Playing Freud . . . Two Fascinating Crime Stories, Show Personalities, I Am Dealing With In My CASE!
MEAN PEOPLE, NO SOULS, A CRY FOR WAR!
Interview with Crime Writer: Honeymoon With a Killer
I was blocked at several different locations, from getting on the Internet this morning, and as I headed over to St. Patrick's Hospital, here in Missoula, thinking, I would crash their Internet, and get lunch, to legitimize my stay, and take advantage of the great cheap, healthy lunches, under 750 calories, then indulge in some of their amazingly addiction, pecan pie, with whip cream, having been so good during lunch, but as I came within, a block of the Hospital, which I have not been near, since last time, I was tracked, followed and chased, for doing what?, I noticed, a gray, St. Pat's, security car, Ford station wagon, coming toward me, along, Spruce, or the street, that runs right into the front of the Hospital, and it drives slowly by me, then turns, in front of me, and goes, up the street, going north, I think . . . I continue on my way, and see the bright green florescent vest of a cop, with a traffic looking, golf cart, looking like he was, directing the less that vibrant traffic, into the parking structure, at about 6:30 A.M.?
This morning, when I left the Pov., with surveillance cameras, hint, hint, hint, wearing my orange, Poverello fundraising hat, with a fishing scene on it, leaving in time, to catch the 6:35 A.M. bus, number 11, for a nice morning ride out by the airport and back, just to get out on the town, in more than walking distance, to feel like I still have a life, and can watch Missoula, wake up, because I saw warning lights on a garbage truck, and I watch those things, and wondered if there were some type of sting op, waiting for me and McDonald's where I have been for about two weeks, so a change of times, places, might be in order . . . but, the bus never came? So what is up with that? But, in the past, when these fuckers, super mob, who monitors every place I go, if they can, so they can steal the good blogs, or block the ones, that would expose who they are, and the fraud broads, gotta protect that pussy, they have fucked with the bus system, to either show there power, or to let me know they are pissed, like I care, or am scared . . . lol, but it does cause a change of plans, and I have to walk, which is good for me anyway. But, the new Fresh Market Internet was not working either, although it showed a very strong signal . . . they block Internet access if they can to, or if they figure out where I am going next . . . but the Hospital was looking bleak, so I ended up at the Break Cafe, using my Guest option! and a new .com to fool them, so I could get my blog out! LOL, games.
I did the last, blog title and felt that I didn't want to risk waking up the NSA, and allowing access, so I got in what I wanted to say and do . . . probably Greek to most of you, but hopefully, some trained eyes, who are getting used to my system, style, and symbolic code, can get some useful information out of the title. But, after I turned on a true crimes show, that I had not been on before, and there was this interview about an actual crime, and at first I did not listen, much, going to read the WSJ, but the topic caught my ears, and the description of the woman, who committed the crime, and her background and description, got my attending, not as a direct hit on what, Kay, is like, but as a collective description of the types of women, my enemies are, the way they think, the tools they use, and the devious deeds they are willing to do, to get MONEY!
40 Year Old Virgins, With Good Credit, Beware . . . These Women Really Do Exist. Scarier Than Any Halloween Show You Have Seen!
This is a true story that took place in California, and the female fatale's name is Rebecca. Rebecca is of Hispanic nationality, and was basically raised, after her parent's divorce, by her single mother, a nurse, who worked long hours, and was hooked on prescription meds, and spent most of her time in her bedroom, leaving her several children, mostly girls, to fend for themselves, with a crew of girls, who were competitive, constantly fighting, stealing each other's clothes, and sleeping with each other's boyfriends, just to hurt their sister. Shelley? Rachel? But, Rebecca, with this strange upbringing, learned early, that her pretty good looks, and her killer body, if she were to act a certain way, could get men, in particular, to do anything she wanted, would buy her anything, and she could manipulate and control them, their money, and their love, using them for any purpose she wanted, and woman, could also, be used for her purposes, to some extent.
