Monday, January 4, 2016

PORKY PIG & PORKY PIG! MERIT SMOKES--HURRICANE . . . YOU AGAIN! NO SHIT! HUSTLERS: HUNTING MAGNOTTA (2012); SEXTORTIUM OF AMANDA TODD--FIFTH ESTATE; MIAMI BLUES--WE'RE GLAD YOU ARE IN MIAMI--LET'S BE COPS! PRIMROSE HOTEL . . . TOTAL LOOPED GROUP. MONTANA COWBOY POLO! SMART FRISBEE . . . IS THAT REALLY, PRINCESS, NOT SO BRIGHT, OR IS SHE PRETENDING? LOL! FREEZE, POLICE; FREEZE POLICE . . . I HAD TO GIVE HIM THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT--HE HAD SOME GOOD QUALITIES? SPIRIT IN THE SKY . . . GOTTA HAVE A FRIEND NAMED JESUS, GONNA RECOMMEND YOU TO THE SPIRIT IN THE SKY, GOIN' TO THE PLACE THAT'S BEST . . . BEAUTIFUL LOSER, YOU JUST DON'T NEED IT ALL! GREAT LIFE, GIVEN ME A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY, LIKE A COMMON CITIZEN. DO YOU REALLY KNOW WHO HIS IS? HE SPENT HIS LIFE IN PRISON! HE'S GROWN UP BEHIND BARS--HE'S RUNNING AROUND PLAYING COP, ASSAULTING AND ROBBING PEOPLE. I WANT TO HAVE A NORMAL LIFE: (1) GO TO WORK; (2) COME HOME TO A CLEAN HOUSE; (3) COME HOME TO A LOVING WIFE, JUST LIKE YOU; (4) I DON'T WANT TO HAVE ANY BABIES, THIS WORLD IS A SHIT HOLE; (5) DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THAT? I DO, WELL I DO. I CAN HAVE ANYTHING I WANT, BUT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WANTED. BURGER WORLD--WHAT'S THE PURPOSE? WELL TO MAKE A LIVING . . . SAVE YOUR MONEY, YOU BUY A LITTLE HOUSE, AND THEN YOU LIVE HAPPY EVER AFTER. FUCK BURGER WORLD--LET'S GO STRAIGHT TO THE HOUSE AND HAPPY EVER AFTER. I'M GOING TO TAKE CARE OF YOU; YOUR GOING TO TAKE CARE OF ME--MARRIED PEOPLE, PULL TOGETHER AND THEY GET RICH. I'M GOING TO TAKE SUCH GOOD CARE OF YOU . . . I USED TO ROB PEOPLE, WHO ROBBED PEOPLE . . . KIND OF LIKE ROBIN HOOD . . . YEAH, BUT I DON'T GIVE THE MONEY TO THE POOR PEOPLE. NOTHING BUT HOODS, EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT HOODS, DRESSED IN FINE SUITS AND DRESSES . . . HOODS JUST THE SAME! SKIP ALL THAT LAW SCHOOL STUFF, WORKING STIFFS SHIT, AND GOT RIGHT FOR THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER. OH, YOU SAY, FRANK GOLDSCHMIDT . . . SUE ON HER BEST DAY, COULDN'T WRITE ONE OF THESE BLOGS, NOR DO THE LAW, NOR ANALYZE THE