "GARBAGE" OMLETS, AT 3:00 A.M.!

THIS IS MY ONLY PAY, TO KNOW YOU DIG MY WRITING!  THANKS, BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, ME, JOANN S. SECRIST . . . DUDE WITH THE CAST, WORKING AT THE POVERELLO, ASKED ME WHY I WAS GOING SO EARLY . . . DIDN'T GO INTO DETAILS, BUT HE DID GOOGLE, THE HOURS OF THE "LAUGHING GRIZZLY BEAR" RESTAURANT TO SEE IF IT WAS OPEN 24 HOURS, IT LOOKS LIKE A FUN PLACE TO EAT . . . AND IT WAS ON MY WAY TO FRESH LIFE CHURCH, ACROSS RESERVE, NEAR UHAUL, BLUE AWNING, AND HS, SOME TYPE OF HEALTH SERVICES . . .BUT, THEY WERE NOT OPEN, UNTIL 7:00 A.M., WAY TOO LATE FOR THIS EARLY BIRD, ASK THE BITCH, WHO TRIED TO GET THE COMPUTER . . . DUMB HAG, GONE TO LUNCH AT THE POV, RIGHT NOW . . . I AM GOING INTO EAT AT THE "BLARNY STONE GRILL!"  REAL FOOD, GREAT PRICES . . . WILL PUT IT ON MY CREDIT CARD, ENDING IN 0192, OR RATHER, WALLY'S WORLD CASH CARD, HAVEN'T HAD A CREDIT CARD, SINCE 2000 WHEN I GOT POISONED, BUT SHELLEY HAS, UNDER MY NAME, APPLYING FOR EVERY LINE OF CREDIT SHE COULD GET, IN THE "BANDIT" STAGE OF STEALING "GOD'S REVOLVER" MUSIC, BACK IN ABOUT 2006 OR 2007, BY, 2008, HARD ROCK BAND OF THE YEAR!  LOVE YOU ELLIOT, SO PROUD!  LOVE MOM . . . GOOD LUCK ON TOURS . . . WILL PUMP YOUR MUSIC, MAYBE TOMORROW!  LOVE IT!  OLD ROCKERS WILL . . .

P.S., the reason, I wrote about homicide and the possibility of there being another chick, instead of me, that was murdered, just guessing, is that staff came in a woke someone up at around 4:30 A.M., so I got up and went to the restroom, speaking to the blonde staff, who was up waking someone up for work, or something . . . but, I went back to bed, and couldn't go to sleep, or just drifted in and out of sleep, enough to have the same dream or whatever it was, that I had a black and white, baseball hat on, black, on three sides, but white in the front side, black beak, but on the white front panel, of the quad, there were large black letters, block all caps, that said, "HOMICIDE" leaving me wondering what exactly that meant, that there was actually a homicide, because I am not dead, but each time I closed my eyes, thinking I was dismissing this version of me wearing this hat . . . maybe to shed some light on the dead body, but it made me think, that either I was not the target of the hit, or that the Marine made a mistake, especially being so much older than she was, thinking the woman he killed was me . . . and off to the side, someone, said, or added, ATTEMPTED HOMICIDE . . . SO, MAYBE THE COPS CHECKED OUT MY STORY ON THE SHOWER STALL, AND FOUND, THAT YES, IT WAS JAMMED SHUT, AND THE STAFF COULD TESTIFY TO THE SWIMSUIT MACHINE BEING OUT OF SORTS, BECAUSE I ALSO REPORTED THAT, AND SOMEONE ALREADY HAD REPORTED IT . . . ONE OF THE TWO FAT CHICKS WHO GOT OUT OF THE POOL ABOUT 5 MINUTES BEFORE ME . . . NOT IN ON THE GIG!  OR COULD IT HAVE BEEN THE MURDERER?  I ALSO REPORTED, AND THE FRONT COUNTER GIRL, SAID, YEAH, WE ARE ON THAT!  OR WAS I BEING FRAMED FOR THIS GIRL'S MURDER?  SEEING THE SHERIFF SUV, AND THE SHERIFF VEHICLE, AND THE CIS WHITE VAN, LEADS ME TO BELIEVE THAT SOMETHING MORE IS GOING ON DOWN THERE AT THE SWIM POOL OR THE AQUATIC CENTER?  BUT, I WROTE ABOUT IT IN MY BLOG, LONG BEFORE ANYONE WAS UP, SUNDAY MORNING, STARTING ABOUT 5:30 A.M., NO MACHINES THAT CAN'T BE MANIPULATED ON TIME, LIKE MY COMPUTER, THAT ALWAYS REPORTED WHERE THE ONES CONTROLING MY COMPUTER WERE LOCATED, OR REPORTING PACIFIC TIME FOR KAY, IN SANTA BARBARA OR SHELLEY, IN CALIFORNIA TOO, OR AT TIMES, SHOWING CHICAGO TIME . . . NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, EITHER DENVER OR MONTANA TIME, MOUNTAIN, WHERE I ALWAYS WAS!  THAT IS WHY I DITCHED MY COMPUTER, NEXT ONE, I AM HAVING TONS OF FIREWALLS, THAT WERE DOWN, ON THE NEW ONE I TURNED BACK IN, JUST THE 15TH OR 16TH, ACER, AT TARGET, $149.00, RETURN . . . I WILL CONTROL MY COMPUTER!  SO FUCK THE BITCHES AND THE NSA, MORMON CONTROLLED MINIONS, USEFUL IDIOTS, AND TALKING TOYZ, GIRLZ!

