I Am So Sorry, You Landed, In a Homeless Shelter . . . I Mean with Your Education? I Am Even More Sad For You Than For Myself . . . Actually, I Am Quite Happy!
Elvira, before she left the Poverello Palace, for Polson, to take care of an old man, I think she hopes, will actually either take care of her, or adopt her, to use her words, said . . . JoAnn . . . this is just a vacation for you, you are going to the spa, swimming, hiking, and doing your blog. So, is there anything wrong with that, I am digging the hell out of this homeless thing, having a ball, hanging out with better looking men, between Butte and Missoula, than I ever saw when practicing law! LOL! I told the woman, mourning for my educated losses, that when I was out in Bonner this morning, I looked around at that small houses, and thought of my homes, that were either taken or are under U.S. Marshal, sheriff and cop arrest, or lock down--guarded 24/7 from its owner, probably with a cop, living in my house and using my cabin, up at Panguitch Lake, and yes, if I think about it, I will go crazy, how much I have lost, but on the other hand, just looking at the beautiful mountains, outside East Missoula, Riverside, and Bonner, the River, the blue skies of Montana, and all the fun activities, interesting people, and fodder for writing, I am actually really happy! I live a very simple life, as stripped down as you can possibly get, and loving it a ton! I told the lady, that two months ago or so, I was in Utah, and my daughter, Greta, drove me passed the 5th Judicial District Court in St. George, Utah, and I told her I was so, glad, that I was not sitting in some boring courtroom, listening to some blow hard attorney, and some lame ass judge! LOL!
One of my friends at the Pov. Palace, overheard my conversation with this woman, out by the lockers, and she said, I really liked your answer, it was good, and made sense. Amanda, has two advanced degrees, in addition to being a fitness trainer, and I know that she has struggled being at the shelter, but the changes in her have been amazing, to say the least and for the better! I think, that every one, should experience, living in a shelter or mission, it is the great equalizer . . . there are no cast systems here, no deference, no preferential treatment, we all do our chores or we are kicked out, and if there is an error, on one side or the other, the error is on the side of the least worthy by the world's standards, but the most worthy by the shelter standards! But, I have seen people come in beaten down by the world, circumstances, life, relationships, families, and when all is said and done, they realize that we still live in a fucking beautiful world, great state, fun city, and we have really cool people surrounding us, and there are times when, loneliness is worse than sharing your living quarters with a ton of other people. Gratitude is what most people come out or this situation with, and of all the top seven most hated sins, that God has listed in the New Testament, ingratitude tops the list! It seems like the less, I try to be the attorney me, and just accept the situation and enjoy whatever it is that I am doing right now, which is kick ass cool, the more people are recognizing the lawyer in me . . . if that makes sense?
WOW! Do You Live Here? Yes. You Sound Educated? I Am.
So, this guy in line, in front of me at the Pov. for lunch, turns to me, and says, WOW--do you live here? . . . I had just freshened my make-up, something, I never did in the real world, but, hey, Phil is hotter than hot, looks a bit mean, but, whatever, never smiles--cop, cop, cop--lol . . . what can I say, I enjoy looking at him and maybe it has taken me until I turned 60 to appreciate men, first Kennedy, now Phil . . . probably his undercover cop partner, biker dude, riding buddy, and best friend, and the way he acts, he could be married, can't quite figure him out yet? Assassin? I can tell he is both attracted to me, and is trying to stay away from me--love, hate, push, pull--cop, so he could be married, and if he is not undercover CIA or something like that, then, maybe we have something to learn from each other! I always have to watch where he gets into line, and I make sure that there are several people between me and mystery man, because, the urge to reach out and touch, is right there on the surface! LOL . . . love his arms, that silver bracelet, broad shoulders, nice ass, tall, and whatever . . . details, juicy, revealing, details! LOL . . . yeah, it is real hard being in the homeless shelter! LOL! I better be careful, or I will get kicked out, and that would not be any fun! LOL!
The cook, asked me if I wanted some soup . . . about a half cup, please. You sound educated? I thought to myself, you think you can tell my educational level, simply from hearing me tell the cook I only wanted a half a cup of soup--COP! I mean, come on . . . I gave him my sphill, blah, blah, blah, and he started saying that he thought that Mitt would have made a good president--Mo COP! I not indulge this idiot, and get into a political battle with him; he is probably the next on a long list of people in the shelter, that will lie and report, when asked, that I am someone other than I am! Oh, and double trouble, after writing about the cops, at the Fresh Market, Broadway in Missoula, in their staged, stupid sting op, discovered, with the watched, watching the watchers, now, my friend, actually two of them, said they saw a woman, who looked, dressed, walked and acted just like me, but a few pounds thinner, like I would look, once I get my weight off, which is coming. Oh, great, I have suffered through 5 sister doubles, 2 attorney doubles and now, reportedly there is this chick at the Market, and another one, Ann, saw driving a car . . . the one in the Market, was wearing, exactly what I do all the time, my black uniform, and my sometimes orange baseball hat, that I was wearing on Sunday!
First Exposure To South Gate Mall, Missoula . . . Exposed on Film!
