TASTY MONEY. CAN'T STOP, WON'T STOP GROOVING! TRUMP RALLY, "JOANNE BRUNO," PLAYING ON MY NAME AND FOCUS, AMERICA, WAS INTERVIEWED, BY MSNBC, AT THE TRUMP RALLY, IN FLORIDA, WEARING A FLAG SHIRT--THIS IS THE TYPE OF STUFF, THAT, BUGS ME, BUT, THE GOP HAS USED MY NAME, MY CONSTITUTIONAL CONNECTIONS, BACKGROUND, TO APPEAL TO REPUBLICAN VOTERS, THROUGH MY NAME! I WAS SHOCKED, THAT DURING THE RNC, I HAD LIKE 3 OR 4 TIMES, REPUBLICANS, READING MY BLOG, PROBABLY MARKETING A DOUBLE AS ME, OVER DNC . . . AT FIRST, I THOUGHT, WELL, I AM A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, AND THAT IS A COMPROMISE, AN IDEAL, A MIDDLE GROUND, WHERE 95% OF THE AMERICAN PUBLIC STANDS, SOME A BIT TO THE RIGHT OR A BIT TO THE LEFT, OF CENTER! SO, MY WRITINGS, AT ANY GIVEN TIME, WILL REFLECT, BOTH DEMOCRATIC AND REPUBLICAN IDEALS, BECAUSE THE CONSTITUTION IS THE "COMMON GROUND" THAT CAN SELL THIS OR THAT, TO ANYONE! SO, USING MY NAME, CLAIMING MY BLOG, NOT ONLY BENEFITS, EITHER SIDE, BUT, SINCE I AM ENDORSING, HILLARY CLINTON, OVER DONALD TRUMP, WITH THE MORMON, REPUBLICAN NSA, RUN BY MORMONS, AND THE REPUBLICAN MORMON FBI AND CIA, THEY HAVE THE "ACCESS" AND THE "POWER" TO TAKE MY VERY BALANCED AND WELL THOUGHT OUT POSITIONS, SCAN MY BLOGS, AND SIMPLY, SUBSTITUTE, HILLARY CLINTON'S NAME WITH DONALD TRUMP'S NAME, THEN HAVE 6 ME SURROGATES, RUNNING AROUND THE COUNTRY, SAYING THEY ARE ME, AND FOR TRUMP--THAT COULD EXPLAIN, WHY, HE IS DOING AS WELL AS HE IS, SINCE HE FUCKS UP DAILY! THIS IS FRAUD, DECEIT, MISREPRESENTATION, MALICIOUS SUBSTITUTION, AND TOTAL LIES, IN REPLACING WHAT I WRITE, WITH, A PERVERTED PRESENTATION OF MY SPEECHES, THEY PROBABLY TAKE THE SWEAR WORDS OUT FOR THE REPUBLICANS, AND THEN, HAVE ANOTHER FEW, SUBSTITUTES, USING MY NAME ON THE OTHER SIDE WITH HILLARY! LIKE THE WORLD BANKERS, THEY SUPPORT BOTH SIDES OF THE WAR--THESE GUYS USE THEIR LIES, TO TAKE MY "PURPLE" CONSTITUTIONAL POSITIONS AND ARGUMENTS THAT COULD GO ON THIS SIDE OR THAT--AND THEY ARE ATTRIBUTING THEM TO THE GOP GALS! NOT ONLY DO I NOT APPRECIATE IT, IF PISSES THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME! I DON'T KEEP MY NAME GOOD, FOR FUCKERS TO STEAL IT, AND THEN TRY TO KILL ME, SO THEY CAN HAVE FREE REIGN, OF MY "EASY VIRTUE" AND "BRAND NAME RECOGNITION!" JUST TODAY, TRUMP, HAS BEEN STUPID ENOUGH TO CREATE, MORE CONTROVERSY, WITH SEVERAL MORE ARGUMENTS AND ASSUMPTIONS, THAT SHOW A LACK OF