APOSTLE OF SATAN, A LAVA STREAM OF BLASPHEMY . . . MEETING WITH THE FLATHEAD AREA SKEPTICS ASSOCIATION OF AMERICAN FREE THOUGHT, KALISPELL LIBRARY, OR IF LIBRARY--DON'T QUITE GET THAT ONE, BUT MET WITH THE GROUP THAT TERRORIZES LOCAL CHRISTIAN GROUPS OVER THE STATUE OF JESUS AT BIG MOUNTAIN, STOPPING LOCAL HIGH SCHOOL CHORUS GROUPS, FROM BEING REQUIRED TO PERFORM AS PART OF THEIR GRADE, AT A MORMON CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION, AND GENERALLY CONSIDERED A ROYAL PAIN IN THE ASS OF GROUPS, CLAIMING RELIGIOUS FREEDOM TO DO WHATEVER IN THE HELL THEY WANT TO DO, AND THEY ASSUME THAT THIS GROUP IS, DOING EXACTLY THAT, GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL; THEREFORE, THEY HAD TO HOLD, SEMI-SECRET MEETINGS! POPPYCOCK TO THAT . . . UNDER THE ESTABLISHMENT CLAUSE OF THE FIRST AMENDMENT, THEY ARE AS ENTITLED TO NOT PRACTICE RELIGION, AND BE FREE FROM YOU CRAMMING IT DOWN THEIR THROATS, AS YOU ARE PRACTICE YOUR RELIGION, WITH NO ESTABLISHMENT OF RELIGION! FREE THINKING, IS LIKE A ROCKET BREAKING THROUGH THE GRAVITY FIELD, AND FREE FLOATING WITHOUT THE PULL OF GRAVITY'S FORCE, LEAVING YOU ABLE TO POUNCE, WEIGHTLESSLY IN ALL DIRECTIONS--IT IS GREAT! FREE THINKERS THOUGHT UP THE CONSTITUTION, AND FREE THINKERS WILL SAVE IT, AND THE COUNTRY!

Ah, How Refreshing it is to be an American Free Thinker!

I became a skeptic, so to say, at a very young age in the Mormon Church, as a 20 year old mother, of a new baby, being told by the Mormon prophet of the time, to not hold off having your family, for your education. As I sat home on beautiful fall days, like these, with a brand new baby, as of October 3, 1975, I started to rage against the machine of the old stodgy, white, all male, Mormon patriarchal system, that relegated me to baby vessel, ironing white shirts for meetings, cleaning house, and making meals for my family.  I remember thinking at that time, yes, way back then, as the second wave of the woman's movement was mounting, that I wanted to go to law school specifically to tell the brethren of the Church, were to shove it, that all of us, women, are not to be relegated to the ranks and file of house-wivery, drudgery, indentured servitude, slavery, and motherhood, as our only way of expressing our self's to the world.  Just like, they, as men, would not like to all be told to be farmers, finding all creative outlet on the farm, so they would always be close to home, and available to their families.  I needed an audience, a stage, listeners, learners, and fellow thinkers.  The first time my husband ever heard me swear, or that I ever did actually swear, was when he had been gone for a week, in Texas, on a planning conference, I was pregnant, and the only people I had to talk to were under the age of 7!

With young children at home, sequestered to laundry duty, babysitting, house cleaning, and church work, my mind started to turn to mush!  Keeping my vocabulary to a minimum, so that my children and their cadre of friends, could understand what I was telling them to do, referring to blankets, as blankies, and bottles as bobas, or go get the baby's pinkie, etc., my life was going to hell in a laundry basket!  I would sit folding endless loads and baskets of laundry, and picture myself on the cover of TIME Magazine as either woman of the year, or lawyer of the year, mind you, I didn't even have an undergraduate degree yet, that took 4 kids, 4 colleges and 12 years to get . . . just as the women in the early suffragist movements, me, Lucricia Mott, Elizabeth Cody Stanton, and Earnestine Rose, female leaders of the women's movements, joined by abolitionists, and free thinkers, of the times, almost a century apart, were seeing things pretty similarly . . . the religious teachings of the Bible, and other doctrine, in Mormonism, like polygamy, or the New Testament statement by misogynists like Paul, that women were to be silent in church, were having a meeting of the minds.

I remember reading, Lady Chatterley's Lover, and other novels, life the one I related most to, Madame Bovary, with women, who did all they could, to fight the boredom of marriage, agreeing with lines, like, sex was an expected dessert, after a monotonous dinner, or being so bored, that I wanted the rocks in the garden to talk to me, after having thoughts of affairs, in my mind, with roofers, across the street on the Mormon Church, with their shirts off, even taking them lemonade and cookies, as my Mormon version of adulterous rebellion, staying within the bounds of marriage covenants--I am glad that the scriptures only refer to a man, looking on a woman with lust--there are some advantages, to that sexist book, but later wanting lovers--that was Madame Bovary, not me, then volunteering to sew underclothes for the orphans, in the book, or the modern day substitute for that, as some form of repentance.  I thought, if having children and temple marriage is so right, then, why am I so miserable . . . I think it was my age, the institution, not necessarily my husband, perfect for me at the time, and the one who rescued me, by telling me that I had so many talents, that could not be fulfilled within the walls of the house, and I needed to go back to school! 

Thank God, Richard, or Zeke, as I called him, was a liberal, a free thinker, and a Christian!  My children, are my pride and joy, and even more so, now that they are free thinkers also, more fun, the older they get, the more educated they get, and the smarter they get, with almost all, if not all of them way smarter than their mother!  And, I still agree, that no success can compensate for failure in the home, but there is a life out there, beyond the four walls of a woman's home, for her to explore!  Careers to conquer, and adventure to be had, lovers to experience, and risks to be taken, thoughts to be entertained, and a life without bounds to enjoy . . . free thinker!

The Free Mind--Like A Rocket, Fighting the Gravity Field of Earth, Then Breaking Through the Atmosphere, To A Gravity Free Zone!

That is the feeling I had meeting with the Flathead Area Skeptics Association, that will be meeting again, at the Kalispell Brewing Pub, this Tuesday, at 5:30 p.m., to explore anything from UFO, so the psychic phenomena, para-psychology, the occult, superstition, magic, and about anything else anyone wants to entertain talking about, exploring, thinking about, and it appears, that anything goes, but, that is me, speaking, not the leader of the group.  The newspaper, to the amusement and humor of the group, said the meeting was semi-secret, but everyone was welcome, and that was entirely honest, everyone was welcomed, all thoughts a comments were discussed, nobody was asked to leave, or looked at as making strange comments, this is a mecca of free thinking and I found it to be delightful!  

Some of the community efforts and projects this varied group of individuals, that came from Whitefish, to Lakeside, and all in between, are doing is: 

• 3 mile, adopt a highway
• Ask An Atheist Event
• Darwin Day
• National Day of Freedom of Thought
• Freedom in the Pub
• Jesus statue lawsuit, Knights of Columbus placed that statue on Forest Lands, or Public Lands, over 60 years ago, and for the time being, the judge ruled that it can stay, but it sounds like it is on appeal
• ACLU/FASA--Stopped high school chorus and choirs from being required to perform at a Mormon Church Christmas function as part of their grade . . . couldn't agree more!
• monthly meetings, the first Tuesday of the month, at the Kalispell Brewing Pub, 5:30 p.m., this week!
• 1st Sunday of the month, there is a fellowship meeting for fellow Atheists and Agnostics, Deists, etc.
• Solstice Parties . . . summer and winter
• every year in Glacier National Park, the group transplants seedlings
• help local shelters, this year when a boiler broke and the shelter couldn't afford to repair it, these guys did . . . thanks!
• Center for Inquiry . . . Council for Skeptical Inquiry

U.S. Constitution, Referred to as a Godless Document!

Many of the founding fathers, were agnostics, deists, liberals, free thinkers, and considered radicals of their time.  Thomas Paine, who wrote the pamphlet, that probably saved America in the Revolutionary War against Britain, Common Sense, was later condemned, as the father of free thinking, was attacked as an infidel, in this book, the Age of Reason, later was condemned as blasphemous, and ridiculed for his free thinking, but he was also the inspiration for many who would later, champion free thought across America, like Robert Ingersoll, who was a noted speakers, and drew crowds of 50,000 at times, to decry religious bigotry, slavery, triumph women's rights, freedom of thought, and did much to preserve the America, that the founding fathers, intended it to be, secular, not religious in nature!  

They did, the founding fathers, who drafted the U.S. Constitution, what all Americans, should do, when attending secular, local, state, and national meetings, leave their religion at the door, not necessarily, abandoning their principles, their religious beliefs, adherence to the 10 commandments, in their personal or private lives, but to respect every one's beliefs, as different, valid, varied, multiple and complicated, even respecting those who didn't believe in God, or Jesus Christ, atheists, agnostics and deists, seeing all men created equal, with equal access to law, justice, speech, freedom and liberty, and that applied to their religious tenants, and thoughts also, respecting both Jew and Gentile, if you will, male and female, black and white . . . that is the ideal and the goal!

Prosecutions for Blashpemy, Obscenity, Heresy & as Infidels

Today, at the meeting, the film, American Free Thought, the second of a 4 or 5 part series, with the rest of the series to be shown, every two weeks to completion, was viewed and discussed, and what an amazing portrayal of the battle for the ideas, that are the fountainhead of the U.S. Constitution, the bedrock principles, this country is founded on, and the fight, mainly with the religious community over the basic tenants, proposed in the Constitution, with many fighters, finding trials and even death at the end of their journey to promote the thoughts, feelings, concepts, liberties, and freedoms whether, intended at the times of the signing of the document of not, but contained in the ideas, notions, if not the letter, but the spirit of the work, of pure genius, in my opinion!  The document, encapsulates, and promises, everything, that history has delivered by way of Supreme Court cases, that interpret the plain language, intent and history of the writings of a group of brilliant men, of letters and education of their time, with, heaven forbid, 28 of the 50 signers being lawyers . . . many will say, that explains it all!  LOL!

I would refer this time period, around 1850 and forward, up to an including the 13th, through the 19th amendments of the Constitution, as a very politically active and charged time period, with the 13th amendment giving blacks the right to vote, and later, in the 19th, giving women the right to vote, but many free thinkers of the time, abolitionists, suffragists, and such, worked together to form the freedom of thought, among this union of states and territories, with many travelling far distances, to reach the ears and hearts of many to change the thinking, from the old country, puritanical, slavery oriented, Bible thumpers, who were trying to keep the status quo, with regards to women, slaves, and male led religious patriarchies, denying many the freedoms, that were part of a more perfect union.  Based on the outcome of the last election, and the alleged, religious right, while cloaked in whited sepulchres, and full of dead man's bones, in my humble opinion, we have not yet, reached the free thinking landscape of Thomas PAINE!

New Obscenity Law Enforced, Many By Hypocrites, Connected to the YWCA

Many young men, were coming to New York to work, without parental supervision, oversight, and limits, with money and freedom, they started to get into pornography, corruption, and deviance's, you know, the old, boys will be boys excuse, and highly respected men, like J.P. Morgan and Colgate, who started up and funded the YMCA, to house and keep the young men, with a much different objective than the Y has today, lobbied for laws that would seize erotic materials, that were sent through the mail, known as the Comstock Laws, with Comstock, being a former U.S. Post Master, who took it upon himself, to seize materials he found objectionable, like pamphlets, of free thinkers, right along with the smut, and later, volunteered, to do the same, with laws in his name, without taking a salary, so he could not be held accountable for taking material that was in opposition to the religious stance of Morgan and Colgate, who had large, personal collections of pornography, or what was considered of that level of obscenity, back in the day.

