Las Vegas PD Has a New Approach--Neighborhood BBQ--Now, What Did You Say Your Name Was?
I was in Las Vegas, last January, for a few days, and it didn't take the police long, in fact, less than 24 hours, to know exactly where I was staying, where I frequented, and my local hangouts--we are all creatures of habit, and I am no exception; I am just a bit more aware of the cops tactics, actions, reactions, surveillance options, and that they are creatures of habits as well. So, when I was there in January, I walked down to the Burger King, on Nellis Blvd, just north of the Echo Bay Condos, where my cousin lives, in a gated community, a bit more protected than where I usually stay, with access, surveillance from either the street or the air, so LVPD took a very aggressive stand, right off the bat, they were going to show me, who was in control of the city, and it sure as hell was not going to be me . . . they, cops nationwide, are very aware of the fact that I killed asset forfeiture, took out federal agents, sued the county, my house is in, for $56.7 million, and write a blog that pisses cops off to no end . . . and my recent comments on the situation in Ferguson, Missouri, with the shooting of yet another unarmed black teen, with a white cops doing the gunning down, and the show of power and force, with the show and tell, militarization of the police, just an alleged mystery to most people in the USA, were now, seeing, that is not just me shooting off my mouth and not bull shit!
As a Diet Coke addict, with some gas station attendants, and store owners know, who get to know their clientele or patrons, have come to know, is that DC is more addicting that both drugs and alcohol, and people are waiting at the doors, before opening with their gigantic mugs, waiting to get their morning fix. Waitresses and waiters also know, that most diners, will possibly request a re-fill; however, Diet Coke drinkers will want a refill about 8 times . . . with that in mind, once in town, I split to find the nearest watering hole, that just happened to be the BK, down the street. My cousin also paid me to leave, so he could have sex with his girlfriend, this control freak, actually has sex, once a week, on Tuesday mornings for about an hour and a half, REALLY! So, he paid me with what he knew I would leave for.
While I was standing in line, something came up that led me to tell a counter person, that I was a lawyer, and her husband had just been to court that day, and was ordered to pay $1,000 and do 100 hours of community service; she was convinced that he was innocent, and this was going to mess up her young families budget, and could I help. Of, course, bring in your husband's paperwork and let's see what I can do. On the way back, there were two suspicious looking cops, just standing by the canal, talking, and two squad cars . . . like I say, I always, always, error on the side of safety! They were not giving tickets, or detaining anyone, nor did there appear to be any reason, that to harass and intimidate me, as a show of presence, so that I don't stay in their jurisdiction. I go the other way, down to the corner, to get another Diet Coke, like I said, an addict; it is damn good that I was raised Mormon, and didn't get hooked on anything more potent than DC! For that I am grateful!
The Suspected Sting Op, By the Usual Suspects--Cops!
So, I go to BK the next day for my fix, and ask the girl if she brought her husbands, paperwork. Oh, he decided to take a plea agreement, something is up, a 180 degree turn. But, this is normal, cops don't even want me doing anything in their jurisdiction, especially, going into court, or getting interested in staying or building up a reputation, if I go to court, and their are 30 defendants in orange jumpsuits, I can steal every one of them away from their public pretender/defender, who is on contract at the graces of the prosecutors, who would never in a million years, offer a contract to me, they might have to try a case, now and again, rather than pleading every case out, baby splitting with the defense bar in town . . . charge 12 counts, when they couldn't even prove one, get them to plead to 6, so the defendant is relieved, and feels like that pretender/defender did a great job, or even a paid defense counsel, they got off, by the skin of their teeth, on that one! The judge doesn't have to sit through a trial, both sides don't have to prepare, or earn their keep, and everyone is happy! But, should they be, was justice done?
