HOT FOR THE TEACHER--DROP THE ACT (PATRIOT) . . . "WE THE PEOPLE" ARE THE FOURTH BRANCH OF GOVERNMENT, SO TO SAY--WE ARE THE BALANCE OF POWER FOR CONGRESS, OUR ELECTED REPRESENTATIVE. STUDIES HAVE SHOWN, THAT 70% OF ELECTED OFFICIALS, ONCE ELECTED, ONLY CARE ABOUT BEING RE-ELECTED TO OFFICE; THERE IN IS THE PROBLEM, BUT ALSO THE SOLUTION . . . DON'T THINK YOUR LETTERS & PHONE CALLS TO YOUR REPRESENTATIVES, OR VOICING YOUR OPINIONS AT TOWN HALL MEETINGS DOESN'T MAKE A DIFFERENCE TO YOUR SENATOR, CONGRESSMAN/WOMAN, LEGISLATOR, MAYOR, COUNTY COMMISSION, CITY COUNCIL, AND SPECIAL SERVICE DISTRICT REPRESENTATIVE! I CAN'T TAKE DOWN THE PATRIOT ACT WITHOUT YOU--MY GOAL SINCE IT WAS PASSED! TO PROVE MY POINT, THAT ONE PERSON CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE, MY GUT IS TELLING ME, THERE IS SOMETHING UP WITH THE MONTANA SALISH-KOOTENAI INDIAN WATER COMPACT, BECAUSE--GOD'S INTEL, MOVIE DANCES WITH WOLVES ON, PUTTING ME ON GUARD, ALERT . . . SYMPATHIES FOR INDIANS, BUT MY JOB AS AN OFFICER OF THE COURTS, A LAWYER--IS TO UPHOLD THE LAW, THE TREATY, THE AGREEMENT THAT WAS MADE IN 1855, ESPECIALLY AS A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, HAVING TAKEN THE OATH TO DEFEND, PROTECT & PRESERVE THE CONSTITUTION--DATED BEFORE THE TREATY--STATES CAN'T MAKE TREATIES, 4 TIMES, IS A DUTY AND RESPONSIBILITY, I TAKE EXTREMELY SERIOUS, AND ALL OATH TAKERS SHOULD TOO--THIS COUNTRY WOULD BE RUN RIGHT AND HAVE LESS CONFLICT IF WE ALL DID, LET LITIGIOUS, LET COSTLY, NO NEED FOR DARK MONEY IN POLITICS. HEY, BUT WHO AM I TO TRY TO FIX THE COUNTRY, GET IN BACK ON TRACK? JUST A MEMBER OF THE U.S. SUPREME COURT BAR, AND 3 OTHER BARS! AND I AGREE WITH PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE, HILLARY CLINTON--"IT TAKES A VILLAGE TO RAISE A CHILD" TO BE A GOOD CITIZEN! THIS CONNECTS WITH A GREAT INCIDENT THAT TOOK PLACE AT THE DURANGO BOTANICAL GARDENTS, OVER LOOKING THE ANIMUS RIVER AND A WONDERFUL WALKING, BIKING AND RUNNING TRAIL ALONG THE RIVER . . . I WOULD SAY ONE OF THE PRIDE AND JOYS OF THE CITY! ALONG WITH THE DURANGO TO SILVERTON RAILROAD, THAT I LOVE TO SEE SMOKE STACKS AND HEAR WHISTLES EACH MORNING, BECAUSE, I KNOW THE TRAIN IS COMING, LOADED WITH HAPPY RIDERS! I TRUE PATRIOT, I SOMEONE WHO HAS A LIFE TIME COMMITMENT TO THE BASIC PRINCIPLE AND CONCEPTS THIS COUNTRY WAS FOUNDED ON! NAMELY CONSTITUTIONAL VALUES!

The United States Constitution, Is Power Of the People, For the People, By the People . . . Get Involved!

WE THE PEOPLE, created the government, they didn't create us!  PERIOD, and often our government leaders, elected officials, cops, prosecutors and judges, fail to remember, that they work for us, the tax payers, and they are to adhere, within reason to what we think if important, the way things are suppose to work, and what rights, privileges, freedoms and liberties, that they are to protect for us, and sometimes from us.  If you look back at history, the pilgrims left Europe, in hope of religious freedom, and a better life; eventually, they formed governments, while still under the crown of England, they formed local governments, that them spread into state governments, but taxation without representation and all the other grievances, that the colonies has with King George and crew, were driving them to revolt, and quickly.  

The Declaration of Independence, short as it is, an easy read, especially, since we, in America, with the shadow government, competing for our country, the Illuminati, Mormons, Masons, CIA, to some extent the FBI, NSA and DIA, plus the 40 some odd, spy agencies, we don't even know about, are competing with the issues, problems and grievances, that were addressed to King George, back in 1776, but cloaked in secrecy, deception, and the dark web, where these entities operate, conspire and collaborate, they seek a different path that you and I . . . therein lays the problem with the Patriot Act, to whom are their loyalties, and to what is their allegiance, for it is not of AMERICA, nor its value systems of rights, freedoms, liberties, accountability, or rational thought, serving American citizens, but creating secret FBI surveillance planes, programs that are not used on terrorists, but on citizens, and most telling of all, is who their target are, and why?

The Patriot Act, if applied to terrorists, terrorists cells, foreign enemies, is great, I am all about it and all for it; however, when it is turned on great Americans, who have shown, through every word they write, every case they file, every act that take, to be, full blooded, Americans through and through, but being targeted by the Patriot Act, fucks, there is a problem for me, and there should be fore all members of the class of WE THE PEOPLE!  The executive branch under this act, has gotten way out of control, and we expected our elected officials, to do something about it, and through logic, rational argument, and appeals to the basic tenants and principles this country was founded on, wanted them to vote differently than they did on Monday, extending the programs that are so controversial, and have proven, without a shadow of a doubt, that they have no specific instances, where there is a single case, that these programs deterred, some terrorist attack on this soil.  But, I on the other hand, having been a target of their insidious and unconstitutional act, when applied to U.S. citizens, have proven over and over again that they have caused much suffering, loss of property, real, personal, and intellectual, and through the pain and suffering of being taken out of my way of life, my profession, taken away from my family, children and grandchildren, through the confiscation of my property or chasing me, sabotaging my vehicles, and threatening my safety, liberty and life, on a continued basis, without due process of law, nor equal protection, and even participated in stealing my identity, giving million dollar cases to even non-attorneys, stealing legislation, both verbal testimony and written, dubbed over presentations, and done all in their power to SILENCE THIS ONE VOICE!

I Can't Take the Piece of Shit Act Down Myself . . . One Man, One Vote!  How Can I, Knowledgeable as I Am, Put Pressure on Your National Representatives . . . I CAN'T!  If You Love America, Like I DO, You Have To Get Involved!

You see, if there is no ramification for not voting out the Patriot Act, or letting it sunset, then, with all the pressure from the President, and other members of the executive branch, who use there unconstitutional tools, to get sloppy and lazy on their jobs, collecting huge pay checks, getting perks and benefits that the average American will never get, having access to steal, the property others, through spying on them, or denying them jobs, property and access, because they have access to cell phones, or computers, which are the tools, we the people use to get jobs, houses, apartments, cars, etc., and those are exactly the target pieced of equipment that these programs give cyber cops, and their federal, state and local counterparts total access, spying capacity too, then, anyone, who is at odds, with their secret agendas, they will go after and I am one of the lucky ones!  Many of the people you know who were activists, that have died in car accidents, or freak heart attacks, or by strange diseases, or through embolisms, etc., may have been considered government subversives and taken out!  Re-think some of the suicides, that were actually homicides, think, think, think, and I think you will find the Patriot filth all over a ton of people and their alleged, strange deaths, that were actually, as in my case, poison, and I have not been hit once or twice with it, but at least 4 times . . . I am just more aware than your average Joe Plumber, since I already lost 8 fucking years of my life to these CLOWNS!

Just yesterday, on the Rachel Maddow Show, MSNBC, she had a run down of all the Soviet or Russian activists, who had been killed as of late . . . poison, hits, assassinations, strange accidents . . . I believe that there were about 12 people, the Russian are just more open and let people know that it is because they oppose Putin, or they are fighting for things that may even resemble, the rights that we as Americans, have taken for granted, but should not, because this Act of Treason, the Patriot Act, is a ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE!  You need to stand up for your rights, fight for them, and defend them . . .USE THEM OR LOSE THEM!  I have done my part, I have given you stories, cases, deaths, that are up close and personal to me, so I turn this piece of shit, legislation when turned on Americans, over to you, to do something about!

Solutions to the Patriot Act

Just like Congress tried to rescind or un-ratify, move to strike the Act, much like the Affordable Care Act, or Obamacare, taking a vote on it, some 40 or 50 times, unsuccessfully, the Patriot Act, too, comes up for votes, like it did the other day, or you can get your representative, Kansas, Senator, Rand Paul, and a presidential candidate, was the SHINING STAR this last go around, but even he can't do it himself!  He can through friendship, reaching across the isle, through pressure, through "I'll scratch your back, you scratch mine" voting for another Senator's pet project, maybe sway a few, but it is YOU, THE VOTER, WHO CAN CHANGE A SENATOR'S MIND!  And you must, or we well turn into England, with fucking 17 security and surveillance cameras on every lamp and light post, traffic stop, etc.  Or we could be South Korea, with surveillance cameras in the restrooms and you are ticketed, if you fail to wash your hands!  Or we could make President Obama a dictator, and he can just openly kill people like me, who opposed him on the Patriot Act . . . America does the same fucking thing that Putin is doing, we are just more stealth, due to the tools, Congress or the Senate just voted to extend and expand, on MONDAY!  WAKE UP AMERICA . . . you are in a whole new world!

• every elected representative in Congress, the House of Representatives, elected or re-elected every two years, so they actually are more representative or have to answer to the people more often, are a great starting point, and the Senate, with elections or re-elections every 6 years, so a bit more removed from the people, and not having to face them as much, are still there to represent YOU, the VOTER!  But they all have home pages on the Internet, with little text boxes, allowing you to write them an email, right on the spot and then send it, usually limited to about 10,000 words, which for me is not enough, but for most people is plenty of space.  The White House has a similar program for the electorate to voice their opinions . . .  YOU vote, colleagues don't for the candidate!  So?
• personal hand written letters work.  When I was a new Utah assistant attorney general, my boss, said, the doctors, are doing an end run around our reporting laws for domestic violence, do something, as he ran to check on another piece of legislation.  I had a class in law school on the legislature and the only thing I remember learning from the class, is, if all else fails, write the committee a letter!  I am a kick ass mean letter writer and was concerned about the victims of domestic violence, so that is exactly what I did . . . and that was it . . . to my surprise and my boss's delight, the letter was so convincing to the health committee of the Utah legislature, that they put the bill on the consensus calendar, meaning, there is not further debate on that bill, it is DEAD!  That one letter shot down, high priced lobbyists, and the battle was over!  Later I was offered a job from the Utah Medical Association, with the docs, hating me, for more than that letter over the years, and the director said, We would rather pay her to be on our sides, rather than have her be against us!  LOL!
• if you think you have to be an assistant attorney general to make a difference, think again . . . my daughter, Nicole, who lives back in the Washington, D.C. area, got involved in some local issue, and wrote her county commissioner, and within a few days, his staff contacted her, and offered her a job, and she got to work on issues, the one she had written on, but also on many more, and Loudan County in Virginia, is one of the wealthiest counties in the nation, and had a budget, probably larger than the state of Montana, and my beautiful, very political daughter, rocked the job, and did so many of the same things that I had done, working in the administration of the Utah Attorney Generals Office, which is also a political office, working with the public.  Later, after the county commissioner wanted more and more of my very competent and confident daughter's time, working only part time while her kids were in school, wanted her more and more, her husband and her, had been contemplating home-schooling their children, and I think, my son-in-law, George, wanted to see his wife more, especially at nights, so he sold her on home schooling my two grand kids, Yuri and Gracie, smart as their two brilliant parents.  But, Nicole, wrote to her representative in Congress, and said that home schooling parents ought to get a tax break, seeing that they spend around $4,000 per year per child on supplies that the public schools don't need to spend on; therefore, it is the parents who should get tax break . . . he also wanted Nicole, based on her smart letter, to help him, with a growing population of home schoolers in his district, to help him write and try to pass legislation that would give home schooling parents a tax break . . . she knew, once she was schooling her kids, she was not going to have time, at least during the days to do much, but he wanted her to stay in contact.
• remember . . . in general, all good ideas, come from the grass roots and spread upward and outward, not the other way around! 
• phone calls work, attendance at town hall meetings work, getting involved on a local level with your political party of choice works, and talking to neighbors, starting a voting block works, protesting works . . . an active citizenry is the way to keep our American way of life, and start other good new ideas, and kill self-interested shit like the Patriot Act, or license to steal, kill and destroy!  And sometimes, destroy your best citizens!  

