POWER LOTTO. POWERBALL LOTTERY. BRAIN GAMES. THE TRAGEDY OF EASY MONEY. CATS IN THE COMPUTER. NOT "POSTING AS JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D." BUT JOANN S. SECRIST POSTING. I AM NOT AN UMBRELLA NAME FOR 20 BLOGGERS, BUT ONE FEMALE ATTORNEY, PROFESSOR, BLOGGER, MOTHER, GRANDMOTHER! I HAVE WRITTEN ALL 1300+ BLOGS IN LESS THAN 3.5 YEARS! I CAN SLAM THE KEYBOARDS LIKE NOBODY ELSE! EXPERIENCE MATTERS, FOUNDATIONAL KNOWLEDGE COUNTS, CONTEXTUAL FRAMEWORKS, GIVE UNDERSTANDING TO ANY ISSUE THAT ARISES ON THE LOCAL, STATE, NATIONAL OR INTERNATIONAL SCENE . . . THAT IS WHY, CLINTON IS SO NEEDED AT THIS TIME, WITH NOW SEVERAL OPTIONS, A RECOUNT IN STATES THAT SHOW WIDE DEVIATION FROM NORMAL PROJECTIONS, BUT, EVEN BETTER, IS JUST WATCHING THE ELECTION RESULTS OF THE "ELECTORAL COLLEGE" WHO ACTUALLY DETERMINE WHO THE PRESIDENT IS TO BE, REGARDLESS OF THE PEOPLE'S VOTE, BUT IN THIS CASE, A VOTE FOR HILLARY WOULD BE SUPPORTING THE PEOPLE'S CHOICE FOR PRESIDENT, AND THAT WOULD BE, PRESIDENT, HILLARY RODHAM CLINTON, NOT TRUMP! LET IT RIP! THIS IS OUR SYSTEM, BILLIONAIRES THAT COPS ALL WANT, ARE NO FUCKING EXCEPTION! RISKEY BUSINESS. LIVING DANGEROUSLY. HAVE I BEEN TRUMPED? NO. HAVE I HAD ATTEMPTS ON MY LIFE? YES! HAVE I BEEN JAILED FOR SPURIOUS REASONS AND NO PROOF OF WRONG DOING? YES. WAS I INCARCERATED FOR 6 DAY, WHILE MY BLOG AND COMPUTER WERE CHANGED AND FUCKED WITH? YES! I AM LIKE WINNING THE POWER LOTTO OR THE POWERBALL LOTTERY, TODAY WORTH LIKE $481 MILLION, BUT, TAKING MONEY FROM ME IS EVEN EASIER THAN WINNING THE LOTTERY! AND WORTH MORE! THE UNIT. SO IS TAKING MONEY FROM MY FAMILY. FAMILY DOLLAR. I JUST WATCHED THIS "COLD CASE FILE" EPISODE, I DIDN'T CATCH THE NAME, I THINK IT WAS THE NAME OF THE MURDER VICTIM, WHO WON THE POWER LOTTO, BUT THE EPISODE WAS IN FRENCH OR SLOVANIAN, OR SOME EASTERN EUROPEAN COUNTRY, FOREIGN LANGUAGES ARE NOT MY FORTE'! I LIKE TO TALK TO MUCH, SO IT IS ENGLISH ALL THE WAY--I TOOK THREE YEARS OF SPANISH AND LEARNED TO COUNT TO 10, SAY HELLO AND GOOD BYE AND THAT WAS ABOUT IT, YET MY DAUGHTER, MUCH SMARTER THAN MYSELF, SPEAKS, ENGLISH, GERMAN AND WAS #1 IN HER MILITARY LINQUISTICS PROGRAM, AT THE MONTERAY, CALIFORNIA, TRAINING CENTER, WITHOUT HAVING HAD ONE DAY OF SPANISH, EVEN BEATING OUT, NATIVE HISPANICS AND LATINOS! BUT, I AM GOING TO CALL THIS EPISODE, "THE TRAGEDY OF EASY MONEY." LIKE MOST LOTTO WINNERS, THIS YOUNG, FOREIGNER, WAS WORKING IN AN AUTO MECHANIC SHOP, HAD A CUTE GIRLFRIEND, BUT WAS CONSTANTLY STRUGGLING WITH BILLS AND LIFE. HE SEES TWO WAYS OUT OF HIS SITUATION, GOING IN THE MILITARY OR WINNING THE LOTTERY. TO HIS SURPRISE HE WINS $8 MILLION AND GOES ON A SPENDING SPREE, BUYING A HOUSE, FAST CARS, AND FAST WOMEN, DUMPING HIS CUTE FORIEGN WIFE, FOR THIS EXOTIC BURNETTE, WORLDLY AND MATERIALISTIC. HE GIVES MONEY TO EVERYONE, BUT IMPARTICULARLY, FROM THE LOOKS OF THE TWO, HIS SISTER AND HER HUSBAND--IT SOUNDED LIKE A MILLION DOLLARS AND THEY STARTED TO BUILD A NEW HOME. AS THE MONEY RUNS OUT, AND TAXES, BILLS AND REPAIRS AND MAINTAINENCE ON THE HOMES AND CARS, MOUNTS, THE EXOTIC BAR MAID, LEAVES THE MAN, AND SCOPES OUT BETTER TERRITORY, BUT HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND, WELCOMES HER OLD LOVER AND FRIEND, BACK HOME TO HER STILL HUMBLE APARTMENT, OFFERS HIM A BEER AND A CUP CAKE, AND HE LONGS FOR THE SIMPLE DAYS THEY WERE TOGETHER. IT APPEARED TO ME, THAT HE WENT TO HIS SISTER, AND WANTED TO BORROW SOME MONEY, OR WAS SHOCKED AT THE HOUSE OR LOFT SHE AND HER HUSBAND WERE BUILDING, AND EITHER, HE ASKED HER FOR MONEY, OR SHE ASKED HIM FOR MORE MONEY TO FINISH THE EXPANSIVE PROJECT AND HE SAID NO. WORRIED ABOUT THE THREAT OF VIOLENCE AND REQUESTS FOR MORE MONEY, AS IT APPEARED TO ME, HE WENT TO HIS BANKER AND PULLED OUT HIS LAST MILLION, PUT IT IN A BRIEF CASE, AND HID IT IN THE TRUNK OF A RED CAR, AT THE AUTO REPAIR SHOP, IN THE JUNK YARD AND PARTS SECTION OF THE CAR GRAVEYARD . . . LATER, HE IS CONFRONTED BY THE SISTER'S HUSBAND, AND SHOT--YOU LATER FIND OUT THAT THE SISTER SAW THE WHOLE THING AND LIED TO THE COPS, IN THE FIRST INVESTIGATION, BUT EVENTUALLY, COPS GET THE HUSBAND AND THE WIFE AND THEY ARE TRIED FOR MURDER. AT THE END OF THE SHOW, THE COPS, SOMEHOW, GET A CLUE, AS TO WHERE THE MONEY WAS HIDDEN, AND WHEN THEY FIND IT IN THE TRUNK OF THE RED CAR, THERE IS A NOTE, ADDRESSED TO THE OLD GIRLFRIEND, WITH A DOG WEARING A GRADUATION CAP, INDICATING THAT SHE WAS TO USE THE MONEY TO BETTER HER SITUATION AND GO TO COLLEGE, MAYBE LIKE SHE WAS OR WANTED TO! THE IRONIC THING TO ME, WAS THAT, THE NOTE WAS ADDRESSED TO "SHELLY" BUT SHE LOOKED AND ACTED, FOCUSED IN LIFE, MORE LIKE ME, AND THE BAR MAID, LOOKED AND ACTED MORE LIKE SHELLEY, MY SISTER, WHO ALWAYS WANTED MONEY, BUT DIDN'T WANT TO EARN IT, USED SEX, BRAINS, LEARNING AND SKILLS TO GET WHAT SHE WANTED THROUGH SEX, AND WHEN THE MONEY DRIED UP, SHE WAS GONE! I AM A SIMPLE PERSON, HAVE FEW NEEDS, LOVE THE VERY PLAIN AND SIMPLE THINGS IN LIFE, A SUNSET, A GRANDSON'S SOCCER GAME, THANKSGIVING, HEARING MY DAUGHTER GIGGLE, OR MY SON PLAY HIS GUITAR, OR MY OTHER KIDS TALK POLITICS OR BE GREAT PARENTS! THAT IS WHAT IS IMPORTANT TO ME, AND THIS TRUE CRIME EPISODE, SHOWED, HOW THE MONEY CAN SOUR RELATIONSHIPS, OFTEN LOVING AND PURE, AND BRING IN, VULTURES, GOLD DIGGERS, MONEY GRUBBERS WHO ARE THERE FOR THE EASY LIFE, ILL GOTTEN GAIN, AND A FREE RIDE. I NEVER WENT FOR MONEY, BUT MONEY CAME BECAUSE OF THE PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE, WHICH GAVE ME POWER. MY SONS, NEVER SOUGHT MONEY OR FAME WITH THEIR MUSIC THAT I KNOW, BUT THEY HAD A GENUINE LOVE FOR THEIR MUSIC AND ART, AND FOCUSED ON THE SKILLS, EXPERIMENTATION, SOUND, THEORY, AND POSSIBLY SYMBOLISM BEHIND THE MUSIC, LYRICS, AND RHYTHEMS THEY PLAYED, THE MONEY JUST CAME, OR THOSE WHO HEARD THEIR MUSIC, STOLE IT, MARKETED IT, AND FOCUSED ON THE MONEY AND WHAT THAT COULD BUY, INCLUDING THEIR OWN CHILDREN'S SILENCE, AS THEY TRASHED THEIR OWN BLOOD, TO LIE TO SAY THAT MY CHILDREN WERE THEIRS, TO COVER FOR THE THEFT OF INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, AND AS I CAME BACK INTO THE LAW, WITH MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR CASES, THEY SWALLOWED UP THOSE, THEN WATER COMPACTS, THEN LEGISLATION, NOW MY BLOG . . . CATS IN MY COMPUTER, DREAM OR LIVE DREAM?

