RUG GRIPPER . . . THREE GOONS, WATCHING ME WALK OUT OF HOSTEL, LICENSE PLATE WITH "HOFF", REMINDING ME, OF 3 PEOPLE WHO DIED, FRIEND STEVE CHRISTIANSEN--PIPEBOMB IN CAR, IF I REMEMBER--GARY AND KATHY SHEETS, PRESENT BOMB EXPLODED ON FRONT DOOR! MURDERS STARTED, WHEN THE FRAUD WAS FOUND OUT . . . MARK HOFFMAN, THE MORMON UNI BOMBER, DEALER IN ANCIENT MORMON SCRIPT, FOOLED THE PROPHET, PAID A FORTUNE, PULLED THE WOOL OVER THE MOST EXPERIENCED, ATTORNEY DALIN OAKS, AND OTHER GENERAL AUTHORITIES--THANK GOD I WAS INSPIRED BY MY INTEL GUY, GOD, TO SWITCH HATS, GOING FROM BLACK TO ORANGE--"THE NEW BLACK", CONFUSING THE THREE "HOFFS" WAITING FOR ME, JUST OUT THE DOOR . . . EARLY MORNING GET-A-WAY, CIA TRACKING ME COMING OUT OF THE KALISPELL PUBLIC LIBRARY--BLOGGING--CIA AT BUS DEPOT TOO, WATCHING WHICH BUS--LOCAL MONTANA OR GREYHOUND--FOOLED HIM UNTIL I CREPT ON SHUTTLE . . . CIA NOT VERY CONVINCING TO THIS BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK--NO TICKET PURCHASE, NO MEETING SOMEONE, CHECKING BUSES, ACTING LIKE A BMX BIKERS, SKATER DUDE, DIDN'T FOOL ME AS I SLIPPED AROUND FRONT OF BUILDING TO SUBWAY--WATCHED, WATCHING THE WATCHER, LIKE ALWAYS! LOL! 'TIS YOU! AS I DRIVE AWAY . . . JACK FAT, COULD EAT NO LEAN, WAITING FOR ME--BLAH, SHELLEY'S BOY, HUB? IDENTIFYING ME TO BLACK & WHITE RAILROAD SUVS/COPS, THE DAY BEFORE, WHEN I BOOKED IT OUT OF THE BUS TERMINAL, BUT, OBVIOUSLY, MY ESCAPE, GREAT WAS DISCOVERED . . . THOUIGHT I DITCHED, MOTORCYCLIST, FRANTICALLY SEARCHING THE STREETS FOR ME, AFTER I VANISHED INTO A BUIDLING MALL, WITHOUT BEING SEEN! SIGNS AND SYMBOLS, REVEAL WHO AGENTS ARE . . . HE WAS WEARING A GRAY SHIRT, WITH "DC" BRAND, BLACK SHORTS, BALD, ROMAN NOSE, AND VERY AGGRESSIVE! AND HE SHOWED UP AT THE "SPLIT ROCK CAFE" IN KALISPELL WITH ME--A FEW TABLES AWAY, BUT HE HEARD ME TALKING TO A COUPLE ABOUT THE WEATHER, AND I STATED THAT I WAS GETTING OUT OF THE HEAT, LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY, WITH THIS GUY, PROMPTLY LEAVING, NOT TO THE BATHROOM, BECAUSE HE ONLY ACTED TO WALK TO THE BACK--BUT CAME BACK IN THE FRONT DOOR--EVERYTIME HE PASSED, I MOVED FORWARD, DON'T WANT A SYRINGE WITH WATER OR AIR SHOT IN MY NECK, KILLING ME! YIKES! DUDE SET THE STING TO STOP THE SHUTTLE BUS DRIVER, LEAVING ME, PICKING UP SHELLEY IN WHITEFISH, THE SWAP--BUT I CAUGHT A TAXI AND BOOKED IT BACK TO MISSOULA, GOING THE WRONG WAY, SHELL! ONE BUILDING, THREE SYMBOLIC