Lone Wolf Terrorist, I Am Not . . . I Have, However, Ditched My Cell Phones, One a Month, Because of NSA Shit--Guess That Got Me In Hot Water!
I am going to tell you three stories, that are straight up, a violation of my rights of privacy, free speech, protection from unreasonable searches and seizures, without probable cause of committing a crime, due process and equal protection, for violating my life, liberty and property, including cruel and unusual punishment, and many more civil rights, if I were to take the time to think more about it, but I rarely think when I write these blogs, I have tons of real life experiences, law practice stories, cases, and other information floating around in my head, at any given time, without doing much more than walk to McDs to get a Diet Coke or to some other establishment, to get a bite to eat, or to use their Internet . . . one of the downsides to being homeless! But, even when I do have a home and Internet, I choose to get out of the house, and mingle with the commoners! LOL! Just kidding . . . this first story just happened last night!
Encrypted Cell Phone Messages From Friend In Kalispell--3 of Them?
So last week, I tried to call my friend, in Kalispell, the owner of the Granite Peak Grill, with an A+ rating on her food, totally great, one of the reasons I love to go visit, she always whips up one of grandma's recipes and feeds me free, in exchange for having me her retained attorney--will work for food! LOL! I was not able to text or call her, on her cell phone either . . . now, we had been communicating back and forth for a few days, her with some legal questions, and wondering where the hell I disappeared this time--glad someone checks up on me, she knew that Kalispell had been hell from day one, with me being sleep deprived, and chased the first 4 days out of the 7, after I got back into town after almost a three or four month hiatus from the place, giving me and the town law enforcement a break! LOL! But, I had wanted her to go dancing with me at either the Blue Moon or the Bull Dog, both of which I love, and dig dancing at, and the bands at the Moon love it when I come to dance . . . don't care if I have a partner, prefer to not have one, which bugs the hell out of the cowboys, who know the two step and have their choices of ladies, who generally give up on the few good dancers, and join me to boogie all over the dance floor in wild abandon! At the Dog, while 30 years older than the rest of the crowd, attending this DJ hopped up place, I get all the hotties, the young guys end up bumping and grinding on me, why?, because of my confidence gals . . . that is what one particular hot commodity told me, with his gal friends, doing all they could to get him back on their turf! As one guy would leave to get me a drink, another one would tap in! LOL! Invest in yourself!
So, anyway, finally, I got two texts from girlfriend in Kalispell, thought the NSA was blocking contact, which has happened before, so I was relieved to hear that she was alive, and I had not only a place to rent, when I got back, but I have a built in dance partner! It was right after that conversation, that the phone went dead! I know one of my doubles, is up in the area, and the cops guard her, from me, the true JOANN, which should tell you something of the make up of the cops forces . . . on the criminal Mormon's side! Go fucking figure . . . yeah, I fucking swear, they KILL! On a scale of one to ten, which is worse, you numb chucks? I my high school, seminary class, a religious class, that high school students can take, during the school year, but off school property, started back in the days, when there was actually a separation of church and state, in UTAH! But, one of our religion teachers told of a woman who came to confess her sins to the Bishopric, the ward leaders, and she had slept with half of the men in the ward, and as she confessed that, breaking up families, right and left, she said, but I don't smoke or drink! As if those were the greater sins . . . and, case in point, that is true, me swearing is worse than murder, mayhem, torture, identity theft, billion dollar heist, theft of real, personal, and intellectual property! Good God!
@!@i@v@Y?@ @O@p$ . . . Coded Messages, Don't Even Have Some of the Symbols, And Others are Upside Down!
Annie and I were texting back and forth, and all of the sudden, in response to one of her questions, that I then proceeded to gie the answer to, this type message came through, on full screen, text message, in some foreign language, that I sure as hell, don't know what the message was, but I might be able to figure out, if I gave a rat's ass, about some sister bitch, who is staying posted, 24/7 on her fascinating sister's life, that she would give her fake tits for! LOL! There are only 5 of them, sisters that is, and a few average attorneys, jealous as hell of any relationship, and live in mortal terror, that the fucking NSA, is going to miss, some message, or they will not be able to know every lame ass detail of my great life, that I am just busy living and digging! They don't have a life without mine . . . sad commentary, don't you think, one of the things someone told me, back when I was actually active in the Mo Church, was that of course Mormons believe in life eternal, because their lives are so boring, it feels like an eternity, just making it to death! LOL! There is some truth to that! But, I got three of these fucked messages.
