DON'T FEED THE HIPSTER--KARATE INTERNATIONAL . . . PASSIONATE ABOUT PURITY! THE NURSE--I'M NOT A LAWYER . . . THE COMPLAINER--I AM TRYING TO FORET ABOUT MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND . . . THE BUS DRIVER--ONLY BECAUSE I HAVE TO! LONG LIVE THE UNITED STATES; LONG LIVE CUBA . . . AMERICAN FLAG FLYING AT CUBAN, AMERICAN EMBASSY! SECRETARY OF STATE, JOHN KERRY . . . THE PEOPLE ARE BEST SERVED BY DEMOCRACY, WHERE PEOPLE ARE FREE TO COOSE THEIR LEADERS, EXPRESS THEIR IDEAS, PRACTICE THEIR FAITH . . . THAT SEEMS HIGHLY IRONIC, THE KETTLE CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK, SOME WHAT, SEEING THAT THURSDAY, I WAS BLOCKED, FOR THREE HOURS, GETTING TO EITHER THE LAW SCHOOL OR THE HOSPITAL TO WRITE MY BLOG, WITH THE BUS DRIVERS, ACTING LIKE COPS, OR ARMS OF THE COPS . . . AND TODAY, WITH HOSPITAL SECURITY, SCOPING ME OUT, JUST READING, WAITING IN AN ENCLOSED ENVIRONMENT, WITH SMOKE FROM DISTANT AND LOCAL FIRES, CLOUDING THE SKY, MAKING THE AIR LESS THAN DESIRABLE TO BREATH, ADDING UP TO POSSIBLE RESPIRATORY ISSUES, LATER IN LIFE . . . GETTING THE IMPRESSION THAT SOMETHING WAS UP, I LEFT, AND JUST MINUTES, AFTER I LEFT THE HOSPITAL, A HIGHWAY PATROL MAN . . . POSSIBLY THE SAME ONE WHO FOLLOWED ME TO THE HOSPITAL ON SUNDAY, WHEN THE TWO BIKERS, ALSO FOLLOWED ME, SEEING ME SAFELY TO MY DESTINATION, MAKING A PRESENSE AND LIVING TRUE AND PURE TO THEIR STANCE OF BIKERS AGAINST BULLIES, AND IN MY SITUATION, THAT MEANS COPS! HIGHWAY PATROLMAN OR WOMEN, ARE OUT OF THEIR JURISDICTIONS OR AREA OF POWER, AS STATE COPS, TO OVERSEE THE HIGHWAYS! THE SECOND I GOT TO THE BUS TERMINAL, I HAD SHERIFFS ON MY ASS . . . NOW, I HAVE WORKED FOR THE GOVERNMENT, KNOW HOW GOVERNMENT WORKERS OPERATE, AND THEY ARE STRICTLY 8 OR 9 TO FIVERS, AND THE TAX PAYERS ARE LUCKY TO GET THEM TO WORK A FULL FRIDAY, WITH OFFICES CLEARED BY EARLY FRIDAY AFTER NOON! SO WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE 4 SHERIFF DEPARTMENT VEHICLES, AND ABOUT 6 OTHER VEHICLES DOING ON A SATURDAY, MORNING, AT EXACTLY THE SAME TIME THE BUSES START TO RUN, WHEN THE COURTS ARE CLOSED, AS IS THE COUNTY OFFICE BUILDING? OTHER THAN SERVING AS BAILIFFS AND COURT DOCUMENT SERVERS, THE SHERIFFS, TRADITIONALLY, SHOULD BE OUT IN THE COUNTY PATROLING TRAFFIC AND CRIME IN THOSE OUTLINING AREAS, NOT OVERSTEPPING THEIR JURISDICTIONAL BOUNDARIES, CROSSING OVER INTO THE POLICE DEPARTMENT TERRITORY, WITH A HUGE ASS PRESENSE, JUST ACROSS THE STREET! WHAT IS EVERYONE'S RESPONSIBILITY, IS NOT ONE'S