JUDGEMENT AND TEMPERAMENT, TO BE PRESIDENT, AND MORE REASONS, NOT TO VOTE FOR HIM: (1) HE CONTINUES TO FIGHT WITH THE KHANS; (2) HIS SECOND IN COMMAND, GOVERNOR MIKE PENCE, IS THE ADULT ON THE TICKET, GOOD COP, BAD COP, AND TRUMP IS THE NOMINEE, NOT PENCE, WHO IS DOING ALL THE REPUBLICAN THINGS, LIKE ENDORSING RYAN, AND TAKING MORE A MIDDLE STANCE! (3) TRUMP IS ALREADY TWEETING WITHOUT GETTING THE FACTS, BLAMING, HILLARY, ON THE $400 MILLION, THAT HE ALLEGEDLY TWEETS, WAS A RANSOM FOR FOUR AMERICANS, WHEN THE U.S. POSITION, IS NO PAYMENT OF RANSOMS, ON HILLARY, WHO WAS 18 MONTHS OUT OF OFFICE BEFORE THE $400 MILLION, THAT HAS BEEN SITTING IN A TRUST FUND, PAID FOR BY IRAN, BACK WHEN THE "SHAW OF IRAN" WAS IN POWER, THAT WAS PAID FOR MILITARY WEAPONS, THEY "NEVER" GOT! WHEN THE OBAMA ADMINISTRATION, THROUGH SEC. OF STATE, JOHN KERRY, AND EARLIER WITH FORMER SEC. OF STATE, HILLARY CLINTON, WHO ALSO HELPED, WARM THE RELATIONS WITH IRAN, SO THAT, THE MONEY WAS RELEASED BY THE TRUST, AND IRAN THREW THE FOUR AMERICANS IN WITH THE DEAL! --BARBARA BOXER (D. CA.); TRUMP BAITED AND ANSWERING WITH A TWEET, THAT HE WILL HAVE TO RETRACT, WHEN CALMER AND COOLER MINDS PREVAIL, AND TELL HIM, THE ERROR OF JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS, BEFORE KNOWING THE FACTS, LEADING ME TO THE NEXT ISSUE AND REASON TO VOTE AGAINST TRUMP; (4) FORMER DIRECTOR OF THE CIA AND NSA, DIRECTOR HAYDEN, SAID, THAT WHEN TRUMP MET A FEW MONTHS AGO, WITH SECURITY ADVISERS, WHOM HE IS "NO LONGER" LISTENING TO, SAID THAT WITHIN, A ONE HOUR MEETING, TRUMP ASKED FUCKING "THREE" TIMES, ABOUT USING NUCLEAR BOMBS, WHAT IS WRONG WITH USING THEM, WHEN WE HAVE THEM--LIKE, TRUMP DOESN'T REALIZE THAT DECADES OF DEALS, AGREEMENTS, TREATIES AND RULES OF ENGAGEMENT, HAVE DICTATED AND BALANCED WORLD POWERS, TO NEUTRALIZING NUKES . . . NOW, LOOK AT THIS SAME MENTALITY, TRUMP EXHIBITS, ON, "WATERBOARDING" WHEN HE SAYS, CONTRARY TO AMERICAN WAR POLICIES, AGREEMENTS, THE GENIEVA CONVENTION, OPINIONS OF THE JOINT CHIEF OF STAFF, WHO ALL KNOW THAT "WATERBOARDING" DOESN'T WORK, AND WE HAVE AGREED NOT TO USE TORTURE ON POW'S! HE ARGUES THAT ISIS, CAN CUT OUR HEADS OFF, BUT WE CAN'T WATERBOARD, ACTING LIKE A SPOILED KID, WHO CAN'T UNDERSTAND, THE COMPLEXITIES OF THE EFFECTS OF WAR, ON OUR OWN MEN, AND THE NIGHTMARISH RAMIFICATIONS OF EVEN BEING THE PERPETRATOR OF SUCH, IN HUMANE ATROCITIES! IF WE DON'T LEARN FROM