BLUE BLOOD COPS--RICH, HANDSOME, SMART
ROLLING STONES . . . UNDER MY THUMB!
Now, if all had gone well, with my $700 million worth of lawsuits, and with clients, lined up and waiting up to a year and a half to bring a 1983 civil rights suit, against some government entity, with current cases against everyone from Homeland Security, Department of Justice, ICE--Immigration and Customs Enforcement, states of Utah and Nevada, Las Vegas Review Journal, Iron County cases, that pulled in government agencies, and National Guard, Pioneer Insurance . . . blah, blah, blah, I should be worth, at a minimum of $200 million to a billion, if I sued on my blog, or got paid on my blog hits, as Google does; therefore, like is attracted to like, that is a universal principle, and through some connection of quantum physics, men, of that level of government, and that level of wealth, are attracted to me, and have to find me in places like shelters and missions, which is not threat to their egos, nor mine, because we know what we are worth, and we know, what we can do, so appearing to be fucking poor, is really not a problem, nor does it get in the way of playing games that adults, who are into gaming play.
Let me give you the level of attorneys, I was dealing with, Colby & Williams, were the attorneys, who I was pushing around, before the CIA had lunch with my fucking loser, client, Tom Vail, and they have clients like the Las Vegas Review Journal, serving the greater Las Vegas area, presidential candidate, Donald Trump, and Trump Enterprises, CNN and FOX News and other affiliates! Okay, no lazy ass attorney, like the sista club, of attorneys, and sisters, none of which had the ballz or boobz to go to law school themselves, other than this bad ass con law chick, the envy of the female world, with cops of all flavors salivating over the chicks, who have been introduced and presented as, me . . . don't let the current poverty, the weight fool you . . . I can kick the shit out of most attorneys, and to get my fangs out of your ass, the fucking CIA, has to come to their rescue, bringing in a fake bitch as me, and cut a deal, preventing me from my full goals, of setting up a constitutional law firm from hell, that would serve as the fourth branch of the government, serving as a check and balance for the PEOPLE!
Kennedy Level . . . That is What Education Can Do . . . Earning Power!
So, no chump ass bitch. Hell, if you go back to November of 2014, I wrote about the Kennedy assassinations, presenting my theories, ideas, connections, including writing about JFK Jr.'s death, or alleged death. Now James Kennedy, being allegedly one of the 51 Kennedy cousins, or the nephew of the President, who probably did more to shape my life, than many, by stating . . . ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country! would most likely, to be curious, either reading the blog, or hearing from Carolyn Kennedy, or Ambassador Kennedy, and it seems logical, that a Kennedy, would seek me out, to meet me! Why in the hell not?
I was in third grade and remember that day, that the assassination was announced, better than than I remember yesterday. I remember, writing, during that November blitz on the Kennedy's, and maybe brought up on my YouTube recommendations, everyday, leading me to spend my time reading and my blog writing, on that subject, perhaps, using my brain--without paying me, to see what I knew, or there was something that I could piece together, with the ability to connect the dots, to maybe, look at who was behind the plots and why? With a billion or so readers, that were much more concentrated back at that time, now fucking divided all over the place, so the numbers don't have the impact that they were having--155 million hits in less that 54 seconds! Believe me, the government wants this blog! But others, may want to know, what I know about a particular subject or topic, hot, cold, old or new, to see if they have to worry about the trust level that people have put into this blog and me, with my background, for now almost two years!
But, it makes total sense that some wild ass Kennedy, with many of them being federal agents or bikers, both would be attracted to me, would want to me me, and I am no slacker in the look category either . . . that is why I have been chased out of town, by the fraud broad supports, because, I can beat them in every category of chick attraction, especially in this limited arena . . . the only power over me is the pounds . . . which is getting to be less and less of an issue, given the blog, attracts, men a third of my age, because, one thing that the Milleniums and the old Baby Boomers have in common, is a need to do something worthy, good, to save humanity, America or the world! A nice match for this chick . . . college age, thirty somethings who have money and time, and many not attached yet, and they might just adopt my lifestyle, bohemian so they can save the world . . . my son, Elliot, guitarist, vocalist for the Ditch & the Delta, is very much his mother's child . . . he only wears clothes that are made in the U.S.A. and other country loving, supportive efforts, and he doesn't give a rat's ass about money! Both my son's should be in this wealthy category of old school wealthy families, who don't need to show off their money, it's old school to them . . . that almost makes it more fun to dis the whole American greed that comes with newer money, that you don't see in old money, East coast money, Donald Trumps father made the fortune first, he is used to money! My kids just skipped that new money syndrome, because, they were raised not being assholes, so when they should have made money, both on music, they would not have changed! Values, parents!
I've Got Her Under My Thumb, She's Made the Change, Now I Can Look at Other Women! I Never Heard Those Sexist Lyrics Before! NO!
