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!