UNIQUE OBSESSION: THE PERFECT MOTHER, FBI OR SECRET SERVICE, INTERNET CRIMES . . . FUN TOPICS ON THE EAGLE TRANSIT BUS THIS MORNING, GUY/GIRL STUFF, STUDENTS, WALMART WORKERS, AND ME, AN ATTORNEY . . . FUN STUFF! IT IS MUCH MORE FUN TO RIDE THE BUS, TRAIN, OR PLAIN, BECAUSE THERE ARE PEOPLE TO TALK TO, LEARN FROM, LAUGH WITH, SHARE PERSONAL STORIES WITH, AND JUST TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS, SOCIAL HOUR . . . I DIG IT! THE TALE OF RAVEN WRATH BONE VS. JOANN OF SUNNYBROOK FARMS! BIG DIFFERENCE! LOL! DON'T BUY THE FRAUD BROAD!

Rose's Plot Thickens

The other day on the bus, me and an older gentleman, who is taking some computer classes up at Flathead Valley Community College, located here in Kalispell, Montana, was hearing my tales of computer woes over the years, starting with the time back in the early 80's, when I decided to go back to college, and was unfortunate enough to enroll in a computer programming class.  I had an assignment, that by all intents and purposes, should have been easy, it consisted of an eleven line program, the very basics of programming, and that took me 6 fucking hours, on the old main frame computers, that took up entire buildings, with monitors hooked into them.  I had small children at home, and getting stuck in a circle in programming, was not working for me, and my children's schedules, and I hated it, and vowed to never touch another computer in my life, who could have predicted the future of computers, as I am typing away on my notebook computer!  LOL!

When PCs came out, I refused to waste our families finances of a home computer . . . now my husband, at the time, who was a city planner, would have surely been current on the times and technology, but this student, housewife, saw not need to spend money on such and stupid household luxury, much as I saw microwaves, and other advances in technology, that have improved living conditions for all mankind.  I continued to pound out my scholarly papers for my master's degree in ancient scripture studies, on an old Brother's typewriter, with balls, of fonts, and sizes, if I remember, perhaps that was the one I used, when I was a graphic artist for the state of Utah, before I had children . . . nonetheless, I was change resistant, especially when it came to technology, and I can barely even now, do the rudimentary operations of computers and cell phones, refusing to even learn how to use the camera on my phone!  Skype, hell no.  I law school, I was forced to learn the law, and learn to use a computer, much to the consternation of other law students who didn't have home computers either, who had to tutor me, while both of us were trying to get timed briefs in, with the minutes ticking.  

Needless to say, I am not anyone to be accused of hacking, Internet crimes, messing with someone's Yahoo accounts, even paying my bills on the computer, hell, no, that is way beyond my attention span to learn, and just not my cup of tea.  Now, my sister, Shelley, on the other hand, the one, in conjunction with Kay, are totally adept at using the computers . . . Shelley can stay on one, as she has since they have been invented, and has been on them none stop; I however, even had a 9 year hiatus, without touching a computer, from 2000 to the end of 2008, when my daughter, Greta, asked me to critique her philosophy paper.  And at that time, I signed up for an account at the Dixie State College/University Computer Lab, where Gina Merrill, an instructor and key to the hacking, fracking and stacking of double docketing, twin blogs, hacking into federal court e-filing systems, and whatnot, and the key to where all this started, as to computer crimes . . . Gina and Shelley met through me, when Gina was having her house foreclosed on, Shelley's line of work, me just arguing cases, once they hit court.  Friendship with money benefits, is the way Shelley, Brett and Kay roll!  Like A.B.C., bribes of 1,2,3.

I think at times, they, the NSA, crossed Kay's or Shelley's accounts with mine, because, I would open my computer, and while I was in Montana, especially orginally, before, many people knew I was going back and forth, between Utah and Montana, these weird account sites would pop up, with the weather and all kinds of shit, that I wouldn't know the first thing about putting on my daily notices, or care to put on, like the weather in Salt Lake City, while I am in Helena, Montana, generally without a computer, having thrown mine in Panguitch Lake, along with two cellphones, after U.S. Federal Judge, just up and closed my $357 million securities case against the state of Utah, just up and terminated the case, and after the money, from the bribes and the sting op to get money, 94% from other states, was complete, Kay was to meet with Mitt Romney, this is before the elections, in the UK, for the airing of a documentary on an American President, who happens to be a Mormon, and Kay, an anti-Mormon, allegedly writer, cover for the crime, is to be with Mitt the day after Waddoups, who also decriminalized polygamy lately, up and closed the case, because I beat the governments attorneys through default, killed them long before that, actually at the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, this March 9, 2012, oral arguments were a second attempt by them to kill the part of the case remanded back to the federal district court, with the judge, allegedly an unbiased, magistrate, at the time, was the only one arguing against me with the FBI, sitting on the sidelines, as the judge threw the 4th amendment arguments out, when the U.S. Supreme Court, the day I got sworn in, in D.C. actually used my 4th amendment arguments on the Brock case, adapted it, and said that vehicles are affects, a far greater stretch than that computers are modern day papers, protected from unreasonable searches and seizures, using almost my full arsenal of cases, listed in my 45 page, cut down from 65 page brief for the 10th Circuit, with the government's brief, barely making 7 pages, with huge ass type!  And you think the FBI or Secret Service is not going to try to finish what they started, especially with Mitt Fucking Mormon Romney, taking a third shot at the presidency, they have to have me out of the way, since he got my contingency fee of $118M!  YOUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK, NOW WITH A HOUSE AND SENATE ALL REPUBLICAN CONTROLLED, GOOD LUCK AMERICA, YOU DUMB ASSES!

FBI or Secret Service at the Kalispell Hospital Stalking Me, Or Sting Op

I don't know, when the cops, of all shapes, sizes, and ranks, local, state, or fed, will just look at the facts, starting with history, intent, background, and the plain and simple facts, that they were watching me typing my blog, as they were watching me!  How stupid are they, good GOD!  I can sit at McDonald's, up by Walmart, this morning, and I am in the process of typing a blog, and some dumb ass clown, working undercover, and so vested in me being Shelley, and Shelley being me, or the girls' club variety, they have vested their years of going after me on, and wrongly so, that they refuse to deal with reality, when it is right in front of their fucking faces, denying all visual and evident truth, throwing it all out the door, and believing that the woman they thought, was me, due to government cover-up, deception, lies, is really the woman who they should have been chasing, and not ME!

They, the little FBI, Secret Service don't want to catch Shelley, that would blow the plans of the last 20 years, with the Mormon contingency, the 70% plus of probably all alleged, intelligence community, with probably a higher than that average, making up the 30,000 spies working at the NSA office in Hyland, Utah or the Lehi area, just around the point of the mountain, behind the Adobe building, part of the fusions center, that serves this part of the country!  Why am I bringing this up, because it is all connected!  What happened here or with John, DJ, Greg and Shanna, yesterday, or the day before it sll part of the plan to frame me, for some type of crime, they just simply don't care, but an Internet crime is best, because I have been crying that Shelley, Kay, male fucking cohort, for the government whores, thinking this is a Call to Duty . . . when it is a call to the Mormon Duty, and Mitt's Presidency . . . Mormons just have too much power, to simply take his defeat that casually, and not fight back, the poor little boys and girls finally are becoming part of main stream America, and they are not going to take it lying down, and they are doing it on MY BACK!  

The Tale of the Toilet & the 401K Account . . . This is the Real Goal!

Shelley is the hacker, with Kay pulling second duty, and the NSA using its weapons of mass Internet and blogging destruction, theft, censoring, and monetary theft, all the crimes the fucking FBI and secret service are in charge of . . . I met the secret service guy from this area, Todd someone, when he spoke at a Republican Pachyderm meeting several months ago, if not a year ago, but he totally rebuffed me, after just saying that this type of crime was in his job description, I just took notes on, and told me I could not use his name in my blog, as if he has any control!  LOL!  I would use his last name if I could remember it, but, anyway, it was most likely is guys at the hospital yesterday, upon the fucked up, bull shit of DJ, who tried to take me helping John, through normal, Yahoo account means, that of signing in to the account, and forgetting your password, is what the whiny little bitch John said, when he called me frantically, stating that his 401K people had sent him and email, that he had to open, write down a few numbers, most likely a confirmation number, to make sure that he is the John they think he is, based on the paperwork they confirmed that they got, and all that was left was to scan that number back to them and they would cut a check for 80% of his account money, we figured, a few weeks ago, he was getting about $5500 back on his $7000 account, nice chunk of change, since he just got fired from his job!

I had John on my email account, so I thought, while he and DJ, raced out of the house, when I surprised the co-conspirators and walked home from Walmart, since the bus service was off for the day, because of the vote and elections, with, hello, John, not coming to pick me up, which is a, like never, when I told him I wold try to get on my computer, when I got back to the apartment, and see if his had been blocked, but they surely would not block mine, at this point.  So, as John took DJ, allegedly to grandpa's house, out near, Blaine Lake, I got on my computer, and tried to jump through the hoops, to find out what John's Yahoo account password was, since he rarely needed to use, it on his own computer, and probably hadn't done that for years, so the memory loss, made sense . . . they got that part right.  I clicked on the forgot your password? blue underlined part, and it sent me into a text box, with two questions, that only John would know . . . with me, sisters would know, many of the stupid questions they ask, but most people are not at risk, like I am.  The question was to name your oldest niece, easy, John only has one, so he can get this one right, even if he forgot his password.

I call John's phone, and fucking DJ is running interference, John is off on his bull shit, normal rant about some bitch, the woman he still loves, but last year before kicking her out, always, always, always, if given a choice to be with Jen or me, took cruising with me, she cheated on him twice, spent her lazy ass days, watching King of the Hill cartoons, and playing World of WarCraft on the computer!  Really, John, you even said that last week, when she came over, and sat on the bed with Mark, her current flame, the one she chose you for, and winning you by sticking her hands down your pants, and won your heart, the way to most men's hearts!  But, lame ass as it gets, when you really look at all things considered, I am sick if hearing about Jen, every time you have nothing to complain about, or say, and that is 99% of the time, with nothing on your mind by a cheating bitch!  Holy Shit!

National Security Agency or NSA Just Took the Last Two Hours of Stuff, Protecting Their Own

Hopefully, the guys who are watching the dirty NSA, the Mormons, the Men in Black, FBI, CIA, NSA, OSI, DIA, and Secret Service, are watching how many wi-fi, locations I have to go to to post a blog . . . freedom of speech, only if it is not against the governments asshole, special op actions at the hospital last night, and again today . . . good God, stop doing stuff that you are ashamed to have the public know about, like protecting all your fake bitches, claiming to write this blog, be me, champion the U.S. and other constitutions, with a history of over 20 years, and twisting that into your one world order bull crap, that stinks to high tyranny!  WE DON'T FUCKING WANT IT!

If the Brits, and the world bankers, in London want it, and Mitt Romney and the Mormons want to move to the fucking UK or to China, let them go ahead, we want leaders who are all about America, the Constitution, capitalism, the American way of life, not the Bush ass, Patriot Act Shit, that is allowing all the alphabet soup guys, to go after the real patriot, with the fraud pod of liars, the bitches with jealousy twitches, and I don't give a rat's ass if they are allegedly Called to Duty, but fucking who?  We here in Montana, just had to have a U.S. Senator and candidate go, because he plagerized a master's paper in the military . . . and we are going to let 6 fucking hags, steal everything I have ever done, my life, my writings, my kids, my ID, my blog, all but 2 million hits or results, sorry, that is not good enough.  I don't care if I am in a class of my own, which I always have been, regardless of living at a homeless shelter, that doesn't take away my brains, that doesn't convince me that I never did all that I have done, or that I didn't write the last 330 plus blogs, or that I didn't go to the U.S. Supreme Court, or didn't write the Brock securities case, or the Cheek, Vail, Lamoreaux, and a ton of great cases, plus doing legislation, and rocking he blogging world, with hits as high as 155 million, in a matter of seconds!