RESPONSIBIITY . . . WHAT IS NO ONE'S RESPONSIBILITY, IS EVERYONE'S RESPONSIBILITY, BUT NO ONE CLEARLY TAKES THE BLAME, AND NO ONE CLEARLY GETS THE CREDIT FOR GOOD WORKS! THERE ARE LINES OF DEMARCATION BETWEEN CITY POLICE DEPARTMENTS AND SHERIFFS, IN ADDITION TO HIGHWAY PATROL! STOP BEING EUNICS AND GET SOME BALLZ! STOP LISTENING TO NON-ATTORNEY SISTERS, AND DUMB ASS LYING ATTORNEYS, PRETENDING TO BE ME! TITS & ASS CAN ONLY GO SO FAR, AND THEN YOU ARE GETTING YOURSELVES IN HOT SHIT! START "PASSIONATE ABOUT PURITY" OF THE SYSTEM OF THE GOVERNMENT, OF RELATIONSHIPS, OF CHARACTER, OF EVERYTHING . . . AS THE ARTICLE IN THE RELIGION SECTION OF THE MISSOULIAN, TODAY, "STEALING FROM THE LIVES AND SPIRITS" OF OTHER PEOPLE CAN HAVE LONG LASTING, SCARING AND DAMAGING EFFECTS, NOT ONLY ON THE PERSON, WHOM IS BEING STOLEN FROM, BUT FROM THE THIEF . . . ANOTHER ARTICLE, ASKED SEVERAL RELIGIOUS LEADERS, WHICH OF THE TEN COMMANDMENTS, WAS THEIR FAVORITE? GOOD REMINDERS OF A MORAL LIFE . . . I KNOW IT IS HARD TO LEGISLATE MORALS, BUT WE CAN KEEP THESE 10 COMMANDMENTS AS REMINDER OF WHAT A MORAL LIFE LOOKS LIKE! "LAWMAKERS TO BUTTRESS AUTHORITY OVER EXECUTIVE AGENCIES" AND RIGHTLY SO . . . THERE ARE GRAY AREAS OF RUNNING A GOVERNMENT AND A STATE THAT OVERLAP . . . WHILE THE LEGISLATIVE BRANCH IS TO CREATE AND WRITE THE LAWS, AND THE EXECUTIVE BRANCH TO ENFORCE THE LAWS THAT THE LEGISLATIVE BRANCH PASSES, LEGISLATURES, AT LEAST IN UTAH, HAVE TH POWER TO DO A LEGISLATIVE AUDIT ON VARIOUS GOVERNMENT AGENCIES, THAT ARE TRADITIONALLY SUPERVISED AND UNDER THE DIRECTION OF THE EXECUTIVE BRANCH, BUT IN THE CASE OF RULEMAKING AN ACTIVITY THAT REGULATORY AGENCIES DO, TO ENFORCE THE LAWS, RULES, MOTIONS, REFERENDUMS AND OTHER LEGISLATIVE ACTIONS . . . OUR ELECTED REPRESENTATIVES, THROUGH COMMITTEE OR AUDITING, CAN LOOK INTO THE ACTIVITIES OF THE OTHER BRANCHES OF THE GOVENMENT, WHEN LAW ENACTED ARE BEING DELAYED FROM GOING INTO EFFECT AT THE PROPER DATES, ALLOWED BY LAW! GET "PASSIONATE OF PURITY!" REMEMBER, THE WHOLE AMERICAN GOVERNMENTAL STRUCTURE IS BASED ON A BALANCE OF POWER BETWEEN BRANCHES, BETWEEN COP AGENCIES, WITH SOME OVERLAPPING, DEPENDING ON THE FACTS . . . THAT WAY, IF ONE BRANCH, OR ONE COP SHOP FUCKS UP, THERE IS AT LEAST SOMEONE WHO IS AWARE OF THE PROBLEMS AND HAS THE POWER, OR JURISDICTIONS, WHICH JUST MEANS THE POWER TO DO SOMETHING, CAN STEP IN AND FIX THE PROBLEMS, BETTER SERVING "WE THE PEOPLE" IN PROTECTING RIGHTS, PROPERTY, LIVES AND LIBERTY! GET "PASSIONATE ABOUT PURITHY!"