SIGNED, SINNING IN MONTANA JOANNA . . . LOL!  I GUESS MURDER DOESN'T COUNT AS A SIN, BUT SWEARING DOES, SO BAD, ON A SCALE OF 1 TO 10, TO THIS CROWD, MURDER IS JUST COLLATERAL DAMAGE IN THIS WAR AGAINST ME . . . BUT SWEARING IS THE UNPARDONABLE SIN!  LOL!  TYPICAL MO MUFFIN!  FAKE BOOBS AND ALL!  LOL!

Sunday, July 26, 2015

STURGIS, HARLEY DAVIDSON, COLT 45, HARDER . . . SHE ROCKED THE CRADLE OF LOVE . . . EVERYTHING'S BETTER WET . . . JUNGLE LOVE--IT'S MAKING ME MAD, IT'S MAKING ME CRAZY . . . LIFE'S A PARTY, SO GET OUT AND STRUT! LOL! FUNNY OR DIE . . . HEALTHY WITH A SIDE OF HAPPY--SHIRTLESS CLEOPATRA WITH EGYPTIAN DUDE WATCHING HER--PART OF OLD MULLIGAN'S STRIP JOINT--SEEMS MISSOULA HAS SEEN WILDER TIMES! LOL! BUT, HEY, NEVER FEAR, NAKED BIKE RACE IS HERE! LOL! GREAT CELTIC FESTIVAL YESTERDAY, THANKS TO SPONSORS, ALWAYS, IT WAS FREE, AND SHEAR DELIGHT . . . REDHEADED, FRECKLE CONTEST . . . TOO BAD MY HANDSOME REDHEAD, GUITARIST FOR "THE DITCH AND THE DELTA" IS NOT IN TOWN--LITTLE RED HEADED BOY AT SWIMMING POOL, REMINDED ME OF ELLIOT, A ROCK STAR, LONG BEFORE HE STARTED TO PLAY IN A BAND! LOL! CELTIC BANDS, CRACIERS NOT CRACKERS . . .TRANSLATED IN GAILIC, MEANS, HAPPY, FUN, EXCITED . . . CELTIC DANCERS, AMAZINGLY COOL, AND INSPIRED ME . . . GAVE THE SLIP JIG TO THE COPS, BEFORE GOING TO THE FESTIVAL--LUCK OF THE IRISH WAS WITH ME--T-SHIRT--IRISH AND BAD ASS! I WILL GO FOR THAT, ONE SONG, CRACIER BAND PLAYED, MEMORIALIZED STRUGGLES IN THE MINES IN BUTTE, COOL HISTORY, WE OWE A LOT TO THAT IRISH CREW, STAND UP GUYS/GALS, SUPPORTED THE FINNISH MINERS, LOST 168 IN FIRE IN THE MINE, 15 SHOT BY GOVERNMENT FOR STRIKING, FEDS FORCED THEM BACK TO WORK, FIRST LABOR UNIONS, REALLY HISTORY OF AMERICAN LABOR, IN BUTTE . . . LYRICS FROM SONG: "TELL GOD AND THE DEVIL THEY CAN TRY, BUT TODAY'S NOT GOING TO BE THE DAY WE DIE!" DITTO . . . CAN YOU CALL IT ANYTHING, BUT ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT . . . LOCKED IN WOMEN'S SHOWER, DOOR SMASHED, COULDN'T OPEN, SWIMMING RINGER, GOING AS LOUD AS POSSIBLE, NOT SHUTTING OFF . . . NOBODY IN LOCKER ROOM, EXCEPT ME--WHERE IT EVERYONE GO? STRANGE ASSASSIN TYPE GUY IN SWIMMING POOL, WITH FAMILIES AND