FOR THE PURE IN HEART WHO WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTH!
BOX OF IDEAS: LAW SCHOOL DIPLOMAS, UTAH STATE BAR AND UTAH SUPREME COURT CERTIFICATES, CHECK FOR $3,000 AND BOUNTIFUL HIGH SCHOOL, YEARBOOK, 1973
In looking back at this whole thing, after the Bush boys, poisoned me, as general counsel for the Utah Medical Association, after I got 9 federal agents, attorneys, and investigators, fired, due to constitutional violations of doctors' rights and statutory protections, based on those rights, shortly after, I quit work, and was told that I had two years to live, and there was no cure, nor would I ever work again, I hooked up with my old boyfriend, Jerry Owens, and put a box of a few office things in his garage, including, the things aforementioned in the title, a box with my law school diploma, bar certificates, that you see on most attorney's walls, nice and framed, which I never even did more than take out of the gray, large envelope it was given to me in, to protect from being spoiled, never feeling the need to frame or hang, really, never thinking, that I would practice law, preferring teaching college, which, I had been, and having a boss who graduated from the University of Utah, who hated BYU, their rival school, and being only 5 of the 175 assistant attorney generals, at the Utah Attorney Generals Office at the time, I got hired, I just did a typo, haired, rather than hired, I morphed into Rachel, fuck, shit, ugly bitch! flight attendant, whole body make over . . . but, after my first job, I was in such demand, that, the law certificates, seemed superfluous, to my career, that, I just, didn't ever do anything with them; however, I believe, SHELLEY, did!
I remember Shelley coming up to Jerry's house in Midway, Utah, to visit, and I had the box out, and Shelley started to go through the box, looking at this and that, and I remember, her, pulling out, one of my $3,000 checks, from my medical disability check and insurance, from having worked at the Utah Medical Association, on a Paul Revere Disability Insurance plan, that I had, at the UMA, and she freaked out, Jo, you have this check, what the hell are you doing just leaving it lying around, uncashed, in a box? I have never been into money much, didn't need it, had $15K in the bank, and just, didn't worry about it. I was dying, what in the hell did I care about, a fucking check for? Anyway, I blew it off. I think, Jerry, who was handling my affairs, said, we need to put that in your account, which, I think, he did? I hated God, I hated the world, and I hated everything at that moment in my life, money was the last of my worries. But, I think, something clicked in Shelley's head, if not Jerry's head, that I didn't care about my money. As she looked into the box of personal items and affects, of mine, I think, her criminal mind, added the money to the degrees, licenses and certificates, that had never been touched, really, in 7 years, and the fact that I was suppose to die, and she thought, why should we waste a perfectly good education, degree, and earning potential? The seeds of a dark and depraved criminal mind! I always made money, Shelley was a poor struggling, single mom at the time, plus she had warrants, and legal issues out there, just waiting to find her . . . a great new identity!!!! What could be MORE PERFECT?
I remember, Shelley coming to my last class, I taught, after I was going down hill, being poisoned, some time in October 1999, and I was barely able to get through my notes . . . so, I went from being the professor, with the highest student approval rating, and the toughest graders, more like a stand up comedian, to just reading my notes. I think, Shelley may have been the one who poisoned me, she is a biology major, on the internet, since its inception, and fascinated with true crime shows, but also, more fascinated with mafia, riches, and serial killers. But, I think, she came to the class that night, to see, if she could pull off the stuff I did . . . that night, in combination, with a letter, that my father got, from the Utah Medical Association, started my very average, father and sisters, later combined with cops, prosecutors and judges, to think, that they could do anything I could do. I remember Rachel, making reference to that letter, thanking me for saving the doctors, stating that, I was one of the rare attorneys, at the right time, in the right place, to stop the unconstitutional seizing of physicians' records, and protecting them, at a very critical time. But, Rachel, acting like she had an insider's track, said, your bosses, said, that they had to follow you around, make sure you were doing things right. Yeah, after I was poisoned, told I was going to die, and major fucked in the head, with whatever was done to me . . . YEAH, I WAS IMPAIRED BY THE FEDS FUCKING WITH MY BRAIN! Shit, why do you think, I was no longer working?