Take a Number . . . Hits on My Life!  Indians, Indians, Indians on My Bad Ass All Morning?  What is Up . . . Something in Montana?  Native Roommate?  Identifier?  Three Different Sets of Braves, Following Me This Morning?  I Wrote That the Water Compact in Montana, Was Passed Unconstitutionally, and it Failed to Go through the Approval of Both Houses of the Legislature, House and Senate and be Passed by a 2/3rds Vote . . . Did Someone Call the Gov. on It?  Something is Up!  All that Needs to be Done on the Flathead Water Compact, is the Indians to Quantify the Amount of Water they Need!  Period . . . the Water Rights of 300,000 Montanans in 11 Counties, Don't Need to Turn their Water Back to the Indians . . . a Treaty is a Treaty, And the Hellgate Treaty of 1855 is Totally Fair!  The Compact is as Fucked up as the Patriot Act, and probably with the SAME MOVERS BEHIND IT!

Durango, Colorado, Botanical Gardens and the Pop Can

Yesterday, I was sitting up on the top floor of the beautiful library in Durango, sitting out on the balcony, on the second or third floor, eating an orange, waving at the train passengers, watching the rafters, the bikers, the skateboarders, and two young dudes, just out of school, for the summer and feeling their oats, tossed a white, Rock Star brand soda can, along the side of the awesome trail, just steps from the Durango Botanical Gardens in full bloom, purples, reds, whites, yellow, orange, green, pink, flowers, flowers, flowers . . . so beautiful, delicately tucked near rocks, greenery and other cool things like the art circle of the Durango to Silverton railraod, going around in a circle.  I sat there for a minute, and with this other guy working on his computer, enjoying what I was looking at while working, I yelled out, hesitant at first, to reprimand these two cute teens that reminded me so much of my own skateboarder, but thinking, I would want someone to correct him, if he littered, hey, pick up your can!  

Citizen surveillance is best, and works well, these kids, looked over their shoulders, as if my voice came from heaven, and they seemed just as scared, and to their parents who raised them right, they said, okay, and grabbed the can, looking over their shoulders for the voice from on high!  LOL!  And to the boys' credit, they were totally respectful, fast, and obliged the voice they didn't have to listen too, but did anyway, with no, fuck you, giving me the finger, they just took responsibility for their act of omission for failing to put the can in the nearest garbage can, which are generally pretty well represented on the walkway along the river. 

The guy next to me busted up laughing, and we had a fun and lighthearted conversation, about the boys' shock, their reaction, and their compliance!  LOL!  But there are visitors, probably from all over the world, looking at, not only Durango, but Colorado, and the United States . . . we are 4th in line of countries visited, we need to put our best foot forward.  I know that in St. George, Utah, one of the biggest draws for the often number one retirement communities in the nation, is who well trained the youth are . . . open the doors for the elderly, and do other random acts of kindness.  I was impressed with these two young men and how quickly they did, probably what their parents had taught them, but they were not in their parent's view, so . . . well, there just happened to be a surrogate parent there, on the spot, to keep them to the teachings of their parents.  Fun, morning, fun kids, good parents.

They say that behind every good kid, there is a great mother . . . and the best thing a father can do for his kids, is to love their mother . . . and behind every good family, of whatever make up, single, married, divorced, widowed, there is a great community taking up the slack in the home!  Recently in the newspaper, there were statistics, that La Plata County, Right here in River City . . . that kids, even below the poverty line, far exceed other kids in income making capacities, by the age of 26, by about $3,000 per year, because there are better schools, less crime, and community programs for youth!  Durango is very kid friendly and it is paying off!  Grass Roots Ideas!

P.S., The Durango Botanical Society, located, I think in the Durango City Library, is willing to coach, help, or educate citizens, who are interested in conserving water, in these times that other states, and maybe someday, Colorado, experience a drought or water shortages, to grow indigenous plants, flowers, and scrubs, that need little water or adept and the climate and conditions here in the area.  The garden is in full bloom and a spectacle of beauty and glory for the train riders and locals, check it out, it is worth the trip to town and the library.  Great job and with every color in the rainbow and more!  Wonderful!

LIVE FREE OR DIE . . . THE EYES REWIRED: NOW FBI SECRET PLANES, LOW FLYING SURVEILLANCE--DON'T NEED TO EVEN BE USING CELL PHONE TO PICK OUT WHERE YOU ARE; PERSONAL STORY OF COURSE, NOT A SURVEILLANCE TOOL THAT HAS NOT BEEN USED ON ME! ON THIS BAD ASS! "STAND WITH RAND", ON THE EVE OF THE PRESIDENT, "SCOLDING" MEMBERS OF THE SENATE FOR NOT VOTING FOR NSA UNCONSTITUTIONAL AS HELL SHIT? NOW WE FIND OUT THAT WHEN WE GIVE AN INCH THE FUCKERS, FBI TAKE A MILE! IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN EASIER TO ASK FORGIVENESS THAN PERMISSION! SCREAMMMMMMM! WE HAVE A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW PHYSICIAN AND AN UNCONSTITUTIONAL LAW PRESIDENT! SCOOBY DOO--IF YOU ARE GOING TO DIE FOR SOMETHING, DIE FOR SOMETHING BIGGER THAN YOU! (CAMELOT, KING AUTHOR, ROUND TABLE, PEACE & JUSTICE, MOVIE, FIRST KNIGHT) YEAH, RIVER RAFTERS . . . THE ANIMUS RIVER IS AT WHITEWATER STAGES, RIGHT NOW, MORE FUN, WILD TO WILD! YESTERDAY, I SAW RAFTERS AND KAYAKERS, DOING EVERYTHING THEY COULD TO AVOID THE RAPIDS, AND FROTHING DELIGHT, AND THRILL OF WHITEWATER, SCARY AS IT IS; SON ELLIOT, BASS GUITARIST, ON A 100 MILE RIVER TRIP DOWN THE SALMON & SNAKE RIVERS IN IDAHO, DID HIT RAPIDS AND GOT THROWN OUT OF THE RAFT, BUT, MAYBE WITH A SMALL BUMP ON THE HEAD, HITTING A ROCK, APPROPRIATE PUNISHMENT FOR A ROCK STAR, SCARING THE SHIT OUT OF HIS GIRLFRIEND WHO WAS ALSO IN THE RAFT, BUT ALL WAS WELL--AS A MOTHER, I MADE SURE ALL MY KIDS WERE SWIMMERS, CHRIS, TOLD ME HE KNEW HOW TO SWIM AT 3 YEARS OLD! AND HE DID . . . THOSE LONG BATHS! LOL! CLEAN KIDS! JUST THE WAY WE LOVE THEM! YOU CHICKEN SHIT DURANGO RIVER RAFTERS & KAYAKERS, GET IN THE WHITEWATER, ROLLER COASTER TIME! FUN, FUN, FUN . . . OH, YEAH! POOR BRUCE JENNER, OR RATHER CAITLIN . . . LOST 22% OF HER CHECK FROM VANITY FAIR, FOR THE GENDER CHANGE! LOL! GREAT CARTOON IN DURANGO HERALD, TODAY! OPINION PAGE! LOL! BUT TRUE!

Going Ape Shit at Breakfast!

I believe it was on Saturday, with me counting the hours, before the Sunday, 12:00 midnight, deadline, to let Patriot Act, NSA surveillance programs sunset into the night, and hopefully, never to be seen, in the light of day again, and some shit head, actually a really nice older guy, out of the blue, turned around and said, I guess you think Edward J. Snowdon is a hero.  I was busy reading the newspapers, and just acknowledged his backhanded comments, and said, Yes, I do . . . All the sudden, he turned around to me with his face beat red, and said, I think we should just shoot him!  My eyes saw RED, and that statement about me going from zero to bitch, faster than anyone else, and being able to negotiate with a terrorist, easier than negotiating with me, kicked in this JoAnnie Oakley's red hot rage against the maching, and with my brain and mouth, two handed six-shooters, I unloaded full barrels of arguments against the unsuspecting man, like encrypted messages, 4 fried computers, changing user names, like fuck you, we can do what we want with you, giving others access to your alleged, one account, controlled by one email, so?, and his comment coming after months of fighting 24/7 to just post my blogs, erasing titles, time after time, stealing my hits/results, marking mine, and limiting them at 220,000 ceiling, then making every other versions of bad and ass, and stealing all the hits, up to a total of a billion a day, if not three times that, and supporting, criminals, giving them access to my court cases, my e-filing accounts, hijacking my multi-million dollar cases, scanning blogs, stealing job applications, legislation, interfering and spying on everything I do, knowing first hand, where I am going, where I am applying for a job or an apartment, so they can fuck with everything . . . within minutes, several other men and women, were standing up and walking towards us . . . he wisely kept, putting his hands out, in a sign of peace, silence, and calm, like, sorry, I didn't know you felt that strongly!  LOL . . . and that is an understatement!

Snowden Nominated as #2 For TIME Magazine's "Man of the Year", only Lost to the POPE!  Not Too Shabby!  FUCK YOU NSA!

I asked the man, if he knew that Edward J. Snowden, would have been TIME MAGAZINE's, "Man of the Year", if 1.2 billion Catholics and their ecclesiastical hierarchy, electing, Pope Francis?  Of course, he didn't know that!  The second news of Edward Snowden, now exiled in Russia, go figure, and we are the leaders of the free world . . . I am starting to wonder . . . with me complaining daily, that the NSA had been redirecting my emails, from way back in 2008 to 2011, rerouting my emails through Homeland Security and the Department of Justice!  I just happened to have a case against the two government entities and many more, being the #2 civil rights attorney in the nation, from what one of my very savvy tech, client, from Vegas, who tried to get me up to speed and protected, so when I took his case against the government, they would not know all my constitution claims, charges and damages!  

The guy who eventually told me, as 4 people had, that while the emails were mine and clearly my writing and thoughts, the contact information at the top, to, from and email addresses, were coming from a Sara Lily, the case worker for the two government agencies, was later murdered, in an alleged accident, on a ATV 4-Wheeler, a healthy 40 year old, Mormon dentist, going down the hill from his home and allegedly running into a telephone pole, allegedly drunk?  About as likely as a bad ass bronc rodeo rider, rancher, cowboy cop, out supervising 12 mean ass prison inmates, out doing conservation work, with shovels, and one corrections/firefighter, miles from civilization, and without a gun, policy!  He looked like he was hit in the face, with his sunglasses, impacted into his smash face, with the government telling his widow, my client, that he fell of a 40 foot cliff, which she never looked at the DVD she thought was of the autopsy of her husband, but is was the cover up government negligence and inmate attack!  The DVD was missing days after I watched it, and hid it under an inch of paperwork on a clip board . . . in a huge ass house, big ass office, who in the hell, even with drawers, closets, shelves, and desk drawers, did the fucking feds, know, exactly where the DVD was stashed?  NSA, bug in my office . . . a week or so later, the whole office, house, furniture, grand piano, art collection, blah, blah, blah . . . was taken . . . in violation of 5th amendment due process, can't take life, liberty or property without it, and compensation for a government TAKING! 

IF THIS CAN HAPPEN TO A BAD ASS CONSTITUTIONAL LAW CHICK LIKE ME . . . IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU!  

AND DON'T FOOL YOURSELF!

Hitler's SS Men Live in Infamy in the Hall of Shame, Right Here in America!

NOW, SECRET FBI SURVEILLANCE PLANES?

Edward Snowden's revelation of NSA spying on Americans, was not news to me, but his announcement and production of evidence, was a personal vindication for me, there was evidence that, I was not the only one that was experiencing government spying on me, breaking into my files, my computers, my emails, my court documents, with double docketing, double access, etc., and the first thing my father said, was, JoAnn was right . . . I am right, 97% of the time and the other 3% of the time I don't care about!  LOL!  Was I paranoid, crazy, a constitutional nut job, a secret ACLU attorney?  LOL!  I am kind of my own little ACLU, in my own right!  But, after even the time frame that Snowden mentioned, I had been a target, for the whole fucking time the Section 215 programs, lone wolf terrorist, cell phone ditching enemy combatant, spying provisions had been in existence!  Forever grateful to the man, and you should be TOO!  And you should be grateful to me too . . . believe me, I pay!

