Washington, D.C., Pope Dedicated, Park Bench, Homeless Man Under a Single Blanket, His Feet, With the Marks of the Nails, Sticking Out . . . Entertaining Angels!
A Human Tragedy Struck Missoula, Montana, Friday Night Or Saturday Morning . . . Homeless Native American . . . Brutally Murdered or Mauled to Death!
Yesterday morning, when I wrote this blog, I knew nothing of the events that took place last week, at the hospital, other than seeing the crime scene investigation van, several cop cars, crime scene tape, later more cops, and the general location of the crime, also noting the possibility of a mountain lion attack, having seen, tracks, just 150 yards, or so away from the crime seen, and heading in that direction. But, when I got back to the Poverello Center for dinner, I talked to Bongo, former roadie for Van Hallen, current roadie for Pearl Jam, and he had a friend with a father, that is a cop. Bongo, saw totally shaken by what his friend told him of the crime scene . . . a lot of blood, he was freaked out and said, the hospital would be sued--it's not the hospital's fault . . . they are not responsible for every person who ventures onto their property, unless there is some negligence, on the part of the hospital, within the general good practices, of hospitals and private property owners! If a woman, chose to sleep, on a cement slab, that probably no one knew about, even with security, generally at night driving around, all hospital owned sites, and walking the perimeters, if the woman was alive, she likely hide from security, or they would have thrown her out or told her to get off the property! They sure as hell, would not have let her stay there--probably would have sent her down to the Pov, but many Natives and Montanans alike, if it is one degree above freezing, like to be outside, part of the culture, tough country!
But, apparently, the scene was gruesome and very bloody, baffling cops, who would not have, seen, if it were a mauling, and as gory as the death sounds, I am leaning more and more toward an animal attack, rather than a human attack. Just logic alone, would tell you, that if the scene was bloody and terrible, with as much traffic, day or night, going along Broadway, as I have walked many a night, middle of the night, alone, and have run into several other people also, either coming back from clubs, or eating at the Oxford, like is my direction, when I am out late, of just getting into or leaving town, or there are homeless guys and gals, walking along with sleeping bags, and backpacks, and I would guess to pull of something that horrendous, if Bongo's fears are right, it would take a predator, sneaking, and stealth, like a mountain lion, quiet, low enough to go undetected, behind the cement retaining wall, and the death may have occurred, say at 3 or 4 A.M., when the streets and sidewalks are less traveled, which is the time a smart cat, would attack!
Go figure, a person, is taller, would or could have been seen, or noticed, especially, if they were bludgeoning someone to death, pulverizing them, they would most likely, be exposing a whole lot more than a cat, would given the difference is size and abilities. The deer, are all over the place, some behind the Imagination Nation Brewery, and where the deer are, there are cats, following them. My bet is on the big cat . . . horrifying as that is, better an animal, doing this, than a human predator, who might strike again! With a cat, it is instinct, with a human, it is total depravity! Just a note, about a woman, who fits the description, and what I knew about her, if it is the lady . . . she was a Native, and she, recently lost her lover of 27 years, whom she lived with, and when he died, she lost her home too. I know, she stayed at the Pov for a while, right about a month ago, but didn't feel right, I am sure, feeling displaced, she was a bit, clingy, which never works for me, seemed to need, to connect, which I am sure anyone losing a significant other, of 27 years, would be. I am generally a loner, very protective of my privacy, but very social on the other hand . . . a regret, she tried, recently to talk to me at the bus terminal, but I was into the music I was listening to! You never know, when someone needs to talk, just do it! Damn it, this poor woman, made contact with me several times, since getting back, into Missoula a week or so ago . . . you just never know, but her death is not going unnoticed!
And if I know anything about, Native Americans, their culture, the way they take their last names, I am sure, if thiw woman, had her preference, she would rather die, by an act of nature, rather than, by the hands of some man . . . devoured in the spirit of a mountain lion, taking her back to the mountains we all love, might have been as many said, who die, not necessarily doing what they love, but being enveloped, back into Mother Nature, becoming part, of what Natives, and Montanans in general reverence and love, the mountains, being carried, back in one of her creatures, of great majesty, prowess, and esteem . . . rest in peace, now! The hugs and kisses, I neglected to give you in life! Sorry . . .