Did You Have the Cat in With You All Night?

It has been a week or so, since, I got out of six days in jail, and figured out that my entire computer, program and blog, format, access, familiarity, and style of my computer, had been changed or tampered with, adding stupid, misleading statements, that could make it sound, like I was a using a pseudonym, or I was just an umbrella name and figure, allowing others to post or guest write, now under my name or I was like popular newspaper figures or columnist, like Ann Landers or Dear Abby, now dead, but allowing, other writers to capitalize on my name and credentials, pick up the popular blog, and write as if they are me, carrying on the fine tradition of good advice, as if they were me and just taking over the hot blog!  NO!  The statements, Posting as JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D. or Using Blogger JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., to me smacks of misleading, dishonest, gamy, and untrue, with the intent to mislead and fool, the public, into thinking, that, I am not the writer, but, that, as intended, I believe was to kill me, but it just didn't work out that way, while I was in jail, or whisk me off to some federal detention center or FEMA camp, did work out, because in the first stop, the Washington County Purgatory Correctional Facility, the daughter of murdered former deputy sheriff, Grayhouse Fox, whom, I believe was called by a fellow deputy, out into the desert around Millard County, Utah, into the dead of the night, and set up on an ambush, to silence her, whistle blowing on the department, and she asked me to help her on the case . . . right up my alley, believe me, and the cops, obviously, listening to our conversation, had her out of that cell block, with about 14 girls, ASAP, but not before we exchanged information and phone numbers!  WHOOOPPPPS!

I was extremely worried when the arresting officers, separated me from my backpack and computer, knowing that I still had control of my blog, but wrestled with the NSA and hackers every fucking day of the last 3.5 years, now with increased, worry, that while I was incarcerated or jailed, for this bull shit, and made up warrants, old shit, that, under Utah law, or what it used to be, any prosecution that was no initiated within two years of a misdemeanor, or four years for a felony, was dead!  Fuck, at best these were infractions, the only ones that had an ounce of truth, the headlight incidents, but without citations or information of charges, so, therefore, no court dates . . . prosecutors don't get to work retroactively, and say, well, we could have, should have, would have!  So, these infractions are stale and can't be done now anyway, even if they were good, which they were and not!