TEENS, LOOKED UP TO NO GOOD . . . HAD TO CRAWL UNDER SHOWER DOOR, PUSHED IN SO FAR, COULDN'T BUDGE LATCH, OR UNLOCK . . . FINE WHEN I WENT IN . . . TONY'S MARINE KILLING MACHINE, USMC, SEMPRA FI . . . FOREVER FAITHFUL TO WHAT? I AM ABOUT AS AMERICAN AS YOU CAN GET! NEWS FLASHES: PRESIDENT OBAMA, CONNECTING WITH KENYA, LAYING IT ON THE LINE ON CORRUPTION IN GOVERNMENT AND BUSINESS, KEEPING WOMEN DOWN, TREATING FEMALES LIKE SECOND CLASS CITIZENS, RENOUNCING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, HITTING ON FEMALE CIRCUMCISION--CAN YOU REMIND THE COPS TOO!--STANDING TOGETHER AGAINST TERRORISM, U.S. STANDING BY KENYA IN FIGHT--GREAT JOB PREZ., AS ALWAYS! FIRE AT LAS VEGAS CASINO, INGNITED FROM SOME PLASTIC STUFF AT THE POOL AREA, PATRONS EVACUATED; TWO MEN CALL IN 911, BOTH AT THE SAME TIME, SAME INCIDENT, ROAD RAGE . . . ONE ENDED UP DEAD, THE OTHER NOW FACING MURDER CHARGES! WORTH IT? THINK SO? GET YOUR TEMPERS UNDER CONTROL! GOVERNOR CHRIS CRISTI, SCOLDING CITIZEN, WHEN ACCUSED OF BEING ANTI-GUNS; SENATOR TED CRUSE, ACCUSES SENATE LEADER, MITCH MCCONNELL OF "OUT RIGHT LYING" ABOUT BILL . . . KEEP THEM HONEST!

Irish Luck!

 
After cop hell, yesterday morning, before Celtic Festival, ditching my phone, that was making beeps, about every 10 minutes, seemingly leading cops in my direction . . . I got to actually sit and relax under the partly cloudy, Missoula skies, to enjoy good music, good dance and good food . . . I finally got to try a pastie and it was tasty!  As I sat and watched all the festivities, the large crowd, that was more like ants, covering everything, without much room anywhere, which is exactly what a festival should be, I could not help, thinking what a great contribution the Irish have made to this country, by way of history, Butte's is amazing, labor, mining, dance, song, Irish pride, making St. Patrick's Day so much fun . . . got to spend it in Butte, like I wanted to, and digging on an Irish boy, Kennedy!  But, we are so fortunate here in America, to have such rich cultures, making up our melting pot culture here in America . . . I wondered, what is our traditional American dance, square dancing?  The American waltz? 
 
