KISSED BY FIRE, THE BIG BURN . . . SAVORY-SWEET, SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE, HARDLY! FIGHT WITH UNDERCOVER CIA CHICK, WORKED IN ISRAEL FOR TWO YEARS, TOLD HER THE JEWS WERE NOTHING MORE THAN A PIMPLE ON THE BUTT OF THE UNIVERSE TO ME, AND STOP SLAMMING MY PRESIDENT, I AM PISSED THE DO NOTHING REPUBLICANS ARE IN CONTROL OF THE HOUSE AND THE SENATE--NOW THEY WILL TAKE CREDIT FOR ALL THAT THE OBAMA ADMINISTRATION HAS DONE FOR ECONOMIC RECOVERY, AMONG OTHER THINGS, AND ALL THEY/REPS DID WAS SHUT DOWN THE GOVERNMENT! FRESH LIFE CHURCH, NEW SONG, REMINDED ME THAT JESUS SAVES ALL! EVEN THE JEWS, WHO WERE PERFECTLY FINE ABOUT CRUCIFYING CHRIST AND CURSING THEIR CHILDREN, AND CHILDREN'S CHILDREN--FUCK'EM, THEY DESERVE EVERYTHING THEY GET . . . OKAY, THEN I REMEMBERED THAT I WAS READING A BOOK CALLED, "THEY THOUGHT FOR THEMSELVES", ABOUT TEN AMAZING JEWS, BY SID ROTH, THE STORIES OF 10 JEWS WHO ACCEPTED CHRIST AS THEIR SAVIOR; THEN I FELT, KIND OF BAD, BUT NOT REALLY TOO BAD. A JEWISH LAW FIRM IN SALT LAKE CITY, PLAYED THE STEREOTYPICAL JEWS TO A TEE, AND PARTICIPATED WITH A JUDGE, IN TAKING $20,000 FROM ME, FOR REFERRING TO THE JEWS, AS LETTER OF THE LAW GUYS, THAT LIKED THE 760 RULES OF THE LAW OF MOSES, JOKINGLY, OF COURSE . . . I GOT CONTEMPT OF COURT FOR THAT SMART ASS REMARK, $500 + $2600 CASH WARRANT ONLY, 9 DAYS IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT . . . THE JUDGE, NOR THE JEWS HAD ANY RIGHT BY LAW TO DO ANY OF THIS, SINCE THE CASE WAS UP ON APPEAL! OKAY, SO I AM A BIT BITTER, HELL, YES! THEY STILL THINK THEY ARE THE CHOSEN PEOPLE, BUT THAT WAS IN THE DAY'S OF MOSE, BUT NOT NOW! GET OVER IT! SECOND CHURCH, CROSS-FIRE CHURCH, GOOD MESSAGE ABOUT ACQUIRING WISDOM, GOD WOULD TRIP UP MY DECEITFUL ENEMIES, WITH 5 NEW PEOPLE IN THE ROOM, UNDERCOVER, MAYBE? I THINK THEY FELT GUILTY ABOUT THE SCRIPTURES THAT PASTOR DENNIS READ, AND THEY ALL LEFT!

Recovery From Not Paying Attention to 5th Grade State History Lessons

I stole the first two parts of this title from an article, in the Flathead Beacon, November 5, 2014, page 16, called, 150 Years of Montana . . . In 1864, when Montana was recognized as a new frontier territory, the conflicting currents of western expansionism surged across a landscape glittering with gold, bristling with teepees and mining camps, and populated with outlaws and secessionists.  For those of you, who are new comers to the state of Montana, as I am, well, almost three years ago, and kind of know the history, but not really, this is a great overview of critical events and times in the Treasure States history.  There are articles on Montana's iconic national parks, Yellowstone and Glacier; Kissed by Fire, is the fact that wildfire and Montana have been intertwined for centuries; 100 Years Later, Montana Stands Out As A Champion for Women't Suffrage, although, women and men, in 1916 elected the countries first female congresswoman, and we had a female running for the senate, this year, on the hundred year anniversary, and we, in 2014, couldn't elect a women, are we going backwards . . . The Greatest Generation, World War I and II and the great depression shaped the state; Hell and High Water, is about the flood of 1964, which reigns as one of the worst natural disasters to ever strike the Treasure State; Boom To Bust, from Butte to the Bakken, Montana has a rich history of boomtowns, and each article has milestones in Montana history, at the bottom of the page, taking the reader right up to the current year!