GET UNDERCOVER; OKAY . . . "THEY" SEE YOU!  SHIT!

I am not sure what time of the year it was, but I think I had been in Montana for a while, but there was still snow on the ground, especially up at Panguitch Lake, where my cabin is . . . but the background, is I had sued Iron County, the county attorney, sheriff, 6 city cops, the Division of Child and Family Services, a judge, and three narcotics cops for $56.7 million, oh, I am sorry, I guess that would be sister, Shelley, I am suppose to be dead, and she gets credit for that one, with fucking judges, John Walton and Michael Westfall, both Mo's, lying, after battling me in court for a YEAR and a HALF?  If these fuckers, can't tell the difference between someone that Walton went to BYU law school with, in her class, with both judges, having me in court, over and over, for almost a year and a half of the most hotly contested and fought cases, with a civil rights suit pending that the whole fucking Cedar City and surrounding areas were freaking out, fearing that a win would ruin their budgets for the next century, they should not be on the bench, because a wigged, compliant, lying bitch, who kisses their asses, and placates, their fragile egos, probably stroking their penises too, if I know Shelley, doing a foursome with that fag, Frank, aka, alleged, Allan Rex Bess, or rather the murderers, wicked attraction, tag murder team of Shelley and Frank, or is it Carl, the largest serial killer in New Mexico, Toy Box, Sex Box . . . looks exactly like the bastard who killed 30 woman, this little MO, FBI, CIA, can say anyone, especially a prison inmate, died of a heart attack and then use them for other purposes, like murder!

Anyway, I had my U.S. Supreme Court membership by then, what I wanted out of the case, more credibility, knowing full well that Kay got credit for that case, with the help of our, oh so helpful, criminals, the FBI and CIA, and was heading home, from somewhere, I was in D.C., then hijacked by Hope, the cop bitch killer, another wicked attraction, with Page, of Playmate of the Month, July 1996, Hope M. Carlton-Levin, to do several briefs that were turned over, when I caught the surprise FBI agent, invited to our all girl's Super Bowl party, February 6, 2012, and later, hijacked by David Morgan, my San Quentin inmate, on what should have been a billion civil rights case . . . I am not sure,  probably, Shelley, born when both my parents were either working in Cedar City, or I think my father was a student, but sister was born the same day as former David Leavitt, of the Dixie Leavitt, 50 year legislator political machine . . . need to get rid of the freedom thinking constitutional law attorney, JoAnn, that daddy, family, faith, and bar association couldn't control!  It feels great to tell Utah Bar to take my law license and shove it up their corn cobbed asses!  The bar is an organization of fucking liars too, giving law license out like candy!  Making law cheat! Oh, and then I forgot, the detour trip to the Grand County Jail . . . false incarceration, so this is the history behind this FBI plane story!

I Married the Mob, Mormon, Mobsters, MIB--This was a Life and Death Chase!  That is Just the Way "They" Roll!  Scary!

So, I return after being gone from January 18, 2012, remember, this is the year, of the presidential elections too, and I was for President Obama, but not on this shit . . . but I came in the house, knowing all this shit was going on, and this fucker, was an undercover, serial killer, with the help of the cops, the prosecutors and the judges, so not too safe in that community as it was, but, I walked in my house after being gone until about March, I think, but there was still snow of the ground, at least up the canyon and at the lake, but I didn't know that.  So, I come in the every hostile atmosphere of me and my client's house, invaded by a government rat, if not the one in control of the character assassination, identity theft, on the heels of the total annihilation of what had been know, as JoAnn S. Secrist, of the last, 57 years!

Gravely Gruff Voice . . . Do You Love Me?  Nope!  He Ran for the Phone to Call the Sheriffs . . . I Said, See You Later Honey, Jumped in my Truck and Headed up the Mountain!  They Wanted My Ass BAD!

By this time, I knew that this was not a game, and these fuckers, whom I had out run, our smarted, and evaded them, escaped their clutches on the way to Washington, D.C., back and forth, with fake ice storms on one side of the free way going into D.C., but not on the other side?, they had chances in Colorado, California, Nevada, and even locked me up, but people found me, and that fuck Brock/Rice, found out that on my way out of town, not on court e-filing, I had hand-delivered, my last brief, that reopened the 180 day dead case, or at least dormant case at the U.S. Federal District Court level, throwing off, both clients and government attorneys, who had already cut me out of deals, now needed me to finish the case!  LOL!  

Basically, I appeared for all intents and purposes to be bullet proof and unbroken!  They were going to get my ass this time!  LOL!  And I could feel it, and Frank aka Allan, let me know, that if I would just love him, he could and would protect me, I just couldn't get my heart around a murderer!  And one who had killed my real husband or the one I intended to marry, that just didn't sit well with me, for some unknown reason, and the kid he murdered to get the cops off my daily evidence of a double, on the church lawn, oh, hell, no, I am not Shelley, who loves serial killers and had book selves full of all the notorious ones, including this one! Hell, you got a chance at the legend, but you are going to get the bitch, just like you, I deserve a man like me!  But I knew they, sheriffs were going for blood and they had my replacement, in another residence, in Parowan, and Frank had stolen my Walmart money card before I took off to Vegas, so, Shelley could claim my SSD too, Social Security that she had been trying to steal since, years before, quit the pair these two . . .  like is attracted to like . . . I am boil light years from these two!  LOL!

On the way up the canyon, I kept seeing billboards and advertisements for fabricated garages, that I believe were made, just down the street, or at least the first advertisement that caught my eye, was at the end of the street, in the parking lot of Napa Auto Parts in Parowan, and there were a few other ones as I left town, leaving me wondering, why I noticed them this time out of town, and never before, a God Intel thing?  I think so!  So that thought was on my mind and I charged up the canyon, wondering where I was going to hide, and where the sheriffs would look and where they might not look, with the county lines changing about half the way up the canyon, but I wasn't counting on that for safety . . . these fuckers don't operate constitutionally, neither does the Senate or Prez!  

Gray Day, Clouds, Drizzle, Rain, Snow, Cover?  Couldn't Get to Cabin

Even though, I considered, just going to the cabin and staying until things cooled down, which they haven't 3 years later!  LOL.  But, I could tell there were not many people up at the lake, and that was the first year that the General Country Store was closed, probably, just in case, I did decide to stay up for the winter, by some miracle, they would starve me out!  But, the place was still covered in snow and pretty desolate, so it was going to be hard to find cover, and I was basically a sitting duck if I didn't get something soon, but I had the advantage of them not knowing where exactly I was going, or so I thought.  I eventually, found a dead end, circle of newer cabins, still with a foot of snow, but a log fence around it . . . and suddenly, I found my cover . . . a deck that was, almost big enough to pull my Ford Ranger, King Cab, and bed of the truck under!  Yahoo!  I will be safe, and sneak out at dark, to avoid the deer, that are all over the place up there and I had hit two that year, so, I wanted to still be able to see, without them picking me up on aerial surveillance!  Nice thought . . .  so, here comes the FBI secret spy plane flying over where I was!

This is Not a Flight Pattern . . . I Didn't See A Plane All Year, So?

I remember thinking, there is no way, the cops would have booked a plane to come find me, hell no . . . or would they, they were pissed, I should have been jailed or dead a long time ago, so?   Just the way they roll these days!  Fuck the constitution, any due process, charges, hearings, rights, I had already been incarcerated this year, with no right, and in solitary confinement, 23 hour a day lock down, for 9 fucking days, not knowing what I had done, I had the right to appeal my clients, fucking case, constitutionally, but hey, these are Patriot Act rules, you have no fucking rights, it is JUST A PIECE OF PAPER!  According to Bush, Obama and now the Senate, STAND WITH RAND!  But, I sat there, and heard this damned plane, flying over and over again, passed where I was standing, and wondering if I dared move, or should stay put, and wondering if I was just actually, without reason, being paranoid?  So, I sat tight for a little while . . . strangest ever God INTEL!

One the same page in this morning's newspaper, there is the article on the NSA and the FBI secret spy planes, in the Durango Herald, not many rival articles that would piss me off more!  And over my orange juice!  What the fuck, bringing back the memories of this day, up in the snow covered canyons wondering what the fuck, that was an FBI secret spy plane looking for me, holy shit, the eyes rewired!  There are little low flying planes, and I would venture a guess that they were seized, without due process, through the alleged, drug interdiction lame ass, get new toys for the FBI, CIA, NSA and cops, who are going to be BY RAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These are low flying planes that have allegedly already busted, several fake companies, with a list of fake company names, I am sure to justify the new surveillance planes!  Apparently, these plane can pick up your cell phones numbers and trace, who the person is through that, without you bouncing off cell phone towers, like the old systems.  So, what was this a fake act by Congress to fool the American People, after Snowden ratted out these fucking government agencies, who are all about crimes themselves, and pretend to take out the Patriot Act, 215 provisions, only to shut them down for a night, and surprise us with more surveillance a revelations of secret planes now?  Fuck these PRICKS this is IN YOUR FACE AMERICA!

Under the Cabin Deck that Is Covering Me . . . I Notice The Electricity Meter is Blinking at Me, In Irregular Blinks, or it Looked Like Eyes Blinking . . . Saying, THEY SEE YOU!!!!!!!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

God is about the only person, who I will actually listen to, because I have found that his intelligence information, if I read it right and sometimes when I don't, is always, spot right on!  After not believing my eyes, kind of sticking with my original plan, I am still wondering if God can control this bizarre acting meter machine, seeming to tell me to get the hell out of dodge!  Okay, okay, and I back out of the drive way, still a  bit nervous about the plane that was flying above me, but seemed to have been gone for a while, because I hadn't heard it fly over me for about an hour at this point, or it seemed like an hour, sitting there bored in my truck, because I didn't dare use my phone . . . little did I know that I didn't need to use it for the plane to pick up exactly where I was!  Just a piece of information I didn't have at the time,  I thought they had to actually see, the small part of my light gold truck, sticking out of the deck, about a foot was all . . . so how did they find me, or I didn't know why God was telling me to get the hell out, but I followed his directions and left.

Holy shit, just as I came down the small road that was up the canyon, near Scoot's Creek . . . just typed, a typo, Scott's . . . symbolic of sister Rachel, one of the doubles, her cabin now?  Really? Can you believes these lying, thieving assholes?  Good God . . . burning in hell is the only justification I have to believe in, fuck them good!

So, I come to the lake, with a road all the way around it, and see, two big ass, black and whites, SUVs, speeding at break neck speed, coming right where I am . . . I hit the gas, and take off, in equal speeds, to counter their attack on me . . . SELF DEFENSE, and they are out of their jurisdiction, as if they care!  Now there are deer everywhere, they always come out at night, around dusk, maybe they know people are going inside, when it gets dark, not sure about that one, but a scary drive, for sure, but, the cops are scarier, so I book it, peddle to the meddle, and gun it!  This is so cool, so, these two cop vehicles are screaming after me, and I round a little cove in the lake, that has a polygamist lodge or where they used to hang out, in the summer, but before you get to the lodge, there is a small parking lot and boat launch as I recall, but there was also, this large bush, but without leaves on it, remember, winter! But it was some cover, and it was dusk, and I ditch behind it, just hoping that these fuckers in hot pursuit don't see me . . . they didn't, just before you turn the curve, to go to the lodge, the road, goes straight up the mountain to some more cabins!  LOL!  Both of the black and whites, go on up the hill, after me, sitting laughing, behind the bush . . . ironic a bush saved me!  Bushies following me!  LOL!  Serves them right!  I am still not safe, so I keep going, around the lake, but not as fast as I had been with those buzzards on my ass!  LOL!  Watch out for the deer!

Daisy Duke is Still Not Safe From Boss Hogs and Boys!  One Waiting!

So, as I went through the winding roads around the cabins on the east side of the lake, and getting back around the entire circle of the lake, and start to hit the main road, there is a black and white, SUV, waiting for ME!  I think I took him by surprise, and he was, jacking off or something, thinking the other guys would get me . . . wrong, here I am . . . I hit it as fast as I could, knowing I new the canyon better than these fucks out of there jurisdiction, back about 10 miles!  I was in Garfield County by now, but that didn't seem to matter to the guys driving the Iron County Sheriffs SUVs, probably FBI, which makes the run and ditch even more rewarding, especially in light of the secret spy planes!  LOL! ! When God is with you, nobody, not even the Mo, FBI, can get you!  Panguitch was 18 miles away, and it was almost dark, but there were fucking deer everywhere, so God, do you job and don't let me hit one . . . I had hit one, just a month or two earlier, so a bit, timid, had there not been three fuckin' boss hogs after my bad con law ass!  LOL!