I think, this statement by my boss, whom, someone, had to have touched base with, maybe my father, after he got the letter, he requested he keep for me . . . again, I was not in my RIGHT mind, fuck, I was dying, angry, worried about my children, two of which were serving their country, and the other two, one who was living with me, and the other with his dad, were way young to have their attorney mother, dying, for God sake, 46 years old? I was devastated, to say the least, but, I believe, Shelley watching me teach, definitely not my best performance, and not the way I had taught for 7 years before, with awards for my teaching, and just being asked by the Utah Medical Association, to be their general counsel, the most educated segment of the population, to be their attorney? Come on, I had kicked their asses, and killed doctor's legislation, pushed them around in domestic violence reporting, taught on all Intermountain Health Care Campuses across the state, spoke at doctors' conferences and conventions, and published in the U of U's, Medical Schools Annual Review . . . you don't get offered jobs, like that, as a dumb ass! But, my family, jealous and envious, since birth, focused on the bad reports, from AFTER, I WAS POISONED, probably by SHELLEY, who watched my disease, studied it on the Internet, joined national NAMI groups, for the mentally impaired, etc. Sue and my parents, tried to get me to go to UCLA or the Harvard Medical School, as a lab rat, so medical science could get to understand Pick's Disease, for future cures, etc. I would not do anything they wanted me to do, but I just wanted to watch a sunset, see my kids, and enjoy the life I had left . . . when I didn't die in the two years, that is when my family turned into the family from hell!
Now, what was a terminal brain disease, morphed into a mental illness, and all this shit started to come, my father said, that what was to be an end of life, insurance policy, stopped magically after two years? It was as if, I died to the family, at that point, they were cruel, started taking all my property, money, and RESUME, and distributing my life out, as if I were 80 years old, leaving me nothing!!!!!!!!
FAST FORWARD 5 or 6 YEARS
Both daughters, are back east, married, having families of their own, the boys, are living with their father, or in apartments, or houses, from Provo to Salt Lake City, Utah, doing their music, skateboarding and working. I still think I am dying at this point, Brett and I were married, living out, in Mt. Sterling, relatively happy, and Chris and Elliot come to visit me . . . Brett was the perfect host, cooked, we all hiked, Elliot played the guitar, Chris, the comedian, told us stories, bringing us to tears, and we all had a great time. I didn't make too much contact, with my kids, because, I felt that if I were going to die, the more painful, my death might be, therefore, I kind of let the kids, control when I saw or talked to them, and when I didn't, not having even a cell phone, just kind of existing, but happy. Brett saw how good Elliot was, playing his acoustical guitar . . . I am on my third window, the NSA keeps turning off the spell check! As, you reader, can see, this is not a pro cop, pro fraud broad blog, but Charilie and his alleged angels, want to claim they wrote it, after doctoring it, for sure, to make black look white and white look black, making me the bad guy, or not in the picture, the dead girl, and one of the gals, the writer, so they can protect the fucking, in the Donald's words, Lyin' FBI, and Lyin' NSA, CIA, etc. . . . girls are ALL FUCKING FAKES! Anyway Brett saw how good Elliot played guitar, because he had been with me 18 months, and was still working on the same two songs! LOL!
DNA works wonders, but, by this time, Shelley and Brett had met and so had Kay and Brett met . . . that is if they didn't all ready know each other. Shelley had a company, called, Mt. Sterling Financial, long before, I met Brett, who lived in Mt. Sterling! where I lived with him. While all this was going on, Isaac, who, is anybodies guess, with his slut mother, nobody, knows, who his father was . . . he looks more like Brett than he does Donald Anderson, who Shelley was married to when Isaac was born, but Isaac, and Elliot lived together, were the closest of cousins, shared friends, shared music, and generally hung in the same crowd, whether that was in Provo, Midway, Logan, or Salt Lake City. Remember, I was just out of it, and living day to day, and didn't know much about, Elliot's music, and Shelley was the one who told me about, Elliot's lead singer of his band, Parallax, Blake Donner and Provo Death Cave, where Blake died, along with Elliot's dreams and his band, which devastated him! Due to Brett's, occupational hazards, of flirting with everyone, I left Brett! To put a timeline on Elliot's music, I was living with Shelley in Logan, when Blake died, in the Death Cave, along with 3 other friends of Elliot, just when Parallax was kickin' it, in the grunge music genre, that was 2004, right after that, Shelley told me I had to be out of her house, and find a new apartment, the day, I had to be out, is the day, I met Brett! Coincidence? And right after I left him, Elliot's new band, God's Revolver, came out with their CD, Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider? Later to be hard rock band of 2008. But, I think this was, somewhere around, 2005 to 2006, when I left Brett, Brett hooked up with Shelley and Kay, and Shelley started to run her BANDIT CD, underground sale of Elliot's music, whether under his band's name or a new band, Alamo!
