Saturday, May 12, 2018

CELEBRATE MOM. WIN. ALL-STAR MOM. MOM'S RENTALS! SEATTLE SEAWOLVES. SPEARFISHING. A FLASH MOB. THE TALES OF BLOODY MARY. EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE A LEGEND IS REBORN. RAVEN STRATAGEM. PAGAN PAGES. DARK IMMOLATION. WARRIOR KING. ODYSSEY ONE. CHICK TECH. UBREAKIFIX. DR. HAPPY. STAND OUT. ONE FOR ONE. OMINO. THE PRODUCE GUYS. PODS OF KILLER ORACAS. DIRTY ROYCE. TRAITOR QUEEN. GET OUT! PEGANS OF THE PATCH. ICY COLD HOT TUB. NOT DEAD YET. ROOT SPORTS. NICE. THE BLOGGER! LOL. SO NOT TITS & ASS. CLUTTER. DIRT EXCHANGE. GET YOUR DIRTY. GET YOUR CLEAN. SLIDER. THE PLAYERS. APPLE CAR PLAY. ALL ABOUT HIS BED. SUPER GOOSE IPA. 5 GUYS BURGER & FRIES. PEP BOYZ. GREASE MONKEY. PIT STOP. WILD PATAGONIA PINK SHRIMP. GET WITH A PUNCH OF ROCK. MIKE'S. TRY A BIG ASS BOWL OF CHILI! WE'VE GOT A STRANGE MAGIC. SLEEP ON IT FOR 100 NIGHTS. MEN'S ROOM. DRINK BEER. GRAB SOME PINTS. LOL. MARINERS. A WANNA FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL. ANIMALS DON'T BUTT-FUCK. TO BE WITH ME--YOU HAVE TO BLEED BABY--AND IT'S NOT ABOUT LOVE. LYRICS. NO THANKS. NEED NOT APPLY! HELPING YOU TRACK ME--FOLLOW MY DEBIT CARD: (1) DIVA ESPRESSO. 7:00 AM; (2) BUS RT 5 GREENWOOD TO DOWNTOWN SEATTLE; (3) MCDONALD'S MAKING MORNINGS BETTER; (4) RT D SEATTLE TO BALLARD, LA FITNESS; (5) DIET COKE, MIKE'S BURGER, BASKET OF FRIES; (6) CASH ONLY. ATM. TERMINAL # BC1671, 5/12/2018, 1:49:33 PM; (7) RT D BALLARD TO SAFEWAY; RT 45 BALLARD TO GREENWOOD; RT 5 GREENWOOD AT 85TH TO GREENWOOD LIBRARY STOP ACROSS FROM DIVA ESPRESSO; (8) GREENWOOD LIBRARY, COMPUTER #16, TIME NOW, 3:22 PM, 5/12/2018. COLD DAYS. --JIM BUTCHER. THE BOOK OF JHEREG. BRIEF DISCUSSION ON AGE AS IT RELATES TO LAW, RULES, THE REASONABLE MAN AND WOMAN, SWIM STRENGTH & ETIQUETE . . . WHAT IS NORMAL AND WHAT IS NOT . . . THIS IS NOT NORMAL! PROLOGIX. ELLIOT BROIDEE. KISS.

LAS VEGAS HIT MAN; DIRTY ROYCE GOOSE BUTT; LOCKED AND LOADED, COP CHICK?

CADILLAC EL DOREDO, LIMITED EDITION

AURORA LA FITNESS POOL

I have found, that most laws, rules, ordinances, codes, regulations, for the most part, are basically, logic, ethics, courtesy, accommodation, equality, inclusion, balanced by rights, liberties, freedom, privileges, protections, all amounting to the "reasonable person standard."  Now, this is normal behavior, when, I go swimming at LA Fitness: (1) people walk into the pool area; (2) they check the three lanes for swimming, water aerobics, and freestyle water exercise: (3) there are three lanes, with a dividing line, down the middle, that should there be more people, than 3, one per one lane, people, will, next, look, to see, if there is someone, who, is amenable, to sharing a lane with them . . . they don't really have a choice, but some people are more, welcoming, than others, particularly, with people, who are participating in similar forms of exercising, i.e., swimmer with swimmer; lane water aerobics, with another person, taking up a lane or half a lane for, water aerobics; (4) there are times, however, of high traffic swims and limited, time, say, right about, 5:00 PM, when people are stopping by to take a quick swim, before, going home from work, or early mornings before work, with, just a short time frame to get it done! (5) normally, all things considered, if there is a person, in say the first lane, and the second lane, is empty or free, and lane three is being used, the new person, will, automatically, take the free lane without anyone in it, especially, at very low swim traffic times, like in the middle of the day: (6) then, there is the vanity factor, of hair, make-up, or fear of water, and wanting to be near the side of the pool; (7) on a rare occasions, there is a time when, there are three swimmers, or three water exercisers in one lane, and when there are swimmers, they try to get a lane with two other swimmers, who, swim at the same speed as they do, and there is a rule, that, if there are two swimmers, doing lap swimming, and a third person, comes, or has been waiting for a long time, the three will all swim, the same way and in a circle . . . I have once, seen, four swimmers, all friends, all of similar talent and speed, and used to seeing each other, doing a four swimmer, Round-Robin.  Perfect.  Usually, there are no problems and people are extremely kind, giving, and many will sacrifice their time, lane, to accommodate, other swimmers.

