MIDNIGHT PULP! POPSUGAR. FOXCATCHER. JUSEED. GOLDSTAR. COMMAND. DO NO HARM. IT'S JUST MORE FUN IN THE BOX. JOBOX. JOGEAR. LAST WORDS I READ YESTERDAY: THE LORD WILL NOT LEAVE YOU ALONE! FIRST WORDS, I HEARD THIS MORNING: BEHOLD THE LORD IS WITH YOU! NO SHIT! BIG TIME STING OPERATION, LAST NIGHT AT THE POVERELLO, PLANNED FROM THE WAY THINGS LOOKED ONCE I LEFT, AT 2:00 AM, FOR ABOUT 2:30 PM, LOL, RUINED THE PARTY PLANNED YESTERDAY, GLAD TO DO IT AGAIN, LAST NIGHT! LOL! (1) ALL NEW STAFF ON LAST NIGHT, TAKE ME OFF GUARD WITH OLD GUARD, GONE; (2) ANNIE, MOST LIKELY AN UNDERCOVER COP, OR PAID BY THE COPS, KEPT TELLING ME ABOUT A DREAM, SHE HAD THE NIGHT BEFORE, THAT SHE WOKE UP IN THE FOREST AND I HAD LEFT HER! AT THE TIME, SINCE I LOVE DREAMS AND INTERPRETING THEM, ESPECIALLY WHEN I AM IN THEM, WAS, THAT, I MAY TAKE OFF THIS TIME, AND REALLY NEVER COME BACK TO MISSOULA, WHERE ANNIE AND I HAVE HOOKED UP, OVER THE LAST THREE YEARS, OFF AND ON. SHE HAS BEEN INSISTANT, THAT I PUT MY MAT, NEAR HER'S THE LAST TWO NIGHTS, IDENTIFIER? YESTERDAY, SOME BIG ASS BLACK COP, CAME STROLLING IN THE POV., RIGHT AROUND 6:00 AM, LOOKING FOR SOMEONE, I JETTED OUT THE DOOR, DON'T CARE, NOT STICKING AROUND TO FIND OUT WHO HE WAS LOOKING FOR! LOL! I HAD TO TAKE TWO BUSES, HIDE IN THE MAGIC DIAMOND CASINO, DOWN THE ROAD TWICE, YESTERDAY, BEFORE 7:30 AM, AND STILL HAD COPS, PULLING IN THE POV, AT THE TIME I AM SUPPOSE TO REPORT FOR CHORE DUTY! NO THANKS . . . I WAITED A HALF HOUR, DARTED IN AND OUT, GOT MY JOB DONE, BUT ONLY AFTER I OUTWAITED THE COPS, DID I PROCEED BACK TO THE POVERELLO CENTER! I SAW ANNIE LATER, SHE ACTED ALL PISSED, AND WHEN I TOLD HER, ABOUT THE COPS, SHE SAID, NO, THREE PEOPLE HAD THEIR CELL PHONES STOLEN, THEY WERE NOT AFTER YOU! OH, WELL, YOU COULD HAVE FOOLED ME! I NEVER SAW, ANYONE, RUNNING AROUND QUESTIONING PEOPLE ABOUT CELL PHONES, GENERALLY COURSE OF ACTION, WHEN ONE IS STOLEN, IS TO ASK EVERYONE IN THE PLACE, IF THEY HAVE SEEN ANYONE WITH IT, AND THERE WAS NO GATHERING OF PEOPLE AT THE FRONT DESK, WHEN THE COP CAME, PROBABLY MORE THAN ONE! LOL! I ALWAYS ERROR ON THE SIDE OF SAFETY! GOOD RULE OF LAW! (3) THERE WERE ABOUT DOUBLE THE NUMBER OF CHICKS IN OVERFLOW LAST NIGHT, AND ONE, NEAR ME, ACTING ALL THE PRIMA DONNA, WAS BITCHING AND MOANING ABOUT THIS AND THAT, AND THAT SHE HAD TO WORK A 12 HOUR SHIFT TOMORROW? DOING OVER TIME AT THE RIVER ROOTS FESTIVAL? PROBABLY. (4) I WOKE UP AT 1:00 AM, BECAUSE A COUPLE OF GRILS WERE TALKING, PASSING CELL PHONES, AND GENERALLY BEING PAINS IN THE ASS, AND I SLEEP TOTALLY