BOSTON FAMILY--THE DREADED BEAVER; BULL(SHIT) TAMER, STAR POWER . . . LIONS, AND TIGERS, AND BEARS, AH, HA--LIONS AND TIGERS, AND BEARS, OH, YEAH! FROM FAMILY FEUD TV TO GLACIER NATIONAL PARK, CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE WORST KIND, ARE REAL, AND NOTHING TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY! DON'T DO A SELFIE, WITH A GRIZZLY BEAR IN THE BACKGROUND, OR TAKE A FAMILY PHOTO, WITH A YELLOWSTONE BUFFALO, BEHIND YOU . . . 4 PEOPLE HAVE ALREADY BEEN GORED AT YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK THIS YEAR, AND THE SEASON IS ONLY HALF WAY OVER OR LESS . . . BEAR SPRAY IS NOT A GAG GIFT, BUT BE SURE YOU GET IT IN THE BEAR'S EYES, NOT YOUR OWN . . . DURANGO BEAR MAULING WHILE I WAS THERE, LESS THAN A MONTH AGO--FRONT COVER OF DURANGO HERALD! I HAVE HAD TWO CLOSE CALLS WITH MOUNTAIN LIONS, ONE ON A COLLISION COURSE WITH ME, THE OTHER ONE, STALKING ME FROM THE CLIFFS ABOVE. THESE ARE NOT KILLER ANIMALS, JUST ANIMALS IN THE WILD, ACTING LIKE ANIMALS IN THE WILD DO. AS MAN AND NATURE COLLIDE MORE AND MORE, PEOPLE NEED TO BE SMART, WATCH THEMSELVES AND THEIR PETS, WHO ALSO GET MAULED, KNARLED ON, AND EATEN BY THESE PREDATORY WILD ANIMALS! AFTER SEEING TWO GRIZZLY BEARS, UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL, BUT OUTSIDE THE TRUCK--THANK GOD, I DECIDED, I WAS NOT HIKING WITHOUT BEAR SPRAY AND A GUN! EVERY TWIG THAT SNAPPED WHILE HIKING, AND EVERY ROCK THAT RESEMBLED A BEAR'S HEAD IN THE WATER FREAKED ME OUT! SOMEONE REMINDED ME THAT THEY HAVE BEEN TREED BY MORE MOOSE, THAN THEY HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED A BEAR OR MOUNTAIN LION! TWO BULL MOOSE, LOCKED RACKS DURING THE RUTTING OR MATING SEASON TWO YEARS AGO, IN WYOMING, AND FOUGT TO THE DEATH, RACKS STILL LOCKED WHEN RANCHER FOUND THEM, ONE DIED WITH A BROKEN JAW BONE, AND THE OTHER A BROKEN NECK! THE RANCHER FOUND THE DEAD MOOSE, WITHIN THE HOUR, AND DONATED 600 POUNDS OF MEAT TO THE LOCAL FOOD BANK . . . THESE ANIMALS ARE BIG, WILD, UNTAMED, AND SCARY! BE SMART, THINK BEFORE YOU START OUT ON A HIKE . . . READ THE LITERATURE THAT THE PARKS, LIKE GLACIER NATIONAL PARK, GAVE ME, THAT I DISCARDED--THEN WISHED I HAD READ IT, WHILE ON A HIKE, FEELING LIKE THERE WERE BEARS, YEAH, IN BEAR COUNTRY, DAH, BECAUSE THE BROCHURES AND HAND OUTS, WILL GIVE YOU THE LATEST AND GREATEST TIPS ON WHAT TO DO, IF YOU DO RUN INTO THE WILD ANIMALS IN THE PARK . . . AS YOU ENTER NATIONAL PARKS, BECAUSE THEY WILL INFORM YOU ON WHAT YOU MIGHT RUN INTO AND HOW TO HANDLE A CLOSE ENCOUNTER OF THE WORST KIND! (INSPIRED BY THE ARTICLE BY THAT NAME, IN THE MISSOULA INDEPENDENT, AN AWESOME PICTURE OF A GRIZZLY ON THE COVER, FUNNY AND INFORMATIVE ARTICLE--READ IT)

The Family From Boston, And the Dreaded Beaver!

Back in the early 80's, when my four children were small, my sister called me up and said, Do you want to be on the TV show, Family Feud?  What?  She went on to tell me that the TV show producers, were having mock practices or interviewing families from the Salt Lake City, Utah area, and she thought it might be fun to go on the program.  Well, me, my sister, Sue, her husband, Kevin, his brother, Rob, and my cousin, Meg, made up the family--a mother of four and college student at the time, a school teacher, a human resource management specialist, or the dude that fires you, when working for large corporations, a male model, and a law student, was the make up of this extended family adventure.  We were selected to fly to Hollywood, and compete with families from all over the country, on the Family Feud Show, during the Richard Dawson Era, of the show.  And yes, I did have to kiss Dawson . . . I thought of every way possible to avoid the mushy, wet, gross kiss, that I had seen other participants have to endure, but he got me, because I was too chicken shit, to make a big deal of the kiss on national TV!

So, we get to Hollywood, movie star, style, courtesy of the show, put up in a nice hotel, $60 per day per diem for food, and a three day, relaxing holiday, all expenses paid . . . all fun and games, until you got on the show.  There were 10 families, who were brought in, to tape 5 shows, all in one day.  On day, one, as I remember, we had practice rounds.  They matched us up with families, ranging from the worst to the best.  We had done extremely well in the practice round, and nobody wanted to go up against us; therefore, we were paired with the family who had done the worst in the practice round, an all black family, from California, made up of dock workers, school janitors, unemployed family members, etc. . . . and they kicked our asses in the real show!  My sisters, who flew to California to watch us on the show, were totally embarrassed, and my sister, Sue, always seeing herself as the smart one in the family, was so depressed, that she made Keven, sit in the room, while she bitched and moaned, lamenting the fact that she didn't even get one question right!  LOL!  Me, Meg and Rob, were all about cruising around Hollywood, defeat behind us, we were going looking for movie stars, hung out at the Hollywood Hotel, and walked up and down the Boulevard, having a great time!

The Secret To Being Successful on the Feud, Is To Know That The Answers to the Questions, Come From California Audiences!

Okay, so here is an example of what I am talking about . . . Name an item that people rent?  We gave it that old college try, but the number one answer, as I recall, was, SKI'S!  Well, nobody in Utah rents ski's!  Name the rainy season . . . that is easy, in Utah, the joke is, that it always rains on the semi-annual Mormon Conference, in April . . . you know, April showers, right?  Wrong, I think, that the answer, or the top answer, was something like, OCTOBER!  So, due to our location, being in another part of the country, we had totally different answers, that if polled in Utah, from audiences, we would have been right; nevertheless, in California, we were totally wrong, so the loss to me was completely understandable, seeing the facts of what we were up against.  And as we watched the families from all over the country try to guess, what the answers were, not realizing that they were local answers, with audiences, being mainly from California, and probably right there on Hollywood Blvd. there was not way we were going to win, so I kissed my sore ego, and went out on the town for a great time!

That day, after we got a tongue lashing from sisters, Tiffany and Rachel, who were not on the show, who were sure, that they could have done a much better job, representing the Southwick family, than the sisters and other selected to go on the show, we had the opportunity, to see other people and families we had met, perform, and more miserably so, the further east they lived and came from, being so far from California, that they never even got one answer right!  This is how I figured out what the hell was going on . . . 

Name a Wild Animal in the Forest?

If I can remember, from that long ago, there was a family from Texas, going up against a family from Boston.  This question about animals in the forest came up . . . well, I joke with my son-in-law, who grew up in Florida, when he considers, the bumps and hills of the east, and calls them mountains, and tease him that they are not real mountains, those are in the west.  That same sentiment goes for wild animals in the forests back east, compared to those animals here in the best, like mountain lions, bear, moose, wolves, buffalo, bob cats, wolverines, badgers, etc.  So, Richard Dawson, asks the family from Boston, to mention their wild animal . . . and their top entry on the 4 or 5 choices was . . .  are you ready, a beaver!  LOL!  The whole audience went hysterical, and then Richard Dawson, with a totally sarcastic look, turned to the board, that would either bleep you, if you were wrong, putting a feared "X" for getting the question wrong, or it would pop up with one of your answers, being right, no matter where it landed on the board, or in what order.  So, Dawson, yells, the DREADED BEAVER!  And of course the dreaded huge ass "X" came up on the board, rather than the beaver entry!  LOL!

I felt so sorry for the Boston family, because, not only was every answer wrong, but their answers were fucking hilarious, and based on what I saw my sister, Sue go through, being so depressed, having not answered one question right, while embarrassing herself, on national TV, I could only imagine what the family from Boston was going to feel like, but it taught me, exactly why we lost . . . California facts, California seasons, California everything, and the further you lived away from California, the fewer answers you got right!  I was glad, that Utah was at least positioned in the west, with at least some similarities, and I believe, I was very relieved to have gotten, at least ONE RIGHT!  LOL!  Always go for happiness, not ego, or you will get fucked every time.  I let it go, had a great time, was grateful for the experience, and glad to get the vacation and the gifts.  I don't know if Sue ever recovered!  LOL!  Maybe, that is why I went on to law school, and she never did!  She was always the one who wanted to be an attorney, when we were young; however, I didn't let, silly, Family Feud, ruin my life!  And I had a fucking good time in law school!  My first boss, at the Utah Prosecution Council, asked me what I thought of law school, and I said, I thought it was fun . . .  he responded by saying, if I had known that before I hired you, I never would have hired you!  He never did let me hang my BYU law school graduation certificate!  LOL!  I knew I was still a lawyer!  LOL!

Warning . . . Tourists From Around the World . . . Wild Beasts Are No Joke, They Will Kill You!

It was interesting, in the article in the Missoula Independent, entitled, Encounters of the WORST Kind, actually took the total extreme opposite position than I would . . . Sarah Aswell, came from back east somewhere, and read all these books about wild grizzly attacks, mountain lions, and other encounters of the worst kind, and it sounds like she over prepared, and not only learned what to do when you come onto a wild beast, but actually, if not being sarcastic, wanted to actually have an encounter with a bear, and dreamed of saving other people she was either hiking with, or camping with.  I however, saw two grizzlies in the wild, not more than 20 feet away, and got scared out of my wits, and feared every twig snapping, and even not wearing my classes, being traumatized by that first real siting, through the mere rocks in the rivers and lakes, were grizzly bears!  But, to qualify, and let you know, that this fear of the wild unknown, came from birth, or my younger years, when I actually did live in California, and my father, with a sick sense of a thrill, used to like to take his children to movies, like JAWS and Psycho, just to see our reactions . . . I have never, stepped foot in the ocean since, seeing the opening scenes of Jaws, when the girl is taking an midnight swim, out to the buoy, and gets bitten in half, after being tossed and thrown about like a rag doll, for a while!  

I always error on the side of safety, and for error on the side of safety, and for damned good reason, this is not like instant replay, where you get to put your scalp back on, or take the part of your leg that a bear just bit off you, and sew it back on, where it belongs.  I have broken my leg, in 5 places before, felt pain, so real you could taste it, and I can't imagine the horror, of going shit, this hurts, or fuck, this bear is still going after me, or damn this mountain lion can run fast . . . or like the young girl, who was gored in Yellowstone National Park this season, who was gored by a buffalo, cute little fuzzy creatures, so nice and gentle, and thrown in the air, after being gored, and then stomped on!  Come on, that must have been an horrendous experience for her parents, who I believe had her stand for a photo, with the wild animal too close for comfort!

The chick in the article, said that all her Montana friends, told her once she moved out here in the wild west, that you are more likely to get hit by a car, than encounter a bear.  She recounted her one close exposure to a bear, and it must have been a small black bear, but she compared it more to Winnie the Pooh, bear, who just came out of the brush, leaned against a tree, and sat down, with it's arms limp at its side, and belly bulging as it just sat there, didn't chase her or do anything, but watch her and her dog, I think, as I recall, from reading the story, a few days ago.  That may be her experience; however, just less than a month ago, I was down in Durango, Colorado, when two people, I had become acquainted with, fought a bear off, there friend, who was, and again, this is from memory, bitten on the head, in his tent while sleeping, getting part of his scalp ripped off, and later, the bear, grabbed him around the throat, and drug him, while his two friends and husband and wife team, beat the bear off their friend, who was immediately taken to the hospital, luckily, there just happened to be a cop, nearby, who rushed the guy to the hospital or called the paramedics!  The couple didn't have a car, and the guy could have died . . . I understand he is doing fine!  But, I do believe that the bear, who took off, came back several days later, and scared another camper, and I think it was caught that time.

Now I Am Going To Scare the Shit Out of YOU!

