ONE SWEET THRILL! GHOST WALKER, SKIPS OUT AGAIN! LOL! YOU HAVE HEARD OF "REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE" WELL, I AM OUTLAW WITHOUT A CRIME! LOL! I DON'T CARE IF THE WHOLE FUCKING UNIFIED COP SHOPS, FROM CIA, FBI, DEA, TO STATE AND LOCAL COPS, I CAN STILL BEAT ALL OF THEM! I DIG! YOU JUST FEEDING THE BEAST AND GIVING ME NEW PIG TALES, ON THIS LITTLE BAD ASS CON LAWS BLOG, WHICH PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD, LOVE HEARING! LOL! KISSES, YOU MAKE MY BLOG! LOL! I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT IT IN THE BODY OF THIS POST TODAY, EVEN THAT IS SYMBOLIC, P.O.S.T. STANDS FOR "PEACE OFFICERS STANDARDS & TRAINING" SO, WRITE IN LINE WITH THIS MORNINGS, SWEET THRILL! YOU SEE THE COPS, HAVE SHIFTS, DIFFERENT LEVELS, AND USED TO HAVE DIFFERENT JURISDICTIONS, OR POWERS, NOW THEY ARE THE "EUNICE" OR UNI POLICE FORCE, DRIVEN BY NATURE, OR GOING FOR THE BIG FAKE BREASTED WOMEN! LOL! THERE IS A GUY, IN THE POVERELLO CENTER, WEARING A T-SHIRT, THAT SAYS, IN WHITE BLOCK LETTERS, ON BLACK, ACROSS HIS CHEST AREA, "MAN'S BEST FRIENDS." NOW, I DON'T THINK HE IS TALKING ABOUT DOGS? MAYBE, BUT I DON'T THINK SO, AND, EVER SINCE, I HAVE BEEN THROWN, INTO A FACE TO FACE BATTLE, WITH COPS, PREVIOUSLY, TO BE THEIR TEACHER, TRAINER AND MANUAL WRITER, MORE IN MY PROFESSION AS AN ATTORNEY, DEALING WITH THE MORE BRAINY THAN, BRAWN SIDE OF THE MALE SEGMENT OF THE POPULATION, LIKE ATTORNEYS, PHYSICIANS, AND PROFESSORS, WHOM, SEEM TO VALUE, BRIGHT, BRILLIANT, INTELLIGENT, ARTICULATE, EXPRESSIVE, PROFESSIONAL WOMAN, NOT THINK WE ARE A BUNCH OF BRASSY BITCHES, PUSHING MEN AROUND, BEING SUBSTITUTED, AND REPLACED, WITH FLIGHT ATTENDANTS, PALM READERS, MO MUFFINS, EMT'S, AND ESPECIALLY, TAKING "HEELS OVER HEAD" ANY DAMNED TIME OF THE DAY! OR NIGHT! SO, I HAVE LONG, MISSED THE "HEAD OVER HEELS" CROWD I USED TO WORK WITH DAILY, NEVER, EVER, EVEN, THINKING ABOUT BREAST SIZE? IF FACT THE MEN I DATED OR MARRIED BEFORE THIS LAST 4 YEARS, OF DIRECT CONTACT WITH COPS OF ALL LEVELS ON THE STREETS, HAVE EVEN TOLD ME IF I EVER GOT A BOOB JOB, THEY WOULD STOP DATING ME, WHICH TAKES MARRIAGES OUT TOO . . . NOW, I INTERFACE, WITH MEN, WHO SEE "THE GIRLS" AS THEIR "BEST FRIENDS" AND EVERY TIME I SEE THAT COMMERCIAL, "MY PILLOW" I CAN ENVISION, SOME, BRAWNY COPS, HEAD, NUZZLED BETWEEN OVER SIZED BREASTS, FAKE OR REAL, NO MATTER, AND FLUFFYING THEM UP, WITH THEIR ARMS DRAPPED, OVER "THE GIRLS" ALL NIGHT, TO MAKE SURE THEY DON'T LOSE THEIR BEST FRIENDS! LOL! I MEAN, YOU HAVE CAN'T BE SERIOUS? SHIT? ANYWAY, THAT SEEMS TO BE THE ARENA OF COMPETITION, WHEN I HAVE NEVER HAD TO COMPETE, AND DON'T THINK I WILL, IN THE "HEELS" CATEGORY, JUST HAVE THE MEN IN THAT, ARENA, AND I WILL STICK TO THE MEN, WHO VALUE ME, FOR WHO, WHAT, AND HOW, I AM, TAKING "HEAD OVER HEELS" BECAUSE THEY DIG TALKING AND LAUGHING, BEING ENGAGED, IN RIVETING AND ENTERTAINING CONVERSATIONS, WHILE DOING WHATEVER . . . SEX, IS COOL, IMPORTANT, AND THE LIFE BLOOD OF A RELATIONSHIP, BUT IF THAT IS ALL YOU HAVE, FORGET IT, SURE AS SHIT NOT ENOUGH TO KEEP THIS HEADY CHICK! GOD? ANYWAY, VERY INTERESTING "CULTURE SHOCK" FOR ME, GOING FROM THE BRAINS, TO THE GUNS! LOL! OH, WELL, TO EACH THEIR OWN! IT IS NOT THAT I COULD NOT BE, ATTRACTED TO THE "ACTION FIGURES" BUT, I BETTER BE ABLE TO CARRY ON AN INTELLIGENT CONVERSATION WITH THEM, OR THE LOOKS AND BEEF, GO FAST. JUST THIS MORNING, IN MCDONALD'S I WALKED IN, TO PUT MY BACKPACK, ON ONE OF THE TABLES I TYPE MY BLOGS AT, HERE AT MCD'S, AFTER BEING CHASED AND STALKED FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF, SINCE 6:10 AM, THIS MORNING, WHEN THE TWO UNDERCOVER, AGENTS, ACTING TOTALLY SUSPICIOUS, WITH A GUT FEELING, SOMETHING WAS UP, SO I DITCHED THE LAST TWO BITES OF MY BAGEL, AND DITCHED OUT THE DOOR . . .