So, after getting pregnant, after having sex, with tons of men, to the point, that to pinpoint the father of her son, she asked her sisters to look at the baby, and see which of her conquests, looked the most like her boy? And that is who she decided the baby's paternity. Rebecca had a hard time holding down a job, but she did have a very responsible friend, who helped her with jobs. On one such job, Rebecca, came walking out of the restroom, one day, and her blouse was un-bottoned, as far as she dared take it, and as she came into the lobby, in front of the boss, probably the target of the exposure, everything spilled out! The boss was so pissed, the RIGHT response to this type of behavior, even back in the 80's when sexual harassment cases, were still not to well understood, this man, told Rebecca's friend to throw her out! And she did. Later, Rebbecca started working at a very colorful flee market, selling one thing or another, and this is when she met, Bruce, basically, your 40 year old virgin.
TINY TIM, TURNS LOOKER, SILICONE VALLEY, GREAT CREDIT, FRUGAL TO SPENDER, ALL FOR REBECCA!
Bruce, with his father, sees Rebecca and is instantly smitten. He tells his father he is going to met this girl. They start hanging out, and to the delight and surprise of some of his family members, he starts to blossom, smile, have fun, and is out and about the town, with Rebecca. Rebecca tells some of her friends, that Bruce is the one she is going to marry. The friends anticipated that their sexy friend would pull out a picture of him, and she pulls out a credit score on the man! Some friends even say, well you can't just marry him for his money, and she informs them that yes she can, and she is going to, so she is set for life. Bruce's mother, figures he is a grown adult, one brother warns him, and Rebecca's friends are shocked at her brazen attitudes and the motives for marrying each other.
Rebecca starts to work her magic, getting Bruce hooked, but just enough, that she never has sex with him. She tells him, her strict Catholic upbringing prevents her from having sex, outside of marriage, and her son, was just the only time she had ever had sex, with anyone. He believes her! He lavishes his money on her, shocking everyone, Mr. Cheap, turns into the spender . . . song, She's so irresistible, I don't know where the money went! He buys her a car, boat, and even a house, up on the hills of some exclusive real estate development, but she never has sex with him and he is still living at his parents house. Finally, she tells him, that if they have a civil marriage, he can come to the house, but they can't have sex yet, so he does it.
She meets Beth Lamb, a Mormon mom and photographer who comes in to this, and helps solve the case and help with the book. But, Beth is hired to photograph the couple and key events, and Rebecca wants to be close friends, even invites Beth to the bridle party or shower, the night before the wedding. Beth hears that Rebecca is inviting male strippers to perform at the party, for her friends and Beth declines as does her responsible friend, leaves early to get to bed, so she can get up for work . . . she had just met a good man and didn't want to ruin anything with him, or make him not trust her. I guess, when this friend went to leave, she looked for Rebecca to tell her thanks and goodnight, and she caught the soon to be new bride in bed with one of the male strippers! Nice . . . all unknown to Bruce. They get married, nice ceremony, all seemed normal, but . . .
RUMORS, GROOM IS INADEQUATE SEX PARTNER, SHE STARTS LAYING THE FOUNDATION TO GET RID OF HIM, MOLESTED HER SON, ATTRACTED TO MEN, SHE KICKS HIM OUT OF HER BED AND HOUSE!
With in weeks of the marriage, and Bruce moving into the house with Rebecca, she starts all these cruel rumors, and starts laying the foundations for getting a divorce and her causes for divorce. Soon, she kicks him out, thinking that she will get to keep the house, but under California property distribution and divorce laws, due to the fact that Bruce had acquired all the property before the couple was married, Rebecca found out that she was not going to get much, if any. So, Rebecca hatches another more sinister plan, she calls Bruce, who had moved back in with his parents, and said, she was reconsidering things, and maybe, they could have a date. Of, course, Bruce jumps at the chance to be with her, because, he really was in love with her! They go to a Mexican Restaurant, and due to the rumors, she had manipulated and infuriated her macho cousins, who any type of accusations like the ones she spread about Bruce, ensighted her cousin, one who had moved in the house, with her a one of the strippers. But, after going to dinner, rather than going the normal route back to the house, she took him into some other neighborhoods, and pulled over, suddenly, Bruce was shot, and bullets were flying.
