"Listen to your elders, not because they are right, but because they have more experiences being wrong!" Author Unknown
Mob Laundering Money In the Missoula Children's Theater Fleet of Trucks . . . 15 to a Fleet of Fifty?
As, I was cruising around on the bus, this morning, thinking about my blog, life, itching and catching, not only the Russian mafia, but the larger, Super Mafia, that includes far more branches than the FBI thinks, even includes branches in your government branch of the executive branch, under the President of the United States of America . . . but, yesterday, I got a Diet Coke, at Sinclair, and I was just sitting in the shade, getting earwigs all over me, enjoying the shade on Clark Fork River Realty, across from the Missoula Children's Theater Fleet of formerly maroon trucks, now red new trucks, having noted the difference in the inventory and stoke, having lived, down below the MCT, two summers ago, when I noticed the huge leap in trucks with the logo or name. They were stealing and laundering money back then too, when I was renting from Tony Osthemeier, when I first came to Missoula, after, way back, but to live, in the summer of 2014, about 8 months after, I started writing my blog, I believe starting it at the Break Expresso Cafe' back in . . . no I take that back, I started it in Kalispell, but, got the cops pissed at me, in June of 2014, when Josh Clark was running against, now Sheriff McDermott, because, not knowing the parities, the histories, or anything about Missoula, other than where Senator Tester's office is, I commented on a letter to the editor, about Josh being a man of honor, who follows the law and the Constitution, and I wrote in my blog, that, he sounded like a man to vote for! That is when the travails with the cops started!
I met Tony, at a Republican gathering to organize and canvas Missoula, meeting at the bank on the corner of Broadway and Washington, when Tony approached me, and asked me if I needed a place to rent, being non-committal, to living in Kalispell, or Missoula, going back and forth, staying at the Poverello, old one at the time. I decided to rent from Tony . . . but as usual, this meeting didn't seem to be one of chance, but it put me, near the fleet of trucks, often, also knowing that my blog had been stolen within about 14 days of starting it, and with my hits in the millions, in the first week, I am sure the NSA mob, knew it would be a money maker, like everything else I do, but, before I know, the true, extent of the money making potential, barely knowing what a blog was at the time, the GOVERNMENT MOB, had already redirected my accounts, and stolen the blog, staring with the new name, bad con law chick blog, NOW IN ABOUT 8 different versions. That is the background, and how, I noticed the new fleet, with so many, that over time, I have seen some ditched in fields, parted in grocery store parking lots, and even on the way to East Missoula, leaving me wondering, when and what they needed all these trucks for? I did read an article, about the MCT and they are truly a bragging rights organization, and a city pride, so a perfect, place for the MOB, to take my money, and launder it in vehicles.
While Legitimate In Purpose, Near and Dear to the Hearts of the City, Also the Perfect Mob Vehicle, To Cruise Without Suspicion! I Believe ONCE in the Two Years Since the NEW Trucks Have Been There . . . I Believe, I Saw Them All Gone at the Same Time? Crime Family Meetings?
While I was driving on the bus, each time, I wondered, whether I should mention, what I have thought for years, I looked out the bus, and saw my Russian friend, Mila, riding her bike! I took that as a sign, I should at least mention the fleet and what I think. Remember yesterday, when I wrote, how do you buy a city or community? get big ticket items, showy, legitimate, always a concern of the MOB, and then, if push comes to shove, because the whole city benefits, silence is easy, and loyalty guaranteed! Another aspect of this, is that, little Kay Burningham, that you would know, as Joann Secrist Stuart or Stewart, is the daughter of a drama coach, and the niece of another drama coach, both, from Bountiful, Utah, one taught at Viewmont High, Kay's daddy, and Uncle Kim Burningham, taught at Bountiful High. Kay was raise for the leading role of her life, pretending to be ME . . . worth a billion dollars, famous children, and a sweet ride for the last 10 years! I am sure, seeing what she was able to get away with, being the actress, JoAnn, stealing millions, fame, stardom, position and being in the elite of the law, she was sold on what this could do for kids, and was more than willing to dump money into the trucks! Anyway, that is, just another city area of wide spread community support, and bragging rights, that ingratiates and endears the Mob to the city and community, making ethics, honesty, integrity, virtue, seem small and stupid, the greatest amount of good for the greatest amount of people . . . tell that to Gates, Buffet, Oprah . . . we are going to distribute your money, mine before I even get it, or better to Trump, for the good of the masses, without you, the creator of the wealth, having any fucking say!
