FOXCATER--UNBROKEN . . . MOVIE "The Interview" Spoof On KIM JONG UN, Young Leader of North Korea, Was Actually, Not Such a Bad Movie--Funny Parts, Tender Parts, Assassination Attempt Turned Down--Later Death Brought About Through Own Actions--And Self-Defense of Interviewers! Recommendations for Several Other Good Movies, THE HUNTER and PAIN & GAIN--True Story, Sad to Say! MONTANA LEGISLATURE NEEDS TO IGNORE BOOGIEMAN "CALLS" FOR 10,000 INDIAN WATER RIGHTS! Scare Tactics to Get You to Vote For the Compact in Fear of Doing More Damage By Not Voting for the Compact . . . Threats of Lawsuits Have NO FOUNDATION IN WATER LAW! MONTANA FISH & GAME COMMISSION TO MAINTAIN 12 STREAMS for FISH & WILDLIFE HABITATS. INDIANS NEED TO SIMPLY QUANTIFY ENOUGH WATER FOR THE USE & BENEFIT FOR THE PURPOSES OF THE RESERVATION . . . THEY HAVE SENIOR WATER RIGHTS FROM 1855, BUT MANY HOMESTEADERS HAVE SENIOR WATER RIGHTS OR PRIORITY DATES THAT WERE BEFORE THE VESTING OF RIGHTS, AT THE TIME the United States Established the RESERVATION! VOTE "NO" on WATER COMPACT--WATER COURTS CAN HANDLE WATER ISSUES! GOOD LUCK! COPIED TEXT, RIGHT FROM "THE MONTANA CITIZEN'S GUIDE TO THE COURTS--WATER COURT SECTION--VERY INFORMATIVE! AND I ADDED A SECTION ON INDIAN LAW, BECAUSE, YOU CAN'T MAKE A PROPER DISCISION ON THE WATER COMPACT, UNLESS YOU ALSO HAVE A BASIC UNDERSTANDING OF INIDIAN LAW!

The Interview--Kim Jong Un, North Korea

This morning, at about 1:30 a.m., the Jefferson Line Bus, pulled into the Butte Trailway Station, and the manager here, started us out with a marathon of movies, to keep us entertained.  First we watched The Hunted, with Tommy Lee Jones, one of my favorite actors, and someone whom, I am sure gained a reputation from his stellar performance in the movie The Fugitive, as he hunted and tracked, Harrison Ford, the alleged doctor, who killed his wife, but was actually framed . . . and did this new movie, possibly inspired by the other earlier, Tommy Lee Jones, relentless hunter, ever remind me of two horrifying nights for me last week, while I was in Missoula, being tracked and hunted, roughly, one night, for almost a full 24 hours, wondering, what I might have been framed with, to bring such a concerted effort to catch me?  In The Fugitive, the doctor, played by Harrison, had to outsmart, Jones, and the rest of the U.S. Marshals, and basically prove his own innocence, as I feel that I am doing right now!  This new movie, is about a trained, contracted, mercenary, basically a killing machine, that Tommy Lee Jones trains, who is going on a killing spree, up in the northwest, brutally dissecting his victims, with a knife, using animal traps, and guerilla war tactics, that only Jones, knows how to deal with the mindset of one of his students, that is later, after he kills him, seen, as one of his sons, emphasized by the quote from when God, in the Bible, commands, Abraham to offer his son for a sacrifice, in semblance, of God offering, his only begotten son, Jesus Christ, as a sacrificial offering for the sins of the world . . . but there is a happier ending for Isaac, because an angel stays his father’s hand, and a ram is offered instead, not so with the soldier . . . good flick!  I would recommend it.

The next offering on the menu, was called, Pain & Gain, with Wahlberg, in a real life story, that, even the way it was filmed, almost seemed surreal, funny, and beyond believable, especially, the scene, when Wahlberg, a bodybuilder and several of his beefy friends, the rock, and another guy, try to kill the guy, they long to live his life style, with all his money, riches, mansions, cars, etc.  I think, we can gather from the story, that, it is harder to kill someone, that the movies, make it look.  There are about 3 or 4, terrible attempts, from putting him in a car, to running the car, with explosives into a building, then hitting him with a car, then running him over with a van . . . and beating him, torturing him, before that!  LOL!  I remember, one case in Utah, that was like this--a couple of drifters, a man and woman, come upon a remote farm/ranch operation, in central Utah, and hook up with the couple who owns the place, thinking they could work for awhile, earn some money, and head on down the road.  But the rancher couple, has other plans for the two, and decided to rob them of their belongings, and to dispose of the body, they think if they blow them up, the body parts will disintegrate, and just disappear or evaporate . . . not what happened.  After the explosion, cops found, noses, fingers, arms, and body parts, spread over a fourth of an acre or so, and the parts, started to stink, as decomposed bodies do, and I believe, that is how they caught the couple . . . this was 20 years ago, so, I might have confused the facts, but, that case, made me think of how really hard it is, not only to kill someone, but to get rid of the body!

Wahlberg is the ultimate, follow the gurus, with the motto, Get up off your lazy American ass, and be a can do person . . . he meets with client at the gym he works at, and starts to covet his life, and all that goes with it.  In fact, at one point, he says to the man, that he wants to be everything he is, and he does, what several women have done to me, literally takes your life, trying to eliminate you, in the process, and just like the dude in the movie, I am not as easy to kill, or get rid of as originally thought.  If fact, there is this sign on one of the buses in Missoula, that says, 5 Days and Done, I can just see, the cop controlled, paid staff, who seem easy to find, on any force, that are willing to go after me and get the money, perks, or the prestige of catching me, with the $10,000 bounty, and the alleged papers in 6 states, which is news to me!  But, none the less, in the movie, Ed Harrison, a retired cop, is contacted, as a private investigator, who brings down the ring of three men and one woman, who thinks Wahlberg and crew are CIA, she is foreign . . . the movie is done in such a way, that it seems to be fiction, but fact is always stranger than fiction . . . two of the three, get the death penalty, and the one Christian, who finds sympathy for the hostage, gets 15 years!  Both shows are really good, and worth seeing, as I have said, a thousand times, there are no short cuts to success!

