CUDDLES & CRITTERS! OUCH! HOBO SPIDER? BROWN RECLUSE? TICK? SALT LAKE EXPRESS BUS DRIVER . . . ARE YOU A BOY SCOUT? YEAH. HOW DO YOU GET RID OF A TICK? I HAVE SOMETHING UNDER MY SKIN. GRANDMA'S SECRET HOME REMEDY. THERE IS SOMETHING EMBEDDED IN MY SKIN, A PURPLE AND BLACK BRUISE, ABOUT A THREE-FOURTHS INCH OVAL CIRCLE, ON THE BACK SIDE OF MY KNEE? THE BED BUGS ARE ADAPTING! UNMANNED "GPS" TRACKING ROBOT CRITTER UNDER MY SKIN? WHAT THE FUCK? IT IS HARD, SQUARE, SEEMED TO ALMOST GRAB BACK WHEN I TRIED TO PUT SALVE ON IT, OR PULL IT OFF FROM UNDER MY SKIN! BACK IN SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH . . . WELCOME BACK, FROM MENACING PHYSICAL ASSAULTS TO DEADLY HOUSE OF CARDS! THREE ASSAULTS, MENACING APPROACHES, JUST GOING FROM THE BUS TERMINAL TO DENNY! RETURNING TO THE SCENE OF THE CRIMES? FUCK YEAH! NED GAS! JAMES PATTERSON: BURN! COX. RELIGIOUS AND POLITICAL BELIEFS MORE IMPORTANT THAN SOMEONE'S LIFE? SERIOUSLY? MONEY? FUCK YEAH! SIGNS ON FREEWAY: GPS. WE HEAR. GUN SHOW. THIS AD IS REAL. STRONG. MY COW DIED, SO I DON'T NEED ANY OF YOUR BULL! I STARTED WITH NOTHING . . . I STILL HAVE MOST OF IT LEFT. LOL! SURPRISE EXIT FROM MISSOULA, MONTANA, TOO EASY . . . GOING HIGH TECH ON ME? ROBOT SPY GEAR BURROWING UNDER MY SKIN . . . GUESS I WASN'T SUPPOSE TO NOTICE? JUST A LITTLE STING--HOPE THE GOOD GUYS ARE TRACKING ME, BUT JUDGE ON THE AGGRESSIVE MENACING PHYSICAL SPACE ASSAULTS, ALREADY THIS MORNING, I DOUBT IT! MY MONEY BUYS SUPER MOB SPY GEAR THAT RIVALS THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT, IF NOT THE FED TOO. YOU ALWAYS UNDERESTIMATE ME--I'VE BUILT MY CAREER ON MEN WHO DIDN'T GIVE ME JUST DESERVE! THEIR BAD. TRYING TO STOP ME FROM MEETING WITH MY CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN, FOR SWIMMING AT HOTEL, ZOO, PICNIC . . . KIDS CLAIMED BY THE MOB! FUCK YOU! SHELLEY IS "MOMMY DEAREST" THE FUCKED UP ANNE BANCROFT, ACTRESS . . . I AM JUST MOM! TO GRETA, NICOLE, CHRISTIAN, AND ELLIOT, WHO ARE MY STELLAR KIDS. YOU GET THE SPOILED BRATZ YOU DESERVE . . . MONSTERS CREATE MONSTERS! 20/20 FAMILY PLOT 2016: MOTHER AND FAVORITE DAUGHTER "RACHEL" HELPED ANOTHER "MOMMY DEAREST" KILL DAD, BROTHER, AND ATTEMPT TO POISON, BIG SISTER, BY MIXING COKE AND ANTIFREEZE, STOPPED BY SUSPICIOUS COPS BEFORE THE MURDEROUS MOTHER DAUGHTER TEAM, CARRIED OUT THE REST OF THEIR MURDEROUS PLOT AND PLAN TO PUT ANTIFREEZE IN 12 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER'S ROOT BEER, CREATING THE FLU LIKE SYMPTOMS THAT MASKED THE MURDERS OF DAD AND BROTHER, AND RUINED BIG SISTER'S HEALTH, MAKING HER LEARN TO WALK AND TALK AGAIN, LOSING HER "INDEPENDENCE." THEY WERE GETTING ON OUR NERVES, AN ANNOYANCE, AND A BURDEN. DATELINE TANGLED APRIL 15, 2016: YOUNG COUPLE, SOON TO GET MARRIED, FIND OUT THE BRIDE'S MOTHER, RAN OFF AN ELOPED WITH THE GROOM'S FATHER, DISGUSTING THE NEWLY WEDS, BEFORE THEIR OWN WEDDING. SHORTLY AFTER, THE BRIDE'S MOTHER IS MURDERED BY THE GROOM'S FATHER, WHO FOUND OUT THAT HIS OWN MOTHER WHO ALLEGEDLY DISAPPEARED, WAS MOST LIKELY MURDERED BY HIS OWN FATHER TOO! HE HAD A HONEY ON THE SIDE, WHOM HE WAS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH ALMOST THE ENTIRE TIME HE WAS MARRIED TO THIS WOMAN! HUBBY, A DEVOUT JEHOVAH WITNESS, WOULD LOSE HIS MEMBERSHIP IN THE CHURCH, HE WAS ACTIVE IN, SO HE OPTED FOR MURDERING HIS WIFE TO GET OUT OF HIS MARRIAGE! NICE. MEN, GET YOUR FUCKING COCKS UNDER CONTROL . . . REMEMBER THE HIGHER PLEASURES OF FAMILY, COMPANIONSHIP, FINANCIAL SECURITY, STABILITY OVER THE LOWER PLEASURES OF SEX, PHYSICAL GRATIFICATION, AND MURDER! GOD ALMIGHTY? WHAT THE HELL! MAKING LOVE, IS A HIGHER MORE GRATIFYING AND SATISFYING SEX, THAN MOTEL SEX, WHICH IS A LOWER PLEASURE. CHOICES, CHOICES, CHOICES. HUB TRIED TO SLIT HIS WRISTS, WAS NOT SUCCESSFUL, SPENDING THE REST OF HIS MORTAL LIFE BEHIND BARS--THE RESULT OF LOWER PLEASURES!

