Juicy Details Inside . . . Insider Readers!
I am not sure, what proving who you are, is called, but, there never should have been a doubt . . . 15 fucking years later, almost 800 blogs, and there is still a doubt? Something is up! Anyway, prove it I will, as you recall, readers, I got my backpack, stolen at the Poverello Center, for the homeless, probably one of the few places on earth right now, that I am safe, at least, periodically safe, some indications, that one of the 10 or so sting ops, was about to go down, but as usual, I avert the attempts to nab me, when no one is looking, or for some inane reason--will tell you later, and let you see, what you think, paranoia or right, stop, sight on! Okay, identity alibi or proof, from Walmart Money Card:
The Oxford
337 N. Higgins
Missoula, MT 59802
ph 406-549-0117
Thank Your for Visiting
TABLE: JOANN S SECRIST - 1 Guests
Your Server was "Q"
1/4/2016 1:26:02 PM - ID #0281881
Grand Total $8.50
Credit Purchase
Name : JOANN S SECRIST
CC Type : VISA
CC Num : XXXX XXXX XXXX 8699
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH + $1.50 Tip
Looks like I paid cash for the Einstein Bagels 12/31/15. Now, just that information, right there, when verified by the NSA, or the Pacific Ocean POST, or cops, where Kay lives, in Santa Barbara, often in Chicago, where Brett most likely is holing up, until, this passes over or they get caught, having stolen my ID, 10 years ago, adding Shelley's thieving shit, back in 2000, but, after I wrote the P.S. or the post script, and started using deductive reasoning, that critical thinking training, in my humanities classes in college, U of M, having attended, 4 colleges, had 4 kids, and took 12 years to get my undergraduate degree, from, giving you bragging rights, Weber State University, Ogden, Utah, English Major, Communications Minor . . . not Sue, history major, taught, junior high English, LOL, doesn't cut it Sue, even if Daddy Warbucks says you can be me, YOU CAN'T, ON YOUR BEST DAY!, but some cop shop, after I started, back tracking, and drawing conclusions, that, if I am the one, sitting in the Oxford, great food, great prices, writing my blog, then I am the same one, who purchased the new computer, the new phone, I recorded in my blog, all the vital statistics, taking us backward to it being MY blog, My career, My rock star son, My life, My pig tails, tales for the last fucking 20 some, odd, in deed, taking me back to the PICK's Disease, the poisoning, going on back to the Utah Attorney Generals Office, staff attorney, Utah Prosecution Council, then forward to the killing of cop and prosecutor's legislation, asset forfeiture, cash cow, for cop shops, and others, feds, going forward, through inductive reasoning, to other hot shot jobs, Utah Division of Aging, Utah Medical Association, professor at 3 universities, internship with American United for Life, going all the way b . . . proof that they are fucking with me again, today . . . damaging, damaging, damaging, to his and her, sexellence, Kay and Brett, allegedly, JoAnn S. Secrist and hubby, Brett, claiming, MY case, Brock et al v. Herbert et al, the $357 million securities case, that I took to the United States Supreme Court, cutting out, the CHEEK CASE, that terrorized cops nationwide, and all the other rock star cases, I did, that the boyz club, just can't give me credit for, not to mention, Elliot's rock star band, God's Revolver, that Kay, is probably with doing the choreography for, on all that drill team leader qualifications . . . Kay never left high school . . . I haven't looked back since, 1973, Bountiful High School, where Kay was my classmate, but FUCKING SURE, I ME . . . like I have said . . . the Bountiful High Year Books, from 1970 when Shelley graduated, to 1980 or so, when Rachel graduated, will identify, all the players, except, the later ones, Kelly Ann Booth, stealing or getting credit for my $56.7 million case against Scott Garrett and crew, onto Rebecca Baker, whom I wrote many, many briefs, to Hope Carleton-Levin, making new law on cohabitation/alimony . . . my contributions to the law field, go wide and deep, as does this conspiracy!
