SUPER COPS . . . SINK YOUR FANGS INTO SOMETHING DELICIOUSLY! THE PERFECT TURN ON, FOR A PSYCHOPATH, WOULD BE, TO HAVE COMMITTED CRIMES, SUCH AS MURDER, AND THEN RISE IN THE RANKS AND FILES OF THE ALLEGED BEST LAW ENFORCEMENT AGENCY IN THE WORLD, ALLEGEDLY THE FBI, AS STATED IN THE SERIES, "FBI FILES" AND THESE CHARMING, MANIPULATIVE, CHARISMATIC PEOPLE, WHO CAN GET PEOPLE TO DO ANYTHING FOR THEM, IN FACT PEOPLE WANT TO PLEASE THEM, DO FAVORS FOR THEM, AND EVEN WORK FOR THEM. IN REALITY, PEOPLE WOULD PREFER THE PSYCHOPATH, OVER THE HARD WORKING, PERSON, WHO ACTUALLY EARNS THEIR WAY TO THE TOP, THROUGH, AT TIMES, FIGHTING, CLAWING, SCRATCHING THEIR WAY TO THE TOP, WITHOUT THE AID OF ANYONE, AND IN SOME CIRCUMSTANCES, STEPS ON FINGERS, TOES AND HEADS, ACHIEVING DREAMS, GOALS, AND LANDMARKS IN THEIR LIFE! THE THRILL FOR THE SOCIOPATH AND THE PSYCHOPATH IS TO DO THE SAME THING, BUT WITHOUT WORKING FOR IT, AND STEALING IF FROM A RIVAL, A THREAT, OR A CHALLENGER, IS EVEN MORE OF A THRILL, AS IN THRILL OF THE KILL . . . FUELED BY HATE, ANGER, PASSIONS, JEALOUSY, RAGE, AND ENVY

Having FUN Going on a Head Trip, My Greatest Playground, My Own Mind!

TAKING DOWN THE RESIDENT EVIL IN YOUR COP SHOPS!  THEIR GOAL IS TO MAKE ME PAY FOR THEIR CRIMES AND THEM GET CREDIT FOR MY CONTRIBUTIONS--TWISTED SISTERS, DIFFERENT MOTHERS, PLUS EX-HUB--BEING THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY!

The Masterminds Behind The Crimes: Brett, Kay, Shelley, Etc.

CONGLOMERATE OF COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUS

As I was watching the series, called, The Killer Talks, several of the names, surprised me, and caught my attention, being indicative of people related to me and what happened to me, (1) Mike Eck, reminded me of Brett, and him trying to teach me about, Eckart Tolle, a German philosopher, who, believed in and wrote books about, The Power of Now and New Earth, while not being of any particular religion, Eckart's writings were about, guides to spiritual enlightenment, and awakening to your life's purpose of self help. Eckart had a sad childhood, his parents, often fought and later separated, he suffered from depression, then when through a transformation. (2) Gene Meredith, who was a deranged man, who had two personalities, one was Gene, a man who had been bullied, since childhood, he developed an alter ego, one he called, rage and anger, who was the tough guy who protected Gene his whole life, and he was the one, who seemed to control weak Gene, the night he met and stabbed a woman to death, taking out his rage against women, he had his whole life.  

The reason the name caught my eye, was that my mother, while spelling her name different, is Jean, and my grandmother, remarried at the age of 78, to a man, named Leo Meredith, and since this is a family crime, of sorts, perpetrated against, me and mine, the story and name seemed to fit, kind of the double personality of family members, on the one hand, my mother Jean is a very loving, mother and grandmother, but in another sense, she can be brutal and cruel . . . for instance, when Zeke or Richard, my husband lost his job of like 17 years, as head city planner in Provo City, Utah, and she said, that if he had been Mormon, this never would have happened to him!  What the fuck, does, being Mormon have to do with being a good city planner?  In a family and church, with no separation between the two, this type of thinking comes out, and my mother, acted like she had personal knowledge of exactly how this firing, from a newly elected mayor, took place, going against Zeke for the actions of someone he supervised, and who had offended this city council member, seemed like a stretch at best!  

And when I brought the music theft to my mother's attention, she didn't say, no that can't be true, or Isaac and Shelley would never do that, she just said, You are going to have to prove it!  Shelley, and her kids, were a Southwick family project, I was outside the family circles and basically, opted out of the system and protected my kids from the sick, judgmental family, yet at times fun, and something I wanted my children to experience, cousins, grandmother and grandfather, aunts and uncles, but I rarely shared anything about my children, myself, or my family, to the gossip and twisted interpretations of this closed family system.  But Shelley's family was clearly a favorite, and why?  Maybe because, everyone had to take care of her and her children, therefore, they grew attached and had a personal interest in their success.

Then, the next episode, was called, "Timothy Thomason: The Perfect Murder" of an Air force man, named, Scott Prince.  Both of the names, that of the killer and that of the murder victim, were symbolic. Kay was married to Tim Brown, and one of my names for the CIA, having met with my client, Tom Vail, where I firmly believe that Kay wrapped up the settlement, after my hard work, getting to that stage, and Tom was invited to have lunch with the CIA, and after that, he claimed that we never had a contract, and that was it, after bugging the shit out of me, never wanting to take his case in the first place, but calling me the second the Brock case hit the press, he had his criminal charges for securities violations dropped, and he called and offered me and my husband a week long, expense, paid vacation to Mexico . . . he was like something that I could not get rid of, until I had fought all his battles for him and we were at the settlement stage of two, $10 million demand letters, in lieu of suing the Las Vegas Review Journal and the state of Nevada, having pushed and talked for a while, and coming to the conclusion of those two cases, as we had worked through several others, more as technical issues dealing with the government, over a year and a half blitz, with Tom calling me, at least 10 times a day, with me screaming at him and doing work for him, with the hopes of the millions, and getting rid of the guy!  

Brett Controlled Shelley and Kay With Sex . . . He Used Them To Control Other Men, He Didn't Have Control of!  Rachel, Sue and Other Woman Came Later!

I am sure that Kay is famous for those cases, too!  The new and allegedly improved, JoAnn or Joann Secrist, coming in after the kill, and eating the remains before I could get a taste of my own success!  The PERFECT Steal, that I knew happened, but what do you do, when the very agency, who is in charge of investigating and prosecuting financial crimes, is in on the deal?  Are you seeing the bigger picture, Mo town cops, a presidency at risk, and a loan, sitting duck, female attorney, that is so busy, taking care of what a small 5 man law firm would have been doing, kicking ass, but being targeted by powers who, were outside their jurisdiction and hell bent on fucking me over!  God moves in mysterious ways, you see, Brett, who could not stand the fact that I left him, decided to take everything, of mine, family, cases, children, bands, name, title, in payment and getting revenge on me . . . Kay and Shelley, jealous females, and hungry to make me pay, for making their lives so miserable for years, when I was just being me, and doing my job, whether at the state, teaching or taking cases, but Brett seemed to be the Charles Manson, and had some magical, mysterious powers over these two women, in particular, both sex partners and maybe wives, in this spiritual wifery bull shit of the Mormon church, that none of them were ever active in, except to use, abuse, manipulate and get stuff from . . . evidence of that, Kay and Brett, posing as Christ, Kay as the woman caught in adultery, prostrating herself at his feet, which is kind of the sick, master/slave relationships . . . while the females were more educated and necessary, it was Brett, who controlled the nymphomaniacs with sex, and used them as sex slaves, to keep men under his control!

Grandiose Delusions of a New Earth, With Royalty, Chosen Members of the Family at Kings, Queens, Princes and Princesses (Children)

If you look at the things these three were reading, you will see the beginnings of this mind-set, and the goals. I remember early on, Rachel, having talked to Shelley, and she talked about taking over the world, and wanting to control it . . . this thought was totally foreign to Rachel, and she said who would want to rule the world, and as serious as she was about it, Shelley said, I would.  Now, the Mormon Church with a worldwide membership, and Utah the network marketing capital of the world, because of the 60,000 missionaries in the field, worldwide, and the high percentage of FBI, CIA, NSA, DIA, ATF and federal agents, being Mormons, all of which were inducted into the scam to steal Elliot's band, God's Revolver music, and earlier bands, Parallax and also Maraloka, now the Ditch and the Delta, and with little effort, use these two forces and blitz the world with music, concerts, clothing lines, a fake band, with the flash bang, glitz, light shows, dark stages and make a shit load, all before the real band, gets out the door!  And, as a carrot or enticement, Shelley, Brett and Kay, Frank, my father, and others involved in the music scam, made helping with the project, profitable for everyone!  Everyone got on the bandwagon, because they got paid.

Now remember, that in 2005 to about 2008, there was a construction boom, a great economy, building going on everywhere, at least in Utah . . . Brett had 4 pages of real estate under his name, back in about 2007, when I left him, and later it disappeared, but Shelley also, joined cousin, Christine, not only a witch, but an architect and was into flipping houses, doing most of the remolding herself, and so Shelley got into real estate too, a money laundering plan, and with building everywhere, especially in Logan, St. George, and Park City, where the three were from, filling up every inch of empty space, also implementing Brett's love of architecture, and it was highly evident to me, because he would point out all the cool buildings and structures in the Architectural Digest he read each month.  Most of the building had symbolic names, that would indicate to the insiders, who was building this stuff.  Elliot's band, was hard rock band of 2008!  It was perfect timing, the fake band, toured, right out of the get-go, with Isaac leaving as lead singer, of Maraloka, and touring with Remember the Alamo, with Frank, and the crew leading the money making and laundering! I used to see them as the Pep Boys!  Now, that I have made Elliot famous on the Internet, they had to induct Elliot this time around, or they would steal the music again, which I tried to stop, back in April and May with Kay's or some one's lame ass, heart shit, making people PAY, before they could listen to the music, not Elliot's style, nor did it match the dread, raunchy and sludge the genre of music!  They were all over the new music, trying to take their, UNFAIR SHARE!!!!!  There is huge market for this music, for anyone 40 and under!

The Type of Books that Fed This Group of Bandits, Cops, Liars!

When I first met Brett, he was reading, always reading, as I Shelley, but he was reading this huge black book, on Hitler, Mousilini and Stalin.  I remember being shocked by his selection of books, and what the hell is he reading, books about enemies of America, and the capitalist system.  He seemed to indicate, he agreed with them more, and liked their ideas and respected them for trying to rule the world, through socialist and communist principles!  Like I said, there seemed to be a theme for a New World!  Brett read books on weather control, a lot on climbing Mt. Everest and Italian archetecture . . . he would read to me, each night before we went to bed.  And the day after he picked me up, he read, Jane Austin's Fan Club, to me, and made me think he was an agent of some type, knowing, that I was an English major and would have liked Pride and Prejudice!  Which I did, and I was kind of shocked that he, as a guy would like a book like that, so, that led me to believe, that the book was intended to interest me, and it did, especially, because it stimulated my mind, while he stimulated other body parts, very enjoyable reads, always, and loving tender moments, each night, when under a single light, he would put his arm around me, and with the other one, read to me!  At times, I wondered if he was assigned by the government, to be the agent to figure out if I was getting over my Pick's Disease and seeing if I was going to be trouble for the government again!  He also thought I was a constitutional savant of some sort, gifted, yet, not all with it . . . no, just a genius in many things, but due to poisoning, I was temporarily out of sorts.  And as soon as I started to come to, and I will credit Brett with a lot of my healing . . . he always told me to just take baby steps, and I took baby steps all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court!  After I got my certificate from the U.S. Supremes, I took it up to Mt. Sterling, to show Brett.  

His sister and her husband, Ron, now deceased, were at the property, Brett and I lived on, and so I showed Deborah what Brett had helped me do, and I cried and told her to tell him.  I called him later and he called me back very fast, but I didn't hear, and when I tried to call back, his wife, I would assume was Kay, he said, Laila, demanded to know who I was, so I hung up!  Shit!  Well I have to go catch the bus, or I will be walking . . . will get to Shelley and Kay tomorrow!

Bye!