CONSTITUTION, AND STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THE WATER COMPACT, YOUR A DUMB SHIT! MEGGIE, LITTLE CON LAW BITCH, SHE IS NOT . . . KEEP HER ASS THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY TOO! IN THE MOVIE, "MIAMI BLUE" AT LEAST THE COP, WHO GOT BEATEN UP, HIS BADGE STOLEN, HIS TEETH STOLEN, AND FRAMED FOR MURDER AND CUTTING IN ON A MIAMI VICE COPS, DIRTY TERRITORY, WENT AFTER ALEC BALDWIN, THE HUSTLER, BEAUTIFUL LOSER, WHO GOT HIS FINGERS CUT OFF, SHOT, AND DIED . . . HE WANTED ALL THE RIGHT STUFF, HAD A ROUGH UPBRINGING, BUT WANTED TO GET THE HAPPY EVER AFTER, ON THE BACKS OF GOOD WORKING FOLKS, LIKE ME AND MY SON! I THINK, YOU WILL BE ABLE TO RECOGNIZE BRETT, IN HUNTING MAGNOTTA, OBSESSED WITH BEAUTY & PERFECTION, LOOKS & INTELLIGENCE . . . BUT, HE DIDN'T LEARN TO SMOKE MERIT CIGS! IN OTHER WORDS, HE WAS A MAN LACKING IN SUBSTANCE, AND WAS ALL ABOUT FORM--KAY, JUST WANTED ATTENTION, WHEREVER SHE COULD GET IT--BASICALLY, FROM BEING ME . . . AND LITTLE PRIMROSE, MODEST MOUSE . . . FUCK YEAH, THEY HAD TO BE NICE, THEY HAD TO KISS ASS, HAD TO CONJOILE AND BRIBE, GO FOR THE GREATEST GOOD, FOR THE GREATEST NUMBER OF PEOPLE, BRING EVERYONE IN ON THE BOOTY AND BOUNTY, STOLEN FROM MY FAMILY, EVEN, POSSIBLY GETTING MY KIDS TO JOIN THEM . . . THEIR ALL ADULTS, THEY CAN CHOOSE . . . BUT, I AM SURE AS HELL, NOT, FOR LOVE, NOR MONEY, GOING TO GIVE UP MY GOOD NAME! THEY CAN TRASH THEIR NAMES . . . LITTLE MS. DUMB ASS, COULDN'T EVEN TRUMP ME, AFTER A 10 OR 15 YEAR START AS AN ATTORNEY, AND HER CREDENTIALS, KIDS, WERE NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR BRETT'S EGO, HE HAD TO HAVE A PEDIGREE, LIKE MINE, TO GET, INTO THE COP SHOPS, TO GO RIGHT TO THE TOP, WHERE HE FOOLED THE BEST, ALLEGEDLY, IN LAW ENFORCEMENT . . . BUT FOR THE WORK, I HAVE DONE, TO SOLVE THIS SHIT MESS, NOTHING WOULD HAVE BEEN DONE, AND MAY STILL NOT, BUT THE BLOOD OF MANY WILL BE ON YOUR DIRTY ASS COPS HANDS! AND YOU WILL FUCK THE COUNTRY IN THE PROCESS! ME AGAIN! DAMNED RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What Are the Last Four Numbers of the Card You are Using?  What the Fuck?  Now, Why in the Hell, Would the Hustlers Want My Walmart Money Card?