The first thing that Kennedy told me was that he was rich . . . insecurity, threatened by my legal status, most women would jump at that, security from being in this shelter? I told Kennedy, in response to the tons of money, salesmanship, that I was not into money, I was into power, and I had a shit load of that. Oh. Kennedy was the portal for me entering the type of level of men, that I have earned, not by birth, but through fucking hard work, staying young, and part of the hip strip, through my very cool children, all hip and cool, that generation bonding over changing and saving the world thing, blending and erasing the generation gap. But for my weigh, not age, Kennedy thought that I was younger than he was . . . not only was he lying about his age, but I think he was lying on his paperwork for the Butte Rescue Mission--very typical of modern FBI and CIA agents, hint, hint, hint. Mr. Hot Sicilian, wondered if it was the Kennedy or Kennedy look-a-like that he had met, in Montana? He guessed Kennedy as a bit younger, than the paperwork, and this guy is 44, so he put Kennedy right about at his age . . . maybe, he know him, hint, hint, hint! LOL! The Havana Cabana Jazz Club! LOL! Old money, I find, is not as worried about looks, bodies, as it is, status or finding a woman worthy of their blue blood status . . . looks are not as important, at that level, they already have it, and just want to share it, with an equal, which is a big deal. Even though both Kennedy and Mr. Sicilian, are total lookers, they both know that their families, admittedly so, made money off illegal activities, that then put them in the category of people I am talking about, that bought them respect and prestige . . . and old money status. You can always tell a newly acquired wealth, they show it off, buy cars, by hot women, wear gold and diamonds, because they want people to know they have money . . . I find the old money, doesn't care, they just have it.
I used to manage apartments in Tuscon, Arizona, in the mid-seventies, and had a Jewish boss, who looked like a fuckin' drunk, always wore one of his pant legs on his Levi's, either tucked in his cowboy boots, or they just got that way. This man drove a Silver Cloud Rolls Royce, and was worth about $60 million, owned the Polo Club, and raffled off Mercedes, like they were Ford Escorts. LOL! This is how cute, I was back in the day, he wanted Ms. Uptight Mo Muffin, but not really, to take off her Jesus Jammies, or garments, and put on a hot bikini, to sell old school money, from around the globe, raffle tickets, for his yearly art show. No. I was too modest, and I didn't want to have dirty old men, rich or poor, pawing me all night . . . Rachel, might have been a better bet! LOL! She just wants to be rich and cherished! LOL! I want to be feared! LOL! Two very different types of women, competing on totally different levels. But, Mr. Goodman, makes the point I am trying to make. Plus, I heard someone make the statement, that you can give someone the winning ticket to the lottery and drop them in some swanky New York party, and they will be shunned, in spite of their newly acquired wealth. However, you can take a professor, or an educated man or woman, wearing holes in their jacket, and he will be the hit of the party, due to his knowledge . . . knowledge is power . . . I can write or speak to anyone, given my background and training. PRICELESS!
Lessons From the Blue Moon Dance Club
Okay, so this good looking biker and his biker bitch, dropped into the Blue Moon Bar, movie country bar scene, totally cool, the other night, when me and a friend where there. This guy reminded me of James and Rachel, my sister . . . a far better age match and better body match, unless I am thin, but I would have to get a $50,000 worth of plastic surgery to catch Rachel, who already had a better body to start with, and is probably whom Kennedy is saying is the chick he met in Butte, and who is writing this blog . . . no, that is not me, I am sitting right here at lunch hour rush, at McDonald's, on Harrison Blvd. after taking the, yeah, free bus now, in Butte! Where I actually met Kennedy, and just met, Mr. Hot Sicilian, whom I noticed, and spotted thinking, FBI or CIA, at the Pov, with earlier interests in Mr. Hotpants, who appeared to be setting me up at the Poverello Center, yesterday morning by 4:00 fucking A.M. after getting up at 3:30 A.M. finding, Mr. Hotpants, Phil, going to work, at about anytime I am up! LOL! He generally smokes out back, but he chose to smoke in front, looking to me, like I said, to be a change in patterns, and after me being set up just days earlier, at the bus terminal, with Phil there too, I was taking this as a sign, that lover bee had turned to killer bee, and my payback for leaving, making all the cops viewers of this direct TV at the Pov., showing that he could still, do his cop duty, and take me down, plan 2 . . . plan 1, is that one of these, basically, total studs, good looking as hell, that any woman, but me would fall for . . . with me always on guard for "honey trappers", strikes me as old school, big time rancher money, either from Texas, Montana, or Wyoming, a reader, compensating for the lack of conversational skills that Kennedy, either too afraid that I would discover who he either was working for, or learn that he had gotten by on his looks, but not with this gal, so the agency, falling victim to Rachel's short comings, was now bringing in a guy of similar status, ego, looks, even a Mark Farner/Kennedy, almost look-a-like, but with blonde hair and blue eyes, but smart, reading all the time, indicating a better conversationalist!
These boys are well born, to say the least, but I am also, in the compensation category of old school education, legal, and judicial royalty, if not cop royalty, with great-uncle, and second cousins, not only working in the FBI, retiring to be over Mormon Church security, and with a father, who was a spy for the Air Force, on Port Hueneme Navy Base, in California, when I was born . . . working for the OSS or OSI, Office of Strategic Service or Intelligence! There has been some speculation that I was a Super Baby . . . there is a link, between the time a baby spends in the birth canal and the intelligence of the baby! My mother was told to take cod liver oil, or some type of oil, that it only took one labor pain and I made my entry into the world, taking my mother's internal organs with me! I have met, two women, in the last few years, who were both adopted, one a black woman, adopted out to a white family, but both of them have tried to search their roots out, with all the people locators, and they find that they are government property, with U.S.D.A. stamped on their asses, they belong to the government! Was I sacrificed at birth, to save my father from getting a dishonorable discharge from the Air Force? Just like Shelley took a deal with the government to save, both my father's ass, and her ass from securities fraud charges, so she turned in her mafia boss and boyfriend or husband, on securities charges, that made the government look good! The person who told me about Super Babies, was one herself, with her grandfather a big shot in the government, working for Charlie Brown, who she alleges runs the government, but she was erased from being a person at 17 years old, trained to be a sniper, latter, became a CIA hit woman, and tried to befriend me, so she could carry out the hit, she was paid to do, by these same entities, I would guess . . . the men, assissins all end up liking me, due to the reasons mentioned in the title.
