Sunday, September 27, 2015

THE IDEAL HUSBAND, DUMPED BY A FAT CHICK! LOL! I'M SMARTER THAN YOU, BABY! LOL! WRAPPER! WRAP HER! COPPER FOR GOLD . . . COP HER FOR GOLD . . . COPPER (RED JESUS--COPPER HAIR) FOR GOLD . . . KAY, SHELLEY, RACHEL, COPS FOR THE GOLD! LET'S WRAP THESE BITCHES! WITCHES! EVIL HITCHES! FORMER FRIEND AND SISTERS? REALLY? WHAT PROVOKED? NOTHING BUT JEALOUSY, ENVY . . . JUST DID A TYPO, "HE" . . . WOMEN WHO NEED MEN! SCARY . . . HELL HATH NO WRATH, LIKE A WOMAN'S FURY! BRETT WAS AN ANOMALY FOR KAY AND SHELLEY . . . I HAVE HAD GOOD LOOKING, SMART MEN ALL MY LIFE, SO I WAS AN ANOMALY FOR BRETT . . . YOU DIDN'T BREAK UP WITH ME, I BROKE UP WITH YOU! LOL! HOW DID IT FEEL, DARLING? SPENT THE LAST WHAT 10 YEARS TRYING TO PAY ME BACK, JOINED BY SEVERAL MORE OF YOUR ILK! AND ILL, ENOUGH TO KILL, IS RIGHT!

Enemies, of Friends With the Same Enemy, Become Bosom Buddies!  LOL!  Pun Intended!

So, the alleged, handsome, stud, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, according to a statement Brett's, mother said once, that surprised me, seeing we were living like church mice on my money, and my father living on $3,000 per month, the rest of my money, living on a shit load more now, all of them . . . was dumped, by his alleged, frumpy, dumpy, fat wife!  LOL!  How is that for your ego, sweetheart?  It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings . . . and I am singing up a storm, enough to get your sorry, not so hot ass in prison, where you should have gone, fucking years ago, the tides of fortune turn, against you, fate is turning over a new leaf, and the annals of time, will not smile kindly on, you as they have in the past.  People will know, you true, manipulative, kniving nature, bonded by blood, gore, torn flesh, and evil, to women, who actually, were and are as sick as yourself, psychopaths and sociopaths, form a wicked, pack, acting like a pack of wolves, a wolf pack, fangs drawn, tongues wagging, saliva and drool, dripping from gnarled, and frothy slime, dripping, from black, noses and black gums, with black and pink, gums, exposing the ugly secrets of the band of blood lovers, twisted and beholden to keep each other secrets, presenting the epitome of respectability, covering years of deception, loathing, perverse sex, gross want, and excess, hidden under the auspice of faithful loving partners, covered, protected, fostered, and guarded by official government agencies, with all to gain, in this sick game, and nothing to lose, except, credibility, honor, respect, dignity, loyalty, thus, making this an alleged, sticky and complicated issue, when in reality, it is mere, greed, avarice, sexual gluttony, depravity, and gross, exploitation of good will, honorable natures, and hearts that care for others, working in and under the guise of the noble and the kind!

Note: the NSA, National Security Agency, friends of these three, foes of mine, have turned off the spell check, of course!  LOL!  How revealing of, loyalties, preferences, the side the Mormon controlled NSA, is spying on the entire western United States, using federal tax payers' dollars, to further, Mormon agendas, within the government, with actions, that are treasonous by ever definition of the word!  Oh, well, each time the NSA, watching this but, helpless to cut in and change, after I have started, or for some reason, see that they can scan it after, and just fix the spelling, since, I am almost technically perfect, on writing, with little need for computerized improvements, there is little they can do, but read and watch!  I love it!

Ah, Brett, The Man, Named After the Heart Throb of "Gone With the Wind" as Are the Trios Dreams of World Domination!  LOL!

