FASCINATING PARALLELS AND ANALOGOUS COMPARISONS!
Trey Styler, Lisa Miller, Julianna Pfister, Greg Greer, Garth McCarty, Mark Seal, Andrea Bryan, Killer Her With a Hammer (Kay Burningham), Madam Secretary (ad)
- Trey, one of the guitarists in God's Revolver, the one, Isaac, aka, Elliot, during the first steal, when the Alamo, took over, making it look, like a Texas band, with Frank's connections, did the epic western of the story of the little black horse, with the dead rider, the inspiration for the story line, with, Trey being the band member with his father, on horseback up Provo Canyon, when they saw the dead cowboy still sitting on his black horse, dog nearby, and blood, coming out of his ear. Trey may have had the story, but, I highly doubt, that he wrote all the lyrics, produced all the music, and gave the tone, mood, epiphanies, and great religious overtones to the CD . . . that is a fucking collective effort! Try selling the music, to either the first CD, or the second, Sony deal, that got stolen too, allegedly, never named, never released, without the bass guitar in it. Isaac, stated that Elliot, is a God, as if he knew first hand, just shortly before the second, God's Revolver, Alamo, CD under Sony, rather than, Kaysville record label, Exigent Records, catching the Kaysville or Kay's Ville connection? Brett, right from the get-go, seeing how good Elliot was, when he and Chris, came to see me in Mt. Sterling, seeing Elliot, just mess around on his acoustical guitar, and a week or so, later, probably using surveillance methods to record Elliot in his bedroom, later placing the music and jamming session on YouTube or some social media, getting over 350,000 hits the first week, stole the music, and decided on the plan, with Shelley's help, blank CD's with the word, Bandit, written on them, right at the time, I left Brett, who left signs at Shelley's house that would let me know for sure he was with Shelley, who seemed, more than involved in the death of Blake Donner, lead singer for Parallax. I remember sitting in Shelley's backyard, prior to meeting Brett, while Shelley was smoking a cigar, that shocked the hell out of this, then, Mormon sister, and having her tell me about the death . . . celebrating? Birth of Isaac, her baby, maybe, Brett's baby, from a life, before I met him? I met him the day, I moved or was to find a place to rent, when Shelley said, she had to get out, so David Yemen, Shelley's ex, she allegedly rated out on the SEC charges or saving her own ass for being charged with SEC violations, that all connect back into the Utah Attorney Generals Office and Shelley's connections with Francine Gianni, Mark Griffin, and other members of the Division of Securities, the named defendants of my $357 million lawsuit that was running consecutively with God Revolver fame, or stolen fame, and sabotaged CD II! Sony asked for a remix . . . Elliot, was the only band member, go figure, to remix, within 4 days! All other band members refused, saying they couldn't stand each other. Isaac told me that a friend of his, owned all rights to the Little Black Horse CD . . . really, Elliot, took out or filed a Poor Man's Copyright! All writings and inventions are protected by the U.S. Constitution! So fuck you Brett, Shelley, Kay, Isaac and TREY . . . you had no right to sell . . . new band, WORST FRIENDS! Trey Styler . . . you may have wanted to team with the attorney, rather than the styling Kay or Rachel, who had like 2 boyfriends each in high school, to my 8 in one year, until I got sick of boys, stuck with Larry Wall . . who, I am sure will lie, as will every guy, I ever dumped, which is all of the angry mob of men, who have turned on me, lied etc.
Burning With Desire . . . Victim, Nancy Pfister
At the first of the episode on the Aspen socialite, pioneer family, Nancy Pfister, with my family also, being a pioneer family in Utah Law, the victim, whom I am sure the rest of this sorry ass crew, would claim, they were victimized by me, was described as a true original, tough, strong, not going to put up with anything, type woman! Like I said, in my blog, this morning, I have attitude, and I am not afraid to use it. Nancy was like a tornado, a real heart breaker, and she never settled down long enough to get married. She dated, the likes of Jack Nicholson and Johnson of Miami Vice, and knew all the celebrities, in Aspen, that went from millionaires to billionaires, so the cops, knew that anyone, who knew the woman, because she knew everyone, was a suspect, being the center of so many things, including daily life in Aspen. It was stated that Aspen lost a part of history, when it lost, Nancy, as do I, in Utah, as an integral part of Utah's legal history, with pioneering ancestors, in the law, like great-grandpa, Judge Sherman Christensen, and A. Sherman Christensen, 4th District Judge, Christensen, can't remember his first name, step-brother to A. Sherman, and also, FBI pioneer, Phillip Christensen and his son, Bryce Christensen, who was one of the Mormon field directors for the FBI, in the LA office when the first spy, Richard Ames, a Mormon was arrested and charged with espionage and sedition violations, for selling information to his Russian lover!
My first job, staff attorney, assistant attorney general, Utah Prosecution Council, Criminal Enforcement Division, Utah Attorney Generals Office, put me, with an office in the Capitol Building, right in the center of Who's Who in Utah, law enforcement communities, cops, prosecutors, judges, etc. Nancy Pfister, in Aspen was said, to have been perfectly born and bred, perfectly cast, to serve the role she did, in the role of Aspen, becoming the town it is today, as was I, who looked, a ton like her, only I would say, somewhat prettier, just my personal opinion, but thin, similar hair, nice smile, she even is wearing an orange baseball hat, like I do now, but she wore her hair, when short, much like I did, and we definitely had similar personalities, lifestyles, and need to serve, seek adventure, and wanted to have fun! And it is funny, that her only daughter, though she never got married, with the symbolic name of, Julieanne . . . a child, as Kay is, in the law, with regards to criminal law, constitutional law, administrative law, is a child to me, me to her in the area of torts, although, a 1983 civil rights case, is most closely aligned with a tort, or wrongful act, and most states, use the personal injury statute of limitations for the one to use in a civil rights violation case! I believe, once Brock, brought Kay in on the sly, because I would not take the case on the issue of statute of limitations, not one of the three classifications of legal questions, the U.S. Supreme Court, deals with, being either constitutional law questions, federal questions, or conflict of court of appeals issues, Kay probably said, she would take it! I had issues on my original modern day application to computers, being modern day, papers, protected from unreasonable searches and seizures, something that was violated in the Brock securities case, with the highest court, adopting my 4th amendment argument, in U.S.A. v. Jones, the case, Justice Scalia, read the day I got sworn in, January 23, 2012, in Washington, D.C.!