That little money card, is hot shit, big time, and proves, exactly who I am, and if I were to guess, Shelley, Rachel, and a few others, like Kay, have in the past, had their names added to MY cards, and have actually used them, like at Jim's Restaurant, in Lima, Montana, when my client was flying me back to Utah!!!!!! I went to change my blue, money card to a black family, card, just in case, we had another, Peru, experience, like Elliot, had, getting caught in another country, with trains stopped . . . maybe a death threat, needs to be looked into, bitch ass Rachel, and L . . . got cursor stopped again, Lauren, are both, undercover, girlfriends, ton control Elliot through sex! Rachel stopped, many a lined up concert, with, like, Zion Harley Davidson, who I gave a CD to, and took out a check book, loving the music, wanting God's Revolver, for their, Hog Rally . . . nation motorcycle crowd . . . perfect, rowdy crowd, electric cowboys, wanted dead or alive! Rachel stopped that one, Trey's brother was getting out of the military, and being the totally laid back kid, or young man, Elliot is, he just went along with the party, and trashed the concert!!!!! Scream, the power of the honey trap chicks, more so for men, than me . . . Kennedy, Brett, and about a shit load of more men . . . I am not as week as a man! Greatfully so!
That little money card, is hot shit, big time, and proves, exactly who I am, and if I were to guess, Shelley, Rachel, and a few others, like Kay, have in the past, had their names added to MY cards, and have actually used them, like at Jim's Restaurant, in Lima, Montana, when my client was flying me back to Utah!!!!!! I went to change my blue, money card to a black family, card, just in case, we had another, Peru, experience, like Elliot, had, getting caught in another country, with trains stopped . . . maybe a death threat, needs to be looked into, bitch ass Rachel, and L . . . got cursor stopped again, Lauren, are both, undercover, girlfriends, ton control Elliot through sex! Rachel stopped, many a lined up concert, with, like, Zion Harley Davidson, who I gave a CD to, and took out a check book, loving the music, wanting God's Revolver, for their, Hog Rally . . . nation motorcycle crowd . . . perfect, rowdy crowd, electric cowboys, wanted dead or alive! Rachel stopped that one, Trey's brother was getting out of the military, and being the totally laid back kid, or young man, Elliot is, he just went along with the party, and trashed the concert!!!!! Scream, the power of the honey trap chicks, more so for men, than me . . . Kennedy, Brett, and about a shit load of more men . . . I am not as week as a man! Greatfully so!
FUCK THE FEDERAL COP SHIT CHICKS, EXPERIENCE THE DIFFERENCE!
If They Wanted To Get You, They Would Have . . . Check Out "True Crime" Betrayal of the Dove (1993)
Now, this movie, is probably the closest, to what, was and is going on . . . fake doctors, who look, just like Brett did, back in the day, 10 years ago, when I met him, probably, not by accident, both Kay's response and Shelley's responses, indicated, a familiarity, with Brett, but this crowd, is all about the money, as was the killer team, honey trap, doctor, working with, his sort of, way better looking, version of Kay, the girl next door, the cops and Brett, have tried to make you think is the hottest of hot, chick in the U.S.A., because, they know, I am, LOL, and Brett, has to try to make Kay, more than me, LOL! Never happen, shit head! You can make her the Queen of England, and it doesn't make it so! LOL! Brett, once asked me, if there was a woman, that I saw, in the same class of women, as he saw me, or I saw myself, and I am here to tell you, there is not a women, or man, that is a pimple on the ass of the universe that, I have spent two seconds being jealous of, other then, being pissed as hell, that, the bitches, have been given my credentials and resume, and I had 6 fuckin' hags, pretending to be me, that I had to take down, in order to actually, be ME again . . . I am the toughest competition, that I know, other than, Hillary, and I don't want to be President, she can have it, but, I am not the jealous type, and I will do my up most to get her elected! as I have in trashing that fucking Trump, scream, the loudest mouth in Ike's Carnival, is not impressive at all, even the GOP knows that, and has a real problem on their hands, and me connecting him, to the newly, alleged, Mitt, rehabilitated, Republican, who they tried, to hold up, as if, like Mitt, would have done a better job, than the President, on economic recovery, LOL . . . hawkish as my father, Dick Cheney, Bush, their idols, and Trump is EVEN WORSE! and get this folks, he wants to pick up where Mitt, Bush, Cheney left off, with the Patriot Act, national security, over FREEDOM . . . look what happened to President Kennedy, the one time, he got spooked, and took up where he stopped the CIA, dealing with the mafia, and teamed with the Thomas Jefferson of Cuba, going after Castro!