SOUND, BUT I LAID THERE, AND WONDERED, WHY I WAS AWAKE . . . YOU COULD, ON MOST OCCASIONS, DRVIE A FREIGHT TRAIN THROUGH THE ROOM AND I WOULD NOT WAKE UP, DIDN'T NEED TO RELIEVE MYSELF, SO, I WAS PUZZLED. THERE WAS THIS SMALL CHICK, WEARING NOTHING BUT A TEAL COLORED BRA, AND CAMO PANTS, ONE OF THE ONES, MAKING ISSUES, NOT LOUD, BUT LOUD ENOUGH, AND I GLANCED OUT THE WINDOW, AND RIGHT AT THAT TIME, A COP CAR DROVE BY! MY SIGN, SHE IS A COP! (4) I ARGUED WITH MYSELF, AND GOD, THIS IS WAY TOO EARLY, BUT I HAVE LEFT THE POV. AT ALL TIMES OF THE NIGHT, WHEN DIFFERENT STING OPS HAVE BEEN PLANNED, SO THIS IS NOTHING NEW, AND I KNOW, THAT TIME AND TIME AGAIN, THEY PLANNED ON GETTING ME, ABOUT 5 MINUTES AFTER I AM HEADING OUT THE DOOR, WITH STUPIFIED LOOKS ON ALL THE PLAYERS, STUPID FACES! LOL! (5) I CUDDLED UP, STRATCHING MY BACK WITH MY GLASSES, THINKING, COME ON GOD, GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK! RIGHT THEM, I GOT A STING, LIKE FEELING ON MY LEG, LIKE THAT IS NOT TOTALLY SYMBOLIC, LIKE, HELL, YEAH, GIRL, YOU GOT A STING OP ON YOUR ASS! (6) SO LIKE THE OBEDIENT, DAUGHTER, CHILD OF GOD THAT I AM, I GOT UP, PACKED UP MY SHIT, SO THAT I DIDN'T WAKE ANYONE, NOW, ALL EITHER PRETENDING TO BE ASLEEP, OR JUMPING THE GUN, OR WAITING FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS, OR NOTHING? I DROPPED OFF AND CLEANED MY MAT; GAVE THE CHICK AT THE FRONT DESK, SOME MISINFORMATION, THAT I COULD NOT SLEEP, THAT IS WHY THE OXFORD IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE PLACES, HEADING UP FOR A MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT BREAKFAST, WHICH IS NOT OUT OF CHARACTER AT ALL FOR ME, BUT GENERALLY ON PAY DAY! LOL! SHE DIDN'T BLINK AND EYE, WHAT I LOVE ABOUT THE MILLENIUMS, THEY LIVE, BREATHE AND DIE BY SOCIAL MEDIA, AND THEY DON'T WANT TO BE INTERRUPTED FOR ANYTHING! LOL! (7) NOT TO MY SURPRISE, SOME DUDE, I HAVE LONG EXPECTED AS AN UNDERCOVER COP, WAS SITTING, AT THE DOOR, OUTSIDE THE POV.--SURVEILLANCE, RIGHT AT 2:00 AM, AT THE SAME TIME A WHITE VAN PULLED UP, DROPPING OFF ANOTHER DUDE, ACROSS THE STREET, AS I BOOKED IT DOWN THE STREET TO RUN INTO, MR. 007 HIMSELF, PIERCE BRONSON'S SON, OR LOOK-ALIKE, AND I THOUGHT, DAMNED RIGHT, SOMETHING IS UP, SOME DUDE WAS TAKING UP MY NORMAL ESCAPE RESTING POINT, VANTAGE POINT FOR SPYING ON THE COPS! AT THE BUS SHELTER DOWN THE STREET, AND JUST THEN, I NOTICE A COP, SNEAKING AROUND THE CORNER, SO, I HEAD OVER TO ANOTHER HIDING PLACE, AND WAIT FOR ABOUT 5 MINUTES, AS, AT LEAST 5 COPS, WAY HEAVY TRAFFIC FOR THAT TIME