But, usually when I got to court, there is TNT, and the 30, orange suited defendants, see what real defense is, and they immediately want to jump ship, and do whatever it takes to get me to represent them! Not only do prosecutors hate me, but defense counsel does too, I can steal their clients. My son-in-law, used to say, if they, the criminal and civil bars, would pay you to shut up, and stop practicing law . . . you are every prosecutor, cop and judges, nightmare because you will keep fighting long after the money runs out, just for the sake of the win, for the principles that might be involved, and to defend the system you love! And he couldn't be more correct. A reputation like that spreads . . . I have actually, walked in court, and cut the judge, prosecutor and defense out of the picture, by cutting a deal or getting a stipulated agreement of payment with a gas station owner, who was robbed or was embezzled out of money from the til by my client to the tune of about $20,000 according to the client, and $300,000 according to the prosecutors. Hell, the $500 check the gas station owner got, was the first money he had seen in 3 years that both sides, and the court, and been fucking around, dragging my clients and the owner to court! The judge was dumb founded, and generally, that money or whatever the court collects, never makes it into the actual victim's hands, but goes as an offset to the court or the judicial district or into some surcharge fund!
Let's say, my reputation proceeds me, regardless of whether the money from my cases ever reached my hands, which it did not, but that is beside the point, you have the money gals, that CIA said were me, to steal the deal, and then there is me, who can still take a bit out of any jurisdiction system, upsetting long established, local practice! LOL! Let's say, I have a hell of a lot of power, clout, and influence, regardless of the money, or my very striped down situation . . . knowledge it POWER! And I have that, for sure! Things had changed, my services were no longer needed, a deal had been made, or she had to turn me in, rat me out, identify me to cops, or roll over on me, somehow . . . they don't care that I haven't done anything! Patriot Act insanity, cops have cart blanch power to do whatever in the hell they want, do whatever it takes, with no limits and no exceptions . . . and that includes death!
Failure to Show Up At BK, BK Girl Chases Me Down on Street With Cops Watching!
Being the rather, smart, sharp, experienced runner that I have become, I am wise to their ploys, games, enticements for anyone I meet, if not threats, and intimidation if someone, actually wants to protect me . . . all are forgiven, because I know, you basically have few options . . . a client from Vegas, actually emailed me yesterday, he is following me blog, didn't respond, new tactics? Anyway, I went to Planet Fitness, to work out, rather than indulging in BK, the cops fear my getting thin, because their chicks can't pull off being me anymore, I will actually look, like I used to . . . I can't wait until, I get in shape, and can actually say, FEAR THIS! I looked like the real Barbie, way more than any of the surrogates! LOL! That is why they are so vested in taking me down . . . they all have fucking crushes on the woman who took them down! I love it, and I promise, before they ever catch me, I will be thin! So, you can rest assured at the rate I am going, and they won't leave me alone long enough to use one of my three gym memberships, they will never catch me! LOL!
On the way back from the gym, this BK chick, who works the morning shift, suddenly shows up on the streets, near a bus stop, that I have to pass, between Planet Fitness and BK, and I noticed her, knew she should be working, so I walked by her, hoping she was not setting me up to identify me to the cops. I passed, and she yelled out my name, I ignored her, and she ran after me . . . if she doesn't rat me out, or identify me, hubby goes down. I finally, acknowledge her, and she told me that her husband and her discussed things and they decided to withdraw the plea and fight it like I told them they should do. Just as she was saying that, her eyes diverted to the streets, and just then, two cop cars, bolted by! Just as I thought, she was bought! I quickly finished my remarks and ditched out, before they could go through the parking lot and do whatever it is they had planned.
Shocking Family Reunion at BK the Next Day--BK Surrounded by Cops!
As I promised, I came down to play her game and cover . . . to my surprise, many members of her family, including her husband, her child, and aunt, grandma, and whomever, showed up for my apparent demise, and her husband's exoneration. You know, for some people, this is big time excitement, they get to be part of taking down a huge criminal like me! LOL! Do the cops tell them that I am wanted, have a bounty out, committed some horrendous crime, that I am a murderer, because they all take their job turning me in, or working with the cops, so serious, even friends, former clients, roommates, so whatever they are telling them, I have not done, and what I have done, would be due to them, or an infraction at best, and at worst, a misdemeanor of the lowest class; therefore, a total 50 state man or woman hunt, is to protect the cops, or the doubles, they want to be me . . . I would rather be beaten, if I were the cops, by a bad ass con law chick, that a biologist, a flight attendant, an average attorney, a history major, or a Mormon muffin, mom!
