MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR! DUNBAR.
Catch 22 . . . pages 83 to 84. Major Major had been born too late and too mediocre. Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them. With Major Major it had been all three. Even among men lacking all distinction he inevitably stood out as a man lacking more distinction than all the rest, and people who met him were always impressed by how unimpressive he was.
Major Major's father was a sober God-fearing man whose idea of a good joke was to lie about his age. He was a long-limbed farmer, a God-fearing, freedom-loving, law-abiding rugged individualist who held that federal aid to anyone but farmers was creeping socialism. He advocated thrift and hard work and disapproved of loose women who turned him down. His specialty was alfalfa, and he made a good thing out of not growing any. The government paid I'm well for every bushel of alfalfa he did not grow. The more alfalfa he did not grow, the pmore money the government gave him, and he spent every penny he didn't earn on new land to increase the amount of alfalfa he did not produce. Major Major's father worked without rest at not growing alfalfa. One long winter evenings he remained indoors and did not mend harness, and he sprang out of bed at the crack of noon every day just to make certain that the chores would not be done. He invested in land wisely and soon was not growing more alfalfa than any other man in the country. Neighbors sought him out for advice on all subjects, for he had made much money and was therefore wise. "As ye sow, so shall ye reap," he counseled one and all, and everyone said, "Amen."
Major Major's father was an outspoken champion of economy in government, provided it did not interfere with the sacred duty of government to pay farmers as much as they could get for all the alfalfa they produced that no one else wanted or for not producing any alfalfa at all. He was a proud and independent man who was opposed to unemployment insurance and never hesitated to whine, whimper, wheedle, and extort for as much as he could get from whomever he could. He was a devout man whose pulpit was everywhere.
"The Lord gave us good farmers two strong hands so that we could grab with both of them," he preached with for the bad-tempered gum-chewing young cashier he was after to step outside and give him a nasty look. "If the Lord didn't want us to take as much as we could get," he preached. "He wouldn't have given us two good hands to take it with." And the others murmured, "Amen."
. . . He was polite to his elders, who disliked him (Major Major). Whatever his elders told him to do, he did. They told him to look before he leaped, and he always looked before he leaped. They told him never to put off until the next day what he could do the day before, and he never did. He was told to honor his father and his mother, and he honored his father and his mother. He was told that he should not kill, and he did not kill, until he got into the Army. Then he was told to kill, and he killed. He turned the other cheek on every occasions and always did unto others exactly as he would have had others do unto him. When he gave to charity, his left hand never knew what his right hand was doing. He never once took the name of the Lord his God in vain, committed adultery or coveted his neighbor's ass. In fact, he loved his neighbors and never even bore false witness against him. Major Major's elders disliked him because he was such a flagrant nonconformist.
Since he had nothing better to do well in, he did well in school. At the state university he took his studies so seriously that he was suspected by the homosexuals of being a Communist and suspected by the Communist of being a homosexual. He majored in English history, which was a mistake.
DREAM. BAYERN? ELLIOTT BAY . . . ONLY ONE "T"
I have long felt that, there was some kind of secret FBI or CIA, test, some sort of grading system, that, was a competition, to be ME? Now, under the Constitution, there is no government taking, of life, liberty or property without, either due process of law, notice and a hearing, based on some charges, or payment of true market value for what the government was taking. When, I was married to my 3rd husband, Brett Todd Stuart or Stewart, in a non-solemnized, marriage, as legal in Utah, as any other marriage, and also needed a divorce, prior to the change I the law, I believe to protect, Brett, bringing in a spiritual wife, Kay, as my double, or as me, keeping everything, that he felt, came with the marriage to me, or was connected to me, either, through, name, marriage, childbirth, or inheritance, including, future earnings and he refused to give me a divorce. At one point, he asked me if there was a woman, whom, I thought, was in my class of women, a rival or someone, that I might see as an equal . . . my friend Kay. Soon, thereafter, Brett and I were invited to a dinner with Kay, whom, I had not seen for at least 5 years, that just seemed to come out of the blue . . . but, this scenario, was, recreated over and over and over again, mix, match and attach, for every man, since Kay, but adding sister, after sister to the cop government whores, all pretending to be me.
