MORAL RELATIVISM OBSCURES TRUTH . . . ROGER, ROGER, GIVE ME YOUR 40? GOT INTO ZOO TOWN--MISSOULA, MT., AGAIN, LAST NIGHT ABOUT 7:00 P.M., AFTER TWO DAYS IN KALISPELL, MONTANA. BACK AT THE POVERELLO, NICE TO NOT PAY $75 PER NIGHT, JOINED THE AQUATICS CLUB, HERE IN TOWN, THREE MONTH PASS, BUT I THINK THE DOUBLES, THE SHADOW--WHOOPS NOT IN TOWN YET, GIRLS?, ALREADY CONTACTED THE FRONT DESK, BECAUSE THEY TOOK A PICTURE I.D., AND WERE SUPPOSE TO HAVE A PASS CARD MADE UP FOR ME, AND AS IS USUALLY THE CASE, NOTHING IS THAT SIMPLE, WHEN YOU HAVE PEOPLE IN GOVERNMENT TRYING TO STEAL YOUR I.D., EVEN SOME LITTLE THING LIKE A SWIMMING PASS CAN EXPOSE THEIR BULL SHIT LIES! SO I WAS SUPPOSE TO GET THE I.D., ONCE I GOT OUT OF THE POOL, AT ABOUT 9:45 A.M., STARTING ABOUT 8:30 A.M. AND THERE WAS A NEW GIRL WORKING THE FRONT DESK, AND OF COURSE, THEIR MACHINE IS NOT WORKING, AND IT WILL TAKE A FEW DAYS TO GET ME, MY I.D., BUT DON'T WORRY, YOU ARE IN THE COMPUTER! "THEY" DID THE SAME BULL SHIT AT FUEL FITNESS, PLANET FITNESS, THE SUMMIT, CAPITAL CITY, KALISPELL ATHLETIC . . . . BLAH, BLAH, BLAH . . . DON'T WANT ME THIN--ALREADY BETTER LOOKING THAN THEY ARE, EVEN FAT! LOL! THIS IS HOW THEY DO IT, OH, YEAH, THIS IS HOW THEY DO IT, BABY! SCREAM! I AM JUST TRYING TO LIVE MY LIFE, AND THEY ARE TRYING TO TOO! I FEEL LIKE I HAVE A BUNCH OF BLOOD SUCKING SLUGS ON ME, AND THEY ARE BLEEDING ME DRY, AND I CAN'T GET THEM OFF, NO MATTER WHAT I DO! ALWAYS WANT TO LEAVE MY LOCATION, WHEN I MOVE, SO THAT IF I GET MURDERED, SOMEONE WILL AT LEAST KNOW WHERE TO GO TO CATCH MY KILLERS! NOT LOL! SERIOUS . . . THE MORE I EXPOSE THEM, THE MORE I AM EXPOSED TO THEIR BULL SHIT, LIES, THREATS, TAILING, AND POTENTIAL HARM! NEW NAME FOR THE UNIVERSITY LAW SCHOOL, IS TOTALLY SYMBOLIC, ALEXDANDER BLEWETT III . . . SHELLEY'S DAUGHTER'S NAME IS ALEXANDRIA, BLUE IS THE COLOR FOR MORMONS TO ME, AND THREE IS THE NUMBER OF WOMEN, WHO CONSTANTLY TRY TO STEAL MY I.D. . . . SO CHANGING THE WILLIAM JAMISON, SYMBOLIC TOO, NAME IS COOL, BECAUSE, TO ME IT SAYS THAT THEY "BLEW IT" ON STEALING MY LEGAL HISTORY, LEGAL WORK, AND THIS BLOG ON THE LAW, AND ABOUT EVERYTING ELSE UNDER THE SUN! YAHOO! EVERY LITTLE VICTORY COUNTS, IN THIS FUCKED UP GAME THEY ARE TRYING TO PLAY . . . "THEY" INCLUDES THE MO CHURCH, FAMILY, MAFIA, MEN IN BLACK, 70% MORMON, COPS, OF ALL SIZES, SHAPES AND COLORS, AND TANGENTIALLY CONNECTED INDIVIDUALS, WHO WILL SELL THEIR OWN GRANDMOTHER FOR A "MESS OF POTTAGE" TO USE A BIBLICAL PHRASE, OR SELL THEIR SOULS TO THE DEVIL FOR A POUND OF GOLD! SO NOT WORTH IT . . . BUT, YEA, WHO AM I TO SAY! I JUST WANT THE FUCKS OFF MY BACK, AND OUT OF MY LIFE, AND OUT OF MY KIDS LIFE . . . HARD TO DO WHEN THEY ARE MARRIED TO THEM, THE MOB!

IDENTITY . . . "Where Does it All Stop?"

Great article in the Missoulian, Letters to the Editor, that addresses the issue of identity, examining the "Rachel Dolezal" and Caitlyn Jenner" crises, and hits the nail right on the head . . . Rachel, while identifying with blacks, will never be black, and Caitlyn or Bruce, while identifying with women over men, will never, in fact, actually be a woman, regardless of the sex change, and all.  "The should be the obvious to any observer that acceptance of moral relativism will en in circuses and straitjackets."  I could not agree more. "What you identify as, is completely irrelevant.  People "identify" themselves incorrectly all the time, like, "I identify myself as a car."  So the question was, "What is your race?"  This question aims at the truth.  She based her answers on feelings and opinions.  These are often wrong, no so with the truth."  The same goes for Jenner.  The truth is the truth . . . she is white, and you are man, even changing the plumbing.  That may be a harsh statement, but it is none the less true.

I feel the same way with all my sisters and friends, trying to claim that they are me, and that I don't exist . . . when in fact, I am sitting right here at the public computers, here in the law library at the University of Montana, school of law, that is the truth, nothing can change that truth.  The cyber trolls that troll my ass, all the time, even when I give my computer to some black dude in California or wherever, that doesn't mean that I am the black dude, it means, the truth, that I gave this guy my computer, to ditch the fucking feds, riding my ass, and tracking my motions, so I didn't end up in some federal detention center, or backwoods, jail, to be left until I die, or "they" decide to kill me or let me go!  That is the truth!  JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., mother of Greta, Nicole, Chris, and Elliot, is sitting right here, right now, at 4:20 P.M., regardless of what internal computer fuck, they, the NSA, has built into my blog, to make it look like Kay wrote it in Santa Barbara, California, 2 hours later, or if Rachel is in Chicago, and the post showed that it posted, 2 hours ahead of time, or if Shelley is in Alaska, and it posts, three hours later, because you can check your computer, wire it to register the time at the boogie man or ladies location, that the cyber trolls, want to appear to be me . . . but the plain truth of the matter, is, I and my ample ass, are sitting right here, tonight I will sleep at the Poverello, eat dinner there around 6:00 P.M., and go swimming at the Aquatic Center off Orange and Gregg!

Now, I didn't have to follow me, to get that cross street, because, I am living MY life, and they are trying to live MY life, to steal, lie and kill, for money, and this blog brings in a shit load of it!  I ate, at a Greek restaurant, I think it is called, Gyro One, just off Orange St. and across from some small grocery store.  I got there about 10:00 A.M. and the restaurant was not open; however, the waitress did come out and speak to me, telling me that they don't open until 11:00 A.M., which I did notice their hours on the door, so I bought a newspaper out of the machine on the premises, and opened the umbrella, to have some shade and read the newspaper, until the food establishment opened.  I ordered a Gyro Special, sandwich, fries, and drink, for $8:50, plus a baklava, or desert, which then came to $11:50, plus a two dollar tip, so the tab came to $13:50.  And you can check my Walmart money card, to see that is the fucking TRUTH!  I am amazed that the very people who should be checking verifying evidence like this out, are so inane and stupid and never think of the most simple way to check evidence!  I fucking tell you where to check it . . . I paid cash for the $75 three month pass at the Aquatics Center, and hopefully, if all goes well, and these fuck faces, leave me to my own life, I will be thin in three months . . . I have always been an exerciser, until 2000 when "they" poisoned me, so my body loves to workout, although, by the time I got to the law school, I was exhausted and feel asleep for at least two hours! 

The Truly Sad Thing is . . . They have Been Trying to Live My Life for the Last 15 Years . . . They Essentially Have No Life of Their Own!

No wonder "they" fight so hard . . . what is there left if I succeed, in exposing every action they are doing?  They go to jail, or better, they go back to their pathetic lives, that were so boring and uneventful that, it horrifies them to think of what life would be without fighting to be me.  While they live tandum lives, piggy backing on me, and jumping back off when they are being investigated, their main, life at this point, is MINE!  And that, in and of itself is a tragedy.  Honesty, truly is the best policy and it is the most efficient policy also!  I am just simply living my life, although, altered by them, to some extend, given, I am always, like last night, trying to ditch them and get the fuckers off my back, long enough for those who might actually be on the side of truth . . . which seems to be insignificant, or so it seems, and they are actually on the side of the lie, trying to protect the liars, not the victim of the lies!  But, as is the case, last night or yesterday afternoon, as I saw the cops, cruising, looking like sharks, and wondering what the fuck they have up their asses this time, other than protecting the girls, girls, girls, or worried about the water compact, lawsuit, where I exposed the bull shit of the Governor and the AG, and the Legislature, for not following constitutional mandates, that to ratify a bill or compact, it needs to go through both houses of the legislature, and pass by 2/3rds vote, which it did not do . . . and that is according to the Montana State Constitution!  YOUR BIBLE FOR STATE GOVERNMENT!  That is one of the uses for these doubles, is I go in make a splash on some issue, like medical marijuana, in Whitefish, early on . . . they bring in a cover to promote the federal governments side, and the current law sucks, all but the kitchen sink is included and it is incognito, using small letters to hide the fact that the bill back in 2013 was driven by the federal bureau of investigation, not the FBI, which everyone would recognize, and the department of justice, not the proper form, of the Department of Justice, being recognized as a federal agency, in this state that hates the feds!  NICE . . . but, they know, I know this shit, and you don't, so they bring in Susan, or Shelley, or Rachel, depending on the issue, and lie, making you think that is the name you identify with on this particular issue or the water compact, therefore, because, previously you have read or trusted me, they, USE my name and credentials to LIE TO YOU!  And so the story goes . . .over and over and over!

But again, that does not negate the fact, that Susan is Susan, Shelley is Shelley, Rachel is Rachel, and Kay is Kay, Tiffany is Tiffany and if you ever found out, you would be enraged!  Yes, Mormons lie, CIA, FBI, ATF, DEA agents, all lie and have lied, with regards to who I am . . . and they protect the girls club, because they think they are nicer, or look better, or dress better . . . but never think better, that is where the masks come in.  Like I said, many blogs ago, after watching the movie The MASK, with Jim Cary or however you spell his name . . . a very ordinary, if not inadequate guy, turns into a dashing, fast, powerful, genius, and rushes circles around the cops, investigators and the mob . . . much like my sisters, taking on my legal persona, and powers, achievements, it gives them super human or beyond what they could do, abilities and people listen to them, like they always have me . . . power is addicting and these people, sisters, sibling rivalry, have a unique addiction to me and being me!  I all actuality, it is very sick, they are totally insane and stupid to think for one second they can pull this off . . . thus it is easier to kill me, make sure there is no DNA, wouldn't want to prove the TRUTH for god sake!  The are interested in different politics, power, prestige and money, all of which should be mine, that they have stolen and have become obsessed with keeping and do it under the guise of manipulating you poor little minions, and making the decisions for you, without you worrying your little heads . . . big brother and big sister will take care of all the details!



My Doubles Have BIG Time God Complexes!  It is All About Them!

THE TRUTH IS ALWAYS BEST, HONESTY IS ALWAYS THE BEST POLICY, PURE MOTIVES, ARE GREAT AND LET THE PEOPLE GOVERN THEMSELVES!