The Interview, Shows, That We Humans Are More Alike Than Different, and Love/Sex is the Universal Language!

As the manager, was scrolling through the movies, he just happened to get a phone call, while going through hundreds of them, on whatever Netflix, or whatever service they have, but he had to leave, while the selection, had The Interview, which surprised me, due to the fact, that the movie seemed to have just come out, among all the controversy.  And I was again, surprised, that Columbia Pictures, not Sony, was the one who produced and released it, but maybe they are a subsidiary of Sony?  The movie was actually better than I had heard, and not as offensive, as I suspected.  There were actually some really funny parts, some stupid too, and some touching parts, that showed, the TV interviewer, Skylark, hanging out with Kim Jong Un, and just talking like two friends, who just met, might, playing basketball, driving a tank, and going after women, partying.  Un gives Skylark a dog, and the two hit is off so well, that Skylark, refuses to poison, Un, like the CIA want him to do, while his other friend, protests, saying that the young leader is just putting up a front, and later, it appears to be that way, when his own top aide, who falls in lust with the other American, that Kim, is a God to the people of North Korea, and if he is assassinated, there will just be another man to take his place, a brother, or someone else in the family, dynasty of three generations.

The thing that cracked me up, is just how American, the two TV producers and interviewers were, up for adventure, friendly, trusting, and questioning of the CIA, easily swayed to believe the image Un was putting forward, and ready to forgive and forget, making a new friend.  I have known guys, like Skylark, and they would totally roll with this scene and dig it too.  The Americans are bumbling, in their attempt to poison the leader, don’t follow the CIA rules, do their own thing, actually poison a security guard, who finds the poison, that is hidden in a bag of Skylark’s choosing, inside a package of gum.  Later the guard, dies, the way, Kim Jong Un, is suppose to die, a gruesome death, complete with vomiting and excreting all bodily fluids, from the dying body . . . not a pretty way to die.  Another thing, I liked about the movie, is the two Americans, become convinced, of Kim’s true nature, from an insider, rather than believing all they hear from the CIA.  And, rather than dying in an assassination attempt, he rather dies, due to his own doing, when he goes after the Americans, trying to blow up the tank, that he and Skylark, earlier test drove together.  So, not as offensive, as originally thought, or planned, but a result of actions, that led to consequences, done in an effort of self-defense . . . which we all agree with.  But, the movie, while corny, was somewhat, more realistic and touching to me, that I thought, even shed a tear, hoping that we can all see, the people of the earth, more like us, than different.  We all want to be respected, loved, have the necessities of life, be able to be self-actualized, and have our children, happy and protected.  I don’t think, humans demand, or most, much more than that, but I am an idealist!

Helping the World Keep Promises--Water Compact, Hellgate Treaty of 1855

Just a reminder . . . rumors, propoganda, threats, lawsuits, are just that, don't believe all you hear, the law is the law, is the law . . . know your rights!

• Powers Forbidden to States: United States Constitution, Article I, Section 10 [3]: No State, without the Consent of Congress . . . enter into an Agreement or Compact with, another State, or with a foreign Power . . .
• Montana Enabling Act: ARTICLE I

COMPACT WITH THE UNITED STATES

All provisions of the enabling act of Congress (approved February 22,1889,25 Stat. 676), as

amended and of Ordinance No. 1, appended to the Constitution of the state of Montana and

approved February 22,1889, including the agreement and declaration that all lands owned or held

by any Indian or Indian tribes shall remain under the absolute jurisdiction and control of the

congress of the United States, continue in full force and effect until revoked by the consent of the

United States and the people of Montana.

• Montana Constitution, Environment and Resource Management, Article IX, Section 3, Water Rights, (3) All surface, underground, flood, and atmospheric water within the boundary of the state and property of the state for use of its people and are subject to appropriation for beneficial uses as provided by law.
• Water Rights Act of 1973
• use water rights: water rights acquired by mainly appropriating and beneficially using water--right is generally the date the water was first put to use
• filed rights: water rights filed with local county clerk and recorder's offices
• decreed water rights: adjudicated in Water Court
• federal and Indian reserved rights: when the U.S. withdraws land from public domain and reserves it for federal purpose, either explicitly or by implication, it reserves appurtenant water, then unappropriated to extent . . . vesting at the date of the reservation, which is superior to future appropriators, reserved in navigable & non-navigable waters (not aboriginal rights)
• Murphy rights: Montana Fish and Game Commission to maintain 12 streams to protect the fish and wildlife habitats
• Water “call”: water rights are exercised in accordance with their order of priority, starting with the earliest (senior) rights and progressing to later (junior) rights, until the water is all appropriated--the earlier the priority date, the better the water right.  When water is in short demand, senior water right holders are entitled to use their water rights first.  They call the water right of a junior appropriator.  Junior right holders, can’t adversely affect senior rights.  However, if senior water right users can reasonably obtain their water even though junior use affects senior’s use in a significant way, seniors can’t demand junior appropriators stop using the water . . . unless, the junior is upstream from seniors.

