HOT HANDS. A THOUSAND TIMES MORE BRUTAL. DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR. BUTTE VS. EVERYBODY! HOT RODS & COLD SLABS . . . I LOVED YOU, I LOVED YOU ALL ALONG, I LOVED YOU FROM THE START! SUNSHINE MIXED WITH A LITTLE HURRICANE--THAT GIRL RIGHT THERE IS THE PERFECT KIND OF STORM! LOL! MY BABY BLUES, SHE CAME & LEFT LIKE THE MONTANA SKIES, AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHY? MURDER. PSYCHOPATHS. POSSESSION. GNARLY HEAD, MUSIC & MONEY: "EVERY SONG A HIT, EVERY TIME!" WE'RE ALL OVER IT! UP YOUR GAME . . . GO GAGA . . . STARBUCKS: "WE LOVE IT WHEN OUR FAVORITES GET TOGETHER." PRECIOUS FIRSTS . . . PORTABLE POWER! HEY, HERE COMES THE ROOSTER! TRIVIAL PURSUIT--MOTHER: "M" MOTHER THERESA; "O" GOLDA MEIR; "T" MA BAKER; "H" DONNA REED; "R" JOAN RIVERS . . . MY KIDS WOULD SAY, "ALL OF THE ABOVE!" DON'T IT MAKE MY BROWN EYES BLUE? "NO!" THE ESSENCE OF GENIUS: "LEARN FROM YESTERDAY, LIVE FOR TODAY, HOPE FOR TOMORROW. THE IMPORTANT THING IS NOT TO STOP QUESTIONING." "THE TRUE SIGN OF INTELLIGENCE IS NOT KNOWLEDGE, BUT IMAGINATION." --EINSTEIN. JFK SCRATCHED IN CEMENT, CORNER OF "SCOTT" AND "SPRUCE," NEAR TELEPHONE POLE, MISSOULA, MT., RIGHT OFF ROUND-ABOUT, ABOVE POV., I SEE IT ALMOST DAILY, GETTING OFF BUS #2. I AM READING, "THE KENNEDY DETAIL," WRITTEN BY GERALD BLAINE WITH LISA MCCUBBIN (2010) . . . AND I THINK THESE SECRET SERVICE AGENTS, WERE FULL OF SHIT, AND WHY DID THEY WAIT, UNTIL JACKIE WAS DEAD TO WRITE THE BOOK? LEAVE NO WITNESSES! THE WHOLE BOOK SOUNDS FUCKING STAGED! CALCULATED! LEADING TO A PARTICULAR CONCLUSION--IT WAS KENNEDY'S FAULT, DIDN'T WANT THOSE IVY LEAGUE CHARLATANS BLOCKING HIM FROM THE CROWD? . . . WHILE PRESIDENT KENNEDY WAS FULLY EXPOSED TO BULLETS, SECRET SERVICE, BACK ONE CAR IN THE MOTORCADE, MADE A LAME ASS, AT BEST, ATTEMPT TO COVER OR HELP, WHILE AGENT YOUNGBLOOD, JUMPED ON TOP OF VICE PRESIDENT JOHNSON'S BODY, PROTECTING HIM--PROTOCOL FOR SECRET SERVICE TO SACRIFICE THEIR BODY FOR THE PREZ. . . . EVEN BEFORE THE PRESIDENT WAS DECLARED DEAD, LONG TIME SECRET SERVICE, EMORY ROBERTS, DECLARED IN HIS MIND--WHO IN THE FUCK WAS HE, TO CALL THE SHOTS?--THE PRESIDENT WAS DEAD, LEFT HIS SIDE AT THE HOSPITAL, TOOK HIS MEN TO PROTECT, LYNDON JOHNSON? IT TOOK SOME TIME BEFORE, SURGEONS DECLARED KENNEDY DEAD? NO EMERGENCY PERSONNEL WAITING WITH GURNEYS . . . THERE WERE TOO MANY THINGS OUT OF PLACE, DIFFERENT, LIKE NEVER HAVING, THE PRESIDENT AND V.P., IN THE SAME PLACE AT THE SAME TIME? THIS WAS JOHNSON'S TERRITORY--TEXAS? SECRET SERVICE KNEW THAT