Bruce got out of the car and ran . . . but he was shot trying to get away. Rebecca hit the ground, and when the neighbor who saw the shootings, called the cops, they found, Rebeccas, who claimed these were car-jackers . . . Bruce bought her a new SUV, but the keys were still in the vehicle, and the cops noticed that Rebecca didn't have any bruises, cuts and scratches, nor had she been bumped on the head. The story didn't make any sense, but the cops, didn't have any reason to doubt her. Eventually, Rebecca, tries to hook up with one of the cops who comes back to question her on the case. He is not falling for it, and the cousin is identified by the neighbor. That is where the story stops, so you will go buy the book, apparently, the case appears to be a slam dunk, but it is not, and the trial is wild too, with twists and turns.
Ready for the Couch? This is a Type of Woman, Who Uses Sex
- Kay came from a divorced home, lived on the wrong side of the tracks, so to say in Mo Utah, with few kids at that time from divorced families. Kay and her sister, Lisa, hated, literally hated each other. I remember, Kay telling me, that she woke up one night, to find, younger sister, by one year, Lisa, standing over her, with a huge kitchen knife. Kay was prettier, smarter, more verbal, more sinister, and I remember her, even rubbing her hands together, in a gesture, of pleasure, when she was able to get a dig or two in against Lisa. Lisa was very active in the Mormon Church, and she married a good man, had a good family, that Kay seemed jealous of for a while. Kay did not get married until she was at least 28, and then she was abused. But later, Lisa, got some bizarre disease, and I really wonder, knowing these guys better, with Kay telling me, allegedly the same time she met Brett for the first time, if there was not foul play in her life, as there had been in Bruce Jensen, attorney, opposing counsel, in a case, of personal injury, that took place at the University of Utah, with Bruce, representing the defendants, or the U of U. This was the same time, as I had been diagnosed with Pick's Disease . . . strange that Shelley's next door neighbor profited from brother's death, big time, and Shelley did me, and Kay? But, Lisa got extremely sick with something that made her blow up, getting quite large, which was not her history, she was more petite like Kay, but Kay relished in the downward spiral of Lisa's looks. Any connections? I don't think, that Kay, ever was considered a knock out, in her teens, or even up to her 40's, until she teamed up with Brett . . . explosive personalities, powder kegs Brett, and Kay, the match! Brett had been with Shelley too, but I don't think the relationship was the twisted, magic, powerfully sexually charged that Kay and Brett were.
- Looking back, none of the sisters and Kay were really considered, anything more than the girl next door; however, as they aged, and started to hook up, with, for the most part, either serial killers, in Brett's case, or hopped up cops that hated me, and being, probably smarter than average, and they had all stayed in shape, for the most part, and remember this has been about 15 years, overall, since I was poisoned, and at that time, I was the gorgeous one, the one on the cops radar, of all flavors and levels, but for a very different reason, I wasn't using sex, never did, never needed to, never will, not in my nature, always earned, learned, never GIVEN. I don't take what I deserve, and they always want something for nothing. So, destruction of looks, was on their agenda, right from the start . . . forcing meds? Kay may have seen how Lisa gained weight, Shelley saw Vonney, and it is not secret, that meds will cause you to gain tremendous weight. But, Kay was a dancer, Rachel had been a P.E. major, and had a physical job, not to mention running her kids around, so she looked good, and the plastic surgery, made her look even better! Both Shelley and Rachel are no strangers to going under the knife. Kay claims she is real, like I care, but I doubt it, because, who tells your friend of 40 years, that you are real? Whatever. So, age worked in these women's favor, putting them in a good light, as other women of their age range aged. Rachel and Kay were big fans of class reunions, which kept them on the straight and narrow, look wise, always trying to make up for high school or something. I never gave a rats ass, and I have never been to a reunion. That is why the high school chums that Kay and I shared, are all willing to lie for her! LOL! She always cared what they thought, I was carefree!