NAMES: (1) FRAME IT; (2) CRY "J"; AND (3) SPLIT ROCK CAFE . . . THAT KIND OF TELLS IT ALL! GOVERNMENT SPOOK, BLOCKED TRIP TO GLACIER TO HIDEOUT, GATHER MY PERSECTIVE AND DIRECTION--DRIVER IN WHITEFISH, NEVER GOES THERE, NOT ON THE ROUTE, NEVER PICKS UP--RIDERS ON THE FREE SHUTTLE, PICK UP TUESDAYS AT THE KALISPELL HOSPITAL--HOSTILE CROWD YESTERDAY . . . I WAS A BIT BUMMED OUT, MISSING OUT ON GLACIER, BUT I WILL MAKE IT THERE TO SEE THE LEAVES IF I HAVE TO WALK! OTHER PASSENGER, WITH A TON OF SHIT, DIDN'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS, THAT WE GOT LEFT OF THE DRIVER WAS LEAVING US . . . HE JUST SMILED AND ATE HIS CHIPS, UNTIL I BUGGED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, TO CALL AND SEE WHAT WAS UP . . . CASUAL, GETTING PAID TO NEGATE ANY RUMORS OF ME BEING THERE, SAME WITH BUS DRIVER, WHO HAS KNOWN ME, I KNOW HIS WIFE, FOR ABOUT TWO YEARS . . . DITCHING ME, MAKING IT LOOK LIKE SHELLEY IS ME, BY TELLING ME TRIP CANCELLED DUE TO MECHANICAL PROBLEMS, BROKEN DOWN BUS IN WHITEFISH . . . SPOOK WITH TONS OF LUGGAGE, NO CAR AT ALL, NOT BOTHERED THAT RIDE CANCELLED . . . WHAT'S UP? SAME OLD BULL SHIT, CUTTING THROUGH THIS GANGS SHIT, IS A FULL TIME JOB! LOL! . . . SAVE THE BRAIN VS. SAVE THE TA-TAS! GUESS WHICH ONE WINS EVERYTIME! ANSWER--BACK DOOR WOMAN, LOOK UP ON THE RIGHT SIDE, EGYPTIAN, TOPLESS GODDESS RAW OR CLEOPATRA, WHICH SHELLEY RELATES TO, WITH SOME PRINCE OR KING (JACK STRODE KING, JACK THE RIPPER, HER KING) LOOKING STRAIGHT AT HER BOOBS! LOL! GOD DOES HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR! LOL, AND CLEAR AS A BELL WITH MESSAGES SOME TIMES! NSA, SPOOK, ECLIPSE MY SENSE, VISITING CLERK, WHO EVEN SHOCKED THE TECH KID, LOOKING STRANGELY AS THIS GUY POPPED OUT OF NOWHERE, LAST NIGHT, TELLING ME, THAT THE PHONE WOULD KICK IN, FROM BETWEEN ONE TO SEVERAL HOURS? IT NEVER KICKED IN, BUT LOW FLYING SAUCERS, CIRCLING UFO'S, WITH RADAR EQUIPMENT DID FLY OVER RIVER SITE! UNIFIED POLICE FORCE, GANG BANGING ME, PHONE AND ALL--SHARING MY OLD PHONE NUMBER--LEFT AT WALMART, WITH THE GRAND FUNK JUNCTION POLICE DEPARTMENT, ANSWERING MY CALL TO DUTY, WITH THEM FINDING OR TAKING MY CELL PHONE TO THE TA-TA GIRLZ! VERY INTERESTING! SPOOK DROPS IN AT WALMART TO SET UP THE ECLIPSE, TRACKED DOWN BY THE RIVER--HINT, HOW DO I KNOW THIS IS A SPOOK, LUCKY GUESS, NO . . . SECURITY GUARDS WEAR NAVY BLUE SHIRTS, NOT LIGHT OR ROYAL BLUE, DRIVE SILVER FORD, BOX