STRANGE MUSIC

So, on Thursday, getting to the gym early, and having moved and worked through, the Universal Circuit, of about 40 or so machines, I was so happy to get to the pool, to find, that, it was almost empty!  I love having my own, lane . . . there may have been someone in all three lanes, but, it seemed that, within minutes, I had my own, lane, and the middle lane was also, empty.  This Danny DeVito, character, short, wearing, a light orange, wife-beater or sleeveless shirt, and shorts, hair, pulled back into a pony tail, with a Frier Tuck, type, bald spot, on the top of the dudes, black grey hair.  He comes in, and puts his, grey water bottle, with small, square windows, on the glass, a rubber cover, and places, it in my lane?  What the fuck?  There is an empty lane?  I hate feeling crowded, sharing, or being put-upon, if I don't need to and there is no rational basis, for this crowding . . . if it is obvious, why this person, would need to share my lane with me, come on in, absolutely, no argument.  The guys comes down, the stairs, and I am thinking, maybe he just put the water bottle there, so, he could, get in the water, and he would move into the middle empty lane.  NO!  What is wrong with these clueless people???????? 
 
I have a pistol temper, that goes, from, reasonable person standard, and fine, to there is no fucking reason, for me to share with this dirt bag, so why the fuck is he in my fucking lane?  With 20 years of encroachment on my life, my family, my legal practice, my houses, my health, my everything, there is a shit load of rage and adrenaline, that takes my passions from, 0 to 120 degrees, hot, pissed, ready to rip your fucking head off, with shit that I can see no reason for, and with the hits, the assassins, and cops, whatever, that I have been threatened by, from the first day, I joined, LA Fitness, I have good reason, to not want to watch my back, look over my shoulder, or have to worry about some short ass, fucker, in my lane!  THERE IS NO REASON, AND I AM A RATIONAL BEING.  The guy, slime bag, starts down, the lane, and I am, totally, pissed, with the free lane, I had make-up on, and a hat, so I was not going to go under the floating, connected, lane dividers, for this ugly asshole, who, has stupid hair, and no reason, to be in with me!
 
I thought, just calm down, maybe he is retarded, clueless, or just fucking stupid, and can't see, that there is no good reason, for two people to share, one lane, when, there is a free lane . . . so, I am just simmering, at best, but, having to watch this shit-dick!  As I come, back down to the far side of the pool, now, this is a better pool, can be seen by the office, or with window outside, if there is someone paying attention, which, they are NOT!  But, the dude, moves his ugly, hairy, shrimp, body, with his head in the corner, and his legs, floating, across the whole lane?  THIS IS NOT NORMAL!  I move into, the other side of the lane, to avoid him, or any part of his ugly face or feet!  He then, moves, his body, the opposite way?????  WHAT-THE-FUCK-EVER!  I am getting progressively more and more pissed at this idiot!  I kept turning, to look at him, and, look at what I am doing.  One the way back down, he does a similar, pissing, move, back and forth, to just piss me off . . . on the second, time back down, I pick up, some water weights, made of plastic, but, they are heavy and surely, a protection, and a weapon, that if this fuck, acts, stupid, one more time, I am going to crack him, on the head . . . finally, I said, WHY DON'T YOU MOVE INTO THE MIDDLE LANE?  IT IS EMPTY.  I WAS GONIG TO SAY, ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE WATER????

INVISIBLE PLANETS!

I am no shrinking violet, and dude, is shocked, by my anger, force, and shear, annoyance, by him, in MY lane!  The guy, cringing in fear, or at least being taken back, by, my voice, a very, very strong, voice, that tells him, this is not going where you want and hope it will!  He kind of hunkered into the water, and said, he had, issues with, breathing, and he needed to be, close to the side of the pool?  So,then, why, didn't you just stay in one side of the lane?  The plastic dividers, are, almost as hard and solid as the cement!  He could easily, grab onto the divider, so, what?  I was so pissed, I couldn't make eye contact with him, again!  He still acted, so strange, moving slow and deliberate, creepy, crawly, and weird.  I am energized, fast, and on the move all the time!  The thought is this is a hit man, he is either being paid, to cut me with a knife, maim, me, stick me with a poison needle, or use some other new type of killing mechanism . . . it was all too strange.  I didn't stop.  Finally, this fucking creep, so not the type to be coming to the gym, got out.  Then, it struck me, that he looked a hell of a lot, like, a former client, from, Las Vegas, who had deep ties with the mafia, and I believe his mother, was somehow connected to the mob.  Brandon Arduino, came to mind . . . he bonded with, Allan Rex Bess, aka, Frank of Interpol, or mob, hooked with Shelley, bikers, mobsters.  Calling in old favors?  Brandon was the ONLY client, who could, find me, after, my St. George, Utah, house was, stolen, by Washington County, gang bang, by, cops, prosecutors, judges, in the 5th judicial district, where, I was representing, Brandon, on a case . . . run out of the states, before, I could take his case, against, the IRON COUNTY SHERIFFS AND COPS!  AGAIN . . .
 
