Talking Colorful, Fun Art--Here Is Some More Poverello Center Art On Display!
Sorry this picture came out so fuzzy, but it is so cute and colorful, that this picture doesn't do it justice. The pic was kind of leaning at a slant, in the window, in the entry way and office, and I could quite get a good take on it, but it is so fun. They say you can't legislate morals, but you can teach your kids at home, and messages like the ones found on this picture, that is made of yarn, beads, with words, like grace, faith, trust, gratitude, hope, forgiveness . . . an orange cross in the sun, and tons of really cool, thoughts and inspiring bead work is in this fun display . . . they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul, and I would say, what someone decides to draw, color, create, or paint, is a window into your character! Some of the people in the Pov. have been beaten down by life, but there character, is amazing, their stamina to stand in adversity, and their ability to bring sunshine and happiness to others is undisputed! The picture disappeared, so maybe someone bought it, or the person moved on, but fun stuff, worth calling, great for a kids room!
My Leprechaun . . . Elliot Is An Artist As Well As A Musician
This time of year, St. Patrick's Day, reminds me so much, of my red headed son, Elliot, now, 32, and rockin' cool, with his copper locks of golden ringlets, and the fun, Leprechaun he drew, seems like when he was about in 7th grade, very fun, traditional Irish garb, with the red hair, the green clothes, black shoes with a golden buckle, white socks to the knees, and looking like he was dancing the Irish gig! Elliot used to also plan his own birthday parties, drawing, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, planning for pizza, jumping on the trampoline, watching movies and rough housing with his select group of friends . . . a very easy kid! I didn't have to do anything, but drive him around, to deliver his personally designed, birthday invitations, order the pizza, and hold down the fort at home, when the friends arrived, generally for a sleep over . . . fun, colorful kid, sweet as they come, but always, got the bad rape, due to the red hair, that he had the blood of a fighting Irishman in him, or some hooligan spirits, that would menace the family, with wild ideas and thoughts, that seemed a package deal with the red hair, but, so far from the truth . . . when in reality, it took Elliot, 21 years to get pissed enough, during a wrestling match, between my sons, being egged on by their friends, for El, after 21 years of bro torture techniques, to pop his older brother in the lip, giving him a split, fat, lip--he well deserved, being much more the Dennis the Menace type, or the Eddy Haskell type, from Leave it to Beaver! LOL!
Symbolic Picture . . . Red Robin burger joint, at the Missoula, MT., South Gate Mall
Open Wounds . . . Who Could Expect Less!
Going back to the story of the young rookie cop, shot for going after the mob, ticketing them, just like anyone else in the community, with the police man, just doing his job, giving favors to none, justice for all, just like his job requires. I think the hard thing for this officer and his family, is that, he was willing to put his life on the line, like all cops do, every day, however, when push came to shove, and he did, stand up to a community bully, and rich guy, much like, in the movie, with Al Pacino, Serpico, about an honest New York cop, left to be shot in the face, while his fellow officers, stood back and let it happened in an ambush, filmed back in the 70's, leaving a marked impression on me, that there are great risks, to people who stand for the right, fight the good fight, and when all is said and done, even people who benefited the most, from your efforts, are the first to stick a knife in your back and twist the facts, the attorney, the loyalties, leaving you, not only with open wounds of the act of bravery, being targeted for that feat, but, you are left, as is your family, to fight this fight alone . . . lying ass sister, just woke up and joined the party . . . too late sis, this will be published . . . I am sure, Shelley, queen cop bitch, mob wife, had staff take that, picture of the Pov. art down, when she saw it on my phone with the fucking NSA, giving her access to everything of mine, from cell phone to computers, to my new Walmart money card, 8599, doesn't exist--they stole the 8699, so who, pray tell, has the ability and access, to mess with the whole fucking automated services, to block MY new number, after stealing my old 8699 card? you got it, federal fucking ass, ugly motherfucker, cops! cyber cops . . . in an effort to have her steal my identity, so the gnarly bitch, can steal my son's music, the seed money, funding presidential campaigns, secret CIA wars, secret societies, like, and I am just guessing, the closed, art lecture and dinner, locally, by the Skull Society, so Shelley, wanting to join the Yale Skull and Bones Society--with MY FAMILY MONEY, THAT HAG COULD JOIN ANYTHING! and mob funding for fucking 16 years, with cops, joining the gravy train, and doing all they can to take out, ME, the one and only, and there is ONLY ONE, JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., Elliot, talent extraordinaire, his mother, and try to make it look like one of the mob wives, same as cop wives, gets to be the mother, so the dirty ugly asses, can steal his music, starting with Parallax, Maraloka, God's Revolver, the biggie, The Ditch and the Delta, that they had their corrosive fingers on, before the first CD dropped . . . a lot of people, going to prison, if I can prove this and it is getting easier and easier all the time!