I asked Annie, what the hell these were--new to her . . . Annie, who has in her past been a Mormon, and we commiserate, but who knows, her husband was a big shot, Mormon in the military, and I think he did something like duty at the White House, or he was in the Secret Service, the perfect, double, double agent! I still dig her, and how do the Mo's think, that I learn all I do about the, alleged, intelligence community, or even better the counter-intelligence community! LOL! Who's tracking who . . . LOL! Who's learning from who? Okay, that is just last night!
Hot Honey, Kennedy, Triggered the Encrypted Messages!
She is the friend who was totally impressed, you had a KENNEDY tell you he loved you . . . I kiss and tell, as you can tell, especially, with a Hot Honey Trap, like this dude, stud muffin, gorgeous guy, sexy as hell, and one sweet thrill, even if I don't see him again! I prefer to see him, but hell, how may women, well, maybe a ton, can say the same thing, but, I am sure I will not meet one of them, unless, baby sister, alleged government twin, Rachel, gets to be the proxy stand it, and Kennedy is on their payroll, which has crossed my mind, but if you want the Zarconian version of me, go for it! LOL! Men are like trolley cars! I have been with hot guys before! And I am sure he can, with tons of effort, replace me . . . the way I look at women, after you invest in yourself, it is their loss . . . the man's loss . . . I am, as well as a Kennedy, are not that easy to replace, so we are even! LOL . . . why does he think he got shot in a drive-by shooting, other lovers, husbands, can't replace me! Don't want him to get the real McCoy, when they have Dispsy Duke rather than Daisy!
Kennedy is a man of letters, allegedly with 9 years of post graduate education, he may even have more schooling than myself, but, he knows full well, I am the Cosmo Professor, compared to most smart chicks who teach on campuses across America, and can be in a matter of actually even weeks, which is why, I have joined 6 gyms from Montana to Vegas, and the feds have interfered with all of them, including gang members, tatted up, and pierced, heavy breathing over my neck, while I am doing some easy version of pretending that I am doing the universal circuit! LOL . . . one of the great things about loving food, and never dieting, is that my body, responds like crazy to exercising, with immediate results, because I was an exerciser for years, up until the government poisoned me back in 2000, and I fucking, SLIM FAST!
Within about a week, the sky hawks, see the results, and they start fucking with staff and my exercise routine, which my body loves . . . so I don't get looking any better than I do now . . . but, hey ladies, it is the insecure men, who can't deal with me, the younger generation are all about, Cougars and Sugar Mamma's! In the dating world, those are the highest hitting sites, at least according to Wired Magazine! Ask Kennedy, he had some young hot challengers, so he called me, Grandma, which I am, but, like one of the surfer, looking, long-haired dudes, Charlie, hot, yelled when he found out that I was 60 said, Hell, YOU MAKE 60 LOOK GOOD! Perfect timing, lol, as Kennedy, looked on . . . LOL . . . fun, fun, fun, good memories, distracted on her way, on her way to grandmother's house . . . song lyrics on right now! Only, I am the grandmother! SSSSSHHHH, the youngsters don't know . . . LOL! Na, I am proud of my status, makes looking younger, even more fun! Don't fear aging women, like fine wine, we only get better with age, ask Hillary! PREZ? Song, lyrics, stop using your body and use your brain, lost and turned out! Hell, Yeah!
Hottest Couple, Give Hollywood a Run for Their Money! A Short 3 Months!
The other night, me and the gals at the Durango Community Shelter, Volunteers of America, we were watching the oldie, but goodie, classic, As Good as it Gets, with Helen Hunt, Jack Nicholson, Cuba Gooding Jr., and the guy who did the great job of playing Cuba's lover, who got beaten by thugs, can't ever remember his name, sorry, great actor, cute, sweet in the film and steals, Helen's attention from rich, Jack. But as Helen and Jack, very awkwardly move through their relationship, at the end, or at several times, he hits the nail on the head, responding to Helen's questions . . . You make me want to be a better man . . . I see that you are the greatest lady in the world, and for that I am proud of myself!
One of the things, I liked so much about Kennedy, is his ability to sense, that he was with a quality person, as I did too, and while trying all the pick up lines, eventually, he got to the real him, sweet, helpful, patient, doting, and boy-like, ah, shucks, country boy, showing his roots, a farm boy, in awe and kind of reverence, seeming to know more about me, that he could hide, and in a shelter, that was a totally enduring quality . . . and he had to put up with some of the sensitivity, that comes from being pushed around a bit in life, kind of like Hunt, in As Good As It Gets . . . but knowing, that was a hell of a lot! After awhile, there was kind of silent appreciation and at least for me, an adoration, at the challenges he had to endure as a Kennedy, with the threat of murder and assassination of a family, killing American prophets, like John and Bobby Kennedy, with a Kennedy, especially with a woman like myself, total threat, to any political office!