AND PLACE, ARE GOING UP AND DOWN, BY THE DIAGONAL! SOMEONE MUST HAVE ALERTED THE COPS, FUGATIVE ON THE LOOSE, OUTLAW WITHOUT A CRIME, ESCAPED THE POV. BLEW OUR STING OP! ALL OUT MAN HUNT! OR WOMAN HUNT! LOL! GAME ON, HAVE TO BE ON GAME, AT ALL TIMES! BUT, I AM! THE STING IN THE BACK OF THE LEG DID IT! (7) SUDDENLY, I SAW A GUY, OVER AT THE ZIP TRIIP, RUNNING, MY GOD INTEL, TO MAKE A FAST BREAK! SO I DID, AND JUST THEN, I NOTICED, THERE WERE GUYS, FUCKING ON EVERY CORNER, COMING AND GOING, AS IF LOOKING FOR ME, I HEADED UP TO MY SECRET, TRAMP CAMP, FOR SAFETY, ALMOST RAN STRAIGHT INTO A COP, AT THE CORNER! HE GAVE SIGNALS, SPED AROUND THE CORNER, LETTING OUT THIS WHIMPER OF A SIGNAL, NOT A SIREN, BUT A WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP, SOUND . . . NO DIP SHIT, IT IS I, WHO IS GIVING COPS THE OLD "WHOOP ASS!" BUT WITHIN, A FEW MINUTES, I WATCHED, TWO MORE COPS, TWO SHERIFFS AND ONE HIGHWAY PATROL, GOING ALONG THE ROAD, OR ONE OF THE ROADS, I WOULD LIKELY GO TO THE OXFORD! FOOLED YOU AGAIN, FOUND MY SPOT, AFTER WATCHING THE ACTION, THE HUNTED, ALWAYS WATCHING THE HUNTERS! I GOT ANOTHER 3 TO 4 HOURS OF UNINTERRUPTED SLEEP! (8) HOWEVER, THE TRAFFIC, ON SATURDAY, MORNING AT AROUND 7:00 AM, WAS FAR BUSIER THAN THE WEEK DAYS? FARMER'S MARKET? SPIES, SURE A SHIT LOAD OF GUYS OUT ON THE STREET, EVEN MR. ANTI-GOOD NEIGHBOR POLICY WONK, WHO ONE MORNING THIS WEEK, AND I WROTE ABOUT HIM, ACTED LIKE A SCARED CANARY, WHEN HE PASSED ME, AFTER I HAD BLUEBERRY PANCAKES, SAUSAGE, O.J., AT MISSOULA, 3:16, WHERE I GOT EARLY MORNING WORSHIP, WATCHING A VIDEO OF MARY, MOTHER OF JESUS, BEING HIGHLY FAVORED OF WOMEN, TO BE THE MOTHER OF CHRIST, AND HER HEAVENLY VISITATION FROM THE ANGEL, GABRIEL, I WANT TO SAY? (9) SOME INDIAN DUDE, WHOM I MET IN BUTTE, GOT SO DRUNK, LAST NIGHT, THAT, HE HAD TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL--I MET HIM IN BUTTE, THE YEAR BEFORE LAST, WINTER, WHEN I MET JAMES KENNEDY, AND HE WANTED TO HANG OUT WITH ME . . . NO, I AM A LONE DUCK, OR LONE WOLF, HE WAS FROM WOLF POINT! LOL! BUT SPORATIC MEN, STREWN THROUGH OUT MY WALK BETWEEN, 3:16 AND THE BREAK, WHERE I AM NOW! LOOKED LIKE A FEW FEDS, WHEN I CAME IN, ALL GONE NOW! THEY HAD PROBABLY BEEN HERE, WATCHING SINCE 6 OR MAYBE 5, I THINK, THE CAFE' OPENS EARLIER, OR SO IT SEEMED, RECENTLY? OH, DID ANYONE, AT THE GAME, SEE, ONE OF THREE OF MY DOUBLES, WHO COULD HAVE BEEN AT THE GRIZ CELEBRATION AND UNVAILING OF THE JUMBO TRON, SEE, ONE OF THEM WEARING MY ORANGE, "GRIZ" BALL CAP? THE LAST TIME I SAW IT WAS THE NIGHT, I