Just Discovering the Brain Games and Mind Tricks

The first day back to my computer, my fears were realized, and I noticed a totally different format and all these changes . . . I have been doing this for, fucking 3.5 years, almost,  and they, obviously didn't count on my getting out of jail, because, had they, they surely would not have dared, change everything, because they would be sure to be ratted out by me, for changing everything.  I don't know if you have read the early American, short story, called the Ransom of Red Chief, I believe by O'Neal, but, it has been 30 years since I have read that very funny, but applicable story, where a kid of a rich couple gets kidnapped, and the parents keep blowing off, the kidnappers demands, knowing full well, their little, Injun, would take care of matters, without their help, and by the time, the kid was done with the criminals, the kidnappers were willing to pay the parents to take the kid back!  LOL.  I am much, like that kid, at first I was pissed, then, as time set in and I had a few minutes to think on my situation, being safer, sleeping better, and being more relaxed than I had been in years, since leaving Iron County, I realized, that, hey, this is exactly what, I have needed, to be locked up, with the highlight of my day, going out into the yard, to get exercise, having no way to buy a Diet Coke, forced hours, for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and with fucking all day to either read, watch TV, which I NEVER DO, get my weight under control, my addictions, read the Bible, and exercise about three hours a day, as the highlight, rather than the dread!

I wrote out a full sheet, of folded squares, with about two months worth, of places to check off, water, AM and PM walking around in circles in a square, doing stretches and yoga type workouts, to get in shape and not have my body, go into lock down mode, while in jail, a place for saying the Lord's Prayer, going to need it, while in enemy territory, and for reading the scriptures each day!  I put it on the top of my bunk, that is right in the sight and line of the deputies as they come do inspections and shake-downs, and noticed, that as I had is neatly, lined up, after being in the yard, the paper, had been moved out of position!  LOL!  Good they can see that they are stuck with me, until this fucking shit is over!  LOL!  The other inmates, took a look at it too, thinking me insane not to get out, when the judge wanted to release me on Friday, and I said, no, I have been trying to lose weight, get off DC, and re-read the Bible, all very unlikely, on the outside, so, I am staying in jail!  LOL!  One of the inmates, who got released, even told me, that the guards didn't like it, when, people are too happy.  Oh, thanks for telling me, I will calm down, my exuberance, in being here!  LOL!  I wanted, really, needed, about 6 months, but, I figured the prosecutor's calendar was going to be about, April, so, I was not concerned about Christmas, not very sentimental, and I have spent, Thanksgivings, since law school, alone, for the most part, so?  This is perfect!  Just as I got comfortable and into my routine, I was called down to the judge again!  SHIT, they are going to let me out, because I want to stay!

There were two extra deputy sheriffs, attending the video interview with a very nice judge, and I figured that making me go last, knowing what happened last time, with me, yelling at the judge, these extra dudes were there, to take me to solitary confinement, so, I figured, behaving myself, and going with the release, was best, not to push the judge or the deputies, who gave the whole reason they were there away . . . these guys either know me, or know of me!  LOL!  Ransom of the Bad Ass Con Law Chick . . . we will gladly get rid of her . . . not in the way, we wanted to, but anyway possible!  LOL!  I was going to ask for the judge to allow me to just stay for the amount of time, I had marked on my check off sheet!  But, this was not a debate, so I took the damned release!  LOL!  When I was leaving, I told the head deputy, that was not very skilled, at covering up, what they intended to do to me, if I didn't leave, that I promised not to come back . . . he said, without any humor, see that you don't!  LOL!  My daughter, had called the Washington County Jail, better known as Purgatory, they denied ever having me, or didn't know where I was . . . later, after she pressed them, they told her that Iron County picked me up, but by the time she tracked anyone to talk to them about, me, I had been released, and was calling her.  She laughed and laughed, knowing exactly who hard to handle her mother is and how she makes the best of her circumstances, regardless of where that may land her!  But MY COMPUTER?????????????????  It was retained, at the St. George, Utah, Police Department!  SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!

Cats in My Computer . . . Waking Dream or Real?

