Mob Flash! Jack the Ripper and Scott the Sodom & Gamorah Prophet!
I have travelled far and wide, in the last few months, and who do I see, just seconds after getting off the shuttle in Whitefish, Montana? Jack the Ripper, whom I have been avoiding for the last two years, being the first person I met, upon arriving in the Flathead Valley and Kalispell, Montana, back in the fall of 2012, just days before the presidential elections between Mitt Romney, he being a staunch Republican, and President Obama, me hating Mitt Romney! I didn't know Jack at the time, so I am to be excused . . . he claims that his ex-wives, are a former Ambassador to Ireland, and heir to Pennsylvania water money, and their three children are worth, about $50 million a piece--to lend some credit to his claims, his son, was one of CNN's Top Ten People in the World--mommy's money, perhaps; and his second wife, a psychologist, mother of his last child, and a good one by his standards, which is not saying much, reminded him of me . . . and now that I know him, that is not saying much either.
Jack or John, officially, comes across as rather polished, and a gentleman, until it comes to tits and ass, and then he behaves much like the typical 9th grader, as a common friend and associate said, as he commented on every woman's anatomy as they walked passed him! Screammmmmmmm! I finally broke him of the habit, by telling him that the only reason he didn't talk like most adults do, is because, he had nothing worthy of saying or listening to, he is now reading the Economist or so he claims, and seems to have avoided female body parts, for the most part, since that fateful day, back a few years ago . . . with my very blunt statement, coming as a shock to this 74, now, year old man, while he was in the hospital, back in 2013, at the Brennen House, up at the Kalispell Regional Medical Center, then later moved, for sexually harassing the nursing staff so bad, that they moved him out to some rehabilitation center out in Whitefish, and I am sure the female staff has never been the same since! LOL!
Jack is a Gambling Man
Last election cycle, he said, just minutes before President Obama was re-elected, and we got in a huge ass political debate, while outside the Historical School Museum where there was suppose to be wine and cheese tasting, and a bipartisan viewing of election results; however, he and Jack never made it in, and sat in the parking lot, in front of the party, arguing. Finally, Jack was so mad, and said he was afraid, that I would make a seen, if Obama lost; therefore, he would wait in the car, as I ventured in, after telling him, if Mitt Romney won, I was taking up arms, riding with the Montana militia, the First Responders, and going to war with the United States, with six-shooters blazing! LOL! His last words, were, on that fateful night for him and the Republicans, was . . . sure that Romney would win . . . JoAnn, what are you going to do, when the electorate has spoken and they have elected Mitt Romney?
By that time, I was so sick of him, that I said, what are you going to do, when the opposite happens? He didn't respond, thinking that chance of that happening, were neal to none! LOL . . . oh, these smug Republicans! Jack, who has his $1400 per month Social Security monthly allotment gone to the local casinos, within 3 days, if he is lucky to hold onto it that long, wages a bet with me . . . in fact, that is how me met, he jumped into a political debate with me and a former friend, who knew me from Salt Lake City, Utah, actually, I had not only been her apartment manager in Holiday, Utah, but she had interviewed me, when I was an assistant attorney general, working in the Criminal Enforcement Division of the Utah Attorney Generals Office!
Doing the Victory Dance
Right as I got out of the car . . . yes, I have owned many cars and a truck in the past, before I sued the government, and walked up the stairs, that led to a landing, with a single old fashioned light bulb hanging from the overhang, a woman, with her head hung, said, you may as well not go in, it is over . . . what is over? The election, and I am not sure if she was happy or sad, but I waited with baited breath, to see who was going to win the bet, between me and Jack the Ripper? She said, Obama won again . . . GREAT! And I knew that Jack was watching me from the car, on that cool, November night, because he had also asked me to marry him and was obsessed with me, and he still is--and for good reason, that I will refrain from telling you about at this time, not on topic, think title, lol, just like then, yesterday, he said, he saw the sheriff driving around and I can protect you--he is either mob or a very connected fed to make that offer and claim, in the past, that has appeared to be true . . . his son-in-law, is a 6'7" Romainian, with a Russian mafia name, Dimetri, and he didn't recognize him, when he mysteriously came to town, right after we met!
