Saturday, June 4, 2016

FILTHY NEWSOURCE. DO YOU HAVE A GUN IN YOUR POCKET, OR ARE YOU JUST GLAD TO SEE ME? DUDE HONEST. WE SHALL OVERCOMB. CRY WOLFE. HOT TICKET. TRAIL HEAD. CONFESSIONS. WIKITRUTHS. HOMICIDE HUNTER. EVIL KIN: "NO REMORSE" . . . NOTORIOUS REESE FAMILY, CONSISTING OF PA REESE, MA REESE, FOUR REESE BOYS AND TWO REESE GIRLS, TERRORIZED, VANDALIZED AND MURDERED NEIGHBORS FOR 30 YEARS--DNA FROM THEIR BAD BOY FATHER + KIDS BEING TAUGHT BY A CRIMINAL MASTERMIND, LEFT A FAMILY WITH: (1) NO MORAL CODE; (2) OPERATED AS A TEAM OF CRIMINALS; (3) GOT AWAY WITH THE LITTLE STUFF, WHICH EMBOLDENED THEM TO MOVE TO BIGGER AND MORE DANGEROUS CRIMES; (4) CRIMINALITY BECOMES A FAMILY BUSINESS; (5) COMMON PLACE FOR ONE MEMBER OF THE FAMILY TO BE IN JAIL AT ALL TIMES; (6) THEY GOT AWAY WITH RAPING AND MURDERING A 12 YEAR OLD NEIGHBOR, WITHOUT BEING CAUGHT OR WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES, MAKING THEM EVEN MORE POWERFUL AND FEARED IN THEIR NEIGHBORHOOD AND THE SURROUNDING COMMUNITY; (7) LATER SHOOTING A POLICE OFFICER, WITH DADDY RATTING OUT OLDEST SON, PAUL FOR ALL THE FAMILY CRIMES, WHICH LED TO THE DISCOVERY OF THE MURDERER OF THE 12 YEAR OLD, THE FATHER; (8) WHAT ORIGINALLY STARTED WITH A FATHER, IN AND OUT OF PRISON, LED TO THE CREATION OF A SMALL TEAM OF CRIMINALS, ALL HIS SONS; AND (9) THE KILLING OF THE GIRL, TURNED TO KILLING UP, WITH IMPUNITY; AND (10) EVERY SON BECAME AN EVIL SPAWN OF THE FATHER . . . (11) THE MOTHER, KEPT THE GIRLS FORM CRIME AS MUCH AS SHE COULD--SHE LOVED A BAD BOY; HOWEVER, SHE WAS COMPLICIT IN COVERING UP THE RAPE AND MURDER OF THE 12 YEAR OLD, CONSULTING WITH THE FATHER AND OLDEST SON WHAT TO DO WITH THE GIRL'S BODY; (13) THIS WAS A FAMILY OF SOCIOPATHS, WITH ABSOLUTELY "NO" REMORSE, NO EMPATHY, AND NO CONSCIENCE WHAT SO EVER THAT WOULD CONTROL THEIR DRIVE FOR MONEY AND DRUGS; AND (14) WHOEVER GOT IN THEIR WAY, WAS MURDERED, WITH NO HESITATION AND NO QUESTIONS ASKED.

Movies Are Fun!  Unless They Are "True Crime" Shows and You Art The Target Or The Victim