THIS WAS HOSTILE TURF--LOYAL JOHNSON DEMOCRATS & REPUBLICANS! YET THEY STAYED BACK, WALKING ALONG SIDE WITH THE CAR WITH OTHER SECRET SERVICE MEMBERS, NOT THE KENNEDY'S OR THE CONNALLY'S, FOLLOWING PRESIDENT KENNEDY, AND IT SOUNDED LIKE THEY WERE PROTECTING THEMSELVES . . . CONSPIRACY CENTRAL! HAVING WRITTEN, STUDIED, WATCHED, AND ANALYZED, I THINK, THE PICTURE OF LYNDON BANES JOHNSON, STANDING BEHIND, NEWLY NOMINATED, JOHN F. KENNEDY, AT THE DEMOCRATIC CONVENTION, 1960, LOOKING DOWN AT KENNEDY WITH A LOOK OF TOTAL DISDAIN--LONG HATE, JEALOUS, FOR KENNEDY, WHOM SHORTLY, BEFORE, THE ASSASSINATION, WAS DECLARED AND REFERRED TO BY JOHNSON, AT A SECRET DINNER, WITH OTHERS INVOLVED, IN THE CONSPIRACY TO COMMIT MURDER, AS RECALLED BY HIS MISTRESS, "THAT IRISH PUNK!" WHEN GOVERNOR CONNALLY, WAS SHOT, ALSO IN ATTENDANCE AT THE PRE-ASSASSINATION MEETING, "THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ALL OF US!" SOUNDS LIKE HE KNEW PLANS, BUT HE WAS TO COVER THE CONSPIRACY--ANOTHER SHOT! WHEN JFK'S SECRET SERVICE BREAK THEIR SILENCE, THE BOOK WAS WRITTEN BY AN AGENT, WHO WAS NOT EVEN THERE THAT DAY, HE WRITES, THAT, THERE WERE ONLY TWO PEOPLE WHO HAD RECALL OF THE EVENT "WITH CLARITY," CONNALLY'S WIFE, SECRET SERVICE, SAM KINNEY AND NELLIE CONNALLY? WHAT ABOUT JACKIE? IN TOWN, SPOOKS FROM AROUND THE WORLD, CIA, FORD, NIXON, JOHNSON, AND H.G. BUSH, AS A YOUNG CIA AGENT! PAY OF PIGS? CUBAN MISSILE CRISIS--TEAR CIA TO PART? BUSH, ZAPATA OIL BARGE, CIA DISOBEYING KENNEDY'S ORDERS, STILL ATTEMPTING TO OVERTHROW CASTRO BROS.? MY LAW PROFESSOR, FORMER WARREN COMMISSION, U.S. ASSISTANT ATTORNEY GENERAL, MICHAEL GOLDSMITH, TOLD US BACK IN 1990 OR SO, IN A CRIMINAL LAW CLASS, THAT THERE WERE 8 SHOTS--HE HAD A BRAIN EMBOLISM RIGHT AFTER THAT, ALMOST DIED--TELLING THE TRUTH? . . . AT LEAST THE BOOK GOT THAT RIGHT. IT SOUNDS TO ME, LIKE THE SS, TOOK ALL THE THEORIES, AND THEN CREATED A WHITEWASHED VERSION, WITH SOME TRUTH, MIXED WITH SOME LIES! WEAVING THE CONSPIRACY, INTO THE ACTUAL FACTS, IN SOME CASES . . . MUCH LIKE IN MY CASE! SATAN IS THE GREAT IMITATOR, CLOSE TO THE TRUTH, BUT ENOUGH FALSE TO LEAD PEOPLE, DOWN THE PRIMROSE PATH TO A COMPLETE LIE! I KNOW TOO MUCH TO BELIEVE THIS SHIT! NICE TRY . . . FALSE FLAG ATTACKS, FALSE BANDS, FALSE ATTORNEYS--SOCIAL ENGINEERING . . . WEAVING PARTS OF TRUTH, PARTS LIES, TO LEAD YOU TO A CONCLUSION, THAT IS NOT TRUE! NO EVIDENCE, NO CRIME . . . HERE IS SOME EVIDENCE . . . THEY HAVE TO MANIPULATE, BLOCK, TWIST AND TURN TO WIN! JUST ONE HONEST COP? BREAK SILENCE, NOW!!!!!!

