ESCAPE THE NIGHT. LEADING MAN. DEADLY OBSESSION. GET YOUR SMOKEY ON! TILTMASTER. DON'T WISH FOR IT, WORK FOR IT! HOW CAN I MISS YOU, WHEN YOU NEVER LEAVE? LOL! YOU DIDN'T BEAT ME, I LET YOU WIN! YEAH, AFTER I BEAT THE SOUTHWICK EXTENDED FAMILY, MORMON CHURCH, STATE, LOCAL AND FEDERAL POLICE IN ALL WESTERN STATES AND WASHINGTON, D.C., ALL SHELTER STAFF AND RESIDENTS, HOSPITALS, SECURITY GUARDS, FREQUENTED STORE OWNERS AND STAFF, ALL SISTERS, EX-ATTORNEY FRIENDS, LOVERS, BOYFRIENDS, HUSBANDS, IN-LAWS, ETC. . . . THEN, WITH NO WHERE ELSE TO GO, YOU WERE FORCED TO "LET" ME BEAT YOU, CAUGHT, WITH TEXT BOXES, "CONFIGURATE FOR BETTER TRANSLATION!" THINK, MELANIA TRUMP, WHERE 24 OUT OF THE 26 WORDS, IN THE SENTENCES, GOP NOMINEE'S WIFE, STOLE AND PLAGIARIZED DEMOCRATIC PRESIDENT OBAMA'S WIFE, SPEECH FROM 2008, YEAH, YOU WROTE THE BLOG, RIGHT . . . NO, YOU SENT, IT THROUGH A COMPUTER PROGRAM, THAT THEN, CHANGED A FEW WORDS, AND FROM THE TEXT BOXES THAT I HAVE SEEN, WE ARE TALKING ONE OR TWO, IN A 25,000 WORD BLOG! I WRITE THESE BLOGS, OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD, NO THOUGHT, STREAM OF CONSCIENCE WRITING, JUST BLOWING SMOKE AND HAVING FUN, EXPOSING BULL SHIT LIES! THERE IS A SIGN, ON A BILLBOARD OVER BY GOOD FOOD STORE, ACROSS THE STREET, ALSO ON THE BUSES . . . SOMETHING LIKE, YOUR DAY ONE (WON), OUR EXPERIENCE! ANOTHER AD, FROM THE SAME SOURCE, HOSPITAL OR SOMETHING, LIKE THAT--"RHYTHM OF YOUR DAY, OUR EXPERIENCE." ALMOST INDICATING, TO ME, FROM MY VERY PROFICIENT, INTEL MAN, GOD, THAT, WHAT I DO NATURALLY, BY INSTINCT, BEATS ALL THE FBI, CIA, COP, ETC.'S BEST DAY AND EXPERIENCE! I WAS ARRESTED, UNLAWFULLY, ILLEGALLY, UNCONSTITUTIONALLY, CRIMINALLY, BY JUDGE LYLE ANDERSON, USING COPS, I HAD SUED IN IRON COUNTY, TO CHARGE ME WITH "CONTEMPT FOR COURT" AFTER HE EXTORTED $500 CASH OUT OF ME, DIDN'T SEND THE WHOLE RECORD TO THE UTAH COURT OF APPEALS, SCHEDULED A HEARING IN HIS JURISDICTION, WHEN HE HAD NO POWER, OR JURISDICTION, BY A FUCKING MONTH, THEN HAD ME ARRESTED, HELD, AND HAD COPS TAKE, STEAL, ABOUT $20,000 WORTH OF MY ART, NEW ELECTRONICS, FURNITURE, ETC.! YOU GOT ME ONCE, WHEN I WENT TO PICK UP MY LEGAL MAIL IN PAROWAN, UTAH, BUT, NEVER FUCKING AGAIN! I JUST HAD FUCKERS, UNDERCOVER, WORKING FOR THE COPS, SHELTER RATS, AND SECURITY GUARD, PLUS THREE COPS, ONE DOING A RIDE ALONG WITH HIS WIFE . . . GOT A GUY KILLED, LAST JANUARY OR NEW YEARS EVE, 2015! IF YOU WORK FOR SHELLEY, BRETT, KAY, RACHEL, KENNEDY, FRANK, ETC., THE MONEY IS FOR NOTHING AND THE CHICKS FOR FREE! NEW INFORMATION ON THE "SUPER MOB": MORMONS, MOBSTERS AND MEN IN BLACK! THAT IS WHO I HAVE BEEN DELIVERING TO THE ALLEGED COPS, ALLEGEDLY HELPING ME, WHILE SERVING THEM . . . "THEY PAY MORE!" SHELLEY WORKED HARD FOR "MY" MONEY!