• the first thing I heard, on the news, coming into Helena, Montana, was three mountain lions, a mom and her two cubs, just walking up around the Capitol Building, which is so beautifully, placed, up near the mountains, the pines, and with walking trails, literally leading from that area, up to the nearby mountains.
• several days after that, there happened to be another woman, who had a mountain lion, run into her open door, and go downstairs where her nephew was . . . lucky for cell phones, she called him, and told him to shut the door, and the lion ran back out the back door of the home . . . scary as hell!
• one of my acquaintances, used to work up at the Capitol on security, and one night, she was walking around the grounds, and she felt that someone or something was stalking her as she walked around on this nice, fresh, snowy night . . . the next day, she retraced her steps, and there were mountain lion tracks, following her on her whole route!  She now works at Walmart in Helena!  I don't blame her!
• I have had two very close encounters of the worst kind, with two different mountain lions in Utah . . . the first came, after I had been hiking for about 5 hours, going through a divorce, and just thinking, not particularly paying attention to where I was, but I knew it had been an awfully long time since I had seen a person, and what caught my attention, was that the topography and vegetation changed drastically, and the pungent smell of these large, Boston, fern-like looking plants, almost tropical, looking, densely filled a small part of the landscape, between the pine trees, about 5 mountain ranges back up a canyon, in Provo, behind the Mormon Temple, I think, might be called Rock Creek.  The smell, brought me out of my trace like state, and stunned me a bit, taken back by the drastic change in the look of the mountain, and this small oasis in the forest, I thought, what would I do if I ran into a mountain lion?  And just as I said that to myself, I looked over and bounding through the ferns, I could see the light tan back of a huge ass cat, leaping and lopping along, right dead spot on, where I would have been walking, had I not come to my senses . . . the road curved, and the lion was going straight, but we were on a collision course!  I knew the two worst things to do, was to surprise a mountain lion, or run from one, but given the fact that the lion didn't see me, and the smell would have covered my smell, I had seen a outhouse, back down the road, and I high tailed it as fast as I could run, and I was totally in shape back in the day, and glad for it, and made it to the bathrooms . . . never heard the cat, but I never turned around either, just ran, as fast as I could!
• the second encounter, came at a time when I had just gone up the mountains to get some peace and quiet and think, because I love the mountains and find peace and solitude there, like no other place, and such was that day.  But, much like the other occasion when danger is around, my intuition, made me sense that something was watching me, that something was not right, and I needed to take a look around . . . not more than 10 to 15 feet above me, was a mountain lion, just pacing back and forth, up along the cliffs I was parked under, probably his territory, I would guess, but, there was a clear and present danger, and the cat, was looking right down to my small car, with all four windows, unrolled.  I quickly took action, rolled up all the windows, and split!  That cat, could have pounced on me or the car, and have had a claw or worse a head, with fangs, sunk in my neck faster than a speeding bullet!
• another night, back two years ago, in Kalispell, Montana, I was walking late, one balmy winter night, near Christmas, back on the road, between the Flathead Valley Community College, and the Kalispell Medical Center, after listening to a lecture one night, and going home.  There is a stretch of that road, that is almost totally uninhabited by humans, other than a deep set farm house or barn, on tons of property, with the forest and pine trees, going right up to the road.  So, I am walking about 9 or 10 P.M., and I hear this kind of growl, some type of sound, that I was unfamiliar with, and I just kept walking, hoping the sound would go away, and then another sound, and I can't describe it, because I had not heard it before, and I sort of know what a mountain lion sounds, like, and that might be one.  So, I slowly, but as quick as I could without drawing much attention, crossed the trees, and cut through some yards, to houses and civilization, that was merely a short distance from this wild sound, and went back to highway 93, to take a more traveled part of Kalispell at that time of night.  The next day on the front cover of the Daily Inter Lake Newspaper, there was a picture of a mountain lion, just laying on a branch of a pine tree, big as life . . . I didn't know the name of the street it was on, but I thought that might have been the source of the sounds that I had heard the night before!  Scary!
• I have seen moose, elk, pretty close up, just yesterday, there were two deer bucks, with full racks of horns, just walking around yards at the top of Rattlesnake Canyon, leaving deer pooh, when I got back from sitting down by the river for a while.
• the closest I have actually come, or it seemed so, with an encounter of the worst kind.  Back in the fall of 2012, after escaping Utah with my life, and hiding out in National Parks, from Zion National Park in Utah, to Glacier National Park in Montana, but at this particular time, staying either in Yellowstone National Park, the Tetons, or Grand Targee, going between those and Jackson Hole, Wyoming or West Yellowstone in Montana, I was camping out up at a remote lake, by myself, called, Twin Lakes, or Two Lakes, on the east side of Yellowstone or on the Wyoming side, near the Tetons or Targee, not sure, but I came in from Jackson Hole side into the park, and drove way high, or so it seemed, and nobody was even at the lake except me.  I decided to take a nice little stroll around the lake shore, in the early afternoon, but as I got, only about 5 minutes from where I had parked my car, and started, the shoreline got muddy, sludgy, and too wet to walk along, so I promptly turned back, rather that try to push it and get my feet stuck in the mud, or get bogged down by wet soil.  I started back to the car, and right there, on the shore, where I had been, not minutes earlier, was what I have now come to know as bear scat!  Or rather bear poop!  At the time, being somewhat alarmed at how close it was, and the close timing of the wild beast coming to do this duty, leaving a trace that it had indeed been their, and right in the middle of the path, so there was no mistake that it had been a close encounter, and at the time, I thought, this is either Big Foot, or a bear!  That poop is huge, and there is all kinds of sick looking stuff in it, like hair, twigs, and pooh I had never seen before . . . due to that experience, I bought all my older grand kids, or one per family a book, put out by Glacier National Park, called, Who Pooped in the Park?  A really cute children's book that helps kids to identify the kinds of animals, that leave markings here and there in the Park!  A couple of joggers from Utah State University, came to the lake, just as I was getting back, to my car, and I took them down to the lake's edge, and showed them the scat, and said, I don't know if this is bear pooh, but, I would be very careful, because it came, right while I was just walking a bit around the shore line!  They decided that it was not a good place to jog at!  It just dawned on me, a strange place, given the timing of my visit and run in the National Parks, this was just days before the 2012 elections, and while in the Park, coming down into Jackson, I heard on the radio, that the Salt Lake Tribune, had just endorsed President Obama . . . I had been writing to several Salt Lake Trib, journalists, telling them what happened to my case, that they had in fact, interviewed me on, and they knew I was running for my life, but going into libraries in Jackson and Bozeman, writing my poison pen emails, pre-blog days, telling the world about the whole $357 million lawsuit, with my portion, being stolen, going to Mitt's campaign, with doubles signing off on settlements and bribes to clients, judges, etc., so they knew what the real story behind my vehement push to get Mitt defeated . . . perhaps a bear staged murder would work!  But, the couple heeded my advice and left the lake, as I did myself!
• my friend Nick, who got fired, or replaced on his job at Yellowstone National Park, working for D and C, vendors, over the food in the Park, who didn't pay him, either for 78 hours of work, owing him about $1,000 is still getting emails on the news in the Park that employees get, and he is the one who told me about the four goring by buffalo in the Park so far this year . . .  one man was gored, three times, from the back, tossed in the air each time, and he lived to tell about it.  But, a pretty reliable source, coming straight from the Park Rangers!  I heard that there are about 40 bear encounters a season, going from about June to October, at Glacier National Park each season.

Have Fun In the Parks, In the Wild, But Be Careful!

• don't feed the bears . . . don't leave food around your campsite!

  • I have heard that bear spray is extremely effective, more than bullets, but make sure you are of the mind, to point it at the bear, not get caught in the spray yourself

    • don't run, these animals, all of them can run faster than you

      • sacrifice a pet, rather than a human, really!

        • make noise while you are hiking . . . locals tell me they hit sticks together, or wear bells on their shoes

          • play dead . . . the eyes are a vulnerable part of a bear or a mountain lion, people have used sticks, pens, and other items to get a lion off a loved on, and saved their lives

            HAVE FUN CAMPING, BUT BE SMART!  LIONS AND TIGERS AND BEARS, OH YEAH!  THIS IS MONTANA!  I WAS GOING TO BUY BEAR SPRAY FOR MY KIDS FOR A GAG GIFT FOR CHRISTMAS, THE LADY AT WALMART, SAW ME LAUGHING AND SAID, THAT IS NOT A JOKE, YOU NEED THAT UP HERE . . . BOTH BEARS AND LIONS, NO TIGERS, YET, HAVE WALKED RIGHT INTO THE PARKING LOT AT WALLY'S WORLD IN KALISPELL!  NOT BULL SHIT!

HAND BABIES & HOLY ERECTIONS! LOL! OH, SAY CAN YOU SEE, BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT? YEAH, U.S. BAD ASS WOMEN'S SOCCER TEAM WON THE WORLD CUP, BEATING JAPAN, 5 TO 2! YAHOO! PLAYING TO A SELL OUT CROWD OF ABOUT 53,300, WITH ONE OF THE FANS BEING, U.S. V.P., JOE BIDEN, WAMBACH AND CREW, GAVE JAPAN, THE WHAT FOR! INTERESTING SIDE NOTES--CARLI LLOYD, SCORED 3 OF THE 5 U.S. TEAM POINTS, U.S. WOMEN, HOPE SOLO, WENT 540 MINUTES OF PLAY, WITHOUT CONCEDING A GOAL--HOPE, I WILL DEFEND YOUR 2 MISDEMEANOR CHARGES, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, AGAINST SISTER--I FEEL YOUR PAIN, SISTERS BUG THE SHIT OUT OF ME (LOL!); WOMAN OBJECTED TO FIFA'S DISCRIMINATORY ACT OF MAKING FEMALE PLAYERS DO THEIR THING ON "FAKE" TURF, RATHER THAN NATURAL GRASS, LIKE THE GUYS; WAMBACH WAS HONORED AS THE BEST U.S. FEMALE PLAYER, SCORING MORE POINTS IN HER CAREER, THAN BOTH MALE AND FEMALE SOCCER PLAYERS! SO COOL! CONGRATS, YOU DUN' US PROUD! HURRAH FOR THE U.S.A. WOMEN! HUNTER'S EXCUSE MUG, BROOD OF VIPERS, THE PERFECT VICTIM OF MISSOULA'S, ST. FRANCIS XAVIOR'S CATHOLIC CHURCH--AMAZING SERVICE AND SERMON! MOM, BUT KAY SAID . . . THERE IN LAYS THE PROBLEM! IT MATTERS WHERE YOU GOT YOUR START! HEADWATERS . . . "BEWARE, LEST ALL MEN SPEAK WELL OF YOU!" CHRIST, SCRIPTURE . . . IMAGINATION GAMES, ALAN TUREY, AMERICAN, WHO BROKE, HILTER'S GERMAN INTEL CODE . . . SOMETIMES THE MOST UNIMAGINABLE PEOPLE, DO THE MOST UNIMAGINABLE THINGS! NSA TURNED OFF SPELL CHECK, SO BEAR WITH ME . . . HOPEFULLY, THIS WILL POST AS ME, AND NOT BE FUCKED WITH! SMILE!

FUNNY!

Muslim televangelist, Mucahid Chad Hen, wanted his Turkish audience that Islam strickly projibits masterbastion and "that those who have sexual intercourse with their hands will find their hands pregnant in the afterlife."  (Turkey's, Hurriyet Daily News--I found it in the Missoula Independent, don't behead me for saying this, just thought it was funny, lol!).

 

Aiming to provide moral support for Pakistan's persecuted Christian minority, Pavez Henry Gill is building a 14 story bulletproof cross at the entrance to a Christian cemetery in the middle of Karachi.  He had hoped the 140-foot-high, 42-foot-long iron, steel and concrete structure would be the world's tallest c4ross, but it will fall 68 feet short of The Great Cross in Florida.  Still, it will be the biggest in Asia.  (Associated Press).

Mountain Lion Bus Driver . . . Wow, I Can't Believe How Many People Are Supporting the Girl's Team?  Why Not?

Due to the fact that I walked to St. Xavior's Church then to the Break Cafe and back to the Poverello Palace, later, while thinking I was just taking a walk to California Bridge and finding myself, caught in a downpour of rain, getting soaked, while seeking shelter, over on Hal's Walk along the Clark Fork River, on the back side, under one of the cute pavilions, along the way, between the bridge and the Ofsprey Baseball Park, finding myself, drenched and already half way to the Current Aquatic Center where I had left my bathing suit, last Friday, and deciding to break my own, Sabbath Day Rules, due to circumstances, and go swimming, being very wet already, leaving me too exhausted, when I got back to the homeless shelter, to walk back uptown to the Oxford Bar and Grill, with the best bacon in the world, locally grown and slaughtered, to watch the U.S. Women's Soccer Team play Japan; therefore, by the dawn's early light, out the door at about 5:30 A.M., I headed over to the bus transit center, to catch the first bus, and get my hands on a newspaper, to see if the U.S. Women's team won the WORLD CUP!