STATIONWAGON--I HAVE BEEN USING HOSPITAL COMPUTERS, OFF AND ON FOR YEARS, SINCE FIRST COMING TO MISSOULA, HAVING ME COMPUTER FRIED BY NSA, THREE DAYS AFTER I PURSHASED IT IN HELENA, AND WROTE ABOUT MITT, BACK IN EARLY 2012, ALLEDGED SECURITY GUARD, IN WHITE VAN--DIDN'T CHECK THE WRITING, SMALL ON THE DOOR, BUT SURE AS HELL, NOT ST. PATRICK'S PROVIDENCE VEHICLE, THAT HAS FOLLOWED ME OFF CAMPUS, SEVERAL TIMES IN THE LAST WEEK OR TWO--I KNOW MY CARS, KNOW MY SPOOKS, BUT A NICE ONE--HIT MAN? MAYBE, HE DID INFORM ME THAT THE OLD PROFESSIONAL BUILDING, THAT IS GENERALLY NOT OWNED BY HOSPITALS, BUT BY DOCTORS, IS NOW A TRAINING CENTER FOR SWAT, LENDING EVIDENCE OF A COP SHOP PLAN . . . DUDE FINDS ME ABOUT 1:00 A.M., LOOKING AT THE RIVER . . . SEES ME, AFTER LOW FLYING FBI SURVEILLANCE PLANE, TRACKS MY NEW CELL PHONE WITH OLD NUMBER, BUT NEVER WORKS . . . BUT THIS MORNING THANKS TO THE NERDY TECH MANNING THE ENTERTAINMENT CENTER, TAKING A SHIT LOAD OF TIME ANSWERING ALL THE QUESTIONS OF AN EQUALLY NERDY PERSON ON THE OTHER END, I GOT MY OLD NUMBER BACK, WRESTLED IT OUT OF THE HANDS OF THE HACKERS, THE SPOOKS, THE FEDS, BUT, AFTER A WEEK OF BEING TRACKED BY REAL SPOOKS, RATHER THAN CYBER SPOOKS, I DECIDED, I MIGHT AS WELL GET A PHONE AGAIN, SINCE THEY ARE WATCHING EVERY MOVE I MAKE . . . GOTTA PROTECT THOSE TA-TAS! LOL! OSCAR THE GROUCH, IS PUT TO SHAME BY THE OXFORD BAR & GRILL LATE NIGHT CHEF, COOKING ME UP A "GARBAGE" OMLET AT 3:00 A.M., LAST NIGHT, ALONG WITH HASHBROWNS, SOUR DOUGH TOAST, TOBASCO SAUCE . . . SECRET SAUSE, "SO MUCH MORE THAN HOT!" RUN ALL NIGHT, NO SLEEP, AGAIN, WATCHING THE DUCKS FIGHT ON THE POND, OUTSIDE THE MISSOULA AQUATIC CENTER . . . YEAH, BACK IN MISSOULA, AFTER A BRIEF BUT EVENTFUL ZIP TRIP TO KALISPELL AND WHITEFISH . . . TIME MOVES ON WITHOUT YOU WHEN YOU ARE CONSTANTLY IN FUNKLAND, WITH SPOOKS, UNI BOMBERS, COPS AND ROBBERS, AND SO DO FRIENDS, IF YOU DON'T STAY IN CONTACT . . . WHERE ARE YOU ANNIE? NEW AVENUES, INSPIRED BY THE SMALL BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY WORKSHOP AND SOS GOSPEL SONGS LAST NIGHT, WATCHING THE RIVER AND LISTENING TO MY NEW PORTABLE $9.98 RADIO, THAT I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR! 48 HOURS OUT OF THE POVERELLO CENTER AND MY BED, BECAUSE I CHECKED OUT, THINKING I WOULD BE CAMPING OR STAYING IN A HOSTEL UP IN EAST GLACIER RIGHT NOW, UNTIL THINGS CALMED DOWN, IN OTHER PLACES! LAST NIGHT