MOTIVES FOR MURDER? AH, $$$$$$$$, AH, REPUTATION, AH, ELITISM, AH, MUSIC, AH, STELLAR CAREER, AH, A THREAT TO THE GOVERNMENT, AH, A PURE LIFE! PRICELESS! AH, JEALOUSY!
Stolen Identity
It is funny, for me, not for the losers, who did this to me, the jackals, no match for a lioness! but, as I write my blog, on various topics and issues, regarding this case, the computer, on YouTube, generates, a match with true crime episodes, that are incredibly, spot on, straight up, dead center, not only on topic, but, shit, even bring up the names of people I have mentioned, last night, a daughter named, Shelley, and right now a husband who killed his wife, named, Stuart Kovak . . . wasn't that old cops show, oh, that with Terry Savalis, was Kosak, or something like that, co-sack works right there along with the double bedding, secret second, the dirty little spiritual wife, the polygamy, or the replacement! Oh, or was it, Kojak? No, that is Shelley, Jack Ass, Jack the Ripper, another one of yours! LOL! I fucking love it, I could not have matched these shows better, if I had tried them all myself! LOL! Although, I am not ruling out, that God does move in mysterious ways! The last, New Detective case, was entitled, Silent Witness, that often, when there are not a lot of clues, the cop, detective, or investigator, has to find circumstantial evidence to prove the case. As, that was playing in the background, I thought back to Allan Rex Bess, seemingly, bringing up evidence, after death and putting it into my hands, to prove that Frank, Interpol, was, in fact a killer, and also a double, and I was right, but had to prove it to the cops, but they didn't want to listen, because they were hired by the feds to take me down, not clean up the fucking dirty cops!
The Slightest Clue, Into a Silent Witness!
After, what was at a subconscious level, from the first second, I saw, Frank, and wondered what happened to Allan, my client, and noting, the skinny, sickly, man, shuffling out of the Bess home, and I confirmed my suspicions with a worker, who not only was in jail with Allan, but grew up with him, and had mother's who were best friends, with this new shit, Frank, striking zeros, as clueless, as somebody who, didn't get the briefing on Brad, and realizing that, I was right, this was not Allan, because, while not being around him a lot, I did recall standing in court, and he seemed to tower over me, and this new guy, having pulled his mug shot, was a good 3 inches shorter, and 60 pound's thinner, at least . . . but, the last day, I saw Allan, April 18, 2011, he had been cleaning out an old trailer, that was on the spare lot, his family owned, next to the corner lot the house was on. Now, this was a few months later, by this time, but Lynette, who was the girlfriend or wife, of the man, Allan, gave the trailer to, because they were losing their home, out of the blue, brought me, a piece of paper, a letter, that Allan, had received, being denied, this or that, from the V.A., but it listed Allan's weight and height, if I recall, but he did weigh about exactly what I had said, about, 230 lbs., and I think, it also gave his height as 6 feet tall!
Some time after that, I was up early to the cabin, with Frank, and he had lost his tri-focal glasses, and was freaking out, looking everywhere, with me joining him in his search, since, he could not see a damned thing without them. All of the sudden, it dawned on me, that I had never seen Allan, ever wearing glasses, other than to read! Another silent witness of circumstantial evidence, that this was not, Allan, but a government double! It was not, long after that, that, a pair of reading glasses, of Allan's, fell out of my glove compartment, that he had lent me months earlier, wanting me to read something for him, and me, having left my own reading glasses home, borrowed his, not only on the spot, but, using them, later in the day, but stuffing them in the compartment, and having forgot about them, until they fell out, after months of getting in and out of that glove compartment, tons of times, with them, never falling out, and now they did! And then, I put, two and two together, one piece of evidence after another, making my case, for the new chief of police, in Parowan, who didn't seem to give a rat's ass, about a murder, and the threat to me! That is because he was hired, to replace Preston Griffith, a cop who grew up, in Parowan, and knew Allan, his whole life! All part of the plan to take me down, and replace Allan with Frank, and Shelley with ME! Dirty Treasures!
Can you believe, the alleged, top law enforcement agency in the world, the FBI, can't get a Bountiful High Year Book, from the years, of 1970 to 1973, when I was in high school, with Kay Burningham, one of my doubles, wife of Brett, aka, ME, JOANN S. SECRIST, being a classmate, and look at the difference between, me, who I am letting fucking dip shit cops, know, daily where I am at, with two, being either parked, at St. Patrick's behind a sign, on Spruce, while another cop car, came out of the parking lot, right in front of me, that can verify, that shortly after 7:00 A.M., and a woman, that I am sure, they were tracing or tracking, walked by with an orange baseball hat, and all black, pants, coat, and shoes! But, it is impossible to get a year book, and see what the women look like and look at the assistant director, of the FBI, using my life, resume, children, reputation, cases, to get the top cop fucking job, and identify the liar, the psychopath, the murder, the fake mother of Elliot, Ditch and the Delta? that is just too damned hard? I am sure the fucking dirt bag cops, this morning, will have no problem perjuring themselves, and say that I am Shelley . . . she worked hard for my money, so you better treat her right! Hell, you can find Susan, Shelley, Rachel, Marcie, Me and Kay, all within, several years . . . dream girl was nothing but a decoy! Just heard that on the true crime show, in the background! The FBI and the cops, will not do it, because they are trying to prove the TOTAL OPPOSITE, that I am the fraud! WHAT FOOLS, and they wonder why I hate the fuckers?