The Revealing Truth At the Dance Club . . . Living, Breathing Colors!
Okay, so, this Kennedy and Rachel look-a-likes, were dancing on the floor, making out, acting all sexy and shit, and I ventured out onto the dance floor, after all the cowboy two-step kings, got there fill of the ladies, and the rule of the dance floor . . . now the Queen arrives. I may be fat, but I can cut a rug, so to say . . . dance up a storm, and generally end up taking control of the dance floor, just me, myself, and I! Like I said, in my last blog, why in the hell would I want to limit myself to one partner, when I can dance and look around the bar, dance floor and count, 5 cowboys, who are checking this hip-swinging, dirty dancing, booty shaking chick, who is all over the dance floor, without a partner, and would ditch one if she was cruel enough to actually, dance with one! I know, that I rule the dance floor. So, this biker dude, is looking at me, watching . . . I know Kennedy loves to dance, he could not help himself, and got up, without an inhibition, danced and sang for the crowd, who dug the hell out of the spontaneous action, to the song, Like a Cowboy! I could tell, this guy, just wanted to dance . . . the woman he was with, didn't seem at all interested, and I felt sorry for him, because, I had a husband, who gave me 4 great kids, but he was only good for about 2 dances, at any given dance event! Screammm . . . I like to say I divorced because I was bored, but most likely it goes back to the fact that my first husband, didn't like to dance! LOL!
I have found a strong connection between the way a man dances and the way he makes love. There are some men, who dance like a praying mantis, or insect, and he would make love, like some creepy, leggy, spidery insect, and I would scream!!! Once, talking about old time money, I was lined up with this guy, who had just sold a piece of real estate for $16 million, a one acre chunk of land, smack dab, in down town Las Vegas. This guy was old time pioneer stock, and old money. He was good looking, smart, educated, political, but we went dancing, and he danced like a dork, and that was IT! I kind of thought that might be the fate of this biker chick . . . biker dude got her one the floor about 2 times, and the rest was the beer on the table! Eventually, this good looking biker, went over and asked this really old lady to dance, who was always sport to dance and really looked her age, was wearing a shirt and really dowdy, but a fun dancer. I thought, going from the hottest or one of the hottest girls in the bar to this very old looking, bag woman . . . maybe he thought it was ME, lol, reminded me, that people who love to dance, love to dance, and sometimes it doesn't matter what they look like! Lesson learned, and I have seen the reverse happen too . . . a great looking wife, married to a total buffed out, rich ass stud, from what my cousin told me, and she can't get his ass on the dance floor, and she opts, to dance with the 63 year old, dancer and has a great time, making her husband jealous of this old guy, who is at the Oasis every stinking night! So there you have it . . . dancing is a celebration of life! Some things are more important than looks!
Your the BEST Dancer . . . NO, You Are the BEST Dancer!
Proof positive . . . now Mr. Hot Sicilian, looking at me this morning and wanting to hang out with me, like another young 35 year old, that happened to jump out of now where the other morning when I was going swimming, just wanted to be with me, and was willing to go swimming, even offered to pay me to hang with him, just to talk, some young hottie, a good dancer himself, followed me out of the bar, and stopped me, and yelled, he was drunk, but said, YOU ARE THE BEST DANCER! He was a hot dancer also, I noticed him doing the Boot Scoot Boogie! I yelled back, no, your the best dancer. He came over and gave me the high five, hand slap! Fun, fun, fun. So, at first, I know, guys, trapped in this "want will my buddies think" in choosing their dance partners, eventually watch me get out on the dance floor, and the hip action, bumping and grinding, make them think of other things, that are more enjoyable than just dancing, if you know what I mean, and then, all eyes on me! I dig the hell out of it! I don't need to be cherished, like Rachel, I want to be wanted, and I can tell, by the looks on these cowboys faces, and full attention, that I was playing to the crowd, and they were digging the smile on my face, and the recognition . . . that works, in my field!
Now, the problem with bringing in a double, is that they need to be able to do everything that I write about in my blog! I have written about dancing, therefore, and unsuspecting Kennedy, who would be more attracted to Rachel's figure, might think, well, sisters, she will like to dance too. No, once, I asked Rachel if she and Kay, her then husband, would like to go dancing . . . her response . . . I can't think of anything worse! Rachel appears to be a hot chick, but with a Mormon Muffin attitude! LOL! I am sure, a fun loving, Kennedy, would be disillusioned, thinking, that Rachel, was the real author of the, sort of love blogs, as the government is telling him, when in reality, it is not her, she doesn't like to dance, and she would never love his dancing, knowing that he would be hot in bed, just as hot as dancing and singing, Like a Cowboy, which I love, and she doesn't . . . the down side of being a double! Don't be fooled. The funny thing about Mr. Hot Sicilian, is that most guys, hear that I have a slug, lazy, not pretty, and when they see me, they are totally taken off guard, and everything about my blog, starts to sink in . . . the description doesn't fit the person, the weight, but not the over all attitude of youth, fun, cool, and hipster! Even a hit man would dig me, as Kennedy did, but they are playing for the in crowd of hot pieces of ass, not necessarily, fun, hip swinging ass, that they have heard and read about!