You have cut, diced, divided, split, blocked, stolen buried, deep in the web or the dark internet, killed, blocked, frozen, etc., and I can't seem to get an arrest, a charge, an incarceration, a hearing or a trial on thise fucking pigs, because the government assholes, and bastards with their heads and dicks buried so deep in pussy, they can't see straight, and they can't do their jobs, because they are sucking off the tits of my money, from my son's music, my blogs, my cases, my legislation and my life!  GO GET A FUCKING GOD DAMN LIFE OF YOUR OWN . . . HAS IT BEEN SO LONG, THAT GOING BACK TO MEDIOCRACY IS JUST TO DAMN BORING, BECAUSE YOU WERE AND ARE BORING? 

Have you grown so accustomed to the fame, the accolades, the praise of man, that you don't care about standing for your maker, and answering for the last 2 decades of charades and lies.  I know that you have been up here in this part of the state of Montana, likely stealing credit for trying to kill medical marijuana, or make it so the CIA can continue to run drugs in to the state, and take a cut of the take, and you don't have the home growers, to complete with, or taking credit for the Salish-Kootenai, Water Compact, and fucking with the scheduled hearings, changing locations, and when you found out, through my blog that I was planning to attend, after blowing up my last car, that Shelley or one of my doubles then got, plus all my ID, held it in Polson, Montana at the Indian Casino, because if the real McCoy was there, you wouldn't stand a chance of looking like the heroes to bring about a real compromise, and follow the U.S. and Montana State Constitution . . . because for almost a year, you have come in and bought off the fucking Republican Women and the Pachyderm Club, to lie for you, because they can tell, that I am not a true Republican, nor really a Democrat . . . like I said, clowns to the right of me, jokers to the left, and here I am stuck in the middle with YOU!  

The NSA, erased my reporting in living breathing detail, the sting operations, yesterday and today up at the Kalispell Regional Medical Center, at the Sunnyview Cafe, both miserable failures . . . this time they had a few women join the men, pretending to be a hospital group, working on something, meeting while I was typing the blog, with two of the guys, white shirts, nicely dressed, hanging out after the fact . . . my sign, that a second attempt, the team B, was taking a stab at me, after team A failed yesterday . . . disguised, slipped out of the hospital . . . amazing what a small change will do, and slipped down stairs, then to the waiting room, then out to the bus!  Nice job, dip shits, I would be embarrassed, I know they want to catch me unaware, that would take a fucking lobotomy . . . Shelley might fall for that!

Tyne Daly, The Perfect Mother, Looks so Much Like Shelley, Her Hardcore Mafia, Mother-Bitch Self, Tactics, Strong-Arming, and Control over her Children . . . Perfect Rendition of Shelley!  The Blogger, Me, I Blonde With Blue Eyes, Not Hazel, With Black Hair, Her Pet Name for Her Computer/Email, Ravenwrathbone!  Mine Would Be, JoAnn of SunnyBrook Farms!  LOL!

After Starting this Blog at About 8:30 a.m., Being Spied on at McDonald's, Across from Walmart, Going to Target, Being Spied on There, and then Being Blocked at the Medical Center, With Feds Surrounding me, I am NOT in the Mood to Write More . . . But, Men, you Should Plant Bugs on the Bus, and You Would Get an Earful of Male/Female, Stuff, Male Bashing and Compliments, And You Would Learn What Your Average JO on the Streets Thinks!

Fun Stuff, Good Info, From the Girl's Club!  LOL!

WILD THING, YOU MAKE EVERYTHING GROOVY, BUT, I WANNA KNOW FOR SURE . . . ELECTION RESULTS, CLOWNS ON THE LEFT OF ME, JOKERS TO THE RIGHT, AND HERE I AM STUCK HERE IN THE MIDDLE WITH YOU! YWCA, YOUNG MAN, THERE'S NO REASON TO BE DOWN, THERE'S A PLACE YOU CAN GO, IT IS FUN TO STAY AT THE YMCA, YOU CAN GET YOURSELF CLEAN, AND GET A GOOD MEAL, NOBODY DOES IT BY THEM SELF, PUT YOUR PRIDE ON THE SHELF--THANKS TO ALL THE SHELTERS, AND SOUP KITCHENS--TODAY SAMARITAN HOUSE! I WAS ONCE IN YOUR SHOES, IT'S FUN TO STAY AT THE YMCA, OR PLACES LIKE THAT . . . HELLGATE TREATY, 1855, WATER COMPACT, SALISH-KOOTENAI & IRRIGATORS . . . JUST QUANTIFY THE NECESSARY WATER, FOR USE AND BENEFIT OF THE INDIAN RESERVATION, TAKING INTO ACCOUNT FUTURE GROWTH, REASONABLE GROWTH! RE-POSTING, SINCE I MISSED MEETING TODAY, AND I AM SURE THAT WAS PLANNED! LOL!

Apartment Loony Toones--The Four Stooges!

The cops are so desperate to frame me, set me up, to bring me down, although, they are a bit more stealth here in Kalispell, because they, generally, don't go directly against me, they get the local, yokels, to do their dirty work, or perhaps these guys are undercover cops, but they are about a sneaky as a kid running in late for class, and about as sophisticated.  LOL!  The crew, John, DJ, Greg & Shanna, are part of the Kalispell, pod squad of alleged friends, turned, bribed, siding with my enemies now, because money speaks, louder than loyalty, integrity, honestly, and friendship.  My natural propensity is to help people as much as I can, and because that is not, the norm, there is a suspicion, due to the fact that people, generally, only help people if there is something in it for them, or there is some benefit, the Art of Selfishness, Ayn Rand.  With most cop or cop types, there is a lot of projection--projecting intents, values, thoughts to another person, of one's internal life values systems, and the cops are just the flip side of the coin, from criminals, many with criminal minds and intent, but they just carry a badge that they think whitewashes their crimes, lies, and deceits . . . badges of betrayal!

The very crimes that they are to be protecting citizens from, are the ones that participate in, cover-up, and go after the actual victim of the crime, knowing full well, that is the case, but for the money, they will sell their own souls, twist and turn facts, intents, friendships, and actions, so they more closely reflect their own, bull shit, tainting the purity of the person, who is just trying to help, making it look, other than it is, and protecting their own sinister desires to get their chance to do exactly that, gain access to money, accounts, and steal it from another friend, who is less savvy, or maybe even participating in this little show, set up or frame, but to know avail, because, if you set a trap for someone else, you step in it yourself, and that happened, yesterday . . . but I am not into drama pits, rat holes, and dirty places, seen by me, as having the Doppelganger effect, of being an outside demonstration, of the psychological inside, indicating, dirty pigs!

DJ, the Deadbeat, Loser Squatter on John's Couch, Taking Over the Front Room Like a Cancer Takes Over An Infected Body!

Now, I have been friends, with John, for about a year and three months, enjoy music, mountains, and religion.  I have a need to teach, and John has a need to learn, and anger management is the issue at hand.  I come and go a ton, due to people getting pissed at my blog, often either cops, political parties, or those trying to take credit for my intellectual property, and work, like the Salish-Kootenai Indian Water Compact, a proposed, compact, that is totally unconstitutional, irrational and in violation of the very document, the Hellgate Treaty, of 1855 . . . that is perfect, and needs nothing more done than water use and benefit quantification. 

There was a bunch of game playing going on a week or so ago, with County Commissioner, Pam Holmquist, scheduling and due process issues, a meeting that I wrote about, mentioned that I missed, so of course, the newly scheduled one, was today in Polson, at 1:00 p.m., safe distance away, too far for bus, and no car to worry about . . . keep up the lies of who wrote what, constitutional analysis, testified, wrote again, testified, did another analysis, etc.   But these local girls and boys are key players, because, everwhere I go with them, or when I stay at the apartment, they just lie, and say it is one of the multiple government doubles . . . oh, no, it was this girl, not this one, who just went on the Farm to Market Road . . . covering every lie, that has been perpetrated.  Just like A.B.C., follow me and you will see, new contact, new bribe and account for payment . . . but, no one seems able to catch these fuckers, amazing!

The Letter, John, Shanna & Greg, Allegedly Want DJ Out, When the Real Goal is to Get Me Out, So More and More of my Safety Nets, Protections & Insulation Tanks

A week ago, Shanna and Greg, whom I have written a 30 day, shape up, or get the hell out of the apartment, no drugs, no friends on drugs, no smoking in the house, no fighting all night, do dishes, pay John back, don't take the car and, typical roommate stuff, and it worked, they changed overnight, but just as they got better, and they pay regularly to rent a room from John, so that part is a plus, but just as John got these two, a couple, under control, DJ, who has been John's friend since high school, allegedly, and has been to prison, allegedly twice, has parked his ass on the couch for the last three months, starting out originally to get or give a break to another Greg, who DJ was leeching off, before, John took in.  

Now I am a minor player in this rental situation, and I have stayed, usually, not more than a week and a half at a stretch, and generally less, but I need a place to crash when I am in the town, and I pay $100 to couch surf, a good deal for John, because he gets money for just a few days, and it helps me too, and is about the right price for what I get, a roof over my head . . . but, this last time, as DJ took over more and more of the apartment, leaving the paying residents of the apartment, John has had for 5 years, sequestered in their rooms, whenever they are home, as his mounting junk is spreading, growing, and encroaching more and more, all over the place, starting in the entry hall, going into the front room, he even got rid of the second, matching couch, when I showed up . . . a sign and symbol, that he was now in control and John didn't clear my entrance with him! LOL!  

This guys is totally passive aggressive, sweet as pie in front of your face, while stabbing you in the back, and feeding John with his poison, knowing the guy better, and getting to the button areas, and some very cruel, like teaming with parents to get John on meds, with me just doing anger management, which is at the root of many of his problems . . . taking away, DJ's strategy, threats, and manipulations to keep John under control, using history, and parental allies, to get the kid on meds!  So, everyone but me, who just gets there late, and leaves early, without even seeing anyone, generally, being an early riser, without needing much sleep and preferring McDonald's or the hospital to the dirty apartment to write my blog, they don't see me much, and stuff doesn't get to me, when I am a sleep, and never hang out with them, other than John, once in a while, going without ever seeing the others, except for DJ, who never leaves the house, 24/7, the guardian, or the spy?

I resided the plea for help, from Shanna and Greg, and decided, that maybe one more body, was just too much with both me and DJ, so I did my normal, Casper the Ghost gig, and book it out of town, which I have been doing for the last 2 years in Kalispell . . . I take literally, the green stickers on the back of cars . . . Get Lost in Montana, having seen more the state in the last few years, than many lifers have, and digging every beautiful and exciting moment of adventure, high and low, traveling town to town, city to city, loving all of it, for one reason or another, Helena--the Capitol, politics, and the arts, Missoula, the law school and the university, the Break Cafe, and Kalispell and Whitefish area--Flathead Lake, Glacier, the mountains, and it used to be politics, and the Republican Pachyderm Meetings, lectures at FVCC, now Shelby, Great Falls, Bozeman, all less familiar, but dig the same, and love exploring the differences and similarities.  So, John and I hook up, just to cruise, listen to good music, talk and enjoy amazing landscapes, mountains, rivers, pine trees, and just hitting the open road, with little conversation . . . my happy places!

Letter, a Plot to Get Me Out, by Getting DJ Out . . . Didn't Fall For It!

I had my suspicions, as I have dealt with the locals, alleged friends, that they all eventually turn to foes, so my antenna is always up, for fraud detection, and last week, the request for a letter to get DJ out, just seemed either like a revenge or payback, since I wrote them one, and they really did change and for the better, and told me so, but I tried to start the letter three times, and it didn't feel good, kind of using my power as an attorney, to carry out a personal vendetta, and they never mentioned that other apartment residents had complained about DJ, so I refrained from writing, and even thought about getting an apartment in Shelby, until the FBI or CIA, camped out next to me, staking out the restrooms, all night . . . and then the librarian, tried to make it seem like she didn't remember who I was . . . really, she got the idea, after being reminded that I was the one she was so excited to share everything about the Dempsey/Gibbons fight held there in 1923, oh, yeah, let me get that material . . . probably a movie, with my money, in the hands of sister doubles, and their paramours, old lovers of mine, may already be taking my lead, as usual, I am the idea woman, and then they steal, them, and use money they stole, to replace me and come in as the big shots! Exasperating to exhausting!  In my blog, I planned out a whole 4th of July Celebration, using the fight as a draw, with a pow wow, my son's rock band, parades, and showings of the fight on the big screen and more, to vitalize the local economy, and capitalize on the growth in Glacier National Park, record traffic . . . 

