MANNEQUIN WITHOUT A HEAD AND HANDS! FEEL THE FIRE! CROSS BURNING . . . KUTS LIKE A KNIFE, KNIFE RIVER CONCRET . . . OWN IT! CITY OF EVIL? MONEY OR GOD . . . GOT MY ANSWER! ETHICS ANYONE? PROFESSIONAL RESPONSIBIITY, LAW ENFORCEMENT? MAYBE? AFTER POSTING MY BLOG, YESTERDAY, A COP POPPED OUT OF NOWHERE, AT RUSSELL AND BROADWAY, EARLY AFTERNOON--TROUBLE ON THE RISE--SIGN ON RIVER TRAIL--"SLOW" . . . SOMETHING IT UP! KICKIN' ROCKS, TALKING TO INDIAN PALS, WIFE, ABOUT MOVIE "SHAKEDOWN" . . . DIRTY COP FLICK, GOOD DEFENSE ATTORNEY. I WALKED OUT TO THE OUTCROPS ON CALIFORNIA BRIDGE, TO GET SOME SUNSHINE, WATCH THE MAMA DUCK WITH 5 DUCKLETTES, CUTE, CUTE, CUTE AND MY KIND OF MOM, EXPECTING HER BABIES TO CATCH UP WITH HER, NEVER WAITED! LOL! CROSSED OVER TO THE SIDE WITH THE STATEMENT THAT REMINDS ME OF JAMES KENNEDY, "HOW BEAUTIFUL . . . " SONG COMES ON MY NEW ARMBAND RADIO, $9.88 WALMART SPECIAL, WORKS GREAT, "I HAVE A NEW GIRLFRIEND, AND I AM SOMEWHERE AT THE BEACH, PARTYING DAY AND NIGHT; SHE HAS A BODY, AND SHE DOES THINGS FOR ME YOU NEVER COULD." I CAN READ MEN WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW, THAT LIKE IS ATTRACTED TO LIKE . . . TWO ROLLING STONES, ATTRACTED TO MANY, COMMITTED TO A RARE FEW . . . THE NEXT THING I SEE, IS A KENNEDY LOOK ALIKE COME OUT OF THE BUSHES, DOWN ON THE BEACH, ON CLARK RIVER, ALONE, SHIRT OFF, SWIM TRUNKS OR SHORTS ON, BASEBALL CAP, TALL . . . LERCH! LOL. SMILE. ALL OF THE SUDDEN IN MY PERIPHERAL VISION, I CATCH WHAT I THINK IS A THIN, COP OVERHEAD LIGHT, BUT I WAS NOT SURE . . . YEP, I CAN SEE THE BRIGHT FLORESCENT GREEN SHIRTS OF AT LEAST TWO, WHAT I THOUGHT WERE BIKE COPS, BUT THEY WERE WALING DOWN THE TRAIL, BETWEEN, THE RIVER AND THE CONDOS. SHIT, REMEMBERING THE MENACING COP CAR THAT HAD ALMOST HIT ME, A HALF HOUR OR SO EARLIER, COMING STRAIGHT OUT OF HELL, AS FAR AS I COULD SEE, DISAPPEARED JUST AS FAST . . . WHY AREN'T THESE BIKE COPS, RIDING THEIR BIKES? I COULD SEE THE OLD TRUCK THEY WERE IN, KIND OF DUCKING AND PUTTING MY ELBOWS, ON MY KNEES, SO I COULD WATCH WHERE THEY WERE GOING. ANOTHER SET OF COPS, SAME BRIGHT GREEN SHIRTS, BIKE COP STYLE, DEFINITELY SEARCHING FOR SOMEONE, LOOKING DOWN THE BRIDGE, IN A HURRY, LOOKING UNDER THE BRIDGE SIDES, IT LOOKED LIKE ONE SET OF COPS, TOOK OFF, GOING BACK ALONG WHERE I HAD JUST COME FROM AND THE OTHER COPS, STARTED DOWN THE TRAILS, CLOSER TO THE RIVER, HIDDEN IN THE FOREST OR WOODS . . . GOING ON THE TRAIL, I HAD WRITTEN ABOUT IN MY BLOG, THE LAST TIME, BIKE COPS, PATROLLING THE RIVERS, MISSED SEEING ME, AS THEY DROVE, UP AND DOWN, STREETS, THAT CAME RIGHT TO THE RIVER! FUCK! I THOUGHT, MAYBE, I SHOULD, TAKE OFF BEFORE THEY GET BACK, AND GO TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RIVER? I DECIDED TO JUST SIT IT OUT, AS A MALE AND FEMALE COP, DIFFERENT THAT THE TWO COPS I HAD BEEN EARLIER . . . THIS GUY WAS DARK HAIRED AS WAS THE FEMALE, YOUNGER, WITH MORE HAIR . . . THE OTHER, AT LEAST ONE I COULD SEE, OTHER THAN THE SHIRT, LOOKED LIKE HE HAD A BUZZ CUT AND A BIT OF BALDING, GOING ON . . . I DIDN'T LOOK AS THE MALE AND FEMALE COP, STROLLED