Hot Streaks. Cold Snaps. Dry Spells. When Investing, Wears Layers . . . Don't Overthink It!
Let there be no mistake, that, I, JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., attorney for the outraged, is sitting, in the Blarney Stone Cafe', St. Patrick's Providence Hospital, Missoula, Montana, and it is 10:19 P.M., Mountain Time
Denver, on my computer, that I have to put on 24 hour time, because if I put it, according to my location, while never leaving Missoula, I have been in Chicago and California, since I purchased and set this clock to my time, here in Missoula . . . so, these fucks, are already on my computer, and just who the fuck do you think, is giving them access to my computer? Maybe the NSA . . . if you go back to the day, I first mentioned that I got, a new 15 inch, acer computer last week and gave the make, model, serial codes, etc., the time was with me; however, as I wrote, and the fraud squad, figured out, that, I didn't hang onto the other acer Espire, I bought three days, earlier, because, they were already controlling the damned thing, and I couldn't get anything done . . . but, I mentioned that as I was writing my blog for the day, my computer was going nuts, or Kay, Shelley, my father, or the NSA, whomever, is watching my computer, 24/7, was making my computer, jump, all over the place, trying to make me stop typing, so they could get control before I wrote about there shit . . . trash these fuckers daily! But, they must have gotten control, because they are controlling my time zone, making it look, like I am them, bringing my computer, on all my travels. When in reality, I haven't strayed further than bus #4, to Bonner goes, maybe 12 miles out of town!
Denver, on my computer, that I have to put on 24 hour time, because if I put it, according to my location, while never leaving Missoula, I have been in Chicago and California, since I purchased and set this clock to my time, here in Missoula . . . so, these fucks, are already on my computer, and just who the fuck do you think, is giving them access to my computer? Maybe the NSA . . . if you go back to the day, I first mentioned that I got, a new 15 inch, acer computer last week and gave the make, model, serial codes, etc., the time was with me; however, as I wrote, and the fraud squad, figured out, that, I didn't hang onto the other acer Espire, I bought three days, earlier, because, they were already controlling the damned thing, and I couldn't get anything done . . . but, I mentioned that as I was writing my blog for the day, my computer was going nuts, or Kay, Shelley, my father, or the NSA, whomever, is watching my computer, 24/7, was making my computer, jump, all over the place, trying to make me stop typing, so they could get control before I wrote about there shit . . . trash these fuckers daily! But, they must have gotten control, because they are controlling my time zone, making it look, like I am them, bringing my computer, on all my travels. When in reality, I haven't strayed further than bus #4, to Bonner goes, maybe 12 miles out of town!
No, I am not the FBI, jetsetter, JoAnn, or Joanne, married, as least early on, to Brett, your super spy, liar, Mo Bishop, never swears, just murders, young girls from Logan, before getting, respectability, a former assistant attorney general, and money from my son's band, could buy him, dragging Kay, along, after I dropped his sorry ass! This is not an issue of star against star, this is me, going against myself, or my son, going against his musical brilliance and rock star beauty! No, these shallow, low level, mob scum, have nothing going on, but, US . . . they hate us, because they ain't us! Go, look up, Kay Burningham, in the Utah State Bar, or on facebook, and you will see what her level of legal skills, brings, what her writing is . . . boring, boring, boring . . . a book about Mormons, but more about tort or wrongful acts, law, and Kay's neck injuries, from an automobile accident, she now shakes like she has Parkinson's Disease . . . set a trap for me, fall in it yourself. I was suppose to die of a rare terminal brain disease, and it is you, you fucking cunt, who, is likely dying, hopefully of some terminal injury! I am sure Brett has fucked everything that walked, but he will miss our little criminal mind, and you his, serial killer instincts . . . but, don't worry about those two, worry about the constitutional law attorney . . . that damaging, exposing bitch! Add that bitch Shelley to this three-some, the whore, for all men, 4 kids from four different fathers, none of which she was married to, but hey, I swear . . . she is the nice one, and me the naughty one . . . no, in your stupid, lame ass brains, that is how stupid you are, murder ranks beneath, swearing . . . and is there any wonder, the Dutch and the Brits, non-church goers, are more moral, ethical, and even fear God, and put the fear of God in their oaths, for 90,000 bankers . . . in American banking, an oath, like with the FBI, CIA, etc., and attorneys, they are mere buzz words, and don't mean any change in behavior, loyalty, or adherence to the dictates of sound business practices.