Normal Departure From Missoula, MT., Beyond Bizarre Arrival in Rexburg, Continuing In Salt Lake City, Utah!  Scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wow, I actually got out of Missoula, without being poisoned, without cops, creeping and crawling all over my ass, didn't need to hide behind trucks and cars, after getting off at a bus stop, blocks away, rather than right in front of the bus terminal, to avoid detection . . . didn't need to put on my hoodie, glasses, tuck my hair under my ball cap, or anything!  Glory days are here AGAIN!  Not so fast . . . what happened next, is even weird, that, anything, I have previously experienced in the last almost 5 years of intense pursuit, interference with normal travel, and threatening interceptions in route to destinations, so, to actually, not see a cop in sight, no undercover secret agents, peering out from under their fishing hats, and walking all CIA like toward me, making crazy 8's in the grass, between me and the main trail, near the river.  I figured the element of surprise must have worked, leaving a day earlier than I wanted to leave, with someone, who talks, periodically with Dave, the undercover cop, always involved in the sting ops, at the Poverello, like the one planned for me, early yesterday morning, leaving me sleep deprived as I followed some sick chick, out of the Pov. right around 1:45 A.M. to 2:00 A.M., making my monthly trip for a real breakfast, at the Oxford, graving cheap good, greasy ma and pa, food, like a Muslim crave's making a yearly trip to Mecca!  I new that Frank, the undercover cop, on duty each night, discovered that I was walking behind this chick, and took a sharp left, out of the front doors, hoping he would not alert cops, that an inmate had escaped!  Hey, I'm free, white, and over the age of 21 . . . I don't need your permission, nor your surveillance on my comings and goings!