I go in every tentatively to BK, and the girl doesn't even acknowledge that I am there, so I just watch, something is up, and I am more than aware, but what . . . the story of my life at this point! Eventually, I didn't really see much within the fast food change, so, I thought, well, maybe I am mistaken, so I get up to leave and go to the bathroom. When I come out, there are cops, standing outside, on walkie talkies, or something like that . . . shit! Squad cars are hidden, behind the take out or drive thru, and who knows where all else. I hear the cop, say he is going into the woman's bathroom to check, as I sneak out the doors, right behind him, and slide across the parking lot, and off down the street! I think, the BK chick must have been told to call cops when I got up to go . . . and as pattern would have it, I usually stop to go to the bathroom after having free access to refills, and I have had about 3 large refills, going straight out my system, so not hard to figure out! But, they were busy checking bathrooms, or the girl didn't see where I went and she said I left, while I was in the bathroom, and they were waiting, and it was one of those God things, protections!
The BBQ Approach--Funny, the Night After I Get In Town--What Budget Can Feed Every Neighborhood in Las Vegas? Or, it was My Cousin Who Told Me About it . . . He Can Be in the Good Graces of Just Me, or 150 plus, Southwick Family Members, Who Actually Do Have My Money!
My cousin knows I like to eat, and out of the blue, some guy who seems tuned into the news, but never watches TV, never listens to the radio news, nor reads a newspaper, tells me that the cops are sponsoring a free BBQ, to get to know the people in the neighborhood. Now that sounds like a great community policing idea, actually, and might create some good vibes . . . but, you proves the budget issues? And is a hamburger worth, what lurks beneath the surface . . . and the cops, themselves may think they are catching some hard core criminal too; who knows what the feds, Utah cops, my enemies, or family has told them? This whole thing is shocking to me, alarming, seeing that precious tax payer monies are being expended on me? REALLY? Don't you have real criminals to catch, like the ones who are doing this to me, stole my money, poisoned me, took my home, my vehicles, my furniture, my cases, about $200 million worth of contingency fees, my practice, my law license, that was in good standing . . . what the hell!
But, I can see it all now, hey my name is Officer Friendly, your cop version of Mr. Rogers of Sesame Street, singing, I Want to be Your Neighbor! When in reality, you have G.I. Joe, with militarized tanks, M-Raps, and BearCats, hiding one street over! Hey, we are just doing our job, doing whatever it takes to shut you up, getting smarter, more crafty, and cleaver. To avoid another mistake, like the poor bastard they killed outside of Hamilton, Montana, around Halloween two years ago, thinking that Ford Taurus, that was under the Conoco/Philips awning, was me, while I waited for it to leave, finding it with wheels still turning, bumped off into the meridian, and 15 cop cars surrounding it, with my name and accident report posted on the Internet, almost 2 years ago, so we are going to actually make sure this is the real JoAnn . . . wouldn't want to kill the sisters, the doubles, or the T&A girls, what a tragedy!
Could I really trust them to actually cook me a hamburger, that was not tainted with arsenic or laced with cyanide, or some type of car fluid, they might slip me a Ruthie, some date rape bill, while making sure they are getting my name right . . . now you said your name was? Great, I need to go get some more potato salad, coming back with a bogus warrant from Iron County! Or perhaps a decoy stripper, pretending to pop out of a neighborhood cake, serving up handcuffs and warrants. Nah, I think I will skip the cop sponsored BBQ, but a really great idea, to recruit new confidential informants!
I really didn't notice much HEAT, until I took the innocent 18 year old Black's side, and his three credible first hand, eye witnesses, rather than the mystery friend of Officer Wilson, Joni, a nameless, faceless, friend, leaking a bull shit story, a spin, to make the public think that stealing cigars, was worthy of death, and of course, the cop buzz words of exoneration . . . even though I had a gun, a taser, could have called for back up, I was in eminent fear of death! Yeah, yeah, you, Zimmerman, the four cops policing the BART system, the four cops, who jumped Garner and choked him to death, Davis, Bell, and many others . . . hell, yeah, it makes obvious sense to me, that the armed officers, trained, should be the ones scared!