HISTORY, WE WILL FOREVER REMAIN A CHILD! TRUMP IS A MAN-CHILD, WHO IS USED TO GETTING HIS OWN WAYS. HEYDEN, SAID, THAT THE WAR ROOM MACHINE, IS MADE FOR FAST REACTIONS TO THE COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF'S COMMANDS, IN USING, NUCLEAR WEAPONS, OR ANYTHING DEALING WITH WAR, FOREIGN RELATIONS AND OTHER "WORLD POWERS!" SO, THERE IS NOT MUCH TIME, BETWEEN THE CALL AND THE ACTION, OF USING WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION, THAT, MAY BE USED TO RETALIATE AGAINST US! ALL WE NEED IS TWO, NUKE CRAZY, KIM JUNG UN'S, AND TWO STRONG MEN, PUTINS, AND WE COULD END UP IN WWIII! SAFETY MOMS, BETTER THINK, WHO IS MORE ABLE TO CONTROL TEMPERS, AND HAS THE "RIGHT" TEMPERAMENT, TO HAVE THEIR FINGER ON THE RED BUTTON! (5) REP. KAREN BASS, IS CALLING FOR A PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION OF DONALD TRUMP, WHO IS A CLASSIC, CASE OF "NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER" WITH EVERY CATEGORY OR ELEMENT OF A "NARCISSIST" IS CHECKED OFF! SURE ELECTED OFFICIALS HAVE LARGE EGOS, AND EXEMPLIFY, SOME OF THE TRAITS, BUT TRUMP HAS ALL OF THEM! I SAID THIS, 6 MONTHS OR MORE AGO! CALLED THAT ONE! OF COURSE, THE NARCISSISTS IN WASHINGTON, D.C., WILL TAKE OR HAVE TAKEN CREDIT FOR MY WORK ON "NARCISSISM" WITH ME LISTING ALL THE CONNECTIONS AND TRAITS THAT MAKE TRUMP FIT ALL THOSE CHARACTERISTICS! NARCISSISTS LOVE TO TAKE CREDIT FOR THE WORK OF OTHERS! (6) MANY PEOPLE OR LEADERS IN THE REPUBLICAN PARTY, ARE CONSIDERING INTERVENING IN THE TRUMP CANDIDACY, TO STOP, HIM, CONTROL HIM, OR PRESERVE THE PARTY! THIS IS JUST SHIT THAT PRIMARILY, CAME THIS WEEK! THIS IS ONE SCARY DUDE, VOTE SAFE! BE CONSISTENT, REPUBLICANS, YOU WILL GIVE AWAY ALL OUR RIGHTS, FOR THE PATRIOT ACT AND NATIONAL SAFETY, THEN YOU VOTE FOR A TRUMP? (6) NEW YORK, POLICE COMMISSIONER, BRATTON, DISAGREES WITH DONALD TRUMP, ON THE CRIME CONDITIONS ON THE STREETS OF AMERICA, HE WORRIES THAT HE IS NOT FIT TO BE PRESIDENT, AND HE WILL NOT ENDORSE TRUMP! BRATTON HAS BEEN A TOP COP, ON LIKE 4 OF THE LARGEST CITIES IN AMERICA! HE DOES NOT SEE TRUMP AS THE "LAW & ORDER" CANDIDATE! TEMPERAMENT, TEMPER, TWEETING! NOT FIT TO BE OVER THE "EXECUTIVE BRANCH" OF THE GOVERNMENT, WHERE, THAT BRANCH IS TO ENFORCE THE LAWS THAT THE CONGRESS AND THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, USE TO RUN THE BUSINESS OF THE COUNTRY! THINK! SOME OTHER ISSUES . . .

