Thursday, September 3, 2015

MIDNIGHT REAPER! SO TASTY! SELLERS PIT CREW . . . HONEY, I DISINFECTED MY UNDERWEAR! LOL! PROTECT YOUR STUFF! KALISPELL MEDICAL CENTER SECURITY TEAM AND SHADOWS MAKE MY HIT LIST FOR THIS MORNING! NOW, THAT'S MY KIND OF MUSIC! 4 SPECTORS, THE 4 BANDS OF THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (1) PARALLAX; (2) GOD'S REVOVLER; (3) MARALOKA; AND NOW, (4) THE DITCH IN THE DELTA! OPEN VEINS OF GOLD! GOOD STUFF! LIKE I SAID, SON, PROTECT YOUR STUFF . . . UNLIKE YOUR ATTORNEY MOTHER! LOL!

Frank Garner . . . Your Not the Cock of the Cops Anymore!


I knew there was going to be trouble in Kalispell, when you are riding on the bus past the medical center, and the song, We aren't going to take it; we aren't going to take it . . . No we are going to take it anymore, comes on the radio first thing, and the next thing you see is the security car creeping around the corner.  Now, do I have business up at the hospital, no, but I do eat several times a month up at the Sunnyview Cafe, because it is OPEN TO THE PUBLIC and I dig fresh, cheap, great, healthy food!  There is something you missed in your training, former chief of police, Garner, now legislator, probably only works on cops shit, but, the 14th amendment requires that you provide all citizens, due process before taking or messing with life, liberty or property.  In this case, having your fucking campus goons, following me one Sunday, miles off campus, is totally ridiculous . . . can't we just all get along?  The next part of the Constitution for your fucking Patriot Act idiots, is the equal protection clause!  What that means, since you missed that in all your training, in addition to taking the oath becoming a legislator, is that there is to be uniform operation of laws!  Do you fucking get that?  

You don't get to let some members of the public up on campus to eat, do a blog on your Internet and then deny others, who you either politically don't agree with, or don't like, or are trying to foster the fact that it is Shelley, aka, JoAnn S. Secrist, the cop fuck chick version of me, who you want to take credit for me, saving docs from government raids and inspections of physicians medical records, looking for up coding in Medicaid/Medicare billing . . . news flash fucker, she didn't do it, nor did she do anything on my fucking resume' you dumb ass shit . . . I have been coming up to the Sunnyview Cafe' for just about three years now . . . Shelley is the late comer, she is my shadow!  Which brings me to your fucking shadows you had on my ass this morning . . . I don't appreciate as a single women, forced on the street by the fucking cops, bitch sisters, a fucker for a father, and ButtfuckMontana turning into an arm of Utah and the Mormon Church or you will be sued as such!  I don't think that your job will last long if a doctors' hero, me who saved their sorry asses back when I was general counsel for the Utah Medical Association . . .yeah the same chick that gets off the bus on the corner of the medical center parking lot, with no other way to get to the Salvation Army, where I often over the same three years have eaten breakfast, as I did today and lunch . . . FUCKIN' DEAL WITH IT!

A Pet Peeve With Montanans . . . Give Me My Personal Space!  LOL!

I have a love affair with Montana, I pump your state on my blog, promoting your National Parks, activities, festivals, restaurants, music, the beauties of nature, great politics for the most part, you budget sense, and your youth, people, and about everything about the state!  But, one thing, that I just don't get, about this state that values, right to privacy, solitude, space, peace and quiet, so why in the hell, when I am at a place like, the Salvation Army, at 6:30 A.M., waiting to have breakfast, listening to my music, dancing, exercising, using the morning the way I want to, does some butt fuck guy, come park his ass on the opposite side of where most of the guys and gals hang out, waiting for the doors to open for breakfast at 7:30 A.M.?  There was one guy on the other side with tons of cement retaining walls to park he sorry ass on, without coming over and interrupting the joy and solitude of my morning.  Then on top of that . . . this dick wade, blows his schnoz or nose, over and over and over again, making me almost gag!  Screammmmmmm!!!!!!!

I finally got up and left!  In my world, first come first serve, the early bird gets the worm . . . leave me the fuck alone!  There is a reason I am in Montana, the same reason as the rest of you, to have space, personal, private, and individual . . . my hell, there was over probably 100 feet of unused cement walls just right for sitting on, and you come sit by me?  I don't want a buddy, don't want to chat, don't want protection, because you are making me nervous and you are totally invading MY SPACE!  Go get a life . . . I am sure this guy got the message loud and clear, that I didn't want a goddamned thing from him!  My actions spoke louder than words, but I was even more offended when I noticed WHY this fucker chose to come sit by me and then bug the living shit out of me, blocking my joy of listening to the sparrows chirp and the morning wake by blowing his fucking nose, ten times, making me absolutely sick . . . he was my shadow and signalling to the fucking security car, that was parked, down on the Lutheran Church property, just like they were last time they were spying on me, doing just what I think they are trying to alleged that I am doing . . . trespassing!