I hit this one horse town, in break neck, self-defense speed, knowing this was no ordinary chase, and they a had used all their surveillance tools, even more than I knew at the time the plane, but I kind of suspected that, but not that they could find me, without me using my phone, or a cell tower, which was not up there at the time and no cell phone service generally.  But, there was a high school basketball game going on and every vehicle in the town was there, and it was dark by this time, so I found an empty parking place, or one I could slide into, and sat for a few hours . . . watching the main streets fill with cops and buddies, looking for my gold Ranger with hot, jacked up black tires, and rims, that were the envy of every cop!  I guess when the cops had fucked up my engine, transmission and oil filter a few months earlier, trying to stop all my three court of appeals cases, and my Supreme Court case, they didn't count on a fucking brand new engine, making my 2001, truck, like brand new truck!  LOL!  And baby, it rocked!  LOL!  Kicked the asses out of three, Boss HOGS!  LOL!  And were they pissed, took my truck several weeks or month later!  

IT WAS FUCKING WORTH IT YOU ASSHOLE, HOGS, FBI, SECRET PLANES, FUCK YOU!

Over Night, Back in Montana!  That Was Before They Knew Me Well Yet!

LIVE FREE OR DIE!

 

NAPOLEON DYNAMITE, MY BABY!--NSA SHIT--JUST CHANGED MY COMPUTER TIME TO PACIFIC STANDARD! KAY MUST BE IN HALF-MOON BAY, CA! MOM OF ELLIOT, BLOGGER, IN DURANGO, CO! RIDE OR DIE--FIRE EXIT ONLY! . . . NAPOLEON DYNAMITE A.K.A. ELLIOT TAYLOR SECRIST, BASS GUITARIST (SOS, BEAR ATTACK--HIT--LUCKY MISS, OR INTENDED FOR ME, BLOCKED BY YOU), ON RED JESUS!) EVIL RIVERS OF BAD BLOOD MERGING TOGETHER . . . SUPERNATUAL MUSIC PROGRESSION: (1) OLD SCHOOL PARALLAX, GRUNGE & HEAD BANGING MUSIC--LEAD SINGER, BLAKE DONNER, MURDERED IN PROVO DEATH CAVE; (2) GOD'S REVOLVER, GREATEST WESTERN TOLD IN MUSIC FORM, "LITTLE BLACK HORSE WERE ARE YOU GOING WITH YOUR DEAD RIDER?" HARD ROCK BAND OF 2008; MUSIC STOLEN BY MOTHER'S ENEMIES, WITH HELP OF JEALOUS PEOPLE WITH AVERAGE KIDS, COPS OF ALL FLAVORS, MARKETED THROUGH MORMON PYRAMID SCHEMES, PONI SCHEMES, AND MULTI-LEVEL MARKETING NETWORKS, AND WORLDWIDE MISSIONARY EFFORT, CIA, FBI, AND PROTECTED BY THE NSA FREAKS!; (3) MARALOKA--LOUDER THAN GOD'S REVOLVER! ORGAZMIC, ROCKIN', RUSHMORE . . . LEAD SINGER IN EARLY SONGS, COUSIN, ISAAC, DISAPPEARED FOR 2 YEARS TO GO ON WORLDWIDE TOURS, WITH STOLEN, GOD'S REVOLVER MUSIC, REMEMBER THE ALAMO--TEXAS LAUNCHED LIES, NOT A MEMBER OF THAT BAND, LEFT MARALOKA, DEAD BEAT RIDER, NOW HANGING ON YOUTUBE FAME OF ELLIOT, RED JESUS! SEE EARLIER VIDEOS, TOUTED AS BEST BAND IN PROVO--PROVO AUDIENCE V. WORLD HARD ROCK AUDIENCE, REALLY ISAAC? UTAH IS THE EPICENTER OF THE WORLD, ONLY TO MORMONS! LOL!; (4) DITCH IN THE DELTA NEW BAND--HOPE THIS IS SYMBOLIC OF DITCHING DELTA FORCE INTELLIGENCE AGENTS, WHO ALSO SET UP THE "ASSASSINS", ELLIOT'S COLLEGE JAZZ ENSAMBLE, AND MOST LIKELY GETTING THEIR FUCKIN' DIRTY HANDS IN THIS BAND TOO! TAKE THEM DOWN BABY!; AND (5) WORST FRIENDS BAND--DO YA THINK? ELLIOT CALLED GOD'S REVOLVER THE LAZIEST BAND IN AMERICA, AND HE DID TONS OF WORK, AND WHEN SONY, 3 CD RECORD DEAL TANKED, BY, I WOULD GUESS PAID MEMBERS--ELLIOT WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO DID WHAT SONY WANTED, DO SOME EASY REMIX WORK--HE DID IT IN 4 DAYS--REST OF THE BAND REFUSED? AND THEIR REASONING? WHEN BAND MEMBERS, CLIENTS, FRIENDS, GO CONTRARY TO THEIR OWN INTERESTS, MUCH LIKE BROCK, RICE, CHEEKS, CARLTON-LEVIN, ETC., YOU KNOW THERE HAVE BEEN BRIBES, PAYOFFS! DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, STOP WORRYING ABOUT THE FIFS OR THE WORLD SOCCER, AND TAKE CARE OF YOUR 70% MORMON CONTINGENCY OF ROUGE AGENTS, MONEY GRUBBERS, GOLD DIGGERS, OPPORTUNIST, USING PATRIOT ACT, 215 PROGRAMS TO LIE, STEAL, AND MURDER! CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK TO MONITOR OTHER ORGANIZATIONS

NOTE: Not surprising . . . little Ms. Kay Burningham, lives in California again, Santa Barbara this time, and my computer, keeps, going between Pacific time and Mountain Standard time, go figure!  Really, Kay, you dumb bitch!  Kay either has access through the NSA, or Google, who is my alleged, service provider of my alleged, single account!  FBI, follow this fuckin' lead, whether you are taking down your boss, under my name and resume!  I went in and changed the time, which kept switching back and forth, between Mountain time where I am, either in Colorado, Utah, Nevada or Montana . . . I bought this computer, in Montana!  I set it on auto settings, just last week, when the clock changed, probably after I wrote and posted my blog, so it looked like little bitch Kay, aka, JoAnn S. Secrist, so it looks like she wrote and posted, her time; she is fucking with my computer, to make it look, like she is the one, writing this blog!  Like I have said, these bitches and serving bastards, ride piggy back, they, all the girlz, play me, and jump back to their separate life . . . I don't have a double life to fall back on, I have been, am, and will always be, me, JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., sitting in Durango, at McD's, my temporary office, for right now, until the cops get their protective dander up, and go after me again!  Isn't it their job, cops of all levels and flavors, to TELL THE TRUTH!?  I give you permission to get my computer history and times . . . blog postings have always been off, sometimes up to several hours, up to 6 hours . . . travelling Kay?  I haven't been out of Mountain Standard time, since I went to Seattle, a year ago, January, 2014, visiting Miles and Star, or Karen!  So, there is no blog, that should show something other than that!  We are talking about a billion or so hits per day, on 6 search engines!

RED HEADED POWDER KEG OF POWER

Last night, at the Durango Community Shelter, yes, it is me, not by evil twins, here, as I always am, when I write, where I am, it is actually me, not the NSA fabrications, through box troll, bull shit, just little old me, writing, about the love festival of people I need to protect, from the cloak and dagger world I live in, that they are dragged into without knowing, and are vulnerable to attack, and one of the main targets and tragedies of my activities, trying to save, your constitutional freedoms, rights, and liberties, in this god-damned, camouflaged Patriot Act world, masquerading as national security, of total bull shit! . . . but, we watched, Napoleon Dynamite, the movie, the sleeper, that rocked the movie industry world, being filmed, just about 35 miles, from Preston, Idaho, where I was living, when, I knew, Logan resident, and sister, Shelley Southwick Anderson Yeman, and her asshole son and daughter-in-law, along with Isaac, in and out of jail, were stealing Elliot's music, just shortly after Elliot and Chris, came up to visit, bringing a copy of God's Revolver, "Little Black Horse Where Are You Going with Your Dead Rider?", CD, and I had to hear it again, I couldn't believe that this was my son's music, and it reminded me, more of something the Door, had done, and the the dusty, dirty, gritty, amped music, has been compared to the older band.

Savage Bear Attack!  Mom and Dad Out of Way--SOS!

Me, Chris, Elliot, and Isaac, were in Isaac's, blue Cadillac, he had just bought, and wanted to take me for a ride to get me out of the house, and so I could hear El's new CD, Little Black Horse . . . because I was in a cast with five bones broken, with two shattered ankles, on my left leg, from a bike accident, up Logan Canyon, but, I about had a heart attack, when I heard, how good the CD was, and I knew it was solid gold . . . I may not be a musician, or a rock or music critic, but I know good, music when I hear it, and I had just heard it . . . a far cry from Parallax; however, I used to just think, Old School Parallax was just screaming and yelling, with kids, jumping around in a mosh pit, getting crazy, until I one day, in the last year, as I wrote about God's Revolver, Old School Parallax videos, started to come up, and Blake, was a charismatic, magnetic, and loved, as any lead singer--with this little band kicking out a new CD every time I even saw Elliot, who usually had a CD, always using cousin on dad's side, Craig Secrist to draw covers, as he did with Little Black Horse, Craig is a tattoo artist in Salt Lake City, Utah.  Great artist, check out cover of Little Black Horse Where are You Going with YOUR DEAD Rider! on YouTube or home page on Internet.

Blake is now deceased, and I am more and more convinced, from the report from Elliot, who was the first one on the scene, and brought the cops to the scene of the alleged accident, to me, the kid from Reno, outside the cave and the one who contacted Elliot . . . I believed blocked the entrance to the cave, stopping the four kids inside from getting out!  Another Shelley and Isaac connection, very suspicious, since Shelley, used to live in Carson, Nevada, when she and Don Anderson, also a musician, were married, and where Isaac was born, I think . . . and with the Mormon Church covering both Carson and Reno in boundaries . . . but from the news reports, and interviews, as fake and strange, the Reno kid said it was like a movie! for god sake . .  for the main guys that were on the scene, with 80 mourners and fans, waiting for firefighters and cops, who took 6 fucking hours, before they even attempted to get the bodies out of the cave, Elliot got the cops there at 4:00 a.m., with plenty to make a rescue attempt, or plenty of time to make sure that the four, were asphyxiated, from lack of oxygen in the, now called, Provo Death Caves!  

Elliot, who had preformed in the concert the night before, and both of my sons, were asked to come that night, to the cave, as they had after many concerts, may have been the targets . . . was freaking out, crying, screaming, that he would go in and get them . . . he was threatened that if he stepped across the "crime scene" yellow and black tape, he would be arrested!  He had played in Parallax, with Blake, originally, Chris' friend, for 7 years, just getting ready for all hard work to pay off, underground grunge music scene was hitting big time with bands like GREEN DAY hitting pay dirt, and Elliot had long been wired into the music scene in Boston, New York and even Canada . . . he knew how to market, he just didn't count on the Mormon Mafia, a murderous cousin and his mother, who were both jealous as hell of their sister and cousin, using computers, and eventually, the NSA to take down his bands and neutralize his parents! and even him!

Sinister Plans from the Get Go . . . Take Both Parents Out of the Way First . . . Isaac Knew All Bands, All Band Members, Knew the Music Was Great--Close to Elliot From Birth, Spy Inside, Jealous Former Band Member, But Either Left Out, or Left Before Maraloka Got Going, Rockin' God's Revolver, Theft of Great Music!

TWO EVIL RIVERS OF BAD BLOOD CONVERGE

Mormon family, with a hatred for black sheep sister, who wasn't controlled by the family, the faith, or the state, bad ass for a long time, pissing off cops, of all levels and flavors, fighting daily to bring back the U.S. Constitution, that the evil twin America, had been working since, 1976, to bring this rebel country back under control through the alleged, mask of the Patriot Act, loyalists to Britain, world bankers, with goals of a one world order, under Mitt Romney, marketed as the Mormon President for the World, BCC, UK documentary, with little Kay Burningham, the day after she forged, my name on court documents, and settlements, on the $357 million securities case, that was to help fund, Mitt's presidential campaign, in March of 2012, with the program running, March 27, 2012, just one day after the case, was allegedly terminated, by a Mo, Judge, fucker, who could resurrect the government who had not only defaulted, not knowing what to do with my brief that was filed, in person on the way to the United States Supreme Court, because, first, the federal courts had given Shelley, access to my federal courts, e-filing account, forcing me to either go through her computer, which amazingly could e-filing it, after I emailed the brief from my computer, which was later, stolen by government arms, of all flavors, to Shelley's computer, that could easily file, my briefs, that were once so easy for me!  Department of Justice, are you fucking smart enough to connect obvious points?