SLEPT UNDER THE PINES, WHEN THERE WAS ANOTHER STING OP, AND COPS LOOKING ALL OVER, AND THOSE TWO COPS, STOOD IN THE PARKING LOT OF FRESH MARKET, PONDERING THE MYSTERIES OF THE UNIVERSE, OR DECIDING WHETHER THE CONFRONT US, ME AND SOME DRUNK, OR NOT? LOL! I THINK, I EITHER, LEFT IT AT MY TRAMP CAMP, UNDER THE STARS, OR SOMEONE WAS PAID TO STEAL IT, WHEN I TOOK A SHOWER AT THE POV. LATER THAT DAY OR NIGHT? ANYWAY, THOSE ORANGE GRIZ CAPS, ARE RARE AS FAR AS I CAN SEE, MOST ARE MAROON OR GRAY, THE COLOR OF THE UNIVERSITY OF MONTANA, SO, MY ORANGE POV. FUND RAISER HAT WAS STOLEN, AND NOW MY ORANGE GRIZ HAT! IT'S FUNNY, FOR SOME REASON, THIS MORNING, I WAS THINKING OF A COVERSATION, I HAD WITH SOME CHICK, ABOUT, NEVER WANTING TO BE WITH A DOCTOR, LAWYER, OR ANOTHER PROFESSION, AND THAT TOOK ME BACK TO SOME OF THE FANCY, DINNERS, BEING A DIGNITARY, LIKE MY DOUBLES ARE, ON MY NAME, I AM SURE, AND ON MY MONEY, AND I THOUGHT OF ALL THE SWANKY, ELEGANT EVENTS, THAT I HAVE HAD OVER THE YEARS WITH THE ATTORNEY GENERALS, THE BAR, THE LEGAL PROFESSIONA AND AT THE U OF U, WITH PROFESSORS AND UNIVERSITY STAFF, IN ADDITION TO BEING, GENERAL COUNSEL FOR THE UTAH MEDICAL ASSOCIATION, AND BEING BORED TO TEARS, UP AT SNOWBIRD, SKI RESORT, LISTENING TO SOME ASSHOLE,, PLASTIC SURGEON, GOING ON AND ABOUT THE NUMBER OF YEARS AND TRAINING, HE HAD TO HAVE, AND NOW ALL THE MONEY HE MADE! GIVE ME BREAKFAST WITH A DRUNK INDIAN! LOL! THOSE WERE MY THOUGHTS WHILE LOOKING OVER THE "ORANGE STREET" BRIDGE, LOOKING AT THE TRAFFIC, AND THE MURAL, ON THE WALLS OF AN INDIAN BRAVE AND HIS PRINCESS, LOOKING AT OLD TIME MISSOULA! COOL MORNING, PERFECT WEATHER, AND BREAKING BAD, EVERY STING OP, FROM THE NIGHT TO BREAKFAST, WITH THE INDIAN TRYING TO DELAY MY SUDDEN DEPARTURE, WAS THWARTED! THANK GOD, AND THAT STING, ON THE BACK OF MY LEG, THAT ROUSED ME OUT OF BED! LOL! THE HUNT . . .

P.S., Posted 41 Minute after Blog . . . I forgot the punch line!  After doing all of this below, watching, writing, note taking, etc., I got on the Mountain Line bus, and one of the buses signs caught my eye, it said: "More Than Just a Sign!"  Then I looked at the passenger, sitting across from me, and he had a National Geographis Magazine in his hands, and the cover story was about SICILY, does the Italian Mafia or the Sicilian ring any bells?  Brett Todd Stewart/Stuart, my 3rd, ex, always subscripted or got an order of National Geographic and Architectural Digest Mag, the Italian Stallion?  The first movie, Brett chose for me to watch with him, was, MOBSTERS AND MORMONS!