Just Tried to PUBLISH, Stolen . . . Goes to Blank New Post, Rather than Back To List of Blogs Previously Posted, So Pirate, Assholes, Watching Me, Every Second!  PRISM SYSTEM, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, CATCH THE FUCKS!

Are Cops, Smarter Than a 5th Grader?  NO!

Now, if I took a 5th graders, to McDonald's, Broadway, West, Missoula, Montana, and I showed him or her, a picture of me, like you could find, in the TWO surveillance cameras, right over where I wrote the blog, on community policing and Orlando, last night, not to mention, the THIRD surveillance camera, over by the drink machine, napkins, cup lids, and ketchup!  God, just how, I can hang out there for fucking YEARS, writing, flipping cops off, noting the time, even the table I am at, the clothes I am wearing, even what food, I have, on a fucking tray in front of me, and cops, can't fucking figure out who I am, and I asked the child, seeing I am wearing, exactly what I was wearing in the picture, that would have been taken, last night, with PlayPlace or the kids area, in the background, and I said, can you tell where this picture was taken?  Yes, near the kids area, in McDonald's . . . can you tell which McDonald's the picture was at?  Yes, that is the one with the lady bug, tree, little bridge, and that is on Broadway.  And, who is sitting at the computer, typing or waving to the camera, with either an orange or black hat, all black clothing . . . with a quick look at ME, he would say, oh, that is you, OF COURSE!  Just this morning, cops, like I said, came screaming down Broadway from Spruce, until, the cops noticed me, sitting on the brick wall at Sleepy Inn, resting before, I go to McDonald's which is not surprise, since, I have, off and on, gone there to write my blog, in a clean well lighted place, and partake of a cold, refreshing, Diet Coke for one dollar!  Shelley, Kay, they drink coffee, Rachel, probably does now too, since she is a weak person, who will do what her company does!

I am watching an episode of FBI Files: Deadly Obsession, about a top attorney, and if I remember, because, I have been writing, while this true crime is on, Thomas Capono, oldest brother of four, parents favorite, and always, sounds, mob, family construction, families considerable real estate, multi-millionaires, and people said, people would not cooperate, never believed that he could kill his mistress, Ann Marie, when she started to see another man, in my case, on top of trying to kill me, my obsessive lover, just kills or injures, potential lovers.  People were not talking and they were pissed that the cops were investigating this high profile attorney.  Sounds familiar too!  But, two of the counties, involved, were Bond and Marshall Counties!  Very interesting in deed.  Like I said this morning, no good deed, goes unPUNISHED!  Now, why, would I get punished, for writing a blog, about community policing, later, on about some of my accomplishments, that are above and beyond any job description, like saving doctors and financial planners, or writing a four point plan for Afghanistan, mainly, because that was the focus of Congress . . . now, I never put MY name on it, as usual, even though, I did 90% of the work, in the group, we called, St. George, Utah, Think Team, different version of normal, Think Tank? . . . I am multi-tasking, listening to the FBI Files and writing at the same time, name of a cop, or CSI guy, Allan Juicedee, I am sure it is not, spelled that way, but, yeah, Brett is a younger, juicier, Allan, aka, Frank, of Interpol, and he looks, easy, Italian mafia, or Mormon mafia, or cop mafia, or both, as you will see in the next crime show, I wrote about . . . I Married a Mobster, Grim Reaper!