Sorry, the one fat chick, you loved, but were embarrassed by, in public, because, actions don't lie, mouths do, and our secrets, are kept by me . . . once, your feelings were hurt, ego damaged, heart cut, and emotions bruised, and I walked away from you, before you had a chance to do much to me, that all came after the fact, using the, already, envious, jealous, females, that had long hated me, and envied everything I did, every job promotion I got, every stitch of recognition, and every glorious award, that cut these bitched deeper and deeper to the core, enough to want me dead, but, when I walked through the door, with you, that was beyond, their capability to deal with . . . especially, with me at my all time lowest, still able to knock down the best man, they had ever had!  And, you, thinking, your wife, was merely, a fraction of whom she had been, caught in the throws of Pick's Disease, just waiting to die, would not notice your wondering eye, your winks, departing from my side, with both Shelley and Kay, then torn to the core, when I left your sorry ass, coming time and time, again, with sunglasses to cover the tears, those old Ray Bans, masking your true feelings, that were true, honestly driven, and love given, exchanged for mere pussy, alleged, male privilege, and perogative, your fragile ego, crumbled, to the point of madness, and so you struck out, at me, by using those women, closest, accessible, and that I was sure to notice, your signs, and offerings of evidence you had been with, the women, I knew, to cut me back, as I had cut you . . . being your own damned fault, and had you waited, let me heal, which you were helping me do, and I will be eternally grateful, love you for, but refuse to share you, or put up with your revengeful acts, walked away, letting you have the bed, you were choosing to make and lie in!  Spelling error, intending . . . I loved you dearly, but even then, was not going to put up with your male, fucked up, bull shit!  And you were a pretty good husband, and I am sorry, that I didn't hold up my end of the bargain, but you started looking around, early enough, that I withdrew, my love and started to just exist, until, I was better, then left!

Just like the tune you played over and over on your guitar, each day, in brighter times, loving times, Dust in the Wind . . . symbolic of your name sake, Gone With the Wind, with people getting older, children growing older, we are nothing but, dust in the wind . . . a pretty sad song, for sure!  However, I am much more of an optimist than that, not nihilistic at all, and still, believe, the best is yet to come, maybe for you too, once you are out of prison!  I can't believe the extent to which you would go, to hurt me back, but, Frank did the same, and so did, Jack, and so did Tony, so did Ernie, Kennedy?, Phil? too early to tell.  This pattern should tell both men and women, something, that it is not the tits and ass, it is the content of the character, the love, the chemistry, loving the person's whole soul, what they stand for, who they really are, without all the flash, bang, and bull shit, who they are when you are alone . . . I know you loved me, and I am sorry, I was not in a condition to return that love as you would have liked, just needed more time, you jumped the gun, started leaving me home, doing your thing, and so fuck you . . . the rest is history, and so here we are.  I got better and I beat you, beat Kay, beat Shelley, beat Rachel, and now it is time to pay for your thrills, your kills, the blood on your hands, the war you waged against me, injuring the best kids in the world, so jealous of everything, had you played your cards right, could have been yours, mine, shared, not divided with the world, but sacred and holy, loving and bold.  Sorry . . . I regret you most, because you put the most into our relationship, and I was not able to, at the time, but I loved you enough, to work at us, but you had already cheated, and that was it!  Too bad, so sad . . . alpha female! a different breed, altogether.

The Weak, The Vulnerable, The Insecure, Need Men!

Looking back and both Kay and Shelley, neither of them have good history when it comes to men.  Kay had two boyfriends in high school, both steady ones, David DaBell, and Bart Weed, both of whom dumped Kay, when they got home from their Mormon missions, wanted more the Molly Mormon type, causing Kay to spin out of control, and end up checking herself, into the psych ward, at LDS Hospital, with Dave getting a hold of me, after Kay was found by her mother, naked, sitting in snow, leaving, BYU, undergrad, due to rooming with the cheerleader squad, downing brownies, fighting to make grades, with this ding bat squad, and gaining 50 lbs., which I am sure, plays into, Brett's psychosis of fat, thinking fat people should be killed, and should not have children, which is why, he felt I should die, Kay worthy of being me, or Shelley, or any thin chick, and me not worthy to be MYSELF, are you fucking kidding me, and not worthy to have my children, as fat people are not, somehow good parents?  And how, ironic, Jesse got fat, Alex, has been fat, and Isaac in Junior High was fat . . . Brett's own son, Chris, I think, was chubby, and Kay's son, Danny, was fat!  So, the thin parents are alright taking fat parents kids, and ditching their own flesh?  People gain and lose weight all the time, go up and down, at one point are thin, another are fat.  Cycles of life . . . not like the animal kingdom of Darwin, with animals, either being predatory, or prey!  Fuck that shit!