Boogieman Threats of Indians “Calling” in 10,000 Water Rights Are Unfounded . . . Calls Are For Years When There is Not Enough Water . . . As Long as Indian, if holding Senior Rights, as of Reservation Establishing Dates, Hellgate Treaty of 1855, Have Sufficient Water for the Use and Benefit of the Purposes of the Reservation, Not More, They Have No “Calls”, Don’t Let Threats of Lawsuits Scare You . . . This is Well Established Law!

Vote “NO” on Flathead Water Compact!

The Montana Citizen's Guide to the Courts
WATER COURT

The Montana Water Court has jurisdiction to determine among competing claimants, who has the right to use water in Montana.  There is only the one Water Court, located in Bozeman, where the Chief Water Judge presides.  Under him there are four district water judges, who have their own courts.  there are 12 water masters who are attorneys supervised by the Chief Water Judge.  The masters do the majority of the adjudications work.  Any objections to the findings of a master are referred to the Chief Water Judge or to a district water judge.  

In Montana, to use either surface water or groundwater, a persona is required to have a legal right to do so.  the state Water Use Act of 1973 defines this as a water right.  This does not mean you own the water.  The State of Montana owns all waters in the state.

Water rights in Montana are property rights.  They are protected by the U.S. and Montana constitutions just like any other property right.  water rights have value, and water users cannot be deprived of their property without due process of law.

Not everyone has a legal right to use water in Montana.  the acquisition of water rights is based upon the Priority Appropriation Doctrine in Montana.  the first person to perfect a water right on a source has seniority over the next person and so on.

the water court decides competing claims for water based on the Prior Appropriation Doctrine and the legal sufficiency of a claim.  Water rights can be limited in various ways to allow someone to use only water that he has acquired a right for.

In Montana, a water user need only to put the water to a beneficial use to have a water right.  A beneficial use is a use of water for the benefit of the appropriator, other persons, or the public, including but not limited to agricultural, stock,water, domestic, fish and wildlife, industrial, irrigation, mining, municipal, power, and recreational uses.  You can legally use city water delivered to your faucet because the city holds a water right.  You don't have the right to drill a well in many Montana cities because you don't hold the groundwater rights.

The Water Court follows the same rules and laws of the local district court.  In addition, the Water Cort follows specific rules adopted by the Montana Supreme Court.

Law on Montana's Indian Reservations

Tribal law and jurisdiction is complicated and varies based on:

• Who are the parties to the action (Indian or non-Indian)
• Where the act occurred (within Indian Country, outside of Indian Country, or fee or trust land within Indian Country)
• What type of action is involved ( civil, criminal--again it varies depending on status of the parties and victim)
• Whether the act in question affects a tribe's sovereignty (often balanced against state and federal interests)

In Montana, there are seven Indian reservations; each makes and enforces its own laws subject to any compacts with the state, or with federal laws and regulations.  Tribal law varies based on how the tribal government was established (by treaty or executive order), the provisions of tribal constitutions, and tribal legislative enactments and administrative rules.

Each of the tribes located within Montana has its own tribal courts which operate in a manner similar to what takes place in federal or state district courts--but tribal courts also reflect the unique needs of each tribal culture.

Common areas of controversy between tribes, states, and the federal government include jurisdictional determinations, gaming activities, taxation issues, Indian Child Welfare Act matters, water rights, and hunting/fishing/gathering rights.  A person's ability to determine what forum has jurisdiction to hear a matter regarding tribal people, tribal lands, or tribal rights depends on analyzing a variety of factors.  Since there are virtually no easy rules in federal Indian law--and tribal law varies from tribe to tribe--it is important to understand what legal principles apply to any given situation when evaluating whether a matter may be properly brought in the tribal judicial system.

Hope This Gives Legislators & Other People a Better Understanding of Indian and Water Law!

7 Days of Genius--Clash of the Clans--Power Corrupts . . . Rudy Guiliani's Comments That President Obama is Not One of Us, Doesn't Love America, Could Be the Result of Tribalism--Thick Relations, Based on Shared Memories; Thin Relations Based on Few Shared Memories! Would He Rather, Be With the "Chickenhawk" Politicians, Presidents Bill Clinton and George W. Bush, and Vice Presidents, Dick Cheney and Joe Biden, Who All Gamed the Draft System to Avoid Vietnam? Did They Love America More? Bush/Cheney's Pathological Disengagement From Reality? Is That More To Your View of Patriotism--Or the 110,000 Deaths? Dip, Dunk Delicious--New Computer--Acer Chromebook--#CB3-111, For Those Rogue, Good Guys, Who Monitor, My Blog--This Might Help You Keep the Bad Girl, Hackers Off! LOL! They Were Hot on My Trail--Blocked 4 Network Choices at McDonald's, Kalispell, MT., But the Geeks Rule, After Bitch Squad, Tried to Stop Me From Logging in on MY New Computer; Therefore, Allowing Them to Steal More Than They Already Do! With a Brutal Cyber War, This Morning, Having Three Blog Titles Blocked, Erased, and Down Right Stolen--GOOD STUFF, the Kind of Stuff They Like to Claim As Theirs . . . Hopefully, This New Baby White & Clean Computer Will Keep Them at Bay or Rather Away from Bay--Kay Baby, Used to Live at Half-Moon Bay, California, so I Don't Want Any Connection with Her, or the Rest of the Ditch the Witches Crew! LOL! They Are Going to Have to Fight for a While to Get Access to This Chromebook Champ! The Geek Squad at Best Buy, Where I Just Bought This, Told Me, that Acer Chromebook, is on an Entirely Different System, than Most Computers, Which Makes Me Endlessly Happy Already! It Doesn't Take Much to Make Me Happy . . . a Diet Coke, Freedom, and MY Own Home Entertainment System, Mobile and All--a Warm Bed and Food, That About Covers It!