John, who was most likely part of the plot, called me time and time again, while I was in Shelby, after I also, learned that the shuttle was not running for the next two weeks, so I decided to go to either Helena or Missoula, to make sure that expungment statutes, were going to be carried by some legislator, for the next session, having worked a bit with the administration at the Poverello Center, where I had stayed before, on several occasions, with the director, very interested in solving the homeless situation, by clearing criminal records, helping the homeless get apartments and jobs, the real problems!  So, taking the path of least resistance, and having a heart interest in Kalispell, it was not a hard sell, for him to offer to come get me . . . a second shot and the planned plot of the week before?  Pissed their stupid, mindless, little plot didn't work, so we are going to amp up the claims of sexual assault and harassment against Shanna, mad that Greg didn't man up and go after DJ for grabbing her ass, and not getting out of her room . . . etc.  So, I finally wrote the letter, and blasted the clown, with stuff his mother and grandmother, and others, have failed to point out . . . my form of tough love . . . apartment politics kicking in, to twist it that I wanted him out, so I could move in, get my hands on John's 401K, he is cashing out!  LOL!

Rigged Toilet Trick . . . Good Lord, I Managed 48 Apartments in Utah, and 48 in Arizona!

So, the day after the letter is shocking the hell out of DJ, and telling him stuff, he should have learned as a kid, with the necessity to state the obvious to him, the revenge tactics from the rat pack, the pod squad, start to either get John kicked out of the apartment, so he cannot be a help to me, to drop into town, with a roof over my head, to the consternation of Jack Strode, head asshole, over the Kalispell area, buttfucking sister, Shelley, and the big boy on the block, LOL!  I rejected him, pleas to marry, just last week travel with him, fuck no, but Shelley has a loose, butt, fudgepacker!  Me, never went off the deep end, sexually, to need to do that, regardless of all your little potions and notions to loosen things up, do what DJ does, do it to yourself!  LOL!  Want revenge, payback, you got it honey!  LOL!  The truth always hurts, unless you don't do stuff that is reprehensible!  Go for it, matches all the shit all over John's house!

So, I wake up at 5:30 a.m., to find, a few logs, shit, in the toilet . . . strange?  As expected, I am going to flush the toilet, as I did, and it of course, as planned, overflowed, towels, and plunger didn't fix it, so I opend the water chamber, to pull the chain to see if that worked, and the rigged toilet, did its thing, and two streams of water, as if faucets, put about an inch of water, on the floor, in about two seconds flat, as planned . . . John and Shanna, who had gone to the store, very unusual to have any of the apartment dwellers out of the place before 11, unless planned, so, that was also, a set up.  But, I was just sitting calmly on the couch, and told John he had to call the manager and get a repair man up . . . this was not a normal toilet gig, so something major was broken . . . John was acting his normal, Mr. Pissed, but not as bad as I would have expected, and later he commented on how calm I was . . . why would I be agitated?  All I did was try to fix the toilet, like any normal person would have done . . . so, he had to be, of course in on it!

I told the property manager, who knew as I did, that water damage can not only damage the one apartment, but also the one below too . . . and sure enough, water was coming through the vents below, but we were in the process of using the shop vac, and sucking up all the water, minimizing the damage, like I had don't, after learning that a water heater that broke in Salt Lake, damaged the apartment below, worst than the one it broke in . . . I am just watching Greg clean, while explaining to the grateful manager, out of state, that there were two streams of water, like circles, around the bowl, and up high, near the water chamber, like nothing I had seen before. I told her what I saw, she thought it might be the wax seal that is around either the bottom of the toilet, or at the place the water chamber connects, with another seal . . . no, there were distinctly, two holes with water gushing out onto the floor, and the neighbor below, happily, only got a small amount of water, and we assured her we were taking care of the problem!  Disaster avoided, the experienced apartment manager, calmly told the roommates what to do, and never missed a beat!

DJ Wants to Go the Rounds on the Letter . . . Live, Breath & Die for Debate and Arguing, Even if it is for John, Coming to his Defense!

Once, my darling daughter, Nicole, who lives in Louden County, the richest county in the USA, and just built a new house, wrote me some political comment, and I blasted her back with a 5 page email, in response . . . she called her big sis, Greta, crying and getting comfort from her, and saying what I had done with her small comment, and hit her with every argument, telling her to fix her ideas and change some of her suppositions, etc.  Greta, just laughed, and said, Nicole, why would you, tickle the bear, so to say, and goad Mom, how lives, breathes and dies to argue!  LOL!  I don't recall that she has ever, in a written form, sent me something I would critique or argue against, all in good fun, and by way of training, possible, future attorneys . . . opposing counsel, and judges, don't handle you with kit gloves!  LOL!  My dad, trained the monster debater and attorney, that I am, law school, just needed to sharpen the knowledge base, and I will create the next generation of attorneys, with oldest daughter, following in her mother's footsteps.  I saw a great show the other night of a father, with four of his five children either attorneys, working with him in his firm, or going to law school, I was jealous!  Only time will tell.

As DJ was countered on every argument, and taken down a notch or two off his high horse, thinking he is John's protector, really . . . he has had the same job for 7 years, a retirement plan he is cashing in, so he can take some time off, due to being fired from Pizza Hut, because of his anger, not doing the job, and has had the apartment that DJ is squatting in, for 5 years, and counting, pays all his bills, Mr. Responsible, so DJ, begged to stop talking, as I kept bringing the focus back to the fact that he was taking over the whole common living space, and he just, simply, needed to be out in three days, since he originally came, under the idea of just allegedly staying for 3 days, that had morphed into three months!  He needed to go . . . the manipulative, aggressive side, turned into the passive, side, the revenge, the make friends, with all the original complainers, who just wanted me to help, with no beef, myself, the allegiances, were being framed, pissing ass, helping, buying food, and gas . . . really, I don't give a rat's ass if DJ lives or dies, let alone, whether his stays in the apartment or not!

The Night Before the Toilet Incident, John Said He Thought DJ Came Home During the Night, and I Said, NO, that was Friends of Greg & Shanna's, But He is the Only One That Makes Sense if the Toilet was Rigged . . . Because he was Getting Kicked OUT!  I Never Plan on Staying!

I told John that I thought the toilet had been sabotaged, and someone may want him out of the apartment--that makes perfect sense to me, because, the last thing that my enemies, be it family, cops, mafia, Mormons, Mitt's boys and girls, whomever, would want, is me having protection.  They have systematically tried to drop me off the planet, so they can take everything I ever had, did, made, created, acquired, etc., having erased me legally, with all but the blog gone, and just a few friend, left, due to bribes, John has been a big factor and safety agent, being close, and working on his stuff for a year and a few months, while he has been back up and a place to crash for me . . . if the toilet had flooded, and ruined the apartment below, with complaints, allegedly by neighbors, over DJ--who is the only one, who would have a motive to get the rest of us kicked out of the apartment, the last thing we would need to be kicked out, would be pricey destruction of property . . . believe me, these people will go to any extent, and they are not playing around, big time money, big stakes, and prison facing them if the cops, ever pull their heads out of their asses, and realize, they have been after the wrong person, the real JoAnn S. Secrist, and helping the fakes, the frauds, the identity thieves . . . simply amazing, unless taken in the context of the cops being involved, only thing that makes sense!

After arguing, reprove be times with sharpness, and then show an increase of love . . . I left for the day, giving DJ a hug and telling him, that he knew he would be happier, than staying on the couch, with a total mess, and bugging the hell out of everyone.  So, the next attempt at getting me either pissed enough to leave, or whatever the plan was, John tells me he can't get the email from his 401k, he was expecting to get the money from, was now wanting him to, probably get a confirmation number, to make sure the company is protected and confirm John's identification, so they didn't send the money to the wrong person . . . of course, the next problem, so I tell him what to do, because he is in such a rush to get the money, and freaking out . . . I volunteer to come home and help him, and try my computer . . . just as I walk up, with John refusing to come pick me up at Walmart, where I happened to be, and he was driving DJ, which didn't seem to fit, with the earlier, cry for help, so something else is up their sleeves . . . good GOD, these dumb fucks, don't give up.  So, the buses, didn't run, voting day, so, I walked from Wally's world to Glenwood Drive . . . just as DJ, with suitcase in hand, and John, are acting like they are in a total hurry, so I tell John, who knew I as coming to help him, ooooopppppsssss, the plot, the plan, foiled again.

I Decide To Check Out of the Nut House, Took All My Stuff, Head to Samaritan House

I go to call the Samaritan House, with two, basically friends, who run the place, who know my story with the cops, and the battery systems, and they just laugh when I come, check me in, both read my blogs, so Cindy and Corky, already know, things are heating up as they always do, and just ask me before disappearing again, for the third time, to fill out a discharge sheet, so they don't become liable if I, especially, end up dead on the outskirts of town!  LOL!  Well, not so funny.  But, before I go over to the Good Sam, I stop by the apartment, having left my phone on John's table, with him calling me twice after midnight, and me warm and cuddly on the couch, watching a movie, not responding, and I go to walk in and get my phone, and the door is locked.  I ring, knock, nothing, no answer . . . DJ got to John, something is up, oh, well, who cares, fruit cakes, that I am just there to help!  I thought I might help John figure out his password, that I was trying to do, last night when, he and DJ booked it out of the apartment, surprised by my presence.

I figured that John would know that I came home specifically to help HIM!  I called him minutes later, and asked him the answers to the two security questions, but DJ was running interference on the Bluetooth, and said, not now, not now, help him tomorrow . . . I thought he was anxious to get the money ASAP?  So, I stopped, and all of the sudden, DJ, comes in asking me what I am doing, why, but doesn't listen, and doesn't get it, and says, that the money is suppose to go straight into John's bank . . . really, the tough crossed my mind, this is bribe money, not a 401k, payback for getting me out of town, keeping me busy, so as to miss meetings, knowing I would chose cruising over meetings, anytime . . . as soon as DJ leaves, the team mates, tag in, Greg and Shanna come in and start thanking me for getting rid of DJ, whatever, glad to help, but it appears that all the roommies, are getting along great, and the messenger is getting set up for some type of fall, or frame, or lies, that I want John's 401K . . . so, I had called the Sam House, but no answer, and after John said, he didn't want to see me back at the apartment, that DJ said, I was lying . . . I didn't even dignify his remarks, just asked for my phone, that was in my purse, and left!

I was in the process of typing John an email, telling him how to get his password, when he told me this shit. Whatever, not good deed goes unpunished . . . as of Sunday, I was John's best friend ever, never cheated him, always did what I said I would do, and always there for him . . . kind of like writing the letter and defending him against DJ, and now, he is siding with a former prison inmate, meth user, deadbeat roommate . . . homegrown roots, go deep in this town, against all logic, reason, and facts, of past behavior.  Good riddance, I am out of this insane asylum!  In reality, DJ, has eyes for the 401k, because he told me he had to stay and protect John against Greg and Shanna, who are going to take his money, once he gets in . . . or am I going to protect him?  No, John is a big boy . . . and helping John get his confirmation number, to be confused with his pay out from enemies, has turned into me, wanting to get my hands of John's money?  I was already gone, washed my hands of these clowns for good, I knew they were agents of the other side, I just wanted to cruise, listen to good music, and have a cheap place to stay, John and crew, drove me completely nuts!  I never thought a shelter would appear to be a step UP!  LOL!

Life is So Very, Interesting . . . Learn to Laugh at Yourself, and You Will Have a Lifetime of Entertainment!

Wild Thing, I Think I Love You, You Make Everything Groovy, But, I Want to Know for Sure . . . Smile.