ALONG THE BRIDGE, COMING NEARER AND NEARER TO ME. AGAIN I PUT MY ELBOWS ON MY KNEES, LIKE I WAS PONDERING THE MYSTERIES OF THE UNIVERSE . . . AND THEY WALKED RIGHT BE, SO AS NOT TO BE CONSPICUOUS, I EVERY GINGERLY, PICKED UP MY BACK PACK AND WALKED OVER TO THE POV. FOR DINNER! LOL! FOILED AGAIN! I'M SO GOOD! OR INVISIBLE! I DECIDED, AS I WATCHED, ESPECIALLY SHERIFF'S CARS GOING UP AND DOWN BROADWAY, PET PALS, THAT, AFTER THE LAST TWO PREVIOUS NIGHT, BEFORE, I STAYED THE POV. WITH STAKE OUTS, AND COPS ALL OVER THE STREETS, BEFORE THE SUN CAME UP, OR WITHOUT CAUSE TO BE ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE, OTHER THAN LOOKING FOR ME, I BETTER JUST STAY OUT OF MY "TRAMP CAMP" FOR ANOTHER NIGHT . . . THE ONE BAD THING ABOUT BEING OUTSIDE, IS YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH CRITTERS & INSECTS--I SWEAR, SOME FLESH EATING, NAT, BLEW DOWN MY BRA, AND LAID EGGS, NOW I HAVE HER FLYING BROOD, TAKING A BIT OUT OF ME, BEFORE, FLYING OFF FOR PARTS UNKNOWN! I TAKE SUCH HOT SHOWERS, THAT, MY SKIN IS DRIED OUT TOO, NO LOTION, CAN'T REACH MY BACK ANYWAY, BUT BETWEEN THE TICKS, I JUST HAD ONE BIT ME, AT LEAST ON TOP OF MY PANTS, AND THAT MONSTER ONE, THAT BIT ME IN EITHER REXBURG, IDAHO, ROBO SPY GEAR, OR IN SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH, THAT TOOK ME THREE PULLS TO GET IT OUT OF ME, IN MY STATE OF SHOCK, AND TOTALLY GROSSED OUT, WORSE BY IT STAYING IN ME, THAT, DISGUSTED AT TOUCHING IT . . . BUT ONCE I GOT THE MAIN BODY AND HEAD OUT, I WAS TOO GROSSED OUT, TO GRAB THE REMAINING CLAW, LEFT AT THE BACK OF MY KNEE, THAT I COULD FEEL EACH TIME I CLOSED MY KNEES . . . FINALLY, ABOUT A DAY OR TWO AGO, STILL FEELING THE RAZOR CLAW, I RAN MY FINGER ACROSS IT, AND THE DRIED CLAW, DROPPED OFF! I FEEL LIKE MY SKIN IS CRAWLING OFF ME, SINCE MY ENCOUNTER OF THE WORST KIND, WITH THAT HIDEOUS TICK, TEAL COLORED, FILLED WITH MY BLOOD, ON MY PURPLE BRUISED OVAL FROM THE ROBO CHIP, IMPLANTED IN MY SKIN, BEFORE THE TICK CAME . . . I PROBABLY GAVE THEM THE PERFECT COVER FOR THE SPY GEAR IN MY KNEE! SO, THIS MORNING, I GET UP ABOUT 5:00 A.M., AND I GET CAUGHT UP IN AN EPISODE OF "WEB OF LIES" ABOUT A WOMAN WHO "FAKED" A PREGNANCY, BEFRIENDED A PREGNANT GIRL ONLINE, THEN MURDERED HER, TO GET HER BABY, HOPING THE BABY WOULD BRING HER HUSBAND BACK, WHOM SHE HAD JUST SEPARATED FROM; AND "THE PERFECT MURDER" . . . "FAMILY PLOT" ABOUT AN ABUSIVE FATHER, INJURED AT WORK, TERRORIZING, PHYSICALLY, SEXUALLY, PSYCHOLOGICALLY, AND FINANCIALLY TERRORIZING HIS CHILDREN . . . ONE DAY, DRUNK, DAD RICHARD, PULLS OUT A GUN AND THREATENS THE SON, WHO IS THE MOTHER AND SISTERS' PROTECTOR, TAKING MUCH OF THE ABUSE OVER THE YEARS, DOES WHAT MOST BOYS DO, KILL THEIR MOTHER'S ABUSER . . . THEN HE BURIES THE FATHER UNDER THE GARAGE FLOOR. THE FAMILY LIVES IN PEACE FOR 15 YEARS; MOM IS ALSO, COLLECTING DAD'S SOCIAL SECURITY, 15 YEARS AFTER THE DEATH, OF HER HUSBAND, AMOUNTING TO A $100,000 FRAUD SCAM ON SOCIAL SECURITY, A FELONY, USING THE SON'S BUSINESSES TO LAUNDER MONEY; HOWEVER, SOCIAL SECURITY IS DEMANDING TO SEE THE HUSBAND . . . MOM, DISAPPEARS, EXACTLY 