DIRTY ASS COPS!
The continued saga from the 20 years cold war, between me and the Bush boys and girls . . . I know, I know, the Patriot Act, just started 14 years ago, well, at least that is when the law or the act was passed, but it was in effect, long before that, and the doctrines of cops, doing whatever in the hell they want to citizens, had been taking place, long before the law was presented to Congress, or before there was a vote on the UnPatriot Act, believe you me! I was victimized by the principles and concepts of the Patriot Act, back in 1999, two years ago, before the alleged, attacks on the Twin Towers, and the justification for the Act, due to terrorists! The fascist ideas, ideologies, philosophies--of the government doing whatever it takes, without limits and exceptions, were in place, I would say, earier than, 1997, when I killed asset forfeiture, the hot button item that pisses cops off, the second, you mention their cash cow, and the fact, that they got caught with their hands in the cookie jar! Well, folks, who value the presumption of innocence, the 4th, 5th, and 6th amendment rights, due process and equal protections, as well as the Constitution being the Supreme Law of the Land, and all the rights and protections contained therein . . . think again, under the UnPatriot Act! And I had a strong reminder of that yesterday, AGAIN!
Sticker on Truck, "Watch Out, Knucklehead!"
I can go days, without looking at a bumpersticker, a billboards, a truck advertisement, or other sign pro's that I consider, if you will, messages from God, divine Intel, giving me a heads up, that something is, in fact, up, with either the cops of all flavors, or up with the Mormon mafia, or one of the paid, staff, that is as easy to spy, as A,B,C, . . . I meet, they greet, they bribe, and they are now on paid staff, as I believe this rogue ass, alleged undercover cop, at Walmart, and his two other cronies, combing the store, watching me, stalkiing me, following me, and harassing me, as they did yesterday. So, I have done my shopping, and decided to go check out, some hair coloring, to touch up the roots of my hair. I am walking over in the make-up isle, just browsing around, and happen to pass the hair coloring stuff, and I bent down, and quickly stood up, and changed my mind, and walked through the maze of the make-up, hair care, lipstick, etc., trying to find my way out of the store, not being much of a shopper, and very task oriented, going straight for what I want, and then going back outside, hoping to catch the bus on the half hour schedule, rather than the hour schedule.
All of the sudden, right as I am ready to exit the store, some guy, whom I had noticed over in the hair and make-up section, whom had a scruffy, rather long, goatee, was average weight to thin, wearing a ski hat on his head, with plaid shorts, and a tan t-shirt, wearing I think sandels, stops me, and say, mam', I saw you put some, shampoo or something in your bag, can I look in your sack . . . sure, and I pulled the bag open; he seemed shocked that he didn't see any shampoo. So, then he was sure, I must have stuffed it in my doggie backpack, that substitutes for a backpack, very open, just one small zipper for lipstick and a pen, but with mesh on each side, very revealing, and not closed top, and he asks me if he can look in that bag, because he was sure that he saw me put shampoo in my bag . . . so, I pulled out my swimming suit, showed him my colorful umbrella, an said, maybe you saw this, and he said no, I am sure you stuffed shampoo in your bag, because I saw you while you were walking down the shampoo isle . . . I told him, that I walked down the hair coloring section, and reached for some box of Loreal, but decided against it, and said, maybe you thought I picked it up, and put it in my bag . . . no, I saw, shampoo . . . I lifted up my hat, no shampoo bottle here, down my bra perhaps? Don't think so, and so he, not seeing anywhere that I could hide shampoo, asked me if he could see in my grocery bag again . . . okay, and I opened it again, and again he was shocked.