Note: Either the Mormon run, NSA, or Kay, hacker bitch, or Shelley, ditto, just tried to erase, the last two paragraphs, but for the first line or two! Hint, clues, connections, dots!
Note: Either the Mormon run, NSA, or Kay, hacker bitch, or Shelley, ditto, just tried to erase, the last two paragraphs, but for the first line or two! Hint, clues, connections, dots!
Nancy Pfister Was Killed With Blunt Force Trauma to the Head, Delivered By Blows From a Hammer! I Was Murdered, Symbolically, by a Burning Ham or Ham HER! Kay is, Joann Secrsit, JoAnn S. Secrsit, J.D.!
The story line, goes like this, Nancy Pfister, always left Aspen, for warmer weather, during the winter months and she advertised to rent out her home. Nancy and Trey Styler, were losing their business and big home, somewhere, didn't catch where, and decided to come to Aspen, start and new life, and Nancy was going to go back to work doing facial rubs, peels, and spa work. When Nancy and Trey, first met Nancy Pfister, she was in a rob, met them with wine, and instantly they all became friends; however, Nancy Styler, claimed, that, once she got the rent money, Pfister, started treating the couple like her slaves, telling them to do this or that. Eventually, Christine Carpenter, Pfister's closest friend, and also involved in the renting of the house, an agent, so to say, met with the Stylers, and started commiserating with each other, over the shared treatment, they claimed, Nancy Pfister, allegedly treated the three with, with Christine, being more a friend and not being paid to do many of the things she did, admitting, that Pfister, who had no access to her families fortune, kind of paid her more in introducing her to people, fun, places, and intangibles, that Carpenter, herself, admitted she might never have experienced has she not been friends with Aspen's Nancy. So, this, may have been more of a mutually beneficial arrangement of intangibles. But, with the Styler's, she had some allies.
The Stylers give Nancy Pfister, $6,000 when they move in, and they owed her another, $6,000. Eventually, after, the landlord was gone, she did get the rest of the money, that should have been paid, before moving in. But, there were issues of about $14,000 in unpaid utilities, and other housing expenses, that were not being paid, leaving Pfister, pissed off, telling Cathrine to kick the couple out of the house, and she was coming home! I was kind of listening, and talking to someone at the same time this part was playing, but, I think the business was being run out of the house and Pfister, didn't give the couple any notice, or little, and raced to catch a flight home, taking over the residence, leaving the Styler's to go to a motel, leaving much of their business equipment, still in the house, with Pfister, taking possession, an not allowing the Styler's to come get their stuff. So, there were issues, at one point, Nancy Styler, said, she wanted Pfister dead! Eventually, the Stylers, discovered that Pfister, could not legally keep their property, so they claimed that they went over to the other Nancy's house, found her door open, the dog unattended to, a bad smell in the bedroom closet, but never called police, just gathered up their stuff and left. Catherine, when she could not get a hold of Pfister, went over to the house, found her in the closet, under a sheet, allegedly in a bag of some sort.
Eventually, all three were arrested, and eventually, after three months in jail, the very frail, Trey, took full credit for doing the killing himself, and as the husband of Nancy Styler, who claimed her innocence, wanted all charges or any future prosecution against his wife dropped, in exchange for a plea agreement, taking full credit for the crimes, after the cops, found the hammer, jewelry belonging to the victim, in the trash receptacle, that was just outside the motel, they were staying in, with evidence and connection to the murder. Catherine, was released also, but had no promise of immunity for future charges and prosecution. Nancy Pfister's daughter, said she was the best person she ever met in her life, and she was sure, if she were still alive today, they would be best friends, as they always had been.
Prior to all the government, family, and everybody, messing with me, my daughter, Greta, who once purchased tickets for the two of us, to go to Phantom of the Opera, in San Francisco, back when I was practicing law, and Gret was in the military, I believe, came on leave, and she said, she would rather, hang out with me, her mother, than any of the friends she had in high school, college, and now the military . . . and we are still close! I had a great relationship with all my four kids, with many birthday cards, Mother's Day cards, expressing, the blessed childhood and cool mother, grandmother, they had . . . one such card, Elliot, said, and this was even after the Pick's Disease diagnosis, that he didn't know another mother, who would drive he and his band members, all over, every weekend for about 3 years! Brain washing, money, promises, have changed my relationship a bit, but, not too much . . . I saw this book about children, called, And They Still Rise . . . and it reminded me of my, awesome kids, who have been through so much, been so attacked, as has their mother! SAD! Unlike Nancy Pfister, I am not dead, thank God . . . and the best is yet to come. I am, however, the phantom mother! Buried under 6 others!
Prior to all the government, family, and everybody, messing with me, my daughter, Greta, who once purchased tickets for the two of us, to go to Phantom of the Opera, in San Francisco, back when I was practicing law, and Gret was in the military, I believe, came on leave, and she said, she would rather, hang out with me, her mother, than any of the friends she had in high school, college, and now the military . . . and we are still close! I had a great relationship with all my four kids, with many birthday cards, Mother's Day cards, expressing, the blessed childhood and cool mother, grandmother, they had . . . one such card, Elliot, said, and this was even after the Pick's Disease diagnosis, that he didn't know another mother, who would drive he and his band members, all over, every weekend for about 3 years! Brain washing, money, promises, have changed my relationship a bit, but, not too much . . . I saw this book about children, called, And They Still Rise . . . and it reminded me of my, awesome kids, who have been through so much, been so attacked, as has their mother! SAD! Unlike Nancy Pfister, I am not dead, thank God . . . and the best is yet to come. I am, however, the phantom mother! Buried under 6 others!
