My 700th Blog! Now That is Staying Power! Thanks for Reading It! KISS! HUG!
The other day, after I had written a rather scathing blog, mentioning by description, of several undercover cops, from Utah, most likely, hanging out at the Pov to participate in a sting op, one of several set ups or watch my comings and goings, reporting to their masters, they are under lock and key loyalty to, due to taking bribes and being on the payroll of the self-proclaimed prophets, for a new America, under British rule, I would say that is taking us back a few centuries, not progressive thought for sure! But, that night, when I got back, and sat down, on a table, near where I can get Internet, through the windows, sucking off another neighbor, sorry not the good neighborhood policy, but beggars don't get Internet! LOL! No, they just don't want everyone, hanging around all day, writing blogs! LOL!
But, people are creatures of habit, as I am, so these cops, placed, or I believe, they placed this book written by Sarah Palin, who looks so much, like a brown haired version of my sister, Rachel, with glasses, that it is as scary a thought, as her trying to be me, as an attorney! scream, and evidenced by the fact, that my mother threw me out of her house, three times, back in the 2008 election cycle, for, merely commenting on positions she had all her life, especially as a health teacher, that of being an advocate for sex education, in the schools, because, many parents are uncomfortable, and don't know what the fuck--my word--they are doing, themselves, making kids and parents uncomfortable, telling every one of her 6 daughters, at maturation, starting their periods, that she would slip birth control pills in our morning orange juice each morning and we would not have to worry about it, nor worry about an unwanted pregnancy . . . I figured abstaining from sex, was better than telling my mother I was having it! lol, but this same, very liberal smart mother, when it came to Sarah Palin, and her voting record on such subjects, also trashing state funding for HOPE, a community organization that helped girls and women keep their babies, rather than aborting them, and what was the result of her nonsensical voting, her own, 17 year old daughter, Bristol got pregnant!
But, people are creatures of habit, as I am, so these cops, placed, or I believe, they placed this book written by Sarah Palin, who looks so much, like a brown haired version of my sister, Rachel, with glasses, that it is as scary a thought, as her trying to be me, as an attorney! scream, and evidenced by the fact, that my mother threw me out of her house, three times, back in the 2008 election cycle, for, merely commenting on positions she had all her life, especially as a health teacher, that of being an advocate for sex education, in the schools, because, many parents are uncomfortable, and don't know what the fuck--my word--they are doing, themselves, making kids and parents uncomfortable, telling every one of her 6 daughters, at maturation, starting their periods, that she would slip birth control pills in our morning orange juice each morning and we would not have to worry about it, nor worry about an unwanted pregnancy . . . I figured abstaining from sex, was better than telling my mother I was having it! lol, but this same, very liberal smart mother, when it came to Sarah Palin, and her voting record on such subjects, also trashing state funding for HOPE, a community organization that helped girls and women keep their babies, rather than aborting them, and what was the result of her nonsensical voting, her own, 17 year old daughter, Bristol got pregnant!
I thought my mother would, be totally in support of such comments, and was I ever wrong . . . this historically, non-political mother, threw me out of the house, if I made one rational, normal, and intelligent comment or observation, with Rachel, almost non-existent, during that year, leaving me wondering, especially, knowing what I know now, if Rachel, was Sarah Palin, incognito, and the Palin family, was a CIA created, fake, much like the match making, switch-o-change-o families, of none related, or mixed relations, dog piled I have seen, to steal my sons music, so the true heritage was undetectable, and Rachel/Sarah, same shrill voices, same mantra, and Rachel giving up on politics, after allegedly, one rally in Las Vegas, campaigning for Sarah, or attending a rally.