On one occasion, under his breath, he mentioned or implied, who hard, I had no idea . . . I can only imagine! One of my symbols and signs for violence, is the gorilla, symbolizing gore . . . and the other day, shoot, can't find my notes, or find the one that reminded me of Kennedy, before being shot, and after being shot . . . it was wild abandoned, unabashed, male virility, dancing, flirting, and all, but after, caution, safety, aware of surveillance, enemies afoot, and the connection with me . . . but, I saw this picture of a gorilla, stone faced, and it said, some term that reminded me of James, Tougher . . . this is not kids' play . . . Satan's Den is playing for real, and Stan, another single guy, was jealous as hell of me and Kennedy . . . song on, by BeeGee's, STAYING ALIVE . . . I am sure, staying alive, has a whole new meaning to him, and he knows, now, why I got up and left, before everyone was up, leaving without telling him, twice, that I was leaving . . . for his and my safety! I am sure he is a new man! A hunted man! I have credentials, he has credentials, that no other presidential candidates have, and looks that belong in Hollywood, with me losing a few pounds, easy, if left alone, and me with a blog that goes to billions worldwide . . . name recognition on both partners sides . . . why do you think they poisoned me, the day I bought tickets to meet Kennedy in Durango? Oh, yes, they see us as probably the most dangerous couple in America . . . who could beat a Clinton or a Bush, or a Paul? Fuck Yeah, a Kennedy!
After Kennedy hooked up with me, Ambassador, Caroline Kennedy, started to get death threats! One more line of threats, going after the family, mob shit, Satan's Den on both of our asses! Either the luckiest couple in the world or star crossed lovers! And where are our, CIA, FBI, NSA . . . defending, fucking Mitt's Mafia, in Mormondumb! They are all, fucking Republicans, hell, Prophet, Ezra Taft Benson, back in the day, was Secretary of Agriculture, before becoming a Mormon prophet, literally said, as a member of the John Birch Society, as I have been in the past, you can't be a good Mormon and a Democrat! That message has resonated, from the early days of the Mormon Church, when Mormons block voted, ah, as if they have changed . . . and would only do business with members, ah, as if they have changed! Get a grip of who you are dealing with here, and the threat I am to those fucking dip shits, and 70% of the CIA, FBI, and probably all the 40 spy agencies, with a less than American agenda, but a Mormon Church, Republican agenda, but not the one, Senator Rand Paul, is promoting, the old time, Constitutional Ideas Agenda of the founding fathers, who crossed the Brits, birth place of most Mormons ancestors! Think under the covers, between the lines, why haven't I been protected, why haven't these fucking bitches, who have clearly stolen my identity, and taken credit for all I do, still!? Think!
A guy just walked by me, here at McD's, with a black and white, baseball hat on . . . symbolic of cops, and a t-shirt, with a picture of President, Abraham Lincoln, with sunglasses on! A sign of assassination, Lincoln was assassinated, but while Kennedy is much better looking that old Abe, he is about at tall, think Lincoln was about 6'5" tall, and Kennedy is right about there, with wild dark hair, and cool, as in the sunglasses . . . like they are threatening me, that they will assassinate James Kennedy, if I don't quit writing about him, well fuck you, it also keeps him alive! There is method to my madness, and I will not be threatened, nor do I deal with terrorists . . . like my friend, Scott Holyoak, who has probably been paid off to say that Rachel, or Shelley are me, but he said, of me, that nobody can go from zero to bitch faster than me, and the difference between me and a terrorist, is that you can negotiate with a terrorist! My words cut like a double edged sword, not only will the fucks in the CIA, FBI, DIA, NSA, be put on notice that Kennedy is being threatened, as is Caroline, better fucking check that our, about in March sometime, if you want to verify, which is what real cops, smart cops, not bought and paid for cops do! You have a duty to warn even fucking criminals, if there are hits out on them, so you better not, being the ones putting hits on him . . . the world cares about the Kennedy family, probably more than any other family, knowing the tragedy they have endured, so be on guard, you better be on the watch, and should be listening to Satan's Den phones . . . your bosses, not MINE, checking to see if I have talked, seen or heard from James!
