Tanking Greta's Car, a Bit Extreme To Stop Meeting With Rock Star and Pop Star Sons at the Zoo! But Not If You Are Making Millions on Music and Billions on My Blog, Stealing Identities and Claiming Parentage . . . Burnworth!
In previous blogs, I wrote about the robot spy gear GPS, implanted in the back of my knee, followed two days later, with an actual tick, as a cover . . . if the government, can use an unmanned aircraft, or drone, fly the device, all the way to Afghanistan, target an enemy, and assassinate them from the air, it can use a smaller remote controlled GPS robot, to climb up my pant leg and plant itself in the back of my knee! There was no tick, just a small, oval shaped bruise, without an insect, with its head and claws, buried under my skin. Ticks are parasites, that live off their host, generally find a dark, moist spot, as the back of the knee is, and bury its head, burrowing under the host's skin, sinking its small claws, located at the front of the body, near the head, into the host, hanging on, until it gets its fill of blood, eventually satiating the blood lust, and eventually dropping off the host agent. I believe, that, the first sting, was actually, the GPS implant, because, I could feel something hard, that was buried in its entirety, under my skin, that I could not see, nor get out; however, when I wrote my blog, wondering if, I had been bitten by a brown recluse or hobo spider, or a tick, until I looked at the bruise, having some understanding about the nature of tick activities, and not seeing either an insect, nor anything for that matter, on top of the skin, but feeling something very hard . . . although, there are hard and soft ticks, but no as hard as the element, that I felt, under my skin. And when I did eventually see the real tick, long after the biting and stinging, wondering if this was an after thought, seeing I had not been in the woods for the two weeks prior to the incident, and highly doubt that with a nightly very hot, shower, almost scalding hot, for about at least 30 to 45 minutes, I believe, the tick would not have survived or it would have bitten me long before that, or I would have felt it crawling on me, seen it, or something, before standing in the Rexberg, Idaho Salt Lake Express Shuttle Terminal, rather than seeing the tick, two days later.
I discovered the creature, while at the Matheson Courthouse, State Street, SLC, Utah, after two days after the original shock of the sting, didn't notice the foreign object, actually enjoying the lack of cop attention, wondering it this robot, could ward off attacks, assaults, and serve as maximum security and protection, wondering if that perhaps the goodfellow cowboy cops, might have planted this, tracking device, as a means of protection, knowing I most likely would have objected, had I known, and how the tick got on me, is still a mystery, much more than the robot . . . but I felt an intense stinging again, in about the same place . . . but I also, noticed, what looked like two welts or bites, perhaps bites. Just seconds before the discovery, shortly after ordering lunch, and noticing about 6, what I thought were judges, who had come in the courthouse cafe, without me noticing them, leaving me to surmise that they must be judges, who came in from somewhere, because, I think I would have noticed either door, so their presence came as a surprise. I did not think, FBI agents, until after a lone female, who was with the men, walked passed me, and out the door, I had come in earlier, with me assuming for some reason, that the men, with her had also, left, because I could not see them, not realizing, that, while I was talking to Greta, telling her about this parasite that I had to grab, and tug three times, to get it off my back knee, grossing me out totally, these men, appeared to have moved, closer to where I was sitting, because, there was a corner between their group and where I was sitting, hiding them from my view. It was not until, I hung up with Greta, that I noticed two men, looking at me, just like the 6 had, when I first noticed them, and they started to whisper . . . oh, a woman, looking a lot like Shelley, had also come in for lunch, leaving me to wonder, if the men eavesdropping on my conversation, learned that, I was the attorney--blast from the past, they remembered or had been reading about, in my blog, because, they seemed, into me, for one reason or the other.