In Mormon Utah, Church and State Are One in the Same!  Mo Family!

Elliot's Dad out of the blue, was fired as planning director in Provo City, by a newly elected mayor, who had some grudge against some employee, Richard/Zeke, supervised, for something that happened, allegedly, two fucking years earlier at a planning and zoning meeting!  I had already been poisoned and neutralized, and was suppose to die, nice, for one of the top attorneys in the state at that time, being recruited by the Republican Party to run for attorney general, and would have been boss of all the cops in the state, but I had my eye on the new, alleged 4th Congressional seat in Utah, I think they waited, until the next census cycle, because I was a shoe-in, for either office . . . but she, Mommy Dearest, said, referring to Zeke getting fired . . . that had he been an active Mormon, this would never have happened, as if the Southwick family had an insiders track to knowledge of what was going on . . . neither, Zeke, nor I, starting back when I was about 21, were particularly, the standard Mormon issue, of sheeple, buying the program, as my dad would say, in lock step with other members, starting early in our educated, marriage, father with a masters degree, me juris doctorate, from BYU, lol, and we had been religious scholars in our own rights, and involved with many of the intellectuals in the Church and regular attenders of the Sunstone Conferences, held at the same time as BYU Education Week, and we were subscribers to the Sunstone Magazine and to Diologue, a more mellow version of scholars in the Church, coming out of BYU.

I had killed asset forfeiture legislation of cop and prosecutors, in 1997, followed by taking out the whole Medicare/Medicaid, fraud unit, getting 9 either attorneys and investigators fired for violating constitutional and federal regulatory agency rules!  Dennis Crowl, had been a former, colleague of mine, in the Criminal Enforcement Division of the Utah Attorney Generals Office, and the nicest guy you ever wanted to meet, so his firing was not something I sought, nor asked for, but I teamed with Frank Myler, who ended up challenging Mark Shurtleff, who ended up being elected, now under indictment, but a Boy Scout, Eagle Scout, and member of the Mormon Church, so don't count your breath that, for corruption charges, and due to me--seeing an article, in the newspaper rack, in the library, in Missoula, Montana--FBI drops probe against Swallow--oh, fuck no, not going to happen, and I wrote my blog that day on all the Shurtleff/Swallow shit, damaging indeed, coming from the person, who trained him, to take over my job, as assistant attorney general over the DMV, or the Division of Motor Vehicle, and both he and Frank also asked me to be their campaign directors, but, not until they asked me first if I was going to run for AG . . . no, Congress . . . but, prior to those days, Frank and I had man-handled, 27 attorneys, cops, agents, investigators, FBI, telling them, through a manual, one of three famous, manuals, telling these fuckers, just who, to whom, when, where, and under what conditions, the feds would investigate the physicians in Utah!

I was the only woman in the room, with 27 men, and I was definitely the prime mover behind the force of the constitution down your fucking federal throats!  Bad ass on steroids . . . payback took 8 years of my life, and clit cut off!  THE CONSTITUTION WAS WELL WORTH IT!  That was at the end of 1999, same year that I had refused to negotiate on asset forfeiture legislation, earlier in the year!  And you think that for one fucking second, sisters, other attorneys get credit, FUCK NO!

You Want to Talk Axis of Evil . . . Family, Faith, and State!  And I Am Talking, State . . . as In, Enemy of the State--Local, State and Federal!

ALL OF THIS EVIL POWER CRASHING DOWN ON SON'S HEAD!  BEAR ATTACK!

Just this morning, in the Durango Herald, there was a picture of a red-haired, homeless guy, that got my attention, but he shirt, was green, one of the symbols, for my family, our colors, green and orange . . . brain like a sponge and a computer, complicated as federal tax code, can't remember why on the green, but, deep orange is because of the color of my carpet, in Ogden, where Elliot was born, in 1983, while I was attending Weber State College/University, half the time while I was pregnant, but my focus, as was his father's, was making smart kids, not necessarily rich kids . . . which seems to have come true in blazing colors, with the money following; however, just like a statement by the founder or one of the founders of Browning Arms, told me once, while accompanying one of my four children's class, on a field trip through the very wealthy man's home, up on the avenues in Ogden . . . I asked the man, who lived behind an electric, iron gate, and it seems like he may have had body guards, but, hey, that has been 30 years ago, so . . . but I made some comment, like, what is it like to have this much money, and he said, the real challenge, is holding onto it once you get it!  

That statement as proven prophetic, both for me and my son, and I would think for his sisters and brother, who did electronic music, with surveillance cameras and recorders, NSA, equipment, just as easily accessing or easier to get computer generated music of son, Chris' computer, whom, was much more low keyed about his music, but spent a ton of time too! With the new age of Hip Hop, electronically generated music, was and is big time, with me hearing, only once Chris' music, and thinking it had been pirated and sold to Rehanna (?). I know that Maraloka's music was used on a Dodge car commercial . . . now these same fucks, that decided that I didn't have big enough boobs, or that Elliot, in the same bent as TV news magazines, want to market a particular brand of woman or musician, I am sure decided that brown haired, dime a dozen, back street looking boys, like Isaac, and a dozen dumb blondes, like Rachel, with monster fake boobs, would sell better, that smart, talented, real, authentic, mom and son . . . a marketing thing . . . well, they were wrong, mom attorney, has the largest blog on the web, and son's band, when written about it good for about 100,000,000 hit bump!  LOL!  

With the help of the MORMON NSA, these fucks are controlling my blog, taking the money, dividing, cutting, burying in the deep web and dark internet . . . making it is easy for me, and endless for Elliot, but hanging on to the money, once you make it, with the AXIS OF EVIL on the other side, with all the people, the resource, the access, and the power . . . holy shit, it is amazing that I have been able to trace what they have been doing!  Since OCTOBER 9, 2013, just about 20 DAYS after I started to write . . . pushing Elliot's bands, trying to make up for lost time, fame, recognition and record purchases . . . but that was a piper's dream . . . they read my blog, saw the growth connected with GR, and other bands, Elliot was in, and took advantage of NSA tools, and stole that TOO!

Now, I know that little Alexandra Maughn, down in Amerillo, Texas, hearing me trash, loser Isaac and loser mother, on my blog . . . with all Shelley's kids being born and raised on computers, her main form of entertainment for her poor kids, are both good at computers and total criminals, like mommy, just like Jesse and Tiffany Anderson, who were making "Bandit" copies of pirated God's Revolver music, with stacks of CDs with only that one word on it, doing bank runs every night, and with Shelley, Jesse, Tiffany, and Isaac, the spy inside, working with Brett and Kay, taking out credit cards, and setting up banks in several states, all losers with no money? . . . were making total bank!  Stealing El's music worked so well, that the gang of criminals, decided to branch out, being even more brazenly criminal, and putting together a whole fake band, to market worldwide, with mom and dad, totally neutralized.  I knew what was going on, as early as the Napoleon Dynamite Days of shocking Hollywood movie producers with its popularity and success on a budget of I think about $60,000 . . . God's Revolver, another brilliant and entertaining red-head, was doing the same in the music entertainment field and so did they!

Like In Napoleon Dynamite . . . After His Totally Fun and Cool Dance, He Exits the Stage, Before He Gets to Hear and See the Thunderous Applauds of His Classmates and the Student Body!  Same as Elliot and His Music!

Pedro wins the elections, as seen in the movie--the students are not stupid, and can see the difference, experience the difference, in fake Summer, very much like Rachel, and her Ken boyfriend, who are shocked, when the whole fuckin' student body, stands and claps for Napoleon, rather than her, and they vote for Pedro, because of Napoleon . . . much like Isaac got to be the rock star, that Elliot was and should have been, Isaac was dependent on El, not the other way around, and likewise, Shelley was dependent on me, but I didn't need her sorry ass, nor Kay's, Rachel, Sue, Tiffany, Hope, Kellys or any of the alleged, cool, girlz club, as fuckin' fake and stupid, as their male counter-parts, in COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE communities, an oxymoron of the MORON Church . . . but I don't know, if Napoleon, and I know Elliot, ever finds out, and the movie doesn't show whether the STAR, ever gets to know, he is a star, other than a girl, cool and able to see the difference between, class and character, in Napoleon, verses, ironically, enough, his brown haired, cousin, loser, that grandma wants out of the house, that is pushing, non-other than boob jobs, through his, MUST BUST, just like the Shelley and Isaac, Rachel crowd who are fake as hell, and with everything fake from their teeth, to their boobs, to their music, to their alleged wealth, ill gotten gains, to their fake law licenses to their fake blog . . . ALL MINE AND ELLIOT'S!  

Judged on Elliot's massive appeal to rock star followers, and to the huge ass number of hits I get, each time I write about either his band, their music, generally, averages, a hundred million, . . . the rock star has been born and his face, glorious firey head of flames, is still stealing fire from the gods, and bringing, SUPERNATURAL MUSIC to the masses.  I have not heard his new bands, and I am sure that Elliot, will just let me know when he gets them on the Internet, because, I loved the music so much, that every time he would either give me a CD or mail me one, I would pass it on, so some one could hear how very great my son's music is.  One other strange, slip, son-in-law Dallas a key player, and also, El's former girlfriend, Rachel, said, after I showed him all the great reviews and articles, and the real bad was killed, but the music lived on through frauds, but got heard, but he said, referring to Elliot, "I guess he is your son . . . "  

Like reluctantly, he didn't want to recognize or acknowledge that any part of me, had anything to do with the son, who's band, even when that fuckin' little bastard and bastard he truly is according to my family, Shelley's boss, sired that fuck, that it was Elliot's music, and, he is, in deed, MY SON!  Do you seriously think for one second, I would fight, as if Shelley, for nephew, Isaac, Jesse, Ty or Alex?  I know that the cops, the family and the fucking Mo's, have tried to pass, welfare chick, Shelley off as me, and that is why the cops go after me, thinking that I am that bitch . . . do you seriously think, I would trash myself that bad!  I fucking love myself, my kids, my grand-kids, my son's music, every last song, lyric, and look of it, in fact, about once a month, going through all his videos, with permanent smile on my face, loving the shit out of my baby boy, who is now, 32 years old, as of May 3, 1983!

MOM, ME, MOM, by Maya Angelo . . . Suggesting Two Mothers . . . Why Would the Girlz Club, Admit El, Was not The Club's Son . . . They Would All Go To Prison!   They Break'em, then Remake'em!  Patterns! 

Yeah, no matter what the spin doctors have told Elliot, about me, that I abandoned him . . . hell if it wasn't for me, you would not be listening to his music!  I bought him his first red electric guitar, told him, not to cause anyone to lose their faith in God, thus, maybe a motivator, subconscious power of suggestion, 10 years later, for name, God's Revolver . . . I keep typing the word, "bot" and he most likely was . . . Elliot was only 5 year old, when me and his father divorced, memories lapse, fuckers poison, undercover agent girlfriends, sleeping with my son, tend to have more sway on his heart, than mom, at this time, and the government pattern is to break you and remake you . . . so, SON, you think they are your saviors, THEY ARE THE ONE'S WHO BROKE YOU!  and your mother's blog, that revealed the real YOU, actually saved you, they just stole the blog . . . and he was young!  I drove both Isaac, Elliot, and Tyler, members of the first band, Purification . . . and purity is what I have a passion, for 3 solid years, almost every week end, about a total of 300 miles, twice each weekend--had I been married, to you/his father, I never would have done that, and Shelley NEVER DID DRIVE THEM!  Not ONCE!  Don Anderson, would on Sunday afternoons, at least, once in a while, meet me at the duck pond at Weber State University, but that too was rare . . . and grandpa, complained and told me to stop driving those clods around, interesting that he never made money, except on me and my son!  

Now, and only now, that I have blasted Elliot's face, his music and his bands all over hell and back, on my blog . . . they knew they had to get my kids involved, or they couldn't keep making money, Isacc wasn't and couldn't cut it any more and neither could fat, Ryan Chambers, the first fill in, red head for Elliot!  No, I can fill in hopefully criminal prosecutors and investigators, non-Mormon, because, Mo's wont' take on Mo's . . . but, I knew every step of the deceit, but couldn't do anything about it, but, it is great, they thought, even while I was going to the U.S. Supreme Court, that I was brain dead!  LOL, my brain is like a fucking computer, I marked every step that I could either see or find, and can tell you even to this day . . . and I am not that GOD_DAMNED BITCH SHELLEY, FAMILY, CHURCH and STATE WELFARE QUEEN . . .and I would be totally self sufficient now, with my billion I have made, in cases, and blogs, or with their fuckin' hands out of all my job applications, interfering for fear they will be discovered! 