The planned assassination, almost to a tee, was, turned on the young President, coming from a conspiracy to commit murder, and from more than one source, just like the conspiracy to commit murder, comes from multiple sources, with me . . . this is not just about, being a DOVE, a peace maker, it is about going to money, that the fuckers, have grown used to, to fund, their secret CIA wars, along with Mormons, and the Brits . . . this is not over, and they have to get rid of the Constitution of the United States, to do it, subjegating the President, the Constitution, the FBI, the Pentagon, under the fuckers, who are lawless rogues, running amok, even challenging the Senate Intelligence Committee, not only not turning over their records to the oversight committee, but actually breaking into their computer data, and intimidating staff, bullying them, much like they do me, pushing their UNCONSTITUTIONAL agenda . . . Elliot's band is key money, outside the system, un-taxed, unmarked, no earmarks, and no oversight!
When the Covers are Pulled Back, Kay and Brett are In Bed Together!
In Brett's little game, of wife swapping, Kay is David, and I am Goliath, on resumes, she is an attorney, and that is as far as the comparison goes, with me against the government, and the co-conspirators, I am David, against Goliath, on either side, I have the faith of David, and the skills to bring down Golaith, due to being Goliath, before, they tried to kill me, back in 2000, when Shelley was suppose to be me, but, I got out of their control with the Brock case, and became an even bigger problem, than I was working for government and NGO's, but really acting as government agencies, like the Utah Medical Association, the Poverello, they know where their funding, came from, in a large part, and they have to play ball, and I am sure that my father has used, MY FAMILY'S MONEY, to make huge ass donations to the Pov., but this CPA, can mask it, wash it, launder it, as all dirty, asset protectors and dirty ass launderers can. But, for those of you, who might actually care, about taking down the mafia, both in and outside the ranks and files of the cop shops, watch this movie, not only will you see, how, the main character, in this true crime movie, evaded death, through blind luck, protection from God, and other players, who could see what was going on, like the attorney, who had a crush on the main character, who is much like I was when I met Brett, as gentle as a dove, literally, attacked by crows, ravens. Shelley's email or computer name was, ravenrathbone! or raven wrath bone!
Much, like myself, this women, has dreams of being attacked by ravens or crows, scratching her face, arms, and attacking her tonsils, that her best friend, arranges the meeting with the new handsome, NOT DOCTOR, later in the show, the victim tells her daughter, to go get the boyfriend doctor, who is actually the one killing her, making it look, like it is the other doctor, in the toncilectomy, even punches the other doc, who actually saved her, where the real rage is coming from, as, the fake, Delta Intel, agent, Frank, Interpol, took out his rage on, the real Allan Rex Bess, for saving me from, homelessness, when these fuckers, ordered the useful idiots, Washington County Constable and crew of deputies, to ransack and rob my house, got figure, the fucking DAY, before, I was to argue MY $357 million securities, case, in the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, in Denver, with little Kay, living and dreaming in the shadows of the Court, she longed to take a case to, and through the mafia, Brett, ragingly jealous of me, himself, stole that for BABY, to argue and take credit for, with the help of Daddywarbucks and Shelley, with forgery, and financial crimes, that should make even the most hardened, CIA agent and FBI agents, cringe that they let the mafia, steal from me! Ike's AMAZING Carnival . . . a group of carnies, making it all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court and beyond, with me kicking and screaming all the way, and the financial cops, doing nothing, but burying their heads in pussy, abdicating their jobs to the fucking thugs! LOL, fucking AMAZING, and they expect me to respect them? GOD!?