 

Not surprisingly, the newspaper was already open by some rider, probably commuting to work, and the Missoulian Newspaper, my current source of all knowledge, was already open to the Sport Section, with the headlines, saying, U.S., Lloyd Wallop Japan for Title!  I was visually and verbally overjoyed, and excited.  The female, nonetheless, whatever, bus driver, said, Man, I can't believe how many people are supporting the female soccer team?  Like that was some mystery to her, when to the rest of us, it is, why the hell, would we not support, one of the biggest sporting events, that rivals the American Super Bowl and not cheer for our home country gals?  It was shocking to me, that anyone didn't cheer for the hometown girls!  The World Cup, is only played every four years, and so it is a big deal.  My second husband, Jerry Owens, was a huge soccer fan, played, coached, and sometimes attended the matches, when played in the United States, so when you have a U.S. team, no matter, male or female, and as good as this team is, why in the hell, would you care if the team is male or female?  I know that I am overly competitive, but, really?

Incredible Athletes at the Top of their GAME!

Times are changing, thank God, and women are being allowed to be whom they want to be, do what they want to do, and work where they want to work.  There was an article in the newspaper, dealing with the phenomena of this team and the new number of women, who are tuning into watch the gals play, and I believe the numbers were substantial, like they jumped up 49%, if I was reading the newspaper right, and that is amazing!  I think that was an indication to TV networks, that we care about women's teams, want to see them perform, and dig seeing them kick a ball around the field and get so excited over a win, that they fall to their knees, rip their shirts off, lift a coach off the ground, and scream, in intense exhileration, that they won a huge, fucking game!  Good God!  How fucking awesome . . . these women athletes, some of the best in the world, world class for sure, fun to watch, have dedicated their entire lives up to this point, as either Lloyd or Wambach, commented, after the game, with goals, dreams, trophies, and awards, that they want no less than male athletes!

 

Several years ago, I dropped into visit my ex-hub, Jerry, the soccer lover, and he showed me a video, produced, I believe, for the last Women's Soccer World Cup, I think back in 2011, when the U.S. team lost to Japan, whom I am sure, wanted another win, and our girls, probably, had a few nightmares over, after losing the last time the two teams met . . . but this particular ad, produced by I think Italian fashion bastista's, put a bunch of female soccer players, wearing high heeled, platform shoes, tons of make-up, mini-skirts, mid-riff shirts, and their hair curled, flashing their underwear, as they kicked, giggled and frolicked around the field.  He thought the ad was so cool, and I was fucking pissed and furious when I saw it!  I said, why don't they show David Beckem, out running around the field in his underwear!  Because, a girl in a soccer uniform is ten times cooler to me, than a bunch of prepubescent teens, out running round the field, kicking balls and doing allegedly girlie stuff!  I said, don't you know me well enough, after 20 years, that I would be pissed at this stupid commercial?  We got in a huge ass fight, and I left, on my travels . . . I believe that is the last time I saw him . . . don't degrade, world class female athletes, by using sex, dumb ass models, to imitate, totally amazing female athletes . . . JUST MY OPINION!

Huge, Congratulations, U.S. Women's Soccer Team!

THE PERFECT VICTIM

Yesterday, was a great day at church.  I was set up, however, by the Missoula, historic, St. Francis Ignatius Xaviour, Catholic Church, starting about on Friday.  I was walking past the church on my way to type a blog at St. Patrick's Hospital, in their employee break room, and saw, 6, crisp, red, white and blue, American flags out on the upper, front steps, leading to the front doors . . . what an amazing sight, so cool, and while I have seen flags, mounted at Mormon Churches, before, I was somewhat taken back by this vibrant display of patriotic fervor!  I loved it.  Next, I was reading in the Religion section of the Missoulian, that some guy, a former high school and college football star, turned medical student, was dropping out of medical school, after three years of training, and felt he needed and was called to the ministry.  I believe that he was anointed a deacon in the Catholic Church, last week at St. Xaviour's Church. 

 

Then I was talking to Nick, my New Jersey, hommie, at the Pov, and I was telling him what churches there were, just in case he wanted to go to church on Sunday.  I told him, I was going to Fresh Life Church the one I go to in Kalispell, along with the Crossfire Biker Church, that is turning into the Hope City Church and Nick told me he was raised Catholic, but he hadn't gone to church for two years, but he was raised very strict Catholic, and mentioned all the traditions and liturgy of the Catholic Church that I am totally unfamiliar with, however, I informed him that I had been to St. Helena Cathedral to mass one Saturday, walking right in on mass, thinking I was going to take a tour of the beautiful church, modeled after a church in Germany . . . and I had attended Tuesday mass, here in Missoula, once, ditching the cops, and had gone several times since, telling him that the church rivaled, the Cistine Chapel, with murals and stain glass windows, depicting scenes from Christ life.

 

As, a bad ass con law chick, who trashes cops in her blog all the time, and being a sitting duck at the Pov. and other places, me and a few friends were having breakfast, and noticed, about 10 squad cars go past the Pov. in about 10 minutes, some sheriff's vehicles and others were police vehicles . . . now, either, these guys are trolling for me, or they are bored with all the citizens heading to the hills, mountains, lakes, and streams, out of town, and the cops have nothing else to do!  Too much heat for me, I told my friends, and booked it out of the Pov. at about, 6:30 A.M., stopped by St. Patrick's employee break room, thinking I would get in a blog, before church, with plans changing from a 3 mile walk down Broadway, to a half mile passed Reserve, where Fresh Life Church meets, opting for the back roads, over to St. Xaviours, given the new Intel.  And for the first time, as I sat down on the employees computers, I noticed a sign, probably there because of me, that said, these computers are for employees only!  What, I have used these on weekends, for about a year, since living in Missoula, last summer, or maybe it was other times when I had visited Missoula and had my computer fried by the Mormon Mafia, during 2012, and the elections, stopping in a Senator Tester's office on Front Street . . . but, for once, my conscious was pricked, and I left, with no where else to go but to church, just next door!

"Before You Were Formed in the Womb, I Knew You."  Jeremiah 1:5, Bible

I got to the Church about 7:30 A.M., not sure if it started at 8 or 9:00 A.M., so I sat down, waiting to pounce on a passer-by, and see what time church started, so this former, Mormon could crash church, like I did being the Mormon at the Catholic BBQ last summer, and the Mormon at the Catholic Oktoberfest in Big Fork, last fall, and not knowing what the people are doing with the water in the font at the door, as they enter church, because, I am always behind them, so I can't fake that I belong . . . I am better and standing up, figuring out the songs, and seeing that people cross themselves at they approach the alter with Christ on the Cross behind it.  I know why Catholics are more fit than Mormons, they stand up and down, about 4 times for each hour of church.  I am kind of getting the hang of things, but, before going in, I sat on the marble benches out on the side of the church, looking at a rock structure with the Virgin Mary statue, flowers placed around the rocks, and as I went to sit down, I noticed the scripture engraved on the first bench . . . Before you were formed in the womb, I knew you. 

 

That made me think of a statement I heard lately, on the radio, or in a speech, where someone said, have you ever thought that it took God, 1,000 years to get just the right genetic make up, of progenitors, forefathers and mothers, the right DNA, to create someone like you?  This scripture made me stop and think a minute, about the flags, that were now removed from the Church, now that it was July 5th, rather than the 4th, making me somewhat disappointed that they were not still in place, so brave, so bright, so good.  A woman passed by, and told me church started at 8:00 A.M., and I dig early churches, libraries, and swimming pools, because I am an early riser, and I am always waiting for the world to wake up!  I was early, and the feeling was reverent, and the prelude music playing . . .

America the Beautiful . . . And Crown Thy Good With Brotherhood, From Sea to Shining Sea!  Yahoo, the 4th of July Lives On!

I am a sap, when it comes to patriotic songs, and within seconds, the words of the song, being sung quietly by the soloist, were ringing in my ears, and streams of tears, were now, running down my face, making trails of blackish brown mascara, running down my freshly applied, blush on my cheeks!  Nothing could stop their flow, as I thought of a recent article in the newspaper, of a handsome older man, wearing a hero's cape, and being a big time promoter on the board of the YMCA, and how he had met his wife, while serving overseas in the Peace Corp, crowning good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea . . . I thought of my female professor friends, making up the body of the PBS group discussions, in the Great Decisions Groups, around the world, with some of the couples, having kids, who were over in Afghanistan, setting up girls' schools, in the country, helping fight off and protect the girls from Al Qaeda and the Taliban, who don't want women educated, because they are less likely to let their son's join extremist groups, crowning good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea . . . or what about the recent gathering, and I can't remember the club, who was raising money and awareness of the challenges and trials of the people who just experienced an earthquake in Nepal, leaving over 9,000 dead, sending money for shelters, food and clothing supplies, crowning good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea!

 

If that wasn't bad enough to get me crying, the guy saying the prayer, got up and said, all the things that we wish for in this world of ours, peace, harmony, safety, love, food, clothing of the poor and the needy, and blessing those with means to open their hearts and pockets, and rightly so, now that I am among the rank and file of the poor, thanks to the government . . . oh, I think some undercover cop, who came into the service late, and stood by me, a nice Catholic boy, because he knew what the hell he was doing, but totally cop material, buzzed hair, clean cut and all, a spy, to see if this former Mormon, was authentic or not!  LOL!  But, the prayer was amazing, and so right on, with what we need in the world today.  Then we sang, Gather Us In, young, old, rich, strong, and let us all serve and do the work of the Lord . . . totally a wreck by this time, but it gets even worse, or better, depending on which way you want to look at it.  LOL . . . the perfect victim . . .

 The Apostle Paul and His Thorn In His Side . . . Story of Christ Doing Amazing Things, But Can't In His Own Town of Nazareth . . . Isn't He Just the Carpenter's Son, the Brother of James, and Aren't His Sisters, Here With Us?

God, knows, I can relate to these stories . . . the apostle Paul, a man of letters, long before I was an attorney of letters, was my favorite, because he was a braggart, egotistical, but all in the name of Christ, me too!  But, in the scriptures, Paul tells us in his letter to the Corinthians, that he has a thorn in his side or a weakness in his flesh but, with the grace of Christ, that doesn't matter, and he is really at his best, when he is at his worst!  That is when Jesus can most use him, because the people can relate to him, unlike if he was a perfect saint, and I agree with that also.  So, right on Priest Joseph, a jolly, boisterous priest with a killer message.  He doesn't elaborate much on that point, but well taken by this former Mormon gal, and I dig Paul, so, it is, we are best, when we are at our worst, because, as mere humans, doing the Lord's work, we can reach more people, if they can relate to us.  I am riddled with sins, weaknesses, and I vomit, my sins, stories, venting, swearing all over these pages, so, I am right where God wants me to be, anyone can relate and does not feel inferior to someone, like myself, being in a homeless shelter without any proof of I.D. and being challenged daily by the government, their goons, and chased and whatever, I feel, that I almost rival, Paul in tragedies, and trials, tribulations, and sorrows, but, hey, I chose to be happy, and wonder, if I am not just where God wants me . . . not always the easiest places to be in, but generally, overall fun, good food, and nice staff, so, as I have said, when I first saw God's Love Shelter in Helena . . . I said, as I looked at the men and women walking around, knowing my life was sinking into the toilet, having sued the state of Utah, cops, in an election year with a Mo presidential candidate, and a sitting duck with a $357 million lawsuit, followed by a $56.7 million, that I was heading in this direction, and fast, but prayed and hoped that I would never frequent a place like this . . . now, I pray for a bed!  LOL!

Christ, Not Being Able to Do Miracles in His Hometown . . . Said, a Prophet is Without Honor In His Town, Among Family, and Friends . . . Who Do You Think Your Are, Someone Special?  Just the Carpenter's Son!

So, then, Monsenior Joseph, goes on to tell us the story of Christ, and his challenges with his own family, friends, and people of Nazareth where he grew up . . . who, because of their lack of faith in him, he could not perform the miracles, the healing, and all the marvelous acts, he did while on his short journey on this earth, as someone special, just the Son of God, for hell sake!  I loved Pastor Joseph, when he, very human in his passion, said, don't you just want Jesus to stand up and say, yeah, I am someone special, and I see what my Father in Heaven wants me to do, I have a vision for mankind, that far surpasses the shit these fucking Pharisees and Sadducee's are saying . . . I added some of my own flavor to this, having felt and used the very words, of Christ, telling my clients, that if they don't have faith in me, go get an attorney they do have faith in, reminding them, that even Christ himself, could not perform miracles, because of the lack of faith in him, by friends, family, and citizens of Nazareth!  And relating whole heartedly with Christ frustration, mine, being related to the Constitution, rather than the Kingdom of God, but to me, often one in the same, seeing and being taught, that the Constitution is for all mankind, all men, women and children of the earth, with freedom and liberty for all . . . can't you guys fucking see that as I fight daily to educate, train, teach, expound on the United State Constitution, a document that is inspired, giving men rights, that come from GOD, not governments!