Today, you would think that the Comstock laws that mentioned but never defined terms like vulgar, obscene, erotic, pornographic, leaving the gates wide open for whatever judge happened to be sitting on the bench, many the sons of preachers, who took the religious stances of the time and confiscated, whatever, they thought, personally, fell into that genre of obscene materials, really, arbitrary and capricious, in their application of the laws.  What is funny, is that when the U.S. Supreme Court, in more recent history, viewed some pornographic material, were asked to define obscenity, were not of much more help, nor specific, but merely said, we will know it when we see it!  That is not a whole lot of help!  LOL!  So what ensued after that was a battle between the Gospel of Free Thought, stumping the country, as the religious organizations of the day, were stumping handing out, religious pamphlets and Bibles at an unprecedented rate, calling the other side's, scholars and speakers, like the attorney general for Illinois, Robert Ingersoll, a favorite, I mentioned in one of the above paragraphs, speaking on evolution, science, woman's rights, Darwin's survival of the species, promoting Thomas Paine, and others to huge crowds.

Preachers on the other side, cried, destruction, eternal punishment & cruelty that Deity would assign them to unending punishment and hell!  The interesting thing was, the more hell fire and damnation the preachers, levied at Ingersoll, the more popular he became, with people coming to see what he was being condemned for . . . the free thinkers, even thought the religious movement would die out, and the religious movement, didn't gain anything without a fight.  Exciting times in the OK Corral! And the question I would have for you, is have we progressed much beyond that now?  To me, it doesn't sound much different, than what we have, maybe digressed to, going back in time, to the 1950's, or further, with a Republican house and senate, who knows what we as Americans are in for . . . hopefully, they will take the mantle of leadership seriously, and use reason, free thought, rational basis for their ideas, relying on fact, example and statistics, leaning a little toward the science side of things, not pooh, poohing, the latest UN report on Climate Change, and at least see that man, is somewhat responsible . . . I haven't progressed much, I just rely on the fact that there used to be 127 glaciers up at Glacier National Park, and there are only about 27, barely left?

One Thing I Have Learned Over the Years, Is That Iron Sharpens Iron!

What I mean by that, is that reasonable people, agree to disagree, and generally, seeing the world in terms of black and white, doesn't work, that life, situations, laws, and people are much more complicated that that, and we need to consider exceptions, oxymoron's, paradoxes, allegories, hypothetical alternatives and thoughts, and thinking with every condition, from all sides of the issue, is not from a circular argument, in any equation to fix a problem, not just from a religious, or an died in the wool stance, unyielding, unwilling to work, or consider the other sides, arguments of positions, that just won't work!  If there is one thing, you learn in the law, as you go from start to finish, is that the other side's arguments, sharpen and make you define your own arguments, purifying them, crystallizing them, cleaning them up, making your point better, stronger, more powerful, with more weighty authority, that your opponent's arguments.  At times, you are only as good as your opposition, so don't want for a lesser enemy, so to say, you want the best and the brightest, coming up against you with all the force, power, energy, to make the best laws, decisions, especially, when there is so much at stake, like the economy, jobs, climate changes, pipelines, immigration, and overall rights!  We don't want to skimp, or be without the iron on the other side, to sharpen us!

I heard a great thought about politics, sometime back, and I can't quote it, but politics is a really smart group of people coming up with a plan or law, and another really smart group of people arguing against it, or coming up with an alternative plan . . . it is not enough, to just complain, criticize your opponent's plan or ideas, when you have little yourself to replace it with, or no other alternative.  We need opposition in all things, as the scriptures would say  . . . I rely on them, because I think there is wisdom and people understand them and can relate, but not if I haven't tried and tested the results of following that information or the ideas, I am not a blind follower, by any extent, but I do adhere to true and tested thoughts. 

As the State or the Nation Became More Secular, A Proposed Amendment to the Constitution was Offered, To Make It Mandatory That the Nation Observed the Sabbath as a Day of Rest

President, Abe Lincoln, gave his, A House Divided Speech, heavily relying on the Book of Matthew in the New Testament, knowing many Methodists and Protestants, would be listening, so he used the concepts in the Bible, for his oratory, but he did not champion the Christian Amendment!  That is a great example of not leaving your religious training, and thoughts at home, but not forcing them on a secular nation, by making everyone observe a day of rest!  I, for one, never studied in my whole life, on Sunday, and even went to the extreme as a child, and conveniently so, if my father asked me to vacuum the floor on Sunday, I told him I didn't work on Sunday, and that was my policy!  In law school, I found it wise, as I did, in my undergraduate training, to never, study on Sunday.  I thought, it wise, that my brain, needed a break, my family needed my undivided attention, and there was a renewed energy in my Monday, when I observed the Sabbath Day and kept it holy.  

In fact, you will see, in some of the endings to my Sunday, slacker church, for those of you who might have either skipped church, are not church goers, or don't believe in God, even, I think, that one day of rest, whether it be, starting on Friday, as my Sabbath's did while doing trial work, needing to be ready by 8:00 a.m. on Monday morning, therefore, making the Sunday thing obsolete for a while, but, nonetheless, observing a day of rest, as a very smart, both physically and mentally, a great thing to do, and I felt blessed for it . . .  I never even studied during studying for the bar exam . . . during finals, I would go to bed early, then awake at 3:00 a.m., to study on Monday morning!  But, you will notice, that I will not force my beliefs on you . . . Keep the Sabbath Day Holy, and I will always add, if you want to!

We Need More Free Thinkers!  We Live in A Secular Nation, With Many Beliefs, and the Freedom to Not Believe, if We Want . . . 1st Amendment Says, That is Cool, and Perfectly Fine! 

LOVE LIKE GOLD . . . LAY UP TREASURES IN HEAVEN WHERE DUST & MOTH CANNOT CORRUPT . . . NEW MOVIE ABOUT FALLING IN LOVE IN NORTHWESTERN MONTANA; BIKING FOR A BUCK, MONTANA IS A NUTHATCH; BLACKFEET INDIAN TRIBE, OF NORTHERN MONTANA, FEATURED IN DOCUMENTARY THAT EXPLORES AMERICAN INDIAN HEALING TRADITIONS FOR VETERANS . . . NEW IS NOT ALWAYS BETTER. WHITEFISH PLAY, NO TIME FOR LOVE . . . DEALING WITH LOVE THROUGH ELECTRONIC DEVICES, THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY OF IT ALL!

Love Like Gold--A Theme That is Based on Montana Themes, as Native Montanans Understand Them

Last summer, while I spent two and a half months, in beautiful downtown Missoula, I met a documentary film producer, Michael, working on the movie, Cowboy Heritage, a history of homesteading in the Treasure State, Montana, how cowboys played a role in taming the wild west, the hardships, the triumphs and the failures, that made up this hardy and tough part of the country, with vigilante justice, hardcore mining towns, lawless, to say the least, with bootlegging, prostitution, and the Copper Kings, ruling with money and power, leaving locals, to hang onto their cowboy hats, and fight back against the corruption and control.  But, one day, as we were walking back to Mike's truck, we happened across a filming of a movie scene, and yesterday when I picked up the local paper, the insert of This Week In the Flathead--November 6, 2014--5, the title Local filmmakers tackle 'Love Like Gold' and as I read the article, it dawned on me, this was the movie and the crew, producer, writers, actors, and photographers, that I met, remembering the title of the movie, and the brief introduction of the major players in getting this full length movie, shot in Montana off the ground.  Wow, that is cool, it made me feel, connected to the movie world and also Montana, having been here almost three years, off and on, when life circumstances let me, my preference, for sure . . .

Love Like Gold deals with the failing economy when a ranch hand moves to Missoula from Eureka after the ranch he was employed at is forced to sell.  Our hero meets a femme fatale character that he falls in love with and their journey to save each other is filled with violence and struggle to figure out how to use love to find hope in their cruel world. Writer and producer, both from Montana, ventured out of state, to get degrees and experience and wanted to come back home, to their roots, and do a movie about, growing up on the outskirts of Eureka, as Atherton and Bennett watched as the lumber mills shut down one by one and their economy collapsed, leaving the community in poverty.  When I met the women, and we talked about the movie, where they had been, why they came back to Montana, and a bit about the movie, as the photographer, filmed, what I remember as an engagement scene, or the proposal, with young hot stars, from as far away as New York and Paris.  I might be wrong, but, that is what I think was being filmed.  I will have to go see the movie, and see if I am right.  The scene was filmed, right across Higgins Street, from the Iron Horse Grill & Bar, which is catty corner, from one of my favorite hangs, the Break Cafe Coffee Shop, where at least 20 or 30 of my blogs were written.

When I met, Atherton and Bennett, I promised them I would write about their movie, so making good on that promise, here it is . . . don't want to tell more about the story, because I want you to go see the movie, as I want to myself--a cool connection, GOOD LUCK!

Biking for a Buck, Montana in a Nuthatch!

I opened the Daily Inter Lake Newspaper, to C1, the Outdoor Section, on Thursday, November 6, 2014, and there was this picture, that I thought had to be a joke, or wrong, as many stories, and things I have either learned or heard about Montana, and this is definitely one of them, that is actually true, and not a joke, but the real McCoy. There is the picture of a kid on a fat boy bike, the kid's name is Mark Christensen, my grandmother's maiden name, related, I hope so, because, this picture, for some reason, symbolized, the fortitude, the fight, the stamina, of the general population of not only the forefathers and mothers of Montana stock, but the attitudes of modern Montanans, who just get the job done . . . like even the thought that, they do an amazing job, of running the fourth largest state, with barely one million people, half the number, I think of the Salt Lake Valley, alone, and do so, on a tax base, that is minuscule compared to many state budgets, and they have all the necessary services, plus some, like the free shuttles, that literally, takes people 200 miles, so people in the rural areas, get to medical care, and government service . . . it is as amazing as this young man, carrying the buck he shot, in a backpack, on his bike, and bringing it down the mountain in snow this week, after he dressed it out, and the panoramic photo, shows the 5 or 6 point buck's rack of antlers, sticking out of his backpack . . . I saw that, and thought, what the hell? Are you fucking kidding me, but I have found that is very indicative of the rough and tumble, personalities, that make me, continually, fall in love with Montana, over and over again.

The photo shows Mark, way in the hell out in the mountains, and he said that he rode his fat boy bike, because he wanted to get to remote areas, that nobody with a truck or maybe even ATV could get to, and it looks like it paid off for the boy.  I am not sure, how old this guy is, but, talk about taking his hunting habits to the limits, that type of get up and go, roughing it through tough times, yet, I am sure, getting a huge buzz out of the fact that he is in a league of his own, when it comes to hunting, will take him miles in life, that others dare not tread, treading on sacred ground if you will.  The picture is awesome . . . check it out.

No Time For Love, Whitefish Community Theater, Cell Phone Towers In Yellowstone?  

This Week in the Flathead, cover picture, fun one, showing part of the play, No Time For Love . . . the story starts, if memory serves, with a girl and a guy, going on a date together, I can't remember if it was a football game, or something fun, like that, you would think the guy would forgo, his electronic devices, checking emails, texts, the web, and messages on his phone, but the girl is so frustrated by this guy's fetish with all his devices, that she realizes that there is literally no time for love, and things have got to change.  I can't agree more.  I had a situation, that happened a few years ago with my sisters, whom I hadn't seen for years.  And after one sister-in-law, got so sick, she almost died, I decided, that a busy law practice should not stop me from going to visit family up north, that I hadn't seen for a long, long time, given the fact that previously, for 8 years I thought I was going to die, then, when I didn't, I jumped right back into law practice, and didn't have time to breath.  But, a life threatening situation, makes you come to grip with how very fragile life is, and there better be time for love!

