THE BIG BANG! BATTLEFIELD 1: BEASTIE BOYS. THERE WAS A CROOKED MAN, WHO HAD A CROOKED CAT (CIA), WHO CAUGHT A CROOKED MOUSE, AND THEY ALL LIVED TOGETHER IN A LITTLE CROOKED HOUSE! THE RECORD EXCHANGE. EQUIPMENT TRANSFER. THE GEAR YOU LOVE--THE GEAR YOU NEED. KEEP SMILING, KEEP SHINING, THAT'S WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR! TI'S A SWEET LIFE IN BIG SKY COUNTRY. THE SIMPLER THE BETTER. SAVOR EVERY SIP. DESPERATE PEOPLE DO DESPERATE THINGS. TWO BROKE GIRLS. KEEP ON DREAMING OF A PERFECT WORLD. NUGGETS. FORENSIC PSYCHOLOGISTS ATTEMPT TO TELL THE STORY OF WHAT HAPPENED TO THE VICTIM. OLD GOLD. WEAR PATTERNS--ACCIDENTIAL. FEED THE TAILGATE. WHEELS OF MISFORTUNE. SERIAL KILLERS OFTEN CUT GIRL'S HAIR OFF . . . A FORM OF DISHONOR. BEAUTIFUL GIRL, WALKS INTO MCDONALD'S YESTERDAY, WEARING MILITARY CAMO, HAIR NEATLY TIED BACK IN A BUN, ARMY BOOTS ON, SO, AS SHE TURNED AROUND TO LEAVE, I ASKED IF SHE WAS IN THE NATIONAL GUARD OR IF IT WAS THIS WEEKEND, SHE SAID, ACTUALLY, A AM A MILITARY RECRUITER. OH, MY OLDEST DAUGHTER WAS NAVY INTEL, DID SPECIAL MISSIONS IN WASHINGTON, D.C., AND BAHRAIN, AND MY SECOND DAUGHTER, WAS AIR FORCE, DID SPECIAL MISSIONS IN SAUDI ARABIA, AND WAS A MILITARY LINGUIST IN SPANISH, AND I AM A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY . . . FOR THE FIRST TIME, IN A LONG AND LONELY ROAD TO HELL, THIS SWEET MILITARY RECRUITER, SURPRISED ME AND SAID, "THANKS FOR YOUR SERVICE." AND I TOLD HER, THANKS FOR YOURS TOO. AS SHE LEFT, TEARS STARTED TO FEEL MY EYES, ALMOST IN AN UNCONTROLABLE FLOOD OF EMOTION, FOR SOMEONE, ACTUALLY, FOR ONCE, RECOGNIZING THE SACRIFICES, I HAVE MADE, IN DOMESTIC WARS, THAT ARE NOT DECLARED, THERE ARE NOT LINES OF DEMARCATION, NO FLY ZONES, NOT TET OFFENSIVES, NOT EVEN A CLEAR JUXTAPOSITION BETWEEN, RIGHT AND WRONG, OTHER THAN PERSPECTIVES AND LOYALTIES, OATHS, AFFIRMATIONS, AND ALLEGIANCES . . . I AM CRYING NOW, I THOUGHT, I HAVE NOT DONED A MILITARY UNIFORM, GONE THROUGH BOOT CAMP, LEARNED TO SHOOT AN AK-47, MUCKED THROUGH MUD KNEE DEEP, OR BEEN IN A FOX HOLE, BUT, I HAVE BEEN IN BATTLE AFTER BATTLE, WAR AFTER WAR, GONE AGAINST SEEN AND UNSEEN ENEMIES, BEEN BEHIND ENEMY LINES, AND FOUGHT GHOSTS, SPOOKS, AND SPIES, NAMELESS, FACES, ENTITIES, AND POWERS, I DON'T EVEN KNOW EXIST, BUT FOR ONE BRIEF MOMENT, JUST IN THE WAY THIS YOUNG WOMAN THANKED ME, I THOUGHT, SHE MUST READ MY BLOG, BECAUSE, THERE WAS A SPLIT SECOND, NOTHING VERY TELLING, WHERE, HER TRUE AND SINCERE, GRATITUDE TOUCHED ME TO THE CORE OF MY SOUL! YOU MADE IT ALL WORTH IT! THANK YOU . . . BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD, I WOULD HAVE MADE THE ULITMATE SACRIFICE AND HAVE COME AS CLOSE AND ANYONE CAN. I THANK GOD, EVERY DAY FOR ONE MORE DAY TO NOT ONLY SERVE HIM, BUT SERVE THE COUNTRY THAT I LOVE! THE WAY I FEEL RIGHT NOW, MY HAIR WAS THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE! LOL! I JUST SAW A LAW STUDENT WITH LONG HAIR, ABOUT THE LENGTH MINE WAS, FLIP IT OUT FROM HER COAT! I STOPPED THROUGH THE BATHROOM, WAS SO DEPRESSED, I TOOK THE NEW KNIT HAT, THAT SOMEONE, DONATED TO THE POVERELLO CENTER . . . I KEEP REMINDING MYSELF, THAT MAYBE, THIS WILL INSPIRE ME TO "GET THERE!" THIS COULD BE A SIMULTANEOUS EFFORT, ABOUT THE TIME, I GET MY HAIR BACK, I MIGHT HAVE MY OLD BODY BACK TOO! NO SACRIFICE TOO GREAT! LOL! JUST A THOUGHT ON CARS, TRUCKS AND HISTORY, THAT MIGHT HELP, INVESTIGATORS AND TAILGATORS!