WHILE AT WALLY'S WORLD, GETTING MY PHONE, THERE WAS A DVD OF THE DOUBLE FEATURE MOVIE "HOSTEL" . . . THINK IT IS A TERROR MOVIE--I LIKE TO THINK THAT I INSPIRED THE PURCHASE OF THAT MOVIE BECAUSE OF MY BLOG AND WRITING ABOUT THE WHITEFISH HOSTEL, STARTED LAST YEAR BY TWO SISTERS . . . WAY CUTE, COZY, EVEN HAS WHITE COMFORTERS . . . THAT'S WHITEFISH FOR YOU! LOL! THOSE LUXURY RESORT TOWNS, HOPPING THIS TIME OF YEAR, BUT OFF SEASON, I AM SURE THE PRICES GO DOWN, BUT $38.50 FOR A BED IS RESONABLE, SINCE YOU WILL SPEND ABOUT AT LEAST $100 AT A HOTEL, AT THE HEIGHT OF THE GLACIER PARK TOURIST SEASON . . . HELL, I SPEND $75 PER NIGHT, AND THAT IS A SPECIAL RATE MY FRIENDS AT SUPER 8 GIVE ME, SINCE I COME THERE ALL THE TIME, LOVE THEIR BREAKFASTS, NICE ROOMS AND GREAT STAFF! THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS, BUT I HAD AN EPITHANY, OR WAS SORT OF REDIRECTED THROUGH THE WORDS ON TWO SIGNS, ONE ON THE WAY UP TO KALISPELL, AROUND RONAN . . . MAKE PEACE HAPPEN, AND THE OTHER, I NOTICED FOR THE FIRST TIME . . . LARGE SIZED ARMS AND HANDS OF CHRIST, WHITE ROBES, UNLESS I WAS SEEING SOMETHING . . . ONLY WOKE UP ONCE ON THE 2 AND A HALF HOUR TRIP BACK TO MISSOULA, BUT I JUST CAUGHT A GLANCE OF THE WORDS AND BILLBOARD . . . "GREATER TEACHING" AS IF JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF, WOKE ME UP, JUST IN TIME TO SEE THAT SIGN, AT LEAST I THINK IT WAS THERE, TO GIVE ME A MESSAGE, THAT THERE ARE AREAS OF WRITING THAT ARE "GREATER THAN THE CONSTITUTION AND THE LAW", IN FACT, TWO DECEMBERS AGO, I FELT STRONGLY, I SHOULD WRITE MORE ON CHRIST TEACHINGS, SPIRITUAL THINGS, RATHER THAN MY PASSION, POLITICS, BUT BLEW IT OFF, OTHER THAN WRITING NOW AND THEN, ON SUNDAY, THINKING THAT SATISFIED CHRIST MY SAVIOR AND REDEEMER . . . LAST NIGHT, AFTER DANCING TO ROCK, POP AND COUNTRY MUSIC, I WANTED SOMETHING A BIT MORE SLEEP CONDUCIVE TO TAKE ME INTO LA, LA, LAND, SO I TURNED TO "SOS" GOSPEL POP, AND I WAS BAWLING LIKE A BABY, AND SONG AFTER SONG, WAS LEADING ME TO NEW HEIGHTS AND INSPIRATIONS! I WAS GLAD IT WAS DARK, HID MY TEARS, FROM THE ALLEGED, VERY NICE, VERY HANDSOME, SECURITY GUARD, WHO SAT AND TALKED TO ME FOR ABOUT AN HOUR, THEN GAVE ME A RIDE UP TO THE OXFORD, SO I COULD GET A GARBAGE OMLET, SOMEONE TOLD ME ABOUT, AND CATCH UP ON THE NEWS, AND THE FUN, ALWAYS WELCOMING STAFF, COOK, WAITRESS, EVEN AT FUCKIN' 3:00 A.M.! HOME AWAY FROM THE POV . . . LOL! LIFE IS GOOD!