Another, symbolic name, in the FBI, show, Castlemeyer, or Castle Me Her! or it could have to do with my Cuban son-in-law, Castle Mayor? daughter, Nicole's last name.

Anyway, the reason, the heat is turned up on me, after, I write a blog, taking credit for what I have done, is that, the super mob, chicks, have taken credit, not only for my blog, but also for all the GREAT things I have done for Utah, Montana, the NATION, if not the world!  The closer, more solid my evidence, that I am truly, the one and only JoAnn S. Secrist, like they are trying to say, I died, four years ago, using sisters, friends, to cover, the second, I do something great, in Montana, they bring in a bitch cover, and use the cops to run me out of the town, state, but, not like I use to go . . . now, I just ditch out the back door, or watch the hunters, looking for me, I notice every dirt bag and shit head, paid to track, follow, rat me out, funny, I went to St. Patrick's Hospital, which I eat at all the time, have for four years, off and on, great food, in the Blarney Stone Cafe', cheap and nutritious, best pecan pie in the world, but, over the last year, I have been chased, followed, made to feel unwelcome, so, after writing about, saving, even St. Pat's docs, back when the feds were going gangbusters, on docs, coding for government payer benefits, protecting the rights of the doctors, in Utah, led to protecting docs, nationwide, making, them safe, and guaranteed of constitutional, due process and equal protection, for civil rights . . . yeah, white, middle aged, wealthy, males are entitled to constitutional protections, and are to have fraud units, follow, federal statutory provisions, with 24 hours notice, before, cops can take docs records to look for fraud, which is not cool, but to maybe investigate, complaints, or in some cases, record keeping coming to the notice of the feds, raising concerns, but, these BULL SHIT JOANNS, HAVE LONG CLAIMED THAT JOB AND THE PROTECTIONS, I ENDED UP, HAVING 8 YEARS OF MY LIFE, EXTRACTED FROM ME, AFTER BEING TOLD I WAS GOING TO DIE OF PICK'S DISEASE, when the feds poisoned me! . . . the U.S. Attorney, on FBI Files, Com Connelly, yeah, little Sarah Lee, aka, whittle Kay Burningham--"Nobody Doesn't Like Sarah Lee", who took my place as JoAnn S. Secrist, married to Brett, she is being promoted as the bad ass "con" law chick, extraordinaire, SHE IS NOT!  damned shitty TORTS ATTORNEY, starting her practice, what 10 years before, I became a Utah Assistant Attorney General!

Men Who Feel Entitled To, Eat Their Cake and Eat It Too!

I think, if I tell, the facts of the story, of I think, another FBI Files, I Married a Mobster, Grim Reaper! Oh, Capono, the attorney, got the mobster attorney, in the above FBI story, true, murdered his mistress when she wanted to leave him . . . you don't leave mobsters, or they kill you if you try, sounds way familiar, but the statement, caught my attention, the system works, prosecutors were able to convict the attorney, powerful, connected and protected, without a body, with only circumstantial evidence!  The jury showed, the mob family, that justice is for all, and they sentenced the man, to death! not just life in prison!  There are many similarities, informative facts, personality types, and information, from this true crime episode and my case, Nancy Hatchet, Gretchen Hatchet, two names in new episode, better turn it off, or I will get too distracted, but Nancy, is the name of Brett's former girlfriend, he was with, at the time, I met him, she was allegedly a professor in the theater arts department of Utah State University.  Did he kill her too?  I know he is a serial killer, hit man, he even William Ragland . . . Kay looks like a worn out old dish rag!  LOL! or she did, last time I saw her . . . plastic surgery can work miracles!  What this crowd does!   The women are to be poked, punched, cut, pasted, enlarged, reduced, blown up, and shrunk!  LOL!  Even made to look, like Me!  Name, Mark Juliano . . . Julie Ann O!

