Nobody Questions Anybody . . . Pretending to be an Attorney is Easy! Watch True Crime Shows, Like Shelley Has for 20 Years (I'm a New Comer to True Crime Shows), AND Get Dirty Judges, Who Have Shit on Them, and, Bingo--WEAR Your Sister's Lawyer Suits--In Like Flint--And Just as Dirty as the Water in Flint, Michigan!
REAL ATTORNEYS AND JUDGES WILL HAVE BURNING SUSPICIONS--I AM SURE! REAL ATTORNEYS AND THE BAR SHOULD BE PISSED AS HELL!
I woke up, at about, 4:20 A.M., this morning, and laid there thinking of, JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., self-authenticating clothing, paperwork, manuals, hats, letters, and even my rust and teal, double breasted, pleated pant suits, that, showed up, like, in 2010, after I started practicing law again, and Shelley, out of the blue, showed up wearing my teal or turquoise pant suit, that I wore all the time, when I was at the Utah Medical Association, dropping a cool $2,000 at South Towne Mall, ZCMI, after getting the general counsel, position, thinking if I was working with the doctors, I ought to up my wardrobe a bit, and not being the shopping queen, like Rachel and Marcie, in the family, I would do like I used to, each, new school year, at BYU, go over to the Wilkinson Center, Student Union, and go spend $400 on nice shirts and colored jeans, for the school year, and in true, JoAnn anti-shopper fashion, I got these two suits, both, the same brand, both right next to each other, but different colors, purchased a few, shells to wear under them, white pleated and a black shell, got, a few belts to match my pumps, and that was it, dressed for success with the doctors, and I always, buy classic stuff, that are just as much in style, now as they were back in 1998 or 99 when I bought them! After I stopped practicing law, in 2000, going back in 2009, late in the year, October, I thought of those old suits, and figured they had been given to the Good Will of Utah, or the Mormon Deseret Industries and long gone. So, shock, was an understatement, when Shelley, came out wearing, one of them, when she had a meeting or something . . . even a ready made wardrobe, or this little impostor, Shelley!
So, for some reason, I thought, while I am hot on these bitches trails and their bastard cops mates, I ought to list a few of the very significant, items that were so, connected, tied, and related to who I was, prior to being taken out of the game, by the game boys and girls, running through that list and even getting, very good proof, just this morning in the mail! I got, a copy of my marriage certificate, from back, in November of 1974, showing, as requested, by the Billings DMV, where I tried to get a driver's license, after three years of being denied, being told to bring one more form of proof, 5X what anyone else had to bring, because the girls had been using my license for fucking years, 9 the first time, and I got it back, and then, the fuckers arranged, for this person or that DMV to steal, all my I.D., when I first came to Montana, because, Utah wanted to claim me . . . ah, no, my personal, private and real property, comes with me, not stays with Brett and the Utah boyz and girlz . . . Utah blew it with me, lost the best attorney they had seen in YEARS, in not DECADES!
But, just like the scriptures say, If you set a trap for someone, you will fall in it, yourself! I was afraid, that certificate of marriage to Richard Clifton Secrist, was long, stolen, since, they were watching me like a hawk in Billings, erased even my Walmart Money card purchases, making it look like I wasn't in Kalispell, Whitefish and Billings at the end of January, first of February, being able to sneak and at least get a letter stating that, I have a Social Security Card, but it is in the mail . . . that one is a now show, but, making me get a copy of my marriage license, pissed me off, but, Sami, the chick, at the place who helped me, had me sit down immediately, when we got back, she had me apply for the certificate, and her organization, ordered, mailed and paid for the $8 license, because I didn't have the money . . . had she not insisted, that I use her computer, her phone, and her check, it would have been intercepted, through, my computer, my phone, because, I am bugged and under surveillance, 24/24/7! THANKS SAMI! WE DID IT!
BLOCKING MY CELL PHONE PICTURES NOW
- I took a picture of the envelop with:
- Sherrie Swensen--a personal acquaintance of mine! I think I met Sherrie, when I was on the Governor's Committee on Marriage, and was pushing for pre-marriage counseling--which is in the books in Utah, the legislature just didn't appropriate any money for the counseling or training . . . nice.
