DOOM! D.C., SUPER HERO GIRLS. SWEET PEA SEWER & SEPTIC. JUNGLE MISSION. FAR CRY PRIMAL. ESTABLISH RAPPORT. ESTABLISH TRUST. DESERVE JUSTICE. "ALL THESE THINGS, I HAVE DONE!" "THE PROMISE" (1999) MOVIE ABOUT DOMESTIC VIOLENCE--HUSBAND KILLS WIFE, SISTER, WHO LOOKS LIKE SHELLEY, BUT IS "JOANN STEALER" SOUNDING LIKE "JOANN STEAL HER" OR THE WOMAN YOU THINK IS ME, A FELON FOR MORE THAN IDENTITY THEFT, STOLE CREDIT FOR MY AWARD WINNING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE 101 MANUAL, AND TOOK CREDIT, FOR STEPPING IN A RAISING RACHEL'S KIDS, LIKE IN THE MOVE, WHEN THE OLDER SISTER, ME, FUCK, I TOOK CARE OF RACHEL'S TWO OLDEST KIDS, STEPHANIE AND MATT, FRIEND ALAN, AND SHELLEY, HER KIDS, AND HER GRAND KID, PLUS HAVING A BOOMING LAW PRACTICE, IN FIVE STATES--HOUSEWIFE DURING THE DAY, LAWYER AT NIGHT, UNLESS I HAD COURT! IT IS ALL ABOUT THE MONEY! WITH ISRAEL KEYES, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE! KILLING TOO CLOSE. GIVE IT TO THE PUBLIC! THE BOYFRIEND'S CREW. MEET THE FAMILY. UP YOUR GAME! HOT WHEELS. CAPTAIN AMERICA--CIVIL WAR! RIDING TOYS . . . FAN CENTRAL! GWENETH PALTROW: "IT'S ALL EASY." FRANCE BULL! TRAINING MANUAL FOR PRESENT AND FUTURE CAMPUS PROTESTERS, CIVIL RIGHTS ACTIVISTS, AND CRUSADER RABBITS, LIKE MYSELF . . . GOING BACK TO MY SUNDAY "WALK IN THE PARK WITH THE CIA," FBI OR SUITS, ALL ONE IN THE SAME--UNIFIED POLICE FORCE . . . THEY WILL INFILTRATE YOUR MOVEMENT, MAY EVEN ARM YOU AND SET YOU UP, TO BREAK THE MOVEMENT, LIKE THE OHIO 5, WHO STARTED THE "OCCUPY WALL STREET" MOVEMENT, THEN CHARGE YOU, AND LOCK YOUR ASS UP FOREVER. CAUTION. THEY TALK WITH THEIR HANDS. THE MOST PERSUASIVE ARGUMENTS HAVE: (1) FACTS; (2) STATISTICS; AND (3) EXAMPLES . . . I AM GOING BACK TO SUNDAY, AND START AT THE BEGINNING OF THE TRAIL, TO THE PARK, LITERALLY, THE BEGINNING OF THE TRAIL, AND TELL YOU WHAT TO LOOK FOR, WHO AND WHERE! WE ALL HAVE A FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHT TO FREE SPEECH, AS LONG AS WE "PEACEFULLY" ASSEMBLE, TO "REDRESS OUR GRIEVANCES WITH THE GOVERNMENT" AND THAT INCLUDES THE ALLEGED, INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY OR BETTER, COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE, THE SENATE INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY, AND THE ABC SOUP AGENCIES THEMSELVES, WITHOUT FEAR OF REPRISAL, RETRIBUTION, REVENGE, ARREST AND INCARCERATION, OR WORSE, DEATH! MOVE TO RUSSIA, IRAN, CHINA, AND NORTH KOREA FOR THAT SHIT! THIS IS GOD DAMN AMERICA, AND WE HAVE RIGHTS, FREEDOMS, AND LIBERTIES, WHETHER THE GOVERNMENT LIKES IT OR NOT! CLEAN CAR, HAPPY FAMILY. FULL HOME. HAPPY HOME! CORRECTION FROM REFERENCE TO SITTING IN THE "PRESS BOX" WHILE I WAS WATCHING THE FIREWORKS SUNDAY AT THE POVERELLO CENTER; I REALIZED, AND FORGOT HOW CONFUSING IT MIGHT BE TO THE STING OP CREW, WHEN I SAW THE "PRESS BOX" SPORTS BAR & GRILL, WHILE RIDING ON THE BUS, YESTERDAY . . . I WAS BEING SARCASTIC, AND REFERRING TO THE FIBER-GLASSED IN BUS SHELTER, ACROSS FROM THE FRESH MARKET ON, BROADWAY, THAT I WANTED TO REFER TO AS "BOX SEATS" AT A GRIZ FOOTBALL GAME! I AM SURE, MY "DOUBLE," WHOM, THE "HOUNDS OF JUSTICE" ARE PROTECTING, THINKING THE "FAKE" BITCHES ARE ME--EITHER COMPLETELY INCOMPETENT, OR TOTALLY DUMB, OR NOT, HAVE SAT MANY TIMES IN THE WASHINGTON STADIUM, IN THE "BOX SEATS" WATCHING THE GRIZ AFTER A TAILGATING PARTY, WHILE THE CREATOR OF THE WEALTH, THE DOER OF GOOD DEEDS, THE BLOGGER, REPORTING FROM "GOOD FOOD STORE", THE MOTHER OF THE ROCK AND POP OR RAP STARS, AND SMART, HOTTIE, MILITARY TRAINED, DAUGHTERS WITH MASTER'S DEGREES, AND SCHOLARSHIP OFFERS TO THE U OF M, LAW SCHOOL, WAS ENJOYING THE STING OP AND BUST, IN THE MOUNTAIN LINE "BOX SEATS" EVEN GLASS ENCLOSED TO PROTECT FROM THE WEATHER, WATCHING FIRE TRUCKS, THE TWO COPS RACING TO THE SCENE, WHEN I PUT MY BATTERY BACK IN MY CELL PHONE, MADE A CALL, THAT KICKED IN SURVEILLANCE, ON THIS MISSING RESIDENT OF THE POV. WHO WAS JUST THERE SECONDS EARLIER--I AM THE GHOST--NOT YOUR SPOOK TRAINED HAGS, FUCKING WITH THE AFTER GAME, PARTY, THE TONS OF FEDS, DETECTIVES AND UNDERCOVER COPS, AND THE 6 DEJECTED POLICE OFFICERS, WITH THE HUNTED, WATCHING THE HUNTERS! LOL! OH, WHAT FUN IT IS TO KICK BACK! RADICALS, YOU ARE PICKING A NOBLE AND EXCITING AVENUE OF "PUBLIC SERVICE," BEING THE WATCH DOG FOR THE PEOPLE . . . WITH LITTLE IN MONETARY PAY, BUT HUGE IN HONOR POINTS, BUT ALSO, A DANGEROUS ONE, HOWEVER! IF I GO OUT, I AM GOING OUT IN A FLAME OF GLORY . . . WE ARE BOUND BY GLORY! I AM GETTING REAL EXPERIENCED AT THIS SHIT, SO "LEARN LOUD!" LOL!