Other Shared Names, Between the TV Murder, And the Real Life, Attempted Murder, and Identity Theft!
I jotted down a few notes and names, so I can't remember, where, exactly, they fit in the story, either as professionals or friends, I think, but I, will just list them, and connect the name to my story, may give someone leads, who is investigating my case:
- Lisa Miller: Kay's sister's name is Lisa Burningham, something, so that is connected to Kay, but, with Miller added or the last name, that might indicate, a cop of some sort, given the Logan, connection to Shelley, whom I firmly believe, was working with the cops, back in 2000, when I got poisoned, and they always called her, at the drop of a hat, so, maybe in some leadership position, taking my place and the cops, protecting her, listening to her, with the approval of the Utah Attorney Generals Office, with the Children's Justice Centers, and Shelley, helping to launch the one in Logan. But, with, my suspicion, that Brett, either by hook or crook, is an FBI agents, he would bring, Kay, aka, Me, using my resume to help Kay get hired, could be a federal cop of sorts with the FBI. The Miller family, owns one of the most lucrative and largest employer in Cache Valley, being the owners of Miller Blue Ribbon Beef. Isaac, fathered a child out of wedlock with one of the Miller girls, granddaughters, I think, and the Millers didn't want to have anything to do with Isaac. But, that name, became connected with Shelley and Isaac, and in the TV episode, Lisa Miller, ironically enough, is the district attorney's lead investigator on the Pfister case! I was shocked, after Jesse had his run in with the sheriffs department, stand-off, later wanted to be a cop, a few years later. Combined with Shelley, and Jesse for that matter, working hand in hand with the cops, Jesse calling the cops on me, once for, I don't remember what . . . but the mother/son team, were working on creating a criminal record on me, as well as a mental health record, all part of the plan! After I was, go figure, arrested, for going to the bathroom, at the elementary school, where the old principle, used to invite me to school programs, but with a new principle, a woman, appearing to be Shelley's girl, called the cops, probably for Shelley, about the time, I with permission from the school secretary, used the bathroom, with my hands on the outside doors, was told the school, went into lock down, and there were cops, waiting for me at Shelley's house? Shelley, refused to use my money to bail me out! Both her and my parents were going to leave me in jail forever, for going to the bathroom with permission! And Shelley, was going to make fliers to post on all telephone poles, stating that I was a pedophile, and for parents to watch out for me and call the cops! My extended family, who also refused to post bail for me, with my money, all said, it was horrible what I did . . . going to the bathroom, after drinking, 64 ounces of Diet Coke, running straight through me, while I was at the park, near the Adams School, not wanting to go to Shelley's house? Really, locked away for life? That is what My family wanted . . . and you don't think Shelley had plans on being me, or already had stolen my identity? Right! And with law enforcement at her beckoned call? What the fuck, ever! This was payback, for being exactly like Nancy Pfister . . . rockin' the state, cops, prosecutors, AG's Office, etc., and now the feds! Shelley, the newly made, federal agent, a criminal in and of her own self? Jesse a criminal, sold drugs to South Davis Junior High Students, Isaac, in and out of jail all the time! I went to the fucking bathroom, with permission! 30 days in jail, and, only released because, Shelley's ex-boyfriend, could not stand seeing what my family was doing to me, and they were pissed at him . . . they had plans on keeping me there forever!
- Greg Greer: this was the criminal defense attorney, for one of the defendants, in the Nancy Pfister case, with connections to Greg Erickson. And very indicative of the side he would take, against me . . . on the side of the defendants, the girls, Shelley, Kay, Rachel, all aka, ME, over their respective areas of cover! along with several others! The prosecutor, was Andrea Bryan . . . interesting, Andrea, close to Anderson, Shelley's last name, but Bryan, my ex-bro-in-law, ZEKE's Brother! But, if you look, and I am not sure, if the TV came up with the spelling, or I did, but in my notes, I spelled it, Bryan, not Brian, therefore, if it is off the TV spelling, and that is right, then, that could indicate, if Anderson, or Shelley is the prosecutor, then, the Y, in Bryan, stands for, she is being you, claiming she, was the staff attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council, which is NOT, being a prosecutors, but, I was staff attorney, for the council, serving prosecutors, planning programs, conferences, doing legislation, writing manuals, serving on committee's, and whatever assignments, Mark Nash, gave me! I only went to court, during that time, to observe . . . I was NEVER, a PROSECUTOR, I trained them! One of the qualifications I had to have, and what actually got me the job, right out of law school, or the year after I, graduated, was my experience, teaching! I started teaching, argumentation and research, for the English Department, at Utah Valley University, College them, my last year of law school! Then I taught for a year, and by 1994, the department got a new, female head, who took all, but one of my classes away, to give to other full time faculty members, I was adjunct, but teaching 5 classes, or was going to, had been, thus, history, can note, that jealous act, was what, sent me up to the Utah Prosecution Council, Mark Nash, and the rest is, law enforcement history in UTAH! Starting with getting doc reporting domestic violence anti-reporting statutes, placed on the "consensus" calendar, probably attributed to Sue Schmidt, then asset forfeiture, followed getting the fraud units fired, for violating the constitutional rights of doctors, in Medicaid, Medicare, alleged up coding. Greer, is also the name of my Mormon Church, bishop, in the Morning Side Park, 52 Ward, if I remember, and the bishop, whom I asked to take my name off the records of the church, after finding out, that 13 acres in downtown Salt Lake City, Utah, had been purchased by the alleged, property arm of the church, at the same time, I was sure, Kay, Brett and Shelley, were using God's Revolver Money to buy the Mormon Church! I met with Greer, who may very well have known about the thefts, the identity thefts, and how damaging, me removing my name from the records of the Mormon Church would be to the plans for Mitt Romney as president, and stake president, Ence, refused to let me take my name off the record of the church . . . Elder Snow, had just been called to be a new general authority, and I had, him, following me to my daughter's church, calling her, and even driving by to pick me up at the Springs Church, in St. George . . . this was also at the time, that I was trashing the church, or raising money to fight gay marriage, in California, under Prop. 8, which the Church opposed or supported, can't remember with way the referendum went, but I caught my home teacher, Brother Wilkinson, raising $250,000 in less than 24 hours, to send to Elder Snow in Salt Lake, to send to California!