After Kennedy hooked up with me, Ambassador, Caroline Kennedy, started to get death threats! One more line of threats, going after the family, mob shit, Satan's Den on both of our asses! Either the luckiest couple in the world or star crossed lovers! And where are our, CIA, FBI, NSA . . . defending, fucking Mitt's Mafia, in Mormondumb! They are all, fucking Republicans, hell, Prophet, Ezra Taft Benson, back in the day, was Secretary of Agriculture, before becoming a Mormon prophet, literally said, as a member of the John Birch Society, as I have been in the past, you can't be a good Mormon and a Democrat! That message has resonated, from the early days of the Mormon Church, when Mormons block voted, ah, as if they have changed . . . and would only do business with members, ah, as if they have changed! Get a grip of who you are dealing with here, and the threat I am to those fucking dip shits, and 70% of the CIA, FBI, and probably all the 40 spy agencies, with a less than American agenda, but a Mormon Church, Republican agenda, but not the one, Senator Rand Paul, is promoting, the old time, Constitutional Ideas Agenda of the founding fathers, who crossed the Brits, birth place of most Mormons ancestors! Think under the covers, between the lines, why haven't I been protected, why haven't these fucking bitches, who have clearly stolen my identity, and taken credit for all I do, still!? Think!
A guy just walked by me, here at McD's, with a black and white, baseball hat on . . . symbolic of cops, and a t-shirt, with a picture of President, Abraham Lincoln, with sunglasses on! A sign of assassination, Lincoln was assassinated, but while Kennedy is much better looking that old Abe, he is about at tall, think Lincoln was about 6'5" tall, and Kennedy is right about there, with wild dark hair, and cool, as in the sunglasses . . . like they are threatening me, that they will assassinate James Kennedy, if I don't quit writing about him, well fuck you, it also keeps him alive! There is method to my madness, and I will not be threatened, nor do I deal with terrorists . . . like my friend, Scott Holyoak, who has probably been paid off to say that Rachel, or Shelley are me, but he said, of me, that nobody can go from zero to bitch faster than me, and the difference between me and a terrorist, is that you can negotiate with a terrorist! My words cut like a double edged sword, not only will the fucks in the CIA, FBI, DIA, NSA, be put on notice that Kennedy is being threatened, as is Caroline, better fucking check that our, about in March sometime, if you want to verify, which is what real cops, smart cops, not bought and paid for cops do! You have a duty to warn even fucking criminals, if there are hits out on them, so you better not, being the ones putting hits on him . . . the world cares about the Kennedy family, probably more than any other family, knowing the tragedy they have endured, so be on guard, you better be on the watch, and should be listening to Satan's Den phones . . . your bosses, not MINE, checking to see if I have talked, seen or heard from James!
Hot Black Lover, From Two Summers Ago, CIA, Culinary Institutes of Arts, My Ass . . . NSA Watching Us, About as Much as Kennedy and Me!
I don't know what my love life has to do with national security, to the point that the NSA is interested in every damned thing I say, do and who I kiss!, but I do know that they put wireless eavesdropping on my phones, and that is why I throw my cell phones away, before, or in the last two years, until I realized, that they could get my number, within about 5 to 10 minutes after I got a new one anyway, and decided to save the money, and just deal with it, because I am of total interest to these boring, Mormon fucks, so, I guess they get their jollies off me and my lovers, whatever . . . get a fucking life, you dull bastards! No, I know, that there is about a 75% chance that any guy I meet up with, including Kennedy, is a fed, and working me under the covers . . . oh, undercover, and gather Intel, for my enemies . . . but who is playing who? I am always game, but always careful, and watch, analyze the lover's every move, and add covert ops into the equation, finding it adds a certain edge to the relationship, that I dig! Now Kennedy told me that all the 51 male Kennedy cousins, are either bikers or federal agents, or in my mind, both, or neither, but that is the line i am getting, for what it is worth, especially, when I first meet someone.
I am always looking for signs, for information that I haven't told them yet, for stories they appear to know, before I have known them long enough to ever mention them. But, generally, I can rat out a federal agent, in a matter of hours, even though I may never mention that to the agent, and just enjoy the education, the game, and their efforts to try and get me to trust them long enough to assassinate me. But, this one time, Miles, hot lover, You Dropped a Bomb on Me, it the theme song that reminds me of Miles, LOL! But, I was coming up to Spokane, to, LOL, help him with legal issues, and I text him at 5:00 p.m., when just getting on the bus, to Spokane, where he is suppose to pick me up, at the bus and train station. Miles is the one who taught me how to text, so this was a new tool to me, and I am into creative writing, and didn't think that we would ever see each other again, but after 300 sex messages, LOL, we had to get together to work on his legal issues!