BETTER MATTERS . . . NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, SICILY

So, going back, to yesterday afternoon, when I was coming from the library, after watching, FBI Files, because, I could not get my computer, to bring up, a true crime movie based on true events, so I could just chill and enjoy, because, I always, feel, like I should be taking notes, learning something, so I can pass, it on to you, dear reader, so you can learn, or some rookie cop, of some flavor, who actually, gets a bee up their butt, and decides that, these super mob, chicks and chaps, just have to go, and had just watched, an episode, on, some undercover sting op, on the mafia, and I didn't write down the name of the episode, but, it was talking about a complex crime ring, which, my case also involves, with cops, going head to head with killers, the C-13 Drug Task Force, in New York, back in the 1980's, wanted to end the source of the drugs, flowing into the city because, taking out the small time traffickers and dealers, was just not making a dent in the amount of stuff sold on the streets, with another small time punk, just taking the place of the last, dealer, marking his corner or his turf, so they decided, they needed someone to go undercover, against the Columbian drug cartels, who were at odds with the Carlee cartel, and wanting to hook up with the American mafia, seeing they already had things wired, and under control, thinking they could learn from the pros.

But, the Columbians, were first into, cloned cell phones, HELLO!, like mine last few have been, especially, my last number, that I have used with at least my last, 4 cell phones, leaving the original, in Grand Junction,, to fool the police, who had chased me for 6 fucking hours the night before, leaving it, in Walmart, open 24 hours, so, I would be long gone before, they noticed that, it was my cell phone, they were tracking, not me, and then ditching my computer, on the bus, when some dude, assassin or fed, kept, bugging the shit out of me, asking me this and that, sitting near me, actually, he sat right on the computer, that had been compromised and shut down, by FBI surveillance low flying airplanes, the night before, that I was dumping, on the bus, going to Las Vegas, a detour from the normal, Denver route, where I was denied, meeting up with my son, ELLIOT, who was playing a gig, at some bar in Denver, with his new band, back then, The Ditch and the Delta, going back a bit, to real hard core, heavy metal, but, someone surely didn't want me, meeting Elliot, for back stage free entrance, as his mother, was, mommy Kay, aka, me, there, daddy, Brett, monitoring the tour?  Anyway, I was forced to miss the concert, last August, I recall, and go through Parowan, Utah, where my house is, and then to Las Vegas, to get to Salt Lake?  Are you kidding me . . . hits, and shits!  But, just recently, when I took off to Bozeman, on the lurch, again, out of the blue, and unexpectedly, I gave my phone, with the number, 406.218.1777, to an associate, former roommate from Kalispell, who probably, turned it right over to the, fraud broads, in fact, last night, this same chick, and her bow or husband, was wearing, a sparkly, PINK, perfectly fitting, new black, red, and bling, sweatshirt, Shannon, still at the Pov, she just happened to find it, and like all other snitches, the clothes fit perfect, that they find in the garbage can, or the street, or at the free clothing places, like yeah.

Some Mafia Tips, and Admonition to Undercover with the Mob, I Learned

• all undercover operations have to be orchestrated and carefully, monitored, and controlled, not only to protect the undercover, but, to create the sense of authenticity, to the deal
• start small first, go for the common business, of cloned cell phones, before, pushing, into the drug area, and going up the food chain to the mafia hierarchy, with these cell phones, the clone can get free service by riding on the service of the original owner, with the service they pay for . . . Shelley, I have had my messages, up to 5, that I want to get back to, all go missing, later on, or had them just disappear when I wanted to check them . . . alienation of parental affection, stop all communications, take away home, vehicle and monitor the phones and emails, that are all on constant surveillance, making Elliot and other kids, Greta, Nicole, Chris, all think, I abandoned them again, which, I never did the first time, but they were young and impressionable, with villains, who want to claim them as their own kids, so they can play, the dotting parents of superstars, for monetary and control reasons, rather than love, but, the mob had to stop, communications and love, between the real mother and the real kids, making it look, like this was just part of the personality of your mother, to be selfish, do her own, thing, rather than the truth, to save their lives, not wanting the mob, to kill them, a real fucking worry, while they had clone people for them too!
• never look over anxious, and too eager, that is a dead give away, that you are undercover cops
• the mob works under a strict, code of secrecy, HELLO! why do you think, you can't get anything out of them, and have to watch for signs and symbols, with former federal cops, training the super mob, talking without talking, or communicating!