The Hillary Syndrome

Now, I always, kind of like the female outlaw thing, having heard of wild girls, like, Annie Oakley, and the likes, since I was a young girl, liking their passion, their outdoor independent spirits, the gun slinging, or the horseback t tricks of the old cowgirls, I loved, going on the Amtrak for the first time, hearing the volunteer park rangers, tell stories, of Josephine the Outlaw, the name, my dad, used to call me all the time growing up, now he just hires, gunslingers to go after me . . . but, Josephine, was known to have killed a few men in her day, and she was notorious, like the notorious, Hillary side of Clinton, the mythical, to me magical side of, folklore, murder, and espionage, yeah, the fun, mysterious side of a woman, real or unreal, that makes for legends and ladies, who make and shape, the worlds they live in, powerful, smart, gutzy, brassy, and yeah, often referred to as bitches, for lack of a better term!  But Josephine, when out, somewhere, east of Glacier National Park, and set up a camp or built herself a shanty, to live in, near some, lake or pond, near the railroad, tracks, a mile or two away, so she could sell her moonshine to the conductors, who would stop the train, so Jo, could ride her horse over or boat, and deliver the goods, and make her living, in the days of prohibition.  At some point, she hooked up with a U.S. Marshal, who was, probably originally, chasing the lady outlaw, and who fell in love with the woman, later, hooking up, and he moved in with her, together they lived happily, I believe, into their later years, living a long time for those days, and when the trains would stop, he would deliver the liquor to the train drivers!  I don't know that they ever married, but, they did share, a lot of years together.  In one of the most gorgeous places in the world!  I guess her guns, and moonshine, replaced man's best friends!  LOL!