BOO COO POKER . . . LOVED BY FEW, WANTED BY MANY (BETTY BOOP). I AM NOT SURE THE FBI/CIA LEADERSHIP WANTS TO BASE IT DECISION FOR A TOP ATTORNEY, ACTUALLY USING SOMEONE ELSE'S RESUME, HISTORY, WORK EXPERIENCE, CREDENTIALS, BASED ON THE NUMBER OF MEN, WITH BOY MENTALITIES WHO WANT TO BEND HER OVER THE COPY MACHINE, AND "DO" HER! A CULTURE BASED ON SEX, IS BUILT ON A SHAKY FOUNDATION . . . WHEN MOST MEN BECOME WEALTHY, IS AFTER THEY TURN 50, BECAUSE THEY DO NOT SPEND AS MUCH TIME THINKING ABOUT SEX. WOMEN, WHILE NOT AS FRESH, SEXY, SULTRY, AND SOUGHT, IN THEIR OLDER YEARS, IN A JOB, LIKE DIRECTING THE FBI, CIA, OR THE COUNTRY, ARE BETTER, SMARTER, KNOW MORE, AND DO A MUCH BETTER JOB, WITH THE DUTIES AT HAND. A CULTURE OF WINK, WINK, NOD, NOD IN AN OFFICE OR WORKPLACE SITUATION, IS ACTUALLY VERY TOXIC, WITH BREAK-UPS, MARRIAGES AT RISK, EXPOSURE CAN COST YOUR JOB! HOWEVER, PSYCHOPATHIC TEAMS OF THINKERS ARE VERY POWERFUL, MAYBE NOT TAKING AN AGENCY, BUSINESS, COUNTRY IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION, THEY ARE DYNAMIC, HIGH CHARGED AND EFFECTIVE, BUT OUT OF CONTROL! SEX HAS ITS PLACE, IT IS THE GENERAL RULE FOR HUMAN BEINGS, IT WILL HAPPEN; HOWEVER, CONDITIONS, LIMITS, CONTROLS, AND INTELLIGENCE SHOULD DICTATE OUR CULTURAL RESPONSES TO A VERY POWERFUL DRUG, IN A WAY, BUT ELEMENT OF HUMANITY, THAT IN SOME CASE MAKES OR BREAKS NATIONS! THAT IS WHY, WELL ESTABLISHED LAWS, ORDER, REASON, PRECEDENCE, RULE OF LAW, RELIABLE SUCCESS, MINIMIZING RISK, IS PREFERABLE TO AMPED UP FADS, BASED ON ILLOGICAL PREMISES AND FOUNDATIONAL, TRANSIAT, NOTIONS AND IDEAS . . . THERE IS SIMPLY TOO MUCH AS RISK! SEPARATE THE BOARD ROOM FROM THE BEDROOM, SEXUAL DESIRABILITY FROM JOB QUALIFICATIONS, AND WE WILL ALL BE BETTER OFF, IN THE LONG RUN . . . WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER! I AM GLAD TO SEE THE UNIVERSITY OF MONTANA, BAN ALCOHOL AT FRATERNITIES AND SORORITIES, AFTER FUN AND GAMES AT HOMECOMING GOT OUT OF CONTROL, CAUSING MISTREATMENT OF OTHER GREEK HOUSES AND CHAPTERS, SOURED THE COMMUNITY, AND GENERALLY ARE DISPLAYING PATHOLOGICAL BEHAVIOR, NARCISSISM AND ANTI-SOCIAL BEHAVIOR . . . COLLEGES ARE AT TRAINING GROUND FOR LIFE, STUDENTS LEARN WHAT WORKS AND DOESN'T WORK, THEY HAVE TO LIVE AND GET ALONG WITH PEOPLE, OTHER THAN THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS . . . SO THIS BAN, TO THE END OF OCTOBER, WILL BE A GOOD SOCIAL EXPERIMENT, AND SOMEONE RIGHT OFF THE BAT, CAMPUS COPS, OR ADMINISTRATION, SHOULD ALSO NOT THE, I WOULD VENTURE A GUESS, LOWER NUMBERS OF REPORTED SEXUAL ASSAULTS AND RAPES . . . ALCOHOL TAKE AWAY INHIBITIONS, AND GIVES BOTH MALES AND FEMALES, FALSE, LINES OF CONTROLS ON BEHAVIORS, ACTIONS, AND ACCEPTABLE COLLEGE RELATIONS! NEW STUDY JUST CAME OUT, 23% OF COLLEGE FEMALES WILL BE EITHER RAPED OR SEXUALLY ASSAULTED, NOW THAT IS NOT JUST THE GUYS FAULTS, GIRLS, ALCOHOL, GOING INTO BEDROOMS, TAKING OFF CLOTHES, ARE ALL ELEMENTS, AND SOME OF THIS PROBLEM IS JUST THE HUMAN ANATOMY . . . WE ALL WANT SEX, THAT IS A GIVEN, BUT WHEN IT IS "SMART" SEX, AND TOTALLY LAME, "STUPID" SEX? ONLY YOU CAN DECIDE . . . MANY FEMALES LEAVE SCHOOL, AFTER A TOUCHY, SEXUAL ENCOUNTER THAT GOT OUT OF CONTROL! SO MANY GUYS IN MY FAMILY LAW CLASSES OVER THE YEARS, HAVE SAID, AFTER HEARING ABOUT A CASE, RICH GUY, GIRLFRIEND ALLEGEDLY ON THE PILL, PREGNANCY, FIGHT GOES ALL THE WAY TO U.S. SUPREME COURT, OVER CHILD SUPPORT PAYMENTS . . . COURT SAID TO THE YOUNG MAN, AFTER ORDERING $3600 PER MONTH CHILD SUPPORT, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PROTECTING YOUR OWN SEXUALITY, WHY IS IT HER RESPONSIBILITY TO PROTECT YOU? NOT TOO MUCH SYMPATHY GUYS! ATTORNEYS WORKING FOR THE STATE, COLLECTING CHILD SUPPORT, ACTUALLY GOT UP AT A CHRISTMAS PARTY, DID A CANCAN, AND SANG SOME LITTLE DITTY, THAT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO PAY, KEEP YOUR ZIPPER UP! AND THEY WERE MERCILESS! SAME WITH JUDGES NOW DAYS, WERE TALKING JAIL TIME! AND THIS LEADS ME INTO CONGRESS DEBATING WHERE TO FUND OR NOT FUND, PLANNED PARENTHOOD . . . GENERAL RULE, YOU CAN'T STOP SEX, BUT YOUR CAN STOP UNWANTED PREGNANCIES! EDUCATION, CONTRACEPTIVES, AND ACCORDING TO FEDERAL LAW, ABORTION . . . STATES, CAN PUT LIMITS IN THE SECOND AND THIRD TRIMESTERS! THAT IS THE LAW! AFTER THE 1973 COURT DECISION IN ROW V. WADE, CRIME RATES DROPPED SIGNIFICANTLY, DUE TO FEWER, UNWANTED PREGNANCIES! IF YOU DON'T DEAL WITH REALITY, REALITY, WILL DEAL WITH YOU! WISDOM IS APPLIED KNOWLEDGE . . . STICKING OUR HEADS IN THE SAND, PUTTING OUR HANDS OVER OUR EYES, EARS AND MOUTHS, DOES NOT SOLVE PROBLEMS, NOR BRING VIABLE SOLUTIONS! PERIOD! I AM ON THIS CRIME BENT, HOPING TO SHED LIGHT ON THE CRIMINAL ELEMENTS, THAT ARE LITERALLY GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER, 26 THAT I CAN CURRENTLY VERIFY, REMEMBERING BACK . . . BUT IT IS ESSENTIAL FOR INVESTIGATORS, COPS, PROSECUTORS AND JUDGES, TO UNDERSTAND THE PEOPLE THEY ARE DEALING WITH . . . PSYCHOPATHS AND SOCIOPATHS, ARE SMART, CLEAVER, CALCULATING, AND CAN FOOL THE BEST, AND THE PRISONS ARE FULL OF THEM, COMPANIES ARE FULL OF THEM, AND AGENCIES ARE FULL OF THEM . . . THEY ARE NOTHING BUT A BAD SEED, THAT WHILE APPEARING RIGHT, GOOD, EVEN NOBLE, WILL LATER, IN THE DARKER RECESSES OF THEIR MINDS AND MOTIVES, BE VERY DAMNING TO ANY ENTITY THEY ARE INVOLVED IN . . . WATCH FOR PATHOLOGICAL LYING, GROUP CONSCIOUSNESS, AND COLLECTIVE THINKING! I AM WRITING THIS, SITTING AT THE BREAK CAFE' ON HIGGINS STREET DOWNTOWN, MISSOULA, AND I JUST ORDERED PIECE OR HAM AND CHEESE QUECHE AND A CARROT CAKE PASTRY . . . HEY, THAT IS A SACRIFICE FOR ME, I GENERALLY GET A DIET COKE, SO, I AM MAKING SMALL CHANGES! LOL!

Unraveling the Mystery . . . One Psychopath at a Time!

CASE IN POINT . . . SCOTT WYATT, TAKING GARY KEENS PLACE

Last night I was watching a crime show, and one of the names of a defense attorney was, Deborah Wyatt, and the chick looked, just like Shelley, making me think that if the investigators on this case, were to call Scott, who has not seen me since, probably my Utah Attorney General Days, a long time ago, and probably has run into Shelley, maybe several times, easy cover, I just dyed my hair black!  Or a more plausible explanation, is that, following my career, with interest, as I did his, with some key connections, more for him, than for myself, but Scott saved me a shit load of time and at the time I asked for his help, I either had run out of options on the rape case . . . I think, Gary, after a meeting with me and several of his top prosecutors, with one guy, that I know of, who I thought as kind of an ass and against me on charging these 4 guys with rape, all USU football players, is now a judge or was, so there may be some collusion there too!  But after Scott took the rape case, and won, that made his career as a prosecutors and it hurt, Gary Keen, the former County Attorney, who had been good friends with Mark Nash, and on the Utah Prosecution Council, and CA for I think 27 years at that point.  Needless to say, Scott used the fact that Gary had not taken a rape case in 8 years to his advantage, and won . . . that may have been used against me, and I think, Gary left Cache County and went and worked with Reed Richards, or Reed got him a job in Weber County, so common enemies, after a few years, costing Reed the election over asset forfeiture!

Later I gave Scott, another break or actually, it may have been before he won office, but I was supposed to go argue and DUI case, as assistant attorney general, over statewide DUI's, and I was going against, Ron Yengich, notably, at the time the best, attorney, or criminal defense attorney, of that day.  I had little trial experience, and really didn't want to go up to Logan, with all the issues surrounding the rape case, Jensen and me, fighting and just didn't want to go, basically.  So, once again, Scott cut his teeth as a baby prosecutor, and won the case!  HE WAS SO HAPPY, HE CALLED AND WAS ECSTATIC, to say the least and thanked me over and over again.  Scott went on to become a state legislator, and then the President of Snow College or College of Eastern Utah, if memory serves.  So a pretty fast climb, and I did him well, and he me.  I don't recall that we ever really saw each other much, other than talk on the phone, in fact, I don't even know if he was in the original meeting with Gary on the rape cases, just senior prosecutors and Wyatt was just out of school, I just think I may have been given his name and was told to ask him, but the case ended up a big deal and all for were convicted, after being extradited back to Utah for trial!

In all fairness to Scott, I may have never met him in person, and just talked to him over the phone, but I am sure that Shelley got the credit, within systems there is pressure, and I was long taken out of the race, and I firmly believe that Shelley was up at the legislature, when Scott was, and he probably met her, even first, having only talked to me on the phone?  I can't remember, but, I am sure, Shelley took over credit for my domestic violence manual, because, she had been an abused wife, and that was probably one area she could do, as was the legislature, without being too knowledgeable on the law!  None lawyers are lobbyists . . . I am sure, going from a poor church mouse, to the heights of power, was a psychopaths dream!  She always wanted something for nothing . . . with me, I never dreamed of it, ALWAYS EARNED, NEVER, EVER GIVEN!  The list below should give you some indication of who you are dealing with!

Mo Scripture . . . Only the Righteous Shall Prosper!  Okay to Lie, Steal, Kill To Appear to be Righteous!  LOL!  Simply Amazing!

Shelley who had four babies, out of wedlock, from what I can tell, even her first, according to her husband Don Anderson, was allegedly the righteous one, for having Tyrone Southwick, her last baby, when I aborted a baby at the same time . . . the abortion must, while legal, cover all other total fucking success in my, life, compare, my life, before they started fucking with it, and that was 7 years after I started with the attorney generals office, so God wasn't punishing me, I was probably the biggest female success story in Utah law history, making the most contributions, in every area, from legislation, to causes, to programs, to new federal programs, to saving doctors from fraud investigations, violating their due process constitutional rights, and financial planners, later when I came back, and with the largest blog in history, come on . . . an they are fucking CRIMINALS!!!!!!!!  And law enforcement is helping them?  Why?  It is fun to dip?  Shelley shares, do you think, with my non-materialistic family, that for one second, we would not have given more . . . I don't need to drive around in limos, need a mansion, need to travel extensively, nor need world domination!

I actually, was going to set up a kick ass homeless shelter(s), so maybe God wanted to give me first hand experience!  The Pov is pretty damn good!  Thanks . . .  

Orchestrated Role Reversals, Chaos And Confusion--They Intend That!

THE KILLER PROPHET

Let me see if I can unravel, this incredibly complicated, complex, and super coordinated effort, by family friends, church, work, government, courts, cops, prosecutors, acquaintances, and mere staff at local establishments, I frequent.  I will call this a cover, cloud, or conspiracy, that results in a 360 degree, turn of events, that allowed, a team of psychopaths, to hyper coalesce in what I refer to one of the largest, heists, transfer of money, scams, charades, cameos, frauds, misrepresentations, and crimes, resulting in everyone, but the persons, who deserve, the acclaim, money, honors, awards and recognition, with those, less skilled, less educated, less worthy, but, out numbering, a small family, with super talent, brains, musical inspiration, tenacity, goals, and dreams, and more than willing to pay the necessary price to achieve and reach those heights, levels and excellence, working for at least 20 years in some cases, to have the fruits of their labors, yanked right out from under their noses, and anointed, on the criminals who perpetrated the crimes in the first place, getting away with it, due to many of the characteristics, traits, and lifestyles, that are mentioned in the list, that I will later include that will help those in authority look at this case in a very different way and put responsibility for crimes, framing of this small family members, taking years to expose, or even know about, with an exacted price, to pay for themes, traditions, values, principles and concepts that this country was not only founded on, but has survived as a world super power for over 240 years.  This group, thought they need better, and one family became the vehicle to promote their own vision of the country, world, and meshed with other entities, who had goals that could be seen as less that American, and contrary to the view of most people, foisting thoughts, ideas, values, and tenants, that are foreign and have not proven to work in any current society.

I started to include the list of psychopaths, and someone kept sneezing, and a truck with warning lights, went by, making me look more closely at the list, and realizing that there were several sections, factors, and facets of the list, that might make you, readers, actually, believe that I am the psychopath and they, are now the upstanding, respectable, leaders that you can relate to more, than, my CURRENT, self.  And as I looked at the list, I realized that due to what has been done to me, the games, tricks, access, illusions, lies, doubles, transfer of degrees, education, employment, career choices, and you know where I am going with this, they have manipulated, charmed, lied, their ways, into the minds and hearts, even of people, making you actually believe that they were the people who accomplished the feats that you respect, love, acknowledge, paid for, and whatever, when in reality, the total opposite is true, and with the connections, man-power, access have actually, tricked, paid or bribed you into seeing just the reverse of the people, there lives, and the reality of history, and masked the very obvious truth, simply, through smoke screens of common thoughts, like dress for success, fake it til you make it, dress well, tread well, people prefer the rich, thin, and savvy . . . however, if you look at the lives, prior to 2000, the year I was poisoned, you will find a completely other story, not only for me, but for all of the psychopaths that we are dealing with, that are so apparently masking sociopath and psychopathic personality defects, factors and facets . . . they have become the IT people, but not on their own merits.