DNA works wonders, but, by this time, Shelley and Brett had met and so had Kay and Brett met . . . that is if they didn't all ready know each other. Shelley had a company, called, Mt. Sterling Financial, long before, I met Brett, who lived in Mt. Sterling! where I lived with him. While all this was going on, Isaac, who, is anybodies guess, with his slut mother, nobody, knows, who his father was . . . he looks more like Brett than he does Donald Anderson, who Shelley was married to when Isaac was born, but Isaac, and Elliot lived together, were the closest of cousins, shared friends, shared music, and generally hung in the same crowd, whether that was in Provo, Midway, Logan, or Salt Lake City. Remember, I was just out of it, and living day to day, and didn't know much about, Elliot's music, and Shelley was the one who told me about, Elliot's lead singer of his band, Parallax, Blake Donner and Provo Death Cave, where Blake died, along with Elliot's dreams and his band, which devastated him! Due to Brett's, occupational hazards, of flirting with everyone, I left Brett! To put a timeline on Elliot's music, I was living with Shelley in Logan, when Blake died, in the Death Cave, along with 3 other friends of Elliot, just when Parallax was kickin' it, in the grunge music genre, that was 2004, right after that, Shelley told me I had to be out of her house, and find a new apartment, the day, I had to be out, is the day, I met Brett! Coincidence? And right after I left him, Elliot's new band, God's Revolver, came out with their CD, Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider? Later to be hard rock band of 2008. But, I think this was, somewhere around, 2005 to 2006, when I left Brett, Brett hooked up with Shelley and Kay, and Shelley started to run her BANDIT CD, underground sale of Elliot's music, whether under his band's name or a new band, Alamo!
FAST FORWARD TO 2010+, I AM PRACTICING LAW, ELLIOT HAS A RECORD DEAL WITH SONY, READY TO DROP FIRST OF THREE CD'S, AND BRETT, MY ESTRANGED HUSBAND, IS IN ONE OF ELLIOT'S VIDEOS . . . SCRATCH DEALT ME A DIRTY HAND! NO SHIT! AND SCRATCH WAS STANDING IN GOD'S REVOLVER'S AUDIENCE!
Remember the 450 pound gorilla, who was shot last week or so, when a small boy fell in the gorilla habitate, and the silver back, grabbed the boy by the foot, arm, whatever, and dragged him around like a rag doll? Yeah, that is symbolic of Elliot, and the Super Mob, of cops, family, Mormon Church, which is basically the FBI and CIA, NSA, ATF, DEA, etc., all ENEMIES OF HIS MOTHER, and even more now that, mom attorney is back practicing law, and burning the asses of Utah, Iron County, National Guard, Homeland Security, Department of Justice, ICE or Immigration Customs and Enforcement, states of Nevada, Las Vegas Review Journal, and sitting with $700 million worth of cases, NUMBER 2 in the nation in CIVIL RIGHTS DEFENSE, not to mention a criminal defense attorney, and cases, clients, lined up and waiting, for me to represent them, Shelley and her lazy ass crew, of family, Rachel's shit heads, and a few spares, all living, mooching, and leaching off of my efforts and care! ARE YOU GETTING THE PICTURE, of why they took me out, not only to stop my cases, but to get at MY SON'S MUSIC! The mob, had become accustomed to stealing his music, from the same time they poisoned me, back in 2000 to at that time 2011 . . . we have the GOLDEN ARCHES, in MOM AND SON! When the mob, finds a golden goose and gander, they are fucking not going to let go!!!!!!! Especially when the law enforcement agencies, who are over financial crimes, investigating crimes that cross state and international borders, like the FBI and CIA, are in on the sting and part of the super mob, and mom has cases against, fucking everyone, all the dirty dark criminal minds, got together, for the heist that just got better with water compacts, legislation, and this BLOG!