DEMANDING ANSWERS
One thing that is critical to understanding both the possibility of the robot plant, the menacing attacks, at the bus terminal, and the possibility, that these were FBI agents, with a sting op planned, was that I had done something I have never done before, in the three years I have been riding the bus . . . I ordered my bus tickets online, and a few days early, leaving me to think, that, due to the fact that, me and my family were not meeting, until, Saturday, and I booked it out of town, early Wednesday, morning, leaving the terminal without cops, doing stake outs, or me, as in the past, having to slide off bus #2, a few blocks up, and sneak into the bus terminal through a side door, or hiding behind trucks, watching undercover cops, looking for me, and asking other riders, about this or that, so being able to just get on the bus, normal, was strange and felt, just so, average and so normal, and so bizarre, seeing that has never happened before, leading me to believe, that, I would do my normal, stray at the Povereallo Center, up until the day, I was leaving, so I could save money on motel rooms, or just never having money to order early, or not wanting to order online, or just being easier, while more expensive, just have the ticket agents, do the work . . . I wanted to make sure that I made it to my destination to see me kids, to celebrate birthdays, being blocked, stopped, or interrupted in my travel plans, or delayed, detoured, etc. I made it almost 12 hours onto my destination, without interference, for once, actually being very nice, for a change . . . so, I am sure, that, when I didn't show up to check in at the Poverello Wednesday night, was the first time, someone was notified that I was GONE, sending shock waves, through the fuckers, who have 24/7 surveillance on me, knowing my comings and goings, either through spies, inside the shelter . . . if fact, when I took off, at 2:00 A.M., Wednesday morning, to go do my monthly ritual of going to the Oxford, before leaving town, Frank, saw me, kind of trying to slip out, without notice, walking behind this chick, who was sick, being a large girl, and Frank busy; however, I think, either Frank, or someone came out and saw me, walk up the street, leaving me sure that he would call the cops, because of all the shit, going on Sunday, before, sure the cops would be looking, if not to do something, like stop me, so the truth about, who my kids belong to, could be covered, as it has the four years, that I have been run out, stopped, or have had bogus warrants, to stop the revelations . . . I took precautions and took the side roads, seeing cops, on Broadway and Spruce, while I walked, on the street, in between. I took several other precautions, like a few decoy buses, making it look, like business as usual . . . so when I got out of the state, without notice, until about at least 10:30 P.M., the robot, was the solution.
With that one fact, in mind, ditching the normal hassle that generally accompanies me leaving or coming to town, I believe, that there was a general feeling that the TRUTH was soon to be exposed, when I got with my kids. I believe the menacing two men, along with the FBI agents, with me, finally placing where I knew the face of one of the men, I figured to be judges, brought to my recollection, was that, back, years ago, when working either at the Utah Attorney Generals Office, or the Utah Medical Association, I had been contacted by the FBI, and went to meet with the agents, at their secret building location, at their invitation and request, and I was sure, that, several of these men, had interacted with me, back in the day, before, I had been poisoned, if not the men, who poisoned me, after I got 9 federal agents and prosecutors fired, on government billing, for Medicare/Medicaid, investigation of doctors, also teaming with the staff attorney for the Utah Department of Health, Frank Myler, pushing even FBI agents, around, in a meeting back in late 1999, after Frank and I put together a manual, detailing the federal statutory and constitutional due process procedures, for doing their investigations on our doctors in the state of Utah . . . not winning any friends and gaining many enemies, just a month or two before, I was diagnosed or poisoned with what was termed, Pick's Disease, that would have had me dead long ago, not going to the U.S. Supreme Court! I am pretty sure that, based on the stares, and the God Intel, I got to leave, the courthouse . . . I was about, to the end of a true crime show, when I stopped to go get lunch, returning after the tick and the ticked FBI agents, but, the first thing I saw, when I returned to the movie, the high school kid was walking through the high school and the camera, landed on the word "GO" on a school spirit poster. I blew it off, as something I was going to ignore . . . until, "GO" appeared a second time, larger, and then a third time, "GO" followed by "SAFETY" giving me increasingly alarming and beyond coincidence, signs, that I needed to get out and GO!
I remember, that as I entered the law library after lunch, this chick at the front desk, asked me where I was going? I was taken back by that, because, I had been at the law library the day before, never talked to the woman, went to the back of the library where NOBODY ever hangs out, with most people near the front, where the computers are, giving access to court forms and research, plus law librarians, who have law degrees . . . so, her stopping me, unlike earlier, nor the day before, added by the FBI agents, all court doors, being manned by about 4 deputy sheriffs, guarding each exit, and now this . . . something was afoot . . . I didn't wait to find out what was planned! Am I paranoid, do I have PTSD, FUCK YEAH . . . you don't have 26 body counts, connected with your cases, 3 men, murdered who just liked me, Kennedy shot, for eating and hanging out with me, tends to make you a bit nervous and one edge! AS I walked across the parking lot and headed to the Spring Hill Suites Marriott Hotel, a storm started to brew, wind gusting, and dust kicking up . . . warning me, that there was symbolically going to be resistance to this trip to the zoo and family fun. Greta and the boys showed up, and as we got ready to go to the Zoo, Greta having gone out early to get some Starbucks coffee, she noticed that the car was leaking oil, and driving a bit crazy. What do you tell your daughter, that her car has been sabotaged because, she and her brothers, were claimed by other parents, and this rare opportunity to get together, was putting all of us at risk, from those who don't want the TRUTH KNOWN!