Progression of the Knife in the Back of a Good Cop, Good Attorney, Good Musician . . . Cut'em Deep and Weep!
- first, you are just doing what you are trained to do, or what you trained all your life to be, or what you have sacrificed a ton of time, money and effort to become, as in rock star
- you cross hairs, or in my case, your mother crosses hairs, with some pretty powerful people, in doing your job, seeing them, whether a cop, assistant attorney general, or the attorney general herself, or the governor, as in seeing, no different in this act, of defending the right, doing the right thing, job or yours, seeing these entities come to cross hairs with, the United States Constitution, not only what you took an oath to preserve, protect and defense, as did they also, so, you wonder where the problem is, or what their understanding of their oath is . . . or what, other officers, understanding of the law is, regardless of who the offender is!
- as the scenario starts to unfold, thinking, surely all your fellow officers, fellow attorneys, or band members, are standing on firm ground behind you, and are willing to stand up, hold their ground . . . you find, that, is not the case, that, either greed, fear, wanting to be part of the alleged in crowd, or the ability to be part of something, to take down a rival, a challenge, or through jealousy, with few on the right side of anything, being absolutely naive in your understanding of where your colleagues, you co-workers, you band members, or even your family, not only should be, but where you can't imagine them not being!
- now that you have done your job . . . you turn, and there is not a fucking soul standing behind you, next to you, near you, or anybody to have your back, and the shock, is much, like, this good looking, stud officer, knowing he was doing the right thing, or me, standing for what I took an oath to do, and being, not only dumb founded, but you see their actions, as shockingly derelict, shockingly unconstitutional, and at time, as in the case of stealing music, cases, blogs, taking credit for manuals, legislation, water compacts, as SHOCKINGLY ILLEGAL, UNLAWFUL, AND TOTALLY UNCONSTITUTIONAL! The feeling is much, like being shot between the eyes, taking you by such surprise, that you can barely breath, can't see because of the blood streaming down your face, and leaving you with you mouth gaping open, in nothing but utter disappointment, at the total lack of commitment to a job, to a calling, to a band, to the law, to the Constitution, that is a second shot in the face! almost more painful that the original act against you!
- as in the case of this officer, who's accident, the shooting, the incident, was NOT EVEN RECORDED IN THE LOG BOOK FOR THE COPS? What the fuck, are cops, on their job for? I am in as much shock, as this officer, even 16 years down the road . . . what the fuck, were they doing, thinking, trashing a fellow officer, attorney, band member for the GOD-DAMNED CRIMINALS, THE MOB, the very people, COPS, PROSECUTORS, JUDGES are to go after the one the FBI, the CIA, the NSA, the ATF, the DIA are to stop and that is who you are backing? GOD THAT IS PAINFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
- so, you are just doing your job, then, you go through the physical, emotional, psychological, BETRAYAL, and to top that off, the very people, your colleagues, your friends, you co-workers, and those who should be most in SUPPORT OF YOU, turn and walk away, displaying the WEAKEST of CHARACTER, leaving you to fight the battle against you foes, the mob, the dirty cops, the fucked up prosecutors and LYING ASS JUDGES, on your own? Good GOD, what are you thinking MAN? I still to this day, can't wrap my head around this, from the very start to the second, I am sitting here at the Missoula, Montana McDonald's? From what I have seen, there is not a damned good cop, on the fucking PLANET!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nor good prosecutor . . . it is like in the movie, true crime, Deadly Intentions, the woman, was quiet, soft spoken, and could barely tell her story, or the facts, and this PROSECUTOR, he didn't even wait for the cops, could tell this woman's life was in DANGER! Her, husband was a FUCKING MONSTER . . . not hard to see, not difficult to connect the dots, the amounts of power, money, prestige, music, political clout, and whatever, I have and still have . . . this blog is the fucking most read blog in the GOD-DAMNED UNIVERSE, and the fuckers just sit there seeing a million to 5 million and I would say, that is fucking LOW BALL, go right out the computer, scanned to another IP number, just like my Walmart card, my card, that I use, is fucking non-existent and the fucking FAKE ASS BITCHES CARDS ARE THE ALLEGEDLY LEGAL ONES . . . with the next step to ERASE ME ALL TOGETHER . . . and they SAY MY NAME IS LAW ENFORCEMENT? GOD ALMIGHTY, what the FUCK is WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE . . . I had a sting op at the Pov. last night at about 3:00 A.M. . . . this is fucking relentless and the cops are too AFRAID to STAND UP TO THESE FUCKS? Oh, I guess a single female, without money, car or truck, all stolen by fucking cops, and targeted from early morning light, to the latest hours of the night or the early morning light, is suppose to just deal with this, UNTIL THEY FUCKING KILL ME? YOU COPS SUCK AND YOU ARE FUCKING PATHETIC . . . special mission, special service, top military fuckers and you are AFRAID? You have god-damned guns, tanks, robots, spy gear, all the tools, and YOU ARE AFRAID, they might kill you . . . so what the fuck am I suppose to do, LET THEM KILL ME?