- I think, money is a big key here, that may not seem as apparent, looking at sisters from the same family. My parents had the first 6 of us, in 8 years, we were a liter. During junior high, my family was privileged and we belonged to two country clubs. We had boats, motorcycles, and my father drove a Lincoln. But, during that time, he quit his cushy CPA job with one of the Big 8 accounting firms and started his own business or purchased some he saw were fledging financially. He went from being very successful, the youngest accountant to pass the CPA exam in Utah. But, Shelley always tied her ship to dad's money, worked for him, and actually saw tons of business fraud, borrowing money from family members to do this or that. So, Shelley saw a very different side of my father than I did. I just remember, going into visit my dad at work, with my cheerleader friends, Kay included, and being so impressed that my dad had a fridge with pop in it! With Shelley, life seemed much different, she was not into extracurricular activities, and she attended three different junior high schools, I think. But, Shelley would have had to transfer school from South Davis to Millcreek, which broke up friendships and connections. I on the other hand, was two grades behind her in school, while only 13 months in age. Being the first class, that would graduate from Millcreek, we got a head start on school spirit, which I always, loved, and as 6th graders, we got to chose school colors, the Mustang mascot, and I believe as a result of that involvement, I had a vested interest in the success of the school, and was class officer, cheerleader, student of the month, Valentine's Queen three years in a row, and student body V.P. All the while, Shelley, who I remember, hating school, telling me that she went to school with two dresses, and only had the option of changing them, every other day. I think life was hard for her, and easy for me. My mother would always say, that I always landed on my feet, or I had 9 lives, and that seemed to be true. So, when my father had financial difficulties, I took care of myself, and never really felt the pain, Shelley and the other did. I often, working for the pizza place, Pepperoni Pizza, brought home food for a hungry family. Shelley was a home body, always buried herself in books. I remember my mother, trying to stop me, trying I am sure to share the burden of the families financial situation with me, who always had money, telling me that the lights were going to be turned off, or the electricity or the phone. I wasn't too bothered, and took care of my needs and paid for everything, including clothes, from about 5th grade on. Perhaps this is where the rest of the family bonded in misery and decided, that it was time for me to pay? I was never really home to feel the effects of dad's decisions. My father said, that it was good that I was active in the church because, they would NEVER see me! True! We had someone live with us, for a year and a half, and after I was married, someone mentioned her name, one of mom's students . . . and I didn't know who she was talking about? Everyone was shocked, as was I that someone lived with us? I have kind of always had money, never really worried about it, and due to the fact that I set early patterns, I don't mind a pit, stop, like a shelter or homeless center, no different in a million home and a shelter . . . I am me and invested in my brain, education and the ability to make money, while not a focus ever! Rachel was young, when all this financial stuff happened and I am sure, that she felt the insecurity of it, and when I went away to college as a freshman at BYU, I even loaned my father $500, of the $1500 I saved over the summer, working at the Hotel Utah Coffee Shop. Bonded as bandits, I was always an outsider in this family. Later, during the Chokecherry Lane years, Sue came home from college, and didn't even know where mom and dad lived. I kind of always, seemed to be blessed, or escaped the raw reality of the families financial woes. The family that struggles together, steals together?
BRINGING A NEW TYPE OF WOMEN ON THE COP RADAR SCREEN
- I got married in 1974, had a baby by 1975, and very much got caught, in the crossfire of the traditional woman, even more so from a Mormon perspective, and the new woman's movement, with me hating being home with a baby, putting my husband through school, with my mother worried that after he got his education, he would dump me, as many had done with this new female workforce and energy . . . but, I was mainly a housewife with big dreams, even of being on the cover of TIME Magazine, as WOMAN OF THE YEAR! I wanted to be a lawyer to make all the old fuddy duddy general authorities in the Mormon Church aware that not all women want to sit home with kids, and all men would not like to be farmer, so they could be close to their wives and children . . . Interesting that is the lifestyle I am currently attracted to, but I have fulfilled all my bucket list of career goals easy! I think I am a unique product of my timing in history. I had my kids young, which freed me up to pursue other interests like law school at a young age, and still have plenty of time to do whatever. I am a hybrid, between my mother's generation, that put their needs aside, for their husband and children, and those women who threw off the yokes of the traditional, and chose careers over children, and then looked back in their 40's or as the biological clock was ticking, regretting that they didn't get married or have children. I seemed to orchestrate my life, to get the best of all worlds, with no authority, really dictating, what I should and should not do, other than being connected to God, but even he, for years really had nothing, seemingly to do with it, never praying after going to law school, and being successful, without much though of God, Jesus, or anything, until I got Pick's Disease and that is when I hated him, and got to know him. In fact, Kay came to see me after I got Pick's Disease, and said she was going to force me and my pride, on my knees to pray . . . still have not! But, I have a cool relationship with him, daily follow, still proud, still not too humble! LOL! Shelley wanted 4 children, all 5 years apart, and that is what she did . . . I thought she was crazy, because, while I had all my kids by the time I was 28, she dragged it out over fucking 20 years, and Rachel didn't even start having kids, until after she was 28, still single, as was Kay. I would say, I am a HYBRID! They say, that girls or boys that take care of large families of kids, as I did, taking Shelley's place, while she read, are not likely to get married or have kids. That was the Mormon influence, but, neither marriage, nor kids came natural to me! My kids, are lucky I had any! LOL! I had the personality of a hooker, and was the hardest type of woman to be married to, test administered at Woman's Law Forum, Snow Bird! I did great for my personality type, and was balanced by the Mormon Church, now just a moral code and wisdom. SEX HAS NEVER ENTERED INTO ANY EQUATION IN MY LIFE, ESPECIALLY CONNECTED WITH JOBS!