Where My Taste in Cars Came From

First, I want to say, that I am a pretty happy camper, as long as I have a few bucks in my pocket, freedom to get around town, look fairly descent, and can, either write my blog, read my news feed, addicted to the 2016 elections, and watch a few true crime shows, that is about all it takes; however, this week has proven to be particularly, challenging, starting with hitting the end of the month, no money, so Diet Cokes, scarce, then the dude at McDonald's taking the part to my computer cord, that I was hopeful, would be an easy to replace item, that is turning out to not be the case, Target doesn't have replacement parts, Best Buy, has the universal chargers, but for $44.99 cents, so that is out for at least two weeks, I could not get my 1411 to connect me with Walmart electronics, yesterday, now this bad hair cut, that will turn out to be a bad hair day, lasting 2 years, and so, all things, considered, I am not a happy camper right now, but I am grateful to the law school, with 4 public access computers, and the Learning Center at St. Patrick's Hospital, because, without those back up, systems and access, my blog would be toast for a few weeks, at a very critical time of the elections, and with all the cops, the Fraternal Order of the Penis, in charge of controlling, me to the point, of isolating me from, my news source, and trying to curtail, my blogging for the last two weeks, hoping that Trump will catch up with Hillary in the polls without me reminding the world, how unprepared, inane and ill trained, let alone, not understanding the very basic rudimentary, notions of the United States Constitution, the balance of powers, check and balance systems, the role of the president, not the boss of a corporation, with the power to fire, whom he hates in Congress, or other political enemies, nor understanding the nature of the powers that Congress has, over law making, appropriations, and even voting on the wall between the U.S. and Mexico, reforming immigration, or disavowing all Muslims, banning one entire world religion, the second largest, I believe, violating the rights of women, Hispanics, Blacks, Muslims, and about any other group, he can offend, and really, not getting what the big deal is, and not realizing that, we have everything to lose, with a Trump presidency, the Frat Rats, Pat Rats. continue to try to hold me down, humiliate me, arrest me, and start rumors about me!