This is conspiracy central, but I think, my sister, whom is being promoted, now as me, the constitutional law attorney, natural, next try, is, truly, Sarah Palin! No shit, and the dip shits, undercover, Utah cops, in retaliation of a similar blog, such as this, that I slammed the huge ass, fake boobs, of Rachel, left a copy of, allegedly, Sarah Palin's blather, called, America by Heart . . . like Rachel or Sarah took America by the heart, and you, are just a fluke, a freak of nature, a passing trend . . . no, that would be Sarah Palin, Rachel, me and Hillary, the work horses, have fucking staying power! We are the REAL thing! Not a fucking shit show! cock ticklers, and fake bitches! We are tried, true, tested, for staying power and the legal, political pedigrees to prove it! AND guess what, neither of us, had to lie, steal, borrow, fake, pretend, use someone else's, name, resume, employment record, history, education, nor have MEN, write our political speeches for us . . . I too, used to speak to about 1,000 people a week as an assistant attorney general, the REAL one!
This is conspiracy central, but I think, my sister, whom is being promoted, now as me, the constitutional law attorney, natural, next try, is, truly, Sarah Palin! No shit, and the dip shits, undercover, Utah cops, in retaliation of a similar blog, such as this, that I slammed the huge ass, fake boobs, of Rachel, left a copy of, allegedly, Sarah Palin's blather, called, America by Heart . . . like Rachel or Sarah took America by the heart, and you, are just a fluke, a freak of nature, a passing trend . . . no, that would be Sarah Palin, Rachel, me and Hillary, the work horses, have fucking staying power! We are the REAL thing! Not a fucking shit show! cock ticklers, and fake bitches! We are tried, true, tested, for staying power and the legal, political pedigrees to prove it! AND guess what, neither of us, had to lie, steal, borrow, fake, pretend, use someone else's, name, resume, employment record, history, education, nor have MEN, write our political speeches for us . . . I too, used to speak to about 1,000 people a week as an assistant attorney general, the REAL one!
Political Faces, Fads, Fakes, Frauds!
I think have seen, alleged political rising stars, rise and fall, before the election cycle and primaries, even started . . . first, Scott Walker, Wisconsin's wonder boy, who took down the teacher's union, with the top bank from PAC moneys, quit, before he even started. Then, we saw, Rick Perry, tank, from Texas, pretty face, nice hair, dumb as hell, going to cut three federal programs or agencies, and he could only think of ONE! Then, old blow hard, Trump, with about as much substance as Sarah or Rachel, and the same people behind him . . . give'em Hollywood! Yeah, Brett's bitches and bastard, Mo fucks, had everything for county fairs, to fund raisers for the Salvation Army, in Kalispell, MT., with a Hollywood theme? Are you fucking serious, one event is to celebrate and encourage participation in an agrarian or farm/ranch lifestyle a connection to our roots, ancestors, heritage, settlers and pioneers! What in the hell does Hollywood have to do with this? where does it fit in? by what stretch of the imagination, can it be tied to?
Salvation Army is a Church, with an army of volunteers, that care for the needy, collect donations, dressed in a Santa hat, ringing bells at Walmart, to help, provide food, showers, clothing, sleeping bags, tents, etc., for the homeless, and help direct people to other helping agencies . . . HOLLYWOOD? maybe to donate, but, as a theme? Nah , , , Sarah, Rachel, Donald? NA . . . homegrown, cyber terrorists in Utah, just tried to erase this paragraph, because, they know it is true, and at least, Utah boys, cops, Rachel took by heart . . . we have POV love, but their's is pure, CUPPIE LOVE! LOL! Shallow, vain, not love, no staying power! not even real . . . anyway, I didn't bother to dignify, these assholes, stupid attempt to put someone's book in my face, who is probably my little sister . . . blah, and I just didn't comment.
Are You Talking About Sarah Palin? Yeah, I'm Talking About Your Sacred Pig! And I Let Him Have It! Sorry, I Could Not Help Myself!