BEFORE AND AFTER

Back about 20 years ago, I remember seeing a haunting and chilling movie, with, I think William Hurt, and Meryl Streep, who had this perfect life, a beautiful lifestyle, two lovely children, a small farm, with pristine scenery, the epitome of the American dream!  One, night, if I can remember the facts of the movie, the teenage son, got drunk, and hooked up with some friends, and a girl, and things got out of hand, or maybe the girl told the kid, she was pregnant, I can't remember, but I do remember, that the girl is murdered, and the son is charged . . . every parent's nightmare.  And of course the parents, are furious that the police would even suspect their precious son, but as time and circumstances go on, it if found that, he did in fact, kill the girl.  In the process of finding out, who killed the girl, the parents, who were footing the bill for the best attorneys they could afford, which at the time was a fair sum, being both educated and working, I think, but in the course of this battle, through court, and all, and all the pressure on the family, everything goes from being wonderful, with nothing that could make life better, to, nothing that could make life worse . . . that, is roughly, what has happened to me.  And it was diabolical psychopaths colluding in a powerful team, against, this unsuspecting victim and her family, being so far the opposite of that mentality . . . so, through, no fault of my own, nor my families, we were all just living our lives, and that is what happened to us . . . a really great life, turned to shit, but not from anything, my little family did, other than, the predators, seeing easy, innocent prey, and working in concert, to go after, what they could not do themselves, and being able to convince, members of the local, state, nation and community, that their accomplishments, music, legal practice, that they stole, was, actually the result of their own, efforts and intelligence, going after their prey, like a lamb to the slaughter.  There is a stark contrast, before 2000 and after 2000!

BEFORE

I had a great apartment, on the historical register, close to my work, as general counsel, to the Utah Medical Association, over some three thousand doctors, statewide; I was a professor of family law, undergrad, at the University of Utah, had my own anger management business, with tons of speaking engagements, and was writing programs or legal information for the elderly for a private company out of Provo Utah.  I owed a home, in St. George, an investment home, also, purchased to set up, possible residency, with the thoughts of running for the new 4th Congressional District, competing for public office, with people who were courting me, and my boyfriend at the time, fellow attorney, multi-millionaire, with similar ambitions, either running for governor, or attorney general, with the Salt Lake County, Republican leaders wining and dining us, trying to talk one of the couple into running.  Greg and I even went to Las Vegas, and for fun, while discussing who should run, and for what office, went to a fortune teller, on the Strip, and the Tarot cards, told us, that Greg would be a more likable attorney general, but I would make the better attorney general, which really was about right.  Greg's two brothers, had just been named as entrepreneurs of the year, for the Erickson family business, Orbit Irrigation, or Sprinkler World, with each of the founding brothers wroth about $40 million. Greg actually was the moderator for the Republican Convention, in Salt Lake, in the fall of 1999, before I got poisoned . . . he was the Robert's Rules of Order guy, and I went to watch him perform.  VERIFY!

Both daughters were serving America, in the Navy and the Air Force, serving oversees and loving it; the boys, were still young, Chris was living in Salt Lake with me, and Elliot was living with his father, in Provo, and just getting his feet wet in the music world . . . Zeke was a successful city planner, head city planner for Provo City, and all was good.  I had perfect credit, was looking to possible buy another home up in Salt Lake, just in case I decided to run for political office.  I was thin, beautiful, great cloths, hair, nice figure, and very all about business.  Greg, actually, wanted me to look around, Provo, where Elliot was, and were I was at least three times a week, and take pictures of new office buildings, with the idea that he and I would start our own law firm, and I could work if I wanted, or just work on his cases.  So, actually life could not be better . . . or so I thought.  You already know, what after is like--9 year break in my law practice--and 9 years of others using my name, license, social security, experience and education, taking credit for all my legal contributions--so, I am, in essence, intruding on MY OWN LIFE, but in other people's hands!

AFTER

So, when I put the list down, you will recognize some of those facets and factors, from my blog, very honest blog, but it took me a long time to get her, and based on the reasonable man or woman standard, if you have just had, $700 million dollars worth the cases, stolen, several multi-million dollar cases, right at the settlement stage, clients, with hot cases lined up and waiting, the Supreme Court in your future, very real attorneys, dream to make or have a case that will take you up Mount Everest, so to say, a million dollar house, fulling decorated and furnished, paid for in cash, paying just your plant water girl, $100 per month, and a rockin' law practice . . . all over in a day, to recover, again, with another house . . . but with the forces of psychopathic energy, money to be made, a Mormon president at stake, and with clients, friends, boyfriends, dropping like flies around you, your truck being blown up, cops everywhere, risking you life, to even serve you clients, and a rising body count . . . false imprisonment, clients working against you, bogus warrants, surveillance, and a full frontal attack on all your notorious and cool cases, and a son, who was just coming out with his first of three, Sony record deals . . . the barrage was intense and coordinated, coming at me from all angles, in a gang rape fashion, and the on slot of bogus warrants, enemies colluding, from within and without the home, identity being ripped off, money cards stolen, sister's in your bed, with your fake husband, who both participated in the man, you lover's murdered, another murder you are trying to help save, and an entire, church, extended family, political party, state, government, and all reigning down hell, fire and brimstone, on your head, with you escaping, to save your life, coming back and forth, not wanting to be seen as incompetent counsel, or hurting clients, yet being chased out of every town in less that a day and a half, spending weeks, waiting for money, without gas money, clients owing you tens of thousands, and being glad you are out of the state, so they didn't have to pay bills, and having you property ransacked, vehicles, stolen or blown up . . . blah, blah, blah, and ever apartment, job, blog, email, phone fucked with . . . you might be a bit discouraged, wondering what the point it . . . and then a continual, set up, sting ops, and cops chasing you, thinking the woman YOU are writing about in your blog, Shelley, is actually you, and the cops bitch, Shelley is YOU, with them thinking or going after you, favoring her, lies, and corruption . . . then you can understand!

After taking out, 9 federal agents, investigators and attorneys, pushing the FBI, U.S. attorneys, and others involved in the Medicaid/Medicare up coding and billing frauds, I suddenly because very ill within about 5 second of leaving work, after putting my hands on my are steering wheel, with sudden attacks of not being able to breath, gasping for air, rolling down my window, and being totally out of sorts when I got home, in fact, trying to self-diagnose, thinking I had some kind of sunlight deficiency disease or something, I moved, to Bountiful to be closer to Greg, and later, back to Union Square, for Chris, and for an apartment with window on at least two sides, still not knowing what was wrong with me . . . freaking out, sitting outside, my office, in the sunshine, and going down hill, as fast as the poison could take me, getting daily doses, rather tha the full impact, someone didn't measure how long it would take to kill me!  So, I was slowly being poisoned, and eventually collapsed at work!  I was told that I would be dead by 2002, had Pick's Disease, I would never work again, and there was NO CURE . . . so basically toast!  Nice way to get rid of a smart attorney, pushing the cops and federal cops around, costing powerful men elections, and opening the door, for the fraud broads, to come steal a stellar resume, sweet job history and GREAT NAME, CREDIT, ETC.

Where Were the Master Mind Psychopaths at That Time?

Kay Burningham Buttars Stuart/Stewart?

I didn't know Brett yet, but Kay Burningham was actually working for Greg Erickson, at his law firm in Bountiful, and she begged me to go out with Greg, after meeting me, one night, when she wanted a job with him, having just left her husband, David Buttars, and finding out, that he had been having an affair with an allegedly, Molly Mo, chick from their Boulder Colorado Mo Ward, being attracted to a more devout Mormon Muffin, so Kay left and moved back in with her mother, in Bountiful.  David, and new girlfriend, soon, moved in, with new honey, ridding the house of all Kay's stuff, but, all of the sudden, a black, lesbian, gay lover, showed up at David's house, chasing her white girl lover and pulling her hair, and fighting her, with David calling the cops and kicking girlfriend and kids out!  LOL!  And this is the woman you all want to do? Very interesting . . . you are all actually, in love with me, in her body!  LOL!  You hired her, because of what I have done, and continue to do, like this blog!  LOL!  That once I write and post it, the fucking NSA, your buddies and Kay's, makes it look like my blog was posted Pacific time, and one hour later, or sometimes, when the locator is on, the time is Chicago time!

Kay got the job, and me and Greg hit it off.  Kay was jealous of the money, Greg's house, and said, you are going to be richer than me!  I never even went to Greg's house, to see it for three months, and stayed away from him, until his divorce was final . . . my way, of respecting what he had with Bonnie, obviously Kay, deserved what she got with her husband, David!  Kay cheated on Tim Brown, with an attorney, she ended up fucking, right after taking depositions . . . woman is a whore!  Then she got back with David, eventually, but cheated on him with the same attorney, who's son teaches at the University of Utah . . . she and Brett were perfect for each other!  Once a cheater always a cheater, Shelley fit right in too!  Greg fired Kay, right during a trial, in Salt Lake, and I was just watching both of them argue, Kay was nothing to scream about, and I was not impressed at all!  Greg must have seen what I did, she was not worth her salt . . . he canned her, and asked me if I would write a motion on something for the judge, filling in for Kay, was she paying me back?  I was just helping out . . . I won the motion by the way!  Kay hated Greg after that, transferred anger from Greg to me?  Was Brett a payback, stealing my jobs, resume, payback, stealing my baby, a payback?  Psychopaths are very REVENGEFUL, and never take responsibility for their lives, blame others . . . I guess it was my fault she did a fucking terrible job in court!  HA!

Shelley

Dad Southwick, frustrated over Shelley, and having taken care of Shelley and her illegitimate 4 kids, for 7 years, hit a point, that he called all the family, and told none of us, to help her in any way, financially, with kids, jobs, etc., and to just let her go down hill, with years of frustration.  I believe it was at this time, Shelley moved back up to Logan, where she had gone to school, and now she was had nobody else to turn to, but Don Anderson, her ex-husband, and I don't know what would have happened, had Shelley not had Don and family support.  But, Shelley moved into this very small apartment in Logan, and she started to get thankful and change her selfish ways, and I think, it may have been at this low point in her life, she got involved with the attorney general's office, and the Children's Justice Centers, it seemed like it was the end of Jan Graham's years and going into the Mark Shurtleff years.  But, Shelley, started looking beyond herself and started to reach out into the community, and this was a great move for her, she go very into God and seemed to be moving right along.

I was quite shocked that Shelley had hooked up with the Utah Attorney Generals Office, and the Children's Justice Centers had just started about the time I left the AG's office, right about 1998, when I was hired away from the AG's office, by the Utah Division of Aging.  So, I think, Shelley's work on the Justice Centers, put her, right in the right place, and with some experience and connections, both with the attorney generals office and also with the Division of Securities, she seemed to get everything taken care of, but also the perfect place to move in, when I got poisoned.  This seemed to be the lynch pin or the changing point, role reversal . . . now all of the sudden I was going to die, and Shelley was getting her life together, making connections with the cops, which seemed more like she had become a cop!  After I was diagnosed with a mental level of a 5 year old, is when all the suspicious double stuff started, and every time I would take a walk, and the cops would stop me, to see if I was okay, they would always call Shelley?

One time, she was trying to get guardianship over me, and when I saw the lies, she had written the court, I refused to show up.  She claimed, and here are the lies, starting, about my life to discredit me, she said that I was raped by 8 Burmese guys in Salt Lake . . . no, I as friends with a guy who worked for Ace Sushi, setting up the sushi bar in Logan and we would hang out, and sometimes he like to play poker with his friends, so we would go to dinner at their houses, they would all cook up a storm and they treated me like a queen, always making me take the first bite of everything, in honor.  My friend did like me, but I barely touched him let alone do anything with any of them, just cards, while I would watch Burmese music videos, that were really cool, I liked them.  Ken was always good for a ride and a dinner, we had fun, but just something to do.  When I didn't show up to court the judge dropped the case, but Shelley put an APB out on me, and cops surrounded me, and said that Shelley was worried about me and I said, she just saw me 3 hours ago!

This really shocked me, the cops took me to the Logan Police Department and threatened to put me in jail, if I didn't agree to go on Meds!  What?  And what the hell, is Shelley telling the cops what I will and will not do, and making me go on meds, which is exactly what started the weight gain.  Shelley had a friend, who got on meds and gained 80 pounds the first year!  I think this was a plan to get me to put on weight so nobody would recognize me!  And is worked!  I was on them for about a year, to avoid jail, which is illegal, then I went off of them and my family tried to force me again, through a hearing, then ended up in the state hosptial. Shelley seemed to be the grand poohpa, from that point on, getting my license suspended when I was not driving, and she became very abusive, and started to create or try to create a criminal and mental health record, I found the file in her drawer once . . . she acted like she cared, wanted me to go to NAMI, and was trying to make it look like I was mentally ill, rather than what I had been diagnosed with, a terminal brain disease!  Shelley also had copies of my medical records, from Dr. Foote, she was not my attorney, nor was she a lawyer, or me, the only ways you can get medical records . . . I believe she was acting like she was me, even though, Dr. Mark Foote knew me, hated me, from my AG days when I was training docs and he invited me to the UMA psychiatric association meeting and we all go tin a huge ass argument on reporting domestic violence . . . many enemies, many foes, many jealous, many wanted me out of the picture, I was using the law against everyone, in a good way, enforcement way!

