"AN EVIL LOVE" . . . DEADLY WOMEN: LETHAL LOVERS, UNDER HIS CONTROL, BRETT'S IRON REBELS . . . HOW ONE MAN PULLED THIS WHOLE THING OFF! MY MIND HAS ALWAYS RULED MY EMOTIONS, MY ACTIONS, AND MY TIMING IN LEAVING SOMEONE . . . BRETT WAS, AS OTHER MEN IN MY LIFE, "WOUNDED BY LOVE" AND MADE ME PAY BIG TIME! BRETT TODD STEWART OR SWEENY TODD, BELIEVED THAT WOMEN WERE THE KEY TO HIS SUCCESS, AND STUDIED HOW TO MANIPULATE, USE, AND ABUSE WOMEN, CONTROLLING THEM THROUGH SEX, SEDUCTION, AND THE PROMISE OF MAKING A KILLING. THE PROBLEM WAS THAT KILLING DEPENDED ON MY FAMILIES TALENTS, NAME, MUSIC, INFLUENCE, CONNECTIONS, AND STAYING POWER. THE PLAINS MISTAKEN FOR STARS . . . BRETT BELIEVED THAT A WOMAN WOULD SAVE THE WORLD, HE AND OTHER SIMILARLY THINKING MEN, PLAYED, "MY FAIR LADY" TAKING WOMEN OF BETTER THAN AVERAGE LOOKS, GOOD MINDS, AMBITIONS, JEALOUSY, AND MANIPULATED THEM TO THE MAX, FOR NOT ONLY HIS BENEFIT, BUT FOR THEIR ADVANTAGE TOO . . . READING THEM AND PLAYING THEM LIKE A BOOK, INFLUENCING THEM TO USE THEIR SEXUALITY TO CLIMB LADDERS, STEAL FORTUNES, AND BUY THE MORMON CHURCH. BRETT HAD A DEGREE IN "WHAT WOMEN WANT" . . . THE NAME FOR A QUARTERLY CONVENTION HELD 4 TIMES A YEAR IN ST. GEORGE, UTAH. I WAS THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY, AND THE ONE WHO WAS FORCED TO PAY FOR THAT FREEDOM, AS WELL AS MY CHILDREN. HOWEVER, I BELIEVE THAT THE "BRETT HOOD" IS FINALLY, GOING TO BE MADE TO PAY FOR THEIR FRAUD, MISREPRESENTATION, LIES, THEFTS, MURDERS, CRIMES OF EPIC PROPORTION, IN WHAT SOME MAY REFER TO THE "PAINLESS STEAL", WINNING OVER FAMILY, FRIENDS, CLIENTS, LOVERS, ALL CONTACTS, CONTROLLING AND USING POWER, THROUGH ABUSE, ISOLATION, BRIBES, THREATS, DEATH, OR JOINING THE CLUB, WITH THE ALLEGED "COOL PEOPLE", THE "BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE." FACT IS STRANGER THAN FICTION, AND I WAS NEVER SURE IF BRETT WAS A RUN OF THE MILL CRIMINAL, WITH A GRANDIOS DELUSIONS OR IF HE WAS THE FBI AGENT WHOM I SAW IN THE RAID ON WACO, TEXAS, AGAINST THE BRANCH DAVIDIANS . . . PERHAPS THAT IS WHERE BRETT GOT HIS IDEAS, FROM DAVID KORESH, WHO SEEMED TO HAVE MAGNETIC POWERS OVER HIS FOLLOWERS, JUST AS BRETT DID AND DOES, FOOLING EVEN THE BEST. I WAS NOT FOOLED . . . ONE THING I LEARNED WHILE WAITING TO DIE, WHICH IS THE REASON I HOOKED UP WITH BRETT IN THE FIRST PLACE, WAS TO PEOPLE WATCH, COMBINED WITH MY LEGAL TRAINING, PLUS MY SPIRITUAL FAITH IN A LOVING GOD, WHOM STANDS BY ME DAILY, PROTECTING ME FROM THE LIKES OF "BRETT'S MORMON HOOD" WHO ARE PAID FROM THE PROCEEDS OF MY FAMILIES FORTUNE, NEVER HAVING