So, as this lady, head bowed, gave me the news, I started dancing, singing, making over exaggerated smiles and arm movement under that sole hanging light! LOL! I jumped in the car, and as obnoxiously as I am known to be, I said, well, the electorate has spoken and President Obama has been re-elected . . . that announcement came as a shock, that both Jack and the whole entire state of Utah, and the worldwide Mormon Church, couldn't accept, if it ever has, for about an entire three months, with a hushed silence falling on all believers! LOL! As I rounded the corner, to go onto Main Street in downtown Kalispell, my car, suddenly ran out of gas, and died. I was so happy, about the elections, I didn't care. Jack offered to go get gas . . . and he was so pissed that he never came back, left me sitting with a cop, who shared the news and excitement with me, and took the opportunity to sit behind me for an hour, waiting for Jack to return, making sure that a car didn't hit me from behind . . . nice guy, never got to thank him, even thanked him for calling the tow truck, costing Jack and by this time, Dimetri, $150, because, in addition to Jack leaving me stranded with a cop behind me . . . he had papers he needed to give Dimetri that were in my car!
So, as this lady, head bowed, gave me the news, I started dancing, singing, making over exaggerated smiles and arm movement under that sole hanging light! LOL! I jumped in the car, and as obnoxiously as I am known to be, I said, well, the electorate has spoken and President Obama has been re-elected . . . that announcement came as a shock, that both Jack and the whole entire state of Utah, and the worldwide Mormon Church, couldn't accept, if it ever has, for about an entire three months, with a hushed silence falling on all believers! LOL! As I rounded the corner, to go onto Main Street in downtown Kalispell, my car, suddenly ran out of gas, and died. I was so happy, about the elections, I didn't care. Jack offered to go get gas . . . and he was so pissed that he never came back, left me sitting with a cop, who shared the news and excitement with me, and took the opportunity to sit behind me for an hour, waiting for Jack to return, making sure that a car didn't hit me from behind . . . nice guy, never got to thank him, even thanked him for calling the tow truck, costing Jack and by this time, Dimetri, $150, because, in addition to Jack leaving me stranded with a cop behind me . . . he had papers he needed to give Dimetri that were in my car!
Yesterday . . . Same Bull Shit, Different Elections! Not Bothering with the Gambling Man!
After Jack told me he could protect me, and I said, I didn't want him or his protection, a black BNSF railroad SUV, came driving by very slowly, and I realized that this was likely as set up, with Jack being brought into be the indentifier, so the hit men would know who I am . . . on the first Thanksgiving I met Jack, just weeks after the elections, the twining with Shelley started to take place, or had already, from even before I met Jack, or he was brought in specifically to meet me, and cover Shelley's fat, fake ass . . . taking credit for my work, that I mentioned yesterday, going to the meeting on the documentary, Code of the West, on the history of medidal marijuana raids and legislative fights in Montana, starting in Whitefish . . . maybe the reason, Jack went to convalesce in Whitefish, in the early days . . . mob, stole my son's music, couldn't have another JoAnn S. Secrist, so he covered for Shelley then, and now! Hacker queen is trying to get on, or has, there are dotted boxes, smaller than the "publish" and "save" boxes, so she is trying to protect her and Jack's asses, mob, married . . . I believe, and she is claiming to be me, has since day one in Whitefish, UNMASKING the bitch! LOL!
God's Revolver money, back in the day, now, The DITCH & the DELTA, "WE RUST" money now! How in the hell do you think, Jack's kids, got $50 million each? How did Rachel's daughter, Emily, get a HOUSE? That dumb little elfin bitch couldn't hold down a job for even a day, she was fired the first day on a job, back the last time I visited with Rachel and Kay, in Cove, Utah! Come on . . . Shelley has not had a viable job for years! That is until she morphed into me, with the help of the Mormons, the Mob and the Men in Black, all benefactors of my son, Elliot's music, my cases, or my blog! On the way up to Kali, the shuttle bus driver . . . just mistakenly wrote, BUSH!and that about says it all, but, we passed a cool gas station called, and symbolic, JOE BLOGZ . . . and so I do, this is all about cover, Shelley or Jelley aka Me, has been being me, since I was poisoned back in 2000! She is a biology major, and worked for a pharmecutical company . . . connect the dots! And if the music is not enough to convince you, maybe my $357 million securities lawsuit will . . . Mitt and crew, used Shelley, Kay, and Rachel, all playing me at various times to get the money for Mitt's campaign! Girlz, Girlz, Girlz and Talking TOYS for the BOYZ!