Happy Days Are Here Again--New Computer ChromeBook!

I am heading to Helena, Montana, the Capital City, to get some face time, dispel any notions of who I am, and what I look like . . . baby sisters, Sue, Rachel, Tiff, or big ass sister, Shelley, are not going to steal my identity, nor have me killed, nor take my blog--and eventually, Google, will get it right, stop allowing access through the multiple, but alleged, one account, that access seems to be provided to about anyone, who pays them enough.  Apple stock is three times Googles, maybe there is something to protecting your account holders, and refusing to let the government and their bitches have access to bloggers, who bring you a hell of a lot of traffic!  Apple is not playing ball with the feds, and they are not pretending to, jump through, cyber due process hoops . . . Google still gives the appearance of protecting their accounts, but in reality, they give total access to the feds, upon request and they are paid to do so, that American greed, works wonders.  The little Lego video, you and your dudes, created, right after you lost the law suit to the feds, NSA, and their cyber spying crew, is a joke to anyone, who knows the process, that is demanded from the 4th amendment, like protection from unreasonable searches and seizures, and only on probable cause, under oath and affirmation, going before a magistrate or judge, for approval, rubber stampers too, listing with particularity or specificity, the persons, places, and things to be searched or seized.

You, Google, go back and forth, pretending to give the account holders some process, but in reality, it is the feds, who get the say, and the account holder, as is the case, with me, is given no notice, of the spying activity . . . my God, I am a constitutional law attorney, and I am on the "to watch list?"  My heart bleeds red, white and blue, 24/7, with total allegiance, to the flag, the country, protecting the President, as long as his actions, are constitutional, and so, what the fuck is up . . . I sue the government, expose their bull shit, and no holes are barred, when I go after them, or their bastards and bitches, NSA, CIA, FBI and the 40 other spy agents, who are constantly on my ass.  During the 2012 elections, my acer computer, only lasted 3 days, before the Mormon Mafia run, CIA and FBI, not to mention the NSA, fried my computer . . . but, my last Google Chromebook, lasted almost a year and a half!  I could not believe it, and it was not for the government, not trying, 24/7 to destroy my work, my blogs, and my life . . . In their, the government, the Mormon Mafia, and the boys, fucking the girls, who are claiming to be me, because, none of them interest me . . . fucked up, little minuscule minds, they, under the Patriot Act, can kill a true patriot and get away with it for the convenience of a group, who is as anti-American, as Hitler, Stalin and Mussolini, their heroes, they want to rule the world, mark my words!

Anyway, this is a bit more stripped down that the other model, because I can't turn on the caps, nor delete, as far as I have figured out yet, without holding down the shift key, or using the backspace key, to go down on the word, from the back, forward!  That sounds dirty, but, I can't see a delete key, which is strange . . . but may distinguish this computer, MY, computer, or book, from Shelley's, Kay's, the hacker bitches, Sue, Rachel and Tiff, or Kelly are not on it 24/7 to steal, correct, so as not to reveal the true writer, or to censor for swear words.  Getting this white computer, made me think of purity, all things are symbolic, and maybe, I should stop swearing so much . . . I never said my first swear word, until I was 28, and pregnant with my fourth child, and my husband, Richard C. Secrist was in Texas, on a planning conference . . . and believe me, if felt good.  I really didn't start, permanently swearing, until I became a constitutional law attorney, and a criminal defense attorney, and had to come up against all the Patriot Act freaks, after being out of commission, for 9 years!  Since that time, swearing is the only relief I get . . . maybe if I can start fucking someone on a regular basis, that might take the edge off a bit!  LOL!  But, for right now, that is the only release I have, so, you will have to bare with me!

But, I will try!  I am going to Helena, to see if I can stop the passage of the rotten water compact, and get some type of expungement statute passed, or record clearing law, so it will help with the homeless problems, can't get jobs, apartments, or even rent a motel room, with a record, stuck forever in Montana!

Fuckers Just Stole the Last Two Hours of Work . . . And Congress Wants to Fund These Assholes!  I Just Wrote About Tribalism, and How That Led to the Developments, That Created a Shift in the Loyalties of My Clients, Hank Brock & Jay Rice, $357M Securities Case, Tied up With Mitt Romney and Crew, Family, CIA, FBI, NSA . . . First Was a Deal, Then a Steal!  Great Explanation on How, What, Why and Who Did It . . . Battle All Day, 6th Time Writing Title . . . Erased the Whole Tribalism, Corruption, Power Trip!  The Great Thing About Having a Near Photographic Memory, Is They Can't Write It In the First Place . . . But I Can Write It Anytime, It's In My Brain, Now if I Could Just Keep Them Off My New Computer!  I am Not Going Into the Deep Internet, Nor the Dark Web . . . They Lurk in the Shadows . . . This Blog is Worth About $1M Per Day . . . I Care About Giving You the Knowledge, They Want the Dough!  FUCK'EM!