I am sure the frustrating thing for the men, in this equation, many, older like Mike, Jack, Tony, and Frank, aka, Allan, is the fact that they were still functioning under old school, male philosophies, that were true in their era, of the Humphrey Bogart, sort of way, when women were broads, dames, and needed a man to succeed.  I started from scratch, fought, clawed, climbed, and beat, many males, even the ultra males in the law enforcement fields, bring the whole nation of cops to their knees, taking down asset forfeiture, Medicaid/Medicare fraud units, and other cop, prosecutor and judge, related shit, that was totally, unconstitutional and contrary to sworn oaths and affirmations of me, and you!  After being taken out of the game, for 9 years, I came back swinging, and not in a sexual sense, but using my knowledge of constitutional, criminal, civil, administrative, and more an adept at learning securities, law, after taking out the largest law firm in Salt Lake City, Utah at the time, with 87 lawyers, in a patent law case, going against their experts, with me only 6 months out of school, fear, was not something I had, nor was turning to male mentors, either within the government, or outside the government, climbing to the United States Supreme Court halls, within less that two years on a case, a $357 million case as my first ever, case filed, as a trial attorney coming out of 9 years of brain disease . . . now, does this sound like a faint heart, woman, who needs a MAN?  Fuck NO!  I did, it all on my own, with the help, I would say, of Hank, who spent hours and hours, bringing me up to speed on the facts, while I nailed the law!  The reason the case was not precedent setting and published, is because, my discussion on the 11th amendment, would have embarrassed the judges on the 10th Circuit, who had been reading and ruling wrong, on the plain language of the Constitution, for at least 30 years from what I could see!

Newsflash . . . These Women, Collectively, Even, With All the King's Men and All the King's Horses, Could Not Bring JoAnn, Down Again! And Are Not Close to Being, Singly or Collectively, In the Same League As ME!

It is getting close to the eating and feeding hour, at the Poverello Poverty Center, for the Homeless, go figure, with this background, I am fucking homeless, and this doesn't make any one, stand up and take note? Really?  I know the men, love the women, who need them, they are problem fixers, and I was a problem, not only for the men, but for the women, and probably the women, or the type of woman, men, most like to hate, Hillary, are you with me on this one . . . competent, smart, educated, brave, gutzy, with moxie, calculating, patient, waiting with baited breath, for our time to shine in the sun!  Like I alluded to, a blog, or so ago, my peers, are U.S. Supreme Court Justices, Ginsberg, Sotomayor, Kagan, Lynch, with Hillary, way up ahead, in my opinion, or judging on the range of experience, not being pigeon holed into just the judiciary with long years on the bench, other than Kagan, who also has university teaching on her resume, I have both, law and professorship, experience in government work, trial work, legislative, executive and judicial, having achieved the highest bar membership or practice in the land and law, reaching the heights most attorneys only dream of reaching . . . but, I will say, the CIA, Make a Wish Foundation, did their darnedest, to help the girls club members steal my accolades and honors, cases, briefs, blogs, and legislation, with the help of that every so faithful, fucking NSA, seeing that almost all federal filings are e-filed, making me total prey, for fraud, identity theft, and theft of the settlements, even seeing FBI run to stop the federal court IT people, after I was forced to drive to do what should have taken me 1 second to file, with my account, being redirected to Shelley's computer, then eventually given straight to her, forcing me to get a new account, I was never allowed to USE!

With all this help, I still beat them, you, yours, theirs, and everyone's helping the government, cop, feds, pets, LOL!  And you can't see me, and simply, totally, and awesomely amazing?  Are you fucking kidding me?  If I lost my weight, which is refuse to do, until I beat all of you, because, it is much more satisfying, and you underestimate me, thinking, my brain is in my ass, or boobs, and the earlier, big as it is, must make me a dumb ass!  LOL!  Just like Brett, who figured, I was a bit fat, therefore, didn't notice his flirting, nor sneaking up Kay's back stairs, playing her back door man, wearing her out, so she had a hard time going to work, and then working as her, fix it man, just somehow, passed this dumb ass by?  Seriously, I could read you two like a book and have ever since!  LOL!  I just didn't think you, nor her, nor Shelley were worth my time!  LOL!  You were the dumb asses, the numb chucks, the dim wits, that seriously thought, you could bull this shit off!  I can beat you and all your helpers, on CRUISE Control!  LOL!  You just are not smart enough to see that I have BEAT YOU!  That is who fucking stupid you all are . . .

I Was Going to Spend This Sunday Afternoon, Watching True Crime Shows, But I Decided to Write About It INSTEAD!

KISS MY FAT ASS!

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