TRADER JOE'S
We planned on going to Trader Joe's Natural Food Store, to buy lunch items for our picnic, and the car seemed a bit bumpy, but it drove fine, no worries at this point. I was afraid, that someone, had noticed her car, and messed with it in the night, but I was hopeful, that all would be well, being the optimist that I am, and also having the happiness gene, just being excited to be with my kids, grandkids, going to the zoo, and having a picnic. But, after shopping, and heading up 4th South, which is a steep incline, the car, seemed a bit sluggish, but I don't recall, that Greta said anything, as she talked about still wanting to go to law school, possibly at the University of Utah, where she had also been accepted, as she had to the University of Montana, and saying how much she wanted to get a bungalow and live up near the U of U, deep memories of university life of her parents, living downtown, and also, having lived with me, after divorce, in a cool old village brownstone, on the Avenues, and also on the Utah Historical Preservation List and Register, with a great view of the state capitol building, where I used to sit and say . . . one day, I am going to own that building! LOL! Maybe? But the closer we got to the Zoo, all o f the sudden the car started driving like shit, until, we pulled up on a light, and the car stopped in the middle of a four lane roadway, with us two lanes from the side of the road, panicked and stopped. We were barely able to drive the car up to the Zoo, and coast into a parking spot, with the car, totally dying! I am 100% convinced, that the car computer, was being controlled from satelite, or the damage had been done, the night before. You see they break you, then make life so miserable, that, you almost have to play ball with the fucking cops mafia, family, or super mob, or have your life, destroyed . . . out of the blue, Greta has some health issues that cropped up since we planned this outing, her landlord said, that they needed to be out of the house they rent, soon, and now, they need a new car? SERIOUS? This is NOT UNCOMMON!
But we all got together, between me and Greta's dogged determination, we were able to rent a car, pay for everything . . . $300 to rent a car? but make it to St. George, Utah! Dallas is down rafting the Colorado River and out of contact, for almost the entire 21 day excursion, so Greta has had to deal with this herself, or with some help from me . . . new house, now car! and doctor's appointment! These guys are fuckers and they play dirty! You keep fucking with my family, I am going to go after you with more means that this blog, I guarantee that!
360 DEVICE . . . ON THE BACK OF THIS DUDE'S SHIRT
There are these two guys sitting behind me, in the booths at McDonald's, and he got up to go order some food, and on the back of his black and grey shirt, it said, 360 Device . . . sign, CIA, FBI, strange, coincidence? Nevertheless, very appropriate for what I am writing. I think, that like in politics, kids should be off limits . . . I chose to play the games I play, with whatever the risks and consequences, but my children and grandchildren did not, SO FUCK OFF, ASSHOLES!
DREAM: GRETA, KIDS AND ME, AT HOUSSER LAKE, OUTSIDE OF HELENA, MONTANA, 5 SHERIFFS, SURROUNDING ME, NO ESCAPE . . . EARLY MORNING ESCAPE OUT OF TOWN IN ST. GEORGE, UT
It is interesting to me, that once again, the place of the dream, is in Montana, or so it seemed, and I am with my daughter Greta and her kids, taking it REAL time, in St. George, Utah . . . I thought of the possible significance, of the setting and the sheriff connection. I am not sure how to spell Housser Lake, but I am sure that this is not it, but either spelling, the phonetic word would be the same, if it were spelled, Hoiser Lake, making me think, of the words contained in the name, How Is It Her, Lake . . . Jack or John King Strode (Ware) the first guy I met in Kalispell, has property out at Finley Point, on the Flathead Lake, and with all the doubles, the sister covers, the theft of identity, and such, there is a part of me, that wonders if Shelley and Jack hooked up, because, I believe, that after I wrote about the FBI raids on the medical marijuana growers many in the Flathead Valley, I was allegedly to have died, that following weekend, in an automobile accident, outside of Missoula, Montana, 2012, just days before the elections, with Mormon Mitt Romney, ran, unsuccessfully, against President Obama, and tons of connections between my $357 million securities case, national attention, a forgery on the settlement, the viewing of A Mormon President for the World, a PBS Special, shown in the UK, with Kay ME, or the impostor and poser, along with others, showing March 27, 2012, shortly after Mitt got the Republican nomination . . . that came on the heels of me attending an Elections Law Seminar, at the University of Montana law school, sometime at the end of October, or first of November, days before the elections, being blocked from speaking about my case, upsetting several attorneys who attended the seminar.
