Signs and Symbols from the Spy World!
God is by far, the best Intel man, over any fucking clown ass, agent, CIA, FBI, DEA, ATF, DIA, etc., because I go to lunch, and he either confirms what I just wrote on ball caps, or in vehicles, trucks, license plates, as they go by me waiting for the bus. This for future pure and clean, activist, with fresh, novel, ideas, music, writing, cases, etc., that others in the profession would give their eye teeth, to have done, or written or created and such is the case with Kay Burningham, a friend from 7th grade the only reason, she ever became cool or got to hang in the crowds she did, was globbing onto me, since the first time she saw me, as a class officer, in 7th grade, she asked to be my science partner, knowing I was her ticket to fame then, and surely the one who put her on the radar screen now, same with sisters, and my payment for being exceptional, in all I do, and bringing attention to my family, is they just take credit for all me and mine do, and assign it to others who are equally envious and with that green monster, we call jealousy raging in their shallow, infantile brains . . . even Zombies would not want their brains, nor does D.C., they wreak, are boring, dull, lack luster, and they learn nothing from them, so they just, say that I am, their bitches, and try to elevate their wives, fuck buddies, or spiritual wives, for Mormons, which most of them are!
So, I get off the bus from the mall, to the terminal, and the first thing I see, is a Kay surrogate, wearing a black sweatshirt with the words, Cookie's, on it, as if God is saying, she's back, taking credit for the blog you just wrote, because, she is known as JoAnn, and NOBODY out of Bountiful, Utah, knows who Kay is, she is not a brand name, I am, she is using MY NAME! But there was a Meadow Gold truck in St. George, that said, Cookie Magnet, which made me think, that everything, I was doing was going to Kay, knowing that she was with Brett, AFTER I LEFT HIM! Now, Brett feeling, revengeful, ego damaged, butt hurt, and lonely, got the bargain basement attorney, who was going in debt, $10,000 per month on her private practice, and she didn't have the killer credentials, either a cop, or a criminal would find helpful, like a former Utah Assistant Attorney General, a torts attorney, just doesn't carry the same punch in the cop or criminal world, nor do Kay's kids, come close to mine . . . the surrogate chick for Kay was actually with a Hispanic young man, and I thought, well maybe her kids turned on bi-lingual! LOL! Remember, I had the pine needle, on my hat, that I spoke of in the title, so, I figured all the undercover cops at the Break, not a common sight, would lie under oath, that it was Kay at the Break, not me! Typical!
When I got to the Pov. for lunch, the first dude I see, has a hat, that says, D.C., that is suppose to stand for the DesC whatever, skateboard, brand, my son's both used to have to buy, but in my symbolic world, it stands for Washington, D.C., and the logo was over the brain, so, that indicated to me, that my brains were being assigned and given credit to the D.C., JoAnn . . . remember, talking without words, this is how they do it, baby! So that pissed me off, but, I heard a great song, that gave me reason, to revisit my blog, having to REPOST, like I always do, to fix the fucked up, credit game, oh, and like I said in the title, previously, my hits for this surf.com, site, was about 23,000,000 hits, in .057 seconds, young people dig this blog, they learn! now, as I said, it is the boring flat line, number of roughly 500,000 or a half a million, and "Anytime", so what, 1/46th of what the real hits are . . . they wanted to give me some credit, for what I write, but you see the division, at first, when they split my blog, after redirecting my accounts, back in the first two weeks of this blog, bad ass con law chick blog, later, bad con law chick blog, the first attempt at stealing it, I would look on my blog, name, both my writing, but, the same blog, but under their name, bad con law chick blog, it would have 7X, the numbers of the original blog, or 1 in 8 hits, were given to the WRITER, ME, WHO IS COPYRIGHTED, UNDER THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION, ARTICLE I, FOR LIBRARY OF CONGRESS NUMBERS, as is every email, copyrighted in the digital age of ours, we don't have to register our computers, or our writing, we have IP addresses; however, they have tons of IP addresses for my computers, because, they send my shit, once it is scanned to other IP addresses, of the wanna be, JoAnn S. Secrist, bitches and bastards who all take a portion of the dough, leaving me, not only without the only pay I get, as the writer, the pleasure of seeing the huge ass numbers, but, they now are taking that too!
Since, my blog is monitored, 24/7 by the NSA, so who in the fuck do you think is stealing this writing of mine? government, and those they allow access to steal the writing, or Mormons, cops, mafia, and other members of the super mob. I have no problem with men, liking Shelley, Kay, Rachel, Sue, Tiffany, etc. better than me, although, history will not validate that fact, but, whatever, they are stupid, and don't challenge men, never did anything of note, so the are not a threat to the male ego, like I am, and they know, they didn't really do anything, they are given credit for, therefore they are no threat, and I am sure these women, play the hero, cop card to the hilt! I just trash their shitty asses! I don't care, that they dig these women, wanna fuck 'em, or think they are cooler, they can have them, learn to separate the bedroom from the boardroom! just like separation of church and state, just don't mix pleasure with work! not smart, not cool, not worthy of law enforcement or government officials, male of female, it clouds judgement and loyalties, as we see right here, creating a false sense of safety, like lovers don't fade, change, or turn tell, and kiss and tell, as old as time immemorial! And when push comes to shove, they will throw your sorry ass under the bus, rather than, take it in the ass themselves! Google, is a player, because, my blog is under a google account! you can be sued right with the government as an arm of the government, when I get pissed, enough, which could be any day!
