CATSTAIL or CATS TELL
While we are on the subject of weight, one of the qualifications for being a CIA agents, is to be light on your feet, so you can, sneak around corners, unnoticed, climb up stairs, without getting winded, or making the floorboards, creak, so you, have to stay within the recommended weight for the average person, not obese or overweight, according to the new weight carts . . . now, I am not a member of the military, who does this too, cops do it, fat cats will be made dog catchers, the FBI and CIA, all look at weight, seeing that as a great, measure of discipline, control, and professionalism, so my question is, why in the fucking hell, have I beat the shit out of your skinny asses, time and time again, day after day, week after week, month after month, and now, year after year, ditching, ducking, running, hiding, escaping, fleeing and frying your asses, every time, like I did this weekend, going from Missoula, Montana, to Bozeman, Montana and back to Missoula, upsetting one sting op after another? Explain, that one to me, is it that, weight, has absolutely nothing to do with smart, with cunning, with strategic, intelligence, nor counter-intelligence, really has jack shit to do with about anything! I beat the unified police force this weekend, from CIA, Russian double agents, to FBI roommies, in room 12, Treasure State Hostel, to helicopter cops, sheriffs, local cops and about four undercover, narc cops, traveling with me, going back to Missoula, last night, via Jefferson Bus Lines! I told about, my first, day, and the Russian CIA dude, who did what ALL undercover agents do, they make the first and initial contact, because, if it were left up to me, there would be NO CONTACT! LOL! So, picking up where we left off, starting with Sunday night . . .
FIRST, VERIFIABLE DEBIT CARD RECEIPTS . . . I AM VERY STRATEGIC AND THOUGHTFUL, JUDICIOUS ON THEIR USE, NOT WANTING TO REVEAL WHERE I AM, WHILE PROVING WHERE I AM OR HAVE BEEN! NOW THAT TAKES BRAINS! NOT BOOBS!
- leaving Missoula, with one bus going south to Bozeman, and the shuttle, I normally take, going north, to Kalispell or Whitefish, decided I was going to change up on that, and stop in Polson, Montana, and gang out the Indian Rez Resort, the K'quintucket, or however you spell it, overlooking Flathead Lake, only going half way this time for my ZIP TRIP, then returning after a few days . . . now, one, might ask, why I have been doing this, all over the western United States? To put distance between me and my shadows, or doubles! God, you are so fucking stupid, I put dates, times, places, that coincide with my money card, ending in 8599, or that series, so you can verify, because, YOU, have the PRISM system access, as to my enemies, the cops, and cunt cops, bitches and bastards, and you are over CRIMINAL LAW CASES AND PROSECUTION, and I can only do, CIVIL LAW! This is getting old, after doing this for, going on 5 fucking YEARS! GOD DAMN IT! Get with it, this is YOUR JOB, DUMB ASSES! I would not have to get pissed, if you ass wipes, would do your fucking jobs! Put your cop hags under this type of pressure, relentless pursuit and the REAL QUEEN, will still be ME, fuck, they are hanging out, using MY MONEY, going to spas, expensive vacations, while I am sleeping it grass and dirt, behind, a US Bank, like I did Saturday night! FUCK, compare apples and apples, not apples and oranges! DIP SHITS! On the way down, to Bozeman, I paid the ticket with CASH! PROOF, NUMB CHUCKS . . .
- confirmation #: 9633021201
- fare paid: $69.00; tax: XX; fee: $2.50 . . . paid for in cash
- Bozeman/Belgrade, MT, arrival time: 3:30p 12Aug16
- black helicopter to greet me in the sky; unmarked cop car, young cop, stopped to pull the bus shack door closed . . . I asked him about the city buses, he didn't know the schedule . . . this is a critical part of me being able to ditch the cops' asses ALL the time, I have the lay of the land, in all major Montana cities, under memory, departure and arrival times, etc. Good to know!
- 2 other verifiable, purchases, made on my debit card, ending in 8599:
- Wild Joe's Coffeehouse, for about $4.50 with tip
- Treasure State Hostel, for roughly $31.50
- Broadway Store in Flying J, I think I made a purchase with card on purpose?
- all else except my return bus ticket, paid for with cash!
- Jefferson Lines, receipt and itinerary, Bozeman/Belgrade to Missoula:
- confirmation #: 9655291101
- fare paid: $52.00 . . . interesting, cover-up? OFFLINE TENANT BC?