Government Infiltration Is Your Number One Enemy to Your Cause . . . Because, They Don't Like Rebels! Anymore Than Britain, Liked Our Rebellious Founding Fathers! 

The interesting thing about, us, in modern day America, to be distinguished from our revolutionary founding fathers, is they gave us a republic, and hoped we could maintain it, and now, we are in the process of fighting to get it back, tons of rights, back, that have, either been legislated out, gone by the wayside for lack of people, exerting their rights, through ignorance of those rights and protections, violation of those rights and failure of police or other government officials acting under color of law, to afford, enforce, and protect, for several members of society, or anti-American activities, deceptions, and propaganda from our local, state, and federal officials or elected officers, representatives, and leaders, in the three branches of government.

Speaking on infiltration, my blog, of course, just had the spell check turned off, by the fucking, NSA or National Security Agency, or the 30,000 spies, in Utah, watching the whole fucking western United States, including me, obviously, at Good Food Store, right here in River City, Missoula, Montana, at 9:59 A.M., so the fraud broads, can run MY intellectual property, through the scanner, as I post, showing up one some other alien IP number, in Utah, or some other part of Montana, or Chicago, Santa Barbara, or wherever, then going through, some computer, program, that, never changes, more than a few words, because, ever once in a while, their shit, shows up on my computer, rather than their clone computers and reveals, what lazy shit, they do, to claim, pride in performance, while they are fucking their pillow mates, and staying in bed, long after, I have published this blog!  Now that I have lost my train of thought, due to having to stop, go into a Google dictionary, to check my own, words, No Easy Day, in contrast and comparison, to the It's All Easy, days of the fraud broad, D.C., alleged, super hero girls, who are doing nothing more, that, capitalizing on my work, efforts, blah, blah, blah . . . and our intelligence buddies, are just too stupid to figure this easy shit out!  WHAT THE FUCK EVER!