Nurse . . . I Am Not a Lawyer . . . Damned Right, You Are NOT!  To Claim Otherwise, Is Impure, Unjust, and a Bold Faced Lie!

Being a person, who is passionate about purity, the hardest thing for me, as an attorney, is to have non-attorney sisters, or less than constitutional law attorneys, wear my name, my credentials, and pretend to be me!  Beyond the money, the purity of justice, the purity of a legal system, the purity of the Utah State and other bar associations, being a member of 4 bar communities, lacks integrity, authenticity, merit, credibility, and even value, when impurities, like the government, letting or allowing, non-attorney bitches to practice law, in my good name, to allow access to jobs, power, levels of the law, that are allowed, due to my history, education, accomplishments, honors, jobs, etc.  That is very deceptive, dishonest, low down, dirty corrupt, practices, that are more indicative of mob activities, organized crime, mafia, and legalized mafia, than it is of a, respected, government, church, state, police departments, bus system, shelter, participating, in a fraud, that is both illegal, and criminal.  I just have a small problem with the purity element, that is lacking from that whole scenario . . . who did the work, is not getting the credit, who wrote the blog, the manual, the case, is not getting the proper recognition, let alone the monetary compensation for their work, but the wounding of the lives and spirit of the true authors the true musicians, the true attorney!  

Just recently, there has been a legal issue, surrounding the copyright, or the securing of the credit to the song, we have all sung at one time or another . . . Happy Birthday to You . . . that was adopted, and rewritten, from some jingle back in the 1920's, that is getting to the point, that after 100 years, the song and music, becomes public domain.  However the family of the original author of the jingle, that has been sung billions of times, is refusing to let it go into the public domain, saying that due to the copyright, that it remains the property of the family, and cannot go into the public domain.  Now, none of us, have paid 5 cents, each time we sang the birthday song, and I doubt, that the family, even if they had a way to collect royalties on the music, or the use of their relative's music and song, could, in fact, collect.  I think that it is a matter, of, the recognition, of who came up with the cleaver song and music, that has graced birthday parties, been sung by movies stars . . . Marilyn Monroe's famous rendition of that song, singing in her sexy raspy voice, to President John F. Kennedy, on the birthday near his death.  There is something to the life and spirit of a person, who longs for the recognition that is deserved them . . . and there are wounds, that go far beyond the money.  That is the case with me, my son, or sons, my daughters, whom has written water district plans, that were, I would guess, used inspite of the fact, that she was denied the job, and maybe because her plan was so good, or my other daughter, who helped get a semi-pro baseball diamond and soccer field put in Loudon County, Virginia . . . credit should go where credit is due . . . not to some, average Joe Blow, who could not have done the work, created the music, the ideas, written the case, the manual, or done the work in the 100 years, that is takes to become part of the public domain!

Former Abused Wife . . . How Long Has It Been Since You Have Seen Your Abusive Husband?  I Want to Forget that Part of My Life!

So, I get to lunch at the Poverello Palace, and Ann, starts to bitch and moan, all over the place, letting everyone, know of her troubles, and how she is going to have to go to the hospital, due to the smoke.  I am not a nurse, but I asked what a doctor or the hospital could do for the smokey conditions outside, and for her, being exposed to it.  She thought for a moment, and admitted that she didn't know what they could do.  I made several suggestions that would get her out of the Pov. and to Walmart, or the Southgate Mall, that would get her to a place she could be smoke free, and enjoy being away from the Poverello . . . she just wanted to bitch and moan, not solve the problem.  Later, she started mentioning that her abusive ex-husband might show up in Missoula, and she would have to leave, how he came to Ohio, and he was arrested, and she had a protective order, that included the whole United States, not just in Missoula, and on and on, about how scary he was, and that he had been abusive to her friends, blah, blah, blah.  She happened to have mentioned that her protective order was from 2004, and that seemed like an awefully long time to worry about this guy showing up at her door, or the Poverello door.  She said, she had not seen him in years, making my point, and in actuality, she has not seen him, in about 11 years, with the possibility of him, showing up, or caring after that long, is a rare possibility if not a zero chance.

All of the sudden, Ann, went off, on this venting, that she was trying to forget that part of her life, and blah, blah, blah, and why did I remind her.  I was just sitting there, thinking, you were the one who brought the issues up, the one, yelling to the whole room, and I just ignored her.  Then, some chick from the other table, said, Ann, we don't all want to hear about your stories.  Then she turned her venom, back on me, like it was my fault that she was crying over shit from 11 years ago, and long before, I just asked her, how long it had been, since she saw the guy, trying to get her to see her fears were unfounded.  I started talking to this other girl about the good food at the hospital, and ignoring Ann . . . she made the point, I wanted her to make and realize . . . she is fearing ghosts!  Now, Ann, seemed to be no this strange bent, from the second, I got back from hiking up Rattlesnake, feeding horses apples, watching cattle, and visiting with friends, enjoying the bus ride.  When someone, who has formerly been a good friend, all the sudden, turns and starts, making up shit, and blaming, and whatever . . . generally, they have been contacted by Shelley, Allan aka Frank, Brett, Kay,  my family or some cop agency working for the mob, and they are paid to trash the friendship, and be a bitch . . . over and over and over again, this same scenario starts, when the fraud broads and their fuck buddies are getting close to being discovered, as the liars they are.  These guys are as elementary as A-A, B-B, C-C . . . in their patterns of criminal behavior!