Vital Statistics . . . The Great, I AM!  Lol!

I was at Walmart Yesterday, Took Pic of What I Referenced in Blog, Few Days Ago!

Some of this stuff, you just have to ignore . . . I am making sure, that if there is one good cop out there on my side, that he/she has all the information they need to track my cell phone, computer, etc., got to get something in return for that $80 billion budget on spy gear!  Just yesterday, I was returning the computer, I bought, at Target, because, I like the Chromebooks better, they are personalized and much easier to operate, and I called my Walmart Money Card, on my new cell phone, and the whole phone was fucked up, because, after a year and a half, three cell phones, and battling for control of my own, fucking phone number, and phones, I decided, that, it was time to change numbers, and fuck these bastards and bitches, and obviously it did, because, boy were they trying to cover, their asses and act, like, my new phone, in connection with my Walmart Money Card, were not, together, nor am I whom, I say, I am, but, never fear, the attorney is here, and the chick, me, who used to train, cops on evidence gathering, is covering her ass, all the time now, pictures, serial numbers, models, etc., so these fucks, get caught, and prosecuted, ending their sorry, fucking asses in prison where they belong!  So, out of necessity, some pretty boring stuff, but necessary for proof, tracking, and determining who is writing MY blog, and on what computer, so they can watch, when the IP numbers are changed, or redirected blogs, or emails and phone calls!

By way of example, to show, you how they work, through, allowed access through the NSA, or through hacking, either and both are probably true, but, I called my money card to see the amount, I still had on my card, after, my shopping blitz, to buy a new computer, phone, and replacing all the shit I had to, in addition, to buying so well needed clothes, and toiletries.  But, getting into my automated account, I have to put in either my 16 digit card number, which I don't have memorized, and usually, when I am typing it in, I drop the phone or do something else lame, so I type in my social security number, which Shelley would long have, catching her with two SS cards, as far back as 2005, in addition to having my driver's license . . . back when I was allegedly dying, and living with her!  You have to go back to about 2000 to see the identity theft clearest . . . but, as I tried to enter my social, if I hit an "8", the phone would type a "1", or if I hit a "3" the phone would type another number, a "5" or something, so I could not, get my amount! at least on the phone! LOL.  I just went over to the ATM at TARGET and pulled $80.00 out, after returning the computer, getting cash back!  You see, they are suppose to be me, and I don't exist, but, fuck them, even stealing my shit, all they did is fuck themselves, making me, more separate than before, while they have to try harder to cover their fucking sorry, damned, stinky asses!  So, here we go, before, all this information, disappears:

• new phone number: 406.218.1777 (old cell phone number: 406.309.0011, Governor Bullock, Lt. Gov. position still open, this is the number you want to get a hold of me.  I am sure, you have met one of the fraud broads, posing as me, but, I have NEVER met you in person!)
• phone serial number: 014 216 008 572 303
• SIM number: 890 141 042 783 812 170 92
• Acer Chromebook 15 (computer . . . bigger, better, upgrade!)
• Model No. N15Q9
• PO: PA
• MFG Date: 05/19/15
• SNIP: 54213591676
• purchased: 12/28/15, 07:25:57 AM, 4000 hwy 93 south, Missoula, MT  59804, $179.00
• old Walmart Money Card, ending in 0192 . . . new card, 8699

• I am still at the Poverello Center: 1110 West Broadway, Missoula, MT  59802
• the fun thing about getting a new card, is that the package, had both, card access persons, this joint account, was set up, long ago, 2010, or so, and on the mailing address, check the two names, proving, fucking damned well, who, is Elliot Taylor Secrist's, God's Revolver and The Ditch and the Delta, mother . . . brown eyed mother and brown eyed dad, Kay and Brett, don't make, blue eyed red haired children!  LOL!  No, Kay/Brett, it, don't make your brown eyes blue!

Shit picture, but, you can see the word, "Poverello" with address, in foyer--or if you come in--on wall . . . my cute knit hat--donated--3 compliments a day!  Genetics, dip shits!  Proof, dumb asses!  Thanks Walmart, or Expedited Mail on  Stolen Card!  Mama Kodiak!