15 YEARS TO THE DAY, THAT HER HUSBAND DISAPPEARS. DETECTIVES START TO LOOK AT THE THREE KIDS, SO BONDED AND CLOSE, A TIGHT KNIT, CIRCLE OF SIBLINGS, NOT WILLING TO BREAK THE BONDS OF SILENCE SURROUNDING THEIR FATHER'S DEATH, NOR THEIR MOTHER'S DISAPPEARANCE. AS THE COPS START LOOKING INTO THE FAMILY FINANCES, THEY SEE THAT, THE MOTHER IS STILL GETTING AND CASHING THE SOCIAL SECURITY CHECKS OF HER HUSBAND (ALLAN REX BESS, AKA, FRANK, ALLEGEDLY DEAD, MARRIED TO JOANN S. SECRIST, BUT, I NEVER TOUCHED HIS MONEY, SHELLEY, AKA, ME, COULD BE GETTING SOCIAL SECURITY AND VETERANS BENEFITS, WITH FRANK . . . NO DEATH CERTIFICATE! COUNTY ATTORNEY, GARRETT, SHOULD HAVE CALLED THE CAUSE OF DEATH, ALLEGEDLY SUICIDE, BUT THE DEATH WAS STAGED!) THE COPS, START TO GET CONFLICTING STORIES AND THEORIES, ON THE MOTHER, ALLEGEDLY, THE MOM, INHERITED, $250,000 FROM HER FATHER, BUT THE KIDS WERE DRIVING NEW CARS, SON WAS BUYING DRINKS, SAYING HE WON THE LOTTERY, THE KIDS, WERE NOT LOOKING FOR THEIR MOTHER, THEY WERE HOLDING GARAGE SALES, TO GET RID OF HER STUFF, BEFORE THE COPS EVEN KNEW SHE WAS DEAD . . . THE OLDEST SISTER, WHO WAS MARRIED WITH KIDS, OLDEST SON CAME TO HER, AND SAID THAT, HIS UNCLE, MOM'S BROTHER, SAID THAT HE KILLED GRANDPA, AND BURIED HIM IN THE GARAGE . . . SISTER, WAS NOT INVOLVED IN THIS "FAMILY PLOT" AND SHE WENT TO COPS, WAS ALARMED BY HER SIBLINGS SELLING ALL HER MOTHER'S STUFF! THE COPS PUT TAILS ON BROTHER AND SISTER, AND SURVEILLANCE ON THEIR PHONES, BUT, ONE DAY, THE TWO SIBLINGS, STILL NOT BREAKING THEIR SILENCE, GO IN A GARAGE AND WRITE NOTES, ATTEMPTING TO COMMIT SUICIDE TOGETHER! COPS STOP THEM, BRO IS ARRESTED, LATER ADMITS HE KILLED HIS FATHER AND HIS MOTHER, FOR MONEY, BUT HIS SISTER HELPED! JUST BEFORE THE END OF THIS "TRUE CRIME" EPISODE, I NOTICE A SLIGHTLY BALDING, FAIRLY, YOUNGER MAN, WHO LOOKED LIKE A COP, COME SIT, CONSPICUOUSLY, CLOSE TO ME, TRYING NOT TO MAKE EYE CONTACT . . . COP, I TURNED TO THE LEFT, COP, AND WHEN I TURNED AROUND, FUCK, THERE IS CON MAN, OR CIA AGENT, OR RED, RETIRED AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS, MICHAEL WILLIS, AKA, MICHAEL MCCLINTOCH, OR JUDGE ROBERT ALLISON FROM KALISPELL, LAST I HEARD, HE WAS ARRESTED BY THE COPS, FOR BILKING PEOPLE OUT OF ABOUT $10,000 TO MAKE A FILM--HE CLAIMS TO BE THE LONG TALL COWBOY, DOCUMENTARY FILM DIRECTOR, ALLEGEDLY WORKING WITH THE HISTORY AND FILM DEPARTMENTS AT THE U OF M, RAISING MONEY FOR THE DOCUMENTARY . . . "COWBOY HERITAGE" ABOUT HOMESTEADING IN MONTANA. SO THIS DICK, THE FIRST MAN, I MET, ACTUALLY AT THE OLD POVERELLO, BACK IN OCTOBER OR NOVEMBER OF 2013, RIGHT AFTER I STARTED THIS BLOG, HE ALLEGEDLY STAYING THERE, DUE TO A SPIDER BITE ON HIS LEG, BY A BROWN RECLUSE OR HOBO, PROMISING TO PROTECT ME, FROM THE COPS, THAT ONLY MOB OR CORRUPT COPS CAN PROMISE . . . SHELLEY'S CON ARTIST INVENTORY OF MEN! YUCK! PART OF THE "WEAVERS" TO MEET ME, THEN "WEAVE" SHELLEY OR ANOTHER DOUBLE IN, AS IF THEY ARE ME, THEN USING LOCAL COPS TO CHASE ME FROM MY SPURIOUS NEW ROOTS, IN ANY TOWN, U.S.A. OR MONTANA! BUT, THIS IS NOT LOOKING GOOD, SO IN