This morning, in a dream, I was walking down the halls of an elementary school, with empty halls, and along the walls, there were coat hangers . . . I wanna be a lawyer, doctor or professor; I want air conditioning, a cottage at the lake, a member of the UMC, and all the money I can have, I want a yacht for sailing, my wife, if she's a bit too free . . . a wanna pool to swim in, an office in the city, wear fancy suits, secretary pretty, stock in, blah, blah, blah, Seger is always right there with me, singing about what I am writing about, magic!  Back to the dream . . . so, I am walking down this school hall, and on the walls, there is an orange board, or secure piece of whatever, you can, nail or screw coat hooks, and that will hold the weight of winter coats and backpacks, and not fall off.  On top of the orange board, or whatever, there were blue hand prints, all the way along, on top of the orange.  This was a short, but simple dream, but very significant, in its own respect, due to the setting of the dream, the colors, the symbolism of the sure and stable, at the base, and the one bolted to the wall, to hold the pressure and weight of the kids stuff, that would be hanging on the hooks; however, the blue hand prints, that you will find, not only on the paperwork of kids, art projects in elementary school, but you will see, it in connection with having paint, blood, or dirty hands, on this object or that, as is the case here, going, way back, possibly to elementary, covering the board, from start to finish.

Trace the Money, Know the Motive

I remember Shelley, my older sister, who sold books to elementary school librarians, for Gumdrop Books, say, Be rich or die trying!, right after I had left Brett, and he seemed to hook up with her, and Kay, simultaneously, at the same time, Elliot's band, God's Revolver, put out their first CD, Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider, and about the time, that Shelley, Tiffany and Jesse Anderson, started, running off, tons of blank, CD's, with just the single word, Bandits, on them, getting credit cards, and bank accounts, all over the place, probably on my name, my credit, my Social Security Card, my driver's license, etc.  But, the color orange, is significant, in symbolism to me, because, I have associated that color, the color of the carpet in our house in Ogden, where Elliot and Chris were born and raised, younger years, with Greta and Nicole, but where my entire focus, in their lives and my own, was giving them a solid foundation, of love, education, learning, and intellect.  I have mentioned before, that the color blue, is the color I associate, with the Mormon Church, my family, due to the blaze' and mundane color, of blue, my least liked color, other than a backdrop for the green of the mountains, or the red of the mountains, streams, rivers, vegetation, and nature.

So, investigators, may, have to go back to elementary to find me, and you will find, a total, stroke of genius, or smart, stuff, going all the way through my life, secure, rock steady, solid, always earned, nothing given, starting with elementary school, going to junior high, into high school, onto college, where I really started to blossom, finding out, how smart I really was, or was willing to explore, growing more and more in law school, expanding more, as I started my career, and even after being told, I would never work again, and was dying of a terminal brain disease, then going, at a break neck speed, to the U.S. Supreme Court, in a specialty area of law, securities, and then, coming to realize, as I was sworn, in January 23, 2012, that the High Court, had in fact, used the results of my arguments, 4th amendment, being read that day, by Justice Scalia, a constitutional strict constructionist, a role model, and someone, I wrote a personal, brief, letter, and told of the fraud on the Court, the night before I was sworn in, reporting the break in, or let in, of my fraudulent, stealer's of the case . . . nothing was done about it.  Only to go find, that the deals were made, at the 10th Circuit, later, with Kay, stepping in, filing, the Lodge Pole, docketing, entry, because, I didn't do that one, and then Hank, filing that Joanne Secrist, replaced, JoAnn S. Secrist, as counsel on the $357 million securities case, with me promising my dirty ass clients, Hank and Jay, knowing this was connected to Mitt Romney's election, and stealing my case, because, Kay was too stupid to do the case for them originally!  They even pulled me out of jail, on contempt for court charges, orchestrated, as part of the steal, before, they realized, that I had filed a brief, with my picture, I.D., driver's license, and bar association card, because, I knew they cut me off from my e-filing, and the steal was going down!

Pathway to Hell, Is Paved with Good Intentions

I did make good on my promise, to that the mother fucker, their man, Mitt, down, if I had to do it myself, hiding in Yellowstone, going in for the kill thrill, writing emails, from Jackson and Bozeman city libraries, being chased, hunted by cops, cowboys, Shelley, Brett and Kay's crews, on the private cop payroll!  LOL! Wanna tangle again, over Trump?  I have the big stick the blog!  MY money didn't help Mitt the Mutt, blue ass Mo, nor will it help Trump, the speed bump, Koch, brothers, impotent!  LOL!  Fuck, Citizens United, that this bunch of hustlers were probably behind too . . . lotta good it did!  Ha, ha, LOL!  People want, good hard, solid, facts, statistics, examples, not fucked up platitudes and lies, form the secret, CIA/MORMON BULL SHIT, AGENDAS!  We are not going to stand by and let, ONE FUCKING PERCENT OF THE COUNTRY, control the outcome of this nation . . . fucking Trump, wants to get rid of the CONSTITUTION, the highest law of the land, for safety . . . Thomas Jefferson, said, if you go for safety, you will lose both safety and freedom!  