Back to this morning . . . starting with last night . . . so, I was writing a second blog, last night, rather than going to the Celtic Festival, like I planned, both Friday and Saturday nights, but it was so blasted hot, and miserable, that I decided to wait, until later, to go, but, once I sink my teeth into politics, I have a hard time, even watching true crime shows, if they compete for my time, watching all the recommended videos, and that, is generally, after watching both conventions, but, once you know what really happened at the conventions, the political comedians, and pundits, like Bill Maher, Trevor Noah, John Oliver, Stephen Colbert, SNL, Jimmy Fallon, and tons of others, I know I am forgetting, that keep me laughing and entertained, all the time, with people, coming up to me, at restaurants or coffee shops, asking me what in the hell, I am watching . . . oh, just political comedy!  LOL!  They look at me like I am nuts, and I always forget, that, even though I have ear plugs in, that I am not in the audience with the crowd, laughing to the jokes, satire, sarcasm, and out right, funniest ass stuff, that makes up the political scene in America, very funny stuff, and any one, who is not enjoying this election cycle, with the two, non-traditional candidates, the first woman, Hillary, and Trump, who are known by everyone, including, President Putin of Russia . . . he was visiting, Slovenia, yesterday, where Melania, Trump's wife is from, and I am connecting the dots, right or wrong, on the statements, of Putin, or Russia, doing business with Trump, if not lending him money, when he had bad credit for the 6 bankruptcies, and just the other day, asking Russia, who might have been the ones who hacked into the DNC computers, making another email, scandal, that, has absolutely NOTHING to do with CLINTON, other than she was favored by purist in a party, who was, not into the democratic socialist thing of Bernie and fans!

I Don't Think Patrick Henry Said: "Give Me Liberty or Pull My Finger!"  

But, the sense of entitlement kids, of Bernie, did a fart-in, the last day of the DNC, when Hillary was going to accept the nominations, a bunch of spoiled bratz!  The feel that they worked hard for the Bern, therefore, if they throw a tantrum, kick and scream enough, their, surrogate parents, in the DNC, who have coddled them, a bit, too much, will cave in, and give them what they want, like their parents, must have when they were growing up!  Shit, get over it!  People were upset when Hillary lost in 2008, and they worked equally as hard, and she stepped down with dignity and grace, then, jumped right in to do the adult thing and fight for Obama!  I remember, watching Hillary, for the first time, give her, surrender speech, then listening to Barack, and thinking, what the fuck are we thinking?  She was polished, her speech was perfect, and brilliant in presentation, and women were crying, but the SECOND that speech was over, the forces for Hillary and Barack were joined, to win, against, McCain, and thank God!  This is the real world, real politics, Hillary had something like 3 million more hits than, Bernie had, let alone the super delegates, she won, far and square, and if you want to vote, DO IT!  Vote your conscience, but you will be more the ones to bear the burdens of his presidency as will you children and grand children . . . because, the changes Trump are so, far from what the last few centuries of public, foreign and domestic policy, have been, that, four years from now, if not in the first 100 days, you will wake up to an America you don't even recognize . . . the fucker, is playing on the sympathies of the nation for the cops who were shot, but, being the law and order cadidate, can open a can of worms so big, that has been laying, festering and incubating, under the surface of America, with hints of fascism, tyranny, and despotic, undertones, if not outright, IN YOUR FACE, POLICE STATE SHIT!  Why the fuck, do you think the cops are on my ass, 24/7?  Yeah for saying stuff like this to educate and WARN YOU!  You may NOT like what you will wake up with November whatever, 2016, changing the scope and landscape of America, of the likes you have NEVER seen!

FUCKIN' COPS FOLLOWING ME, EVERYWHERE!