It's Saturday, so, something, different, entertaining, off the political trail to the White House, spent the day, literally worn out, and hanging out, either, at the Poverallo Center, on the bus, or at the Library, and generally, almost falling asleep, all day, head nodding, mouth open, with my face planted in my chest, or thrown back, hanging behind me, bending my neck, but totally relaxed and getting some, R and R, or rest and relaxation.  This has been a tough week, on the run, having fun, writing like a banshee, enjoying the cop push out of the Pov. with a surprise visit, that sent me back on the streets, but, serendipitously, ending up, where the hot spot in Missoula is, the Hip Strip, and the hipsters, party time in the Zoo, finding some cool music, by the Dodgie Mountain Boys, hope that is the name of the band, got if from a concert goer and dancing girl at the fun, back alley festival, behind the Old Post Bar and Grill, and Worden's Deli, Spirits, and Pizza Shop, on a perfect, early summer night, white tents, lined with colorful Christmas lights, a cool crowd, dad's dancing with daughters, co-eds shaken' their stuff, goofy, secure dudes, dancing from the crowd to Worden's for a smack, and an overall fun atmosphere.  The white Ghetto Bus, with psychedelic paint on the outside, and neon lights on the inside, loaded with party animals, jumping in and out, with the D.J., blasting rockin' music, as the bus went up and down, Higgins Avenue, time and time again.  There was an old fashioned, Worden's Old Fashioned Fresh Produce and Delivery Truck, with a whole rural scene, ladies in straw hats, even trees, to give the street a country feel, dating back decades . . . very cool!

After the fun, I checked in at CB's Bar, to catch some news, and listen to music, people watch and feel part of a community, that I have frequented, but, still don't know too well, one of the reasons, I am choosing the streets over, staying at the Pov., so I can enjoy some of the night life, atmosphere, and flavor of the night crowd, and it is fun, colorful, entertaining, and fully alive and happening.  It was definitely the place to be on a Friday night.  However, as my life goes, I believe there were some undercover, cowboy cops, at CB's, because, I am a creature of habit, usually close the night, during the week lately, at the Break Cafe', Montana's Culture Club, watching day old news shows, to keep me in the loop there . . . last night, NSA, cut off all Internet access, with my computer, going, consistently between three hot spots, at the Pov., but landing on none, and that was after watching a show or two, so?  This morning, all news pundits and commentator, that have regularly, of late, been popping up on my YouTube recommendations, bringing me my favorite, MSNBC, news personalities, Chris Matthews, Chris Hayes, Rachel Maddow, and Lawrence O'Donnell, with the Last Word, all blocked, as has been the case in the past, leaving me looking at news that is MONTHS, OLD! or of no use to me!  I did, however, get a live stream news of Donald Trump, actually sounding pretty presidential, for the first time, talking to a Foreign Policy Forum in Washington. D.C.  I am pretty sure, that the pro-Trump, Soutwicks (Reese Crime Team--my mother's grandparent's last name, family names that fit!) and Mo Republican Utah based, 30,000 NSA spies, beholden to the Mormon Church, over the tax payers and government, who are their bosses, wanted to block me from listening to all the comments, then writing a blog, on President Clinton II, heady, scathing, and brilliant, presentation, not only knocking the shit out of Trump, but, presenting her own plans, theories and policies, on a bunch of issues, and doing so with style, grace, grit, and sarcasm . . . that's the Hillary I love!  YOU GOT POWER, USE IT!

All American Girl With Pig Tales!

Of course, no night in Missoula, would be compete, without the MPD, confusing me with my criminal sister, older sister, Shelley, part of the family crime team, with me a target, one of of several sisters, they think is JoAnn S. Secrist, tracking me and sending squad cars in all directions, to harass me, while walking home, around midnight, to my tramp camp, even black SUV's, following me . . . some of the reason I am tired! LOL!  I think, I left, CB's, getting a strange look from some dude in a black cowboy hat, giving me the evil eye, as he walked passed my ass, parked at the table, near the front door and the TVs, giving me pause, to notice him, among the smiley, faces, and drunks, going in and out of the door, walking past me . . . this guy was different, and proved, me to be right, some time later, when I left.  I am a creature of habit and trained well by my mother of eight, to never give up a good bathroom, whether you need to go to the restroom or not, so you are prepared for the trip home, making it there without incident and the need to stop somewhere along the trail for a bathroom breaks, which in a family of 10, can be disastrous, on a trip, spending more time, stopping for potty breaks, that it takes to get to the destination!  LOL!  I also, wrote in my blog the night, I ditched the undercover cop, sitting at the front of the bar across from me, with us, mutually, watching the TV over the other person's head . . . and the POGO STICK, God Intel, 5-1-5-0, somebody call the po, po . . . which I think cowboy did!