• they never use their REAL NAME, they use, MINE, 10 women? good name, great reputation, perfect cover for illegal activity, mob shit, and criminal enterprises, take the name, cops fear, to keep them in check, and the one respected and connected with the United States Constitution, then be the GREAT ILLUSION, and slowly lead the people astray, down the primrose path, to fucking hell!
• the mob, will often use, counter-surveillance, to check to see if the undercover is for real, watching their moves, their clothes, and watching, their own people, interact with the cop, to see if they can rat out the undercover, mole or rat, and they will kill, someone they think, is interfering or giving the cops information, as a confidential informant, or a cop!
• the first step, once the subject is identified, or subjects, and is the target, open a god damned investigation!  You can't just willy, nelly, kind of watch these douche bags, you have to decide, see evidence of probable cause and then go for it, 100% committed to taking them down, like them or not!
• you have to be willing to go A to Z with this investigation, if you can't ride the bull the full eight seconds, don't get on the bull!  DEADLY!
• the undercover, in this case, was raised around mafia, he know how they looked, what wise guys acted like, the way they dressed, their lingo!  You have to get someone, who can appear to be an insider, someone, that fits in, and someone, who is smart . . . I was thinking the other day, about what traits, I would focus on, in picking a good FBI or CIA agents, so far above and beyond, weight, which, I have proven, is not an issue, because, I beat their asses, for YEARS!, but, (1) intellectual curiosity; (2) tenacity; and (3) creativity . . . these used to be the three elements, of recognizing a GIFTED PERSON! use that as a guide!
• the undercover, needs to have an knowledge of the inner workings of whatever, it is that you are, investigating . . . I keep seeing, on route, #12, bus, this church, called, At the Gates Church while the song, Knock, Knock, Knocking on Heavens Door, is playing, ironically . . . but, with this super mob, you need someone, like myself, who knows, not only government, but Mormon Church, stuff, because, there are dirty old and new, FBI and CIA agents, who are on the inner circles of this super mob, of Mormons, Mobsters, and Men in Black, or the feds, controlling and directing, the CRIMINAL ENTERPRISE, with the association, needed to be proven, that all activities go through, as the MORMON CHURCH!  With 70 to 90% of the intelligence community, being Mormon, through nepotism, affinity, and preference, for the moral standards, and language skills, we have a violation of the first amendment, separation of church and state, but some non-Mormon, is going to be at a lose, in undercover, or someone who doesn't understand the culture, in relation to the government, you will  miss everything!  The advantage I have, is I attended BYU law school, I was raised Mormon, I worked for the government, I understand the way it is suppose to work, the inner workings of both organizations, and I am intellectually curious about, spy work, crime, and mafia shit, so, look for someone with that combo, in breaking this,, and as an attorney, I always, always, remembered that the client, new the case best, had a grasp of the facts, and could, fill me in  on the details, and I used them, like I would a legal assistant, and kept them informed each step of the way!  I am adding to what I learned, obviously, with a slant toward solving my case . . . watch for infiltration, within, your cop organizations!  In the movie Mafia, allegedly the best, crime show, Matt Damon, clean cut, upstanding, was the dirty cop, on the inside of the investigation, keeping his mafia uncle, Jack Nicholson, informed of all cop sting ops!  Leo DeCaprio, on the other hand, with a tough, background, serving time, to make him more believable as an undercover, cops working on the inside of the mafia, with Jack, was the clean cop, watching all the dirty agents and cops, trying to keep, the man running the shop, Alex Baldwin, informed . . . for some reason, I could never find the movie to finish the ending, cut off, or had to leave, so? but it is based on true events!  Remember, that Jack, a mafia don, was also, protected, and an informant for the FBI, so messing stuff, for sure!
• the mob is sophisticated enough to do a full, background check on any person, cop or otherwise, so watch that aspect of it too!
