Wednesday, September 2, 2015

BROTHERHOOD OF HATE; DON'T LIE TO YOUR MOTHER, TELL HER YOU ARE AT THE LIBRARY! SHE WORKED HARD FOR MY MONEY, SHE WORKED HARD FOR MY MONEY, SO YOU BETTER TREAT HER RIGHT! (DONNA SUMMERS) LAW ENFORCEMENT? HA! INFRARED THERMO-IMAGRY, SUSPICIOUS PEOPLE, TRUCKS, FBI SURVEILLANCE PLANES, BACKYARD SPIES, 45 MINUTES SHINING FLASHLIGHT IN MY DIRECTION . . . TOOK OUT BATTERY TO MY PHONE . . . ALL CALMED DOWN, CAMPED OUT IN THE SLEEPING BAG I GOT FROM SALVATION ARMY . . . NICE TO BE PRONE AND WARM FOR THE NIGHT! LOL! I STILL HAVEN'T MASTERED THE FINE ART OF GOING TO THE BATHROOM OUTSIDE YET, A BIT EASIER FOR THE TRAMP CAMP BOYZ! NO WONDER THERE ARE FEWER WOMEN TRIPPING AROUND THE COUNTRY, DIRT BAGGING IT LIKE ME! LOL! WE WOULD NEED A PORTA POTTY! MY FRIEND DANE, A MILITARY BRAT, RAISED IN THE 60'S WHOM I RUN INTO ALL OVER MONTANA, SAYS HIS SOLUTION TO BATHROOM BREAKS DURING THE NIGHTS . . . DON'T DRINK WATER OR DRINK AFTER 4:00 P.M., GOOD IDEA! LOL! OVER ALL, I HAD A GREAT, COZY NIGHT, A BIT HARD ON THE HIPS, BECAUSE I DIDN;T DARE SLEEP ON THE GRASS, NEEDED COVER FROM INFRARED CAMERAS, FBI SURVEILLANCE PLANES, ETC.! ONE THING YOU CAN'T ACCUSE ME OF IS HAVING A BORING LIFE! LOL! LIVING CLOAK AND DAGGER! GO FIGURE, AND I AM ONE OF THE GOOD GUYS, SO THAT SHOULD TELL YOU THE NATURE OF THE OTHER SIDE, AND MY ENEMIES! THEY SAY YOU CAN JUDGE THE CHARACTER OF THE MAN, IN MY CASE WOMAN, BY THE SIZE AND NUMBER OF HER ENEMIES! I HAVE SOME CHARACTER! AND, I LOVE WHAT I AM DOING . . . I KNOW, THAT IF THEY EVER STOPPED CHASING ME, I MUST NOT BEING DOING THE RIGHT STUFF! SO, I AM SPOT ON, STRAIGHT UP! ANATOMY OF A HIT.

WHAT DOES A HIT LOOK LIKE?

So, after dinner on Monday, the other night, I tripped on over to Starbucks that has tables and even nice comfy patio furniture, sitting outside, and when it is open and the day is a bit breezy, there is a fireplace that gives off heat, both from the inside and the outside, so first I tried writing my blog at the tables, but there was a bit of a breeze, so I moved around the corner, to the patio, and noticed, in their generosity, they even had an outside electrical outlet, so I could plug in my computer, and not drain all its juice--but it was still a bit nippy, so I decided to venture into the Super 1, however, there are several guys there, who are undercover, probably feds, but live local, and they are not there when I first arrive, without notice, but always come back on the scene, and then, seem to be their 24/7 when I am in town . . .over operations.  So, I looked around and saw several of them, and decided, nope, this is not cool, and I know damned well what they are up to, they never succeed, but they sure as hell give it that old college try.  After 3 years of this, you start to see, certain connections between people and events, patterns, what is normal and what is not, and I can always feel, in my gut, and between that and my Intel Man, God, leaving me little messages, like a huge ass, CAN IT! on the only book, my eyes managed to land on, in the whole fucking store . . . so I heeded God's warning and booked it out of the store, and it was nice and balmy out, so I decided to got back over to Starbucks, and enjoy the late summer, early fall, night, under the stars, writing my blog, that was intended to be a rather nice on . . . but that can always turn on a dime, as in this case . . . no sooner, do I get religion, and decide to just forgive all these assholes, for stealing my life, family, property, but due to my sharp senses and intelligence, plus my Intel Man, God, we are able to keep life and limb going, barely, and under more and more constant pressure, as I am trying to land and set up a new consulting business, needing to reclaim my name in a place that has been taken over by the double and with much approval and help!  Dirty fuckers! MO SHIT!  REPUBLICAN SHIT!  YEAH, A HIT!