Oh, the latest and greatest at the Pov. last night, after having this wonderful experience with this female recruiter, making my day, if not my week, or month, and maybe even 23 years as an attorney, with someone appreciating what I have done, some jack ass, with a U.S. Border Patrol, hat, sits down by me at dinner, and said, I hear you write a blog, that trashes the military.  What the fuck are you talking about, and I pull out all stops, my husband was I-Corp Marine, my daughter, Navy Intel, my son-in-law, a Navy Seal, other daughter, Air Force, and her husband, Army, both military linguists, she in Spanish, he in Arabic . . . I kind of think, I have this covered, and I am a constitutional law attorney!  I would appreciate it if the rumors were quelled right here and now.  Oh, and by the way, are you Border Patrol?  No . . . fuck off buddy!  I mean, the people, who are those seen and unseen, enemies of mine, claiming to be me, claiming to be the parents of my children, are so fucked up, I can't believe it . . . if they can't arrest me and incarcerate me, as a homegrown terrorist, or some lame ass excuse, to shut me up, they start rumors about me!  OMG, I hate these motherfuckers!  They are infantile, juvenile, inane and insane at best, immature, losers, and so pathetic there are not words to describe them, I am speechless.  They have fucking spies, undercover, dick and bitch wads all over the place in every nook and cranny, and they are just, so silly, so, stupid, so, weird, and bizarre, I really can't grasp the full scope and depth of their envy, jealousy, and coveting of my life, even at the Pov.!  What the fuck ever . . . but, no, they are getting to the core of my happiness, that drives the money grubbing, gold digging, bastards and bitches, into the insanity they are currently in, even with my money, my prestige, my fame, my name and acclaim, they are not satisfied, and will not be, until, I am wiped off the face of the planet because, I am a constant reminder, of everything, they are not, never will be, having sold out, to the country, the Constitution, and their oaths, and the People of the United States a long time ago . . . this has been intense, relentless, and a bitter battle, of their making, from the 2008 election, to 2012, to now, with me on the total opposite side of law enforcement, with nothing more than their dicks and sticks to think with, and they are out classed by leaps and bounds, therefore, they have to play these fuck ass games, to try to even the score, hoping to pull of a TRUMP win . . . NEWSFLASH, THE BATTLE WAS WON, LONG AGO, ASSHOLES!   But, you are too stupid to see that . . . but I am not!

The Sporty Model Jaguar and the Volvo . . . What They Represented to Me as a Young Girl

As I recall, the first time I ever became interested in cars, and started to learn models, makes, origins, and things connected with cars, was, when, I believe, I was like in third grade, and our family had recently moved from Utah to California, and it was my birthday.  I had a major crush on  Elvis Presley, and he had a new show out, that I wanted my dad to take me to, for this birthday, just before, I remember, hearing that Elvis was marrying Presilla Presley, thinking, I had a shot at the King of Rock-n-Roll.  Me and my dad, in happier times, left early, and had some time to spare, so, there was a Jaguar dealership across the street, or near the theater, so we went car shopping, my dad, was into luxury cars, so we cruised the lot together.  I remember, seeing the sports model or the low, sleek, shiny, hot car, and thought, some day, I am going to have one of those, my dad, however liked the more sedan model, rather than the sports version.  That night we went to a Hank Williams movie, followed by the Elvis Presley movie, a daddy daughter date, and the only birthday, this almost Christmas baby ever had, given the fact that I was born, December 17, just a week before Christmas, and my birthday, always took a back seat to Christmas, with 6 kids to worry about, at the time, later, 8 siblings, I was usually an afterthought, but not this year, so, a gold star birthday.

The next car, I remember, markedly noting was, a maroon, Volvo station wagon, that belonged to my friend, Barbara Williams, also a friend of Kay Baby, so I am sure, she would lie for Kay, having known her longer and stayed, in contact for all these years, with me, never looking back, but, her brother was an international law attorney, who served a mission in Germany, but had about 7 languages under his belt, and I am not sure if I was impressed with her brother, who was much older, than Barbara, and me, or, if I liked the car, he drove, and thought it was cool?  But, that passion and love for the Jag and the Volvo, has always remained with me.  By the time, I was in 6th grade, I was sporting a lawyer do, wearing my hair in a blunt shoulder length, under cut, much like I did, later in life, and not being much of a shopper, but when I did buy a rare dress, we had to shop every store in Salt Lake City, Utah, ending up and Chalk Gardens, in Trolley Square with a very tailored dress, simple but classy.  