• as criminals, putting them on a scale of sophisticated, to non-sophisticated, usually, mobsters, and mafia, rate right up there at the top of the intelligence food chain for the criminal element in society, often appearing, as upstanding members of communities and churches, donating to wings at the hospital and making large donations to universities, HELLO!  But, criminals, seem to have a 6th sense, that something, that I have for cops, after being chased and harassed for fucking, years, I can smell them, rat them out, and have a cop profile, having worked with them, knowing what makes them tick, and that is boobs!  LOL!  That is why Rachel, aka, me, is such a distraction for them, oh, the song, MONEY is on too, MONEY, its a game . . . that is another enticement, so obviously, Brett, and Kay have hit a note, as did my father and those wanting to take me down, poisoner her, tell her she is going to die, so she give up exercising, and eats everything in sight, depressed as shit, because, at my peak, even now, too many men, would pick me, over any of the fraud broads, and boobs, so it is dicey, and the psychopaths, are good reads, on men's weaknesses, and they will exploit those, as they HAVE!  HELLO!
• the Columbians, in this case, took a very low profile, approach, never to show off their money, they drove, beater cars, average clothes, and avoided, drawing attention to themselves, appearing to be just the guy or gal, next door!  Seeing Shelley, in the big ass SUV, Tahoe or Yukon, makes me believe that it is taking too long, to get rid of me, so, I was cramping their style, and they have decided to display some of the wealth, now!  My mother, who is very much in on this, I remember reading an article on Warren Buffet, what second, richest man in America, or the world, wrote the book, The Millionaire Next Door, he and his wife, have lived in the same house, for what 40 years, just a simple rambler, nothing to brag about, he looks like a worn out old, business man, and he is not giving his kids an inheritance, just because, they were born from the right womb!  LOL!  But, I would think, this was part of the cover, for the Southwicks, and the super mob, many mafia families will kill a member for showing off, their new found, stolen riches!  New wealth, doesn't need to show it off, but new wealth, are dying to show off, what they have, illegally or legally gained!
• when dealing with the mafia, and here is the part, I referred to yesterday, taking money always comes with strings, attached, and when the lender, or the giver, needs a favor, they will call it in, whether that is part of the deal or not! because, now you owe them, a favor, and you may not like the way it is expected or extracted from you!  People who are in debt to the mob, loan sharking, are under the control of the mob, and they are looking for a way to get out of debt to the gangsters, so they will do riskier and riskier, stuff, maybe even kill someone, to get the debt off their backs.  I remember, when my father, went into  business for himself, and he needed cash for his failing business, he bought, that way, the mob contacted him, and I was in junior high, and I remember, him saying, that it is nice to get the bail out, but, the payback is horrific! so, he, at that time, allegedly never partook, and passed on the offer; however, being the one, being the loaner, turning the table, being the giver, is not as risky, just get the money, stealing from your grandson, your daughter, and pretending the other daughters are the money maker, and there you have it, you get to be on the receiving end of having people serve you!
• just some helps and thoughts, bus is up and running soon, so gotta go do my chore, just incase, I want to stay at the Pov?  last night, the day before?  don't know?

THE HUNT

First of all, the cops are hunting down the wrong person, would I be helping you, if I were mob, or had the money?  HELLO, NO!  I am the injured party, you are chasing.  But, there was another, FBI FILES: THE HUNT, where two brothers, robbed a man, they had robbed two years earlier, but the man, turned them into the cops, and they both got jail time, so this was a revenge killing.  But, both dudes were, big time hunters, and they once, poached a deer, and slaughtered it, I in their bathtub.  A leg was pulled out of a lake by some fisher man, later, the lake was, raked, to find the other body parts, of this man, all cut up, dismembered and put in black plastic bags, just like, when they gutted and cut up the deer or elk, illegally, leading, cops to look at them, for obvious reasons.  But, while I was watching this episode, I thought, I was not killed, but I was dismembered, cut up and bagged, with part of my life, going to this sister, and my head, going to this sister, or dividing it, my arms, going here, and my legs, going here, until, I was completely gutted of all ID, and with my assets, from jobs, to kids, from cases and money, to blogs, redistributed, to mob wives, cop chicks, and they are all one in the same in this game.  But, in sign and symbol, leaving me for dead, dismembered, is very significant, analogical, comparison, of just what they did to me.  Kennedy, once suggested, I go work with the sheriff's department, and I said, I would be dismembered, gutted, and my bones, left up at the foot of Our Lady of the Mountains, as food for the coyotes, mountain lions and bears!  He just looked at me and didn't know what to say!

HAVE A GREAT SATURDAY!

Just a little something to think about!