I walked in the kitchen of my sister, Marcie's house, and I didn't hear a sound, so I walked into the kitchen, and there were two of my sisters, not talking, and texting or writing texts, and there was not a sound.  Then one of my sister, said, Why didn't you go to Katie's wedding?  What, I never knew she was getting married?  Mother of the bride, said, Well, we put the invitation on Facebook!  Well, I don't do Facebook . . . they both just shrugged their shoulders, as if this sister, was totally worthless, and went on doing their thing, on their Smartphones, or ipods, and to tell you the truth, I don't know the difference.  I set up a Facebook account, once, but I forgot my password, and didn't care to ever figure it out again, and let it go, after just setting up the homepage, or whatever it is called, too much word, and I was already only sleeping 2 hours a night in my jet tub, only to get up and answer clients questions on email, which I eventually gave up too.  

My, how things had changed in the Southwick family, and not for the better.  In years passed, if there was a wedding, you may not have gotten an invitation, like a friend, office worker, or church member; the notice was done through word of mouth, as you stopped by mom and dad's house, or in having a phone conversation with another sister or brother, cousin, aunt or uncle, but I was busy, but, really a wedding? But, in years passed, the family would wish the bride and groom the best, knowing they had better things to do, that sit and talk to family, and the rest of us, would gather at a family member's house, and eat, play Canasta, a favorite family card game, with bonding taking place through conversation and competition, while the kids ran the house, having fun with cousins.  There was none of this at this wedding . . . I basically missed out on 8 years of family stuff, due to dying, but, could things really have changed this much, electronic devices, taking the place of cards?  Are you kidding me . . . well, if the sisters are going to just text, and deal with other kids on the phone, after years of not seeing them, I was out the door and gone,  

I had time, but they didn't . . . a sad story in deed . . .

Yellowstone National Park, Putting in Cell Towers & Internet Services?

Seriously, we as Americans, taking a vacation, you would think, given the destination, to a rustic National Park, to see bison, elk, bear, deer, geysers, mountains, and pine trees, not to mention, Old Faithful, and we need to bring along our cell phones, computers, and notepads?  Are you fucking kidding me?  Really?  There was an article, the other week, about a dad, who brought his teenagers to the Park, and they were disappointed that they could do all the social networking that they do at home!  Guess what kids, this is not your home, it is the public lands, and we don't want cell phone towers ruining the scenery, in a national treasure, with lodges at least 100 years old!  It is not like, you can't stay in West Yellowstone, or Jackson Hole, or some of the towns around the parks, if you really want cell phone service, or more than you are currently getting . . . that is the beauty of the National Park experience . . . you are in remote areas, that you can get away from your clients, your friends, your boyfriend, your ex-wife, or ex-husband, obsessed co-worker, and for sure YOUR BOSS!  

There is nothing nicer, that to say, oh, sorry, there was not cell phone service up where I was staying.  Not this summer, but the summer before, I got a job at Glacier National Park, at the most remote part of the Park, that you can stay at, Swiftcurrent Lodge, my boyfriend of the time, well, one of them, was a chef, and I wanted to do housekeeping, but management wanted my attorney skills on the reservation desk to keep out of control people in line, like the ones, who wondered why there was not cell phone service, Internet, and TV's in the little cabins, that are there to give you a rural, remote, and rustic experience, unlike the comforts of your own HOME!  That is just not, fucking the point!  Anyway, after getting hired, and staying up in the cute little log cabins, having a great time, before all the maddening crowds showed up for the summer, I had to go down to the main, lodge at East Glacier, for training.

Now, when I left, civilization, so to say, all my clients, seemed to be find in Utah, with me trying to gracefully bow out of practice in the state of Utah, without getting in trouble for ineffective assistance of counsel, with me trying to relocate to Montana, but, the very second, I went to the lodge, where there was actually, cell phone service, my fucking clients got a hold of me, and I had to come back to UTAH!  Shit!  So, I gave up my dream summer, in the Crown Jewel of the Continent, Glacier National Park, all because, my fucking clients, down in the dry, dead, desert of southern Utah, now 100 degrees now, were calling me, screeeeeeaaaaaammmmm!  I was so pissed off, and probably would have bowed out, but both Kay Lynn Reilly and my son-in-law, needed me; I don't think one of them alone, would have been enough to get me back into the state, but with both needing legal help, allegedly, the call to duty, trumped, my love of nature, love of amazing wildlife, having seen three grizzly bears the first hour, on the way up to Swiftcurrent, the great food, new friends, for all over the world!

I don't think, putting cell phone service into the National Parks for a bunch of spoiled children and teens, who need, more then their parents, and experience in the Parks, that will forever stand up in their minds, fun, alive, without all the pulls of modern society, and alleged, civilized life, like back home, giving them time to think, to connect to nature, and family, time to feel free, run through streams, take pictures of their experience, that can be stored in their phones and cameras, to be taken out when they are back home.  This is a big mistake.  My oldest daughter, Greta, worked at the reservation desk at Grand Canyon National Park, North Rim . . . a life changing experience; she has worked for the Park Service, the Forest Service, and Utah Natural Resource Management, she had friends from all over the world, that expanded her visions, with her joining the Navy, just a year later, to further, expand her horizons, on life, love, and leadership.  She used to tell the family funny stories, about people wondering where the TVs were, the fast food restaurants, whether the 14 foot windows, showing the Grand Canyon, was a picture!

You are sitting at the edge of one of the seven wonders of the world, and you want to watch TV?  You would prefer to talk or text to friends a home, than hike, the north rim, that again, will change your life forever, as it did with me, and is now a family initiation, new members have to hike down the switch backs, thinking they are tough and cool, the ultimate hikers, in great shape, come crawling out of the canyon, knowing full well, nature could kick their asses at any time.  Life flights are a daily event, or people who do not learn to respect the canyon for the beauty, but the danger, the adventure, and the heat.  It is not your average hike!  I don't care what shape you are in, you are in for the hike of your life.  I think the first time I got, how hard it would be to repent on our own, without Christ's help, was when the speaker, compared repentance for our own sins, to climbing out of the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, I GET IT, FINALLY!  Cell phone service and Internet, don't belong in our National Treasures!  Keep them untainted from the real world!

Documentary Explores American Indian Healing Traditions for Veterans

Healing the Warrior's Heart, will air on KUED Channel 7 in Salt Lake City, Utah, in honor of Veteran's Day, on Monday, November 10 at 9 p.m., MST.  The film reveals how the ancient spiritual traditions of our nationals first warriors are helping today's veterans who suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). The documentary explores the central role that military service plays in Native life and how American Indian spiritual traditions help returning soldiers reintegrate into society . . . critical, with soldiers, coming back from two wars, unprecedented in modern history.  Ken Verdoia, is moderating the documentary . . . I knew him from my Salt Lake City, days, and I think his wife, was an assistant attorney general, if I remember, some connection to me.  But Ken does a great job, and the movie, will be excellent, with great content, and relevance to what we need, healing the body is one thing, the soul, the mind and the heart, is another.  I am looking forward to watching it.

I had a client in St. George, her nationality was, part Indian and part Hispanic, when I took her case, she suggested, that before trial, we have her brother, who was a spiritual healer, take us in the sweat lodge and cleanse our souls of all anger, taint, and frustration over the case . . . good idea, because there was a ton of shit, we were dealing with, campus cops, who were the disorderly, violated property rights, and allowed whites, to terrorize my client, drive ATVs on her property, a single mother and kill her dogs, driving her off the property!  

We tried to go out to her brother's house, but he was also a popular youth counselor, who worked with many people in the jails, to help them heal, change, and cleanse their pasts . . . he couldn't be there that night, but we did fine in court.  Me and the judge, a former, Washington County Chief Deputy Attorney, squaring off against each other, ended up, with visitors, but a whole lot of respect, between the two of us . . . so, some healing took place for this former, assistant attorney general, who used to train prosecutors, with everyone of them, now judges, no exception, wanting the punish me for changing sides, and doing not only defense work, but civil rights work . . . Annette, was much like I am, just trying to help stray dogs, and got arrested, charged with animal cruelty, lack of tags and licenses, getting embarrassed, when officers would not wait 5 minutes for her to finish an oral presentation, costing her, her college career, missing three days of finals in the Washington County Jail, with nobody caring about her three children!  The dogs were more important than the kids . . . lots of us need healing!

Maybe the Original Inhabitants of the America, Can Teach Us a Thing or Two About Healing . . . I Am Sure, They Had Plenty to Heal From!

UNIQUE OBSESSION: THE PERFECT MOTHER, FBI OR SECRET SERVICE, INTERNET CRIMES . . . FUN TOPICS ON THE EAGLE TRANSIT BUS THIS MORNING, GUY/GIRL STUFF, STUDENTS, WALMART WORKERS, AND ME, AN ATTORNEY . . . FUN STUFF! IT IS MUCH MORE FUN TO RIDE THE BUS, TRAIN, OR PLAIN, BECAUSE THERE ARE PEOPLE TO TALK TO, LEARN FROM, LAUGH WITH, SHARE PERSONAL STORIES WITH, AND JUST TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS, SOCIAL HOUR . . . I DIG IT! THE TALE OF RAVEN WRATH BONE VS. JOANN OF SUNNYBROOK FARMS! BIG DIFFERENCE! LOL! DON'T BUY THE FRAUD BROAD!

Rose's Plot Thickens

The other day on the bus, me and an older gentleman, who is taking some computer classes up at Flathead Valley Community College, located here in Kalispell, Montana, was hearing my tales of computer woes over the years, starting with the time back in the early 80's, when I decided to go back to college, and was unfortunate enough to enroll in a computer programming class.  I had an assignment, that by all intents and purposes, should have been easy, it consisted of an eleven line program, the very basics of programming, and that took me 6 fucking hours, on the old main frame computers, that took up entire buildings, with monitors hooked into them.  I had small children at home, and getting stuck in a circle in programming, was not working for me, and my children's schedules, and I hated it, and vowed to never touch another computer in my life, who could have predicted the future of computers, as I am typing away on my notebook computer!  LOL!

When PCs came out, I refused to waste our families finances of a home computer . . . now my husband, at the time, who was a city planner, would have surely been current on the times and technology, but this student, housewife, saw not need to spend money on such and stupid household luxury, much as I saw microwaves, and other advances in technology, that have improved living conditions for all mankind.  I continued to pound out my scholarly papers for my master's degree in ancient scripture studies, on an old Brother's typewriter, with balls, of fonts, and sizes, if I remember, perhaps that was the one I used, when I was a graphic artist for the state of Utah, before I had children . . . nonetheless, I was change resistant, especially when it came to technology, and I can barely even now, do the rudimentary operations of computers and cell phones, refusing to even learn how to use the camera on my phone!  Skype, hell no.  I law school, I was forced to learn the law, and learn to use a computer, much to the consternation of other law students who didn't have home computers either, who had to tutor me, while both of us were trying to get timed briefs in, with the minutes ticking.  

Needless to say, I am not anyone to be accused of hacking, Internet crimes, messing with someone's Yahoo accounts, even paying my bills on the computer, hell, no, that is way beyond my attention span to learn, and just not my cup of tea.  Now, my sister, Shelley, on the other hand, the one, in conjunction with Kay, are totally adept at using the computers . . . Shelley can stay on one, as she has since they have been invented, and has been on them none stop; I however, even had a 9 year hiatus, without touching a computer, from 2000 to the end of 2008, when my daughter, Greta, asked me to critique her philosophy paper.  And at that time, I signed up for an account at the Dixie State College/University Computer Lab, where Gina Merrill, an instructor and key to the hacking, fracking and stacking of double docketing, twin blogs, hacking into federal court e-filing systems, and whatnot, and the key to where all this started, as to computer crimes . . . Gina and Shelley met through me, when Gina was having her house foreclosed on, Shelley's line of work, me just arguing cases, once they hit court.  Friendship with money benefits, is the way Shelley, Brett and Kay roll!  Like A.B.C., bribes of 1,2,3.