Sarcastic . . . I'm Not a Lawyer . . . I Am!  Ann, I Know About Domestic Violence . . . Wrote the Award Winning Manual on Domestic Violence and Sexual Assault, Under the Violence Against Women Act, Getting the Award from President Clinton, in Washington, D.C., Around 1997!

Two cans are always better than one!  LOL!  So, the first one, comes when Elvira, sarcastically states that she is not a lawyer; I retort, I am . . . and I proceeded to tell, a woman who had a 10 inch, newly recovering surgery slash in her back, from a cancer laced vertibre that the attorney, medical malpractice attorney, I dated at the time, I was general counsel for the Utah Medical Association, used to call the doctors, the Slice and Dice Gang . . . and warned me not to take the job offer from the UMA, so of course, I immediately took the job, but he hated the docs, because he saw all their fuck ups . . . putting breast implants in women, so big, that the saline bags, actually ripped through their skin, leaving big gaping wholes!  As me and Greg Erickson, a big time Mo, so he will lie for Kay and crew, but as we attended swanky physician dinners up at Snowbird Ski Resort, Greg, would look around the room, and nervously tell me that he had sued that doc, and that doc, etc., and how uncomfortable he was with the doctors, and hated the idea that I was their general counsel!  LOL!  Deal with it . . . and he did, he was lined up with a Mo housewife, by a judge friend, American woman . . . get away from me!  LOL!  

 I probably should have listened to him, the doctors turned on me like vipers, after I was poisoned, and the very one, especially, I saved, Dr. Taj Becker, a neurologist in St. George, Utah, who became a national hero due to my efforts, and her husbands, became friends with sister, Rachel, aka, JoAnn! or Me . . . nice, save the professions of physicians from Medicaid/Medicare fraud units, and later, regulatory attorneys and investigators, looking into SEC violations for securities and the thanks I get from the docs . . . and their cops, poisoned and later my clit removed by two brothers, the McDonald docs, one in Heber City, the one who did it, and doc bro, Kent McDonald, whom my father, who most likely order the female circumcision, who checked me out to see if the job was done!  I never put the two and two together, until recently!  But, then Brock and Rice, my two plaintiffs in the $357 million lawsuit, both Republicans, big time Mo's, also turned on me, and brought Rachel or one of the gals, Shelley, Kay, now Sue and Tiff in to be me . . . They are all surely lacking a PASSION FOR PURITY!

I think, Elvira and Ann, must have been contacted, or Elvira, had been earlier, having turned a few days ago, and Ann today, both as obvious as black and white, in their attitudes . . . but, one was looking for support from the other, and not really getting it.  LOL!  But, I blasted Elvira, and later, Ann, when I told Ann, I was well aware of domestic violence, blah, blah, blah!  And I am sure, that everyone listening, could tell the true lawyer, was sitting in their mists!  You see, I can be fun, laid back, never mention that I even am an attorney and people get into this false sense of security, that I am this harmless creature, demure, just pretending to be an attorney, but if they cross me, or punch the right buttons, with the confidence and security of a skilled surgeon, I will cut them to shreds, with all the power, control and calm of a seasoned, trial attorney, and generally after that, there is not doubt!  I fucking love being an attorney, and the serendipitous occasions, like this, especially, when I can see, that something has changed in alleged friends, I am passionate about shredding these dumb asses, that get carried away, and start to feel somewhat superior to me . . . dig the hell out of the thrill of the kill . . . especially, Shelley's bull shit crew!  LOL!   