- Garth McCarty . . . Garth Brooks, cowboy, Brook Shields, Foster Grant ads for glasses, all very symbolic, of the St. George area, sheriffs, all cowboys, helping Shelley, and getting grants in exchange for their help! Mayor McCarther, was in power, and he was in my Cox Landing ward, when I first moved to St. George, in my, Moon River, Ence home, I built, back in my AG years! He later, became a good friend of my father's, and Dallas, my son-in-law, took over, while I was practicing law, exposing city council bull shit. I had also, opposed the good old boys club, on the new alleged airport, that ended up helping landowners, who would have had to wait 20 more years to make money, out where they placed the new, airport, that cost a fortune, and needed repairs to the asphalt, before the first year of operation! Since I left, 4 people have been killed, in the same, tail winds, that me and others, warned people about, before, the move was complete. Mayor McAurther . . . can't remember the spelling, was in power . . . I also, went against prosecutors, over the firing of two women at the D.O.V.E. center, domestic violence shelter, who knew the sheriff, Mike Smith, was using asset forfeiture money, to keep a woman on board, as a spy, getting about 4 directors of the shelter fired, including a former director of the Division of Child and Family Services, who gave up her cushy job at the state to save the center, and was victimized by the boys herself . . . my father happened to have a copy of my Domestic Violence 101 manual in his garage . . . I offered it to the board members and county attorney's office, to help keep the women on, and they, the Washington County Attorney's Office, kept my copy and tried to foist off a copy of the newer editions . . . I believe, so Rachel or someone could claim they did the manual and got the award from President Clinton, back in about 1997!
- Mark SEAL, I believe, that one of the major powers behind this whole fraud, was Mark Shurtleff, the one who was put in at attorney general by the cops, in fear of me, running, and would have been elected, if not poisoned. Mark was instrumental in helping Shelley pull off being me, and very instrumental in stealing the Brock case, with him, vouching that I was Shelley or whomever, they all switch off, and all cops, would do what Mark told them to do, and Mark would have done what the FBI, or special agent, Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart, of Salt Lake City, Utah, would tell him to do. He was also, seemingly calling the shots, in the seizure of my home, with the Washington County Constable, telling me the authority she was following, in taking all my furniture, law practice, go figure, the day, before i was to fly to Denver, to argue in the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, at 9:00 A.M., on Monday, I just typed, Montana, what, is the lie to cover this theft, that I took off to Montana? No, I was right there, in DENVER, at the 10th Circuit, at 9:00 A.M., the time for oral arguments that had been scheduled for a month or two! Brock who was to meet me, at 6:00 P.M. for dinner the night before, never showed . . . I believe, the deals were cut that night, or shortly before that, that day, when I still made the flight, not letting the seizure of my home stop me . . . and if the case was argued, it was argued by Kay Burningham, aka, JOANN S. SECRIST, STUART, but I never used any other professional name, but SECRIST, the one I was KNOWN FOR! And, specifically to keep the name my kids are known for! I think, Kay, having lived in the shadows of the 10th Circuit, with no chance of EVER having a case, that could make it that high, got Brett, who was also, jealous as hell of me, and what I had accomplished, after leaving him, in addition to Elliot and the band, green with envy . . . and you can see, Brett at the God's Revolver, concert, at ABG Lounge, with the band, singing, Scratch Dealt Me A Dirty Hand . . . with, Brett, the Mohawk, guy, standing a half a foot taller than the rest of the concert goers, watching the real band, back in 2011, about 5 years after I left him . . . directly linking him to the crime of stealing Elliot's band's music! Mark was a key player in this whole fraud and needs to go to prison as do all of them!
- Two ads, popped up while I was watching the TV episode . . . Madam Secretary . . . I would guess that, is referring to former Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, who may in fact, be a victim of the false me, thinking as President I just wrote, Clinton, cool, but President Obama might, thinking the one writing this blog, or the one who helped with the Afghanistan plan, both the President and President elect, used to help in foreign policy, was actually, written by Kay, Shelley or Rachel, or any of the other doubles, who didn't do Jack Shit and will fuck the country up, being frauds, with little thought and training in either government or the plan! But, I am sure, that someone, using a false resume, no matter how thin, cute, or nice the boobs, is no substitute for solid and sound thinking! I would be pissed as hell, and make sure they were arrest, charged and tried, for perjury or lying under oath, or alleged oath!