REACH OUR HANDS. BRILLIANT . . . NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER, KAY SEEMED TO BE THE IMPETUS OR THE FATAL ATTRACTION, THAT TURNED A NORMAL SICK COUPLE, INTO DEADLY LOVERS, A MODERN DAY BONNIE AND CLYDE, USING CHARM, ATTRACTION, SKILL, LEGAL TRAINING TO STAY ONE STEP AHEAD OF ME, WHILE I ALWAYS KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON, I DIDN'T HAVE THE CREDIBILITY, WITH KAY STEALING MY NAME, MY RESUME, MY LIFE, MY CHILDREN, MY SON'S MUSIC . . . RECRUITING FORMER, CURRENT, AND FUTURE ENEMIES--MADE UP OF FAMILY, EX-LOVERS, THE COP WORLD, MORE THAN WILLING TO HAVE SOMEONE TAKE ME TO TASK, TEACH ME A LESSON, PUNISH ME, MAKING ME PAY FOR DOING NOTHING MORE THAN: (1) MAKING FRIENDS WITH A LETHAL 7TH GRADER, WHO ENVIED ME SINCE THEN; (2) COMING FROM A GOOD FAMILY, AND HAVING A GOOD FAMILY; (3) STARTING AT THE TOP OF THE LEGAL SPECTRUM, AS A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, WITH KAY AT THE BOTTOM FEEDERS, THE AMBULANCE CHASERS; (4) EXCELLING IN MY CAREER AND MY FAMILY LIFE; (5) IN SPITE OF HAVING AN ALLEGED TERMINAL BRAIN DISEASE, BEING TOLD I WOULD DIE BY 2002, WOULD NEVER WORK AGAIN, AND WITH NO CURE . . . OVERCOMING THE ODDS, AND MAKING IT ALL THE WAY TO THE U.S. SUPREME COURT; (6) EVEN AFTER THE STEALING OF MY LAW PRACTICE, MY HOMES, AND RUNNING ME OUT OF THE STATE, USING THE STATEWIDE BATTERING SYSTEM OF COPS, PROSECUTORS, JUDGES, MORMONS, MISSIONARIES, THE MO CONTINGENCY WITHIN LAW ENFORCEMENT OF ALL LEVELS AGAINST ME, SO AS TO PERPETRATE THAT FRAUD, REAPING THE BENEFITS, AND SHARING, IN AN ALLEGED, "ROBINHOOD" TYPE ACTIVITY, HOWEVER, TAKING MONEY, FROM THE TRUE PROPERTY OWNERS, WHO WERE NOT RICH, NOR GOT A RED CENT OF WHAT THEY HAD WORKED 20 YEARS TO GET, WITH MY ONLY CRIME, BEING TRUE TO MY OATH AND LOYALTY TO THE CONSTITUTION AND AMERICA, WITH A FIERCE LOVE FOR MY CHILDREN, TRYING TO PROTECT THEM, AND FIGHTING, LITERALLY AN ARMY BY MYSELF, FOR THE LAST 15 YEARS! MY PAYMENT FOR LOOKING YOUNG, IS THAT MY KIDS WERE DIVIDED UP, AND BASICALLY BOUGHT, STOLEN, ALLOTTED, BURIED SO THEIR REAL IDENTITY AND PARENTAGE WAS NOT READILY APPARENT, GIVING DOUBLES, TOTAL ACCESS TO CLAIM FORTUNES, UP TO AND INCLUDING AT LEAST A BILLION, IN THIS CASE OF ELLIOT LINDBERG, YES, MUCH LIKE THE SON OF CHARLES LINDBERG, THE IDEA WAS, NOT NECESSARILY TO KILL ELLIOT PHYSICALLY, BUT TO DENY ANY TRACE OF HIS MUSIC, MY LAW, OUR FAMILY, BACK TO ME . . . THIS WAS ALSO A PUNISHMENT FOR HELPING PRESIDENT OBAMA DEFEAT MITT ROMNEY . . . AND ELECTION, UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL

Hitler, Mussolini, and Stalin . . . We Should Shoot All Fat People, and Deny Them The Right To Have Children!

I was never sure if Brett was a chance encounter, or an orchestrated plot, to kill me, and get me out of the way, so that the hood, could get their hands on Elliot's band, called, Parallax, a band that had been together for 7 years at the time Blake Donner, lead singer, and a very magnetic type singer, was, I believe murdered in the Provo Death Cave, with both Elliot and Chris, my two sons, being asked to join the 4 that died, with one guy, someone from Reno, where Shelley had been, or at least in the facinity, having lived in Carson, when she was married to Donald Anderson . . . with Elliot being the one to show the cops and firefighters up to the location of the caves, but being threatened with arrest if El crossed the caution tape, that marked the site of the alleged accident, with friends and band members, being denied access, for 6 hours, before the bodies were recovered from the cave.  I was living with Shelley at that time, after leaving Jerry Owens, and leaving St. George, with the timing, being about right, for Blake's death.

I remember Shelley, sitting in the backyard, smoking a cigar, and telling me about Blake's death, and how distraught Elliot had been.  Isaac was in Elliot's first band, called Purification, and that band included, Tyler, a friend that both Elliot and Isaac hooked up with while living with me and Jerry, while Zeke, or Richard, Elliot's father, was building a new home in Provo.  Elliot and Isaac, after the band broke up, continued to get together often, and they shared friends, band members, and music.  While Isaac seemed the more natural musician, due to Don Anderson, having played in bands, since college, where Shelley and he met, while Shelley worked at the Bistrol Restaurant in Logan, when Don was playing.  Don also had a recording studio in the basement.  Elliot, however, had a father who also played the guitar, but more fore personal enjoyment, but it seemed to have a great impact on his life.  Tyler, also had musical brothers, with several of his older brothers, of the 5 brothers, playing in bands, living in LA and other large cities, hitting it big time.

Elliot took guitar lessons, and I believe does to this day, but not while touring . . . he has not had a guitar out of his hands, since the day I bought him a red shiny, electric guitar, for his 11th or 12th birthday.  Elliot was a natural and very disciplined . . . Isaac was not.  Once Elliot was no longer in the same band, Isaac either seemed to lose interest, dropped out, or had other interests, but he sure as hell, dropped far behind in skill level, after Elliot.  El moved in the tree streets in Provo, and Isaac followed, the opposite was true when Isaac moved to Salt Lake City, and Elliot followed.  They were well aware of each other friends, bands, and often played in the same band.  Isaac gravitated more to the lead singer after Blake died, and Elliot was happy in the background, playing bass guitar and guitar.  I believe that God's Revolver and Maraloka bands were started at the same time.  Elliot played in both, and Isaac only played in Maraloka, for a while.  I believe that Isaac was jealous of God's Revolver and Elliot, because, Isaac had introduced El's band members to Elliot, and now, it was God's Revolver that took off musically, winning hard rock band of 2008.

Brett Come Into the Picture, Sometime Between Blake's Death and God's Revolver's New CD . . . Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider?  AWESOME . . . Compared to the Doors!

The interesting thing was, that I had just left Brett, right about the time I first heard Elliot's new CD . . . Elliot and Chris, came up to visit me in Logan, because I had broken my left leg in 5 places and was laid up.  Isaac had his new/old powder blue Cadillac and took all of us for a ride, to hear Elliot's new God's Revolver CD. I was shocked to say the least; this was MY son?  What, play it again!  I had not heard Elliot play since he was in the original band, some 7 or so years earlier, thought his guitar was a passing fancy, or just a hobby, but I could tell, this CD was big time, good stuff and he was going far with it.  I remember, Isaac, saying how good the music was, and that was the supportive cousin I thought he was.  However, Shelley and Brett, seemed to be a fatal attraction, along with Kay, whom he had met, and was part of the problem, resulting in me leaving him, which seemed to be the unpardonable sin!  Brett seemed to have some pass with cops, and he seemed to be setting me up, pushing marijuana, which I hated, along with alcohol, which I had no taste for.  I just started noticing things like, uh, surveillance on the neighbor's roof, that seemed to be pointed right at our house in Mt. Sterling.  I expected Brett to be alarmed, but he was not, and tried to explain, what was clearly pointing at us, with 2000 acres of farmland around.