True Crime . . . Michael Jackson

The other day, while on the computers in the learning center, at St. Patrick's Hospital, I got my blog done early and had some time to kill, and I just happened to search for true crime shows, my hobby and my passion, that I have missed watching, since giving my computer to the black dude, who was likely on
Shelley's payroll, and was there, trying to sit by me for about 5 attempts, pushing my hot computer on him, while I was wearing a black hoodie, insisting he just leave me the hell alone, that there might be a sheriff's posse waiting for me in my old hometown, and I was giving him the free, only three months old computer, as a bribe, so that he would redirect the spooks and cyber spies, taking the computer with him to California, while I, masked and very stealth, slipped off the bus, over to where the truckers hang out, making sure there is not a sniper, or something waiting for me in Iron County, the county I live in, sued for $56.7 million, took out judges, off the bench for 6 months, should have been disbarred, narcotics task force members, fired, dismissed on administrative leave, and fired . . . not sure about the admin. leave, but I am sure that I grilled this sorry, narc's ass, for 78 minutes straight, until he perjured himself, on the witness stand . . . really, just a bold faced liar!  Perjury my ass . . . liar, liar, pants on fire, is more like it, even the judge warned him, but he sent the Utah State Bar Association, a complaint against me for being so mean, bullying him, and pushing him around . . . he promised he was a good officer, good at lying, after 22 years, that's for sure!

But, as I watched the documentaries on Michael Jackson's life, music, personal family life, and death, I was struck, by the tragedy of the misconstrued claims, the vindictive and malicious prosecution, even changing the laws at the legislature, so the county attorney or DA, could go after Michael, even after he had been acquitted on all the original 14 counts of all sorts of things, including, but not limited to molesting or sleeping with children . . . who he was merely befriending and helping him and his mother, cope with the boy's cancer, giving him total access to Neverland and Michael's wealth, power, influence, bringing about a very rapid and miraculous recovery for the boy, who was later the speculated victim of Michael's sexual advances and abuses!  Close friends and family, said that Michael, never fully recovered from those allegations and charges,that while the jury found him innocent, everywhere he went, people stared and made him feel like he was some worthless, pedophile or pervert, going after little children at his mansion and theme park . . . Michael said, he just wanted to be a kid, wanted to hang out with kids, that, they were the only class of people who had not let him down, never asked him for anything, and whom he could enjoy and trust.

Most people don't know that Michael, on all his tours, would go around, the world, basically, and visit sick children, make them feel special, help with the Make a Wish Foundation and other charitable events and causes, with him being on of the most charitable givers in the world.  His acts of kindness were misconstrued to be selfish acts of perversion and deviance, rather than a kid, who from the age of 5, never got to have a childhood, was severely mistreated by his father . . . although, while he felt abused and in fear of is father, he said, look at where I am, what he helped create!  Just the greatest or at least one of the greatest musical geniuses of our time, and all time, in my opinion!  My children, loved Thriller . . . the girls, Greta and Nicole, dressed baby brother, Chris up, putting make-up on him, turning him into a one year old, walking Zombie, with shredded overalls, make-up scars and stitches . . . selling tickets, making popcorn, and performing to the audience, Michael Jackson's THRILLER . . . still a Halloween favorite to this day, front porch theater, supportive religious leaders, abducted by the girls to attend their production on our old front porch, sitting on wooden picnic table benches . . . fond, fond, memories!  The good old days . . . Michael, hurt, sad, and at times despondent, was and was not puzzled by the hatred, the jealousy, and the most hurtful, the lies, accusing him, of the total opposite of what he was trying to do with children . . . make their stay at his Neverland, and unforgettable experience!  Debbie, is wife, and friend of about 22 years before, marrying and giving Michael children, had nothing but good to say about him, she just couldn't deal with the feeding frenzy and photographers, never even being able to go to the store!

She said and confirmed his statement, that HE WOULD NEVER MOLEST CHILDREN!  It just wasn't in him . . . but, to a lesser extent, I could relate with his pain, much more than I would have like to admit!  Thanks, Michael, for making my own children's childhood, even reaching into the next generation, to my grandchildren, who are terrified of the video of Thriller, more fun and scary at Halloween, as they scream and ditch for cover, when THRILLER IS BEING PLAYED!  Your music and efforts, have not escaped millions, who love you, and will appreciate your contributions, forever!  SOB!

I think it more appropriate, right now, to offer a moment of silence, for the lives of Michael, and the Marines just killed . . . both had a passion for what they believed in!

THIS BLOG IT TERMINATED!  I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING ANY MORE--CATCH YOU TOMORROW!  HAVE A GOOD ONE!