YIN--THEY JUST DID IT AGAIN, CAN'T STAND THE LIGHT OF DAY, CAN'T HANDLE THEIR ACTIONS BEING TOLD IN LIVING BREATHING COLOR, UP TO AN INCLUDING, SETTING ME UP, FRAMING ME, TRYING TO KIDNAP AND KILL ME, AND STEALING EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE, CASES, BLOGS, LEGISLATION, WATER COMPACT ANALYSIS, ALL OTHER BRILLIANT CASES, AND WHATEVER THEIR FUCKING, LAME ASS HANDS, CAN STEAL . . . AND THE AMERICAN PUBLIC IS SPENDING AN UNLIMITED AMOUNT OF MONEY, SO THEY CAN TORTURE CITIZENS, CONSTITUTIONAL LAW BAD ASSES LIKE ME! DO YOU REALLY THINK WE ARE GETTING OUR MONEY'S WORTH, AMERICA? CAN'T CATCH THE BOSTON BOMBERS, WHEN RUSSIA TOLD US TO WATCH THEM, TOO BUSY, INTERFERRING WITH MY LIFE, MY LOVES, MY FAMILY, MY LAW PRACTICE, MY WORK, TO DO NATIONAL BUSINESS . . . I AM MUCH MORE INTERESTING THAN THE TERRORISTS . . . NOW, JUST THIS WEEK, WHEN THEY ARE LOOKING AT FUNDING OR DE-FUNDING HOMELAND SECURITY, WE GET THIS LESSER KNOW, TERRORIST GROUP, AL SHABAB, GOING TO BOMB, ON THE HOMELAND . . . A MINNISOTA MALL, TWIN CITIES, IF THAT ISN'T SYMBOLIC, THE TWINS AND THEIR FUCKING ASSHOLES, ARE CREATING BOOGIE MEN, ON OUR OWN SOIL, SO THEY CAN JUSTIFY THEIR OUTLANDISH BUDGETS, ONE ALLEGEDLY $40 BILLION, FOR 260 INJURED AND THREE DEAD, AND THE OTHER, UNLIMITED BUDGET, TO SPY ON ME, AND MAKE THEIR FUCK BITCHES, LOOK LIKE THEY ARE AS SMART AS I AM, NOT BY COMPETING, BUT BY STEALING MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY! WHAT HAGS, AND BASTARDS, THAT ARE USING SEX, RATHER THAN NATIONAL SECURITY TO DETERMINE WHAT THEIR DAY'S WORK WILL BE . . . I WILL LET THEM WRITE, AND THEN I WILL WRITE ON WISCONSIN, GOVERNOR SCOTT WILSON, RUDY GUILIANI, THE PRESS, THE PRESIDENT, ARTICLES AND CONVERSATIONS FROM THE ATLANTIC MAGAZINE, AND THE BOOK, ON COMPROMISES AND ROTTEN COMPROMISES . . . THESE PEOPLE ARE JUST ROTTEN PEOPLE! THIS IS MY THIRD ATTEMPT TO WRITE TODAY!

TIV--YOU GOD DAMN, MOTHER FUCKERS . . . THE NSA, JUST STOLE, MY WHOLE TITLE, AFTER BLOCKING ME FROM WRITING . . . THESE LAME ASS DUMB FUCKS CAN'T WRITE FOR THEMSELVES, BUT THEY SURE AS HELL CAN BLOCK ME, WHEN I TELL THE TRUTH, THAT WHEN YOU STEAL SOMEONE'S IDENTITY AND LAY CLAIM TO THEIR WORK, YOU BETTER BE DAMN SURE THAT THEY HAVE THE SAME POLITICAL PHILOSOPHIES AS YOU DO, AND I HAVE ABOUT A 180 DEGREE DIFFERENT ONE, SO THEY STEAL MY TOPICS, AND THEN TRY TO WRITE THE REPUBLICAN, MORMON, MORON VERSIONS, AND THEY SUCK AT IT . . . DO YOU REALL THINK, I CAN'T REWRITE THIS? I DON'T HAVE TO STEAL; THEREFORE, IT IS ALL STILL IN MY CEREBRAL CORTEX, YOU FUCKS!