I looked at the Walmart guy, who was moving further and further from this pathetic piece of shit, who wouldn't even believe his own eyes, let alone, me trying to give him the truth and a graceful way out of a nasty situation, taking place, right out in the open, in front of all the drivers, the customers, and whomever, but I have long given up feeling embarassed, because of someone else's fuck ups! Now this fool, didn't leave it at this, he told me to wait, as he got on some walkie talkie, and asked the video guy, if he could look at the video footage from the shampoo isle . . . no, we can't see that she put anything in her bag! Then he just turned a walked away, and I yelled after him, mainly in a mocking voice . . . am I free to go? I know, that an officer, if he was one, and if he was, why did he need a Walmart escort, to go with him, a lawful officer of badge, could easily, stop, question me, and even pat me down . . . I was going to ask him, if he wanted to cop a feel? But he didn't seem in the mood for jokes, especially of the very true kind! LOL! I turned, and smiled at the Wally's World guy, who just kind of rolled his eyes, like, he was saying he was sorry for the inconvenience . . . and I just strugged my shoulders, and smiled . . . and walked merrily over to the bus stop! LOL! Let's see, it this 1 million to 0, JoAnn right to cop wrong?
NSA, Shelley the hacker bitch, fucking with the cursor, can't center . . . spell check will most likely be turned off . . . dumb fucks, just prove my case against them, daily!
They are trying to make me publish, so they can hack in . . . sorry, not great subtitles, not going to let them in, FUCK THE FUCKS!
So this is not enough for this dumb ass, and he and a fellow, undercover officers, now there are three shit heads, or rogue faggots, on the Bush, Shelley team, walk over to where I am waiting for the bus, and smoke, staring me down, like I know you put that shampoo in your bra, down your socks, in your underwear, I just couldn't find it, or any proof whatsoever that you stole that damned shampoo, but I am sure you did, look . . . forget that lame ass bitch sister of mine, just my sister who is playing she is me, and has bilked me out of a cool billion, through hacking, cases, son's music, blogs, etc., and probably put these, useful idiot up to this . . . with Shelley having complete access to my Walmart Money Card Account, via, CIA, FBI, NSA allowing access, knowing I have no money on my card . . . but they didn't think I had money when I got from Grand Junction to Missoula either! LOL! Guess they haven't heard of taking out CASH! with these dumb fucks thinking that I am Shelley, still, and that that bitch, my older sister is JoAnn S. Secrist, the GREAT! YOU ARE FUCKING WRONG AGAIN . . . YOU WERE LOOKING JOANN S. SECRIST IN THE EYES, BUTT FUCKERS! SHELLEY IS USING MY MONEY TO BUY YOUR SORRY ASSES!
These guys are so stupid, no wonder, there was a murder, the night before, yesterday, right on Broadway, with tons of cops and sheriffs, driving past, looking for a constitutional law attorney, rather than the murderer, who knocked off a guy at the Super 7 Hotel being found by the maid . . . as well as blowing off a woman, who was almost raped on the 4th of July, when I was also sitting over at the causeway, just a block from where the murder took place! Hell, murder, rape, attempted rape, and this woman's husband, has been missing for 10 days too . . . she said, when I told her to call the cops, that they just don't care, and the murder will not be in the newspaper--and it wasn't . . . how can we think these guys are heroes, daily putting their lives on the line, when they are out masqurading as Wally World cops, chasing me! LOL! I guess their job doesn't pay as much as Shelley and mafia crew pays, so they take their services to the highest payer! Fuck the tax payers . . . we are going for the perks, pussy, power, a prestige, protecting murderess, murderers, assassins, liars, cheats, mafia, identity theft perps, and, you know the good guys, not those bad ass con law chicks that blog about us, being the dumb asses that we are!
Guess "They" Decided That My Verbal Beating, is Worse Then Letting Me Center My Subtitles! LOL!
Remembered Guy with the Manila Envelop on the Way to Walmart . . . Looked at the Name on the Diet Coke Bottle I Was Drinking--"LAURA!"
So, while the clusterfucks of cops, are standing there watching me, thinking I am going to shrink in terror . . . hell, you were the fuck up, not me, I would be embarassed, but this shit head was sure he was right, even though he took every avenue to look for the alleged shampoo, the dreaded shampoo, that I guess I should have been cowering in my undies, that he allegedly caught me . . . LOL! Calm as a summer's day, useful idiot, listening to Shelley! LOL! Back to the story, so, while I was watching them, the cops, watch me, I was thinking, what was the warning, Watch Out Knucklehead about? I remember seeing this guy get on the bus, and off again, and in his hands, he had a manila folder, or envelop, which I had just written about in my blog, and the dream about President Bush and Laura Bush, and thought it was, indeed, strange, in light of my dream. Then, all of the sudden the thought came to my mind . . . I wonder what name is on my Diet Coke bottle? I guess you are suppose to share a Coke with someone if their name shows up on your bottle, or some type of advertising gimic . . . and I like it, because, many times, it is highly symbolic, with someone's name that I love, or one of my kids names, or MOM, or Star, or something that makes me happy . . . but I took my last swig of DC, and looked at the name, on the bottle . . . symbolic as hell . . . LAURA!