Had I fucked Kennedy, back in December, or again in March, he might still be with me . . . but, as is the case with Mr. Hotpants, Phil, I am not playing for the cops surveillance, I am not playing for sex, hell, I can fuck, young hard dicks, every day, younger than your 44 years, but I am playing for keep, love, companionship, with someone, who not only understands what I have been through, but respects, and admires the rare woman that I am, and that takes a rare man! Within this elite club of men and a few woman, it is even rare in that group, for a man, to see beyond boobs, and go for experience, and just a fucking cool woman, who has kicked the shit out of cops of all levels, for 20 years, kick ass cool, in and of itself, and being able to recognize that they are not just the average rich, good looking guy, but a special force within the cops and military entities . . . way cool, and if on the right side or even the wrong, can appreciate, sacrifice for country or cause. Very interesting very different, very cool people. Where Rachel, would fit, the good people, good guns, good times . . . I fit, elite people, elite guns, elite times! A cut above the rest . . . for sure! It takes one to know one!
TOTAL RECALL, TOTAL RECOGNITION, TOTAL RESPECT . . . TOTALLY COMMITTED TO THEIR CAUSE
I could tell from both, Phil, Mr. Hotpants, and Mr. Hot Sicilian, not so much from a playboy Kennedy, that, they are cops first, and foremost, and from what they have been told, and paid to do, that they would do it, hit, special op, warrant, that they believe to be warranted, from the information, right or wrong, that they were fed, leading to this clandestine meeting, of both love and hate, that they would not only kill me, but they would set me up, arrest me, and throw my sorry ass in federal detention forever, or whatever their assignment was, if they were still lead to believe that, after seeing me, which, might just, change their mind, maybe, but I am sure as hell, not going to tempt them. Just like I, a constitutional law attorney, first and foremost, am committed to my oath to defend, preserve and protect the United States Constitution, and various state constitutions that I have the fortune and pleasure of dealing with, even at the peril of my life! I can see this in them, and I am sure, that they, likewise can see this in me . . . and there is not only a total recall of the events, that might have gotten either me or them to this point, but a recognition, through a short conversation, that we are what we claim to be, and who we claim to be, and that is deserving of the respect that is merited by someone so committed to their goals, principles and motivating factors behind, what drives them. And, even in death, there would be love, regardless of the outcome of the assignment.
Among this elite group, whether on the same side or not, total enemies can be in awe of the other person . . . like in the situation of spy agencies, terrorists, mercenaries, assassins, and other elites, that operate at this level of mission and commitment, to their causes. Others, with similar motives, see what this person had to be made of, to get where they got, and they can even understand, why they are being hunted, tracked, denied jobs, apartments, lovers, and any comforts in life. I warned this guy, who, naturally, while not knowing about the term, "honey traps" got the point immediately when I warned him to be careful, not really knowing at this point, what his motives are, and what he is trying to accomplish, but being fully sure, that he knows mine, judged on his reactions, his statements, and the fact that he could tell, without talking to me, he informed me, that given just what I had told him, that I had protection, from people and entities, that I don't know about. He said, you have reached a level where they can't touch you . . . wish I could believe that, and relax, stay in one place, maybe in time. But, like me, this guy, good looking as they come, but dedicated, from what I could tell, because, like is attracted to like, that he would not want to hang out with me, if he didn't know something about me . . . I am not just a piece of meat or hot ass to him, but a peer.
That is the way I like my men . . . if you can't see beyond whatever, you can't be my man, never, ever, and only in your dreams! I have a very limited pool of takers, and so does he. That is not to say, that if he had two women, who were equally qualified, with equal credentials, and equal training, either formal, or as in my case, that he would not opt for the better looking of the two, and I would too! LOL! I am about as shallow as these guys are, but as deep also. I would rather be respected, than loved! followed, than admired, feared than cherished! I am self made, nobody, helped me, mentored me, and it is only recent, that I feel that someone is getting what was done to me, and what it took to stay alive, with all odds against me! This man told me that he had gone, 14 years, but for three, sport fucks, as I would describe it, between sexual encounters . . . I am about there. It is usually, either a curiousity or a purely physical need for me to fall of the turnip cart, and indulge, allowing my sexual needs, fantasies, or desires to rule the day, on a rare day!
I Don't Use Sex, And I Don't Let Men Use Sex On Me . . . It Hurts Too Much At This Level! My Heart and Soul Loves These Men Before I Know Them! I Am Not MY Own Worst Enemy! They Have Me From Across the Room!
Rejection Cuts These Men to the Core!