If you ever entertained the thoughts of moving to Montana, or you just want to understand the 4th largest state better, and wanted a great, brief overview, to wet your whistle, for more, this is the week, of the Flathead Beacon, that will give you everything you ever wanted to know, in a nutshell.  It is always more fun to go somewhere you know a little bit about, making it more real, relevant and raw!  One of the really fun things about moving to a new state, is discovering the history, and that makes all the difference, at least to me.  Like they say, if you don't learn from history, you will forever remain a child, so grow up, history, made simple, easy to read and understand, showing the fun nature of the people who settled this place, and it hasn't changed that much.  One of the articles, makes the statement, and I am not sure, if it is one of these historical ones, or the one on early American writer, Steinbeck, who said he loved other states, appreciated them, but with Montana it is love; however, the article writer, complains that he should have stayed more than 60 days . . . but somewhere, it said, that Montana is everything, America used to be!  As a constitutional law attorney, I could not agree more, especially, in the area of sticking to the concepts and principles of the U.S. Constitution, and even rewriting their state constitution, making it more up to date, and fresh in their citizens' minds.

In most states, like Utah, the place I have the most experience with, most attorneys, even, think that the state constitution, is merely a copy of the U.S. Constitution, while there are some parts of the rights sections, the rest it totally different, and applies to local and state government, not the federal government.  This is the third version of the state of Montana Constitution, a viable, living, breathing document, because the people, fucking use it!

Great Breakfast, Ruined By Bad Company

Okay, I could almost live at the Samaritan House, it is like having a wife and husband, all rolled into one . . . nice, warm, clean place, free, at least for a week or two, with great meals.  This morning, I was a bit disappointed, to see cold cereal set out, after getting a wonderful breakfast yesterday, of saucage and gravy over biscuits, the normal Sunday meal, on Sunday mornings, or so I have heard.  But, the girl working, all of the sudden, to this breakfast lover's delight, served up bacon, sausage, eggs, in addition to cereal, for anyone who wanted all of it!  The only trouble was, this chick, comes and sits next to me.  Sorry, I am getting more and more, Montananized, and like my space, because there is so much fucking space in this state, you don't need to learn to share things, like, lakes and mountains, and that attitude comes into the dining room and church too!

So, I know this is the Sabbath, and I should, as most Christians, at least, live my religion, one damn day a week, is that too much to ask?  I say, no, but I didn't count of having her sit down and immediately attacking my President, coming from a totally lame ass, understanding of what has gone of for years, since we have just passed through about 6, and the Democrats, as they traditionally do, favor Main Street, and champion the cause of the middle class, knowing the only time America prospers, is when there is a strong middle class, not favoring the 1%, who do little to consume products, with only 400, making as much money as the other 350 million citizens . . . there is no, way in God's green earth, and in Satan's eternal burning inferno, that that 400 people, or their families could ever equal the buying amounts of the rest of us, make sense?  So, I immediately jumped to President Obama's defense, which is a common thing around these parts of Montana, with the liberals all down around Helena and Missoula, leaving me, to fend for myself and defend the honor of the Democrats, from people, who don't know what in the hell they are talking about!

So, this chick, quickly dropped that one, realizing, that she was going nowhere fast with me, attacking the man, who was dumped on by the previous administration, with Bush, not only trashing the hell out of Main Street, and doing everything in his power to break America, not only with the bailouts, but, with getting us into two fucking wars, simultaneously, with engagements in other countries as well!  As soon as she referred to the Patriot Act, which she didn't even know the name, I unloaded with both sharp shooters, unloading all the fury of a constitutional law attorney, burned by the act, and fighting people who took the same, damn oath that I did, not to argue cases, obey the rules of criminal and civil procedure, not to take money from clients, or argue in court, in front of questionably intelligent judges, I took an oath to do one thing, preserve, defend and protect the U.S. Constitution, and the state constitution of the state I reside in and practice in . . . PERIOD!  She turned to something she knew better, Israel, like I care!