WATER COMPACT WARRIOR--RAN ALL NIGHT, WEDNESDAY P.M., THURSDAY A.M., UNTIL I HIT THE SHUTTLE TO KALISPELL, WHERE I HOOKED UP WITH FORMER SENATOR, VERDELL JACKSON, UPDATING ME ON THE COMPACT, THE VOTE, MAKES SENSE--ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING & MURDER THWARTED--CHASED LIKE A FUGATIVE AFTER BEING IN MISSOULA FOR 3 WEEKS, WHAT CHANGED? THE SENATE COMMITTEE ON NATURAL RESOURCE MANAGEMENT WAS VOTING ON THE WATER COMPACT, FRIDAY. ON COMPROMISES AND ROTTEN COMPROMISES . . . A ROTTEN COMPROMISE, IS AN AGREEMENT THAT SHOULD BE AVOIDED, COME WHAT MAY! CONTROLLING DOCUMENTS ARE BEING VIOLATED--U.S. (ART. I, SEC. 10 [3], NO STATE SHALL, WITHOUT THE CONSENT OF CONGRESS . . . ENTER INTO ANY AGREEMENT OR COMPACT WITH ANOTHER STATE, OR WITH A FOREIGN POWER, INDIAN NATION IS A FOREIGN POWER, SOVERIEGN) & MONTANA STATE CONSTITUTIONS, MONTANA LAW, WATER LAW, HELLGATE TREATY OF 1855--IMPLIED WATER RIGHTS FOR THE USE AND BENEFIT OF THE RESERVATION--HUNGRY HORSE, KERR DAM, AND NOW THEY WANT THE FLATHEAD? WHO'S BEHIND THIS? THE FEDS?--STATUTORY INTERPRETATION, PLAIN LANGUAGE, INTENT AND HISTORY, VIOLATES ALL OF THAT TOO. MONTANA WATER COURTS, MOST KNOWLEDGABLE, UNDERSTAND WATER RIGHTS, HAVE HANDLED OVER 200,000 DISPUTES OVER WATER RIGHTS--DON'T FIX WHAT IS NOT BROKEN. GREAT DISCRIPTION OF WATER COURTS, THEIR FUNCTIONS, POWERS, AND WHAT CONSTITUTES A WATER RIGHT, IN MONTANA COURTS, CITIZEN'S GUIDE TO THE COURTS--YOU CAN PICK ONE UP AT ANY LIBRARY, COURT, AND MAYBE EVEN HAVE SOME SHIPPED TO THE LEGISLATURE, FOR AN EDUCATIONAL INSTRUMENT OR TOOL. MONTANANS ARE NOTED FOR THEIR DOWN TO EARTH, COMMON SENSE APPROACH TO LIFE, APPLY THAT TO THE WATER COMPACT--STIR WITH WHAT YOU HAVE, ALL THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE, IS FOR THE TRIBES TO QUANTIFY THEIR WATER FOR USE & BENEFIT SAKE, THE WATER WAS NEVER INTENDED FOR COMMERCIAL SALE AND MONEY MAKING! THE RIGHT TO FISH, IS NOT THE RIGHT TO ALL WATERS, BOTH ON AND OFF THE RESERVATION THAT HAS FISH IN THEM! GET REAL--AS PER STATE CONSTITUTION, SIGNED AND ENABLED AFTER THE HELLGATE TREATY OF 1855, SIGNED INTO LAW, 1889, THE UNITED STATES WHO HAS SOLE JURISDICTION OVER THE INDIANS, STILL GAVE ALL WATER WITHIN THE STATE TO THE CITIZENS, WHICH INCLUDES INDIANS, AND THOSE HOLDING DUEL CITIZENSHIP, THE RIGHT TO ALL WATERS IN THE STATE, SURFACE, GROUND AND SPRING WATER. LEAVE THINGS ALONE! THIS IS A ROTTEN COMPROMISE AND COMPACT! A ROTTEN COMPROMISE IS AN AGREEMENT TO ESTABLISH OR MAINTAIN A REGIME OF CRUELTY AND HUMILIATION--IN SHORT, AN INHUMAN REGIME, IN THE LITERAL SENSE OF INHUMAN, UNFIT FOR HUMANS--TAKING AWAY THE WATER RIGHTS OF 2,000 IRRIGATORS, AND 330,000 MONTANA CITIZENS IN 11 COUNTIES, AFTER CENTURIES OF WATER, THE SUSTAINENCE OF LIFE? HUMAN? FIRST IN TIME, FIRST IN RIGHT, MEANS, SINCE THE HELLGATE TREATY ON 1855 WAS SIGNED, NOT ABORIGINAL TIMES--WARS CHANGE THINGS, INDIANS, CEDED THEIR LANDS, IN EXCHANGE FOR PEACE, SAFETY, MONEY, BUILDINGS, THEIR RESERVATIONS--AND THIS ONE IS FLUSH WITH RICH WATER, RUNNING OFF THE MISSION MOUNTAINS, MEETING THE NEEDS OF CATTLE, FARMS, ANIMALS, AND OTHER NECESSITIES ON THE RESERVATION, ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL AND LUSH! THERE IS ENOUGH WATER FOR EVERYONE, LET THE TRIED AND TRUE WATER COURTS DO THEIR JOB! JUST QUANTIFY--THIS WATER COMPACT, IS BETRAYAL OF HIGH MINDED PRINCIPLES! I AM BEING BLOCKED FROM WRTITING IN THE TEXT OR BEYOND THE TITLE OF MY OWN BLOG, AND WHO DO YOU THINK HAS THE POWER, ACCESS, AND ABILITY TO CONTROL MY BLOG--YOU GOT IT, THE NSA, OR THE NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY AND THEIR ALLIES, THE FEDS, AND WHOMEVER ELSE MIGHT HAVE AN INTEREST IN MONTANA'S WATER? THEY SURE AS HELL DON'T WANT ME GOING INTO DETAIL, SO THIS WILL HAVE TO SUFFICE! VOTE NO--MY RECOMMENDATION, THE BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, THAT STANDS FOR CONSTITUTIONAL LAW CHICK, A MEMBER OF FOUR BAR ASSOCIATIONS, INCLUDING THE UNITED STATE SUPREME COURT BAR! DO THE RIGHT THING--LEGALIZE YOUR FEDERAL AND STATE CONSTITUTIONS, FOLLOW STATE WATER LAW, AND THE HELLGATE TREATY, FULL OF HIGH-MINDED PRINCIPLES, LOOK AT THE BIG PICTURE, THIS WATER COMPACT, IS AS UNCONSTITUTIONAL AS ANYTHING I HAVE SEEN, OTHER THAN THE UTAH COP & PROSECUTOR'S LEGISLATION ON ASSET FORFIETRUE! LOL! SO DEAD IN THE WATER! 1997 LEGISLATIVE SESSION, UTAH! ONCE EDUCATED, THEY DID THE RIGHT THING, AND 27 OTHER STATES, FOLLOWED SUIT! THIS WATER COMPACT, GOES BEYOND WHAT ANY WATER COMPACT IN HISTORY DOES, JUST PLAIN ROTTEN!