As Frank, peeked outside, I knew the cops would be hot on my trail, with instructions to stop me from leaving town, as usual.  I took precautions, took all the side streets and zigzagged my way to the Oxford, hiding behind trees, as cops, went this way or that, catching some alleged dirt bag chick, spying on me, saying hey, coming up behind me, like a CIA cat, unnoticed, until  she was right on the sidewalk, near where I was blocking my body by a large oak tree, from the headlights of the approaching car, coming from near the cop shop, and the bus terminal!  She said, hey, I run into you all over town . . . just like nice looking dude, who claimed to have known of my backpack being stolen at the Poverello, which is true, but I never saw him, never met him, never talked to him, didn't know him from Adam and he seemed to know about the whole incident, a this chick did . . . her body didn't look familiar, nor did her hair, her clothes, never met, never talked to, and I don't forget a face, a name will never be remembered, but a face . . . fuck yeah, I can't afford to make a mistake!  I thought, she is racing to the Oxford, to give the cook poison, to put in my food, or now I am thinking how easy putting antifreeze in my diet coke or on my pizza, dropped off by the cops, last time, or by the pizza delivery boy, driving the 2016 Caddie, when I spent 9 days, with flu like symptoms, not once, but twice, being almost bed ridden for the entire month of March!

I ditched and dodged, behind buildings in alleys, taking my time, hoping the dirt bag chick, fed, would think I was not coming, as she did, HA! as she came out with another chick, who has been hanging around the Oxford, and there the last several times, in very spotty appearances and dinners, over the last month or so, caught talking with the one who came up from behind me at fucking 2:00 A.M., in the morning!  NOT COOL! a single woman, dark as shit, already, standing next to a tree for shelter and protection?  If I come up from behind some woman, especially, during the night, at any time, in particularly, at the wee hours of the morning, I make my presence known, long before getting into her personal space or her safety space, laying aside any fears that I am up to NO GOOD!  My sign for "murder" ever since this shit started to happen, back in 2011, with a huge ass "M" on the delivery truck, for Modern Display, a cool craft and party or celebration of special events, rentals, just went down the street . . . signs developed, long ago, when some federal cops, literally stopped me, not an hour after I got into town, on the Jeremy Johnson case, another civil rights case, that I saved the client, only to have them lie and say, that, I am Shelley, or Kay, or one of the bitch witches, the cops, try to humiliate me, with inferiors, who want to play dress up and be an attorney!  

FBI dirt bag chick, acted a bit, nervous, as I appeared out of nowhere, and slide in the Oxford, when her re-entrance, would have looked, staged and strange, as I got in, and in control of the situation, watching both hags, every move, they made sitting at the counter, to make sure that nothing was slipped to the cook, with the two small wonders, trying to distract, my force and bullet glass, glaze on their sorry fucking federal asses! Slipped a diet coke "nookie" once, their fault, allowing them to do it again, my fault!  I ate, unhindered, wrote my blog, but, that fucking Dave, undercover cop from Utah, hanging at the Pov., showing up on every bus I take, was now, sitting at the counter . . . somethings up, and I have been too long in one spot, moved over to the Break Cafe, across the street, didn't stay long there either, took two long bus rides, to get into the Vapor Trail zone of going incognito, avoiding surveillance, avoiding cameras, with a one in 12 chance, they will miss which bus I got on, switching at he mall, in out, back and forth, but may be my bus games, where the reason, the cops weren't doing their normal escape stopping patrol, on me!  I stayed at McD's, until, 45 minutes before, my bus departed, having ordered my e-ticket, at about 2:30 A.M., online, with confirmation # 8680206601, Missoula, MT., to Salt Lake City, Utah, arriving in the Valley of the Mormon crickets, by 4:20 A.M., this morning . . . with a single cricket, scooting across the clean, newly mopped floor, validating, my original theory, that someone put a critter up to no good, either the federal chick shuttle driver, who replaced my friend, Kathy, with long red haired, whom I got close enough with over the years, of great escapes, back and forth between Montana and Las Vegas, Kalispell to Seattle, Durango, CO. to Denver, probably the reason, she got into trouble, being forced into early retirement, or quitting, so this chick could take over . . . again, hugging me, yesterday, being the one who put the critter, under my pants, or on my shoes, or it couild have been the two agents, manning the Rexburg, ID., bus terminal, where I first felt the BURN!