I think at times, they, the NSA, crossed Kay's or Shelley's accounts with mine, because, I would open my computer, and while I was in Montana, especially orginally, before, many people knew I was going back and forth, between Utah and Montana, these weird account sites would pop up, with the weather and all kinds of shit, that I wouldn't know the first thing about putting on my daily notices, or care to put on, like the weather in Salt Lake City, while I am in Helena, Montana, generally without a computer, having thrown mine in Panguitch Lake, along with two cellphones, after U.S. Federal Judge, just up and closed my $357 million securities case against the state of Utah, just up and terminated the case, and after the money, from the bribes and the sting op to get money, 94% from other states, was complete, Kay was to meet with Mitt Romney, this is before the elections, in the UK, for the airing of a documentary on an American President, who happens to be a Mormon, and Kay, an anti-Mormon, allegedly writer, cover for the crime, is to be with Mitt the day after Waddoups, who also decriminalized polygamy lately, up and closed the case, because I beat the governments attorneys through default, killed them long before that, actually at the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, this March 9, 2012, oral arguments were a second attempt by them to kill the part of the case remanded back to the federal district court, with the judge, allegedly an unbiased, magistrate, at the time, was the only one arguing against me with the FBI, sitting on the sidelines, as the judge threw the 4th amendment arguments out, when the U.S. Supreme Court, the day I got sworn in, in D.C. actually used my 4th amendment arguments on the Brock case, adapted it, and said that vehicles are affects, a far greater stretch than that computers are modern day papers, protected from unreasonable searches and seizures, using almost my full arsenal of cases, listed in my 45 page, cut down from 65 page brief for the 10th Circuit, with the government's brief, barely making 7 pages, with huge ass type!  And you think the FBI or Secret Service is not going to try to finish what they started, especially with Mitt Fucking Mormon Romney, taking a third shot at the presidency, they have to have me out of the way, since he got my contingency fee of $118M!  YOUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK, NOW WITH A HOUSE AND SENATE ALL REPUBLICAN CONTROLLED, GOOD LUCK AMERICA, YOU DUMB ASSES!

FBI or Secret Service at the Kalispell Hospital Stalking Me, Or Sting Op

I don't know, when the cops, of all shapes, sizes, and ranks, local, state, or fed, will just look at the facts, starting with history, intent, background, and the plain and simple facts, that they were watching me typing my blog, as they were watching me!  How stupid are they, good GOD!  I can sit at McDonald's, up by Walmart, this morning, and I am in the process of typing a blog, and some dumb ass clown, working undercover, and so vested in me being Shelley, and Shelley being me, or the girls' club variety, they have vested their years of going after me on, and wrongly so, that they refuse to deal with reality, when it is right in front of their fucking faces, denying all visual and evident truth, throwing it all out the door, and believing that the woman they thought, was me, due to government cover-up, deception, lies, is really the woman who they should have been chasing, and not ME!

They, the little FBI, Secret Service don't want to catch Shelley, that would blow the plans of the last 20 years, with the Mormon contingency, the 70% plus of probably all alleged, intelligence community, with probably a higher than that average, making up the 30,000 spies working at the NSA office in Hyland, Utah or the Lehi area, just around the point of the mountain, behind the Adobe building, part of the fusions center, that serves this part of the country!  Why am I bringing this up, because it is all connected!  What happened here or with John, DJ, Greg and Shanna, yesterday, or the day before it sll part of the plan to frame me, for some type of crime, they just simply don't care, but an Internet crime is best, because I have been crying that Shelley, Kay, male fucking cohort, for the government whores, thinking this is a Call to Duty . . . when it is a call to the Mormon Duty, and Mitt's Presidency . . . Mormons just have too much power, to simply take his defeat that casually, and not fight back, the poor little boys and girls finally are becoming part of main stream America, and they are not going to take it lying down, and they are doing it on MY BACK!  

The Tale of the Toilet & the 401K Account . . . This is the Real Goal!

Shelley is the hacker, with Kay pulling second duty, and the NSA using its weapons of mass Internet and blogging destruction, theft, censoring, and monetary theft, all the crimes the fucking FBI and secret service are in charge of . . . I met the secret service guy from this area, Todd someone, when he spoke at a Republican Pachyderm meeting several months ago, if not a year ago, but he totally rebuffed me, after just saying that this type of crime was in his job description, I just took notes on, and told me I could not use his name in my blog, as if he has any control!  LOL!  I would use his last name if I could remember it, but, anyway, it was most likely is guys at the hospital yesterday, upon the fucked up, bull shit of DJ, who tried to take me helping John, through normal, Yahoo account means, that of signing in to the account, and forgetting your password, is what the whiny little bitch John said, when he called me frantically, stating that his 401K people had sent him and email, that he had to open, write down a few numbers, most likely a confirmation number, to make sure that he is the John they think he is, based on the paperwork they confirmed that they got, and all that was left was to scan that number back to them and they would cut a check for 80% of his account money, we figured, a few weeks ago, he was getting about $5500 back on his $7000 account, nice chunk of change, since he just got fired from his job!

I had John on my email account, so I thought, while he and DJ, raced out of the house, when I surprised the co-conspirators and walked home from Walmart, since the bus service was off for the day, because of the vote and elections, with, hello, John, not coming to pick me up, which is a, like never, when I told him I wold try to get on my computer, when I got back to the apartment, and see if his had been blocked, but they surely would not block mine, at this point.  So, as John took DJ, allegedly to grandpa's house, out near, Blaine Lake, I got on my computer, and tried to jump through the hoops, to find out what John's Yahoo account password was, since he rarely needed to use, it on his own computer, and probably hadn't done that for years, so the memory loss, made sense . . . they got that part right.  I clicked on the forgot your password? blue underlined part, and it sent me into a text box, with two questions, that only John would know . . . with me, sisters would know, many of the stupid questions they ask, but most people are not at risk, like I am.  The question was to name your oldest niece, easy, John only has one, so he can get this one right, even if he forgot his password.

I call John's phone, and fucking DJ is running interference, John is off on his bull shit, normal rant about some bitch, the woman he still loves, but last year before kicking her out, always, always, always, if given a choice to be with Jen or me, took cruising with me, she cheated on him twice, spent her lazy ass days, watching King of the Hill cartoons, and playing World of WarCraft on the computer!  Really, John, you even said that last week, when she came over, and sat on the bed with Mark, her current flame, the one she chose you for, and winning you by sticking her hands down your pants, and won your heart, the way to most men's hearts!  But, lame ass as it gets, when you really look at all things considered, I am sick if hearing about Jen, every time you have nothing to complain about, or say, and that is 99% of the time, with nothing on your mind by a cheating bitch!  Holy Shit!

National Security Agency or NSA Just Took the Last Two Hours of Stuff, Protecting Their Own

Hopefully, the guys who are watching the dirty NSA, the Mormons, the Men in Black, FBI, CIA, NSA, OSI, DIA, and Secret Service, are watching how many wi-fi, locations I have to go to to post a blog . . . freedom of speech, only if it is not against the governments asshole, special op actions at the hospital last night, and again today . . . good God, stop doing stuff that you are ashamed to have the public know about, like protecting all your fake bitches, claiming to write this blog, be me, champion the U.S. and other constitutions, with a history of over 20 years, and twisting that into your one world order bull crap, that stinks to high tyranny!  WE DON'T FUCKING WANT IT!

If the Brits, and the world bankers, in London want it, and Mitt Romney and the Mormons want to move to the fucking UK or to China, let them go ahead, we want leaders who are all about America, the Constitution, capitalism, the American way of life, not the Bush ass, Patriot Act Shit, that is allowing all the alphabet soup guys, to go after the real patriot, with the fraud pod of liars, the bitches with jealousy twitches, and I don't give a rat's ass if they are allegedly Called to Duty, but fucking who?  We here in Montana, just had to have a U.S. Senator and candidate go, because he plagerized a master's paper in the military . . . and we are going to let 6 fucking hags, steal everything I have ever done, my life, my writings, my kids, my ID, my blog, all but 2 million hits or results, sorry, that is not good enough.  I don't care if I am in a class of my own, which I always have been, regardless of living at a homeless shelter, that doesn't take away my brains, that doesn't convince me that I never did all that I have done, or that I didn't write the last 330 plus blogs, or that I didn't go to the U.S. Supreme Court, or didn't write the Brock securities case, or the Cheek, Vail, Lamoreaux, and a ton of great cases, plus doing legislation, and rocking he blogging world, with hits as high as 155 million, in a matter of seconds!

You have cut, diced, divided, split, blocked, stolen buried, deep in the web or the dark internet, killed, blocked, frozen, etc., and I can't seem to get an arrest, a charge, an incarceration, a hearing or a trial on thise fucking pigs, because the government assholes, and bastards with their heads and dicks buried so deep in pussy, they can't see straight, and they can't do their jobs, because they are sucking off the tits of my money, from my son's music, my blogs, my cases, my legislation and my life!  GO GET A FUCKING GOD DAMN LIFE OF YOUR OWN . . . HAS IT BEEN SO LONG, THAT GOING BACK TO MEDIOCRACY IS JUST TO DAMN BORING, BECAUSE YOU WERE AND ARE BORING? 

Have you grown so accustomed to the fame, the accolades, the praise of man, that you don't care about standing for your maker, and answering for the last 2 decades of charades and lies.  I know that you have been up here in this part of the state of Montana, likely stealing credit for trying to kill medical marijuana, or make it so the CIA can continue to run drugs in to the state, and take a cut of the take, and you don't have the home growers, to complete with, or taking credit for the Salish-Kootenai, Water Compact, and fucking with the scheduled hearings, changing locations, and when you found out, through my blog that I was planning to attend, after blowing up my last car, that Shelley or one of my doubles then got, plus all my ID, held it in Polson, Montana at the Indian Casino, because if the real McCoy was there, you wouldn't stand a chance of looking like the heroes to bring about a real compromise, and follow the U.S. and Montana State Constitution . . . because for almost a year, you have come in and bought off the fucking Republican Women and the Pachyderm Club, to lie for you, because they can tell, that I am not a true Republican, nor really a Democrat . . . like I said, clowns to the right of me, jokers to the left, and here I am stuck in the middle with YOU!  

The NSA, erased my reporting in living breathing detail, the sting operations, yesterday and today up at the Kalispell Regional Medical Center, at the Sunnyview Cafe, both miserable failures . . . this time they had a few women join the men, pretending to be a hospital group, working on something, meeting while I was typing the blog, with two of the guys, white shirts, nicely dressed, hanging out after the fact . . . my sign, that a second attempt, the team B, was taking a stab at me, after team A failed yesterday . . . disguised, slipped out of the hospital . . . amazing what a small change will do, and slipped down stairs, then to the waiting room, then out to the bus!  Nice job, dip shits, I would be embarrassed, I know they want to catch me unaware, that would take a fucking lobotomy . . . Shelley might fall for that!

Tyne Daly, The Perfect Mother, Looks so Much Like Shelley, Her Hardcore Mafia, Mother-Bitch Self, Tactics, Strong-Arming, and Control over her Children . . . Perfect Rendition of Shelley!  The Blogger, Me, I Blonde With Blue Eyes, Not Hazel, With Black Hair, Her Pet Name for Her Computer/Email, Ravenwrathbone!  Mine Would Be, JoAnn of SunnyBrook Farms!  LOL!

After Starting this Blog at About 8:30 a.m., Being Spied on at McDonald's, Across from Walmart, Going to Target, Being Spied on There, and then Being Blocked at the Medical Center, With Feds Surrounding me, I am NOT in the Mood to Write More . . . But, Men, you Should Plant Bugs on the Bus, and You Would Get an Earful of Male/Female, Stuff, Male Bashing and Compliments, And You Would Learn What Your Average JO on the Streets Thinks!

Fun Stuff, Good Info, From the Girl's Club!  LOL!