This Whole Thing Is Mormon Spy Shit . . . Switched Back to Birth!  I Don't Exist or I Get Shelley's Shitty Life, Kids, Blah!  NO THANKS!  I am JOANN!  SHE GETS HER SHIT!   Sitting Right Here, In Playplace, McDIs's, Durango, Colorado . . . . River is Running Wild and Free This Morning!

Just like in the case with the legal position at Montana State University, it took me two fucking days to get a damned application filed, with half going on line, my resume, couldn't attach, either to the email, and all kinds of trouble . . . and this is not the first time . . . I applied for the position at the University of Montana, for communications director under the President of the college, Englestrom . . . or whatever.  He was on my email for about a year, but that email was stolen, and taken over by the fucks that steal everything and give Shelley access to whatever is mine and my connections . . . but, I am sure, one of my doubles either got the job, or the job application was blocked!  I am either totally qualified or way over qualified!  But . . . that is spilled milk and the past, so, whatever . . . the job in Missoula, just asked for a bachelor's degree . . . I would have been a great asset, with legal issues and Department of Justice breathing down the Universities neck, and probably was with my blog, still supported them, and fought, telling legal analysis, that helped the college, so . . . I serve were I can, and see my law license as a license to serve, never worried about the money, still don't!

You Do Poor So Well . . . And We Do Rich So Well, This Relationship Works!  Don't You Think?  No, I Have Never Been Poor . . . Shelley, Brett, Kay, Have All Been Poor, NOT ME, Until They Stole All My Work!

Similarities with History of Grand Funk Railroad

I know that Elliot, busy as hell, maybe touring with his other alleged mom, who would have done and did anything to steal your music, money, fame, fortune and believe me, it would still be Isaac, Ryan, and others, in the fake band, making your music, rather than you . . . so, enjoy the fuckers that broke you, and ignore the mother who supported, encouraged, defended, promoted, and discovered their treachery . . . Elliot is not with HIS birth mother, who is sitting writing this blog in Durango, Colorado!  Elliot came out of these legs, not Kay's wimpy ass, tube legs, or Shelley hairy ass, or Rachel's tucked tummy, or Sue's fuzzy pussy, just because she has red headed daughters, three, all her sons have brown hair . . . don't be fooled by the ones who hated your family, then were green with envy, when we left the Southwick brew, and ventured outside the family into the world, and because stunning successes!

Watch the Grand Funk Railroad, documentary, history, and progression . . . a promoter who took 16% of the proceeds, and the three members of the band only got 6%, tax collectors, and other challenges, but nothing compared to YOUR Challenges by people who allegedly loved you, when in reality, they HATED YOU, YOUR MOTHER, YOUR BROTHER and SISTERS!  Now that you are a success, and their success is tied to yours, due to my blog, which they take credit for . . . they have no choice but to bring you on board, but that was only later, when they knew I knew what the fuck was going on with the family!  Your job is to honor your father and mother . . . not the other way around, so your days would be long on the land . . . they will kill you, if they can and take 100% of the proceeds of your music and bands!

I believe that, judged on God, my Intel, guy, the news, the symbolic nature of the picture on the front of the Durango Herald . . . that You, were LUCKY, on the green t-shirt of the red-head, that looks more like Ryan, than you . . . a taste for your fame . . . worse, once you have tasted it, ask Isaac, Shelley a crew, not going to give it up, go back to their NO-NAME LIVES!  But, the picture is connected with a bear attack up in the hills behind where I am staying!  My first impression was . . . all the symbolism, leads me to believe, that they planned an attack on you, and you just got LUCKY!

BEWARE OF WOLVES IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING . . . BE WISE AS A SERPENT, GENTLE AS A DOVE!  REMEMBER, YOUR FIRST RECORD LABEL WAS, SYMBOLICALLY, IN KAYSVILLE, UTAH, WITH PROMOTER TAKING TONS OF MONEY, 5 BAND MEMBERS GETTING ONLY 10% to SPLIT!  WORSE THAN GFR!

THESE ARE RUTHLESS KILLERS YOU ARE DEALING WITH, NOT COZY AUNTIES OR SUBSTITUTE MOTHERS!

HOT FRIES, NO LIES . . . POWERED BY@DURANGO JOE'S; WE'RE HOT, FRESH AND QUICK! "STAND BY RAND" (TOUCH OF SHADES OF GREY/KENNEDY)--SENATOR RAND PAUL, PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE, DELAYED VOTE ON NSA'S INVASIVE, PRIVACY, 4TH AMENDMENT VIOLATING, 3 PROGRAMS! OUR VETERANS, FOUNDING FATHERS, FOUGHT FOR THESE RIGHTS--STOP BLOWING THEM OUT YOUR ASSES (ME)--WE ARE THE ENVY OF THE WORLD FOR OUR RIGHTS, THE SAME ONE'S AT ISSUE RIGHT NOW ON THE FLOORS OF CONGRESS! DIP SHITS, LIKE SENATOR MCCAIN STORMED OUT OF THE ROOM, WHEN RAND STOOD UP, THINKING THAT PAUL IS TRYING TO MAKE AMERICA VULNERABLE TO ATTACK--NO HE IS JUST TRYING TO RETURN THE COUNTRY TO "AMERICAN STATUS" AS A FREE COUNTRY! PAUL HATED PATRIOT ACT, TSA SEARCHES BACK IN 2012! GOOD FOR YOU, PRESIDENT OF THE SENATE, MITCH MCCONNELL, GETTING BEHIND RAND! YAHOO! CONGRESS, SENATE, DO YOUR HOMEWORK ON HOUSE PROPOSED "FREEDOM ACT", "PATRIOT ACT", NAME DECEIVED AMERICANS, IF THEY EVEN KNEW ABOUT IT . . . IT WAS THE UN-PATRIOT ACT! POLITICS FIRST . . . ARE YOU READY TO HAVE SOME FUN? RAFTING, KAYAKERS FROM THE STATES, ENGLAND, FRANCE, AND NEW ZEALAND, 3,000 TO 4,000 RIVER FANS, WATCHING KAYAKING SLALOMS, SUP SLALOMS AND BOATING, DOG WATER TRICKS, FILM SCREENING, FREESTYLE KAYAKING COMPETITION! OH, YEAH, FUN, FUN, FUN . . . WET & WILD, MILD TO WILD! HELTER SMELTER . . . DURNAGO, ANIMUS RIVER DAYS' FESTIVAL 2015, COOL! COLORFUL! COMPETITIVE! LIKE IT ALL, SO WILL YOU NEXT YEAR, PLAN AHEAD, GET INTO THAT KAYAKING SUIT! LOL!

Lone Wolf Terrorist, I Am Not . . . I Have, However, Ditched My Cell Phones, One a Month, Because of NSA Shit--Guess That Got Me In Hot Water!

I am going to tell you three stories, that are straight up, a violation of my rights of privacy, free speech, protection from unreasonable searches and seizures, without probable cause of committing a crime, due process and equal protection, for violating my life, liberty and property, including cruel and unusual punishment, and many more civil rights, if I were to take the time to think more about it, but I rarely think when I write these blogs, I have tons of real life experiences, law practice stories, cases, and other information floating around in my head, at any given time, without doing much more than walk to McDs to get a Diet Coke or to some other establishment, to get a bite to eat, or to use their Internet . . . one of the downsides to being homeless!  But, even when I do have a home and Internet, I choose to get out of the house, and mingle with the commoners!  LOL!  Just kidding . . . this first story just happened last night!

Encrypted Cell Phone Messages From Friend In Kalispell--3 of Them?

So last week, I tried to call my friend, in Kalispell, the owner of the Granite Peak Grill, with an A+ rating on her food, totally great, one of the reasons I love to go visit, she always whips up one of grandma's recipes and feeds me free, in exchange for having me her retained attorney--will work for food!  LOL!  I was not able to text or call her, on her cell phone either . . . now, we had been communicating back and forth for a few days, her with some legal questions, and wondering where the hell I disappeared this time--glad someone checks up on me, she knew that Kalispell had been hell from day one, with me being sleep deprived, and chased the first 4 days out of the 7, after I got back into town after almost a three or four month hiatus from the place, giving me and the town law enforcement a break!  LOL!  But, I had wanted her to go dancing with me at either the Blue Moon or the Bull Dog, both of which I love, and dig dancing at, and the bands at the Moon love it when I come to  dance . . . don't care if I have a partner, prefer to not have one, which bugs the hell out of the cowboys, who know the two step and have their choices of ladies, who generally give up on the few good dancers, and join me to boogie all over the dance floor in wild abandon!  At the Dog, while 30 years older than the rest of the crowd, attending this DJ hopped up place, I get all the hotties, the young guys end up bumping and grinding on me, why?, because of my confidence gals . . . that is what one particular hot commodity told me, with his gal friends, doing all they could to get him back on their turf!  As one guy would leave to get me a drink, another one would tap in! LOL!  Invest in yourself!

So, anyway, finally, I got two texts from girlfriend in Kalispell, thought the NSA was blocking contact, which has happened before, so I was relieved to hear that she was alive, and I had not only a place to rent, when I got back, but I have a built in dance partner!  It was right after that conversation, that the phone went dead! I know one of my doubles, is up in the area, and the cops guard her, from me, the true JOANN, which should tell you something of the make up of the cops forces . . . on the criminal Mormon's side!  Go fucking figure . . . yeah, I fucking swear, they KILL!  On a scale of one to ten, which is worse, you numb chucks?  I my high school, seminary class, a religious class, that high school students can take, during the school year, but off school property, started back in the days, when there was actually a separation of church and state, in UTAH!  But, one of our religion teachers told of a woman who came to confess her sins to the Bishopric, the ward leaders, and she had slept with half of the men in the ward, and as she confessed that, breaking up families, right and left, she said, but I don't smoke or drink!  As if those were the greater sins . . . and, case in point, that is true, me swearing is worse than murder, mayhem, torture, identity theft, billion dollar heist, theft of real, personal, and intellectual property!  Good God!

@!@i@v@Y?@ @O@p$ . . . Coded Messages, Don't Even Have Some of the Symbols, And Others are Upside Down!

Annie and I were texting back and forth, and all of the sudden, in response to one of her questions, that I then proceeded to gie the answer to, this type message came through, on full screen, text message, in some foreign language, that I sure as hell, don't know what the message was, but I might be able to figure out, if I gave a rat's ass, about some sister bitch, who is staying posted, 24/7 on her fascinating sister's life, that she would give her fake tits for!  LOL!  There are only 5 of them, sisters that is, and a few average attorneys, jealous as hell of any relationship, and live in mortal terror, that the fucking NSA, is going to miss, some message, or they will not be able to know every lame ass detail of my great life, that I am just busy living and digging!  They don't have a life without mine . . . sad commentary, don't you think, one of the things someone told me, back when I was actually active in the Mo Church, was that of course Mormons believe in life eternal, because their lives are so boring, it feels like an eternity, just making it to death!  LOL!  There is some truth to that!  But, I got three of these fucked messages.

I asked Annie, what the hell these were--new to her . . . Annie, who has in her past been a Mormon, and we commiserate, but who knows, her husband was a big shot, Mormon in the military, and I think he did something like duty at the White House, or he was in the Secret Service, the perfect, double, double agent!  I still dig her, and how do the Mo's think, that I learn all I do about the, alleged, intelligence community, or even better the counter-intelligence community! LOL!  Who's tracking who . . . LOL!  Who's learning from who?  Okay, that is just last night!

Hot Honey, Kennedy, Triggered the Encrypted Messages!

She is the friend who was totally impressed, you had a KENNEDY tell you he loved you . . . I kiss and tell, as you can tell, especially, with a Hot Honey Trap, like this dude, stud muffin, gorgeous guy, sexy as hell, and one sweet thrill, even if I don't see him again!  I prefer to see him, but hell, how may women, well, maybe a ton, can say the same thing, but, I am sure I will not meet one of them, unless, baby sister, alleged government twin, Rachel, gets to be the proxy stand it, and Kennedy is on their payroll, which has crossed my mind, but if you want the Zarconian version of me, go for it!  LOL!  Men are like trolley cars!  I have been with hot guys before!  And I am sure he can, with tons of effort, replace me . . . the way I look at women, after you invest in yourself, it is their loss . . . the man's loss . . . I am, as well as a Kennedy, are not that easy to replace, so we are even!  LOL . . . why does he think he got shot in a drive-by shooting, other lovers, husbands, can't replace me!  Don't want him to get the real McCoy, when they have Dispsy Duke rather than Daisy!