- the second ad that popped up was the Good Wife, the dark haired, attorney, but, Kay, who has dark hair, never was the good wife, or may have been with Brett, but never had been. While I was the good wife, loved Brett, and we had good companionship, always together, up until he cheated . . . good bye, good wife! This one is for Kay, the daughter of Nancy Pfister, was named, Julieanna, and when I first got with Brett, other than a church farm house, Brett and I were the only home in the area, passed the hill, going down to Brett's and my house, or the horse barn, turned to a house, straw bale, I think, now this Deborah Haas' house on it, the 23 acres, but there was just 2,000 acres of farm land, and one house, passed us . . . the first home that was built, out in the little valley, had a wife, with the name of Julie. Brett and I christened every room in that house with sex, as we would walk over and check the progress, prior to meeting the owners. But, Brett and I would bet, how long, Julie and whomever, and their four kids, with mom, spending her whole day, driving this way and that, would last being so far out of town? So, for some reason, after the Kay incident, that led to, well, actually, she was just part of the reason, for the break-up, but, I started making her name, synonomous with Julie's, because, I felt that Brett, was now in love with Kay . . . and after the planned weekend, so the two could get together, and I, truly, felt that Kay and Brett went better together, due to the fact that I was dying, or thought I was, and seeing, Brett, looking at Kay's picture, on the board, just outside the kitchen, with Kay in shorts, mountain biking, Brett and her enjoying their conversations, that week end, about common books they had read . . . hint, or seeing him, willingly help her around the house, and on walks, she would race him back, while I just wanted to walk . . . an pretty sure, he sneaked upstairs, while I was asleep, to have sex, and also, with them, both, wanting me to watch, Big Love, the movie about polygamy, and me being beyond disgusted, at their acceptance of the principle, maybe them thinking, since Kay and I were friends, and I was dying, that I would allow another partner . . . fuck NO!, but I thought, Brett, being three years younger than me, needed a more active partner, and, being less than impressed by his actions, and hers, both acting like I was not there, maybe wishing this woman would, just get it over and die, that it was better, if he parked her boat in his garage, rather than he in MINE! so to say, and from that weekend on, basically, ditched out of the relationship, even though I had no place else to go! Brett acted like it was his choice, as to whom he wanted to go with, and I said, no, and made him leave my, family reunion, before it was over, because of his antics with Kay . . . I think a lot of this, is the result of being pissed at me, and me, basically removing myself from the, anticipated, lover's triangle . . . no fight, you get KAY! I am sure, she became the Good Wife . . . and I the shitty one, because I didn't give a rat's ass, after that . . . until about a year and a half later, when I wrote him at Valentine's Day, with 57 screens at Dixie College reading what I was writing! Brett called me, immediately after getting the vintage Valentine, and said he had moved on, and it was too late, but, he often wished, that we were back together, and making love, in front of the fire, making love under the stars, or watching elk raid the church hay, or wild turkeys, cross the roads . . . some of the best times of my life! The first morning after Brett, begged me to stay the night, I woke up to a mountain full of sunflowers . . . fall leaves, with us, making love under a tree, hiking, making love at the top of a mountain, and spending the afternoon, discussing various subjects, sitting on the rocks, near the gas pipe line . . . extremely happy, the first three months . . . and after, but the trust was gone. All I wanted to do, was leave him after Kay, all died, and I felt he was better with her, and it appears so! Ironically, enough, the title of the article, released, January 17, 2010, when I filed the amended, complaint in the Brock's case, had the title of, No Big Love In Utah, New York Investment News, play on polygamy! And Kay ended up with the man and the case . . . why? she was willing to share? Whatever, I want, one man, one love, for the rest of my life, and in Mormon terms, for time and all eternity, not too much to ask for . . . in fact, I thought, Kay would be a phase, and for, 4 years, thought, still or after leaving Brett, that I would, let him be with Kay, now, in exchange for later! LOL . . . that was, until I met, Shane Clark . . . all bets off . . . shocked, attracted, gorgeous, prime stock, for sure . . . they killed him, for my attraction to him, I am sure! I had given, Shane, a copy of, Elliot's, CD, the record deal with Sony, knew he would like it . . . actually, gave it to his sister, who was to pass it onto Shane, he could have been killed for a number of reasons, proof, of the band, the CD, never released? But, I was watching this true crime show . . . a woman, with a personality, much like mine, with a boyfriend, husband, she was divorcing, and her ex-husband, who she was thinking about getting back together with, all being at the same place, at the time, this fun, loving, dancing, fool of a woman, was murdered and disappeared. She had a brother, who looked just like Shane did, and he was so pissed, as Shane would have been, passionate, who wanted justice, and after waiting and not getting it, committed suicide, but it was interesting, on his tombstone, the name, was indicative of the fact that Shane would have told the truth, could not be bribed, and would have sided with me, against his grandpa, Clark's will, being a friend of my father, both Cedar boys, both probably contacted on the $56.7 million lawsuit, seeing if they could talk their kids out of the suit that was the topic of conversation for months, if not years, and me and Shane, being at the center, plus attracted to each other, not a secret, to the deputy sheriffs, who watched our 3 hour conversations at the jail, with Shane laughing so hard, he had to put his head down on his, muscular arms, with the veins in his bald head, being so full of blood, that they popped out! LOL! Shane wanted to hire me, as his attorney, for about 5 cases, said he had no trouble making money, when he got out. He had surveillance on his house, and I am sure the night, around Christmas, that he called me and wondered why he had not seen me for months, since August and his sentencing, and wanted to see me, was, most likely, the time, he, me, signed, both our death warrants . . . I tried to warn him, when I saw his double. But at the first of this video, with the victim, being something like, Betty Jo, in the early credits, was the name, Shane Bishop, letting me, know, I was right, Shane who smoked, did pot, and loved me, was, I would think, much like my father, the patriarch of the Clark family, had Shane killed, or agreed to have a Mormon ranch and farm hand, replace him, and then making it look, like, in March, 2011, before I lost my St. George house, Shane, allegedly had to go back to jail for something? I think that is when they killed him! Later, some guy, looking like Shane, showed up in the sheriff's department. That alerted me to pay more attention, but also, started me crying, what was a hunch, was true . . . they did kill him, and God just confirmed it. But, on the brother, who looked like Shane's, head stone, is said, Rusty L. Limesomething . . . but Elliot's band, The Ditch and the Delta's, new CD is called, "WE RUST" and the "Y" added to the Rust + Y, is symbolic that Elliot is my son, and the "L" stood for love, and green or lime is a color, that symbolizes my family! I cried, for a long time, after the show ended, because, that guy, was so, Shane and the name so, symbolic, and God revealed for good, what he has told me for years, that Shane Clark was murdered! And the new guy, much like a new, Kennedy, would do, testify, that I am Shelley, or Rachel, or Kay, as Brett did, because one of Shane's old fuck buddies, was in jail with me, and told me, Shelley had been to court, acting like she was ME! The Mormon secret, with bloody hands all over this case! Shane was being bullied into, siding with the Cheeks, who were trying to bring, Kelly Ann Booth on board, the Mormon, criminal defense attorney, ME, who got the attorney's fees and credit of the whole case, when she did nothing more than get her fucking logo on the amended brief, while I fought for Shane, Haylee, and Travis, long after the money stopped, a year earlier . . . but, at the hearing, March, 2011, Shane, could not look at me, I know he was dying at what was happening to the case and to me, who fought for them up to September 2012, when I was finally, run out of the state, or die in jail!