WILD THING, YOU MAKE EVERYTHING GROOVY, BUT, I WANNA KNOW FOR SURE . . . ELECTION RESULTS, CLOWNS ON THE LEFT OF ME, JOKERS TO THE RIGHT, AND HERE I AM STUCK HERE IN THE MIDDLE WITH YOU! YWCA, YOUNG MAN, THERE'S NO REASON TO BE DOWN, THERE'S A PLACE YOU CAN GO, IT IS FUN TO STAY AT THE YMCA, YOU CAN GET YOURSELF CLEAN, AND GET A GOOD MEAL, NOBODY DOES IT BY THEM SELF, PUT YOUR PRIDE ON THE SHELF--THANKS TO ALL THE SHELTERS, AND SOUP KITCHENS--TODAY SAMARITAN HOUSE! I WAS ONCE IN YOUR SHOES, IT'S FUN TO STAY AT THE YMCA, OR PLACES LIKE THAT . . . HELLGATE TREATY, 1855, WATER COMPACT, SALISH-KOOTENAI & IRRIGATORS . . . JUST QUANTIFY THE NECESSARY WATER, FOR USE AND BENEFIT OF THE INDIAN RESERVATION, TAKING INTO ACCOUNT FUTURE GROWTH, REASONABLE GROWTH! RE-POSTING, SINCE I MISSED MEETING TODAY, AND I AM SURE THAT WAS PLANNED! LOL!

Apartment Loony Toones--The Four Stooges!

The cops are so desperate to frame me, set me up, to bring me down, although, they are a bit more stealth here in Kalispell, because they, generally, don't go directly against me, they get the local, yokels, to do their dirty work, or perhaps these guys are undercover cops, but they are about a sneaky as a kid running in late for class, and about as sophisticated.  LOL!  The crew, John, DJ, Greg & Shanna, are part of the Kalispell, pod squad of alleged friends, turned, bribed, siding with my enemies now, because money speaks, louder than loyalty, integrity, honestly, and friendship.  My natural propensity is to help people as much as I can, and because that is not, the norm, there is a suspicion, due to the fact that people, generally, only help people if there is something in it for them, or there is some benefit, the Art of Selfishness, Ayn Rand.  With most cop or cop types, there is a lot of projection--projecting intents, values, thoughts to another person, of one's internal life values systems, and the cops are just the flip side of the coin, from criminals, many with criminal minds and intent, but they just carry a badge that they think whitewashes their crimes, lies, and deceits . . . badges of betrayal!

The very crimes that they are to be protecting citizens from, are the ones that participate in, cover-up, and go after the actual victim of the crime, knowing full well, that is the case, but for the money, they will sell their own souls, twist and turn facts, intents, friendships, and actions, so they more closely reflect their own, bull shit, tainting the purity of the person, who is just trying to help, making it look, other than it is, and protecting their own sinister desires to get their chance to do exactly that, gain access to money, accounts, and steal it from another friend, who is less savvy, or maybe even participating in this little show, set up or frame, but to know avail, because, if you set a trap for someone else, you step in it yourself, and that happened, yesterday . . . but I am not into drama pits, rat holes, and dirty places, seen by me, as having the Doppelganger effect, of being an outside demonstration, of the psychological inside, indicating, dirty pigs!

DJ, the Deadbeat, Loser Squatter on John's Couch, Taking Over the Front Room Like a Cancer Takes Over An Infected Body!

Now, I have been friends, with John, for about a year and three months, enjoy music, mountains, and religion.  I have a need to teach, and John has a need to learn, and anger management is the issue at hand.  I come and go a ton, due to people getting pissed at my blog, often either cops, political parties, or those trying to take credit for my intellectual property, and work, like the Salish-Kootenai Indian Water Compact, a proposed, compact, that is totally unconstitutional, irrational and in violation of the very document, the Hellgate Treaty, of 1855 . . . that is perfect, and needs nothing more done than water use and benefit quantification. 

There was a bunch of game playing going on a week or so ago, with County Commissioner, Pam Holmquist, scheduling and due process issues, a meeting that I wrote about, mentioned that I missed, so of course, the newly scheduled one, was today in Polson, at 1:00 p.m., safe distance away, too far for bus, and no car to worry about . . . keep up the lies of who wrote what, constitutional analysis, testified, wrote again, testified, did another analysis, etc.   But these local girls and boys are key players, because, everwhere I go with them, or when I stay at the apartment, they just lie, and say it is one of the multiple government doubles . . . oh, no, it was this girl, not this one, who just went on the Farm to Market Road . . . covering every lie, that has been perpetrated.  Just like A.B.C., follow me and you will see, new contact, new bribe and account for payment . . . but, no one seems able to catch these fuckers, amazing!

The Letter, John, Shanna & Greg, Allegedly Want DJ Out, When the Real Goal is to Get Me Out, So More and More of my Safety Nets, Protections & Insulation Tanks

A week ago, Shanna and Greg, whom I have written a 30 day, shape up, or get the hell out of the apartment, no drugs, no friends on drugs, no smoking in the house, no fighting all night, do dishes, pay John back, don't take the car and, typical roommate stuff, and it worked, they changed overnight, but just as they got better, and they pay regularly to rent a room from John, so that part is a plus, but just as John got these two, a couple, under control, DJ, who has been John's friend since high school, allegedly, and has been to prison, allegedly twice, has parked his ass on the couch for the last three months, starting out originally to get or give a break to another Greg, who DJ was leeching off, before, John took in.  

Now I am a minor player in this rental situation, and I have stayed, usually, not more than a week and a half at a stretch, and generally less, but I need a place to crash when I am in the town, and I pay $100 to couch surf, a good deal for John, because he gets money for just a few days, and it helps me too, and is about the right price for what I get, a roof over my head . . . but, this last time, as DJ took over more and more of the apartment, leaving the paying residents of the apartment, John has had for 5 years, sequestered in their rooms, whenever they are home, as his mounting junk is spreading, growing, and encroaching more and more, all over the place, starting in the entry hall, going into the front room, he even got rid of the second, matching couch, when I showed up . . . a sign and symbol, that he was now in control and John didn't clear my entrance with him! LOL!  

This guys is totally passive aggressive, sweet as pie in front of your face, while stabbing you in the back, and feeding John with his poison, knowing the guy better, and getting to the button areas, and some very cruel, like teaming with parents to get John on meds, with me just doing anger management, which is at the root of many of his problems . . . taking away, DJ's strategy, threats, and manipulations to keep John under control, using history, and parental allies, to get the kid on meds!  So, everyone but me, who just gets there late, and leaves early, without even seeing anyone, generally, being an early riser, without needing much sleep and preferring McDonald's or the hospital to the dirty apartment to write my blog, they don't see me much, and stuff doesn't get to me, when I am a sleep, and never hang out with them, other than John, once in a while, going without ever seeing the others, except for DJ, who never leaves the house, 24/7, the guardian, or the spy?

I resided the plea for help, from Shanna and Greg, and decided, that maybe one more body, was just too much with both me and DJ, so I did my normal, Casper the Ghost gig, and book it out of town, which I have been doing for the last 2 years in Kalispell . . . I take literally, the green stickers on the back of cars . . . Get Lost in Montana, having seen more the state in the last few years, than many lifers have, and digging every beautiful and exciting moment of adventure, high and low, traveling town to town, city to city, loving all of it, for one reason or another, Helena--the Capitol, politics, and the arts, Missoula, the law school and the university, the Break Cafe, and Kalispell and Whitefish area--Flathead Lake, Glacier, the mountains, and it used to be politics, and the Republican Pachyderm Meetings, lectures at FVCC, now Shelby, Great Falls, Bozeman, all less familiar, but dig the same, and love exploring the differences and similarities.  So, John and I hook up, just to cruise, listen to good music, talk and enjoy amazing landscapes, mountains, rivers, pine trees, and just hitting the open road, with little conversation . . . my happy places!

Letter, a Plot to Get Me Out, by Getting DJ Out . . . Didn't Fall For It!

I had my suspicions, as I have dealt with the locals, alleged friends, that they all eventually turn to foes, so my antenna is always up, for fraud detection, and last week, the request for a letter to get DJ out, just seemed either like a revenge or payback, since I wrote them one, and they really did change and for the better, and told me so, but I tried to start the letter three times, and it didn't feel good, kind of using my power as an attorney, to carry out a personal vendetta, and they never mentioned that other apartment residents had complained about DJ, so I refrained from writing, and even thought about getting an apartment in Shelby, until the FBI or CIA, camped out next to me, staking out the restrooms, all night . . . and then the librarian, tried to make it seem like she didn't remember who I was . . . really, she got the idea, after being reminded that I was the one she was so excited to share everything about the Dempsey/Gibbons fight held there in 1923, oh, yeah, let me get that material . . . probably a movie, with my money, in the hands of sister doubles, and their paramours, old lovers of mine, may already be taking my lead, as usual, I am the idea woman, and then they steal, them, and use money they stole, to replace me and come in as the big shots! Exasperating to exhausting!  In my blog, I planned out a whole 4th of July Celebration, using the fight as a draw, with a pow wow, my son's rock band, parades, and showings of the fight on the big screen and more, to vitalize the local economy, and capitalize on the growth in Glacier National Park, record traffic . . . 

John, who was most likely part of the plot, called me time and time again, while I was in Shelby, after I also, learned that the shuttle was not running for the next two weeks, so I decided to go to either Helena or Missoula, to make sure that expungment statutes, were going to be carried by some legislator, for the next session, having worked a bit with the administration at the Poverello Center, where I had stayed before, on several occasions, with the director, very interested in solving the homeless situation, by clearing criminal records, helping the homeless get apartments and jobs, the real problems!  So, taking the path of least resistance, and having a heart interest in Kalispell, it was not a hard sell, for him to offer to come get me . . . a second shot and the planned plot of the week before?  Pissed their stupid, mindless, little plot didn't work, so we are going to amp up the claims of sexual assault and harassment against Shanna, mad that Greg didn't man up and go after DJ for grabbing her ass, and not getting out of her room . . . etc.  So, I finally wrote the letter, and blasted the clown, with stuff his mother and grandmother, and others, have failed to point out . . . my form of tough love . . . apartment politics kicking in, to twist it that I wanted him out, so I could move in, get my hands on John's 401K, he is cashing out!  LOL!

Rigged Toilet Trick . . . Good Lord, I Managed 48 Apartments in Utah, and 48 in Arizona!

So, the day after the letter is shocking the hell out of DJ, and telling him stuff, he should have learned as a kid, with the necessity to state the obvious to him, the revenge tactics from the rat pack, the pod squad, start to either get John kicked out of the apartment, so he cannot be a help to me, to drop into town, with a roof over my head, to the consternation of Jack Strode, head asshole, over the Kalispell area, buttfucking sister, Shelley, and the big boy on the block, LOL!  I rejected him, pleas to marry, just last week travel with him, fuck no, but Shelley has a loose, butt, fudgepacker!  Me, never went off the deep end, sexually, to need to do that, regardless of all your little potions and notions to loosen things up, do what DJ does, do it to yourself!  LOL!  Want revenge, payback, you got it honey!  LOL!  The truth always hurts, unless you don't do stuff that is reprehensible!  Go for it, matches all the shit all over John's house!

So, I wake up at 5:30 a.m., to find, a few logs, shit, in the toilet . . . strange?  As expected, I am going to flush the toilet, as I did, and it of course, as planned, overflowed, towels, and plunger didn't fix it, so I opend the water chamber, to pull the chain to see if that worked, and the rigged toilet, did its thing, and two streams of water, as if faucets, put about an inch of water, on the floor, in about two seconds flat, as planned . . . John and Shanna, who had gone to the store, very unusual to have any of the apartment dwellers out of the place before 11, unless planned, so, that was also, a set up.  But, I was just sitting calmly on the couch, and told John he had to call the manager and get a repair man up . . . this was not a normal toilet gig, so something major was broken . . . John was acting his normal, Mr. Pissed, but not as bad as I would have expected, and later he commented on how calm I was . . . why would I be agitated?  All I did was try to fix the toilet, like any normal person would have done . . . so, he had to be, of course in on it!