Obvious Cop Presence, Helicopters, Squad Cars, Cousin Sides With Cop!
The day after I wrote my scathing legal analysis and opinion on the Ferguson, Missouri situation, there was an obvious presence in or rather over Echo Bay Condos, on the streets and in my Cousin's place . . . I would have thought that someone who dated only black chicks, might be a bit more sensitive to the blight of inner city blacks, who are getting gunned down by white cops! Oh, hell no, he was adamant to defend the cop, regardless of the facts, of the witnesses, of our criminal justice system with rights, and blinded by rage, when I, who had been watching the news, almost nightly, and throughout the day, dared suggest that the cop gunned him down, after chasing him down, opening his car door, hitting the kid, and even with his hands up, shot him four more times, twice as he was falling to his death! He would hear nothing of that, until, I slammed the living hell out of his arguments . . . where the fuck was he getting his information?
Echo Bay, has a one mile track inside the gate, along with a swimming pool, and I had ditched the dancing, for the early morning walk and swim, as much as I like dancing, going until 2 to 5 a.m., is going beyond the mark for me. But, the morning after my comments of the militarization of cops, murder by cop, and such, I noticed a helicopter just hovering across the street from where I was walking on the track . . . I tried to convince myself, that this was a traffic reporting helicopter, but it didn't have marking of a TV or radio station on it, and there was not much traffic yet, nor was that street ever wall to wall traffic, even at the height of the commute, busy, but not that busy. But, I dismissed it, as whatever, until, I told my cousin, I was going to do my blog at the William S. Boyd, Law School, on the UNLV Campus . . . after writing, I believe another blog on the Ferguson issues, I noticed a group of helicopters circling over the campus, time and time again, several bike cops, rode around me, and when I was leaving campus, four campus cops, followed, or escorted me off the grounds . . . oh, and I forgot, as I got off the bus on Tropicana and Nellis, there was a motorcycle cop, waiting right as I stepped off the bus!
I Told My Cousin, He Was a Sexual Predator, Used Shelley's Name to Get Out of Town, Returned the New Computer I Bought at Walmart, and Booked it Out of Town, Catching the 1:40 a.m., Bus! Protesters in Ferguson, I Feel Your Pain--This is for Exercising my Right to Free Speech!
Officer Friendlies to G.I. Joes! I decided, turn about is fair trade, since Shelley has been using my ID for year, and Rachel, Sue, Tiffany, Kay, Kelley Ann, and who in the hell else, it was about time I quit fighting to be me, JoAnn, since they either didn't want to believe that I am the one and only, or knew, but were part of the assassin squad, going after me, to leave the mob, Mormons, Mitt, Men in Black, free access to, what should be, my vast fortune, including my son's music, from God's Revolver & Maraloka! And, I think, by a stroke of luck, it was good, I used sis's name, for once, because the Kiosk was blocked . . . Shelley, knows how to hack even the most complicated systems, or if she can't, the NSA, can! I tried this very simple ticket making machine three times, even tried putting in another $100 bill!
Finally, I had to go to the ticket counter, and the guy printed me up a ticket for $30 bucks, and I break my trip up, pay as I go, was going to use all of my sister's different names, hoping theirs would go undetected, and I have a ticket I purchased, or my client from Spokane purchased for me, Lynda Buck, that is just sitting in the Missoula Bus Terminal, for about $70, as back up, so if I miss a part of the journey back to Kalispell, I haven't cheated, just fudged a bit, tit for tat, but covered the money, just didn't want the tracking, a matter of life and death! Literally! But, the ticket guy, did come over to me, and say, Shelley, and at first, I didn't respond, not being Shelley, and not trained to be anyone other than me, myself, and I, JoAnn . . . not a very smooth crook, or liar, but he had to check my ticket, I was afraid they caught me using her name, but he said, he just had to report, why the Kiosk didn't work, but that didn't make sens . . . I think, they, knew I would be leaving via bus, and wanted to block me leaving, thought they had be sequestered in prison, in cousin's compound, and that was like prison, too! But, I had another great escape . . . and was dumb enough to act like I didn't know what was going on, and so did the ticket master!