St. George House . . . Where Rachel, Shelley, Brett, Kay, Mark, Cops, Prosecutors and Judges, Extended, Southwick Family, Gang Raped Me, Taking Everything! Me and Nancy Pfister, Both Seen as Treating Others Like Slaves . . . Nothing Could be Further from the TRUTH!
In this second round of legal battles with the powers that be, but this time, with a great home, everything paid for, me throwing parties to show off my client and friend's, photo art, at a Halloween Party, I threw, back in late, October, the 29th, 2010, after winning the house in a law suit, and decorating the whole place, now that it was mine, with Shelley, previously, not wanting anything to do with the messy house, littered with motors, grease, Chris' shit, and a ton of yard work, saying the house was, work, work, work, with nobody from the bank, to Rachel, wanting the house, my father, stating that it looked like a murder scene in the guest house, and Shelley, doing jack shit nothing to help, not paying for anything, nor did Rachel of Chris, not for expenses, utilities, care, repairs, with the kitchen sink, ready to sink into the basement or crawl space, and me, not even wanting to move in, but did to help, Rachel, took over all the house, practicing law there, taking care of about 10 people, paying the kids, to work, running kids out, protecting teens from pregnancy, drugs and worse, working my ass off, about 22 hours a day, until cases were handled, property cleaned, kids, making it to the end of the school year, and basically supporting everyone, driving Shelley to and from work, after Jesse wrecked his car, allegedly swerving to miss a dog, while drunk on his ass, and Shelley giving, Jesse the car, with, me, picking up the slack and paying for the sins of Jesse, making sure, Shelley, could get to her office way across town, and having clients, cases, enough to keep a small law firm busy with no help, joking that I was, housewife in the day and attorney at night, also fighting to save the house, from foreclosure and also, to get Rachel some equity out of her home, so pretty damned busy, working my ass, well, not off, but to the bone, with absolutely no help, other than to undercut me, and enable the kids, to fail school, like, Matt who took until he was 21 to graduate or get his GED! Not only trying to protect my clients, with many, lining up for me to take cases, multi-million dollar cases, but still serving former clients, and going to the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals . . . blah, blah, blah, with Shelley, a loser, Rachel with Kay, losers, and me doing fucking everything. I, in fact, was the family slave!
Crossing the Little Princes and Princesses, of Shelley and Rachel!
So, neither, Rachel, nor Shelley, have any interest, in either caring for their kids, nor helping with food, or utilities, nor the house or repairs, and I spent hundreds, Chris didn't seem to care, other than to make my life miserable, using attorney, Bryan Adamson, to fuck with me, but, one day, about the time school, got out, in 2010, in fact, I believe, 2 days after school was out, I came home from court in Cedar, and the locks on, my house, by now, had been changed. Matt, Stephanie, with the help of Chris, their, lazy ass father, who did nothing but cause trouble, helped pay to change the locks and move, Alan's stuff out in the road, that was Matt's friend, I also inherited with the house, plus Shelley, Tyrone, her youngest son, and all the others, Jesse, Isaac, Alex and her daughter, off an on, all the time for months at a time, but with no other adult helping at all . . . Rachel was with Kay in Cove, Utah, outside Logan, and fighting with Chris over child custody, busy refurbishing Kay's home, getting ready for the kids to come. But, when I saw, Alan's stuff, out on the curb, the only person who had helped me for months, and actually, got up when I yelled, and graduated, because I told him, he was a loser for not graduating, was out, and some, mean, bullying sign, that first got me pissed, then when I could not get into MY house, as the only one paying for jack shit, and caring for it, and, having, by August won the law suit, but not at this point with Chris, trying to get it back the whole fucking time, I felt like I was divorcing him, not Rachel and always protecting her property interests, with Shelley, Me and Rachel, all going to split the price of the home on sale, when it sold . . . but, me doing all the work. I saved it from eviction, Shelley, actually wrote the complaint, that took forever, and I could have written it in one day, but felt she should have a part in it, to get a third of the equity, or sale of the home.