- tax: XX OB/OB
- fee: NONE? $2.50 DOC #: my guess, ticket agent was contacted, told not to have online proof, that I left Bozeman/Belgrade! Interesting notations on this ticket that I have right in front of me! LOL!
- departure: 3:30p 08Aug16
- arrival: 7:30p 08Aug16 . . . I just realized, well, thought something was up, with the date I left, 12Aug16? . . . it is only, 9Aug16 NOW! so someone was fucking with the dates on my departure from Missoula to Bozeman/Belgrade too! Wrong date! Computer TROLLS . . . this is how they do it baby!
- I left Bozeman, on the 6:30 AM, Blueline, which was suppose to according to my Stream Line schedule to go straight to the MSU transfer center, where I was to pick up the GREENLINE, which would take me to the Belgrade bus stop!
- I got the sneaky suspicion, that my two roommates, were two undercover cops, feds of some sort, probably FBI or CIA, well traveled, and seemed particularly interested, in where I spent the night before, when, allegedly both of us, me and them, two dudes, who could not get into the hostel, the previous night
- they allegedly stayed at a campground, I think they said, within the city limits? KOA?
- why would they care, where I stayed the night before, and if I paid, and looked, puzzled, when I told them, just across the street, behind the US Bank . . . oh?
- this is what led me to believe, things were not as they appeared, just two dudes traveling through, to Beartooth Mountains, Yellowstone, and Glacier National Parks . . . one said, I never knew there were hostels, anywhere but, in Europe? Bingo, they read my blog, and learned of the Treasure State Hostel, from me writing about it . . . the little, 17 year old, Italian, foreign worker, was fun and friendly, the first night, but the second night, he acted like he had seen a ghost when he talked to me again, and he had, an older, female co-worker, agent, who, got pissed, when, I rang the front door that WAS LOCKED, at the time, I promised I would check in, shortly after 5:00 PM, having had the librarian, on the second floor, contact the hostel, telling this guy, that I would be a bit late, since I had just finished my blog, at the library, remember, I gave my computer away! This librarian, was thrilled, when I told her, that the reason this clerk at the hostel, spoke in a foreign language, was because he was from Italy . . . she knew some Italian, and wanted to talk to him, I told him to go visit her at the library!
- the thing about the door, is that, the hostel is left unlocked, UNTIL after 8:00 PM, so I was shocked, when the door was locked, after I called and told the hostel workers I was on my say, not to give up my room . . . LOCKED?
- I had to ring, and I pushed the door bell, vigorously, seeing that, this was not normal, and I thought . . . let the games begin as normal! She ACTED PISSED, and said, the door was not locked . . . FUCK IT WAS NOT! Mother fucking AGENT!
- this bitch was supervising everything, young Italian was doing, and he seemed, shaken in his confidence, with agent standing over his shoulder, probably telling him, that I was on the FBI most wanted list!
- I had only been in my room, single bed, that I took, with two beds, bunk, when two 30ish, mountaineer, looking dudes, both handsome, came in and introduced themselves . . . we talked, travels, parks, bears, and attacks . . . they went out to party, I took a shower, then went to bed, by 9:00 . . . I will tell the rest of the story! LOL!
- Sleepy Inn Motel, 1427 West Broadway-Missoula, MT 59802, (406)549.6484, Rm., 130
- $55.00 + $3.85 tax = $58.85 . . . I checked in, roughly 8:00 PM, debit!
- ordered Pizza Hut delivery . . . cash
5 GREAT ESCAPES FROM BOZEMAN TO MISSOULA!
Great Escape #1
Someone might, say, but JoAnn, you have no way of proving, that, this was a great escape or even planned at all? This is where circumstantial evidence comes into play, and cases are won on just this, connecting the dots, taking probabilities, and adding all the totality of the circumstances together, and making some conclusions, based on what, you can observe and verify, with other facts. Take within the contest of the whole 24 hours, yes, there was tons of evidence to prove this was a sting op, if not, a death trap!