BELFAST IRELAND--GOD'S INTEL, BELL IS SYMBOL OF SHELLEY, I AM JOANN, HERE ON THE COMPUTER AT THE SUPER 8 HOTEL, KALISPELL, MONTANA, IT IS 7:02 A.M., AND IF YOU WILL NOTICE, MY POSTING SHOWS THE TIME THE THEIVES ALLEGEDLY POSTED, 3:14 A.M., WHEN I POSTED AT ABOUT 5:45 A.M., HERE ON THE HOTEL COMPUTER . . . GUY ON BUS, COP, OR HITMAN, MOST LIKELY GAVE MY COMPUTER TO SHELLEY, THE CON ARTIST, MOTHER OF ISAAC, MURDERER, ELLIOT IS MY SON, JAMES MADISON KENNEDY IS NOT WITH ME, AND NOT THE FATHER OF ELLIOT, OR THE BASS GUITARTIST FOR "THE DITCH IN THE DELTA" NOR "GOD'S REVOLVER"--HE SAID HE A TWO DAUTHERS AT PRINCETON, AND ANTOHER VERY LESBIAN DAUGHTER IN CALIFORNA . . . NOT MY KIDS, RACHEL, FLIGHT ATTENDANT FOR UNITED AIRLINES, TURNED COP, OR AKA, ME ATTORNEY, IS NOT ME EITHER! I GOT THIS GOD INTEL FROM UNITED PLANE, HEADING TO CHICAGO, WHERE RACHEL USED TO BE A FLIGHT ATTENDANT, THAT GOT REROUTED TO IRELAND, OR I HER LAND . . . NEVER WILL BE ME, NOR WILL ANY OF MY FUCKED UP AND SICK SISTERS, WHO ARE JEALOUS OF HELL, AND IF MY SON IS CLAIMING THEM AS HIS MOTHER, HE IS A FUCKING LIAR, BUT THAT KID CAME OUT OF THESE LEGS, AND WAS RASIED BY ME, FAT OR NOT! GROW UP SON, AND DON'T LET THESE TITS AND ASS ASSHOLES, LEAD YOU DOWN SOME PRIMROSE PATH OR FRAME YOU FOR MURDER THAT ISAAC DID, DYLANN ROOT, THE GUY WHO KILLED THE 9 PEOPLE, I JUST WROTE ABOUT IN SOUTH CAROLINA . . . DYLANN IS ONE OF SHELLEY'S GRANDKIDS NAMES, SO SYMBOLIC OF HER, AND ROOT, COMES FROM A MURDEROUS MOTHER, WITH SOPRANOS FAVORITE SHOW, AND A BOOK CASE FULL OF SERIAL KILLER BOOKS . . . GOOD IN AND GOOD OUT, BAD IN AND BAD OUT . . . CHECK MY BLOG, THAT AMAZINGLY, I CAN'T GET TO TO ADD WHERE I AM AT, SO SHELLEY HAS CONTROL OVER THE MAIN COMPUTER OR MY BLOG, WHICH IS TOTALLY FUCKED UP . . . I WOULD NEVER TRASH MYSELF, BUT SHELLEY, TRASH TIL THE DAY I DIE, AND FUCK JAMES MADISON OR MAD I SON . . . YOU GET YOUR SHIT DARLING, NO SHADES OF GREY AND YOU CAN HAVE RACHEL, AND SHE CAN HAVE YOU . . . YUCK! FAKE TITS, AND SUCKED ASS, ARE ABOUT AS FAKE AS YOU BEING A KENNEDY . . . ONLY IN YOUR DREAMS! SIGNED, JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., CHICK WHO MET YOU IN BUTTE, MONTANA AT THE SHELTER . . . I AM SURE THAT THE DESK HERE AT SUPER 8 WILL LIE FOR MONEY, AND THE STAFF AT THE RESCUE MISSION IN BUTTE WILL LIE TOO, BUT THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACTS, NOR IF ELLIOT LIES, DNA, DNA, DNA IF THERE ARE ANY QUESTIONS . . . FOR SCIENCE BASED PEOPLE, ALLEGEDLY, YOU SURE DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE BASIC TESTS TO SEE WHO'S DNA, IS CRUISING THROUGH MY SON'S VEINS! VANITY, VANITY, VANITY . . . DOESN'T CHANGE A THING, STILL MY KID! KEEP YOUR OWN!

GOD'S REVOLVER--HOT LOVE RIZES: (1) FROM FERGUSON, TO BALTIMORE AND NOW CHARLESTON, GETTING IT RIGHT! (2) 9 VICTIMS FAMILIES SHOW WHAT TRUE FORGIVENESS AND EVEN LOVE LOOKS LIKE, WHAT TURNING THE OTHER CHEEK IS; (3) COMMUNITY LOCKS HANDS IN LONGEST CHAIN OF PEOPLE, SHOWING SOLIDARITY, LOVE AND SUPPORT FOR THE FAMILIES, THE CHURCH, THE CITY; (4) IF LOVE IS THE FILTER, THE REVOLVER, AND THE CONFEDERATE FLAG FLYING AT THE SOUTH CAROLINA CAPITOL, STARTED FLYING IN 1961, TO SHOW FEDERAL GOVERNMENT, OPPOSITION TO CIVIL RIGHTS AND DESEGREGATION--AND IT SYMBOLIZES HATRED TO SOME--OUGHT STATE LEADERS, THE LEGISLATURE, OR THE GOVERNOR, TAKE IT DOWN, BEING A SYMBOL OF THE REBEL SOUTH OF THE PAST, NOT THE SOLITARY STATE OF TODAY? (5) DYLANN ROOT, WAS INSPIRED BY GEORGE ZIMMERMAN, WHO SHOT, YOUNG TRAYVON MARTIN, AN UNARMED BLACK YOUTH IN FLORIDA . . . HATE IS THE ROOT; (6) IT WAS THE FORGIVENESS, LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING THAT MADE DYLANN SEE THAT IN HIS OWN WORDS, "I KILLED GOOD PEOPLE"; (7) IT IS TIME FOR SOUTH CAROLINA, THE NATION AND THE WORLD TO TAKE DOWN THEIR SYMBOLIC FLAGS OF HATRED, DISCRIMINATIONN, RACIAL CLEANSING, AND PREJUDICE; (6) WE ARE NOT ONLY ONE NATION, ONE FAMILY, ONE SPECIES, ONE WORLD UNDER GOD, BUT A NATION AND WORLD UNDER CHANGE . . . LOVE IS THE ANSWER! (8) JESUS CHRIST AND HIS TEACHINGS ARE THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIGHT . . . WE CAN DO THIS, MAKING IT SIMPLE . . . LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD, LOVE YOUR FELLOW MEN/WOMEN AND CHILDREN! LOVE WILL PREVAIL OVER HATE, ANY DAY! LET'S GIT-R DONE . . . LET HATE GO!

When You Shoot a Revolver, You Have One Finger That Pulls the Trigger, But the Other Four Fingers Are Pointing Back at You . . . Are You Going to Shoot Love or Hate . . . What You Shoot, Will Come Back to You Four Fold!

When I bought my son, Elliot, his first, bright red, shiny electric guitar, the one condition I put on his music, if I were to purchase the instrument, was that he didn't do anything, through his lyrics, songs, that would cause someone to lose their faith in God . . . that was it.  So, when he named one of his bands, God's Revolver, I was delighted, for the symbolism that it represented, whether, at a subconscious level, or intended level of recognition, with that being a gun or weapon, being used either with the power to protect, or the power to destroy.  The word, Revolver, is much like the words, revolution, evolve, in and of the fact that it contains, while backward, the word, love.  While Dylann Root, went to the Emanuel Church, joining a scripture study group, with a bunch of people, who welcomed him into their group with open arms, extending love and acceptance, he returned their kindness, with hatred, violence, and death.  As, these family members, mourn their losses, they are sustained and determined to carry on with the teachings, they all have taken to heart, loved, forgave, and implemented the very teachings one of their ministers, who died, had taught them so well.

Dylann, on the other hand, will get the four fingers of the guns he used to carry out his message of hated, discrimination, and prejudice, using George Zimmerman as a model, for his life changed, stating that he knew that Zimmerman was right . . . right in tracking down, and shooting an unarmed black teen, who was just in the gated community, to visit his father?  I am sure, that he will feel the full weight of the law, all four fingers, dropping on his head, even while the family members shot him full of love and forgiveness.  We as parents, teachers, communities, courts, churches, need to get it right, teach children right, and promote, love, rather than hate . . . which brings me to the flag, flying over the state Capitol Building, one of rebellion, prejudice, discrimination, separation, division, hanging onto the old man, refusing to be baptized in the cleansing waters of repentance for errors in our thinking and ways!

Presidential candidates, have weighed in on the issue of the flag . . . and many of them have tied it to religious freedom?  Freedom to do what, to be what, to treat our fellow men and women as what?  To many blacks that I heard comment on the TV this morning, on Face the Nation, they said, that they were offended by the flag, that it connoted hate for black people, dating back to the very turbulent and violent times of the 1960 race riots . . . now what is positive with that?  I love the scripture, since some are referring to religious freedom, and connecting that to the flag, flying the rebel colors of hatred, that states, how can you say, you love God, someone you have not seen, when you can't love people that you can see?  Or how about, God is no respecter of persons . . . black, white, male, female, Jew, Gentile?  Or to state it in a more secular words of the founding fathers, to form a more perfect union, there will be tranquility, with general welfare, a common defense, justice for all, prosperity for me and my posterity . . . or to me, just simply, God's gospel, the gospel of good news, of love, of simplicity, of charity, which is the love of Christ!

And what exactly are those promoters of, so called, religious freedom promoting?  I would say, the total opposite of what it appears that they are seeking, but the legislative right to hate, discriminate, be prejudice, and segregate, whether it be against, performing interracial marriages, or gay marriages, to refuse to serve or do business with, people, they have judged, to be different, have differing ideas, lifestyles, or backgrounds, or life orientations than they, themselves have!  As I recall, from Sunday School, Christ said, Judge not that ye be not judged!  Or did I miss something, and was lacking in my religious education.  Some have argued with me over the years, that they have a right to do righteous judgements?  In my study of the law, whether it be, religious or secular, there are generally exceptions, or escape clauses, where a person, if they can fit through the eye of a needle, another religious analogy for the rich, they can act, say, or be different from the general rule, of not judging others, and escape either the wrath of God, or the ire of the law and courts.  

For some reason, I don't see a loop hole, wiggle room, or weasel words, in that statement that would allow for a person to judge another person . . . the word, righteous judgement is not included in that very short, but powerful clause and sentence.  And I think, if we were to look at it through the eyes of statutory, for these were the laws of the time, the scriptures, first, looking at the plain language of the statute or law . . . God, says precisely what he intended to say, don't fucking judge other people, or you will be judged, just as harshly as you have judged others!  Maybe God's intent is hidden somewhere in those words . . . I don't see it, but maybe you do?  Or the history, which we may look to the lady caught in adultery, and Christ never even looks up at her accusers, many whom probably used her services or took advantage of her, themselves, those little self righteous elders of the Jews . . . and he simply said, He who is without sin, cast the first stone.  Woman, where are thine accusers?  Go and sin no more.  Or the child that was brought to Jesus to be healed, and the Pharisees and the Sadducee's, asked Jesus, who was about to heal the child, whether it was his parents, or the child whom sinned, causing this ailment . . . Jesus Christ, said, Neither . . . I have done this to show my power!  And he healed the child, and the parents, rejoiced!

This is Not a Gun Control Issue . . . It is a Love/Hate Issue!

We can all say, were are Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown, and we can all say, we are Dylann Root!  We need to root out all the old preconceived notions of hatred, doing what we personally feel is right and wrong, and hold to law, scripture, common sense, dignity, morals, and love!  That is where our safety will be found . . . build your rock, or your life, on a firm foundation, solid ground, not on sand, but on rock, so when the winds come, when the rains come and the battles of life, like loved ones, good people, community and church leaders, are gunned down, in a scripture study, nonetheless, we have the fortitude, the moxy, the balls, to pick ourselves up and go forward.  But, better yet, when we feel an urge to be right, to take matters into our hands, to be hateful, to be judgmental, we have an arsenal of proper thoughts, right actions, balance, and catch phrases, that we can draw out of the wells of life, the water of life, or the spirit of love, and change ourselves, transforming hatred, under the guise of religious freedom, into love, as we are commanded to do.

I have said this in the past, guns are amoral, it is like beauty, it is all in the eyes of the beholder--you can use a gun for good or bad, for love or hate--use is in the hands of the holder . . . a gun is a symbol of protection, self-sufficiency, a deterrent to crime, an easy night sleep, the second amendment states that we need militias and the right to bear arms, just in case they are needed against foreign invasions, or domestic rebellions and insurrections.  You can't tell me, that there have not been times in history, or will never be times in history, that the federal government, with the states as a balance of power, does not get out of control, carried away with the strong central government, and stepped on people's rights.  Case in point, while I think Bundy should pay or be forced, through legal means, putting a lien on his ranch, or arrest the asshole, but for the BLM, to go in and round up Cliven Bundy's cattle, stomp on his son's head, surround the ranch house with 200 jack booted thugs, NO!  And so what the world witnessed, were individuals, militia, and members of groups, protecting private property rights of Bundy, and forcing the feds to stand down . . . again, you can't have anarchy, no rule of law, and do nothing to a welfare rancher, or squatter.  There are other methods of collecting those fees . . . Bundy holds the keys!  But make the sum he owes, within reason!  Fuck the surecharge!

If Parents, the Village, Don't Teach Children the Law . . . The Law Will!

I am not sure how old, Dylann is, but I know, that I would rather, either be one of the persons shot, or my family member shot, than to be either Dylann, or his parents!  I can't imagine, and hope I never have to deal with the possibility, of being on either side of what happened in Charleston, and so far, I don't think, there are any of the tale, tale signs, of violent natures in any of my children--and I am unaware of any gun permits, or they don't want me to know--no cruelty to animals, no extremists, no white supremacists, nor terrorists . . . me, now that is another story, but I have common sense, and realize that even though I may want to kill people at times, I am smart enough, not to purchase a firearm!  LOL!  They scare the shit out of me!  I do, however, have a temper, and go from zero to bitch faster than most people!  My mother used to say, after I took a decorative brush to my brother's head, after he tore my religious children's magazine, and cracked him over the head, causing a nasty cut, that needed stitches, that I looked like an angel, but acted like the devil, at times . . . but, of course I have outgrown that?  