So, this guy, totally, Sarah Palin's type, red-neck, uneducated, back woods, stooge, joined in my conversation, with Annie, the pistol-mouthed, 5' tall, funnier, than hell, Ohio farm girl, who the day, I refused to take the fighting bait, actually, had to defend women, from these same, fat slugs, loud mouth, obnoxious, totally, so sexist, she said they were nasty, thinking they are seriously, sitting at the Poverello, all day, allegedly without jobs, and they are going to turn in their non-existing wives who dumped their asses, years ago, for this same shit, two 20's for the 40, Bible thumping, reading out loud, so any woman can hear, only the biblical verses, that tell women to be silent, never to speak in church, don't cut your hair, and obey your lame ass husbands, no matter, what fucked up trail they take you on, believing, that God will provide! LOL!
I was sitting right around the corner from the two tables full, who woman bashed, with Annie, standing her ground, with all of them . . . believe, me, they are all Sarah Palin plants! LOL! So, Annie, gave them the what for, the old, verbal, hit them with the left punch, then a right hook to the chin, and laid them all flat! LOL! I was laughing so bad, I was crying, but I was, loudly, unleashing verbal assault and hell on these dip shits, from just around the corner . . . Annie took care of about 3 of them, and I finished off the rest! All the sudden, the first two tables in the dining room, filled with male blobs, that never left, cleared a space for the rest of us . . . Annie basking in all her female glory, brought the attention of the college press, or some other reporters, who wondered what was going on at the Pov, and wanted to do a story on the homeless--and what a story we can tell! cameras flashing and all! we just looked at each other and smiled. Pov girlz club, wins, boyz club, runs for cover or the hills, back under the rocks they came out from under! LOL!
Annie laid back in her chair, arms extended, looking over the empty table, free and clear, of these vile male vermin, Sarah Palin fans, and said, now, this is MY table . . . well, fought, well earned! LOL! Now, that is staying power! LOL! One tough little cookie, pint sized, power packed, cool as hell! LOL! Fun at the Pov, but staff did wonder what we were up to, and at least while Annie was holding down the Pov. fort on her own, why she didn't come to staff, to stop the verbal gang rape, she rolled her eyes, as if to say, I can handle this death cab for cutie crew, MYSELF! Never doubt this mini-mouse with a lion's roar, she has kicked around this part of the country, for 20 years, married to the mafia, taking down bikers, and standing her ground! Her one request in life, is to have Bon Jovi, come visit . . . Journey, came once to make a donation, and he stopped by her, she knew who he was, long black trench coat, not incognito to this 70's chick, and she just said, I know who you are--he just smiled, dropped of $25K . . . she said there was another old rock star, here the other day, visiting his daughter.
Apparently, the Pov is world famous, good food, rich and famous drop offs and drive by's, from Jeff Armet of Pearl Jam--helped design and fund two skate parks in Montana, to Paul McCartney to the Rolling Stones! A ton of history . . . the Pov has staying power, started by 4 Catholic nuns, taking it over from the brothel the rail road bought it for, turning the old Pov house of ill repute, into a caring place, famed country wide for its, visitors and amazingly health food! Forty years of service, a model for the nation, NOW THAT IS STAYING POWER! Annie is a relic of history, staying power . . .
Mila from Tumen Russia
This is my Russian/American friend, who is sitting behind me at the Break Espresso Cafe', and just took a picture of me, so, in return, she sent me a picture of her to my email. This woman, has a voice of an angel, she sings in some church around Missoula--she just told me, Church of the Nazarene, and, I think she told me, in broken English, or broken, ears of mine, too much rock music, since the 60's, that she is also a concert pianist, and her recordings used to be played on the radio in Denver. She is going home, to get me a scarf, a purple one, she wants to give me as a gift. Very sweet. Mila, is also, studying for the EMT exam, she is nervous to take . . . I told her, just like the bar exam, it is all psychological, and she needs to get it in her mind that she CAN pass it, the first time! I had friends who took the California bar exam 14 times, never passed, other friends that it took a time or two, and I decided that I would pass it the first time and I DID! What do they call you, even if you only pass the exam by one point? A lawyer or an EMT! an Emergency Medical Technician.
This is the purple scarf, Mila, just brought me! And it is starting to snow outside!