You Need to Spend Two Years In Israel, Like I Did

And she goes on, well, Israel, is socialist style of government, well, it works for them, but . . . hey, I don't give a rat's ass about Israel, I am worried about America.  What in the hell has Israel done for us?  Fucking nothing, yet they want to go fight and have us support them, give them a shit load of money, and side with their insanity, why?  Well the Bible, the Bible . . . you are kidding!  I told her I didn't care what the Bible said either.  The Jews left Israel, 2,000 years ago, and when all the shit happened in Germany, they came back, expecting to just, pick up where they left off, and move in the city, houses, apartments, and get the land back they occupied 2,000 years ago!  Well, the West Bank, Gaza . . . maybe you are not keeping up on the news, that Israel, is going in there and building a ton of houses and apartments.  They will not respect the Palestinians right to be their, and it was fucking Sarah, who started the whole thing with polygamy, giving Hagar, her handmaiden to Abraham, and they kicking her out, when she herself got pregnant, and the damn Mormons and Republicans, want polygamy!  She kind of shut up, when I told her the Jews are not a pimple on the butt of the universe to me!  She tried to say something, and I just told her to read the book, called something like, the Son of an Israeli General, a Jew Living in Palestine.  We just disagree . . . leave it at that, I am not in the mood.

As is normal, my blood, amps up and goes into boiling, rather than calming down, after leaving her.  And I thought back to the scriptures I just read, all four gospels, Matthew, Mark Luke and John, and how, the Jews, set a trap for Jesus, and when they had a chance to let him go, with Caiaphas, stating that there was no crime or sin in this man, and to let him go they refused.  Then being dragged before Pontius Pilot, who's wife had a dream that her husband should have nothing to do with Jesus, an innocent man, and he washed his hands of Jesus' blood and his punishment for being the Son of God!  Then, thinking the Jews, would surely let Christ go, giving them a chance to let, either Barabbas, a known murderer, or Jesus, go, they started chanting, crucify Jesus, let the sins of this be on our heads, and those of our children.  As I walked, the thought came, pretty uncharacteristic of me, fuck'em, they killed my savior, they deserve whatever they are getting.  I don't know if I would say, or apply that to the Holocaust, but, whatever is happening in Israel/Palestine, YES!  We are sick of the fighting, the wars, the bombings, and expecting America to foot the bill!  Go figure!

Church Had a Good Calming Effect On Me, Always

I love the praise and worship team, that rocks it every Sunday, with music that speaks of the majesty, glory, heights, and love of Jesus Christ, generally, bringing me to a soft spot in my heart, and tears in my eyes, with words, reminding me, that he came to save all . . . even the ones who crucified him!  Those words, save all, came on the screen many times, and each time, it was like, yeah, even the Jews, that chose a murderer over the savior of the world!  I know that, but, this chick just pissed the living hell out of me, for some reason.  The only thing that made sense, was she was working undercover, CIA, generally, if they have lived overseas, and she was sent, to make sure that I am who I am suppose to be, the one they, the CIA, FBI, NSA, cops nationwide, and many, many others, want to crucify!  I have had more than my fair share of Judas', and the kiss of betrayal, just this week another!  I can almost smell their stench!  It is palpable!

I walked down to Super One, a locally owned grocery store, to get on the Internet, first stopping at the mall or Red Lion, to make a small correction, on the amendment giving women the right to vote, for some reason, while knowing it was the 19th, I put, the 22nd, and it bothered me all night!  But, when I got to the grocery store, that really has no beef with me, other than it appears to be owned by Mormons, is what I would guess, due to the fact that every time, I go in there, there is some fucking rat that puts out some alarm, or comes and looks at me weird, and does so, from behind walls, doors, etc., letting me know, that something it up . . . this had gone on, since day one, since Mitt boy was running for office.  And this morning, was no, exception!  Usually, I can get on the Internet, without any problem, first sign of trouble, I could not get on.