 

Now, I am pissed off and crying . . . and then, we sing this song, about the suffering of man, the pain, the death, and all of mankind as Christ sees their challenges and he says in this song, entitled, something like Is It I Lord?  And the words of the song, so matched the message, the words of America the Beautiful, the medical student that gave up that to be ordained a deacon, in the ministry of Christ's work, the true physician, rather than one of the body, one of the soul, the lasting part of the human . . . but, the words, said, I can save them from sin . . . but, whom shall I send to help with these other things?  And then the lyrics go on to say, Is it I, Lord?  Am I called to help the poor, the needy, the blind, the lame, the homeless, those who need comfort in their bodies, and in so doing might open themselves to the healing of the heart and their spirit.  I was trying to take notes, because the whole morning went so beautifully together, to right, so pure, so good, with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea!  Joseph also mentioned that Pope Francis, another man I love and respect, in his encyclical, on climate change, global warming, corporations of the world, being entities, who put many of the world's poor, in danger of health risks, exposure and living in filth, with that message, so powerfully written and presented, will be on the Church's website!  Read it . . .

THANKS St. Xaviour Church, Priest Joseph, the Prayer Dude, the Music, the Flags, the Statement on the Bench, and I Can't Fail to Mention the Cops, Who Drove Me from My Destination, Walking Down Broadway 3 Miles, that Made Me Seek Shelter in a Closer Sanctuary!  LOL!

ENJOY THE THRILL OF THE KILL, U.S. WOMEN'S SOCCER TEAM!  WOMEN AFTER MY HEART!



SO MUCH MORE THAN HOT . . . BRAINSICK; CHATTERBOX AND THE LATTERDAY SATANISTS, DIRTY BOURBON RIVER SHOW, MALL CRAWLER . . . BROFORCE . . . WAR . . . NOT IN OUR NAME! HOW KIDS LEARN . . . BIRTHDAY CHALLENGE FOR AMERICA: (1) STOP VIOLENCE OF ALL KINDS; AND (2) STOP DISCRIMINATIOIN OF ALL FLAVORS, RACISM, SEXISM, JUDGE A PERSON ON THE CONTENT OF THEIR CHARACTER, NOT THE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN OR THEIR SEX . . . I WILL HAVE TO STOP MALE BASHING, NOT EASY! LOL! CLARK FORK RIVER, PRE-FOURTH OF JULY FIGHT ON BRIDGE! ANGER MANAGEMENT SKILLS NEED TO BE LEARNED . . . CHAMPIONS ARE NOT BORN, THEY ARE MADE! WE NEED TO GIVE KIDS THE TOOLS TO SUCCEED IN LIFE, AND ONE OF THOSE, IS TO CONTROL YOUR TEMPER AND ANGER, WALK AWAY, COUNT TO TEN, DISENGAGE, FIND YOUR TRIGGER POINTS--GENERALLY CONNECTED TO AN INCIDENT FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD--OR SOMEONE ACCUSING YOU, OF THE TOTAL OPPOSITE OF WHAT YOU SEE YOURSELF AS--IT HELPS TO CONSIDER THE SOURCE! WHATEVER . . . COOL YOUR JETS, AND LEAVE, IS SOMETIMES THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO, DISTANCE YOURSELF FROM THE PERSON PISSING YOU OFF!

As We Cycle the Calendar, At the Speed of Light . . . We Have Reached a Mile Stone in this Country--Gay Marriage, Black Lives Matter!  Dah!  Damn Right!  Straight Up!

 

As we mark another 4th of July, a national birthday, we might take a few moments to reflect on the last year, a banner year in so many ways--tough on the one hand, and very great on the other.  So, as you enjoy your backyard BBQ, watching parades, flags, fireworks, commemorating our nations founding date, and looking into the future, at least for a year, with reflections on the past one, let us be a better nation, more tolerant, kind, forgiving, throughtful, working in harmony, peaceful, and filled with love, one for another, in this human journey, we all call life, one that is precious, rare, wonderful, beautiful, amazing, filled with joy, and sadness at times, and make sure that every person, we come into contact with, or in our professions, homes, schools, factories, workplaces, on the roads, in the streets, on college campuses, feels part of this great country of ours, part of the social fabric, accepted, encouraged, appreciated, cared for, included, rather than excluded, loved, rather than hated, cherished for their uniqueness, and the individual contributions, backgrounds, experiences, spice of life, if you will, and what they can add to this melting pot of cultures, religions, political views, creeds, and experiences, to make the sum total of the whole, more than the individual parts.

Nick--The Jersey Boy, Who Claims to Be From Arizona . . . Too Many Stereotypes About Being Loud Mouthed and Obnoxious!

While staying at the Poverello Center or the homeless shelter, I get plenty of opportunity to rub shoulders with people, like Nick, from New Jersey, who came out to the west, was working in Yellowstone National Park, a dream come true for him, managing one of the ice cream parlors and food stands, who came weeks early to the Park, set up the store, cleaned and readied the place for the thousands of visitors, who frequent the Park daily.  During the month and a half he was there, we got several wards for making the most money for the store, running the tightest shop, and managing the young people who work in the Park, coming, litereally, from all over the world for the experience.  All of the sudden, out of the blue, the boss over his imediate boss, told him, that he was being let go from his job, and he was being replaced by a friend of the supervisors, and after some, sort of a hearing, being almost forced into signing a paper, that he quit, refusing that, or that he was leaving for some, unknown reason, that he also refused to sign, being shocked, and being railroaded into being forced out of his job, for what? a girlfriend?  He looked at his boss, who did little to support him, worried about his own job, and told the man who was orchestrating this bull shit lynch mob of sorts, and said, three times, shame on you, shame on you, shame on you!

Luz E. Trahan . . . Mysterious Ways: A Plan in Place . . . All Stories are Based on Real Events

Luz is a chick from Syracuse, New York, who wrote a book about her spiritual experiences, not only from childhood up, but on the day that the airplanes hit the Twin Towers on 9/11.  Luz is Puerto Rican, and fiesty and cool as hell, telling me bed time stories, each night of near kidnappings, while growing up in the housing projects of New York, and who she, as an 11 year old girl, managed to wrestle her way, from the arms of a grown man, who was taking her in the basement to do, who knows what, and managed a scream, that about rocked the apartment building, once his hands came off her throat and her eyes came back from rolling, almost totally in the back or her head.  Luz, tells of the day, she had gone into downtown, New York, to visit her aunt, and was scheduled to take her auntie to a doctor's appointment in the City, on 9/11, and she tells of the premonition, the spiritual sickness she had that day, as she got a bad feeling about even being in New York City, and she booked it out of town, and headed back home, to the consternation of her family and friends in the City, who planned on her staying a week, visiting family and staying with her aunt.  And the next day she knew why she had felt the way she did!  Luc, had never written a book before, but felt compelled to write her stories, in the hopes of inspiring others to the spiritual side of life.  She spent her savings on writing, publishing, printing the book, only to find out the 40 hard back copies, and the 40 paperback copies, had been printed by the publisher with the wrong version of her book!  Scream!  Due to the errors Luz found, she is rewriting the book, adding two more chapters, maybe about her experiences in Montana . . . Nick is blamed for the attitude, Luz has!  LOL!  Gotta love the accents, attitude, and moxey!

The Good Neighbor Policy . . . LGBT Community Judging Homeless!

It is so easy, once we have gained ground, stood our ground, gained some semblance of acceptance, to turn right around, and start judging another group, that we, now feel superior to!  There were a few people from the Poverello Homeless Shelter, who were standing out in back of the shelter, sometime when the new shelter moved from Ryman Street, to Broadway, with the Mayor, clearly stating that location was picked on purpose, to let the community know, just how the City of Missoula, feels about their homeless population, and their commitment to caring and sharing community resources, and plenty, with those whom find themselves in a situation, where they need help, or someone to step up and give them a little assistance, to get them over the rough patch as some in the shelter, would describe their situation.  We all have our crosses to bear, our issues to deal with, our individual challenges in life . . . let's do what President Obama recommended, about a year ago, be kind to one another, be gentle, because we just don't know what has led this person to be where they are at, and at times, in comes at the hands of other people and it is no fault of the person themselves.

How Kids Learn . . . The Bridge Fight

Late night, I was waiting for my Native American, friend, Sandra, who was waiting for her friend, Donna, so we could all go down by the Clark Fork River, and get in the cool water, refreshing ourselves from the hot July sun, and still cooking, even into the early night hours.  I was not sure where to meet the other two, who were taking more time than my patience could handle, so I went on a head, and sat up on the bridge, just down from the shelter, don't know the name, and I should, but . . . so a group of happy teens, carrying tubes, floaties, and blown up rafts, came over the bridge that I was sitting on watching the huge orange sun, set over the fading blue sky, and over the mountains in the distance, with the water, gurgling and slowly, running past me on this peaceful night, seeing a group of 8 duckling, waddling through the weeds and into the water below me . . . fun sight, leaving me wondering where the parents were?  Out on a Friday night date?  LOL!

 

Several, like college age young people seemed to be leading this pack of teens and young adults, and about the time the gang bringing up the rear came to where I was sitting, I heard someone say, leave my wife alone, don't look at my wife that way, and I am going to beat you, if you say one more thing to her, and so forth.  There was some hot babes, among the group of four girls, scantily dressed in bikinis, and one, butchy looking chick, that I found it hard to distinguish her from a guy, and by what she was saying, I figured that this was a lesbian couple, or so it seemed, and several gal friends of the pair were, now getting involved in what sounded like it could turn into a fight, but I was hoping not!  I turned around and saw a young, light colored Hispanic kid, that seemed to be the sole male, who appeared to me, to have made the insult, or what the andrigenous member of the group, seemed to take so offensively.  I told the kids to knock it off, as they threw insults, or at least the one more masculine member of the group, calling the young man, names and threatening to do unseen things to him, if he said one more thing, or did whatever was going on.  The kids backed away for a few seconds, only to have the two, alleged, males, going up against each other, with the hottest of the girls, the alleged wife, trying to get in between the alleged jealous lover and the kid, who as I came to find out, was not part of the group.

 

Just as I turned around, with a girl in between, and the two, males in the group, but with me noticing, that the one male had a swimsuit, top on, and getting a better picture of this fight scene, hands were pushing, mouths, at least of the white kids, were flapping, and suddenly, the Hispanic kid, threw a punch, hitting the other alleged, husband in the face!  I could tell this fight was doing nothing but going downhill, so I jumped up and separated the two factions, telling the group of girls, to walk one way on the bridge and the young man, to get going in the opposite direction.  He kept telling me, he had to go that way, as the girls were throwing insults and slurs at him, while I was encouraging the kids to take a time out, go in different directions, and give each other some space.  The Hispanic kid, just kept acting like he had to go the same direction.  I told him, that those skanky hoes were not worth it, and just let them go . . . I thought his was after one of the hot bodies, and I think the butch chick did too, when come to find out, his car was parked on the other side of the bridge, where this group was now congregated, and blowing off steam, dissing the kid for hitting, now a female . . . really?  But, they were not leaving, and the kid, finally told me, that his car was parked on that side of the bridge . . . it pays to get the facts.  I told him, to just wait until the other kids were gone, to go get his car, and reminded him that assault charges were not cool, getting a ticket for disturbing the peace, yah, my peace, was also something he didn't want, and cops were not needed!

 

So, he seemed really worried about something, it seemed too late to be going to work at 9:00 P.M., but maybe he didn't want to tell me that he had to have his parent's car home by a certain time, or needed to pick up a girlfriend, or just what was going on.  The two groups, didn't even know each other, so?  But, I told him, I would walk over and ask them to step aside and let him get to his car without incident, so he could get to work.  He seemed to appreciate my efforts, and I approached the girls, asked them to move over across the street to the park, so the kid could get his car, and get out of their way.  The hottie chick, with the hot little bod, and probably the source of the whole affair, started to get mouthy with me, telling me they were not moving, because this guy hit their chick friend . . . well, you could have fooled me, since, your now, female friend, formerly your husband, was the aggressor.  But, luckily, another friend, encouraged her to do what I told them to do; however, they were not willing to cross the street, and they didn't need to move, since the kid, in their minds was a bully . . . their husband friend, was nowhere to be seen . . . a bust in the jaw, probably, was more than she wanted to deal with, or it embarrassed her, while she was being tough, or her "wife" made a smart ass comment, but she was gone, somewhere.  I kind of stood in between the kid and the girls, who were verbally assaulting him, as he walked by, trying to make him feel guilty, for the guychick, threatening to kick his ass!  LOL!  The kid, got his car without incident, and all was well.