But, to entertain myself on the long bus ride, I wrote a particularly, creative sexual message, back before he would act it out within about one hour of making peace with me after the NSA, messed with our texts to each other, and us fighting over our phone and text messages, almost getting both of us, the only ones, in the bus terminal, at 1:45 a.m., with me ignoring, Miles, 14 phone messages and calls, being responsible for picking me up at the station, at that ungodly hour! But, I had not heard from Miles and for damn good reason, the NSA, was intercepting, blocking and fucking with our personal messages, or jackin' off at the NSA, reading my jacked up sex messages! LOL, but I had not heard from Miles, and decided that I was going to hit the train, and go back to Howard, my other hot black lover, and go back up to Glacier, where he was practicing his CIA, Culinary Institute of Arts skills as a chef, at the Swiftcurrent Lodge, where I was suppose to work also, but had to fly to Utah, to take care of clients cases, that were rearing their ugly heads, calling me back to the courts, rather than basking in the fresh mountain air of Montana!
Why Are You Calling Me, JoAnn! We Are Standing 2 Feet From Each Other!
I told the security guard at the train and bus terminal, to throw Miles ass out of the terminal . . . this was before, shades of cops, like Zimmerman, could shoot black, unarmed citizens, who are unarmed, he said, he was going to through both of us out! So, we took our fight, a normal thing between me and Miles, who was most likely a Harvard trained attorney, LOL! He always got, sarcastic when I would, acting innocently, tell him what he had to do to get into law school, LOL! I always play their lame ass covers . . . he was probably the best at ever arguing with this bad ass con law chick, but I could always knock the chip off his shoulder, over racism, because, my bottom line argument, was, well, black me got the right to vote, before women! So, shut the hell up! And that worked sometimes! LOL! Defineitly my sparing partner, making me so pissed, that the sex was sweeter, after having battled the brains, largest sex organ, men and women, adds an edge to other activities! LOL! This was before, our indecent exposure to the world, having sex up against a wall, after realizing, that our texts had been interfered with by the NSA!
But, Miles, was still pissed and I was calm as a summer's day, paying him back for pissing me off, by not returning his 14 phone calls, until he discovered me, sitting in the train and bus terminal, lol, having missed the train, going back to Howard, by 5 minutes! So, I was just going to wait, until the next day! After getting kicked out of the place, we were still fighting, when Mile's phone lit up with my picture on it, and he said, Why are you calling me, JoAnn? We are standing right here together! I looked down at my phone to see what was up, and I had my Straight Talk flip cell phone, wrapped around with my ear buds! Song on, is Heartbreaker! All the agents, that I like or who like me, well, love me, turn on me with a vengence, if things don't work out, then Rachel becomes me, or Shelley, Kay is with Brett, but she was probably bent over by all the same guys I have either been with or rejected! But, once again, Miles got a phone call from the NSA, probably not thinking we were together, thinking that we, surely would have given up, after what, 8 hours of interference . . . the power of sex! LOL! We were both looking at each other, and it dawned on us, that we had been played and fucked with . . . okay, let's go kiss and make up! LOL! And we did, not 10 minutes around the corner and in broad, dawn light! LOL!
Ordered By the FBI, Surrounded by Homeland Security, Cops, To Call FBI and Give Me My Phone Number, So, They Could Contact Me, After Getting a Hold of, Ironically, Enough, Senator Rand Paul and Congressman, Jason Chavetz, of Utah, Over Suing Homeland Security, Patriot Act, and TSA Agents, the Day After Senator Paul, Got Frisked, Going Through TSA, Airport Check Points!