WOUNDED BY LOVE
I learned a long time ago, that age is just a number, and that common enterprises bind people together, more than looks, bodies, sex, love, but passion and commitment to a worthy cause, be it, the same cause, or not, but one of equal value. College was an example of this--regardless of age, there was an attraction between English majors. Ernest Hemingway said it best . . . sure, writing is easy. I just sit at the typewriter, until I sweat blood! Going to writing my first paragraph in a college English class, to where I can write for billions, was a painful experience at best. I remember my room mate in college, taking English 101, and spending all night on a paper, and I decided, that if and when I graduated from college, English 101, 102, and 103, which is was referred to at that time, would be the last three classes I would take! LOL! But for a husband, that loved to write and tried to read me poetry in bed, to my chagrin, and begged me to take one English class, and being lucky enough to get a professor, who talked about parapsychology, ghosts, astroprojection, and other paranormal activities, after moving into a house with ghosts, I was all about the discussions in class, but the writing assignments were hell, and a necessary evil! LOL! Eventually, a professor or two, acknowledged my writing skills, and told me, leading me into more classes. But that first paragraph took me 8 hours! My writer and college educated husband, with a master's degree at that time, was totally disgusted at how the house looked and the condition of the kids, not to mention, no dinner on the table! LOL! But he was one of my biggest fans, and encouraged me to law school too! Thanks Zeke! But the point I am trying to make, it that experiences, like college, law school, and work, can bid the odd couple together, and love, sex, and relationships can result.
It was obvious to me, as it was to Mr. Sicilian when he saw me, that I was something separate and aside from the normal crowd at the Poverello Palace, or Kennedy saw in Butte and me him, and Michael Willis was attracted to at the old Pov. when he saw me writing my blog, before they cut the Internet service, probably at his request, knowing, my views of the government were contrary to his, as I believe, mine are to all these federal agents! LOL! But, due to the nature of my work, and how it dovetails with theirs, some working well together, and other elements of my writing being totally contrary to their view of the mission, goals, future of America, perhaps they view mine as old school, founding father's stuff, and their view, they see as being the future of a world, that is connected, much in line with the one world order. As is the case with my children . . . I don't care that they see the world, America like I do, but what I do expect, is that they respect me, my education, my knowledge, my passion for the country as it was, and still should be, to at least, stop and consider, why I am who I am and believe what I believe and realize that new, is not always better! I am fully aware of world connections in the economy, through social media, climate change, etc.
We both may believe in a one world order, but through different methods, and rather than siding with people who see things differently, that they see as being more respectful, due to their thefts, lies, clothes, and whatever int he fuck moves a young person, without much experience, but brilliant, even more reason to use them against their mother . . . they want to destroy America, bring them to their knees, so they can form a one world order. I on the other hand, want to raise other sovereign countries, to the freedoms, liberties, power, rights, and privileges that we, as Americans, enjoy. Ultimately similar, but totally different, with total different results. It may seem right, cool to have a system of kings and queens, princes and princesses, if you are one of the founders, much like the Mormon pyramid schemes for making money, in the network marketing world, there are a few people who become rich fast, but the majority, never will make it big, due to the structure and timing of entry into the market, being just a cog in the wheels of American greed, being one of the slaves for the ruling or money elite, who may, in fact, have cheated and made money off me or you! NO RESPECT IS DUE! Don't let access, power, connections, and ability to steal, confuse you with, talent, brains, pure motives, and being cool . . . there is no honor among thieves!!!!!!!
I would put, the good majority of these men, and some women, in this same category . . . committed to what they feel is right, but only because they will be in that ruling elite! President Bush once said, that he would opt for a government ruled by a despot or dictator, as long as he was that dictator. FUCK, WE ALL WOULD! But that is not the goal of America, nor our vision of the world, too much corruption when one person has all the power!
Phil, the Wounded Warrior! I Am Not Dissing You, Just Your Ideas!
So, for all I know, Kennedy is a lost cause, a forgone conclusion, who like ships in the night, has passed the point of no return, and is bobbling his head, between Rachel's big fake boobs, loving life! LOL! Most men who know me, mainly professors, have said, you are in the top 96% of the women I know, that was back when I was 31, and going to college! Since those days, of being smart, with great grades, I have far surpassed that level, with law school, then gone beyond that, all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court, with a learning curve like none other! As far as I could tell, there were only three other attorneys, other than the two that I had to have sponsor me, to get to that high level of the law, hitting the top of legal Mt. Everest, making it into the top, .000001% of lawyers, elite club for sure, just at the 10th Circuit . . . I am sure, you think that it was Shelley, who is as jealous as any older sister, who has long been in the shadow of my excellence, wasting her life away reading about others, while I always preferred to be doing rather than reading about others doing . . . LOL, and she wants to claim Elliot as her child, rather, than drug dead Jessie, or jail bait, Isaac, who she has to care for, use her wicked sex, connections, and lies to get jobs! NOT COOL!
Kennedy and Mr. Sicilian, are not intimidated enough by me, to be worth my time . . . I have to qualify that, attraction, is different than respect, hanging out, and digging, is different, that a total recollection and reverence for whom this person is. Phil, Mr. Hotpants, is a reader, smart, strikes me as a cowboy, a smart one, maybe even a pro football player, and educated . . . blue blood cop, by not relying on name, as a Kennedy, or having Sicilian mafia connections, but really being the real self made man, who, through quantum physics, is attracted to me, and is smart enough, as I am with him, to recognize, that this person could rip the heart from its cavity, and do permanent irrepairable damage, that few could do, having his choice of women, I am sure. So, in and of his reticence of actually approaching me, he stays back, much as I do with him, seeing a different level of cop, or whatever, someone, I want to know, but, I am not where I want to be, physically, because, I know men, know that they dig beautiful women, but also see in him, he could go either way . . . thinking he could get me under his thumb . . . he doesn't know me, I study my either victims, or suitors, and I don't move fast, at this level. Generally, at a dance, the men, will ask the approachable woman, not the challenge! Annie, is no threat, I am, and they feel it. I am a peer, but he is still a man, and I am still a woman . . . I am generally never at a loss for words. With Kennedy, his voice was so deep, that it hurt me to hear him talk, because it seemed to hurt him to speak! He also seemed, genuinely shocked that he had to talk! LOL! With Phil, I can't talk, which to me, indicates, that I am as cautious as he is, recognizing a peer, as he is. We avoid each other, people think it is because, either he is uninterested, or I am . . . I left, not because I wanted to be gone, or not see him . . . I just want him to see a better me! LOL!