Sorry for the detour, but, so, last night, I finished my blog, and there are these two guys, from New York, who have come in the Break Espresso Cafe' the last two nights, and they, made the initial contact, with me, the night before last, when I had ear plugs, in and way watching Hillary Clinton accept the nomination at the DNC, when these two older guys, who could easily be, retired feds, easy, come up and ask me what Hillary was saying . . . I felt like saying, now I don't know, because, you just interrupted me, and want to talk about, Bloombergs speech, and how you liked his best, and it was good, one real billionaire, a Republican, who nailed Trump, the wanna be, billionaire, one worth, 41 billion, and the other, who knows, because he won't release his tax returns, but, I find that, when the feds are on my ass, and they want to check to see if they have the right person, they start talking politics, like the fed, pretending to be a tour guide, holding up a sign, in front of Divine Transportation, looking more like a clown version of Teddy Roosevelt, of the rough riders, but, this guy, had on shorty, short, shorts, scream, so 70's, but most of these retired, and extremely dangerous, old feds, now on the enemy payroll, are out of date and out of step, for the most part, and nearing or in their 70's, but, actually, more seasoned and smarter than the new agents, just starting out!  But, one of them, was wearing, like biking clothes, race stuff, and the other, very appropriately dressed, well both, for the Montana, laid back atmosphere, but they just struck me, as undercover, because it was hot, and the sun was coming through the glass windows and it was about the last place you wanted to sit in the 200 or so seats, right up near me, too enthralled in the speeches, to pay much attention to the heat, and I think I had a air condition, vent, near my feet, so, I was cool to some extent, but they, would not have been, in the middle of the floor, but they came in again last night, but, didn't get coffee, nor stay?  Just checking on me, for later sting ops?

When I type a blog, I go into a complete trans, but I noticed the two guys, because I told them of the Celtic Festival, and I had seen them at the art gallery, or the art museum, just around the corner, near the Post Office, looking at art, so I thought, perhaps, they were busy, until the festival? but, when I got off the bus, I think the bus driver, who also could be a cop, or retired, has great legs, by the way, like a few of them, nice hiking legs, or someone who had physical jobs, nice calves!  But, I just felt, that, since I had asked him, if he knew, how late the festival went, that he would automatically assume, that I was going there . . . misinformation . . . which seemed to connect to these two dudes, just coming in, the Break, acting more shocked to see me, than I was to see them, and then racing out . . . when I got off the bus, my God, Intel, showed, the word, LOCATE, on the sidewalk, with four arrows pointing to the festival, and I thought, good, they can leave me the fuck alone for a night, and I will go be cool at the Break, so it seemed like a late search party, who realized, that I fed the bus driver shit, to throw them off!  LOL!  I love this game, but I am not sure what the fuck, these guys will do to me if they ever catch me after, 6 years of trying to kill me, KILL ME?  No surprise, and the reason I run, not The Dirty Dash, which, it is likely, I have been framed for cop kills or something with all the energy, that is expended on me!  But, it is MY money, they are paying everyone with!  It takes on an average of 23 people a day, to put a trace on someone!  WHAT A FUCKING WASTE OF MY MONEY AND THEIR TIME!  

There is a guy, named Nicco, who has been at the Pov. since I have been, and he has been involved in many sting ops, as has, Noah, the dude from this morning, who showed up yesterday at the Pov. and again this morning, when I haven't seen him, since I had a GREAT ESCAPE, on many occasions, in the past, so he disappeared for awhile, but he is back, second shot at the Queen of MEAN?  It is like old forces, old enemies, joining up again, but, Nicco, either goes to the Break or the Oxford, most nights that I am out and about, as he was, last night and the night before, trying to be inconspicuous, but, I am always aware of who is there and who might be watching me and ratting me out!  He is there, to let the other, relay of cops, spies, and whomever, to let them know what time, I leave the Break or the Pov. or the Oxford, Dave was ratting around yesterday too, allegedly going to work, when I saw him, at about 10:15 AM, not, because, I saw him at the Oxford, right after that, when he got off around the Pov, to just drop, his black garbage, so he could go to work . . . are you serious, Dave, if you don't think you, who has been involved in set up after set up, am not onto your games, you dead wrong!  So, the old teams are forming and going for it, as if I forgot the last, gathering, with Noah, and Nicco running down the street, when I took off right after check in, like wait, we have the cops coming, YOU CAN'T GO . . . OH, YEAH, WATCH ME!  LOL!