"THE BEST SOUP IS SPOILED BY EVEN ONE COCKROACH. IT'S NOT ANY GOOD TO SAY THAT THE SOUP IS DELICIOUS, AND TO IGNORE THE COCKROACH." (MARGALIT) NSA IS PROTECTING THE COPS, FROM MY DAILY BURN, JUST ERASED MY ENTIRE TITLE, THIS IS A SECOND SHOT AT THEM--FIGHTING FIRE WITH FIRE . . . PLAYING WITH THE QUEEN OF HEARTS, KNOWING IT AIN'T REALLY SMART, JOKER IS THE ONLY FOOL THAT WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU! CHARLIE CHAPMAN'S KEYSTONE COPS, RUNNING ALL OVER MISSOULA, LAYING IN WAIT TO POUNCE ON ME--AT THE BUS--QUICK TRIP TO KALISPELL YESTERDAY, BACK IN MISSOULA, OXFORD BAR & GRILL, ST. PATRICK'S MAIN ENTRANCE, CRUISING UP AND DOWN BROADWAY, BOTH COPS & SHERIFFS, PULLING INTO RIVER BRIDGE WALKWAYS, I COULDN'T SEE ALL THE WAY TO MCDONALD'S, BUT THEY WERE AT EVERY PLACE, I FREQUENT! AVISHAI MARGALIT, GUEST LECTURER AND AUTHOR, AT THE U OF MONTANA, PRESIDENTIAL LECTURE SERIES, IN HIS BOOK, ENTITLED, ON COMPROMISE AND ROTTEN COMPROMISES, SAID THAT " A ROTTEN COMPROMISE IS AN AGREEMENT TO ESTABLISH OR MAINTAIN A REGIME OF CRUELTY AND HUMILIATION--IN SHORT, AN INHUMAN REGIME, IN THE LITEREAL SENSE OF INHUMAN, UNFIT FOR HUMANS. BEING FORCED TO AGREE WITH AN INHUMAN REGIME IS NOT A COMPROMISE, AND BY THE VERY SAME ACT NOT A ROTTEN COMPROMISE. . . . A ROTTEN COMPROMISE IS AN AGREEMENT THAT SHOULD BE AVOIDED, COME WHAT MAY." THE AUTHOR AND LECTURER, REFERS TO ISIS, ISRAEL, PALESTINE, RUSSIA, THE UKRAINE, CRIMEA, IN HIS BOOK, HITLER, STALIN AND MUSSOLINI AND THEIR REGIMES . . . HE CALLS CHURCHILL A HERO, NOT A TRAGIC HERO--HE WAS TOO BOISTEROUS AND TOO TRIUMPHANT. HE NEVER LOOKED LIKE SOMEONE CHECKMATED BY FATE; RATHER HE LOOKED LIKE SOMEONE WHO CORNERED FATE." I BELIEVE THE TRAGIC HEROS, THE COPS--INTO SEX, DRUGS & ROCKIN' ROLL, CAN'T MAKE THE SAME CLAIMS, AND THEIR FATE IS BEING SEALED, WITH EACH TRAGIC BURN! ONE BAD APPLE CAN SPOIL THE WHOLE BUNCH--TAKE OUT THE BAD APPLES! YOU HAVE A PROFESSION TO PROTECT, NOT WOMEN! RIGHT IS RIGHT, AND WRONG, IS SIMPLY, JUST WRONG! DO THE RIGHT THING! EVEN IF YOU HATE MY GUTS, THAT ACTUALLY FLATTERS ME, SO DON'T WORRY ABOUT MY FEELINGS! LIKE YOU EVER DID! LOL!

Dumb AND Dumber

 

My cursor starts out, where it should, two spaces below the title; however, when the NSA, joins me, the cursor, jumps up at the same level as the title, so they can, follow my words, and correct, anything that might be offensive to the cops, and their girlz, or the 6 other ME's, what fucking clown ass shit, grow the fuck up!  I cannot use the symbol for--just mistakenly did a typo, symbot . . . yeah, using my blog money, they bot, the NSA!  But, I cannot even use the symbol for "&", if you can believe it!  Holy shit, but oh, well, yesterday, to go under the radar screen, I found a search engine, and now they have so the true hits/results, will be stolen, buried in another blogsite, close to mine, or simply put in the dark web and deep Internet, where about over 153,000,000, starting, daily, back a year ago, February, have gone missing.  Today, the hits or results, on this new, but untainted site for right now, had 13,000,000--thanks to Russian, Girl Band, Pussy Riots, San Fransisco, 49er, QB, and always hit gold, mentioning, my son's bands, Old School Parallax, God's Revolver, Maraloka, and new Delta Force . . . or something like that, not bad results in the last 15 seconds--however, that is the number I had after the third week of the blog, back in October of 2013, with my enemies, redirecting my hits, results, under the government or their access blog, with my name, articles, bio, etc. 

 

This is a rotten compromise, that should not be agreed to, ever . . . that is why I report, LAW ENFORCEMENT actions, to you, and hope that some honest cops, NSA person, CIA, FBI, city cop or sheriff, will actually take down the tragic heroes, before they ruin it for all cops, leaving the people with absolutely no respect for cops, whatsoever . . . and it is not me doing it to you--you are doing it to yourself, I am just exposing, the rotten compromise you are trying to coerce and force me into--give it all up, or jail, incarceration, detention, without charges, hearings, release date, and possible prison forever!  That threat, was delievered to me, by a cop, I didn't know, on the streets of Salt Lake City, Utah, at least three years ago!  My client, whom, they are trying to say, one of the gals, besides me, did the 16 page brief, I wrote that saved, Jeremy Johnson's ass, for being hung by the FTC or Federal Trade Commission!  Honesty, Jeremy, is always the best policy!