It Is All I Can Do, To Keep My Hands Off Phil, Hot Pants!
That is generally, not a sexual or attraction thing, because Kennedy and Mr. Sicilian are equally as good looking, in fact, there have been times, when I wondered if it was Kennedy, reappearing, taking a second shot at me, with a different M.O., because, after all was said and done with Kennedy, he actually, got more quiet, more contemplative and closer to what Phil is, after the Kennedy name, Kennedy money, and his looks, blended into more than a chance encounter, and he seemed to have that healthy distance, that placed him in the same category as Phil, and Ernest . . . all smarter than the average guy, and all, but Phil, who has probably seen me make mince meat of agent after agent, after agent over the years, perfecting the "honey trap" to over fit, me, whatever type of woman that is. A few years ago, I believe when I was general counsel, not just a job to be offered to a lazy chick, there was a Utah State Bar Association, Women's Law Forum Conference up at Snowbird Ski Resort. You would think that female attorneys, would have similar personality traits . . . there were only two women, me and another woman, in our category of 16 personality types, the hardest to be married to . . . with the other 15 classes of personality, making up the other 398 women! That was a revelation to me, that, NO, I am not only, not the typical woman, but I am not the typical female attorney, so good luck guys! LOL!
Kennedy seemed to be a transitional character, the changing of Shallow Hal . . . if you are familiar with that Jack Black character! LOL! Mr. Sicilian, is not wasting his time, he asked to hang out, I said, no, and he is allegedly leaving tomorrow! LOL. He is in the wake of Phil, who was in the wake of Kennedy, and a long pause before that! Tough competition! There was this song, that was on the radio the other day, that said something like . . . You are one of the few women that could have me . . . the fields of potential suitors, either male or female, narrows so much, that just a hot body, nice piece of ass, just can't cut it, and you are so into your passion, that, the passion turns you on, more than any person ever could! Anyone who plays in this arena of elites, knows what a lonely world this can be! There is that song, I was born to walk alone . . . because if you are not, you can't handle this lifestyle! This reminds me of the New Testament, self-proclaimed apostle Paul, never formerly called by Christ, but accepted in the 12 apostles, and the greatest missionary for Christ, also a man of letters, or a lawyer, trained in the law, but committed to Christianity, and saving mankind, more than saving his sexual life, which is what this type of person does . . .but he, when talking about disciples for Christ, if you can't be like me, celibate, and you need a woman, which to him was lower form of disciple, go ahead and get married. He talked of having a thorn in his side, a weakness of the flesh--people of this level are not asexual, or gay, or whatever . . . they forgo sex, for higher callings, and don't risk that calling for sex! And how many men, and women, but not as many in power, have fallen for sex, and lost their chosen professions . . . we saw it in General Petraeus, in Mel Gibson, the actor, who go from heights in their professions that few will reach, only to be lured through sex to a fall. That damned Adam and Eve, temptation! NOT a JOKE! SEX is not the end all! I know that comes as a shock to many, and it does drive the world, but it destroys it also, great leaders fall! Any one can be a hero. But few are chosen to be SUPER! James G., with a batman symbol on the California Bridge in Missoula . . . many are called, but few are chosen . . . scriptural equivalent!
Radar Love or Assassins Creed?
So, with Phil, we seem to run into each other, and neither one of us says anything, we just walk by. I at least write on this blog, what I think . . . surely not all of it, and he reacts, so I know he is either reading it, or his friends read it and tell him! LOL! I am flattered he reads the blog, but he is either married, and a good husband, loves his wife and appears tempted, so he avoids me all together, or he has an assignment to take me down or kill me, given the weird times I see him, or he is following me out of love, unrequited, but I doubt it! LOL! But, something is up, and I am not sure. Much like him, I am dedicated to staying alive, at least as long as I can influence this nation, world, educate on freedom and that takes total precedence, and he can become very ugly to me, if he is seen as thwarting my mission! I am first and foremost a bad ass con law chick! Pig tales, trump pussy tales! I am not driven by sex, but I like it better than most women; therefore, the sacrifice is even more than for them, but they rarely deny themselves, and most use it to get either position, money or power, from men, not seeing themselves as agents in and of themselves to get where they want to go. But, there seems to be this unseen connector between me and Phil and he seems to be upset that I left him, when he may have taken great strides, professionally or personally!, which ever, to be where I am--he no more fits in that place than, me, Kennedy, Sicilian and others, it is a different game.