I was surprised that Shelley was in constant contact with the cops and they seemed to be at her beckon call, at all times!  She would often, just one a whim, put me in the Hospital Behavioral Health Unit . . . crating this false criminal and mental patient?  Go figure, she was trying to steal my life, and was doing it with the help of the Utah Attorney Generals Office, the feds by now, with the FBI in on the fraud unit investigations . . . the perfect storm, of events to help her steal my identity!  Shelley was given by my father, my driver's license and social security card . . . later I found, that she had a copy, years later, after I left Brett, and I was shocked!  THE GOVERNMENT CAN'T JUST COME IN AND TAKE MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME, BECAUSE I WAS ENFORCING THE LAWS AGAINST THEM!

But I Think That Is Exactly What They Did . . . Shelley Was to Be ME!  GET RID OF ME!  THAT IS A BIG TIME CRIME!

BRETT WAS A SMALL TIME PUNK, FACTORY WORKER, LIVED IN A HORSE BARN HE WAS CONVERTING TO A HOUSE . . . BUT HE DID SEEM TO HAVE SOME CONNECTION WITH THE COPS?  HE MAY HAVE BEEN A SERIAL KILLER?  HE KIND OF HAS A CHARLIE MANSON CHARISMA . . . TEAM WITH THE TWISTED SISTER, KAY AND YOU HAVE SINISTER WRITTEN ALL OVER IT!

I WAS THE RESPECTABLE ONE!!!!  THEY WERE ALL LOSERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ROLE REVERSAL WITH MONEY, RESUME, PRESTIGE, MUSIC, CONNECTIONS, ACCESS, AND HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Psychopathy Checklist-Revised: Factors, Facets, and Items^[12]

Factor 1	Factor 2	Other items
Facet 1: Interpersonal Glibness/superficial charm Grandiose sense of self-worth Pathological lying Cunning/manipulative Facet 2: Affective Lack of remorse or guilt Emotionally shallow Callous/lack of empathy Failure to accept responsibility for own actions	Facet 3: Lifestyle Need for stimulation/proneness to boredom Parasitic lifestyle Lack of realistic, long-term goals Impulsivity Irresponsibility Facet 4: Antisocial Poor behavioral controls Early behavioral problems Juvenile delinquency Revocation of conditional release Criminal versatility	Many short-term marital relationships Promiscuous sexual behavior

GOT FUN! GET OUT! LOL! LEFT MCDONALD'S CRYING OVER SPILLED MILK, SEE A "MTS" TRUCK GO BY, STANDING FOR "MITTS", REFERRING TO BRETT . . . KENNEDY IS NOT A MITT BOY, THANK GOD, SURPRISED HE HANGS WITH THESE GUYS! LOL! BUT I WAS WALKING UP THE SWIMMING POOL, THE "MTS" TRUCK COMES OVER THE BRIDGE, AND JUST AS I GET TO THE WALKING TRAIL ON THE SIDE OF THE CLARK FORK RIVER, ON THIS BEAUTIFUL FALL DAY, A VERY MORMON LOOKING COUPLE, WITH THE GUY LOOKING A LOT LIKE A MO VERSION OF BRETT, AND A MO VERSION OF KAY, LOL! AND THE GUY WAS WEARING A "PINK" SHIRT, INDICATING TO ME FROM MY INTEL GUY GOD, THAT BRETT WOULD CLAIM THAT THE LAST BLOG, AND HIS HISTORY WITH ME, WAS EITHER WITH "MARY KAY" OR RACHEL, BOTH COVER MY HISTORY TRAILS! LOL! I ALWAYS WONDERED WHY BRETT NEVER SWORE? MADE ME SUSPICIOUS, BUT, YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER THE TIMING, IF HE WAS ONE OF MITT'S BETTER LOOKING MUTTS, AND IT DAWNED ON ME, ABOUT THE TIME I WAS LEAVING BRETT AND HE CAME OVER, DRUNK ENOUGH TO LAMENT OUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER, AND I REMEMBER, MAKING LOVE IN THE SHOWER THAT NIGHT--PROBABLY, ONE OF OUR MOST TENDER NIGHTS, AND TRYING TO SOBER HIM UP, WITH TYRONE, SHELLEY'S YOUNGEST SON IN THE BEDROOM, SHELLEY ON THE COUCH, PROBABLY FULLY AWAKE, WHILE BRETT WAS PLEADING HIS UNDYING LOVE FOR ME, RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS LOVER OF THE TIME--NOT THE FIRST GUY TO DROP SHELLEY'S ASS FOR ME . . . MAYBE THIS WAS THE SAME TIME JESSE TRIED TO KILL ME . . . DO YA THINK? BUT, SHELLEY KICKED ME OUT OF HER HOUSE, LEG CAST AND ALL, CRUTCHES, BAGS ON FRONT PORCH, RIGHT AFTER THAT NIGHT! OH, WELL, IT WAS WORTH IT! LOL! SIB RIVALRY, GONE HORRIBLY BAD FOR HER, SINCE I WAS ALSO SEEING ANOTHER GUY WHO DUMPED HER FOR ME--THE GUY WHO BAILED ME OUT OF JAIL, AFTER SHELLEY CALLED COPS, NEW PRINCIPLE, EVEN WHEN I HAD SECRETARY'S PERMISSION, DID A LOCK-DOWN--SHELLEY, MOM AND DAD, SAID THEY WERE LEAVING ME IN JAIL FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, FOR GOING TO THE BATHROOM IN A PUBLIC BUILDING--WITH PERMISSION, GOT A MONTH FOR THAT ONE, AND ONLY SHELLEY'S BOYFRIEND GOT ME OUT, DISGUSTED, WITH SHELLEY SCREAMING AT HIM! LOL! THANKS, JOHN SCHUSTER, WHO'S BROTHER WAS A BIG GRANT WRITER FOR UTAH STATE UNIVERSITY, WHERE SHELLEY GOT TRAINED, I GUESS IN RETROSPECT, BEING ABLE TO CLAIM SHE WROTE THE VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN'S ACT GRANT I GOT, WHAT, YEARS EARLIER! LOL! THAT FUCKING BITCH! BUT, I AM SURE, THAT THIS VERY PERSONAL DISPLAY OF BRETT'S THREW SHELLEY INTO A RAGE, I AM LUCKY I WASN'T MURDERED THAT NIGHT! NOT FUNNY, OR IS IT? MAYBE THE FUEL THAT DRIVERS HER TO GO AFTER ALL MY MEN, AFTER I LEAVE THEM! LOL! VICARIOUSLY LIVING "MY LIFE", SICK AS THAT IS . . . PRETTY SAD, ACTUALLY. BUT, AFTER SEEING THE SYMBOLIC "PINK" SHIRTED BRETT, WITH MO KAY, I DECIDED, THAT TO HANG TIGHT WITH MITT'S CROWD, THE SOUTHWICKS, AND THE MORMONS, BRETT WOULD HAVE TO BE MO BAIT FOR SURE, AND IF I WERE TO SEE HIM NOW, HELL NO! ENEMIES FOR SURE. BUT AS I HIT, CALIFORNIA BRIDGE, THERE WAS THIS TRAMP CAMPER, LAYING ON HIS BACK, KENNEDY? RIGHT BY THE STATEMENT THAT REMINDS ME OF HIM, AND THE BATMAN GRAFFITI ABOUT SUPER HEROES! I SAT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BRIDGE, HOPING IT WAS HIM, DREADING IT WAS NOT, BUT TOO SCARED TO THINK, DREAMS COME TRUE? I HAD BEEN LAUGHING ABOUT SONGS ON MY CHEAP RADIO, THAT MADE ME THINK OF HIM, HELL, I WOULD LIVE IN HIS TRAMP CAMP, ON WARMER DAYS, LOL! WE'RE BOTH DIRT BAGGERS, MADE FOR EACH OTHER! LOL! KISSY, KISSY, SMOOCHY, SMOOCHY, LOVE YOU! . . . ABOUT THE TIME FOR JAMES "ANGEL" KENNEDY, TO ROLL THROUGH TOWN, GETTING COLD OUT IN THE WOODS ALONE! AND BORED OUT OF HIS GORED IF HE IS WITH MO RACHEL, OR ME, AS THE MO CROWD WOULD HAVE YOU BELIEVE! LOL! REAL OR NOT, KENNEDY IS DEFINITELY NOT OF MO ILK, NOR AM I, THANK GOD! I AM MUCH MORE GAMY AND WILD, FAR MORE SO THAN BRETT COULD HANDLE NOW, LOVE OR NOT! I SAT ACROSS THE BRIDGE FROM THE STRANGER IN TOWN, BUT HE WAS SITTING UP LOOKING AT ME, SO I DID MY NORMAL, DITCH THEM IF I LIKE THEM . . . HE LOOKED OLDER BECAUSE HIS FACIAL HAIR LOOKED MORE GRAY, SHORTER, DIFFERENT CAMP SHIT, BUT, COULD HAVE BEEN HIM . . . BICYCLE COP, STALKING ME! LOL! SAW HIM, SO, I STOPPED WHERE A MOTHER AND PHOTOGRAPHER, WERE TAKING PICTURES . . . HE FIGURED THAT I WAS WATCHING HIM, I AM PATIENT! IF YOUR ARE HERE KENNEDY, DON'T LEAVE, I WANT TO SEE YOU! I AM AFRAID THEY WILL KILL YOU, SO BE CAREFUL!!!!!!! THESE GUYS ARE NOT MESSING AROUND! TAKE YOUR TIME, NEED TO GET BACK IN THE SWIMMING ROUTINE, FELL OF THE WAGON, DOESN'T TAKE ME LONG TO FEEL BETTER, ABOUT A WEEK! SO, GET SETTLED . . . MAKE ROOM FOR TWO, I HAVE HAD 6 MONTHS TO WORK THROUGH, SEVERAL OTHER GUYS, WHILE I THOUGHT YOU WERE WITH RACHEL, DIDN'T TOUCH ANYONE, COULD HAVE A TON, WITH MANY GUYS . . . YOU, YOU POOR SOUL, ARE ON MY MIND, SONG, STONES, "I WON'T BE YOUR BEAST OF BURDEN" REMINDS ME OF YOU . . . DON'T EXPECT IT! BUT, IF NOT, I WON'T BE YOUR SEX SLAVE . . . JUST KIDDING! LOL! CAREFUL, EYES ALL OVER ME, RATS EVERY WHERE! GOT FUN! GET OUT! ON DOOR TO SWIMMING POOL, SIGN, YOU ARE FUN! SO AM I! LOL! KISS . . . AND MORE, WAITED A LONG TIME FOR THIS . . .

Quick Evidence on Taxes

Okay, so I think, Shelley kicked me out, either in 2006 or 2007, reminding me of what time of year or season that was leading into, the 2008 presidential elections!  Among other things, I believe that Elliot's band, who started to tour, by the time I went to St. George and moved in with, Julia Warner, my parents' next door neighbor, and the grandmother-in-law, of red headed, Ryan Chambers, already touring, the world, with God's Revolver, starting to tour America, with three world wide, music magazine interviews in the workings and a shit load of great music reviews, up to and including, New York Writer's Guild, comparing this band to the greats, Joni Mitchel and Bob Dylan, plus early American writer, William Faulkner, a Clean Well Lighted Place, all being stopped the day, I showed, big sister Greta, and her husband, AFT, agent, Dallas Todd Hyland, nice bro-in-law, and told Bad Grandpa, Richard Glenn Southwick, about all the great music reviews, from places as far away as Sweden, probably got, the fake band confused, maybe, but they were using a different name of the CD and titles for the songs, I believe, judged on watching, Frank and Isaac interact, during the time, Elliot's band, God's Revolver, Hard Rock Band of 2008, so perfect timing, not only in 2008, for Mitt's presidential bid, but also, with the release of Elliot's first CD, in a three CD, record deal with Sony, and the vultures, including, Shelley, Isaac, and Frank, who would come on the seen, with me marrying him, thinking I was marrying Allan, but totally seeing, from Rachel's actions, and Shelley's, not to mention, Isaac's, attachment to Frank/Allan, joking about, naming, an old dairy, that had been partially remodeled, with a great dance floor, a recording studio, and art gallery, that I was going to turn into a dance club and place that Elliot and his bands, connected into the whole Salt Lake music scene, could come stay and my house, and play for the locals!  

Although, Shelley and Isaac, had moved in, that October 2011, without permission, Isaac bringing with him, Adam and John, from Elliot's band, with jokes about naming the band, Alamo, and me finding evidence of the underground revolver, Remember the Alamo, on the Internet, and Shelley, wanting Frank to find her a cabin to rent up at Panguitch Lake?  Why?  And why Frank/Alan . . . previous world travelers and planners for up coming tours, for Elliot's new music that was never, named or released?  Was this a second shot, at stealing the music for the FBI, CIA, Mormon crowd, who lost the 2008 presidential bid?  Mad money, all benefit, but the ones who created it . . . however, Sony wanted a remix, and Elliot is the only one who did the remix, giving up on other lazy ass band members, or like his new band's name, Worst Friends, Elliot, being somewhat laid back, although, getting more and more, like his warrior mother, being shit on by everyone, who benefited from his talent, much like his mother, he may have know, or didn't have a choice and maybe the other band members, toured without him, with Isaac in his place . . . Isaac was sharing the new music with everyone, who worked on my house in Parowan, with me too busy to watch what was going on, but totally taking notice of the close relationship and attraction between Shelley, Frank and Isaac!

Secrist Family Talent to Fund Mitt's Election!