- Salt Lake County Clerk
- 2001 South State Street, #S2 200
- PO Box 144575
- Salt Lake City, Utah 84114-4575
- I took a picture of my full Marriage License--No. A 6395
- I took a close up, so you, reader, could see:
- You are hereby Authorized to Join in Holy Matrimony
- Mr. Richard Clifton Secrist of Salt Lake City in the County of Salt Lake and State of Utah, over the age of 22 years, and M(s) Jo Ann Southwick of Bountiful in the County of Davis and State of Utah over the age of 19 years.
- Witness my hand and official seal this 25th day of November 1974, W. Sterling Evans County Clerk, Salt Lake County, Utah, by Veronica S Brady Deputy Clerk. I hereby that on 27 Nov. 1974, and it goes on to say, that an elder of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints did join in Holy Bonds of Matrimony according to law RICHARD CLIFTON SECRIST of the county of SALT LAKE state of UTAH and JOANN SOUTHWICK of the county of DAVIS state of UTAH. The nature of the ceremony was according to the rites of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and was a present mutual agreement of marriage between the parties of all time.
- Signed by: Groom, Bride, First Witness was Harold C. Secrist, Second Witness was Richard G. Southwick.
- I also have the receipt dated, 03/03/2016 03:06 PM
- Receipt #: 2636, Station 5, Cashier: ABJORGE, Receipt Name: SECRIST/SOUTHWICK
- the DMV wanted proof, showing me go from, Southwick to Secrist . . . how many other people, who have a letter, from Social Security, stating you have a card, and it is in the mail, that you also have to prove, you maiden name, and marriage, from fucking 40 years ago?
Other Self-Authenticating Evidence in the Hands of Others
- a letter from the Utah Medical Association, thanking me on behalf of all the doctors, in Utah, for being the right person at the right time, to take on the Medicaid/Medicare Fraud Units of the government
- in the hands of my father, Richard G. Southwick, probably giving him ideas, he had power of attorney, and I don't know how he got my mail, but I was dying at the time, and didn't pay much heed to the letter, nor the potential of identity theft, who would think? My father asked me if he could keep the letter. I didn't see why not . . . but I do NOW!
- four copies of the Utah Prosecutor Newsletter, probably the first four monthly issues, starting, somewhere, around May or June, of 1994, when I first, started, as staff attorney, Utah Prosecution Council, Criminal Enforcement Division, Utah Attorney Generals Office . . . I took a lame ass rag tag, newsletter and added color, a new letterhead, added pictures, graphics, because, I was a graphic artist for the state of Utah at the time, me and Richard Clifton Secrist, father of all 4 of my children: Greta, Nicole, Christian and Elliot, bass guitarist, for God's Revolver! I was pregnant with Greta, when I was a graphic artist in the Social Services Department of the State of Utah, working under Dick Crouch! I took, all my talents from one job, and brought them into the next job, couldn't have done one without all the jobs leading up to the current one . . . now shortcuts to success!