SUNDAY CHRONOLOGY OF EVENTS--SPOOKS ON THE TRAIL!

• up and going by 4:20 A.M., thinking it is Tuesday, rather than Sunday . . . when you are retired, you never have a day off, and not going to church, my only marker, in the week, is Sunday, when the buses are not running.  So, I got something for breakfast, and parked my ass, in my usual place, the only place in the dining area, I can get an internet connection, and watch my true crime shows, because, I can't type, with my computer in the window seal, because it is too narrow . . . so, I will go to McDonald's when it warms up.  That was the plan, until, I started to see the storm clouds, gather, Dave, a few undercover looking dudes, were all up; therefore, I finish breakfast, and was off and running, earlier than I had originally planned.
• I can't remember, exactly what time I got to McD's, because, I called my daughter, Greta, to plan for the family bash, in Salt Lake City, Utah, this weekend, to celebrate birthdays and just have family fun, with the Secrist clan, at the zoo, swimming at the hotel, and eating.  I would say, I hit McD's, by 8:00 A.M., and started my blog, all on surveillance, but a cop came in to go to the bathroom, pretty early, probably aftermath from the early morning storm clouds, looming over my head . . . Town Pump . . . where the hell did she go, AGAIN . . . I told you I am the ghost, who ditches the spooks!  I watch a few movies, after writing my blog, and head back to the Poverello Center for lunch.
• after a quick lunch, watching the goons, knowing something is up, I high-tail, it over to trail, that goes to California Bridge, to sit and enjoy the Sunday sun, watch the river, ducks, look at the snow capped mountains, the reason we all live in Montana, meaning, mountains, and to relax, on my way over to the Aquatic Center, to enjoy a few more movies, and to relax . . . that was the plan . . .
• I am sitting on this bench, one of two, just at the start of the trail, and this dude, comes up from the river, packing garbage out of the small forest, water spillway, and grove of trees, where tons of homeless dudes and dudettes, like to hang out . . . he acts as if he is talking to me, when he tells me that he hauled two large black garbage bags out of the area, the day before, and I figured that he must have read my blog, because, I had written about the Clark River Clean Up, on Saturday, and wanted to get the homeless to go clean up their own shit, rather than expecting, citizen volunteers to do it for them, and I wanted the towns folks to respect my buddies at the Pov, and not think they are pigs!  This guy almost took the words out of my mouth, but, he didn't seem to be talking to me, and like many, spooks, they are playing for the cameras, communicating through their symbolism . . . as in taking out TWO garbage bags . . . symbolic of we are taking out the double, referring to me, protecting the ABC suits' female assets, or my evil twins, whom they "SHIELD" going after the real, ME, ME!  He gave me a clue, that I was in dangerous territory, and anything could happen, along this trail, with plenty of places for assassins, hit men or women, thugs, or whomever, is wanting me dead . . . it is all about the $$$$$$$$$$$$, so that could be anyone!  HEADS UP!
• I am not sure about these next guys, but as I hit the bridge, there is a cement flower garden, with benches around it, and there were three people, this tall dude from Las Vegas, a guy, sitting down with his hoodie on, blonde, but quiet, and some chick, who appeared to be older, than the guys . . . the Vegas guy, and I talked about the beautiful weather, and he mentioned that he came from Vegas, so he liked the heat . . . was that a sign?  Maybe, HEAT, being cops . . . he said, he was MADE for the weather, using almost the same words I had used, when I said, I WAS BORN FOR THIS, so, again, my mental faculties were on high alert, and I promptly, excused myself, and went over to the bridge, to sit on one of the outcroppings . . . I don't think, there was anyone on either of them, or so, it seemed.
• I like to take my time and smell the river, the trees, soak in the sunshine, stand over the bridge, and watch the small, stream, that trickles into the river, just under the bridge.  By this time, the three people I had been talking to, who also commented on trash around the river, slobs, and such, again, making me think, they knew exactly who I was, and what I had written about, cleaning up, etc., but, they had gone on passed me, and over to a bowery, further up the trail, on the west side of the river, on Hal's Walk.  I wrote about the corn ball, with the fishing hat, walking just like they do in the movies, with CIA, arms crossed across his chest, head bowed, or from what I could see, probably looking out from under the rim of the fishing hat, walking a very determined and directed walk, straight to me . . . he may have noticed, that I was watching him, from under my Poverello fund raising hat, that I had over one side of my face, while I was laying on a bench, near the restrooms, and near this bizarre cement embankment, that everyone from girls with guys, college students guessing what it is, to old women out for a Sunday walk . . . they should have a contest, guessing what the object is, because, nobody could tell, and it was a topic of conversation, that I heard, and watched, from under my hat, just as I had been watching the spook or assassin, who came right up to me, made a loop, and went back to the trail, then again, went over to the bench, just down the smaller trail to the bathrooms, leaving his bench, to look over at me, behind a nearby garbage bin, blocking his view from me, but, with me only needing, to move my head off the bench about an inch to see him.  He may have been the identifier, from what happened next!  He then, takes off, while I am still acting like I am taking a Sunday afternoon nap, either he thought I was awake, or watching him, or he was not sure who I was, or he was sure?