Andrea Madison, another, name, Mad I Son, took credit, his money, now, after "fake" bands, and I wrote blog, with pics, Kay has to claim, blog too, to stay looking like MOM, fuck, she is brown haired, brown eyed, flat ass, ugly homely girl next door bitch, who fucked Elliot out of his first CD, etc. . . . the reason, they are so pissed, is I wrote about my baby, back in the day, son, Elliot and his independence, connected him to the red, shiny, Loose Caboose, red-haired, rocker, star, in the family . . . the real targets, were my kids, to make Kay, Brett, Shelley, Frank, Jack, etc., cops, look good, since all their kids were shit!  Brett would not even call his son, on his birthday, no matter what I said to him, Kay used, illegal aliens, non-English speaking to take care of her oldest son, Christopher, not Christian . . . I fucking raised my kids, until their personalities were formed, then went to law school, but always, with them, almost every fucking weekend, until they were all doing their own things!  Now, they are talking about Kennedy Street Crew or Gang, OF COURSE, Ben Lawson, one of my symbolic names for Chris, voted, most likely to be an attorney, from his 6th grade class . . . perfect attorney, he would make!  I better get to the episode I wanted to write about!  Turn off this, triple thoughts, not good!

WHAT I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT--THE MODEL KILLER

The key to being successful, in the mob, Mormons, and most likely men in black, or MIB, is to be, powerful, charismatic leader, ruthless, and make a shit load of money!  Me and my, kids, are a fucking gold mine of money, EZ MONEY, so easy prey, for, all these fucks!  I don't see my kids, as being very materialistic, and if they are, that comes from, spouses, or lovers, because, at least their mother, was so not that way, and focused in brains, education, intellect, conversation, knowledge, not money.  I remember, telling, Elliot, when his first, CD with Sony, his band, God's Revolver, hitting best hard rock band, on their first CD, Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider? which was, mixed, titles changed, fake band, and marketed, through the Mormon marketing system, like none other in the world, not to mention, worldwide, intelligence connections, through CIA and FBI, so easy to steal, so easy to market and so easy to sabotage the REAL band, especially with mom, still out of commission!  But, by 2010, I was back in the legal saddle, rocking the legal field, like son was rocking the music world, and I could see, the forces, gathering to steal, this CD, that the band took, 5 fucking years to put together, just as good as the first one, and about the cops, investigation of the dead rider! way cool shit, I used to use it to amp me up to rip off heads, in court in Salt Lake City, Utah, using it to rock my ass, for 285 miles, from St. George, to Salt Lake . . . so, I told Elliot, when, I heard that Sony, or the mob, wanted his band to re-mix some of the music, and he did his portion in 4 DAYS, and the rest of the BAND, refusing to do it!  EASY STEAL, CD was never even NAMED!  I asked Elliot, if he wanted me to SUE, and he said, NO . . . what do you do with a PLAINTIFF, who will not FUCKING SUE?  Like mother, like son, he makes music out of love, like mother writes on the law, out of love for the law and helping the country . . . money was NEVER THE GOAL!

Mob Wives: Born into the Mob, Inducted as a Mistress, or Marry into the Mob . . . but, Once You Are In, You Don't Get Out!

In the Grim Reaper, there is a hot, young Italian girl, who is dating a member of the mob, she grew up with Italian men, counting money on her grandmother's table and gambling in her backroom, so, she, of course is exposed to mob men, and she is dating one, at the time, she meets, Greg, and she is instantly smitten with the married man, and she loses interest in her boyfriend, who just happens to be from a rival gang, which she didn't know at the time.  During the first meeting, Greg asks, the girl for her name and number.  One night, soon after that, this girl gets in a huge fight with mobster boyfriend and she runs to Greg of the rival gang, later become his mistress after the two fight it out, manly through talking and maybe respect for her wishes, but she soon becomes, Greg's girlfriend, and he lavishes her with gifts, birthday parties, and nothing it too good for the mob girlfriends, wife's not so lucky, left out, home taking care of the kids, and the house, while the men, meet at the social clubs, and back rooms with their mistresses!  This mob chick, loved being with Greg, because if anyone did anything wrong or against her, he killed them!  He is the go to man, for mob hits too, and he was no ordinary, mobster, he was also working undercover with the FBI, after getting caught, for armed robbery, the feds leaned on him, to work with them, and get the KKK to talk, infiltrating the white power group of cops and citizens, in the south, that had just murdered three civil rights workers, one black and two white.  The cops were impressed with the man, because, he got a KKK member and beat the shit out of him, tortured him, got him to talk, and I think, he killed him afterwards.  But, case solved, problem with informant already done! probably caught things on tape for evidence and confessions, I would guess.