I can guarantee that there is surveillance all over that damned place, in ever nook and cranny, listening to every word that comes out of my mouth, not only so the bitches can learn how to be me, but so the possible, good guys, can also, listen and hear the cleansing statements of truth, with facts, dates and those juicy delicious details that only the real McCoy would know!  Like the fact that the Utah Medical Association, sent me a letter, after I was diagnosed to die, that they appreciated all the work I did, basically putting Utah docs on the map for fighting government fraud units, putting the government back at least 15 years, in their quest to torture and snoop into docs records, looking for evidence of upcoding and over billing the government for health care and expenses!  They were not happy with me, and I got them in time to save the docs, tons of trouble!  With the financial planners and securities advisors, that help came by way of filing the Brock et al v. Herbert et al, securities case with attorneys and financial planners from all over the nation calling to thank me, in addition to the federal courts making a shit load of money, from firms paying to get the up to date briefs I filed, via, electronic filing, 39, just on the first page, first week of the case!  I AM PASSIONATE ABOUT PURITY!  BUT OBVIOUSLY, MY CLIENTS, THE COURTS, THE BAR, AND UTAH WAS NOT PURE IN THEIR LIES!  BOOB BRIGADE GOT THE GIG!  AND THE $357 MILLION!

Fun and Games with the Sheriff's Department Bus Drivers!  LOL!

I got up early, on Thursday and exercised, went swimming, and before I left the Pov, that morning, Ann, when she was still on my side, and a friend, temporarily, told me she didn't feel right about me going up hiking in Rattlesnake Canyon, seeing that twice before, in the early morning hours, I had issues, and her ex-boyfriend who just got into town, said that he could not believe that I was going up hiking alone in the Rattlesnake, that there had been satanic rituals, and evil stuff going on up there.  So, that morning, when I got on the bus, with the bus driver/sheriff, goatee, athletic looking driver, who has set me up, with cops driving by and maybe the hit or whatever, was active as hell that morning at the bus terminal.  He was also the driver, the day, it was mix and match, bus lines, that were not related, and taking him out of his normal route, and being the driver everywhere I went . . . set up, set up!  So, I got up to the top of Rattlesnake and told the driver that I was not going up hiking there today, but going to look around Greno Park, and the Lolo area.  He seemed shocked, and I had noticed, that he was acting strange and this chick, who seems somehow involved in the deal, new rider on the bus, attractive, professional, could be a cop, or a federal agent, the one who told me there were no rattlers up Rattlesnake Canyon, that is was just the way the road was snaking up the canyon that gave it the name . . . whatever, it was on the front page of the newspaper, that a man had a run in with a rattler, just two weeks earlier . . . 

But, as we got back to the bus terminal, and I decided to go write my blog, I notice the goatee driver, running up to the chick driving the Bonner bus, who walks, talks and drives the bus, like a cop, kicking someone off in Bonner, East Missoula, or Riverside, for bringing a red plastic gas container, without gas, on the bus, immediately, unhooked her seat belt, and ran back to the bus, kicking him off, and when he asked for her name, she proudly, as if she was used to citizens asking her badge number when she harassed them or denied them their rights, and gave it to them.  Most women bus drivers are a bit hesitant to handle problems on the bus, but if you are a cop, different game, just like me, nice until the need arises and I am all lawyered up and game for the fight . . . live, breath and die for it!  But, the driver of the Rattlesnake, said something to her, and I knew that I had been set up with feds getting off in East Missoula, when I checked out the Living Waters Church and Cafe, and as the driver knows, I can be a creature of habit and he probably thought, we didn't get her up the Canyon, so it is now up to you to let us know if she gets off in E. Missoula.  Or so it seemed.  But, I tricked both of them . . . I didn't get off at that time, but I did, get off, early and decided to go to McDonalds, no Broadway East, and get a Diet Coke, to fool them, by not going back to the terminal . . . the chick seemed pissed, and she had been writing, during her brief stop in Bonner, probably telling the cops that I didn't get off and was coming back to town.  

I laughed and waited for the #5 bus from Rattlesnake to show the driver and cop that I SNAKED his sorry ass!  LOL!  And in deed, the bus driver/cop, did seem genuinely surprised that I was back no his bus . . . I am a gamer . . . games for grownups!  I love it, and always win!  LOL . . . three years and counting, just a few months from 4 years all these fuckers have been trying to take me down, so they can spend my family's money, on their RVs, trips and vacations, retirement, without being caught or brought to the attention of non-Mo feds, that, people who don't have any earning power at all, or a history of it, Kay . . . going $10,000 in debt a month in her shitty law practice, for ambulance chasing, before stealing my cases, parents, set income, Sue and Kevin retired, Tiff and Dave, Shelley the welfare queen, not the gal at the Poverello Palance and dealing with Elvira a the Bitch Queen, Ann, who is most likely a cop herself.  