He Took Their Identities . . . Guilty Kisses . . . Fall From Grace
In true, Charles Manson, fashion, a charismatic leader, can either, use their gifts, skills, persuasive powers, and magnetic personalities, for good or evil. In this ever, revealing, 48 Hours, true crime, episode, that centers around, a group of university students, who are drawn to, Tyler Deeton, and later the group of friends, for what was referred to as The Community, sounds like The Family, with members of the family, lost souls, who were under the spell of Manson, and killed pregnant, Sharon Tate, and other famous people, at the residence of Roman Polanski, a Hollywood, film producer, out of the country at the time, and the Bianca's, a few days, later, in an effort, to make it look, like black thugs and robbers did the killings, getting the white community aroused, with the intent of causing race riots and wars. Tyler and crew, were more, Christian oriented, and started, as a group of similarly thinking college students, who were devoting their lives to Christ, seeing themselves and missionaries and emissaries for Christ, if not his modern day disciples.
Somehow, the good intentions of the group, got twisted, as it does, any time, people put their faith in the hands or arms of flesh, that the scriptures, warn against, admonishing people to put their trust in God, rather than man! Soon after the group was formed, a circle of close friends, and extended friends, not large in number, but a good group, under the direction of a man, Tyler, soon it became a tangled web of deception, deceit, secrets, sex and death! So what started out, with good intentions, but you know what they say about good intentions . . . good intentions pave the pathway to hell! And so it seemed, that this young, passionate and excited student, who headed up, intense, prayer sessions, to protect community members and ward off evil spirits of others, turned into, a sham marriage of a self-known homosexual, the charismatic leader of the group, having relationships with two other male members, prior to becoming attracted to one of the female members of the community, Bethany, who soon became head over heels in love with Tyler.
Tyler Said, Being Christian, He Came From a Church and Background, that Being Gay, Just Wasn't . . . It Was, Well, Not Accepted, Nor Talked About, So, He Felt That Marriage To Bethany Was Right
Hello, Mormon methods in the 90's, giving shock therapy to men, who got an erection, when watching male on male porn. Then, lining these men, up with local, Mormon girls, when they thought that, psychology and shock therapy had cured their homosexuality. This took place in the Bay area. Well, Tyler, came from a similar, Southern Christian background, and was under the impression, that getting married, would cure his gayness . . . it only appeared that way, after a lovely wedding, with The Community, really being the focus of the young couple, leaving parents and friends, as outsiders, mere observers to their own daughter's wedding, and later, wondering how they failed to connect the dots, see the obvious, wanting to share the happiest day of their daughter's life with her and her new husband, and being blocked, from the whole affair, just standing on the sidelines, like they were not even part of the celebration, or should be celebration, leaving the parents, later, wondering why they could not see the obvious, failed to connect the dots, realizing that their normally, bubbly pretty daughter, with the bright blue eyes, seemed to have lost her glow, and shine, seemingly fading into the background, next to the charismatic, leader of this new, clan, that seemed to have replaced her family . . . the beautiful, young bride, almost half the size of her new husband was whisked away, by the friends and off to their new life together.
The Defacto Leader of The Community . . . Sexless Honeymoon!
While Tyler and Bethany, embarked on a wonderfully planned honeymoon, in an exotic place, sex was not on the agenda, showing pictures of the couple, sitting an arms length apart, on the curve of a palm tree. Now to me, right off the bat, you can see, first the isolation, that always occurs, when there is an abusive, domineering personality, who, starts, through, almost psychological games, draws a person in, love bombs, them, until they get them, then, after the predator, catches his prey, he loses interest, and starts the power and control games, to keep the person, wife, in this instance, just making a public display of the marriage, with her, gushing with love, into a mockery, that few could deal with, let alone a fragile personality, seeing the humiliation, which is, in fact, intentional. As the couple returns, the Community, decided to pick up roots, and move to be near to a larger, group or church, that seemed to be on the same wave length, and start mingling with them. At this new place, the psychological assault, happens again, to Bethany, who is not housed with her husband, or even rooming with him, Tyler, puts all the men in one house, and all the women in the other house, and he starts dictating, who, will be with who, partnering community members off, with each other, as he started to carry on, sexual relationships with several male members of the community.