 

I went back to my spot, sitting on the bridge and watched the sun go down, and then got up to leave.  These girls were still sitting at the other end of the bridge, and I wondered, if they were waiting for a ride, or what was going on, and a bit surprised to see them still sitting there.  But, I walked by them and thanked them for being nice, and letting the kid get his car, so he could get to work.  They smiled and said, sure.  I wished them a good night, and they all, just like a group of, sweet young ladies, that they really are inside, all simultaneously, chimed back . . . you have a good night too!  I thanked them and met up with Sandra, as I walked a bit further.  I have found, that nobody, really wants to fight, and generally, if they do get into it with someone, it is basically posturing, and saving face, hoping that someone will stop the fight, before it comes to fist-a-cuffs!  

 

I learned a valuable lesson, while doing my student teaching in a high school, when a fight broke out in the halls, and the real teacher was nowhere to be found, and as 50 or so students, gathered around two boys, with one punch, drawing blood already, were egging the two boys to go for it, fight, hit, and get the show on the road.  With half of the crowd, a half head taller than myself, I stepped in the circle of kids, and grabbed both boys by the shirts, marched them down to the principle's office, and let him deal with them, getting back to my class, and the tasks at hand. I thought, that both boys were probably sorry or pissed that I broke up the fight . . . not the case at all . . . both separately and individually, came to me, during the day, and thanked me for breaking up the fight!  Violence and fights make me sick, blood even makes me sicker, and I learned, that those involved, really didn't want to fight, and whenever I see a fight, going on, now, I always, always, always try to stop it!

Men Are Physically Stronger Than Females, As a General Rule . . . God Created Men to Protect Women and Children, Not Abuse Them . . . Let This New National Birthday Cycle, Find a Year of Peace, Love, Tenderness!

THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR ABUSE!  THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR VIOLENCE, SEXIST OR RACIAL JOKES . . . WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS AMERICA!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA . . . ONE NATION UNDER GOD AND CHANGE!

NOW, GO AND ENJOY THE FIREWORKS!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



FIERY COOL--PIGS NOT OFF THE HOOK--BRYANT KNOLL'S, COVERED WAGON HOT DOGS, IMAGINE NATION BREWING . . . WHERE INSPRIATION MEETS ECONOMY! DREAM MAKER! NEW BREWERY, FUNKY OLD WORLD DECOR, CLASSY WITH BOOK SHELVES, GOLD & TEAL DISTRESSED PAINT, MODERN TABLES, BLACK CLASSIC TABLE TOPS, HIGH CHAIRS, BAR ON TAP, AND AWESOME BACKYARD PATIO, BUILT IN FLOWER BEDS--PURPLE AND YELLOW FLOWERS, IN BLOOM RIGHT NOW--AND BENCHES, COLORFUL CHAIRS, SURROUNING FREE STANDING, TASTEFULLY DESIGNED TABLES WITH UMBRELLAS, WI-FI AND A PASTORIAL SCENE OF THE RIVER, TREES, AND PASTURES, WITH MEADOWS--AND PROBABLY A CHANCE TO SEE SOME WILDLIFE--OR IS THAT INSIDE! LOL! I DON'T DRINK . . . SO, THE "COVERED WAGON HOT DOGS", IN THE PARKING LOT ON WEDNESDAY NIGHTS, WITH PIZZA DOGS, GARDEN CITY DOGS (CHICAGO DOGS), BRATS, CHIPS, WATER OR SODA IS A GREAT COMBO FOR THE LOCAL BREW ON TAP, FOR THE TEE-TODDLERS AMONG THE CROWD! NICE NEW ADDITION TO BROADWAY, ACROSS FROM THE POVERELLO CENTER . . . GAY MARRIAGE, POLYGAMIST MARRIAGES--SAME CLASS OF MARRIAGE? PROTECTED BY 14TH AMENDMENT? DID THE RECENT U.S. SUPREME COURT RULING ON GAY MARRIAGE OPEN THE DOOR FOR MORE LIBERAL VIEWS ON MARRIAGE, TO INCLUDE POLYGAMY--HELL, NO! I KNEW THESE ASSHOLES WOULD TRY TO USE ALL THE HARD WORK OF THE LBGT COMMUNITY FOR THE LAST 50 YEARS, OR SINCE THE FIRST GAY MARRIAGE CASE, IN HAWAII, TO CAPITALIZE ON THE DECISION, RECENTLY, TO SQUEAK IN THAT EXTRA SPOUSE OR TWO . . . THIS IS NOT ABOUT A MORE LIBERAL VIEW OF MARRIAGE, IT IS ABOUT MARRIAGE RIGHTS AND PRIVILEGES, BEING DENIED TO A SMALL SECTOR OF THE POPULATION--PLYGS HAVE NOT BEEN DENIED THE RIGHT TO MARRY, THEY JUST WANT TO MARRY MORE THAN ONE SPOUSE, WITH BIGAMY LAWS AGAINST SUCH MARRIAGES ON THE BOOKS OF ALL 50 STATES! STATES, SUCH AS MONTANA, SHOULD KEEP LAWS ON THE BOOKS, STATING THAT MARRIAGE IS BETWEEN ONE MAN AND ONE WOMAN, TO AVOID STEPPING INTO THE TRAP OF POLYGAMY OR MULTIPLE SPOUSES . . . GAYS WOULD FIT INTO A PROTECTED CLASS, A MINORITY TO BE PROTECTED FROM A MAJORITY, WITH ANY RIGHTS AND PRIVILEGES, DENIED TO OTHER SEGMENTS OF THE CITIZENRY, FREE FROM DISCRIMINATION, UNDER THE 14TH AMENDMENT, PROHIBITING STATE LEGISLATURES FROM DENYING, THOSE RIGHTS TO A SUSPECT CLASS! SLAVERY AND POLYGAMY ARE ONE OF THE "TWIN RELICS OF BARBARISM!" NO . . . JUST BECAUSE GAY COUPLES HAVE WON A SUBSTANTIAL VICTORY, UNDER DUE PROCESS AND EQUAL PROTECTION, THAT WILL NOT OPEN THE DOOR FOR MORE THAN ONE SPOUSE, BUT JUST IN CASE, LEAVE THOSE SECTIONS OF YOUR STATE CONSTITUTIONS IN TACT! LAW PROFESSOR, JOHN YOO, FROM A UNIVERSITY IN CALIFORNIA, STATED THAT THE ROBERT'S COURT, OVERSTEPPED DUE PROCESS, BECOMING A SUPER LEGISLATURE, SIDESTEPPING THE STATE LAW MAKING BODY . . . THERE WERE 32 STATES, PRIOR TO THE RULING, THAT HAD ALREADY ADOPTED GAY MARRIAGES, SO IN THE INTEREST OF JUDICIAL ECONOMY, THEY, THE U.S. SUPREME COURTS, AT THE REQUEST OF STATE LEGISLATURES WITH BANS ON GAY MARRIAGES, FINALLY, JUST MADE IT THE LAW IN ALL 50 STATES! ENDING THE NEVER ENDING FIGHT, SEEING EXACTLY WHERE BOTH THE TREND OF THINKING, EVOLVING AS SUCH, HAD GONE, AND WITH THE RIGHTS AND PRIVILEGES, WITH THE COURT, PROTECTING GAY COUPLES IN STATES THAT MAY NEVER PASS SUCH LAWS--ALL CITIZENS HAVE DUEL CITIZENSHIP, STATE/U.S., AS IN ARTICLE IV OF THE U.S. CONSTITUTION, THE FOUNDING FATHERS, GAVE, "FULL FAITH A CREDIT" TO ALL CONTRACTS, WHICH MARRIAGES ARE CONTRACTS, WITH SOME STATES GRANTING, AND OTHERS DENYING, MARRIAGES BETWEEN ANY TWO PEOPLE, REGARDLESS OF GENDER, BASED ON LOVE! POLYGAMISTS ARE IN A DIFFERENT CATEGORY ALL TOGETHER--THEY ALREADY HAVE THEIR RIGHTS, CAN MARRY, AND ARE NOT BEING DENIED PRIVILEGES, SUCH AS, THOSE OF BEING DENIED TAX PRIVILEGES, AS IN THE 1,000 OR SO TAX BENEFITS THE FEDERAL TAX CODE PROVIDED FOR MARRIED COUPLES, EARLIER DENIED TO GAY COUPLES! OR HOSPITAL VISITATION RIGHTS, ADOPTION RIGHTS, ETC. AS THIS FIGHT FOR EQUALITY IN MARRIAGE PROCEEDS, DO NOT LET THE POLYGAMISTS, ABBERANT AND ODD BY NUMBERS AND LIFESTYLE, NOT TO MENTION, THAT THEY ARE, IN SOME CASES, THE WIVES BECOME ARCHAIC PROPERTY OR CHATTEL OF THE MAN, EXERSICING UNRIGHTEIOUS DOMINION OVER WOMEN, AND MANIFEST SYMPTOMS OF INDENTURED SERVITUDE, PLUS WELFARE FRAUD, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, CHILD ABUSE AND RAPE OF CHILDREN, GIVEN THE YOUNG AGE GIRLS ARE MARRIED OFF TO THE OLD FARTS! THE GUY IN MONTANA ARGUES THAT HIS SECOND WIFE HAS PUT UP WITH HIS SHIT FOR A LONG TIME, AND DESERVES TO BE MADE A LEGITIMATE WIFE . . . FIND ANOTHER GUY! ANYWAY, MORE DETAILED CONSTITUTIONAL ARGUMENTS AGAINST THIS INVASIVE SPEICIES OF PERVERTED AND DEVIANT MARRIAGES, THAT WAS HIDEOUS BACK IN THE 1800'S, AND ABHORRED BY EUROPE AND OTHER CIVILIZED PARTS OF THE WORLD, MUST REMAIN JUST WHAT IT IS--BARBARISM! THE UTAH LEGISLATURE, VOID OF CONSTITUTIONAL SANCTIONS, DUE PROCESS, WHICH REQUIRED, APPROVAL BY 2/3RDS OF BOTH HOUSES OF THE LEGISLATURE, GOING TO A VOTE OF THE PEOPLE, AND THE CHANGE BEING APPROVED BY THE UNITED STATES, AS AN INSEPARABLE PART OF THE UNION OF THESE UNITED STATES, DID THE UNTHINKABLE, OF TAKING THE PROVISION IN THE UTAH STATE CONSTITUTION, "THE PRIMARY CONDITION" FOR STATEHOOD, THAT TOOK AN ADDITIONAL 50 YEARS, JOHNSON'S WAR, AND LOCKING UP THE MORMON CHURCH AUTHORITIES, A CHALLENGE BASED ON "RELIGIOUS FREEDOM", TO FINALLY COME TO AN AGREEMENT, THAT SAID THAT POLYGAMY WAS FORBIDDEN, FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!! SOMETIME, IN SECRET, AND BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, THE MALE FACTION OF THE LEGISLATURE--AFTER I BROUGHT THAT SECTION TO LIGHT, THINKING THE ATTORNEY GENERAL WHO RAN ON CLEANING UP THE MO CANCER, WOULD BE HAPPY, DID EXACTLY THE OPPOSITE, RATHER THAN ENFORCING THE LAW, THEY TOOK THE LAW OFF THE LAW BOOKS, TOOK THAT FORBIDDEN MARRIAGE PRACTICE RIGHT OUT OF THE CONSTITUTION, AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHY THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT HAS TO STEP IN AT TIMES AND WRITE A DECISIONS THAT FORCES STATES TO PROVIDE THE RIGHTS AND PRIVILEGES PROVIDED TO OTHER MEMBERS OF THE UNITED STATES, IN OTHER STATES, AND DENY OTHER ALLEGED RIGHTS, THAT ARE THE MANUFACTURED DREAMS OF MEN! ISN'T IT AMAZING THAT IT IS ONLY MEN WHO TALK TO GOD AND GET FUCKED UP REVELATIONS LIKE POLYGAMY? TRY JOE SMITH, MO PROPHET, JIM JONES--930 LIVES TAKEN IN GUIANA, THE BRANCH DAVIDIANS, IN WACO, TEXAS, LUIS FARKKAN . . . SCARY CULTS OF MEN, THAT RISE TO POWER OVER A CERTAIN GROUP, AND POLYGAMY, WIFE SWAPPING, SHARING, IS ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS PART OF THE PAY OFF FOR THE HIERARCHY OF MALE LEADERS! WOMEN, ALONG WITH TRASHING THE "TWO AND A HALF MEN" SHOW AND MENTALITY, YOU BETTER WATCH THIS POLYGAMY THING . . . USING THE "RELIGIOUS FREEDOM ACT", THE FACT THAT MUSLIMS HAVE MORE THAN ONE WIFE--SO AMERICAN MEN SHOULD GET MORE THAN ONE--NO THE MUSLIMS IN THIS COUNTRY NEED TO STOP HAVING MORE THAN ONE WIFE! OR GO BACK TO INDIA, OR WHEREVER, THAT YOU CAN KEEP YOUR HERUM! POLYGAMY HAS NOT PLACE IN AMERICA . . . JUST WATCH, MARK MY WORDS, WHAT THESE FUCKERS IN UTAH, AND OTHER POLYGAMISTS, DISPURSED ACROSS THE COUNTRY ARE UP TO! THIS CHALLENGE, TODAY, IN MONTANA, BY A FORMER MORMON, ALLEGEDLY EXCOMMUNICATED, DOESN'T SURPRISE ME AT ALL! MORMONS NEED TO EXCOMMUNICATE THAT DOCTRINE FROM THEIR CURRENT SCRIPTURES AND THEIR HEARTS! COMPLETE AND UTTER "BARBARISM" IN MODERN TIMES! WANNA GO BACK TO BEING CONSIDERED JUST PART OF A MAN'S HERUM, HIS CHATTEL, HIS PROPERTY, NEGATING EVERYTHING WOMEN AND LOVING MEN, HAVE FOUGHT FOR, FOR CENTURIES! THEN IGNORE THIS ISSUE! AND WE WILL SEE YOU IN HELL!