The San Francisco Witch Killers . . . Half Moon Bay, Close to SF . . . Brett's Favorite Place? Clue, He and Kay, Knew Each Other Before He Met ME!
This couple totally reminds me of Kay and Brett, some parts like Shelley, to some extent, but mainly these two. This is the story about Suzanne and Michael Bear Carson, who terrorized California, with their bizarre interpretation of Islam, perverting teaching, being in drug induced stupors, with ideas, that anyone who was a threat to them, or Suzanne, young women, threatened her thoughts of beauty and youth, and she worried about losing Michael, previously named James, to a younger woman who was brought into a cult of 2, and they would see them, as witches, or Suzanne would talk Michael into seeing them that way, and kill them, men who Suzanne claimed hit on her, or women, she was afraid would hit on Michael. Susan was 10 years older than James or Michael, who took that name, when he met, older Susan, to show submission to her, as she changed his name, on the first meeting.
Both partners had come form wealth and privilege, where well read and educated. Both had failed marriages. Both had tons of attention, Susan withdrew into books, as did James to some extent. James had two children, but got into drugs, bizarre thinking, both were full blown into the hippie movement, and eventually ended up in Haight Ashbury. Susan was looking for a spiritual partner, an eternal soul mate, and someone to be under her power. She was more educated than he was, but both well read. James wrote a book called, A Cry for War, he had a list of people in the government he wanted dead, a hit list, and he was very anti-government. So, both of the couple had ideas, thoughts and goals, to do whatever. They were both into books on philosophy, religion and politics. He more so than she was.
Both of them were somewhat, anti-social, searching for God, angry at the world, and James/Michael, had an explosive personality, that was ready to go off at any time, that was complicated by the drug us, and Suzanne, when with him, seemed to be the match, that could ignite the fuse, that led to 3 or 4 people's deaths, and some for just giving the couple a ride, listening to country music, with three in a truck, rubbing Suzanne's leg, with her nodding to Michael, who, knew the signal, and when the driver saw his gun, jumped to run, with Michael chasing him, and Susan encouraging him to kill the guy, who was now a threat to the couple, and he would be the angel of death and carry out her wishes! Susan was looking for a follower, and Michael was looking for a leader!
VEGAN WARRIORS FOR GOD . . . SOME COMMENTS MADE ABOUT THE TWO
- mean people, with no soul, with hate for people, government, prominent people, they waged a war on rich people . . . interesting, her father was an oil executive, she had the best of everything. Both had tons of potential, and it was such a waste, both good looking, but both nuts!