I started adding up all the factors, marijuana, he didn't drink much, but, Shelley and Kay, and I am not a cat fighter, and that seemed to bother him.  He almost got in a wreck going down to our families Easter Vacation, almost running off the road, because I told him he could have Kay.  He had wanted to make a decision between me and her . . . really, No, you have her, I have never made someone stay with me, who didn't want to!  That seemed to piss him off and finally, I made him leave the family reunion, and I think he and Kay had a reunion of their own.  Brett seemed to know, both Shelley and Kay at the first meeting, which made me suspicious also.  I was wondering what the hell was up?  Brett did help me get better, or at least on my way to getting better, and I think that he and Shelley concocted, so justification for, what I would say, was the start of the whole theft of Elliot's music, based on the fact that he helped me, and she did, but she was getting paid, for me renting a cat pissed couch.  Prior to that, Jesse seemed to be trying to make a police record, by calling the cops on me, as Shelley had also, and I found a file in Shelley's drawer, at about the same time, and she also had my medical files from Dr. Foote?  The older neighbor was always confused as to whom was whom, Shelley or me, and that is the reason I started suspecting identity theft.

The Iceman Cometh, The Iceman Book, and Brett Said, "I am the Iceman."

One time after Easter, and things were not going all that great with Brett and I, we were going to Logan to visit Shelley.  Brett was reading the newspaper, the Logan Herald, and on the back, there was something that said, the Iceman Cometh.  So, when I introduced Shelley to Brett, she was reading a book that I thought was curious, about the Iceman, who was one of the, or the most dangerous serial killers.  There were two incidents, that made me a bit nervous: (1) when I first met Brett, he told me of some serial killer up in Oregon who killed a ton of homeless people and prostitutes . . . the day I met Brett, outside of Albertson's in Logan, I was looking for a room to rent, Shelley allegedly was needing to get out, so her ex-husband, now getting married to another woman, wanted to cash out of the joint investment . . . timing of the chance meeting?; (2) another time, at Hastings bookstore, Brett was stopped from checking out a video, because he had a copy of the movie, I Married An Axe Murderer still out . . . the guy made such a big deal, almost embarrassing, that Brett had to close out his old account, and get a new one, but I always wondered if that was not, God, trying to tell me something about the man, I had married after just two weeks, having never left his house after the first night, with him making a curious comment, while he was on top of me . . . as if he possessed the power over life and death, when he said, I like you . . . and the tense moment seemed to pass; and (3) the first night I stayed with Brett, we awoke to a whole mountain full of sunflowers, we hiked up to the gas pipeline, and there were warning signs.  Being the suspicious person I was, I wondered if this was wear he, possibly a serial killer, buried the bodies of his victims?; (5) Brett also had starter trees, that he got from some prison project? (6) once he made a very smart ass sarcastic statement, that his brother-in-law had snubbed him once, and asked some girl what she was doing with this scum? and (7) the night we met Shelley, who had book cases full of serial killers biographies, just struck me as strange that the newspaper mentioned the Iceman, now Shelley was reading the Iceman serial killer, and Shelley was acting very strange, the first time I introduced Brett to her, and she said . . . so, this is your new husband, huh?  Kay, also made a statement, similar . . . how well did you know Brett when you married him? and (8) Brett checked out the movie, Mormons and Mobsters, later, shortly after that, I paid for gas, and right in front of me, there was the movie, that said, I Married the Mob.

So, on the 4th of July, after this, Brett said, "I am the Iceman."  I laughed and said, "No you are not."  By the 24th of July, Brett and I walked up on the neighbor's property, where I was friends with 4 horses, and as Brett walked on the trail in front of me, all 4 horses, blocked me in their heads, and I could not get out, couldn't push their heads, and I wondered if Brett was going to kill me, or if the horses sensed he was a bad guy, or just what was going on?  Brett had to come back and force the horses heads apart, and let me out. Around that same time, now remember, I was like the mental age of a 5 year old, but Brett, took me over to his gay friend, Randy's house, with the address of 666 East 400 South, Logan.  I liked Randy, but one night, Randy made marijuana laced banana bread.  Brett took about a fourth of one piece and Randy kept giving me piece after piece, and having not been familiar with what marijuana does to your system, really forgetting that it had it in the bread, I ate about four slices, just like I might banana bread.  By the time I went home, or even on the way home, I could barely walk to the truck, and Brett took the First Damn Road, where all the cops hung out, trying to catch people using and selling drugs, which struck me as very, very strange, but he was not stoned, I was, not really realizing what was going on . . . I often wondered if Brett was either a cop, or working with the cops, FBI or something, because he always could find me, anywhere, but I thought he was going to get me arrested to pay me back for asset forfeiture!  As my insistence, we made it home, but I had a fog over my head so bad, that I hated it . . . but Brett seemed fine and busy in the shed, working on the rotary saw!