As, Tyler, the defacto leader of the groups, grows in power and control, he starts to dictate what the rules of the group will be, and he punishes, those who break community rules and standards. At one point, one of the men, starts to question, Tyler's authority, and he is reprimanded and punished, and isolated from activities the group were doing, so denying him, friendship, which is what the whole thing started as, friends with Christ in common, and all his teaching seemed to be, being replaced with the teachings and dictates of Tyler! The 48 Hours, interviewer, point blank, asked, Tyler, if he was in love with Bethany, at the time he married her? He, tried to weasel his way out of that question and to the interviewers credit, this smooth talking, somewhat glib, smart ass, did the alleged or squirrel answer, well, I loved her . . . no, where you in love with her? Not in that way . . . okay, so you were kissing and caressing men, allegedly never having sex, but you married Bethany? Yes, and then he went on to describe, how he just could not make love, if I remember right, and almost indicated that, it repulsed him, so he was full blown, beyond, women, when he falsely led this woman, to the alter, in front of friends and family, to do, what, humiliate her? It appears so. The commentator, goes on to accuse him of committing adultery, this righteous leader! So, predictable.
Weeks Later, Bethany's Van is Found at the Lake, Apparent Suicide
This little fuck, Tyler, seems to me, connecting the dots, and reading between the lines, is almost empowered by this alleged act, of his new wife, being so distraught, over the humiliation, and rejection, that, that weaker human, took her own, life. Micah, one of the men, who Tyler was having sex with, among several, comes forward to tell authorities, that he committed the murder of Bethany, that, Tyler and other men in the community, drugged her, then they raped her, and later, Micah, at the command of Tyler, put her drugged body in the van, took her to the Lake, put a plastic bag over her face, and suffocated her, while she was in a somewhat paralyzed position. He said, her eyes were open, and the bag, was partially in her mouth. Tyler was brought in for questioning, and was shocked to hear that his wife was now dead, and that, one of his followers, claimed that he ordered him to kill her. Again, this smug, little prick, seemed to take pleasure, in a true psychopath style, that he had so much power over the group, and his wife, that out of his, royal rejection, she had succumbed to this fate, at the hands of another, lover, eventually leading to this current tragedy, making in control of the fates of not only the entire group, but, his wife, and a lover. He even, flippantly referred to being accused of being a psychopath, who had sooooo much power, over this pack of losers, weaker people, that, now, it is his fault, that one lover, killed another lover. He was a little muck!
At first, when the sheriffs, saw the body, of Bethany, and heard the testimony of Micah, they charged, the kid with first degree murder, and thought of adding, Tyler as an accomplice. He said, how shocked he was to hear of his wife's suicide or that Micah had been charged with murder. But, as the investigators looked at the body, which did not have a plastic bag over her head, nor were her eyes open, and no plastic bag over her face, it appears, that she actually did take sleeping pills, and committed suicide, which is what her father said. No her mother, she thinks Tyler is to blame, and she wants justice. So, at the request of Micah's attorney, he was released from custody, and for the time being, the sheriffs are looking at the death, with suspicion, looking at it as, undetermined. They are still suspicious of Tyler, his motives, his actions, and his power over the victim, his wife? The male and female team, said that, they, believe crimes were committed, but, what exactly and by whom, will be determined as they continue to watch Tyler, and gather more evidence through witnesses and the testimony of friends and family. The lesson here . . . do not put your trust or faith, in the arm of corruptible man, with all the frailties, foibles, and weaknesses of everyone else. This guy to me, is a TRUE PSYCHOPATH!
