It Looked Like James Just Drove Down the Street!
I swear, there was this biker, rolling around Kalispell, last week, that looked just like James, alleged Kennedy, and now, someone just cruised by on a bike, looking exactly like Kennedy . . . is he following me? When James first met me, he thought I was younger than he was, so I asked him how old he was, and he said, 62 . . . but, when I asked him what year he was born, he said, 1961, which would make him 6 to 7 years younger than myself, which is closer than most of the men I am attracted to, so who cares. I am a born interrogator, and I don't think that Mr. Kennedy(?), I always play their covers, is used to do much more than getting women in bed, with pick up lines, corny as they are, it worked with the last attorney, he left, in San Antonio, Texas, but it didn't work with this gal! But, after he used all his lines with me, and none of them worked, I would ask him just basic family issues, and he didn't know the answer, or he would change, later on . . . like, how many children to you have . . . now, maybe he was being honest, and really didn't know, had them floating all over the country, where women were dumb enough to get it on with him, planting seeds all over the country, like Johnny Appleseed! I think my first gut feeling about him, was right on . . . some men are better memories! One time he said, he had 11 kids, and then he told me he had 9, so? I did have the girls in the office, check his paperwork at the Mission, to see what year he was born, they said, he was 50 something, so?
Like, I took off from taking his advice, going to Durango, but I was two weeks late, due to getting poisoned in Butte, at least two times and maybe three, went to Kalispell, where at least someone could identify my body, when I died, and originally, and as far as he knew, I told him, that I was not going to Durango, so I can't be mad that he never showed up . . . or at least, as something more substantial than a ghost or spook! But, I swear, that everything for a while after I got to Kalispell, after going to Durango, when I recovered, in search of Kennedy, I would hear the name, James, James scriptures, James newscasters . . . making me think, that maybe, he was right for me. I was talking to a friend, this morning, who text me, at 3:00 a.m., just as I turned on the news! Really? Another spook? She also, sends me a text, just minutes after I get back in town, freaking me out? But, the NSA, FBI boys and girls were all over my cell phone, as we discussed things and one of those things was Kennedy. Right after I hung up the phone, with echoes, echoes, echoes, that she was trying to cover, and say, she did this or that . . . no, this has happened a million times with me, all of the sudden, I hear my own echo, as if I am in a canyon or a large warehouse, that is empty, and the only thing I can hear is my own voice, bouncing off the bare walls! Congress, you want to fund this shit?
James Pindell and Jeff Flake, aka, CIA Actors
After we talked, the first name on the news, was James Pindell . . . pretty clean, clear, Intel, without much question, we all know what a pin # is and what it is connected to, and "dell" is a brand of computer! The next name that came on, was Jeff Flake! Now, you have to know the history of that name, before you can make a connection to Kennedy or Angel. I met, a Dave, was the first name this dude used, allegedly, a Stanford Ph.D. . . . at least the FBI Dating Service, who matches personalities, know, that I am not going to settle for some dumb ass, and Dave, had also worked for the CIA and NSA, respectively. It is not that I hate them, I just know their roots, the Mo's that want me dead, at least 70% Mormon, which he assured me, he was not. But, I still thought, he is too smart, and also cute, must be a spook or ghost, and he would disappear, without us, me or my cousin, who he allegedly rented a house from in Beaver Dam, Arizona, knowing or being able to get a hold of him. He was also, wearing disguises, to either appear to be incognito, for my sake, or to make me think he was ditching the government, who he allegedly used to work with, or he was up to something else, but he would never talk, unless there was a cover over us, or white noise, and he would warn me how horrible the CIA was, and about things they had done in other countries, and I better be careful writing about them on my blog . . . my response, fuck them; I have a first amendment right to say, write and do what I want!