But, Shelley, as one of my shadows, most likely was the double to go to Whitefish, and likely hook up with Jack, and set me up, claiming to have taken me to Pennsylvannia for Thanksgiving holiday, right after the elections, believing that he took Shelley, framed me, and claimed that it was I would went, when I took off, the night before Thanksgiving when my son, Elliot, God's Revolver, was spending the holiday alone . . . I left Jack in the casino, and took off, with him later claiming that I went with him back east, which he had asked me to do . . . but I suspect, Shelley, was In Her Shoes, or my shoes, and did what she had done with Jerry Owens, Brett Stuart/Stewart, Frank, aka, Allan Bess, and other, men, I was either married to, or had been with, being the girl Friday, playing me, and very willing to do so . . . he owns property on Finley Point, which may be in Marilyn Ware Strode's name, but I wondered if the two, got married, and build a house out on the point? Worth checking! Back to the dream symbolism, how's her, if she is at the lake? Most people, given the fact of my poverty, and her having my wealth, would assume, as it is planned and orchestrated, that she is me, and I her, which would make sense as to why the cops are pursuing me, so rabidly, rather than going after Shelley the con artist, who could be up at Finley Point. This is called bait and switch!
CLOSE ENCOUNTER OF A NICE KIND WITH SHERIFF AT HOUSSER LAKE BACK WHEN I FIRST CAME TO MONTANA
For the first two and a half months, as I recall, I don't think I saw a cop, other than the tons of highway patrol cars, stored, east of Helena, near Walmart, and it was so refreshing, given all the shit, I put up with in Utah . . . I don't even think I saw anyone get a ticket, that is until, I opened my very political mouth, and talked at the Whitefish Library, when they had the documentary on the FBI raids, medical marijuana issues, in New York Production Inc., Code of the West, or my political coming out party, in the state of Montana, and this was late October, and I had been, going up to Montana, mainly, Helena and Missoula, since March of 2012, everything changed after that library meeting. Cops lined highway 93 from Whitefish to Helena, with 50 or so highway patrol cars, surrounding the state capitol building while I was writing up the remarks I made at the library the night before. That is when all hell broke loose, in Montana until, by October/November, I was allegedly killed in an automobile accident. But, prior to June, 2012, because, I was sitting in my gold Ford Ranger, reading The Vigilante laughing my ass off, and the funny articles and cartoons, dealing with Mitt and the elections, in a pounding rain storm, sitting a Housser Lake, just enjoying life, I noticed, a sheriff drive by me, on the highway, several times, and I thought, oh, no, he must know who I am, given the way he is driving by me and my truck.
Eventually, this sheriff, pulled up behind me, and slowly approached me, while I was trying to ignore him. Finally, he was just standing looking in my driver's side window, and so I had to roll down my window, and asked if I could help him. He asked me what I was doing, just sitting there in the storm, and I told him, I was reading, and I shared several funny articles, just being exposed to Montana humor and culture for the first time, actually seeing it in living breathing print, and funny as hell. We talked, and laughed, and that was about it. However, I had been to a celebration of the 1972 Constitution, 40 year anniversary, Conversations of the Constitution, somewhere around April 19 and 20, 2012, at Caroll College, delightful and informative, so, I may have come on someone's radar screen, at that conference? Anyway, in my dream the other night, I was sitting, at a lake, that seemed a lot, like where I was sitting, when this happened back in 2012, but I was with my daughter, and grandkids, or at least, with Greta, when s sheriff's deputy, in a silver truck, pulled up, back aways, and I told Greta, I better go, and just got up and pretended that I was going somewhere . . . anywhere, the deputy was not. This was a man in his 50's, with either short hair, or going somewhat bald, and as I recall had a bit of a pocked face, from acne? He was gaining on me, so I knew, this didn't appear to be a friendly visit, but from out of the bushes . . . very symbolic of the Bush Patriot Act, four more deputies came after me. I was trying to make small talk with the man who first approached me, but, with the impending menace of the four other officers, light hearted talk, just didn't seem to appease the officer in pursuit? That is where the dream ended. But, I do remember, feeling, surrounded and there was no way out of this situation.