I told the property manager, who knew as I did, that water damage can not only damage the one apartment, but also the one below too . . . and sure enough, water was coming through the vents below, but we were in the process of using the shop vac, and sucking up all the water, minimizing the damage, like I had don't, after learning that a water heater that broke in Salt Lake, damaged the apartment below, worst than the one it broke in . . . I am just watching Greg clean, while explaining to the grateful manager, out of state, that there were two streams of water, like circles, around the bowl, and up high, near the water chamber, like nothing I had seen before. I told her what I saw, she thought it might be the wax seal that is around either the bottom of the toilet, or at the place the water chamber connects, with another seal . . . no, there were distinctly, two holes with water gushing out onto the floor, and the neighbor below, happily, only got a small amount of water, and we assured her we were taking care of the problem!  Disaster avoided, the experienced apartment manager, calmly told the roommates what to do, and never missed a beat!

DJ Wants to Go the Rounds on the Letter . . . Live, Breath & Die for Debate and Arguing, Even if it is for John, Coming to his Defense!

Once, my darling daughter, Nicole, who lives in Louden County, the richest county in the USA, and just built a new house, wrote me some political comment, and I blasted her back with a 5 page email, in response . . . she called her big sis, Greta, crying and getting comfort from her, and saying what I had done with her small comment, and hit her with every argument, telling her to fix her ideas and change some of her suppositions, etc.  Greta, just laughed, and said, Nicole, why would you, tickle the bear, so to say, and goad Mom, how lives, breathes and dies to argue!  LOL!  I don't recall that she has ever, in a written form, sent me something I would critique or argue against, all in good fun, and by way of training, possible, future attorneys . . . opposing counsel, and judges, don't handle you with kit gloves!  LOL!  My dad, trained the monster debater and attorney, that I am, law school, just needed to sharpen the knowledge base, and I will create the next generation of attorneys, with oldest daughter, following in her mother's footsteps.  I saw a great show the other night of a father, with four of his five children either attorneys, working with him in his firm, or going to law school, I was jealous!  Only time will tell.

As DJ was countered on every argument, and taken down a notch or two off his high horse, thinking he is John's protector, really . . . he has had the same job for 7 years, a retirement plan he is cashing in, so he can take some time off, due to being fired from Pizza Hut, because of his anger, not doing the job, and has had the apartment that DJ is squatting in, for 5 years, and counting, pays all his bills, Mr. Responsible, so DJ, begged to stop talking, as I kept bringing the focus back to the fact that he was taking over the whole common living space, and he just, simply, needed to be out in three days, since he originally came, under the idea of just allegedly staying for 3 days, that had morphed into three months!  He needed to go . . . the manipulative, aggressive side, turned into the passive, side, the revenge, the make friends, with all the original complainers, who just wanted me to help, with no beef, myself, the allegiances, were being framed, pissing ass, helping, buying food, and gas . . . really, I don't give a rat's ass if DJ lives or dies, let alone, whether his stays in the apartment or not!

The Night Before the Toilet Incident, John Said He Thought DJ Came Home During the Night, and I Said, NO, that was Friends of Greg & Shanna's, But He is the Only One That Makes Sense if the Toilet was Rigged . . . Because he was Getting Kicked OUT!  I Never Plan on Staying!

I told John that I thought the toilet had been sabotaged, and someone may want him out of the apartment--that makes perfect sense to me, because, the last thing that my enemies, be it family, cops, mafia, Mormons, Mitt's boys and girls, whomever, would want, is me having protection.  They have systematically tried to drop me off the planet, so they can take everything I ever had, did, made, created, acquired, etc., having erased me legally, with all but the blog gone, and just a few friend, left, due to bribes, John has been a big factor and safety agent, being close, and working on his stuff for a year and a few months, while he has been back up and a place to crash for me . . . if the toilet had flooded, and ruined the apartment below, with complaints, allegedly by neighbors, over DJ--who is the only one, who would have a motive to get the rest of us kicked out of the apartment, the last thing we would need to be kicked out, would be pricey destruction of property . . . believe me, these people will go to any extent, and they are not playing around, big time money, big stakes, and prison facing them if the cops, ever pull their heads out of their asses, and realize, they have been after the wrong person, the real JoAnn S. Secrist, and helping the fakes, the frauds, the identity thieves . . . simply amazing, unless taken in the context of the cops being involved, only thing that makes sense!

After arguing, reprove be times with sharpness, and then show an increase of love . . . I left for the day, giving DJ a hug and telling him, that he knew he would be happier, than staying on the couch, with a total mess, and bugging the hell out of everyone.  So, the next attempt at getting me either pissed enough to leave, or whatever the plan was, John tells me he can't get the email from his 401k, he was expecting to get the money from, was now wanting him to, probably get a confirmation number, to make sure the company is protected and confirm John's identification, so they didn't send the money to the wrong person . . . of course, the next problem, so I tell him what to do, because he is in such a rush to get the money, and freaking out . . . I volunteer to come home and help him, and try my computer . . . just as I walk up, with John refusing to come pick me up at Walmart, where I happened to be, and he was driving DJ, which didn't seem to fit, with the earlier, cry for help, so something else is up their sleeves . . . good GOD, these dumb fucks, don't give up.  So, the buses, didn't run, voting day, so, I walked from Wally's world to Glenwood Drive . . . just as DJ, with suitcase in hand, and John, are acting like they are in a total hurry, so I tell John, who knew I as coming to help him, ooooopppppsssss, the plot, the plan, foiled again.

I Decide To Check Out of the Nut House, Took All My Stuff, Head to Samaritan House

I go to call the Samaritan House, with two, basically friends, who run the place, who know my story with the cops, and the battery systems, and they just laugh when I come, check me in, both read my blogs, so Cindy and Corky, already know, things are heating up as they always do, and just ask me before disappearing again, for the third time, to fill out a discharge sheet, so they don't become liable if I, especially, end up dead on the outskirts of town!  LOL!  Well, not so funny.  But, before I go over to the Good Sam, I stop by the apartment, having left my phone on John's table, with him calling me twice after midnight, and me warm and cuddly on the couch, watching a movie, not responding, and I go to walk in and get my phone, and the door is locked.  I ring, knock, nothing, no answer . . . DJ got to John, something is up, oh, well, who cares, fruit cakes, that I am just there to help!  I thought I might help John figure out his password, that I was trying to do, last night when, he and DJ booked it out of the apartment, surprised by my presence.

I figured that John would know that I came home specifically to help HIM!  I called him minutes later, and asked him the answers to the two security questions, but DJ was running interference on the Bluetooth, and said, not now, not now, help him tomorrow . . . I thought he was anxious to get the money ASAP?  So, I stopped, and all of the sudden, DJ, comes in asking me what I am doing, why, but doesn't listen, and doesn't get it, and says, that the money is suppose to go straight into John's bank . . . really, the tough crossed my mind, this is bribe money, not a 401k, payback for getting me out of town, keeping me busy, so as to miss meetings, knowing I would chose cruising over meetings, anytime . . . as soon as DJ leaves, the team mates, tag in, Greg and Shanna come in and start thanking me for getting rid of DJ, whatever, glad to help, but it appears that all the roommies, are getting along great, and the messenger is getting set up for some type of fall, or frame, or lies, that I want John's 401K . . . so, I had called the Sam House, but no answer, and after John said, he didn't want to see me back at the apartment, that DJ said, I was lying . . . I didn't even dignify his remarks, just asked for my phone, that was in my purse, and left!

I was in the process of typing John an email, telling him how to get his password, when he told me this shit. Whatever, not good deed goes unpunished . . . as of Sunday, I was John's best friend ever, never cheated him, always did what I said I would do, and always there for him . . . kind of like writing the letter and defending him against DJ, and now, he is siding with a former prison inmate, meth user, deadbeat roommate . . . homegrown roots, go deep in this town, against all logic, reason, and facts, of past behavior.  Good riddance, I am out of this insane asylum!  In reality, DJ, has eyes for the 401k, because he told me he had to stay and protect John against Greg and Shanna, who are going to take his money, once he gets in . . . or am I going to protect him?  No, John is a big boy . . . and helping John get his confirmation number, to be confused with his pay out from enemies, has turned into me, wanting to get my hands of John's money?  I was already gone, washed my hands of these clowns for good, I knew they were agents of the other side, I just wanted to cruise, listen to good music, and have a cheap place to stay, John and crew, drove me completely nuts!  I never thought a shelter would appear to be a step UP!  LOL!

Life is So Very, Interesting . . . Learn to Laugh at Yourself, and You Will Have a Lifetime of Entertainment!

Wild Thing, I Think I Love You, You Make Everything Groovy, But, I Want to Know for Sure . . . Smile.

GAME OF THRONES, FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD . . . GIRL FIGHT--TRUE 5 AGAINST 1 IN BRUTAL BEATING, LEAVING A BRAIN CONCUSSION, EYE DAMAGE, BROKEN RIBS, BLOODIED FACE, COULD HAVE KILLER HER, ALMOST DIED--GIRLS GOT MINIMUM SENTENCE, DUE TO FORGIVENESS AND REQUEST FOR MOST LENIENT SENTENCE, BY THE VICTIM, WHO DIDN'T WANT TO BE VENGEFUL LIKE HER ATTACKERS. DON'T SAY FEMALE POLITICIANS DON'T HAVE A CHALLENGE DEALING WITH SEXIST REMARKS, LIKE, JONI, THE REPUBLICAN CANDIDATE, WAS NOT RIGHT FOR THE STATE, EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS A PRETTY AS TAYLOR SWIFT! LOL! WHILE NOT WANTING MEN TO VOTE FOR OR AGAINST SOMEONE BASED ON LOOKS, WOMEN LONG TO BE TREATED, AS SOMETHING MORE THAN A PRETTY FACE--I HAVE A DREAM, THAT MEN WILL JUDGE A WOMAN ON THE CONTENT OF HER CHARACTER, THE NATURE OF HER THOUGHTS, THE BRILLIANCE OF HER MIND, RATHER THAN THE BEAUTY OF HER FACE OR BODY! LEAKS IN USIS SECURITY SYSTEMS THAT PROTECTS, NONE OTHER THAN HOMELAND SECURITY, WITH HACKERS, UNIDENTIFIED TO THIS POINT, RESEMBLING THE HACKERS FROM CHINA, STEALING AMERICAN BUSINESS TECHNOLOGY SECRETS AND INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, HAD A BREACH THAT LASTED MONTHS, EXPOSING TONS OF EMPLOYEE INFORMATION . . . AND THEY, THE NSA, ARE SPENDING TIME ON ME? LOL! NOW, GOOGLE FIXED THE NAME OF MY BLOG, TALKING ABOUT SMART GIRLS, BUT I STILL HAVE TWO SEPARATE, BUT NOT EQUAL BLOGS, HITS & RESULTS, DIFFER GREATLY ON THE SAME ARTICLES, THE SAME FACE, THE SAME BIO, AND THE SAME CREDENTIALS! WHILE APPEARING TO BE THE SAME, THEY ARE UP TO THE SAME TRICKS, WITH THE SECOND BLOG, STILL COMING UP AS "BAD CON LAW CHICK" BLOG, ON GOOGLE SEARCH, BUT ORIGINAL NAME, NOW, BUT WITH ALL THE HITS, GOING TO MY HACKERS VERSION OF MY BLOG, BUT MAKING IT LOOK IDENTICAL TO THE ORIGINAL BLOG, WITH A FRACTION OF THE HITS/RESULTS, BUT THE WORD, "ASS" , LIGHTENED BEFORE, IS NOW, THE SAME AMOUNT OF BOLD AS THE REST OF THE WORDS, MAKING YOU THINK, THAT IT IS THE SAME, NOT! STILL SENDING, TRAFFIC, HITS, RESULTS AND MONEY TO SECOND ACCOUNT, SET UP WEEKS AFTER THEY SAW HOW BIG THE BLOG GREW! SEVERAL TIMES, GOOGLE OR HACKERS OR NSA, HAVE STOPPED MY BLOG RESULTS, AT RIGHT AROUND THE 2 MILLION MARK, THE NUMBER OF MOST GOOD BLOGGERS; HOWEVER, LAST WEEK, EVEN AFTER THEY, ALLEGEDLY, FIXED IT, AT ONE POINT IN THE DAY, I HAD 16 MILLION HITS, IN 84 SECONDS, THEN LATER IN THE DAY, I HAD ANOTHER 20 MILLION HITS, JUST CHECKED IT TWICE . . . THREE WEEKS AGO, THE HITS/RESULTS WERE UP AROUND 95 MILLION FOR 64 OR SO SECONDS; THEREFORE, THEY ARE TRYING TO MAKE ME THINK, THAT EVEN MORE INTERESTING BLOGS, ARE GETTING FEWER HITS/RESULTS . . . GO BACK TO PROTECTING NATIONAL SECURITY AND WORRY ABOUT THE HOMELAND SECURITY BREACHES, RATHER THAN TAKING THE MONEY FROM MY HITS/RESULTS, SPLITTING THE PROCEEDS WITH GOOGLE!