Damned right, I am going to ditch my cell phones, with the games, the clicking, the echoes, the interferences I had experienced, from the NSA, for years, long before Edward Snowden, ratted out the NSA, for spying on Americans, I had read the Shadow Factory and Spying on America, in about 2008, and knew damned well about the NSA to watch lists, and knew, that I was not only on the list, but probably, now topped the list, trying to bring back, my beloved, U.S. Constitution and state constitutions, in a $357 million case, with the fucking Patriot Act Fucks, on my ass all the fucking time, and I was sneaking out of Utah in the dark of the night, on another bull shit trap, but having to play their god-damned games, had to be sworn in person, to the United States Supreme Court, or the case would be denied cert, right off the bat, and knowing full well, that the Patriot Rats, loyalist to Brits, would try to kill me on the way back, already having bribed my two asshole fucking Mormon clients, in the year Mitt Romney was running for President, and I was fighting for President Obama! But, I gave my first cell phone to a kid at a gas station in Grand Junction, after stopping to get gas money from Hope M. Carlton-Levin, my client who owed me $2,000, getting a mere $200 from her, but before taking off, ditched my cell phone, letting a kid, rip and tare it up, smashing and bashing it, just exactly the way I felt about the ears on my phone, not wanting anyone to know where I was going . . . as if that total bitch, alleged, Playmate of July 1996, pig snorting, bitch cop, who took the real Hope's place, after the cops murdered, Hope and probably her now 15 year old daughter, who called Frank of Interpol, telling him I had stopped to get gas, on my way to Washington, D.C.! The race was on . . . with client, Brock, a financial planner, not knowing how to get money to his attorney, stranded in Kansas for 5 hours for the fake bitches, to catch up with me . . . hanging out with Dorothy, Toto, the Lion, Scarecrow and Tin Man . . . too bad I didn't know, Kennedy then! LOL!
Song on . . . lol, mentioning Kennedy, . . . Let's Go All the Way, Don't Be Afraid . . . oh, yeah! I have to take a breather for a minute girls! Ahhhhh, yeah . . . All We Need is Each Other . . . I Feel the Friendship Growing, Let's Go all the Way, Come on . . . oh, yeah, baby! I will be okay in a few minutes . . . smile, smile, smile . . . You Know, My Love is Real . . . I Feel the Friendship Growing, Let's Go All the Way, I Swear, I Will Never Hurt You Girl, Let's Go All the Way . . . gooey, delicious kiss, kiss, smoochy, smoochy . . . insiders message . . . I'm game . . . LOL! New song, She's a Kinky Girl, Super Freak . . . LOL! Gotta love that background music! LOL! Do the Locomotion With Me . . . gladly, there are times, after the fact, you wonder, what the hell you were thinking? FUCK YEAH!
Song on . . . lol, mentioning Kennedy, . . . Let's Go All the Way, Don't Be Afraid . . . oh, yeah! I have to take a breather for a minute girls! Ahhhhh, yeah . . . All We Need is Each Other . . . I Feel the Friendship Growing, Let's Go all the Way, Come on . . . oh, yeah, baby! I will be okay in a few minutes . . . smile, smile, smile . . . You Know, My Love is Real . . . I Feel the Friendship Growing, Let's Go All the Way, I Swear, I Will Never Hurt You Girl, Let's Go All the Way . . . gooey, delicious kiss, kiss, smoochy, smoochy . . . insiders message . . . I'm game . . . LOL! New song, She's a Kinky Girl, Super Freak . . . LOL! Gotta love that background music! LOL! Do the Locomotion With Me . . . gladly, there are times, after the fact, you wonder, what the hell you were thinking? FUCK YEAH!
Cell Phone Charging . . . Surrounded by Washington, D.C., Cops of All Levels and Flavors . . . But, the Cops Did Like My Truck . . . ME TOO! And They Even Admitted Agreeing with Me, that TSA Searches Did Violate 4th Amendment Right!!!!!!!!! Hell Yeah!
Another symbolic t-shirt, red with a blue hand, in a clawing position, with a mouth on it, teeth bared, snarling at the passerby, or me . . . my sign for me is red, of course the power color, powered by Durango Jo, with blue, being the passive, blahsay, blue hand, screaming and teeth clinched . . . yes, it is I, the writer, the blogger, the member of the U.S. Supreme Court, the lover of two hot black men, the sex crazed 60 years old, that can pass for 35, took runner advice, that jogging can take 10 years off your age, later in life, jogged for about 10 years, daily, about 5 miles a day, rain, hail, sleet, snow! It worked, listen to those health nuts, you have been ignoring! LOL! I was the only jogger, oh, no, I think Marcie did, Rachel will claim, because she ran track at Southern Utah University, while I was being a mother of four, and ending up on my ass, being an English major, later a law student, and attorney . . . careers and bodies that match! Women are much more than a beautiful piece of flesh, interchangeable, all with tits and ass . . . yesterday's blog!