• I ditched the plan to walk to the swimming pool, to crash their internet . . . being homeless, especially, the days, I don't have money, which is generally, half of the month, you have to get real creative, so you don't appear homeless, or seem a loiterer, and the ABC suits are shutting down my old haunts one by one, security asshole at the bus station, at the hospital, and the Break Cafe, is getting more picky, if you don't buy something, and rightly so, business begets business, but they have been nice and know, I always buy stuff when I have money!  But, I finally sit up, getting hot, and all of the sudden this black dude on a bike is going down the trail, near me . . . he looked older than you 5 blacks attending the U of M, and he had a black, like gangsta black scarf of some type over his head, with a tail, that I was not sure if it was his hair, or the rag on his head.  At first when he went by, I thought, don't think, every fucking person on the trail, is a spook or hit man, so I kind of ignored him and dismissed him, as standing out to much, for making a hit, in Missoula!  LOL!  It is kind of like me, in Georgia at the Atlanta Airport, I was the only white!  When I told Greta and Dallas, that I now understood the way blacks feel in Salt Lake City, Utah, they called me a bigot!  No, I am just making a statement of fact!  But, as I got up to leave, after sitting for sometime after I saw the guy, I noticed, in my peripheral vision, that he started to move, just when I did, and it had been about 5 minutes, or so, since I even thought of him . . . he is looking more and more suspicious!  So, I, being the good citizen that I am, get off the grass, onto the trail, and the trail, starts to follow me!  I hit the main trail, and there was a bench, right off both the main trail and the littler one, and I sat . . . to look for the black guy, and he had just disappeared into thin air . . .what the fuck, how does one black dude with a bike, disappear, with all whites on the trail?  So, I got up, and figured, he was not a trail, and started over to the bridge, and when I turned around, HE WAS BACK FOLLOWING ME!  Spooks are on my ass, and probably all over this park!  SHIT!
• A stopped on another bench, overlooking the river, and this chick from the Poverllo, walked by me, as if she didn't want me to see her.  We had spoken, at the Pov. and seemed to be on the same page, with regards to cops . . . she had a ex-husband who was a cop in Wasilla, Alaska, home of Sarah Palin, aka, my sister, Rachel, and she was almost worst than I was, buckling to her knees, and pulling her arms under her, saying the cops are soooooooo corrupt, scream!!!!!!!!  I asked her if she ever saw Sarah Palin, and just as I expected, she often saw Todd Palin with the kids, but Sarah, not much. I thought, that figures, Rachel, is me, half the time, has to be with her own kids, the other half, and Todd, takes care of the Palin crew, covering the Alaskan duties . . . I think, there may have been a real, Mrs. Sarah Palin, who probably was in politics, looked like Palin, may have been murdered, plenty of husbands and wives kill their spouses, and with a shit load of incentive from the CIA and the Republican party, Tea Baggers, and from what I am experiencing, with this double trouble shit, I would not be surprised . . . do whatever it takes, with NO exceptions, and NO limits, including murder, as I am seeing.  So, when this chick was pretending to not see me, I thought, they have paid her off, she has crossed over to the dark side, and is playing the Shelley game, because, this is how it happens, like ABC, I meet someone, have rapport with them, laugh, and, the next time I see them, they act bizarre, like they don't know me . . . oh, I guess I am the crazy bitch Shelley, because, they switch the tables, and try to make me her, claiming to be JOANN, while she enjoys my great life and work, and I get SHIT, being her, just where she should be . . . just like that movie, Down, Out and Dangerous, with the Bart guy, having his whole fucking life stolen by this homeless dude . . . Shelley's favorite shows, 10 years ago, were the SOPRANOS and RICHES, with Minnie Driver, the show, where the losers, study the lives and homes of the rich and famous, and then kill them and move in!  I am sure she is on the cop side, seems more on the ball, with cute clothes, and new white boat shoes, but some of the Pov. chicks were talking about boobs, and the normal, and I said, what are you talking about, you have good boobs!  She said, oh, no, I nursed 4 kids, these are fake!  Cop wife, for sure, easy buy over, and probably brought down, to make me think, Sarah Palin, Rachel, was a good governor . . . fuck, the politicians were so corrupt in Alaska, that anyone, was an improvement!  Alaskan mafia, exchanged for the Mormon mafia, NO DIFF!  I let her spy, uninterrupted.  I saw a guy from the Pov. again, whom I have wondered, all the way along, if he was a spy . . . he is the one, who also, saw me latter the night of the BIG RAID, or PLANNED RAID at the Poverello . . . he walked over from Fresh Market, passed the bus shelter, where I was sitting, and I didn't want to draw attention to myself, but he may have been looking at the Market for me, or noting where I went, to report back!
• You know the rest of the story about the fiasco, at the Poverello Sunday night, as I did my normal, ghost routine, and as the feds walked in front of me, to gather at the lobby, I left!