Girl Fight Movie--Real Facts!

It is really a unique phenomena, hearing the facts of an incident, or the beating of this young woman, back almost 20 years ago, and then, sitting at your Chromebook acer, looking for something to keep you entertained for an hour or so, and seeing the title of a movie, from say back in the 90's, actually when I was busy going to law school, and too busy to watch TV, let alone breath . . . really that is an over exaggeration, with attorneys, wanting you to think that it was so terrible, that they deserve every dime you are charged for their time, having walked through the shadow of death, to go through the grueling three years, then the bar exam, and getting your feet off the ground, illusions of grandeur, anyone who is disciplined, can pull this stunt off . . . I used to go over across the street, the the student center at BYU, the Wilkinson Center, and watch the heady, international theater every week, digging the hell out of the art, the scenery, the stars, every bit as attractive as the American stars, and seeing the different styles of cinematography, film, and art, so what I am saying, is I was busy, probably didn't know what was playing at the local theater, but that was more due to convenience, and the movies at the student center, worked with my schedule, but I do remember hearing about this case, sometime during that part of my life, due to the horrific facts, and the shocking details, as the brazen nature of young teenage girls, who had such vengeance and hatred for this lone girl, that they would beat her almost to death . . . I didn't get it then, but I do now!  It was a little too close to home for me!

Here are the bottom line facts, young junior girl, who has been kind of a nerd, with friends of the same nature, is ready to graduate a year before schedule, has a full ride scholarship, after being accepted to a prestigious college.  It appeared from her parent's comments, that the girl had aspirations to be an attorney, and she comes on the radar screen of the alleged popular girls, is recognized as being very smart, by her senior peers, not out of respect, but for what they can use her for, basically to help them do their homework, or cheat, look on her test, during exam times, etc., when she challenges, I would guess a political science teacher, naming court cases, and outcomes that contradict or have different outcomes, than the holdings or decisions, or the law that the teacher is proposing.  

So these seniors, put her to swift use, inculcating her into their little network of allegedly popular friends, with her dissing her closest friend since childhood, but a fellow nerd, taking her one time chance to hang with the popular girls, the pretty girls, the powerful girls, much to the dismay of her loyal friend, who is shocked at her appearance, within days, her attitudes to guys, and her changing relationship with her parents, who are not only shocked at the smart daughter, but alarmed by the total change in her feelings about school, her adherence to family rules, to traditions of birthday dinners, opting to run with the fast crowd . . . I was part of the fast crowd, the class officers, the cheerleaders, drill team, etc., but by my junior year, that no longer was a draw, and it was in college that  my true nerdy self, started to rear its newly acquired head, preferring the heady, intellectual pursuits, and challenges, long used to the looks game, old school, this was a new game.

True Colors of the Brain, Elitist, Starts to Show, as She Integrates the Group of Girls, Who Vie for the Attention of One Girl, Alexa, Whom She is Fast Becoming a Best Friend to . . . Tells One Girl, She has No Class!

The cream always rises to the top, you can't hold a good woman or girl down, and the food chain of friends, starts to shift, and the smart girl, is favored more and more, by the leader of the gang of girls, and once in the inner circle, the smart chick, makes a sarcastic statement about one of the gang, to the shock and horror of the rest of the girls, who start to question this girls, motives, her place in their society, and her apparent take over a the top friend of the leader, who she consoles and talks out of a suicide attempt, and she is genuinely concerned and is there for the girl, who is living with her grandmother, with a tough background with her own hardcore and raunchy family.  So, on girl, loyal to the gang of girls, checks into all the postings on social media, back when the smart girl, was not in the alleged "in" crowd, and finds a post that states, that this group of girls, are obnoxious . . . and they truly were, mean girls, and that was a fact!

After telling and showing the entire gang, the post and the comment, they are all out for blood, even the leader of the pack, Alexa (Shelley's daughter's name is Alexandera, or Alex, symbolic?  I think so!) and that plot to get in a girl fight, with this newer and younger member, and they are going for the hits on YouTube, so they, all five of the girls, with Alexa, refusing to hit the girl, but very much part of the whole assault, invite her over, and when she comes in the door, they all accost her, accusing her, and she tells them that was months ago, before she was their friend . . . friends?  Sisters?  Really?  Generally, what one dog, or girl, or person, will not do alone, they will, do with a gang, a pack, a crowd, and the fervor escalates, to a feverish pitch, and a brutal attack takes place, so hideous, so out of line, so over the top cruel, that it is shockingly, almost inhuman, beating the girl almost to death, after dragging her, kicking her, punching her, unconscious . . .  to visually see the animalistic attack, brought tears to my eyes, while not physically attacked, every other form of mean girl, girl fight tactics, and whatever, are very much a part of what I have experienced . . . and it is brutal, with men helping, using high tech devices, infiltrators, family, friends, clients, contacts, courts, and local, state, and national battering systems, bloodying me much the same!

The Girls Post the Fight on YouTube, Love It

Caught up in their new celebrity, the girls bask in their, alleged, and short lived glory . . . school, arrests, jail, press interviews, and court.  Eventually, the reality of how very ugly the attacks were, with many refusing to sit by them at school lunch, siding with the victim rather than the gang of mean girls, with jail, inmates, thinking they are the dumbest chicks in the block, for actually filming, recording and posting the fight on YouTube, thinking evidence, evidence, evidence, that their 15 minutes of fame is about the dumbest thing in the world, totally trashing them in the jails, when the girls finally, even shocked that everyone doesn't think they are the coolest . . . social standards of decency start to kick in, parents are alarmed, national press come to give the smart, beaten girls, a voice, and the table are totally turned against the girls, until they are looking at life sentences, and spending their lives in prison without parole, at the worst case scenario.

The victim's parents were rightly beside themselves with rage, hatred, and anger at what the girls had done to their beautiful daughter, that they wanted the maximum penalties, levied against the girls, and refuse to entertain the thoughts of leniency or a plea bargain, with the mother, actress Anne Heche, married to Ellen DeGeneres, and so great in the movie, a real champion fighter for her daughter, much closer to the way I would have reacted, I think, and going for the knockout punch against the girls, so pissed, dad was good too, but not as vitriol, almost forcing the daughter, who was reluctant to testify against the girl gang, afraid they would attack her at school, or on the streets, and one, Alexa, actually confronts her at a hearing, and backs her up against the bathroom stall, making the girl more determined, now, to possibly testify, just as a means of protection from the girl gang of meanies.  Her nerdy friend, forces her to watch the video, that was still on the Internet, and she is upset, she is going to testify, but is concerned that everyone will remember her as the girl who got beat up.  Her true friend assures her that will not happen . . . and it doesn't, people start standing with her, supporting her, and urging her to get them.

Mother Admits, In Court, After Heeding Her Daughter's Wishes, That Her Young Daughter is Wiser Than She, Herself Is . . . Wants Leniency

Minutes before court, or just before going to court, when they have all they need to send the crew of mean girls to prison for life, which, does bother the daughter, from the start, the smart girl, tells her mother, she doesn't want them to be punished that severely, and she most of all, doesn't want to be like them, she wants to go back to the girl she was before the beating, sweet, kind, obedient to her parents, and teachers, always trying to help, kind to her little sister, and very smart, wants nothing to do, with vengeance, retaliation, and making them pay for the rest of their lives, and asks her mother to please, go for the least sentence the court could possibly get.  The mother is still convinced that the girls, need to pay, and they should get the maximum penalties, the court can give.  She goes to court with that attitude, and the girl, is kind of upset that her mother will not listen to her, and she tells her mother than, it was herself that took the beating . . . and the mother reminded her daughter of what they had done to their family, on top of what they did to her, and refuses to budge a bit . . . the way I feel!

At all sentencing, the court, gives the family members of the victim, if not the victim, herself, and opportunity to voice their opinion as to what the court should recommend or rule as the terms of the punishment of the attackers, who by this time, are not the proud, haughty, arrogance group of girls, they had been, before, and they were just a bunch of very scared girls, waiting for their lives to come crashing down on them and end! Heche is the first in the family to get up on the podium or the witness stand, and tell what she things ought to happen, and she sees these girls for what they are, just a group of messed up girls, from hard family lives, and she softens, after telling them what she thinks of their acts of violence against her daughter, and then she speaks of her sweet daughter, who is waiting with baited breath as to what her mother will say, and then she asks the judge for the least sentence that the judge can possibly give, and still see that justice is done . . . the prosecutor, had tried them as adults, rather than in the juvenile system, with many of them nearing the age of 18 or adulthood, amping the sentences up a great amount.

After Mom expresses her feelings at what the girls had done, she softens and she takes the more mature, and loving approach of, what she calls her, wise daughter, and compliments a smart, young girl, who realizes that forgiveness, and moving on with her life, will help her more than seeing the girls punished . . . she is proud of her mother, and relieved that she did as she requested, even thought she really wanted blood!  It was a great movie, so powerful, so moving, so disturbing, and a visual message of how ugly violence is, how petty teenagers, are, especially girls, and how one would about them being obnoxious, led, almost to this girl's death, and possible loss of her eye . . . the thoughts of bullying, school terrors, how grateful I was glad that my kids were out of high school, relatively unscathed, to be brutally attacked with their mother, after those vulnerable years, who would have thought, that an attorney, would be brutalized by her family, for being smart, raising great kids, excelling in her field of study, even saving her own father's buddies from the SEC, and going on to do many things for the citizens of the state and country and for that be attacked!  It is shocking to the senses . . . and even more shocking that the intelligence communities, can't tell the difference between the smart, nice girl, and the gang of mean girls?  Must have dicks!

Men, In This Category, Are the Stupid Ones Who Would Try to Reduce, a Serious Contender and Rival for a Congressional Seat, to Tits & Ass, or Looks!  And the Republican Woman, Joni, Can't Remember the State or Last Name, But, Of Course, She Was Not Flatter, but Offended!

We Need A Concerted Effort To End Bullying!