But, that day, when Alan was out, and the locks changed, I kicked Stephanie and Matt out, having fulfilled my promise to court and to Rachel, to care for them to the end of the school year . . . Rachel and Kay had their rooms ready anyway. But, Stephanie and Matt, thought I would side with them, not Alan, wrong bet, he was the only one who helped me stay afloat, with all the responsibility, he was an asset, the others a liability and work! I, like, Christ, think, my mother and father, sister and brother, are those who do my will, and in running the house, Alan had become like a son! And, Matt and Stephanie had PARENTS! The allotted time had come anyway! There was tension that night, as the kids packed up, Stephanie was crying, and I just had no patience for such a thoughtless act, not only to Alan, but to me, who, but for me, that whole fucking house, kids and all would have, who knows what! Shelley and kids too! And this was the thanks I get, fuck NO!!!!!! So, Rachel, while close, was sensitive, because of Stephanie, who never did forgive me, I don't think . . . Matt was cool and sweet, but it took awhile, Emily already tangled with me before, and she was not wanting to be knocked around again! Scott, turned psycho for a while, but settled down, knowing, it was this aunt, who not only was the watching him fall through the cracks earlier, but, was also the one who gave him $200 dollars, to make him promise to stay in school, and he did. He always loved, to have me drive him to school, we would talk, get drinks and shoot the breeze, and got close again. I think, Rachel had hidden resentment, as her and Kay;s relationship went sour, off and on, with me, always timing even my trips back and forth from Montana and Utah, the very day, there was a fight, or divorce, mentioned and me talking to them. But, behind my back, Shelley and Rachel, along with grandpa, who was jealous now, that the house was soOOO, nice, with art, baby grand piano, cowboy collector furniture, custom furniture, track lighting, and people calling the house, a mansion, palace, museum, or castle, the envy, started again, and the lawyer thing, was also getting to them, AGAIN! Life was looking GREAT!!!!!!!
100 DEGREES, FANS ON, AIR CONDITIONING ON, DOORS WIDE OPEN, KIDS ASLEEP, and ME, SUFFERING THE AFTERNOON HEAT In MY LAW OFFICE, PAYING FOR ALL THE BILLS!
Rachel had warned me that the electric bill in the summer, could top, $700 per month, during the heat, so, being the fiscally responsible person I am, while making good money, didn't want to through it out the window and doors. So, each morning, I would rise early, open all the doors, that were many and cool the house, with the early morning breeze and cool, erganomically, with just a few hours in the afternoon, getting a bit, uncomfortable, but not unbearable, and better than a shit load of utilities and bills! So, this was just after school was out, and Rachel's kids gone, and rarely walking upstairs for anything, calling the kids to me, I just happened to go up for something, and noticed, all the doors open, the air conditioning, that was in four zones in the house, on full blast, the ceiling fans on, and the temperature outside rising, hitting the noon, hour and all kids still in bed, but finding this state of affairs, I didn't yell, because that was not my nature, and way of handling things . . . but, I firmly told the kids, and Alex was there, with McKinley, Shelley's granddaughter, running the, TV, 24/7, with Alex, up all night, and then using the TV to entertain, Shelley's granddaughter . . . my computer, and fingers, just did it again, keep adding a "U" to Shelley's name and kids names . . . I, am, JoAnn S. Secrist, the attorney, yes, sitting, strangely enough, at McDonald's where I have been all day, having eaten breakfast, lunch, and soon, I will get a hot fudge Sunday, so you know it is me, not Shelley, who probably has, earlier, versions, after either, she, Frank, or John Bagby, have intercepted, the old cards, every two years, when I expect to get a new one, making it look, like I am the criminal fraud, Shelley, no, I will soon, in about a half hour, near, 6:30 P.M., Mountain Time, not the Pacific time, shown, on the blog posting as if, Kay wrote it, or whomever. But, between Shelley's work machines, huge ass printer, industrial size, computers, and her kids, computers and TV watching, they were taking the lion's share of the electricity and home, 24/7 . . . I was generally in court, or traveling or meeting with clients.
So, I woke the kids up, Alex came out, and told all of them, including Alan, Tyrone, and whomever was wasting tons of electricity, with Shelley, never having paid a fucking penny, and her entitlement, lack of ressponsibility, showed through. So, I am telling the kids, they need to open the doors at night, when it cools off, and then it will cool off for the morning too, and to turn the fans on, but leave the electricity off, all logical, nice, and economical, and saving on electicity. All at once, Shelley, who had lost a tooth, and had all her teeth filed down, looking like the sea witch out of hell, comes storming in the room, screaming me, the one paying ALL, the bills, without one dime from Shelley, protecting her babies, who were just fine and totally respected what I was saying, not complaining at all, just listening, until, Poisiden's, bride Frankenstein, from the deep, weeds of the depths of the sea, starts, swearing, waving her arms at me, and trying to stop me from telling her kids what to do! I was shocked, at her attitude, but not wanting show the kids a bad example, nor being that mad, other than needing to warn them to turn down the air conditioning and giving them ways to cool off the upstairs, where Shelley was also sleeping, with me in Rachel and Chris' master bedroom, but never turning on the air, not once, in a year and a half, probably pissed that she, not the kids, might be uncomfortable. I calmly told her, that if she didn't like the way I was handling the utitlities, being teh one paying, she could and now, would need to go, take my name off the electric bill and put her name on, so she could keep the upstairs just the way she liked it and was willing to pay to have cooled! She NEVER did change the electricity, at Dixie Escalante, into her name! She never paid a water bill, or any utitlities and she never left the fucking house! I paid everything for a year and a half! Verify, Shelley is NOT, me, I have always been the responsible one . . . watch, Deadly Women: Sins of the Sister . . . irresponsible sister, living off the responsible one, fatter one, like me, refuses to stop partying, so the working sister can sleep, and so she decides to thank her by stealing her cash, then killing her, dismembering her body, and setting the bloody gore on fire, burning the sister and the house, so she can clean out all her bank accounts! She gets burned, the cops find the freezer, sister is cut up and buried in, and charge the sister with MURDER! NOW, IN MY CASE, BECAUSE OF SHELLEY'S COP STATUS AND ME, HATING COPS, FOR WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO ME, TEAMING WITH SHELLEY, the criminal, YOU are aiding and abetting the murderer, and chasing the victim, that she is trying to make, look, like is HER, and her, ME, JOANN! Watch that video and rethink . . . going after the wrong woman!