Pretty creepy that I don't know the answer to that!  I thought of the amazingly colorful Indian traditional dances, now the Irish, and last week the Greek, and I wondered what our children were preserving, what traditions, what dances, colors, handed down from generation to generation . . . Americans, saving the traditions of the countries they all came or migrated from?  Perhaps.  Both sides of my ancestry, come from England, so what is my dance?  I thought of my love for Shakespeare and the Green Shows on the lawns of Southern Utah University where my Grandmother taught in the English Department and helped Fred Adams, start the Utah Shakespearean Festival, in Cedar City, Utah.  The dancers and performers, where traditional British garb, from the Bard's time period, is that the dance, the costumes that I should have taught my children?  I wondered, as the young woman, director of the Celtic dancers, talked of her mother, teaching her and her sister how to dance, now they are sharing their talents, worldwide, with the dancers just getting back from Japan, who also has customs and traditional dances . . . so what about us, Americans, the Wild, Wild West?

"It's Down the Hole Jack . . . Where You'll Never See."  Lyrics to Mining Song

This great mother, who's children are blessing nations, needed someone to play the music of the Irish, so she got a few kids, whom she knew played traditional Irish music, including her son, and they put together a Celtic band, cool music, new age of Irish music, never leaving the old favorites, like St. Patrick's Day March or whatever it is called, but how absolutely cool and inspiring!  I did, however see, some dude with a kilt, man's skirt on, and cowboy boots!  LOL!  Very cool!  All in all, thank you to the people, the families, there were several Irish Clans, that had booths set up, so family members could connect and hook into family activities and reunions.  I love the Irish, the colors, the redheaded connection, while my son, Elliot, often called the Red Jesus by fans of his bands throughout the years, is an English, German combo kid . . . he could fool anyone, that he is a Bad Ass Irishman . . . other than the fact, that he is too nice--he doesn't have the fighting Irish spirit!  LOL!  It took this young redhead, 21 years to get mad enough at his torturous older brother, Chris, who had done what older brothers across the world do, tease, punch, and boss little brothers around, but finally, Elliot go egged on by the bros common friends, to punch Chris back, while the two were wrestling for fun!  They were both a bit hesitant to tell me what happened to Chris' lip, about double the size of normal . . . the Bible said, Let not your children contend one with another . . . so, I followed that, but, behind closed doors or out of sight, I know Chris took advantage of his older status and bigger build, three years Elliot's senior, but now, Elliot, has arms about twice the size of Chris!  LOL . . . the closest of brothers!
 
Oh, and I want to thank, St. Patrick's Hospital . . . always use their computers, after I ditch mine, being compromised by government!

Slip Jigged the Cops, Now the U.S. Marine Corp!

On the way to the festival, I was listening to music on my new, $9.98 radio, that I absolutely love, can walk down the street, rockin' out!  But, on the way to the weekly Farmer's Market, that led on to the Celtic Festival, I was listening to a local rock station . . . not familiar enough to remember or know the name of the station, but it played one of my favorite songs, especially to dance to . . . and it reminds me so much of meeting James Kennedy, because he tried ever stupid pick up line in the book with me, but this song, tells him to drop the lines, and keep his hands to himself!  LOL!  I would say, that puts our first meeting about right!  LOL!  But, this line and song made me think of James, which doesn't take much . . . I think of that movie, 50 First Dates with Drew Berrimore and Adam Saddler, where she suffers from short term memory loss, and every day, has to be reminded who he, Saddler is, until one day, he goes to visit her, in some institution, where she went so her family and he, didn't have to put up with her challenges, where she could just paint and do her art work . . . and he asks her, if she remembers him, because it had been some time and she said no, but then she looked at all her pictures, and everyone of them had his face on it! 
 