Can you believe, the alleged, top law enforcement agency in the world, the FBI, can't get a Bountiful High Year Book, from the years, of 1970 to 1973, when I was in high school, with Kay Burningham, one of my doubles, wife of Brett, aka, ME, JOANN S. SECRIST, being a classmate, and look at the difference between, me, who I am letting fucking dip shit cops, know, daily where I am at, with two, being either parked, at St. Patrick's behind a sign, on Spruce, while another cop car, came out of the parking lot, right in front of me, that can verify, that shortly after 7:00 A.M., and a woman, that I am sure, they were tracing or tracking, walked by with an orange baseball hat, and all black, pants, coat, and shoes! But, it is impossible to get a year book, and see what the women look like and look at the assistant director, of the FBI, using my life, resume, children, reputation, cases, to get the top cop fucking job, and identify the liar, the psychopath, the murder, the fake mother of Elliot, Ditch and the Delta? that is just too damned hard? I am sure the fucking dirt bag cops, this morning, will have no problem perjuring themselves, and say that I am Shelley . . . she worked hard for my money, so you better treat her right! Hell, you can find Susan, Shelley, Rachel, Marcie, Me and Kay, all within, several years . . . dream girl was nothing but a decoy! Just heard that on the true crime show, in the background! The FBI and the cops, will not do it, because they are trying to prove the TOTAL OPPOSITE, that I am the fraud! WHAT FOOLS, and they wonder why I hate the fuckers?
Flip Sides of the Same Coin!
Back when I was an assistant attorney general, in the Utah Attorney Generals Office, a member, the only female, in the Criminal Enforcement Division, as staff attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council, probably the very job on MY resume, that got that bitch a job at the FBI, we used to always, joke about the fact, that the cops, were just the flip side of the same coin! Looking back to the days of asset forfeiture, and the psychopaths, in the cop shops, who were feeding on the property of the citizens, using it without providing, any due process, no right to a jury trial, and freezing the alleged suspect or defendant's assets, so they could not get their hands on it, long before they were convicted of a crime, nor could they get an attorney, so free shit show and cookie jar for the cops, their cash cow, now it is ME! but, I kind of thought, that statement, my have provided me with the insights, the ammo, and the fury to go after the cops and prosecutors, killing that legislation, that spread to 27 states, who voted in the state legislative bodies to curtail cop incentives to, literally, STEAL, citizens' property, keep what they wanted, and sell the rest on surplus sales, keeping the money! So, the cop's plan, to get a raise, was not to go to the city council, the mayor, county commission, or the governor, it was simply to go after a segment of the community, that would have no sympathy, the alleged druggies, the dealers, the user . . . the scum bags, don't deserve a damned thing!
Oh, and the cops deserve the profits on the blood, sweat, and tears, of sometimes, good citizens, like the farmer, who got, his John Deere tractor stolen by a cop, down in central Utah, and the cop was later, seen, using the farmer's tractor, to plow his own, fields . . . psychopaths, with badges? guns? access? ability to jail someone? alleged, legitimate reasons to stalk someone? the right to get into court docket? steal music? Yeah, the cops are the worst types of psychopaths, because we give them license to steal, kill, and take property! That is why, I can see two cops, stalking me, this morning, at St. Patrick's Hospital, they are protecting their psycho bitches, who claim to be me, so they can take the money from this blog, and just redirect another, account, and like the old blood suckers, in the days, when doctors, early beliefs about medical treatment, was to put leaches on the person, and hoping the leaches would suck the disease, or the impure blood out of the sick person. Well, I am well, and the blood suckers, the parasites, the leaches, in the cop shops, from local, to state, to the feds, FBI, and even, international cops, like CIA, and Interpol, are sucking off the tits of the CASH COW, and her calves, ME! Psychopaths, just flip sides of the same coin! I get it better than ever, now!
Parasites, Plotting My Murder and Yours!