TRUE, POGO STICK FASHION, I DITCH THE PO PO! LOL! 5-1-50 SOMEONE CALL THE PO PO . . . OH, THEY ARE ALREADY HERE! WHO YOU GONNA CALL . . . GHOST BUSTERS! LOL! MIKE IS A GHOST FROM THE PAST, IS THIS PART OF HIS PLEA AGREEMENT, BE A CONFIDENTIAL INFORMANT, AND IDENTIFY ME TO THE UNDERCOVER COPS? DUDE HAS A HOUSE, PART OF ANOTHER PAY OFF, UP RATTLESNAKE CANYON! OH, GRAND FUNK JUNCTION, IS ON . . . "BAD TIME" . . . SURE PICKED A BAD TIME TO BE IN LOVE! I WAS SUPPOSE TO MEET KENNEDY IN DURANGO, COLORADO, AND WHEN HE DIDN'T SHOW, DIDN'T KNOW, I CHANGED MY MIND, DECIDED TO SURPRISE HIM AND MEET HIM, BUT, LEAD SINGER, MARK FARNER, SINGING THIS SONG, REMINDS ME OF KENNEDY, AND THE LYRICS, "BAD TIME" TO BE IN LOVE . . . I WAS SUPPOSE TO MEET KENNEDY, OR SURPRISE HIM, AT THE SAME TIME, CONGRESS WAS VOTING ON THE REFUNDING THE PATRIOT ACT OR IN MY MIND, UNPATRIOT ACT! IF KENNEDY IS A COP, SAID ALL HIS COUSINS ARE EITHER BIKERS OR FEDERAL COPS, HE STRUCK ME AS A FEDERAL COP AND BIKER, NICE COMBO FOR ME! LOL! BUT, I AM SURE, I AM NOT POPULAR WITH PATRIOT ACT BOYS, IN FACT, THE BUSHIES ARE THE ONES DOING THIS TO ME, FOR THE MOST PART, HELPING TO FURTHER THE FAMILY PLOT! THE SECOND I LEFT THE POVERELLO CENTER, IN A HURRY, AND I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE SIGNS EARLIER, AND DID, KEVIN, HAS BEEN STAFF, SINCE BOTH MIKE AND I, STARTED HANGING AT THE POVERELLO, AND HE CAME AROUND THE CORNER, MOST LIKELY CHECKING TO SEE, IF I WAS HERE, FOR THE STING OP, USING THE RHINESTONE COWBOY, FOR OLD TIMES . . . LIKE I AM GOING TO BE INTERESTED IN SOME OLD FART, WHO ALSO SET ME UP, WEAVED IN SHELLEY, EVEN SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR PROPOSITIONING ME FOR $200 TO HAVE SEX WITH HIM . . . OR WAS THAT TO GET ME TO BREAK THE LAW? WRONG GUY, NOT ATTRACTED! MEN SHOULD NOT BE FOOLED, ALPHA WOMEN, CAN, DIG SEX AS MUCH AS MEN, BUT, HAVE FUCKING NO EMOTIONAL ATTRACTION FOR THEM . . . I DECIDE, THAT THIS MENTALITY, HAS CAUSED ME, MANY ENEMIES, OF THE WORST KIND, FEDERAL AGENTS OR COPS! RECENTLY, I HAVE SEEN, A COP LOOKING MACHINE ON THE STREETS, THAT IS LABELED, "VIDEO INSPECTION" AND IT WENT BY THIS MORNING, AND I WAS HOPING THE COPS, ARE LOOKING AT SOME OF THESE VIDEOS, MOVIES, OR CRIME EPISODES, BECAUSE IF THEY DO, IT MAY GIVE THEM SOME INSIGHTS INTO THE PERSONALITIES THE CRIMES AND THE MAYBE NOT SO, GREAT FIRST IMPRESSIONS . . . CASE IN POINT . . . THE MOVIE "I'M WATCHING YOU" IS ABOUT THIS BUDDING POPULAR BLOGGER, WHO IS GETTING SO MUCH TRAFFIC TO HER BLOG, THAT A BOOK PUBLISHER WANTS HER TO WRITE A ROMANCE NOVEL. SHE IS STUCK, WRITING, AND UNDER PRESSURE, UNTIL, SHE GETS THIS HUNK OF A NEIGHBOR WHO MOVES IN, ACROSS THE HALL, BUT SHE CAN SEE HIS BEDROOM, AND HE CAN SEE HER OFFICE AND WRITING AREA, AND THE TWO END UP IN A ROMANTIC THRILLER, BECAUSE, AT FIRST, YOU THINK, THIS MAN, WITH A DIFFERENT WOMAN EVERY NIGHT, IS NOT GOING TO BE INTERESTED IN HIS BRAINY AND SMART NEIGHBOR . . . SHE TELLS HIM, STRAIGHT UP, THAT THIS IS ALL FOR FUN, AND NOT TO READ ANYTHING INTO THE RELATIONSHIP, THAT STARTS TO GET OBSESSIVE ON HIS PART, WHILE SHE IS BASICALLY