These fuckin' cops, probably under Shelley's, or someone's direction, one of the Bushies, as I call them, Allan aka Frank of Interpol, or Daddy Dearest, who worship the Bush's, keeping a picture of President and Laura Bush, on his walls, long after President Obama was elected. So, I am sure, the Mo Mafia, was very offened at my dream interpretation . . . well, Daddy O, you know I have always listened to, heeded, and followed my dreams and I must interpret them, first, so there you have it, and there I had it, they were pissed about their leaders, of the FASCIST WORLD, being taken out of the game, so to say, as far as power couples, or taking down the Patriot Act SHIT! So, the real truth, was that they were following me, hoping, that, as my card suggested, that I had not money; therefore, I stole . . . I always, always take out cash, to fool the fools! LOL! I don't want them to know where, with whom, how, or by what means I get around, or my comings and goings! FUCK YOU PATRIOT ACT RATS! Your fucking spying, can't tell what I have in my purse, or in my doggie bag, or in my shoes, or pockets, and it will stay that way . . . I only put something on my card, to let the cops, or investigators know where I was last, so when you fucks, kill me, they will have a starting point to FUCK YOUR SORRY ASSES! PRISON, PRISON, PRISON . . . THINK POSTITIVE! OH, BELIEVE ME, I DO, AND I WON'T STOP FUCKING THEM IN MY BLOG, UNTIL THE DAY THEY ARE INCARCERATED, ALL THE FUCKS, THE COPS WHO HELPED, THE CLIENTS TO TURNED, THE FAMILY MEMBERS WHO LIED, AND SOFORTH AND SO ON . . .!
The Murder and the Rape . . . Don't Bother With That . . . We Have Assets to Steal, Bad Ass Con Law Chicks to Frame!
This is a real, Mo town thing, to make everyone think they are living in Happy Valley . . . so you thik the cops are doing their jobs! We are not going to report the murder, so it is good that my buddy told me about the four cops vehicles that were out in front of the hotel, the night before, and leaving both of us, wondering what was up? I didn't think much of it, until, I was riding on the bus, with a woman, that I had seen at the Poverello Center or Shelter. I asked her if she had an apartment yet, and had moved on . . . she said, no, that she had been attacked down by the river on the 4th of July! What, I sat on the causeway, or where the river sections come together, and go through cement, joining flows, and land in a pool of water, that was so peaceful, and nice, cool, as I sat there enjoying nature, and some quiet moments, just chilling by myself! She told me, who she was grabbed by the guy in plain daylight, and I asked if he raped her, she said, no, but she had fought him off, and she showed me the bruises, and told me she was staying in the Woman's Shelter.
Then she told me about the man who had been discovered by an acquintance of her's, a housekeeper at the motel or hotel . . . I think you have to have three floors to be considered a hotel, so motel, and she called the cops, and kept cleaning the room! Scream . . . the guy, due to the heat, was badly decomposed, so, the cause of death was unknown, but not telling people about a murder and a sexual assault with all the kids, and people who are out on the river, due to the heat, or just to play around, tons of teens, this is bad policy to keep this quiet. We all want to put our best foot forward, but, a murder, a sexual assault and attempted rape! That is news worthy and a disservice, not to report. Keepin Happy Valley, happy . . . may be bad public policy!