Kennedy is a man of letters, allegedly with 9 years of post graduate education, he may even have more schooling than myself, but, he knows full well, I am the Cosmo Professor, compared to most smart chicks who teach on campuses across America, and can be in a matter of actually even weeks, which is why, I have joined 6 gyms from Montana to Vegas, and the feds have interfered with all of them, including gang members, tatted up, and pierced, heavy breathing over my neck, while I am doing some easy version of pretending that I am doing the universal circuit!  LOL . . . one of the great things about loving food, and never dieting, is that my body, responds like crazy to exercising, with immediate results, because I was an exerciser for years, up until the government poisoned me back in 2000, and I fucking, SLIM FAST!  

Within about a week, the sky hawks, see the results, and they start fucking with staff and my exercise routine, which my body loves . . . so I don't get looking any better than I do now . . . but, hey ladies, it is the insecure men, who can't deal with me, the younger generation are all about, Cougars and Sugar Mamma's!  In the dating world, those are the highest hitting sites, at least according to Wired Magazine!  Ask Kennedy, he had some young hot challengers, so he called me, Grandma, which I am, but, like one of the surfer, looking, long-haired dudes, Charlie, hot, yelled when he found out that I was 60 said, Hell, YOU MAKE 60 LOOK GOOD!  Perfect timing, lol, as Kennedy, looked on . . . LOL . . . fun, fun, fun, good memories, distracted on her way, on her way to grandmother's house . . . song lyrics on right now!  Only, I am the grandmother!  SSSSSHHHH, the youngsters don't know . . . LOL!  Na, I am proud of my status, makes looking younger, even more fun!  Don't fear aging women, like fine wine, we only get better with age, ask Hillary!  PREZ?  Song, lyrics, stop using your body and use your brain, lost and turned out!  Hell, Yeah!

Hottest Couple, Give Hollywood a Run for Their Money!  A Short 3 Months!

The other night, me and the gals at the Durango Community Shelter, Volunteers of America, we were watching the oldie, but goodie, classic, As Good as it Gets, with Helen Hunt, Jack Nicholson, Cuba Gooding Jr., and the guy who did the great job of playing Cuba's lover, who got beaten by thugs, can't ever remember his name, sorry, great actor, cute, sweet in the film and steals, Helen's attention from rich, Jack. But as Helen and Jack, very awkwardly move through their relationship, at the end, or at several times, he hits the nail on the head, responding to Helen's questions . . . You make me want to be a better man . . . I see that you are the greatest lady in the world, and for that I am proud of myself!  

One of the things, I liked so much about Kennedy, is his ability to sense, that he was with a quality person, as I did too, and while trying all the pick up lines, eventually, he got to the real him, sweet, helpful, patient, doting, and boy-like, ah, shucks, country boy, showing his roots, a farm boy, in awe and kind of reverence, seeming to know more about me, that he could hide, and in a shelter, that was a totally enduring quality . . . and he had to put up with some of the sensitivity, that comes from being pushed around a bit in life, kind of like Hunt, in As Good As It Gets . . . but knowing, that was a hell of a lot!  After awhile, there was kind of silent appreciation and at least for me, an adoration, at the challenges he had to endure as a Kennedy, with the threat of murder and assassination of a family, killing American prophets, like John and Bobby Kennedy, with a Kennedy, especially with a woman like myself, total threat, to any political office!

On one occasion, under his breath, he mentioned or implied, who hard, I had no idea . . . I can only imagine! One of my symbols and signs for violence, is the gorilla, symbolizing gore . . . and the other day, shoot, can't find my notes, or find the one that reminded me of Kennedy, before being shot, and after being shot . . . it was wild abandoned, unabashed, male virility, dancing, flirting, and all, but after, caution, safety, aware of surveillance, enemies afoot, and the connection with me . . . but, I saw this picture of a gorilla, stone faced, and it said, some term that reminded me of James, Tougher . . . this is not kids' play . . . Satan's Den is playing for real, and Stan, another single guy, was jealous as hell of me and Kennedy . . . song on, by BeeGee's, STAYING ALIVE . . . I am sure, staying alive, has a whole new meaning to him, and he knows, now, why I got up and left, before everyone was up, leaving without telling him, twice, that I was leaving . . . for his and my safety!  I am sure he is a new man!  A hunted man!  I have credentials, he has credentials, that no other presidential candidates have, and looks that belong in Hollywood, with me losing a few pounds, easy, if left alone, and me with a blog that goes to billions worldwide . . . name recognition on both partners sides . . . why do you think they poisoned me, the day I bought tickets to meet Kennedy in Durango?  Oh, yes, they see us as probably the most dangerous couple in America . . . who could beat a Clinton or a Bush, or a Paul?  Fuck Yeah, a Kennedy!

After Kennedy hooked up with me, Ambassador, Caroline Kennedy, started to get death threats!  One more line of threats, going after the family, mob shit, Satan's Den on both of our asses!  Either the luckiest couple in the world or star crossed lovers!  And where are our, CIA, FBI, NSA . . . defending, fucking Mitt's Mafia, in Mormondumb!  They are all, fucking Republicans, hell, Prophet, Ezra Taft Benson, back in the day, was Secretary of Agriculture, before becoming a Mormon prophet, literally said, as a member of the John Birch Society, as I have been in the past, you can't be a good Mormon and a Democrat!  That message has resonated, from the early days of the Mormon Church, when Mormons block voted, ah, as if they have changed . . . and would only do business with members, ah, as if they have changed!  Get a grip of who you are dealing with here, and the threat I am to those fucking dip shits, and 70% of the CIA, FBI, and probably all the 40 spy agencies, with a less than American agenda, but a Mormon Church, Republican agenda, but not the one, Senator Rand Paul, is promoting, the old time, Constitutional Ideas Agenda of the founding fathers, who crossed the Brits, birth place of most Mormons ancestors!  Think under the covers, between the lines, why haven't I been protected, why haven't these fucking bitches, who have clearly stolen my identity, and taken credit for all I do, still!?  Think!

A guy just walked by me, here at McD's, with a black and white, baseball hat on . . . symbolic of cops, and a t-shirt, with a picture of President, Abraham Lincoln, with sunglasses on!  A sign of assassination, Lincoln was assassinated, but while Kennedy is much better looking that old Abe, he is about at tall, think Lincoln was about 6'5" tall, and Kennedy is right about there, with wild dark hair, and cool, as in the sunglasses . . . like they are threatening me, that they will assassinate James Kennedy, if I don't quit writing about him, well fuck you, it also keeps him alive!  There is method to my madness, and I will not be threatened, nor do I deal with terrorists . . . like my friend, Scott Holyoak, who has probably been paid off to say that Rachel, or Shelley are me, but he said, of me, that nobody can go from zero to bitch faster than me, and the difference between me and a terrorist, is that you can negotiate with a terrorist!  My words cut like a double edged sword, not only will the fucks in the CIA, FBI, DIA, NSA, be put on notice that Kennedy is being threatened, as is Caroline, better fucking check that our, about in March sometime, if you want to verify, which is what real cops, smart cops, not bought and paid for cops do!  You have a duty to warn even fucking criminals, if there are hits out on them, so you better not, being the ones putting hits on him . . . the world cares about the Kennedy family, probably more than any other family, knowing the tragedy they have endured, so be on guard, you better be on the watch, and should be listening to Satan's Den phones . . . your bosses, not MINE, checking to see if I have talked, seen or heard from James!

Hot Black Lover, From Two Summers Ago, CIA, Culinary Institutes of Arts, My Ass . . . NSA Watching Us, About as Much as Kennedy and Me!

I don't know what my love life has to do with national security, to the point that the NSA is interested in every damned thing I say, do and who I kiss!, but I do know that they put wireless eavesdropping on my phones, and that is why I throw my cell phones away, before, or in the last two years, until I realized, that they could get my number, within about 5 to 10 minutes after I got a new one anyway, and decided to save the money, and just deal with it, because I am of total interest to these boring, Mormon fucks, so, I guess they get their jollies off me and my lovers, whatever . . . get a fucking life, you dull bastards!  No, I know, that there is about a 75% chance that any guy I meet up with, including Kennedy, is a fed, and working me under the covers . . . oh, undercover, and gather Intel, for my enemies . . . but who is playing who?  I am always game, but always careful, and watch, analyze the lover's every move, and add covert ops into the equation, finding it adds a certain edge to the relationship, that I dig!  Now Kennedy told me that all the 51 male Kennedy cousins, are either bikers or federal agents, or in my mind, both, or neither, but that is the line i am getting, for what it is worth, especially, when I first meet someone.

I am always looking for signs, for information that I haven't told them yet, for stories they appear to know, before I have known them long enough to ever mention them.  But, generally, I can rat out a federal agent, in a matter of hours, even though I may never mention that to the agent, and just enjoy the education, the game, and their efforts to try and get me to trust them long enough to assassinate me.  But, this one time, Miles, hot lover, You Dropped a Bomb on Me, it the theme song that reminds me of Miles, LOL!  But, I was coming up to Spokane, to, LOL, help him with legal issues, and I text him at 5:00 p.m., when just getting on the bus, to Spokane, where he is suppose to pick me up, at the bus and train station.  Miles is the one who taught me how to text, so this was a new tool to me, and I am into creative writing, and didn't think that we would ever see each other again, but after 300 sex messages, LOL, we had to get together to work on his legal issues!  

But, to entertain myself on the long bus ride, I wrote a particularly, creative sexual message, back before he would act it out within about one hour of making peace with me after the NSA, messed with our texts to each other, and us fighting over our phone and text messages, almost getting both of us, the only ones, in the bus terminal, at 1:45 a.m., with me ignoring, Miles, 14 phone messages and calls, being responsible for picking me up at the station, at that ungodly hour!  But, I had not heard from Miles and for damn good reason, the NSA, was intercepting, blocking and fucking with our personal messages, or jackin' off at the NSA, reading my jacked up sex messages!  LOL, but I had not heard from Miles, and decided that I was going to hit the train, and go back to Howard, my other hot black lover, and go back up to Glacier, where he was practicing his CIA, Culinary Institute of Arts skills as a chef, at the Swiftcurrent Lodge, where I was suppose to work also, but had to fly to Utah, to take care of clients cases, that were rearing their ugly heads, calling me back to the courts, rather than basking in the fresh mountain air of Montana!

Why Are You Calling Me, JoAnn!  We Are Standing 2 Feet From Each Other!

I told the security guard at the train and bus terminal, to throw Miles ass out of the terminal . . . this was before, shades of cops, like Zimmerman, could shoot black, unarmed citizens, who are unarmed, he said, he was going to through both of us out!  So, we took our fight, a normal thing between me and Miles, who was most likely a Harvard trained attorney, LOL!  He always got, sarcastic when I would, acting innocently, tell him what he had to do to get into law school, LOL!  I always play their lame ass covers . . . he was probably the best at ever arguing with this bad ass con law chick, but I could always knock the chip off his shoulder, over racism, because, my bottom line argument, was, well, black me got the right to vote, before women! So, shut the hell up!  And that worked sometimes!  LOL!  Defineitly my sparing partner, making me so pissed, that the sex was sweeter, after having battled the brains, largest sex organ, men and women, adds an edge to other activities!  LOL! This was before, our indecent exposure to the world, having sex up against a wall, after realizing, that our texts had been interfered with by the NSA!

But, Miles, was still pissed and I was calm as a summer's day, paying him back for pissing me off, by not returning his 14 phone calls, until he discovered me, sitting in the train and bus terminal, lol, having missed the train, going back to Howard, by 5 minutes!  So, I was just going to wait, until the next day!  After getting kicked out of the place, we were still fighting, when Mile's phone lit up with my picture on it, and he said, Why are you calling me, JoAnn?  We are standing right here together!  I looked down at my phone to see what was up, and I had my Straight Talk flip cell phone, wrapped around with my ear buds!  Song on, is Heartbreaker!  All the agents, that I like or who like me, well, love me, turn on me with a vengence, if things don't work out, then Rachel becomes me, or Shelley, Kay is with Brett, but she was probably bent over by all the same guys I have either been with or rejected!  But, once again, Miles got a phone call from the NSA, probably not thinking we were together, thinking that we, surely would have given up, after what, 8 hours of interference . . . the power of sex!  LOL!  We were both looking at each other, and it dawned on us, that we had been played and fucked with . . . okay, let's go kiss and make up!  LOL! And we did, not 10 minutes around the corner and in broad, dawn light!  LOL!