Refreshing Evening on the Town . . . Try the Newly Opened, Imagine Nation Brewing Co., and if Your, Non-Drinking Friend Comes Along, There is Drink and Dogs, Out in the Parking Lots on Wednesday Nights!

 

Yesterday, being curious about the new digs, across the street from the Poverello Hanoi Hilton Resort, me and Sandra, a friend, decided to wander over to the new place, to satisfy our curiousity of what the place looked like inside, and see what the new brewery had to offer, by way of drink, noticing the hot dog stand in the parking lot.  I had seen the books, in the windows, from the outside of the brewing company, while walking passed, and wondered what the books had to do with a brewery, that I had heard, was coming, soon, across from the Pov., so we checked the place out . . . way downtown fun!  While located, somewhere between the main, historic downtown, and the newer part of town, or over on Reserve, the setting is stunning, to say the least.  The outside of the building, doesn't tell the real story . . . patrons need to go inside, to see the pure genius and beauty of the place, and the backyard river scene is to die for, so wonderful, and fun!  I love nature, and love, both country and downtown city life, and this place has both, and a great combo of both, with the hot dogs, to satisfy the palate of hungry people, either coming with friends or for the tap room toadies, to come indulge in the scrumptious high end dogs, brats, and other specialty items on the menu of the parking lot crowd and flavor.

 

You will have to frequent the bar and tap, sneak a peek through the windows behind the bar, and you can get a glimps of the cool tanks, brew kettles, and see where the real magic of this home brewed beer is made.  I am out of that department, as far as telling you if the beer is good, bad or ugly, but I am sure, if the beer is as good, and tasteful as the decor, you are going to be satisfied, both through your taste buds, and your visual and sensory elements and eyes.  Bryan Knolls, owner of Covered Wagon Hot Dogs, hooked up with the new brew makers, to offer a bit more to the menu; he has been around for two years, has had parking lot access and has been a vendor around Missoula for two years now, purchasing all his dogs and brats, from Big Timber Meats, Montana, as well as purchasing as many ingredients from local producers, manufacturers, and stores.  So, way cool . . . and Sandra, who tried the dogs, chips and a drink, highly recommend them . . . I had just finished dinner and so, I was not hungry, but I will get over there soon!  Other items on the menu, are pulled pork sandwiches, cream cheese dogs, mac and cheese dogs, pepperoni pizza dogs, and I asked the chick, out working the vendor booth, if they offered any Chicago dogs . . . and she pointed out the Garden City Dogs, a better name for Chicago Dogs, seeing we are here in Missoula, rather than in Chicago, but that is the type of dog, that they are serving.  On the drink menu, soda, water, Gatorade, and I forgot to check out the deserts, if there are any?

 

I asked the hot dog chick, a friend of the owner, Bryan, if they catered parties, like sporting events, and bachelor/bachelorette parties?  Yes, they will come to your house and bring the dog cart, and do your event.  The U.S. Woman's Soccer Team is playing, Japan, Sunday, in the final for the World Cup . . . what a great idea, to have some fun dogs, other than the ones you burn on the BBQ grill, and invite Bryan and crew, to bring some variety to your dog party . . . fun, fun, fun, and pick up some local brew, from the Imagine Nation Brewing Co.!  Good dogs, good drink, good times! 

Constitutional Law 101 on Citizenship

One of the major issues, dividing the North and the South, during the Civil War, in addition to the issue of slavery, was the difference in the way, the two dividing factors, saw, the role of the states, as opposed to the federal government.  The South wanted strong state rights, thus being about to retain their alleged property, or the right to have slaves, to maintain, their plantations and estates.  The North, however, wanted a stronger central federal government, and they wanted to abolish slavery, for many of the reasons, they hated polygamy . . . they were, for all intents and purposes, contrary to the very fabric of this new nation, giving citizens' rights, freedoms, liberties, and protecting those through the constitutional amendments to the main part of the United States Constitution, through the implementaton of the Bill of Rights!  Many of the founding fathers, refused to sign on to the new Constitution, unless, there were included in the document, outlining what the governed will tolerate from the government, in this document that was to create, a society of law and order in the previously, British held colonies.  Given the federalist system of government, that was set up, with both state soveriegnty, in addition to a centralized federal government, both having power, duties and responsibilities to their citizens, who not only had state citizenship, but, after the Constitution was signed, We the PEOPLE, also had a federal citizenship.

 

The principle and idea behind the Constitution, was to provide a system of checks and balances, between the states, that had pre-existed the formation of the Union of States, later to be called the United States of America, a balance of power between the three branches of the government, or the legislative, executive and the judicial branches, who were also to serve as a check and balance system, to curtail the powers of both the federal government and to monitor the states, to see that basic protectons and rights, that were provided to citizens of the United States, by way of rights, protections and privileges, were not infringed upon by any state legislatures.  If you look, read, and study the 14th amendment, you will see this duel citizenship issue being addressed, not only for citizens, but also, for naturalized persons, born on American soil, with parents who were coming from other countries, such as the issues we are dealing right now, with immigration, migration, and naturalization, and what rights, freedoms, and liberties, are each class of immigrants, entitled to?

No CITIZEN is the be Denied, LIFE, LIBERTY and PROPERTY, without, Due Process of Law and Equal Protection!  That is looking at Privileges and Rights, that are Provided for Citizens in the United States, and Not to be Denied by any STATE in the United States!

The idea behind the 14th amendment, is the fact, that given, this battle between the states and the federal government, or the difference between state to state, and legislature to legislature, is the fact, that the federal government, has provided, like bottomline, rights and protections, through the Bill of Rights, all 27 amendments, and states, cannot, go below those bottomline rights and privileges, both expressly mentioned in the U.S. Constitution, as well as in the Bill of Rights, and also, as in the 9th amendment, those rights that are not enumerated, or experessly written, such as the right to privacy!  Few people know, that the big, landmark abortion case, Roe v. Wade, back in 1973, coming out of Texas, is really, based on due process rights, rather than just the right to an abortion.  By a state demanding an undue burden on a woman, to get an abortion, or denying abortion altogether, is to deny the woman her due process rights! 

 

Just recently, there was a state, that was going to force a woman, to watch a video, even right as she is getting an abortion, of a fetus, the development, etc., and the courts, struck it down, if I remember, right, because, she had already decided to get an abortion, as is her right to do, free of state interference, or putting blocks and deterents, in her way, as she goes to get the abortion, which is, as I said, her right in the first trimester, or the first 3 months of her pregnancy, lasting, generally, 3 trimesters, or 9 months, with the last 2 trimesters, being left for the states, who have an interest in the health, safety and welfare of their citizens, especially, in protecting children, to put some restrictions, like in the case of rape and incest, or other such provisions the state legislatures see fit, as long as they are not placing undue burdens on the woman, creating a hardship on her, especially in that first part of her pregnancy, and she also, has a right to privacy in making the decisions to abort or not to abort, being between her and her doctor!  So, hands off in that first trimester!  States!

 

States have options, after the first trimester, to put some restrictions on the mother, because after viability, or when the baby can exist, outside the womb of the mother, or without relying on the mother, the baby's rights, start to take precedence over the mother's rights, who had 3 months to exercise her right to an abortion.  Most abortion statutes or laws are very uniform, for the most part, which is what I found out, working for Americans United for Life, doing an Internship with the nations largest legal education and public interest firm in the nation, at the time, back in the summer of 1992.  Some states have made inroads, durng the last 6 months of a pregnancy, as long as they don't put an undue burden on the mother; however, there have been limitations, set on the states by the U.S. Supreme Court, making sure that state's don't take away abortion rights of the mother, while also, making sure that states have the say, within their state, representing the majority views of the representatives constitutents, in a political means, with some states being more or less conservative or liberal on the issue of abortion, or gun control, or whatever!

U.S. Code, Title 42, Section 1983, Civil Rights Laws

In the area of civil rights, you see this principle working, with law enforcement and other state officials.  So, you have the Bill of Rights, that gives the right to freedom of religion or the freedom from religion, free speech, the right to assemble, to address grievances to your government, right to bear arms, to a state militia, right to protections from unreasonable searches and seizures, right to freedom from double jeopardy, right to due process before the state can take your life, liberty or property, and just compenstation if they use, eminent domain and take the property . . . right to face your accusors, right to counsel, right to a public trial with a jury of your peers, freedom from cruel and unusual punishment, etc.  The Congress of the United States, under Article I, of the United States Constitution, has the right to pass all laws necessary to carry out the responsibilities and business of the nation.  So, seeing the need to protect people's civil rights, those found and codified in the U.S. Constitution, or the bottomline, acceptable rights, the Civil Rights Act, of either 1963 or 1964 were passed, to put these constitutional protections, rights and privileges into law, for all states to follow.

 

So, what happens, if for instant, a black, unarmed person, is shot, killed, maimed in prison, or something like that, by an officer of the law, or a state official, like a prison warden, or some type of governemnt agent, or individual, acting, under color of law, or with the apparents authority of the law, and fails to give a person, their due process rights, or protect them equally under the law, working with the uniform operations of law, for an ordered society, that individual, or organization, as actors, working for the state, which has come to included, local and county officials, who are also working in that capacity, or under the color of law, and who fails to give the civil rights and protections, found in both the federal statutes and under the Constitution, they can be sued, for going below the line of expected actions, that can be taken against an individual citizen, and the state and the individual acting in their official capacity, can take the fall for the actions taken that are in violation of the laws of the land, especially, those of the Supreme Law of the Land, for the United State Constitution!  States, can, however, give their state citizens, more rights, than the feds do, but they cannot, give less, and they are held liable, if they do!

So, What about Polygamy?

The United States told the Mormons NO, to polygamy . . . stated that it is contrary to the law, the purpose, the intent, and the liberties, of these United States.  In fact, there was a U.S. Supreme Court case, a test case for polygamy, back before Utah became a state, the Reynolds case, that challenged the stand on polygamy, under freedom of religion, and the first amendment . . . a good case for all those Mo's and FLDS Mo's, or those who believe in their heart of hearts that men should be allowed more than one wife, for whatever fucked up reason they can manufacture in their stupid minds, that aside, the Court held in that case, that a person, can believe anything they want, but when that person takes their beliefs, and puts them into action, like this man, in Montana, today, who already has two wives, contrary to state and federal law, is hoping that this new liberal view of marriage, which is sadly mistaken, will open the door for polygamy, and that action is contrary to the laws of the land, which bigamy is, in all 50 states, that person is not entitled to that religious freedom!

 

The Court went on to state, in their decision, that, each man cannot be a law unto themselves . . . in order for us, the U.S. to have an ordered society, man must follow the laws of the land!  This issue, has already been decided, stari decisis, or through the legal principle of res judicata, we have visited this issue, and it will not stand.  In light of the case, and other pressure from England and Europe, who saw the practice a totally barbaric, as was slavery, thus the twin relics of barbarism, slavery and polygamy were not to be tolerated, and UTAH, had to make the forbidding of polygamy part of their state Constitution, or they could not become a state!  Ms. Lynch, this is where the Department of Justice, in my humble opinon, needs to step into the state of Utah, and investigate how the Utah Legislature willy nilly, just up and took the condition, the only condition, stated in the Utah Constitution, that would not be allowed, unless, it jumped through the hoops, outlined in the document itself, or the terms of agreement with the federal government, telling Utah, who has always thought and operated like a law unto themselves, that they can't take that section, I think, it used to be section 22, out of the state Constitution . . . here folks, is the intended, balance of power, between state soveriegnty and having the answer to a Union of states, or the United States of America, who says, FUCK NO, to polygamy! 