You never know, what influences, the mind of a young boy or girl, and what drives them, even at a unseen, and unconscious level, but, from the time I was little, I was drawn to the avenues in Salt Lake, to the university life, to college life, to law, and to timeless classics, not only in clothes, but in cars.  I saw a grey Volvo wagon, at Censibles Used Cars in Kalispell, a few weeks ago, and lusted after it, as I passed it on the bus, wondering still, if after getting my last car blown up with a pipe bomb, and my truck, sabotaged, in every way, leaving me with a total, new truck, of guts, after, every fucking part from the tires to the oil filter, engine, transmission and all in between, had been tampered with, I even wonder if it is wise to attempt . . . but, as was the case, recovering or realizing that my alleged, terminal brain disease, may have been nothing more than the governments attempt to kill me, I started to look for cars after not driving for 9 years . . . patterns of criminal behaviors and patterns of interference in my life, to stop me from doing my life's mission, to protect, preserve and defend the U.S. Constitution and their states' equivalents with all my heart, mind, might and strength!

JIM'S USED AUTO AND THE FOREST GREEN FORD RANGER, SAME YEAR, SAME MAKE, SAME MODEL OF MY GOLD RANGER!

So, a quick rundown of my car shopping, of the last month or so:

• pre-qualified for a auto loan, Kia dealer in St. George . . . never even went over, but, had talked by phone with Josh, I think, about, test driving and some questions, MPG, or stuff like that, space in the back to sleep, etc. . . . but, as is usually the case, the enemies, are listening to my phone conversations and watching ads or my search history, at the same time I am doing it, and marking, where I am going, whom I am talking to, and what it is about, and how, I am going to do this or that, needing to be ever vigilant on my life, because, if they are not, they will be EXPOSED FOR NOT BEING ME!  I opted out of the Kia, simply,. because I kept seeing, new Kia Rio's, with white bodies and black roofs, and getting the gut feeling that, the day, I did decide to go check out the cars there would be an undercover cop, and who knows what waiting for me . . . now, back in 2009, and earlier, this same pattern appeared, that, there could be a new or used car, sitting at a lot or on the road side and the second, I started to check to get a phone number of price, the car was bought the very next day, regardless of the lack of interest in the car, finally I got the new, Toyota Yaris, and in less that 2 hours after leaving with all kinds of bizarre behavior, new loan officers, amped up interest and prices, one guy even yelling at me telling me that the Constitution was dead, standing up and pounding the table, twice my size, screaming it, but, that car did nothing but, stop, with satilite surveillance, stopping it, in front of the jails, the courts, so I told them to either replace the lemon, or come get it!  Of, COURSE the NSA OR HACKERS, JARED LANGLEY, turned off spell check, ALWAYS!  FUCK YOU ASSHOLE, LITTLE BRO, OR BITCH ASS BAT SHIT SHELLEY!  Kay, aka, Joanne Secrist, ended up with that car, using my license getting two tickets out in front of the Office of the Administration of the Courts, waiting until all the heavy lifting in the Brock case, $357 million was done by the BRAIN me, to swoop in for the steal, had to have my CAR! and also, using MY LICENSE number, back then, because I never did get tickets, wasn't in Salt Lake on the dates of the tickets, June 2010, nor do I have BROWN SHIT FILLED EYES, or it could be Shelley?  Switch-o-Change-o, but all, operating under my name, license, both law and drivers license!
• next, to throw off the sky cops watching me, trying to give them misinformation, I looked at a used, very beautiful Saturn, really wanting a Ford Transit Connect, but, they were out of my price range, not out of my FAKE ASS BITCHES PRICE RANGE USING MY MONEY FOR ALL THEIR CARS AND BUYING EVERY ONE I MIGHT BUY!  LOL!
• Greta my daughter, suggested that I look at Second Chance Auto, not knowing what the fuck these bastards and bitches have done to my credit in the last four years, since I drove last, after my car was blown up with a pipe bomb, but not enough to render it totally inoperable, later seeing the custom chrome wheel covers, unique features of the Navy Blue Ford Taurus, I bought in Great Falls when, my driver's license was kept, I am sure on purpose and me not noticing, I left it, until the next day, in Utah! never to be recovered, and the DMV never being able to pull up, any record of me in the computer,.registering the car after that?  But, I found a great, 2010, Mazda Touring, with only 54,000 miles and in mint condition, the kind of buy, on a used car I like . . . I was afraid to, spend much time on the computer, looking at it, but, as soon as I started doing research on the model and make of that car, it suddenly disappeared, in St. George, totally off the list of available cars . . . all the other ones, showed, that the cars were SOLD, but not this one, no record, again?  Shelley? family purchased it, they watch everything I do, see, look at, call, or research!  I had landed on that one, decided, that all things considered, that was a great car and buy for me on my limited income!  GONE!