GOP ENEMIES, USING MY NAME, CREDENTIALS, HAVE DONE EVERYTHING: 

From Extended Family Members, Mo Church, the Intelligence or Counter-Intelligence Community, Loaded with Mormon Republicans, Money Grubbers, Image Oriented, Gold Diggers, Have Done, Far Too Many, Ways, to Neutralize Me, From Poisoning, to Arresting and Incarcerating Me, to Tracking, Chasing, Intimidating, Harassing and Stalking Me, Eavesdropping, Surveilling, Intercepting Texts, Phone Calls, and Messages, Stealing Real, Personal, and Intellectual Property, to "Alienation of Affection" through Lies, to My Children, to Putting "Red Hot, Mexican Jumping Beans" for Lack of a Better Term, in My Tramp Camp Bed, to Having My Tramp Camp, Towed Away!  When the Vehicle Was on the Streets for a Year and a Half!

RED HOT MEXICAN JUMPING BEANS!  TOPICAL POISON?

Believe me, not Trump, I am under 24/7 surveillance; therefore, my enemies and those chicks, who are to pretend to be ME, so they know, every little thing I do, say, who I talk to, and where I go, so they can, take credit, shadow me, and ride piggy back, going from observing, to blobbing on my back, to taking over, all I do, to pushing me to the side, so they can use me, abuse me, and be ME!  But, about two months ago, I said, in my blog, that my skin, was, like, the Velvet Bride, the name of a local wedding shop, I think, up by Jimmy Johns Sandwiches, because, I am not a sun bunny, never have been, never will be, protect my skin the best I can, as I always have, with my skin, claim to fame, being as soft as a baby's butt!  I swear, the second, I mention, something that would distinguish me from my doubles, the enemy armies, attack that particular, thing that would create an identifying characteristic to be identified by, that, element or separating, thing, tangible or intangible, is then, attacked to discredit me, as MYSELF, for God SAKE!  As was the case, within in a day, I swear.  Now, the local cops had a very hard time, even following me, until I ditched them, identifying where I had my "tramp camp" but the feds, did not, have a hard time, due to access to surveillance tools, plus, knowing damned well, that the gals, who claim to be me, are in , fact, sisters and former friends! and they are FOR, these women and will work and do ANYTHING to defeat me, terrify me, and take from me that which, might help someone, even identifying a body of evidence, that says, I am exactly who and what I am, like my baby soft skin!

Since that day, or the day after, I have been itching, non-stop! to the point of going crazy!  I remember, for some reason, something from my youth, something I saw on TV or heard, about, putting things, in close proximity, to the human skin, and whatever, the agent is, then gets into your skin and makes you scratch, claw, dig, and pick, at was, once a smooth, soft, subtle, boy covering, our largest, organ or tissue, being very different from someone, say, like, Rachel, the TAN me, who is the 80's tanning bed queen, who has had a tan, in the summer since high school, and who, is probably tan now . . . I am white, and have a farmer's tan, only on my airms and somewhat on my face, but that is as far as it goes!  I stopped sun tanning and laying out, or even being in the sun, long enough to get a sun burn, because, one time in 7th grade, I thought I could get a tan, in one day, and I laid out in my backyard, under the sprinklers, without sun screen, and only on one side!  I was purple, I was so burned, so much in pain, that I could not, even touch my skin with a sheet, so badly burned that my father was furious, and I promised my Heavenly Father, that I would read the Bible, if he would save my life!  I had blisters all over the front of my body, and if you look at my arms or legs, I still have small, discoloration of my skin, where I had those blisters!  I had a blister on my upper chest, that was the size of a small pancake, and it was filled with fluid, and raised, almost a fourth of an inch off my skin, covered with crusty, light brown skin, that peeled horribly, when, the blister, finally broke!

Did I Get Exposed To Some Mite That Somehow, Originates From Inside My Body, Comes Out, the Size of a Needle, Sharp, Some Black and Some White, as Small as Grains of Salt and Pepper, but That Bites My Skin, As It Surfaces!

I remember, growing up, hearing Mormon missionaries, returning with tales of strange, bugs, insects, worms, that they were inflicted with, on their missions throughout the world!  This just strikes me as something ot of Bolivia, or somewhere, in the Latin American countries, something we don't have here in Northern America, but that say, a CIA agent, who served a mission in that country, would be well aware of the dangers and the symptoms of this or that, mite or externally exposed, yet, growing from the inside out, a covert op, to change the nature of my skin, which it has, not to mention being torture, for at least two months now, with, like little hard, scab-like, heads, that bite as they surface, then die, turning hard, like a scab?  I felt, several sharp, bites or stings, that, I get, that seem to come, from somewhere in my body, not from the outside, yet, finding, small bites and raised bumps, that are indicative of a bug bite!  I will feel the surface of my skin, one second and all is smooth, then, a sharp sting, and I find, some, microscopic sliver, looking thing, on what was just smooth!  I feel, like I have been itching and scratching NON-STOP, this whole time!  Just when I feel, like I have cleared everything on my skin up, all the sudden, I feel, several sharp stings, and suddenly, there are like, these hard, scabish, heads, the size of a needle, that feel almost like a needle sticking me, not too painful, but, painful, just the same, on a regular basis!  I have felt bedbugs, at the old Pov., dirty, bug infested, and a breeding ground for mites, of any kind, with, me, doing, just the wrong thing, putting lotion on me, when some chick, told me the doctor, gave her some topical lotion, that was suppose to  protect her from bedbugs, so, I decided, I have lotion, hate doing to doctors, especially after being their general counsel! LOL!  The lotion I used, only ATTRACTED the bedbugs to me!