Me and Dave, cozied up right away, while he was teaching me about the deep web and the dark Internet, which he was using as a hook, to help me secure my blog better, so all these assholes who sponge off my blog, and get kick backs, for my writing, so, I was very grateful, and he was very smart in an area, that I am deficient in, and that is technology, and computers, having missed 10 years, while dealing with the governments bull shit or whatever they did to me, which was something, and fucked my brain, but I came back stronger, so I can forgive them, but, I loved what he taught me, but I think, that he was showing me this, to bury my blog deep and dark in the web, giving the CIA, who the programs were made for, total, absolute control and access, rather than having to fight me on a daily basis! I hate fighting them for what is rightfully mine! God-dammit! But, I already had my suspicions, like I do with all guys who I meet, since they have sacrificed 200 agents on the JoAnn Alter of a Relationship or Honey Trap! I fucking loved talking to him! Dig smart . . . and he was smart! But, I asked him if I could educate the world via my blog on the web information, and he said, yes, but call me, Jeff! Clue that he is using a double identity, and I knew he was CIA, or something. And after, I left Vegas, 10 days later he was allegedly tasered by the cops in Littlefield, Arizona, and died, showing hostility to the cops, like Michael Brown in Ferguson, who I had been writing about, with the Vegas HEAT all over my ass, so I left!
But, allegedly, Dave was not Jeff, he was Michael O'Donnell! So, if you take the symbolic representation of my morning Intel, James Kennedy = James Pindell = Jeff Flake . . . or a fake! I have no problem with undercover work, covert ops, or people who actually work for the covered agencies, under the Patriot Act, but what I do have issues with, is them, not working on my side, verifying who I am, and aiding and abetting the fakes, who work or were put in motion by the CIA, FBI and Mormon, Mitt Mafia! That I do have a problem with! When I hit town, and start writing, there is an alarm that goes out with the fakes, because, what are they going to do when Shelley is in Texas, Rachel in Mendon, Utah, and Kay, in Whitefish Montana, all being themselves, and JoAnn S. Secrist, me, is writing from Butte, Bozeman, Kalispell, or Durango? The answer, is send a "honey trap" guy, and when he hits it off with me, he reports that it is Shelley, Rachel or Kay, the main gals, Sue and Tiff are later! Then, as I have a relationship, or write, there is a solid, eye witness who will lie for the team, and fuck me again, over and over again . . . that is why I leave, and leave, and leave, until I can separate enough from the doubles, without a bull shitter, to lie for them, which is endless, because, everyone, eventually does, takes the money and runs, and in James case, they will give him, whatever blogs, contain his name, and he gets the dough! Saw a sign of that, this morning as the shuttle I was on, pulled into, Conrad . . . con law chick rad!, but a sign, said, GET SOME . . . ass? money? thinking of James right then!
The one upside of the FBI Dating Game, is that cops have known me for 20 years, as someone, they both love and hate! Back in the day, of asset forfeiture, which seems to be a hot point, either to love or hate me, they at least respect me, and many, back in the day, probably rookies, must have wondered how, one female attorney, kicked the shit out of a nation of cops . . . my effect, extended, way beyond the boundaries of Utah, and the legislature . . . put me on the map, and also, brought focus on sisters, and father, who they then turned around and used against me. But, at the time, back in 1997, Barbie was not better looking, great hair, great clothes, cute figure, and SMART . . . what better combo of women? I believe, that some of these guys have had crushes on me, since 1997, and now they get a chance, but, I don't look as good, but can . . . it is kind of love me, or I will destroy you . . . and visa versa, for me too! It seems to be a zero sum game on both sides! So, if things look like they are going well, this cop gets the trophy . . . of course James, was avenged 7 times for his sin of getting close to me, but the penalty, even for being with me, could be death! I cut him slack, because he got shot! At least he had a Braveheart, and tried, before taking the money and running, which is the case, with most. Some entertain the thought of love over money, but is seems, if I am not right on with them, and they have to work for me, they bail and go for the money, which appears to be the case . . . too hot to handle! Money, money, money!
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