- my father had a copy of my award winning, Domestic Violence 101: a User Friendly Manual on Domestic Violence and Sexual Assault for Prosecutors and Law Enforcement, and my mother, gave me a copy of it, from the shelves in my parent's garage, around, 2008, when I started to get back active in politics, and several women, had been fired from the Washington County D.O.V.E. Center, or Domestic Violence Center, both, Salt Lake professional women like me, with three master's degrees between them, with one a former director of the state of Utah, Division of Child and Family Services, who quit her cushy job at the state, to SAVE THE D.O.V.E. Center, and ended up getting eaten alive by the local boyz, under Sheriff Smith! kicked out of Las Vegas for corruption, ran unopposed for 27 years, in St. George, he was using asset forfeiture money to save some women, who was the spy inside the center, for the cops, with only a high school degree, and she got, 5 directors, fired, by the time I stepped in and got involved. I lent, my copy of the manual I had written, getting an award from President Clinton I, at a Violence Against Women Act, Luncheon, in Washington, D.C., I believe in 1997, since we wrote the national model, in 1996 . . . I let, Kristine Knowlton attend the ceremony, since only one of us could go, and she was a senior attorney, although, I was the one who wrote the grant for the money, designed the manual, did all the graphics, printing, and the cops, side of the manual, which was about 75% of it, with me bringing Kris on to do the prosecutors side of the manual. But, I lent my copy to the Washington County Board for the D.O.V.E. Center, lending it to one of the deputy county attorneys, who refused to give the original manual, back to me, after the meeting, and tried to foist, a later edition of the manual, a monster, that Kris Knowlton had put together, taking away, the user friendly side of my idea, and complicated the hell out of this, now, 2 inches think aberration of the nice, succinct, and user friendly manual, I designed, simply, simply, simply . . . I learned that from Henry David Thoreau, and early American writer! Obviously, either my father, learned that my mother, gave the copy to me, and he wanted, it for alterior motives, like saying that, Shelley, now me for the last 9 years, wrote it, and I believe that Shelley, may have taken credit, as the first replacement for me, back in 2000, this was 2008, or, Washington County Attorneys, had replaced the original, with Kris's shit, and wanted to keep the original manual that I designed, they claimed to have lost it, or could find it, never had it or whatever the fuck, bull shit lies they made up to keep the manual . . . shows the value, everything I did, turned to solid GOLD! This one is a biggie!
- clothes, seem to be a distinguishing factor, and when the bitches can't find, the exact copy, they steal what I have:
- on a rare shopping binge, sorely needed, I went to Target in Kalispell, Montana, and purchased some really nice, light weight, more dressy, long-sleeved t-shirts, one a royal blue, a white one, and two that had, a pattern, with white, tan and black, very pretty and great, to wear in the summer, light enough to cover my arms and keep them from getting sunburned--very nice material, and I would love to have them NOW, always get classics. I had purchased a very cute, butt length, bright red jacket, with a leopard scarf, that fit perfect, and was the right price, about the same time, I bought those shirts, decided, at the time, living, down on Oregon street, in Kalispell and pretty settled, the most I have been, before and since and decided to invest in some nicer clothes, and because, I had a crush on one of the bus drivers. I also bought a nice pair of dressy boots, that looked great, with the coat, black pants, and the scarf. Now, Shelley, would have, in the fashion of the orange hat, not known where I bought the clothes, or decided, she couldn't find wear to buy similar ones, or wanting to appear to be me, needed this bright red coat, with a leopard scarf, the boots and the very nice shirts, a cut above the normal for me . . . so, I had them, in a new black suitcase, on the Amtrak, and all of the new $400 worth of clothes were stolen, not long after I bought them! Like I said, these guys get things the old fashioned way, THEY STEAL THEM!
- losing the orange Poverello Dual Haul Fishing Hat, with a cool trout, and fly fishing line, that even guys, envy and want to buy off of me, just pisses the shit out of me, but that is what gives these guys pleasure, the most joy, fuck, buying a hat, that hasn't been written about in my blog, making it famous, as well as it's owner, I am sure, was, bugging the shit out of them, that, I had it and wore it about, once or twice a week! I thought, they must have forgotten about the hat, since there were no attempts to steal it, as usual, and I was surprised I had it for a year and a half, without incident! For some reason, there is the huge ass assignment of value, to anything I touch, anything, I write about, and anything I touch, with this lying pack of thieves and wolves! There is method to my madness in only wearing black, a very non-descriptor color, which I like if I have to disappear in a crowd fast, and blend in . . . the orange hat, was always, scary because it stood out so much and was, just a vanity issue, because, I loved the hat, the color blended perfect with my skin, and I just like the color and the picture of the rainbow trout, since I want to learn to fish! But, I also, knew that it made me stick out in any crowd!