Side note, Bob Seger in the background, singing the song, Rosalee, she's got the power, everyone's little favorite music girl, Rosalee, she's the best little record . . . knows music . . . no, she is claiming to write what I write, as her's, a computer, clock, dumb fuckers. No, it is I who knows music, raised the rock star, and fostered his talents, encouraged, wrote blogs, to bring back God's Revolver, and other bands, and the impostor, mom(s), listened to phone conversations, read emails, notes, heard me talk to brother's and sisters, about Elliot's music, and when I planned to meet Elliot behind stage, in Denver, with the Ditch and the Delta, magically, there were no buses, going through Denver, like the last, fucking 3 trips, I was rerouted through Parowan, where a sniper was waiting, with the bus, going to Las Vegas, to get to Salt Lake City . . . I just got off the bus, hid behind, trucks, slid in the TA, and switched buses, and got the hell back to Montana! No, Kay, Shelley, Rachel, Sue, all the fucking whores, who would ditch their own sorry ass children, they raised, and take credit for MY KIDS, YOU FUCKING CUNT ASS WHORES! Leaches, leaches, leaches . . . the fucking cops, torment me, they don't help me, they are on YOUR FUCKING PAYROLLS!
Signing Bonus, Worth it's Weight In Goldman Sachs!
One of the defendants, that Wall Street, in fact, Goldman Sachs, as I recall, protected, Tony something, a former, state of Utah, securities division, agent or attorney, and we were unable to serve him, why, I don't know, because, it seems like I called to find out where the fucker, lawsuit dodger, was housed, after leaving the Utah Division of Securities, whom I sued, for overzealous investigations and prosecutions . . . so, I know, that those Mo connections are invaluable, because, they connect you into the whole fucking federal government, federal prosecutors, investigators, and regulators . . . the Mormon Church, springing from Salt Lake City, Utah, is small, but powerful, connected, especially in Washington, D.C.! And who is it that investigates financial crimes, securities fraud, banking issues and fraud? You got it, Mormons to the tune of 70% or more of the task force over crimes, whether in the FBI or with international jurisdictions, the CIA . . . so what the fuck, is my client, Thomas G. Vail, doing having lunch with the CIA? later, after lunch, claiming he never had a retaining agreement with me . . . implied contracts, and he responded to my contract, by signing GREAT . . . acknowledging service and the go ahead, paying me $2500, to start with, giving me his, alleged, $10,000 solid oak home bar, I used for my parties, to serve drinks, bought me tickets, to concerts in Vegas, sent, Southwick, cover, Edward Soutwick and wife, Karoi, because, I could not make it to the concert at the South Point Casino, where Tom hangs out all the time, eating often at the Italian Restaurant, mob owned, across the street from the casino, taking me there to eat a time or two . . . not your attorney, then why in the fuck did you bug the shit out of me for fucking, year and a half?
My niece, Katy Nelson, of Bountiful, Marcie and Mark Nelson's daughter, just married a guy, I believe, who graduated from Utah State University, who was just hired by, a Goldman Sachs? Worth their weight in solid ass gold, either through, stealing and investing my money, or my son's money, or having that insider's Mormon track with the FBI, having served a Mo mission with his companion, or is related, or lived in a Mo ward somewhere, in the world . . . believe me, I can't go anywhere, and not run into someone I know, and I am not active, have not been for years! Don't overthink this thing . . . this is a RICO action, and the association that holds the criminal enterprise together, through, is the fucking Mormon Church, branching out, to all involved parties, making up the inner circle! That's why it is so critical that Kay, or one of the girls, hoochy coochy girls, can pull of being me, because, I am the one with the background, name, fame, history, and they just watch my computers, phones, blogs, listen on surveillance, I don't have fucking access dumb asses to steal, my own stories, writings, nor the clout, now, to put the harm on my children, forcing compliance with the mob, or they will fuck with them, like they did all of them, except, Nicole, because they didn't need to, she was active MO, and loyal, and bought the bull shit, Sue and Kevin Shit were giving her . . . all my kids were fairly young, all devoted children, until, the mob, stepped in and started, fucking with their relationship . . . I talked to Nicole, who the last time she came to Utah, stayed with Sue, and I only saw her for minutes, because, she was told that I had a warrant . . . my kids are extremely law abiding, therefore, I am sure that insider, George, Cuban mafia, joined Mo church, for political connections, tainted and joined in on the character assassination . . . if I had a warrant, I couldn't stay at shelters, missions, etc.