Suspicious Bus Driver, Waited Way Too Long For Me . . . Dee, Law Enforcement Welcome Wagon, Feds Tracking Me in Parowan--Home Town!
I haven't dared visit the crime scene in either St. George, nor Parowan, the sites of the government takings, without compensation of my life, home, etc., twice in a year without, 5th amendment compensation, a current market value for the homes, for two years, three for St. George! Last year, I thought, I would go incognito, into Cedar City, Utah, and try to make it to my home in Parowan, to check out the house, make sure a cop, Shelley, aka, JoAnn, Allan, aka, Frank, or someone wasn't living in my home! Someone said, Judge John Walton moved in my house in St. George . . . no surprise, he held secret hearings, seemed in cahoots with Shelley over house issues, stopped the case, not finished and allowed Washington County Constables to take my house, after cleaning it out, with Shelley, telling me, that she thought the constables thought that she was me . . . surprise, surprise, surprise . . . no, Shelley, you were just part of the plan, 8 months, staying in the house, making it look like there was only one woman, not two that lived there! You at least used me, my furniture, my money, to pay for the judgement of $33,000 against you and Rachel, without me being named a defendant, because I had nothing to do with your little charades, games, theft, because I play by the rules, actually did all that I said I did!
So, the last time I tried to see my house, four highway patrol cars, showed up, in military precision, with two officers each, pulling into Subway, in Cedar City, the one by Sinclair Gas Station and Crystal Inn, coming in to intimidate me, and when that didn't work, and I decided to jump the next bus north to Montana and get the hell out of Utah, Iron County, especially, the boys tried to run me down, or hit me in the parking lot! I had plane tickets to Utah, at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and tried to come at Easter, didn't get on the planes, and got down to Utah on the Salt Lake Shuttle, and turned right around at Salt Lake City, and came back, I didn't have a good feeling . . . I ought to be compensated for about $400 per month or more travel, due to cops for the last 2 years! But, either the driver was CIA, FBI, or someone alerted him, although he was trying not to give anything away, he did by waiting for about an hour, when I disappeared behind the TA Truck Stop, hiding behind a strange, free standing fence, wanting to walk into town, and check out my house!
Bus Leaves Port, Strange White Car Acting Like Stopping to Give Me A Ride Into Town, Then Leaves, After Seeing Me, Then Someone, Looking a Lot Like Shelley, Drives to the TA . . . Next Comes the U.S. Marshals, Sheriffs, Several Police, Sheriff Again, Police; Undercover Cop in Parowan Cafe, Ditch Out, Scott Holyoak Comes to the Rescue, Drives Me Around, Cop Flips Me the Bird! Another Great Escape! Whoops, Feds Show up in Three's at TA!
Dee Richarsson, is my former client/husband, Allan Rex Bess's, cousin, slash, confidential informant, magically shows up every time I cross through Parowan, he is sitting at the TA, letting someone know, that I am in town, and I might be heading to the house, or into town . . . definitely a spy. He used to work setting up conventions in Vegas, for trade shows, or concerts, so I was surprised that he was sitting their a month earlier, when I was going south to Las Vegas, and then again right when Scott and I showed up for me to get on the next Salt Lake bus, four hours later . . . not a good sign! I informed Dee, that I found out while in Missoula, that there was not a death certificate issued for Allan . . . Frank of InterPol, collecting his Veterans Benefits and Social Security? I believe Shelley, is doubling up on my Social Security, she tried to get it for 14 years, and just last year, after having it post the same day I get the money, it posts a week earlier, and I can't have access until the third Wednesday of the month, as always, but why does int post a week early . . . when they steal, they ride double, and try to take things outright, but if that doesn't work, the government, makes it look as close to the real target as possible, without going noticed!
