Whatever It Takes!
In this movie, you have William Hurt, as a famous, local TV weather man, who allegedly predicts the weather to a great extent right, even creating ads, showing him with the Devil, as if he had to sell his soul, to the Devil to be that correct in his weather predictions . . . I would say, he sold his soul, for, doing what he did to his girlfriend, a interior designer, temporarily, living with Hurt, until, she, kind of inherits her aunt's apartment, for the same price, her aunt, who lived in that place forever, but died, falling down the 5 levels of stairs, to her death. In the movie, Hurt, who makes a shit load of money, wants Juliette, to move out to the country with him, in a new country home, that is beautiful and safe, and keeps her, basically out of the city, she loves, so, before, she moves, out to the country, she, decided to also have this apartment, in the city where her aunt lived, so she has some, line of demarcation between her and her live in boyfriend. While he always seems in control, never getting too pissed, although, exposing it to some extent, one night, having dinner for the first time, in her new apartment. He displays this other side of him, the controlling, the dark side, not the Mr. Sunshine, he plays on his weather show, brightening every one's days.
Juliette is putting her foot down and separating from William Hurt, and digging, her new independence, in this aunts, strange old apartment, even with the danger and the haunting of the tragedy of her aunt's death. The second, the interior designer, moves in, bizarre behavior from her very reclusive neighbors, who have lived in the building forever, years and years, making her the new, element, creating a glitch in this place of order, rules, and quiet, with tenants, getting on her case, writing her notes, and warning her, that if she is not quiet, or this and that, giving her pages of rules, to live by, with her getting more and more pissed, and being more and more determined, that she is not moving out, regardless of how bad it gets, and it gets hideous, dangerous, life threatening, and down right, criminal acts, perpetrated against this woman, even sending her falling down the stairs, with the secret neighbor, who this young woman, never meets, just, sees the results of her acts, like pounding so hard, up through her floor, that, the tile is actually broken, or rats, by the hundreds, being, put through a hole, someone, drills, making a menace, in her life. She finds, maggots, coming out of her bathtub, she sees, her allegedly abusive neighbor, murder his wife, she gets, trapped in the basement, looking for documents for her work, seeing the furniture outlines of her apartment, on the ceiling of this strange, living arrangement in the basement. The letters are always, written on an old typewriter.
Pariah To Cops, When She Calls Cops, Who Don't Believe Her, and Of Course Her Rational Boyfriend, Acting, Like, He Agrees With the Cops, Who Just Roll Their Eyes at the New Tenant . . . Crazy Bitch, Basically
To substantiate her story, she calls a pest control guy, to take care of the mice, that are not a problem, a day earlier, but are coming up through a hole, and the maggots and bad smell, indicate, that there might be a dead body, and the old woman, who is allegedly giving threats to this young woman, who, still is determined, to stay alone, having never, lived on her own, being younger than William Hurt, going straight from her parent's home, to his arms and home. Hurt is very uncomfortable, in Juliette's apartment, why? because, it is her's and she is in control . . . and in most domestic violence, or just psychological and financial violence, even religious abuse, it is all about, power and control of the abuser, generally the man, as it is in this case. You can tell, this mild mannered, man, Mr. Sunshine, is ragingly mad at her independence from him. She tells him, that he is not drying the dishes the way she likes and he comes undone! Girlfriend, is shocked and for the first time, sees the real, nature and character of the boyfriend, that NOBODY else sees! He says the problem with her apartment, is simply, that it is HERS! I never caught, whether the new country house was a joint venture or, it was Hurt's house and she once again, was going to be reliant on him, She really resisted this type of relationship and just wanted the apartment, to have a space of her own, so I might assume that, she wanted a place, she alone had control of.