Good Song on the Radio During Lunch, About the Homeless . . . Giving Singer Something to Believe In! All You Folks That Serve Us Daily, Christ Said, "He who is greatest among you, is your servant!" Meaning himself, as he bathed their feet! You Do Make a Difference!
There are a ton of vets in homeless shelters, some missing limbs, some fucked up with PTSD, and others, lost and not fitting back or acclimating to society, and as much as I could hear the lyrics of the song, it was about, some, veteran, who had served in every war, since, like WWII, back in 1947, which is entirely possible, since I was born in 1954, let's say this dude was 18 when he joined the military, so that would make him, 80 something, so very possible, and there are vets here, who are literally that old, most not wanting to go to a nursing home, but too proud, and refuse, to go to the dorms either? So, he could have been in WWII, Vietnam, Granada, Somalia, or who knows, he could have been career military, but the singer, brings to light, why so many are eating lunch with me, also a vet, of domestic wars, raging, just this morning! But, I have been wanting to write this, about an associate, that I actually met through, Shelley, when she was actually, being Shelley, not me, and she was doing her mortgage business, that I was doing the in court appearances, while she did the paperwork and met with clients, but, she contacted an attorney, in Vegas, named, Steve Yarus, or Yarmy, can't remember too well, but, he had been homeless for seven years, pulled himself up by his bootstraps, and became a lawyer! Now Steve runs a sweet, while not really interesting, cookie cutter, bankruptcy, as I recall, law practice and he did some work with mortgage refinancing, where he met Shelley, or maybe through the mob? LOL! But, now, Steve, or several years ago, hired guys out of jail, and prison, to help him, in his law practice, seeing that many of them understood the law, having dealt with it! There is light at the end of the tunnel, so many of these people are good, and that is why they are here, they got taken advantage of, case in POINT, ME! New MOTTO, DON'T TRUST ANYONE! Book and movie out--HOMELESS TO HARVARD! True story!
Double Tree Hotel Van . . . Has a Large Chocolate Chip Cookie On It, with the Words, Sweet Ride! Sure As Shit, Kay, Dressing Up and Play Acting Her Star Role, of "JoAnn S. Secrist," Has Had a Sweet Ride, as Had Brett, My Ex!
So, after lunch, I rush out, never knowing what the dudes, undercover, behind the desk at the Pov. are up to, so licked split, I am gone in a New York minute! It was while I was, out waiting for #14 bus, that came down the pike, at roughly, 1:05 PM, with Randy driving, but, in the 15 minutes, since leaving the Pov. surveillance cameras, in front over the desk, and over the front door, verify, that is me, bad ass, but, I saw, two red, older, Jeep Cherokee's, my God sign, for great escape, and validating, that, surely there were two great escapes, breakfast, then again, at the Break, with all the undercover cops, only one had a gun, he was sitting with two other guys, then, there was a guy, who came in earlier, bald, or receding hairline, nicely dressed, very out of style at the Montana Culture Club, or the Break, or any coffee shop, as I can tell, but, he was with another dude, then, the resident fed, very good looking, nice arms, who, is often, on the long table, behind a shelf, used for silverware, napkins, and that sort of thing, with a long table, not noticed by most folks. So, that made 6 cops! After the Jeeps, that is when the Double Tree Inn van, came with the Cookie on it. Can God get any better, at even picking the name of the hotel, that fits! Me and God have been at this for a very long time, about 16 years, and my brain, is like a federal tax code, that is my Ex, Kay's current significant other or spiritual husband, because, she is ME, and other than my body, Brett kept everything else of mine in tack, just substituted in Kay, and trashed everything that had to do with her life, kids, career, and preferred MINE! Better EGO food!
The last vehicle I saw before the bus came, was, a silver, huge ass van, with the letters, RC,in black on the door, facing me, that stands for right see, Shelley was seen by me, driving a silver Chevy Tahoe or GMC Yukon, SUV, playing me too, so, someone found the copycat, pretending to be the rich bitch ME, and verified, that, she is driving that, while, the REAL, rich bitch, who EARNED the money, is walking or riding a BUS! I just look it as a chauffeur! LOL! This thought, goes back to the homeless situation, don't worry about too many people staying long, I see that average is, about 2 weeks to 45 days, generally the first, but there are some of us, like me, who, had serious wounds, I needed to heal a bit, before, I could, venture out, plus, every job or apartment, I attempted to get, the feds, or cops, family, or mob, fucked with! Funny, I answered a Craigslist ad for a roommate, situation, probably a set up, I am thinking, but, in the ad, politics came in, and it said, Hillary or Bernie voters are okay . . . No Trumpsters please, it just would not work out! LOL! I can pass that test! we need to retire all the old dogs and dinosaurs, the 50's men, and their surrogate sons, like the fucking cops who did this to me, sex, support, your positon and safety rely on men . . . I FUCKING NEVER NEEDED THEM TO SUCCEED, is this making more and more sense, in light of Roger Ailes type GOP BULLS, as my father is?