- the second the two met, it was fireworks, magic, sexual, powerful, magnetic, both well educated, but she was his intellectual superior . . . meeting him, now with a follower, she was able to open her belief system up to someone and educate him in her ways, and he was a more than willing student
- their relationship was based on excitement, thrills, secrecy, her view of the world, the way things should be, the thought that they were soul mates, and destined for each other, to love each other, forever
- cops referred to the two, as a bastard cult, knowing that the bizarre views on Islam, were not even close to what true Muslims would think, and they would be excommunicated in some other country
- they sold drugs for money, smoked hash, would go kill their enemies, and they both believed they had a mission to kill witches . . . who were generally groupies, who got into their lifestyle and thoughts, and ended up being a threat to Susan, believing that these young beautiful witches like Karen Barnes, who the couple moves in with, was, and was cruelly killed
- then they became, Muslim assassins, with a jhadist or holy war, against people with money (Brett liked the Robin Hood idea, very much)
- they had a pack to kill anything that might be an intrusion to their relationship
- people saw them as crazy, loony and always doing some type of drug
- these murders, were very much the combination of the two people, their mindset, the drugs, feeding off each other, fueled by their attraction for each other, seeing themselves against the world
Couples Who Kill . . . Wicked Attraction
- Brett and Kay
- Shelley and Frank . . . Jack (I believe Shelley, aka, JoAnn, is married to Jack, now) . . . Michael
- Rachel and James "Angel" Kennedy, I would like to think there are two or there is a double for Kennedy, and I think there is, because, I never, either time I met up with James Kennedy, did he or anyone else ever call him "ANGEL", the coin might have been a coincidence? But with surveillance, this gives the jealous, the evil, the double all the ammo to use against the unsuspecting target . . . remember, James got shot, he was pained when I left, I avoided him for fear he would be killed, and I think, when I told him about the connection between me and the drive-by shooting in Butte, he got it, and started sitting away from me. When the idea of James being called, "Angel" came from a chick, who showed up later, in the game . . . I met James, end of December, 2014 or early January 2015, but these girl, who was a smoker, and I was always out in the cold, because everyone smoked, but me, about, but when I asked her once, just before leaving, not daring talking to him at dinner any more, avoiding him, but worried, for sure about him, and she looked at me puzzled, and said, who, and I said, the guy with the crutches, who? You don't not know James, he is boisterous, outgoing, flamboyant, and good looking. So that struck me as strange? But, she said, Oh, do you mean, Angel? Who is Angel . . . see how they bring the double in with a different name. And after talking she said, oh, you mean, Angel. I asked her why they called him Angel? She said, because he is known, among bikers, that he is a righteous dude, always pays his debts, and a good guy. A set up for a hit, a double of him? James was always saying he was leaving. So, one a night about the time I was ready to split, in March, thinking of going to Bozeman, to hear on a job, and with people saying he had his gear packed, and he had thrown off his crutches which I thought was early, but he asked me to meet him, or rather, like go to Durango. I told him no, the responsible person, in me, that I was waiting on a job, and was going to Bozeman. So, he never knew I was going . . . changed my mind the next day and decided to sneak out of town, early, surprise him in Durango! It never dawned on me, he, who suggested the place, would not be there, and given the leg, I thought he might, stay, because of the hot springs he talked about soaking in? I bought at ticket the next morning at 6:00 A.M. figured he was hitch-hiking and I would beat him to the shelter he told me about. Went to eat after, and I am sure, I got poisoned, someone didn't want me and James to meet, or he was an assassin and the plan was to meet my double, Rachel, the cure for the current situation? But I was so sick by 9:00 A.M., I went to get a refund. Could not make the trip to Durango, went to Kalispell, so if I died, and it felt that way, someone could identify my body! I never left the SUPER 8 for 5 days, not even to get a Diet Coke just across the street! Two weeks later, I made it to Durango, signs of James, but never a body! Which was good, given his leg and my poison, looking like star-crossed lovers, or potential lovers, lovers if things and gone his way, but I thought he was a bounty hunter, or assassin, until he got shot, then I was afraid he would be killed, so I didn't spend, really any time with him. I am not that selfish and after 4 other guys have been murdered, that I liked, James, was not going to be number 5! And things were not looking good for either of us. But I did see a total look-a-like, at McDonald's were I was doing my blog. So, much like James, that I had to do a double take, but he was younger, and James would, like he thought of me, come and hugged me. I didn't go see him, because I had to go to Helena, for the water compact, always focused, and I knew that he was laid up and would be there in a few days when I got back . . . I think it hurt him, when so many people told him I was in Butte and didn't come, see him, or give him a hug. I wish I would have, still don't trust too many people . . . 50 First Dates, Adam Saddler, Drew Barrymore.
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