What the Fuck?  There Is Something Hard, Square, Like the Size of a Small Chicklet, Like the Colorful Gum From Retro Years, Under My Skin, Behind My Right Knee!  Could This Be a Tick? Spider Bite? Robot GPS?

I am not the property of the fucking U.S. government . . . a gray Cadillac, 2016, just rolling past, Denny's on I believe 5th South Exit, in Salt Lake City, Utah, indicating to me, this is MOB related, and planted, since I got out of Missoula, without notice, not using my credit card, until hitting Butte, MT., yesterday, around 2:30 P.M., without interference or delay, surveillance or the normal cop relay game, of being tracked and intimidated by the locals, moving from one city to the other, throughout, anywhere in the U.S.A.!  But, let me tell you this bug, spider, tick, robot gear GPS device, has me real pissed off!  I am sure, that I have to get this shit, and fucking thing, surgically removed to get it out from under my SKIN!  Shit, these guys are relentless, shameless, and most of ungrateful . . . they have had power, prestige, privilege, so far beyond their capacity to earn, that they should be worshiping the ground I fucking walk on!  They may, if I have my way, end up behind bars, the rest of their miserable lives, wearing orange jumpsuits, but, they had the ride of their lives, for the last 10 to 16 years!  Like Hitler said, the bigger the lie, the more likely men are to believe it . . . case in point!  A bunch of Desperate Housewives, dressing up, going into the highest offices of the land, into courts, legislative bodies, acting the part of being me, and attorney, taking credit for everything I do, including taking over kids, who were well into their thirties and forties, before, they took over, already well adjusted, smart, beautiful, even intelligence trained, seeing, my bi-lingual grandkids, as future assets!  But, this WHATTHEFUCKEVER, is under my skin, is bugging the shit, and that is more than an a term of art, literally bugging me, so they know, every move I make and probably, every word I speak to my kids, so they can eventually kill me and have all the background stories, being so obsessed with anything I do, they can't miss a word, or story, or experience, now, being able to be with me every second . . . FOR SICK!

SPONGE BOB, SQUARE PANTS UNDER MY SKIN, WITH CLAWS?

WE DELIVER!  Costco truck going down the street!  So, I had been in the Rexburg, ID., bus terminal, by 10:45 P.M., for no longer than, to go to the restroom, and start up a conversation, with some chick from New York, going to Denver, to visit family, when, all of the sudden, I felt a both dull and sharp pain, in the crack of skin, behind my knee?  I reached down, and there was this bump, that freaked me out, making me think that somehow, I got a tick under my skin, reminding me, of the mole, that terrorize me one night, back 4 years ago, having to placed in my client, Kay Lynn Reilly, who has since crossed over to the dark side, closet, waking me in the night, when I heard it trying to burrow under the carpets, scratching and tearing, coming closer and closer, as I pounded on the sliding doors, in this nice patio home, less than 5 years old, not knowing, first what it was, but being stumped that, this creature, seemed not at all afraid of my knocks on the door intended to send it scrambling, and silent, with it coming closer and closer to where I was!  I didn't know that it was a mole, in the first place, and don't know if I knew, that moles are blind and ugly as sin, drawn to the pounding, rather than being afraid, and running!  The weirdness of this bite, or bug, rivals that is strange . . . which is always stranger than fiction, and that came before, I figured this might be an unmanned high tech small GPS robot tracking device, implanted in my skin, behind my knee, not a likely place to touch or see!

MY GOD IS AN AWESOME GOD . . . TRUCK "RED ROCK" JUST WENT BY!