DOMO: GOOD FOR THE COMPANY! CIA.  I remembered his, collectors, car, a CADILLACE EL DOREDO, anniversary edition, part of the case, accident, where his son was killed and thrown from the car, with the cops, charging him, for negligent homicide, for being under influence of drugs, they thought, led to the reason for the accident, when, Brandon, said he was side-swiped, by a paint truck, and sent him, down in to the meridian, with his 13 year old son, waking from sleep, grabbing the wheel, for his much smaller father, and over-correcting the Caddy, ending up, rolling the car, and throwing his son from the car, out the back window!  I thought, was that, Brandon, coming back to kill me, for taking off?  How would he know where I was, but how did he know, where I was before, when, the cops, took my house?  I took, a whole day, and helped him, lay out his whole case, talking issues, angles, the law, and doing, all I could, during a time, when, I was heading to the United States Supreme Court and had three cases up on appeal, with a ton of criminal law, family, law and cases and clients, lining up, some waiting a year and a half to have me represent them.  So, in reality, he had never paid me a fucking dime and it was the government, I believe in fear of all my cases, line up and waiting, that could have taken down the government, with me #2 in the nation for civil rights defense.  GOD INTEL, CONFIRMED, THROUGH THE SYMBOLISM OF THE CAR, BOTH YESTERDAY AND AGAIN, TODAY, WHEN, I WAS THINKING OF THIS LAST FEW DAYS, ALL FUCKED UP!  THIS IS NOT NORMAL!  

SORRY, ONLY 10 MINUTES LEFT, SO DIRTY ROYCE . . . YOU ALREADY, SORT OF KNOW ABOUT . . . WARNING . . . OLD AGE, ON YOUR VICTIM, I AM NOT YOUR NORMAL, OLDER WOMAN, BUT, I AM 63, WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IT OR NOT, JUST LIKE THE JUDGE WHO, ONLY SENTENCED A JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER WHO HAD SEX WITH, SOMEONE HE THOUGHT WAS, 18, WHEN SHE WAS 15 . . . JUDGE GOT THE WHOLE FUCKING WOMAN SUPPORT GROUPS, FROM N.O.W. THE NATIONAL ORGANIZATION OF WOMEN, TO MOMS AGAINST DRUNK DRIVERS, EVERYONE, SCREAMING, THAT, THE JUDGE'S SUBJECTIVE, GUESS OR RULING, REFLECTING, A POSSIBLE CONSENTUAL SEX WITH THIS YOUNG GIRL, WAS NOT GOING TO FLY AND HE WAS TRASHED, NATIONWIDE, AND IF I WERE, A WEAK OLDER WOMAN, RATHER THAN, SOMEONE, WHO, COULD KICK YOUR FUCKIING ASS FOR THAT TRICK . . . I COULD, ADD, ELDER ABUSE, SEXUAL ASSAULT, AND THAT WOULD, SURELY, FUCK YOU MORE, THAN, SOME 40 YEAR OLD COULD DO.  I AM NOT NORMAL!  CRIMINAL DEFENSE, HAS TAKEN ME PLACES, MORE WOMEN AND MEN, WILL NEVER GO . . . AS HAS, THE LAST 6 YEARS, OF NON-STOP COP HARASSMENT, ASSASSINS, AND HITMEN!  ON A SCALE OF ONE TO TEN, NOT MUCH!  NO HARM, ACTUALLY, BY THE TIME I GOT OVER THE SHOCK, IT KIND OF TURNED ME ON, BECAUSE, I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT HOW YOU DID IT?  TALENTED, OR CREEP?

TODAY, SOME COP CHICK, JEALOUS?  CAN TO THE LA FITNESS, BALLARD POOL, DIDN'T DO THE NORMAL, COURTESY, AND ASK IF SHE COULD JOIN, ME AND SOME GUY, BOTH DOING WATER AEROBICS, SHE JUST GOT IN THE POOL, SAID, THE "RULES" SAY, THAT SWIMMERS, HAVE TO SWIM IN CIRCLES WHEN THERE ARE 3 SWIMMERS . . . THE OPERATIVE WORD, IS "SWIMMERS" . . . THERE WERE TWO, LANES OF SWIMMERS AND SHE CHOSE, THE LEAST LIKELY TO BE DOING THE SAME THING?????  NOR WOULD WE BE GOING THE SAME SPEED!  BITCH.  I WAS PISSED, AND MY COMPUTER IS GOING TO DIE . . . THE OLDER MAN, GOT OUT WHEN HE SAW, THREE PEOPLE, EVEN THOUGH HE WAS FIRST TOO . . . SO WHEN WE GOT TO THE OTHER END, I TURNED TO HER AND SAID, STAY ON THE LEFT SIDE, BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!  


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