I did something, that both helped and hurt my skin . . . I was so itchy, again, self-treating and diagnosing my skin aliments like I did with psoriasis, reading a home medical book, being more accurate and diagnosing my own, skin disorder, faster than the docs, who I caught, three docs, looking in a huge ass medical book, puzzled as to what I had, having to do a biopsy, and not knowing how to treat it, sending me to a dermatologist!  But, I did this, more to stop the itching and scratching, by, actually scalding my skin, along my shoulders, and on the top of my ass!  That seems to have localized and stopped, the bugs to just that spot, for some reason!  I am pretty good, at, guessing what I have, and being lucky enough, to accidentally, hitting something that actually, saves me, like Diet Coke and Pick's Disease, if I was not poisoned, then, I was th only person, to not die from this disease in history!  Why do I think the CIA, did this to me?  Because, one night, while local cops of all flavors, were chasing me, hiding to do sting ops, following me, driving, in mass, passed where, they thought I was, someone, got into the white Suburban, ironically, looks just like the one Rachel and Chris Hickey had, parked on the side of the road, across from Fresh Market, a half block from the Pov. so perfect location, and free, since, I cannot get an apartment, due to, prying ears, blocking or changing, messages and locations of apartments I call on, or changing landlords or their opinions, of giving me a room, or apartment, being privy to all communications, about jobs, or living arrangements!  The symbolism, almost suggests that I have been swallowed up, in Rachel, who is bigger than me, size and height way!  

But, and I wrote about this, someone, got into the vehicle, when I left a Pov., black, ball cap, that disappeared for three days, and now that I think of it, the red hot Mexican jumping beans, may have been placed in that hat, and when I put it on my head, the bugs or whatever dropped down my shirt, and would have been in topical contact with those particular areas, of my skin, that seem to be most effected!  The cap, later showed up back in the vehicle, but in a different place then I put it, and also, a new box of Irish Spring soap, also showed up without any reason, symbolic of Elliot, my red-headed, Irish looking son!  Everything is symbolic, these fuckers, know exactly who I am, because, the chicks are working with and for them, CIA, that is! in this unified cop force, FBI too!  I wrote, that between the scalding and the bites, my skin, started to feel like alligator skin!  But, it hurts so good, I love the feeling of the bite, the itch, and taking the ends of my reading glasses, and lightly tickling my back, upper shoulders and upper butt, where the bits and bumps are, so black and white, sweet and sour, pleasure and pain, weird combo!  Whatever . . . appears, purposefully, like I was exposed to some bizarre mite!  Foreign, probably, maybe the reason, it took three days, to return my cap?  I just heard, the name, Meg Whitman, constitutional girl, Meggie Schmidt, also, an attorney, and considering herself a con law attorney, whatever, may have been let into UNLV law school, specifically, to train to replace me as an attorney, vengeance for her jealous mother, Sue, who wanted to go to law school, then I did, her sharpest rival!  White is one of my symbolic colors, for the enemies, and green or orange, are the colors for ny family and kids!  Smart and fresh!

Sliver Coming Out of My Pants . . . I Was Wondering If Someone Purposefully Gave Me this Abnormality of Skin?  Right Then, I Ran My Hand Over My Pants, and a Small, Wooden Sliver, Was Sticking Out of My Pants, Like God, Saying, Yeah, Those Bites Are Coming From Inside You! Like the Sliver is Sticking Out of Your Pants!

The local cops, never knew for sure, knew, for sure, where I was staying--although, I believe they thought I was exactly where I was, because, no one, ever saw me, go in or out of the SUV, never!  Even the final, night, knowing, that, the cops or surrogates were getting closer and closer, but still had not actually seen me, which they would need to prove, any guilt of the laws, they allegedly thought or wanted to charge me with, but, could not have proven beyond a reasonable doubt!  Finally, I basically, in a round about way, almost, pin pointed, right to where I was, describing, the sting ops and agents, by saying they were here or there, making it almost obvious, that I was the close vicinity of the Fresh Market, making a comfy, warm place to stay.  Although, the vehicle was trashed, looked like a dump, had shit all over it, people had eaten in it . . . all I did was bring several blankets and a pillow, left a few wads of toilet paper in the pocket behind the passenger seat, and also, a copy of the Gideon Bible, also in the pocket, that is too heavy to carry around and I have read the whole thing, or checked off the list.