 

END OF STORY, END OF POLYGAMY . . . ARREST THE FUCKER MENTIONED IN THE NEWSPAPER THIS MORNING, HE IS BREAKING THE LAW!

Until another Con Law Question Arises . . . Signing Off, Bad Ass Con Law Chick!  The Law, is the LAW, is the FUCKING LAW!

LIBERTY SAFE, GUN & AMMO (GOD BLESS EAST MISSOULA)! U.S. BAD ASS CHICK SOCCER TEAM, TOOK IT TO GERMANY, 2-0! PLAYING TO A CROWD OF 51,126, NOT A SEAT LEFT, UP TO THE RAFTERS, IN THE BLUE, FILLING THE STADIUM WITH VIM AND VIGOR, STRIPES & STARS, FLAGS AND CREAMING FANS, AS CARLI, ALI, MORGAN, HOPE AND TEAM BRING HOME THE WIN FOR THE HOME CROWD! GIRLS LIKE TO SWEAT TOO! SCREAM! PRICELESS--PIC IN MISSOULIAN, SPORTS SECTION, OF CARLI, GRIMMACE AND EXILERATION AT BEATING GERMANY--CROWD WITH A SEA OF RED, WHITE & BLUE--"ONE WIN MORE"--WORLD, WORLD CUP, AMERICAN PRIDE AND SPIRIT IS BACK, CAN'T CONTAIN IT! TAKE IT ALL THE WAY, AGAINST EITHER JAPAN OR ENGLAND! JUST IN TIME FOR 4TH OF JULY, AMERICA'S BIRTHDAY! "I AM NOW READY TO FIGHT FOR THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA--IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME SOMEONE DOES! SPECIAL INTERESTS BE DAMNED, KOCH BROTHERS TOO! GOVERNOR CHRIS CHRISTIE ANNOUNCES PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDACY, AND THAT JERSEY BOY STYLE! LET'S HAVE A RACE! COOL STUFF IN THE NEWS TODAY: (1) ASSOCIATED PRESS INVESTIGATION, LEADS TO MYANMAR, MAN FROM BURMA, A 22 YEAR SLAVE OF INDONESIAN FISHING FLOATING PRISONS, FREED, RETURNED TO VILLAGE HE CAME FROM, DROPS IN MOTHER'S ARMS . . . SISTER SAID, "WE DON'T NEED MONEY, WE JUST NEED FAMILY." GOTTA LOVE THOSE CRUSADER RABBITS! AP CONVINCING GOVERNMENT TO FREE OTHER MEN CAUGHT IN THE SLAVE TRADE FISHING JOB SCAMS, ENDURING BEATINGS, CHAINS, JUNGLES, PRISON-LIKE ATMOSPHERE! FREEDOM IS NOT A DREAM! GOOD JOB, AP! WASHINGTON LEGISLTURE CUTS COLLEGE TUITION BY 15 TO 20%--YAHOO--I AM SHOCKED AT THE COST OF HIGHER EDUCATION THESE DAYS, SON TOLD ME ROUGHLY, $3,000 A SEMESTER . . . I PAID ABOUT $450 PER SEMESTER BACK IN THE 80'S! WHAT THE STATES LOSE IN TUITION, THEY WILL MAKE UP IN BRILLIANCE--NICE TRADE OFF--HOPEFULLY OTHER STATES WATCHING! MISSOULA, UNDER THE DIRECTION OF COUNTY SHERIFF, MCDERMITT, IS PUTTING TOGETHER TASK FORCE TO SEEK OTHER ALTERNATIVES TO JAIL TIME, OVERCROWDING, AND OVERCOMING THE NEED TO EXPAND THE JAIL--LET'S TAKE THAT 34% OF THE ADULT POPULATION HAVING SERVED TIME, DOWN TO WHERE OTHER NATIONS ARE, ABOUT 9 TO 11% AND LOWER IF POSSIBLE! THE NUMBER OF WOMEN INCARCERATED, HAS JUMPED BY 800% IN THE LAST 30 YEARS, 128% FOR WOMEN WITH CHILDREN--WITH WOMEN PLEADING TO ANYTHING JUST TO KEEP THEIR KIDS! DRUG INTERDICTION PROGRAMS BROUGHT THE INCREASE IN FEMALE OFFENDERS--TRY REHAB FOR DRUG ABUSE! BETTER YET, TAKE MARIJUANA OFF SCHEDULE 1 ON THE CONTROLLED SUBSTANCE LIST, NOT LIKE HEROIN, METH, OPIUM! HELL, RECREATIONAL USE IS LEGAL IN TWO STATES! DON'T INCARCERATE, EDUCATE--NANCY REAGAN'S "JUST SAY, NO" IS STILL BEST DETERENT! OPINION SECTION, LAW PROFFESOR FROM UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN--JUSTICE ROBERT'S GOT DECISION ON OBAMACARE RIGHT . . . STATUTORY INTERPRETATION: (1) PLAIN LANGUAGE; (2) INTENT; AND (3) HISTORY . . . "THAT'S NOT REWRITING THE LAW. THAT'S READING IT! AMELIA BEDILIA! LIKE I ALWAYS SAY . . . THE LAW, IS THE LAW, IS THE LAW! CONGRESS DIDN'T INTEND TO DEVASTATE HEALTH INSURANCE MARKETS IN THE STATES! PICKING A WOMAN WHO'S RIGHT . . . TO PUT ON PAPER BILLS . . . I LIKE THE IDEA OF SOPHIE TUCKER: "FROM BIRTH TO 18, A GIRL NEEDS GOOD PARENTS. FROM 18 TO 35 SHE NEEDS GOOD LOOKS. FROM 35 TO 55 SHE NEEDS A GOOD PERSONALITY. FROM 55 ON, SHE NEEDS GOOD CASH"! LOL! EDITORIAL, GOVERNOR OF SOUTH CAROLINA, MOVES STATE LEGISLATURE TO REMOVE CONFEDERATE FLAG . . . WOMAN, AMERICAN-INDIAN, REPUBLICAN! GET BACK TO YOUR ROOTS, REPUBLICANS! LOVE WILL CONQUER ALL . . . THE NEW MARRIAGE!

How Beautiful It Is That Someone Can Make Your Heart Beat So Fast, When You Don't Want It To Beat At All!

 

What a fun morning . . . but for this blog to make sense and to be taken in its context, I have to briefly go back to a conversation last night, when one of my friends, showed up, who had been in the Butte Rescue Mission with me, when the mutual lust between James Kennedy, and I was flowing freely, and without, worry or incident--the second time, after he was shot in the foot, was a different story, altogether.  But, the first thing that Sandra, a Native American, asked me, was, after expressing relief that I was still alive, and rightly so, was, after hearing that I had been down in Durango and Grand Junction, Colorado, was . . . were you with James?  And she got a big smile on her face.  I said, no, I haven't seen him, I got poisoned the morning I was going to surprise him in Durango, and had to take a detour to Kalispell, Montana, to die where someone could identify my body, seeing I have no I.D., and haven't had any for the last year, and with the likelihood of getting the full shah-bang again, seemingly unlikely, or impossible, which ever way, you want to factor, being a thorn in the government's side, and the government running all the places I need to go to get I.D., like vital statistics, driver's license divisions, and Social Security Offices, being sure that death was near, being too sick to leave the Super 8 Motel in Kalispell, and tripping over to the ZipTrip to get a Diet Coke, even addiction, was not going to get this girl off the bed and walking anywhere!  It took me about three weeks to fully recover, but I pushed it a bit, taking about two weeks to trip-it to Durango, not knowing if James ever came at all, seeing I failed to tell him I was coming, in fact, I told him I was, in fact, not coming, due to a job in Bozeman, Montana, or the application of a job . . . again, government shit, getting in the way!

Remember the TV Series, 24?  Kieffer Sutherland?  This Morning, Thinking about James, I Got a Swimming Exercise Aid, With "Kieffer" on It!

I do, however, get symbols and signs that he is around me, a ghost, vampire, waiting to suck my blood, or a spook, waiting to take me out--always got to worry about those Honey Traps . . . James could be any one of the above, none of the above, or all of the above?  The story and mystery, still shrouds, the boy . . . but, I told Sandra, that I see empty shoes pointing to the mountains . . . he is a mountain man, biker dude; stacks of rocks, like someone scouting a trail, and giving me directions as to where to find him, or a blue tarp, and camp, directly across from the library balcony, knowing full well, I would do my blog at the library, and in Durango, likely pick the coolest place to write, overlooking the Amimus River, Durango to Silverton Railroad tracks with trains going by at various times of day, bikers, walkers and joggers . . . and directly across the short distance to the mountains, a possible tramp-camp, with the blue tarp, marking a possible Sasquatch or Big Foot Sighting?  Then I told her, how, while I was in Durango, I became re-acquainted with the music of Grand Funk Railroad, and how, I had mentioned a song, Bad Time to Fall in Love and how, Mark Farner, sort of reminded me of James . . . but James has a full head of wild hair, so wild, that he has to tie his wild locks down, either in a tail in back or using a bandana, to keep the curls from taking over his whole face!  LOL!

Finger Shaped Hearts--Love is Love!

I reminded her of Nick, the Italian brat, that was always getting in between me and James, and interfering at the very moment, where we might have some intimacy, or making heart shapes out of his fingers, as James and I, eat, and Nick sat across from us, a table or two away, smiling, like a goof, but making gestures with his hand for what he saw going on between the two of us.  One, time in Durango, I mentioned, that after being poisoned and thinking I was going to die, not just once, but at least twice, and James getting shot, that at least my immortality, or teenager invincibility had been challenged, as I am sure, as James struggled with ice, crutches, a awkward, black boot on his foot, he too, had realized that life can be short, and it is so much better, sending it with someone else.  But, after reminding her of the hearts made with fingers, sitting on a Kansas farm with James, watching a sunset over the endless fields of corn or wheat, I was going to watch the Grand Funk video of Bad Time . . . to get a little James time . . . but he better watch out, or I will fall in love with Mark!  LOL!  I don't necessarily need the man to be in love, just an object of my imagination is fine, most of the time!  LOL!

Much Longer . . . Swapping Mark for James!  LOL! 

That might have been the fear, that James, might have had, as he, read my blog, and looked at whom I thought, reminded me of him, because the next morning, I got on and there was a replacement video, starting with the viewpoint of a porch or something, and seeing a sunset, through the fingers that were shaped in a heart!  I told Sandra, that video, reminded me of James, and perhaps, he had it made?  Strangely enough, after not seeing it for at least a month, and after telling her about it, with possible surveillance, just now, that video, popped up, again today!  For obvious reasons, talking to her, reminded me of Butte and James, which led me to Grand Funk, to Bad Time to Be In Love . . . but, again, Mark Farner's 50+ videos, had been replaced by the video with the heart and sunset?  Angel is James' nick name . . . I will think about him, and I swear, the next person I see, has angel wing tattoos!

Farner . . . Lead Singer, Mr. Energy . . . So, Like James, Not Wearing a Wedding Ring!  Move Over James!  Hot Younger Too!  LOL! 

Once in Durango, last, I had just written a blog on being the avenging angel, after seeing the t-shirt that Mark Farner, was wearing in the original version of Bad Time . . . now, he is wearing a blue shirt, different concert, same song, but at that time, Farner had a white shirt on with an angel, with a automatic rifle.  That night, our staff at the shelter, gave us all a change to pull some type of cards, that have challenges, or little life thoughts, on them . . . I pulled one with a guy and girl angel, buy had brown hair, James' length, girl angel had blonde hair, my length, and the two angels were holding hands!  LOL!  Whatever . . . cruel joke if I don't ever get to see him again?  Everywhere I look, there is something that reminds me of you . . . words to a song . . . he probably hasn't given me another thought after telling him I wasn't coming to Durango, or he is doing my sister, pretending it is me, or claiming she is me, taking one for the boyz club, if he is a cop . . . never know!  LOL!  I could love him, but could he love me . . . or does he need a Company chick?  LOL!  Either way . . . men are like trolley cars, one coming by every 10 minutes . . . I just did a typo . . . once!  I reminder of age, of the quote I put in the title?  Once good enough to be good looking, as I was, and still am cute, at least, and after 55 need a stash of cash!  Out of luck on that one . . . Don't steal . . . the government hates competition!  Saw that on bumper sticker, back in the asset forfeiture days in Utah, and again at the Poverello Homeless Shelter on a t-shirt, reminding me of, perhaps, better days?