I tell Dee to get a hold of someone, Christa Bess, who the real Allan loved, married to his cousin, Joe, if memory serves, and who took care of Allan, the real's, finances; however, when Frank and Shelley, teamed to kill, Allan, and become, respectively, JoAnn & Allan, didn't get me, but they did Allan, Frank, essentially fired or ran Christa off, or paid her, and she was no longer in the picture . . . but I told Dee to tell Max Allger, the alleged estate representative, Frank, aka., Allan, used to cut me out of the house, after I sank $60K into it, and claimed that Frank gave it to Max, who wanted that house so bad, but only after I fixed it up . . . he was a childhood friend of Allan's, but he had a nephew in the Gunnison Prison, and I am sure he threw his friend under the bus, jealous of him and me, and now the house . . . Frank and Shelley, gave him a way to steal the house, or protect if for the frauds, while using the cops to drive me out of the town, putting the whole town under Martial Law, to silence those whom I was writing to, telling them of the fraud! But, Dee said he hated Max, was not on speaking terms with him, so I told him to tell Christa, she could make sure that there was a death certificate! Shelley and Frank, partners in crime, always after the easy money, getting something for nothing!
This is where the Cheek et al v. Garrett et al, Iron County Corruption Case for $56.7 million comes in, with Judge John Walton, Shelley, and Scott Garrett coming in, along with the staged suicide of Frank, aka, Allan . . . county attorneys have to determine the cause of death, homicide, suicide . . . Scott was let off the case, by Judge Ted Stewart, after Kelley Ann Booth, with Shelley's help, and the crew of bandits, all used their power, connections and influence, and they let, Scott the "king pin" of the orchestrated conspiracy against Shane, Haylee, and Travis, off the case? And it was reported in the Spectrum Newspaper of St. George, in an article, about a lawsuit, between Misty and Dennis Cheek, dragging me into the mix, going against, Brian Adamson, close friend of Rachel, Judge John Walton, and Shelley, all involved in the house takings, probably ruled Frank/Allan's death a suicide, but never turned in a death certificate to the county he is over, with brother Garrett, a coronor for the same county, easy! And Frank collects Allan's Social Security & VA Benefits, Shelley gets double mine, and also showed up in court as me, with the help of Judge Michael Westfall, an old girlfriend of Shane's and Travis's, actually saw her in court, and was a cell mate with me, when Iron County jailed me, after they took my gold Ford Ranger, insured by State Farm, Amy Insurance, the one over by the Cedar City, Walmart . . . also the piece of evidence that was stolen, just a week or two ago, in Las Vegas . . . either by Edward, who argued that I didn't have it when I came down, really, check the evidence at the St. George, McDonalds on Bluff St., I don't have ID, so I tried to use my social or my Medicare card as government proof . . . no go, but they did take my name, should be on paper, behind the Greyhound Bus desk!
They also took my key to my apartment with Tony Osthemeier's in Missoula, how can Shelley, or whomever be me, if I have all the proof, I was the one who wrote the Internet Sheriff, during the Bundy v. BLM, where Shelley did his blog, and at the bottom of the blog, his said, powered by blogger . . . and it went directly into my blog, without passwords or anything, Shelley and CIA, NSA, FBI access! I wrote a blistering blog, dissing Shelley, Bundy, Southwick family, Utah State Bar, US Federal District Bar, Utah, Mormon Church! This is illegal, unlawful, unconstitutional, and downright criminal, even if the government ordered or called that fucker Frank and bitch Shelley, and the whole crew to duty, this is theft of a life, and all the work it took, they get their shitty ass lives, not mine! Nor my son's . . . Shelley can't raise a good kid, without getting the cops to cover her sorry ass as a mother, and the Southwick hell whole also is in on this, and they are one for the money, infiltrating my family stealing my kids, and grand kids, total bull shit, and they are all fucking criminals!
Lucky for me, there were three bus drivers going to Salt Lake City, one who I could tell was going to give me grief, but the TA clerks knew me, made sure I got on the bus, and the other two drivers, did also, so there wasn't much the bribed driver could do! So fuck you! Scott stayed around to make sure I didn't need him more, but he even referred, when talking about me, and my Utah Constitution & Fun Facts, as JoAnn Secrist, rather than you, which seemed strange, Scott would have to be in on the charade with Shelley, remember, everyone needs money, every would help the government if they thought, for one second that I was the criminal . . . especially, in Mormondumb! The money is big, the conspiracy deep and wide . . . or Scott's wife, could be in on it, or Shelley is Frank's wifey, awe, isn't that cute, Isaac sure had fun with Frank, when he was pretending to be Allan, up at the cabin, probably shared with any dirty cop involved, great, authentic cabin! 236 Scoots Creek, Cabin #1, Panguitch Lake, Utah, if I remember the address . . . the wife of the deceased, under the presumption, gets everything, because all real property is considered being held in joint tenancy . . . I am sure, Judge Walton, Westfall and Garrett, figured out a way to get around that issue, but they, didn't turn in a county death certificate to Vital Statistics! LOL!