Orange, is smart life choices, from start to finish, whatever, forced, fabricated, orchestrated, constructed, planned, bull shit, I am in now, it because, these fuckers, robbed, stole, everything I had, because, they wanted to strip me of every sign of success, of the cases I had, the computers that recorded, briefs and contracts with clients, the furniture, all paid for in cash, stunningly well decorated, because, I have style and class . . . even my fat, was orchestrated, and planned by them, having been, 140 pounds at the time, they poisoned me.  No, whatever, shit has befallen me, is their design, their, jealousy, their envy, their desire to control my son and me, his career in music, my success in the law, running simultaneously with each other, trashed together, and with strong bonds of love, between me and all my kids, until, in-laws, out-laws, teamed to poison, that bond, trying tJoo alienate affection, because, they could get a clear shot at Elliot and his music with Mama Kodiak bear, with fangs in their dirty, stinky asses and pussies, disgusting in their filth! their lies, their thievery, their blind ambition to be a lawyer, doctor, or professor, all of which, I either had been, or was the attorney for, over all 3,000 docs, in the state, through the Utah Medical Association!  Eat your lazy ass fucking hearts out losers!  

Dirty blue, Motherfucking Mormon hands, have tried to act, like they have covered and done all that I have done, erasing me, as much as they could, but, with so much, still showing, that their puny, hands, like kids art, is nothing more than amateur attempts, to imitate me, leaving orange, all the fuck over and around their baby blue hands, trying to be grown ups, lawyer, doctor or professor!  LOL, and so much fucking more!

Going Freud on You, Again--Brett Obsess with Beauty and Perfection--Focus on Thin, Fake Boobs, Hair . . . Tried to Make That Smart!  LOL!

Brett would always, try to reveal himself, to me, through the movies, he picked out: (1) Mormons and Mobsters; (2) Some Like It Hot; (3) Hot for the Teacher, or something with Doris Day and Rhett Butler, she was an English professor, like me, and he was a reporter, who she hated, and he took her class and they, fell in love . . . I always wondered, if Brett took my family law class, at the University of Utah . . . he worked up at the Medical Center for years, said he was in Salt Lake City, for 20 years? (4) Stuart Bliss; (5) Ned Lloyd, telling and prototype for what he did to my son and me . . . guys wins the lottery, and dies of shock on the toilet, so his friends find him, and take the ticket out of his hand, decide to fool the lottery people, get the whole town, in on the secret, and then split the $7,000 lottery money . . . try a billion! and (6) Joann Going Down!  

The only time, my family, sisters, parents, husbands, have ever hand it over me, was when, they had poisoned me, and I thought, I was going to die . . . other than that, no way, no how!  LOL!  So, with this last, bout, going to the U.S. Supreme, they were all still in complete, denial that I came back from the dead, had been resurrected, and was kicking up more shit, than I ever did before they tried to kill me the first time; however, denial, is a powerful thing, because, as Alec Baldwin, in the movie, falls into a false sense of security, living the normal, respectable life, other people do who work and earn their livings, he is not infallable, immortal, and all powerful, able to dupe everyone, even with a cop's badge and gun!  This feeling of false superiority, over the real, the bright, the earned, the smart, the alert, the genius . . . he used to wonder if I was a savant?  What the fuck, no, I am just smart, but he was being fed lines, as if, I never had a history of being an attorney, before I met him, or maybe he thought, Shelley's lies were right, and I was just a retard, with a brilliant mind in the area of constitutional law . . . Shelley is so full of shit, her eyes are brown and green, with shit and envy, making hazel!  LOL!

Newsflash, dip shits, you are not the smart ones, you couldn't control, stop, kill, jail, one, woman, who was superior to all of you, your cops, your spy gear, your FBI fusion centers, this morning adding, what is the last 4 numbers of the card your calling on . . . never been asked that, and I only have one card, other one, stolen, returned, was cancelled, with no other activity . . . so, why in the hell would the auto man ask me that . . . to track, the other card, used and claimed by Joanne Secrist?  You fucking fools, the more desperate you get, the more mistakes you are making and the easier and easier this case is getting!  LOL!  You see the reason, to try to piggy bank on my Walmart Money Card, is because Shelley has been doing it since, at least 2011, trying to pretend, she is the real, JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D. who defended Allan Rex Bess, and prove that Frank, the ball sack of shit, who is not even half the man, Allan was, is Allan, the Vietnam War Hero, just like Rachel and James, are trying to be, JoAnn of Butte, Durango, meeting up with James, in Butte and Durango . . . no, I have not seen James since, March, 2015!!!!!  

