Stop Using U.S. Tax Dollars To Fund Your Personal Vendetta's Again, This Bad Ass Con Law Chick . . . Some Tips On Where to Start with the Russian Mafia, if there Is One Here?
I have a friend, Mila, a Russian, and I asked her if, there was a problem with mafia, here in Missoula, and she said, she didn't know of anyone, out on the South Hills, but, there are a few Russians that frequent, I believe, she said, the Pentecostal Church in town. Mila, has a great voice and sings like an angel, plays the piano wonderful too! She stays at the Poverello Center, comes late, and has ratted me, out, so turn about is fair play, she is on Shelley's pay roll, and maybe she will sing, even better to cops, than she does in church! Mila, acts, like she doesn't get along with her family, rough dad, jealous brothers, who wish they could play the piano, like she does, buy as is the case, there is no short cut to success! If you want to be good at anything, you will pay the price. That is not to say, you may be gifted, making you love the music or law more than the average person, or attorney, but, you are more than willing to do whatever it takes to get wherever or to what level of success you want to achieve, with all of it possible! The brothers, like Shelley, and like Elliot's cousin, Isaac, and Chris's cousin, Jesse, all want to be where, their cousins or sister, is, but, they want to start at the top, after all the work is done by the real musician and lawyer. Shelley always wanted, something for nothing . . . and mothers tend to pass their work ethics on to their children. Shelley was 20 years behind the "8" ball, to get where I was, when she decided to get her shit together, jealous as hell of my trail work and practice, so she teamed with the cops, prosecutors, judges, feds, all whom, were being pushed around by this bad ass . . . so it took a village, city, county, state, political party, church, and the feds, and they have still not gotten rid of me. A white suburban, just went down the street, I am not fucking big ass boob RACHEL, she is Sarah Palin, aka, Rachel, aka, ME, EMBARRASSING TO THE HILT, and her being with a Kennedy look-a-like cop, doesn't make her me either, or with my writings of late, she is fake ass, and I believe she has a CIA Kennedy look-a-like or a cop, and if he is with her, lies, about who his is with . . . HAVE AT EACH OTHER! NO SLOPPY SECONDS FOR ME! YOUR NOT THAT HOT . . . LOL!
MORE OF THE TURTLES I LOVE . . . NINJAS
Second, I would, find that tow truck yard, either in Evergreen or Columbia Falls . . . it seemed to me, that they said it was going to Columbia Falls, but, it looked like Evergreen, Montana, maybe to throw me off? But, it was towed to the yard, well after midnight of the elections, in 2012, that were either, November 6 or 7, and I believe, Dimetri, must have paid the tow truck driver, to get it out of impound, maybe two days later? So, you would only need to check his records, or returned checks, that he or his bank would have to keep for tax purposes; however, I remember, Dimetri, making a big deal, and getting, kind of out of sorts, when, he went to pay, and I was going to follow him in, and he insisted that he do it alone. All mafias, have their made men, was this guy in on the scam? or did he refuse to pay the dude, not wanting to leave a trace or name? Possible . . . there was something going on there, that made him totally change his demeanor, from nice guy to mean ass. If he did, actually pay the guy, check the family names, because all mafia, relies on their inner circle of family and friends, or the people who they trust, with vows of silence, even stronger with family members. That gives you two leads.
TWO HOT BLONDES CAUGHT THE BUS, LAST NIGHT, ROUTE ONE, INBOUND . . . THEY SOUNDED TO ME, TO BE SPEAKING RUSSIAN? BUT, I AM NOT A LINGUIST . . . SURVEILLANCE TAPES ON ALL THE BUSES!
I was the only person on the bus route #2, when we pulled into the mall, on the last run of the night, but as we got ready to go, there were two girls, college age, both blondes, both with shorts, both with "H&M" white sacks with red letters on them. The girls were talking and laughing, and got dropped off, it seems, as we headed close to either student housing or toward the college, so that would be getting close to about 9:45 P.M., that they got off. The day after I wrote that the FBI, and 200 agents, were in town, going after the Russian mafia, some dude, came to McDonald's, and sat two booths behind me. I just chalked him up to being a return missionary for the Mo's, and blew him off. But, he seemed to be speaking Russian, and then changed to French to me, having little knowledge other than to talk to Mila. So take it for what it is worth. And, like I said, when, Dimetri, showed up out of the blue, in Kalispell, unannounced, just jumped, out of nowhere, with Jack's hair stylist buddy, I believe, she was moving into the MAD Hair Day, Salon, and Jack would have her take messages for him, since he didn't have a phone. I don't know if she is still there, and I can't remember her name, but the owner of the new place, may have a lead. She is a single mother, with one daughter, who would be well into her teens by now.
But, I was with Jack or John King Strode (Ware) of the Pennsylvannia water money fame, state senator for a father-in-law, and his ex-wife, allegedly the ambassador to Ireland, but, allegedly Dimetri, married Jack's youngest daughter, from Paula, I think, or Marilyn, no it would be Marilyn Ware Strode ?, but, Dimetri came out of the night, and took over Jack, separating me and Jack, putting him up in motels, driving him around, buying him food, and claiming to be just a concerned son-in-law, but Jack could not remember the dude when he came out of nowhere! The guy is 6'6" with brown hair, nice average build, and seemed in his now, late 30's, but, Jack dismissed the guy, with, well, I could not remember him, because he had long hair when my daughter married him. Dimetri had allegedly been homeless as Jack was, in Romania for years as a young man, so his seemed more concerned with Jack than his own kids; however, his daughter was concerned but, she was more conditional, she wanted her father in a nursing home, or on meds, and if he didn't, there would be no more contact with his three children. As far as I know, that was it. But, Dimetri could have been CIA, and, Jack was and still is, hot for me, begged me to marry him, for about three years.
At first, he said, if you were 30 pounds thinner, I would be chasing you around the bed . . . I just found guys who would chase me around the bed, just like I am, dig em! They were both young, or had never been married, so, I pushed them to get married or have a kid . . . Miles did. Howard was too hurt by me, to even speak. He showed up in Kalispell, last summer, and tried to take me to dinner or a movie, but I was busy writing my blog for 16 hours on the two dirty ass dog, former Utah attorney generals, who, were under indictment for corruption. I am sure that every man I have been with, since getting fat, loves the hell out of me in private, but in public, they want to stroke their egos and say it is Rachel, or Shelley, etc. They all end up liking me better, but, they like their bodies better, and I am not easy in sex, so? But, Jack went nuts, every time he saw me, he begged me to marry him. In true mafia fashion, he knew I liked Ernest one of the bus drivers, for Eagle transit so Jack would get on the bus, and ride on Ernie's bus all day, to make sure me and him didn't talk . . . we used to laugh and talk, joke about going to McDonald's, but eventually, Ernie didn't dare even look at me, nor talk to me, and they would kill him, like they have three guys who liked me, and also shot Kennedy as a warning!
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