HINT, HINT, HINT, TO LAW ENFORCEMENT
If, cops are still confused as to whom I am, just go request the surveillance tapes, at Wells Fargo Bank, the street, west of Ryman, right there close, and check out the tape, between, 4:15 and 4:30 A.M., I am in pulling money out of my account, and my government benefits, that tie me directly, back to being diagnosed with Pick's Disease, and a straight line of connection, for the last almost 16 years, taking you back to when I was general counsel of the Utah Medical Association, a professor at the University of Utah, my anger management company, and writing programs for Quicknowledge, and to my four children! I am wearing all black, with the exception of an orange, the new black, ball cap, and after getting the money, I turn, look up and throw a kiss to the surveillance cameras . . . use them for once, in MY favor, rather than against me! You can also, check out the surveillance cameras at the Poverello Center, leaving at 4:00 A.M. sharp, seeing that, the women you think, well one of the women, you think is me, and who has presented herself as me, was not there with me, and a sheriff and cop vehicles, both passed me, as I walked away from the Pov. up Broadway. Come on, how fucking much easier can this be, and I have been hunted, tracked, surveilled, harassed, intimidated, for fucking 4 years, at least, since being sworn into the United States Supreme Court Bar, January 23, 2012, any connections to Mitt Romney? Do ya think?
I withdrew $300, for fear that the bitches, who have been given access to my account in the past, would take my money, as they have, millions, if not billions, but I guess that amount is too little to go after, unless, you are getting grants, foundations, scholarships, or better still, war ships, to take over the fucking world! Hitler, Mussolini, and Stalin are Brett's heroes, and Shelley, Kay, and Rachel, are under the influence, and in a dependent relationship! AMAZING!
Yeah, That's ME! Smile . . . Your on Candid Camera! LOL! Well, I Am!
So, easy, so straight forward, and you fools, still believe the cops/bitch squad of liars! Do, your homework, get the evidence, it is that fucking EASY! And I have NEVER, EVER, seen, Kay, Shelley, Rachel, or the rest of the bitch squad, at any of the shelters, and sure as hell, not the Poverello, unless is was for a fund raiser, using my money! Oh, and I have a very distinguishable ass . . . this bad ass con law chick, writing this bad ass blog! You can also verify with cooks, the waitress I am friends with--the best type of new pay rollee to bribe, if they have not been paid off, which is a big if, but I had breakfast at the Oxford, orange juice, two eggs, four pieces of bacon, hash browns, and sour dough . . . that is symbolic, those with the dough are sour, as hell, can you believe it, but MURDER became OKAY! I believe I paid, with cash, right about 5:30 A.M., and my bill came to $7.75 out of a $20.00, with a $2.25 tip! I got $10 in change, from the cook with the long brown hair, pulled back in a blue baseball cap, hair in a pony tail, on the 11:00 P.M., shift to 6:00 A.M., when my female waitress friend, came in . . . she is generally on the night shift, and to VERIFY, the guy she was living with, spent all their rent on meth, so she is in a motel, spending about $265 a week for weekly rental! VERIFY, short, salt and pepper hair, V-neck, striped shirt, Levis, earring and necklace, gold . . . you can't get easier than that! Your lucky you don't have a murder on your hands!
VERIFY, for God sake, I am sick of writing this, getting my shit stolen, my kids threatened, and those fucking bitches, ruining my GOOD NAME . . . hint, that is why they want it, their names are shit, and my was good, so they stole the easy virtue! Put us in a line up in front of a crowd, and read, their real names, gasps will come from the crowd, they are no name, babes, pretending to be ME, then read my name, and they will be equally shocked, thinking I am that hag, Shelley, like you dumb asses do--she worked hard for my money, so you better treat her right! . . . and I don't give a rat's ass, if you like her better, I like inmates at any prison, better than cops, right now, after four fucking years of your stupid ass bull shit, and cover-ups! Too bad, I have to rely on your sorry asses to help me! I guess I could go ballistic and blow they all away, but they are not worth going to prison, myself for . . . so, do your fucking job, you don't need kick backs! Just good old fashioned police work . . . nothing more beautiful . . . how come all the cops on the true crime shows, seem to get it right, do it right, and try? What's up, these are real cops, what the fuck are you guys? Sorry, just venting!