Remember, I am 5'7.5", Kay 5'4", Shelley, 5'9 or 10", Rachel, 5'10 or 11" . . . not even in the ball park, ANY OF THEM! SUE, "THE FOURTH HAND" is right up there too, 5'10 or 11" . . . after I heard that on Schmidt, taking his place on the Supreme Court, all in jest, I was leaving the Missoula Library, and out of the thousands of books, the only one my eyes landed on, as I was thinking of how they were trying to have Sue be me, the judge me, Rachel the elected official me, Kay the rock star mom and attorney me, and Shelley, whatever it the shit, they need her to be ME! but, as I pondered the reality of Sue, being at the legislature as me, all without my approval and agreement, I noticed that ONE BOOK, the "Fourth Hand" confirming the thought, that all the girls, get a cut of the pie, another truck, I have seen cruising around Missoula, only the symbol of the sign pi . . . but, my blog, like my life, is divided up among the MOB CHICKS, all covering aspects of my life, while they erase me! VERIFY THE BOOK IS IN THE LIBRARY, DIP SHITS!
NSA BRANCH OF THE MOB, LIKE USUAL WHEN I ATTACK THE FRAUD SQUAD, TURNS THE SPELL CHECK OFF . . . liars, liars, pants on fires, cheaters, NEVER WIN!
MOVIES ARE FUN . . . BUT IT IS TIME FOR LUNCH, SO SHORT RUN DOWN!
- I think this segment is called, Dirty Little Lies, or something like that, but, in the first movie was about a mother, and her name, strangely enough, was, is JoAnn, even spells it like mine. But, to make this short, she had two sons, and was divorced, and she was even, born and raised in the same era, as me, a bit older, I think, but, end of the hippie era, and while I didn't participate, in the free love, pot, drugs, sex, I was into the rock-n-roll aspect, big time, and I am generally not a very judgmental person. But, JoAnn, struggling as a single mother, had not one, not two, not three babies out of wedlock, (in reality that would be Shelley!) but, when she got pregnant with each one of these babies, she hid the pregnancies, and when the babies came, she put them in paper sacks, all three with the ambilical cord still attached and left them on the front step of someone's house, or took the baby to the police, and one time lauded in the newspaper, that she was a hero for finding the baby, and getting it to the cops before it died. But, all three children were adopted into great homes, had ideal childhoods, in their words, and eventually, one of the daughters, tracks down, JoAnn, the woman who saved her, and the two become fast friends, on facebook; next the young mother, herself, goes to a geneologist, to see if she can help her locate, either her mother or her siblings . . . this geneologist, uses DNA, to help connect families, and she discovers that, this young woman has a biological half brother, then she finds a biological half sister too! The three meet, all look alike, all have the same laugh, and all want to know who their mother is. The DNA specialist, locates a cousin, of the three, and realizes that, he is related to JoAnn the woman who allegedly found the first baby, and took it too police, was either the aunt or the mother of the three siblings. Looking at the locations of the babies, called Foundlings, all were in a one mile radius, therefore, the mother, was likely living within that area . . . when the cousin was located, he told the researcher that JoAnn was indeed the mother, or they tracked her down, and she admitted it. JoAnn has just found out that she had cancer, the kids were all forgiving, of the mother, all felt, close, other than the son, who struggled with the abandonment, a bit more, but eventually, this mess of a family, came back together in a loving, and accepting way, and JoAnn, even tracked down three of the kids fathers, who met with their children, thrilled, finding they were grandpas, but one, refused. Now the family gets together often, and enjoys, a BBQ, get the nieces and nephews together and they are all grateful for the time together, and for the lives they had and have now. It is funny, that, while I didn't abandon my kids, by any means, with them all the time, after the divorce, but with them living with their dad, who, neither of us, parents, ever fought, over custody, we just did what we thought was in the best interest of the kids, given the fact that, I originally had custody, only to be accepted to law school, in the middle of the 90 day waiting period, so we just reversed everything and daddy took full custody, but I was with the kids, several times a week and had them with me and my boyfriends, especially, Jerry Owens, every weekend! But, I never had to fight for custody, with the REAL DAD, but, later, after Elliot's band and Chris's electronic music, took off, shit, the step-dads, all wanted to claim the kids, and when I canned their asses, all of them, they just created another me, and brought them in as the mother, and them claiming to be the dads! SHIT! I remember, my father, one time talking to someone on the phone, and saying, that I was estranged from my kids? What? I had been on the phone with every one of them that very day? Early in my marriage to Zeke or Richard Clifton Secrist, we opted out of some of the Southwick family events, and as time grew, we tried to protect our children, from the judgmental, harsh, gossipy, nature of the family, materialistic, shallow, image conscious, and those with money, were the one's valued, UNTIL I MADE MORE MONEY THAN ALL OF THEM PUT TOGETHER, EVIL IN-LAWS AND ALL, that is when the true venom, lies, theft, of money and identity started: (1) first stealing my resume; (2) then Elliot's music money; (3) then Chris's music money; (4) going on to the Greta and Nicole's military, educational, and work histories, proved to be the PERFECT motherhood to be an elected official; (4) onto me going back into law . . . blah, blah, blah . . . Dirty FUCKING LIARS! The only time I have ever been out of contact with my kids, is when I ran for my life, worried about their safety, back in 2011, after having my homes taken, cars and trucks, stolen or blown up, total threats to my life, and 26 people dead! I didn't contact my kids, for almost the first year I was in Montana, being run from pillar to post, by pillars and post, from state to state, city to city, and town to town! I have always been worried, as I am NOW, that is the reason for the RICHARD WARREN, a warning, with very symbolic names, Shelley could be in Lake County, and Sheriff Don (Shelley married to Donald Anderson, gave birth to Donald or Don Accord's daughter, ALEX!) Bell (Shelley sold school librarians elementary school children books, so I just attached, Bell to her name), but I wold not put, killing my kids, out of her ideas of REVENGE, not for ONE SECOND!