Symbolic Names
I have to shake my head, each time I watch a true crime episode, because each one, seems to take me deeper and deeper into the psyche and personalities of this band of church, government, family, mob, community, reminding more of the movie, THE VILLAGE! I never watched the whole movie, but, I got the concept, that parents worried about the safety, moral development, and schooling of their children, move several families, out on a shit load of acres, and build this huge ass wall, around, what, is a spacious compound of the families that make up the Village. Whenever, children, or teens, misbehaved, or wanted to spread their wings, or questioned their parents, or the Village leaders, they were told of the Red Monster, that haunted, and menaced the Village, stalking, watching, and preying on the members of the community, with the forest as a backdrop, giving a mystery to this bigger than life, threat, to the lives of the Villagers. And, if things, really got out of control, as I remember, someone in the group, to be predetermined by the elders and leaders, was, set up, as a human sacrifice to keep the people in the Village, under control. So, the threat, was not just talked about, but it was a reality. Scare tactics worked.
Then if I remember, is seems, like the sister of the guy, who was actually, the Red monster, with an ugly and intimidating costume, basically, discovered that, what she had feared all her life, was, actually, only a fake, as a monster, created to scare the Villagers into obedience, however, in this discovery, she also realized that the murders were real, and he was a murderer. Eventually, I think, she hooks up with a boyfriend, an equal critical thinker, a skeptic, and they scale the walls that were put up to hold them in, and leave the big bad world outside, and all the Villagers, allegedly, living in the peace and comfort of the Village, when in reality, the monsters, among the leaders, and elders, was actually worse the the fears of the outside world. The couple escapes, I think, as William Hurt, the father of the girl, pursues the couple, but, doesn't get them in time, and they have hitch hiked, off and down the road . . . he just stands there as watches them leave. Free at last. Often, what appears to be good, or is a good intention, like protecting you kids, from outside influences, can actually work against you, and what you create, to control, or exercise power over other individuals, curtailing their personal choice and freedom, rots, into a cesspool of something worse than, the crime, they might experience, or might not experience on the outside. Created crisis with predictable, or determined outcomes, is fucked up, at best.
Players in Tyler Deeton's Psychopathic Drama
- Tyler . . . Ty liar, or Shelley, represented by the name of her youngest son, Tyrone, is a point blank liar, Ty is her son, not Elliot, in the community or village of psychopaths, who feel all powerful, so much so, that they can order matches, mix and match, and control families and blood lines . . . FUCK YOU and yours, you are totally messed up, seriously sick, and deranged, using all the techniques this freak did, and wanting the power over life and death of your followers, brainwashed, isolated, and abused, putting any faith is fucked up people, like you are!
- Deeton . . . this was Tyler's last name. Brett's mother, married, Dee Christiansen, and HE, always did our wash on Dee Street, in Logan, at a laundry mat. So, the last name, is very spot on, and so is it teamed with Tyler, or Ty liar, Shelley, who wants to claim Elliot, as her son, so she can cover the ton of money, these two frauds, psychopaths, functioning in one sick and wicked, entity, monstrous in impact, with devastating results! You can see who is writing this blog, just got the nice, double, knit, purple scarf, from my Russian friend, unless, she is one of your 007, KGB, FSI, spies, defecting or coming to America, used to give me a scarf and knit Shelley one, as is the double trouble custom. Oh, I found out, what happened to my phone, and why I could not send pics, and put my email address in my cell phone, with the number 406.309.0011, that I have had for over a year, but with tons of effort from the main fraud broad, Shelley, to take, pay, Annie Burbank, in Kalispell to steal, but she got caught, then, the next rigged shit, to take control, was to stop me from getting new minutes put on, stopping service, August 20, 2015, so Shelley could appear to the NSA, or whom ever, to be the only one, with MY phone, number, and access . . . and when I could still call, it backfired, and I got a free month, which is the