Phil refuses to even look at me, since I got back to the Pov, after going up north, to check on another love interest, not hard, but also to help a friend with legal . . . she had not quit shown or proven her guilt, and colors, but now she has . . . the not so, mystery of the cell phone . . . I put my contact information at the top of the document, with cell phone number. She tried to get me either to take my name offThe the letter all together, to avoid the work being connected to me, or she had to steal the cell phone, knowing damned well, what it took for me to get my old number back, with the phone, most likely being turned over to Shelley, but me beating the cops in handing it over! The minutes should have run out, a long time ago . . . Shelley probably has my acer computer that I gave to the black dude, who was probably a Shelley agent, or an assassin the way he was acting! LOL! Pure energy, sometimes, without thinking, just takes care of shit, without me even knowing it . . . magnets, repulse each other . . . someone so opposite as me, like an assassin, is not going to attract me, like someone, who through misinformation, might see things exactly just like I do with the right information. We are a product of our training! time! and teachers!
I Don't Want to Be Caught In Love With My Assassin! LOL!
My Intel Man, God, would lead me to believe, that Phil is happily married, as far as he has been exposed to; however, it takes one to know one, and you don't know you are unhappily married, until you meet, that one! Even after, I would say, I met my match, both intellectually, morally, mentally, physically, and felt me heart ripped from its cavity, and stomped on the floor, with me, not being able to say my own name, I went into complete denial, about my relationship that seemed up to that point, so good! But, for meeting Mike, an attorney in Vegas, I might still be married, and happily! LOL! Or maybe up to that point, Zeke was the IT man for me, but when someone, more IT than your husband comes along, there is trouble! Screammmmmm! You can't find your way, until, you know you are lost! LOL! And one chance encounter of the worst kind can do that to a formerly loving and happy marriage! Playing Russian Roulette with any person!
The Scary Survey . . . 96% Men, 63% Women . . . Will Cheat With Hot Offers!
There was this, what would you call it, study, where a beautiful woman, posing as a prostitute approached men on the streets of New York, and offered sex for pay, 96% took her up on it. An equally good looking male escort was put on the streets of New York, and 63% of the women took him up on the offer. I don't know about you, but those are pretty frightening statistics! Now, again, this is a chance encounter, and most people are not as good looking, and don't offer sex, right off the bat. But still . . . so what happens when there is this elite set of characteristics, that are not only your favored characteristics, but . . . go figure, Radar Love is playing on the air waves, right NOW! LOL! So, what happens if this person is a paid assassin, and of course, that is the plan, they are to lure you into the great outdoors, and even have sex with you, buSot they are to kill you after, great sex? Well, unfortunate for Kennedy who seemed like a bounty hunter or an assassin, and Phil, who could easily be either, or mafia, he seems totally focused on his profession, and is blocking any connection with me whatsoever! But, judged on the first encounter, before I had a chance to see him more, I approached him, seeing he had a Sturgis shirt on, a backpack, and assumed he was going to the 75th Year Rally, and maybe it is that simple . . . he could not talk and doesn't appear to be able to now! LOL! Maybe, he just likes me, and is trying to get alone with me at 4 and 5 A.M.? You have no privacy in a homeless shelter, and if you are not a total scam artist, and want to use some discretion, you can't!
I am doing my homework, and assessing the situation, with Phil, who may have been whatever, with whatever ideological thoughts of his previous sexual abilities, and is being totally thrown for a loop, by this woman who is older, and probably smarter, due to age, more seasoned, who is throwing his game plans off! I am in no hurry to either speed up the process, nor threatened that if he leaves, that he is the last chance I have for love . . . and let me remind you, men, that I am a rare commodity at this point in my life! So, there are more men at this stage of elite forces, so to say, than women, therefore, the Queen will have her pick, of men, who by all intents and purposes are younger, deserving of better looking women, but will never, get someone, with the same types of experiences, drive, and power as they have, happy wife or not! LOL!
My Condolences Phil, Kennedy, Ernest, Mr. Sicilian . . . There Is Only ONE!
Due to Phil's early rising, yesterday, which seems a lifetime away to me right now, with thoughts of Kennedy ghosts, filling the Butte air, having just come off, memories and emotions from Kalispell, Phil seemed to be setting me up, or waiting for someone to pick up where I left off, before I left, last Tuesday night, when it became apparent that there was a sting op, set up for me, that was suppose to surprise me at about 8 P.M., with me ditching up to the broom and utility closet upstairs, til the cop chick threat was gone, but then learned that the woman she was looking for was not there . . . well, if you don't check in at 8, you don't get in for the night, so this cop coming back at 12:00 midnight, was not a good sign to this chick! So, I packed my shit, so the security and surveillance cameras didn't see, took my bags to bed, wearing me sweat shirt, and shoes to bed, waiting until I felt it was the right time to escape, before the haunting hour of 12:00, when the cop chick could have arrived and pulled me out of a dead sleep! As, I took off, at the shock of the awaiting party, that was seemingly going to take place, later that night, with most likely undercover cops, still up, at a time, that the week before, when I had duties to clean out the industrial sized dish washers, and all was quiet on the western front and on the Pov, overflow, so I knew what was normal and what was not . . . and staff, and alleged residents all still up, lights on, the normally dark hours, with both alleged residents, asking me where I was going, running out the door, asking me if I had all my stuff and if I was coming back, I blew the party at the Pov.! Now, there seems to be feds that come in and are over a particular set of cops, locals, who have tried to get me time and time again, but to no avail, maybe calling in the big guys to do the job . . . Phil appears to be that fed, to me. So, he is pissed when things don't work out the way he planned! And I love the game, and I love upsetting their devious plans for my demise!