Now, I am at, McDonald's, right off Brooks! I took #7 bus! at 6:45 A.M. And, just like the bad old days, there were at least 5 screens open to the "get connected" home page . . . I refused or went to the bottom of the screen, and then, it changed to ONE, "get connected" and had a burger, with the huge ass word, OOPS!
Sick, Symbiotic or Dependent Relationships!
You could say, a woman who hooks up with a serial killer, becomes one herself, trying to please her man, knowing she can't do without him! This morning at the Oxford, I was watching my addiction, true crime stories, and this was on Deadly Women, I think it was called, Lethal Obsession. In this particular episode, this housewife, with a baby, living a normal life, comes back in contact with her serial killer boyfriend, and she has been conditioned either through her family, or society, or she just believes that a woman is merely on earth to satisfy her man, no matter what is required to satisfy him, in order to keep him! Blah, screeeaaammm! Anyway, there are women out there, and their male counterparts, who see it just that way! In fact, I believe, the woman in the story, or true crime incident, was named, Kathrine, maybe it is unique to the name, there are characteristics that are connected with names, and they are much more powerful than people realize, 17 serial killers, have the first, middle, or last name of Wayne, so avoid that one! But, there is a woman, at the Poverello, right now, that I would say, is relationship dependent! She looks, like Shelley and I am sure, that she is paid to lie, and say that I am her, Shelley that is, and Shelley is me, as are others there, who start as friends and turn into viper, enemies!
But, the first words out of Katherine's mouth, the first night, were, I am here to find a husband! We all laughed as said, you are coming to a homeless shelter to find a husband to take care of you? Seriously, or maybe she is FBI, and she knows there are plenty of other agents, who she might scam into marrying her sorry ass! Then, she modified this statement, and said, well, I just want someone to ADOPT ME! What the fuck! It is almost sickening to see her . . . perhaps, she got her new boob job, she is SO proud of, knowing these fucks, FBI, are just into one thing, and that is huge ass tits, real or fake, blah! Remember, Utah is the number one, top plastic surgery capitol of the world! GOD! I am glad I am gone! But, Katherine, spends, all her time at the Pov. working the men, walking with her boobs, sticking out, as far in front as her ass is sticking out in back! LOL! She always wears a dress, more feminine, I guess, supposedly eye candy! LOL! And she is always, hanging out with a DOM, or an alleged, dominate male, who thinks, at age 26, he is smart enough that he can make every decision right, so that he is worthy of being followed. Him and some other nut cake guys, sit around reading scriptures, as if that, is going to get them by, and this fruit cake told me the first time I saw him, that some chick was going to show up, on Sunday, his future bride . . . MO's!
The DOM is waiting for the woman to complete his sorry ass, and Katherine is waiting for another DOM, older, I guess to complete her sorry ass! Good God! Or they are just lame ass FBI agents, there to watch my every move and lie, about who is who, but they are pathetic. Hell, Katherine is a nurse, and appears very smart, used to read, medical books, or that was a prop, to make me think she was a nurse, but if she is, what the hell is she waiting for . . . she can get a big signing bonus in some state, she has at least 5 good years, she can work, or more, but she needs a man. A few months ago, before, I took off, for parts unknown, she was on a cowboy dating sight, and she, had 8 guys on the hook, and she was telling them, basically, that she would be their door mat, do anything, cook, clean, sex, and she is very traditional, and wants to be DOMINATED! A receipe for disaster, in this world, of domestic violence . . . but, a lot of times, it is the aggressive, self-assured, confident women, that the guys, try to control the mousy, ones, they don't need to get under their thumbs, they will put themselves there! YUCK! Sometimes I hate, men and women, for their stupid games . . . NSA joined, OOPS again, after I refused to click on the page with 5 screens open! Saving stupid agents, part of this new, submissive, smart, chick, male dominate? LOL . . . we need to put those damned ass aggressive women back in their place, before HILLARY gets elected PRESIDENT! Then what will we do? LOL!
Back to the, Now Couple, Serial Killers!