Now, Brett refused to give me a divorce, refused to sign, even a piece of paper . . . at the time, I never, knew, assumed, or conceived of, how, much, my resume, work history, credentials, or honors and awards was worth, knowing the law, that none of that becomes, public until the person has been dead for 100 years. I waited for 4 years, knowing damned well, that Shelley had been with Brett and now, Kay had, but never in a billion years, now a billion dollars, did I ever think, that my name, and my life, and my children, and grandchildren were up for sale, grabs, or put on the public auction, like slaves were before, the Civil War, long before the Civil Rights Movements, and I could not have dreamed, that as fucked up as the Bush/Cheney presidency was, with the Patriot Act and trashing the Constitution, as just a piece of paper, giving cops, carte blanche, powers, they had NEVER had, nor did, have, before, and seeing the hideous ways, that, taking the old ball and chains of the SUPREME LAW OF THE LAND, would creep in, and haunt, this defender, protector and preserver of the inspired doctrine, that had given me my power in the first place, be twisted, perverted, distorted, and twisted, to take, every red cent, that either I, or my children, and their children, could make!
I my mind, I had this sneaky suspicion, after I left Brett, that, when, I was involved in getting back into the law, working with political groups, dealing with the Constitution, taking cases, that, one by one, I was stripped of any credit and recognition for my life's work . . . in essence, I was MISSING FROM MY OWN LIFE! Case in point: when, Hank or Henry Brock, first, heard, that I was a Constitutional Law Attorney, it took him, 9 months to contact me on a 10 year old, securities case, he had tried to get attorney, after attorney, to take but to no avail? When I swore in my political emails, he told me, that his financial planners, thought that, due to that, I was not the image, they thought, should represent him and his case? Fine. Get another attorney. Each time, I was, posed with, some shit on my case, I gave a clear sign, that, he and Jay Rice were free to get another attorney, if they wanted. No problem. But, each time, he stuck with me; however, the way, he contacted me, on December 17, 2009, on my birthday, and told me, he wanted me, to write and file a complaint on a $357 million securities case, and file it December 18, 2009, by 3:30 PM, having to learn all the federal rules of civil procedure, along with learning how to join the federal bar, and learn to e-file in federal court, seemed to be, shocking, but a test of some sort, and in the back of my mind, I had a gut feeling that, Kay, was somewhere lurking in the background? But, there seemed to be a competition, between, us two attorneys? OH, BY THE WAY, I DID IT!
WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF TEST IS THIS?
Okay, in this dream, only Kay and I, are in a room, and we are both given this, bizarre test, that looked like a kid, drew, circles, with some dots, and odd, unmeasured, circles, and really, not much on the page . . . Kay, started, to go through the test, at professional speed, but, all the answers were, was, simply, marking, a line, that looked like a dash, just a straight, line, marking on top of what was already there? She went through it with great proficiency, while I, being, totally, analytical, and wondering if this was a geometry test, or, some psyche evaluation, or really, not knowing how to attack the test, just staring at the funky, kid drawn circles and wondering what the fuck to do with it, and not knowing, without instructions, what the hell was going on? Kay didn't seem to have any problems, quickly finished the test and turned it in. While I kept looking at the thing, wondering, how she, knew what to do, and I was clueless. I finally, just took the paper, and turned in the test, having, no clue, what the fuck that was all about, and didn't really care, what it had to do with, just glad, to know, I didn't really need to do the test at all.
Then the dream, seemed to jump, more to modern, real time, now, at the Hammond Women's Shelter, or somewhere like it . . . and I believe, that Tracy, a black friend, was with me, or that is what, I remember and she woke me up, from the dream, that morning . . . I am usually, up and gone long before that, time, and had the morning before, been up, dressed, and out the door by 4:00 AM. But, Tracy, seemed to be indicating, to someone in the room, with us, never saw them, that, this was normal, and I had, like a hard time functioning, and this was about the best that I can do? I was having the hardest time, putting my clothes away. Now in real, Tracy, loves to take women, under her wing, and mother them. She wanted to mother me on weight lose, and that went to shit, because, I know what I have to do, the spirit is willing and the flesh is weak, but, I avoided her, and have not seen her for months, or since March, when, I was last in Seattle! But, in the dream, I took some clothes, that were folded poorly, and opened some drawers, and tried to put them in, but, when, I looked in the drawer, it was filled with hay, straw, seemed dirt, and there were like, box elder bugs, or firebugs, all over the place? I was dumbfounded and didn't want to have my clothes touch the drawer! That was the end of the dream, while asleep.