With the Sisters Teaming Together, The House, or My Furniture Was All Taken, About a Year Later, Allegedly to Cover a $33,000 Judgement Against Shelley and Rachel, that They NEVER Told Their Attorney Sister About?
The day before I was to go to Denver, actually, the Friday or Saturday before, May 7, to fly to Denver, the 8th, and to argue at the 10th Circuit, the 9th, doing oral arguments, I was on my way back to the house, 3770 Sugar Leo Road, wearing shorts, driving my truck, and dealing with the bank, and a new law suit, but, about two years from resolving the case, and leaving the next day for Denver, but stopped by Shelley's friend's house, who lived up the street, where Isaac, Ty and Shelley moved, while she was afraid we were losing the house, but I was not, and totally confident about winning this law suit too, which never should have been filed, having won the federal case. And when I saw, Shelley, with Isaac, earlier, in the week, when I didn't run with my tail between my legs, knowing the bank didn't have one hoot in hell chance of winning, never left the house, but Isaac, took a rock and threw it through the kitchen door and broke it, pissed, probably that I didn't fall for their planned bull shit, with him bringing, a gun and marijuana, to the house, or so Ty said, but Shelley, being a third owner, had to worry about her loser kid, Elliot is my problem and he was NO PROBLEM, being as responsible as his father and his mother!
But, Shelley said, everything is gone . . . what? . . . everything it gone. What are you talking about? She said, just go home, I think they thought, I was YOU! Why would they think that, if you didn't tell them that? Just go look. I had talked to Jean Dickson, Constable, and she knew damned well who I was and that it was my house! The first time I met her, and seemed to recognize her from my AG days, and training cops, said, my whole house would fit in your foyer. I said, yeah, and you decided to be a cop, and i decided to be an attorney. No offense intended, just the cruel hard facts, my style. I don't think she like that, but she knew who I was, and I contacted her, after my phone lines had been cut and other problems, long before the raid happened. I believe, Shelley was working with Jean, colluding, and I was not a named defendant, anyway, so taking my furniture, was 100% WRONG! But, I went to the house, and the whole damned thing, without even a tooth brush was gone . . . no clothes, no law practice, no briefs for the Brock case, no client contact information, no files, no furniture, NOTHING! Jean Dickson, said the boys up north, Mark SEAL, told her to do it! Oh, so a named defendant in the $357 million law suit, is giving orders and the case tomorrow? And NOBODY, can make the CONNECTIONS between DOTS! FUCK, YOUR STUPID!
I flew to Denver anyway, and the FBI, canceled oral arguments, or Kay argued the case, and the rest is history, she became one of ME, took the money, and stayed ME!
I FELT LIKE I HAD BEEN RAPED! WAS!!!!!!!
After moving to Parowan, around June of 2011, marrying who, I thought was, Allan Rex Bess, but was Frank, whom was hooking up with Shelley, as me, assigned to take down, the real JoAnn, as they did the real Allan. But, I had been working out a deal with Wells Fargo Attorneys, to get $75,000 to take off the lien I put on the home, when this shit started happening, ironically, the first day, Allan the real, and I spent some time together, at his then house in Parowan, me stopping by, telling him I loved Panguitch Lake, and might take him up on being paid by him giving me one of the three Bess lots. I talked to Allan the next day, called him, which I never did, but this is, going back to the April before the house was stolen, but, I think, the percipitating event, leading to taking the house, finding the posted note on the door, after getting back, April 18, 2011. I called Allan, and said, I thought they, judges, banks, Shelley, Rachel, were going to try to take the house, after I got it in great shape, all clean, won the federal case, etc. He said, as long as I have a house, you have a house . . . I will move to the cabin and you move in mine. That statement sealed his death!
I didn't see Allan, between April 18, 2011, and well, never saw him again. But, before taking his house or offer, I decided to try to collect the $75,000 I felt I was out, by way of personal property, having nothing to do with Rachel, who thanks to me, telling her to hurry and take what she wanted, early in the divorce property division, seeing Chris took the last $24,000 our of their joint bank account . . . actually the only property Rachel, got was that which she took when I told her and Kay to get it the fuck out of the house and up to Logan. I told her to keep the kids up there too, but she didn't listen and lost custody of Emily and Scott, who lied about there mother, and whatever. I made the mistake after the house was taken, to mention to my father, about the $75,000 I was getting from Wells Fargo and was just in the process of finalizing and i think he intervened or Shurtleff, Shelley, cops, whomever, and it was actually, Shelley and Rachel who split that, and I got nothing . . . Shelley had a white shitty, Deseret Industry couch, and her office equipment, Rachel took what she wanted, leaving all the rest, I not only got all my furniture, paid for in CASH, taken, but was cheated out of the money to cover the property loss, and the only one losing out, property wise!
I am not sure what happened, because, I moved up to Parowan, and the bank, started pressuring Rachel to lift the lease . . . I can't remember if I had her sign it or me, but, I refused and advised Rachel not to sign, until we got some money . . . she acted all confused, and probably did. But, the lien, kept the bank from selling the house, or at least from making it look like it was sold . . . I think Shelley was to get my furniture, and move in, had things gone as planned, with her just taking MY identity, way back them. But, Shelley or Rachel, or both, with news making it back to me, turned the air conditioner up, so that my electric bill would be astronomical, in fact it may have, but at that point, I didn't care . . . we just didn't like her! I think, as I settle in, up in Parowan, Shelley and Rachel got the money and split it, with me losing on the house, all my property, and then the money, with them benefiting every which way . . . Daddy's dirty girls!