- then of course there are the two professional suits, that I made tons of presentations to doctors throughout the state of Utah, and wore to the legislature, and all the time, with very versitile colors, that looked good with tons of shells and blouses . . . hopefully, Shelley has been wearing them, or wears the orange hat, and someone recognizes the liar, the fake, the theft, and the poser! The other morning when I realized, that my orange hat was gone, and was thinking about it, I was thinking about where it could be, and this chick walked in the Break Coffee Espresso Cafe', wearing a red shell and a black dress pantsuit, like the one, I always wore to court in Utah . . . that also got stolen, when the cops, stole my million dollar home the day before going to Denver to argue the $357 million Brock securities case . . . the didn't even leave me a fucking tooth brush, is this in Shelley's possession TOO? Probably, again a very classic style of suit that doesn't go out of style. But this chick walked in, making me think of that black suit, that disappeared with my computer, law practice, furniture, art collection, plants, and life, all my family photos, my 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, Certificate . . . the first legal certificate, I have ever framed, in $200 worth of solid oak, and the certificate is a fun one, as legal certificates go, it has an American Eagle, if I can remember, with a bolt of lightening, and maybe an American flag, wrapped in its talons. I loved that one, I never framed, my Utah State Bar License, nor My Utah Supreme Court Certificate, nor my Brigham Young University, J.Reuben Clark Law School Certificate . . . Shelley could have those too! She rifled through a box of my stuff, I had left at Jerry Owen's house in midway, about the time, I got Pick's Disease, and in the bottom of that box, were my certificates, still in their envelopes . . . Mark Nash, my boss at the Utah Prosecution Council, refused to let me put up my certificates from BYU, because, he was a University of Utah Law Graduate, and he hated BYU, school rivals, and there were only 5 of 175 assistant attorney generals who were from or graduated from BYU . . . when the Mormon Church wanted to build a law school, within 50 miles of a very reputable law school like the U of U, there was an agreement struck, that Utah would study and focus on Utah law and the state could have preference over BYU, who focused more on teaching federal law . . . we even had to travel to the University of Utah, for like the last 5 weeks of our studying for the bar exam, taking classes at the U of U! BYU students, generally went to Las Vegas and California, and University of Utah, had a corner on the market in Salt Lake; therefore, Mark was embarrassed that he hired a BYU student, with all the anamosity and friction between the schools, plus he asked me, after he hired me, if I thought law school was hard, and I said, no, I loved it, and he said, I would never have hired you, if I knew that! LOL! My United States Supreme Court license, is somewhere, in southern Utah, I hope, safely with a client, who may or may not know they have it! They do have a picture of me, the day I got, my U.S. Supreme Court Bar License, and took a picture of me, smiling brightly, still in my gold, Ford Ranger, happy as a little clam, and they were happy for me!
- my Columbia backpack, with my computer, white, acer, phone, and all the contents, that I got stolen, from the Poverello, with nobody giving a shit, seemed to be an insider, cop planned job, they never talked to me either, after I made a report, nobody looked at surveillance, etc., and I had two hundred in cash too, birthday, and the week before Christmas, but at least they turned in my birth certificate, it took me a year and a half to get. Anything I write about, in my blog, is a target, because, how can I be walking around, maybe the same town, with the item, that can't be bought, again, because, it was older, and was donated by the School of Social Work, at Christmas . . . so, again, get it the old fashioned way, STEAL IT!
- Walmart Money Cards, still getting fucked on that one . . . these fuckers, got the new card, that Wally's World mails to customers, with me being one, since about 2009, so 7 years, with it going to someone other than the owner, me, with Frank, Shelley's fuck buddy, who was suppose to be Allan Rex Bess, and her, ME; they got Allan, but they have not gotten ME YET! But, each time, I need to get a new card mailed to me, these fuckers, go into action . . . Frank took it off my dresser in Parowan, from the ziplock bag, that I brought home with my belongings, after my Brock case was stolen, and I was JAILED, for 9 days, solitary confinement, no news, so I could see that I won the case, in jail, but, I had my card, lose in that bag, and it disappeared from my bag and the dresser! And every two years, since then, I have had a battle, as I do every month, making sure they they don't get my pin number, block banks, stop me from getting my money, with Shelley, going to court, way back, in like 2003 or 04, just before I met Brett Stuart, trying to get control of my Social Security money . . . how in the fuck can Shelley claim she is me, when the Pick's Disease is the reason for the SS! She did try to take me to court to get guardianship of me, lying about me being raped by 8 Burmese guys, who together were not as big as I am! LOL! I never showed to court, but, verify, court documents, it should still be there, along with my arrests, for going to the bathroom, with permission, and Shelley, calling the cops, getting me locked in jail for a fucking MONTH! My whole family said they were leaving me in for the REST OF MY LIFE . . . nice treatment to a sister, who is DYING! I had money to pay the bail, but Shelley would not get it, my mother and father, said, like I said, they were going to leave me in the REST OF MY FUCKING LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!! I said, Mom, this is going to the bathroom, in a public building . . . but you can see how Shelley, even back then was calling the shots with the cops, they would call her, if I was walking on the streets, or for whatever reason . . . I always wondered why, until I found a folder in her drawer, creating a criminal record and trying to create a mental health record, so she could lock me up and STEAL MY IDENTITY . . . this plot was deep and dark with the cops going right along with it, just like they are NOW!