Just one of those little details that would have fucked up the VA and Social Security . . . they used the fake death, to bring me into Parowan, to try to lock me up and wrap up the details, covering their asses! That is why, Edward and David, renter from Beaver Dam, were so critical to get my Social Security Card, I had since I was 16, Shelley was using a fake, one she had acquired back in about 2004, from my father sending her my driver's license and ID card, plus my Social Security card, until I caught her with all my ID! My father even gave my car to Jesse, after I let Shelley drive, he is to be, Chris, my son, taking the oldest son's place, rather than the logical switch of ownership, from mother, me to my son, Christian! But that didn't work for the rest of the substitution--Isaac is Elliot, Jesse is Chris, Shelley is me, and now, we are all buried, several levels deep, as I got back into my life. I believe, Frank was long around before, he and Shelley murdered Allan, there was a familiarity with Shelley and Brett, my second husband, who substituted in Kay, and Shelley, Isaac and Frank, aka, Allan.
Rachel's Sudden Liking for Allan (Frank) Her Mentor at the CIA!
Once, I sent Rachel and Scottie, her youngest son, a fat boy, unlike my son's, whom they are claiming as Rachel's . . . even if they say they are, money, money, money, spousal peace, peace, peace, but I had Rachel stop to get a check or at least try to get a $300 check, the only pay, I had ever taken up to that point, and that was after Allan, the real was out of jail, and before the house in St. George was stolen . . . Rachel and Scottie were both scared to go up to the dilapidated house, that was offered to me free, a year before . . . with the touch of the master's hand, me, on both house, everyone wanted them back! But, Rachel stopped and was creeped out by Allan, the house, and the conditions, dark, all brown . . . turned bright, colorful and beautiful by me!
After I sunk $60,000 and months of paying local jail birds, right out of jail to work on the house, including, Shelley's son, Isaac, who had regularly been in jail, but mommy had connections, so after she teamed with Brett, Frank, Jack, Daddy and crew, things go much easier . . . but, Rachel and Kay Mooseman, stopped by on their way to St. George and Disneyland, she actually asked to go say hi to the alleged Allan, sequestered up in his room to curtail his chain cigarette smoking . . . I was shocked, I said, why would you wnt to see Allan aka Frank? Oh, I just want to say hi to him . . . I didn't know you were that tight! Well, in retrospect, they were, Rachel had disappeared for about two years, when I first came out of the PIX disease and was doing political stuff, and getting left out of family parties! Another JoAnn, like Kay? Oh, Kay's homepage, is still under construction! LOL! Ever since, I linked her, Mitt, and the closure of my Brock et al v. Herbert et al case, for $357 million . . . not chump change! Planning on taking on the world! LOL! What a bunch of dumb asses, but there was enough money to do it!
Back in Kalispell--Getting My Old Computer Back & Boost Phone Messed With!
I purposefully bought a phone out of my ordinary pattern or habit, of getting Straight Talk at Wally's World . . . with unlimited text and phone! I bought the lowest level Boost Mobile phone, with $30 worth of minutes, which is never enough! But, I was hoping my old phone, that disappeared after I left Kalipsell, for the Beartooth Mountains, until there were two puddles of blood, fresh blood, on the highway, with no carcases, thinking it might be under the seat of John's car, so I knew that the Boost was just a temporary replacement phone, knowing Boost doesn't have service in Kalispell anyway, here is my phone number, both for that matter, 702.860.5852 and 406.407.3302 . . . which is the phone linked to my computer, so imperative they get control of, but also worried to let it get out that there is another JoAnn S. Secrist, down in Vegas . . . Edward will lie to say it is Shelley, you see, they stay where they are, and just use computers and lies to cover their asses, I have to actually leave, spend the money, and go! Fuck I am tired! But a necessary evil, to separate, long enough, so that perhaps the good guys, who are trying to figure out this maze of intricacy out, can actually see there are two, and one is flying if needed, when I can ditch them and one is going by boat, plane, train, and bus . . . with little money!
