MIX, MATCH, ATTACH . . . TO PROVE RICO CHARGES OF RACKETEERING, MONEY LAUNDERING, EXTORTION, BRIBERY, GAMBLING, ETC., MOB SHIT, AND THE FACT THAT THE MORMON CHURCH, IS THE "ASSOCIATION" NEEDED TO TIE, ALL THE PLAYERS TOGETHER FROM MY MOB FAMILY, TO MOB HUSBANDS, TO GOVERNMENT INTELLIGENCE AGENCIES, TO THE LOCAL BUS SECURITY GUARD . . . LOOK FOR THIS PATTERN OF CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR, AS, THIS "OBJECT LESSON WILL DEMONSTRATE" BUT IT HAS LONG LASTING APPLICATION TO HELP YOU UNDERSTAND HOW, EVERYTHING FROM MUSIC TO BLOGS GET STOLEN!
Okay, so yesterday, I am coming back from wherever I was, and I get on the bus, sitting across from my friend, and there are 3 seats, I have one seat for me, one seat for my backpack, and there was an empty seat, right behind the bus driver.
Now, there were tons of empty seats on the bus, so there was really, no excuse for this woman, who picked up the bus, I believe, either just around the corner from the mall, or by the Fair Grounds, someone said, she had a sister, at the Poverello, and she works at Secret Seconds . . . very symbolic!
So, I was bugged, that, this woman, with all the choices she had, to not CROWD me, picked, to sit, right in the third seat in this section, with, just feet away, 4 empty seats! At first, she, sat, really, splitting the three seats, almost in the middle, pushing my backpack, off, the middle seat, and closer to me, as she nudged her backpack, not herself, in the first seat, but, put her bag, or backpack, in the first free seat, and her butt, sharing the seat with my backpack?
So, being the very territorial person, I am . . . both, your rights and my rights, end at the end of our noses, type thinking, I grabbed my backpack, and put it in my lap, being a bit, put out, and disgusted, by this woman, and her audacity, and pretty soon, she moves her whole ass, not only onto the middle seat, but she is almost, inches into MY only SEAT, having yielded to this bitch, giving her, what she was not entitled to, being the second, person, to the bus, with tons of space, not only being the last one, but, taking, 1.5 seats, crowding my 2 seats, then, taking 2 seats, and starting, moving onto my lap, crowding me and my backpack? Like who does this? Fucking cunt . . . can't understand normal thinking? CLUELESS!
Eventually, I got PISSSED, with 4 fucking EMPTY seats, right next to me, having already, from her crowding, put my backpack on the floor, to provide her even more room, and she, still is pushing her ugly hairy, brunette ass, reminding me too much of the MIX, MATCH, ATTACH, patterns I had just written my second blog of the day about!
Exasperated, I moved! Real life application! Perfect to display and portray, what happened to me, over and over and over again . . . like, Shelley, using, Isaac and the powers to be, to take my house in Bloomington, totally, sitting in court, like a blinking frog on a lily pad, doing nothing, but, letting me fight, a second time for the house, her ugly fat ass and her 5 kids at or grandkids, were living in, giving the cops, sheriffs, and others, that, she WAS Me . . . so, I leave it and move to Parowan!
About the time, I get the Parowan, house all fixed up, paying up to 10 guys per day, $10.00 per hour, for doing the yards, getting the horder's shit out, which took, a dumpster in front of the Bess home in Parowan or in the driveway for 2 damned months, there was so much stuff, then, painting, cleaning, doing everything a house built in 1864 and remodeled, in the 1970's, with no upkeep, needed . . . and Shelley, her lazy ass, punk, Isaac, Elliot's double, used by cops to steal, Elliot's music, even bringing, stolen, band equipment, Shelley doesn't care that her other son, Jesse got blamed for, stealing, like my father, she has favorites . . . I would NEVER! I have clients in 5 states, and 3 cases going up on appeal, and a case going to the United States Supreme Court, and I am supervising all these workers with cops, driving around my house, like SHARKS! so, pretty busy!
I moved in the house in June, 2011, and Shelley and Isaac show up sometime in October, when, all that was left was the kitchen to be painted . . . and I gave Isaac he job! To my shock and horror, Shelley took over my LAPTOP, and seemed to know everything that was going on, on the cases, I was helping her with, plus, she gave herself, not only access to my multi-million dollar cases, all coming to fruition, as were my cases on appeal, and the $357 million securities case . . . but, I am busy, don't have time to notice what is going on . . . the MIX!