Frank/Allan, hated President Obama, with a passion, unmatched, or like anything I had ever seen, and he was pissed that I liked, not only liked, but had helped President Obama, with the plan on Afghanistan, and with other things, as they came up.  Frank/Alan, was very prejudice and old school, big time Republican!  I believe, he and Shelley, after killing, Allan Rex Bess, ransacked the house, took all stocks, bonds, certificates and valuables, before I got in the house.  Frank, who was not the smartest cookie on the block, may have been surprised when I decided to take the real Allan Bess up on his offer to move in his house, and he go up to the cabin, after my house was stolen, and all furniture, allegedly to cover a judgement against Rachel and Shelley that I never heard about?  Really, your sister, who kept the house, won the law suit, and was kicking ass all  over the place, and sister's don't tell me about a judgement, that was the reason, the cops took my paid for furniture . . . or was there a real judgement, they just led police to believe, that Shelley was me, keeping me in court, while I threw a party for 250 people while Shelley, usually not social, served as such a great hostess?  When my house and furniture was taken by the Washington County Sheriffs, Constable, and with the help of Judge John Walton, who went to fucking law school with me, and I had been in his courtroom on many occasions, and he was a great buddy of Chris Hickey, Rachel's husband, but he took the house, long before the law suit, the second one brought by HSBC Chinese mortgage holders, purchasing the house from Wells Fargo, whom I had won, in court, with Judge Walton being a former attorney, for the bank, while with Salt Lake's largest law firm, before becoming a prosecutor, with Iron County . . . making any connections, back door deals?

Mom, prior to the cops taking the house was rockin' the legal field, and winning cases, issues, rulings that nobody else had been winning, but I was working 22 hours a day!  I think the grander scheme, using the Brock case, Cheek case . . . white supremacists, and Tom Vail cases, were to fund Mitt's campaign, as was Elliot's band money, with people being well bribed and well paid for playing, which was easy with a world president, and Mormon, with almost all Mormons involved . . . they had to make me insecure, floundering, and in total chaos to steal my cases, and mama Kodiac bear was also watching baby bear's music this time, so they had to yank the rug out from under my feet . . . the fucking presidency was at stake and so was a one world order and Patriot Act, with America the world police force . . . big time shit, resting on taking care of this constitutional law attorney!  Frank's job, was to take control of Iron County, with Shelley's help, working with Iron County, who hated me anyway because of the law suit, Cheek and kicking them around on the Travis Braun, who turned against me, and willing to say, I am Rachel or whom ever, because I liked Shane, the story of my life, jealous whatever, while Shane was in jail, I was visiting Travis a lot, in jail, and there was a ton of attention on Travis, not only as the jail house attorney, but a bet, a kitty, in fact, with both inmates and deputies, betting, wondering what the relationship between me and Travis was, and I think, when Shane got out, and attention was divide, with me, not getting know Travis, well, because he was married, and Shane was going through a divorce, but there was a jealousy there too, and I am convinced, that Shane was murdered, and a double brought in . . . 

Because, about the time, I was figuring that Allan, whom I married, because, not only because, but, I saw Shane with some chick, going to a bishops and I heard they were getting married!  So, what the hell . . . but, later, after I knew Allan was dead and I was with a double, I saw a guy who looked almost identical to Shane, but bigger, when both of us were eating in the Parowan Cafe, and I was so unsure, but wondering if that was Shane, because he was so much bigger, but Haylee had told me he got his name, Superman, because he was so big and pumped, during football season, so I thought, he must have gained weight, but the guy didn't say anything to me . . . maybe didn't know that was who I was, and that Shane would have grabbed me and hugged me . . . he was much more aggressive than I was, because I had ethics and professional rule of conduct to abide by, but Shane would have fucked me in a heart beat, called me at Christmas, invited me to his house, invited me to sit next to him on the couch, after a prolonged and sexual hug, and asked me to go up in his bedroom . . .we both totally dug each other, but he was my son's age!  

Fuck, and Haylee's boy, but she was in prison, but Misty, I believe was very jealous, married to some old fart, 27 years older, and the problems starting at a criminal law conference when both, Travis and Shane, both going through tough times, came to the conference, both going to be my private investigators or legal assistants, with Travis already enrolled, and arrested the second he stepped foot in my house, Shane was coming too . . . we all went during the break to check out my house . . . I think, Shane took a picture of the thin, me I had on my desk to inspire myself, of what I used to look like!  That day, Shane showed up late for the conference, and I could not help myself, and rarely was close to him, always on guard and didn't think, but I reached out and touched his pumped up chest, and just said, YOU made it?  Misty, turned on me from that point forward and brought, tried that day in fact, Kelly Ann Booth, who was handling Haylee's new trial, and wanted to study under me, or be a little JoAnn . . . tons of issues between me and Boothe!  She, like Mitt, Prophet's granddaughter, owes, me about $15 million, or her cut of MY CASE, that I won, long before she even figured out she needed a federal court license to practice in the federal courts, she was counting on knowing Judge Ted Stewart!

Shane is In Wyoming  Working, Double is in His House!

Okay, so this dude, looking like Shane shows up, in Parowan, don't think he knew who I was, and didn't act familiar.  However, his alleged, step-father and mother, owned the local Dairy Freeze and I would ask about Shane, when I saw his aunt or step-dad, Carter . . . now how in the hell, would a homeless person know all of this . . . because it is my fucking life!  They have surveillance!  I don't!  They can spy on my life, and tell all my stories, I have to rely on God, PERIOD!  So, I see this guy, figure that Shane is embarrassed or mad, but really thinking, oh, no, this is a double for Shane, whom I really cared about, but for the age and situation, being his attorney, on the civil case, with him feeling like a abandoned him on the criminal case, I just didn't want to fuck it up for him on sentencing, since it was my first case, and he was a heart throb, would have died had he gone to prison, so I turned it over to, Misty and Dennis along with Shane's parents, who kind of threw Shane's case into the mix, and they all end up hiring, enemy, Brain Adamson, a friend of Rachel's and also Shelley, with him and John Walton, colluding to get the house out of my control and by this time, Rachel and Shelley were pissed, because I was sick of taking care of Shelley and crew, and her not helping even with the cleaning or her own kid!  Anyway, trust me, any enemy of my enemy, is my friend, applied her, I kicked Adamson's ass, on the eviction, and he organized a church house cleaning which I was thrilled about, because I won the law suit, and Chris tried to act like I would not allow him to get his shit out of the house, this was August and I had been begging since February, not going to risk moving his shit out, until we won the lawsuit, which was signed, August 16, 2010, I think, or the 26th, or was that the day, Chris pulled his shit!  Anyway, it was war all over the place.

So, back to Shane, oh, by the way, Misty and Dennis had eyes on my house too, when Rachel was losing it, and may have been in on this whole thing, from the get go?  But, Shane seemed innocent, not a man of letters but on solid muscle and cool, very attracted to him and him me, so much so, that the guards in Iron County Jail were jealous, and started harassing me, listening to our conversations, knowing, everything and reacting to it, after me and Shane, were talking, he was my insider, and told me all the jail shit, loved it!  But, after the morning I saw Shane's double, I was freaking out, and found him following me, over to the Post Office, later that day, with a truck that was a gold Toyota, but, I think either it had black rims over the tires, and Shane's didn't or the opposite, Shane tried to get one just like mine and did, but his a Toyota, mine a Ford Ranger. But, I noticed the difference in the truck, and freaked out, but I was not 100% sure, so that night, I drove past, Shane's house, like I did, often, high school thing, and noticed, some girl who didn't look like the one I remember Shane with, different cars in the driveway, and so about 1 A.M., I called Shane, whispering because, Allan had moved in and I knew he was a murderer!  I woke Shane up, from sleep, and he seemed out of it, not really awake, but I asked him where he was, and he said, he was in Wyoming!  What?  

Your double is in YOUR HOUSE!  Shane said he would be careful, but I don't think he was awake enough to even remember the next morning.  But from that point on, every time I drove past, Shane's house, there were cops, who showed up, and chased me away.  One night, I came down from Montana, and drove past Shane's house, still hot on the boy, missing him and thinking, that we could at least have an affair, young as he was, lol!  My kids said they would kill me if I married anyone that young!  LOL, they had one parent married to someone 22 years younger, didn't need me too!  But, one night, I took this book of cowboy art, with a gallery, right here on Broadway, here in Missoula, the guy L.A. something, the colorful art, the one First Security Bank uses, with the horse . . . but, it reminded me of Shane, and me, just getting more and more into the cowboy thing, between Brett, first, Jerry sort of, and Shane, big time, rancher, farmer, mason, we would laugh, plan and scheme on how we were going to take down the narcotics cops, the Patriot Act, with deer cameras hanging in the trees, watching them growing the marijuana, and this was no joke, I had worked with U.S. Attorney Brett Tolman and we took down 8 cops in St. George, he took my letter serious and he brought in undercover military, search and rescue, authorized to use deadly force if necessary, had body guards for me, and protected me from other feds, involved.  So, given this relationship, and Shane a big time believer in the Constitution, as was Travis, the three of us were going to take them down!  Shane was a threat!  They eliminated him, I believe!

But this one night, I dropped off the cowboy art from Montana, and while I was dropping it in the truck, Shane's work truck, the other Shane, came out, and yelled, who are you?  Shane would have known, and while this other double was going in the house, to get the keys, I got back in my car and took off, actually before he could get his keys . . . Shane would have known it was me, for sure.  This guy, was pissed and was speeding to watch  me, at the only exit out of Shane's subdivision, while I was parked down the street watching him . . . I am always watching the ones who think they are watching for me!  LOL!  But this guy was not messing around, and he was after blood . . . and it was the first time, cops had not been around, but I had been in Montana for some time by this time.  I waited for Shane to leave, or Shane's double.  One other time, earlier, I think, I saw, who I figured was Shane, after driving past his house, but by this time I was in the Taurus, not my truck, so I don't think, if it was Shane, he would have seen me, but this guy was in a sheriff's SUV, holding the steering wheel, just like Shane used to, very intense.  The thing that is strange about this is, that Shane hated cops, but after I had not seen him after the conference, he allegedly had to go back to jail for three months . . . the period, they may have said he was in jail, but the time, like with Kat and Chris, my son, bringing in the double, first you create chaos, then, time, and people are not very perceptive, so I believe they killed Shane, then brought in the cop double!  Just what it appeared to be to me . . . 4 men have been murdered, Kennedy shot!  So not cool . . . 

Taxes . . . Shelley Working Under My Social Security Number, Failed to File in 2001 and 2003!

Sorry to be jumping around, so convoluted, complex, twisted, with characters, sisters, cases, clients, judges, cops, doubles, etc.  But, back in 2007, right after I moved to St. George, or soon after, living at 623 Concord Ave, right next to my parents, 635, at least these are the addresses that stick in my head, I got a call from an IRS agent.  This guy, started telling me that I owed taxes for 2001 and 2003, and I told him, no did not, that I quite working in 2000, due to a terminal brain disease, so it was impossible for me to have to pay taxes.  He kept calling me and saying, do you admit that you owe taxes . . . NO I MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT!  I was not working during that time, and i don't make enough income to pay taxes.  I said, you can't just pull some number out of your ass and expect me to pay!  I reminded this agent that, I was entitled to due process, notice and a hearing and as far as I am concerned, you have no proof that I worked, nor that I was put on notice so I could dispute this amount, nor a hearing either, so fuck you!  The guy, would call again and say, do you admit that you owe blah, blah, blah . . . NO, and generally when I would get done with him, he would hang up on me.  Finally a supervisor called, and tried the same bull shit . . . she hung up on me too!  I thought it was just good lawyering on my part, but now, I am thinking, that Shelley was working, and is typical, she is using my name, making money, much more than she has the earning capacity to make, and she was leaving me with the bill, or dealing with the IRS, getting them off HER BACK!

I would check where, Shelley was living and working at the time!  You might find all the evidence you need for the double, for the fraud, for the identity theft, for social security fraud, government documents fraud, etc. enough, surely to put her away for life, and beyond!!!!!!  I worked a few days in January of 2000, the year I was told I would die, collapsed at work, and quit!  I had to stay on the payroll for 5 months or until May, until my disability kicked in, but there was not work on the books, no pay, which is what I thought they were calling about, but that was the year 2000, and the tax bill was for 2001 and 2003!

Hold the Government's Feet to the FIRE, with Due Process the Greatest Tool Citizens Have Against the IRS, the Cops, any Government Agency!  How Many People Can Say the IRS Hung UP ON THEM!  LOL!

DUE PROCESS = NOTICE + HEARING!