Ordered By the FBI, Surrounded by Homeland Security, Cops, To Call FBI and Give Me My Phone Number, So, They Could Contact Me, After Getting a Hold of, Ironically, Enough, Senator Rand Paul and Congressman, Jason Chavetz, of Utah, Over Suing Homeland Security, Patriot Act, and TSA Agents, the Day After Senator Paul, Got Frisked, Going Through TSA, Airport Check Points!

Damned right, I am going to ditch my cell phones, with the games, the clicking, the echoes, the interferences I had experienced, from the NSA, for years, long before Edward Snowden, ratted out the NSA, for spying on Americans, I had read the Shadow Factory and Spying on America, in about 2008, and knew damned well about the NSA to watch lists, and knew, that I was not only on the list, but probably, now topped the list, trying to bring back, my beloved, U.S. Constitution and state constitutions, in a $357 million case, with the fucking Patriot Act Fucks, on my ass all the fucking time, and I was sneaking out of Utah in the dark of the night, on another bull shit trap, but having to play their god-damned games, had to be sworn in person, to the United States Supreme Court, or the case would be denied cert, right off the bat, and knowing full well, that the Patriot Rats, loyalist to Brits, would try to kill me on the way back, already having bribed my two asshole fucking Mormon clients, in the year Mitt Romney was running for President, and I was fighting for President Obama!  But, I gave my first cell phone to a kid at a gas station in Grand Junction, after stopping to get gas money from Hope M. Carlton-Levin, my client who owed me $2,000, getting a mere $200 from her, but before taking off, ditched my cell phone, letting a kid, rip and tare it up, smashing and bashing it, just exactly the way I felt about the ears on my phone, not wanting anyone to know where I was going . . . as if that total bitch, alleged, Playmate of July 1996, pig snorting, bitch cop, who took the real Hope's place, after the cops murdered, Hope and probably her now 15 year old daughter, who called Frank of Interpol, telling him I had stopped to get gas, on my way to Washington, D.C.!  The race was on . . . with client, Brock, a financial planner, not knowing how to get money to his attorney, stranded in Kansas for 5 hours for the fake bitches, to catch up with me . . . hanging out with Dorothy, Toto, the Lion, Scarecrow and Tin Man . . . too bad I didn't know, Kennedy then!  LOL!

Song on . . . lol, mentioning Kennedy, . . . Let's Go All the Way, Don't Be Afraid . . . oh, yeah!  I have to take a breather for a minute girls!  Ahhhhh, yeah . . . All We Need is Each Other . . . I Feel the Friendship Growing, Let's Go all the Way, Come on . . . oh, yeah, baby!  I will be okay in a few minutes . . . smile, smile, smile . . . You Know, My Love is Real . . . I Feel the Friendship Growing, Let's Go All the Way, I Swear, I Will Never Hurt You Girl, Let's Go All the Way . . . gooey, delicious kiss, kiss, smoochy, smoochy . . . insiders message . . . I'm game . . . LOL!  New song, She's a Kinky Girl, Super Freak . . . LOL!  Gotta love that background music!  LOL!  Do the Locomotion With Me . . . gladly, there are times, after the fact, you wonder, what the hell you were thinking?  FUCK YEAH!

Cell Phone Charging . . . Surrounded by Washington, D.C., Cops of All Levels and Flavors . . . But, the Cops Did Like My Truck . . . ME TOO!  And They Even Admitted Agreeing with Me, that TSA Searches Did Violate 4th Amendment Right!!!!!!!!!  Hell Yeah!

Another symbolic t-shirt, red with a blue hand, in a clawing position, with a mouth on it, teeth bared, snarling at the passerby, or me . . . my sign for me is red, of course the power color, powered by Durango Jo, with blue, being the passive, blahsay, blue hand, screaming and teeth clinched . . . yes, it is I, the writer, the blogger, the member of the U.S. Supreme Court, the lover of two hot black men, the sex crazed 60 years old, that can pass for 35, took runner advice, that jogging can take 10 years off your age, later in life, jogged for about 10 years, daily, about 5 miles a day, rain, hail, sleet, snow!  It worked, listen to those health nuts, you have been ignoring!  LOL!  I was the only jogger, oh, no, I think Marcie did, Rachel will claim, because she ran track at Southern Utah University, while I was being a mother of four, and ending up on my ass, being an English major, later a law student, and attorney . . . careers and bodies that match!  Women are much more than a beautiful piece of flesh, interchangeable, all with tits and ass . . . yesterday's blog!

After I tried to get up to Congress, and contact Senator Rand Paul, and Senator McCain, this is not just Rand playing politics, he hated the TSA, back in 2012, when the alarm went off, when he walked through the security gates, with TSA agents, wanting to give Rand a pat down, made national news, while I was in Washington, D.C., being sworn in, right around, January 23, 2012, shortly thereafter, ask the fake bitches, without letting them read this first or alerting them . . . hey, they have 24/7 surveillance on me, I don't have it on them, and don't give a rat's ass about their lives, they all totally disgust me, and they all need to get a life of their own, or they are going to be more than sorry when they end up in prison, wondering why they didn't just enjoy their lives, their children, their choices, their degrees, their grand kids, rather than trying for the almighty dollar and power, Mormon shit, when the New Testament, Jesus teaches, blessed are the poor, and true religion is visiting the fatherless and the widows, where does the Book of Mormon shit, like, only the righteous shall prosper fit in . . . huh?

First I was stopped at the entrance to the mall, by Homeland Security, who had to have been alerted as to whom I was, because there were foreign rag heads, and Chinese all over the mall area, freely walking around, and I was the one stopped from getting up to the Hill?  Anyway, I had to show my ID, when I actually had bar cards, driver licenses, and other forms of I.D. before they got hijacked by feds or those bribed and paid by the feds to take my I.D., in the last two years, but, I was told, to pull over, almost on the sidewalk, as a homegrown terrorist or something . . . I did tell him that I was there to meet with Senator Paul and Congressman Chavetz, to sue Homeland Security for the TSA searches that were very controversial at the time, new, body scanners, and invasive body, and cavity searches going on!  But, as soon as I pulled up, on the sidewalk, 6 cop cars pulled around me blocking me in!  We discussed my truck, the 4th amendments, and they didn't like what was going on with the TSA either, but I had to sit there, until the FBI showed up in their trench coats, just like in the movies!

Ordered, Not Asked, To Go Back To Hotel and Call FBI, Give Them My Phone Number, My New One, I Am Charging?  I Am Not Sure How to Get Back to My Hotel?  Find IT!  They Want to Track Me, Get My New Number!

I did go back to the hotel, but only after they gave me instructions . . . I got lost, just going to find the Dunkin' Donuts, across the street from the Motel 6, just blocks from the Capitol!  I ended up, blocked from turning left, by a cement retaining wall, and ended up having two choices of going on two freeways, to never-land!  After wandering through bad ass neighborhoods, I recognized my motel! Thank God, so I wasn't joking or being a smart ass, like, ah, never, but, those roads on that Masonic pentagram are murder!  

LOL!  When I got back to the motel, my phone was still charging, or rather, that was my story . . . I called the FBI on my land line in my room, knowing they just wanted to keep track of me, just like the guy in the booth by the women's bathroom, who was just looking back here, checking me out, with me noticing him, thinking he looks like a young undercover FBI agent, probably a sting op!  

So, I told them my phone was not charged yet, and gave them my land line, number, so when either Senator Rand Paul or Congressman, Jason Chavetz, wanted me to help them sue the TSA and Homeland Security, I would be here to help, being the bad ass con law chick I am . . . the FBI said, Congress has their own attorneys, yeah, but they are not, ME!  That, I am sure was the problem!  I waited for two fucking hours, knowing they were never going to contact the representatives, and they just wanted to know my 40 or location.  I called my, or rather, Brock's office, who were taking my phone calls during that time, and gave them my new number, well, I couldn't get my new phone to give me my new number . . . NSA?  So, I got it from the secretary at Brock's office, asked her to make sure that it came under my name, JoAnn S. Secrsit? Yes, okay.  So, I called the FBI, and gave them my new number, and they said, That is not the number we have for you . . . what?  So, I asked them what number they had for me?  They gave me an entirely different number than Brock's receptionist!  I told them, I was sure that they had put it through one of their fusion centers under the Patriot Act, and changed it already!  THEY HUNG UP ON ME!

I called Brock's office back and asked them what my number was, and it was the new one the FBI had given me, and I was not listed as JoAnn, but something like Eloise!  I am a fucking, damned good, constitutional law attorney, and this is the shit, I got back in D.C., and have ever since I made it back to Washington, D.C., and got sworn in, on paper, after all, with double getting sworn in the night before, in person, so now, all the sudden the rules work, and I can attend, but have to do the oath of office, defending the Constitution, on paper, just like I had done, before I was told I had to go in person, probably because I beat the bitches to the punch and they wanted a second chance to steal the CASE!

NSA, I DITCHED MY SECOND PHONE IN ILLINOIS TRASH!  VERIFY, DUMB ASSES!  AT LEAST JUSTIFY A FEW DOLLARS OF YOUR $80 MILLION BUDGET!  EARN IT!

Now if the non-Mormon FBI, was smart, to verify, who I am, not the Mormon Muffins, sisters are, and two attorneys, are although, none of them know the religion like I do, or graduated from 5 years of seminary, I'm not Tiffany who served a Mo Mission in the Philippines, nor Rachel or Shelley, seminary drop outs, Sue, probably graduated, but not with 5 years, but I dropped the cell phone, that FBI compromised, in a trash can in Illinois somewhere, at a McDonald's as I recall!  LOL!  Irony there too, seeing I just had a new mushroom sirloin burger, fries, hot fudge sundae, and Diet Coke.

I am sure you, the FBI, under my double, Kay's direction, can fuck their boss, under my name, can check when the service was last use, probably around the first part of February 4, 2012 . . . Frank aka Allan Rex Bess, Interpol double, kept calling me, 11 times to be exact if you want to subpoena my cell phone records!  Use the programs for good for once!  He kept calling me, saying this is, Allan Rex Bess, your husband, as if, he repeated it 36 times, that it takes to memorize something, I would believe it, murderer!  Hell, no, so I took the cell phone and ditched it, in a trash can, at that location, in some town, along I-70, I think, if memory serves, with a straight shot to D.C., going through Grand Junction, both ways, because, Hope, hi-jacked me to do two briefs, the ones she gave copies from my flash drive to FBI, that led to her dropping her appeal, which, shouldn't have made a difference, but did, left me unprotected, and cost me $20,000 in personal property . . . with, Hope, really, having a copy of some bull shit, warrant, probably from FRANK, saying, that the $500 extortion I paid was not enough, now Judge Lyle Anderson, Grand County, 7th Judicial District, with Shelley, fucking Frank, wanting to steal my 10 pronged test to determine, the alimony/cohabitation connections, saving thousands of women their alimony, with a better test than the previous two pronged test the courts were using!  I am one of the best attorneys to happen to the law, in UTAH!  THEY STOLE IT ALL! 

Candidates You Can Trust Are Not Playing Politics . . . Senator Rand Paul, Raised by Daddy Ron Paul, Constitutional as Hell, With Red, White and Blue Blood, Not Just Blue Blood!  Jeb Bush, Said Rand Paul was Wrong about the Patriot Act, HIS Brother Implemented . . . President Clinton, Would NOT SIGN IT . . . Hillary Clinton, Refused, As Secretary of State, to Go through, TSA Searches or Pat Downs!  That Should Give You Some Good Solid Clues of Who You Can Trust, And Who You Can't . . . FUCK THE PATRIOT ACT!

I HAVE DAMNED GOOD REASON TO CHANGE MY CELL PHONES ANYTIME I WANT, ENCRYPTED MESSAGES?  REALLY?

P.S. if Jeb Bush is going to stick with brother on Iraq and Patriot Act, don't vote for the man, he is not his own man, and not a patriot of this country!  President George W. Bush, said he didn't need the Constitution, and it was just a piece of paper . . . that should tell you a great deal about Bush . . . Paul and Clinton, they get it!

God Bless America . . . Let Freedom Ring!  Don't Be Fooled By Freedom Act, if it Does the Same Thing as 215 Programs, Start Reading Between the Lines on Loyalties, to America? Or England?  Bushes are Tell, Tell, Trash the U.S. Constitution!