BLOWING IN THE WIND
I just laid in bed, thinking about the day before, the public works guy, the stake out guy, or so it seemed, me going to Fabulous Freddy's, seeing a police truck and cop in the reflection on the window, hiding in the restroom, then watching, safely, from behind glass, not one cop, but two, leave, shortly thereafter, but too coincidental taking the totality of the circumstances! I was pondering what the dream meant, and I was puzzled at the fact that I didn't fall back asleep, seeing that I had missed two total night's sleep, on my journy down to Utah, and with hotel letting me get a room, seeing that I can't seem to get I.D., and that is on purpose, because since, December 17, 2012, when my Utah driver's license expired, and me trying to get a Montana or a Utah license, I have been blocked, every way but Sunday! So, I spent the night on the streets a common experience for me, in the last three years without a vehicle, due to lack of a driver's license, or car, since 4 sheriffs, stole my truck, and my car was blown up with a pipe bomb. later to show up, in Kalispell at the Outlaw Inn, where Jack was staying . . . leading me to believe, that the bomb was intended to scare me, doing enough damage to make it a pain in the ass, but scared enough to get the fuck out of Salt Lake, leaving the damaged car, to be recovered by my double, or cops, and repaired, taken up to Montana . . . just as I was saying that dude, at McD's, said, RACHEL . . . remember, everything I do, is attributed to one or the other of my 9 doubles, I am allegedly dead! Check the surveillance cameras, two of them, at the McD's on Braudway, Missoula, Mt, at 6:00 P.M., and you will see me, madly typing away, on this blog!
Due to the fact, that I can go on shear energy for days on end, until, finally, about the third day, sleep hits me, and I go under, wherever I am, I was shocked that after the dream, I didn't fall back asleep. But, in God's dealings with me, I find, that dreams I should heed, I stay awake and get some type of impression, as to what I should do. It dawned on me, that maybe, sheriffs, in Washington County, where I lived and practiced law, were going to surround Greta's house, in a menacing way, like in the dream and this time, due to the element of surprise, I would not get away, and they would have their way with me, be it jail, or death, all is fair in southern Utah, long a law unto itself! The bad boy cops, down in those parts of Utah, fucking hate, brassy, educated, bitches, like me, coming down from Salt Lake City, and bossing them around! All of the sudden, I thought, perhaps, I should get up and get the fuck out of the house, and out of the area, catching the next bus out of dodges! All of the sudden, my mind, turned to that old song, The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind! I thought, like the wind, I needed to get out, playing the ghost, I always do, and get the fuck up and out of the house, early, just in case there is some sting op, putting me in a situation, much like the one in the dream. I was out and gone by 4:30 A.M., didn't stop to put on make up, grabbed a hat, hit the road . . . three buses, and a short walk, heading out of town and not early enough for me!
BY THE 3RD CITY BUS, THERE APPEARED TO BE AN FBI AGENT DRIVER . . . LET ME OFF AT QUALITY INN . . . WHERE? I SAID, I AM FROM MONTANA AND I KNOW YOUR ROUTE BETTER THAN YOU DO! HE SEEMED A BIT DEPRESSED--I ALREADY SUSPECTED HE WAS FIB, THERE ARE TYPES WHO DRIVE BUSES--HE WAS NOT ONE!
This morning, on the last leg of my trip home, leaving Butte, Montana, at 5:40 A.M., to arrive in Missoula, about 7:45 A.M., there was a similar experience with the bus driver. Now, most of the chick drivers, have an ass, even larger than mine, and the guys are generally older, and nondiscript. Okay, so, coming back from Billings, I believe is the first time, I came in contact with this very attractive, thin, driver, who, on the way down to Salt Lake City, was driving s shift, that was not her own, she was training someone, and she was wearing her jogging or yoga outfit, and said that the reason she didn't have her uniform on was that the zipper broke, and she was training anyway. Although the lady driving, didn't act like a trainee, and on more than one occasion, she almost barked at this cute chick, who could easily be an agent, and claimed that her husband, was a DEA agent, after our drive today, when I talked to her, and some other chick, who didn't like Mormons, or cops, over heard our conversation, and she told me how dirty the Spokane cops were and this chick was pretty knowledgeable . . . could have been an agent herself? But, the driver was very quick to get off the bus, and she said, I will see you, because I want to go to the wild bronc horse auction in Miles City, in a few weeks. I don't think she liked hearing about dirty cops, some of my Utah exploits, and she grew very quiet, and perhaps that is why the other chick came up and took over? Strange, but common! in my world of cloak and daggers. The driver, told me right off the bat, that her husband was in law enforcement, and I assumed, she was married to a city cop or sheriff, and it was at the end of the drive, that I asked her what kind of cop, she married, and she looked, at me, like I should be scared, after she told me the DEA, and me telling her that my battles with cops, started 23 years ago, when I killed asset forfeiture . . . it is she, who should be scared, or better embarrassed, not me . . . I have always been true to my OATH, so, what is the problem?
