LOOK AGAIN . . . WHEN A KILLER WALKS . . . DAN RATHER?
I don't have much time on my travel wifi account, because I had to pay with cash, because, my doubles, have used the duplicate, blocking me from setting up, an account, also using my name and address; however, the NSA or hackers, either fucked with my Walmart money card, account number, because, it is reporting my account or credit card as expired . . . no, mine ending in 02/20 has not expired! Remember, if you are a long time reader, that, starting way back 4 years ago, in fact, right across the freeway, where I am going, as soon as I am done here, returning to the scene of the string of crimes that have lasted, from election 2012 to election 2016, starting right in the house I am going to, as soon as I finish this blog, and take a shower with the truckers, smile, but alone, I am walking over and for the first time in 4 years without, helicopters, U.S. marshals, highway patrol, city cops, or sheriffs, trying to intimidate me, going straight home . . . I was laying at the Poverello, the night before last, on a mat with no padding, and I am very curvy, and this mom is hip!, but, I thought for the first time, as if someone popped a bubble, after I picked up my mail, that, I am done, finished, with my love affair with Montana, just as disappointed as I was with Utanans, but loving and never being disappointed at the scenery; however, after I woke to sheriffs and another sting op, and leaving Missoula, it was like, okay, if finally know the bull shit in Utah, but, what is Montana framing me for? not going to wait around after four years of ditching and dodging, like I did, just before getting on the bus, after, at least 5 dudes, working for the male meltdown, hating women who give them any competition, were ready and waiting for the signal, as they all stood, at almost military or Marine attention, while the leader, was about to give the order, as I slide right out behind the dude and out the door over to Subway, to wait out the pending doom, that was about to snag me, for the 2000th time! But, I kept hearing the words to the familiar Christmas song . . . There's no place like home! So, here I am, embarking on picking up the pieces to my life and staring over where I left off, but without a car, without money, without utilities, but, happy to be home, nonetheless!
But, I wanted to briefly, write about two, Cold Case Files, episodes, that I think, merit, some of my former, nemesis, so charming, so suave, so handsome and connected, with the admonishment, male or female with, my "forced" poverty, being a blind spot, and their riches on my work, shining on them, with ill gotten gain, but, giving them the appearance of success and me failure . . . LOOK AGAIN! WHEN A KILLER WALKS! Pure adrenaline, is a great description of the PEP BOYS who have orchestrated a ring of crime, that is ever widening, using all the energy, vigor, vim, and effort, to try to keep me down, and using, Utah's, state slogan, LIFE ELEVATED, for the girls, who are being used, manipulated to fuck me over as payback for my alleged, butt hurting against the boyz club of mega mates, whom I have trashed, not only personally, but professionally, through my MEGAMIND, legislation, cases, water compacts, and now blogging that makes them crazy on the one hand, and even more jealous, envious on the other, wishing that, they had done this or that, so rather then going and getting a life that is successful in its own right, they, live my life, simultaneously, going where I go, doing what I do, acting like I act, living where I might live, and adopting every aspect of my life so much so, that they become, more me than, ME! LOL!
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