The unexamined life, is not worth living . . . this morning, some news reporter, interviewed 50 men who were in prison for killing someone, and almost without exception, they wished they had not even purchased a firearm or gun . . . to thine own self be true . . . if you don't know guns, or you were not raised with them, or you need them to compensate for insecurities, or other issues, don't even go there.  On the other hand, if you live out in the wilds, or the wild inner city, and you are old, frail, and likely to have intruders in your home, protect yourselves.  I still remember, a 96 years old, black grandma, who used to carry a gun in her apron at all times, living downtown Chicago, in a drug and crime ridden neighborhood, and she had two thugs, come through her window, on a hot summer night, looking to rob her for drug money . . . she shot and killed both of them!  And rightly so, they were in her house, and she needed protection, and the cops would never have come that fast.  There are reasons to have guns and reasons not to have guns.  THINK, THINK, THINK!

Dylann will most likely spend the rest of his life in prison, or he could be tried as an adult, or he may be one, and he might face the death penalty, if that state has one.  None of those options seems to great to me, and we need to watch for troubling thoughts, beliefs, issues that come up with our children, watch a propensity for violence, hate, and stupid ideologies, that might cause our children, neighbor's children, relatives children a shit load of pain, if they act on their young, but misguided beliefs.  One thing I will say, is parents can't expect or leave religious teachings up to the schools, for sure, or even churches for that matter, they have to take it upon themselves, to teach their kids, wanted or unwanted, or give them to someone who can teach, love and take care of them.  In order to live in a lawful society, we need laws, and those laws, people, need to be respected, safe, and protected.  Only you can prevent violence and death, or we as families, schools, churches, communities, must fill in the gaps, and teach love not hate!

Thank You, Emanuel Church For Setting a Good Example to Those of Us, Who Are Not There Yet, but Striving To Love, Forgive, and Turn the Other Cheek!

Let This Work For Good, The Lives Lost, Believed in LOVE!

God's R"evol"ver is LOVE!

NICE ON ICE . . . CROOKS & CASTLES, THIEVES & THUGS: THE MAKING OF THE MORMON MOB--RUNNING CRIME LIKE A CORPORATION, NEED INTELLIGENCE AND BALLZ, THE JOLLY PIRATE DONUT SHOP . . . CRAZY ABOUT THE HEAT . . . THE HEAT IS ON! OPPORTUNISTIC PEOPLE, PROHIBITION/DRUG INTERDICTION, SUPPLY AND DEMAND . . . LIKE THE PIONEERS AND COWBOYS, GANGS ARE COWBOYS IN PINSTRIPS! TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU--SEX SLAVES! RAFTING DOWN THE ANIMUS RIVER IN DURANGO, AS ME, GONE GIRL IN KALISPELL, MONTANA! ALL ABOUT MAKING MONEY, MAKING A NAME, AND HAVING THE BRUTALITY OR MOXY TO DO IT! LIKE THE MOB BOSSES FROM ITALY, RUSSIA, JAPAN . . . PAYROLLS INCLUDE CIA, FBI, NSA, LOCAL, STATE AND FEDERAL COPS, AND EVEN BETTER WHEN IT IS ALL IN THE MORMON FAMILY, SMALL INNER CIRCLE, BUT WITH WORLDWIDE INFLUENCE THROUGH MORMON CHURCH WITH HEADQUARTERS IN SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH! THIS IS ALL UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL! ONE WOMAN'S STRUGGLE TO SAVE HER FAMILY, BEAT HER MOB FAMILY, WITH BIG TIME CONNECTIONS IN CHURCH AND GOVERNMENT, AND HER MONEY IS THE SOURCE OF THEIR POWER, STARTING WITH PARALLAX, GOD'S REVOLVER, MARALOKA, NOW THE DITCH IN THE DELTA, AND LEGAL CASES, BLOGS, CAPITALIZING ON BRAND NAME IN LAW, CONSTITUTIONAL, TO PLAY DIRTY POOL, BACKDOOR DEALS, THAT YOU CAN'T REFUSE, DOING THE UTAH MODEL OF PASSING LAWS, NOT THE CONSTITUTIONAL WAY OF 2/3RDS VOTE OF BOTH HOUSES, TAKING OUT ANTI-POLYGAMY LAWS IN UTAH, PASSING CONTROVERSIAL WATER COMPACTS IN MONTANA, PLUS LEGALIZING AN 80/20 SPLIT BETWEEN LAW ENFORCEMENT AND FEDS, FOR ASSETS STOLEN FROM CITIZENS! KILLING IS LOOKED AT AS THE SAME AS KILLING IN A WAR, ONE IS FOR THE BOSS, THE OTHER FOR THE GOVERNMENT! KILLING PROVES LOYALTY, DETACHMENT, A JUST DO IT ATTITUDE, AND THEY SEE IT AS YOU OR THEM! STUDY MOBSTERS AND UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM UP AGAINST, BUT WITH THE RELIGIOUS COVER OF THE MORMON CHURCH! MARIJUANA SMOKERS ALL, SUPPLY AND DEMAND! CIALIS--CIA LIES!

PAIN KILLER . . . True Detective . . . We Get the World We Deserve!

I know I said that this blog was ending, until I picked it up in the fall, to cover politics; however, each time I go to quit, the cops rally, and turn up the heat, on me; therefore, cutting off their noses to spite their faces.  And yesterday was not exception, nor was the night before.  I had mentioned that I saw, who, I thought was a former clients, and one of the plaintiffs on my $56.7 million case, against Iron County corruption, from the Narcotics Task Force, to the County Attorney, all mentioned and named defendants, among others.  I remember talking to Shane Michael Clark, named plaintiff, along with Haylee Cheeks, and Travis Braun, all local Cedar City, Utah kids, taking on the cops, justice and the American way on their own, until I met them, and took up the sword of justice for them, and got fucked by both the government and my own clients.  And that was only reinforced to me, the other night on the bus, that, even former clients, you saved from long term incarceration, where not immune from the mob influence and offerings, seeing that the criminal and civil legal systems, were already corrupted with Mormons and Mobsters, a popular movie name also . . . but I remember, meeting with Shane, and he told me, that his neighbor, whom he was really close to was a mobster.  At the time, I didn't think much of it, and blew if off, because, I had mob related and influenced family members myself, like my sister Shelley, who worked in the securities area for the mob, and my father, who acted like an old gangster, and is now a God Father, in this new version of the American Mobster, under the guise of the Mormon Church.

When this Shane like character, got on the bus, some guy asked him what his name was, and he said, Clark, so another heads up, a connected name.  The connection between my father and Shane's grandfather, one of the God Father's of Cedar City, a rich old rancher, farmer, and old school, Mormon settler, the common ancestors had gone to school together and grown up in Cedar City, together.  When the lawsuit against the county, city, cops, judges, attorney, and Division of Child and Family Services, was filed, it rocked that part of Utah, with the common ancestors, and my father was called into action, as I am sure, Shane's grandfather was . . . to get a handle on their children and grandchildren and take care of this lawsuit, that was going to bankrupt the city and county, and trash the name of their fair city, county, state, and the Mormon Church!  The case filed in the U.S. federal district court, against the city, was wrestled away from me, in some part, by the parents of my own clients, strong arming their children, to get on board.  Haylee Cheeks was already in jail, and looking at prison, so she was a non-entity, but her parents, Dennis and Misty Cheeks, who hooked up with Shelley, while I was off practicing law in five fucking states, and no time, jumped right into make the cool deals with my clients!  And I am talking deals, two houses, paid for in cash in Las Vegas for two realtors, who are now, new parents, having allegedly adopted Haylee's two children?  Nice!

Inducted into the Rank and File of Law Enforcement

Now, I believe that this is the way it worked the other night on the bus, with either Shane, whom I believe is dead, or at least if he joined the cops, he is dead to me . . . but, what appeared to happen, is that all of the sudden, out of the blue, I was being bumped off the case, the civil rights case, that is not like other lawsuits, not like a criminal case, where you can just switch and change attorneys, if the one isn't doing the job right . . . civil rights cases, are highly specialized and not many can do them, or understand them, in their complexity, and scope, not to mention who your defendants are, generally, the government, or an entity connected to the government, or those arms acting as part of the government, so opposing enemies, with all the connections, money, and resources to bury a solo practitioner.  So, what happened, is, the Cheeks got their houses, and since they were the prime payers of legal expenses for the civil right case, they figured, they could offset, Haylee's criminal case, by giving Kelly Ann Booth, a cut of my proceeds, on the civil case, and Kelly would get trained in this type of law . . . I didn't need her, didn't want her, and didn't like her, and don't like the Mormon Church and the games they play politically, through power, control and influence, so the Cheeks were stepping on a legal diva's toes, and bringing a scrub in the law, to be what they called, a little JoAnn!

Kelly was playing the Mormon game . . . and asked me if I knew the Judge Ted Stewart?  What the fuck does that have to do with it?  I should have known, that it had everything to do with the case, with Iron County, and the state of Utah, Silly ME, I believed in the legal system, laws, constitutions, precedence, rights and liberties, plus cop, attorney, agency accountability to the laws that dictate their actions!  When I put Kelly down in no uncertain terms, the politics started, and Misty and Dennis, who controlled the purse strings, started to lobby Travis, and Shane, both independent of their parents, unlike Haylee, who was out of the picture by now, and I am not sure, that was not money driven, getting $1900 per month for taking two kids, their grand kids and now adopted kids?  The going rate is about $450 per month per kid, not $950 per month.  Nice little money laundering and retirement for those two new homes.  At the time, the Cheeks are going to take a legal unknown and replace the number two civil rights attorney in the nation?  

Makes sense to a complete dumb ass . . . but, when you got the system wired, who cares, right?  I could tell that Shane did, and we, while in different generations, had an attraction, for each other, but couldn't act on it, and wouldn't have, regardless . . . he was my son's age, but none the same, Kelly Ann Booth looked like a fool in court, regardless of her connections, because, the opposing counsel, Sutter Axland, ripped her and the judge a new one for allowing, this dumb bitch access or even time in the court, having not been a member of the federal bar, nor being timely trying to present an amended complaint, that had her logo on it, and the Mo Church's influence!  After court, when Misty and Dennis, like two fucking rats, abandoning ship, and jumping in the ocean, after I shined in court, brilliant was my doctor cousin's response, who showed up for court that day, to my surprise, and Kelly acting like a side freak show, in the court that day, and never should have been allowed on word, having not been a member of that bar!  After court, I saw Shane outside, and introduced him to my cousin, and Shane could not look me in the eye, so I knew, he was being strong armed into this bull shit, mutiny and take over a case that was now, nationwide famous . . . but, hey, with the Mormon mafia, what does credibility and legal prowess mean, when you have the mob?

But, after, that, in Shane's criminal case, which had been settled, sentences rendered, and fines, community service all done . . . out of the blue, Shane was to go back to jail?  What?  I turned over sentencing to Bryan Adamson, the fuck up from hell, but let bygones be bygones, and gave that part of the case away, because, I had to that point, never done a sentencing hearing . . . I didn't want any of these cases, the clients, wanted me, so, having an emotional thing for Shane, and with him, likewise, I never told him why I got off that part of the case, but I was afraid, that I wouldn't do him right, and he would pay for my inexperience, as a trial attorney, at that point . . . hot cases, right off the bat, big name, but still bumbling my way through the system to that point . . . I think Shane, not knowing my reasoning, was very hurt, felt abandoned, and took up with the cops!  That re-incarceration, and teaming with the cops, was one more hit against that bitch Secrist!  Shane's hurt, most likely bought their bull shit, and hadn't Judge Westfall, another fuck up, that lied and said that Shelley was me, after running me out of the state and trying to kill me . . . with me fighting for Shane, Haylee and Travis, long after the money from the Cheeks dried up . . . 8 briefs in one weekend?  No pay, putting gas in my truck from the Cheeks, lawn mower?  I fought, and you can see on the docket, for at least another year without a dime in pay!  A rare breed of attorney, licensed to serve!

The other night, with Shane or his look-a-like, I think the real Shane was dead a long time ago, a double came to Parowan, so that had to be 3 years ago at least, showed up to the Parowan Cafe, where I generally went to breakfast, and this guy who was like huge, as Haylee told me, Shane was when he played football and was recruited for the Nebraska Corn Huskers, probably went on a Mormon mission, because he told me, they wouldn't wait for me . . . didn't go into details!  But he looked so much like Shane, only bigger, as this one on the bus, looked smaller, but in both cases, I wondered Shane?  But, I had gone to spy on Shane, once after the criminal case was done, and I relinquished, Shane and Haylee to Kelly, but still had Travis, the main player in the civil rights suit and most injured, but, Shane was part of the reason, personal, over practice, but, I saw him working in eastern Utah, when I was meeting a client, to get paid, who lived in Grand Junction . . . we never talked, Shane was shy, once he didn't have an inch of protective glass between us.  But, I saw him and he knew my truck.  But after I discovered that Allan, whom by then, I figured was dead, and had the government agent, Interpol, Frank or Alan Dulles, living with me, a sham marriage, because I thought I  married the real man, client, but was married to a fake, making the marriage a sham, and null and void, so Shane, was an option now.  Still totally, impractical, but hey, we don't chose who we love.

I Warned Shane, He Could Be Killed, Watch Out, Government Double!