Three years ago, back in the day, when I was early in the state of Montana, but not unfamiliar to cops nationwide, for my cases, taking out dirty cops, going after prosecutors, judges and getting a good number, either off the bench, put them through hell in a lawsuit, or taken off the bench in the case of corrupt judge, I was sitting in the South Gate Mall, reading a Montana Magazine on tourism and various places of interest, and I turned, and noticed a large camera, on a tri-pod, taking pictures, of what the photographer, first said was the stores, that were directly, on the right side of me, with the camera on the left, and me, smack dab in the middle. Digital cameras are not like the old ones, even huge ass ones like this one, taking pictures without a flash . . . but, I asked the guy if he wanted me to move, and was I in his way? I had a great new hair cut, that even looked better, without washing it for several days, given the natural curl . . . Walmart Smart-Style, Toole, Utah, Nicole, hairstylist! But, I went back to my reading, and looked up again, and this guy had moved the camera to another angle, that was not pointing at the two retail stores, he said he was featuring, or some lame ass excuse, but the large lens and camera, was directly aimed at the back side of my head and hair. I said, are you sure, you don't want me to move? Oh, no, you are fine . . . later he was directly in back of me, and breathing down my neck! What the hell . . . so, this new double, sista club is out, sounds like it, looks more like me, dresses like me and walks like me! Planning on killing me, now that I have somewhat of a presence in Missoula, written about it too much, or the gals are busy in other parts of the state and country . . .
I would check for money laundering in Chicago! And probably through a bogus law firm, would be my guess! Every time I turned my computer on location or tracking my location, it would be in Chicago . . . likely connection, because I worked for Americans United for Life, very prestigious law firm, dealing with education and public interest, and the United States Supreme Court! CIA Make-A-Wish Foundation, giving the girls the national experience I got in Chi-Town, 1992, between my second and third year of law school? Probably . . . if the locator is off, Pacific Time is what the post time is, even though, I am and have always been in Mountain time! Talking about murder . . . what would be the perfect cover for a murder, in Play City, U.S.A?
I have been thinking about this with a combination of thoughts, the whatever, that was up the mountain, snapped the large branch, snaking through the pines, FBI surveillance planes overhead . . . the man killer bear and cubs, allegedly, or was that to cover for a starved grizzly or mountain lion, left to eat my remains, after being shot, poisoned, or with my neck broken by whatever, human animal was tracking me, both from above and below? Early morning, silencer, nobody around, a caged griz or lion, even on a chain, or with a looped collar around it, and left the hungry animal devour or consume the parts of me, that were the evidence of a more sinister crime? Nice . . . probably was the plan! Yellowstone, allegations, made up name, sob story about putting down the bear . . . Nick, would could very well be in on this thing, from New Jersey, giving me reports, even in the newspaper, with the FBI and CIA, easy, easy, easy . . . AP or the Associated Press reporting it at the request of the government, oh, hell yeah! Plus, the feds want man to be afraid of predators, and move out of the mountains, close all the roads, or put them in storage . . . so only the ruling elite, under the one world order get access to the beauty! Just as you head up the steeper part of the trail in Rattlesnake, there is a sign that freaks me out, just in the wording and the implications of the words . . . END OF PUBLIC ACCESS!
Congratulations to the Wilks Family, Largest Land Owners In Montana . . . Working a Swap With BLM, Then Allowing Public Hunting on Their Property! Now that is Community, Montana Minded . . . Way Cool!
This land is your land, this land is my land, from California to the New York islands . . . this land was made for you and me! There is another group of family landowners, who are doing something very similar to this . . . putting lands back into the public lands arena, and making previous private property, open again to the public! Yahoo! Thanks! I can't stand that fucker, who owns a casino in Vegas, and then came to heaven, Panguitch Lake, and bought up 168,000 or so acres, then turned around and purchased the lodge and 32 or so cabins, surrounding the lake, that the rest of us peons get to some and use, when we can afford it! But, he hated hearing the 4-wheelers and side by sides, cruising around the lake and it irritated him that he had to deal with the added traffic! This asshole took land that was previous private, but the old owners, allowed anyone to hunt, fish or log for personal use, like the Rex Bess Family, that I married into, to come and harvest enough logs to make their cabin, at Scoot's Creek . . . but the government double, wrestled that and the Bess Family Home, that Allan intended for me to have, but the cops didn't think I deserved it or something, after taking a million home of my sister, Rachel's, that I won in a lawsuit against her ex-husband, the bank, title company . . . like tons of people do! Nor did they, the cop and feds, that I deserved the house, that belonged to a client whom I freed from a year in jail, and 45 years in prison for a crime that he never committed, but the cops doctored the evidence, taking two trips to the hospital and making it ONE!
Allan was fucked by Shelley, not this chick, bad ass, who saved Allan's ass from the cops, but Shelley, the bitch you fuckers believe to be ME, and then she shot him, point blank in the head, with a 22, then her and Frank of Interpol, cut up his body parts and burned him in the new furnace in the basement, and plastered the ashes into the cement walls of the basement . . . in the home that the real Allan had lived in since he was 5 years old! Then the two, following the show, RICHES, with Minni Driver, looks like Shelley, ransacked the house, for all the money, which was substantial . . . faked that Frank was Allan, then he married me, as a double . . . I annulled the marriage, after the discovery, Frank even signed the annulment, but Judge Ney, who married us and knew damned well at the time I married the liar, he was not Allan, whom had run-ins with the cops up a Panguitch Lake, even mug shots, that the cops denied me, Ney was a cop before he became a justice of the peace . . . Liars, liars, pant on fire . . . how much did they pay you, Judge Ney . . . you, Judge Westfall . . . You, Judge Walton . . . You, Eric Ludlow . . . you, Judge Shumate . . . you, Judge Ted Stewart . . . You, Judge Lyle Anderson . . . you, Judge Clarke Waddoups . . . you, Judge Tena Campbell? FUCKING REALLY?
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