A Murder In Jail, Seems to Be in the Workings Around Here

Earlier this morning, I read a word, that jumped out at me, like several of the ones last week, tikrit, and Diegel, they were in something I read, not common words, and seemed to contain messages about me writing about the lack of need for the BearCats and MWraps, armored vehicles, signs of the militarization of our police forces, which I hate!  To put it mildly . . . and they hate me, to put it mildly.  But, as I got up, at around 4:00 a.m., and was reading either the Flathead Beacon, or the book on the 10 amazing Jews, I noticed a word that jumped out at me . . . indiegogo . . . kind of down the line of, Diegel, or die jail, telling me, in a language me and my Intel Guy, God, would understand, in die, go, go . . . last night I decided to go to Vegas!  The full interpretation, in conjunction with what has happened this week with my own, personal Judas', I knew, this was not going to go down easy.  

If, I end up in jail, I will die, so I better go . . . seemed to be the longer meaning.  Anyone, that knows anything about the Patriot Act, is the fact that you don't have to have any charges, don't have to break a law, the cops, for any reason, they feel is right, that I am an enemy combatant, or homegrown terrorist, for defending, protecting, and preserving, the same thing they took an oath to do, they feel perfectly justified in arresting me, without a warrant, and jailing or incarcerating me, either in a jail, prison, or detention center, without a hearing, a release date, or for a specified amount of time . . . I hate the fucking Republicans, like Mitch McConnell, who is now the leader of the Senate, who voted, as did Orin Hatch, Utah, and others, like Lindsey Graham, McCain, and even Rand Paul, to allow our government to do this to people, or anything, up to an including death . . . and the numb chuck public, the citizens, WE THE PEOPLE DON'T VOTE THEM OUT OF OFFICE!  Are you kidding me?

Some punk ass kid, or maybe undercover, who ratted me out last time, kept coming an looking at me, he is in the meats department, or was this morning, walked passed me, and I said, a very noticeable, hello, making sure, he knew damn well, I was onto his fucking tricks.  It was not minutes, later, this pimple dick, must have called the cops, because, all of the sudden, some cop, walks in, takes note of where I am sitting, gets coffee and leaves.  I still can't get on the computer, Internet is showing that I am connected, but I can't do anything. After that little, indiegogo, I decided to get up and leave the store, in fear, that the cop, will bring back a few buddies, who are on the payroll of my enemies.  As I walk over to the magazines, I notice, huge words, in block letters, IT'S ON!  Great, here I go again.  I walked in the bathroom, then out the front door, deciding to use one of my small, unnoticeable disguises, but very effective changes . . . amazing what a small change will do!  LOL!

Secret Service At Church, Hearing Devices, Guy, Meets Me With Umbrella . . . The Identifier

Twice in church, there was a direct reference to something I wrote in my blog, last week.  So, I can assume that, A, they are reading my blog, and they probably do, because this is not the first time, and the new, lesson or series of lessons, is Man vs. Himself, a logical next step, to the three situations that threaten man, as of a blog weeks ago, Man vs. God; Man vs. Animal, and Man vs. Nature . . . a nice, religious bent, and Pastor Levi, nailed it today, very effective, about Moses, his self doubts, and God's response to all his complaints, for not being the leader of Israel.  As another member of the Fresh Life team got up, and made reference to a scripture I cited, just this week, store up for yourself treasures in heaven where dust and moths cannot corrupt . . . vely, interesting, Dr. Frankenstein.  They say, imitation is the greatest form of flattery, but plagiarism, should not be allowed, and scanning my blog and having it come out as if someone else's work, is even worse. I know, I don't own that scripture, but, really, just the week I write it, hopefully, scenario B is not happening, with just at that minute, Pastor Levi's Blog, flashed on the screen?