PIGTAILS TO PIG TALES--BLACK & WHITE RAT, DEAD IN A BOX . . . APPLE--THINKING DIFFERENT! DECADES OF DECEIT. THE TRUTH IS IN THE DNA--BABY ROCK STAR, IS IN FACT "MY" SON. FAMILY WITH COP ISSUES, BECOMES A FAMILY OF COPS. CUTS INTO THE SAME CIRCLES, AS UTAH ASSISTANT ATTORNEY, YOUNGER SISTER. THIS PLAN HATCHED 20 YEARS AGO, IF NOT SOONER. KILLER EVIDENCE OF THE SWITCH, ME TAKING ALL THE BAD THEY, THE SISTER CLUB DID, THEM, CLAIMING ALL THE GOOD I DID, ALL THE GOOD MY CHILDREN DID! I HAVE TO STUDY CRIME STORIES, TO UNDERSTAND MY FAMILY! LOL! THEY JUST THINK DIFFERENT, ALWAYS DID, ALWAYS HAVE, ALWAYS WILL . . . BUT NOT ON MY NAME, NOR MY KIDS NAMES, NOR WILL THEY BENEFIT ANY MORE FROM YOUR LIVES AND GOODNESS! SNAP SHOTS TO HELP, HOPEFULLY, INVESTIGATIVE OFFICERS DISCOVER THE TRUTH, WHICH COULD BE AS EASY AS A DNA TEST! POLYGRAPH; HOWEVER, PSYCHOPATHS AND SOCIOPATHS ARE DAMN GOOD LIARS, AND THERE IN LIES THE PROBLEM! I HAVE TO TWIST MY BRAIN TO GRASP THEIR THINKING . . . CALL IT THE SOUTHWICK, MORMON, REPUBLICAN, BUSH, LAW ENFORCEMENT BUBBLE, AND WORLD DOMINATION, AS BIZARRE AS THAT MIGHT SOUND. IT IS HARD FOR NORMAL, IF THERE IS SUCH A TERM, OR RATHER, THE REASONABLE PERSON, THE STANDARD OF REVIEW FOR CIVIL CASES, AND A TOUCHSTONE FOR CRIMINAL, TO UNDERSTAND DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, SEXUAL ASSAULT, CHILD ABUSE, MURDER! WE CAN UNDERSTAND, CRIMES OF PASSION, AND THE LAW PROVIDES, LENIENCY FOR THAT; WE CAN SOMEWHAT UNDERSTAND, THEFT, EMBEZELMENT, EVEN BURGLARY, NOT BECAUSE WE THINK IT IS OKAY, BUT, THAT OLD AMERICAN GREED HAS TAKEN OUT THE BEST AND BRIGHTEST IN THIS COUNTRY, MAKING IT SOMEWHAT UNDERSTANDABLE, IN MY OPINION, ALTHOUGH, AS WRONG AS IT ALWAYS IS . . . GIVEN OUR CULTURE, OF KEEPING UP WITH THE JONES, ALWAYS WANTING MORE, THE CAPITALIST SYSTEM, I GET THAT, BUT IT IS STILL A CRIME, THAT I WOULD NOT COMMIT, BUT I KIND OF UNDERSTAND. HOWEVER ACTUALLY PERPETRATING CRIMES, AGAINST FAMILY MEMBERS, THAT TAKE A MASTER PLAN, THAT SPANS DECADES, IS TO ME, UNBELIEVABLE! I GUESS THE SEEDS OF ENVY AND JEALOUSY, RUN EARLY AND DEEP. I GUESS IN MY LIFE, I HAVE JUST BEEN DOING MY OWN THING, WITH LITTLE REGARD FOR WHAT OTHERS ARE DOING, AND HAVE ALWAYS ENCOURAGED AND REJOICED IN OTHER SIBLINGS SUCCESS, NO MATTER HOW LARGE OR SMALL, IT IS COOL, AND REFLECTS WELL ON OUR ENTIRE FAMILY. MY SUCCESS, SEEMED TO BE PAINFUL, DREADFUL, INTOLERABLE, AND INCONSOLABLE, AND ONCE THE NEXT GENERATIONS OF BABY JOANN'S AND ZEKE'S OR SECRISTS, FOLLOWED IN THE SAME WILLFUL PATHS, SUCCESSES, AND VENTURES, REGARDLESS OF FAMILY, CHURCH, AND CULTURAL PRESSURES, THAT WAS TOO MUCH FOR THE MUCH MORE CONTROLLED, INFLUENCED, MANAGED SOUTHWICK FAMILY MEMBERS, SO, THE ONLY SOLUTION FOR THE NAGGING AND CONTINUED PAIN, WAS TO ELIMINATE THEM, BUT, NOT THEIR ACCOMPLISHMENTS, THOSE WERE TO BE DISTRIBUTED OUT TO OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS, IN A RATHER SOCIALISTIC MANNER, THE BRITISH SYSTEM OF THINKING, AND NOT THE CAPITALIST TEACHINGS I LEARNED AS A CHILD . . . GUESS THOSE ONLY WERE RIGHT, IF THE RIGHT FAMILY MEMBERS SUCCEEDED. SOMEHOW, IN THE FAMILY PECKING ORDER, THAT ME, FOLLOWED BY MY CHILDREN, OPTED OUT OF A LONG TIME AGO, IT WAS NOT OKAY, TO BE SMART, BEAUTIFUL, RICH, AND HAVE AMAZING CHILDREN, UNLESS A MALE PROVIDED THAT FOR YOU, THEN IT WAS OKAY. I BELIEVE, MY FAMILY, CHURCH, THE CULTURE IN UTAH, THE LAW, AND SOCIOECONOMIC SYSTEMS, BECAUSE, FIRST, I WAS FEMALE, AND SECOND, I WAS TOO SMART FOR MY GOOD LOOKS, AND THIRD, I REFUSED TO BOW DOWN, TO SOCIAL PRESSURES, MORES, AND TRADITIONS, AND EXCELLED, IN "MY DADDY'S WORLD", THIS AMERICAN GIRL! EVEN THE LEGAL SYSTEM WAS NOT READY FOR THIS WRECKING BALL ATTORNEY, WITH LIMITLESS AMBITIONS, AND NO SIGN OF FEAR, SEXIST ATTITUDES . . . I HAD THE LEGAL FOUNDATION THROUGH 5 STATEWIDE JOBS, TEACHING AT THREE UNIVERSITIES, WRITING MANUALS, WAY BEYOND MY EXPERIENCE, BUT RISING TO THE OCCASION, AND WINNING, THEN WENT HEAD TO HEAD, AGAINST THE CRIMINAL PROSECUTION, JUDICIAL SYSTEM, THAT YEARS BEFORE, I HELPED TRAIN, THEN CLIMBED UP TO THE HEIGHTS OF THE LEGAL FIELD WITH KILLER CASES, TONS OF MONEY, ATTORNEYS FROM ALL OVER THE COUNTRY PAYING TO READ MY BRIEFS, MAKING MONEY FOR THE COURTS, BRINGING CREDIT TO MY LAW SCHOOL, THE UTAH STATE BAR, AND WOMEN! FIGHTING MY OLD FRIENDS AT THE UTAH ATTORNEY GENERALS OFFICE, WINNING NEW CASES, AND CREATING NEW FAMILY LAW, ON COHABITATION, ALIMONY, AND DELVING INTO NEW AREAS OF SECURITIES, CAPITAL MURDER CASES, AND MORTGAGE OR REAL ESTATE LAW, GETTING WINS, NO ONE ELSE IN THE COUNTRY WAS WINNING . . . ALL SINGLE HANDED . . . WITH THE POTENTIAL FOR UNLIMITED CASH, NOT TO MENTION TWO SONS, ONE ROCKIN' THE MUSIC WORLD . . . NOT ONLY, HELL NO, BUT FUCK, NO!!!!! AND FAT, WHICH WAS THE FAMILY'S PLANS ALSO . . . SHELLEY'S FRIEND PUT ON 80 POUNDS, ON PSYCHOTROPIC MEDS . . . GOOD IDEA! NO THIS PLAN WAS DECADES IN THE MAKING, WITH ROOTS, GOING BACK TO BIRTH, AND ONE BIG SISTER, JEALOUS OF NEW BABY SISTER, PRETTIER, SMARTER, MORE EDUCATED, AND A FAR BETTER MOTHER, TRYING TO FILL IN WITH SHELLEY'S KIDS, THAT TURNED LIKE THE VIPER, MOTHER TRAINED, USED, AND RISKED THEIR LIVES TO GET EVEN, TO THE POINT OF BEING SO BLINDED BY RAGE, JEALOUSY, ANGER, ENVY, THAT NOTHING MORE THAN DEATH, AND TAKING MY PLACE WOULD DO! EARLY SIGNS . . .

Snib-it of a Dream . . . Shelley In a Cop Uniform!

All I remember of this very, very short dream, actually just a flash point in my mind, just before I woke up, was Shelley, my big sister of only 13 months, was wearing the same, black and florescent green, cop uniform as the officer, I described, yesterday, with the detective or plain clothed police officer, sitting behind, me while I typed my first blog, in the morning, at Einsteins Bros. Begals, just down the street from the cop shop on Ryman, behind the courthouse, in Missoula.  However, in the dream, Shelley had her black--not blonde--hair cut short, and it was curled . . . Shelley, always has, curled her hair!  I now, wear my wild and free, because I got so sick of getting up each day, in law school, although, I kind of where it the same as I did back them, looking at my law school picture, that I am sure, has either been replaced, or the school, Mo law school, is claiming on of their best and brightest, not while at the law school, but self made after leaving law school, is, Rachel, who looks the most like me, and wore that 80's perm look, while mine is natural curl, as are all my children's hair, more from their father's hair, genetically, than mine, but both contributed.

Frankly, I am shocked that Shelley would ever cut her hair, but, maybe putting a blonde wig on and off, trying to appear to be me, for the surveillance cameras, at like, Tony Ostemeier's ranch in St. Ignatius, helping Shelley to steal the water compact analysis and related jobs, or hanging with Jack Strode-Ware, uup around Kalispell, or with Frank, Mike, or whomever, since all the old boyz club, were originally with me, but, when I dumped all their sorry old asses, the R.E.D.s, Retired and Extremely Dangerous old agents, who used to rule the world, went to second best, one of the guys, Shelley, to perpetrate the lie, that she is me!  What a fucking joke, it takes, at least 6 women to do what I do with my eyes closed, while I am chilling, or having fun, cruising around Montana, half lit . . . brain wise, I have enough stuff in this brain, from all my experience, that all I need it a title, a news article, or a cool thought, to write about anything, or to just throw in something about my son, Elliot, and his bands, a killer jump in my hits!  LOL!  Which I am sure the broad frauds, took not of, just weeks after I started this blog, and long after, the bitches, had Google, key, CIA, NSA connections, redirected my blog account, October 9, 2013!  Just over two weeks after I started the blog!  Michael McClintoch, one of Shelley's cronies, and sex buddies, always got those legs, spread, knows exactly the ways to his loyalties, with little sis, JoAnn, always rejection, was with me, because he picked up on me at the old Poverello, back in the days before the new building, with me showing up in town, in 2013, November, to be exact, I think, verify, boys and girls, probably old computer records, yeah, the same chick back then, is the same chick now, and the blogger!

Pigtails of Two Sisters . . . Pig Tales, JoAnn, 1997, Shelley, About 1998 . . . I Don't Know Her History, Like I Know MINE!

THE VERY SYMBOLIC, BLACK AND WHITE, DEAD RAT, IN A BOX!

Shelley was rolling with a very different crowd back in the early days, I was in law school, and a newbie, assistant attorney general, with an office, up on the 2nd floor of the Utah State Capitol Building, and I can see this day, as fresh in my mind, right now, as that day, because, Shelley, just dropped in my office, with what appeared to be a symbolic, like, mafia, sign, that this cop, ratting bitch, was a dead rat.  I knew somewhat of some of Shelley's risky business ventures, her tangle with my father's shady deals, Shelley having been his protege' since junior high, and around the time, my parents, moved up on Chokecherry Lane, in Bountiful Hills, back around the time, Sue and Kevin Schmidt got married, so that would have been around, 1975 or so, because, if I can remember, Sue and Kevin had a small dinner, after their marriage in the Salt Lake Temple.  Sometime after that, Shelley, surprisingly purchased a huge ass home, just up the road from mom and dad, and at the time, she was working with a Nevada, business man, Chris Wanless, who some claimed was the father of Isaac, Shelley's second son, but I beg to differ from history.  But, who really knows . . . Shelley's favorite saying is, lose lips sink ships!  

But, at that time, someone, drove past Shelley's house, and shot a few rounds into her picture windows, if memory serves.  So, Shelley, has long had ambitions, to run with the boyz clubs, so, turning state's evidence against her ex-husband, David Yemen, and, his mafia, associate, and Shelley's boss, Alan Wolfson, a known mafia member, and securities dealer, now allegedly in prison for securities fraud, because he tried to contact me, when I was still me on the Brock securities case, and wanted me to represent him, up on appeal from, his life sentence, with time served at the Utah State Prison . . . Shelley was living with me at the time, this was, 2010, and I was hot shit, to the securities, field, still am, but you think I am Kay, Rachel, or Shelley! LOL!  If Shelley's, oldest son, Jesse, who is allegedly dead, leaving me with doubts, since, I was the only one mourning his death of the whole, frolicking Southwick family, I assumed that this was a CIA, FBI, give him the date rape pill, fake his death, through the funeral, like Frank did, when I visited the funeral, one month after he was dead and had plans to be cremated!  LOL!  

Frank/Allan, looked much better dead than alive! I wanted the funeral director, Southern Utah Mortuary to give me some wire cutters, so I could cut his toe off, to make sure he was dead!  I even got close enough to see if he was breathing, but I was afraid, this monster, would reach up and choke me to death! Right after identifying the body of my so, mourned husband, alleged husband, sham marriages, fake people do not count . . . I was at Wendy's Fast Food, just under the Cedar Exit, freeway, and looked up--A purple McDonald's truck, I think, said, "It is not polite to stare!"  LOL!  God is rather funny, and has a great sense of humor . . . that made me laugh!  New hair cut, for a man that should have been burned, a month earlier?  Nice . . . so this stupid, fake death shit, runs deep and wide, with the doubles programs, lies, and fake lives, gets people out of sticky situations.  But, if Jesse is dead, which I really hope not, he was a pawn of his mother's and grandfather's, and Jesse and I had gotten very close, when he stay in St. George for a while, even said, I was the only mother he knew besides, grandmother, but, I suspected shit going on with that too . . . the switch, was starting, Shelley never leaving the house, her kids, starting to call her Shelley, rather than mom, and Jesse, hanging out with me, making that statement . . . Shelley is not above bringing her kids into the crimes!

I have often thought, that if Jesse is truly dead, he may have been killed by the mob!

Sister Threatened . . . I Will Get Crime Lab to Dust for Finger Prints!