- Sunday night bizarre behavior of staff, agents, and potential agents . . . when I first asked the pair of guys, if they had been to Yellowstone yet, they both said no, that they had only been to the Beartooth Mountains, I asked them, if they hiked them, NO, strange, look like the type to hike? Yellowstone? Not yet. With one in the room, I said, if you go to Yellowstone, make sure you get to see, Little Grand Canyon, because to me, the raging falls, and rugged terrain, is prettier than the geysers and the hot pots! He said, oh, yeah, I have been to the falls? I didn't say anything, but, I thought, on this trip, you were GOING to YELLOWSTONE, had not been their yet? Things were not adding up, but I didn't say anything . . . my brain is like a computer, noting, and collecting data on them, getting more and more suspicious with each minute. Me and some other resident professor type for the night, along with the dark haired bearded roommate, got into a discussion about politics, and this dude, the good looking, dumb type, like the FBI and CIA, like, all about image, no brains, could not contribute a thing . . . now, if this dude was there to verify, if I was the blogger, or the flight attendant, alleged twin, sister, he would have got that right off the bat, no questions asked, unless, you are trying to prove the opposite, relying on looks, rather than brains . . . which is a strong suit for me, and gives me away in one short conversation!
- I didn't know what time it was, but I was sure, that about the time I was ready to get up, waking out of sound sleep, a God Intel, thing, with me wondering what might be up, I heard, the clean shaven dude, stir and look at his phone to check the time . . . going on my data, sheet as strange, seeing, the bars, close at 2:00 AM, so I didn't hear the two come in, and I told them, I sleep like a rock, they could turn on the lights, bring in cops cars, lights and all, and I would not wake up, so I found, it bizarre that dude checked his clock, wondering why. I laid in bed, not really needing to go to the bathroom, but, wide awake, having gone to bed at 9 PM, I had about all the rest I needed, thinking, that, it must be getting time to get up, or this guy would not have checked his time? Then, I looked down at the phone, that was flashing on and off, like a warning, so, I got up, gathered up my shit and gear and crept, out of the room . . . 2:00 AM, SHIT! But, then, while I was going to the bathroom, ready to take a leisurely time putting on my make up, the toilet bowl brush and stand, fell over, which I took as a sign, to get the fuck out of the hostel! I am always, sadly mistaken and get out by the skin of my teeth, when I don't follow my promptings! I didn't go directly outside, because, I was not sure of the neighborhood, homeless, or scary dudes, that might be lurking, with the clubs just closing, so, I took a detour, and rather than going directly out the back door into the alley, I went up, the stairs to nowhere, which is where, I took an hour or so, before, sleeping at the US Bank the first night, probably where I ditched the two agents, on the first night too, leaving them to wonder where the fuck I disappeared to? Another warning, that this is a sting op! I noticed, that the second, I left the inside of the office at the hostel, pushed my key under the door and left, there was a car, older white bronco or something, almost directly at the back door, right as I would have left . . . SHIT! So, up the stairs I went, put on my make up, and sat, scratching my bug bitten back, my favorite pass time these days, seeing someone, dumped red hot Mexican jumping bean bugs, in my tramp camp! LOL!
- about 4:00 AM, I hear, some commotion, down in the hostel, below me! Then I heard, what sounded like a thud on the wall, like shit, the ghost is gone again! FUCK! That was my clue to get the fuck out of the building, which I did, promptly! I figured that, there was an early morning RAID planned for me, at the hostel, FBI sting op, arrest, disappear, in silence before anyone was awake! Another, abnormality, I noticed and appreciated, was, the lack of cops, in Bozeman, never saw a cop, no sheriff, or anything, once I left, Belgrade! I saw sheriffs and cops at the accident coming into Belgrade, the helicopter, and the guy, who shut the bus stop, shack door . . . even with a ton of tourists, and the Sweet Pea Festival going on, no cops? All things are symbolic, I call, Kay, one of her names, Sweet Pea, as in Sweet Pea, Sewer and Septic! LOL! Where the cops told that, Kay was coming to town? not JoAnn? maybe, and since they didn't get me at the start, maybe, the feds took over from that point on, and stopped all cop action, that might alarm me, and send me flying or escaping before, the feds could get the heat on me and whisk me, to some federal detention or death camp, first! But, the second, I escaped the hostel, I saw my first sheriff . . . I was sitting on the bench, right through the alley, because, I realized it was still only 4:15 AM, and the first bus, did not, leave for another 2 fucking hours! Oh, another verifying fact, I first went, up to the same, US Bank, close to the hostel, and took out, $300 cash, so I could disappear and not be traced by my money trail, unless I wanted to be traced! My mug, would be on the cameras, in the bank! I noticed, two workers, at the building next door, which I found, particularly strange at a strange hour, so I took the money and ran! With my face and card number, making a trail of my whereabouts I felt a bit more relaxed, but that was a false impression! But, that makes up, great escape #1.