• then I did the blitz searching, old favorites, Dodge Darts, Ford Focus, Mazdas and also the Kia Soul or Rio, and along with you searches comes an onslaught of ads!  I wanted to keep them dazed and confused as to which cars I liked, so I would have half a chance of getting one without interference from the mob, who has MY ENDLESS BLOG MONEY, and can purchase anything, I WANTED . . . MY PAIN IS THEIR PLEASURE, MY WANT IS THEIR DEMAND BUY!
• so, Garrett, aka, Sam, the former cop from Arkansas, now truck driver, said, why don't you go over to Jim's Used Autos on Broadway . . . red flag, because, I know, he is a spy, bad ass cop, has followed me from the Great Falls Mission, to Kalispell Samaritan House, to the Pov. and like clock work, he shows up, out of the blue and, last March when a big sting op, he was probably in charge of blew up in cops faces, he lied and told everyone, I had been in jail, for 5 months, saving face, for cop, failure, when I had been in Butte, in Grand Junction, Durango, Utah, and all over the place, showing up, sometime, a few months later . . . cops chased me for 9 hours all over, Missoula, down by the river, with K-9 unit dogs, and the GHOST RIDES AGAIN . . .and, last night, or after the big raid the other day, Garrett or Sam, could look me in the eye and he is magically, gone AWOL! or missing in action, and took off again!  But, I got off the bus, yesterday and started to stroll through the lot, I saw a gold, Mazda truck, didn't know they made them, or had never looked, there was a nice, black Volvo, and most of all, I was interested in the forest green, Ford Ranger, because, I loved my truck, it got me out of harms way, outran cops, survived, being tampered with, sabotaged, and it was butt level for a fast get away!  I missed my truck, more after the sheriffs stole it, envy, envy, envy, one hot gold and black little truck! more than I missed either of my houses, both nice, because the truck is FREEDOM!  I asked the dealer, what the mileage was on the truck? so they knew I was interested, and the body of the truck, was perfect, the inside spotless, and, within, two hours, of all the trucks and cars on the lot, that ONE VEHICLE WAS GONE . . . FIGURED, PATTERNS OF CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR!  No fucking surprise to ME!  I have been blocked from new and old alike, since Shelley is using my driver's license!! Rachel is too, and I am sure they all have a copy!  And I must have a car to pass the driver's test I am scheduled for, November 4!
• the guy at Jim's Auto, said that, if I intended to live in the truck or car, like I might, they could not lend me the money, because they only lend in a radius, about three counties wide, and they need to know where to either find us or our collateral.  Oh, I didn't know that, the next dealer I go to, I will not tell them what I am looking for!  LOL!  No, as long as the vehicle is not a lemon, I am good on the payments, good on my word, good all the way around, but play footsie with the fuckers trying to mess my life and you got a used car back! or new, whatever . . . don't dig, changing up on who owns the vehicle or who your loyalty ought to be too, Stephen Wade in St. George!  Last time, I looked at Jim auto, back when I still had the Ford Taurus, that I never liked, but I just needed an affordable car, and a friend, gave me the name of a guy, but, I decided that I needed a van, to meet my original goals, of getting LOST IN MONTANA, so I could sleep, and hang out at lakes, and at the feet of mountains, and go from park to park, while I am able, free, and unattached!  So, one hot summer night, I crept, over to Jim's from the parking lot of the Broadway, and this would have been fall of 2013, to check out this one van, trying to hide in the dusk, so the surveillance car cops, didn't spy me, looking at a van, so I could jump on the trade, and get the fuck out of dodge ASAP the next day, hopefully going unnoticed . . . that only lasted about two hours!  Of the 60 or so cars in the inventory, I looked at the van, totally checking it out, tires, room, and whatever I could see in the almost dark, then I briefly looked at a truck, but, I am not down with waking up with a bear or a mountain lion, in the bed of a truck with me, without a camper or cover! which was the reason, I slept in my gold truck for the first few times I came to Montana, until the sheriff, stole it without cause or warrant, bold faced asset stealing!  After I finished, I went over to the parking lot of the Broadway, and read by the light of the inside car, light . . . until about 11:30 PM, I heard a car alarm go off, across the street at Jim's Auto, and I noticed, about 10 guys, with single bulb, miner's lights on their foreheads, racing through the car l lot, straight to the van, with spray cleaners, packed on their backs, and they went nuts, cleaning the van, from top to bottom, probably, putting surveillance and GPS trackers on the van, that had been OUTLAWED BY THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, so they could keep track of me! like they did with the Taurus!  I was, not only shocked that the only two vehicles they touched were the two, I had looked at the night before . . . now this was almost 3.5 years ago, and before, I started my blog, can you imagine, NOW? the time, effort, resources, but of course, I make the money they use to harass and follow me, so no biggie for them!  But, needless to say, I didn't go to Jim's to buy the van, and I hit the road, right out of MONTANA! 

