"I TOOK AN OATH" . . . HOSTAGE, TO TERRORISTS!
When the Secret Service man, has gotten the hell and beyond beat out of him, talk about psychological pressure, and standing strong, but when he really, goes, from fear to bravery, is when, tDrhe idea of his oath, takes over, and he goes from being the victim, to being the aggressor, acting like Bruce Willis, in the Die Hard movies, Yippi Ki Yah! he takes on a hole different tone, strategy, elegance, in training--literally, telling the terrorist to fuck off, and that they FAILED their mission, and he was in charge, they needed him, more than he needed them to let them go, overcoming death, so to say or at least the fear of death, offering up, his fellow, hostage's last wishes to the member of the State Department's, family, calling the wife, telling her and the two sons, what the situation of their father's death was, and apologizing, but, he refuses to give in to terrorists, for the life, or lives, of those involved, even his girlfriend, at that point.
At the end, he won't reveal, the code name of the bunker, and, he tells her his loves her, and they are going to die together, connected, only by a cell phone, but he can't do anything about it, even when she is begging. Flying Colors, they stop the drill and training, and pull him out of the trunk, barely able to walk, after being cramped, into the fiberglass box, he has been in for hours. He really, didn't even, verbally, or expressly, reveal the spot of the bunker, other than to look, at the Washington Monument, and look at it a bit longer, with a sense of relief, and she said, is that where it is, and, feeling that he was safe, after feeling, as if I had been through the ordeal, myself, actually, I have, but for 4 years, and no hot job, waiting for me, but a sense of relief, at times, actually sleeping 8 hours, like in never, and always on edge, PTSD, you are going, come on, give the guy a fucking break, the attorney in me, was, husband/wife privilege, something, but as I thought about, the whole movie, it was like . . . too much at stake . . . honey traps, are probably the main reason, confidential, top secret, and other classified information, is revealed, so, NO, he could not do, that, even on a test, going from an A+ to an F! Sad, but the reality of the level of security that is involved, protecting a president, WARRANTS, only perfect devotion to the country and protecting the president!
Dreamscape . . . Night Anguish
About a year and a half ago, I had a dream, that I was in the White House, press conference room, and my oldest son, Mr. GQ, a bit older, a bit fuller, in an expensive, Italian, suit, is standing at the podium, but the seal of the United States, is not on it, and the word, PRESIDENT, is on a replacement plaque or piece of matching oak wood sign, extending beyond the podium, and there is nobody else in the room, except, my son, and me, and someone comes up from behind me, and whispers in my ear: Your son will be president some day. At the time, I thought, with 150 countries, adopting some form or another of the United States Constitution, there may be other countries, much like some of the territories of the United States, that enjoy some type of arrangement and protection, governing from the U.S., so, that is what I thought, that extension, might indicate, and the fact, that I was alone, might indicate, to me, that some of things, that I have gone through, will make him, more loyal, committed, and driven, in the cause of America, our vision, our leadership, and in what makes us great. Or it could mean, that, if I should die, I can rest assured, that my efforts were not in vain, or it could mean, that, seeing the way things were going, that, while I was the real mother, nobody was going to know, other than me having the satisfaction, of knowing that one of my children, is worthy, trusted, and electable, as not only the president of the U.S., but, there were other countries, that wanted to incorporate, those principles and concepts, found in the Constitution, as part of their rights, protections, freedoms, and liberties.
However, in retrospect, and in what I have learned, about the secret CIA wars, the British, Mormon, Mitt Romney, a Mormon President for the World, bull shit, that was being promoted, and fostered, by the woman, or one of them, the counterfeits, aka, ME, were promoting in the UK, very symbolic, the United Kingdom, acronym . . . LOL . . . I accidentally, typed, the word, kind! Only in your dreams, sweetheart! I am a package deal, sure, it is easy to be nice, when you get credit, for fucking a billion times what you could do, you get money, fame, privilege, honors, press, from a case, you, the nice gal, could not have done in a million to billion years, not only not knowing, 5 areas of law, that only came through government work, which she NEVER DID, plus, fighting your own clients, being challenged by their brother attorneys, with 40 years of law behind, them, and standing your ground, forcing your clients to chose, refusing to work with the brother, who looked at judges, as GODS? and having the guts, to stand up, on your first case, and determine a very risky, gutsy, brave, fast track to the U.S. Supreme Court, having never even tried or filed a case before, and just going for it, with all the faith in your own skills, to have that stolen, by a frail, weak, lame ass attorney, who was fired on the only case, a small fry case, by her own partner, with me filling in, writing a brief, winning the motion, and passing out, from sleep deprivation, the next day, observing, boyfriend attorney, finish the case, solo, without the bitch, that, is now, getting credit, no for some tort case, with the same four elements, case after case, after case, to the point of being, not a challenge at all, and giving this bitch, because she is fucking my ex, MY CASE, and hot jobs in DC? Are you fucking kidding me?