But, this is nothing personal, and I act as if nothing has happened. You would think that I would be the pissed one, them going to either jail me for the rest of my life, or better kill me; however, it is the planners whom seem more upset by their botched plans, that I am, because, I am still here, and they have to start all over again, and this time, back in Kennedy territory, as it appeared that he was the agent over this here part of Montana! LOL! I feel like I never left . . . Ernie is probably over the botched, escape I just had in Kalispell . . . let's say, I love danger, am a risk taker, and it makes sex so much better this way! LOL!
20/20 Phil Takes His Life . . . Going for Name Sake, and Symbolism!
I get to Butte, and don't want to go up to the Butte Rescue Mission yet, memories, fond, and more . . . so I go to my only release, now that I have my computer back, unless you want to wonder what captive portal authorization means? Spy ware all over this, during that 24 or so hours, before I tried to hook onto the Internet, checking diagnostic tools, that are canceled, canceled, canceled, canceled and failed . . . not too reassuring when your firewalls are all canceled! LOL! I pulled off a very damaging blog before the NSA, figured out, that I had taken cash out, bought a computer and wrote my first blog, setting times and what not, to identify that I am me and that I was in Kalispell, not Santa Barbara or Chicago! before I left Target! I knew, I had limited time to get this computer the way it should be without government intervention, scanning, and lies, giving bitches who could not write one of these blogs, ever, never, in a billion years, to match the size of my reading audience! But this goes into the symbolism of this 20/20, called, Wounded By Love . . . with the guy in it, named, ironically, Phil!
In the true crime episode, Phil, and girlfriend, who is charged with his murder, are drinking, both good looking, but he is telling her that her drinking is causing trouble with his four beautiful children, whom he was a great dad to, and put the right priority to. Her story is that he left for the night, and came back. She had a gun, and she didn't know if it was an intruder or him. She told him to call first if he came over. Allegedly he came in, unannounced . . . Radar Love is on AGAIN . . . what is up? She claims that he can't live without her, wrestles the gun away, and in the struggle, that is matched by her bruises, and also her shock at what happened, he got shot in the head and died, with true grief and sorry, even getting pissed at cops, who were laughing, not at her, but at some social media . . . not the time to read texts, boys, when someone is dead and girlfriend is having a meltdown! But, the jury found that it was a mistake and they were more pissed at the cops, for treating this woman like this!
But, that part, other than the title of the episode and the name of the prosecutor, something, Ms. Moore . . . and I believe that the government is allowing Shelley to practice law under my resume and my law license as a payback for ratting me out, and reporting to the cops, prosecutors, judges, federal included, and the Utah attorney generals, who are both under indictment for corruption due to my case, my house and others, as the directors of Shelley and crew, who need to be arrested . . . but, my Intel Man, God, seemed to be telling me, that this once, potential lover, or at least someone, who may have been in denial, until I left, that he liked me, was in deed, wounded by love, by me leaving, and now, rejected, willing to say that I was Shelley and she was more than me . . . they seem to be doing a popularity contest, between women who is being fosters, favored, and is loved for stealing my I.D., life, son, and whatever, and fattening the cops pockets on this blog, that I AM WRITING, not her, you dumb asses, make her write one in front of your sorry asses . . . YOU LOVE HER, FOR BEING ME! Stupid is as stupid does! She has been jealous, since birth! A wanna be attorney, too fucking lazy to go to law school, Shelley is turning 62, September 13, 2015, and I know, former cops, who attended law school, after retiring from the law at 63 . . . she is more than smart enough, but she is already me, and gets to skip the first 20 years of law, poisoning and your dumb asses are chasing me, thinking, I am the criminal Shelley! Good God, you are fucking stupid, and guys like Phil, Kennedy, Ernie, and now, probably Mr. Sicilian, as well as Social Security guys and a ton of others, on the payrolls, using my money, or my son's money against me, should be fucking shot . . . she stole my identity, back in 2000, and probably, the FBI changed it back to BIRTH . . . all you dumb fucks have to do, is go back to a Bountiful High Year book . . . Shelley had plastic surgery, probably corrected, since I always refer to her as the Bride of Frankenstein . . . also a bride shared by Jack, Tony, and Frank, an assassin chick, putting her in their category, but tell me which is harder, to entice a guy to bed with you, and have sex, after a year in jail, like the real Allan Rex Bess, my lover, never slept with him, nor Frank . . . and after he is asleep, do a cheap shot trick, and shoot him with a 22, then have the team dispose of his body? Any 3 year old, can kill someone, as seen by the woman, shot with her own gun by a 3 year old son or daughter, playing with it.
No Shelley, could be part of the assassin team, but scared as shit to go to law school, to get out and make her own name, starting from scratch like I did, she wants to steal my thunder, take my name, stand on my shoulders, have me be the wind beneath her wings, and claim my glory, rather than start out as a nothing attorney, like I DIDN'T . . . I shot to the top of the Utah Attorney Generals Office, because of raw talent, and native intelligence, and within 6 months, writing manuals, that served as national models for people in fields for 20 years, being passed over and shown up . . . that is me, that is my cases, my blogs, and Shelley has not fucking record of that, other than fucking powerful men, relying on them, and then trying to play their game! She needs to sleep with the producer to be the star, I am the producer, the star, the writer of my own story, and my life is a box office hit, like seen by the numbers, they don't lie, but they do NOW!