Great Escape #2
- after seeing the sheriff, and thinking he might have seen me, just a half a block down, standing up, to leave, I decided to go to the bus station, which was on Black and Mendenhall, and lucky for me, I was on Black, and Mendenhall, was, a half a block, down, not several into the dark streets, like I feared. There is an Element Hotel, right across from the benches, for the Stream Line bus, on a one-way street, which I marked, so I could monitor traffic, to make sure, there was nothing strange! and there was!
- I went in to make sure, this was where the buses stopped, so I am probably on the surveillance cameras, on the new, modern looking, hotel, looking like a fish bowl, and the guy, at the desk told me, yeah, the station is right across the street, and the buses, come in the second lane, nearest the station, so I went and sat on the bench, freezing my ass off, thinking, why in the fuck, is it still cold, in AUGUST? Shit, but luckily, I had a blanket, I bought, at the Butte Bus station, on my travels escaping the cops, just a few weeks earlier, so I cuddled up in that, but I looked very homeless, at that time in the morning, and hoped, that, some asshole, would not call the cops on this freezing waif! LOL! No, the cops, all came in, DaySpring Hotel vans! I am looking about a half a block, across Black where I had just come from . . . sheriff tell the FBI or CIA, boyz, I was sitting on the bench? I am like shit! I looked across the street to the hotel, and noticed this small, in cropping, seeing, several dues get out of the vans, and as, some car, came towards me, I ditched in front of it, hoping it was blocking me, and ran for shelter on the other side . . . to my surprise, there was this passageway, just big enough for me, my blanket and backpack to slide through, about a half a block in length, between a auto repair shop wall and the hotel wall, leading to a secret parking lot, attached and fenced in with old cars, that looked like, to took so long to repair, the owners, gave up hope and just left them there! LOL! Country time, country repair? old timer's shop!
- all the sudden, trying to look in the shop windows, thinking I saw a clock on the wall, I noticed the two vans, creep around the corner, near me, as if someone told them, I was at the auto shop, so I ditched back behind the parked cars, and watched them, the watched, always watching the watchers! I wanted to note, that there is NO DaySpring Hotel, near! I find this is a trick, that the feds, use, taking service vehicles and acting like they are doing repairs, or whatever; however, these are the vans that take people to and from the airport! Like I don't know, most guests are not awake yet, nor are these vans, logos and all, not for anything but transporting hotel guests around! I swear, these fuckers, have thin = smart, fat = dumb, on their minds, so ingrained, that don't think any better than nimwits! NSA has the spell check off, I am at the law library blogging! NOTE THAT, IP NUMBERS, BEFORE THESE FUCKS SCAN MY WORK! INTO THEIR COMPUTER IP #'S! Originally, I see, two vans, or so I thought, down the street, and two went by, but, one followed, shortly thereafter, long enough wait for me to come back out, or cross the street . . . I noticed the two, doing a "U" turn, or so it seemed, facing back towards me . . . so I tripped back through the dead car graveyard, and slide back through the secret passageway, between the two buildings . . . I didn't go directly, back to the bus bench, I first slide in front of the hotel, sat between a bunch of motorcycles, where I could not be seen . . . I noticed the clock on, the pure barre lift, tone, and whatever, new fad in keeping fit, craz! it was still only 5:30 AM! Scream . . . freezing! I moved, over to the next bench, jealous of the young, fit, warm bodies in the small boutique swanky, work out place! All the sudden, some very angry and grumpy, looking older man, like what other kid of older men are there? LOL! They all hate everything and everyone, once they get older than, about 50! LOL! So, this man, looked, like he could have been the owner, whom the feds, called to wake up and go after me, in his junk yard, dog, yard! But, I was going the wrong way . . . I gave him a cheerful, good morning and he just growled at me! LOL! Yeah, I would say he lived, almost on sight!