Just Someone Smart, Moral, Cool, Fun, Spirit in the Sky!  LOL!

Just like Kay and Brett, are not, JoAnn and Brett, patterns, patterns, patterns, and add about, five or more lying ass fuckers, and you will get the picture.  All the fucking cops, feds, mafia, know, for damned sure who I am, but I won't suck their dicks, nor let them stick their sticks in my ass! and I have left all of them, including Kennedy!  Rachel and James are about the same mentality . . . is Princess, really not so bright, or is she pretending!  LOL!  Neither one of them, are smart . . . guy I referred to yesterday, man of letters, headless, with the caption, Don't Overthink It!  LOL!  Bod man, bod woman, dumb as door knobs!  LOL . . . you deserve her body and her mind!  LOL!  Balancing out, just as all the other pairs have!  LOL!  Porky Pig, deserves, Porky Pig . . . Bonnie and Clyde, deserve each other too, Shelley is the Bride of Frankenstein with all her duck lips, fake tits, facelift scars around the ears, through the crown of her head, the only fucking crown that bitch will ever wear!  I earn my shit, my degrees, my money, my cases, my kids, until you fuckers, tried to corrupt them . . . one more dumb ass trick, thick, they have my DNA and will eventually, rise to the occasion, and probably at the worst time for you fuckers . . . you can't buy LOVE!
  • Hunting Magnotta . . . obsessed with himself, seeks attention, any where he can get it, obsessed with his looks, volunteered for plastic surgery . . . his first words to me, were . . . don't hate me, because I'm beautiful! I just needed a place to live!  LOL!  Fooled you, you must be confusing me with Shelley, Kay, or one of your Cop bitches!  Smart Ice Princess.  This will give you a psychological, pathological make up of Brett.  This guy starts by trying modeling, TV shows, later, turns to making videos of suffocating baby kitties, later turns to killing Asian kid, taunting cyber watch, who warned the cops to pick him up, but not enough to arrest, later, when a foot was discovered, in the garbage outside Magnotta's apartment, and his neighbor missing, the cops, started to take note, too bad, so late!  This kid, thinks, like most psychopaths, he is too smart, the narcissism, will prove his undoing.  You see, Shelley and crew, had their way with me, because, I thought I was dying, and they stole all credibility . . . remember, Hubert Humphrey's running mate, Elseberg, or whatever his name was, just one visit to the psych doc, and he was toast as a running mate, and V.P., when they poisoned me, they knew, from history, how to get rid of a smart female attorney, protecting doctors, and citizens from state and federal cops . . . give the bitch a terminal brain disease . . . came back to haunt you, didn't it, a 100 fold!
  • Sextortium of Amanda Todd . . . Kay Todd Stuart/Stewart, and I don't want to minimize, the tragedy of this young girl's life and death, due to cyber, blackmailers.  I just want people to know, the personality of little Kay, that everyone wants to protect, the big strong cops, even when they know, she is dirty as hell, not me, lying out of her brown, full of shit, eyes, probably bent over for everyone, so they would like her and be loyal to her.  I remember, Brett, telling me that his friend, Randy, wanted to have sex with me, and would I . . . FUCK NO!  But, Kay is much more dependent, more insecure, needs approval, not only of Brett, but of everyone, she wants attention and everyone to love her.  When you are the real McCoy, you don't need to placate anyone, sell out to anyone, bend over for anyone and take it in the ass . . . because, they have nothing on you, no dirt, nothing . . . you are your own boss, your own, woman, call your own shots, and you don't need some lame ass, pimping you out to cops, to bend over and fuck, or take in the ass, so they will like you, and I imagine, Kay is on tape, with Brett, and others, endearing her, kind of like Daddy's Little bouncing buddies, women too . . . all about sex, looks, and nothing about, really being good, at cops work, or at attorney work . . . CKLW . . . See Kay Love W. Bushies!  LOL . . . the fucking Patriot Act boys, love her for allowing herself to be used, and abused, so she could be protected, in lying out of her skinny ass . . . she can't be bad ass, she always lamented the fact that she didn't have one . . . so not a good match, either body wise or in the law . . . a joke as much as her flat pancake ass!  LOL!
  • Miami Blues . . . Rachel always wanted to be cherished, the white picket fence . . . and she is not pretending!  LOL, she really is that dumb!