James or any man, has sort of the same challenge, because my last two husbands, and maybe my second husband also, and maybe in collusion with my first, has burned me, tried to facilitate the theft of my identity, my children, all so people could get a cut of my son's music money, or mine blog money, or claim to whatever . . . so my trust level is about nothing, and rightly so, probably, much better than it should be at this point.  I think that everyone is an undercover cop, or an assassin, or involved, because that has been my experience . . . and Kennedy, may, have been a bounty hunter or an assassin, hired to kill me, or had a hit on me, very common, but actually, fooled around and fell in love, or claimed to have.  But, having not seen him since March, my mind has done all kinds of mental gymnastics, wondering this or that, when in reality, he is the one, who took all the risks, put it out there, and tried to be together, but that may have been to kill me!  LOL!  But, seeing a double and knowing how that works, seeing a guy in Durango, that looked so much like Kennedy, to be his younger brother, making me take a double take, leaves me to wonder, if he has been with a sister, Rachel, like my intel tells me, and he too is lying about, exactly whom he was with in Butte?
 
But, yesterday was kind of cool, that song about keeping your hands to yourself, and a vision of two almost identical Harley Davidson motorcycles, sitting side by side, one with the original stamped impression of the motorcycle seal, and the other one, with just the words, Harley Davidson written on the bike, made it almost look like a copycat bike?  But, it also, symbolised to me, that it is in fact the double, who is with sister, Rachel, parading around on the back of a bike, pretending to be me, with a guy who looks like James Kennedy . . . he struck me as too smart to be with her!  James seemed to be authentic, once he got over the pick up lines, that I am sure work, about 99% of the time, but not with this untrusting soul . . . in addition to being a bit old fashioned, wanting to actually get to know a guy, before messing around too much, desires aside!  LOL!  I thought, if he was a cop, he was smarter than the average cop, who has little more than a high school education . . . he told me the Kennedy Clan, boy cousins, all 51 of them, are either, federal cops or bikers, try both?  So, the fact that he told me he had been married to a CIA chick and a deputy sheriff, made me even more suspicious, and then him telling me I should go work for the SHERIFFS office, are you kidding me, made me even more stand-offish!  Me and cops, are you kidding, is this a joke?  LOL!  But, seeing the two bikes one real and the other appearing to be fake, made me feel better . . . the assholes I have been dealing with in the last 3 years, want to punish and part of that is going with sisters or ex-best friends, to make the pain felt!  So, I wasn't too thrilled to think, that Jame told me to meet him in Durango . . . although, I told him, that I was not coming, changed my mind, but didn't tell him, but figured if he was a cop, he would know that I came . . . but thinking that, I figured, he stood me up, and then met Rachel, busty and looking a lot like the woman, on the back of his sweatshirt, the day we met, thinking she was much more his type, at least on the surface!

Death to the Lover . . . Here is Where the U.S.M.C. Comes In!

So, after the festival, I start walking over to the Missoula Aquatic Center, but, walk along the river walk, coming to the cool, old, original Merry-Go-Round contained in this old building, with a great gift shop, some unique items, and fun treats.  But, with feds there is one thing, that, they always make contact with me, not the other way around, generally don't talk to anyone, unless they talk first, as this guy did . . . so I am getting out of the heat, or so I think, but, there is a water cooler, actually two, sitting there, and this guy, starts checking it out and says something, so I then, engage in a conversation about water and the heat.  He struck me as FBI, but, innocent until proven guilty, so I just keep an eye on him, and he walks over to what appears to be his wife, so okay, so far, so good, but that could have been a cover, or just someone else he was talking to, to cover, but eventually, he walks outside and starts talking on the phone with someone . . . and he is looking straight at me, and in my position, I can't afford a mistake, that could mean my life, and you will see that I am not just being paranoid!  So, I decide to slide out, while he is not watching, but I slide into a trap, the the Children's Discovery Museum that has mirrors on both sides, as you walk into this maze of kids fun, but a Steven King, type fun house, feel to me . . . so, I turn, and decide to just play it cool, wait the guy out, and watch the kids and adult going round and round.  Me and some very cute mother of 6, who didn't look old enough to be the mother of anyone, let alone a 27 year old, had a fun conversation for a few minutes.
 