- EVIL IN-LAWS: HIDDEN EVIL . . . Quickly, this is of a young girl, who grew up in foster care, loves her family, but wants one of her own, meets a guy, living with his mother and father, and before the marriage, she is treated great, but after, she is controlled by her mommy's boy, husband, and his mother. She has to clean house to earn her keep, but her husband doesn't work, nor clean. She works with the mother-in-law, who isolates and controls her more and more, with mommy's boy husband going along with it. Ironically, the father, abused himself, is an ally to the girl, and defends her. The girl's family, is not invited to the wedding, nor can she go see them, and when the young girl has a baby, the husband's family takes over completely, especially the father, who loves the baby. The three persons, this girl married, into, all take over with the baby, and don't let her have any time, making her work, clean house, cook dinners, etc., nor do they let her family see the baby. The family is worried, but this girl is committed to her husband, her baby and having a family. Eventually, after the abuse is more than she can take, she decides to divorce her husband, a court hearing is scheduled, but there is a weekend visit, with the the baby still in the husband's families custody, but, the baby is soon to go to the mother! The husband is nice, and tells her to meet him, at a particular part of the parking lot at a mall. While the young excited mother, is waiting, she is on the phone, when all of the sudden the friend, on the phone, hears, shots, ring out and the girl, screaming, as she exits the car, getting shot 13 times, dead, by her father-in-law! The friend rushes to the scene, and believes the husband did it, but, the father, is detained by several men who see the horrendous scene, until the cops come! When the girl, first got pregnant, the son, accused her of having an affair, the family trashed the girl relentlessly, calling her a whore, a bad mother, since she came from foster home, they trashed her to the church community and basically did a total character assassination on her, and with no friends, or isolated from her family, she had not allies, and even the father in-law, believed the lies, and he didn't want, his baby or grandchild, going with this horrible women, so he decided to stop that from happening . . . everyone who knew the young mother, said she was an amazing mother, a great person, loving, kind, and her foster parents, adored her, and could barely handle the pain, when she was killed. Her family felt some sense of justice but you have a baby without a mommy, and they are missing the girl they all loved! I would put Brett and Shelley in this, with Brett, first bringing Shelley, into his web of EVIL women, who he tried to pass off as me . . . now, I had been poisoned by this time and was more like a 5 year old, but after this happened to me, my family, getting even for 46 years of envy and jealous, had me where they wanted me, injured, dying and with a son, kicking out music, with CDs, and the potential for making money, by the bucket loads, on the underground grunge music scene, that Shelley's son, Isaac, knew well, and he also, knew how good Elliot was as a bass guitarist . . . this is when the DEATH CAVE, incident happened, actually just before, I met Brett, then God's Revolver came after I left him . . . I was still thinking I was going to die! My family got very abusive, controlling, and I remember, giving up driving, and having some cops, tell me in St. George that my license had been revoked, by SHELLEY, nice, so she could be ME . . . I had not driven in a fucking year, afraid I would die and kill someone! I was getting $3800 per month, on both my private disability insurance, through the Utah Medical Association, and through Social Security, and my father, sold my home, kept the money, moved me into an apartment, and gave me $25 per week!
- EVIL IN-LAW: GREED, LOVE and MURDER . . . PERFECT SHELLEY, PERFECT FATHER PERSONALITIES!!!!!! WATCH!
Music is Life; Life is Music!
MEGA CASH AND CRASH MADNESS!
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