GAME OF THRONES, FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD . . . GIRL FIGHT--TRUE 5 AGAINST 1 IN BRUTAL BEATING, LEAVING A BRAIN CONCUSSION, EYE DAMAGE, BROKEN RIBS, BLOODIED FACE, COULD HAVE KILLER HER, ALMOST DIED--GIRLS GOT MINIMUM SENTENCE, DUE TO FORGIVENESS AND REQUEST FOR MOST LENIENT SENTENCE, BY THE VICTIM, WHO DIDN'T WANT TO BE VENGEFUL LIKE HER ATTACKERS. DON'T SAY FEMALE POLITICIANS DON'T HAVE A CHALLENGE DEALING WITH SEXIST REMARKS, LIKE, JONI, THE REPUBLICAN CANDIDATE, WAS NOT RIGHT FOR THE STATE, EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS A PRETTY AS TAYLOR SWIFT! LOL! WHILE NOT WANTING MEN TO VOTE FOR OR AGAINST SOMEONE BASED ON LOOKS, WOMEN LONG TO BE TREATED, AS SOMETHING MORE THAN A PRETTY FACE--I HAVE A DREAM, THAT MEN WILL JUDGE A WOMAN ON THE CONTENT OF HER CHARACTER, THE NATURE OF HER THOUGHTS, THE BRILLIANCE OF HER MIND, RATHER THAN THE BEAUTY OF HER FACE OR BODY! LEAKS IN USIS SECURITY SYSTEMS THAT PROTECTS, NONE OTHER THAN HOMELAND SECURITY, WITH HACKERS, UNIDENTIFIED TO THIS POINT, RESEMBLING THE HACKERS FROM CHINA, STEALING AMERICAN BUSINESS TECHNOLOGY SECRETS AND INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, HAD A BREACH THAT LASTED MONTHS, EXPOSING TONS OF EMPLOYEE INFORMATION . . . AND THEY, THE NSA, ARE SPENDING TIME ON ME? LOL! NOW, GOOGLE FIXED THE NAME OF MY BLOG, TALKING ABOUT SMART GIRLS, BUT I STILL HAVE TWO SEPARATE, BUT NOT EQUAL BLOGS, HITS & RESULTS, DIFFER GREATLY ON THE SAME ARTICLES, THE SAME FACE, THE SAME BIO, AND THE SAME CREDENTIALS! WHILE APPEARING TO BE THE SAME, THEY ARE UP TO THE SAME TRICKS, WITH THE SECOND BLOG, STILL COMING UP AS "BAD CON LAW CHICK" BLOG, ON GOOGLE SEARCH, BUT ORIGINAL NAME, NOW, BUT WITH ALL THE HITS, GOING TO MY HACKERS VERSION OF MY BLOG, BUT MAKING IT LOOK IDENTICAL TO THE ORIGINAL BLOG, WITH A FRACTION OF THE HITS/RESULTS, BUT THE WORD, "ASS" , LIGHTENED BEFORE, IS NOW, THE SAME AMOUNT OF BOLD AS THE REST OF THE WORDS, MAKING YOU THINK, THAT IT IS THE SAME, NOT! STILL SENDING, TRAFFIC, HITS, RESULTS AND MONEY TO SECOND ACCOUNT, SET UP WEEKS AFTER THEY SAW HOW BIG THE BLOG GREW! SEVERAL TIMES, GOOGLE OR HACKERS OR NSA, HAVE STOPPED MY BLOG RESULTS, AT RIGHT AROUND THE 2 MILLION MARK, THE NUMBER OF MOST GOOD BLOGGERS; HOWEVER, LAST WEEK, EVEN AFTER THEY, ALLEGEDLY, FIXED IT, AT ONE POINT IN THE DAY, I HAD 16 MILLION HITS, IN 84 SECONDS, THEN LATER IN THE DAY, I HAD ANOTHER 20 MILLION HITS, JUST CHECKED IT TWICE . . . THREE WEEKS AGO, THE HITS/RESULTS WERE UP AROUND 95 MILLION FOR 64 OR SO SECONDS; THEREFORE, THEY ARE TRYING TO MAKE ME THINK, THAT EVEN MORE INTERESTING BLOGS, ARE GETTING FEWER HITS/RESULTS . . . GO BACK TO PROTECTING NATIONAL SECURITY AND WORRY ABOUT THE HOMELAND SECURITY BREACHES, RATHER THAN TAKING THE MONEY FROM MY HITS/RESULTS, SPLITTING THE PROCEEDS WITH GOOGLE!

Girl Fight Movie--Real Facts!

It is really a unique phenomena, hearing the facts of an incident, or the beating of this young woman, back almost 20 years ago, and then, sitting at your Chromebook acer, looking for something to keep you entertained for an hour or so, and seeing the title of a movie, from say back in the 90's, actually when I was busy going to law school, and too busy to watch TV, let alone breath . . . really that is an over exaggeration, with attorneys, wanting you to think that it was so terrible, that they deserve every dime you are charged for their time, having walked through the shadow of death, to go through the grueling three years, then the bar exam, and getting your feet off the ground, illusions of grandeur, anyone who is disciplined, can pull this stunt off . . . I used to go over across the street, the the student center at BYU, the Wilkinson Center, and watch the heady, international theater every week, digging the hell out of the art, the scenery, the stars, every bit as attractive as the American stars, and seeing the different styles of cinematography, film, and art, so what I am saying, is I was busy, probably didn't know what was playing at the local theater, but that was more due to convenience, and the movies at the student center, worked with my schedule, but I do remember hearing about this case, sometime during that part of my life, due to the horrific facts, and the shocking details, as the brazen nature of young teenage girls, who had such vengeance and hatred for this lone girl, that they would beat her almost to death . . . I didn't get it then, but I do now!  It was a little too close to home for me!

Here are the bottom line facts, young junior girl, who has been kind of a nerd, with friends of the same nature, is ready to graduate a year before schedule, has a full ride scholarship, after being accepted to a prestigious college.  It appeared from her parent's comments, that the girl had aspirations to be an attorney, and she comes on the radar screen of the alleged popular girls, is recognized as being very smart, by her senior peers, not out of respect, but for what they can use her for, basically to help them do their homework, or cheat, look on her test, during exam times, etc., when she challenges, I would guess a political science teacher, naming court cases, and outcomes that contradict or have different outcomes, than the holdings or decisions, or the law that the teacher is proposing.  

So these seniors, put her to swift use, inculcating her into their little network of allegedly popular friends, with her dissing her closest friend since childhood, but a fellow nerd, taking her one time chance to hang with the popular girls, the pretty girls, the powerful girls, much to the dismay of her loyal friend, who is shocked at her appearance, within days, her attitudes to guys, and her changing relationship with her parents, who are not only shocked at the smart daughter, but alarmed by the total change in her feelings about school, her adherence to family rules, to traditions of birthday dinners, opting to run with the fast crowd . . . I was part of the fast crowd, the class officers, the cheerleaders, drill team, etc., but by my junior year, that no longer was a draw, and it was in college that  my true nerdy self, started to rear its newly acquired head, preferring the heady, intellectual pursuits, and challenges, long used to the looks game, old school, this was a new game.

True Colors of the Brain, Elitist, Starts to Show, as She Integrates the Group of Girls, Who Vie for the Attention of One Girl, Alexa, Whom She is Fast Becoming a Best Friend to . . . Tells One Girl, She has No Class!

The cream always rises to the top, you can't hold a good woman or girl down, and the food chain of friends, starts to shift, and the smart girl, is favored more and more, by the leader of the gang of girls, and once in the inner circle, the smart chick, makes a sarcastic statement about one of the gang, to the shock and horror of the rest of the girls, who start to question this girls, motives, her place in their society, and her apparent take over a the top friend of the leader, who she consoles and talks out of a suicide attempt, and she is genuinely concerned and is there for the girl, who is living with her grandmother, with a tough background with her own hardcore and raunchy family.  So, on girl, loyal to the gang of girls, checks into all the postings on social media, back when the smart girl, was not in the alleged "in" crowd, and finds a post that states, that this group of girls, are obnoxious . . . and they truly were, mean girls, and that was a fact!

After telling and showing the entire gang, the post and the comment, they are all out for blood, even the leader of the pack, Alexa (Shelley's daughter's name is Alexandera, or Alex, symbolic?  I think so!) and that plot to get in a girl fight, with this newer and younger member, and they are going for the hits on YouTube, so they, all five of the girls, with Alexa, refusing to hit the girl, but very much part of the whole assault, invite her over, and when she comes in the door, they all accost her, accusing her, and she tells them that was months ago, before she was their friend . . . friends?  Sisters?  Really?  Generally, what one dog, or girl, or person, will not do alone, they will, do with a gang, a pack, a crowd, and the fervor escalates, to a feverish pitch, and a brutal attack takes place, so hideous, so out of line, so over the top cruel, that it is shockingly, almost inhuman, beating the girl almost to death, after dragging her, kicking her, punching her, unconscious . . .  to visually see the animalistic attack, brought tears to my eyes, while not physically attacked, every other form of mean girl, girl fight tactics, and whatever, are very much a part of what I have experienced . . . and it is brutal, with men helping, using high tech devices, infiltrators, family, friends, clients, contacts, courts, and local, state, and national battering systems, bloodying me much the same!

The Girls Post the Fight on YouTube, Love It

Caught up in their new celebrity, the girls bask in their, alleged, and short lived glory . . . school, arrests, jail, press interviews, and court.  Eventually, the reality of how very ugly the attacks were, with many refusing to sit by them at school lunch, siding with the victim rather than the gang of mean girls, with jail, inmates, thinking they are the dumbest chicks in the block, for actually filming, recording and posting the fight on YouTube, thinking evidence, evidence, evidence, that their 15 minutes of fame is about the dumbest thing in the world, totally trashing them in the jails, when the girls finally, even shocked that everyone doesn't think they are the coolest . . . social standards of decency start to kick in, parents are alarmed, national press come to give the smart, beaten girls, a voice, and the table are totally turned against the girls, until they are looking at life sentences, and spending their lives in prison without parole, at the worst case scenario.

The victim's parents were rightly beside themselves with rage, hatred, and anger at what the girls had done to their beautiful daughter, that they wanted the maximum penalties, levied against the girls, and refuse to entertain the thoughts of leniency or a plea bargain, with the mother, actress Anne Heche, married to Ellen DeGeneres, and so great in the movie, a real champion fighter for her daughter, much closer to the way I would have reacted, I think, and going for the knockout punch against the girls, so pissed, dad was good too, but not as vitriol, almost forcing the daughter, who was reluctant to testify against the girl gang, afraid they would attack her at school, or on the streets, and one, Alexa, actually confronts her at a hearing, and backs her up against the bathroom stall, making the girl more determined, now, to possibly testify, just as a means of protection from the girl gang of meanies.  Her nerdy friend, forces her to watch the video, that was still on the Internet, and she is upset, she is going to testify, but is concerned that everyone will remember her as the girl who got beat up.  Her true friend assures her that will not happen . . . and it doesn't, people start standing with her, supporting her, and urging her to get them.

Mother Admits, In Court, After Heeding Her Daughter's Wishes, That Her Young Daughter is Wiser Than She, Herself Is . . . Wants Leniency

Minutes before court, or just before going to court, when they have all they need to send the crew of mean girls to prison for life, which, does bother the daughter, from the start, the smart girl, tells her mother, she doesn't want them to be punished that severely, and she most of all, doesn't want to be like them, she wants to go back to the girl she was before the beating, sweet, kind, obedient to her parents, and teachers, always trying to help, kind to her little sister, and very smart, wants nothing to do, with vengeance, retaliation, and making them pay for the rest of their lives, and asks her mother to please, go for the least sentence the court could possibly get.  The mother is still convinced that the girls, need to pay, and they should get the maximum penalties, the court can give.  She goes to court with that attitude, and the girl, is kind of upset that her mother will not listen to her, and she tells her mother than, it was herself that took the beating . . . and the mother reminded her daughter of what they had done to their family, on top of what they did to her, and refuses to budge a bit . . . the way I feel!

At all sentencing, the court, gives the family members of the victim, if not the victim, herself, and opportunity to voice their opinion as to what the court should recommend or rule as the terms of the punishment of the attackers, who by this time, are not the proud, haughty, arrogance group of girls, they had been, before, and they were just a bunch of very scared girls, waiting for their lives to come crashing down on them and end! Heche is the first in the family to get up on the podium or the witness stand, and tell what she things ought to happen, and she sees these girls for what they are, just a group of messed up girls, from hard family lives, and she softens, after telling them what she thinks of their acts of violence against her daughter, and then she speaks of her sweet daughter, who is waiting with baited breath as to what her mother will say, and then she asks the judge for the least sentence that the judge can possibly give, and still see that justice is done . . . the prosecutor, had tried them as adults, rather than in the juvenile system, with many of them nearing the age of 18 or adulthood, amping the sentences up a great amount.