Okay, so the first night, after getting my computer back, and I started to write my blog, and ratted out, the whole fucking experience, starting with the arrest, to the old shit, from Iron County and why I left, back in 2012, before being murdered, getting my car blown up, incendiary devices, tampered with engines, transmissions, and all, telling the whole, former Iron County experience, in part and whole, so that people would understand, why, I ran, DA!  No case, no house, no client, no amount of money, no principle or concept in the Constitution was worth dying for, as I wrote, as I usually do, and started to go to publish, with the hackers, smackers, and trackers, on the web, with total access, but always under MY CONTROL, and subject to me, reposting, or saying what I wanted to, all the sudden, as they started to steal my blog, after erasing the title, I noticed that I could not, stop the steal, or the kill of some of the material, let alone, stopping the entire theft of the property, so that, the CATS or the NSA could make it look like it was Shelley, the wigged bitch, who was allowed to go into court, pretending to be me, who moved into my house, as if she owned it with the FAKE Allan or FRANK of INTERPOL! to show that it was actually, Shelley, that all this happened to, as if I didn't exist at all, or never came back from the dead, the first time, I was poisoned, and allegedly had PICK's disease, with Shelley being the anointed, or the first born, or the chick that shared a birthday with Gov. Mikey Leavitt, and the backing of the 50 years of DIXIE LEAVITT political machine, being a legislator for all those years, setting things up for his son, to rule and reign, making Shelley me, because when I was with the AG's office, we took over as top dogs in the state government with the Gov's office, playing second fiddle to my community programs, with real service and law to back it up, not some insurance salesman with money and clout, hardly, the power of the law!

So, after freaking out, seeing all the changes on MY computer, mind you, this is MY property, MY intellectual property, and my history, background, knowledge, power, writing, stories, jail experiences, cases, water compacts, and blog! seeing that, they, the losers, the stupid, the liars, the fakes, the plagiarizers, the money grubbers, the gold diggers, the fucking, piss heads, trying to use brute force to have their way with MY FORTUNE, and my FAMILY DOLLAR, took over control of my computer and blog, worth a fucking fortune, and changed, everything, from, this bogus, way of stating that, anyone could be posting under my name and degree, just like they did with practicing law, with my degree, fuck, one was great, now let's allow, 6+ shitty, women, with inferior skills and education, to write as if, they are JoAnn, under this UMBRELLA NAME AND LAW DEGREE, A JURIS DOCTORATE, that they are all too lazy, stupid and fucked up, to go get themselves!  GITUROWN! 

God, I feel like Prometheus, who stole FIRE from Gods, and for my punishment, I am daily, tied to a rock, with vultures, coming down and picking at my flesh, plucking my eyes out, and eating me down to the skeleton, only to have the same thing, start over the next day, as it is with my blog . . . THIS IS MY GOD DAMNED BLOG ASSHOLES, YOU DON'T GET TO RIDE ON MY BACK, THEN PUSH ME ASIDE, AND TAKE IT OVER, LIKE YOU DID WITH MY HOUSES, MY CARS, MY TRUCK, MY CASES, MY WATER COMPACT, LEGISLATION, AND NOW THIS, OH AND NOT TO MENTION, MY FAMILY, FUCK YOU TO HELL AND BEYOND!

Sorry, Back to the Weird Cat Story . . . Now, Cats Are a Symbol for CIA, a Total Enemy and Nemesis

So, my grandsons, at my idea, got a new kitty, last time I was down, in October, but, as for me personally, I don't like cats, or dogs, or really anything with fur, but for, possibly a horse, with short enough fur, that, is so short that I can see, what ticks, bugs, lice, chiggers, or whatever is in their fur!  I also, used to get up at night and throw rocks at big tom cats, two of the names, I use to be signs and symbols of CIA, but, before most people neutered their cats, my brothers and sisters would inevitably, bring home a stray female cat, and I had a bedroom in the basement, later the recreation room, when, my mom, decided that I was home so rarely, that, I needed a pit stop, rather than a room or a shared bedroom and bed with younger sister, Sue Schmidt, now taller, and so she feels, like she is older, she definitely looks older, but, she is not, taller is not older!  But, the neighborhood tom cats, would line up on the wall in the backyard, and I would get up and go out and chase them off by throwing rocks at them, silencing their howls and growls . . . more to this symbolism, than, met the eye back in my earlier days, a foreshadowing of events to come?  Maybe? 

Well, yes, so, I have never been found of any of the family pets, another symbolic one, an award winning, German Shepard, meaner than shit, who was penned in our backyard, a killer, and so we, my friends and I would, climb up and throw rocks at the dog, and it would attack, and jump on the wall near us, and send us, into a panic, even though we knew that it could not get to us, the ferocity of its bark and bellowing, scared us . . . symbolic of the dogs cops use today, for K-9 Units, and if the Constitutional constraints, I keep putting back on cops, symbolized as no calmer or tamer than this award winning show dog, but, deadly, a killer of neighborhood dogs, so scary that we had to get rid of it, in exchange for one of his female pups, also used for breeding, but even she had the killer's genes, and took out two wiener dogs, of the next door neighbors . . . so, I have no fondness for either cats or dogs and for good reason!  But, I know, kids need and love pets, therefore, I encouraged and purchased the stuff for the kitty, but, I don't want to pet it, don't like it coming near me, nor do I necessarily hate it, but, I am just neutral and don't need to have it around me, or bugging the shit out of me, while typing or watching TV!  I pretty much have trained the cat and the kids to keep the beast away from me!  So, what happened next, or the night after posting my first blog after being released and getting my computer back which took another day, was the back drop for this very bizarre and strange event!