"Maternal Instincts" Movie, Shows the Devious, Dirty, Creepy, Nature of Shelley the Psychopath . . . See Answers My Cell Phone Texts, Interfered With My Clients, Got Her Fucking Fingers, in Everything, While I Was Travelling to 5 States, Taking Care of Clients! Delta Burke Looks Like Her and Acts Just Like Her . . . She Goes After This Doctor's Practice, Her Husband, Her Baby, Her Reputation . . . She Murders Her Own Husband, and the Temper, Is One I Have Seen a Time or Two With Shelley, Who Can Literally Sit In a House for a Year, Never Surface, While I Am Taking Care of Her, Her Family, Even Her Granddaughter, Then Turn Around and Stab Me in the BACK, STEAL MY FUCKING LIFE . . . SHOCKINGLY PSYCHOPATHIC TRAITS FOR SURE!
P.S. it is funny, or not so funny, that every time, I write about Shelley, in my blog, there is this little, maybe Toyota Yaris, single door, or some small white car, with PAML and colorful dots, in three colors, making almost a triangle on the car door. Shelley's best friend in high school and younger, was Pam Van Luwen, or however you spell it, graduated from Bountiful High School, in 1971 when Shelley did, so that is another sign for Shelley, but, that car goes by the Pov. almost without exception, each time I write . . . Pam Love, is the way I interpret that in my God, Intel world, of signs and symbols, being interpreted, as, Missoula or the Poverello, or someone, cops, love little Shelley, and they hate it when I expose her shit, her lies, and her felony identity theft, that has been supported by fucking everyone . . . fuck, she is wearing my suit, therefore, she must be the attorney! That is how stupid, read the blog, that bitch could not write one of them, but like I said, when I left the law school library, a large grant, to the staff, could guarantee, that the woman, going to the law school to write the blog, they will make Shelley! who has been masquerading as me, for, 16 years! with a few, short exceptions, between 2009 and 2012, when I was practicing, but, some dirty judges, in the 5th Judicial District, who practiced family law, and took a widow without children, put her in a nursing home, then added them self as a beneficiary, getting a nice little annuity or check each month for $2,000, could easily be persuaded to lie and let Shelley, practise law in his court, wearing a wig and calling herself, JoAnn, after I fled the state, when my life was threatened, truck sabotaged, car blown up with a pipe bomb, but back, in the area I sued for $56.7 million, long enough to get my truck stolen, half of my home stolen, with the neighbor telling me that cops had been in taking pictures at least on 6 occasions, with Frank, always hanging out with the boys, while Shelley was in MY HOUSE, living as if she was me . . . but a chick, who was in jail with me, when the cops, stole my truck, leaving me to get out of the state, in a client's beater car, that the lights went out, trying to get out of Cedar City before I got lynched or disappear, but one of my clients, on the Cheek case, girlfriend was in jail with me, after I got caught, sneaking out of town with two headlights that just happened to go out the SAME TIME . . . NSA fucking with them, blocking me leaving, but she told me she SAW, SHELLEY IN COURT, PRETENDING TO BE ME, WEARING A BLONDE WIG! YOU LOVE THIS LYING SLACK ASS BITCH TO LAZY TO GET HER OWN LAW DEGREE, she might no get the great jobs, her sister did, nor write the manuals, or get the awards, nor ever make it to the UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT . . . FUCK, DO IT THE OLD FASHIONED WAY, LET HER STEAL MY SHIT YOU ASSHOLES!
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