I pop my colorful umbrella, that is starting a trend among the brave and young, who don't really give a rat's ass about what people think, and they are protecting their skin from the sun, as I am, plus taking my shade with me . . . but as I reenter the sun, I see a U.S.M.C. sticker in the back of this truck's window, and just as I notice it, I notice, three very beefy guys, just standing, strangely together, just outside the exit from the Discovery Center that felt like a death trap to me, just minutes earlier, maybe this is why, they didn't appear to have wives, nor children, and looked like they were up to no good, and I had just written in my blog that day, or just wrote the name of an author, with totally symbolic meaning, Tony Kellerman or Tony Killerman . . . Kennedy?  Tony is the Marine, Harvard engineer, that I rented from last year; however, Tony, came and offered me a room to rent, a great deal, wonderful location, and great digs to live in, backing up to the river, and close to the law school on the other side, where I like to go and type my blog . . . but, how did he know I needed a place to rent, which is how he approached me?  It seems to me, that there are all these retired, FBI, CIA, called REDs or Retired and Extremely Dangerous, that the government calls in for special operations, such as taking me down!  In their structural organization, it appears that there are like town captains, or leaders, who have the most experience, and they step in and take charge at the spur of the moment.  The song, When I Ruled the World . . . fits . . . what do they have to lose, and easy to bribe, bring in, and use . . . already in place! 
 
Tony had wined and dined me, then appeared to do a bait and switch deal, where he makes it look like he is with me, but after a time, he substitutes one of the fraud broads in, standing in for me, and then makes in appear, or is free to lie and say that she is me, carrying on the illusion that he is with the attorney, bringing her in on the water compact, being allegedly one of the ranchers with a vested interest, having a ranch in St. Ignatius.  Then, due to his reputation as a good guy, people don't question the change, because he acts like this new, Joann, is really the original, JoAnn, who wrote the constitutional analysis and testified at the 2013 Montana Legislative Session, helping to stop the compact for further review . . . later, to act, as if, JoAnn, really, Joann, has seen the light, and now is totally for the compact!  Scream, it is just as unconstitutional as it was back in 2013, and ram-rodded through, cheating 300,000 Montanans out of their water rights, or control over those rights!  This pattern has been done over and over again, until they have completely erased my very existence, and they are trying, but just haven't had the right assassin yet!  Not LOL!  That comes next . . . so, I sneak past this crew of three, then four, another guy, goes and stands post, near a tree, where I had just walked and watched the guys, all appearing to be Tony's boys, Marines, all looking for me . . . now, what they are going to do once they get me is any one's guess . . . but Tony is Shelley's boy, and on that side, clearly, and I had just referred to him as the one that would have Kennedy killed!  Or suggested that, by the author of the book, I saw sitting in a car window, right after doing something with or thinking about, lover boy, Kennedy.  A great escape indeed!

Holding the Hand of Jesus . . . No Doubt!

I have many enemies, many dangers, take many risks . . . but just as I was leaving the park, I looked over and noticed a t-shirt, barely, that had the hands of a man, appearing to be Jesus with white and light blue robes, just the hand part, showing robes, and reaching out and hold a little child's hand . . . today, that little child was me . . . cops in the morning, Marines in the afternoon, what would tonight bring . . . it ended up, what I would say, as the closest I have come to being killed, in the perfect place for an assassination, totally clean, easy, nobody around, in a shower, covered by an loud obnoxious sound, swimming suit dryer, screaming loud, with the lid permanently up, so the sound didn't stop!  But for the grace of God, I would be dead, no doubt, no joke, and a very close call from all I could tell, with the gut feeling, this guy was bad news, but doubting that he could get close to me . . . old crusty looking Marine . . . scary, out of place, determined, relaxing before the kill?  Let me set the scene, and you see what you think, paranoid, or right spot on, straight up!  A HIT!+

The Man Who Knew Too Much . . . Dove, Not Hawk, May Have Stopped the War in Vietnam, Allan Rex Bess, Client/Husband or so I thought!