So, the Katherine in the murder escapade, has now, gotten into her boyfriends, sick, fantasies of having other women, join, in their sick sex life, of sadism, bondage, masochism, and depravity. They start luring young girls, into the fun and games, need a bigger high, more and more, insatiable appetites, left unchecked! So, they bring the victims in and tie them up, boyfriend, rapes the shit out of them, while Katherine watches, with both of them getting off on this, and actually making out, after he kills them, doing over the dead body. Then he and she, find, this very beautiful, classy women, everything that Katherine is not, and she watches as he keeps this new victim alive, for about 3 days, then Katherine gets jealous, and as she watches, she is not longer turned on, and she grabs a knife, and tells him, seeing he is enjoying this too much, that it is her or the victim, holding a knife to her throat. He agrees to kill her, or with one of the four victims, Katherine, actually does the killing, because, he says, it would turn him on to watch Katherine kill the girl, and she chokes her, and again the two make-out, and get off on the dead body.
Finally, with one of the victims, the couple, go to the place they indent to bury the body, where the other bodies are, and they start to bury the girl, and throw dirt, over her face, and when the dirt hits the girl's face, she starts to move, and she is not dead, so he stabs her a ton of times, and they think she is now dead, but eventually, again, as he is totally covering her mouth with dirt, she sits up, not dead, with the instincts to survived being some of the strongest, in humans, and he finally, gets an ax, and blasts her in the head, even shocking, Katherine! Finally, a girl is tied up and escapes and tell the cops, who take the couple to the grave, and as they uncover, the newly buried, beautiful victim, Katherine, actually spits, on the dead woman!
I Believe, Both Kay and Shelley, Knew, Even Had Relations with Brett, Prior to Me Meeting Him
There are many things that indicate to me, that both, Shelley and Kay, especially, knew Brett, and the way they acted with each other from the first time, with Kay saying she was jealous of Brett, petting my hair, or putting sun screen on my face, that she was jealous and pouting, which to me was disgusting. And, Kay totally, ignored, her alleged, fiance' saying that he didn't treat her right, and that he ignored her, as Brett was paying attention to me. Kay asked me, who well I knew, Brett when I married him? A strange question to me. Brett had worked up at the University of Utah, where Kay, had a personal injury case, and they seemed to really get into the case, at dinner, allegedly the first time he, allegedly met Kay, my friend who traced me down, to get together, after not seeing me for at least 10 years! But, Brett, was allegedly fired, for sexual harassment of some of the women at the U of U Medical Center, where Kay's patients had been, when the alleged injuries happened, in her case. I am sure, he would have hit on her, and she may not have taken him at that time, but I am sure they would have flirted, or more, knowing, both of them and their histories, as cheaters, but, if they had come in contact, one of them would have initiated the contact, because, professional ethics are not on their radar, but sex, is!
Brett told me of some of this other relationships, like the one, where he was dating or living with a pharmacist, or pharmacy student, and when they got in a fight, he took all her possessions and threw them out of the 2nd story window of their apartment! Maybe an incident report. And, both of his girlfriends, who were in the theater department of Utah State University, accused him of raping them, if he would wake them up, during the night for sex. And, I know that the chick before me, was on a vacation up at Yellowstone, and he came in her backyard, and laid down all these, rocks, or made some pathway of rocks for her, and she was furious, when she got home, because, she did not give him permission, and didn't want him over at her house . . . obsession, dependency, relationship, that gave him credibility, dependent in nature? I am sure, that had I met, Brett, while I was practicing law, I probably would not have given him the time of day . . . in fact, he said, something like that to me, one time, that he was the parking lot crowd and I the popular girl, and I would never have been with him, in high school, nor after, I am sure, but death, or a death sentence makes you look at things in a different light, I was not the hot, kick ass attorney, but, I still had those credentials and kick ass kids . . . just switch out the women, keep everything, but the body, and substitute the one he could control, or the two he could control, with a personality, like Charles Manson!
Helter Skelter . . . Brett Sang that Song, One Night By the Fire!