Getting to my secret tramp camp, has proven to be, sketchy and difficult, given the fact that the cops, are dying to know where I am at, so they can harass, intimidate and bug the shit out of me all night, like they do during the day, part of their, off duty, dirty cop job, shakedown on the side show, with appears to me to be more 24/7, these days, as my blog hits, sky rocket, and the money is flowing, not to my hands, but to the super mob's hands, with them, getting to the point, that I may cost them another, presidential elections, with them knowing how key my writing is, trained and having taught, argumentation and research, and putting my skills, plus my legal knowledge, understanding of politics, government and the Constitution, to the best use possible, generally against their wishes, these Brit loyalists and Bushies, but, as I walked out the door, actually some time, after, the cowboy cop left, came out the back door, after leaving the restroom, and almost running straight into cowboy, getting a bit worried, that he was the stake out guy, and HE FUCKING MOST SURELY WAS!  Cautiously I approached, Higgins and Spruce, toward the cop shop, I cross on my way, to my bug infested, earthy, and very green, living space, wondering if me putting on my hoodie would help, or just mixing in with the night revelers, going a la natural, bold, bare headed and beautiful, facing the gang of cops, I think, might be coming soon . . . I hit the cop shop, where I ALWAYS, sit on their bench in front, and take a rest, because my fucking backpack, containing my life, weighs about 30 pounds, plus what I already carry, extra on my body, lovely as it is!  LOL!

Squad Car, Cop Hell, For About Two Blocks!

Learn how, God works, in our everyday life . . . pay attention, to where you look, without cause . . . so, either I am in the stall, or just out, washing my hands, in the funky old bathroom, with chalk so, you can leave messages, and the ones last night were uplifting and good, so I read those, as I do, and looked up to the ceiling fan, that looked almost like a white plastic heater, and there was a grill or heat, like looking, fan part, then a space, or break in the middle, and then on the other side, another grill or heater, looking, part.  And the thoughts that came to my mind, not really, giving much thought at this point, about cowboy, short term memory loss, I thought, now it the time to ditch out, that there is a break in the heat, that had been on me earlier, leaving me ditching out of the Pov., to the bus, to the Irish Pub, or Thomas Meagan, where I took a 15 minute breather, before, going to the parking lot concert, then over to CB's, and this message seemed to be, the cops are not retreating, they are reloading, and now it the time to make a break and ditch out!  So, learning by the things that I suffer, if I don't follow God's lead and signs, I left . . . taking me to sitting on the bench in front of the cop shop, which could have been the best or the worst place to be, sitting there, in full light of the lamp post over head, lighting me up, like I was on stage!

All of the sudden, down the street, to the west, in rapid succession, when, one, then two, cop cars to the right, heading toward me, on Spruce, heading to Higgins . . . needless to say, I was frozen, and hoping the night goers, all over, would distract the cops, which appeared to work.  Still sitting, not wanting to make a motion that might be detected, two more cop cars, speed out in the opposite direction, with me, right in the middle!  SCREAM!  But, neither parties of cops, seemed to notice me, this lone figure, out on their front porch!  LOL!  I get up to walk, just start crossing the street, to the law office across the street from the cop shop, now still, and quiet, or so I think, and I am leaning over, taking a rest, at one of my spots, and another cop car, maybe one of the first two that went west, on Spruce, got a feeling, that they were premature, and came back that way, not long after leaving, but, that, gave me a fright too, coming within, feet of me, but, that squad car, went by too.  I walked passed the hospital, with care, and concern, being glad the large trees, made the sidewalk dark, giving me cover.  So, hoping all was over, and the cops, were out onto other things, having just crossed, to the St. Xavior's Church, side going to the hospital . . . I noticed a cop, with lights on, giving a ticket, just as another cop car, came from the street, I had just crossed!  YIKES!  But, before crossing, over to the medical buildings across from St. Patrick's, I was walking slow, and looking, and coming at me around the corner, from the north, was, that old bike cops truck!!!!!!  He didn't see me either.