After Mom expresses her feelings at what the girls had done, she softens and she takes the more mature, and loving approach of, what she calls her, wise daughter, and compliments a smart, young girl, who realizes that forgiveness, and moving on with her life, will help her more than seeing the girls punished . . . she is proud of her mother, and relieved that she did as she requested, even thought she really wanted blood!  It was a great movie, so powerful, so moving, so disturbing, and a visual message of how ugly violence is, how petty teenagers, are, especially girls, and how one would about them being obnoxious, led, almost to this girl's death, and possible loss of her eye . . . the thoughts of bullying, school terrors, how grateful I was glad that my kids were out of high school, relatively unscathed, to be brutally attacked with their mother, after those vulnerable years, who would have thought, that an attorney, would be brutalized by her family, for being smart, raising great kids, excelling in her field of study, even saving her own father's buddies from the SEC, and going on to do many things for the citizens of the state and country and for that be attacked!  It is shocking to the senses . . . and even more shocking that the intelligence communities, can't tell the difference between the smart, nice girl, and the gang of mean girls?  Must have dicks!

Men, In This Category, Are the Stupid Ones Who Would Try to Reduce, a Serious Contender and Rival for a Congressional Seat, to Tits & Ass, or Looks!  And the Republican Woman, Joni, Can't Remember the State or Last Name, But, Of Course, She Was Not Flatter, but Offended!

We Need A Concerted Effort To End Bullying!

CELEBRATE, SMILE, INSPIRE: AMERICAN PROFILE . . . LAST WORD ON VOTING--GENERAL RULE: DEMOCRATS WORK FOR MAIN STREET, PROMOTE PROGRAMS THAT BENEFIT, EVERY MAN, WOMAN & CHILD, BEFORE 2010, DEMS PASSED REFORMS IN WALL STREET, STUDENT LOANS, CREDIT CARDS, HEALTH CARE, FAIR PAY, EXPANDED G.I. BILL, REAUTHORIZING CHIP, EXPANDED NATL. CIVILIAN SERVICE CORP., FAIR SENTENCING, 9/11 FIRST REPONDER'S BILL, HATE CRIMES ACT, RATIFIED THE START TREATY WITH RUSSIA, REPEALED "DON'T ASK, DON'T TELL", REVISED THE AUTO INDUSTRY AND STIMULOUS/TAX CUTS--THEN THE REPS TOOK CONTROL OF THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES--GOT THE GOVERNMENT SHUT DOWN!; REPUBLICANS BENEFIT, WALL STREET, BIG BUSINESS--PRO-BUSINESS, TAX CUTS TO THE RICH, AND AN ECONOMIC RECOVERY THAT BENEFITS THE 1%--VOTE AMANDA CURTIS, A MATH TEACHER! MONTANA IS FULL, GO HOME! HERB ALPERT, COUNTRY MUSIC & THE MILITARY--A LASTING TRADITION OF SONGS & MUSIC (AMERICAN PROFILE). PRO-RUSSIAN SEPARATISTS IN UKRAINE HOLD 'SOVEREIGN' VOTE, THE RENEGADE VOTE IS SEEN AS A BREACH OF THE CONSTITUTION AND AGAINST NATIONAL LAW OF THE UKRAINE, BUT AT LEAST A VOTE IS BETTER THAN WAR! FAA ORDERED TO RESTRICT AIR TRAFFIC INTO ST. LOUIS, DURING THE FERGUSON PROTESTS AFTER MICHAEL BROWN WAS SHOT UP TO 9 TIMES, BY A WHITE COP . . . CURTAILING FREE SPEECH, FREEDOM OF ASSEMBLY, AND REDRESSING GOVERNMENT, WHO AUTHORIZED THE COPS TO SHUT DOWN THE TRAFFIC BRINGING IN THE PRESS TO FERGUSON? NOT THERE CALL, AT BEST, THE MAYOR, THE GOVERNOR, OR THE PRESIDENT, WE ARE NOT A POLICE STATE!

America, Americana & Patriotism

American Profile, a weekly insert into most newspapers from around the country, is focusing on the 48th CMA Awards, or the Country Music Awards, and the fact that country music and the military go hand in hand, with many of the big country stars traveling to the places, America has troops, and they seek to entertain the troops, keep their spirits high, through writing songs, that memorialize their acts of valor, stop the pain of a John Dear letter from home, or at least, make a point to the soldier, that their sacrifices are duly noted, and often in the area of love, family, and relationships back home, with difficulties re-entering the normal life, they left behind before being deployed for combat duty, somewhere around the globe.  I was recently talking to some vets, and one was talking about Vietnam, and how, they just cranked up the music, from other genres too, and headed out in their Apache Choppers, to blow the hell out of the enemy, listening to their war music.  When I asked them what war music was, they said, stuff like Born in the U.S.A., Proud to Be an American, and even some anti-war songs from Bob Dylan and Joni Mitchell, or others.

Country music stars, in particularly, have supported the troops and written about them, with many of the musicians themselves having served in the military, personally, so these songs are up close and personal to them, and about some of the feelings, the friends, and the trauma, that was experienced in, lately, Iraq and Afghanistan . . . you will recognize some of the songs, Courtesy of the Red, White & Blue (Angry American, we'll put a boot up your ass, it is the American way!), Where were you when the world stopped turning; If You're Reading This; Arlington, I Drive Your Truck and 8th of November. Thanks first to the troops, and to the musicians, especially the ones who not only entertain, but also served, and those who keep the troops feeling the worth of what they are doing around the world . . . but, thank God, we are not getting our young men and women involved in every civil war around the world, with other parts of the world and countries, more effected than our country, involved and fighting to protect their own borders, what would the world look like without America?  Thanks, one and all for your contributions!

Big Vote Day Coming Close--Outside Money Trying to Buy a Seat on the Montana Supreme Court!  Buyers Beware, Citizens United!

Interestingly enough, one of the hottest races in Montana, this mid-term election, if for a race, that few, but maybe attorneys, generally pay attention to, and that is who will sit on the bench on the Montana Supreme Court, with two seats open, pitting Supreme Court Justice, Mike Wheat, and his challenger, attorney, Lawrence VanDyke, who is getting a shit load of money from conservative pro-business organizations and political action committees from outside the state, while Wheat is being supported by trial lawyers from within the state of Montana; I am a little worried about both, and both cause me some consternation and consideration.  Originally, I was excited to see a constitutional law attorney, on the ballot, but the problem is, he has only been in the state for two years, and comes from Texas, even though, I believe he has some Montana roots.  Was he scoped out, by out of state conservative groups, with the soul intent, of playing on the constitutional leanings of Montanans, a wolf in sheep's clothing, so to say, hand selected to pull the wool, over the eyes of unsuspecting voters, who love the Constitution, and are worried that activist judges, like allegedly, Wheat is being painted to be, even though he strongly sided with Montana to uphold Montana's anti-corruption laws, and limits on campaign contributions . . . could this be a pay back, and the outsiders, are relying on tricky tactics to get a win, 'he is a liberal', when in reality, is voting on the record, appears to be unbiased, for the most part.

Be careful, labels, don't tell the real story . . . read the newspapers, the letters to the editors, and possibly pull up the Montana State Bar Associations, attorney voting on judges, at least, Utah used to have kind of like a monitoring system on judges, with just the state's attorneys, being able to critique the judges, because they are the ones who know them best . . . generally speaking, only a very small percentage of the people, will ever either have cases that go before the court, or will actually attend a court hearing, which this court, tries to make available to all citizens, as they travel around the state holding oral arguments around the state, like the one, I saw, at the University of Montana, sponsored by the law school, arguing the doughnut hole case, involving the city of Whitefish, and the Flathead County, on who would control the zoning laws for the unincorporated area, surrounding the city, held sometime this summer.  All the big cases, go before the Montana Supreme Court, due to the fact that you don't have another appellate court, like the middle court, a court of appeals, so every case that is argued and appealed, goes straight to the Supreme Court, so it is a really big deal who you get on the bench!  You may have to take the lesser of two evils, and look at the entities supporting the candidates, but remember, that Wheat has practiced for 25 or more years, was appointed to the bench, and VanDyke, has only been in the state 2 years!  Loyalty to the state!!!!!!

Ladies, Ladies, Ladies . . . How Many Men Do We Need in Congress, Making Decisions for Our Bodies, Freedoms, Liberties, and Reproduction?  I Would Say, No More . . . 6 Gynaecologists in Congress is Enough, One Doc (R) had 6 Women Pregnant at the Same Time, 1 Wife, 5 Mistresses!

Don't quote me on that last statistic, but that would make sense from what I have learned about the mindset of the moral majority, that is a cover for dastardly deeds, I believe either Bill Maher or Jon Stuart, reported on the make up of the specialists in Congress, docs, who had spent their entire career, with their heads between a woman's legs, and they still don't necessarily vote on the side of female reproductive rights. Whether you ever use contraceptives or have an abortion, there is always that chance, that life will hit you harder than you want, and you may wants some options open, safe procedures, with a woman's perspective, rather than the thoughts of an almost all male Congress, voting members, with absolutely NO experience in that area, and docs don't either!  

That is for sure, one area, I would, say, kind of like Justice Sonya Sotomayor, when she went through the Senate Confirmation hearings, that she would make a better justice on the court, than one more white male! She took heat for that, and was seen as an activist judge, but she was appointed by a conservative, President George W. Bush, not President Obama, and I believe she is right!  You can't have an all white, male, judiciary, that is totally, non-representative, and is biased off the starting block, you need women on the bench, representing areas of the law, that men will never deal with and situations that men will never find themselves in, not matter what their personal and religious beliefs are!  Well, Congress is an area, that is probably, not even as representative as the U.S. Supreme Court, with 9 members, 6 being males!  I am not sure what the make up of the Congress is, house by house, but I know that woman, even with sympathetic and somewhat understanding men, don't even come close, holding hands across the isle, could ever carry a vote on anything to represent female constituents, and sometimes women are their own worst enemies . . . you make up more than 50% of the population, and you continually vote for male candidates!

Think outside the box, and vote a few more qualified women in, and there appear to be a large, relatively speaking, group of good female candidates, many with fathers who were former members of Congress . . . they say, that the best attorneys, or at least law students are the ones who were raised by attorneys, they already know the game, they were raised with those conversations around the kitchen tables, and they may have even clerked for a father while he was running for office, they have seen it up close and personal from a child's perspective, and they are not shying away from the challenge, Just An American Girl, Trying to Make it in Her Daddy's World!  Name title of another country western song, that I love!  Because I am exactly that, the case I took to the U.S. Supreme Court, was a securities case, and my father, a CPA, or a Certified Public Accountant, was investigated by the state SEC or securities division, five different times, and his daughter, not having known that, years later, represented two financial planners, and took on the SEC!

Although, Daddy wanted another daughter, the eldest, I guess a birthright thing, to get the credit, and colluded with my clients, both of which he had associations with, either through the Mormon Church, or other dealings, in the state of Utah.  Nonetheless, I did what I did, whether I got the money or not!  LOL!

'In the Mood" for music?  Herb Alpert, Former Tijuana Brass, Played in Whitefish, Montana . . . Great Philosophy of Life & Music!

Some great quotes, and just a note to musicians, including my son, Elliot, bass guitarist for God's Revolver & Maraloka, who had his music stolen, and a substitute attending the Berkeley School of Music in Boston, where his Mormon aunt Sue, had connections, to substitute in cousin Isaac, aka, Elliot, Mr. Alpert, has some words of advise, and also has some scholarship money available, since the Mormon Mafia, stole my case money and took the fruits of your labor, stopping you, perhaps, Herb, would give you a scholarship and you can transfer, from the music department at the U of U, a great department for sure, but connected to the Rice-Eccles gang, with my client, Jay Rice's, mother, and her husband, a friend of my dad, and your grandfather, whom you should consider an enemy, got an award, several years ago, either for contributing a shit load of money, or she may have been a professor, not sure, but you do know the football field is named after this same group . . . benefactors of your mother's work too!  

Great quotes for life, and for musicians:

• I try to make good music.  If it's fun for me to play it, it will be fun for people to listen to.  I'm doiing what I love.
• Music is my life, I will continue playing until there is not more air left.
• I was given this extraordinary gift when I was 8.  I picked up the trumpet and it changed my life, I wanted other young people to have that opportunity . . . referring to his foundation, called the Herb Alpert Foundation, established in the late 1980's, an organization that gives grants and scholarships to young musicians, mission statement is: to create and/or support the mechanisms and means through which young people can discover, harness and fully develop their unique creative energies and their special talents.
• If I could give one piece of advice to young people today, it would b this: If you are't passionate about what you're doing, don't do it.