But, around Christmas, after Frank/Alan had killed the young girl at the Parowan Church grounds, and I saw, knowing this guy was not to be taken lightly, and I worried about Shane's safety, I drove past his house, which I did whenever I was in Cedar City, comfort, I guess, but I saw a girl dancing in the living room, and two unfamiliar cars, in Shane's driveway.  So, at about midnight, I called Shane, to see where he was . . . he was laying brick on a job in Wyoming!  What the fuck, there is a someone in your house!  I don't think Shane got the message, and he was sleepy, but he said he would be careful.  From that point on, there were cops, sheriffs guarding Shane's house, and once, I thought, that I saw Shane in a sheriff's SUV!  He was driving just like Shane, intense and with his arms over the steering wheel, so?  But, one night, after being in Montana for a while, I dropped some art work with cowboy/cowgirl, in the open window of his truck . . . all of the sudden, I heard, Who are you, and what are you doing?  It scared the shit out of me, and I just walked over to my car and got in and drove away . . . he was following me!  What the hell, and I watched him from a block below, where he, whomever he was, didn't strike me as Shane, and I would think that Shane would know me, or at least say, JoAnn?  This guy, ran for his keys to his car, and went to block the only outlet to the subdivision, but I was ducked down in the next street down, watching what didn't appear to be Shane, but looked a lot like him?

Shane, in real, my client, who believe me, I looked at, was about right in the middle of these two look-a-likes, the guy on the bus and the monster Shane, that chased me . . . this guy had the same voice, but he was about half the size of the Shane I remember in jail, and who hugged me, the day he got out, and had his shirt, stretched across his amazing physique!  Shades of grey here ladies, I used to take my own clothes of in bed in heat, over him, just seeing him in jail . . .but it was not just about the body, Shane seemed to be one of the guys, who, while young, grew out of the body thing with women, married to at least to hot young ones, who cheated on him, and one set him up, probably after fucking the county attorney, old bishop, and now a defendant in our lawsuit . . . that was early 2010, and this had to be 2012, that I drove past his house and someone chased me down, acting like they were going to kill me . . . but after that one night I saw Shane jogging, and he looked smaller?  But, anyway, there seemed to be a scheme, with the buses . . . I am sure my doubles, were surprised to know, that after 12 hours of heat on my ass, helicopter to boot, that I took off and went first to Parowan, to catch a bus to Montana, through Salt Lake, generally going through Denver and up, so suspicious right off the bat . . . Shane's twin, got on in Green River Utah, allegedly having got on the wrong bus, with both going to his destination, with his stuff on this bus, and now, at Green River, being united with his stuff on the bus I was on!  Maybe they didn't know which bus I was going on, so they hedged their bets, and they lost!  But, Shane had mob connections, I don't think the real Shane, would have thrown me under the bus for the mob, even his mother, but, a double would have . . . and like I said, there was this surprise, March, 2011, if think, 3 month left over jail sentence?  P.O.S.T. Training?  Cop training in Salt Lake?  I later saw whom I thought was Shane, in a sheriff's SUV?  He looks like a cop, would now do the cops bidding regardless, or he was used as an identifier for the hit man, black dude I gave the computer to!

Mob Connections, Mob, Mob, Mob!  I Am the Ice Man

My Intel man, God, is calling me to church . . . and telling me to mov . . . each time I tried to write "mob" it came out, "mov" or "move" and I am humble to God, he is always right!  I have perfect faith in God, perfect faith in my skills, and perfect faith that the cops will fuck their side up, so it is up to me, to save me!  LOL!  But, just a few points, just in case someone is actually helping me and needs some info, the Mormons settled Las Vegas, then the mob came in the 1920's, and Mormons and Mobsters, intermarried back then, and integrated systems.  And again, later, when more and more, FBI agents were Mormon, when a mobster would change sides, the Mo FBI would put them in the witness protection program, in UTAH . . . who would look for them in Mormon Utah . . . NOBODY . . . and that is why they did, the mob influence is heavy and think in Utah!  When I worked for the state of Utah, in 1994, while I was pregnant, first married, and hubby was a student at the U of U, there was a joke in Social Service Division, with, Mr, Crouch, my boss and others, that they would see the Mob Wives, down collecting food stamps and welfare checks, wearing leopard skins and diamonds!

After Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart, connected to Judge Ted Stewart, who fucked me on the Cheek case, related, probably?  But, right after we got married, we went to Hastings Book Store one night to check out a  movie, and the clerk stopped Brett, and said that he had the movie, I Married an Axe Murderer, still checked out, and needed to return it, before he could check out this new movie.  Brett was pissed and insisted he returned it . . . but my little symbolic mind, started to turn, and I wondered if this was some sign, that the locals knew, this dude was bad news and was trying to protect me . . . Brett got a new account, but the seeds were planted.  On the way home, I saw another movie, I Married the Mob, and one night, Brett and I stopped to get food, and Brett was across from me, and on the back of the newspaper, was something about the Ice Man Cometh  . . . one of the most notorious serial killer's name!  When we got to Shelley's house, after, I asked her what she was reading, and she said, about the serial killer, the Ice Man, who had allegedly killed over 200 people and even did contract work for the FBI!

When I first met Brett, he told me about some killer, who murdered prostitutes and run-a-ways, up around the Oregon area, and he seemed to have personal knowledge, and a fascination with this guy!  He picked up and me, and he begged me not to leave the first night, he was handsome, and I was dying, so, okay . . . but, at one point, I think that first night, or shortly thereafter, he was on top of me, and looked down and said, I like you . . . and there seemed to be some type of pardon, in that statement, like, I am going to keep you for awhile!  LOL!  I would bet he loves me to this day . . . but, after leaving him, he wanted to destroy me, as do these other cop and mafia types, who look at women as sex slaves!  Another time, after Shelley mentioned something about the Ice Man, me and Brett were sitting out in Mount Sterling, the perfect hide out for a serial killer, 23 acres, tons of sheds, looking abandoned, and hills all around, nobody would hear you if you screamed, but Brett turned to me, and said, I am the Ice Man . . . No you are not! Later that night, me and Brett walked up on the neighbors, horse property, to watch the fireworks, and by this time, I was a friend of the four horses, next door, and they would run, as Brett would cut alphafa for me to feed them, usually most days . . . but, Brett was ahead of me on the trail, up on the hills above Mt. Sterling, and after Brett started down the hill . . . all four horses, blocked me in a square with their heads!  They would not let me out, and I was afraid to walk between their legs, finally Brett came and had to force the horses to break their protective ring from around me, and let me go!  They say, that animals can pick up on a personals persona . . . was Brett, warning me, with his Ice Man statement, and were the horses protecting me from him, feeling his intentions?  

I started to hide a kitchen knife under the mattress on my side of the bed . . . Brett found it, and said, do you seriously think you could do anything against me if I wanted to harm you?  I am jumping back to when we first met, and after he told me about this serial killer, he said, was much like Ted Bundy, the charming law student, one of the biggest serial killers, and with Brett, Mr. Charming too, he took me on a hike, that first morning, up to a road that was used by gas and power workers, but there were warning signs all over the place, and I wondered as we hiked higher and higher, if there were woman's bodies buried up here?  Was he the serial killer?  But, we went up, made love on the top of the mountain, covered with sunflowers, and returned to the shack, he was turning from a horse shed to a straw bale house . . . and I was unharmed!  I am a risk taker for sure.  But shortly after that, Brett and I were doing laundry, and some guy had a shirt that said, Warning Pipeline!  What?  Maybe, Brett, was in a new class of crimes now, and when he met Shelley and Kay, and I am sure he fucked both of them, he got into white collar crime.  I legitimized him and introduced him to my family, my friends, and he was given a new life, so to say off the farm!

These People Are All Opportunists, Money, World Domination a Goal, They are Charming, Congenial, Sophisticated, Educated, Intelligent and Ballzy!

EXACTLY LIKE THE MAKING OF THE MOB IN EARLY DAYS OF NEW YORK AND CHICAGO!

THEY RAN CRIME LIKE A CORPORATION, ACCOUNTANTS, LAWYERS, BUSINESS MEN/WOMEN!

They are a mixture of the Koch Brothers and the Mafia!

Changing Sides . . . Hell on Wheels!  Love! 

COOL THE SPOUSE, MOVE THE HOUSE! A DIFFERENT BREED . . . NOT INTO AMERICAN GREED! TOUGH BY DESIGN--ADVENTURE IN EVERY STEP! GUT SHOT--SHOT OF THE WEEK! PLAYING CRIMINAL AND FORENSIC PSYCHOLOGIST . . . SEVERAL VERY CRITICAL STATEMENTS, THAT TURNED A FAMILY INTO A PACK OF RAVENOUS WOLVES, RUNNING UNCHECKED BY NATURE, WITHOUT LARGER PREDATORS ON THEM, THINNING DOWN THE PACK OR SIMPLY JOINING THEM IN THEIR SAVAGE FEAST! THE CRUEL OVERLORD OF THOUGHT OR OPERATIVE MENALITY, WAS DARWIN'S "SURVIVAL OF THE SPECIES"; KILL OR BE KILLED, BY MORALLY BANKRUPT PEOPLE . . . SCIENCE, FOOD CHAINS, HUMAN ECO SYSTEMS, BASED ON TEMPERMENT, DESIRE, SEX, CHARISMA, THE LUST FOR POWER, HATERED--BAD BLOOD SPILLED INTO THE NEXT GENERATION, LIKE BOILED LIGHTENING, INVOKING BITTER PAIN AND JEALOUSY! THE FAMILY PECKING ORDER; AN ODD MAN OUT, WITH VALUES, MORALS, ETHICS THAT DIFFERED FROM THE MATERIALISM, GREED, AVERICE, AND SOCIAL FABRIC OF BOTH THE FAMILY, MORMON CHURCH, AND THE MORMON CULTURE . . . DOING IT BEST! THE MUSEUM OF CLEAN . . . WHAT IS IN THE POWER OF A NAME? EVERYTHING, DON'T COMPROMISE YOUR NAME AND GOOD CHARACTER--AT ALL COSTS! FORGOTTEN SUCCESSES, READY TO RUN . . . NSA SCANNING FEATURE, NEW . . . ON THE PREVIEW PAGE OF THIS BLOG, THERE IS A BLACK SCREEN BOX, THAT HAS NEVER BEEN PRESSENT IN THE YEAR AND EIGHT MONTHS EXISTENCE OF THIS BLOG . . . PRESERVING POWER AND CONTROL, OF THE WOLVE PACK, OVER "MY BLOG!" GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS BLOG, MY SON'S BANDS NEW "MY RUST" CD, BY DITCH IN THE DELTA . . . GIVE THEM FREEDOM AND YOU MIGHT GET SOME GOOD CHARMA, GETTING SOME FREEDOM FOR INCARCERATION TIME, FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR OR DEATH BED REPENTANCE!

The Best Thing a Father Can Do For His Children, Is To Love Their Mother . . . Married, Separated, Divorced!

Calling all angels; Zeke, I need your help on this one . . . you know my family!  The one thing I will say for me and the father of our/my children, is that both of us, early on, in our marriage, truly did what we thought best, doing what we felt was in the "best interest of our family", and basically followed, by nature or through scripture, the admonition found there in, and left our fathers and mothers, and cleaved unto each other, and therein lies both the difference, and some of the problem.  Mormon families, tend to be very close, but they have a tremendous amount of control, power, and social pressure and influence, especially, within the confines of the Mormon culture, whic is not unlike the Jewish, Italian, and other, very closely knit family structures, that literally to go against your family, was akin to death!  Remember in the God Father, when he is disgusted at one of his son's, and literally, takes the back of his fingers on his hands, and brushes the fingers, on the top, under his chin, and basically, with the hand and fingers, casts the child aside, and indicates, if not states, You are dead to me!  From that point on, that person, and there children, are, somehow banned, or cast aways, and that becomes the family position and standard . . . there is a freedom that comes with that, and a price. 

Now this for me and my family, was more of a process that took years to develop, but the direction was clear . . . give me liberty or give me death!  Together, we decided to stop using Zeke's mother's insurance man, that she had recommended and used for almost her entire married life--she didn't like that.  When we had 4 small children, we balked at joining the rest of the family, on Christmas Eve, and opted to stay, cook a special meal, and hold our own traditions, rather than drive to my parent's house for a Christmas Eve, dinner, program, and Santa, with our extended family.  We decided, given the fact that we, combined, had or were, in school, college, undergrad and master's degrees, for 14 years straight, and didn't fit in the same socio-economic strata, as some of the rest of the family, and we opted out for giving extended family members Christmas presents, and decided to take care of our own small children, rather than give watered down, cheaper presents, that had to spread to a growing number of extended family members. 

We moved out of state, for Zeke to obtain he master's degree in Urban Development, and somehow, that labeled us the black sheep in the family.  We bounced back and forth between the Republican and Democrats, ideologically, with both of us, leaning more toward the liberal side, but not far over the middle.  Basically we had freed ourselves and our children, from the overbearing, dominate nature of large Mormon families, with tons of expectations, rituals, and traditions.  And for that, I am very grateful!  We gained our freedom, but we also garnered our ostrasiation by the family, and very distinctly and separately grew into a family, with a wall of separation between us, being seen as intellectuals, somewhat educational snobs, and doing our own thing, with the mantra, that if we can join the family outing, we will; however, if that conflicts with our own interests and desires, or needs, we would sacrifice the larger family for the smaller one, we were responsible for!  With minumal contact and family functions and events, this rogue element of freedom, became more and more apparent, and the social mores and controls, took a back seat, to our goals of education, intellect, growth, and knowledge.  The gap between Southwick materialism and Secrist search for truth and knowledge, even if that meant questioning the faith of our fathers, so be it!