I went on to tell her, without missing a beat, that DEA should have been fired, when I ratted out the cops, for three years of harvesting marijuana grows in Utah, with no suspects, bragging they took, $13 million worth of street drugs off the streets . . . to get more grant money! I said, I called the harvest, cop day in the mountains, when allegedly hikers, or hunters, found the grows, never suspects, no arrests, but extensive drip systems, pine trees shaved up 6 to 8 feet, to cover the grows from the air, and harvest time always, the second week in August! I got the U.S. Attorney General for the District of Utah, involved, he brought in undercover marines, SEALS, and search and rescue with clearance to use lethal force if necessary, seeing cops and DEA agents, expanding exponentially, in southern Utah, bringing new cop cars, bike cop trucks, new EMT vehicles, back in 2008, when the rest of the nations cops were begging mayors and county commissioners for more gas money, when the gas hit over $4 per gallon, with cops told to park their squad cars, unless they get a call or there is an emergency.
SHIPMENTS OF BLACK AND WHITE SQUAD CARS, POLICE DEPARTMENTS POPPING UP OVER NIGHT, IN WASHINGTON CITY AND COTTONWOOD HEIGHTS!
During that time, I had undercover cops, military, SEALS, tell me, that, there was so much corruption in St. George, that, if Washington, D.C., could not clean the city up, undercover ops, there would be tanks driving on Dixie State College/University; they told me that every cop in the state new my name, hated me and wanted me dead! I got 8 cops fired, but there should have been DEA agents, and higher cops fired too! Motorcycle cops, would top me on the streets, and justify their jobs, how they had cut down on the accidents, worried that I would go after them. The city and the college were divided up, and I had undercover, good looking hotties covering my ass, standing at attention, as I left lectures, or burger joints, making sure, I wasn't killed back then. This bus driver, could not get away from me fast enough . . . it wasn't me, who had the problems, nor was i growing shit, marijuana, in states where it was and still is illegal, harvesting the cache of shit, and selling it to states with legalized medical marijuana or pot! Shit every cop I know smokes the shit! I told the undercover military and search and rescue dudes, that were guarding me, that, many of these guys go to church . . . they said, they know, and they had guns, under their church attire!
What I am going to tell you next about the plans for my demise, starting with vapor trails, from St. George to Salt Lake, with cops waiting for me in line, checking schedules, asking women, who were lined up for the Salt Lake Express to Butte, who there were, with me going across the street, when I could tell this was not a prison inmate transport, or pre-release deal, like the old volunteer sheriff, was telling me, standing behind me in line . . . part of the gig? But, after the cops, didn't go up to the front of the line, waited, acting like they were buying time, not normal . . . cops will generally, just go to the counter, and get their business done, not waste time in line, but at first, I gave them the benefit of the doubt, innocent until proven guilty, then I ditched out across the street, as they stood by the ticket counter, looking at me, before, ruling me out, but, I wasn't taking any chances, gone, till they left, then I got my ticket.