LET ALL COME IN THE DOORS, JUST THE WAY THEY ARE . . . OPEN DOOR POLICY, IN THE "JUBILEE YEAR OF MERCY!" THE PASTOR, OPENED THE DOORS TO ST. FRANCIS XAVIER'S CHURCH TODAY, IN A SYMBOLIC GESTURE TO ALL, TO COME!
Mercy Reconciling the World
"Leaning against the doors of the cathedral, the purple stain of his cope hanging just above the mud-caked him of his alb, Francis prayed in silence for the people of the Central African Republic (CAR) and for the people of the world. Here, amid war and violence, he would push open the doors of mercy--for the first time in history beginning a Jubilee Year not in the center of Rome, but in a place peripheral to Western consciousness. Here he stood: among a people wounded by sectarian violence and civil war, a people impoverished by systems over which they have little control, a people filled with joy at the presence of a Pastor who loved them and saw them and touched them without fear. Like Paul amid the Gentiles, Francis came as one impelled by the love of Christ, to proclaim this gift of mercy and to affirm, in his own body, the gospel of reconciliation offered to God's beloved. In his voice and touch, his smile and laugh, his tears and his muddied shoes, the Spirit of Christ took flesh in Francis, as he went from hospital to arena, from cathedral to mosque. Speaking more eloquently in deed than in words, the Vicar of Christ allowed himself to become Christ's sacrament of reconciliation for those he encountered."
This will be a Year of: Seeking Mercy, Celebrating Mercy and Living in Mercy!
P.S., a special note of thanks to the young female musician, violinist, who played Christmas music at the Poverello Center, Friday night for dinner, simply, beautiful, and she promised to come back again! Please do. Thanks to the School of Social Work or Sociology, the soft sciences, the humanities students, the departments with a heart, who brought, backpacks, gloves, hats and scarfs to the Pov., and to the new wool quality socks, that were purchased by a single donor, with three nice, warm, wool socks, in each package, plus the coats, donated and the nice long sandwiches and chips the other night . . . nice snack and treat! I love the gloves, the Columbia brand backpack, and the red Christmas socks! Thanks for caring!
Three Cop Cars, Crime Scene Tape, Crime Scene Investigation Van . . . Probably Just a Homeless Person, Clerk, Hospital
Hey, I'm homeless, and walking tall! As I got back to the Poverello Center, for the homeless, like me, the talk and buzz around the dinner table and later, was, the dead women, that was found, at the hospital. There was speculation, as to what caused her death, freezing, murder, exposure, natural causes . . . and I added my two cents, I saw, what I believe, somewhat, not expert, but, with experience, having had close encounters of the worst kind, twice with mountain lions, but, I saw, directly cross the street, from the hospital, above the new parking area, near some medical buildings, mountain lion traces! The tracks, got my attention, in the newly fallen snow, given the huge ass stride, and the over sized, paw prints, that, were heading, on a collision course, with the same area of the hospital grass and cement patio, that the victim was found, dead at, as I read in the newspaper this morning.
I think the reason these prints, stood out to me, was that recently, I watched, as I have been known to do, a true crime, show, where a two year old child was dancing out in the sunshine, on morning, without clothes, and the two family dogs, attacked her . . . cops didn't believe her parents, who said the girl, said, it was the dogs, as her step-father found her, and carried her to the house. Of course, there would be suspicion, given she was undressed, a stepfather, bruises all over her body, and a huge hunk of flesh, taken out of her thigh. After being convicted, of their daughter's death, both parents, went to prison, and had been in 5 years, before, they contacted some legal advocacy group, who looked into the case again, and new evidence was presented to the judge, that had not come out in trial, and the judge could clearly see from this new set of pictures, that the large flesh wound, on her leg, did look like dog bites, and the scratches, that had not shown up, in the pictures, presented at court, showed in these new pictures, and it was evident, that people could not have scratched her, so many times.
One of the residents, at the Pov, stated that he walked by the crime scene and saw a ton of blood . . . well, then it can't be freezing or natural causes, then can it. So, it is either murder, or, my theory, that a mountain lion, may have come down into town, in search of food, and she may have had some on her, as most homeless people will do, taking advantage of free giveaways, of bread, sack lunches, and left overs from the Pov dinners, or she could have been having that time of month, and without being at the shelter, or having a place to live, she may have gone some time without a shower, and may have smelled, drawing an animal predator in her direction. My daughter, Greta, has a master's degree in Natural Resource Management, and just last week or so, she told me that she was reading an article on the fact that, animals, are evolving, getting smarter, and the more humans and animals interact, it is changing their instinctual patterns, and creating, in some cases, like master breeds of predators, and other species of like hybrid animals . . . humans are much easier prey, than a deer, or elk, and, from what I have heard, that once a mountain lion or a bear, become too comfortable with humans, they are much more dangerous. So? I warned hospital maintenance men, about the possibility of a mountain lion, being close, and told them to notify staff to be careful, now that it is winter, and animals are hungry, can stalk, prey, and track people . . . happened to me twice.