Easter Vacation, We Announce A Divorce and Law School

I noticed the extreme gossip, criticism, favoritism, materialism, and cliches, I would say . . . after the family gathered, the smaller family with money, extended the vacation, to include three families, and maybe grandma and pa, to Disneyland . . . between the 2 of us, it took us 14 years of our 15 year marriage to get two undergraduated degrees and one masters, acceptance to law school came during the 90 day waiting period, before the courts would divorce a couple . . . unless, you had strings and influence with the court, and Rachel, married Kay Moosman, in less that 4 hours, waiving the 90 day waiting period.  But, our focus in marriage and family, was education, careers, and church responsibilities, and I don't think, neither, I nor Zeke, really had much thought of money, prestige, or status; we did however, dig all kinds of intellectual stimulation, which was a very strong point in our marraige. 

 

During dinner, Zeke and I would discuss, his job, my school, politics, religion, and current events . . . our kids just picked it up by osmosis!  Generally, dinner was alway on by 5:15 P.M. sharp, and we would eat as a family, then Zeke and I would continue to talk for hours and sometimes, even gonig into the night . . . stopping or directing the kids to get ready for bed, by taking a bath, putting pajamas on, and then we would read them a story, have prayer, and bedtime, while Zeke and I would continue our conversatios as much as possible.  I raised my children to be adults, not forever children, becuase a person may spend as much as 80 years in their adult status and only a mere, 20 at best, as a child, and I wanted them to relish the idea of being an adult, and joining in the conversations, that adults have.  But, I was protective of critical eyes on my kids, and didn't want anyone to know our business as a family . . . therefore the inner workings of the Secrist family were, somewhat of a mystery to the rest of the extended family, who were excluded from our lives, drama, and separate world.

 

So, when, Zeke and I out of the blue, just up and announced we were getting a divorce, without consulting parents, telling brothers and sisters, and did what we felt was best, deciding what arrangement was in the best interest of our children, doing what was unheard of in those days, with me originally being the primary care giver, and Zeke being the weekend warrior, until I got accepted to law school, then after much thought, we decided that he should get the house, the kids, the dog and the bills . . . he made $80,000 per year in 1989, and I would have started out as a school teacher at $14,000 per year, having been a housewife/student.  The announcement of our divorce, went over like a lead balloon, with shock, denial, we were the perfect couple, and we intended to be the model divorced couple also!  Basically, we just said, we have decided, this is none of the families business, and we will do what we feel is the best and most responsible course of business, for our own children and family, given our natural talents, personalities, and the ages of the children.  Thanks but no thanks, on any advice . . . we have decided!

Divorce, Law School, Freedom, and Giving the Kids to Zeke Were Lethal!

These were acts of treason, sedition, seen as being a traitor, non-Mormon, and lacking maternal genes and tendencies.  Plus, my mother and father, were miserable in their marriage, and suffered through life together for the kids . . . we were the "ME" generation, into self fulfilment, with challenges and benefits, just the same!  We were going to maximize the benefits and do all in our power to minimize the challenges, and burden on our children, and we did, working together, all the time and both of us, fulfilling the responsibilities to further the whole, and accomplish our goals in the mean time.  This is one of the key conversations, that I can't believe, the family is still hanging onto, with the intent to punish with malice, making good on this prophetic statement . . . Jo, if you leave your children, you will never get to claim responsibility for being an influence in their lives, and can't take and responsibity for their success in life . . . sure fits, some 25 years later, with super stellar kids, which seems to piss them off even more!  LOL!

 

Both my father and Susan Schmidt, wanted to go to law school, but didn't.  And this seems to be problematic, at a subconscious level.  When I told the family, that I had a dream to go to law school, got up and went up to the law school, and got accepted in less that 2 hours, they first mocked me, stating that God would never encourage me to leave my children and go to law school.  Now, that my kids have turned out great, and I had a wonderful career, killer cases, and such, and seeing that the diamonds, Rolex watches, Mercedes, travel, big houses, seemed to pale in comparison to true happiness, not only in the divorce, but the career choices, and the freedom well used, by my children who were given much freedom to make their own way in life, marry whom they will, and either go to church or not!  Greta said, mom, none of us rebelled, because you didn't have any rules!  LOL!  I was always firm but fair, rode them hard while they were young--with Greta admitting just a few months ago, that all 4 kids were somewhat intimidated by me, when they were young, but I am kind of a push over now!  Yeah, what do I have to complain about?  Great kids . . . now the in-laws get the scrutiny, not really!  I always tell my friends, who wonder about a boyfriend or girlfriend, fiance and partner, that I stay out of it, because they, my children, can always get worse partners!  LOl! 

The Come Back Kid, Conquers a Terminal Illness, Reactivated Bar License--Daddy Went Ape Shit . . . Second Generation of Over Achievers on the Horizon!

One might think, that a father, with a daughter who was suppose to die, would be elated, to have her come back from the dead, and reactivate her law license.  My neighbor was stoked, and happy, by mother, was somewhat less happy, but expressed a genuine gratitude that I had lived and now got to get my life back.  However, my father's reaction, was totally unexpected, and shocking!  Henry S. Brock, had hired me to take his lawsuit for securities license issues, and the constitutional protections he never got.  I thought I would have to take the bar exam again, or would have to be in house counsel for Brock and Associates, so I called the Utah State Bar Association to see what I had to do to reactivate my license.  They told me, let us look at your record, make a decision and get right back to you.  Now, the last phone number the bar had was my father who had power of attorney for my financial affairs, so they called him, with the, alleged great news, that with my credentials, all I had to do was pay the $350 and I was good to go!  They could not believe that I was general counsel for the Utah Medical Association, that seemed to be the bigger on my resume . . . but to get back with me, they looked at my bar record and gave my dad a call, having had his number from my all but dying days.

 

What should have been a joyous occassion, made my father furious, sarcastic and mean.  First he was pissed off that the bar called him, and if I was so smart, how come I didn't know my own phone number!  I calmly explained, that his number was the last one they had, and I had given them, my new number when I called and they must have lost it and called him.  No big deal.  But, it seemed to be, and he yelled and screamed, and was generally, in a very, very bad  mood.  My first thoughts were, that I really did have a double, and Shelley was, the only one at the time, who I knew was using my name, social, credit, etc.  But, I had no idea, that he would act like this . . . unless, he knew the terminal illness was nothing but a planned sickness, that mirrored a disease, and now, we have to deal with JoAnn again . . . or were there more sinister things going on, like Shelley had stolen my  identity for years, my credit, and even my son's music!  Once I made a comment about a picture of Rachel's oldest daughter, who was still very young, how cute she was, etc., and my father, burst out, or blurted out . . . all you Southwick girls look the same!  WHAT?  No, dad, one of us has a fucking law degree, and the others DON'T!  That statement and attitude, lays at the bottom of this whole RICO or mob criminal activity . . . they stole my identity, long ago, now there were in it so deep, they couldnot get out, so they would just kill me! 

 

The cover-up is ALWAYS worse than the crime . . . and it appears to have spread to the next generation on that account also, corrupting the ethics, morals, character of the younger set of progeny!  VERY SAD . . . if you start connecting all the dots, together, filtering them through this foundational and conceptual mindset, plus the image, the materialism, the Gone Girl, for ten years, and the alleged look a likes in the family, with wigs, contacts, they have been me, longer in the last 15 years than I have, but Daddy's Little Girls, are in for a big surprise . . . this is just not fucking the way the world works, as seen in the Rachel Dolezal . . . a telling name, dulls all!

There is a Reason We Will Pay More For Brand Names . . . Better Quality, That Has Lasted the Test of Time, Value, Durability

People will pay top dollar for brand names, for Jordan Nikes, they will pay $150 for a pair of jeans, and parents go nuts, at Christmas, trying to get, just what the child wanted, and they and their child feel bad or let down, when they find out, they have to get the cheaper brand, the less known brand name, and to take the label off and put them on another pair of jeans, just doesn't do it, the child knows the difference!  There is a damned good reason, that 6 women want my name, my credentials, my resume, my experience, etc., because I have a brand name with value!  There reason the mob is fighting so hard, is becasue Shelley Southwick is not a name brand, nor is Kay Burningham, Susan Schmidt, Rachel Moosman, Tiffany Lynn Harris, etc.  They got accustomed to being me, using me, and starting where I would be, after 20 years of legal work, teaching, manual writing, trail work, etc., and to go back to being themselves, a no name brand, would be extremely painful, and near impossible.  I know what it feels like to walk in the room and have an audience almost bow, just being an assistant attorney general, let alone, someone who saved financial planners across the United States from the big bad state and federla SEC regulators!  Hot Shit!

 

The other day, at the shelter in Grand Junction, a new young chick, sharp, and totally attorney material, was saying, I want to read your blog.  Okay . . . she looked up at me, and said, you wrote "bad ass"?  That is you?  Your serious, you wrote "bad ass" . . . and I hear reference to it all the time!  She yelled out, Oh, I love "bad ass!"  She jumped right back into reading my blog!  I know how it feels, to be sitting with a friend up at Navajo Lake, up Cedar Canyon, and have an attorney from New York, interrupt, mine and Sherri's conversation, about the Brock case, and have him all amped up to discuss the case, and tell me, that those assholes from Utah, without jurisdiction, came to New York and video taped a raid on his clients account files.  It is fun to know that attorneys from LA, Florida, Chicago, Washington, and so many states, that Brock started to refuse to take my phone calls at the office.  I am well aware of what it is like to be the keynote speaker to 1500, or to be interviewed by the presss, and see your name quoted in the newspaper, or to have a waitress thank me for my work on domestic violence and sexual assault, or to on a fluke, while waiting to go to federal court, open a manual for the training going on at the hotel, you had lunch at, and find, your graphics, in the Department of Justice material on human body trafficking . . . I am well aware of what it feels like to be honored, esteemed, spoken well of, introduced as the one who did the Cheek or Brock cases, or wrote the blog; however, I can't imagine, taking credit, or letting someone mistake me for my sister, or someone of note, and saying that I did what they did . . . that is beyond my comprehension!  I have been denied, and the plain or average, not even attorneys, too lazy ass to go to law school, get the credit for my work!  NO!

JoAnn, I Figured Out How to Be an Attorney . . . Yeah, Shelley, Go to Law School!  No, I Can Practice Under the Third Year Law Student Rule . . . Shelley, You are Not a Third Year Law Student, Go to Law School, but I Can be a Paralegal . . . But You Are Not a Paralegal . . . Go to Law School!

MOB WIVES!  I Will Be an Attorney . . . And, JoAnn, You Will Not!

Newsflash, Shelley, you can say you are the Easter Bunny, and it doesn't mean you are.  There is a joke that circulates everytime a new group of attorneys, takes the bar.  What are you if you pass the bar exam by one point?  An attorney!  I was buying Shelley breakfast, at the Wagon Wheel Restaurant in St. George, when we had the conversation, and I could tell, she didn't like what she had heard . . . and I had no idea, that my enemies large and small would combine in forces against me, and deny me access to my cases, my e-filing accounts, my attorney's fees, the accolades from winning the case, even if in Utah, it was alleged we lost and the courts, double docketed, and in Nebraska, there were billboards, celebrating peace of mind, and a handsome, 40 something, with silver hair, in a blue dress shirt and Levi's, crosses his hands and arms behind his head, sliding down on the couch, smiling in calm satisfaction.  Bob, is the marketer, and promoter for Hank Brock . . . this was on 1-70, when I was going to the U,S. Supreme Court to be sworn in, and found it very interesting, that the person who won the case, wrote the case, researched the case, and fought like hell, against the attorney general's litigation division and two outside law firms, was being pushed out of the case, wase even locked in solitary confinement 23 hours a day, to keep me a secret, until Brock realised that I had written a brief and filed it on the way to the Supreme Court and there should be both my driver's license and bar picture, that I used for evidence, knowing something bad was happeneing on my cases . . . Amy is the bitch in the courts that helped Shelley and I think she fucked one of the IT guys in the Frank Moss Federal Court House!

 

I have left 100 Cinderella Glass Slippers of evidence . . . this should be a no-brainer!  The government agents, who might be looking into this case, can find my or rather my mother's laptop computer, she turned over to me, thrown in the Panguitch Lake reservior, along with two cell phones, that I tossed, March 28, 2012, the night, I got the termination letter, knowing full well, and having seen the billboard proof that I won, but Kay got to argue the case in Denver, Shelley got to work with Brock, Rachel was the pinup gal, to take the photo ops and I was in jail, in Moab!  Nice!  And I got cheated out of my 1/3rd as per contract deal, that diappeared when Washington County Constable and Sheriff, allegedly took all my furniture, to pay for the alleged $33,000 judgement Shelley and Rachel got against them, without telling their attorney sister about it, and without my name on it, yet it was all my paid for personal property that paid for it . . . . and Shelley made another telling statement at that time . . . I guess Jean Dickson thought, I was YOU!  Jean, if my gut shot it right, was formerly a cop, and knew of me, if not had seen me do a presenation on domestic violence, she looked familiar to me . . . never remember a name, but always remember a face.  We talked at the foyer, when she said, my whole house would fit in your foyer . . . yeah, you decided to be a cop and I decided to be an attorney, difference in earning power!  You don't forget gutting remarks like that!

Hated By Legions . . . Envied By All!