USING HIM, TO EXPERIMENT SEXUALLY, AND MODEL HER ROMANTIC THRILLER AFTER WHAT THE TWO OF THEM DO TOGETHER, AND HE IS THE PERFECT MODEL FOR THE LEAD MALE LOVER! AS DEADLINES APPROACH, SHE NEEDS TIME, AND HE IS GETTING MORE AND MORE, JEALOUS OF HER TIME, EVEN TO BEATING UP HER MALE FRIEND, BECAUSE SHE TAKES TIME TO HAVE LUNCH WITH HIM . . . EVENTUALLY, HE STARTS TO BREAK IN HER APARTMENT, LEAVE HER NOTES, FLOWERS, WATCHES HER SLEEP, ETC. SHE IS FRIENDS WITH A NEWSPAPER WRITER, WHO IS DOING A STORY ON A MISSING GIRL, AND SHE REMEMBERS, SEEING BOYFRIEND, WITH A PICTURE OF THE MISSING GIRL, IN A BOX. THE WRITER, STARTS TO BE HER OWN, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR, NOW WANTING TO GET RID OF THE GUY, SEEING HIS ABUSIVE, CONTROLLING, AND SCARY NATURE, OBSESSED WITH HER . . . HE DIDN'T KILL THE MISSING GIRL, BUT, THESE TWO, GET INTO IT AND HE TRIES TO KILL THE WRITER, KNOWING SHE IS USING HIM FOR HER BOOK! SHE ENDS UP KILLING HIM! WITH THIS HANDSOME BOYFRIEND, WHO CAN HAVE ANY WOMAN HE WANTS, HE FALLS FOR THE SMART CHICK, WHO, DOES SOME VERY, SEXY, INVITING AND SMART THINGS TO LURE THE MAN INTO HER WEB, RATHER THAN HIM CATCHING HER IN HIS . . . CREATING A ROLE REVERSAL, WITH THE ALPHA FEMALE, GAMING THE ALPHA MALE! I COULD TOTALLY RELATE . . . MEN ARE USED TO WOMEN BEING THE SOCIAL GUARDIAN OF THE RELATIONSHIPS, BUT SOME OF US, HAVE OUR OWN AGENDAS, LIVES, CAREER GOALS, AND THAT CAN THROW AN ALPHA MALE OUT OF HIS COMFORT ZONE . . . I WOULD SAY, THAT IS WHAT HAPPENED TO KENNEDY! LOL! HE NEEDED TO BE THROWN OFF HIS GAME . . . I HAD SHIT I NOT ONLY WANTED TO DO, BUT NEEDED TO DO . . . AND THAT DID NOT INCLUDE HIM! AT THE TIME . . . I AM SURE BEING SHOT, DIDN'T HELP, BUT BEFORE I KNEW, ACTUALLY, EVEN AFTER I KNEW HE WAS SHOT AND WHY, WHICH HE DID NOT KNOW, I CAME ON THE BUS TO BUTTE, WHILE HE WAS HEALING . . . I HAD A LONG LAYOVER, BUT DIDN'T GO UP TO THE MISSION TO FIND KENNEDY, HAVING LEFT HIM, WITHOUT NOTICE, BEFORE, BUT, HEARING HE HAD A BROKEN LEG OR FOOT, WITH NOBODY KNOWING WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM, BUT, I WAS ON MY WAY TO HELENA, TO CHECK ON THE WATER COMPACT . . . FIRST THINGS FIRST, WORK BEFORE PLEASURE, DEDICATION BEFORE LOVE . . . ONCE KENNEDY, HEARD I WAS IN TOWN, HE DENIED IT, BECAUSE, HE DID NOT BELIEVE, THAT I WOULD COME TO BUTTE AND NOT COME GIVE HIM A HUG . . . HOW LITTLE HE KNOWS ABOUT ME, AS I WONDERED WHETHER, HE WAS STILL IN TOWN OR NOT, NICK, TOLD ME HE WAS LAID UP AND NOT GOING ANYWHERE, SO, I KNEW I COULD GO TO HELENA, DO SOME HOBBY LOBBYING, AND STILL FIND KENNEDY, OUT OF SORTS, SO I WENT TO HELENA, AND THE SEVERAL PEOPLE WHO SPOTTED BIG FOOT, PROMISED THAT I CAME TO TOWN, AND KENNEDY WOULD NOT BELIEVE, THEM, BUT WHEN I SHOWED UP, HE DIDN'T TALK TO ME FOR ABOUT 2 WEEKS! LOL! I KNEW HE LIKED ME, SO WHAT WAS THE RUSH . . . I BRAND MY MEN, CORRAL THEM, AND KEEP THEM FOR LIFE . . . WHY DO YOU THINK ALL THESE MEN, HOT SHOTS IN THEIR OWN RIGHTS, LIKE ME AND THEN WANT TO KILL ME WHEN I LEAVE? ATTRACTED TO MANY, COMMITTED TO A "RARE" FEW! LOL! FOR THE VIDEO INSPECTION CREW, SOME HELP . . .