FAST FORWARD TO NOW!!!!! JUNE 10, 2016--FBI PULLS OUT OF MISSOULA, DROPS PROBE AGAINST RUSSIAN MAFIA, BECAUSE THEY FIND OUT, THEY ARE PART OF THE SUPER MAFIA, AND THAT MORTAL ENEMY OF 20 YEARS, IS REALLY A LAW ENFORCEMENT FRIEND, AND AGENT IS REALLY FOE, AND HOST CHURCH, IS FULL OF SHIT! SOLUTION: IT IS EASIER TO KEEP THE STATUS QUO, KILL SECRIST, THAN ARREST, CHARGE, PROSECUTE AND TRY ALL OUR FRIENDS IN THE CRIMINAL JUSTICE DEPARTMENT, WHO WE THOUGHT WAS JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., AND WE WILL JUST, PRETEND NOTHING HAPPENED, AND ALL GOES BACK TO NORMAL, WITH THE LIES, THE THEFTS, AND THE LIARS! SHELLEY IS NICER, WE CAN CONTROL, OR CAN YOU? JOANN HAS BEEN A PAIN IN THE ASS, BUT HER NAME, HER CASES, HER LEGISLATION, HER BLOG AND HER SONS, MUSIC, HAVE MADE US WHAT WE ARE TODAY, AND WE ARE NOT GOING TO GIVE UP THAT, NOR ADMIT WE WERE WRONG AND TAKEN BY FAKE BOOBS AND ASS BITCHES! FUCK THE "REAL" BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, FUCK THE "REAL" BASS GUITARIST OF GOD'S REVOLVER . . . CONTINUE TO GO AFTER "THE DITCH AND THE DELTA" NEW CD AND MUSIC, JUST PRETEND, NONE OF THIS EVER HAPPENED, SO WE CAN LOOK GOOD.
EVIL KIN EPISODE . . . BRETT, JAMES, COP MENTALITY!
I was going to write about this yesterday, but had to run for lunch, no money, go figure, I make between $5 to $6 million a day at a penny per hit, on billions of hits, per second, just did a typo, signs, HIS, rather than HITS . . . no Brett, just puts the hits out on ME! Brett, dreams of the CHARLIE'S ANGELS, doing all that I do, but, it will NEVER HAPPEN!!! But, this episode in "true crime" reminded me of Brett and I, our relationship, our break up, and the ending, but for, my cunning and running, would have been the same! I am going to do this bullet style, because I am sick of writing, and I need to leave soon for lunch, no mon, no fun, gotta eat at the POVERELLO CENTER, not the finest dining I should be able to AFFORD, EASY!
- oldest sister of 5, grows up in New Jersey, taking care of her brothers and sisters, helping her single mother . . . family does not have much money, but they are loving and close
- sister goes to work and meets, her prince charming, they fall in love, and soon run away and get married, without telling anyone.
- they work hard, are in love, and finally go buy a small farm in Virginia or West Virginia, live, farm, love, for about 8 years, then add a new bouncing baby girl to their family, both adore her
- the husbands, father, a mountain man, comes for six months a year, each summer to help run the farm, and he is old but very fit . . . lives on the son and daughter-in-laws property in a trailer without running water, or electricity, so he has access to the house, the kitchen and the bathrooms. He gets up early, slams pots and pans around the kitchen, but over all he is not much of a talker, good guy, good worker, and loves his granddaughter
- the husband, never quit blends in with the locals, and sees himself as too good for these hillbillies, and refuses to participate in local picnics and events, that have become more important, now that there is a child, who needs to socialize and needs the friends . . . the wife was loved by all, she jumped right into the rural life and loved it, didn't want to leave
- husband, tries to get a few jobs on the side to make up for a reduction in family income, but, they don't seem to pan out, and he runs for sheriff and loses, so he decides to go back to work, in New Jersey, working at the bank he used to work at, but the city is an 8 hour drive, so he can only come home on weekends and the family life starts to slip, he becomes more and more reclusive and won't do anything as a family . . . wife needs a life and has to deal with grandpa, who is a pain in the ass, more and more, as the son, stays away
- wife finds out, that her husband is cheating, so she calls her family, who has been growing more and more concerned with the loved older sister's situation, out in the wooded hills on the farm, mainly with the grandfather, who, sees the problems in the marriage, and sides with the husband . . . the wife's brother comes to help, sisters beg her to come back to the city, but she doesn't want to give up the farm she loves, the people a rural lifestyle, nor does she want to pull her daughter out of school, plus as the wife confronts the husband more and more, he tells his father, still living there, to make things hell for his wife, even to driving her off the property!
- the husband, a real asshole at this point, with affairs and lovers, is just waiting for his wife to mention the word divorce, so he can jump on it . . . she never mentioned the word, but she beats him at the punch, and just serves him with divorce papers, when he comes home one weekend! LOL! He is furious, always seeing himself as the one to kick her ass out of the marriage and now, she beat him at his own game! Ego, ego, ego! LOL! He promises, that she will not get ANYTHING, not the farm, not the child, not the furniture, NOTHING!