BELIEVE IT OR NOT, FOLKS, THIS IS THE TOTAL BULL SHIT, I PUT UP WITH ON A DAILY, BASIS, FROM MY PHONES, TO MY COMPUTERS, TO MY VEHICLES, TO MY LICENSES, TO MY CLOTHES IF YOU CAN BELIEVE THAT . . . TOTAL AND RELENTLESS BULL SHIT!

 

NOW YOU KNOW, WHY, THAT MEANT SO MUCH TO ME, YESTERDAY, WHEN, THAT BEAUTIFUL YOUNG RECRUITER, THANKED ME FOR MY SERVICE, BEING JUST AS DEADLY, JUST AS SCARY, AND FOREIGN AS GOING TO FIGHT A FOREIGN ENEMY . . . THESE FUCKERS NEED TO BE TRIED FOR TREASON!  THEY ARE THE ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE, AND SOME OF YOU ARE AIDING AND ABETTING THEM IN DOING ME IN!

 

I WANTED TO MENTION, A FORENSIC FILES: "A CINDERELLA STORY" . . . NOT THE TRADITIONAL ONE, BUT, OF A PAIR OF SHOES, THAT WERE FOUND, AT THE SCENE OF A RAPE AND MURDER ON THE BEACH, NOW THE VERY CROOKED MAN, IN THE "TRUE CRIME" SHOW, LEFT HIS SHOES, AT THE CRIME SCENE TO FIT HIS ALIBI OF MEETING AND SMOKING WITH THE VICTIM, THAT NIGHT, HOWEVER, IT BACKFIRED, WHEN FORENSIC EXPERTS IN SHOE IMPRESSIONS, DID FURTHER RESEARCH ON THE SHOES . . . THEY ENDED UP, LINKING THE VICTIM TO THE MURDERER!  BRETT, THE VERY CROOKED MAN, LIVING WITH A VERY CROOKED CAT, HAS SIZE 15 SHOES, HUGE ASS SHOES . . . SEE IF THAT HELPS, SOLVE SOME OF THE SERIAL KILLINGS HE IS INVOLVED IN!  IF I WAS NOT HIS WIFE, HOW WOULD I KNOW HIS SHOE SIZE?  GO FIGURE?  I SAW A "VIDEO INSPECTION" VAN, AND I HOPED THAT THE COPS WERE LOOKING AT SOME OF THE VIDEOS, I HAVE CONNECTED WITH NOT ONLY MY CASE, BUT OTHER CASES, MY SONS' MUSIC AND TOTAL SUPER MOB ACTIVITIES IN UTAH AND MONTANA!

 

THE BIG BANG!!!!!!!!