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!
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