Linda, the mistress, is sick of being, Greg's booty call, she wants to get married and have kids with him.  So, she hatches this plan, to marry a guy whom she works with at the grocery store, to make, staying with Greg better, to get him jealous, and as a cover . . . she is still seeing, Greg, all the time, and she gets pregnant, and her husband, doesn't even know.  Greg, now, starts having two families, but Linda is still pressuring him to get a divorce, which he eventually does.  The relevance here, is that, these chicks, and chaps, are all simultaneously, mobsters, mob wives, who, like Greg, are allowed to roam free, kill at will, do mob shit, and also work with the feds, the FBI, on their payroll, with the cops, getting something on the side too, and using them to solve cases, who better, than mobsters and gangsters themselves, dark minds think alike, and when all the agents are squeaky allegedly clean Mormon boys, these guys are perfect to do the dirty work!  Finally, Linda, now with two children, wears, Greg down, and he goes against mob rules and divorces his wife, and marries Linda.  The thing that is interesting about the mob culture, is the wives, know little of their husband's activities, but the mistresses are in a different category, they are with them at the meetings, sitting right next to them, and they literally, become, partners in crime!  Oh, Charlie, Linda's husband was the perfect husband, he never suspected a thing, even after she had two of Greg's kids, and he just went along with it, when, Linda divorced him and married Greg!  The crew I am dealing with, have cover marriages, wives and husbands, who are not in the mob, or the super mob, who may be formerly a cops, inducted and persuaded into the culture, of mobsters and Mormons with spiritual wives or mistresses!

Greg is Allowed to Be a Mobster and FBI Informant, Until He Gets Into a Mob War, With Rival Families!

Eventually, the FBI, can no longer look the other way allowing Greg to be an informant, and them, knowing of his activities, even with Linda involved, robbing a bank at the airport, with rivals fighting over the proceeds, and Greg is eventually charged with murder; however, before they pick him up, his son, gets into some trouble with rivals, and Greg was not like, most, bosses, he is now, 61 and up the food chain, but, he doesn't send a few of his made men, or soldiers, to do the dirty work he does it his self and goes after these punks, who went after his kid . . . a kid gets shot, right in the car with Greg, and in a gun fight on the streets, Greg gets, shot through the nose, and his eye, is blown out too, he comes home, and his wife and daughter are freaked out, actually, I think, his daughter, was in the car too, when all the shooting broke out, she got away but dad was shot, she runs to her mother.  Greg realized this was not about business, it was, personal and serious.  Linda tried to doctor him, and some mobster, comes to get him, and he literally, walks out into the street, to try to finish the job, barely knowing he is shot, and he has half his face missing, eventually he dies in the hospital that night!  The son, decides to walk in his father's shoes, and he hooks up with a friend and his father, the father tells the kid, Linda and Greg's son, that he will take care of business.  Linda warns her son, that, means, he is going to kill you, son.  The son, doesn't believe her, and he is killed by his friend's father, probably a respect thing, or to make amends for his earlier wrong.