I left the Break, 15 minutes early, wasn't ready to go home yet, hoping to catch some news at CB's Bar, next door, but, it was baseball or Olympics or running trials, blah, so I noticed, what looked like too either rookie cops, or feds, come in the bar, so, I exited, and God did his Intel thing, had a gray, Crown Victoria, Ford, go by, old cop, undercover cars, brand, cops, cops, cops, so I took off, with two following me, and guys, ditching and ducking, with cops, going up and down, the street right after two!  But, as usual, like the night before, when the fucking, security guard at the hospital, saw me, must have called the cops, because, soon within minutes, there was an SUV cop vehicle and a cop squad car, both cruising through the parking lot behind where I had been sitting, just seconds earlier, and I men seconds, while I was across the street, watching the cops, looking for me, as usual, using the security guards at the bus terminal, hospitals, and wherever, as arms of the government, leaving them open to a fucking lawsuit, if I decide to file and they are PUSHING ME, and it will not look pretty for them, because I have fucking 1100 blogs of them chasing me, making dates, times, and places, TOTAL RECORD, like I am going to do about the one this morning, and as I am speaking, some ass fuck, trail is on my tail, right now, just sat his fat ass, down near me, orange shirt, long hair, gray, pony tail, camo baseball hat, large, and he got in a political discussion, with me, the other morning on the bus, too! he is at the Pov, showed up, the very day we had the political debate, any connections, Trump + COPS!  The song on, I'm Gonna Getcha, One of these Times . . . Shania Twain, one of my symbols for Shelley, these are all Shelley's SHITS, to steal the music and this blog!  

I am in front of two fucking surveillance cameras, right now, and yesterday, I probably was in front of 15 or so, before NOON, unless, they are all turned off, like the ones at the bus terminal!  The Pov, has them, the buses, have them, shit one bus, had three the other day, so no fucking mistake who I am!  

DUMB ASS NEXT TO ME, TEXTING, NOT EATING, DOESN'T THINK I KNOW HE IS PART OF THE TAKE DOWN TEAM!  LOL!

I have beat, THOUSANDS OF COPS, that is why, they just think, if they keep on trying, they will get me one of these times . . . THINK THE FUCK AGAIN, ASS WIPES!  I love this game, and you all wear out, long before I do, and I ditch your sorry ugly ass faces and fucking dumb brains, brawn, who love, Heels over Heads, are JUST A DUMB AS THEIR BEST FRIENDS!  LOL!  Anyway, I woke up, about 5:45 AM, which is late for me, but there is no bus today, so, kind of boring and limited in options and escape options, like taking 12 buses, and having 100 drop off points, so the weekends are when things get really dicey, because, the options are limited, so I need to be on my toes for anything!  So, this morning, both, Noah, the old guy, who has been gone for months, but he may thing, like I do, that when I have been gone, it is everyone else who has been gone, not me, so, I ask them where they have been, when I have been gone for a month or so!  LOL!  But, Noah, has been hanging out, generally, now, allegedly, he is in the backroom working with H.O.T. whatever int he fuck that stands for, not one to know the programs, or use them, here, and in addition to Noah, yesterday, some chick, who was dressed in black scrubs, and seemed to have a stethescope, around her neck yesterday, looking for someone, in the lunch room, the only times I am at the Pov., lately when I don't have money, to eat out, last few days of the month, so I am making it harder and harder for the Pov. RATS!  But, I also know the clinic is not open on Saturday, so I knew something was up!  I am sure that Shelley and crew have donated a shit load of MY MONEY, to the Pov. to lie for them!

Oh, the other night, I got a gut feeling that I needed to get the fuck out fast after dinner, just like I felt this morning and have on many occasions, wherever I am, like now, need to get out with this fat fuck, texting, since, there have been cops looking for me all morning! but, I left the other night, and crossed the street, ASAP, and walked in the shade, over to a bus shelter I generally NEVER sit at, but did because it was hot, and sure as shit, 5 FUCKING SHERIFFS, went down Broadway, one, two, then, three right in a row!  All coming from the direction of the Pov, without sirens, or emergency, wreck or anything, even driving depressed, because it was the first dinner, I had at the Pov., in about a month, so they were right on that in no time!  A bit despondent and depressed!  As seemed to be the fact this morning, I just don't fit the PDQ vision of their queen, worthy of their courtly love . . . no, I would rather the OUTLAW image, crime or no crime and KICK THEIR FUCKING ASSES, day after day, after day, like today, but it is still early!  