Wild Cherry Advice: Play that Funky Music White Boy, Play That Funky Music Til You Die!  Love, Mom

P.S., noting my location, sitting here, McDonald's, after being blocked, from writing this at the Flathead Valley Community College, Resource Center, or Library, Kalispell, Montana, even the librarian, who had set me up an account, tried, after I couldn't log on, and then I went into my guest account, and a student tried to let me in on her student ID, to see if we could beat the Mormon mafia, sister hacker, or Mormon NSA in Utah, but we couldn't, so I have my happy ass, planted at the McDonald's Fast Food, on Idaho Street, Kalispell, Montana!  Just to make sure, you know it is this Mom, and I am writing for Elliot Taylor Secrist, not Shelley, the fraud squad chick and her lazy asshole of a son, Issac!  I would never take the time to fight for a nephew, but, I am damn sure, that Shelley, Sue, Rachel, Kay, and whomever wants to claim they are me and take credit for my children and their accomplishments, are fucking up their own children, who must feel terrible that their own mothers, would rather claim their sister, JoAnn's great kids, and I can't say that I blame them . . . Pain is the Price of FAME!  A quote from American Profile, and so very true, don't we both know it son!  Although, it is Rachel's, mug, or other sisters who got the fame, their apoinis coming, prison, anyone, prison?

ALL SAINTS & ALL SOULS--THE GLORY OF GOD IS INTELLIGENCE, THE EYES ARE THE WINDOWS OF THE SOUL; RIPE WITH LOVE, GOD IS LOVE, IN ALL THY KNOWLEDGE, GAIN WISDOM OR APPLIED KNOWLEDGE . . . THE AMERICAN RETURN TO WISDOM, RATIONAL THOUGHT, FACTS, COMMON SENSE . . . THE PHILOSOPHIES OF MAN VS. THE PHILOSOPHIES OF GOD: AGREE WITH THINE ADVERSARY QUICKLY, LEST HE ESTEEM THEE AS HIS ENEMY; IF A MAN ASKS YOU TO WALK WITH HIM A MILE, WALK WITH HIM TWO, IF HE ASKS FOR YOUR COAT, GIVE HIM YOUR CLOAK ALSO; FORGIVE YOUR ENEMIES, TURN THE OTHER CHEEK; PAY UNTO THE LORD YOUR TITHES AND OFFERINGS, AND THE WINDOWS OF HEAVEN WILL BE OPEN TO YOU; THE PEACEMAKERS SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH; LOVE ONE ANOTHER AS I HAVE LOVED YOU, LOVE OTHERS AS YOU LOVE YOURSELF; AS A MAN THINKETH IN HIS HEART, SO IS HE . . . BOTH SCRIPTURE AND LAW, TURNS OUR TRADITIONAL THINKING ON ITS HEAD, TRY IT! IT WORKS.

The Philosophies of Man

The natural man, is an enemy to God.  Now, why is that the case?  Because it is fucking true.  If you take any of the scriptural thoughts from the title of this blog, man thinks the opposite of the way God thinks.  By way of example, normally, a man wants to use 100% of his money for himself and his family, and it does not make sense, for him to give a tithe to his church, or make offerings, with a true tithe, representing about 10% of his earnings, profit, or surplus, depending on which religion you are looking at, or who is calling the shots, in the church, or the family, or your definition of tithes . . . in years gone by, you may have made an offering of a chicken, if you were a chicken farmer, or brought a tenth of the deer or elk, you just shot, and contributed it to the local food bank, or you make an offering, of your surplus change, and put it in the hand of someone needing another 50 cents, to catch the bus, or they will be late for work.  Again, are you going to live by the letter of the law, or the spirit of the law.  I believe the point that God is trying to make, and modern day thinkers on wealth or business growth is, there is a universal principle of truth, that when you give something away, there is a vacuum created, that allows for something new, and possibly better to fill the void.  He also said that it is harder for a rich man to get through the gates of Heaven, that for a camel to get through the eye of a needle, or the gates of the city . . . pretty bad, when you look at it.

God also knew, that it is more blessed to give than to receive, and that the giver of alms, especially in secret, is blessed in his Kingdom or the Kingdom of Heaven, where moths and rust cannot corrupt.  He who gives, and gives his alms before men, to be seen of men, has his reward.  Is it not better to be blessed by God than man.  There is a selfless act, in giving, that creates something more noble, grander, greater, makes better men and women of us, than we would have been without the giving.  I believe that is the beauty of children, you are forced, if you are good parent to get over your selfish needs, and give or share with each new child that comes into the family, and there seems to be enough to go around; you may have to give up that new $5,000 computer, and settle for one that works as well, for what you need, but is less expensive, making you a wiser shopper, or give up that new sweater, or $150 pair of pants, that 6th coat in your closet.  It has been proven that the average person, generally, only wears about 5 or 6 combinations of clothes in their closet, because they either fit the best, or they are always in style, regardless of trends, or they are just their favorite, and they tend to gravitate to them on a regular basis, yet people will literally have, from what I have seen, closets the size of bedrooms, some with electronic machines that you see in the dry cleaners, to bring their hundreds of clothes around, but they always look the same!  Giving is a good thing, and helps the person giving as much as the person that receives . . . in fact, Christ said that they poor are here, to bring out the higher natures in us, for our benefit, to teach us to improve our own lives.

God's Ways Are Not Man's Ways

One thing that I really love about the law, is that it teaches you to think different than you did before, it shakes up the brain, and what was considered smart, or got you good grades in undergraduate school, will not have a carry over effect, and many valedictorians and Rhode Scholars, can't cut law school, and many who barely made it in to law school, actually end up doing great, may make top 10% of the law school, grade wise; therefore, there is a way an attorney thinks, or is trained to think that is different that the way most people think . . . that is true for many professions, I just happen to be trained in the law.  There is a process, by which you learn to think like a lawyer, with some more adept to it than others, but you have to basically, destroy the way you think, and start over, with a different type of thinking.  One time after, roughly 16 years of being a lawyer, my daughter, asked me to read a philosophy paper of hers, and I have read a lot of philosophy, and I had classes in college, but it had been a long time, but I had to go through this process, even to critique her paper, of decomposing my attorney brain, and thinking the total oppose, to think more like a philosopher, or the way you need to think to help a daughter, with her paper.

Well, I would say, that is kind of like reading the scriptures, you have to think different than you normally do, and break down the black and white thinking, that most of us learn as a child, for the scriptures, say, that when I was a child, I thought like a child, and now I put away childish things, or when I was a child I lived on milk, and now that I am an adult, I can handle meat, or higher levels of thinking.  We have an election coming up, a childlike, or black and white thinker, will, as in most studies, just vote the way their parents did, either being raised a Democrat or a Republican, with little thought at all.  

Or relying just on platitudes, that ring true with us, like more jobs, less government, or change . . . those make for a nice, excuse, to not flesh in the candidates true position, it is a lazy, but effective way of getting votes.  People, at first glance, say, hey, I am for more jobs in this economy, and I really hate the government encroaching on my life, more and more all the time; therefore, I am going to vote for this person, that had the nice, but, evasive, vague, and lacking information about the candidate, masking, at times a life, a career, and a practice of doing exactly the opposite, like outsourcing jobs to China, or putting all our money oversees, or not paying a fair share of taxes, or taking government bail outs, and then crying fowl, when a single mother, the elderly, a vet, or a disabled person, gets a government check, or what is considered an entitlement, when the rich candidate, has taken enough money from the government, in corporate, farm, or whatever welfare, to cover thousands of checks, of a person in need . . . we need to study things out in our minds, then make a decision, a good decision . . . when the people elect, unrighteous leaders . . . by God's standards, not by man's, which is a different animal all together, the people will suffer . . . what is this candidate all about?

Ebola, The Nurse & The Judge--Common Sense & Rights Ruled the Day!

The judge also decried the "misconceptions, misinformation, bad science and bad information." circulating about the lethal disease in the U.S.

This quote is coming from an article in the Daily Inter Lake, called, Judge rejects Ebola quarantine for nurse, on Thursday, after Kaci Hickory, and nurse who had gone to Africa to help with the Ebola virus and treatment, with the great organization that is called, Doctors Without Borders, a group of docs, that are, doing what President Obama called, the work of God, and I would agree, with him, God or Christ, stating that there is no greater thing than for a man to lay down his life for a friend, and in other scriptures he even states, and here is one of those examples of different thinking, that a friend is the highest relationship, because love, comes and goes, partners, spouses, and it ebbs and wains, but a friendship is always there; therefore, it is a lucky man or woman who truly has a friend . . . so, going to Africa, with the risk of treating these infected people, and the possibility, of catching the deadly disease, yourself, is truly not only a selfless act, but shows a person of character, and a friend to the people of Africa, doing the work of God, I couldn't agree more.

So for this valiant act of courage and love, the state of Maine, and the governor, who is still pissed, wanted to quarantine for 21 days--state officials were willing to let her go out on her jog or bike ride, but wanted to bar her from crowded public places and require her to stay at least 3 feet from others. Ms. Hickox, balked at the idea, and the state decided the voluntary quarantine wouldn't work, so they went to court  to force her, through voluntary means to stay away from people as if she was infected, or better, the fear mongers, without any evidence of a fever, or other symptoms, want people to stay in their homes, or a hospital while they are being observed.  

Well, on Thursday, Hickox, not being at all sick, refused to say home and abide by this voluntary quarantine, and actually exercised her own will and rights, and went out and I think just went in her backyard, twice, as I recall, and good for her.  The state, when ape shit, and the governor and AG, filed a law suit trying to force her back in her home, by order of the court.  I loved the way Judge Charles C. LaVerdiere ruled, when he said, that Kaci, was Ok to go wherever she pleases, handing the state officials, a defeat Friday, in their bid to restrict her movements as a precaution against Ebola.  Hickox said it was a good day, and her prayers had been answered, and Gov. Paul LePage said, he disagreed with the ruling, but will abide by it . . .

In his ruling, the judge thanked Hickox for her service in Africa and acknowledged the gravity of restricting some one's constitutional rights with out solid science to back it up, the quarantine, that is.  And I love this part, The court is fully aware of the misconceptions, misinformation, bad science and band information being spread from shore to shore in our country with respect to Ebola, he wrote.  The court is fully aware that people are acting out of fear and that this fear is not entirely rational.  Chalk one up for reason, the Constitution, and science!  Fucking awesome!

Montana's Election Official Dismisses GOP Complaint Over Mailers

There were two allegedly offensive mailers that came out to voters in Montana over the last week or so, one from two out of state colleges, and another group, called Montanans for Liberty & Justice, who were supporting a candidate for the Montana Supreme Court.  Like any person, trained in the law, Election Commissioner, Jonathan Motl, ruled that one was in violation of election protocal, and the other one was okay.  Due to the fact that Motl, had been a former trial attorney, and some of the money collected for this fund, came from trial lawyers, the opposition felt that Motl, could not be unbiased, because he had been a trial lawyer . . . 

In response, Motl, said he has no conflict because he sold all of his financial interests in the law firm last year after becoming commissioner, and he was not consulted on any decisions about any contributions the firm planned to make. He went on to say, I realized that to do this job I had to server myself completely from my former law firm, and I did that, Motl said, I did that because it was required in order to put someone in here who efficiently and quickly makes decisions.  It is always best, as a judge, or a commissioner, or any type of judicial officer, civil, criminal, and administrative, to disconnect, entirely, from your former ties, life, associations, to avoid the very appearance of evil!

Judge Should Have Conflicted Out of Case, Instead of Benefiting Friends & Former Clients

I had a judge in Utah, who presided over a case, dealing with Wells Fargo Bank, and come to find out, when he held secret hearings, without proper notice, was caught up in judges chambers, with the attorney, for one of the defendants in another law suit, and chumming with the judge, that Wells Fargo had actually been, his client, when he was working with a large law firm in Salt Lake City, Utah, and he was definitely doing everything in his power to benefit, either his former client, or his former law firm, who was still representing his client.  He even came in a took a house, after a win, in the federal court on the same piece of property, involving the same players, giving them a second shot at winning, having lost, as the rules of procedure state, through default for failing to answer or respond to the complaint . . . you fucking loose if you fail to appear in court!  Period, you don't get to file another lawsuit for the same thing, in the state court now, and then cheat, to win, using the judge, having been caught, in a sting operation I did to catch the judge, the clerks and the attorney, and when I did, they took the house!  REALLY?  And this guy still on the bench and is still an attorney?  Good ole' boys network, at work!