CELEBRATE, SMILE, INSPIRE: AMERICAN PROFILE . . . LAST WORD ON VOTING--GENERAL RULE: DEMOCRATS WORK FOR MAIN STREET, PROMOTE PROGRAMS THAT BENEFIT, EVERY MAN, WOMAN & CHILD, BEFORE 2010, DEMS PASSED REFORMS IN WALL STREET, STUDENT LOANS, CREDIT CARDS, HEALTH CARE, FAIR PAY, EXPANDED G.I. BILL, REAUTHORIZING CHIP, EXPANDED NATL. CIVILIAN SERVICE CORP., FAIR SENTENCING, 9/11 FIRST REPONDER'S BILL, HATE CRIMES ACT, RATIFIED THE START TREATY WITH RUSSIA, REPEALED "DON'T ASK, DON'T TELL", REVISED THE AUTO INDUSTRY AND STIMULOUS/TAX CUTS--THEN THE REPS TOOK CONTROL OF THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES--GOT THE GOVERNMENT SHUT DOWN!; REPUBLICANS BENEFIT, WALL STREET, BIG BUSINESS--PRO-BUSINESS, TAX CUTS TO THE RICH, AND AN ECONOMIC RECOVERY THAT BENEFITS THE 1%--VOTE AMANDA CURTIS, A MATH TEACHER! MONTANA IS FULL, GO HOME! HERB ALPERT, COUNTRY MUSIC & THE MILITARY--A LASTING TRADITION OF SONGS & MUSIC (AMERICAN PROFILE). PRO-RUSSIAN SEPARATISTS IN UKRAINE HOLD 'SOVEREIGN' VOTE, THE RENEGADE VOTE IS SEEN AS A BREACH OF THE CONSTITUTION AND AGAINST NATIONAL LAW OF THE UKRAINE, BUT AT LEAST A VOTE IS BETTER THAN WAR! FAA ORDERED TO RESTRICT AIR TRAFFIC INTO ST. LOUIS, DURING THE FERGUSON PROTESTS AFTER MICHAEL BROWN WAS SHOT UP TO 9 TIMES, BY A WHITE COP . . . CURTAILING FREE SPEECH, FREEDOM OF ASSEMBLY, AND REDRESSING GOVERNMENT, WHO AUTHORIZED THE COPS TO SHUT DOWN THE TRAFFIC BRINGING IN THE PRESS TO FERGUSON? NOT THERE CALL, AT BEST, THE MAYOR, THE GOVERNOR, OR THE PRESIDENT, WE ARE NOT A POLICE STATE!

America, Americana & Patriotism

American Profile, a weekly insert into most newspapers from around the country, is focusing on the 48th CMA Awards, or the Country Music Awards, and the fact that country music and the military go hand in hand, with many of the big country stars traveling to the places, America has troops, and they seek to entertain the troops, keep their spirits high, through writing songs, that memorialize their acts of valor, stop the pain of a John Dear letter from home, or at least, make a point to the soldier, that their sacrifices are duly noted, and often in the area of love, family, and relationships back home, with difficulties re-entering the normal life, they left behind before being deployed for combat duty, somewhere around the globe.  I was recently talking to some vets, and one was talking about Vietnam, and how, they just cranked up the music, from other genres too, and headed out in their Apache Choppers, to blow the hell out of the enemy, listening to their war music.  When I asked them what war music was, they said, stuff like Born in the U.S.A., Proud to Be an American, and even some anti-war songs from Bob Dylan and Joni Mitchell, or others.

Country music stars, in particularly, have supported the troops and written about them, with many of the musicians themselves having served in the military, personally, so these songs are up close and personal to them, and about some of the feelings, the friends, and the trauma, that was experienced in, lately, Iraq and Afghanistan . . . you will recognize some of the songs, Courtesy of the Red, White & Blue (Angry American, we'll put a boot up your ass, it is the American way!), Where were you when the world stopped turning; If You're Reading This; Arlington, I Drive Your Truck and 8th of November. Thanks first to the troops, and to the musicians, especially the ones who not only entertain, but also served, and those who keep the troops feeling the worth of what they are doing around the world . . . but, thank God, we are not getting our young men and women involved in every civil war around the world, with other parts of the world and countries, more effected than our country, involved and fighting to protect their own borders, what would the world look like without America?  Thanks, one and all for your contributions!

Big Vote Day Coming Close--Outside Money Trying to Buy a Seat on the Montana Supreme Court!  Buyers Beware, Citizens United!

Interestingly enough, one of the hottest races in Montana, this mid-term election, if for a race, that few, but maybe attorneys, generally pay attention to, and that is who will sit on the bench on the Montana Supreme Court, with two seats open, pitting Supreme Court Justice, Mike Wheat, and his challenger, attorney, Lawrence VanDyke, who is getting a shit load of money from conservative pro-business organizations and political action committees from outside the state, while Wheat is being supported by trial lawyers from within the state of Montana; I am a little worried about both, and both cause me some consternation and consideration.  Originally, I was excited to see a constitutional law attorney, on the ballot, but the problem is, he has only been in the state for two years, and comes from Texas, even though, I believe he has some Montana roots.  Was he scoped out, by out of state conservative groups, with the soul intent, of playing on the constitutional leanings of Montanans, a wolf in sheep's clothing, so to say, hand selected to pull the wool, over the eyes of unsuspecting voters, who love the Constitution, and are worried that activist judges, like allegedly, Wheat is being painted to be, even though he strongly sided with Montana to uphold Montana's anti-corruption laws, and limits on campaign contributions . . . could this be a pay back, and the outsiders, are relying on tricky tactics to get a win, 'he is a liberal', when in reality, is voting on the record, appears to be unbiased, for the most part.

Be careful, labels, don't tell the real story . . . read the newspapers, the letters to the editors, and possibly pull up the Montana State Bar Associations, attorney voting on judges, at least, Utah used to have kind of like a monitoring system on judges, with just the state's attorneys, being able to critique the judges, because they are the ones who know them best . . . generally speaking, only a very small percentage of the people, will ever either have cases that go before the court, or will actually attend a court hearing, which this court, tries to make available to all citizens, as they travel around the state holding oral arguments around the state, like the one, I saw, at the University of Montana, sponsored by the law school, arguing the doughnut hole case, involving the city of Whitefish, and the Flathead County, on who would control the zoning laws for the unincorporated area, surrounding the city, held sometime this summer.  All the big cases, go before the Montana Supreme Court, due to the fact that you don't have another appellate court, like the middle court, a court of appeals, so every case that is argued and appealed, goes straight to the Supreme Court, so it is a really big deal who you get on the bench!  You may have to take the lesser of two evils, and look at the entities supporting the candidates, but remember, that Wheat has practiced for 25 or more years, was appointed to the bench, and VanDyke, has only been in the state 2 years!  Loyalty to the state!!!!!!

Ladies, Ladies, Ladies . . . How Many Men Do We Need in Congress, Making Decisions for Our Bodies, Freedoms, Liberties, and Reproduction?  I Would Say, No More . . . 6 Gynaecologists in Congress is Enough, One Doc (R) had 6 Women Pregnant at the Same Time, 1 Wife, 5 Mistresses!

Don't quote me on that last statistic, but that would make sense from what I have learned about the mindset of the moral majority, that is a cover for dastardly deeds, I believe either Bill Maher or Jon Stuart, reported on the make up of the specialists in Congress, docs, who had spent their entire career, with their heads between a woman's legs, and they still don't necessarily vote on the side of female reproductive rights. Whether you ever use contraceptives or have an abortion, there is always that chance, that life will hit you harder than you want, and you may wants some options open, safe procedures, with a woman's perspective, rather than the thoughts of an almost all male Congress, voting members, with absolutely NO experience in that area, and docs don't either!  

That is for sure, one area, I would, say, kind of like Justice Sonya Sotomayor, when she went through the Senate Confirmation hearings, that she would make a better justice on the court, than one more white male! She took heat for that, and was seen as an activist judge, but she was appointed by a conservative, President George W. Bush, not President Obama, and I believe she is right!  You can't have an all white, male, judiciary, that is totally, non-representative, and is biased off the starting block, you need women on the bench, representing areas of the law, that men will never deal with and situations that men will never find themselves in, not matter what their personal and religious beliefs are!  Well, Congress is an area, that is probably, not even as representative as the U.S. Supreme Court, with 9 members, 6 being males!  I am not sure what the make up of the Congress is, house by house, but I know that woman, even with sympathetic and somewhat understanding men, don't even come close, holding hands across the isle, could ever carry a vote on anything to represent female constituents, and sometimes women are their own worst enemies . . . you make up more than 50% of the population, and you continually vote for male candidates!

Think outside the box, and vote a few more qualified women in, and there appear to be a large, relatively speaking, group of good female candidates, many with fathers who were former members of Congress . . . they say, that the best attorneys, or at least law students are the ones who were raised by attorneys, they already know the game, they were raised with those conversations around the kitchen tables, and they may have even clerked for a father while he was running for office, they have seen it up close and personal from a child's perspective, and they are not shying away from the challenge, Just An American Girl, Trying to Make it in Her Daddy's World!  Name title of another country western song, that I love!  Because I am exactly that, the case I took to the U.S. Supreme Court, was a securities case, and my father, a CPA, or a Certified Public Accountant, was investigated by the state SEC or securities division, five different times, and his daughter, not having known that, years later, represented two financial planners, and took on the SEC!

Although, Daddy wanted another daughter, the eldest, I guess a birthright thing, to get the credit, and colluded with my clients, both of which he had associations with, either through the Mormon Church, or other dealings, in the state of Utah.  Nonetheless, I did what I did, whether I got the money or not!  LOL!

'In the Mood" for music?  Herb Alpert, Former Tijuana Brass, Played in Whitefish, Montana . . . Great Philosophy of Life & Music!

Some great quotes, and just a note to musicians, including my son, Elliot, bass guitarist for God's Revolver & Maraloka, who had his music stolen, and a substitute attending the Berkeley School of Music in Boston, where his Mormon aunt Sue, had connections, to substitute in cousin Isaac, aka, Elliot, Mr. Alpert, has some words of advise, and also has some scholarship money available, since the Mormon Mafia, stole my case money and took the fruits of your labor, stopping you, perhaps, Herb, would give you a scholarship and you can transfer, from the music department at the U of U, a great department for sure, but connected to the Rice-Eccles gang, with my client, Jay Rice's, mother, and her husband, a friend of my dad, and your grandfather, whom you should consider an enemy, got an award, several years ago, either for contributing a shit load of money, or she may have been a professor, not sure, but you do know the football field is named after this same group . . . benefactors of your mother's work too!  

Great quotes for life, and for musicians:

• I try to make good music.  If it's fun for me to play it, it will be fun for people to listen to.  I'm doiing what I love.
• Music is my life, I will continue playing until there is not more air left.
• I was given this extraordinary gift when I was 8.  I picked up the trumpet and it changed my life, I wanted other young people to have that opportunity . . . referring to his foundation, called the Herb Alpert Foundation, established in the late 1980's, an organization that gives grants and scholarships to young musicians, mission statement is: to create and/or support the mechanisms and means through which young people can discover, harness and fully develop their unique creative energies and their special talents.
• If I could give one piece of advice to young people today, it would b this: If you are't passionate about what you're doing, don't do it.

Wild Cherry Advice: Play that Funky Music White Boy, Play That Funky Music Til You Die!  Love, Mom

P.S., noting my location, sitting here, McDonald's, after being blocked, from writing this at the Flathead Valley Community College, Resource Center, or Library, Kalispell, Montana, even the librarian, who had set me up an account, tried, after I couldn't log on, and then I went into my guest account, and a student tried to let me in on her student ID, to see if we could beat the Mormon mafia, sister hacker, or Mormon NSA in Utah, but we couldn't, so I have my happy ass, planted at the McDonald's Fast Food, on Idaho Street, Kalispell, Montana!  Just to make sure, you know it is this Mom, and I am writing for Elliot Taylor Secrist, not Shelley, the fraud squad chick and her lazy asshole of a son, Issac!  I would never take the time to fight for a nephew, but, I am damn sure, that Shelley, Sue, Rachel, Kay, and whomever wants to claim they are me and take credit for my children and their accomplishments, are fucking up their own children, who must feel terrible that their own mothers, would rather claim their sister, JoAnn's great kids, and I can't say that I blame them . . . Pain is the Price of FAME!  A quote from American Profile, and so very true, don't we both know it son!  Although, it is Rachel's, mug, or other sisters who got the fame, their apoinis coming, prison, anyone, prison?