After the service, I reversed my disguise, making just the same small change back, lest my enemies lay in wait for me, just outside the doors.  I walked right passed a few guys, without a hitch.  But, when I went to Cross-Fire, there were several people I have seen around town, but haven't seen in church, with a very small congregation . . . very easily noticed.  One of which, left Kalispell, with me over a year ago, on the free shuttle, the first time I took it from Kalispell to Shelby, having had a conversation with this guy, after he, not only last time, called me by name, before I had ever talked to him, but did so, on one occasion, just a week or so ago, shocking me, equally with the first time he knew my name, and should not have.  Then again, some fucking chick, with four chairs, comes and parks her sorry ass, right next to me, leaving two empty chairs, and she is not moving over to say hello, is acting weird, every time I ask her why she is here, she seemed evasive.  Four other strangers to me, but acting like they were from the new Canvas Church, show up also, with one burly guy sitting behind me, a woman flanking me on the right and across the isle, two back a row, and then the other three new ones . . . what the fuck is up, this has never happened, in the almost two years, I have gone to this church!

The bitch next to me, seemed a bit uneasy, and evasive.  I kept asking her if she knew the substitute singer, standing in for Debbie, the Pastor's wife, she didn't really say, yes, or no, but acted like she was lying.  I asked Dennis, to have all the new people introduce themselves, and they all just kind of sat there, not saying anything, until he urged them on.  Again, I asked the woman, who was totally in my personal space, but close enough to make me think that something deceitful was going down and I was sitting right in the middle of it. Dennis said that he had to leave, between the sermon and the food, Judas?  I told Dennis that I was leaving for Las Vegas, and might stay for 6 months, after Thanksgiving in Utah.  The woman sitting next to me, had a shirt, with Mickey and Minnie Mouse on it . . . did they hear, that I was leaving, and had to get me before I left?  They have a Mormon, double, multiple, baby sister Rachel, that they want to be the show horse, and me the work horse . . . fuck that, let her do the work and she can have the glory! 

Example of Moses--Five Weaknesses, Five Counter Arguments From God--I Want YOU! 

Great set of scriptures from the Book of Proverbs in the Old Testament, about wisdom, or applied knowledge, and it is the Lord, saying that wisdom is worth more than gold and silver, more than rubies and diamonds . . . what they all are most likely getting, or the 30 Drachma's of silver, of Judas, for turning in Christ, in the Garden of Gethsemane . . . man, can I relate to Christ, is so many ways!  Pastor Levi's sermon on Moses, said the game before the game, is as important as the game itself . . . there are not short cuts to success!  Moses had 40 years preparing to be a general in Pharaoh's army, not to mention, being Pharaoh some day.  Then after he killed an Egyptian guard, to help his fellow Israeli's, they turned on him, hello, and said they would turn him in . . . boy don't I know that one, all I have helped, have turned on me, shockingly turned, then he is 40 years in the wilderness, tending sheep!  And after that, he is 40 years in Sinai, leading the wicked children of Israel, in circles, until they are righteous enough to enter the promised land, after Moses is dead! 

Rachel, or the others, never went to undergrad, learned to write, went to law school, then worked in the government, taught at three colleges, wrote manuals, was poisoned, and like Moses tending sheep, was over qualified, but did the grunt work again, and went to the U.S. Supreme Court, on my first case, and had many other cases, that but for the early statewide jobs, the teaching, the respected manuals, still in use, training cops, prosecutors, and judges, I would not have known how to do this case . . . or the others.  Hot Shot Firefighters, do what other's won't, so later they can do what others can't!  Example Levi used, and so true, you can't cheat yourself, into the knowledge, the game before the game, is as important as the game itself . . . you never get a free ride!  Success is when preparation and opportunity meet!  None of these government, family, church, bitches, have paid the price for my success, but I sure as hell have, and do every day!  I don't give a rat's ass, if they think I am too fat, fuck you!  Stealing my identity after you poison me, when I am hands down, any day of the week, prettier, than all your stupid chicks, letting them pretend to be me, for years, and them making me fight to be me, claim my resume, my children, my blog, my manuals, my work, FUCK YOU ALL TO HELL!