Just by way of history, to make some sense of this bull shit, and threats . . . Tony, and other Marines like him, love war, they are hawks, and most of them very Republican, in fact, I was at a Republican training, back last summer, when I met Tony, who is allegedly an Independent!  But, Allan Rex Bess, the real, not Frank, on Interpol, who claimed to be a platoon leader in Vietnam, stating that he brought 83 men into battle and the ones who listened to him, came out alive and the ones who didn't died, leaving 52 men, in his charge . . . the real, Allan, never went to battle, was Intel, and begged to go into battle, seeing the large number of casualties, and statistics of the dead in Vietnam, he was offered a position at some Ambassador's place in another part of the world, eventually staged a nervous break down, to get out of the Marines, whom he had lost faith in, and President Richard Nixon got him out or signed his release papers, which I have seen.  The fake Allan, used to say, Imagine a little boy from Parowan, Utah . . . seemingly distanced and in shock, and Allan probably helped convince President Nixon to end the war . . . he had a hot line to the President and knew where every nuclear missile in the world was!  I think at the time I met him and defended him, the government had full intentions of getting rid of him, but I got him off, on a set up, saving him, up to 45 years in prison!  He got 3 years probation . . . I believe when I started to like Allan, who told jail mates that he was going to marry his attorney, they just up and killed him, because he had sued the government and I had too, he won, against the USA and the VA, for trying to kill him, and injuring his brain, or taking part of it out . . . matched what they did to me, poisoning me and trying to kill me, but failed to calculate just how close I lived to my work, so the poison, just slowly worked its way into my system!  But, eventually, they got Allan, and brought in this fuckin' Frank, whom I did marry, thinking it was Allan, although, subconsciously knowing it was not, never had sex with either of them, and Frank always wore cowboy boots, and a hat, plus large stuffed coats!
 
This group of Marines, may have hated him, before they ever knew me, or he was at least on their radar screen, following him for years after he got out of the Marines, killing all the men he had served with . . . he was for one, a lucky one.  But, I don't know how much this plays into the current situation, but it could have an effect . . . mean ass Marine in the swimming pool!  One of Tony's boys, as were the other four, earlier in the day.

Appeared to Me, that The Near Empty Pool at 4:00 P.M., Filled Up with Cop  Families!

So, I entered the pool, and there were only about 5 other people in the pool.  I thought this was a great time to come, not fight with kids for space and seniors for lapse!  LOL!  But, within about a half an hour, several families came in . . . I watched the dads, most with shaved heads, appearing cop like to me, and bossy with their wives, telling them how to handle the babies in the pool, and watching overprotective like.  But, I am a student of human behavior and I could tell this particular dad, was pissed when his little swimmer was trying to get passed me, and she reached out her hand to get my help, and of course, being the nice person, they love to demonize, I helped her, and she was smiling and thanked me, as her dad, watched with what appeared to be disdain . . . it is much harder to hate someone, who just helped your child!  LOL!  But, all the families looked, kind of like that.  There was one kid, a red haired kid of about 9, who reminded me so much of Elliot at that age, with his summer shaved head, that always drove me crazy . . . but he was climbing up the rock wall, and I thought, I hope that is symbolic of his band climbing the rock wall in the world, rockin' the charts or the stage!  Love The DITCH and the DELTA and all his former bands.  It also brought back other memories . . . of Elliot being a little rock star, for a different reason, being up hiking, and me telling Elliot, that if he threw rocks in the stream, he had to make sure that there was nobody in front of him . . . the kids, all four, went up the mountain, while I read a book, relaxing in the shade of the trees, when all of the sudden, I heard this blood curdling sound of a scream, and Chris came running down the hills, with a huge ass head wound, bleeding like head wounds do . . . yeah, a six inch rock, Elliot, who was pretty little, 5 years old, as I recall, picked up a rock and threw it allegedly in the river, but it took a stop on Chris' head first!  ROCK STAR!  Foreshadowing of things to come!  LOL!