Beatitude: Be Ye Therefore, Perfect, Greek, Latin, Hebrew Translation, Interpreted to Mean . . . Be Ye, Therefore, Mature!

Just like in the law, which really boils down to facts, application of the law, hair splitting, and definitions, the literal or interpretive meanings can make a whole, hell of a lot of difference.  I think to most of us, being perfect, is completely overbearing, an unrealistic requirement, and totally out of most of our reaches . . . and this is what leads, many of the self-righteous, the GOP Tea Party, prosecutors, and judges, and others in our society to become judgmental, favoring the alleged, more perfect, in a case of good, better, best, or the good, the bad and the ugly, by man's standards, that may be in total conflict with God's judgment or in his eyes, that are covered with, or Rip With Love, I stole that mantra from McDs, who, to my delight, is making all their slogans, love related, helping remind people or inspire them to love, that it is forever, and a great thing of goodness.  God, said, Judge not that ye be not judge!  End of story!

The self-righteous, who feel on a scale of 1 to 100, that they are more perfect, than their neighbor, or the other party, or the defendant, or opposing counsel, or the other candidate, feel, it not only their right, but their duty, to bring down judgment on their fellow men, women and children, and doing so with all the fervor, righteousness, and judgment, that they feel this person, who is in their eyes, less perfect, less blessed, more cursed, with poverty, sickness, trials, challenges, and if they were as righteous, as the self-righteous, they would be more blessed, richer, healthier, have less challenges, and therefore, the more perfect have every damned right to judge!  They hate entitlements, but they feel entitled to judge the world!

But, as for the definition, through whatever translation or interpretation, giving insight, to the actual meaning and intent of the proponent of the word, or the thought, or the Beatitudes, Christ, with a definition, that seems to be at least somewhat of an achievable goal, or at least worth striving for, and along with repentance, and the sacrifice of the one and only perfect man, the Son of God, Jesus Christ, making up the difference of our attempts at maturity or perfection, and combined with the demands of justice, and a perfect sacrifice, of the Lamb of God, laying on the alter of justice, so we could have mercy, and setting an example of what maturity means, like to the adulterous woman, simply, go and sin no more, we can possibly reach, maturity, relying on the teachings in the scriptures, or I believe, firmly, that the Preamble of the U.S. Constitution, while a secular document, with deists, and even atheists, among the original signers of the inspired document, to me, religious principles, are very much evidence, incorporated, and inculcated, within the meaning and intent of the founders, or a secular attempt to find the value in all men as children of God, through, the fact and belief, that all men are created equal, and there is justice for all . . . and so on!

We Are Getting More Mature, America!

Keep the Sabbath Day Holy, According To Your Conscience . . . Taking a Day of Rest, Is Mature, and Needed!

Super Smart Guy,  that God

IT HURTS TO BE BEAUTIFUL: SO HOT IT WILL MAKE YOUR COFFEE COLD (TacoJohns); DANGEROUS LIAISONS, AFFAIRS, RELATIONS . . . THERE IT THIS REALM OF RELATIONSHIPS, GENERALLY SEXUALLY CHARGED, CHEMICALLY IMBALANCED, OBSESSIVE IN NATURE, WITH BOTH THE OBSESSED AND THE OBJECT OF THE OBSESSION, NOT UNDERSTANDING THE DYNAMICS, THAT TENDS TO START WITH THE OBSESSION, WHICH LEADS TO REJECTION, THAT GOES TO STALKING, ENTERS THE REVENGE STAGE AND ENDS UP ESCALATING UP TO AND INCLUDING DEATH! I LUCKED OUT, WITH THE FIRST OBSESSED GUY, WHO ENDED UP GOING TO PRISON FOR 18 MONTHS, BUT I HAVEN'T BEEN SO LUCKY SENSE THEN, AND DEALING WITH MEN MORE SOPHISTICATED, CONNECTED, POWERFUL, USE A SYSTEM TO ABUSE, AND ARE MORE RELENTLESS! TWO FREE YOUTUBE MOVIES BROUGHT OUT SOME ELEMENTS THAT I RECOGNIZED IMMEDIATELY AS HAVING HAPPENED TO ME, AND WANT TO PLUG THESE INTO SOME OF THE THINGS I HAVE ALREADY WRITTEN, IN HOPES THAT SOMEONE, YOURSELF, SOMEONE YOU LOVE, OR YOUR DAUGHTER, EVEN YOUR SON, MIGHT HAVE A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF WHAT IS HAPPENING, FROM EITHER END OF THIS PASSIONATE ROLLER COASTER . . .

Don't Hate Me Because I Am Beautiful

My third husband, picked me up, outside of Albertsons Food Store, in Logan, Utah . . . and yes, he was beautiful, and I was vulnerable, at the time.  I still thought that I was going to die, so caution went to the wind, and I needed to find a place to live, which came into play also.  Brett, tall, dark and handsome, said hello to me, while I was standing up against the wall, drinking, of course, a Diet Coke.  I didn't think much of it, until he came back out and started up a conversation with me, again, and he told me of a project he was working on, dealing with, non-violent communications, working with kids, and I told him that I too had been involved in a sort of related field, up at the Utah Attorney Generals Office, back when I was practicing law, touching on non-violent communications through my work with domestic and dating violence, anger management, child and elder abuse programs, and all the tangential factors that, like an octopus, start in the center, or in the head, and branch out, into every segment of society, through the arms, and suck relationships dry, went violent communication starts, and with the suction cups, or tentacles of violence reaching into our schools, the workplace, on our roads, in our communities, etc.  So, we hit it off on an intellectual level right off the git-go.

As is typical with most obsessive relationships, there is an immediate attraction, physical connection, generally, but not always, involving sex, which was the case with us, a fast commitment, marriage, then comes the isolation, the power and control, the various forms of abuse, not necessarily physical, but emotional, mental, financial, spiritual, and may come in many forms, kinds and flavors, some that most of us would not even recognize, and many might consider it just another condition of the evidence that this person loves you, and some may even be jealous, because a woman's number one want is to be desired; therefore, an obsessed guy, who won't let the woman, with more obsessed relationships being this pattern, feels, loved, desired, protected, pampered, sexually desirable, passionately craved for, and there is this complete, engulfing, surrounding, all powerful attraction, that masks itself as love, but it is far from that . . . as seen in the three movies I watched last night, way into the night, wanting to understand, not only past relationships, but current, even unseen, relationships, that while not in each other's presence, is an obsessive relationship, none the less.

I think these are the names of the ones, that show the terror, the trauma, the stalking, the involvement of people trying to protect the one who is the object of the obsession, from the obsessed, who will stop and nothing short of destroying this person, who has hurt them so much, even though, it was the actions of the obsessed person, who drove away the object, and who actually started out, really loving the obsessed person . . . and now that I think about it, the object of the obsession, takes on the characteristics of being an object of desire for the obsessed, who has objectified the woman and now, she is not a loved person, but she is property, the man feels that he owns her, nobody else as a right to her, and any rival, will be driven from her life, and death is a total reality . . . 

High Profile Cases, Oscar Pistorius & O.J. Simpon

By way of high profile example: Olympic Champion runner, Oscar Pistorius, who was just sentenced in South Africa for shooting his girlfriend, model and attorney, also, was noted for speaking against domestic violence, just days before the alleged accident, when boyfriend, claimed that he was asleep, and girlfriend in the bathroom, thinking, it was robbers, in this high crime country, he shot through the bathroom doors, not noticing a nice, hot, warm body, that was next to him, had left to go to the bathroom . . . come on!  Not to to mention the fact that he had to be cognitive enough to get up and put his legs on, to get to the bathroom, to shoot his girlfriend!  And then you all know of O.J. Simpson, If I can't have you, no one can!  Divorce, make not difference to men who see their obsession as property, with them entitled to everything, including their lives, if necessary to keep control on them!

The Really Scary Stories Deal With the Revenge Stage, Which Involves Punishment 

I can't remember the first one, but it is the Teresa something story, this is why I have to take notes!  If you go into true crimes movies on YouTube, this genre of movies, dealing with stalking, domestic violence, obsession, will all come up together, in kind of a smorgasbord of choices, once you get into one of them, so if you can find one of these, you will find the others.  Okay, I know, the one, that I related to the most, and reminded me the most of Brett, and gave some really good psychological and telling information, was called, A Dangerous Affair, with a psychologist in the movie, telling the victim, about what was happening to her.

I recognized what the therapist was telling the victim, who was so confused, only dating this man, who happened to be as charming, handsome, with a body very similar, charisma, but nuts, that I knew, but hadn't thought of since I wrote the cop part of the domestic violence manual, dealing with stalking, or consciously factored into my current situation, and that is the revenge stage, where I realized I was, in this relationship of ghosts, spooks, spies, agents, their allies, that has stolen everything from me, including my children and grandchildren, three men have been murdered, who dared like me, one being murdered September 1, 2014, so fresh, and something I thought would never happen again, although, I feared it might, but the attraction, had not ever gone to any physical contact, but it was very definitely there.

Love Transformed to Hate . . . You Have Given Me Scars So Deep, They Will Never Heal

There seems to be no limit to the revenge, retaliation and retribution, of these, now collective body of powerful men, very much, taking on a fascist element of do whatever it takes, with no exceptions and no limits . . . there is nothing too sacred, so as not to be considered fair game . . . all property taken, all claim to my life's work, destruction of all relationships, isolating me more and more, going after friends who would help, plus controlling and watching all means of travel, escape, and public transportation, being continually eliminated, like a boxing in . . . with the punishment for causing him/them pain by leaving him/them, and their pursuit has escalated from jail, to death . . . a symbolic word, I forgot to mention, yesterday, that came up in the Flathead Beacon, was "Diegel" . . . that was some one's last name, but after the "tikrit" with law enforcement complication involved in the obsession, stemming from long before I even met Brett, Frank, Michael, Tony, and in retrospect, even Jerry, all with law enforcement connections, and federal, if I have guessed right, so jail has been a reality, and this time, with the Shelby, surveillance, tracking, stalking and stake out, the retaliation, will not only include jail, which has happened twice, unconstitutionally, and with no charges, the obsession has escalated to death . . . die jail or once they get me in jail, I will be murdered!

In the movie, A Dangerous Affair, a former cop, turned private investigator, offers his services, to the professional woman, who is hiding from this obsessed lover, and he is cocky and confident, that he can handle the obsessed idiot, who, then turns around and frames the PI, knowing that he likes the woman, so he the old flame, fuels the fire for the new, one, knowing full well, he will take the bait, goes to the restaurant, that the pair, newly attracted to each other are at, in a place that they don't expect Mr. Obsession to show up at, and when the old lover, of only three weeks, it can only take an introduction or not even that, shows up at the dinner, unexpectedly, without warning, offering, what appears to be a ring box, the new guy goes ape shit, and punches out the other, obsessed crafty, rival, while he smiles on the floor, after calling the cops . . . he does this several times, just baiting and lying to the cops, neutralizing the guardian, and now love interest, leaving the woman, or object of this other guys affection, alone, and vulnerable . . . she takes matters in her hands, and finally tricks him, runs from him, is forced into a self defense situation, and shoots the asshole, and kills him . . . often, it gets to that point, sadly.

Obsessed Spies, With Satellite Access, Don't Make Fun Ex-Boyfriends or Husbands

Before this point, when the private investigator, a cool guy, who kind of just volunteers his services, later in more than one way, and the woman, are out on the town, with the stalker watching, and following them, there is a street sign, that read, Arizona, which has significance to me, knowing that I am being watched, as if my imaginary boyfriend, and a sign for a great escape for me, is a red, older Jeep . . . with that driving down the street, about the time the obsessed guy gets shot.  And on the door of one of the movies, is the word, Beacon, which had the words, tikrit and diegel . . . indicating to me, that there was another great escape, and the outcome of this capture would, most likely have been fatal!