Hurt delivers a large TV, and then programs it so that every morning, she wakes up to his show! She hates the TV, doesn't want it, and tells him, that it takes up her whole bedroom. She gives in and keeps the TV just to make him happy. But, after this chick, goes through, literal hell, almost dying, she has Hurt over, and wants to show, him the hole that was drilled, and the maggots . . . and of course, the hole has been repaired, and the cop, who is called, starts to write up the woman for being a nuisance, and is becoming, an issue with cops . . . who, think, that, since her tile is broken in a straight line, that, it is just an old water pike that has broken, and they have an excuse and explanation, for everything . . . and from my experience, as a victim's advocate, and also, having written the book on domestic violence and sexual assault, often being called into situations, much like this, with cops, not only siding with the abuser, and in this case, we are not quite sure yet, that it is the boyfriend who is doing, everything to his girlfriend, in order to get her to be scared to death, and luckily she is not dead, but came damned close, using an old, class mate from high school, who lives in the building, who always thought the weatherman was cool and famous, and so he started to become his right hand man, as all tenants, in the building were, in literally, terrorizing his girlfriend, so much so, that she finally, moves back in with him, or moves out in the country home, just glad to be alive, and while she is drying the dishes, in HIS house, the way he wants . . . he turns, for a Shakespearean soliloquy, and says . . .
Whatever It Takes . . . Now He Has Total Power and Control Over This Younger Woman . . . AGAIN!
Now, this man, was one man, with nothing going, other than wealth and fame, he used to the highest level to get exactly what he wanted from his girlfriend . . . who, before, she gives in, is determined, not to be run out of her apartment, she was liking, and she starts to try to confront, the nightmare she is in, and screams, that she has the right, has every right that any other tenant, in the building has, to live her life, have her property protected, and to be safe, like everyone! Her statements, her fury, her anger, her determination, her American Grit, to enjoy the fruits of her labors, enjoy her property rights, and to decorate and live on her own, for the first time, without, being with a parent or boyfriend, and she was going to do everything, not to be, manipulated, run out, or the target of her sick neighbors! Hurt just calmly watches, is just cool and calm. But, she is almost killed, and she kicked one tenant, the old friend of William Hurt's, from high school, that considered it an honor to do something for this famous friend, who didn't even remember him, even if that, included to terrorize William's girlfriend! And terrorize he did, as did everyone, being in on the little secret, all on the payroll, and that is revealed, at the end of the film, showing the guy, who girlfriend was sure, killed his girlfriend, later, being the key guy, after some one, blocks or messes with her key and lock, with the key man, the murderer, also keeping a key, so he can gain access, or so Hurt can, whenever he wants! The young girl, gets a chain lock, and it is cut, during the night, leaving her vulnerable and at the mercy of the murderer, and I think, it was staged, all in the idea of scaring the girlfriend, into living with William Hurt. After she moves in, he is given a huge promotion, going from local weatherman, to a USA Today, or something like that, weatherman, even making more money!
Take This Boyfriend, Put Him In the Rank and File of Cops, With Total Respect, If Not Fame, All My Family Money, He Managed to Get Cops to Participate, In the Theft of Music and Money, for A Cut of the Goods, With the Promise of Power, Perks, Pussy, Polygamy! And a Role, In the New World Order, as the World Police Force!
This is where the notion, of me, not only dealing with, one abusive shit head, but with, his whole army, of cops, girls, with this guy being so charming, charismatic, and now, very rich and famous, using friend Kay or sisters, to steal, from my family, and giving all to the cops, in exchange for their silence, their participation and their service, with everyone, being part of the FUCK JOANN S. SECRIST, CLUB . . . taking care of the attorney, the wife, the kids, and controlling my sons' music, and making so much money, with me coming back into the law, with multi-million dollar cases, that I did all the work on, and the pirates, cops, participating feds, and the courts, all seeing, things through the eyes of Republican bulls, going to control, not only me, but also woman, like me, as in Hillary Clinton! Like Hillary or not, she is light years, better than the power and control of the old bulls! The Republican party wants to take back, abortion rights . . . now, the way it is, no Republican, no wife of a Republican, no daughter of a Republican needs participate, in abortion, and they should not, in an issue of separation of church and state, provide that for women, who find themselves, not only in a situation of domestic violence, power and control, even danger, and the threat of death, in many cases, with 58,000 women being murdered by their partners, boyfriends, husbands, and a pregnancy, can take away, any, sense of freedom, any independence, that might be a woman's key to personal freedom to get her and likely her children free of monsters!