So Much More Than Hot!

Paint for everything . . . everything for paint!  If cops, law enforcement, can understand that statement on the NCS paint trucks, you can understand this case, better.  I saw another paint truck this morning, Moore Painting, and it had a similar message, a brightly colored rainbow, with a white paint swath, going over the colors.  That is similar to this blog, my cases, my life, my kids, and what, happened to my son, and me, daughters and sons, actually.  So, you have this fresh family, original, fun, colorful, creative in their fields, doing things different, better, working smarter, rather than harder, pioneers in their chosen areas of study, training, careers, or even in homeschooling their children, just better stuff, but fun, cool, and innovative, like the multi-colored rainbow, that gets painted over with the white paint!  There is a band, called, Plains Mistaken for Stars . . . that says it all too!  Hopefully, that should give you some indication, of what is happening, and you will see, again from this example.  Before, moving on . . . the other day, I was talking to one of the residents or a friend at the Poverello Center, and I told him, about the cops, chasing, intimidating, and tracking me, and I said, I wonder what they would do if they actually caught me?  We both laughed and I walked around the corner, looking in the Secret Seconds Store . . . I got my very symbolic answer . . . and name of the store, killer . . . and I saw this mannequin with no head and no hands!  Yikes!  It is almost impossible to identify a corpse, with no dental records, and no fingertips, probably what the cops want to do with this blogger!

I generally go to places, near the Poverello, but, as of late, when I write about my hang outs, the white paint, par, pale people, who take credit for the Rainbow Family, just symbolic, but, so spot on, straight up, contact, bribe, or threaten, to make them, run me off, get security guard assholes, or anything, that might make me, have a harder time, to get my blog written, as was the case, this morning.  I darted out of the Pov. with the undercover mafia cops, gathering in a menacing stance around me, and as luck would have hit, love my ride, the bus, came down the road, and whisked me off to safer territory around town, like out to the airport, and other sections of town, so, I decided to get off at Burger King, where I can get a cheap breakfast, non-stop Diet Coke, and free wi-fi, and little interference with my blog, or watching true crime, at least until the lunch crowd comes in.  But, strangely enough, at McDonald's, west Broadway, seeing I frequent that joint, I have to go into my blog, to get to the wi-fi hook up?  I think the NSA, has wired that connection, so they are alerted to steal my writing before, I get it done, or publish it, making it harder for them to steal, kill or destroy, who is writing the blog, and take all the money.  That has been going on for a long time.

However, I rarely go to Burger King, and once, I got off early, before sun up and tricked the NSA or the hackers with ACCESS, and got off a stinging blog, that was damaging and revealing, so that is something, the fuckers, don't want to happen again, they want complete and utter control, so they can steal all the money and extract all the damaging shit, I have written about them.  Now, some blogs, are just blogs, neutral, about subjects, that, don't crucify my enemies, so they just let me write and post, and they have all the bases covered, saying that one of the girls are me, and YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THEM, even thought some of you have seen me, and know or recognize, either me, or perhaps my credentials, being claimed by Kay, Shelley, or Rachel, etc., but, last time I came to BK, I could get on YouTube, but I could never connect to MY BLOG, as was the case today.  I tried everything, from guest, to my account, to using all the different versions of my blog name, that I never named, but, whatever.  Nothing worked, so, I got into the details of the page that, reports all the information on your computer . . . my IP Address is: 10.129.157.112, or that is what it says, that could be theirs too, with a clone, and pretending that I don't even exist, but the information that shocked me, and might be a lead, is what followed: Subnet Mask: 255.255.255.0 . . . what the fuck is a SUBNET MASK?  WHITE PAINT!  Paint for everything and everything for paint?  Just one more way to bury me?  Scan, send through dark and deep Internet, disguise who the true writer is?  PROBABLY!  Then there was a Gateway: 10.129.157.1 . . . another inroad to ACCESS TO STEAL?