Sad to say, I found, that the only way, that I could get an obsessed lover under control, is to not reject them . . . taking the source of the fuel out of the fire . . . there is something deep seeded in this type of relationship, an abandonment issue with a mother, former high school love, something unique to just this couple, the guy has often had normal relationships before, or maybe has just not been rejected.  But the only time this guy, drops his relentless pursuit of this woman, a professional woman, much like myself, who sees few men, she actually likes, or respects, preferring to remain single, or in may case, basically single, but for some circumstances beyond my control, but related, like being poisoned, cut up, forced homelessness, or whatever, and every once in a while, I think it sounds good to have someone to watch the sunset with, or make love to, or go for a ride, and do more than listen to music, in the beautiful fall afternoons in the mountains, or someone I just want, which is rare than to just look at as eye candy . . . so, rejection, just comes with the territory, and throws a lot of guys, who are basically pursued by other women, equally as attractive, but not as much of a challenge; therefore, the high octane is missing, but hard as it is, the woman, at least has to fake it long enough, to make the guy chill out, so she can get control of the situation . . . and as this and the other stories, show, these guys are smart, often elude the cops, can follow to other states, and in may situation, have surveillance tools, buddies in the local, state, and national battering system, even on the bully pulpit, or the bench as in the case with judges, with access to phones, computers, etc., so as to never lose contact, mine appears to be 24/7, with someone asking me yesterday, as before, if I think that I have a chip in me . . . I saw the word, Doodlebugged . . . that may lightly describe what I think happened with my third husband!

There is a guy, mentioned on the cover of the Daily Inter Lake, a Montana Highway Trooper, who has the name, Rick Mehring . . . Me Hell Ring!  LOL!  Let's assume the guy, I like, were to like me back, and it went to the point of marriage, which, he is one in 40,000, of course that is including women, in the population, but a rare breed, of man, that I would actually like to get to know, and let's say, he was a cop, with what I have written, given, the cops, universal, hard on for me, just to get rid of me, any guy, even entertaining, getting to know me, let alone, marry me, would definitely feel like this, sorry, just the way, my symbolically wired, brainiac, cranium on steroids works!  Some guys reading this is going to say, oh, hell NO ring . . . and if he is a cop, fuck NO, no ring!  LOL!  Like my son said, Mom, you just are not marriageable material, my daughter has agreed in that conclusion, after watching me over the years, and I am coming to the idea, not a new one, that I am pretty damn happy single, and that is a good thing, because, any man dealing with me, enters at his own risk, I can't recommend it in good conscience, whether I want to or not!  I consider this fair warning, as if, he doesn't see the signs already, this is not, no ordinary girl!  LOL!

The Irony of the Men I Am Dealing With, I They are the Ones, Who Would Say . . . Don't Hate Me Because I Am Beautiful!

This is an interesting and very bizarre twist, in the dynamics of this game of power couple matching, that the guys, FBI, CIA, Interpol, and others have started, is that, I truly believe that many of these guys, who are now getting older, probably fell in love with me, back in about 1997, starting with asset forfeiture, a huge power stroke, giving a blow, in 27 states, to guys, who are fucking into power . . . and I was 140 lbs., sexy, smart, dressed like dynamite, great hair, make-up, and totally into protecting the U.S. and state constitutions, which, newsflash was my power!  When you are dealing in the world of law, there are more weighty laws than others, all are not created equal; therefore, when, always siding with the supreme law of the land . . . in this game of kings and queens, I fucking, ALWAYS WIN!  Or you should!  They are emissaries and believers in an inferior, if not totally unconstitutional law, the Patriot Act, that violates the letter and spirit of the Constitution, and it totally repugnant, therefore, it is void as a matter of law, it should be automatically be done away with!  

You lose as a matter of law!  So, there is a complete bludgeoning, that happens, on top of the love gone bad, the increase in weight, which they hate, but they keep trying to make me jealous, with other women, who they could never be obsessed over, because, lesser women than me, are enamored by these powerful men, feel lucky to be hanging with them, when I am a totally different story, I have beaten them, challenged them, have risen to the top of every segment of law, or related fields, and I can still, bloody their fucking faces, because, they fail, to see that I am not doing what I do, for sex, for love, for honor, prestige, money, but I am doing it, just because, that is what I took and oath to do, and I believe it is the saving grace of this country!  They just don't get my motives, because theirs are disingenuous, and my motives are pure! 

So, the very thing, that might attract me to them, having been matched by the FBI Dating Service, is that they tend to attract, match, meet, insight love, respect, admiration even, for accomplishments, education, work experience, but when push comes to shove, the internal guts of the love is hollow, because, while like is attracted to like, there is an underlying repulsion, because, they believe in fascism, power, control, abuse, no rights, and I believe in freedom, liberty, and rights . . . at the very most base level, we are polar opposites with eventual outcome and goals, being light years apart, and that will eventually play out, making me an enemy, and the reverse, true also, the the end games could not be further apart . . . and it is a zero sum game.  Therefore, looks, degrees, pedigrees, power, money, property, all the things that float these other females money digging boats, does absolutely nothing for me . . . the rejection enters, and game on . . . with fucking huge stakes, like a war between two visions of American, BEARCATS or MWraps anyone?

So, with a trophy husband(s), who all the women want, rejection from a lesser version of me, than back in 1997 to 2000, is particularly painful . . . I beat their politics, their minds, their hearts, and their souls, because they sold out their oaths, and I never did, never will . . . these men, brag about the number of women they have fucked, and the number of women who have fucked them, is a big fat zero, until they meet the likes of me, who is driven by principles, concepts, constitutions, and I will admit power, where we all hook up, and that is far superior to penises, pussies, and perks!  I always beat them down the stretch, because, I always take the high road, and they, know it.  Nothing hurts more than someone you have known about, get a chance to be with, even being extremely attracted, with sex always on the table of possibilities, but being rejected, due to fundamental differences, in beliefs, destroying, what on the surface, for all intents and purposes, should be a rockin' relationship, the new power couple!

Macro-cosmic Relationships--With Massive Ramifications

Now, most women, will deal with a single man, involving maybe a community of first responders, who are trained to deal with obsession, rejection, stalking, escalation, punishment, and revenge . . . but few understand or get the scope of what I am dealing with, nor the ramifications, the eventual outcomes, the stakes, the egos, the hubris, the far reaching effects of this, seemingly inconsequential relationship, of this, basically homeless woman, without money for a Diet Coke, today, basically, just trying to stay alive, while she is striving to save the country!  And the ambitions are even more far reaching than that, save the world, which I listed on my resume, under personal interests, when applying for the staff attorney position, with the Utah Prosecution Counsel, Criminal Enforcement Division, dropping my ass, right in the middle of the power players of the state of Utah, that is connected into the power brokers in Washington, D.C., through Mormon Church connections, and infiltration by the Mormon Mafia.

If, the Department of Justice, were to file a RICO charge or lawsuit, against my enemies, the association, which is a necessary element of the mob type crimes, or patterns of criminal activities, racketeering, money laundering, conversion of property . . . has been carried out, they would have to sue the Mormon Church!  Not those good people, the great neighbors, with the amazing families, like Dick and Helen or Jean Southwick, certainly not, with Sue and Kev on missions, over 150 extended family members, pillars of society, except that JoAnn . . . just the one, who put the family on the radar screen, in oh, so many ways, with two jealous parents, and 7 envious siblings, no, it can't be . . . well she is homeless, was suppose to die, has been to the behavioral health units, doesn't have a license, doesn't even have a car . . . what's up with that, all part of the punishment and revenge, not only of obsessed men, but an obsessed family, with many of the same stages of this type relationship.  

Mormons, Republicans, one world order freaks, the love of war and military complexes, big business, the us vs. them mentality, the 47%, Mitt's thoughts are the thoughts of the whole fucking Mormon Church . . . I know with Brett, and many of the men in the movies last night, they were abused as children, well the Mormon Church, symbolically, was an abused church, with extermination orders from Governor Boggs, of either Missouri or Illinois, can't remember, the death of a tragic hero, first prophet, Joseph Smith, the fight with the United States, which is still raging, wanting a theocracy, not a indirect democracy, with not separation of church and state, the power hunger, abused men, can exert their wishes, their sex drives, and unlimited passions, in unlimited sex, through polygamy, which fuels the fires of extremism, for in the current Mormon doctrine, woman are destroyed, if they will not go along with polygamy and 10 other virgins, and they are the entity to bear the vessels of the children of men!  

Going right along with the war on women, the fight over the reproductive rights of women, the killing of abortion, the curtailment of birth control, the backlash against feminism, that the propogation of the male seed, is all powerful, filling the man's quiver with arrows, or symbolic of children, it feeds into both sexism and racism, it is the white females, who get abortions, some minorities, who have been held down, can't afford them, and thus, the illegal aliens, are taking over the nation, soon, the white male patriarchal system that came over with the Mayflower, and those puritans, with women, subject to men, if going down the tubes, new demographics are encroaching on this nation, they are changing the vote, the power is shifting, the young millenniums, don't buy all this bull shit, and thank God for students, like those who protested in Egypt, in Hong Kong, in Bozeman, Montana, raging against the war machines that are rolling out on the streets of America . . .

This is a Family Feud, that is Playing Out on a World Screen

This is a battle of ideologies, of religion, of politics, of monumental proportions, a battle for the hearts and minds, not only of Americans, but of the world citizens, freedom vs. tyranny!  My name has been synonymous, with the United States Constitution, and state constitutions, for 20 years, even before that, from 1990/91, when, I scored the highest, as far as I know of the 180 BYU law students, who had the eye of the government, with Mormons taking over the intelligence communities, government agencies, the military, and possibly with a plan hatched, now that I mention it with key players, like Senator Orin Hatch, working from behind the scenes to further the Mormon agenda, that blends so nicely with the Bush agenda, the Skull & Bones agenda, the agenda of Wall Street, with the world banking headquarters in London, the Brits, the Germans, who claim the war was never lost . . . Hitler, may have lost, but the war is not over, the war for world domination, making America, a third world, country, therefore, controllable, as never before, bringing it down to the level of prosperity of the rest of the world, or just becoming an average country, which has never been the case, from its inception with, even Mormon scripture, stating that the Constitution, that many believe to be inspired by God, even Mormons, who seem so at odds with me, therefore, at odds with the Constitution, believe, that it is also, for all mankind!

Now, if this were the case, with a focus on the ideals of the Constitution and America, I would, totally be on board, but they, the male contingency, or the good ole' boy system, or the patriarchy, are not mature enough, nor secure enough, to deal with a woman like me, nor a fat woman, who beat the living hell out them and their fucked up policies and politics, preferring women, like Sarah Palin, Michelle Bachman, or Rachel Soutwick Hickey-Mooseman, aka, Joann Secrist, intended to be confused with JoAnn S. Secrist, or even be her, in the minds of the Republicans, Mormons, Mittites, who are really right in line with, Muslims, because, they both want, will die, and would strap a bomb to themselves, either literally or figuratively, to get that pussy!  Or those 10 to 70 promised wives, which, God hated starting with Sarah, the wife of Abraham, the source of discord between Israel and Palestine, finding David and Solomon, in Mormon scripture, having wives and concubines, and abomination . . . don't know how the book that allegedly will get you closer to God than any other book, just misses that point with the men and the stupid women, who are their own worst enemies!

Just remember, it is a universal, male attribute, to always want the female you can't get . . . case in point, King David, still wanted, lusted after, and had, Bathsheba, after seeing her taking a bath, this is the fallen male condition, get over it!  No, men, who are this mindset, fucking and literally, while attracted, hate women like me!

GET OVER IT!

P.S., Talk about obsession, there is this young, very young guy, sitting in the booth across the room, in McDonald's, who doesn't have any food, has been sitting there for at least an hour, totally staring at me, and almost unabashedly doesn't look away . . . he is watching me type this, and my thoughts go to the fact that he is either a confidential informant for the cops, who are pissed about me exposing the lack of reason for a BearCat or MWrap, especially, with a daily written report, on the types of crimes, that we have around here, with little explanation, for just how to deploy the armored vehicle, and under what circumstances, would justify, this military presence on the streets of Kalispell, or surrounding areas, or the kid is just obsessed!  I have caught him looking at me, non-stop . . . so what is up, like I am old enough to be his mother and then some!  Whatever . . . fact is stranger than fiction!