Support for My Theory--Mountain Lion Tales
When I first pulled into Helena, Montana, the first thing, I heard on the news, was that three mountain lions, a mother and two, fairly well grown cubs, came walking up around the Capitol Building. Shortly after that, I heard, that some woman, up around that same area, up on the hills behind the Capitol, had her front door open, and a mountain lion ran in, went downstairs where her nephew was, and she called him on the cell phone, warning him not to open his door, and she opened the back door and it ran out. Another acquaintance of mine, I met, while in Helena, worked as a security guard, nights at the Capitol, and one night, fresh snow, she did her rounds around the Capitol building grounds, and she felt like someone was following her. She was so freaked out, that when she got off her shift, she, walked around her night rounds, in the morning light and saw, mountain lion tracks, right behind her! She now works at Walmart! I can't say I blamer her!
Last Christmas time, I was up in Kalispell, and I had attended a night lecture at the college, the buses were not running, so I walked back to where I was staying, and who, knows where that was . . . but, I was on the road, back of the college, houses and apartments on one side of the road and forest on the other side, meadows, pine trees, and a farm house, way off the road. But, as I walked toward Kalispell Regional Medical Center, hitting the metal road guards, I heard something that sounded, like a growl, of some sort, low, and almost hissing like. I pretended, I never heard it, and kept, walking, and then I heard it again, sounded, like a big cat. I probably did the dumbest thing I could have done, I ran across the street, into the neighborhood, with Christmas lights on, and walked, back up to highway 93, where there was a ton of traffic, and I felt, much safer, that back near the forest . . . never took that route again. The next day in the Daily Inter Lake, there was a picture of a mountain lion, just, laying on a lime of a pine or tamarack tree! Screammmm! I didn't know, where the picture was taken or the name of the road I was on, the night before, never bothered to learn it, but, that might have been my big cat, growler!
This is Montana . . . lions, and tigers and bears, ah ha! The cops will have to check the wounds, get someone to find that the blood or the damage done to this poor woman, about 53 years old, was consistent with the bite marks a mountain lion would make, if they find some merit to my thoughts . . . I am sure, it was not a pretty sight--I saw cops at 9, again at 11, and again, around 1, so, a mess. I called, Detective Guy Baker, at (406)392-3217 and left a message, this morning, like the newspaper, told anyone with any information to do! I have walked passed that front lawn area of the hospital tons of times, and there are generally others, who walk that area too, so if you have any information, saw anything, either late Friday night or early Saturday morning, give the detective a call. The good citizen policy!
"To Catch a Killer" . . . Same Actor As Cop In, "Deadly Matrimony" . . . Connect Dots?
Remember in my title, I mentioned that 99.5% of the cops, do a great job, but, what about that other, .5%? To Catch a Killer, is about serial killer, John Wayne Gacy, who was very connected with the cops in the Shakespeare Precinct, in Chicago, before he moved to Des Plaines, and ran a construction company, which was his vehicle to lure young men, looking for work, into his clutches. But, one of the reasons, that Gacy got away with so much in Chicago, from what I gathered from the movie, was that he was a big shot, and well respected, and even when they did find him, sodomizing young men, and kidnapping, leaving some of them, half dead, barely escaping their own demise, after going to his house for a night of pool, drinking and drugging, to again, get them to let their guard down, so Gacy could have his way with them. Not so unlike, Chicago, the cops, detectives in Des Plaines, ran into road block after road block, with cops and others protecting, that fine, Mr. Gacy! Do not put anyone, above suspicion! Just this week, in Oklahoma, a former cop, was convicted, for pulling women over, making them expose their breasts to him, and give him a blow job! He just happened to get the wrong woman, one who stood up to him, forced the issue, and turned the guy in. He lost his job and got convicted, but, how many years had he been getting away with this behavior, and how many victims, were too afraid to take on a cop?