NSA shit going on again . . . stopping, want me to "save" so they can join the blog . . . FUCK NO!  But on with the story . . .

I was going to write, that I got out of the pool at 5:45 P.M. in time to get dressed and out the door by 6:00 closing time.  Two teen girls, the only ones, that appeared to be independent of the cop families, and the old crusty ass, mean faced Marine, got out just before me.  I heard them in the dressing room while I was getting dressed, and I got the feeling, that I should take my time, and so I did a special treatment on my hair, taking a bit longer in the shower.  As I was doing my hair, all the sudden the swimsuit drier machine turned on, and never turned off, so annoying, that it drove me crazy, and I wondered what the fuck these two chicks were doing . . . then I thought, was it blow dryers, but it was too loud, and it was pissing me off!  But, I stayed in and did my hair treatment.  I never heard anyone come in,  no moms, no kids, generally, the dressing room is filled with kids, screaming, not wanting to change clothes, hungry and tired, but tonight was different.  I went to get out of the shower, got dressed inside, and wanted to hurry to get to the machine to stop it, before it blew my ear drums out . . . but the door to the shower stall was stuck, or so I thought, I tried to pull it, push it, brace myself against something . . . and it would not budge . . . there was nothing wrong before I got in, and it was easy, having used that shower on many, many occasions, having gone swimming almost everyday since, June 22, 2015, when I signed up for the membership!  So, something had changed, was different and I started to wonder, what the fuck was going on . . . no people, the machine, and I couldn't get out of the stall!
 
Finally, thinking about this Marine fucker, I decided that I would slide out under the door, with walls on all three sides, that was the only escape, so I got on my stomach and slide under the door, very narrow, and I think that they must have thought that I could not fit or something, and I would be stuck in the shower stall, but I fit just fine . . . good, my work outs have been working!  So, I got my stuff out and wondered over to see if I could stop this loud ass machine, and dry my swimsuit . . . no, the lid was up, which generally stops the machine, and it was spinning furiously, and I pushed knobs, to see if it would stop, to no avail!  I promptly got dressed and B-lined it out of the dressing room, to inform the chick at the desk, appearing to be the only person in the Aquatic Center, or it seemed . . . where did all the families go?  This struck me as so odd . . . was this a set up?  Perfect place to shoot someone in a shower stall, easy clean up, no mess, send the clean up crew in, to mop up the mess, dispose of the body, and job complete . . . but I got out!  Too bad, so sad, another assassination attempt, gone bad!

HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS THAT SOMEONE CAN MAKE YOUR HEART BEAT SO FAST WHEN YOU DON'T WANT IT TO BEAT AT ALL . . . THIS STATEMENT IS WHAT I WROTE ABOUT JAMES KENNEDY, A FEW DAYS OR WEEK AGO . . . AND I WROTE ABOUT HIM BEING SHOT BY A COLT 45 OR A SIMILAR DRIVEBY SHOOTING IN BUTTE, JUST YESTERDAY . . . AND AS I SAT AND READ THAT STATEMENT ON THE CALIFORNIA BRIDGE, THERE WAS A COLT 45 CAN OF BEER, RIGHT BY THE WORDS . . . ARE YOU HERE, JAMES?

MADE MY DAY . . . LOVE, HAVE A GREAT WEEK . . . GOT TO GO TO CHURCH!