You got it, the mob's fear of fears, other surveillance cops, sky marshals, can watch the Secrist family trip to the Zoo, and connect me to MY KIDS!  TOO BAD, SO SAD FOR YOU, JOY FOR ME!  I have long asked for DNA tests, to accomplish what this weekend's activities will do, put me with my kids . . . no burying me, keeping me out of the state, putting out bogus warrants, and sending rabid cops, pushing me out of the state . . . this IS going to happen!  I was worried about the long drive and all that could go wrong, interrupt the trip, stop the meeting, long overdue, as I have come to the state, crossed into Utah, gotten sick to my stomach, and left, sometimes barely over the lines of the state boundaries, or getting to Salt Lake, with a destination of St. George, only to come down, get back on the shuttle back to Montana, feeling unsafe and a target, with menaces like the fucker who got on the shuttle in Idaho Falls this morning . . . who in a room, or huge ass waiting room, with tons of space, tons of empty chairs, kept creeping over to me, bold, raw, annoying, and trying to impose and intimidate, me . . . now, I am wondering if the NY chick, was the identifier, since, out of the blue, we came from across the large room, and sat right near me, as this guy, also, followed, coming, very near, totally making me pissed, crowding my personal boundaries, which are very large now days, having always been a touch me not, since having to line up in elementary school, and about crawling through the roof, when a classmate touched my back, so territorial by nature, and especially since all it takes in a snapped neck, or a syringe filled with water or air, plunged into my neck, to kill me . . . I don't let people come up from behind me, and if they do, I either step aside, cross a street . . . like I did this morning, after the first fuck, I turned into the security guard, telling him he was coming and standing, menacingly close, imposing his body space on mine, almost feeling like a rape of space, with me trying to ignore him and watch my true crime shows!

Eventually, this ugly motherfucker, actually got so close to me, trying not to see his ugly mug, until he was right on me, looming over me . . . and I just looked up, and he suddenly, said, do you have a pen I could use, or asked if he could use the pen I was using--coming far too close, never asking for a pen for the half hour or so, he was lurking around me . . . the chick from NY, left to use the restroom, but she came over to sit by me, she said, because, he was bugging her, when, now that I think about it in my surveillance cameras of my mind, I never saw him go to her side of the room!  So, she might be in on the rouse too!  I was shocked to see, that there were only two of us, as passengers on the shuttle, on the way to at least Idaho Falls, where this ugly ass got on the shuttle, without me paying much attention to the dude, until I couldn't do anything but, pay attention to him!  I promptly got a pen out of my backpack and said, take this one, and you can keep it, hardly being able to stomach this intrusive fucker!  I told NY girl, who came back, and sat down, equally bugging me, while I tried to watch my show, and speaking in a very loud voice, that this fucker was committing a crime of assault, trying to impose a feeling of a threat, using intimidating stances, either military or a cop, in actions!  This dude may have been a retired cop, who was working at the time I killed asset forfeiture!  Everything about him was asshole like! cop like!

GRANDMA'S SECRET HEALING BALM . . . FIRST APPLICATION FREAKED ME OUT, SECOND LEAD ME TO BELIEVE THIS WAS NOT A BUG BITE, NO SPIDER, BUT AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OF SOME TYPE!

At first look at the purple black bruise that appeared in seconds after I felt the first sting, given the look of the mark, and the fast, marking, made me think of one of the feds, who picked up on me, the first time I went to the Old Pov. in Missoula, whom appeared to me to be the CIA judge, pretending to be Judge Willis, later, telling me his name was, Michael something, later asking me to help with tax issues, addressed to a Michael McClintoch, now in trouble for bilking people out of their money for a documentary film . . . also, acting like if I hooked up with him, he could protect me from the cops . . . an old agent, R.E.D., or a sheriff?  Once a guy refused to sign the Pov. dinner rolls, and he almost got in a fist-a-cuff with the guy, taking him to the ground, just for refusing to sign?  All I could think, was, cop, cop, cop!  But, he claimed to be at the Pov. because he was bitten by a brown recluse spider, and almost lost his leg, and was first sent home, in Bozeman, by a doctor, later having to be life flighted to St. Patrick's for treatment, when almost his whole calf was eaten away, black and purple, from the flesh eating spider.  I am so healthy, that going to the hospital over some bite, seemed ludicrous!  I talked to the former boy scout, shuttle driver, who told me to watch it, see what happened with the bruising.  Then, all of the sudden, he told me about this secret family recipe for this pine gum based salve, that was credited with near miracles . . . I just wanted the stinging to stop.  He gave me some of the stuff that resembled a Vaseline type feel, but, touching my skin, really freaked me out, it seemed like this thing, had small claws, that were grabbing me back, but as I accessed the fell on the second touch, right outside the bus terminal in Salt Lake, I realized that this didn't appear to be just a bump, nor a bug, or what I thought might have happened, a spider, got caught between my upper and lower leg, in the back of my knee, stuck, smashed, and might have bitten me over and over again, and when I stood up, it may have fallen to the ground, without notice, until it started to hurt!