After I tried to get up to Congress, and contact Senator Rand Paul, and Senator McCain, this is not just Rand playing politics, he hated the TSA, back in 2012, when the alarm went off, when he walked through the security gates, with TSA agents, wanting to give Rand a pat down, made national news, while I was in Washington, D.C., being sworn in, right around, January 23, 2012, shortly thereafter, ask the fake bitches, without letting them read this first or alerting them . . . hey, they have 24/7 surveillance on me, I don't have it on them, and don't give a rat's ass about their lives, they all totally disgust me, and they all need to get a life of their own, or they are going to be more than sorry when they end up in prison, wondering why they didn't just enjoy their lives, their children, their choices, their degrees, their grand kids, rather than trying for the almighty dollar and power, Mormon shit, when the New Testament, Jesus teaches, blessed are the poor, and true religion is visiting the fatherless and the widows, where does the Book of Mormon shit, like, only the righteous shall prosper fit in . . . huh?
First I was stopped at the entrance to the mall, by Homeland Security, who had to have been alerted as to whom I was, because there were foreign rag heads, and Chinese all over the mall area, freely walking around, and I was the one stopped from getting up to the Hill? Anyway, I had to show my ID, when I actually had bar cards, driver licenses, and other forms of I.D. before they got hijacked by feds or those bribed and paid by the feds to take my I.D., in the last two years, but, I was told, to pull over, almost on the sidewalk, as a homegrown terrorist or something . . . I did tell him that I was there to meet with Senator Paul and Congressman Chavetz, to sue Homeland Security for the TSA searches that were very controversial at the time, new, body scanners, and invasive body, and cavity searches going on! But, as soon as I pulled up, on the sidewalk, 6 cop cars pulled around me blocking me in! We discussed my truck, the 4th amendments, and they didn't like what was going on with the TSA either, but I had to sit there, until the FBI showed up in their trench coats, just like in the movies!
Ordered, Not Asked, To Go Back To Hotel and Call FBI, Give Them My Phone Number, My New One, I Am Charging? I Am Not Sure How to Get Back to My Hotel? Find IT! They Want to Track Me, Get My New Number!
I did go back to the hotel, but only after they gave me instructions . . . I got lost, just going to find the Dunkin' Donuts, across the street from the Motel 6, just blocks from the Capitol! I ended up, blocked from turning left, by a cement retaining wall, and ended up having two choices of going on two freeways, to never-land! After wandering through bad ass neighborhoods, I recognized my motel! Thank God, so I wasn't joking or being a smart ass, like, ah, never, but, those roads on that Masonic pentagram are murder!
LOL! When I got back to the motel, my phone was still charging, or rather, that was my story . . . I called the FBI on my land line in my room, knowing they just wanted to keep track of me, just like the guy in the booth by the women's bathroom, who was just looking back here, checking me out, with me noticing him, thinking he looks like a young undercover FBI agent, probably a sting op!
So, I told them my phone was not charged yet, and gave them my land line, number, so when either Senator Rand Paul or Congressman, Jason Chavetz, wanted me to help them sue the TSA and Homeland Security, I would be here to help, being the bad ass con law chick I am . . . the FBI said, Congress has their own attorneys, yeah, but they are not, ME! That, I am sure was the problem! I waited for two fucking hours, knowing they were never going to contact the representatives, and they just wanted to know my 40 or location. I called my, or rather, Brock's office, who were taking my phone calls during that time, and gave them my new number, well, I couldn't get my new phone to give me my new number . . . NSA? So, I got it from the secretary at Brock's office, asked her to make sure that it came under my name, JoAnn S. Secrsit? Yes, okay. So, I called the FBI, and gave them my new number, and they said, That is not the number we have for you . . . what? So, I asked them what number they had for me? They gave me an entirely different number than Brock's receptionist! I told them, I was sure that they had put it through one of their fusion centers under the Patriot Act, and changed it already! THEY HUNG UP ON ME!
I called Brock's office back and asked them what my number was, and it was the new one the FBI had given me, and I was not listed as JoAnn, but something like Eloise! I am a fucking, damned good, constitutional law attorney, and this is the shit, I got back in D.C., and have ever since I made it back to Washington, D.C., and got sworn in, on paper, after all, with double getting sworn in the night before, in person, so now, all the sudden the rules work, and I can attend, but have to do the oath of office, defending the Constitution, on paper, just like I had done, before I was told I had to go in person, probably because I beat the bitches to the punch and they wanted a second chance to steal the CASE!