The Saw, Brett Acting Strange, Me Stoned Out of My Mind . . . I Got Up, Walked Over To The Wheat Fields Across the Street, and Walked in Circles, By the Light of the Moon, for Hours!!

Finally, after laying down in the wheat, after walking for a long time to get the fog out of my head, I stayed in the wheat, actually hiding from Brett, worried that he might have gotten me stoned, so that he could kill me, cut me up and bury me up on the gas pipeline!  I was not taking any chances at that point.  Right after that, we went to wash our clothes at the laundromat near his mother's house, on DeeDee Street, that was his step-father's name.  But, while Brett was doing the wash, I noticed that there was a shirt of some guys, that said, Watch Out for the Pipeline!  Me and my, Intelligence, God, have been working together for a long time, saved my life on hundreds of occasions . . . just tonight, there were three guys from the Poverello Center, who have sort of known me casually for at least two years, off and on, but we were all at the Break Cafe'.  Two of the guys, were always at the Break, but one of the guys, is never there, and it was getting near the 10:00 P.M. curfew for all of them, about, 9:30, and I wondered what they were up to?  No good, it appeared that they were looking for someone.  All of the sudden, a third guy walks in the door in front of them, with his hand covering a GUN!  Not your everyday experience at the Break . . . I packed up my shit and booked it out of the door, into the bar next door, sat in the bathroom for a while, and left out the alley, and down the road to the Union Dance Hall, near the library!

I wondered, what the hell he was doing with a gun, cop?  What was he planning on doing with it, and why was he hiding it from me, with his hand over it?  Didn't stick around to see, but after dancing, I went to the Oxford  to get breakfast, and wondering what the hell the guy with the gun was doing, some guy with a t-shirt walked by, and it had a picture of some guy with a gun pointed at the back of his HEAD!  Did they have a silencer on the gun, were they going to come up behind me, while I was watching true crime movies, and either shoot me, or demand, that I get up and follow them, or where they going to arrest me?  But, this shirt, another sign, not so good, that just might have been the motive . . . they could just do it, maybe a guy from out of town, or agreed upon before hand.  The counter chick was no where to be found, right before that happened, and the way the other two Pov guys were looking, the gunman was late . . . but, I almost waited on myself!  Another strange thing, the Break has music, generally on Thursday night, not Friday night . . . staging a scene with a father and two daughters, young, who had just left, like, this whole thing was just an accident, or would not happen with a dad and two young daughters . . . strange?

I Wrote About Kennedy Today . . . Have Mentioned That I Am Attracted To Both Kennedy and Phil, but That Neither Are Fit to be Faithful!  LOL!

But, a couple of times tonight, there have seemed to be indications, that something is up, with Phil . . . over the last few days, since, first I left to Kalispell, and then came back, that is when the set up happened, and Phil was up early, which is rare, so I left, and that comes on the heels of the bus incident, where Phil was way up where I had been, near the Oxford, when there are two bus stops, much closer, and he was there, 35 minutes early?  I ditched out on that one too.  I am sure, that Phil, is a cop, probably CIA, over operations here in Missoula, at least as staff for the mob, but also, on the government's payroll, it's good in the hood . . . they pay more!  With any cop, there is this, fire and ice, type relationship, attraction and repulsion, and most cops, Phil, included, have a hard time separating personal and business.  There is no other reason to act differently, but they, my two son-in-laws too, when I write some mean ass blog against the cops!  The UNIFIED POLICE FORCE . . . the frat rats of the law!  