FREEZE ALL THEIR FUCKING ASSETS . . . JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!  I AM NOT SUE POOH, SCHMIDT, EITHER!  Dip Shit Southwick Family, Has Tried to Say that Elliot is Sue's, or Sue is ME!  Scream!!!!  She has 3 Red Headed Bitches!  Two Brown Haired, Bastards!  No Red Headed Cutie Boy! or Red Jesus! is MINE! Spitting Image of Richard Clifton Secrist!, City Planner, Mesquite, Nevada!

Bands Robbed Between 2000 to 2015: Parallax, Maraloka, God's Revolver, The Ditch and the Delta, Worst Friends!  Mom--Attorney, Poisoned, Dad--Planner, Fired, Provo City, Utah, for Employee He Supervised, Two Years Earlier?  Leave Baby Rocker Unprotected!

RICHARD & HELEN SOUTHIWICK'S FAMILY PICTURES

If you go to the home, of, what you might call me parents, grandparent's, of Elliot, located on Concord St., St. George, Utah, you will see a wall, with their eight children on it . . . all 7 of my other brothers and sisters, are posed in nice, formal pictures, tamed, stoic, boring, with pictures taken by a professional photographer, but there is one, picture, the second, wild child, ME, out, in the winter landscape, with the blue skies, the snow capped mountains, me in a gray scarf, with a navy blue coat, out watching my kids, tubing--free, natural, fun, outdoorsy, and digging on nature, too, free to pose for a photo, so my mother, took that picture of me, at some family party, or gathering, in Bountiful, behind, either, Valley View Elementary (President Kennedy, was shot when I went to that school, and was in 3rd grade) or Bountiful Hills Junior High School. Like I have always said, a picture is worth a thousand words, and all things are symbolic!  

If you were to guess, out of a family of 8 children, Mormon raised and brainwashed, which child, based on those pictures, would be the mother of a wild, long haired, bass guitarist, tattooed, rock star, and wild himself, which child would you guess, gave birth to Elliot, gave him the freedom to be a musician, facilitated that dream, and fostered it?  The wild ass mother, who bucked, Mormonism, divorced, gave custody to their father, went to law school, trashed the traditional motherhood thing, took shit, and did her own thing, allowing, her children the same, freedom to be what they wanted to be--join the military, as females, have a band as a kid, rather than going to young men or young women's programs, I mean come the fuck on!  Just as the video, God's Revolver @ Cruicialfest 5, opens, you hear, someone say, fuck yeah . . . what mother, would allow that, sure as fucking hell, not SUE!  Not Kevin--corn cobs up both their Mo asses, with Kev, who was a Mo bishop in Mitt Romney's Mormon stake in Massachusetts!  Come on, this shit is so, damned logical!

Get fucking real, careers that fit, lifestyles that fit, KIDS THAT FIT!  Good God!  Think, my MAN!  The shit-head, Mo NSA or the hackers, totally allowed to hack any piece of technology, I have, are freaking out--this page is jumping and bumping all over the place, because, they had my computer, Acer Espire, all locked up, yesterday, so they could have their fucking way with me, blocking me from writing, from blogging, from, even using MY fucking purchase, just like they are trying to control my intellectual property, claim millions in cash for my writing, as well as, control, my son's musical career.  Sue and Kevin's son, Sam Schmidt, is working for Frito Lay, in Texas, married to ?, can't remember, but, they sure as hell, don't have rock stars, they have controlled, little worker bees, with careers, like Kevin, and Sue's daughters, will be just like Mo mama, they may have degrees, but they will be housewives . . . oh, but little whore, Meg Schmidt, is being trained by me, so she can take over writing this blog!  LOL!  Sue's answer, to not going to law school herself!  LOL!  Meggie, cried, and got fired from her law firm in Washington, D.C., and became, Sarah's nanny!  LOL!  And I am sure, that some law firm, prearranged by grandpa Southwick, or some Mo fuck, attorney, like Michael Brimely, my old love interests, sold out, claiming, to be the attorney, who did the case for Tom Vail, against, the Las Vegas Review Journal.