In the movie, Deadly Matrimony, there were dirty cops, even setting up their own guy, the only good cop, it looked like, the one who dared, turn on a fellow officer, getting him convicted and sent away for life, which is what good cops do, they don't protect, dirty cops. As one dirty cop after another, even setting their fellow officer up, to be shot in a drug sting, with lead officers, telling him to be the one to take the front door, the most dangerous door, while the other officer, basically, stand down, letting one officer take on the Mexican drug cartel, with several men and guns. Lucky for the cop, he ducked, hit his head, and slammed to the ground at the drug runners took off running, after the shoot out! As the cop, confided in his wife, he would always, sarcastically, say, I know, I know, cops don't turn in cops! when he was disappointed, one after one, proving that they were, on the side of the scum bags, joining their fellow officers, in protecting a murderer, mobsters, criminals, and on their payroll, in cop work to cover these gangsters tracks, pressure other cops and prosecutors and help buy judges! Horrible stuff . . . and a mentality, that I am way too familiar with. Anyway, if the evidence starts to mount against a fellow officer, what the fuck are you doing, letting the dirty cop, hide behind the shields of the blue brotherhood, and protecting him . . . you dirty your whole organization . . . look at the Laquan McDonald case in Chicago!
One Bad Apple Spoils The Whole Bunch!
WALKING TALL, SHERIFF, BUFORD PUSSER--MODEL MATERIAL FOR COPS! GREAT MOVIES, 1 TO 3 TO GET THE FULL STORY!
I remember seeing, the movie, Walking Tall, back in 1975, when it first came out, and looking back on it, he was probably a role model for me, as an attorney, who found, very similar corruption, among the rank and file of cops, prosecutors and judges, as was present, when Buford, was trying to clean up his county. As many times as he was shot down, literally, he got up, until the final, alleged car wreck that took place, 3 miles from his home, where he was alone in the car, no other vehicles involved, and the car burned, no witnesses and a single, police officer, making the final report of this famous sheriffs final hours. There should have been an investigation, into the murder, of Sheriff Pusser! At the end of Walking Tall, II, the sheriff, goes up, and falls into a trap, with a parole, telling him, he is surrounded, law enforcement all over out the boarding house, and to stand in front of the window, throw his gun out . . . big mistake to think that the guy didn't have more than one, and as the Sheriff kicked the door down, the guy shot him in the gut, but the sheriff killed the guy, before he got hit gain. But, all the bullets that he took the day his wife was killed, almost killing him the first time, then this time, with the whole fucking town, watching, and nobody, knowing what he was up against, not the federal agents, who told him, the FBI was looking into his case, because it clearly involved, interstate, conspiracy to commit murder . . . so, where was he, why did the investigation stop, or maybe it didn't?
You know, it is amazing to me, that someone, who has the guts, to stand up against, organized crime, corruption, fight for the rights of the oppressed, for the right, is just left, to fight this battle alone? Why? My truck, like Buford's cars, was tampered with, the O rings cut, the engine fucked, even the transmission, my houses taken, cars blown up, I was not shot, but poisoned, and now body, raises an eyebrow? And if I died, and the thought, not only crossed my mind, but, several women at the Poverello Center, that, woman, could have been me, and they worried, rightly so, until I walked through the doors, later than usual, feeling that I should not go back to the Poverello for dinner, as I did, missing lunch today . . . when you deal with corruption, you start to get a sixth sense, you can smell undercover, or paid, undercover, you notice, two allegedly unrelated or unknowing, suspected, dirty cops, undercover, and see them, colluding in the corners, sending a glance here, or a glance there, or they may even comment, on your tardier than normal coming in from the cold, at night, and you wonder, HOW? what drives these men, women, to turn on the good, on the noble, on the right, on the law abiding, and protect the dirty, the corrupt, the wicked, the known killers, and help them against, someone fighting for the community, for morals, values, the Constitution, that protects all of us . . . HOW?
How Can I Write Over 750 Blogs, Detailing, Dates, Names, Places, Even Where I Am, And With All the Technology, Cops, Still Can't Figure Out Whom I Am, and Who the Crooks, Doubles, Liars Are? HOW?