- I crossed the street, sat down again, and to my pleasure and triumph, some asshole, in one of the involved, Dayspring vans, drove by me, pissed as shit, just like the old man! LOL! CIA knew I beat their asses, already TWICE, and it was BEFORE 6:00 AM! Thin my ass! This smart fat chick beats their asses every fucking TIME! LOL! and they KNOW IT! LOL! Change of shift in the work out girls, and it is about 6:15 AM, and some, sort of FBI or CIA, looking dude, shows up on his bike, and I ask him, if this is the Blueline, that takes me to the Greenline, that goes to Belgrade . . . he is not sure, because he is new too, or here a year. The Blueline shows up, and I ask the dude, a driver, I actually remember, from going to Bozeman, about 2 years ago, who was a new bus driver at that time, he told me, no, you can wait, for the Orange line, and that will take you directly to the MSU terminal then to Belgrade . . . I thought this one went there? I check all the lines, then rechecked them again, so something is up, AGAIN! I told him, I was too cold to wait for the Orange line, so, I got on, didn't care that we went to Target, and all over hell and back! So, this was curious, but, not if you look at the colors that symbolize, my God Intel, Orange is for smart, color of my carpet when my kids were young, rust, that is, We Rust, is the first CD of trophy rock star son, Elliot's, The Ditch and the Delta Band . . . where the CIA gets their dough to fuck with me, and try to take over the fucking world with a military coupe, like you see in third world countries, or even Turkey recently! CIA sister, Susan Shit or Schmidt, allegedly went on a Mormon mission, about two years ago, or more? It seems like I still had my truck, last time I saw them, when they first moved to Utah, St. George, and they left shortly after that, so, the fucking sheriffs, took my truck, June 7 or 8, 2012, so, I would say, it was after the 2012 elections, so they probably, left in 2012, to about 2014, because they came home for Thanksgiving one year, which is so, not MISSION STYLE? CIA, being me style, but . . . whatever, SUE IS NOT ME EITHER! OBVIOUSLY! Blue is the color for Mormons in my computer, God Intel book and Orange for me and mine! Love that my son, subconsciously, picking up the color scheme of the family, from my mind! Quantum physics! But, they may have wanted to speak without speaking and put me on the ORANGE LINE, or the SMART CHICK IS ON THE ORANGE, NOT THE BLUE LINE! That would be the truth!
Great Escape #3
- the bus driver, asked the dude on the bus with me, with no one else on board, where is construction site was? On Catstail Dr.? My ears, immediately perked up . . . CIA talking without talking, CATSTAIL or CIA TELL . . . I told him where I was going and why, back to Missoula! He looked like he would be friends with the two dudes, who were my roommates at the hostel! or better Treasure State HOSTILE! The black helicopter, was BACK in the BIG SKY skies! I had a friend once, who, when I first started coming back from the tomb, used to be a docent with me at the museum, Daughters of the Utah Pioneers, and we used to give kids tours, when school groups would come through, and then we would get lunch. I told her, that every time, I come out of the house, there is a black or cop, white and black, helicopter, in the sky . . . she said, no you are just being paranoid. So, she decided to conduct and experiment, meant to make me feel better, but when she marked, when the copter was in the air, she was ALWAYS WITH ME! and when she dropped me off, or was not with me, NO HELICOPTER! This is an interesting distinction to note:
- when I first got into town, the black helicopter was in the sky . . . how do you let all cops know, through out the city and county that, I am in town? Sure, send up a hel-i-cop-tear! sign! They all know and protect, the cop bitches who pretend to be me1
- right after I got to the bus terminal, I went in the Broadway Cafe' and had breakfast, paid for in cash, so no note on that! But after I got done, I went to the bus warming shack and wanted to get some shut-eye, since I had been up since, fucking 2:00 AM! and had a full day of cops and robbers, chasing me and I was cold and exhausted! I get three fucking visitors:
- a retired highway patrol man, from Alaska! Sarah Palin, or Rachel, aka, ME territory!
- a retired kiddy cop, from Boston! Kennedy territory!
- some Indian chick . . . she was, very courteous quick in and out, the two fuckers, old men, were assholes, and woke me up, and talked incessantly, bugging the living shit out of me, because, I was dead asleep!
- based on the logistics of the two assholes, men, I was in Kennedy/Rachel territory, and the cops were on board to help protect the BOOBS! the Bunny Ranch! LOL!
- Kay (Me) + Brett = Couple in Missoula (Shelley + Frank too)
- Shelley (Me) + Jack or John = Couple in the Flathead, Kalispell, Whitefish and Finley Lake or Lakeside!