I am sure you, the FBI, under my double, Kay's direction, can fuck their boss, under my name, can check when the service was last use, probably around the first part of February 4, 2012 . . . Frank aka Allan Rex Bess, Interpol double, kept calling me, 11 times to be exact if you want to subpoena my cell phone records! Use the programs for good for once! He kept calling me, saying this is, Allan Rex Bess, your husband, as if, he repeated it 36 times, that it takes to memorize something, I would believe it, murderer! Hell, no, so I took the cell phone and ditched it, in a trash can, at that location, in some town, along I-70, I think, if memory serves, with a straight shot to D.C., going through Grand Junction, both ways, because, Hope, hi-jacked me to do two briefs, the ones she gave copies from my flash drive to FBI, that led to her dropping her appeal, which, shouldn't have made a difference, but did, left me unprotected, and cost me $20,000 in personal property . . . with, Hope, really, having a copy of some bull shit, warrant, probably from FRANK, saying, that the $500 extortion I paid was not enough, now Judge Lyle Anderson, Grand County, 7th Judicial District, with Shelley, fucking Frank, wanting to steal my 10 pronged test to determine, the alimony/cohabitation connections, saving thousands of women their alimony, with a better test than the previous two pronged test the courts were using! I am one of the best attorneys to happen to the law, in UTAH! THEY STOLE IT ALL!
NSA, I DITCHED MY SECOND PHONE IN ILLINOIS TRASH! VERIFY, DUMB ASSES! AT LEAST JUSTIFY A FEW DOLLARS OF YOUR $80 MILLION BUDGET! EARN IT!
Now if the non-Mormon FBI, was smart, to verify, who I am, not the Mormon Muffins, sisters are, and two attorneys, are although, none of them know the religion like I do, or graduated from 5 years of seminary, I'm not Tiffany who served a Mo Mission in the Philippines, nor Rachel or Shelley, seminary drop outs, Sue, probably graduated, but not with 5 years, but I dropped the cell phone, that FBI compromised, in a trash can in Illinois somewhere, at a McDonald's as I recall! LOL! Irony there too, seeing I just had a new mushroom sirloin burger, fries, hot fudge sundae, and Diet Coke.I am sure you, the FBI, under my double, Kay's direction, can fuck their boss, under my name, can check when the service was last use, probably around the first part of February 4, 2012 . . . Frank aka Allan Rex Bess, Interpol double, kept calling me, 11 times to be exact if you want to subpoena my cell phone records! Use the programs for good for once! He kept calling me, saying this is, Allan Rex Bess, your husband, as if, he repeated it 36 times, that it takes to memorize something, I would believe it, murderer! Hell, no, so I took the cell phone and ditched it, in a trash can, at that location, in some town, along I-70, I think, if memory serves, with a straight shot to D.C., going through Grand Junction, both ways, because, Hope, hi-jacked me to do two briefs, the ones she gave copies from my flash drive to FBI, that led to her dropping her appeal, which, shouldn't have made a difference, but did, left me unprotected, and cost me $20,000 in personal property . . . with, Hope, really, having a copy of some bull shit, warrant, probably from FRANK, saying, that the $500 extortion I paid was not enough, now Judge Lyle Anderson, Grand County, 7th Judicial District, with Shelley, fucking Frank, wanting to steal my 10 pronged test to determine, the alimony/cohabitation connections, saving thousands of women their alimony, with a better test than the previous two pronged test the courts were using! I am one of the best attorneys to happen to the law, in UTAH! THEY STOLE IT ALL!
Candidates You Can Trust Are Not Playing Politics . . . Senator Rand Paul, Raised by Daddy Ron Paul, Constitutional as Hell, With Red, White and Blue Blood, Not Just Blue Blood! Jeb Bush, Said Rand Paul was Wrong about the Patriot Act, HIS Brother Implemented . . . President Clinton, Would NOT SIGN IT . . . Hillary Clinton, Refused, As Secretary of State, to Go through, TSA Searches or Pat Downs! That Should Give You Some Good Solid Clues of Who You Can Trust, And Who You Can't . . . FUCK THE PATRIOT ACT!
I HAVE DAMNED GOOD REASON TO CHANGE MY CELL PHONES ANYTIME I WANT, ENCRYPTED MESSAGES? REALLY?
P.S. if Jeb Bush is going to stick with brother on Iraq and Patriot Act, don't vote for the man, he is not his own man, and not a patriot of this country! President George W. Bush, said he didn't need the Constitution, and it was just a piece of paper . . . that should tell you a great deal about Bush . . . Paul and Clinton, they get it!
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