Saul Bellow's Planet
In another great article, in The Atlantic Magazine, I was struck, by the comparisons, between my own, older sister, and Maury, Bellow's older brother, so by way of example, I wanted to draw some comparisons from the words of the author of the piece, Judith Shulevitz:
"Parents and wives, came and went, but Maury remained . . . As peremptory and violent as their father but more competent, Maury epitomized the cult, of power and material success that both fascinated and repelled Bellow. I recognized in him the day-to-day genius of the U.S.A. . . . In the same conversation, Roth observed that Maury's reckless, angry spirit was " the household deity of Augie March. By the time Maury finished law school, he had already started collecting graft for a corrupt Illinois state representative, skimming off the top for himself and his mother. A charismatic ladies' man with an illegitimate son, Maury was "very proud of his extraordinary group of connections, his cynicism, his insiderhood, Bellow told Roth. . . . The competitive byplay between Maury-style machers and sensitive soul-questers recurs frequently in Bellow's fiction. The classic example is the sadomasochistic relationship between the mobster Ronald Cantabile and the intellectual Citrine . . . The rivalry between the brothers may have been even more extreme in life than it was in art. When Bellow won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1976, his brother refused to come to Stockholm for the ceremony. Maury's grandson reconstructed his thinking as follows. "How dare Saul win the Nobel Prize when I'm really the smart one, I'm the one."
In my case, I was both the attorney, the literary person, and won a shit load of honors, awards, etc. for writing, and now blogging. Shelley, was the biologist, who never used her degree . . . but, living with me, for that year and a half before this happened, she saw the pure genius of the U.S.A., through my work on my cases, saw the power, saw the connections, and envied that pure genius, as did, cops, prosecutors, judges, that my real power, was connected to the United States Constitutions . . . the Supreme Law of the Land, and I went full barrel forward, against any enemy, regardless of size, connection, power, politics, and knew full well, that there was not law higher; therefore, I had to win. I remember, sitting in a small room, in the Washington County Courthouse, and I was meeting with, Shelley's mortgage modification or foreclosure clients, doing the in court appearances, saving the client money, by Shelley writing their briefs, for them, and I would come in at the last minute, and spend an hour before court, getting the facts, already knowing and being familiar with the law, and Shelley would just sit there, but one of her clients, said . . . "I thought You, were the attorney?" Leading me to believe, that Shelley had led them to believe, she was, and eventually, through her cops, prosecutor, judge, mob, Mormon connections, with all forces hating my guts, due to the genius of the document, not necessarily me, they, simply, did a full out, character assassination, stole the cases, bullied me out of my homes, cabin, confiscated my property, my vehicles, and bullied me out of the state, before they killed me, and put, Shelley, who had been pretending to be an attorney, all the way along, in as me, giving her over time access to my federal e-filling accounts and cutting me off from my own fucking law practice and license!
Shelley spent her whole fucking life reading books, living vicariously through the characters she read about . . . I could sit still to read to save my soul, and wanted to be living life, rather than reading about others living their lives, and me an inactive observer. As a consequence of that, and being school and class officers, cheerleader, etc., but also, student of the month, type stuff, with very decent grades, and coming into my own, intellectually, hitting strides by college, having way more awards, scholarships, honors, and my whole liter of siblings put together, and law school only added to the confidence, and by the time I hit the level of the United State Supreme Court, my full potential as a lawyer and using the genius of the U.S.A. through the most powerful law, was coming to fruition with national attention . . . but, in family, who had a family pecking order, the readers, had been assigned to be the smart ones, and the social butterfly and cheerleader, could not, simply, up and change the family pecking order and take over the smart position too!
Somehow, Shelley, was able through, hook or crook, special op, convinced, her other sibs, that I just could not be pretty, smart, connected politically, have a rock star son, and other kids, starting to shine in their professions, education, and carrying on, mom's traditions . . . so the family schmear job started, brought in the community, of cops and robbers, who already hated, feared, and wanted me gone, upsetting the old boy networks and power structures, as well as the Southwick family, add a shit load of money, a Mormon presidential candidate . . . I was a fucking sitting duck, a deer caught in headlights, aware, but, gang raped, with attempted assassination attempts on my life . . . I ran, to save me fucking life . . . I didn't talk to anyone, none of my kids, or grandkids, because I didn't want them hurt by the MOB, so the mob, used that to say that I abandoned them, that I was removed, didn't care . . . and they were able to corrupt, memories, love, loyalties, etc.