So, sitting at my desk, Shelley drops in, scared and worried, and without me knowing, at the time, that she had been involved in securities fraud, and she claimed to have warned, David and Alan, her boss, over and over again, that they were committing fraud, I think, but, I believe that the Utah State Division of Securities, was investigating, Dave and Alan, and leaning on the secretary or SEC filer, office help, which Shelley was at the time, and Shelley was very much, either still in love with Dave, or was just, at that time, being pressured by the state, to roll over on him, but she thought that, Dave had been the one, who sent her this nice little package that came in the mail, with plastic lining, and a dead, decomposing, black and white rat . . . and it just dawned on me, that Shelley's kids, later, after I was diagnosed to die, and living with Shelley, always had rats for pets, one such pet, was named, Baxter, a white one, when Shelley was living in a house, she shared ownership with David Yemen, and his new wife, Ann, who lived in Jeremy Ranch . . . the connection with Kay Burningham, maybe, who also, lived there? In fact, it was, allegedly Dave, who wanted to sell the house on 5th North, 357 East, Logan, that led me, to meet Brett . . . a plan from the get go?  Maybe. 

This tale of twisted crime, goes deep and wide, and I was as niaeve as a school girl, going from being a housewife, student, to lawyer, the only assistant attorney general, in an 11 male division, the Criminal Enforcement Division, along with being on the Prosecution Council, doing double duty, and also considered, an agent and attorney for the AG.  But, this black and white, dead rat, may not have just been one, Dave, or whom ever, sent it, but may actually have been a family PET . . . as Shelley is, and always has been, for sure, no doubt, a favorite, with me as an outsider, in so many ways, never bought family system and was, basically, out running around by 5th grade!  I was alarmed, of course to see the implied threat against my sister, and took the package down to the crime lab, or did I, Shelley may have actually, decided not to go that route?  I know we never got results, and Shelley never bothered me again, or maybe she got the answers, or maybe this was a set up, then?  

I had run a foul, hard and early, with Creighton Horton, the Criminal Enforcement Division Chief, pushing for the charging of four Utah State football players, for rape, up, in Cache Valley, with County attorney, Gary, someone, going behind his back, asking a deputy attorney, who end up running for office, based on the fact that all four players were indicted and ended up in the Utah State prison, on a case that I sat in on, because I was doing an externship in Cache County, as part of my training as staff attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council, and Mark Nash, who should not be over looked at a key player in this whole thing, that probably started with this episode and very much in Shelley's home town, so?  Early, deadly connections at the AG's office, one sister a government gal, and the other a rebel, with the Constitution and pushing cases, not part of the old boyz club plans!  Mark Nash, was good and bad, he protected me against Creighton, who was one of the original 5 who flew to St. George, Utah to make sure that, then County Attorney, Eric Ludlow, who was also interviewing me for his deputy, with Mark, seeing I had taught, needing someone with teaching experience, which I had, and he was not going to lose me to one of his prosecutors . . . plus, I was a golfer and that was almost part of the job, with Mark, cops, and social workers as we trained all over the state and went to conferences, first one being in Huntington Beach . . . neither, Shelley, nor Rachel, were golfers!  I had loved the sport, since 7th grade, when I had a crush on the golf pro's son, Rick Mears!

Creighton Horton vs. The Rising Female Attorney Star

Almost from the first few weeks, on being hired, at the Utah Prosecution Council, Horton and I, crossed hairs, I was older than your normal new assistant attorney general, not impressed and cocky enough to take any of the 11 male attorneys to task and with the brains to do, it never going to them, always, leading the charge for justice, early on, being a super star with my domestic violence manual, and a killer speaker, who was fast, replacing Mark, and taking center stage, over Kristine Knowlton, the former domestic violence queen, having been a prosecutor, in Weber County, with Reed Richards, connecting into my cousin, Meg Nesbitt, who was also a classmate of Kay Burningham's at BYU!  I didn't need to play the sleep with the senior assistant attorney generals, refused advances, refused lunch dates, was all fucking about business, and that of protecting victims of domestic violence and sexual assault.  When Gary, lost the county attorney race, to Scott Wyatt, a big Mo, all of whom will lie for the Mo Church, and who, is who he is, because of me, going to him, also right out of law school, and granted he had the guts and the brains to take on the case, but, Scott, I think, took the rape case, when I pushed it a staff meeting, finding that Cache County had not tried a rape case in 8 years . . . now, Shelley, at this time, I believe had moved back to Logan and would have been reading about the high profile case and I may have even discussed it with her, or visited her while staying at a motel, for a week, back in the early days, 1995 or so?  I was so busy, just doing my job, I didn't think of doing anything else, and I took this shit serious . . . absolutely, no messing around!

Shortly after that, I crossed hairs with some Salt Lake prosecutors, city, when again, I was attending a DUI trial, and in the other court room, or between the two court rooms, there was a defendant who had just been convicted and charged with like 18 months, for child abuse, going to prison, and yelling, banging his head, and chains rattling, so much so, that the prosecutors, let the jury take a break, while the commotion was going on, transporting the prisoner, screaming that he didn't do it!  After the DUI trial was over, the other attorneys, were still in the office, high fiving each other, and laughing, and I said, what the hell happened? They proceeded to tell me that they convicted this guy on child abuse and he was going to prison . . . which by the way, is known as the worst crime, even among criminals that a man/woman can do, and they are sure targets of rape!  I was upset by this man's pleas and denials, and asked them is they had enough evidence to convict him . . . and their answer shocked the hell out of me . . . No, anyone can convict a guilty man, the real challenge is to get an INNOCENT man!  I promptly, reprimaned the attorneys, with tons more experience than me, but with the wrong ideas, and said, Your job is not to see how many skins you can hang on the wall, nor how many notches you have on your belt, so you can be seen as tough on crime and be named a judge!  You are the gatekeepers of JUSTICE, and better have the evidence or decline to prosecute!  I am sure that went up the prosecutor news wire!

I was succeeding and pissing people off, all at the same time, so there was not much they could do to this super star, that everyone, thought would be the next attorney general, which worried, cops, prosecutors, and rivals alike!  I would have won, easy, and they knew it!  During Creighton's SWAP meetings, statewide association of prosecutors, well, a stodgy old Salt Lake Attorney ran the association, but I believe that Creighton was in those meetings, which will make sense in a few . . . but, one time, I must have had a newsletter for prosecutors due, because I was not in the meeting, and I was walking down the hall, and someone yelled to me, and wanted my opinion on raising the age of statutory rape to 18, and they had been discussing it for hours . . . I looked in and simply said, well if you do, then you will be charging, half of the college campuses, including instructors.  They all looked at each other dumb founded, agreed, but didn't like my arrogant attitude, of what the fuck are you thinking?  LOL!  Obviously, they were not!  LOL and that was highly apparent!  After passing my first year, a probationary period, now vetted, the only complaint against me was, to put it nicely, I WAS NOT HUMBLE . . . not generally associated with attorneys, or at not a characteristic a female should have!  I was rockin' the state, within 6 months, right there at the top of the heap, with attorneys who had, allegedly earned their stripes, as I guess I had not!  LOL . . . watch those housewives turned attorneys, especially, the ones who are hot too!  I didn't need any god-damned man!  I have always made it on my own, my own way, and at break neck speed!  This blog included!

Telling Dream . . . After Asset Forfeiture, Creighton Gets Off Bus, Smacks My Son, Chris . . . Who Seems to Be the One Punished For MOM's Sins!

After I killed asset forfeiture, with 9 assistant attorney generals, and 2 U.S. assistant attorney generals, arguing and trying to defend the indefensible and unconstitutional government takings without due process of law, right to jury trial, and no compensation, for the thefts of property, seized baby blue mustang, seen my me, this weekend, Utah license plates, going up and down, Higgins Street, Montana, undercover cop, who terrorizes the unsuspecting drivers, between Parowan and Cedar City, Utah, of Iron County crime perps, after me, out of jurisdiction in MISSOULA . . . go figure!  But, that seemed to be the real lynching pin for me, with 27 other states, taking away cop, prosecutor and judges, incentives to take property for the cop shops!  I was building my investment home in St. George, for two reasons, to have a tax break and to start setting up residency, to run for Congress, the 4th seat, that I was preparing for 16 years too early!  LOL!  But, when I got back from checking on my house, over the weekend with the attorneys, getting their royal asses chewed up and spit out, with legislators, who had MY legal constitutional analysis, examples, newspaper articles, and deadly denial of rights, with cop and prosecutors hands all over the cookie jar, of taking citizens property without any recourse for getting it back, my name became mud!

Now, Kay, who was a torts attorney, practicing law in San Diego, at the time, I believe, since she was pretty good to get in touch with high school friends, and she was probably the only one, high school friends that is, that I cared to stay in contact with, with her off the list too . . . and you think, Barbara Williams and the Bountiful crew, Bart Weed in tow, would not lie for their class officer, and JoAnn, checking out of that scam of scum, before I even graduated, with no desire, really to touch bases again!  LOL!  Don't feel bad, I don't discriminate, I don't go to any law school class reunions either, so if anyone has gone to either of those, it most likely is baby sis, Sue, since she, somehow got my invitation to my 40th reunion, a few years ago, to my shock and surprise, seeing I had been practicing law for at least three years, with either mail boxes or P.O. Boxes, as in Parowan . . . instead of mail, I typed, jail? did Sue and others tell my high school scums I was in JAIL?  Probably!  LOL!  Like I said, this scam, fraud, goes deep and wide!  But, many of the roots, came and started, long ago, mainly to my rise in power, so fast, so strong, and so not male! not needing them, not dating them, not giving any credence to them whatsoever . . . didn't need to!  LOL.

But, the day after I was banned from Capitol Hill, and Reed Richards, who later ended up the Director of the Sheriff's Association . . . one little attorney, female, who made the cops look so bad? No for attorney general . . . all my fault, I am sure!  LOL!  All early enemies, players in this fucked up game, charade and bull shit.  But, I was reprimanded in Reed's office, his beat red face screaming at me, papers being knocked on the floor, him taking away, half of my management position, banning me to the rank and file of assistant attorney generals, who nobody knows, and tried to dock my pay . . . I told him, I didn't care about my staff, sick of that job anyway, but if he touched my pay for defending the Constitution . . . I would got to every newspaper and press in Utah and expose them!  They never docked my pay, and wherever I was, the fire in the state was . . . Reed was being pulled around by his nose ring, now having to take on the personal injury defense bar, when I wrote them a letter, laced with the law and my power to collect part of their recovery of damages!  How do you argue with success!  I had just collected a half a million dollar check from one of the most prestigious law firms in Salt Lake!  LOL!

Bad blood, early and fast . . . can't control this attorney!  I had a dream about Creighton, one of the attorney, who was made the fool, in front of the Utah Legislature who were eating the attorneys alive, fileting them, like nothing they had ever seen, with all MY great arguments, . . . I warned them I would do it, but on my own time!  Just chilling, taking the legislation line by line, bulleting the violation of the U,S. and Utah Constitutions, in direct contraction and with glaring violations, in this new piece of cop cash cow, shit legislation!  So, I had this dream that, Creighton took a bus, to Provo High School, in Provo, Utah, and got off the bus, and walked up my son, Chris and slapped him right across the face!  Later that following day, I got an alarmed call from, Nicole, my little D.C., daughter, but in high school at the time, saying that Chris had been thrown through the trophy case at the high school, by the Provo Police Chief's son, and about 9 other friends!  Now, Micah, Jerry Owen's son, Chris' friend, with Chris just a new 9th grader at Provo High, was gathering all Chris' former friends from Midway and Heber City, and the guys were all heading to Provo to defend Chris' honor . . . or better, his mother's honor . . . Chris has protected his mother and paid, dearly at times, just for being a good son!  Luckily, I got Chris before the gangs formed, this is exactly how they start, revenge for wrongs, and talked to him about, turning the other cheek, and doing what the person he is named after did, and told us to do, turn the other cheek, the Christian named worked, and luckily, it was getting close to the end of the school year, we let it drop, because I didn't want to start even more hate between me and the cops, transferred Chris up to Orem High, he later moved to Salt Lake with me, and actually graduated early, from East High School, in Salt Lake City, Utah . . . see if Shelley, Rachel, Kay, with all their envy, studying my life and jealousy, know all these details!  LOL . . .yeah the woman at the Poverello Homeless Center, is the same chick that kicked the shit out of the cops and prosecutors in Utah, the same one who saved the doctors from the fed fraud units, and the same attorney who wrote and defended financial planners in securities cases . . . I JUST DIDN'T GET ANY OF "MY" MONEY!

The Sister With the Money . . . Is NOT The Sister That Protected Rights . . . Being a Ron or Rand Paul Supporter, Doesn't a Killer Attorney MAKE!

I think, due to the fact, that Shelley, Kay, Brett, Southwicks, FBI, CIA, and Mo's, plus many more, who shadow me everywhere I go, try to isolate and contain me, and show up, after they have illicited the local cops help, who are and I apologize, because you are not the only simple minded, black and white thinkers, even the best and brightest, are fooled, why, because of there stellar brilliance as attorneys, these frauds, no, first because of the money, and second, because of my former cases, and now, third, they are claiming to be the writers of this very brilliant blog, read worldwide, and discussed, giving my readers, not only the news, but constitutional analysis, or legal history, in a tabloid fashion, teaching the law, in a painless manner, that is not boring or dull, unlike my sista club of boring bitches, who could not write my blogs, have done my cases, other than present them after I have already won!  Not hard for a trial attorney with 10 years more experience, not in the brains, but in trial work, and it doesn't hurt that Kay, at least is an ACTRESS, having been born the daughter and niece of well known, debate and drama coaches, Gary and Kim Burningham . . . Kim went on to be a legislator and also a school board member, where he might have connected with Shelley, selling books to libraries, or pretending to be me, up at the Utah Legislature, running interference, even after I was declared, first brain dead and second, now, DEAD!  LOL!  Whoops, maybe you ought to just admit to the lies, the mistakes and the miss on the death, with cops killing the wrong person, driving a tan/brown Ford Taurus, who as fate would have it, took the accident for me, but the cops must have either done a really good job, mangling the car, after they murdered the person, they thought was me, with me, passing by in a navy blue Ford Taurus, a half hour later, after tricking the aerial surveillance cameras in space, and letting the unfortunate, driver, go early, out the other side, while I waited, under the huge ass awning, knowing they, the cops, were trying to kill me, for my Brock/Cheek/Vail cases, big time money makers, and for my son's bands!  $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$44

Shelley's Family Hounded By Cops, Cops Deals To Protect, Fuck JoAnn!