- now, this is not enough, and then the fuckers, participate, in the lies, in the cover-ups, in the sting ops, for the FUCKING MOB? I am sitting, as I have tons of times before, and mark the date, the place the time, where the surveillance cameras are . . . two, right at the door of McD's, now, at 9:16 A.M., I am going to fucking flip you off . . . waving my hands, in ANGER, RAGE, DISGUST, FEELING LIKE I COULD VOMIT ALL OVER YOUR UNIFORMS YOU ARE UNWORTHY TO WEAR . . . I AM NOT FUCKING CRIMINAL, MOB TIES FOREVER . . . UGLY MUG SHELLEY, I am the ATTORNEY, JOANN S. SECRIST, MOTHER OF GRETA, NICOLE, CHRIS AND ELLIOT! I fully understand the pressure that my children are under . . . first their mother, in all her wisdom, study and knowledge, given ages of the kids, personalities, earning income potential, who and what parent could provide, what was needed, by what means and sources, taking shit for doing the absolute, right, best thing, from a very EDUCATED stance and background, ah, like a master's in family and human development! knowing this, at the time was not the norm, and having the guts to do, so and go to law school . . . unlike Shelley, not here, not at the Pov. who got some guy, to let her stay, always, looking for something for NOTHING, CASE IN FUCKING POINT, a law degree, with my credentials, handed right over to her greedy, lying, cheating UGLY MOTHER FUCKER ASS, and then leaving her children, Isaac and Jesse, both young boys to run the streets of Salt Lake City, Utah, like street urchins . . . she lived 7 years with my parents, lived with Rachel, I took care of her and her motley crew, in St. George, Utah . . . is Shelley, aka ME, running the SKULL Secret, by INVITATION ONLY EVENT? THE FUCKING MOB? Is that why everyone, in this god-damned town, lies, staff lies, cops lie, bus drivers lie, Pov. people lie, when all I HAVE DONE, is build your COMMUNITY? Don't think for one second, Shelley wrote one of these, what, I am not sure, somewhere approaching 900 blogs to teach, train, educate, build, make families better, help cops, prosecutors, judges, voters, the faith community . . . and like the cop, who got shot once in the face, and the second time by the community, I KNOW HOW THAT FEELS FROM BUTTE TO WHITEFISH, FROM KALISPELL TO BILLINGS, FROM BOZEMAN TO MISSOULA, EVEN TO SPOKANE! I am the one focusing on your western art, on St. Patrick's Day, like I did last year, when in Butte, or a week or so ago, bragging and loving on Billings, just to have your fucking POLICE FORCE, TRY TO HIJACK ME OR EVEN WORSE KILL ME, BEFORE LEAVING YOUR TOWN, even telling the cops, before hand, I was only there to BRING IT TO BILLINGS . . . now, the slogan has been changed to something to Billings, like the cute art in the window that disappears . . . so you think Shelley aka Me, JoAnn S. Secrist . . . THIS IS NOT FUCKING HARD SHIT, UNLESS THE COPS ARE AS STUPID AS I THINK THEY ARE, OR ON THE TAKE, LIKE I KNOW THEY ARE!
YOU SUCK! GOD! THE MOB OVER SOMEONE LIKE ME? MY SON? MY FAMILY? WHO SERVED IN THE MILITARY? Shelley is a fucking piece of ugly cunt, liar, thief, so full of shit . . . and this is who you CHOOSE? She is even using MY FAMILY MONEY, for your ELEGANT EVENT! But don't let the details bother your seared conscience! if you still have one? Which I doubt!