Again, 80% of the young men, in prison, under the age of 18 are in prison for killing their mother's abuser, and when they get out, they become the next generation of abusers themselves and start to identify with the male, in the marriage, or the relationship! We have made progress, but we are so far, from, the myth of everyone being a happy family, that never needs the reproductive freedom and rights, that education, birth control, and abortion, in the worst scenarios, provides, women who have been faithful mothers, faithful wives, possibly abandoned, cheated on, and left to provide for their families on their own, after years of indoctrination, fear, terror, and sometimes death!
For the Sake of Men, Women and Children, Making Up Society, We Cannot Afford to Go Backward!
We Need to Continue the Human Journey to Rights for All, Protection for All, Safety for All! Tuesday is Another Super Tuesday . . . Vote Wise! The Power Elite Will Not Respond Rationally, So Don't Let Them In Power!
Sometimes, You Have to Vote, For the Lesser of Two Evils! Think, Big Picture . . . Not Single Issue!
P.S., I wanted to be at the St. Patrick's Day Parade in Kalispell, at 4:00 P.M., today, on Main Street, but, again, I believe, that either the two cops, who came, without cause, to the Oxford Bar and Grill, at about 3:30 A.M., when I had to wait, for an entire, hour, or more and still had the cafe's cooks, who know me, and see me in the cafe, all the time, and generally give me great service, ignored me, never came and took my order, generally, within minutes of me coming in, but not this time, not even after I held up the menu, not until the cops came, and pretended to talk to the two gentlemen, who were, allegedly questioned, at the counter, with one of the cooks also, joining the cops, before, he took my order . . . did, the cops, deliver, anti-freeze or some other poison? The service was like night and day, turning cops into the most efficient killers on the planet . . . who suspects the cops? who questions them? more cops? internal affairs? or is this the homeless chick, they have painted as Shelley, who is a criminal, knowing full well, that I am EXACTLY who I say I am, or they would be chasing Shelley, the right target, or even if they thought she was me, they would be going after her, as if, going after me; however, that is not the case . . . I get the shit from Shelley's truly criminal life, being an assassin, who murdered my clients, Allan Rex Bess, enabling Frank, the government double, to take his families, wealth, their stocks and bonds, all the millions, this small town hard working family made, with dad working two jobs, while mom worked and invested . . . taking his life, to get control of me, using doubles to be, both JoAnn and Allan, really, Shelley and Frank, and nobody to help the victims, with the cops, the prosecutors and the courts, against me, and for the liars, the robbers, and for the government shit!
No, I planned on being settled, on moving in a room, up near the Flathead Valley Community College, but after, I told the owner, that I would call him, when I got to Kalispell, when I got in yesterday, I later in the evening, got a call from a Rudy, from Kalispell, not the name of the guy, I called, and was going to rent to, but, later that night while, refusing to call someone, I never knew, and knew was not the man, I talked to, nor the right name, but, could be a killer, a contract, or a hit, I ignored him, knowing damned well, with all the surveillance, on my phone, and on my computer, the fucking cops, sky cops, feds, locals too, can just simply look at which Craigslist I responded to and called, setting up the appointment and the time to meet, seeing if we would work out, or thought compatible! In a true crime, God my Intel man, smarter than all the kings horses and all the kings men, can't come close to the brilliance of God, put the name of a hit man, in the show, I was drawn to watch, with the name, RUDY! Indicating to me, that yes, my gut feelings and the reaction I had to trash his call, and not give him a call back, was right . . . bait and switch, until they kill me, or at least, control, using abuse of power to know where, what, with whom, doing what, and with whom, like they have done, for the last 4 years, since I left UTAH, with the Mormon mafia, just following me up to Montana, with a shit load of Mormons up here, cops secret service, within the normal cops force, easy to do, and makes it easy to cover their sins!
I Started Feeling Deathly Sick to My Stomach, Shortly After Seeing The Five Cop Cars, Somewhere, Before Hitting Pablo, Between Arlee and St. Ignatius, I Think, With Me, Just Recovering from the Last Poisoning! Last Time, It Took the Cops, a Year From March to March, to Poison Me . . . Now, Less Than Three Weeks! Pretty Scary! I Am Lucky, I Have the Remains of A Cough, and I Am, Tough Hewn, Built Ford Tough, Like My Little Truck!
American Grit . . . Fuck YOU!
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