Excellent Personality Profiles . . . LOL!

Fuck, This is Fun!!!!!!!

Bob Seger . . . Rosalee, she's everybody's favorite little record girl!  LOL!  She's got the power, she makes her choices, she knows music, she's got the power . . . too bad, she is ME!  I don't see, the Alamo, the fake band, rockin' the record charts, and I am the one, who resurrected Elliot's, God's Revolver on my blog, getting, before all the splits, exposing the real guys, the deserving band, the ones who earned the fame, money, glory, rock star status, YOU BITCHES AND BASTARDS STOLE FROM HIM, AND CAN'T MAKE IT WITHOUT ELLIOT NOW, BECAUSE HE BRINGS OVER 100 MILLION UP TICK, BACK TWO YEAR AGO, ON "MY" BLOG!  Bitch, Kay, Cop, PORKY PIG, Wife, gets about a snap shot of 33,000 . . . I am on every .com, in 5 fucking versions, let alone on all search engines, top 3 to 5 hits, fuck, I was getting snap shots of 1.5 million hits, in 34 seconds, the first week, I started MY blog, bitch!

P.S., after writing about, my computer, being logged in, Chicago Time, while I was in Missoula, Mountain Standard Time, Denver . . . the fuckers, got the fuck off my COMPUTER . . . now, this morning, asking me to give my last 4 digits of my money card, seriously, you don't think, I am smart enough to figure out, you are fucking, PORKY PIGGING IT AGAIN . . . they have never asked for that, until, the other day, I tried to key in my Social Security Number, and whatever, I typed, came in as another number up on the screen . . . they fixed that, but, then they asked for the last 4 numbers, and when I typed those in, other numbers came up, and the auto fucker, said that was not a correct answer, so they are fucking, making it look, like, there is only one card, Shelley's, or whatever flavor of bitch, is using it . . . and hiding, the real number, MINE . . . Why?
  • it proves, that the woman, who got this new computer and took pictures of the two money cards, actually on the new computer, she gave all the stats, on, as she did on the phone, with the new number and the money cards, comparing and showing the new card, is the person, writing this blog . . . I am at the Oxford, just had breakfast, or before writing this blog, came in around, 8:30 A.M., paid cash, but I will put lunch on my new money card, proving, I am exactly where I say I fucking am .  . . Missoula, using the card, ending in 8690 . . . but, I am sure the little change this morning, is the FBI fusion center, adding that, so they can cover, the fake or double Joanne cards!
  • now, they tried to fuck this blog, making all the letters different than what I was typing, proving the NSA is protecting, Kay, Brett, Shelley, Rachel, James, Daddy Warbucks, thick as thieves . . . but, if I am the one, owning the card ending in 8699, then, I am at the Poverello, I am the one, who got my shit stolen, I am the one, writing the blog, I am the one with the rock star son, the one, who did the Brock case, the Cheek case, the Tom Vail cases in Nevada, the ones the CIA fucked with, and stole, I am the one, who has the great resume, the one, who was a former, assistant attorney general, staff attorney for both the Utah Division of Aging and The Utah Medical Association, I am the one that kicked the shit out of the cops, in asset forfeiture, Medicaid/Medicare fraud investigations, saved, financial planners and docs, nation wide, insisting on due process and 4th amendment rights for protects, I am the one with the four great kids, Greta, Nicole, Chris and Elliot . . . and yes, they are young, and have had challenges beyond, what young adults there age, ever should have had to face, be interfered with threatened by, infiltrated in marriage, cheated out of work, jobs, living arrangements, as they have done to their mother too
  • I am also, the one the fucking Mormon Mafia, Government Mafia, Mafia Mob and others have tried to kill, murder, lay to rest, put down, silence, or whatever way, you want to look, at fucking hits, prison, jail, then killing, chasing, for the last 4 years, but fucking with for the last 15, or more!

Given My Dream . . . I Think, That Indicates, They Fucked Me Back to Elementary School . . . a Winner there TOO!

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