Last night, I watched two segments, with about two or three stories in each episode, of Stolen Identity, I, through, these true crime shows, am learning more and more, about the mentality, the sick fucks, the losers, who, are nothing but parasites to man, woman and child, feeding of people, who worked hard, planned their lives, their retirement, to take care of their children, and who, they, with little thought, surely no empathy, or sympathy, without thought, conscious, out of jealous, for wealth or privileged, earned, worked for, and well deserved, just walked in, and decided what they people had, was theirs, and just shot them, murdered them, without thought, feeling, or even a second thought. My thoughts last night, were of gratitude, that at least, I am still alive, and much of that, is due to being poisoned back in the end of 1999 or 2000, and realizing, that yes there are monsters in society, that live next to you, that work with you, can be your best friend, you sister, you parents, and can kill you, taking your life, wealth, and career, hard fought for, without a blink of an eye, and steal, whatever, take, booty, or reward they can get from you, seeing you merely as their target of the day, the year, the month, the second!
Motive . . . Everything You Have, Without Exception!
In the first episode, and I am not going to use names, but titles, like father daughter, unless it is pertinent to the story, but, a daughter, concerned for her father's safety, having not heard from him, unlike the 54 years old retired teacher, who had made a few sound investments, and was set up for life, and retirement, early, with a nice home and a ton of money, allegedly went on a vacation, and had sent, the daughter and her son, several birthday cards, and cards for other occasions, but the hand writing didn't match that of her father's and he had failed to call her, recently, which was his custom, quit often, being the only child and grandchild, as I recall. So, the good cops, doing real police work, rather than parasitic, shit like they are doing to me, and my son, but actually working for their pay, started talking to neighbors, and friends, and find out that some guy, had recently been doing work for the girl's father, and so they stopped by the house, and after talking to the guy, he told the cops, that he had worked for the man, and he was just on vacation, but that the retired teacher, rather than paying him in cash, was just paying his mortgage! The cops are immediately concerned and even more so, after talking to the daughter, who said, that was not like her father, he was a fair man, but what was his, was his . . . the cops on a second visit, found, a rotary saw, some TV and stereo equipment that matched the serial numbers of the father's, records they have found in the basement of his house.
It seems like there was a friend that somehow played into this, who was picked up and got a reduced amount of time in jail, some of the stories, may blend, but eventually, it came out, that the killer had approached the older man, with some deal, scheme, or scam, to get some of his money, and when the father, didn't go for the offers, the guy, had plan B, and that was to just kill him, take over his identity and steal his wealth, if he was not going to share it! I mean, who thinks like this? PSYCHOPATHS!
Jealous of the Trust Fund, and Wealth of His Elderly Neighbor
So, in this next case, some wealthy, older citizen, came up missing, with a call coming in from his home health nurse, making the report. The cops found him, close to death, out in the cold, under the pines, and barely breathing, and the old man, actually died on the way to the hospital, but he mentioned the name of his attacker, and the cops followed up the lead. They found a middle aged man, who had been using the man's credit cards, cashing checks, and spending some of his money. There was something to do with the man's truck being worked on at a shop, and when the cops, followed the lead, they didn't find the man or the truck, but they did, find, a pile of mail, in a can, on the counter of the car shop, and took them. The older man's name was, Thomas Wayne Jones, and the cops wondered, if the name Gray Wayne Thomas, was just a pseudonym for the older man, that had just died, and the guys were playing name games to evade detection.
So, they checked with this man's bank, three states away, and they found that the man's account was still active, and he was receiving a monthly trust fund check, and they didn't ever see him, in person, but, he still was conducting business over the phone, or through ATM transactions, and they had not noticed, other than the lack of coming into the bank, to actually do the money exchanges or check cashing themselves, all seemed normal, but he had requested to get his monthly amount increase, lately. The cops tracked down the estranged father, who told them, that he and his son had a falling out, and had not been in contact with each other, but he was a wealthy man, and worried about his son, who could not hold down a job, so he just set him up a trust fund, and had his attorney, talk to his son. Come to find out, the guy, suspected of killing the older man, had been a friend of the son, back in the old state, making the cops suspicious, come to find out, nobody had seen the boy, for about three years, but nobody, really did a missing person report, because all banking activities were still active.
The cops, apprehended the suspect, after his wife told the cops where he was, because the old man, who had by now died, but, not soon enough to cover the name of his assailant, turning the aggravated assault into a homicide case, could be found at the store. The man was arrested without incident, and being charged with one murder, he was questioned about the boy's account. At first the cops, didn't know what to think, with the man in jail, the money was still being taken out of the boy's bank and trust, so they hesitated, and later came back to the man, finding, that while he was in jail, the wife was actually carrying on, banking activities, as if she was the trust funder! The man got life, and his accomplice, the wife, only got, like a year for bank fraud and forgery! What the fuck? Maybe there was some deal cut that I missed, but Kay better no only get a year for forging my name, on the Brock, $357 million case! Good God! When the cops asked why he killed the two men, especially the boy, he said, he was jealous of the money the kid got from his dad, and his easy life, and he also was jealous of the old man, who was wealthy, and EARNED it! NOVEL THOUGHT!