DREAM OR REAL . . . CAT CAME IN PLAYED WITH THE COMPUTER CORD, AND MY WRITING PAD AND PEN, ALL SYMBOLIC OF THE CIA, GETTING INTO OR MESSING WITH MY BLOG!

The kids are trained, as is the cat, when grandma is here, to put the cat in the bedroom, ALL NIGHT, when I come, sleeping on the couch, hopefully, in peace, until the early morning hours, when I generally, get up, early and either leave, or write.  So, I had gone to the bathroom, somewhere around, 2:00 AM, and after settling back down to sleep a few more, hours, I hear this thud, and I am thinking, is the cat out?  It got quiet again, and then, I heard what sounded like the pen on my legal pad where I had been taking some notes, from a movie to use in my blog, that I thought were cool, and realized, that the cat was playing with them, and later, very quiet, had moved over onto the coffee table, before I was absolutely sure, hearing, rather then seeing, that the cat was out, and loose, and ready to torture me, by playing with my feet or walking on me . . . so I opened one eye, and saw the cat, sitting there, staring at me, sitting on my computer! 

Then, without, having to get up and take the cat, and do my normal, throwing it into the room where my grand kids sleep, it just disappeared?  WOW, what was that, a dream, or a night vision, or what, the cat, never, just comes in and silently plays with my stuff without, bugging the shit out of me!  But, I never heard nor saw it again that night, which, fascinated me, and left me wondering if, either it is getting older, or it never came out, or maybe the kids went to the bathroom, and left the door open and it, now conditioned to sleep with them, in their room, possibly, just went back to sleep!  But, I thought, it God, my INTEL man, trying to tell me something?  That it was not the local cops, because they don't have the capacity to alter or mess with my blog or computer, but the FEDS DO!!!!!  I like to give credit where credit is due, not assign credit and skills, beyond education and power levels, like these fucks do, CIA, trying to pass off, very inferior, attorneys, non-attorneys, and other bitches, pretending they are the ones who did this or that, to make the men, feel superior to me, when they are FAR FROM IT, and so are their government whores!

Did You Guys Let the Cat Out Last Night?  Go to the Bathroom?  Open the Door?  No.  Are You Sure?  Yeah.  Really?  Yes.

Puzzled.  What the hell was that . . . it appeared to be, nothing more than, the cat, coming out of the room, long enough, to mess with my legal pad, and pen, and to play with my computer, or in sign and symbol, the CIA, got into my blog, through my computer, and changed, fucking everything, either to make it easier for them to steal, or to make it look, like anyone who wanted to try or take a shot at being published under my name and credentials, was free to do so, just like they have been free to steal the money from my blog.  I have allowed them to steal the money, a penny per hit, for three and a half years, with 8 versions on each site, with, billions of hits? a fucking shit load of money . . . there are many sites that have not been flat-lined and doctored, so as to cover the huge ass numbers this blog gets, day after day, blog after blog, with the numbers even growing after the elections and the flat-linging, of the numbers, cutting off, all site at about 500,000 on at ALL TIMES, rather than the millions of hits, on just one of the 8 or more versions, on almost every, notable site, on the web, I type in low level stars, and there is at least 500,000, give our take a few thousands, but after, going into the site to publish under something different to fool the NSA or stop their stealing, I see tons of sites all with my blog on it!  The amount of money, is MIND BLOWING AT BEST, and in 193 languages, or at least the number on the tool that Google uses to help translate my work!