first fucking thing I got off these psycho fuckers . . . and then, trying to include pictures from the Halloween parade, Monday, night, which would put me at the real time and at the real place, fucking Shelley, Kay, Sue, Rachel, or the DEE crew of loser women, under his thumb and controlled, selling their souls, which will come in the next name symbol! But, I inquired at Walmart, with a very smart tech, whom has helped unfuck my old phone, only to be fucked up again, tried to figure out, what the fuck was up with my cell phone, so I could not sent the cute pics to my email, thus putting them in my blog, for my billion readers to enjoy the Honoring the Dead, held in connection with Halloween, appropriately . . . maybe the NUK3Town gals, got caught planning it, and then, me, just happening upon it, blowing their fucking assses as the LIARS THEY ARE! He just said, you have used all your available data. What, I leave this phone with the battery out, so I don't get tracked! I have made, about 5 calls, but I did text and call, Elliot, the envy of the losers, club of psycho parents who are training, the next generation of Ted Bundy's, John Wayne Gacy's, and Jeffery Dahmers, psychopaths, breed little psychopaths, or try to create them, Shelley's fascination with serial killers, like Brett . . . hint, I figured out where Brett probably put the bodies of the hundred or so women he killed, in the BERM, just between the house and the field! The perfect place, just looks like landscaping, and add a few trees, perfect cover . . . or try the PIPELINE . . . Brett's perfectly able bodies enough to haul a body up there, especially in dismembered parts! But, no, after the clerk at Wally's World, check my phone calls, and my one text, or two max, he said, puzzled, that is not enough to use your data. I said, if there is a double, use, on my phone number, with me leaving my old phone with this same number, at the Grand Junction Police Department or landing in their hands, giving it over to Shelley, Cop Bitch from hell, double trouble, making a mockery of my GOOD name, even using it, let alone, claiming to be an ATTORNEY . . . ONLY IN YOUR FUCKING DREAMS SHELLEY! But, he said, that sure as hell, is not enough to use the data, I said, could Shelley, who got her fucking hands on my old phone, able to draw my data, of the phone, he thought that was, in deed, possible, and must explain the mystery of the missing data, so I could not send the pictures that would prove her sorry ass was not, at the Break Cafe, in Missoula, Monday night, around 6 for the PARADE, BITCH . . . I am JoAnn . . . she uses, Joann, to confuse you . . . dumb asses, that don't believe the person with the FUCKING STAYING POWER, check my history assholes, check hers, Brett's and Kay's . . . these are his BETHANYS!
- Bethany . . . my little brother, Jared's wife's name is Beth, and the epitomy of the Mormon woman, in every aspect. So, in this Mormon Clown Ship Shit show, they call, The Village or the Community, any Beth, with all of them interchangeable, will do, any and all of the Beth's from the Southwick family, laying claim and fame to all that is ME AND MINE, including a fucking TON OF MONEY . . . I learned and believed, that if you just do what you are good at and enjoy doing, the money will follow. I didn't understand that at the time, but it works, and I get it now . . . MONEY was never MY focus, and the money came in bucket loads, but another thing a rich man told me once, is, the hard thing, is not making the money, that is the easy part, it is hanging on to it once you get it . . . both of those statements are TRUE! You have heard, any port in a storm will do, well, in this case, any BETHANY, will Do, to create the FRAUD these clowns are trying to pull off! You see, my father once said, he hated attorneys, because they are the only scum in the universe that takes money from one man and gives in to another . . . I would call that a fucking CPA! LOL!
- Micah . . . as a follower and lover, Micah Owens, Daddy's Little Bounce Buddy? Maybe, Jerry Owens, you slept with this fuckers, I would watch, your son's ass! You have sickos, beyond what you can even imagine, clocked in the respectability of MONEY, MINE, MY SONS, DAUGHTERS TOO . . . the top dog SICKEST, without, even an redeeming qualities, is FRANK, aka, Allan Rex Bess, truly, and proud of it, an AB or Absolute Bastard, watch every boy's ass! It is a cover and myth that he slept with 800 women, I would take, "woe" off or "wo" or 800 MEN! That Spartan leader thing, CIA, DIA, add a sexual component to the military, get a buzz up you BUZZ!
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