I come home, from being out of town, for two weeks, and Isaac has moved his stuff in the music room I specifically, designed and decorated for Elliot and his band, members to practice and use the upper rooms . . . now, Isaac's shit is all over, stolen to boot! Shelley and Isaac, have opened all my new comforters, new blankets and are watching my new CD's, previously unopened, now opened, starting fires, in my wood burning stove, and already, having burned, holes, from fire sparks, and all cuddled up, on my couch, and floor, just making themselves at home, as if they, live there and I am the guest! The MATCH!
THE ATTACH! All the sudden, my alleged, husband, whom, I know, now is a "double" out of the blue shows up, and meets Shelley and Isaac, but judged on Shelley's shy, bashful, downward glance, she was, trying to avoid eye contact, probably with her husband, she hasn't seen for awhile! Shelley gushed over Allan, aka, Frank, and how much, Isaac, loved him! Isaac and Allan, me paying, are up at the cabin, allegedly, getting or chopping wood, and Shelley with me, wants to go find a cabin to rent, so I volunteer to take her looking at some of the cabins, I have found, and she could afford, not working! LOL! She said, no, I would like Allan, aka, Frank, to help me find a cabin, a little closer, to OURS? This woman, still is suffering from, thinking I haven't come back from Pick's Disease, and I am going to the United States Supreme Court, rocking the legal world, for a second time? Whatever!
THE REPLACEMENT WIFE! or THE WHORE!
I can clearly see the writing on the wall, but I am so busy, I can't do much about it, so, after seeing, Isaac and Allan, Shelley, and their more than cozy relationship, even wanting me to name the dance hall and recording studio, I am thinking about buying for Elliot and his Salt Lake music connections to come, play and bring, music to Parowan and students at SUU just down the road in Cedar City, with me trying to think about a name, hint, hint, hint, and Isaac and Allan, aka, Frank, smile and go, OH, let's name it the Alamo? Texas connection? I was thinking of TWISTED SISTER! named after the REAL Allan's two best friends, custom built motorcycle of that same name, on the cover of like CHOPPER magazine, cooler name by far! In honor of REAL biker husband, Marine and cowboy! Bess!
GET THE PICTURE, WATSON? THEN, COMES THE BAT WOMAN SYMBOL, REPLACING, THE THEFT OF MY "WEDDING CERTIFICATE" . . . COPS BITCH, TAKING MY PLACE? STEALING MY CASES, SLEEPING WTH MY HUSBAND, CHANGING THE KEYS, BEING RUN OUT OF MY HOUSE . . . ONLY TO GO, TO MONTANA, TO START OVER, AND HAVE THE SAME PATTERN, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, THEN, IN COLORADO, VEGAS, SPOKANE, SEATTLE, AND ALL OVER MONTANA WITH EVERYTHING FROM SPEAKING AT THE CAPITOL TO HOOKING UP WITH SENATOR TESTER'S OFFICES, TO THE WATER COMPACT AND HOBBY LOBBY, THEN BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
SEE WHAT I MEAN, JELLY BEAN?
SHELLEY JEAN MEAN!
LEARN LOUD!
LOVE AMERICA LOUD! IMPEACH!
FUCK THIS BITCH AND HER BASTARD KIDS AND HUSBAND, BY LAYING ONLY!
P.S., A RECALL TRUCK, JUST PULLED UP . . . IRON MOUNTAIN MANAGEMENT SERVICE! IRON COUNTY . . . WHERE THE SCENES OF THE CRIMES HAPPENED!
CONJOINED TWINS IS WHAT THESE FUCKERS WOULD LIKE YOU TO THINK . . . ME GETTING ALL THEIR CRIIMES, AND THEM, GETTING ALL MY GREATNESS!
P.S., A RECALL TRUCK, JUST PULLED UP . . . IRON MOUNTAIN MANAGEMENT SERVICE! IRON COUNTY . . . WHERE THE SCENES OF THE CRIMES HAPPENED!
CONJOINED TWINS IS WHAT THESE FUCKERS WOULD LIKE YOU TO THINK . . . ME GETTING ALL THEIR CRIIMES, AND THEM, GETTING ALL MY GREATNESS!
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