Mike is a funny, one, because, he, even as an attorney, has got to be jealous as hell!  Boring, boring, boring law practice, traditional law, and old, love interest, getting the high profile cases!  LOL!  I had a dream that puzzled me, several weeks ago . . . now, Mike has a perfect rating in Martin-Dale Hubbard, the attorney ranking or grading, and has a new gorgeous law building, but I had this dream, that Mike was poor, lived in a shit house, was driving the same, teal green, Honda Civic, he drove in law school, or got shortly after law school, and being hired with Albright, Albright, working on Charleston, Las Vegas, NV--1989.  No, I am not the attorney . . . no, the problem is, I am not the Mormon attorney, BYU, Southwick, and the Mo ass church, would like to be their graduate, their non-member, their daughter, who kicked the shit out of the legal field, both as a government employee, getting national acclaim, taken out of the game for 9 years, and coming back, on her first, fucking case, being covered by fucking New York Investment Magazine, going to 100,000 readers and covered in every major newspaper in the nation! then, going in less that 2 years, to the goddamned fucking U.S. Supreme Court--who copied her 10th Circuit brief in Jones v. U.S.A.! LOL!

Now, that is one wild ass confident, female attorney, on her first case, $357 million, in a specialty area of law?!!!!!!  FUCK YEAH, like mother like SON!  NO GUTS--NO GLORY!!!!!!!  

Poor little obedient, Mo Mike!  LOL!  This is called case, laundering!  Just outside, McDonald's where I am typing this, at 11:32 AM, Mountain Standard time, Missoula, MT, there is a blue (Mo color, boring as hell) Envoy . . . symbolic of MO ENVY!  I broke all the rules, family, motherhood, career, trial law, and, guess what, I succeeded more than any fucking MO ASS ATTORNEY, in history!  LOL!  My computer screen is jumping all over the fucking place . . . oh, I forgot, this was the brown, eyes, that wanted to be blue, since, fucking 7th grade!  Wittle poor Kay, aka, JoAnn S. Secrist, or  Shelley, or, whoever the fuck, did MY CASE!!!!! along with the other fucking bitches, the bastards, tried to make ME, GOD DAMN! Screammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!

MOVIES ARE FUN!

Heaven's Best, van just went down the street . . . damned right!  I just came back from the bathroom, and there is this older couple, and the wife has a diamond, GRIZ, pin on her lapel . . . symbolic of my parents, giving the U of M, money, or seen as rich, following me . . . You free, because, you are everything, they want to be; they looking back, looking back, too many people looking back . . . Bob Seger!  It fascinates me that, song after song, will state exactly what, I believe the problems are.  You see, when I got divorced, and decided to go to law school, at the same time, giving, the kids to the custody, of their father, but, as involved as any divorced parent, could be, with a great relationship with the other parent, enough to be over in his house, with the kids, for 13 years, with my kids, several times a week, and totally, on most weekends, until, both of us, parents, got remarried, friends with kids in common.

We didn't dump our responsibility on anyone, and things worked out great, great kids, great careers, and now the envy of my more faithful, obedient sisters and brother(s), who, got into their late 40's and then again, 50's, and realized, that I had been planning for my later years, for my personal fulfillment, for a career, a rewarding wonderful career, a distinguished career, that brought me esteem and money, and they were doing, butt-fucking NOTHING, with their lives, but waiting for grand kids . . . they want to take them from me too!  But, looking back, the 20 years, I had been practicing law, or preparing for later years, they could not play catch-up, and in complete jealousy and desperation, like lobsters in a tank, as I climbed, they grabbed, ripped, tore me back down, to their level, and later, just claimed they were ME!  LOL!

2015 Moive--Mercenaries, True Crime Genre--2 Sisters, One the Men, Played, Rock, Scissors, Paper, to Decided Who Got to Fuck Her First, Gang Bang--She Jumped to Her Death--Only Mad, One Didn't Get to Fuck Her Before She Died--Her Worth in Their Eyes, Play Thing . . . Later, Older Sister, Smart, Cunning, Calculating, Hunts, Plays the Men, Against Each Other, All Wanting to Possess Her, Not Just Fuck Her!  She Beats All the Big Bad Ass Boyz, and She Never Has Sex With Any of Them!  One Man, a Decent Man, Figured Out Her Game, and Who She Was . . . Smart Man, He Lived!  All the Others Died!

VAN IDEA, STILL APPEALING--WHAT I WAS GOING TO DO, MYSELF . . . COMPANION BETTER!

Watch for Murderers, Psychopaths and Those Wanting to Possess!  I Was Not For Sale . . . Fuck Frank, aka, Allan Rex Bess (Real, Client, Cowboy, Marine, Biker--Murdered For Liking Me--Remind Me of Him)