It reminds me of the murder, or at least the dead woman, I saw, being out at 5:30 A.M., and getting the crime scene, just minutes after the cops, on an early Sunday morning, December, I believe, in Parowan, Utah. I thought the murder would be front page news . . . it was classified as a homicide! The fucking county, dirty ass, attorney, the one I sued for $56.7 million, is the one who determines the cause of death . . . many deaths are classified as a suicide, especially when the murder was a cover-up, for collateral damage in this war, between me and the cops, and my fake ass, identity theft, interpol, shit head, cop, fuck, who murdered the girl . . . later changed to a boy, no blood at the crime scene, to allegedly having the fire department come spray off the blood . . . I saw the scene! This is not the first time, that a murder, was classified as a suicide to cover the dirty deeds of cops, undercover, the politically connected . . . three unidentified bodies were just found in Helena, according to an Native American, Indian, who met me several years ago, the first time I was at God's Love Shelter, talking Indian law, the water compact . . . that was in 2013, the last legislative session, where I testified, in several committees, including the House Judiciary, on the water compact proposal. But, as this Indian told me, bones were found in a black garbage bag, and they were the bones of a man, who had a long standing feud with a very politically connected neighbor . . . do whatever it takes, no limits, no exceptions!
Lies Hurt Us All!
If the cops, lie about a murder, or about a rape . . . and people, rely on the cops for accurate information, I would charge the cops with assisting in a murder or a rape, if there was another person that was assaulted in that area, who never knew of the motel murder or the sexual assault! Ignorance is bliss, but lies can kill! People need to know, so they can take special and heightened precautions, to avoid that area of town, or to be with someone when they float the river or just take a break on the banks of the river, or take a protective pet, or arm themselves with a legally permissible weapon. I told the guys at the Poverello, and the one response was . . . well, it was not in the newspaper . . . oh, so that means it didn't happen? Really? That murderer, just might be among the Poverello folks, or living across the street from us . . . because we are homeless, we don't count? I know there is concerns that this might upset people, but isn 't that better than letting them think that they are safe . . . hell, I walk between the apartments and the motel, almost every day, going to and from the Aquatic Center . . . it dawned on me, that I might have been the one that was suppose to be attacked.
My friend, Sandra, and I suspect everyone, don't trust anyone, because they contact them, A,B,C, as I meet friends, and pay them to side with them, say that it is really, Shelley, Rachel, Sue, Kay, Marcie, Tiffany . . . not JoAnn's face, but one of the government doubles . . . I have not, swear on a stack of Bibles, seen any of my sisters, nor Kay, the other ex-friend, who is my double, or at lease you know her as me . . . I even wondered on the celebration, 100 years that was suppose to be a POWER Park, I assumed, silly me, that because there is a POWER PARK, up Rattlesnake Canyon, with a map, showing the river trail, going from the Pacific Ocean, to right where I was standing this morning, that the celebration was, here in Missoula, since it was in the Missoulian Newspapers, the announcement, with directions, that were like, the way the crow flies, or the way you throw a stone . . . one fourth mile below the damn . . . what damn, was my question, never dreaming that there were two POWER PARKS . . . or was this a game of double trouble, since JoAnn, the real, wrote about it in her blog, and there was no real place, or address of the celebration . . . we could hold it in either place. I was confused as to why the Missoulian was covering the celebration . . . until, I realized, hiking up the canyon, that, just as I thought, that Park, that was near the power station, was called, POWER PARK! I know where Thompson Falls is . . . and that is symbolic too . . . somewhere along the line, Tom or Thomas, became a code word for CIA agents, can't remember, but?
Shelley's lies hurt, just like Rachel Dolezal, as do Rachel Southwick Hickey-Moosman, or Sue's, or Kay's . . . none of these women, who claim to be me, whom you think are me, have the training, experience, background, resume, cases, writings, speaking, or analytical skills that I have, nor the Constitutional understanding; therefore, when U.S. Congressman, Zinke, makes a statement, that we need fewer Lawyers and more scientists in the forests, I am sure referring to my blog of the other day, and having rubbed shoulders with Shelley, whom is a biologist, but pretends to be me, too, with an inner circle, so he thinks this bitch knows law, or con law, or even is smart enough to be an attorney . . . she was certainly too lazy ass to go through law school, and graduated from the CIA school of dumb as law . . . and a Congressman relies on her . . .
WE ALL SUFFER, AS WE DO WHEN COPS LIE!
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