Don't Worry, Baby, Will Be Safe With Me, Doc (BRETT)
This woman in a conspiracy to take control of a computer company, that is just going public, but had not made much money, since its inception, but with the brains of the friend of the Dove, teaming with the Doc, bumping out, the founder, the victim's soon to be ex-husband, with the victim getting half of the stock and product, that is showing production and stock, skyrocketing, already worth, $750,000, and doing nothing but moving up the index . . . kind of like Elliot's band, they, Brett and Kay, Shelley, Dad, and crew, already know, damned well, the fake band, Alamo, for Frank, originated out of Texas, and covered in British Columbia, and Scotland, both, symbolically connected through, towns with the name, Glasgow, to let, insiders, know, that, the Alamo, with western rock, cowboy story, and rockin' rowdy music, not really a genre to originate in Scotland, probably where Brett served a mission, or for sure, where, Scott, a Salt Lake City, Utah engineer served his mission, believe me, this family, with connections to the FBI, secret service for the Mormon Church, now, due to Bryce Christensen, former field director for the LA office, during the biggest espionage case, in the nation, to date with a Mormon selling classified information . . . clue, clue, clue to Russian honey trap, because, Mo men believe, it is their divine right, to cheat on their spouses with alleged, polygamist, spiritual wives,m thus a natural for teaming with the Muslims, and a U.S. federal district court judge, Waddoups, who fucked the Brock case, double docketing it, so they could both, win, nationwide of launder, Brock's financial firm, as a cover for the Mitt election headquarters, banking on my work, winning against the state SEC, bragging rights for the Republican, Mormons, claiming a smart female attorney, who just happened to be supporting, OBAMA!
Sorry to get sidetracked, but there are so many layers to this conspiracy, so many players, and just like in the Kennedy assassination, there was a presidency at stake, there was during, my Brock case to, with me, promising my very, Republican, donating, financial planners, Mormon, white males, that after I knew they stole the case, or let Kay baby, do the oral argument, while all the dicks, clapped for the little girl attorney, Brett's answer to ME, LOL, she is weak, frail, scrawny, shakes, has male pattern baldness, was going into debt, in her own, private practice, when, after telling Brett, that I at least saw Kay, as in my league, never said, she could beat me at anything, out of the blue, Kay calls me after fucking 5 years, since I was poisoned for taking out, 9 feds, on Medicaid/Medicare investigations, saving docs, nationwide, making that whoring ungrateful bitch, Taj Becker, and neurologist from St. George, that called me fucking crying daily, until I looked up the federal regs, and fucked the feds, told a room full of 27 men, including the FBI, how they were going to conduct, constitutional investigations into MY doctors' offices, following their federal regulations . . . Taj, later, jealous as hell, spent, a cool million, fighting the docs, using, my fucking RESEARCH! later, becoming friends with Rachel . . . lying her ugly, Indian, face off, as is her fucking German, husband, Adolph, if that rings any bells! Sorry, I don't discriminate, in ripping someone's face of, regardless of nationality! including Americans!
Even Mo's Don't Get To Re-Write History!
Sorry, back to the story, and this is a small sample of escapes this woman had from her intended death, multiply the motives, the money at stake, the ramifications, a presidential election, world domination is still on the table, if American's don't take these Carnies down! But, this woman, was almost killed by the loving boyfriend doc, not doc, while on the operating table, just getting her tonsils out . . . probably didn't need them taken out, either. Earlier, at the honey trap, best friends, fucking her ex, recommendations, the power of sex, the ex was originally, going to break in the house, and murder, mother and daughter, giving he whole amount of the stock, business, house, family estate to the husband, fucking the friend, who, not only was volunteering to watch, the young daughter, but, running the new company, ready to go public . . . an attorney, who was murdered with a pipe bomb, who had discovered the company, what was going on, and who, was dong recon and surveillance, on the Brett and Kay, players, and telling, the victim, to stay away from the hospital, as she is spending a loving, romantic weekend, at the doc's, ocean estate, after being almost run off the road by a rental truck, that followed the mother and daughter, heading down, a windy, stretch of fast declining road to the ocean, until the woman, runs off the road, trying to avoid, ditching the truck, hot on her trail, and not hitting some horses, that come out of now where, scretching to a steaming, fuel and brake burning halt . . . after the truck driver didn't get her, he covered by telling her that he had been following her to tell her, that her brake lines had been cut! Been there, done that one!