- Rachel (Me) + James Kennedy = Couple in I would say, both Bozeman and Billings, just on the reactions and effort to cover-up my visits!
- easy way to tell if I am who I am . . . Mr. Boston, starts is rude, awakening, with, I bet i know, you are voting for Hillary. No doubt. Asked me a few questions on bus, etc., and interestingly, enough, he was going to Livingston to visit a daughter . . . favors for cops, buy a cop, rent a cop, dirty a cop . . . money is for nothing and the chicks for free, we make all this possible! Fun in Montana for all players and Ponzi schemers!
- Mr. Boston and Mr. Alaska, hit is off immediately, strange . . . I was going to watch, Mr. Boston's bags, while he went to get a beer, but after the two men talked, while I talked to the Indian chick about dirty cops, on the Rez and other places, Mr. Boston, would not leave his bags with me, when he decided to leave and get a beer? The Indian chick noticed, the change too? I said, I think he is undercover cop. I already knew the other dude was a cop! Now, I told Mr. Boston, that he should have taken the city or county bus to Livingston, free, and showed him, my bus schedule, which he seemed very interested in, looked all the way through it, and asked if he could keep it? Sure. Why, is he trying to put two and two together for cops, a different brand and flavor? Yeah, I didn't take the bus on Saturday, waited two fucking hours, to learn that it did not run, and then paid, $40 fucking dollars for a ride to town by taxi! I figured the two cops, who were very cold after, that first conversation, were up to something. Mr. Boston took his shit and left? Job done? After he left, I told the Indian, I needed to leave, because, I had been sitting too long in one spot and I started to notice bad shit, going on outside, like a big ass, FIRE RESCUE horse trailer? Cops and firefighters, work together . . . oh, and earlier, another, cop, in an unmarked, white vehicle, came, asked me if I was waiting for a bus? Yes, okay, enjoy your trip . . . the check and set up? The buses come through the truck stop, same time, every day!
- I ditched into the gas station part of the Broadway complex, gas, restaurant, and bar, switched my black hat, to my orange hat . . . worked, Mr. Boston and Mr. Alaska, walked right passed me! LOL! Mr. Boston, was looking straight at me! LOL!
- the ticket place opened at 1:00 PM, but the guy did a no show? Get her before, she purchases the ticket! So, I stayed in the gas station, until at least 2:30 PM, hoping the cops thought, I took a hike and did my normal disappearing act . . . by that time, I think the ticket agent, put the right time, didn't know it was me? Strange that the ticket agent I know in Missoula put the 12th, and this guy put the right time! On his computer, is said, This Machine Eats or Hates Hippies . . . ACLU, bad ass con law chicks, all seen as hippie attorneys from the 60's out of date and out of style? LOL!
- shortly after I purchased my ticket, I noticed, first, that the helicopter was back in the sky, gone for hours . . . signal I took off? because when, I came back with the orange hat on, rather than the black hat, Mr. Boston, couldn't look at me, pissed, looked furious, like, he blew the instructions, and he disappeared, soon to board the 3:30 PM bus to Livingston . . . I think, he originally was, going to leave, but had to finish the gig, when I took off!
- right after I got my ticket, 2:45 PM, the time, ticket master, said, was almost too late for today's bus, with I think seconds to spare, I took my ticket and no sooner did the first bus arrive . . . TWO SHERIFF'S SUV'S entered the Flying J too! Shit!
- as I recall the schedule posted on the doors, the bus going East to Livingston, is to leave at 3:30 PM, and I think the West bound bus, to Missoula is to leave at 4:10 PM, but, for some odd reason, they had both buses, scheduled back to back . . . remember, the Missoula trick, shuttle to Kalispell, bus to Bozeman, chasing Kalispell, while I am going to Bozeman . . . bait, switch and confuse, so that people if I disappeared could say, well, see, she did this in Missoula too, she went on the Livingston bus, not the Missoula bus, just like the games she played before! So, all were out waiting confused, is this my bus, or is mine the next one, so I put my shit out on the cement blocks, noting the sheriffs, the fire and rescue, and I alone, went in and waited, seeing if I could tell where the cops were.
- nobody saw me, back in the shack, new people, another fed looking dude . . . I think the ticket master, figured I left again, because he could not see me, after the first bus left . . . he saw my stuff, and when I popped out of the shed or shack, he acted shocked! LOL!