- I am taking editorial license here, so the husband, is the one, not working the farm, hates the lifestyle, is having the affairs, cheating, acting the ass, not being involved with his daughter, never going as a family to anything, and somehow in his twisted mind, he thinks, HE should get EVERYTHING and the wife NOTHING? How does he figure? LOL! This reminds me so much of Brett, he meets, Shelley, or rehooks up, and he flirts with her, then he meets Kay, and he flirts with her, acting like his wife who is dying, does not see right through his shit, cheating, and flirting . . . and when, I leave him, he is devastated, and he goes after taking everything, that was NEVER HIS! like my name, my resume, my children, my money, my extended family, cousins, music, I mean, he has not stopped, taking EVERYTHING, that was NEVER HIS, and WAS ALWAYS MINE, going right up to TODAY! LOL! WHAT THE FUCK? His clown shit, boat load of women, can't be me, in a billion years, or I would be wanting to be them, not the other way around, with all the cops, men, WANTING TO REPLACE ME WITH WHATEVER SURROGATE BITCH THEY CAN FIND TO TAUNT ME AND BUG THE SHIT OUT OF ME WITH! LOL!
- now, the grandpa, looks, kind of like, a James Kennedy type, but with less hair . . . older, but strong, fit, muscular, and devious! Now there is all out war, and the wife is stuck with her enemies father, still being able to go in the house, cook, piss, and do whatever, by court order, now that the husband was staying in New Jersey! The asshole, starts coming in a cooking up a storm, leaving dirty dishes, food, shit all over the kitchen, soon bringing in cockroaches and dirty, gnarly bugs, trash bugs, he starts, taking a chain saw, and just standing outside, pulling a cord, to make noise, when the wife, moves on and gets a new boyfriend; he pulls out her flowers, pees on her flower bushes, and new buds, killing them and leaving a stink! The husband is encouraging dad every bit of the way.
- finally, there is a court order, and the wife gets the house, the driveway is divided in half, the husband gets, property, but no utilities, leaving the grandpa, mountain man, out of the house, she also gets custody to the child . . . the husband is on an all out war and crusade, to tarnish the wife's good name, that she is ignoring their child, when the new boyfriend is over, sometimes stays overnight, as is the case with modern dating, across the board. Like the husband, wasn't carrying on outright adulterous affairs, while the couple was LIVING TOGETHER! You can see the double standard, or the husband is just jealous of the new lover!
- the grandfather, goes into the garage or storage, and takes all the tools, that belong to the couple, before the smaller property items are divided and ties them all up and removes them before the court makes it final ruling. The husband shows up, with his sister, and starts fighting over stuff, like the China, just to fuck with the wife, until finally one of the china dishes breaks, symbolic of the relationship, but, by now, it is all out WAR!
- the last straw . . . the wife needs to cut some wood, for winder or to burn, and she can't find the chainsaw; she asks the grandpa, where the chainsaw is, and he says he can't find it, and blames her, saying that she stole the chainsaw, but, later she talks to her brother, who says, that chainsaw is YOURS, go look around and see if the old man has it, and sure enough she found the chainsaw, under his steps, hidden in some grass, so she takes it.
- the next day, the wife and mother, fails to pick her daughter up from school, so the girl walks the mile home, wondering where her mother is . . . she is not in the house, but her van is still in the driveway, she is no where to be found, so the girl runs to the nearest neighbor for help, and the friend of the mother calls the cops, who come, but not before the neighbor and the little girl, see the mother's shoes, sitting next to two chairs by the pond, the mother NEVER goes to alone, when they suddenly look up and see the mother and wife, face down in the water DEAD!
- as the cops check around, they first think it is the husband, then the boyfriend who is devastated, then come to find out, the grandfather, visited with a neighbor, and stayed almost all day, which he never did! The 79 year old was reclusive, but strong, and the wife was little, and when the jacket of the wife was found, there was blood on it, and when the DNA came back, it was the grandpas, and it looked like she put up one hell of a fight! The wife was beaten on the head, several times, her fingernails were torn off from the struggle and the scratching, she had been choked, and left in the water, and when the cop turned her over, her shirt was unbuttoned, and one of her breasts had been cut off, and the deputy said that the scene was so horrible, that, to this day, some, 20 years later, it still haunts him!
- the father figured if he got rid of the wife, his son would get everything, the farm, the daughter, and he could continue to live on the property . . . no, he will finish his days in prison!
- I believe all the men, who, I have been with, all know each other, all collude, conspired, and conspire, all use the women, who are jealous and envious, always have been, always will be, and they think they have the power to take EVERYTHING I ever had, including MY CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN!
HOW MUCH MORE FUCKED UP CAN YOU GET? SIMPLY AMAZING!
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