I thought this episode was interesting, because, when, both Shelley and Kay, met, Brett, allegedly for the first time, they made comments, like, so, this is your new husband? or how well did you know him, before you married him?  Kay was jealous and flirty, Brett and Shelley, disappeared, into the kitchen, flirting and after I left, him, I know he was with Shelley, because he kept leaving signature shit around the house, so I would see them.  And, after I kicked Brett out of my family Easter at Zion, I am sure, he ran straight to Kay's jealous arms, that she made so, very obvious, when he was with me and her, on an alleged, girl's weekend?  I think, all of these guys, switch and change, swap and mix it up, to whatever suits them, and there may be a fellow buddy, who is married for awhile, but all were extremely interested in MARRYING ME, but, I am easy to LEAVE THEM, so, these dudes, into image and not being embarrassed just hooked up with alleged doubles and pretended they were ME, to save face and egos!  Like I said, Brett, kept tracking me down, following me, showing up here and there, but, I was not real willing to go back, and at times, I saw, tears under his sunglasses, and when he would say, I need someone who loves me, I would drop a hint that I still loved him, but . . . then one night after he had been romping it up with Shelley, he came to the house that I was paying $350 per month for a cat piss stained and stinky couch, but Shelley would, always, come into the front room where I was and listen to Art Bell, radio show . . . Brett, came drunk, and tried to make love to me, right in front of Shelley who was pretending to be asleep!  He kept telling me, that I was the one he loved!  Eventually, I got him, into a shower, where we made love for the last time and he sobered up, enough to walk back to Randy's house.

This pattern was set, who knows who had been with who, using who to cover, this or that, but, Frank, was just as injured by me!  LOL!  And, when, I first introduced or so, the first time, I was there when they met, I could see, Shelley's eyes, lowered, acting shy and I knew something more than met the eye was going on, and Isaac, was even more enamored by Frank, I think, because he was, involved in stealing Elliot's band's music and they were waiting for the other shoe to drop! so they could start making money again!  I think, Shelley, hooked up with Jack, Jersey Boy, to frame me on Amtrak, going with him, when I refused to go, and took off to be with my kids, for that first Thanksgiving, I was in Kalispell, so the mob and FBI substitute, Shelley, used and abused by all the guys, but wanting to be one of the guys, a team player, was passed around, from Jerry, to Brett, to Jack, to Frank, to Tony, so who knows who is married to who, sneaking to meet their mistress or master?  These guys are all fucked up, layer, upon, layer, marriage upon marriage, kids, upon, kids, to bury me, knee deep in marriages, parents, husbands and women, that I can't even be found!  I just want this shit on record, so if anything happens to me, someone can get me justice and avenge for all the shit I have been through, and their networks, don't stop at the cops, nor the mob, nor gangs, but, like I said:

Poverello to Hospital to Break Cafe . . . at Least 10+ Spies, Rats, Involved!

I am under CONSTANT pressure, and getting worse all the time, because I am breaking through, their fence and exposing the fuckers, to hopefully, some good cops, at times I wonder?  But, at least it is on the record and I know that I am the MOST valuable resource to give information and insights like this, that will help, normally straight arrows, see into the lives of the mob, or the super mob, mixed with mobsters who are cops, FBI agents, not just working with them, but, actually using my credentials, to rise in the cop organization . . . what an ultimate thrill to psychopaths, who love to be the new kids, the cool kid, the one rising star, while stepping on others and never around, when the hard work is needed, I do the heavy lifting, the writing, they just have the computer programs to change a word or two, and these fucks were probably who wrote Melania's speech, told her to lie about her college degree, because they have gotten away with it up to the highest levels of government, and what a fun sideline, making it look, like I am the criminal Shelley, while she is the polished, law abiding JoAnn, or Joanne, with the great resume, history, killer shit legal contributions, while I languish in poverty!  There pleasure is my pain! no emotions, no sympathy, no remorse . . . it will only be JAIL or PRISON that wises up the WISE GUYS and there MISTRESSES, I am married to half and the other half are saying they married me, so they get the buzz from cops, for being married to the QUEEN, the maids are the ones the boyz club, married, but they want you to think they are married to me, so they can get at the kids, and family MONEY!

FOR THE FUN OF IT . . . FOR THE RECORD!  I KNOW, I AM LIVE BAIT!

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