But, I got back to the terminal, and I knew that these fucking cop, bus drivers, had something planned up their sleeves, so, I first ditched over to the number 2 bus, hoping to get a driver, that didn't know what was going on . . . no such luck, and as we got ready to leave the terminal . . . guess who pulled up aside the bus I was on, the goatee man, putting his hand up to his face, making the universal signal to call him . . . threw their plans off AGAIN . . . I jumped off at the first stop and turned the other direction, just in time to get the inbound bus, number 2 . . . gotta love that every 15 minutes buses . . . back to the terminal, going the opposite direction than the man that sees goats!  LOL!  I stayed on that bus, because the #2 turns into #1 and goes straight to the law school; however, my phone started to beep, uncontrolably, marking my location to sky ears!  Oh, I am on the libraries computers, and I only get 1 hour, so I was cut off, and had to get another reservation to finish this blog, so if I get cut off, you will know that my second hour is up . . . but, I went upstairs to read the Wall Street Journal headlines, and the guy sitting across from me, was asleep and he had a NSA . . .National Security Agency hat on, and I thought, I hope the Mo cyber spies, are asleep on Saturday, now what did I say about government workers?  LOL!  

Needless to say, I got my blog done on Thursday and I am getting it done today, after a highway patrol man tried to pick me up, while reading in the hospital, but I was already GONE!  LOL!  TOUGH LUCK OFFICER!  YOUR OUT OF YOUR FUCKING JURISDICTION . . . PASSIONATE ABOUT PURITY, WOULD NAIL YOU IN A LEGITIMATE COURT OF CONSTITUTIONAL JURISDICTION, ASSHOLE!  LOL!  Probably a Mo Pro, using a highway patrol man/woman's car . . . the other night at the Pov. just after staff locked the doors for check in, some, Billy Idol, bleached blonde cop, looking and acting like robo cop, pounded on the door to no avail, and finally got in his squad car and burned the asphalt down the street!  LOL!  I am still alive, happy, breathing, pissing cops off, for the 20th year, and getting my two cents out to the world, by the billions . . . digging the hell out of life, love, and everything . . . oh, that reminds me, I have 5 minutes for the Shades of Grey!

Secret Ring on My Bed, Perfect Size and Possible Symbolic Significance!

So, my loyal readers know, that I hooked up with James "Angel" Kennedy, allegedly, one of the 51 Kennedy cousins, and nephews of both President Kennedy and Bobby Kennedy, most likely stating, after our meeting where I refused dinner, dates, kisses and going to a hotel, with the double, because I am sure he is some flunky cop, who just happens to look like the Kennedy family, but, he allegedly got shot after being with me . . . skiing anyone, with Brett and Kay anyone . . . but, there have been strange events since leaving, Mr. Kennedy, who told me to meet him in Durango, then swapped me for my booby little sister, Rachel, who you all think is me, JoAnn S. Secrist, or likely Joann Secrist, allegedly two different women . . . no, I did it all, all they claim, I did, you love them because of the stuff I did, you just got introduced to them . . . and you never have a second chance to convince someone that the first person was not the real JoAnn or attorney, therefore, making it almost impossible, given my living situation, that perfectly, and purely fits everything I have been writing about in this blog . . . when I say I am at at homeless shelter in Butte, I am fucking in Butte, when I say I have been at the Poverello Center for about two months, I have fucking been there every day, except a short Zip Trip to Kalispell for a day, around the 15th of last months, check the Salish-Kootenai Transportation Shuttle, purchased tickets, in Missoula and on the return trip, in Evergreen . . . evidence, evidence, evidence!  So, easy, it makes me sick that the fucks that are suppose to be solving this can't figure it out . . . BECAUSE THEY DON'T WANT TO FIGURE IT OUT!