 

These are the good old days!  Just to prove, that while James might be with one of my doubles or sisters, I did take his breath away, make his heart beat, when he didn't want it to . . . one night, we were either waiting for dinner, or something, and it was cold outside, as was generally the case, James would look through the door before coming in, and see where I was sitting, and beeline it over to where I was and join me.  This particular time, I must have been paying attention to someone else and all of the sudden, I heard James, like having a heart attack or something . . . deep breathing . . . is he jacking off?  I was almost too embarrassed to look at him, for fear I would embarrass him, or he would embarrass himself.  Finally it got so bad, that I decided, maybe I ought to check on him, and look at him, to see what was up, regardless of ego, or whatever else was going on?  He quickly got control of his beating heart and breathing, and faked like he was asleep, but the heavy breathing, stopped!  LOL!  My heart has skipped a few beats too!  LOL . . . but time moves on . . . I look at chances, people, matches, relationships, like two ships passing in the night, as you approach, you can either turn and go the same direction, and travel together, jump on the other boat, and completely join forces, power couples, kicking the shit out of the world . . . or you just keep on passing each other!

Liberty Safe, Guns and Ammo . . . Sign on Way to Boner, Oh, Bonner!  LOL!

The Beauty of Young Love . . . Saw it on the Bus This Morning!

Originally, I was going to hop on bus #5 and go hiking up Rattlesnake Canyon, before going swimming at the Aquatic Center, but as I left the Poverello, at a ripe time of 6:00 A.M., getting in some outside time, before it gets hot, and as I was walking over to the bus terminal, I took a breather on the St. Patrick's Hospital retaining wall, near the parking lot, just as a white, red and blue, with black letter on hit, city cop, came around the corner . . . remember, me mentioning the other day, that plan A, B, C, and D, had failed last March, and after chasing me all night, the cops, spread rumors around the town, that I had been picked up and booked into jail, so that has been an issue with Garrett, who allegedly heard the chick Lynn, who swears she saw me at the jail . . . never been in a jail, or near one in 3 years in Montana, but that is not for lack of trying, could have been sister, with wig on, trying to trash my character, as always, get rid of me, as the cops' bitch--her that is, making both them and her happier, and free to spend the cash I made, and they stole from me, both her and them, a private payroll of cops, in each town, likely Mormon, or into polygamy!  LOL!

 

So, this cop, rounds the corner, sees me sitting there, on the retaining wall, just minding my own business, and as he spies me, maybe told by staff at Pov, that I had just left, but he hits his brake lights, and slows down to a turtle speed.  Here we go again, so Ninja Turtle, Mom, trained, Jo, hits the stairs, crossed the parking lot, and just as I hit the street behind the hospital, my savior, the bus, driven by a guy who has seen me all week, stops and waits for me at the bus shelter . . . saved by the bus, AGAIN!  Thanks.  I take the route, not the intended route, but hey, by now, I have to be flexible and roll with it!  As soon as I hit the main terminal, I jumped on the Bonner bus to get the hell out of town, for just a little while . . . when I had my truck, something like this, given my history, would have driven me three states away, but without my truck or the blown up car, and getting wiser, and more concerned about money, I ditch out around town, and if hideous, I take a Jefferson or Greyhound line out of town . . . or the Salish-Kootenai Transporation, up to Kalispell, Montana!

ONE WIN AWAY, U.S.A.--Bus Newspaper!  Yeah, U.S. WON!

Someone besides me, must have been as thrilled as I was, because the newspaper, and all the sections and advertisements were, opened and folded, on the U.S. Woman's Soccer Teams, Win Over Germany . . . Top Seated, going into the World Cup!  The two pictures on the cover of the Sports section, were priceless, and made a tear or two come to my cheeks.  I thought how far woman's soccer has come, from the days, that I remember, my 4 year old, Nicole, flying around the field like a butterfly, while the rest of the team were following the ball at the other end of the field . . . she seemed to have little interest, and when my husband, the coach of the team, asked who would stay out for the next quarter, all the four year olds' raised their hands!  LOL!  Nicole, also made it on the girl's soccer team in high school, and so did one of her friends . . . by the time they got home, and I was so happy, they had both talked each other out of the soccer team, and went back to chasing boys, rather than balls, or is that one in the same!  LOL!  That was kind of the last time, for years that I had any time dealing with girls' soccer.  Although, in Ogden, Utah, back in about the mid-70's, to late 70's, one of my friends was playing on a city woman's league, and knowing how competitive I am, she asked me if I wanted to come join one of the, amazingly, 100 woman's soccer teams in the area!

 

I was shocked at the number of teams, and she told me that one division was for out for blood and the other one was for fun!  I asked her which league she was in . . . oh, of course the one for fun!  I was going to college at the time, with four kids, big time church jobs, a husband who was never home, due to church callings, city, county, and planning commission meetings, so I declined. And I do believe, that declination, was part of the problem with Nicole, dropping out of the high school girl's soccer team, she had seen her mother, who used to play co-ed volleyball, basketball, and softball, turn her cleats in for a more academic arena of higher education . . . Nicole, who had been in a gifted school, starting in first grade, said, to her teacher, I will be good, because, my Mom is good!  The girl is brilliant, and shines with confidence, compassion, and skill.  I should have shown my girls and boys, that you can actually do both, academics and sports!

 

My next exposure to women's soccer, came while I was in law school.  Bart Weed, one of my law school, post-divorce, flames, took me on a date, to watch the BYU, female soccer team play . . . holy shit, I thought they were playing in fast motion, like on a film!  I could not believe how good they were, how fast they ran, and how competitive, tough, hard-core these chicks were!  Amazing.  So, when these women, most of the U.S. soccer team, is in their 30's, which totally took me by surprise too, first when reading an article about Hope Solo, and today, about Carli, Ali, and Morgan, the women in the newspaper picture, made me realize that they must have all these qualifying league teams, players, and only the very best are selected to be on the team, and my, my, have times changed, when a woman, was an old maid by the age of 21, and movie stars were sidelined by their 30's, unless they were big time stars, like Marilyn Monroe, or others in that class of stars . . . and these guys are just reaching their prime, physically, and able to endure the grueling workouts, and games, long past, what, I thought, their ages might be . . . but, WHAT AT THRILL . . . KEEP IT UP U.S. WOMEN!  WIN THE CUP!

Pure Romance . . . Guy Had A Chicken on His Shirt!  Get Over It . . . You Two Make a Beautiful Couple!

Okay, so one of the first stops we made, at the first little town, just outside of Missoula, maybe, that is called, East Missoula, where Liberty Safe, Guns and Ammo can either be found or are made, this very attractive, nicely dressed, twenty-something, professional looking young woman, with her brown hair in a bun, cut dress, wearing a sparkling necklace of a circle of diamonds or some jewel, just seductively, placed, about one fourth an inch, above her neckline . . . no cleavage showing, and she didn't need to flaunt anything with her very nice shape, and showing under the tailored, cream, teal, and black, summer frock, modest length, and she was wearing black slip on shoes, without nylons, those horrible leggings of the past generations.  But, as she got on the bus, her necklace shined in the sunlight, and she was just overall a very modest, clean cut, and beautiful young woman, so delightful to see!

 

At the next stop, an equally, handsome, young man, about her age, got on the bus, cleanly dressed, baseball hat, and a shirt with a chicken shape on his brown t-shirt . . . he had three drink holders, looked like ice tea, and a few other varieties and so he was ready for his day, maybe working at the camping outfitter behind Albertson's and ACE Hardware, near the road that goes across the lighted bridge or up to Rattlesnake Canyon . . . he too was clean, cream colored pants, nicely chiseled face, and as attractive as he was pretty.  At first, I noticed him get on, and look at her . . . she turned away, and I wondered, if they had gone to high school together or dated each other, just by the way, they kind of tried not to stare at each other.  But, as time went on, my first impression seemed to be wrong, and it appeared more to me, given the fact that I could see his face sideways, and watched him, look at her with a purity, interest, and believe me, checking out that diamond necklace, so purely placed, and sexy innocence, maybe not knowing what that was doing to this young man, who was trying not to look at her, but totally checking out the chick from top to bottom, periodically, as if he couldn't keep his eyes off of her . . . she, seem a bit prudish, and coy, looking straight forward, as if shy, or knowing full well, his eyes were on her, and she was not going to make eye to eye contact with her.

 

The way the bus is arranged, is that there are about 6 chairs, on each side of the bus as you come in, facing each other . . . then where I was sitting, the double benched chairs, turn forward, so you can see out of the front of the bus.  So, these two were sitting, almost directly across from each other, with a space of two, protecting them from facing each other straight on.  I was close enough, to see her reactions, and female game playing, acting like she didn't notice him at all, or was in the slightest interested.  He was not so good at the games, and he didn't need to worry about her looking at him, that was not happening!  LOL!  See seemed to fight looking at him, and was all about where ever she was going, to work, most likely, and all about going her way and doing her thing, to be annoyed by this good looking, same aged guy!  He was so much more fun to watch than she was, because he could just look, with his adams apple, swallowing, as if he couldn't stand looking at her beauty, but was never going to have the nerve to talk to her.  I thought, there is going to have to be a natural disaster, to get these two together, the bus is going to have to hit something, and throw them into each other's arms!  LOL!

Doing It Right . . . Part of the Fun, if the Sizing Up, the Anticipation, The Game, The Dance, That Brings Two People Together . . . It Seemed Old-Fashioned!

I love it, I think these are the things that make people mate, get married, get attached, and so much better than just meeting and jumping in bed with each other, and sizing each other after the fact . . . one of the main reasons I didn't go along with all James' shmarmy hit lines!  LOL!  I didn't want to just fuck this guy, not really marry either, but I guess, just get to know him, learn what he was all about . . . maybe he is too shallow for me, but sex was not on my agenda, definitely on his; however, as time passed, he became more and more like this young man on the bus, and I because more and more like the girl on the bus, just looking across a crowded room at each other, appreciating the face, the body, the interaction, the personality, the voice . . . all part of this thing, we call love.  Once the predator was stripped away, was James just the farm boy he claimed to be, and reverted back to a shy kid who rode horses and spent most of his days alone on a farm, in school, or on the football field of some small town U.S.A. high school, in a farming community?  Is he chicken, like the one on this guy's shirt?  Maybe.

 

I have learned, in this game we call love, or dating, or marriage, that there is a game you have to play, and you are going to either play it before you get involved, or after, and you are not going to get to skip this phase, or it is not really love, but lust, or infactuation, or some other counterfeit of love, but not love, that is a dance, one partner moving closer, as the other follows, one chases one, and as they turn to leave, the chased, becomes the chaser . . . until they both, decide, that they can't live with or without the person, and it is so miserable, that they have to do something, get together, try, endure the growing pains, go through the blending of two lives into one . . . in other words, it is hard work, but this dance, the time, the effort, the expense, the chasing is all worth it in the end, and you are stronger as a couple for going through it.  Many people say, they don't like playing games, and they just want to meet and bingo, they have a great relationship . . . not the fodder for humans, even the animals, rut, mate, show off for each other, in a mating ritual.  This couple just look like they go together, like they deserve each other, both responsible, frugal, taking the bus, saving money, commuting, nicely groomed and clothed, clean cut and beautiful, so romantic!

 

It totally reminded me of romances, like before WWII or some time period like that . . . but maybe that is farming or small town communities, I hope so, just not my experience from, say Parowan, Utah, where the kids treat each other more like animals, in heat . . . the guys take care of the girls, and the girls service the guys, is what they said.  And I thought to myself, were these guys raised in the same church as me, and in the same state?  I never thought like that, and was shocked to hear that they did; however, they were all a bit older, and all had been married, and in their late 20's, early 30's, and even early 40's . . . but, maybe, they never went through that dance and just looked at mating as a rut, or just whatever?  LOL!  But this couple was so refreshing and fun to watch, gave me goosebumps just to watch, think, wonder, what might happen in the future, would they get together? Maybe, maybe not, could be with other people, but it was just so refreshing to see them, and I hope the best for both of them, they may inspire, many though this blog . . . I hope so, they inspired me!

Isn't It Wonderful, Beautiful to Find Someone Who Make Your Heart Beat, Even When You Don't Want it to Beat at All!

Let's Celebrate Love, the U.S. Woman's Soccer Team Doing Us Right, The Flags, The Fans, And Get Ready for America's Birthday!

Remember Arlee Celebration, Indian Style . . . Not a Powwow, the Newspaper Said . . . That Means Getting a Party Ready for WAR . . . Been their Done that!  LOL!

P.S., My son, Elliot, bass guitarist and vocalist for "The Ditch and the Delta" told me he didn't dare talk to his current girlfriend, for two years!  LOL!  According to her, she didn't even know he existed!  LOL!  Gotta love romance . . . right after I got back to the transit bus terminal, the bus in front of me, had a young guy, and it said, on the ad, which I didn't pay attention to . . . Nice to Know!  I think, if I remember the story right, Elliot, finally, went on Lauren's facebook account, and contacted her, or started to write her on that, and they finally got together.  She might have been friends with his old girlfriend, Rachel, and so he went cautiously, into the night!  LOL!  He is also going for the smart, cute chicks, Lauren, just entered a master's program, this last semester!  Very cute also!