Video Inspections in Brief

• Arrest and Trial . . . Can't Escape Justice: In this "true crime" episode, there are two couples who hang out together, I think, the one couple is married and have a few kids, and the other couple, is single, but, might be engaged.  I think to two females are friends, and the guys are just acquaintances, sort of friends through their wives.  But the husband, comes home and bitches the wife out, for serving him dinner, after working all day, cold!  She, in the heat of the moment, does what no woman should do, and she throws her friends, boyfriend up in her pissed off, husband's jealous face.  Eventually, the husband and wife, separate, so the guy is out his home, his wife and his kids . . . he is looking for a reason, and he lands on accusing his wife of having an affair with her friend's boyfriend, with a very symbolic name, Courtney Taylor . . . Court, symbolic of attorneys, judges, and me and my 4th husband, the government fraud, double, Interpol, Frank, aka, Allan Rex Bess, were married by a former cops, now Justice of the Peace, Judge Ney, in Panguitch, Utah; Elliot's middle name is TAYLOR!  Elliot is a sweet as you get, he didn't come into his own, until, lately, being shy around girls, always with them attracted, but, more dedicated to his music, but, always, kind, slow to anger, and easy to get along with.  So, I could see this happening to him, he is hot, too . . . so a jealous rage could easily be seen.  But, this husband, goes over to Courtney's house, he is a welder by trade, which Elliot has been too, working for Iron Works or some Salt Lake City, welder and decorative iron work and gates, he has also made his girlfriends, very cool gifts, from tables, to jewelry.  But, Courtney, totally, in the dark, invites this guy in, and as soon as he is in the door, the ex-husband unleashes all his anger, onto the welder, unsuspecting of anything, denying any contact with his wife, and he tried to settle things, maturely by talking.  Hubby will have nothing of it, and he stabs, shoots, and finally, cuts off Courtney's genitalia, wraps the dead man in an orange parachute, wraps the penis in paper, stops by his ex-wife's house and giver her the package, tells her to put it in the freezer, for a few days.  Eventually, the abused wife, opens the package, and with some freezer burn on the penis, she knows it is meat, but she thinks it is turkey gizzards!  SCREAM! The guy leaves and gets away with murder for 20 years.  Finally, the detectives open a cold case, and they have one, fingerprint, that was left by the killer or someone on the front screen door.  They track it to man, Larry Gibson, (Shelley had Gibson plates at the time she, Jesse, Tiffany Anderson, started stealing Elliot and God's Revolver music; one night Jesse had a knife and was going to kill me . . . I was hiding in the corner, ran down the street, after he left and did not see me) through AFIS, or the national system, but the guy has moved to Canada, but they get a hold of the wife, and she tells the cops of the abuse and the strange freezer gift the ex gives her, horrified when she learns what it really is . . . eventually the guy is arrested in Canada, and brought to trial and justice! This "true crime" symbolically fits, I left Brett, the jealous boyfriend or husband, who knew damned well how good Elliot was, and is, because, Elliot and Chris came to visit me and Brett, right about the time, Elliot's band, was finishing their God's Revolver, CD, Little Black Horse, later, hard rock band of 2008, making deals with Sony, three worldwide music videos!  This crew of evil bandits, not only figuratively murdered, Elliot, but I believe, Blake Donner, lead singer of Parallax, heavy metal too, but, now they were going after, God's Revolver, making bank runs every fucking night, opening credit cards and new bank accounts, like in Sandpoint, Idaho?  Same time I left Brett, and he hooked up with Shelley, also met Kay . . . what the fuck, was Brett doing, 4 or 5 years later at Elliot's concert in Salt Lake City, Utah?  I believe, that as his first CD with Sony was to come out, Elliot was charged with a murder, that either, Brett or Isaac, much, more prone to this shit than Elliot, so they could bargain, and exchange the music for the charges, or dropping the charges . . . just a thought?  I can't think of any reason, Elliot, would be so willing to let his music and CD go?  THERE HAD TO BE SOMETHING HUGE!!!!  This was 5 fucking years of work, with all band members either being arrested, or charged, or whatever . . . making criminal charges real.  Elliot denies he has ever had any run in with the law . . . he may not even know, how the cops and the family mafia and plot worked, they just justified it in their own fucking little jealous minds . . . Isaac, was never in God's Revolver, but he knew all the music, and even introduced Elliot to some of the band members, and he was in Maraloka, maybe bet the band, with both starting at the same time, was the winner, and then felt jealous of Elliot, who was in both bands, and for an even stranger twist, Isaac, is a question as to whom his father is . . . Brett's boy?  He looks like he could be, more so than Don, or Chris Wanless.  A and I Distribution truck just pulled into Perkins where I am typing this . . . Allan and Shelley or Brett, take the money and distribute it to cops, judges, legislators, shelters, the homeless, etc.!
• Arrest and Trial . . . Cheerleader Murder: this girl, murdered by her no name neighbor, raped, then stabbed with something to torture her, reminded me, of the way I was . . . just a good girl, cute, fun, innocent as young girls come, a virgin, church goer, good grades, etc.  And that pattern of the good girl, has continued through life, other than a thing or two, falling off the wagon, feeling I should try this or that, just to make sure, that I am not missing out on life!  LOL, NOT!  Then I go right back to the good girl, doing all the right stuff, humble and nice, law abiding, coloring within the lines, paying my taxes, buying property, taking care of family members, practicing law, aggressive and strong, but, most of that, because, I have been good, no skeletons, nothing dirty, nothing criminal, no double lives, don't drink, smoke, no pot, drugs, never even tasted coffee, that Mormon thing.  I was always, just doing my life, not throwing it in any one's face, never really, even thinking about success, honors or awards, never went for money, just doing the best I could do, worrying more about my clients, kids, or whomever, more than myself.  Never a braggart until, I was threatened with total extinction!  Then, having to fight for even my name, my life, my law practise, my kids, my grand kids, you tend to go on the offensives and kick the shit out of enemies, who are relentlessly attacking you are yours, with me just fighting for the things I LOVE!  They, get the guy . . . I just typed, Ty, when I was trying to type, They . . . . NO, I AM NOT THAT FUCKING WHORE, SHITTY MOTHER, ALWAYS LOSER, BITCH, PLAYING SHE IS ME, THE GOOD GIRL!  SHE NEVER, EVER WAS!