POETIC JUSTICE IN THE COP'S CASE
For 23 years, this cop, doing his duty as a father and husband, loving and raising his kids, who also had to suffer for his act of valor in doing his job, making them always feel safe and proud, now, dodging questions, being shunned from the very community they were raised in and where their father served and protected, but, in the back of this man's mind, he always, wanted to go back to Cape Cod, and kill the man that did this to his family. On his last trip, over the years, he, stopped and visited his uncle, who had fashioned a custom rifle for this cop, with a scope and a silencer, so he could go exact the JUSTICE, that the case merited and that should have been carried out by his fellow officers, the prosecutors, and the judge, in the CRIMINAL JUSTICE SYSTEM, but that, failed him miserably, but, when his uncle, put that gun in his hands, he thanked him for the efforts, and his protective thoughts, almost reading his mind, giving him, just the weapon he thought would do the job, and he handed it back at that moment, and decided to drop the hurt, drop the anger and let it all go, putting it in God's hands . . . this man could at least get closure . . . in my case, it never stops, it is my Social Security or my money card, or where I live, or the job I apply for, or the pizza I order! I could have long forgiven, but the second MY son tells me about a new band and a new CD, with Mom Kodiak Bear, bound and determined, to stop the frauds from stealing, yet another band's music, finding, that I have been blocked from going to Denver, to listen to Elliot's concert, with buses, no longer going through Denver, but through Parowan, where I had fucking, either, hit man or cop, one in the same to me, now days, on the bus, later, trying to identify me to a sniper, as I got off the bus, at the TA . . . with me, ditching, behind the bus, running to the trucks, to hide behind those, and refusing to go to Las Vegas, as my ticket, taking me 6 hours out of the way, just like several years ago, when the MOB picked me up in Phoenix, rerouting me to Vegas, in a private bus, rather than the Greyhound tickets, I had purchased! So, my, forgiveness process can't ever take place, because, they never leave me and my family alone to heal! and the fucking COPS ARE PART OF THE MOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But this man, turned and left Cape Cod and all the painful memories, behind, fuck after I got poisoned the first time, it took me, 7 years, to even be able to go into Salt Lake City, the memories were so bad. And that is minor to what I have been through since! So, this man, lives a good life, his kids, say, they have everything they ever wanted for dreamed of, families of their own, good marriages, kids, some are professionals, others are stay at home moms, writing children's books, but over all, they have lived a hard, but rewarding life. And through the grapevine, this cop, heard from some friends, or family back home . . . remember, the good guy, ME, had to give up, or had two houses, a cabin, 5 vehicles stolen, taken by COPS for the MOB, or Super MOB, but the human cost is worse, leaving my home, my friends, my family, who are not worth the toilet paper, I wipe my ass with, but were at the time, and I am not talking my kids and grand kids, the only ones, still in Utah, I care to talk to . . . my parents, can die a slow, death in prison where they should be with the rest of their extended family members, all ON THE TAKE, in on the LIES, but, I had to leave everything, to DO THE RIGHT THING! Sorry I keep leaving the story, but, there are tangible losses and intangible, losses, shot once, shot twice . . . and in my case, shot thousands of times!
The Irony, Hopefully This Happens to Shelley . . . Mel the Mobster, In An Institution, Dying of PICK's Disease! The Disease I Was Either Diagnosed With, Or Was Poisoned And That Was The Cover Disease . . . Sure Pronouncement of Death!
So, the family, of Mel, the local mobster, now very wealthy, started to fight over the money, that greed will get families very time, saw it over and over again, working with Henry Brock, financial planner, plaintiff, in my $357 million lawsuit, good families, no longer talking to each other, feuding over MONEY, whatever . . . I told my son, Chris, yesterday, with my call diverted set, to be bumped to this sister for that, Rachel, or wht ever skanky ho, is pretending to be Chris's mother, since, I am ALREADY DEAD . . . LOL, wishful thinking DUMB ASSES . . . but, I told him, maybe, it is better that I didn't get all that money, and more that was sitting on the table, $700 million and clients, lined up from around the U.S. wanting my legal services and civil rights defense . . . took out the common denominator . . . ME, government got rid of tons of law suits, and many pending, my consideration! But, the mob family, in fighting and going to court of money, with John the brother of Mel, going to the police to tell, what happened the night, the officer, was shot, ratting out, big brother Mel, the family hit man and bad ass, who, get this, Shelley, was, institutionalized, and wasting away, of PICK'S Disease! With his brain, deteriorating, in dementia! LOL!
Shelley was so concerned when I got diagnosed with Pick's Disease, an alleged, genetic disease . . . I never believed I had it, but she was allegedly worried for herself, for our brothers and sisters, for all the nieces and nephews, who might get this disease, she read on the disease, she got my medical records, she wanted the family and me to join, NAMI, a support group for people with mental health issues, not, a TERMINAL BRAIN DISEASE, but with two of my friends, both with doctoral degrees, political friends, and also involved in my anger management business, and five doctors, telling me, that I had two years to live, with no cure, no possibility of ever working again . . . fuck, I have been all the way to the UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, and was listed as the #2 attorney, in the NATION for civil rights defense . . . but, I never believed I had the disease, nor that I would die, I did, kind of do nothing and something really fucked up happened to my brain, but, I thought, I burned out my brain cells, because I was a workaholic, or that, the government poisoned me, which made a hell of a lot more sense, since I got 9 attorneys, and investigators fired, retired or transferred, while I was protecting the doctors from Medicaid/Medicare fraud units and alleged up-coding.
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