One night, me and Brett, were sleeping out under the stars, just in the field, which, was rare, we made love, which was not rare, and with the fire, growing dim, he started to sing, the Helter Skelter song, that was connected with Charles Manson, the term he used to kill rich people, with the intent of having his soldiers of misfits, start a race war, by killing Bianca's, Sharon Tate and other famous people, then writing the word, PIG in blood, or carving WAR in the chest of one of the Bianca victims. Like I said, Brett, studied, men who literally tried to take over the world, and I am sure, with money, he gained immediate, social standing, as would Kay and Shelley, who probably knew each other, through, their common, contact, Tim Brown, who was one of Shelley's good, friends in high school, and Kay's first husband, and I am sure, that at some point, they would have run into each other, and Tim would have been a common bond, as Brett became, and as I watch these, true crime, episodes, I can just sit back and see, there is Shelley, there is Kay, there is Brett . . . in fact, in the Deadly Women, episode on the women, who were under the influence of the charismatic Charles Manson, who looked, just like Brett, and he woed many a woman, I would imagine, as he did me, taking me out to the 23 acres in Mt. Sterling, and started by putting on his shorts, great body, good legs, and asking me to put lotion all over his legs, while he played the guitar for me.
Brett's family farm, was the perfect place for killing, and hiding bodies, of tons of women, he had all the equipment . . . about 5 or 6 old sheds, a rotary saw, dirt floors, in either all or part of the barns or sheds, in the house, converted from a horse barn, I always thought it was strange, that he had the place divided into thirds, two thirds, in cement, but with a very strange, curb, or raised portion, creating almost a swimming pool effect, that someone could easily be killed, butchered and the blood cleaned up, and the place, HOSED DOWN! On the other third, there was just dirt . . . now when I was with Brett, he made a rock floor, with dirt in between the rocks, and had stories of the rocks, with me and him, represented by the rocks, and yes, they were very loving stories, he would position, me and him, like we were kissing, through the rock, representatives. But, there was not running water, we got our water from the hose and pump outside. He also had an old, white, GMC, with a shell on the back, parked out in the field, and that could have been operable, and been used to haul bodies? Brett told me that, he . . . sorry, I was talking to someone, and forgot what I was writing. But, I know, that during the time I was with Brett, there were many girls, missing and like in the episode on the Killing Fields in Texas, the cops just figured that they were runaways!
I think, that there were several times that Brett could have been preparing to kill me when I was married to him, but he never went through with it. I think the one time, I referred to the other day, when he seemed to be dressing me out. We made love all the time, but things were getting dicey with us, and I was getting better, so Brett started to get more and more possessive, which made me resist him, more the thing that starts to escalate, domestic violence, but I was leaving, all the time, for almost all day, but we were still pretty sexually active. But, Brett would move the furniture which was a minimum, a lot, with the bed, up against this wall or that wall, and we were generally, always over on the side with the rocks and the wood burning stove, But, he had moved the bed, over into the far side, where there was this cement, lip, or divider, that was about 4 or 5 inches, high, the light, that was normally, white, was blue, casting an eerie, ghostly glow on everything . . . but, he took off all my clothes, and had a bucket of warm or hot water, and washed every inch of me, front and back, which struck me as strange, different, and bizarre, but, I just complied, maybe why he didn't do anything, and just watched curious, and I wondered if he was doing this to kill me? What shocked me, was that he shaved, my pussy, which was never an issue, nor did he ever mention, that he liked that, nor did I, having not had sex with anyone, since my husband, Jerry in 2000, and having been through the feminist 70's, when women, were bucking the practice of having their pubic hair shaved, for the doctors, during delivery! LOL! I never knew anyone did this, at that time, so I found it particularly weird, but, I am sure, times had and have changed, which still seems bizarre to me, but, that kind of took me back.
We ended up, just making love and going to sleep, so? Brett, studied what women wanted. I was interested in the FBI profiler, Candice Delong, on the Deadly Women, episode of Charles Manson, who could have been Brett himself, with the fire, the guitar, and the philosophies, but, she said something that struck me, she said, Manson had learned to manipulate people in prison, and I wondered if Brett had been to prison, for several comments his brother-in-law, had made to previous girlfriends, and now he is dead?, but he also had starts of trees, from some prison program? But, Delong said, that Manson, learned or said, that he had learned to get control over women, he would tell them exactly what they wanted, if they wanted to her they were pretty, he would tell them, they were pretty, if they wanted to hear, theJuy are smart, he would tell them, they were smart, etc. Brett was good looking enough, that I would venture a guess, with his skills, and Elliot's music money at the time, he could charm his way, into 95% of the women's lives, easy!