So, clown, Noah, and other dude, the other guy, with longer hair, same look, buddy, boy, both come walking by me, while I am eating, now, we are not support to be in the Pov. before 6 AM, and sometimes, I will come in, to use the bathroom facilities, but never eat, before time, because it makes sense that, they want to have enough food, always, to feed the huddled masses on the floors and in the dorms, so, I am really cautious, because, I have had them appear to call the cops, when I have been early in the building, not even eating . . . so, I waited out in the yard, and came in a got a tray, and it was, 6:10 or a few minute earlier, when these two, skinny and bigger twins, walked passed me, acting stiff and bizarre, and I know the routine, of staff here, like I was working here, one mans the front desk, while the other staff wakes the troops . . . but not this morning, both of these alleged staff, walk by me, so I knew, something was up . . . checking to see if it was me, back in the corner behind the tables and chairs, alone, getting less and less inclined to be here, let alone, socialize, so they had to come closer, to see, rather than looking through the glass, windows, between me and the glass!  

YEP, it is me, but NOT EARLY, they were LATE, waking up the boys and girls, but, the story, could be, misconstrued, because, I was right on the money, in the building, but, not, a second late or early, a bagel and hard boiled egg, juice . . . but, one guy came back to the desk, and the other, Noah, when upstairs but seemed to take a bit longer than, it should take, or than I recall, calling the cops, because the guy at the desk, I might hear!  MY CUE TO DITCH . . . got over to the shelter, sheriff, cop car, in prompt order . . . I didn't dare look where the sheriff went, but I did, after the cop car, and sure enough IT WENT BEHIND THE POV, not down the street, so safe to assume the sheriff car went there too!  That was too close for comfort, but I was not through yet . . . 

FEELING BLESSED, WHO GETS TO PUT ON MAKE-UP, AT A PLACE LIKE THIS?  SUN UP, OVER THE CLARK FORK RIVER!

GOTTA GO! Okay, I love it when the undercover, cops or their surrogates, go in the bathroom, it is usually, because they have texted or called the cops, and told them that I am here or there, so, when they go, and I get the gut feeling, usually, backed up by facts, after the fact, like, just now, when I ditched across the street, to the Greyhound bus terminal, which puts shivers in their spins, because, when I ditch out unsuspected, that fucks up all the local operations, and then, they have to start all over again, getting the local cops on board, wherever, and you never know how long I am going to stay, so good use of resources, MINE, or a waste, like this whole, shit show, for fucking 6 years!  LOL!

Games, games, games, for those who think their smart, and me, who is SMARTER than all the feds, sista bitches, attorney shits, suits, and cops of all shapes, flavors and sizes!  All this shit does is make me feel brilliant, and I AM!  Yesterday after some close calls, I got to dinner at the Pov. and God, my Intel dude, immediately drew my eyes to the back of some guy's t-shirt, and it said, just that, BRILLIANT!  Who is the brightest, the person, who has hundreds of cops, all access to either turn on, off or doctor, surveillance tapes, all over town, and with tons of bucks that I replenish every day, to be used by my enemies, jealous, envious, green monsters, who could not be this smart for one day, they would be caught! or the woman, who has skipped, ditched, slide out from right between their claws, fangs, manicules, teeth dripping with blood,  . . . so funny, the NSA or those given access, always turn off the fucking spell check, and now, when I spell the new word right, they put on their text box, stating that, they made a mistake on spell check that is not on, and to try latter?  LOL!  These fuckers, may have, minutes, on stage, or days, but never much more than that, and I am ON, GAME, 100% of the time, or I am dead!