The kids, all insisted they never came out, never got up to go to the bathroom, and the cat never left during the night?  So, unless my eyes, deceived me, or my mind was playing mind games, on me, then, that cat, somehow, got through a solid wood door, came in, played with just, my writing tools, and then, after it sat and stared at me, left, went back to bed.  Okay, so when was this, I think, this happened, early, Tuesday morning, like, November 22, being released the 21, is when I went up to the SGPD, and retrieved my computer, but, in very unlikely fashion, I didn't write my first blog after a week, until, so, I would have written on Tuesday night, but the cat thing didn't happen until, Wednesday morning!  I believe I had, one blog, before my Thanksgiving one on the reason for the first actual, setting aside of the Thanksgiving holiday, for celebrating the new Constitution, that I wrote the day before, so everyone would have time to get a copy and read the document.  I didn't write on Thanksgiving, because I realized that my computer was so fucked up!  I almost quit my blog, I was so pissed.  I can't view my blog from my page of listed blogs, or while I am writing, now, they are putting my picture on, or connected with my computer and writing, erased or disenfranchised, within two weeks after starting my blog, back in 2013, when I noticed that my computer showed my pic, but my roommate's computer didn't show me, good old, Meryle!

THE CIA, IS THE MOST DOMINATED BY MORMONS, DUE TO INTERNATIONAL SPY SHIT BEING DONE IN COUNTRIES THAT DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH, THEREFORE, THE MORMON MISSIONARIES WITH LANGUAGE SKILLS ARE THE LIKELY CANDIDATES FOR ANY JOB, IN THE CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY, THEREFORE THE MOST SECRETIVE AND LIKELY TO DO WHAT THEY DID TO ME, DEPUTIZING ALL THE CHICKS, TO BE ME, MAKING THEM CIA AGENTS, WITH MY FATHER FORMER, OSS OR OSI, OFFICE OF STRATEGIC INTELLIGENCE, OR AN AIR FORCE SPY WHEN I WAS BORN IN CALIFORNIA, THE FORGOTTEN DAUGHTER, THAT, KAY BABY REPLACE, THEN, ALL MY AMAZING GIFTS, TALENTS, AND SKILLS, CULMINATING IN MY LEGAL CAREER, BEING ASSIGNED TO, DIVIDED UP AMONG, AND DISTRIBUTED TO, THE CIA FUCK BUDDIES, SO, THE MEN COULD HANDLE A FEMALE, ME, WHO IS FAR SUPERIOR TO ALL OF THEM, SO, IF THEY DIVIDE ME UP, AMONGST THE PUSSY CATS, THEY FEEL BETTER, ALL TOO INSECURE TO MARRY OR DATE, NORMAL WOMEN, THEY STEAL MY CREDENTIALS, AND BRAG THAT THEY ARE "ALL" MARRIED TO ME, JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., THE LEGEND! NICE, BUT NO DICE!

I AM, HERE, JUST HANGING WITH MY DAUGHTER, HER HUSBAND, AND HER THREE KIDS, IN BLOOMINGTON HILLS, GOING TO SOCCER GAMES, AND DOING FUN FAMILY STUFF, LIKE MY DAUGHTER MAKING DONUTS, AND TACO SOUP, WATCHING FUN, MOVIES, LIKE "HELL AND HIGH WATER" OR "BEDKNOBS AND BROOMSTICKS" WITH THE KIDS!  TODAY, IF THE WEATHER COOPERATES WE ARE GOING TO GO CUT DOWN A CHRISTMAS TREE, OUT ON THE ARIZONA STRIP, WHERE GRETA GOT A PERMIT TO CUT ONE!  BUT, AS DALLAS, REMINDED ME, AND THE KIDS ARE GETTING OVER GRANDMA, NOW COMING DOWN, TWICE IN THE LAST TWO MONTHS, THAT, LIKE FISH, FAMILY AND FRIENDS, GET TO STINK AFTER THREE DAYS AND THAT GOES BOTH WAYS . . . PEOPLE NEED THEIR OWN LIVES, AND TO DO WHAT THEY WANT!  I DIG THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE, LOVE MY BLOG, MORE THAN ANY  MAN, I HAVE EVER BEEN WITH, IT KEEPS ME LAUGHING, ENTERTAINED, INFORMED AND DIGGING ON LIFE, LOVE, THE U.S.A. AND THE WORLD, WATCHING IT UPFOLD WITH RAPTURE AND BEAUTY, IN THIS BEAUTIFULLY CRUEL WORLD, WE ALL SHARE, THE AIR, THE WATER, AND WANT THE SAME THINGS FOR OUR CHILDREN!

CATS AND COMPUTERS, DON'T MIX!

GET THE FUCK OUT!