Frank, aka, Allan Rex Bess, also, could be a charmer, both of these guys were very witty and funny, which was more important to me, than their looks, or charm . . . Brett and I used to laugh, and laugh, until we both would be crying, and buckled up, just joking and playing on each other's humor. Frank, was more of an ass, but he was hilarious, and people thought we were Mutt and Jeff, comedy team, and people all over, especially, Panguitch Lake, would laugh their asses off when we were together! We had a great time, separate and aside from all the other shit that happened. I remember, Frank, saying, It should be a crime to have so much fun! And the car, in front of my truck, had a license plate that said, Funny Lady! LOL! Both of them were a mixed bag, as every one is, but, I could see, both of them being, serial killers, and I am sure, well, I know, that Allan was killed by Frank, and so was the kid, killed at the Church in the Parowan City Park, and I gave Police Chief, Kent Carpenter, at least 100 or so pages of differences between Frank and Allan, and about the killing and what I saw, but I believe the sheriffs department, changed the evidence and staged the murder to cover, Frank, because they sheriff's department had gotten rid of Preston, to take control of Parowan, with the rich California and Nevada homes, and the ski resort, that would have brought in a lot of money, and Preston's brother, an Enoch cop, out of his jurisdiction, entirely, was with the three deputy sheriffs, who changed the evidence, to make it look, like I didn't see the murdered girl, and changed it to a friend of Frank's, or a woman, who had just been arrested for tons of drug charges, in exchange for her saying her nephew was killed, rather than the female, who was killed! Yeah, serious shit! I tried!
Justin Trudeau and Mitt Romney . . . Both Destined?
As I read the article in the Missoulian, yesterday, on the election of the younger, Trudeau, his history, being groomed, or the heir apparent, because of his father's connections, and his exposure as a young child to his famous father and the world of politics, I would compare, Justin to Mitt Romney, although his father, Governor of Michigan, and also, a auto tycoon, groomed Mitt, to also, run for elected office. And he was with George, at his election affairs, and seemed to be a shoe in, with his good looks. Looking at Justin, he looks like a young Mitt Romney, President Obama, came from more humble roots, and was not groomed, at least by his father, whom he never met, until he was 10 years old! One, was more of a commoner, as in the charismatic leaders, that David A. Bell, symbolic, sister's man, with twin sister, professors, always wonder, what is going on, Kennedy, has two daughters who are at Princeton, daddy's almater?, but, Canadians compare, Trudeau, to President Obama, in the way he lights up a room, or makes it bigger then life, although he just comes to the office as an elementary school teacher, and Obama, was law review, the top of the top, law school nerds, the brightest and the best, not quite the same . . .
Pretty Faces, Don't Good Politicians Make, Nor Do Sons or Daughters . . . Probably Helps . . . But, Coming From Canada, the Place Used to Launder My Son's Music, In Underground Revolver, 6 Park Ave., Glascow, BC, I Hope This Guy, is Not One of the Chosen, By the Super Mob . . . Wife Fits the Mold!
Hopefully, He is a Good One, Canada!
P.S., Verify, look at my representative payee, for my Social Security Disability, either, starting in 2004, around September, or October, you will find, Brett Stuart as my husband, and in charge of my money, until, I left him, about a year and a half later, somewhere in the spring, I think, when Shelley, got him off of it, and he started a relationship with her to hurt me, leaving his shit all over the place. PROOF, PROOF, again of who, is ME! I AM! Fuck, JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., Kay and Kelly Ann Booth are the only other attorneys, NONE OF MY SISTERS ARE ATTORNEYS, BUT THEY ARE USING MY NAME AND MY LICENSE! Utah, U.S. Federal, 10th Circuit, and U.S. Supreme Court Licenses to practice!
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