BIZARRE ATTEMPT TO PURCHASE TICKETS
I tried to buy a ticket, for May 3 or 4, 2016, but, low and behold, but not surprised, this route, was not online, or I could not order my ticket online. Like I said, these fucks are control freaks, want to know what I am doing, where I am going, and with whom, 24/7. Sometimes I am lucky enough to ditch them, to get on a bus, or get out of town, or get away, but rarely as in this case, do I get much more than 24 hours, off surveillance and I believe that fucked with their lame ass minds, not to mention, it is none of your fucking business what I am doing, when and with whom, going where! 9th amendment right to privacy, 5th and 14th amendment right to life and liberty, MINE! Usually, if you order on line, you can save up to $15 or more dollars, and the earlier the better, with prices changing as the bus gets booked, sometimes with delays making me pay an extra $100 in 7 days. So, online, I could go from St. George to Missoula, for a shockingly cheap ass price of $113! But, since I could not order online, there was no difference between online and getting your tickets from the dealer, which was Texaco gas station at the bottom of Bluff St., St. George, Utah. So, out early, I got to the bus ticket purchase agent at about 6:30 A.M., and again, I could not order a ticket. Some foreign guy who didn't speak English took me outside and told me to call Greyhound, which I did. They told me, I could purchase a ticket, in Cedar City . . . where I sued the shit out of the world, but okay. The bus driver would not stop, to let me order a ticket. You can get one in Provo. No there machine was not allowing the clerk to get online and order me a ticket. THIS IS FUCKED UP, because, I knew the price was going up with each mile and I planned on paying $113, with only $135 left in my wallet! I told her, that I had done my due diligence, starting early, trying to lock in that price and pay!
You will have to get your ticket in Salt Lake City, Utah. What the fuck? As I got off the bus, and noticed the two cops, one female--she is probably better at telling age, I would guess, than the guy, but both young, I started putting two and two together: (1) blocking me from getting an online ticket, would do one of two things, first block a surprise exit, like the one, coming down, (2) drive the price up; and (3) make it look like I NEVER got on the bus, with no paper trail, allowing the officers to arrest me, book me, lock me up and throw away the key, or kill me, with nobody, knowing or talking to me, before I took off that morning, with me even contemplating going to Grand Junction to throw cops off my trail! Nice, easy, slick, and I disappear without a trace, and the doubles get full reign of my life, without interruption, everyone can spend their ill gotten gains, and all the girls will sleep better at night, knowing, they are free and clear to be ME! I mean, they figured this day, way back, basically, in 2000 when I was poisoned, then again, in 2012, and every day since then, trying to prepare the fraud broads, to take my place, stealing, raiding and learning my craft, to replace ME, but you think, they are ME, already, so just the wrap up of this huge ass, 16 year long plan!
The Miracle
Remember, I only had $135 to get me back to Montana. I had already gone from St. George to Salt Lake City, so, I needed to pay for the trip from St. George to SLC. There was this Hispanic guy, who had to do the same thing. At each stop, he would have me go first, because, he didn't speak the language, so I would run interference for both of us, saving him the time and frustration. When we got off the bus, he motioned for me to go ahead of him in the line, even when I insisted he go first. And had, I not taken off, this whole thing, probably would have left me short on cash, without the proper I.D., and paying the $79, this dude had to pay, after I got back in line behind him, with the cops gone, and me watching what a pain in the ass, this could be with a no, nonsense black chick, who was not taking shit from anyone. Why should she? We were stuck, we were the ones who had to get here or there, so I thought, I am fucked. But, as this Hispanic guy got up to his turn in line, being the helpful, honest person I am, coming completely clean, telling her both of our woes, of not being able to buy tickets, all along the way, starting in St. George, until we got here! I told her I had tried to buy a ticket since the week prior, but could not get the tickets online, which she seemed shocked to learn! NSA, HACKER HAGS, FBI, CIA? Nothing new to this gal!
I have learned to just trust God, do my best, and be honest, always the best policy. The dude, finally got his tickets, showed his I.D., and now, I had to deal with this chick, who has seen me many times, and each time, her way or the highway. I jump right in arguing my case, that I could have gotten a ticket, blah, blah, blah, for $113, which I relied on. She said, she could not get me that price, and I was just waiting for her to make me pay for the $79 dude had to pay, plus, the cost of the price to Missoula, that surely would be higher than what I had. She said, your ticket will cost you $125 . . . cool, I'll take it! That is the price I got, ordering online, but that was from Missoula to Salt Lake City, the week before. I had been completely honest with her, and I was not going to argue, she knew the facts, and I was just fine with that! LOL! I have easily paid, well over $200 to go from St. George to somewhere in Montana! As, I got on the shuttle, gratefully heading out of town, leaving within 15 minutes of getting the ticket, relieved, and on my way, with a shuttle driver, who looked CIA, no surprise, never have seen him before, but he was nice enough, and cool, so who cares! But, on the road, I kept seeing that trucking company, CRST, phonetically, sounding out, CHRIST! I swear, I saw it about 20 times, going from SLC to Idaho. In Ogden, I noticed a JESUS SAVES, cross, and a truck at the rest stop, further up the road, JESUS CHRIST IS LORD! NO SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JESUS SAVES!
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!
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