Anyway, there have been strange symbolic appearances of Kennedy reminders, probably placed there by Kay, trying to keep the romantic flame between me and Kennedy going, so Rachel and Kennedy can keep claiming that she is me!  LOL!  He is a dumb as Rachel, good match, both don't have a thing to talk about . . . Kennedy could not even remember his date of birth or year, how many kids he had, and whatever . . . Like is attracted to like, both fucking liars!  But, both very physical people and probably have great sex . . . I expect some great conversation, now and again, with my dinner before sex!  Kennedy, didn't know his asshole, from his brain, and he used the head under his belt, rather than the one above!  LOL!  Familiar readers will know that, when Kennedy, good looking for sure, came in the Butte Rescue Mission, just after Christmas, I had this strange reaction, and looked down at my ring finger, freaking out, looking for a wedding ring that was never there, seemingly, connected to this man, didn't know his last name, that just came through the door . . . let's say, I believe in magic and I am a hopeless romantic, so this was weird and seemed to fit my M.O. for getting hooked up with someone1  LOL!  After the ring, came the shoes, the piles of rocks, the blue tarp, more shoes, the switching of a book called, something like Something Love, exchanged for Strange Love . . . . then I had the three knocks, just after Mr. Hot Pants, equally as good looking as Kennedy, Phil . . . Sandra, my Native friend, asked him his name, and said she was going to tell him that JoAnn "Horn Dog" Secrist, wanted to know!  Screammmmm, but I would not put it past her!  LOL!

I believe, it was actually, the night that I asked Sandra to find out his name . . . hot, hot, hot, and getting hotter by the day.  But, that night, I went up and found this strange ring on my bed, that was just the perfect size . . . I think a 7 and a half, if I remember, been a while, and I like bands, better than diamonds, just a gold band, is more symbolic, represents the never ending circle of love, or something like that, but very classy, very natural, and very utilitarian . . . does the job.  My first thoughts were, James has a insider, who did the book, and now the ring, who would know what bed I was on, #6, in a room of 40 beds, so someone had to know what the fuck was going on.  I tried the ring on and if fit perfectly, strange, in deed, and like Pavlovs Dogs, if you took psychology 101, I started to salivate over the through of James Kennedy, but still had the thought so the new guy, freshly on my mind . . . last night, this dude, stood back side to me, and did a full rear view assault, right in my line of sight, leaving me up all night, after walking around the Pov. compound, peeking through the gate spaces, to stare at him, in the yard, behind the fence and thinking about him, each time I woke up . . . but that is now, and I am talking about the ring night.

That Which You Resists, Persists!  I Tried This When I Was Married and Had an Emotional Affair with a Fellow Student . . . Never Kissed, Touched, but the First Time I Saw Him . . . Felt Like My Chest Was Slashed Open, and Heart Fell Out . . . Resisted, and It Only Got Worse . . . Passionate About Purity, Divorced, Integrity . . . Sleeping with One Guy, In Love With Another!  Scream!

With ring on my finger, I thought, if James is a federal agent, he saw the whole situation, tonight, and probably heard it, and in all fairness, he might have been shot because of me, or his association, or the threat of being with me . . . jealous ex-lovers and husbands . . . don't necessarily want me back, but they sure as hell, don't want someone else getting me!  LOL!  But, I faithfully, put the ring on my finger and, kind of dedicated my faithfulness to James, at least until November . . . there was a book that had the title, November of the Heart, sitting in the window seal of the Pov.  I thought, that makes perfect sense, because, if he is a real Kennedy, I had written a shit load of blogs, about the Kennedy assassinations, and JFK Jr.'s alleged death, and if a Kennedy, read them, they might, just want to meet the woman, writing the blogz, therefore, that seemed to satisfy my sense of why a real Kennedy might come to the shelter.  

President Kennedy was assassinated, November 22, 1963, if the year is right, so, I am trying to lose weight, that buys me a few months, to look better, so this might be a good thing . . . put this ring on, and be faithful, close your eyes, don't look at the other guy . . . on the passionate about purity thing . . . I fought Mike, the attorney, for 5 years, and when I finally asked my husband of 15 years for a divorce, he cried and he knew about Mike, my struggle, and we both cried . . . but, within less that 24 hours, my still husband was on a date with his secretary, that he later married for about 2 months . . . how pure were his intentions, and maybe my dream was to protect me from HIM!  Get out while you can still get Mike . . . then, I got accepted to law school, Mike was pissed, wished me luck, for the next three years!  Fine . . . he knew I was ambitious, and that is why he mentioned that he was looking elsewhere, for Mo Muffin!  LOL! 

I Want Pure Love . . . I Deserve It . . . I Fought Adultery for 5 Fucking Years!