FBI FILES: MUSLIM GAS STATION OWNER, RIGGED PUMPS, ANALOGOUS TO RIGGED HITS ON MY BLOG, AUTOMATICALLY CHANGE WITH REMOTE CONTROLS!
In the first, FBI Files, episode I talked about in the title, Above the Law, with the guy who raped and murdered, a girl he picked out, earlier in town, getting gas, then pulling her over for a speeding ticket, touched her sexually, solicited sex, put her handcuffed in the back seat of the car, then raped her, and when he let her go, she is assumed to have threatened to expose him, since her brother was a prosecutor, but, this officer was able to evade justice, even when all the cops knew he did, it through, destroying evidence, lying, and his alleged, spotless record, as cop of the year, so how, much harder, do you think, someone, like an FBI agents, gone bad, doing this spiritual wifery, polygamous thing, or bigamy, refusing to divorce me, while stealing or taking all my assets, with him, and driving me out of the state, and doing all in his power to elevate Kay as me, and other women, while trying to murder ME? If a local cops, can fool his level, don't you think, an FBI agent or CIA agent, can fool his level of cops and prosecutors? We are not talking, dealing with one psychopath, but a whole profession, of career heroes, that are a class of men, and women, who tend to be psychopaths, to a large extend, attracting, these types of people, which is good, unless, one goes BAD! An FBI agent gone bad, is going to know more, have more connections, and have probably more credibility, and has more tools at his hands, to protect himself, and those women, he brought on board, who, are doing his bidding to cover up for the crimes, keeping the troops, distracted by huge ass boobs, or just tits and ass.
When I was coming in the Missuola County Library, where I am right now, at 2:44 PM, Mountain Time, I walked passed a car with a sticker, Reading is Sexy, and I can only imagine, the men, the mentality, who would use that to justify, stealing, my brand name and credentials, and allow, someone they thought was thinner, like all women, can be interchangeable? FUCK NO! Like I said, I have not seen any family members, other than my children, but psychopaths, put extreme emphasis on image! Looks are only one of about, 10 characteristic, that I think, would make up a great agent of any kind, just making up 1/10th of what is sought after, is not good, willing to throw, literally, 90% out for the 10%, is nothing short of stupid!
To make this short, this FBI episode of the Muslim mafia, with a Don who owned, 53 gas stations, and claimed to have the lowest gas prices, but what he would do, is get his station help, through remote control, in a control box, in the pump, he could switch on and off, the mechanism, that would skim profits off most gas purchases, automatically. So, if you are paying $2.00 per gallon, the guy behind the counter, can hit a button, and you may, only actually get, $1.50 worth of gas, but the meter would read, the full $2.00's, but if the cops, of someone complained or came to monitor the gas pumps, the station agent, could just click and put the gas pumps, right back to the real and non-cheating, status, and could fool everyone. The feds, figured out his game. This is an older case, back to like 1985 or so, and imagine, just how much more sophisticated technology has become, with all the PRISM system, the spy gear that the NSA has at its fingertips, this same principle, is employed in stealing my blog, so when someone comes to check the pumps or the hits on the computer, someone not as well versed in technology as the NSA people are, the FBI or local cop, who might want to help me, is stymied, by, all the stars and whistles, that computers, the web, blogs, and bloggers have at hand. Anyway, always trying to be of service to get JUSTICE!
TERROR IN A SMALL STATE, SMALL CHURCH, SMALL D.C., WITH A CORNER ON RELIGION IN THE INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY, FORCING, EVERYONE GOING ALONG WITH THE CONSPIRACY TO DEFRAUD, WITH EVERYONE GETTING THEIR CUT!
IT'S GOOD IN THE HOOD!
P.S., I almost forgot the last symbol, that of the car, I have previously mentioned that only goes by, after I have a sting op, at the Pov. which I am sure is going on, with Adam and Noah, back for revenge, but, this small, white, car, not sure, if it is a Toyota Yaris, or some other small hatchback, but, it has the name, or word, PAML, Pam Love, with this colorful, dots, in three, converging, arches or half circles, looking very colorful on the white . . . first of all, Shelley is not colorful in the slightest, rather boring and white, well, black fits her, but colorful, NAH! A lifetime of reading or doing computers, does not make for an exciting gal! But, I never, see that, but I am sure, after what, 16 some odd years, of fraud, since I got poisoned, when the government decided, to take this hot tamale out, in the prime of her legal career, looks, and sexuality, rocking the legal field, the professor field, mom field, and online, education, but, since 2000, looks like the time these girls were brought on board, to take my place, after they tried to nullify me, but you are in love with her, for all the stuff I did, she is mask, all powerful when wearing ME, but a shy mousy chick when no!
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