Anyway, I took off across the street, and sure enough, within, several minutes, long enough to hit the restroom, and go out to the table and benches, to see if I could still get on the Internet, to finish by blog, two fucking sheriffs' vehicles, come down the street on Broadway, or from where, but right across the street from McD's!  The guy, probably came out of the bathroom and realized that his RAT ACT didn't work, and I was gone!  I fucking love doing that to these shit heads, that think they are being so cool!  LOL! Clever clever, like a toilet lever!  But, as I sat behind the bus terminal, some dude, who I never noticed, in the lobby, I mark these things, and people, the types, you regularly see, taking the bus and those you do not see, and this dude, comes out, from the lobby, with a ticket in his pocket, but I never saw him and he crosses the street.  He looked like an old cop ready to retire, silver haired, thick, like older people get, in their late fifties and sixties, and the thought struck me, did, he come to see where I disappeared to or from, and my gut told my yes, and all the sudden, this small red older sporty car, comes screaming, almost racing down the street, one of my signs for get the fuck out . . . so, being obedient to GOD, ONLY, I sneaked around the building, because, someone had just pulled up in a maroon Crown Vic, or cop type car . . . I crossed the street, and looked to see if this guy, is still there, the guy in the orange shirt, he was not in the same seat, but, to my shock, I saw him, intent on looking at his phone, so, I ditched behind the partition, that you can see, but, rarely notice from that vantage point, and he soon, got up and left.  Now, this all took place in minutes!

It appeared to me, to be not only one, sting op, but two averted, because too many times, I do, ditch out, across the street and hit the bus to Kalispell or Whitefish, on a lurch, or lark, like I thought of doing, getting the hankering for Glacier, seeing the article on the free buses, Going to the Sun Road! being in the Missoulian yesterday, calling my name to the wilds, the youth hostiles, to Sorano's Mexican Restaurant, or the Huckleberry Pancake place, under the bridge, closer to the East Glacier Lodge, all old haunts of mine, and the last place I was, being chased by Rez sheriffs from the Blackfoot Indian Reservation, using Indian trackers on me, and blood hounds, no JOKE, and walking out of Glacier and the Rez at fucking 4 or 5 AM, the day, or near the time, I started this blog, back, in September, of 2013, almost three years!  Actually, fun, fond memories,

I was born to run!  LOL!  And I am fucking good at it!  They haven't caught me YET, and I believe they will give up before I do . . . I think, they are all EXERCISED and pissed, because I wrote about cops, race issues, Ferguson and Baltimore, and reported that I saw the news footage, all day the day, Micheal Brown was shot, uh, 9 fucking times, for not snapping to, when the cop told him to get out of the street, it had nothing to do with the shop or the cigars, until 9 days later, when the cops came up with their story to cover their buddy's ass!  GET OVER DEFENDING THE THIN BLUE LINE, LYING FOR EACH OTHER, WHEN MURDER IS THE NAME OF THE GAME WILSON PLAYED!  SO WHY DON'T YOU KILL ME FOR SAYING THAT?  THE GOAL, I KNOW!  GOD ALMIGHTY, BLESS THIS MESS!  Another fed, just came through the door, at McDonald's, and there was another one, here when I got here, at first, but he did the disappearing act, left his sunglasses on the table, but sneaky, because, I didn't notice him leave, ghost like me.  I had another spook, looking for me over on California, where I put on my make-up, to the sound of fish, jumping in the river, ducks taking flight or landing, seeing the sun, rise up over Mount Jumbo, seeing the sunbeams dance on the water, in the river . . . and I thought, there is not a mansion, estate, house, that, is as lucky as I am right now, seeing the beauty of the river, the vegetation around the river, the weeds and rushes, sand, bridge, and all, the glory . . . I just typed, GO, instead of glory, game on again, rapid fire, one and one, now some kid running, better wrap this up!

Have a Great Sunday, Day of Rest, While I Am On the Run, Fighting for Your Rights!

Seriously, GLAD to do It!

KISS!