Betty a Thug, With Warrants, Has Friends Kill Friend Annie, a Hard Working, Church Going, Financially Savvy Friend, Steals Her Identity!
So, at the first of his episode that is way too close to home, this Betty, runs to cops, tells them her sister, Annie is missing, and she believes that she was shot, and the word on the streets, is that her body is laying in a warehouse, in the city. The cops make her wait, 24 hours, then making sure she is not a missing person, they go check out the scene the next day, and there is a young woman's body, laying in a pool of blood, having been shot 6 times, 3 times to her head. They get Betty to come identify the body, and she freaks out, saying that was her sister, ANNIE! and she is noticeably upset. The cops are suspicious of the behavior, too over acted, and strange, and they track down, Annie's older brother, who looked at the crime scene photos and said, that body is not Annie's body, but the girl, identifying her, is Annie! So, who is the body of the other young woman, with no I.D. left in her purse, missing credit cards, checks, cash?
By this time, the real Annie, with the dead girl's I.D. and money, is off and gone, going to start a new life, ditch her warrants, and start clean, using the identity of this dead girl! Word gets around, that this is a girl named Stella, who had worked with Annie, sometime earlier, and it comes out that Annie, hired a cousin, to go kill Stella, who had just recently, tracked down, Annie, and invited her to a make-up party she was having, at her home, that week. If the boys, killed Stella and took her I.D., Annie would give them $5,000, so Stella, met Annie, an ambush, at the warehouse or some parking lot, where the boys, met her, kidnapped her, took her to the warehouse and murdered her, delivering Stella's stolen I.D. to Annie, who took off and was now on a spending spree with the new girl's I.D. and credit. Of course, Annie didn't get far . . . wasn't sharing with the cops, investigating, big mistake, but, she was caught and ended up, spending the rest of her life in prison.
Sometimes, Just Taking Your I.D., is Not Enough, Stealing Your Life, Is Even Better!
The scary thing about working against the government, the cops, is they have access to everything. I got my Utah Driver's License stolen, lost, absconded, at the Great Falls DMV, when I was buying a car, and registering it, not under my name, because, we needed to get a new title, or because the government, was obeying the new law, that they could not place a GPS tracking system on a suspects car, without a judge's approval and warrant, to protect people from, unreasonable searches and seizures, under the 4th amendment, so the DMV, I am sure, were pre-warned, and told to keep my I.D., or just fail to give it back, to me, after I gave it to them, to get a copy, to register the car, under the alleged owner's name, Michael Hall, until he obtained a new title, so I paid for the registration, but he was still on title . . . GPS circumvention? I think so, and I believe the man, I purchased the car from, was not the man I talked to on the phone, making the arrangements, and a cop, actually, paid him, Michael, who was a collector of Ford Taurus', and I met the cop, way too healthy for the guy I talked on who was dying of multiple sclerosis!
And when I went to pay, this alleged, Mike Hall, the bank teller at the U.S. Bank, I was to pay the monthly payments to, first, she told me she could not find the account, no surprise, then she told me there were two, or which one did I want to put it in, and so on, not even knowing if it was going to the right guy, sure that the cops, purchased the car, so they could claim ownership, so they could put a GPS tracking system on it, after taking my truck and trying to prevent me from having a car, and already setting the stage for the identity theft in Montana, before I got too entrenched, in the state . . . later, blowing that car up, months later, in Salt Lake City, Utah, only to see, the custom navy blue, Taurus with chrome over the tires, different that the manufactured car and style, so unique, and finding it at the Outlaw Inn, where Jack or John Strode/Ware was staying, fun and games with Shelley and John, or Frank, Kay and Brett, whom I am sure would love Whitefish and spending my money, there, the first place, I popped onto the political scene, dealing with the new medical marijuana legislation and the old FBI raids! Hint, hint, putting agents up there to pretend it was Kay, what, years after leaving Brett's sorry ass, and Kay stealing the Brock case . . . the bitch squad of whores and their bastard masters, sex partners, not only double up on me, but bury me with old flames, and bitch attachments, without being able to catch me, they just buried me ALIVE!
Fame, Money, Jealousy, Envy, Prestige, Credit, Positions of Stature, Awards, Respect . . . Enough Motives for YOU?
I would rather be respected than loved . . . Kay Baby would rather be loved, Shelley prefers saving the cops from me, and dividing my family fortune with cops, Rachel wants to be cherished, and appears to be getting her way with the huge ass fake tits, But, love, love of money, love of big boobs, is not your job . . . YOU GO AFTER CRIMINALS!
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