AT LEAST THREE PISSED OFF COPS, STARTING ANOTHER STING OP, AT THE POV. AT ABOUT 6:00 A.M. . . . HATE TO EAT AND RUN, BOYZ, BUT GOTTA GO!  JUMP ON BUS #11, 6:45 A.M. RUN!

• either the construction workers, in Missoula are starting to ride the bus, or several spooks, got on the bus, several stops after me, one so fucking sarcastic, that I thought, he must be from New York! LOL!  Trashing all the bikers on the bus, three with bikes on the front of the bus, two inside and several more than were trying to get on the bus . . . seeing commuting a different way, the buses are filling, much like Chicago morning commutes, pretty soon, my joy rides, in will be yielded to real workers and tax payers!  LOL!  But this guy, with a very eastern look, hook nose and all, along with several buddies, was such an ass, they biker sitting in front of him, got off the bus, when he said, loud, Why do bikers, bring their bikes, when they don't intend to RIDE them!  Later, the robo voice, computer chick, on the bus, reported that we were at the airport, and to take your belongings when you get off the bus!  Again this ass, commented . . . What, like, your going to get of the bus, leaving everything you brought with you?  This was not your average construction worker, nor your average commuter!  Spook, pissed off, that I escaped the Pov. early!  LOL!
• Next, some good looking guy, jumps on #1 bus, turned to bus #2, at the Mall, and takes a short ride, again, good looking, but scruffy, like Mr. New York, and out of the blue, as all spooks do, they make the initial contact, and he strikes up a conversation, like he knows who I am . . . I am extremely good at remembering faces, but not names, and I would have recognized, a guy at the Pov. this good looking!  He starts asking me about my stolen computer, from last December, and I am thinking, were you there?  SPOOK!  No, I would have remembered, and you are dressed a bit too nice, even with the beard!  We discuss getting our stuff stolen, he said he got his stolen, within seconds, just sitting near it, in fact, he got his stuff stolen, 4X . . . BULL SHIT, he is trying to make me think, that getting my backpack stolen, within 20 seconds, was not a planned cop sting, and another attempt to take every bit of evidence, I am who I am, and get the backpack, I had just written about, the Columbia, get my computer, my money, my money card, and about everything that makes me, ME!  He promptly got off the bus, when I reported, that I thought, the theft was cop driven, because, when I called in a report on the $700 dollar loss, the cops never came, the Pov, staff, would not look at surveillance, and the thieves turned in paperwork, I had, thank God! so, the staff knew exactly what time and who, turned it in! nobody would help!  Each time something like this happens, there is this white Toyota Yaris, with PAML, and colorful dots, because they love Shelley, and think she is the colorful, writer, that I am!  FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  These guys have seen me for fucking 3 years, off and on!  ARE YOU RETARDED? OR PAID OFF? OR PART OF THE GAME? OR FRIENDS WITH THE COPS? OR GOT A LARGE DONATION OF MY FUCKING MONEY IN CONTROL OF THE MOB, PULLING THE WOOL OVER YOUR EYES?

Gotta Run Catch the Bus . . . Lunch at the Pov. Is Great, Nutritious and Yummy!

KISSES, HUGS AND LOVES, EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE BLIND TO WHO I AM!  LOL!