This Was Not Going to End Well!

Forgotten Successes, Or Buried Success!

This morning on TV, while watching the news, there was a young news reporter who looked quit a bit like Chris, my oldest son, and the caption under him, read, Ready to Run . . . and that combo has meaning, because I had a dream that Chris, was in the White House Press Room, 10 years from now, looking very handsome and distinguished, and someone leaned in my hear and whispered, "He will be president of the United States some day."  That would not shock me at all, he was voted most likely to be an attorney in school, and totally has the brains, the looks, the aptitude, the skill and confidentiality down pat, and is always coaching me, his attorney mother, on getting contracts, crossing all the t's and dotting all the i's!  While being blonde, with blue eyes, there is something very presidential about Chris, as there is with President Obama, a grace, elegance, charm, and stunning good looks, with a strong sense of control, professionalism, and charm, and he has a great voice, just like President Obama . . . many similarities, or reminders, one of the other.

 

But, I had Elliot and Chris with me, in Moab, Utah, scene of the crime years later, where I was falsely jailed, but I was driving a state of Utah van, with the Great seal of Utah on the sides, and Chris, said, I feel like I am the President!  I don't think he was more than 13 at the time, if that . . . but his statment kind of surprised me, but it doesn't now!  The experiences of our youth, can have a huge impact on us, and have lasting effects, that shape, drive and guide our lives choices, leading us, sometimes consciouly and subconsciously to our minds thoughts . . . as a man thinketh, so is he! 

 

Too many times, because we accomplished something, we think our kids know what we did, and they just simply don't, or forgot, or it didn't sink in at the time, that there mother was and is a big shot, at least in my own world!  LOL, but they have a mother do be proud of, not embarassed of, like the mob, family, and govenrment enemies both within and without would have my children believe.  So, I thought, even after giving my children all copies, cheap, but copies nonetheless of my U.S. Supreme Court Certificate . . . mine is in a clients, belongings, and will save that as the most damning piece of evidence, knowing full well, that a double was made of it, and Shelley probably got it through Alan Dulles/Frank's post office games, getting his mail in general mail, so he could steal the first copy and I would  have to order another one, or the fraud copy!

A Brief Skeleton Sketch For the Record . . . Not Exhaustive

• member of the U.S. Supreme Court, 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, U.S. Federal District Court and Utah State Bars
• listed as the #2 attorney in the United States, several years ago, for civil rights defense, after Gerry Spence, cowboy attorney, Jackson Hole, Wyoming, who's cases, defendants, and damages, are hundredths less, but he writes books, and I had only been a solo practitioner for a year, when this honor came and Gerry had been practicing for 40 years
• I had the two largest civil rights cases in the nation, one on the civil side, dealing with regulatory agencies, and the other one dealing with the criminal side of things
• Brock and Rice had been looking for an attorney to take the civil rights case for 10 years, and none would do it, for fear of getting punished, getting their character assassinated, and all property taken for defending a case of that nature agaisnt the government . . . right is right and wrong is wrong
• the clerk of the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, told me that only .00001% of the attorneys in the United States will ever even reach the 10th Circuit or any federal curcuit court for that matter, let along the U.S. Supreme Court, who actually used my arguements, case law, and analogies, and got the ruling in U.S.A. v. Jones, on GPS tracking, 4th amendment rights and protections from unlawful searches and seizures . . . and their arguments, didn't fit the holding in the case, because, they didn't do the work, they copied my Brock case final briefs, where I said that computers are the modern day equivalant to papers, protected by the fourth amendment.  They protected vehicles, as "affects" protected under the Constitution . . . a bit more  of a stretch, but rightly so . . . I did my case, almost a year before, that case was read by Justice Scalia!  January 23, 2012, one of the highlights of MY LIFE . . . now Kays!  LOL . . . just like the Supreme Court Justices . . . read their arguments and reasoning, and it is lacking, because they took their label, and put it on my brand name case . . . right conclusion, bad arguments to back the conclusion or holding of the case up!
• now that Donald Trump is running for office, I get bragging rights to going against Trumps lawyers, Cobly and Williams, also the attorneys for CNN and Fox News!  I sued or wrote a demand and cease and desist letter to the two attorneys, and got their attention, and we were just going to work on the settlement terms of the law suit against, the Las Vegas Review Journal, for allowing Thomas G. Vail, to be assused without due process, of selling "fake" CDs, financial certificates, securities.  I got the editor of 22 years, and the journalist who wrote the article, of 18 years, fired, with my one letter, not my intent, but the threat and damages were roughly $222 million, nothing to sneeze about, and they knew about my securities case, Brock/Rice . . . and they were willing to settle, until the CIA, took Tom to lunch and fucked up the deal, at least for this JoAnn S. Secrist, brand name, with Kay's ass, having a loser brand name, but with my label on it!  After one conversation with the legal counsel for the Insurance Commissioner, telling him that he was reading the statutes in Nevada wrong, taking my client's and other licenses, for the opposite reson the statute states, but he quite, the Insurance Commissioner, and now, the legal counsel, is the Governor's legal counsel.
• I had cases, worth $700 million and cases lined up and waiting, some up to a year and a half to have your mother represent them . . . You can tell the content of the person's character, by the size of their enemies!  I had cases against, the Department of Justice, Homeland Security, National Guard, states of Utah, Nevada, ICE or Immigration and Customs Enforcement, Iron County, blah, blah, blah . . . how do you get rid of all these cases against the government, take out the smart attorney! and they did!
• I did everything from small claims, to the U.S. Supreme Court, from civil to criminal, family, securities, patent, constitutional, administrative, property . . . blah, blah, blah.  It is no wonder, Brock and Rice, couldn't find an attorney to take the case (Kay . . . you were not on the list of considersations, until you put my label on your pancake ass!) but, there are not many attorneys, who knew, constitutional, administrative, regulatory, securities, criminal and civil law, to take a case, that was a complicated as the Brock case, and simultaneously, having cases in 5 states, and going up on appeal, on three more in Utah, plus a full criminal load, and lined up and waiting!  I beat the largest law frim in Salt Lake, just one year out of law school, on a very technical patent law, investion for sudio equipment, with Ray Quinny, doing a shitty job, on the patent, so the inventor got his invention for speakers stolen . . . Peter, can't remember his name, he sat in a corner, thinking he was gong to get disbarred for suing the law firm, I read the manual, wrote the brief and won!  Patent law is a technical law or specialty area of law, as is securities law.  I also wrote a 16 page brief, to help Jeremy Johnson, go up against the FTC, and teamed with him to get former, attorneys generals, Shurtleff and Swallow, but I bet the Boy Scouts and the Mormon Church are working out a deal, just this week, after Swallow waived his right to a preliminary trial or hearing, Shurtleff did too . . . I would never let my clients, waive their pre-lim, that is where the defense gets to sit back and we what the state has against your clients, and you don't get to or have to reveal your side of the case!  Something smells bad on this government corruption case, like dirty judges!  I was also, before I wrote about being featured on Leagle . . .Legal Eagle for the Cheek case, in my blog, which promptly took the case and buried it in the forgotten success stories!  LOl!  Those bribes, those houses in Las Vegas, etc.  I thought I saw Shane Clark, one of the plaintiffs in my $56.7 million case against Iron County, on the bus, coming from Grand Junction?  But, I was doing the work of a small, 5 man law firm, without a legal assistant or legal secretary.
• you know the jobs I had, taught a colleges, manuals . . . got to go! 

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RESPECT THE GAME!

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Reasonable People, Agree to Disaggree . . . Is This Computer "Hot?"

Only when I am writing my blog!  Lol!  I am back in Missoula, Montana, or commonly called, Zoo Town!  After being chased, 12 hours straight, by Grand Junction police and sheriffs departments, with K-9 unit vehicles, and surveillance helicopters, it is great to be in the last best place, if someone like me could call it that, seeing that, less that a few months ago, I had an equally harrowing night, with about the same make up of cops hunting me, minus the cop helicopter, that now can track you down, via, cell phones, without pinging off cell phone towers, or even being turned on, and they can also trace your every move, through your computer, and I am sure, notebooks, and other electronic devices that you might have . . . thanks, Congress, for not leaving section 215, of the Patriot Act, in remission, or letting it sunset!  Now, spying has been taken to a whole new level with these surveillance spy cops, with low flying planes and helicopters!  SCCCREEEEAAAAAMMMMM!

 

So, after a night like that, I decided, that I am too close to Utah, with tons of Mormons, I was in enemy territory, in Grand Junction, and it was plain to see, that I was not safe, being just 90 miles from the 7th Judicial District Judge, Lyle Anderson, whom I trashed, and was locked up for standing my ground, refusing to come to Moab, Utah, for a hearing, on the Levin v. Carlton-Levin, $28 million dollar divorce case between, a former Playboy Bunny, centerfold, Ms. July 1996, Ms. Bikini and offered, Pamela Anderson's role on Bay Watch, refusing that role to marry, Mr. Jewish, one hit wonder, rock star, who was told, and rightly so, it turned out, to move to Utah, and they, the Mormons, who conveniently, adopted themselves into the tribes of Israel, to be considered among God's chosen people, as per the Old Testament, in the Bible . . . however, in the New Testament, God is no respecter of persons, black, white, male, female, Jew, Gentile!  Shhhh!  They, the Mormons, are the only ones in Heaven too!  LOL!  New hit on my life, #357!  LOL!

Black Hoodie, Making a Break in Parowan, Ditching Computer or Tracking Device . . . Black Recipient . . . Role Reversal!

My spell check is off . . . Mormon NSA, cyber spies, in Utah, who service this area, must not like the modern scriptural comparison, and doing away with the law, that makes them and Jews, making a mere 2% of the United States population, no longer the chosen few!  Back to the story . . . so this black dude, that in retrospect, might have been an undercover cop, making more sense of this whole funny interchange of both dialogue and merchandice, goes up to the front of the bus, past me, and up to the driver to see how far we are from Parowan, Utah, where I have a house, that I haven't been about to get close to in the last 3 years, with U.S. Marshals, deputy sheriffs, and local cops, patroling my house, so I can't move back into the town, and terrorize the criminal justice system, who had been participating in a systemic abuse of power, and control, in this Utah, interstate battering system, of the akin to having several tens of tens, abusive, angry, jealous, pissed off men, taking their inadequacies, deficiencies, corruption, destruction, and abuse of power, to the extreme, through more than obvious hate crimes!

 

I am sure this recitation of what someone said and my response to their question, will get me 50 lashes in Missoula, later today, having seen at least 5 cops of all flavors, including a bike police, surveilling the hospital, where I am writing this blog, in less that a 15 minute walk!  Not LOL!  But, someone asked me the other day, if I knew anything about, something that they had heard, that, police departments are only hiring people to be cops, with an I.Q. of under 100, so they are smart enough to follow orders, but not smart enough to think for themselves . . . I think that is about right, under the Patriot Act!  Forget that you took the same oath as I did, to protect, defend, and perserve the Constitutions, as well, as obey the mantra written on your squad car . . . to serve and protect!

After Several, Sit Down Chats, I Am Going to Take the Computer Back!

I am not an Indian giver, or someone who gives someone something, and then takes the item back, what I say, I will do, I fucking do!  However, this dude was pushing the limits of my patience and temper, with bigger things on my mind, than, what the fuck my password was!  LOL!  So, before, the undercover cop, goes up to see how long it is until he can have a cigarette break, and get off the bus for awhile, I am thinking, what might be in store for me, in the county I sued . . . a posse of self appointed hitmen, all deputized and told to shoot on site or are there cyber cops, who have ratted me out and the time of my arrival to snippers, and I am just going to get knocked off the second I step off the bus, on what should be home turf, but still very much, enemy territory?  Or just what? 

 

Now, my acer Chrome notebook, white, controlled under my old gmail, jobessco.aka.joann.s.secrist@gmail.com, is my home entertainment center, my pride and joy, and fucking about all I have left . . . and has been a part of me, and allegedly controls my blog, bad ass con law chick, that is now on about 9 search engines, in about 5 versions, so the cyber spies can keep the reader, dazed and confused, as to the true, Incredible Hulk numbers I get within less than a minutes time, and the power that comes with that huge ass millions if not billions of readers from around the world!  I have never taken a dime in pay; however, the power is what I am after, changing and saving the world, was a goal I have had dating back to my application and resume, to be staff attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council, Criminal Enforcement Division, Utah Attorney Generals Office, starting back in about 1994 or '95.  So giving it up, is a huge deal, especially when I don't have money to replace, either my phone or my computer!  But, what good is either device, if you are either incarcerated or dead?

 

Okay, so, I take my love, my baby, my life, and my protection, that is being tracked, no doubt, and decide to part with the computer, the phone was left in Grand Junction, and I think the cops must have found it on one of the check out isles in Walmart, after, first leaving it in the bushes out front, then in the store on isle 14, and being glad and shocked that the cyber trolls didn't locate the phone and take it, only to have that happen the next day!  That particular phone has been compromised, since about 10 minutes after I bought it, last fall, I think, and some asshole in camo, played stupid with his phone, while I stood in line, more than willing to play stupid, to get the clerk to set up, this new phone, having ditched over about 20 phones, 3 just to and from going to D.C. to be sworn into the highest court in the land, the U.S. Supreme Court!  So, it was about time to trash the thing and Wally's World, was a great place, because, had I not written and chidded the cops about not finding it with all their hopped up surveillance, spy gear, I am sure, that I would have at least made the cops think I was in town still, or in the store, since it is open all night!  LOL! 