Lucretia Mott, Early American Suffragist, Free Thinker

Lucretia, left her religion, and later came to believe that religion did much to hold women and slaves down, including the Bible.  She fought a ton for women's rights, and the rights of the slaves, was very influential and powerful in the movement, credited with the eventual success of women gaining access to vote.  There was this huge convention, dealing with abolishing slavery, helping women get the vote, and maintaining the dignity of the U.S. Constitution, that was considered a Godless document, which many today would agree with, due to the fact that it allows for abortion and gay marriage; therefore, making all men and women, equals before the law, and granting all the privileges of one class, to another class of people, minorities and suspect classes, is wrong, in the eyes of many, so called Christians, and there was a movement to kill it, or add religious amendments, like Sunday, closing laws.

A famous artist, was memorializing the convention, having several of the key players, sit for him, while he painted.  After the picture was done, Lucretia, noticed that her husband's face, and many of the other people who sat for the painting, were easy to discern, however, her face was a blur, and she questioned the artist as to why her face was not included, or was so faint, and light that you could not see it.  He said, as the cheaters, in my life, that place was saved, for some beautiful Christian woman!  So, the woman who fought the fight, got shit for doing so, was going to be replaced in the picture for all time, by a woman, who could not, did not, and never could, do half of what this woman did for humanity, for women, for the slaves and for America!  If, that is not the most fucking pathetic thing that you have ever heard, then you are as disgusting as the men!  I know it is the cops, who love what I do, but not me, and adore Rachel, or Kay or Shelley, one of theirs, for merely claiming to do what I did, they dig the power!  But, if it is me, the one who has kicked their asses, and will every chance, she gets, until they change, they hate the same acts!

The cops, feds, love my children, my produce, but hate the producer?  They hate their bitches children, their own women's produce, and love the producers . . . the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, think about it!  Good, GOD!  Amazing . . .

Actress, Rene Zelwigger's Plastic Surgery

In one of the trash magazines, there is a picture of Rene, with a totally new face . . . and my question is, when the cops, raided my home in St. George, Utah, and they took all my family pictures, so that I don't have them, all my certificates, and whatnot, did they use, these family pictures, not only to put up in my doubles houses, but did they also, restructure their faces to look like me?  My sister Rachel, who is blond, blue eyed, and has a personality, much, like mine, only savory-sweet, spice and everything nice, which you can tell, that I am not, was often, mistaken for my twin, even though, she is 3 to 4 inches taller, her face is much wider than my face, with squint eyes, a Southwick trait, Sue has them too, like Chinese eyes, which I don't have . . . did they, as in Rene's case, change the eyes, and narrow the face?  If so, Rachel would look much more like me than she did!  I thought wigs were the extent of the impersonations, but, none of these women are opposed to plastic surgery, with Utah the plastic surgery capitol of the world!

Back in her 30's, Shelley, got her nose chiseled down like mine.  She had more of Roman nose, much larger, and had it cut, to be more pointed like my nose; later she had boob jobs, duck lips, eye job, face lift, with a scare visible around her ears, and up through her hair, going straight over her ears, liposuction on the butt and the thighs, and who all knows what else.  Rachel too, has had about $50,000, and three surgeries, if not a total face make-over.  I haven't seen either one of them for two years, so very possible.  Sue has a boob job and who knows, and Kay Baby, my second daughter replacement, said, the first time I saw her in 20 years, lifting up her boobs in her hands, these are real!  Like I ever cared if they were real or fake, all the same to me, but the guys might care.  Now, why in the hell would you ever tell someone that, unless you thought they might wonder if they were real, making me think they were not, or she would never have had to say anything?  I don't think Tiff has had anything done, but she is the one to be me, now.  Once the family, went to watch Tiff cheer lead at the University of Colorado, in Greeley, I think, or that might have been where my brother, Richard taught institute for the Mormon Church, but with Rachel's bleached blond hair, huge boobs, and diamonds, they thought that she was Tiffany's mother!  LOL!  Rich bitch!  LOL!

Cops, Why Don't You Ask Tom Ridge, If He is Willing to Let His Little Brother Claim His Work, Education, Experience, or What About, the New FBI Director, or Freech, Brennen . . . they are not all that Good Looking?  I am sure, we could find a better looking movie star than Brett, Frank, Tony, Jack, Michael . . . I Mean, They are All Old NOW!

How Would You Like That Boys?  Probably NOT!

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.