As she, is recovering, but unable to talk from the tonsils, removal and a near death experience, the doctor, fixes dinner for the three, and having fixed the food himself, as Brett always did for me, for a year and a half, who knows what was in the food? keeping me, fucked up? probably! I always felt that if he was a fed, his job was to first, keep me out on the farm, 8 miles out of town, so that Shelley, could continue to be, me in Logan, and to see if the fringe experiment, lab rat shit, of the FBI, was working or if I was getting better and going to be a pain in the ass to the government, the Bush administration, and the Patriot Act, having killed asset forfeiture, with Bush, coming into office, in that very suspicious, Bush v. Gore, contested race, with many, wondering about the votes getting fucked up in baby, Bush territory, Florida! And, like in the movie, the highly sedated victim, started quoting verbatim full sentences back to the doc, freaking him out, adding more reason to kill her, as she noticed, the lines that he said . . . Shelley, my family, Brett and Kay, thoguht, that somehow, I was brain dead during that time, fuck NO, I was marking and noting everything that happened, and I knew damned well, they were after Elliot's band, as well as my resume, and Shelley, just typed a "U" typo . . . I always wore a gold stone ring, even as a wedding ring, that shortly after I left, Brett and moved to St. George, Shelley, who was fucking Brett, after I left him, and Kay too, I am sure, had a ring, just like I had, and I commented on the ring, and Shelley, doing the mafia, bitch, make-believe, mob bosses wife, thing, refusing to recognize me questions, about the ring, or seeing, herself, as me, as too good to talk to ME! LOL, nice try, dumb ass clown! LOL! Believe me, this crowd is into that movie, book, Catch Me if You Can! FAKE lawyer, doctor, pilot, and being taken in by the FBI, sounds about right! Shelley and Kay too, in the FBI, what would they do with a smart attorney . . . just typed a M, for murder!
Anyway, the Dove character and victim, was also given a poisoned milk shake by her BFF, while the friend was visiting her in the hospital and taking care of the daughter . . . . who was probably the smartest of all, starting the movie, with a story that shocked her elementary class, when she told the brutal, and bloody, murder of a real dove, killed by crows or ravens, that she saw take place outside her window, in sign and symbol of her mother, and she saw it! At the end of the movie, the little girl tells her class a nicer story, of how the doves, gets protected and is saved from the ravens and crows!
Dove Victim, Stabs Lover Doctor With Scalpel . . . NSA Turned OFF Spell Check, They Must Be Stealing This One . . . Can't Stop Me, So, Protect, the Crows and Raven Bitches!
But, in the end, before the attorney, warns the Dove not to go to the hospital, right as the poison is taking place from the docs hands, and the victim is now, too weak to stop the doc from taking her back to the killing scene, to legitimately carry out the plan, as was the case with me, Sue, one of Me, wanted to have me go to, fuck the famous, cancer oh, Mayo Clinic . . . symbolic of why the family, all expenses paid, for 6 months to the clinic, so some famous, Harvard trained doc, probably in Sue's Massechutte's ward, and Mitt's Mo stake, could fuck my brain up permanently, because, I didn't die, as planned, when poisoned, while at the UMA, Utah Medical Association . . . doctors, taking the hypocratic oath would never poison their own attorney who saved them from the big bad government! No! My family, also wanted me to go to the UCLA Hospital for a CAT Scan . . . symbolic, this blog will be scanned by the DIA, and changed to fit the CAT bitches, cover
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