If my son, is going to be the president, over this shit, over a lie, over deception, counterfeits, those whom are fucking their opposing counsel, after taking depositions, who would sell the country for a fuck, FUCK NO! I want him to have NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM! The fact that the great seal of the United States is not on the podium, was not evident to me, at that time, but this CIA, MO, BRIT, take over the world, FUCK NO, I will be your biggest enemy son! When I had this dream, and posted it on my blog, me and my son had a month long, battle, because he is modest, and I dig the dream and hope, under the RIGHT, circumstances, he may someday, have that honor, being indoctrinated by the best, with the highest intentions, for this country, relying on true and tested principles, rights, concepts, freedoms and liberties, that I have a desire for the hold fucking world to share and enjoy! But, to reinstate, British monarchy over the rest of the world, as colonies, with a Mormon president for the world, and the U.S. cops, under Homeland Security, being the world police, I will beg Russia, to come join, Edward Snowden . . . Russia is becoming the old U.S. and we are becoming, some male fantasy, of polygamy, socialism, sex, controlling female reproduction, assholes, that want to be men, without actually being men, but being pansy ass liars, pussy whipped, and drunk, on cum, as the secret service guy, who failed, as President Obama's did in Columbia, and again, when they were drunk, recently at the White House . . . and who knows what risk that was to the President and thus the country . . . boring job, for the most part, but, nonetheless, critical and we all saw what happened, November 22, 1963, when the Secret Service, was serving Johnson, rather than President Kennedy, and who knows what compromises we have suffered ever since!
So, going to bed pondering those thoughts . . .
Dorms at a Prep School . . . Everything Dispersed All Over the Place!
Again, dreams are trippy stuff, and come from deep in the subconscious, used, by both prophets, and psychologists, alike, to give direction, personal information, and even divine confirmation and recognition to paths, one should take in life, as in me having a dream to go to law school, putting on the dress I was wearing in the dream, approaching a professor, the dean, and in less than 2 hours, being accepted without application, LSAT, letters of recommendation, or anything, and returning home, a new, law student, for the following year. My family mocked me than, and wants to be me now! No thanks, you guys can't tell the truth, let alone keep an oath, you would sell us down the river, in a New York second . . . NO thanks, on being me, and my son, will have to make his own decisions, and selling your soul is always an option.
In this dream, having been in the woman's dorm, at the Poverello Center, Missoula, Montana, for the last year, off and on, and living in a dorm like situation, this dream seemed to be a combination, of that, plus the movie, but with, huge ass, revealing, significance and symbolism, with a picture being worth a thousand words. I had this dream, sometime, in between, 4 and 6 A.M., when the staff, came in for wake-up call at 6, so I had it in those early morning hours, when you are most in dreamland, and that REM sleep, where dreams take place. When I awoke at 4 A.M. to use the restroom, I thought about getting up, but, decided, to lay and just plan my day and blog, and I have no money, so, no mon, no fun! and opted to wake till I had to get up. In the dream, breakfast was also on my mind, because, yesterday, I didn't get down stairs to breakfast, served from 4 to 7:30 A.M., until, recently, when, by 7 they are cleaning up, so, with no money, I wanted to get up, and eat before, embarking on my day's adventures.
I wake up in the dream, just like I would in the dorm, and everything is all crazy, changed, messed up, rearranged, and my stuff, is fucking, all over the place, with my bed, across the room, with what I recognized to be my sheets, but a different comforter, so, I spent some time, searching the other beds for my blanket and comforter, of which I don't have one, just sheets and one blanket, like are the rules, with me, being the only one that follows that, rule, most have three blankets, several pillows, and believe, me, there are homeless divas! LOL! But, as I am looking all over the place for my shit, shoes, socks, that are normally right by my bed, I accidentally, put on these white, running shoes, when mine are black, with black socks . . . black is the color, best, if you are ever homeless, nobody, notices, that you are wearing the same things day after day, and black is an easy color to wash off, and the cops, have far more women, my age, wearing black, to check out, because it makes you look thinner too! LOL! So, with most of the girls/women out of the dorm, I am behind the 8 ball, for breakfast, and can't seem to get all my shit, together, to get out the door and to breakfast, and it seems like in my dream, I just put a hat on, like I do, but normally, I have combed my hair, put on make-up, get perfumed up and then go down stairs . . . and I was later today, barely made it, and put on my cap, without make-up, or combing my hair, so, that dream may have indicated what my day was going to be like, getting up late!