So, I had seen 8 fucking cops, in two city blocks!  What the fuck, out with a vengeance last night!  All and all, it was a pretty calm day, so I thought, maybe, one of my blogs, finally got through their think, skulls that they are going after the blogger, not the criminal . . . OH, hell no, they amped up their pursuit.  On the "true crime" show, that was on the TV, there was a Det. Mike Huff!  Huffington P.O.S.T., for those of you unfamiliar with cop talk, Peace Officers Standards and Training, is cops school!  Huffington Post is a political news journal or newsletter . . . I just like to play on the words and name!  The one thing I will say, is they are, determined, that these cowboy cops, can take this little JoAnna Montana, down, for Shelley, so she can, live her big life, being me, Bigger than life, and be the star role, in MY MOVIE, her true crime movie . . . her favorite shows were RICHES, and SOPRANOS!  I just don't think her and the cop minions, thought, I could out smart, out dodge, out maneuver all of them, in fucking states, plus the feds, and now a fucking ROBO SPY CHIP IN MY LEG!  Oh, after I got rid of all the cops, following me, I noticed a black SUV, first pulling in, up by the medical center, don't know the street name, but, it seemed strange, given the fact that it was nearly 12 midnight, in fact, I heard the bells at the church ring 12 strikes! But, after parking, they pulled out again, and headed to where I was, so I moved, up to the sidewalk from the road, and behind, the shade of trees hoping they would not notice me . . . they were going very, very slow, and looked, like they were looking for someone, ME!  But, as luck or God would have it, slow as they were going, they left, but only to return, going up the street, as I got nearer and nearer, to the road . . . relief, they went up the street, didn't see me again, and turned right on Spruce, going back to the cop shop . . . Det. Mike Huff, perhaps!

EVIL KIN: "THE GREEN WIDOW" OR NASTY VIXEN

None of the fraud broads, were nasty vixens in high school, or even had that many boyfriends, so, all this, men, thinking these women, I knew and know, are so hot, cool, smart, and whatever, being trained, just like the tramp on My Fair Lady, with Professor Higgins, I believe, my fourth husband, Frank, Interpol, Mr. James Bond of America, maybe a Texas Ranger, before that, like Professor Higgins, took, your girl next door, and turned them into, what every man wants, taught them to have grace and charm, like they do female spies, remembering Shelley, when I left Brett, and she hooked up with him, as she did with all my discarded me, who, are of the mindset, love me or I will destroy you, using sisters and friends to exact their revenge, but Shelley, held a Thanksgiving dinner, and she had several brands of wine, and she had wine glasses, and the napkins were folded, like a very expensive restaurant?  Shelley and Rachel, maybe Kay too, disappeared for about two years, when they were stealing BANDIT CD copies of Elliot's God's Revolver music and marketing it on the black market!  Mafia, Mormons, mobsters, government, cops, all possible, but, Shelley seemed to be going through a transformation, as did Rachel, hers more plastic surgery tricks, for distractions for men.  But, the My Fair Lady, make overs seemed to be going on . . . every time, I drive passed, Exact Image, I wonder, did these women, all get plastic surgery, and get their faces done like mine, but had their bodies, amped up to look better, and then got thin?  