BABY STEALING CASES . . . KAY and SHELLEY (RACHEL, SUE)

• Arrest and Justice . . . Baby Napping: In this one, the psycho chick, reminds me of Kay, mom and dad, just have a baby boy, I think, and a nurse comes in, breaking up the happy moment, and she is wearing a wig, green scrubs, and pretends to be the nurse, and I think she was one, in real, maybe, but she says the baby needs to have some tests and takes the baby from the parents, ditches out of the hospital.  Luckily, the woman, leaves, her pager, and through the serial numbers, the cops are able to track down the woman, they go to her residence, thinking they are going to find, a Sol Martinez, a male, but when a female answers the door, she says her name is Michelle something, misleading the detectives, until, a neighbor lady, is stopped by the cops, as they are leaving, Sol's place, and when they ask the woman, if she knows, Sol, she says, you are walking and talking to her!  Michelle, using her alias name, is embarrassed, and she is charged with kidnapping, claiming to be insane!  I already mentioned the case, where the woman faking pregnancy, actually kills the mother, takes the baby, prematurely, at 7 months, goes to the hospital, and the doctors and nurses, start to notice that the baby, is still connected to the umbilical cord, and placenta, and the woman, has no blood, or signs of giving birth to a baby.  They alert cops, and the baby is returned to the father and the grandparents, and the woman, claims insanity so she is not given the death sentence, in one of the most brutal and awful murders, cops have ever witnessed.  The fake woman, was coy, manipulative, even worked her way into the graces of the family, and the murdered woman . . . she never cared about the mother, only wanted to use the baby as a means to get her husband back, or trap him into coming back, because he had a son!  This reminds me of Shelley, Kay, Rachel, Sue, etc., what all the dad club wants, all 6 or so, of them, is to have ELLIOT or CHRIS as their sons, GRETA AND NICOLE AS THEIR DAUGHTERS TOO . . . great kids, like, ah, their mother, is of no concern, no consequence, has nothing of worth, even life, other than, to give birth to the kids . . . .LIKE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?  I was and am, the good mother, the smart mother, the thinking mother, the one not afraid to be a MOTHER, not a friend, the one, who did what was best for her children, regardless of what others thought, the one who drove Elliot, and Isaac and Jesse for that matter, NOT THE LAZY bitch, now trying to pass herself off as ME, or the shitty dads, who treated their own kids like shit, creating monsters, like Shelley! who had book shelves filled with SERIAL KILLERS, mob shit, off shore banking, and whatever.

Levi Bellfield--His Name is Evil--Evil Up Close!

This serial killer in England will make your hair curl!  Bell is one of the names, I used for Shelley . . . she sold books to elementary school kids and librarians, and the buses have Blue Bird, the color sign for her, and, I thought of Bell, I think the girl in Beauty and the Beast, a movie that was popular, when Alex and Ty were little and I first moved in with Shelley, before, I met Brett.  After I had been diagnosed with Pick's Disease, and left Jerry, later, leaving St. George.  This guy, had another with jet black hair, who ruled her home with an iron fist . . . Shelley didn't, but she is controlling and manipulating and her sons, are and were totally dependent on her, both hung out with her for about 4 years . . . but, Jesse's wife, Jenny Anderson, told me, how much, Shelley trashed me, when I was first, diagnosed, and she told me to get away from her, that Shelley hates you . . . now, this serial killer, hated Blondes, young women who were blondes, were his targets!  With all the venom Shelley spewed forth against me, never worrying about who heard it, even though, I again, was just living my life, never doing anything mean, or cruel, for some reason, just me alive and breathing, was a threat to Shelley, who hated me since birth, being only 13 months younger, than her.  Everyone used to say, when they saw the two of us, as toddlers, you have such a beautiful daughter, referring to me, and Shelley would be standing there, and my mother would say, NO, I have two beautiful daughters.  But, starting in junior high, when I started to be class officer, cheerleader, student body officer, Valentine's Queen, blah, blah, blah, my mother would introduce me as this and that, and Shelley as nothing . . . I think the anger, pain, hatred, only escalated with time, college and law school, not to mention, law practise, until, she couldn't take it anymore, and decided, with help, to erase me from the earth, killing me if she could, taking every last piece of me, and in a totally SICK AND ILL jealousy, BECOME ME!

I Am Just Trying to Solve My Case, See that Justice is Done!

Always, Just Living My Life . . . That Seems Enough To Make People Want to Kill Me?  My Family, Attacked, I Only Defended Myself and My Kids!  Blog Trashing, ONLY DEFENSE, WITH COPS TOO, SHELLEY'S TOOLS! 

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