 

I take the computer out of my purse, charger and all, even my ear-buddies, and decide for lack of a better place to leave it to, and having been extremely anti-social, since getting on the bus, I was just going to leave the computer on the seat, next to me, and get off the bus, and some lucky soul, who needed a computer would get a Christmas gift, and also a fucking shit load of spies, following them, until, the riders in the sky, realize the browsing history, emails, and other indicators, and evidence that the computer switched hands, figured out, the user was not ME!  But, I would be long gone, the opposite direction, by the time, those with less than a 100 score I.Q., figured that problem out!  LOL!  I even had a ticket, that was routing me, 6 hours longer, and going in the opposite directions, mob, going to knock me off, put me in cement shoes and bury me in the desert . . . low I.Q. boys too . . . going by the Chicago mob book of criminology!  LOL!  I refused to go the extra road trip, probably scheduled by the sky cops, because the other two times I have gone back to Montana, or either way, between Colorado and Montana, I have gone through Denver, not Vegas and Salt Lake!  NSA controlled, Mormon Mob Murder Plot . . . Murder on the Salt Lake Express?  Maybe?  Clue . . . looking at the newspaper, sitting by me, hammer . . . Kay Burninghammer or ham her!  Cop Queen!  Sub for Queen Bee, ME!

Hey, I Just Gave Your Sorry Ass a Free, Almost New Computer . . . so Shut the Hell UP!  Intel, God, Style . . . Bad Company, Trouble Up Ahead . . . Dude is Bugging the Shit Out of Me--Figure it out Yourself!

Password is: livefreediehard . . . wait, that is Bruce Willis, A Good Day to Die!  Sorry, password is: liveharddiefree!

Something it up . . . this guy is not leaving me alone!  Even after I answered his 64 lame ass questions, and after he just happened to park his ass, next to me, about the time we hit, Beaver, Utah, and about 30 minutes from Parowan, which I am sure, he had first hand knowledge that I was not continuing on to Vegas, just to turn around and come right back to point, A, he was not going to let me out of his sight.  I started to wonder if he was a hit man, himself, and the ample surviellance cameras on the bus, were showing this abnormal situation; he even had a girlfriend, and would act like something was lost, and use his cell phone to look up and down the isle, to see if I was still there!  Finally, I told him, look, I have other things on my mind, I sued the cops here, and I am figuring out, just where to go, and where to hide; therefore, I need you to go back to your seat and leave me the fuck alone!  After acting like he was doing that, he eventually came up and sat on the seat directly behind me!  FUCK!  I just gave my computer to the guy who is being paid to kill me!

 

The songs I was hearing had to do with trouble, there was night construction on the freeway, and there were vehicles, over next to the mountain, that were like shaking, and giving me the sign that, this is a very scary situation you are in right now, with a narrow margin of not only error, but escape!  Just as we hit a few minutes away from Parowan, there were markers, those orange construction sticks, that make all traffic merge into one lane, and giving me the symbolic message, you are going to have a narrow escape, if you get an escape at all!  I took the warning to heart, by this time, knowing full well, this fucker, was up to no good, and I was going to risk it all, to get away from him.  Even though he was breathing down my neck, and not going to let me out of his immediate grasp and reach . . . I simply, got up, knocked some lady's head, who was sleeping, with her head blocking the isle, or maybe was sleeping, but I didn't care, and I moved up to the front, a fair reach out of this guys grasp, and I think he knew, that I knew the game, and he was not even going to get a chance at me!  I was first off the bus, and bee lined it, behind the building, seeking safety and hiding in the many trucks, parked for the night, just north of the TA truck stop, and the convenience store!  I thanked the driver, who also seemed cop like, and said it was his first trip, seeing he had not parked in the right spot . . . making me be tons more exposed, with a snipper, cops in hiding, and very vulnerable!

 

I am smarter than the average cop! FBI, CIA, ATF, and about all their fuck ass shit murderers!  Perfect time to get me, they have my computer, can say, it was the cop girls club all the way along and I was the intruder, the liar, the fake, the fraud broad, I had been reporting on, all year and eight months of writing on this blog and about ready to ditch it and take a break.  This blog is the only protection I have . . . and I keep thinking that I can ditch it, and the second I do, SHIT HAPPENS!

Call Before You Dig . . . Dress for Success?

The newspaper, today, the Missoulian, was jammed packed with stories of fraud, mistaken race, scams, and schemes to make money and support habits!  Even the signs on the way to the hospital were telling, like Hamilton Mt . . . Merchant Delivery, I was suppose to be killed in an automobile accident, early November, 2012, just days before the presidential elections, between President Obama, and Mormon Mitt Romney, who, was involved in a Mo sting op, to take credit with financial planners, nationwide, for JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., suing and taking down the state of Utah, Governor, Attorney General, Department of Commerce, Division of Securities, and several state officials, attorneys, investigators and such, who had taken my clients, Brock and Rice, securities licenses, and denying them their federal and constitutional rights, under, Title 42, Section 1983, of the Civil Rights Act, of 1964, and revised versions!  The only problem is, out of the $357 million lawsuit, which, strangely enough, I won, nationwide, but lost in Utah, the controlled area, that I was allegedly only to be in, during the deal and steal of a fucking huge ass, famous case, my son's band's, fame, was also, going be donated, making up for all the tithes and offerings, I refused to pay!  So, the Mormon Mob Muffins were going to get credit, the Backstreet Boys Band, were going to make Utah and the Mo Church shine to the world and U.S. and get a whole shit load, a billion to my educated estimate for Mitt's campaign! 

 

I had been to an, ironically, Election Law Seminar, just days before the elections, at the University of Montana, William Jameson School of Law . . . symbolic in and of itself, I think James Kennedy, did a similar, bait and switch, with Rachel, very symbolic, as in fake black, Rachel Dolezal . . . even that name is highly symbolic, Rachel Dulles All!  Or Alan Dulles' babes or Frank/aka/Allan Rex Bess, proxy for Parowan client/husband, with Rachel, Kay, Shelley, Sue, Tiffany, Kelly, Hope, etc., taking my place, the show girls, stepping in for the work horse, who can't be controlled and is not for Mitt, Mormons, the Mob, or working and trained with the Men in Black, or th 70% Mo FBI, CIA, blah, blah, blah . . . whom, my black computer recipient most likely works for!  What the fuck, ever!

The Muffin Woman's Murder Club . . . No Better Than Local Cowboy Film Maker Scam and Con Artist, Matthew McClintock!  Put a Flight Attendant, History Major, Biologist, EMT, Stand in Attorneys . . . and What Do You Have?  A Three Year Scam on Utah, Montana, Colorado, the Nation and the World!

"One part of it that haunts me to this day, he came in--he's 6-foot-5 and weighs about 240 or more--he came in cowboy boots and a nice shirt and a cowboy hat and a scarf around his neck, he looked like a cowboy . . . I shouldn't let appearances impress me like that, but I think we all were impressed.  When he would speak, he would speak monotone and low and he wouldn't look you in the eye.  I should have spotted that from the get-go."  That is a statement about Judge Robert Allison, aka, Michael Willis, or Matthew McClintock . . . I have a story to go with your local, Rhinestone Cowboy, Documentary Film Producer, Con Artist!  Who is actually, all tied up with the chicks, Mormons, the FBI, CIA, acting crew, and might actually be one of them . . . he, Matthew/Michael, actually, claims to have been born of a Mormon family in Utah, who actually gave him up for adoption, to a wealthy rancher in California, while being an engineer, retired, and now a film producer with an alleged degree from like UCLA, or something like that, he is most likely, one of the CIA, Mo Church, Con Artists, along with all my sisters, and a few ex-friend, attorneys, claiming to be me . . . we even have a murder mystery, that I uncovered, yesterday, while checking on another case, the one, I mentioned above, the alleged, Playmate married to the Jewish Rock Star, my case, that was likewise stolen as are all my cases--however, in this case, a 25 years, Appellate clerk of the court, and her husband were murdered, to cover the substitution of counsel--bull shit, to steal a stellar case, that I created new law, that would have protected tons of single women from losing their alimony, through alleged cohabitation, under archaic and outdated Utah Mormon laws . . . , blogs, water compact analysises, and anything I do, since that alleged, fateful day, in late October, early November, where I allegedly died, in an auto accident, outside Hamilton, Montana, back in the year of our Lord, Mitt Romney, running for president, and stealing $118 million from me . . . with the coverup of all I have done, did do, and have since done, starting with that day, and going back, being claimed and stolen by the MO's!

 

CIA Substitution of the Judge, Kalispell, Montana, Turns up Judge is a CIA Con Artist, Ripping Off Local Missoula Residents, in "Cowboy Heritage" Film Scam!  Shelley, Con Artist, Cop Queen, In on this One Too . . . Secret Lover of Mike, Matt, Judge!  Who Hooked Up With Me, First Day in Town!  Bait With JoAnn, Switch to Shelley, Company Gal!

 

Do, you remember the film, Catch Me If You Can?  This is a true story of a young man, who pretended and fooled, many, by acting like a doctor, a lawyer, and pilot, and getting away with it, living large, until the FBI caught him and eventually offered the fraud a job in the Bureau!  That is the story of my sisters, and con attorney actors, who stole, basically, my life, my legal history and career, cases, blogs, water compacts, legislation, even presentations, since, 2000, when I was poisoned by the fucking federal cops after I got 9 of them fired, in the Medicare/Medicaid Fraud Unites, going after docs, for alleged upcoding on billing the government, followed by going after financial planner, and others for similar allegations, when in reality, constitutional rights were violated, and due process protections, denied, licenses revoked, etc.

 

If you will remember, that show, a few years ago, on the Iranian Hostage Situation, during the end of President Jimmy Carter's years, and the newly elected, President Reagan, who allegedly was the boss over the rogue, CIA, agent played by Ben Afflack, and who was the brain child, for getting the hostages released, by pretending the hostages were an American film crew, and getting the actors/hostages out of the country before the Iranians, learned of the fraud.  That one success, has turned the intelligence community on its head, to the point where, witnesses in criminal trials are actors, not the real witness, leaving the prosecution, fraudulently winning cases, through, perjored testimony, of fake witnesses, giving testimonies, of real people, but giving only the details that help the prosecution and get the alleged drug dealer, mob member, okaying any action, under the Patriot Act, with no exceptions and no limits, up to and including murder!  So, these 70% of the Mormon contingency in the counter-intelligence commuinity, saturated with Mormons, rely heavily on fraud, lies, deciet, fabrication, and outright, fucking identity theft, to get the Mormon, Bush, Romney, agendas passed, or completed, using people, like myself, whom people trust, on issues like the Constitutions, and then switch out, a Company Actor, to fuck with your alligences, loyalties, and vote!  As in the Salish-Kootenai Water Compact, use JoAnn's name, testified, offered witness, and had done many constitutional analysis, and then bring in sister, Susan Schmidt, or the Company gal, allegedly on a Mormon Mission in Turkey, and have her be, JoAnn, to get people to trust and believe, that she "saw the light" changed her position, and in reality, that is pure hog wash!

 

The Judge, The Cowboy, The Tax Evader, The Scam Artist

I first met, or witnessed, the CIA or Company, fraud squad, fake judge, gonig to court, on a case in Kalispell, Montana, in a very unexpected appearance, for Georgianna Hartonge, In the Interesto of Dorothy Darrow, her mother, in a fraud on the court in that case too.  I believe that CIA, actor, with the outcome, already determined, signed, sealed and delivered, with the hearing being, just a hoop to jump through, was a complete scam job, with Shelley, coming as my double, actor, sister playing me, after, I came to the Flathead Valley, back in the end of 2012, right after the elections, in a very Republican, if not, Mormon community, jumping in to play me, after I got involved with the medical marijuana issues, legislation, and later, an analysis, right before the vote, in November 2012, with Romney losing, and my vote winning, President Obama.  Court is always, TNT, and Shelley had now been up, taking my place for about 6 months by the time I met Georgianna, at church, and needing an attorney.  Shelley was covering her ass, may have been to court, under my license, and my name, which was hugely popular after, defending those people from the Flathead, who were involved in the FBI raids, on growers up here, with many people hating the feds, and even posting signs to that effect, along the highways . . . Mike and Shelley are insiders, in the Mo contingency of the intelligence community, and protecting, the federal government's interests, as they are in the water compact!  Or rather covering their own, BIA, or Bureau of Indian Affiars negilgence on water rights recording, going back to 1973 to 1983, when the Montana Legislature wanted all water rights recorded, and that included the U.S. government, on behalf of Indians, and Indians, themselve, showing equal protection and due process at its best, the way it should be!