Now, from my now, extensive experience, getting to be daily now, must be getting afraid that I will actually care enough to get my contact and personal identification back, regardless of how manWhy excuses, detours and requirements that have added to the normal process, over the last three years, since first venturing into this area of Montana . . . and next to me, the fraud gals pale, don't know shit, but to you, since they have been my understudies, to serve as cameo appearances, when I am eventually, either jailed, put in some prison where nobody knows where I am, just thinking, JoAnn just took off again, or kill me, these gals will be able to step in a write my blog, and hell, you already think they are me, in face and body, and I am the stranger, NOT, here, but they have my money and they can launder it, through grants to colleges, programs, cops for new uniforms, laundering it through Neptune Aeronautics in Missoula, or through other school, college foundations, scholarships, etc., that buy loyalties, silence, and obedience.  There are a million ways to spend a billion dollars, and adding to that about $1 million a day of my blog, and whatever they are ripping Elliot off on his music for . . . Gods, NO, money grubbing, liars, thieves, collectors, and distributors, keeping plenty for administrating the distribution of the money collect from my families work!

Why Would Someone Possibly Want Some Old Grandma Dead?

Just today, I looked on three Google versions of my blog name, on one site, there was roughly 400,000 hits in less than 68 seconds, on another versions . . . all same writer, same face . . . actually mine, but very small, so you think that it could be Rachel, with shorter hair, but same credentials, so identical to mine, but there was another 500,000 on the next site, then about well over 600,000 on another version, but same blog, all in the last 68 minutes, times that by how many seconds in an hour, being almost in a second, then times that by the number of hours in a day . . . then add the numbers from Yahoo, AOL, Bing, duckduckgo, stumble, tumble, gopaddles, yelp, pandora, and on and on, so many, I would not know where to look, but these guys can use my money to pay the best and the brightest hackers, to gobble up any new site, or use new sites to launder the amount of hits!  

Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky . . . not really, I know exactly what they have been doing, and so does the NSA, who has to be in compliance and in collusion with them, to let this happen!  But fucking huge ass numbers, to say the least, probably from 1 to 5 billion hits per day, and 1 to 5 cents per hit? You do the math . . . my client, whom also had a little lunch with the CIA, prior to stealing the case right out from under my nose, after having worked on the $222 million threat, and a $10 million demand, after the Las Vegas Review Journal, was brought to their knees by ME, the feds, promised my client a win, money, on a guarantee, that I had to rely on, the frailties and human biases of the judges, to do the righ thing and apply the law to the facts, which is increasingly more difficult for them, when they want to just pull the law out of their fucking asses and make decisions or rule according to how well they like you!  So, of course, the CIA, could make a more sure promise, bribing the judges or working a settlement out, behind my back, prior to getting to the courts!  Nice little money maker, me . . . right?

A SHIT LOAD OF MONEY IS WHY!

I should be making a shit load of money, but I prefer your trust, while they are banking on my money! Sista's care, sista's share . . . they are more than willing to share, so you have dirty hands too!  THAT is how dirty cops work too, they take the new rookie, on some sting op, a wired buy, or the search of a house, and they have them help plant the evidence, get the bogus warrant, take some of the property and goods, from the house, of alleged criminals, like me, for God's sake . . . and then, they become part of the club, on the road to free and easy riches, new homes, cars, trucks, toys, etc.  What could be better, it is good in the hood! So, to buy the idea that there was a hit, for a billion dollars to keep their secrets, not a far stretch and they have trained Shelley or Kay, both consider themselves writer, boring as hell, so the blog would eventually die under their writing . . . Kay Burningham has several books, probably through Deseret Books, that are anit-Mormon books, that are really just flaunting Kay's legal experience in TORTS!  I have watched her presentation of her book, and it is all in connection with her personal injury, and her personal injury or ambulance chasing frame of reference . . . boring, boring, boring . . . Shelley is a read, she lives vicariously through the characters in the book, and now she lives vicariously through Me, fantasizing of being me, and the cops foster her as ME!  Law enforcement at its finest . . . VOTE CHEERLEADERS!  YEAH!!!!! LOL! Watch those boobs bounce!  LOL!  God almighty, spare us this shit!

Back At Starbucks . . . Mr. Goth, Beater Blue Rusted Out Old Nova?

So, I was somewhat shocked, coming back from being threatened with something . . . never quite figure out what they are going to do with me, when the sting op, works, and what crime, exactly that I have committed, guess government terrorist, enemy combatant, government subversive, homegrown terrorist, for writing and training people on the Constitution . . . hey, it worked in the 50's on the John Birch Society, and other alleged fringe groups, worked on the CSA of Arkansas, in the 80's, that is the white supremicist group, known for the Covenant, the Sword, and the  

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