God's Revolver money, back in the day, now, The DITCH & the DELTA, "WE RUST" money now! How in the hell do you think, Jack's kids, got $50 million each? How did Rachel's daughter, Emily, get a HOUSE? That dumb little elfin bitch couldn't hold down a job for even a day, she was fired the first day on a job, back the last time I visited with Rachel and Kay, in Cove, Utah! Come on . . . Shelley has not had a viable job for years! That is until she morphed into me, with the help of the Mormons, the Mob and the Men in Black, all benefactors of my son, Elliot's music, my cases, or my blog! On the way up to Kali, the shuttle bus driver . . . just mistakenly wrote, BUSH!and that about says it all, but, we passed a cool gas station called, and symbolic, JOE BLOGZ . . . and so I do, this is all about cover, Shelley or Jelley aka Me, has been being me, since I was poisoned back in 2000! She is a biology major, and worked for a pharmecutical company . . . connect the dots! And if the music is not enough to convince you, maybe my $357 million securities lawsuit will . . . Mitt and crew, used Shelley, Kay, and Rachel, all playing me at various times to get the money for Mitt's campaign! Girlz, Girlz, Girlz and Talking TOYS for the BOYZ!
The First Thanksgiving . . . The Intended Hit!
In 2012, after the case had been stolen, in March, with Kay and Mitt, meeting, the day after, U.S. Magistrate, now if you can call him that, Justice or Judge, Clark Waddoups, just up and closed a case, that I had won, every which way but Sunday, back dated March 26, 2012, while I was up in Helena, Montana, picking out a house and a small ranch, on the banks of Houser Lake, going to do Hobby Lobbying up at the Montana Legislature, and raise bulls, to compete, as my new avocation, until I returned to Utah, March 28, 2012, to find that just out of the blue, when the judge could not convince me that I needed to start the Brock securities case over, which I sued under federal civil rights statutes and constitutional law violations, not under the state civil rights, needing to give the state of Utah notice, and file a claim, plus start in a state court, rather than a federal court . . . nice try judge, but not listening to him, knowing full well, that this type of case had to be filed in federal court, dealing with a federal question, so in the jurisdiction of that level of court, not a state court issue, and having written several briefs, addressing all the judge's issues . . . not the other side or the government's issues, who had by this time defaulted, and should have lost the whole thing under the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure . . . but he wore the robe, they had already cut the deals, thought the case was over, and I was proving them wrong, so the judge just up and terminated the case without cause, rule of law to back him, nor a legal leg to stand on!
And to top that off, Ms. Kay Burningham, another double, was to meet Mitt Romney in the UK, symbolic, to say the least, showing a documentary, on a Mormon President for the WORLD! BBC Special . . . getting the picture? So, the following Thanksgiving, just weeks after the elections, I was sitting outside the casino, on Idaho, next to the Chinese Buffet or Asian Buffet, waiting for Jack to blow all his money. And I happened to call, Elliot, sure that Greta and Dallas, had planned Thanksgiving Dinner, without me, since they had cooked it, since I had been struck down and poisoned, back in 2000, about the time the two met, and I was not calling my kids much, worried, that the Mormons, mob or Men in Black would start going after my family, as they all have been known to do, and had done to Chris! But, Elliot, told me that he wasn't going to Greta's for Thanksgiving dinner, so, I promptly hung up the phone, left Jack in the casino, and headed to Utah, to have dinner with my son, guitarist and vocalist, for the DITCH & the DELTA, now, but, God's Revolver and Maraloka, back then! I didn't even tell Jack I was going . . . I may appear to be an errant mother, non-involved . . . that is only when I see a child in need, and that is rare, for my four fabulous children, who seem to be doing such a great job, that I rarely set in, even suggesting anything . . . back when I got a divorce, before that, I called them the no maintainence kids, they were so self sufficient, so good, so solid, and so smart, as they are now . . . don't fix something that is not broken! I had dinner with Elliot, stopped and ate with Chris and Kat, and later travelled to St. George and eat with Greta and Dallas . . . three Thanksgivings are better than one, and so are three kids better than one . . . Nicole was in Virginia, so she was out of the question.
The Bogus Train Ticket and Trip . . . Shelley?