DEANA. AIM. ILLUMINATION. LABELS. VISION.
Doing my usual, brilliant analysis of the dream, and wondering what that nonsensical test was about, made me think of, the section of the book, Catch 22, about the farmer working hard, at doing nothing, but trying, his damn hardest, to appear, to be really working at what he was getting paid, to do, while getting paid to do, nothing, but look busy! I thought, back and got a laugh, out of the fact, that, in retrospect, that is about, exactly what, Kay, has been doing, nothing, but, looking the attorney, wearing the monkey suit, being attorney-like, running around and being me, while I am doing all the work and she is getting credit with the help of the rest of the Girlz Squad and the entire, Boyz Squad of Cops, from top to bottom, believing, that she actually did everything that I have done, as an attorney, from, start to finish, or to real time, including this blog! Elliot's words, MOM, NOBODY READS "YOUR" BLOG, rang in my ear . . . often, both Greta and Dallas, quote my arguments and often, almost word for word, and I think, do they actually, not know, this is their mom, writing this? In my profile, I noticed that, Google or someone, has shown that, my blog account, was started, in August . . . which would make it look, like, she, predated me, starting the blog in September 2SU013.
It is like my kids, have this vision of me, regardless of what, they have seen, being there, discussing my cases with them, and my blogs, with Greta even saying, while I ignored the grandkids, during the elections, being furious, spending, time talking about the issues, and wondering, how the fuck, she, or any of my kids, couldn't know, that, I am the BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK BLOGGER? Nicole never saw me go back into law, never saw my house, never saw the parties, that I had, never saw me going to 5 states, taking cases, but, well, Elliot, didn't see much, but Chris, and Kat, fuck, I would always, crash their house, and Greta and Dallas, were first hand, beneficiaries of money and help, plus being there, most of the time, seeing me work on briefs and going to court? Dallas even had me come down, twice from, Montana, to handle is issues with Dixie State College, now University? Professional brainwashing from the pro's? or wishful thinking? or complete denial? or out right lies? compromised by spouses and lovers? money? PROLOGIX. So, while I was hashing over the dream, so simple, so right on, and knowing that there was truth, to the bull shit and even wondering about some fucked up test, that, would manipulate, the outcome, I was shocked, that after all the GREAT blogs, all the teaching, the training, HOW? I walked into the women's dorm, and right at that second, I looked over and there was DEANA, who is about, 50, has a learning disability, is somewhat, deaf and dumb, can make out some of her words, and she really, is not stupid, but, challenged, and she was holding, a new box of toothpaste, and it was, clear . . . it was the AIM of everyone, from the cops, to the family, to my kids, to the government, to my clients, to the banks, to the courts, to give a lazy ass, loser attorney, who is just pretending to be me, everything, that I have earned, done, written, and created, including KIDS!
KAY, SHELLEY, RACHEL, SUSAN, TIFFANY, OTHERS, ARE THE FARMER GETTING PAID TO LOOK BUSY, BEING ME! LOL. I HAVE WRITTEN ALL 1670 OR SO BLOGS, WITHOUT EXCEPTION, THEY HAVE WRITTEN ZERO!
"TWEET UNTO OTHERS WHAT YOU WOULD HAVE TWEETED OF YOU!" --LUTHERAN CHURCH, BELLEVUE WAY MARQUE. YES, RACHEL, USED TO LIVE IN THIS AREA . . . BUT SHE HAS NOT FOR 15 YEARS! UNLESS SHE STARTED TO COME BACK WHEN, I STARTED TO COME UP HERE? SHE FLIES! FORMER FLIGHT ATTENDANT, UNITED!
I AM ALIVE, WELL, HAPPY AND HEALTHY! ENTERTAINING THE WORLD, DAILY, WITH BRILLIANCE! ANY OF A MILLION, INFERENCES IN THIS BLOG, WOULD GIVE ME A CREDIBLE ALIBI FOR A MURDER RAP . . . SO WHY THE FUCK, CAN'T IT PROVE WHO I AM? YOU ARE THE RETARDED DUMB ASSES . . . THE FIREBUGS OR BOX ELDER BUGS, ARE PLANTS, OF KAY'S, TO PROTECT HER AND FUCK ME . . . I MEET A, THEY CONTACT AND BRIBE, A, I MEET B, AND THEY CONTACT AND BRIBE B, I MEET C . . . AND SO ON AND SO FORTH!