Uniformed Girls, Prep School Look, Where's the Chow Hall?
Once awake and out the door, of the dorm, I came upon a campus, of some sort, with younger girls, dressed in prep school, or private school uniforms, red plaid skirts, white shirts, sweaters, knee high socks, and clod hoppers? Anyway, I came up some few stairs, and the grounds, were not maintained and kept up, the buildings were old, red brick, old school, and a group of girls were over by where the dining area seemed to be, and the clique or the gossip circle was in full bloom, and I never reached that close, before I woke up! Thank God, but, everything was in its place, and my shoes were where I put them, sheets and blanket, needed making, but all there, and I rushed, out the dorm, only to find, staff, quickly clearing up breakfast, which is not their job . . . assigned to residents? I interpreted the stuff scattered all over the place, as indicative, of what has happened to my life, in the past, 15 years, even more intense, in the last 4, when I came back practicing law, and got the shit knocked out of me AGAIN!
Much, like, being resurrected from the tombs, after the first take down, back in 2000, when I was given a death sentence and told I would never live beyond 2 years, nor work again . . . wishful thinking on the part of the government! LOL! But, a friend of mine, Gina Merrell, literally, with her computer skills, later bought, by the enemy, got on the internet, having trained attorneys, in the Las Vegas area, on new computer technology, and having written at least one book and a monthly newsletter, got on the web, and started trying to find me, finding that most things, that I claimed to have done, where now given, credit to others, and one of the few, things that connected me to my past, and my last employment, were to PDF files, that could not be erased, or someone refused to let them be erased: (1) was an article, I wrote for the University of Utah, Medical School, Annual Review, on a Holistic Approach to Domestic Violence, a Community Approach, having been hated by the medical community, as a former, assistant attorney general, writing an award winning manual, now, with only Kris Knowlton's name on it, me doing the grant, and 75% of the manual, pulling her, in to help me, and me doing all the design, etc., so I was pissed, but, the docs and I went to war, at the legislature, me beating them, without more than a one page letter, with the UMA, offering me the job, as general counsel, telling pissed of docs that I had pushed around, and had no sympathy, for, complaining that if they reported domestic violence, they might have to go to court, and those attorneys, all their continuances, etc., just would not work, money is time, fuck the patient, right? But, I just responded, that is payback for making attorneys wait, to see the doctor! They didn't laugh! LOL, but I did . . . MEAN STREAK A MILE WIDE! LOL . . . the prep girls, as these women are compared to me, would never, piss off doctors, NEVER, $$$$$$$$$$! And (2) was an after thought, small time gig, I thought, working for Quicknowledge, making a few bucks on the side, really not needing the money, but realizing that I had a wealth of information, on the elderly, having been staff attorney, for the Utah Division of Aging, writing guidelines and explanations of the benefits and challenges of obtaining, a guardianship or conservatorship of an elderly person and their estate.
But for those two PDF's, I could never have been brought back from the Tomb, with Tomb Raiders, taking away, a stellar legal career! Actually, as I came back, at that time, and wrote, or co-authored, a plan for a withdrawal from Afghanistan, faxing it to the White House from the DIXIE State College at the time, now University, using, the computer lab, faculty fax, to send the document to David Axelrod, Chief of Staff, at the time, now, Josh Ernst, but, the NSA, FBI, CIA, and the crew were on my ass, from the very second, I started, getting political again, with 57 screens open on a love letter, I wrote to Brett, back, in 2009, several years after LEAVING HIM, with him hooking up with Shelley and Kay, probably hooking up with all the prep school girls! LOL, man, does that fit! And the clothing, even the bed sheets and comforter, former lovers, boyfriends, husbands alike, have to have joined in this wide and deep conspiracy, to take prep school girls, which is exactly, how they compare, in the law, cliquey, gossipy, and dumb ass doorknobs, and I am suppose, I guess, to allow, them to spread MY SHIT, MY STUFF, MY LIFE, MY KIDS, MY BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, all over the place? FUCK NO!
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