Offend one, and you offend all . . . there seems to be no more line of demarcation between members of the law enforcement community, as there is when cops violate personal space, invade homes, violate the 4th amendment.  And both Phil and Kennedy, have been around long enough to know me from way back in my assistant attorney general days!  One the one hand, I am a cop trophy girlfriend or wife, and on the other hand, the most hated woman alive!  There is a fine line between love and hate!  I take all this in stride, because, while they, cops have to deal with me, when in their jurisdiction, for a month or so, I am constantly under attack, wherever I go, so as long as I don't get caught, it is just a win for me!  The other day, there was this band, with the name, First Defeat . . . Llittle Ms., Little Ms., Never be Wrong . . . and generally, I am not!  I am a thinker, and I reserve judgement, and wait, so I know that I am right!  LOL!  I only took cases that I knew the law was on my side . . . I had a win/lose record to uphold!  Why would I take a case where the law was not on my client's side?  Of, course the way the judges rule now days, the law is in their heads, or their decision is based on whether they like you or do not!  I already know what they think of me . . . took out several of their own!  LOL!  Some judges, literally, before the take down, shake in their boots when I come in their courtroom!  I loved it, the power of it all!  Who needs money?  LOL!

William Hurt in Midnight Express!  I Saw a Documentary on a Death Associated With the Filming of that Movie . . . Hurt, Looked Like Phil!!!

I make it no secret when I write that I am attracted to some guys . . . as I did with Phil, Mr. Hotpants!  Men can't take me too serious, while attracted, I am, more like a man, than most women . . . I don't need some deep emotional attachment, sex would be great, but, I am not looking for a sport fuck, something more, which is generally, not what some hot younger cop-type guy is looking for, therefore, ti is not smart of me to even go there.  I can write, but not touch.  If he wants anything, he would have to do the first move.  Right now, I am out of the Poverello Palace for the next 20 days . . . believe me, I am not checking him out, or looking at him, because I don't think he is beautiful, or because I am just staying away.  I am staying away, and it is killing me, I wanted to just go pretend I was getting mail, so I could look at him, I dig just looking at him.  But, with the experiences of the night, and some guy showing up here, with a blue bandana, on his head, and with hair similar to his, and with all the signs, don't think it is a good idea.  And today, right after I wrote about Kennedy, or now yesterday, I was laughing and saw some guy out in East Missoula or Riverside, in a black muscle car, with a guy who looked sort of like Kennedy, and he backed his car, almost into the trailer behind him, with jet black smoke going up in the air, and the engine acting as pissed off as the guy, and it made me laugh.  I know that I should not laugh, but hey, the chicks dig me writing about hot guys, especially, ones with the name of Kennedy after it!  LOL!  Sells copy!

Tonight at the Union Dance Hall, up on the wall next to the stage, there is a strange picture for a bar, of President John F. Kennedy, V.P. Johnson, and three other men, all of which were probably involved in the assassination!!!!! And some guy, young, with dread locks, came dancing up to me, smiling and bumping up close to me, with a shirt on that said, Jame's . . . attraction, with writing on the back!  I was curious about the symbolic meaning of the dread locks and the shirt, with Jame's on it, and the word, attraction, but I don't think that was the word, now, after a few hours . . . affliction?  Something that starts with an "A."  The feeling I got was, that chicks are always wanting me to write, 50 Shades of Grey stuff, but I am really not with anyone, so I write from memory, or like today, that burned, black muscle car, reminded me of something Kennedy would drive!  LOL!  Just funny stuff, but tonight at the Oxford, it looked like the whole fucking place was packed with cops, or staff, or hit men . . . I just outlast them . . . I have my computer and watch Deadly Women episodes and it reminds me of Shelley, Kay and the girls . . . one had two sisters with a overly close or sick relationship, that end up murdering a mother and daughter they worked for.

My Life is Constantly At Threat . . . Take a Number!  LOL!  However, It Will Not Be So Funny If They Get Me!

NSA Keeps Erasing Paragraphs!

Oh, and right in front of my face, there is a text box that pops up, and there are recommendations on how to make the writing different . . . never better, can't improve on perfection!  So, my guess is that Kay, Shelley and staff are seeing this as I write it, and editing the harmful, fun stuff out!