I remember, asking my father, who was extremely interested in my cases, looking back, to fuck with them, not because he cared, but, because he was getting information to fuck with the cases, or get information on who my clients were the ins and outs of the cases, proceeding to buy, one client, after another. But, I asked my father, who, he thought, was the smartest kid in the family, and he responded, Shelley? What, I am taking care of that bitch and her liter of mutts, and smart is a smart does . . . I was heading to the U.S. Supreme Court, and the welfare, mother, was the smartest? I was shocked, if not totally dumbfounded, but I had no idea, what was in store for me, you see, my father had wanted to be an attorney, went ape shit, when I became one, then he went ape shit a second time, after I reactivated my law license, after 9 years of supposedly dying of a terminal brain disease . . . now, what, kind, loving father, goes absolutely bonkers, screaming, at his daughter, who is getting her life back . . . a father, who didn't want her to get her life back, because, Shelley was the smart one, the attorney, now, the mother of Elliot, and I had been, erased from life, and existence, banished if you will, and now, I was coming back after all the hard work to get rid of me the first time around! LOL! Fucking unconscionable! No, Maury or Shelley, it is only in your fucked up mind, that you are the smart one!
These People, From Family to Feds are Fucking Ill!
WHEN EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE GOES BAD
Another great article, in the Atlantic, this is from an old issue, one I picked up, from those reading materials, dropped off or donated to the Poverello Center for the Homeless, where I am a resident, shockingly enough, right now, but better off than where "they" want me, and that is dead! LOL! Now, the term, Emotional Intelligence or EI, was coined in the early 90's, and I remember the Daniel Goleman's 1995 book, only I thought the last name, was Goldman? Sachs on my mind, gold on my mind . . . no just gold that is mine! LOL! I also, remember seeing that book, at Brett's house in Mt. Sterling, as I recall, some, 10 years after seeing it, on Jerry Owen's book shelves, a must reading for the federal cops, mob, family? Training material, only, I have, while not, mastering the nice, manipulative, scary side, talked about in this article, have mastered a nasty temper, and learned, controlled, non-emotional, coldness, that served me well in court, but didn't win me friends, family, nor mob friends, not to mention, boyfriends, male companions, nor husbands . . . I have been accused of being, insensitive, but very unemotionally, powerful! Jodie Foster, rather than Brook Shields in Foster Grant adds, was the cold hearted, brassy bitch, who worked for the Nazi sympathizer and Jew killer, in the Danzel Washington movie, bank robber show, that said, the respect is the ultimate currency, but, I would, say, of any actress, I have seen, Jodi Foster, is a good character, that would give you some insight into what I am like, have been like and she is not a likable character, but very professional and good at what she does!
In this article, the author first mentions who useful and helpful, emotional intelligence is; however, as I have said in the past, there is very dark side, a manipulative, narcissistic, and scary side of people, who come across as charming, loving, caring, and eventually, very damaging to others, in a professional and career sense. I am just going to do my signature style of the most effective way of putting Andrew Giambrone, sounds like a mob name, lol, down, not getting to confused in the clear and present danger when dealing with these people who have mastered some of these skills:
- those with high EI do better at work, hve fewer health problems, and report greater life satisfaction
- other researchers have recently examined what they call the dark side of EI, and their findings suggest an unnerving link between understanding people and using them
- psychologist reported a correlation between EI and narcissism, raising the possibility that narcissists with high EI might use their charming, interesting, and even seductive qualities for malicious purposes, such as deceiving people
- 2014 study linked narcissistic exploitativeness with emotion recognition--those were prone to manipulating others were better at reading them
- those high on the scale of Machiavellianism--essentially, manipulativeness, with high EI were more likely to have publically embarrassed some else for self-promotional reasons
- for those of us with jobs, the workplace seems to b provide ample opportunities for people with high IE--be they narcissists, Machiavellians, or everyday strivers--to behave deviously
- a 2010 journal article reviewed self-serving uses of EI in office settings, such as focusing on strategically important targets ( subordinates, rivals, supervisors) and working to distort, block or amplify rumors, gossip, and other types of emotion-laden information
- in a 2013 study, college students were shown news footage of people pleading for a missing family member's return--half of whom were in fact responsible for the person's disappearance
- when students rated the sincerity of these pleas, those with highter EI were more likely to be duped, perhaps due to overconfidence in their ability to read others
- so don't underestimate people skills--but don't overestimate them, either
- reading emotions doesn't mean you can read minds!
- GREAT INFORMATION . . . just the types of people I am dealing with!
Emotional Intelligence + God Complex = Disaster for Target!
A god complex is an unshakable belief characterized by consistently inflated feelings of personal ability, privilege, or infallibility.
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