HEAD OVER HEELS!
THEY ARE ALL ILL AND NEED TO BE CHECKED INTO A MENTAL INSTITUTION! JEALOUS, ENVY, HAVING A NEW SHADE OF ENVY, PROFESSIONAL JEALOUSY, IS HUMAN NATURE . . . ALL THESE PEOPLE HAD TONS OF POTENTIAL, TO FUCK IT AWAY, PRETENDING TO BE ONE WOMEN, FEED ON ONE FAMILY, LIE, CHEAT, DECEIVE, AND PRETEND, IT A TOTAL WASTE OF HUMAN POTENTIAL . . . SAD!
THERE IS A BOOK, IN PHINNEY'S BOOK STORE, GREENWOOD, THAT SHOWS, A BRIDE AND GROOM, WITH OTHERS . . . IT IS CALLED, "MY BRILLIANT FRIEND" . . . I AM NOT MARRIED, DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND, AND DON'T REALLY CARE, IF I HAVE ONE OR NOT! LOL! THE CLOWN COPS, NEED THE WOMEN, AND THE WOMEN, NEED THE MEN, THEY ARE ALL, NEEDY AND GREEDY! DESPERATE PEOPLE, DO DESPERATE THINGS!
I AM RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE SECURITY CAMERAS, AT SOPHIA'S PLACE, AFTER HAVING A GREAT LUNCH, GETTING A NEW BAG OF TOILETRIES, AND SOON, DOING TO CATCH THE BUS . . . BECAUSE IT IS THE "ONLY" SAFE TRANSPORTATION!
PERHAPS, THE SEATTLE POST INTELLIGENCIER . . . CAN FIGURE THIS OUT? FUCK? IDIOTS? SO GOD-DAMN, EASY? EZ MONEY, TOO TEMPTING, BUT SERIOUSLY? IT IS THE LAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IDENTITY THEFT, TO THE TUNE OF A BILLION DOLLARS? GET REAL! ELLIOT, HAD TO PLAY BALL, WITH THE MOB, TO BE FREE TO ENJOY HIS MUSIC, 20 YEARS IN THE MAKING! KIDNEY DISEASE . . . JUDGE NEY IS THE MAN, FORMER COP, WHO MARRIED ME TO THAT, FUCKING FAKE ASS, ALLAN REX BESS, AKA, FRANK OF INTERPOL . . . HE JUMPED AT THE CHANCE TO MARRY ME, PROBABLY FOR THE BRAGGING RIGHTS, AND FOR MY KIDS! SOME FUCK, THAT DEDICATED HIS LIFE TO THE COUNTRY, STILL IS NOT ENTITLED, TO KEEP MY LIFE, FAMILY, LAW DEGREE AND KIDS . . . HE TOOK, OUR WEDDING LICENSE OUT OF THE GLASS FRAME AND REPLACED IT WITH THE CATWOMAN SYMBOL! YEAH, SHELLEY IS A BITCH ASS COP, PRETENDING TO BE ME, AND TO BE AN ATTORNEY, AND ALL THE COPS ARE CHEERING, FOR A DUMB ASS, BORING CUNT, TO STEAL ALL I EARN, AND DO, FOR ONE OF THE GIRL SQUAD, SHE CRIES, SHE WANTS TO BE ME, KAY WANTS TO BE ME, AND RACHEL, WANTS TO BE ME, SUE WANTS TO BE AN ATTORNEY, TIFF, IS MAJOR MAJOR . . . SHE JUST WANTS TO BE PART OF THE GIRLZ SQUAD, STILL DADDY'S GIRL!
GROW THE FUCK UP . . . KEEP THE BEDROOM AND THE WAR ROOM, BOARD ROOM, BORED ROOM, AND SITUATION ROOM, SEPARATE! SHOCKINGLY STUPID TO MIX THE TOO! I SMELL SEX AND . . . WHAT THE FUCK EVER.