I have never seen, Shelley, Rachel, Kay, Susan, Tiffany, Hope, Ann, Kelly Ann, or one of the many women, claiming to be me, walk through, the doors of the Pov, with surveillance cameras on all exits, entrances, up in the woman's dorm halls, the yard, and outside the doors, which is so easy to verify, so, HOW? WHY? FOR WHAT? I almost give a play by play, real time, where I am, what I am doing, even who I am with . . . so, how can this be confusing? I am 5'7", the shortest of my sisters, but for Tiffany or Marcie, who are right there, give a half inch or so on either side. But, Shelley, Rachel and Sue, all stand, inches above me. I watch those TV shows, with art imitating life, not the other way around, showing, like on FBI shows, like, Person of Interest, or real crime show, that there is technology, that can mark the height of a person, so, being a good 3 to 4 inches shorter than say, Rachel, even being blonde and blue eye, the height, not to mention the weight is a great indicator. Hell, the differences are so easily marked, with the naked eye, let alone with technology. I outweigh Rachel, and all of them, easily, by, probably 100 pounds, and you can't see the difference? They all have fake boobs, come on! The first place a guy looks! LOL! Fuck, I am afraid to lose weight, you can't tell the difference now, what would happen, if I got down to my normal weight before they fucked with me, of 140 pounds? SERIOUSLY? Being mentally retarded, is the ONLY explanation other than, being down right corrupt! SERIOUSLY . . .
Pusser Was A Man Not Taken With Boobs! Especially in Criminal Chicks, Sent as Honey Traps!
I love the scene, where the alleged, blonde master's student, comes into the sheriff's office, really on the pay roll of the sheriff's enemies, trying to entice him, through male folly to go with her to the lake cabin, where there is an ambush and hit men, waiting for him, to get rid of the sheriff, once and for all, and he asks this woman, sporting, sex and brains, allegedly, but Buford is seeing right through her, as is his secretary and his deputy, but shhhh, she thinks she is too hot for him to resist, being a man and all, with a dead wife, of over a year, and she tells her boss, oh, I know, when a man wants me, and he does. But the sheriff, gives in, to her request to take her driving around the back roads of the city, and county, while she learns of the history, that is her story, to get him away from the office . . . but, he asks her, how she spells her last name, with one "L" or two 'LL.s" as in Stilman. She tells him on "L."
The cunning sheriff, just lets, things roll, and while she is right in front of him, slipping into something more appropriate, exposing her nice breasts, while he is taking her binoculars, and sees, to two waiting snipers, and she is still thinking her feminine ways and charms will work on him, weak men as they all are, he starts by telling her, that there are no students, enrolled at the university at all, with her spelling or name, and then he rapid fires off her criminal record, prostitution, theft, etc., not giving a rat's ass about her body, her looks, her cute new outfit with a blouse, not buttoned, and he hauls her out of the cabin, as his human shield, and protections, while she is yelling and calling him a pig . . . now that is the type of principled, smart man, not driven by nature or his fucking cock, who has a job to do, and does it . . . fake boobs, NAH, liars, NAH, identity theft, NAH, fake attorneys, NAH!
I'm gonna haul your ass in bitch! That should be the response to a fucking lying, conniving, cunt, like this bitches in my case, who claim to be me, charming, good boobs, or what the fuck ever! Good God, you are making all men, look like little, lap dogs and the trough of crime, corruption, and tits and ass, running you around like a bunch of retards! God, please give me something to hold onto . . . this is not a beauty contest, or a booby prize, this is my fucking life, my career, my work, my cases, my legislation, my blog, my family, my son's band, and music, and you are facilitating fucking CRIMINALS, not cuter women, with better boobs! GOD!?
In The New Year, The Jubilee of Mercy . . . I Will Try to Be More Merciful In My Attitude Towards Cops, But MERCY!?
Sorry, the year is not over yet! LOL!
Good Cop Shop Watches:
Deadly MatrimonyTo Catch a KillerWalking Tall . . . I Watched Part II
P.S., Experience is a great teacher, but it is a fool, who learns by none other! Even thought these movies are all made in the 70's or the 90's, they are just as timely, and real time, now, and something, that will inspire, even the most coptic, cynical cop's attention and admiration, unless, of course they are dirty cops! Patience, there is a new year coming! I am going to set a new years resolution, to be kinder, more understanding, and I don't think I can be any more patient, death is knocking daily! This poor women, was a bit to close for comfort, and I probably knew her face, if not her name . . . I hope, they, if there was a murder, didn't think it was ME! And, I hope it was a mountain lion, at least we don't have a killer person on the loose!