The last time, I saw Kay, when her and Brett hooked up, but now, I think, this whole scam, was already in the works, but she had a year book, of hers and mine, but she had her finger, in the place were my senior picture was, or my drill team, probably one of my favorite pics, and Kay looked worn out, no make up, be haggard, and, I thought, why is she showing Brett my pictures?  Anyway, just a thought, but it would explain, why it has been so hard to figure out who is who!  HEIGHT!!!!  WEIGHT!!!!!  SHOE SIZE!!!!!  These women were nothing to brag about in high school, all with maybe max, one serious boyfriend and one on the side?  So????? But I have not seen any of them for three or more years, so, anything is possible and they sure don't mind going under the knife!  Anyway, I think, the boyz club, coached, trained, experimented, and created, the women of their dreams, and that is not always young, since the guys are not, and not always, the prettiest, but a concoction of everything rolled into one: looks, brains, sex, charm, style, star power, congeniality, etc., adding their reaction to money, fame, better credentials, and in all, ways, playing on the fringe, experimenting, in a way, with them and me . . . exchanging the princess and the paupers, and then doing all they could to defeat me, and promote them!  But, this true crime, the Green Widow, reminded me, of a Shelley personality or Rachel for that matter.

Hooking Up With High School Boyfriend, Now Working in Hollywood, Old Dream Girl, Now Can Get Girl of His Dreams!

I have to hurry, because I have to catch the bus . . . so, in this episode, the dude is now a successful, film crew guy, in Hollywood, single, having money, and he hears, that his old love, whom he has known since he was 8, is now divorced, with a daughter, and living back in their hometown,  She, hears that he is successful and living the exciting life with the stars and starlets of Hollywood, and even lets people talk to the stars by phone while he is on location.  The two, get back together, get married and the guy adopts his wife's daughter from a previous marriage.  But, hubby is gone a lot, and wifey is getting bored and her image of what working in Hollywood, is not all she thought it would be and Prince Charming is not either . . . just a down to earth good family man.  After six years of marriage, she starts to go out to party with friends, and takes a few lovers on the side.  He thinks, she just needs something to do, so he buys her a sandwich shop, they can own and operate together, and he has had a history of buying his wife, nice things, but, she is not interested in making sandwiches all day, and the shop becomes her personal bank and drug party spot, with hubby footing the bill, when she tells him, monthly that the shop got robbed with regular order.  Then one month, wife goes on a shopping spree that costs husband, $22,000!  He is all about saving the marriage, but dream girl is costing him too much.

She moves out, with daughter, and gets a condo, and they become the hot fun, mom and daughter, pair at all the clubs and dance halls.  The good guy husband is hard working and still, dreams of getting back the homecoming queen, but she is not on the same page, so he decides to get a divorce; however, she is not down with this, because he has been footing the bills for the last two years, supporting the extravagant, lifestyle of his wife and daughter.  Mom, training daughter in all the arts of using her good looks, charms and sex, tells daughter, that she needs to get some guy to knock off dad, so they can get his insurance money, and stay living the lifestyle they had become accustomed to, and would lose if the divorce goes through.  The daughter attracts a low life, and the mom plays the star role of her life, telling the guy, that both she and her hot daughter, have been abused, and this guy is scary and needs to die.  Pussy whipped, he gets a friend and they dust the dad, and the insurance company pays, wife, about a half a million dollars, she moves back in the family home, buys cars, vacation homes, party central, and she takes a trip to the Cayman Islands or somewhere, and she has a about $20,000 in $20 bills . . . in a fit of joy, after being noticed as far from the grieving widow, even hitting on cops and trying to be sexy and cute with them, she and her new boyfriend, decide to take her laying on the bed, naked throwing all the money in the air, taking pictures of her and her newly found wealth . . . that is how she got the title, of the Green Widow!

Stooge, who is played by mom and daughter, is becoming a problem, so mom, gets another dip shit, to kill the guy who shot her husband!  Eventually, the cops, figure the woman out with the help of old girlfriends and family, and the woman, with NASTY VIXEN, license plates, is sentenced to life in prison for her crimes!  It was interesting to hear the male commentator, talk about this woman, he just said, she is a fem fatal, and woe be the man who crossed her, because, she used her good looks, her sex, her charm to get what she wanted, and she was training her daughter to be the same type woman, who used me, for all they could give her, not giving anything but her looks and body, in return, but the guys, still loved her!  He said, poor Bob, all he did was LOVE HER . . .

Go Fetch!  Gotta Run!  Hope You Had Fun!


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