I had the ring on the next morning . . . but, it seemed to have the opposite effect on me, the more I was trying not to see, Phil, the worse, I started to think about him . . . Never Say Diet!  LOL!  I took the ring off, a few hours after I got up, put it in my purse, and decided, not to make any commitments to anyone!  I am just going to get in shape, and if the two brutally handsome guys don't want me, I am going down to one of the vintage car shows, and looking for a good old boy, fixes cars, fishes, goes to breakfast out, likes to go to football games, and cuddle up and just have fun, watching a movie, or cooking a BBQ in the backyard!  James and Phil, are both younger, and of a faster set, and I don't know if I want to be bothered worrying about the way I look or younger woman, the rest of my life.  I have longevity on my side, and a youthful outlook and most people would think me either younger than both or at least in their same age category.  But, they both strike me, as not built to be faithful, and might be better memories!  LOL!  

Perhaps that are both, sick of the games, sick of being dumped or dumping, and really do want a good relationship.  Who knows, but, it is Open Range for me Right NOW!  LOL!  Dr. Laura Slessinger, the pop psychologist, before she was popular, who analyzed Jerry Owens and my relationship--he will say that I am Shelley too, and that Elliot is his child and Shelleys, or some fucked up version of the bull shit lies, Dr. Laura, said I had a fear of commitment--that was in 1992, still do, but with the right guy, NO--Jerry proved to be an ass! . . . I believe was on the Jenny Jones Show, just one step above the Jerry Sprenger Show, went off the air when a guy admitted on TV that he had a crush on another guy who committed suicide sometime later.  Sad . . . passionate about purity . . . honest is always the best policy . . . some guy on the bus admitted that he was gay today, so what, I fought endlessly for your rights to marry!  Purity!  I have lived in the fast lane for too long, need to turn the reigns over to the next generation of hot shot lawyers . . . like I was hoping my daughter, would be, and still might, and recommend that she leave her husband and pursue her interests, I never regretted that decision, endless joy from my education and legal training, opened doors, that I love!  Finally, 25 or so years after my divorce, my kids are seeing why I divorced . . . I was emotionally dying, good man, but like being married to a wall, with no emotions . . . I AM PASSIONATE ABOUT LIFE, LOVE, SEX, THE CONSTITUTION, FAMILY, GOOD TIMES, ETC.!

The Dom, the Subservient, the Dinner Discussion

The other night, back on the Ponderosa, I happened to come back about the time that Elvira, was just responding to a couple of cowboys on some dating site, she is going on, to find someone to take care of her sorry ass, she calls it, she is looking for someone to adopt her!  Yuck!  So, I asked her what kind of stuff she was writing?  She said that she had 8 men, responding to her, offer to be dominated! What the fuck?  I asked her to explain, because, that is kind of sick, and seems childlike and I knew that she was getting that from the Bible, which I respect, but only in the entirety of the scripture, that is like a contract between the husband and the wife . . . in Ephesians 2:5, I believe, the woman is to submit herself to the man, as the head of the family, but he is to present her to the Lord, without a wrinkle!  Most people lay the submissive part, forgetting the other end of the contract, that he present her wrinkle free, and in a world that values young, young wives, dumping the 40 year old for the two 20's, the men are not living up to their end of the bargain, even if all the dumb women, submit.  I asked her, if she didn't think it better, rather than being a door mat, and serving her man's every need, that it is better to be partners, discussing issues together, in a manner of love, respect and acceptance as two adults, not in a master/servant relationship?  

No, I am a great catch because, I will do whatever this man tells me to do . . . does sadistic sex acts count?  Abuse?  Slavery?  Other woman . . . she was defending polygamy, last night too . . . let me tell men, that I am every bit as polygamist and not into monogamy as you are, and if it is ever brought back, which the Mo's want, and use as a recruiting tool, I will go for equal protection under the law, and uniform operation of the law, and go for more than one husband . . . hell, I have always, until I make a commitment, been a group girlfriend, starting in second grade, where 10 boys chased me home each night after school, to a group in junior high that I sneaked out of bed to meet and play summer games, to a group of guys, singing me, JoAnn take me down to a place by the river, before I knew them, chased me all over town, til they caught me or blocked me in a church parking lot, to a gang of friends of Mikes, the lawyer above mentioned, to all the cops of all flavors,and long time pattern of a group of men, who simultaneously have liked or even loved me . . . so, no, what is good for the goose is good for the gander!

So, this dumb ass DOM . . . standing for dominator, who can't even support himself, is stupid enough to argue with an attorney, twice his age, and responded to my question, if a man, could be right in all family decisions, fucking all the time and didn't need the input of his wife . . . he said yes!  At that time, I knew I was dealing with two fucking idiots, that are both looking for someone to support them