Jesse Anderson, had a huge ass stand off, or so it was reported, because, Shelley, who is all about drugs, pushed her son, to get on Prozac, to help with Jesse's depression.  As a result of the drugs and a family fight, with his wife, Jesse, who had been the cute father and husband, was now threatening to kill his wife and kids, which resulted in a stand off with the sheriff's department!  Jesse lived in Hyrum, Utah, outside Logan.  I believe, by this time, I had left Logan, because, Jenny, Jesse's wife, warned me that Shelley had been trashing me, constantly to the point of pure cruelty, and in Jenny's mind, with me being close to her, more so than Jesse, I needed to get away from Shelley, as soon as possible . . . this came in a conversation, after Jenny and Jesse had split up, I think, and I had come from St. George, where my parents, first ordered me that if I didn't voluntarily check into the Behavior Health Unit, or mental health unit at the Hospital, they were going to force me, involuntarily in there, or they would have the sheriff arrest me, for what?  Walking on the streets?  YES!  One time, just before this, with time to kill, just waiting to die, which seemed reason to abuse, in my loving Mo family . . . who had designs on my son's music, and with Shelley using my law degree and credentials already, I met one of my mother's friends on a walk around the block, and she invited me in, so I, knowing her, through my mother and always kind to the elderly, and just killing time, went in her home with her at her request.  Her son dropped by, and asked me who I was, and I told him, and mentioned that my parents, lived in the Mormon ward.  He called my father, and asked what he should do?  But, my father, told him to HAVE ME ARRESTED!  This should give you some indication of my families mindset, when I didn't die, as predicted, in 2002.

The Southwicks are a very cruel crew, In deed!  Shelley had my license revoked, after I gave her the new car I paid for, and let her borrow for two years, and my father gave the car to Jesse, rather than MY son, CHRIS, who needed a car!  Always, even when earned and paid for, giving Shelley's family the goods, that should have belonged to the Secrist family, who didn't count, only if they could be used for money! which has been the history of this family, since, I became and attorney, and Elliot started playing music . . . the slaves to the Southwicks and the losers, payback for being EXCELLENT IN EVERY WAY SUPERIOR TO THE REST OF THEM?  I think so.  Sue, never once, in 10 years, ever called to see how I was, Marcie bought me a couch, after my father took the equity in my St. George home, and Jared took my maroon couches, never finish paying . . . JOANN, Cinderella, doesn't need money, she makes it and we take it!  NOT LOL!  Actually the Cinderella Story, is so close, other than I made my own money, but within the family structure, I was the scullery maid, and made the money the rest of the slugs are LIVING OFF OF RIGHT NOW . . . big history of this pattern!

Shocking IRS Tax Claims for 2001 and 2003 . . . I Was Diagnosed in 2000, Never Worked After January of 2000 . . . So, Who Made the Money, Using My Name, My Social Security?  Shelley, Had My Social Security Card and Driver's License . . . PROBABLY Working as Attorney!

At the time, after I had left, Shelley, not only at the insistence of Jenny, her daughter in-law, but even her friends, could not stand the cruel Shelley, Ruth Ann, a friend of Shelley's, could not stand how terrible Shelley was treating me, offered to move down to St. George with me, in MY house, just to get me away from the abuser, Shelley . . . still while she was at the fish bowl house, she owned with David Yemen, back in the time before I came back, after my family tried to lock me up in the Utah State Hospital forever, because I refused to take medication, and took off to Las Vegas with a cowboy, to return to my apartment, with cops, arresting me, for not taking meds? really, and sending me up to the state mental hospital, because, the family again, showed up to demand I be put on meds, Rachel with them, also, demanding my license, which Shelley already had suspended . . . with what power?  She was long locked into the cops . . . good sister, JoAnn the bad sister, but with the great resume, and credentials, so, I reminded my parents, that Jared, who had wrecked every car in the family, except mine, because I refused to let him borrow it, with me, having 1 ticket?  Seriously, but, both Shelley and Jerry, tried to keep me in the state hospital . . . decades of deceit, this was a well orchestrated, well thought out, carried out, theft of identity . . . with cops, already hating me, AGs office already hating me, family already jealous for years, and later judges, the PERFECT STORM(S)!

So, if memory serves, this is the years, all kind of a fog, since my brain was in a fog!

• 2000 poisoned . . . Shelley, biologist, working with the state and federal cops
• 2000, November, family good bye Panama Canal Cruise, 16 members of family, Jerry Owens
• 2001, Shelley talked me into leaving Jerry, and moving to St. George where more family members could care for me, until I died
• 2002, father sold my home, or rather I did, to the first people who came through, family moved me into apartments at the top of 11th avenue, St. George, Utah . . . found God again!  LOL!
• 2002/2003 father having me arrested, for nothing, being forced into hospital or state hospital, refusing to take meds, starting a mental health history, criminal history . . . when none existed, and Shelley was checking into nursing homes, group homes to get me out of the way, out of families hair
• Utah State Hospital, staff wondering why I was there?  Me too?  Didn't take meds!  Shelley visited, you have never seemed happier Jo . . . Jerry, came to hearing to get released, was foe, not friend, arguing why I should stay, but I won, staff, never could figure it out, and they saw me as staff, always playing chess, pool and table tennis!  Jerry, who I believe, hooked up with  Shelley, and that is why, she pushed me to move with family in St. George!  Shelley had become me, Jerry, Zeke, and they were scheming to have Elliot's music, stolen by Isaac, with no parents to watch, so Shelley and Jerry, now, JoAnn and Jerry, are the parents, Zeke new wife!  After I got out of the hospital, Jerry and Shelley, kept joking, or wink, wink, when Jerry said, JoAnn thinks I have a new girlfriend . . . yeah, it was Shelley, patterns, same ones with Brett, Shelley moves in on ex's, then Frank or Allan, following me to Montana, first with Jack, then Mike, Tony, with Miles, and Howard, lying . . . she may have been with Howard, but as I got younger men, Rachel got in on the picture, Kay moved in on Brett, and so the sister/friend covering . . . going back to the taxes!

Actually, I Believe The Plan Was To NEVER Let Me Out of the State Hospital . . . But for the Staff's Recommendations!  I Was Suppose to Die, 2002, From That Point On . . . I Was Dead To MY FAMILY . . . Shelley Became ME!

• after I got out of the hospital, the first thing Shelley warned me about, that I was not to take, or let them in, was PROCESS SERVERS! Shelley, had bills, and warrants, out for her arrest, and she gave me this big lecture, about, not talking to anyone!  By this time, Jesse and his new wife, Tiffany, were living on the other side of the house, on 357 East, 500 North, or that seems to be the address that sticks in my mind . . . I wasn't getting mail, and my dad was taking care of my finances, and I was living with Shelley, who, took over from my father, who was probably collecting my $3,000 per month Paul Revere disability insurance, plus my $800 per month, back then, Social Security, with my father sending Shelley, both SS card and my I.D. . . . Shelley had probably long been using my driver's license . . . cops kept coming up to me, in St. George and asking me, if I remembered them or they would personally tell me about Shelley suspending my license . . . why, I had stopped driving a year earlier?
• 2003/2004, I was just wandering the streets of Logan, and surrounding area, but the strange thing was that, cops would just stop me on the streets, just sitting there, doing nothing wrong, and they would always call Shelley, who had worked with the attorney general's office, served as a chair or was involved, with the Cache Valley, Children's Justice Center . . . or maybe that was earlier, don't know her history, like she knows mine, too busy with my own life, but I remember being shocked that Jan had hired her . . . I think that was because of her work, rolling over on the securities case, but, as I recall, once we went and saw David Yemen, in federal prison, so why did David, later, purchase a house with Shelley or the deal was that Shelley would fix it up, Dave would pay for it, and Shelley and him would split the equity when it sold.  Shelley also hooked up with BACA, or Bikers Against Child Abuse, through her efforts with the Children's Justice Center, this may have been where Frank, aka, Allan Rex Bess, came on board . . . there was a Mike, who seems like Shelley's type who tried to hit on me, but, Frank, later claimed that he was a government infiltrator, in the biker gangs, and when I met a bunch of bikers from Laughlin, Nevada, where the biker shoot out, happened, he acted very nervous that they might recognize him?  This is what might have hooked, Frank, Interpol, into me, when Allan Rex Bess and me were getting close after his case, with civil issues still and hand, and Allan told the jail mates, he was going to marry his attorney!  The real Allan was going to help me iwth the Misty Lamoreaux murder case, against Tristan, who wanted me to represent him and the request of his younger brother, back in the St. George/Iron County days. Allan rode with the Vogos, he and Tristan, respected each other, but Frank, contrary and opposite of Allan, said Tristan was guilty, and Allan was going to help me with the case . . . total reversal with Frank, when he and Shelley killed Allan!
• 2004, Parallax, lead singer, Blake Donner, I believe was murdered!  Elliot was always bringing me new CD covers, and they were going crazy, touring the west coast, very popular in Portland, Seattle area, but in underground, smaller concerts, to go big was a sell out!  Shelley is actually the one who told me about the Provo Death Cave, and the four concert goers, who had asked Elliot and Chris to go with them . . . the real targets?  Maybe, devastated Elliot, and Chris.  
• 2005/2006, God's Revolver, comes out with "Little Black Horse Where is Your Dead Rider", Shelley has to move, I meet Brett Todd Stuart, the same day, I am suppose to be out of Shelley's house! Nice the next phase of the mafia, Shelley, dad, connection, keep mom, barefoot and out on the farm!  Brett seemed to be in with the cops, I suspected, undercover, but knowing the dirty cops, the hatred they all had for me, the fact that by this time, Shelley was me, and she had credibility with them through the Justice Center, Brett may have been just a cop, or undercover, but, if I ever got in trouble, like once, embarrassed of where Brett and I lived, I had some guy, in a rain storm, who gave me a ride . . . maybe a cop, drop me off at the neighbors, and they saw me, called the police, and they or someone also got a hold of Brett, who was able to get off work and come to my rescue with the cops, talking to him and Brett with his arm around my shoulder.  But if we ever got a cop pull us over, he always just got a warning.  I do believe that Brett, who tried to get me to smoke marijuana, prove that I did the asset forfeiture for drug use cover-up, or try to get me to drink alcohol, whatever, but I think, the night I was given, zuccinni bread, four pieces, laced with marijuana, I think, it was a cop sting, a set up and I insisted, Brett, avoid the First Dam area, where cops were sure to be . . . he reluctantly did or he at least didn't stop!  When I would leave Brett, he would go after me, and tell, whomever was driving that, I was his schizophrenic wife, and bring me back, I became more of a hostage, after I started to heal, and he started to cheat, Ruthie, Shelley, Kay, whomever . . . fuck that shit! NSA spell check is off!  Of course, any time they don't like what I am writing, they turn it off . . . fuckin' babies! You can tell they are in on this whole scam to make the MO bitches me!  None of them, have ever been as active as I was, Sue, Tiff, but sure as hell, not Rachel, Shelley and Kay, for sure! LOL!
• 2006, I left Brett, Shelley was on the Logan Chamber of Commerce, believe that once I left Brett, Shelley and Brett hooked up, wonder if Isaac, was Brett's son?  Ty wanted to be a venture capitalist at this time, of extreme activity in the Shelley Southwick, Anderson, Yemen, House, with Brett and Shelley meeting for sex every morning when Shelley would drop me off at McDonald's to get a Diet Coke . . . haven't changed, LOL!  Again, Jesse and Tiffany, Jayden, and the Bandit CD started, right as Elliot, Chris and Isaac came to visit me with my broken leg, and to let me listen to Elliot's new band and CD!  Just like with Jerry, Shelley, broke the connection off with me and Brett, turning him in to Social Security, or so she said, taking him off as my representative payee, and having mom do it, or someone did.  Signs and evidence of new bank accounts, credit cards, and bank runs every fucking night.  Shelley and Tiffany took classes up at the college, USU, Shelley took an economics class, not sure what Tiffany took, and I don't think they finished, making too much money pirating Elliot's music.  Signs that Brett was present, all over, he worked at Pepperidge Farms, cookies, gold fish, orange ear plugs, gloves, etc.  One night, Brett showed up drunk, knocked on the door, and I was laying near Shelley on the floor, listening to Art Bell, Brett started crying, trying to make love to me, I kept pushing him away, I think we finally went into the bathroom or the hall, made love, I tried to comfort him, put him in the shower, not much experience with him drinking, but, that was after Shelley had been with him and may have been the breaking point, in their alleged, hot sex, and Kay was already in the hopper, so, I think he switched to Kay, but the criminal enterprises kept up.  We definitely loved each other . . . long walks, ski hills, thrones of rocks, making love, every where, playing cards under trees, moon light walks telling scary stories, coyotes at our doors, cattle, me waiting every day for him to come home to make love during lunch, waiting for him in the apple tree, in the wheat fields, on the front of the house, he would always yell, hey, country girl, and I would smile, run and yell back, hey, country boy, we would kiss and I would get i the truck with him, to take the short ride home, dinner, fires, making love every night, out watching the stars, gathering wood, playing cards, watching educational videos, reading, shopping, laundry, making love, over and over, I loved you, you fucking shit!  Why did you cheat? SOB . . . as much my fault, I guess?
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