My Home Entertainment Center for Blogging, Movies, & Music--Oh, Hell NO!
So, I had been asking John and DJ Clark to send me my computer for and entire month! I called, sent text, even told them to use the $100 I paid to couch surf on the cost of the $12.99 flat rate shipping costs . . . they never sent. Now, allegedly, DJ, is right out of jail or prison, for conversion of property while working at a local motel, so not a good one to leave my computer with, or trust to send, and also someone who is on the computer, non-stop, doing social media and trying to solve local crimes, could be or seemed undercover to me. But when I showed up, unexpectedly, as I do, I asked him for my computer . . . he lied and said he didn't have it, that it was at his friend's house . . . I think he knew I was going to get it, or he was looking like shit, and I told John I would turn him into his PO officer, he had plenty of chance to get it to me, and since all my forms of ID were now gone, the only thing that linked me to my blog, was my computer, so he was going to get his dick cut off and knifed to the wall if he didn't give it to me . . . he reluctantly turned it over, but without the charger!
I spent $400 getting here, so I am getting the damn computer! I bought one, but decided that if I had to leave anyway, I would return the machine and get the money to buy the tickets! But, DJ, who is great at computers, seemed dismayed that he couldn't get into my stuff, without my password, but he could get into my computer through a guest option. But is bugged the hell out of him, he likes to be a voyer on his girlfriend's life, and others associated with her, and I could tell, he felt he had the skills to get in, but was not successful in a month's time. So, he asked to see my phone, which I told him I couldn't get access, he said he might be able to do it, and to give me my access code, so I did, 195401, and he messed around for about an hour. Later, he asked me if he could get on my computers, and put new apps, make me more secure, send me into the dark web or the deep Internet . . . no! I am too stupid to get back, and I am fine with things the way they are. He kept telling me to trust him! NO, NO, NO . . . I don't even trust my own kids and parents, so NO!
He said he was the one who smoothed the road, for John, that many people were nervous with me in town . . . the only ones who would be nervous, is those who took bribes, lied, or fucked me over. Nobody else had any reason, I have never hurt anyone, and leave if I think that I may cause someone harm! So what is up with that statement . . . Shelley and crew freaking out, cops freaking out, locals, who lied, water compact, Kalispell, who I called out in my blog! Who would worry and why, with me coming back to town unannounced, which is precisely why I do things that way! You are not helping yourself here bud! But, after I left, I tried to call one of my kids, or John, and all my contacts had been erased . . . what the fuck! This little cop fucker had gotten access to my phone and erased all evidence that I was in Vegas, taken all of my contacts, especially proof of my contact and conversations with my kids, stopping to see Chris, and also telling Chris and Nicole, how upset I was over losing my houses, and rarely do I cry, but I told them both, I was crying! Cops getting a bit of guilt, I am no criminal! Good God, you better punish these assholes! He says he will meet us in the battle field, but I am ready for some carnage!
It feels good to have my computer back, the only thing I have left, besides, this sexy body, one set of clothes, and a purse, without ID. If cops stop me, they can figure out who I am, I have no fucking proof, can't get a California birth certificate, probably intercepted in route, after I paid with my MoneyCard, so they can say, they have a right to it, no Social Security, no Medicare, Shelley needed that proof, probably has cancer, or I fucking hope so, and I hope that fucking Frank, Rachel, family, and kids, if they are fucking lying also, all rot in fucking hell, I am getting sick and tired of this total fucking bull shit! Good God, reign down hell fire and bloodshed on these assholes . . . Christ said, whom is my mother, father, sister, brother, and I will add children, those who do the will of the Father . . . and he is just not going this far! FUCK YOU ALL!