Still not too hip on even rubbing the second application of salve on my back knee, it dawned on me, that what I originally thought were claws, grabbing back at me, a mini-crab, thought, were actually the corners of a small square device, that somehow, got up my pants, without me feeling it, behind my knee, and somehow buried in my skin, without blood, leaving bruising, seconds after entering my body space!  Now taking my personal, real, and intellectual property are a rights violations that piss the shit out of me, but literally violating my skin, entering my body, in general, literally makes me fucking furious . . . my God, reminding me of the liberties, of giving me a female circumcision, now this?  What in God's name, do I fucking deserve this for? I guess being too smart, reading the fucking spooks like a book, ditching out of town, and now they are putting the mark of the beast in me, violating every fucking right I can imagine, doing surveillance, no from the building, the sky, but, from under my skin, giving access to every word I FUCKING MUTTER, recording for what spook entertainment central, my conversations with my KIDS?  I'm telling you, if you don't think the future is here, 1984 big brother, is right fucking on me, you are dead wrong!

CROSSING 4 LANES OF EARLY RUSH HOUR FREEWAY TRAFFIC TO AVOID A MENACE FOLLOWING ME, SWEARING AT ME, AFTER I DITCHED HIS TRAIL, AND POSSIBLE ATTEMPT ON MY LIFE!  SHIT, SCARY TERRITORY!

A block up from the bus terminal, there is a homeless shelter, that makes the Poverello, look like the Trump penthouse!  Shit, guys laying in the street, in the gardens I cut through to avoid some guy sitting up, going this way and that to avoid contact, relieved to be out of the homeless jungle, of hundreds, many, all over the few streets from the bus terminal to Denny's . . . I would like to see the bitches who claim to be me, to spend one night or day, living the way I do, under constant pressure, with lethal consequences!  In my usual, eyes in the back of my head, notice, some Hispanic dude, nicely dressed for the area, approaching me from behind, gaining on me, so, in an act of protection, I headed for the street, where tons of cars were spilling off the freeway to the city, with 4 lanes, going full speed ahead, but preferring the time and brave crossing the street, to a close encounter of the worst kind!  All of the sudden this guy goes ape shit on me, starts, telling me I can't do that, swearing, yelling, so I never looked back, and just continued as he seemed, like he missed his opportunity to kill me, or rob me, but aggressive as hell, just minutes after, I left a similar, menacing situation at the bus terminal, being so bothered by the guy, doing something I rarely do, report his to security, who was aware of the fucker, who tried to get my attention again, as I left, with me totally blowing him off, disgusted, that he was so clueless as to not hear, that I was either going to call the cops, for threatening me, in an intimidating and believable way, or reporting him . . . with no concern.  God intelligence, just came in . . . SPARTAN truck just went by . . . warrior against me?  The new world order, Trump supporters, cops and military!  His hits, for trashing writing about the billionaire, yesterday . . . HITS, HITS AND MORE HITS, take a fucking NUMBER!

I can haul ass when I need to . . . cars, traffic, or murder?  I'll trust my good judgement and take on the 4th South exit and four lanes of traffic, any day, over, some hot headed, guy with a $50,000 hit on me!  He was a bit shorter than myself, slit my throat?  He even started to march up and down the street, but he didn't follow me, and I never gave him the satisfaction of listening to his fucking bull shit!  My cow died yesterday, I don't need your BULL!

AH, OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND SAY, AHHHH!  IN THE SAFE ARMS OF DENNY'S RESTAURANT AND A,

GRAND SLAM!