The cops, came by, and marked the vehicle to be picked up, a week after, I kind of told the cops where I had been, they came by and marked the window, leaving notices, and a date, of V3 on the front and the back of the windows, orange sticker on the side . . . now, you tell me, how would anyone, not being me, know, every detail, like having a tire, inside, someone brought a tent, or lawn chair, and a green backpack, along with some other shit, while I was in  Whitefish or Butte!  There was barely, enough room, to get in, turn around and lay down, but better, safer than being outside!  I did, however, have a scare the final night . . . I woke up about, 12:30 AM, sat up and scratched my back, with my glasses, watched cops, cruise by now and again, before, there were tons of them, parking in the Fresh Market parking, or having stake outs, every night was a challenge to get home, so to say, without cops, found me . . . the final night, as I walked passed the hospital, after rats, ratted that I left the Break, or somewhere, going toward the Hospital, I said, that I knew the cops, convened for reports back at the cop shop, at 11:00 PM, or so it seemed, from my observations, and lack of cops on the streets, during that time, so the final night, I noticed, a sheriff's truck, in the open, ambulance garage, where, I am sure, it rarely is, or it is not the job of the sheriff to patrol, the private property of the Catholic Hospital, so an abnormality and looked like, the feds, or someone, planned a sting op, but, I got out faster and didn't make my normal stops, so I saw the sting, highway patrol, sheriff, security guard, and two cops, or one cops car!  

But, I got home, with one close call! a big ass, black, SUV, Chevy, pulled into the alley way where I was going to walk, to cut, closer to the vehicle, without being detected by cops, but for some reason, walking for a while with no cop activity, which was nice . . . decided, not to wait a block to go into the alley as planned, and just about the time, I hit the alley across the street from where I was going to go, all the sudden had a big black, secret service type, presidential, motorcade looking vehicle, went into the alley, seconds before me . . . I stopped, watched, to see if, my gut was wrong, and see if it pulled into a back parking area?  NO, it was looking for, me!  But, that was not going to be my only scare of the night . . . 

A Terrifying 5 Minutes!

So, going back to scratching my back, for some reason, not tired, I thought, I better lay down, had several close calls with walkers, stalkers and stake outs, I decided that I better, lay down, and pull my black and gray, blanket over me, so, when someone looked through the darkened windows, it would look, like, nobody was in the back, laying down! at least when I was on my stomach, which is rare . . . long time aversion to ever laying on my stomach, making it more rare, that I was in the perfect position, for the scare, due to pregnancies, so surprising that it has been more than 33 years, since, needing to stay off my stomach, but, I had actually, turned on my side, then later, turn back onto my stomach, and had just pulled the  blanket over my head, to cover my head and hair!  No sooner had I done this, and all the sudden out of NOWHERE, about 2:00 AM, all the sudden someone was trying to open the locked door!  I thought, this is either the cops, or it is the person who left their shit and is coming to get it, since the towing and impound date were coming . . . I never read the notice, just, already knew, that there was probably a 7 day, notice of being considered an abandoned vehicle, as the law states in Utah, most states are pretty similar on these things, so I was, expecting that, it would be my last night, and I even thought, this was a Venus Fly Trap situation, making me think that I would have until the 3rd, but they would come the night of the 1st, finding me in the vehicle, and who knows, if I could argue my way out of it, even if IT IS THE LAW!  I know the courts!

All of the sudden, like I said, some one, tried to open the door, shit!  When they tried, several times, shaking it as if it was stuck, then, pissed, they started to kick the tires, and like scratch the SUV, is sounded like with keys, then, full blown, pushing the Suburban, like they were either trying to turn the vehicle on its side, or to rock me enough, under the blanket, to either wake me, or scare me into looking to see what was going on, but I had pre-considered, what ai would do, if that happened, just play dead, don't answer, shit, I could be murdered right there on the spot! so playing dead it was!  Whomever it was, or they were, I could not quite tell, was furious, pissed, and even when they left, I was not sure, what I should do, so I stayed under the blanket, and fell back asleep, amazingly enough, because, I thought, they might stay and wait, until I got up to see what happened.  Now, from what I heard, it could have been cops, who now, knew I was in the truck, or the people who left the stuff, or the owner, who no longer had keys, or needed to just get something out, but,  I would imagine, that the owner, who probably long abandoned the mess and probably broken down SUV, had long gone, with anyone, who checked the door, which I did, a year or so ago, that is how, I know, that long ago, that was parked there, and long, abandoned, with NO ACTION, until they knew I was there!

SAVED BY A DREAM!