I have more right to be on medical center property than you do on the Church propertyDis, I HAVE TO BE ON IT TO GET FROM THE BUS TO LUNCH OR BREAKFAST, so back the fuck off.  Often, the homeless are taken advantage by Shelley's fucking pit crew of cop related dicks, who are double dipping and using their day jobs to hassle me!  When she is the fucking CRIMINAL, I.D. THIEF, LIAR, and has either fucked you to get you on her side, or bribed your dirty corrupt ass . . . hell, Garner is old enough to remember me as an assistant attorney general, he moderated a lecture at the college, right after the killings in Sandyhook, Connecticut, back 2 or so years ago, where I asked some questions, that your cops could not answer, with you getting pissed and defensive.  There is not need, I was just bringing up ideas for the cops to think about, and presenting the other side of the arguments, encouraging you to consider, since mental health people were in the audience and on the panel, that psychotropic drugs, not guns, are the reason these shooting took place, and we should watch the number of pills the docs on YOUR campus push!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Far be it from me to be the ATTORNEY that I am . . . I know you prefer the dumbed down version of me, Shelley, or Rachel, Sue, Kay, Tiff anyone, that you can bet paid under the table from, or control and it sure as hell is not an attorney of my character and nature just doing what attorneys do best, play the Devil's Advocate!  Get fucking real, you are dealing with the fake bitch, lying sack of fucked up ill shit!  Like is attracted to like and I would worry about that if I were YOU!  But, as soon as I saw the security car, which got my face, in his face, and drove off, as I listened to my music and stuck my face out as far as I could challenging him to come of a LEGAL SANCTUARY . . . the Salvation Army is a CHURCH!  Not only do the people up at the Sunnyview Cafe' know me, they worry about me being killed by butt fuckers like yourself, who go after me 24/7!  I am protecting their rights, their liberties, their lives in some instances, so, it is you who are being the terrorists under the Patriot Act SHIT!  That is for terrorists, not AMERICAN CITIZENS!  DEAL WITH IT . . . YOU DON"T GET TO BULLY AND :PUSH AROUND CITIZENS!

Disinfecting My Underwear!  LOL!

Once safely inside the sanctuary of the Salvation Army with people up there who also have known me for the three years I have been coming and going from Kalispell, and who also wonder what happened to me, when I don't show up on their doorstep once in a while to let them know I am alive!  Many of them know the situation, the task I have taken on to keep the government on track, cops, prosecutors, judges, and what not, that are not above the law, and I am one of the few attorneys, in the state, nation, who will actually take this statewide, or nationwide battering system on!  I have the resume and the bully pulpit, to fuck with them, embarrass them for stalking, harassing, tracking me, trying to intimidate me . . . ask your fed who was in  your security car, undercover, just how scared I was of HIM!  If I was the hospital, I would fire your ass! ASAP, before this bad ass con law chick put her cizors into your sorry unconstitutional ass and bring your employer in on it, acting, not as arms of the state, but as arms of the losers, trying to work for the state on my resume . . . THE BITCH IS A FRAUD YOU DUMB FUCKS!  

You are getting me to the point and it takes a shit load to the point of being so pissed off that I an going to file a lawsuit, which will take me about one day to put together . . . I don't need, hardly a fucking note to write this blog in break neck speed, faster than you can read it!  I have all the facts in my head, and pulling it all together would be a pleasure!  And, by the way, I don't need to be licensed in the state of Montana, I have two ways I can sue your fucking asses, first doing the case, pro se, or representing myself, and I can't think of a better attorney to do the job, as #2 in the nation, a few years ago, for civil rights defense . . . wanna find out who the real attorney is?  All the money in that hospital and the state can't stop me . . .check the Brock and Cheek cases, did what about a 5 man law firm can do, only without legal assistants, secretary and researchers!  YOU BETTER TAKE THAT WADE UP YOUR ASSES AND BURY IT!

No Glasses in The Shower . . . Container On Shower Wall?

So, I go into the showers, so grateful for, at the Salvation Army this morning, and decide to wash out my underwear, that need to be refreshed a bit, so, I wonder, is this stuff on the wall, soap, shampoo, like the containers on the walls of the gyms and health clubs I go to?  Probably.  The other day, I had my shampoo and conditioner, and decided that I was not going to wash my hair, better every few days, but I did want to rinse out my underwear, so this hanging contraption with soap of some type might work, or if that fails, the soap bar, so cute, bright yellow with a sunflower on it, from La Quinta Hotel . . . thanks, brightens my morning, just looking at the fun soap bar, if the soap of the wall doesn't work.  There are two blue buttons, which confuse me a bit, but?  So, I push the top smaller one, and some stuff comes out, but it doesn't lather much, so I am wondering if it will do the job.  I decide maybe that button is clogged or something, and I am just squirting a drop or two of liquid that is not enough to make it lather up, and cleanse my shorts.

So, I decide to try the larger button, and it starts acting strange, some buzzing, quiet alarm, starts to make noise, but I dismiss it as coming from something in the kitchen next door?  Then all of the sudden, disinfectant, that really doesn't smell right, or good, no fragrance, even a sticky smell, starts spraying me! What the hell is this?  Oh, maybe this is what you are suppose to push, after you are done with the shower? This must be some kind of disinfectant!  LOL!  I smelled my panties, and it about blew me away, that stuff stinks!  Scream!  No fresh smells today!  Pit crew!  Screammmmmmm!  LOL, LOL, LOL!  I told the kitchen staff and other office staff and they started laughing.  I told them that I would probably have the disinfectant eat my underwear right off me, while I am wearing them today!  LOL!  Ah, the life on the road, but you do learn some things, and I am somewhat of a newbie to this, since the first year or so, I had my truck, before Iron County teamed with Judge Lyle Anderson to steal my very, very cool pimped out, jacked up truck, which was the envy of both males and females, until the Iron County Sheriffs, 4 showed up at my door, at 7 A.M., after coming in at 2:30 A.M., driving between Montana and southern Utah, demanding my keys . . . orders from a judge, who had no jurisdiction whatsoever to take my property, no more than when they took my million dollar home!

There is something really cool about living on the streets, freedom, which is paramount to me, independence, SPACE, self reliance, mobility . . . but clean UNDERWEAR is not one of them . . . at least for today!  LOL!

HAVE A GREAT DAY . . . I INTEND TO, TOO!

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