- the bus driver on this second bus, looked like a cop, big time, acted like one, feds, are trained in all kinds of things, and taken with all kinds of backgrounds, and he sure as shit didn't seem to know the routine, nor the warnings on alcohol and drugs, this and that and fucked up the message, joking about it . . . total cover up. A very cop like looking red-head, beefy, crew cut, black clothes, was boarding without a ticket . . . there would not have been time, once, I purchased my ticket, so no surprise just pay, in Butte, keep ID!
- there were at least 2 other guys with cops like looks, and all eyes were on me as I entered the bus!
Great Escape #4 and #5
- I have driven on this route, at least 4 or more times, I know the routines, and I know the guy driving rushed the trip, and he made a big deal about the 50 minute dinner break we could have, rest, get food, etc., normally, we have about, time to go to the bathroom, and grab a snack, or something, fast from the bus terminal food . . . heads up, sting op! i decided against getting off the bus! The three dudes would looked like cops, the red-head and the bearded guy, joined by this bald, very bad ass cop like dude, sitting right across the isle from me, all got off the bus, I used the bus bathroom, never exited the bus!
- another guy, who actually looked a lot like James Kennedy, guest of honor, and at the place I met Kennedy, having thrice seen, him, I believe, in California Bridge in Missoula, not sure it was him, now in Butte, perhaps they could fool me with this double? He got on the bus, when, I never got off, took the two seats in front of me, one for his service dog, and one for himself, with me thinking how rude, because the bus was crowded, I had to share and some fucking dog should not get a seat alone and should be sitting on his masters, face, rather than put a paying customer out, leaving us sitting in the lapse of fellow customers, in the crowded seats that everyone wants to themselves! But, as I reflect back on this, or did right after, it was the perfect set up for what I think happened, and that diminished and killed, the need for a great escape at all! or #5 LOL! Right after that, some young, country boy, came, and asked, dog dude, looking like a narcotics cop, with a German Shepherd, K-9 Unit dog, to move over, and sit with his dog, relieving me. This will come into play later, but I think, young cowboy dude, was most likely a young rookie cop! LOL! He told me he either wanted to be a cop or join the military . . . I told him to join the military! Then of course all my reasons for why working with dirty cops, was not the best route, and how not to compromise yourself, or your had, and if you are going to be a cop, be a good cop! ALL EARS WERE ON OUR, LENGTHY CONVERSATION with the young, cadet in the alleged, Missoula teen police academy, was not saying much, as if he was freaking out at what I was saying! LOL! Dog man, was on the edge of his seat, and dying, listening to every fucking word I was saying and cop dude now a seat back, looked sick to his stomach! Either because he realized, who he was told was not the real McCoy, was, and this chick, who had been kicking the shit out of cops for years, 23 to be exact, was sitting rows away and what I was saying, was making sense! LOL! We all took the SAME OATH! God Damn IT1
- back to leaving the Butte terminal . . . so, each time, I am thinking, is that a cop, he seems like a cop, or I feel like that is a cop, God sends a cop car down the street, and sometimes that is how I know if undercover is a sheriff's deputy or city cops, and sometimes, a car with two colors, those split cars, will go by, indicating to me, that this is a spy, or covert, or a double agent, or something like that . . . I am familiar enough to almost guess, but God will verify! But, the bus driver, took forever, to load, and do whatever, even going back, leaving, the terminal, going around the parking lot once we all reloaded, with the two cops dudes, red head, and bearded guy, actually, having their bags with them? Like they were suppose to get off, grab me and haul my ass away . . . they kept looking like what? Well, I never got off, and someone called and said to wait for someone, because they were late? NEVER, if your sorry ass is late, YOU ARE LEFT! PERIOD! You could be running from the terminal, and get left! I have seen it! almost been there myself, so again, out of the ordinary . . . I guess they thought, perhaps, I would need to go again, or feel safe, or something, but, I never got off, even thought, the two smoking cops did! LOL! The bag thing was the total give away, people always leave their bags on the bus to reserve their seat from new passengers, and all the cop dudes, got off the bus, including, the dog cop, leaving his mutt in the bus! LOL!
- by the time, I had told horror story after horror story, either the cops were on my side, or they were so embarrassed at their fellow Utah and Montana officers, taking houses, blowing up my car, almost causing my death in my truck, that, I could tell, nothing was going down at the final destination! LOL!
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