 

I believe, your Matthew McClintock, was sitting in as, the current, sitting Judge Allison, who was allegedly substituted in for, Judge O. Lympus, who allegedly at the last minute had to go to the doctors office, with a surprise appearance by me at court that day!  The ruling on the case, which came out so fast, seemed within a day or two, pre-prepared, did not reflect the record, the transcript, or the actions taken in court that day, with complete obstruction of justice by the attorney, with a conflict of interest, taking judicial action in his office, rather than letting the court do its job, and making a known, thieve, who had taken $35,000 from her mother already, denying, changing and authenticating, court documents, that were totally the opposite of the person chosen to be her power of attorney, and estate representative . . . which is entirely consistent with Shelley type fraud, with Clarise, looking more the type of child that mom would want, after 20 years of Georgianna taking care of her, and with liar, Clarice, much like Shelley, being the last of 5 children, to be trusted with anything of her mother's!  I could see Shelley's hands all over this, as well as entities who had a interest in keeping me down, who would outshine, outsmart, outlawyer, being the real lawyer, having taught family law at two universities, as well as being staff attorney for the Utah Division of Aging . . . or NO CONTEST!

 

Michael Willis, Documentary Film Producer, Cowboy Picks Up on Me, Weeks Later in Missoula, Montana?  We Are Both at the Poverello Homeless Shelter!

 

I recognized the Judge, but under a different name, right off the bat, called Georgianna, and wanted her to go to court, to verfiy, who and what, Judge Allison aka Michael Willis looked like . . . I think, they eventaually, bought, George off, just like they do all of the people I met, especially, the ones who need legal help . . . they have the power, access, and ability to promise anything, and I have to battle through the court system!  But, I am about 75% sure, that this is the Judge . . . thought, well, maybe, that 25%, possibility that I am wrong, is worth, seeing where this goes, he was charming enough, and he had a shit load more money than I did, was getting an new truck, and wanted me to help a bit on writing or rewriting an intro to his presentation to his film . . . probably what these locals got, to get their money out of them . . . but the cowboy started playing the twinning game with me . . . just like Jack, then later, Tony, and the Company boys do to protect the Company girls!

 

At one point, after any attraction, and me ditching Mike, seeing through his double government bull shit, and barely being about to speak to him, and that didn't take long . . . oh, proof, that he was some type of cop . . . at the Pov, Mike, who allegedly was staying there, rather than renting a place, had been bitten by a brown recluse spider, while living in Bozeman, and he had a nasty looking purple part of his leg, so believable, at least on that point, but, he was always kept on the plum duty of having people sign in their names, as they came through the door of the old Poverello, to get dinner.  One time, a guy, refused to write his name . . . no big deal, but to a cop, who is used to that power trip, Michael, who allegedly was 70 years old, looked more like a 50 year old, grabbed the guy by the shirt, and started to force him to go back to the door and sign his name!  I was shocked by his actions, and was even more convinced, in my game of playing the cover, to rat out a cop, that he was indeed a cop! 

 

These super cops, whom, the Company, seems to send me, always promise, that if I hang with them, they can protect me from the local cops . . . really, a fed!  How do you think I learn all this intel information?  LOL!  Play their cover.  So, Mike kept trying to get me to stay at a hotel with him, go places, and he would get pissed, that, unlike the government hookers, didn't fall for his cowboy show, his judge show, and rejected both him and his protections!  And, just like Jack, in Kalispell, the local cops started to crawl up my ass, as I wrote about the local sheriff's race between McDermitt and Josh Clark, dirty politics, and other local issues.  In fact, much like Jack Strode, Mike, would predict the outcome of the elections, and he got more and more, pissed at me, even watched me write my blog, that I had just started, actually in Missoula, I think, and saw the huge number of hit, and he turned on me like the Devil!  I would show, Mike/Matthew, my blog, he would read it, comment on how good it was, and then in the same breath, doubt I wrote it, and call me a broad, and I was stupid for not liking him . . . he was even so desperate to have sex with me, that he offered to pay me $200!  NO! 

Introduction to Matthew McClintock, His Cowboy Name . . . Got Caught on Tax Ivasion!

I was renting from Tony Ostemeier, in Missoula, some time later, in the summer, having met, Michael, around November of 2013, so this was last summer, in 2014, and I was in Missoula again, and Michael Willis, approached me about hiring me to handle some tax issues for him and he would pay me $100 per hour to do some research and write a letter or two.  He gave me his tax information, and I noticed, as any good attorney would that, the letter was addressed to a different guy, someone named, Matthew McClintock!  He told me that was just another name, he used in his professional work, BINGO, a double agent!  I knew it, this was not the judge, and was not Willis, this was a Matthew, or he had done what Alan Dulles/Frank of Interpol did to Allan Rex Bess, and murdered the real guy, the one who was to inherit the ranch, from wealthy aging parents, somewhere in California, and this was really a cop from Utah, who was playing the California, and said he was adopted by the rich couple, who raised him!  We got in a fight over the tax stuff, but I think, he had done much the same thing, as he was doing now, claiming through crook and scam, to have set up some LLC, to handle some film project, he was allegedly suppose to have gotten, or some grant, that he now claimed he never got, and never did make any money, as claimed, owing $4,000 in back taxes, when in reality, he and some chick, put the money in, in anticipation for getting the grant or film deal, but never did get money, and just took money out of the account, and they had their facts all wrong . . . I looked up the law, told him, he had been denied his due process rights, and the attorneys for the state had failed to give him notice and a hearing . . . he said he would do it himself, from that point on . . . turning it over to Shelley, aka, JoAnn, now that he had the laws from me . . . as he did with the Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys, new and improved, shpill to introduce the film, to potential investors!  Proof of that, is on my computer, and in my Google Docs, if the NSA, wants to verify, again another theft by boring Shelley, as per blog!

Trip to Pick Me Up at the Ray of Hope, Rescue Mission in Great Falls!  A Block Away, And He Never Came?  Twinning, Picked Up Shelley, Left Me Behind . . . Just Like Jack/John, and Thanksgiving Trip on Amtrak, With Me in Utah with Kids/Shelley Doubling on Trip!

Even months later, or years, I was shocked, to hear, Jack Strode "Ware" of the Pennsylvania Water Systems, billionaires . . . any connection with the water compact in Montana, feds, Shelley aka JoAnn?  But, Jack, brought up our trip to Pennsylvania . . . I never went . . . you never bought me tickets to go back east for Thanksgiving, and I was in Utah, took off, when you, Jack took to long in the Casino, on Idaho, Thanksgiving night, when I took off, to go spend it with Elliot, in Utah, thinking Greta and Dallas, had, as they always did, cooked, Thanksgiving dinners, taking over for me, when I got Picks Disease, and liked it so much, they just kept cooking each year!  Jack tried to pull the short term memory loss card . . . that I don't think I ever told him about, SHELLEY!  In fact, big sister, joined or even planned, a bar complaint, back in 2011, claiming to be my client, rather than my lazy ass sister, whom I was supporting, and in her complaint, while I was going to the U.S. Supreme Court, even after Hank and Jay, or Henry, who was working with Shelley and had taken bribes by that time, brought up Picks Disease, that I had not even heard, while I was still thinking I would die . . . I had not mentioned that to Fat Jack, so who did?  The extermination plans were starting to take place, the higher and more powerful I got in the law, the scheme and plans started to take form, and the circle of sisters, friends, family, clients, acquaintances, started to spread, wherever I went!

 

Just because someone is wearing a nice lawyer like suit, and the real lawyer, like me, is wearing yoga pants, and cheap ass shirts from Walmart, doesn't change the degree, the experience, the brain, the knowledge, the cases, the history, or anything . . . it simply means, that I have arrived and it doesn't matter what I wear, where I live, or what I drive . . . I can beat the best!  Like Einstien, and others, of noted achievement, once you have arrived, you no longer need the trappings of your profession, like faking it til you make it, the dress for success routine, and all that shit, you are just fucking good, you know it, they know it . . . you put good in and you get good out, knowledge in, knowledge out, until writing blogs like this are second NATURE!  There is no short cut to success! NONE!

Murder of Patricia Bartholemew, Clerk of the Appellate Courts, Mattheson Courthouse, Salt Lake City, Utah . . . Her & Hubby, Hit Head On, Up in the Uintah Forest, Died in Collision . . . Had to Kill Pat, Whom I had Become Friends With . . . Taking Three Cases Up On Appeal!  Fall of 2011!  Mob!

Games at the Court of Appeals . . . top secret cover-up for murder!  Yesterday, while in Salt Lake City, Utah, coming in on the bus, at around 7:00 AM, from Parowan, Utah, waiting for a bus to Rexburg, Idaho, leaving the bus terminal, at 6:15 PM, I had almost 12 hours to kill.  So, I did my blog, on the computers at the Salt Lake Library, read the newspaper, glad to see, former Attorney General, Mark Shurtleff, getting his dues, maybe?  Both he and John Swallow, AG of only 11 months, generally thanks to me, appropriately, being in Missoula a year or so ago, in December, seeing a Salt Lake Tribune article, stating, FBI drops probe against Swallow . . . HELL, NO, and I wrote my blog, for about 16 fucking hours about getting these two, dirty bastards, little Mo Boys, with Eagle Scout Awards!  I was an insiders and was bribed by Tim Lawson, with Shurtleff in the wings, offering to wine and dine me, at the beginning of the Brock securities case . . . I didn't see it as a bribe, at that point, and told him, I didn't need help, because I had the Constitution on my side, and by the time, I did all the work on the case, Mark was using Tim to try to work a deal out . . . I was willing to go with half, or about $187 million, because they, the government refused to settle out of court and I had them by the balls now, so that was the offer or were were going to court . . . then the deal and steal game!

 

Anyway, I got on the court computers, down on the first floor of the Mattheson Courthouse and just happened to pull up the Levin v. Levin case, where the fraud from Judge Anderson, started, by not sending the complete record to the Court of Appeals!  Underneath all these cases, was the goal to cover stealing Elliot, and God's Revolver music, and with the new case, coming at the same time, 2011, when Hope Carlton Levin, showed up on my law office steps, wanting to get representation, allegedly referred to me, from some of Shelley's contacts, in Vegas, who were doing cookie cutter bankruptcy cases, and wanted me to show them, Steve Yarmy Law Firm, Chris, and James Brown, who hooked up with Shelley though her mortgage business, at about the same time I filed the Brock 10th Circuit Court of Appeals case, and Mark Shurtleff, came to a Southern Utah State Bar Conference in St. George, and as a speaker, on the BCI college football mess, with the University of Utah, winning the best record, that year, but not being able to go to the big bowl games . . . I offered Steve and my assistance on the BCS lawsuit, and magically, just wrote mafia, accidentally, all about money, but I talked to Mark, and I was working on the case, and all changed, as it did, because I am fucking good!

 

So, I remember, back in September of 2011, writing a kick ass 19 page brief, making up total new law in the area of cohabitation and alimony, and the complexities, but going from a bad two prong test to a clear and powerful, 10 prong test, with provisions in the Utah Rules of Civil Procedure, for extending the length of the brief, which I believe was 10 pages, if there was new law being made.  Hope Carlton, was watching the Appeals Docket all the time and I used my clients as my assistants.  I remember her calling me, and saying that, my brief, which she helped, do some research, including an article on the issue, from I believe the ABA Journal, or American Bar Association Journal, dealing with the issue of the difficulty courts were having being fair, in an era of modern day law and relationships, with sex both after marriage and before marriage as a plain reality!  But, we got noticed.  So, yesterday, I got on the computer, and pulled up the case . . . and all legal work, that I had done, was missing, and not on the case, being big time, at the time I wrote it!  With the last document being issued, August 25, 2011, but with no case number of 054700107, PER CURIAM DECISION.

 

In that decision, based on an incomplete record from Judge Lyle Anderson, who found that the couple was cohabitating, the lower district court ruling was upheld.  I immediately wrote and said that, the record was incomplete, and I had filed a motion for Rule 15, before the court, as was declared missing, thus giving us that second ruling . . . the case, then continued, with Pat, and me, talking and I started to file, in person, knowing full well by that time, that the Brock case has been fucked with, so I was not going to let that happen in this case.  The clerk yesterday, got me a copy of the PER CURIAM DECISION and said there were no other briefs after that . . . that ends the case.  Here is the game, the court played, mixing the docket number, with the case number, and leaving out the case, number, that connected the whole case, up to and including briefs, as last as February 2014, with Hope again, losing with her substitute counsel, and absolutely no record of the 19 page new law, from back in September, the docketing statement dates are bizarre, but the clerk, claimed, when I asked for copies of briefs that I was still writing, as last as a week or so, after being sworn into the U.S. Supreme Court, with Hope stopping me in route back home . . . only to have the FBI to our girls only Super Bowl, 2012 night, and Hope's withdraw of the appeal, and the last two briefs, the day after the Super Bowl game, with the surprise, FBI visit, and Hope, also, had a bogus, copy of the alleged, $2500 cash warrant for my arrest, for failing to appear in court, 7th district, on a case up for appeal, and not in the judge's jurisdiction!  Once she appealed, I got jailed!

• Case no. 20110499-CA, PER CURIAM DECISION, filed August 25, 2011
• Docket no. 20110499, docket date, 6/8/2011, but case no.: 054700107, docket is not connected to the Per Curiam Decision, allegedly, that was the end of the story, August 25, 2011, nothing I ever wrote, beyond that point, until, later substitution of counsel, which would have been way too late to file, was recorded . . . they erased me on the computer!
• I think the 10 prong test, which was so much more fair, was trashed, not only to cover my brilliance, but to control women, and get men off the hook, paying alimony!
• my houses and furniture, law practice, vehicles and all these old fuckers, offering to protect me, are all about polygamy!  Forcing women, into desperate financial positions, thus needing a man, with no other alternative but to get into the fucked up religious freak marriages, making Men Gods Again! 

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