This is the timeline, as I recall . . . I woke at 12:30 AM, needed to go to the bathroom, stayed awake, until, about 2:00 AM, went back asleep, and due to being chased every fucking night for about a week or two since getting back from Butte, after being in Whitefish, giving plenty of time for cops to tow the vehicle, while I was gone with the door behind the passenger seat, unlocked all day! every day!  I laid there after the scar, and wondered how close I was to someone, breaking the window or if cops, opening the door, but, I wondered if the strange sound, that I thought, must have been a keying of the truck, could have easily been, the tool, cops use to break into a vehicle?  But, I laid there for about a  half hour to 45 minutes, until right before, 3:00 AM.  So, I was tired, shocked that I woke up at 12:30 AM, and after the scare wondered, if I should get out while I could, knowing my nights were numbered, but opting ot go to sleep for a few more hours, always up by about 5:00 AM, when the sun starts to come up!  So, when this dream brought me to consciousness, through repetition, and grief, in the dream, where I was suppose to be the narrator, of a play, that I never knew about, didn't even know what play, and I could not find the text of the play, so I was stressed out!  That, is symbolic, in and of itself, acting or narrating a play, I am unaware of!  But, I had the dream, got upset, woke up, went back to sleep, had the same fucking dream, that pissed me off, and decided, that while it was ONLY 3:30 AM, so getting less than 45 minutes of sleep, only getting 4 to 5 hours, if that, and then the scare, but, I got up, and got the fuck out, only to run into a drunk Indian, who almost was right on me, as I got out of the vehicle!  I thought she might be a spy, but she asked me where she was? 

Indian chick, tried to follow me, until I told her not to!  Not, long after leaving her, another dude, pops out of the Pov, parking, wondering if this was a relay, member of the cops crew, Shelley's Mo militia, feeling eyes on me everywhere, etc.  What makes me believe the cops, came and rocked the truck, trying to see if I was in it, being pissed, kicking the tires and truck, because I would not move!  But, in less that 2 hours, after sleeping and dreaming, someone, came to the SUV, in no more them, that it took me to walk from the truck, passed the Pov. and across the street to the bus shelter, I heard, what sounded like male voices, yelling, NOOOOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOO!  Like, after 4 years of chase, tracking and harassment, up to 4 sting ops per day, and now with the feds, not doing much better, than local cops, they realized, they had me, and I got away, and they were yelling, in a yell, that seemed to fill the whole fucking valley!  NO, NO!!!!! Years of work, but while frustrating for cops, endless relentless pursuit for years!  Poetic Justice!  I get away!  INDIGNATION!  So, I sat and smiled, feeling, glad, I got up, at 3:30 AM, with at least an hour and a half, before I needed to be up for anything!  Pretty fucking scary to think what might have, or could have happened, if I had gotten up, freaked out, or had they broken a window!!!!!  

SAVED BY A FRUSTRATING DREAM, SO BAD, THAT WAKING UP, TIRED, WAS PREFERABLE!  MY GOD IS AN AWESOME GOD, AND BEFORE I WENT TO BED, I SILENTLY SAID, WAKE ME UP, IF I NEED TO LEAVE!  HE DID!  CREATIVE, BUT IT WORKED . . . HE KNOWS US, KNOWS HOW OUR MINDS WORK!!!!!  I HAVE FOLLOWED MY DREAMS, BEST I CAN, SINCE I WAS 17 AND GOT A BLESSING THAT SAID, THE HOLY GHOST WILL DIRECT YOU THROUGH DREAMS, IN THE PATHS YOU SHOULD TAKE!  I GOT UP TO GET OUT OF THE DREAM!

Gotta Love God . . . Bill Maher, Comedian, In New Rules, Had a Bottle of Water, With "Jesus" Label on it, and, He Said, Stop Trying to Give Us, Jesus Water . . . He is Truly the Water of LIFE!  Saves Mine, Every Day!

LOVE HIM!

P.S., During the Two Months, I Stayed Off and On, In the SUV, I Had Dreams, One of a Sheriff, Walking By and One Dream, With a Police Man Walking By the Truck!  I Went to Whitefish the First Time, and Butte, The Next Time!  LOL!

HACKERS, HACKERS, HACKERS, ON NOW, NEVER SHOULD HAVE WRITTEN THESE LAST NOTES, BUT INTERESTING!

P.S., II, early in the morning, I went by on the 6:20 bus, and the Suburban, was ALREADY gone, leaving me to wonder, if they were intending on towing me with the truck?  This was obviously a sting op, because, no body even read the notices, so owner, long gone, so, the cops, marked the truck good until, the 3rd, and then towed it, the 2nd!  STING OP!