Before Thanksgiving, Jack kept asking me to go back east with him for Thanksgiving, to meet his family . . . I just blew it off, and he never pushed the trip much, and we were still in Kalipsell, the night before Thanksgiving, so? Several months later, after Jack, had allegedly gone back east the day after Thanksgiving, he started to talk about how he had purchased me a ticket to go with him, and I refuted that, by telling him, no, he had mentioned it, but had never bought the tickets, and never made final plans . . . he, to my shock insisted that he bought me tickets, now this is where I could have been framed and that was brought back to me, as both a white and black SUV, with orange train stripes on the back, kept cruising by, slowly, but surely, both last night and also, this morning, as I did what I always do, error on the side of safety, there were things that gave me reason to worry, last night, after checking into the Whitefish Hostel.
On, my second trip back up to Kalispell, I believe, before I met Jack, but after I attended the October showing of "Code of the West" at the Whitefish Library, I remember pulling into the Kalispell Walmart, up near where the campers and trailers are, and I was going to take an hour or two to sleep, having driven all night, and getting there about 2:00 A.M., but as I got ready to settle down to sleep a few winks, I noticed, 4 cops cars, screaming through the parking lot of Walmart! As is generally the case, there is nothing of note going on, but, I am there, and their activities, appear to have something to do with me, eventhough, I am not doing anything wrong! But, I took note, and slowly pulled out of the top part of the parking lot, without them noticing me, and headed for Whitefish, where I was somewhat familiar, thinking I could ditch the heat, that appeared to be on my tail!
Big Ass SUV, White, Same One . . . T-Boned Me In Gas Station Parking Lot! Followed Me to Library!
For a long time, I have wondered, if I had been framed for something, and that something seemed to maybe connected to the train? I know that on one occasion, I tried to call the AMTRAK Station in Whitefish, and once I accidentially, or maybe an NSA fuck up, got the AMTRAK cops! I didn't even kniow they had train cops! LOL! But, this particular night, was at least 8 months before I ever took the train! Jack had always told me how cool it was, and so, after my Taurus was blown up by a pipebomb in Salt Lake City, on New Years Day, or in January of 2013, and being about May of 2013, I tried to buy a new car, and was stopped at about 4 dealers, and what was strange, is that Eisengers, where I started, actually pulled into the parking lot and ran in while I was about to sign the final paperwork for a little red Focus, but was, after the person from Eisengers, stopped the transaction and pulled the sales guy aside, the loan was then denied, but was going through with flying colors up to that point, I finally got on a train, for the first time and went to Washington, D.C., to visit Nicole, George and family!
That is when I met, Miles Thorton III, one of my black lovers, told me he was above the CIA, and wanted me to go to a safe house, seeing about 7 agents on the train, as I also had noticed . . . I was going back after threatening to Senator Hatch, a player, on the Cyber Intelligence Sharing and Protection Act!
But, jumping back to my second visit, now November, meeting Jack on the bus, again, after seeing cops, cruising through the Walmart parking lot, with me sitting in the car with no money and no gas, being a sitting target, noticing the Eagle Transit Bus . . . that, luckily for this chick who didn't read the wrap still on the bus, I noticed the FREE word on the bus, not the FREE checking to Glacier Bank! I avoided the cops and jumped on the bus for the first time, to get the hell out of dodge! Just like the second trip . . . that could have been after the elections, but the same time and trip, but a few days later! But, back to the strange behavior of the white train SUV, not AMTRAK, but BNFS, or whatever, that pulled up, to my Navy blue Taurus . . . my Ford Ranger, had been taken back in June, and I got this car from a guy in Great Falls, Mike Hall, but I think I talked to him and the cops purchased the car, and they showed up, instead of him, so they could keep control of the car, and put a GPS tracking system on the car, after the U.S. Supreme Court, in USA v. Jones, the case that Justice Scalia read the day I was sworn into the bar and court, January 23, 2012, so earlier that year . . . connecting dots, cases, $357 million, houses, vehicles, but anyway, after being chased in the Walmart parking lot, I went to the first gas station in Whitefish or as you come to Whitefish, that is on the right hand side, and open all night . . . got a Diet Coke and a Wall Street Journal . . . actually, running out of gas, and going to Whitefish, was before I met Jack, making the appearance and slow driving of both these vehicles very strange yesterday and this morning . . . but, when I came out of the store, I was shocked to see the white SUV, same one, pulled right up to my car, T-Boning me, and with its brights on, shining right into the car . . . I just got in the car, and DROVE off, but it followed me, ditched him, behind some bushes, symbolic too, at the library, that I had been to, just a few days or weeks before . . . I had been chased in Montana, since the day I told the Whitefish Library crew, ACLU, and medical marijuana people . . . and it has never stopped!
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