 

After watching the cops, trying to anticipate, every possible stop I might make, this morning, while on the streets, I walked in Safeway Grocery Store, not seeing the cops, stop there, because, it is not one of my normal stops, and when I walked in, there was a floor display, with movies on it, and as I looked down, the first one to catch my eye, but with a title, that didn't fail to meet my mind's eye, and so very symbolic of what I watched, again, this morning, me, the tracked, watching the trackers, track me . . . LOL!  I just had to shake my head, when I looked down, and the only movie, that my brilliant brain, caught, sight of, was Dumb and Dumber, as sheriff's squad cars, joined the cop cars, I  had seen all morning!  I just laugh, as I return on the U Dash Campus Bus, just the second, a cop car just casually drives by, marking the trail, because they watch  me 24/7 from satilite!  So, I knew, the games from the the other night, were not over!

 

I didn't get off the bus, as expected, with the destination, of the Oxford Bar & Grill, that I stayed at the other night, until the cops realized it, and sent in undercover or confidential informants, to rat me out to the hired help, who started to whisper and look at me strange, so I left . . . but, I am sure, that the cops, figured I got off the bus, as I was taking a tour of the city, the campus bus, just one of three student owned and operated, bus systems in the country, way awesome, and they do a bang up job!  Before I noticed the cops, whom I was hoping would give up and go handle real crime, I stopped at the Jameson Club and Restaurant, I had read 50 pages in Margalit's book, On Compromise, and was anxious, to SUCK IN all the knowledge I could from this scholarly man, and the club, had an inviting mock front room, with wing-backed leather chairs, much like the two maroon ones, I used to have before, the cops raided my house, and took everything, the day before, I was to argue, my $357M securities case, before the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, in Denver, Kay Baby, lusted after that one, living in Boulder Colorado, dreaming of a case, that would get her to that federal court, so when the boyz club, offered to let her steal my case, taking all the glory and money, for my bribed clients, Henry S. Brock and Jay Rice, with my portion of the case, that was won, on the brief, I had already written, she jumped at the chance, and the CIA Make a Wish Foundation, at JoAnn's expense, granted her dream, with the help of the FBI, who ordered the three judges to cancel oral arguments, when I showed up, after the house raid, with briefs, clothes, law practice and computers, stolen, among about $1.4M worth of property!  And I am the bad guy?  This is not a rotten compromise, but coercion, force, and now threats, and the three year attempt, thinking, I will say, okay, you win, the gals, get to have everything I am, did, created, gave birth to, and nurtured!

FUCK YOU COCKROACHES! 

P.S., Just a funny note, before the NSA, realizes that I am back on, did a surprise, exit, without, the spell check, they already blocked, but I was representing, Michael Shane Clark, one of the defendants, in the Cheek et al v. Garrett et al, Iron County Corruption case, along with the other two, Haylee Cheek and Travis Braun, both of whom have, or all have been bribed, to say, that Shelley, or Rachel, or Kelly Ann Booth, are me, and I had nothing to do with the case . . . in fact, one of Shane's, booty call girls, told me she saw Shelley in court, being ME!  Judge WESTFALL!  The only one who could have had the credibility to allow this to happen, was Westfall, I am fat, and so is Shelley and Kelly, and Rachel is not looking so hot, the last time I saw here . . . but, when Michael G. Westfall, was a family law practitioner, he represented a very wealthy widow, with not children, who he put in a nursing home, and along with her montly living expenses, had a nice little, $2,000 per month payment written out to him!  How is that for repayment, you fucked up liar, jealousy from you and John Walton, the day, I gave you both photo copies of my certificate to the United States Supreme Court Bar?  I think so . . . you are both pathetic excuses for judges, and both liars, that helped that bitch Shelley, waltz in a pretend she was me, along with Kelly, and that other part of the female, dumb, dumber and dumbest, crew of loser chicks, that may be thinner, but hey, they can't hold a candle to me, in the law, and neither can you two!  LOL! 

 

But, back to the cockroach story . . . the cops, packed the courtroom, and surrounded the courthouse, with about 60 cops, cars and trucks, intimidating any friends of the defendant or myself, or members of the public, like Shane's boss, Mike Church or Parish, or some church term, and inside, there were undercover cops, plain clothes cops, and narc cops, packing the side of the courtroom, behind the prosecutors, making the jury, who was seated, notice that there were no supporters, on our side of the pews or benches, behind counsel's table!  Violation of the 6th amendment, right to a public trial!  At the end of the kangaroo court, with short circuit TVs, and prosecutors, the other 4, rewriting jury instructions, as they watched my arguments, and then totally throwing out the Constitution, all the Bill of Rights, and even, LOL, telling the jury, that they could not consider, counsel, or MY arguments, can you believe this shit . . . what the hell, do the judge and the prosecutor think the rights are for, because the prosecutor, after telling the press if I won, they couldn't print it in the newspaper, and when I complained to the judge, that he could not throw the Constitution out, and my arguments, and the prosecutor, said, "Well, if JoAnn, gets to use the Constitution, it is unfair to the STATE!  You dumb bitch!  It is not the state, sitting with its ass in a jail cell or a prison, after 3 narc cops, planted 51 pieces of felony evidence in his house, set him up on controlled buys, and sent a confidential informant, to piss him off, the night after, Haylee, is girl, was stripped searched, had her pizza covered with drugs, by a DRE cop or officer, then a forced cathederization, and her children taken!  She had tested clean for three months on hair folical tests . . . Oh, sorry, Shelley did the case, or was it Kelly?  I think Rachy gets my Brock case, or is that Kay . . . they split up the duties, with 6, still not making up, one of me!  LOL . . .

 

But during closing arguments, after seeing all the cops, glaring down at me from their 6'5" eyes, trying to lord over my 5'7" to 5'7 1/2" frame, as we came in and out of the courtroom, and noticing all the cops, in the gallery or audiance, I said, to the jury, there are so many cockroaches in this courtroom today . . . blah, blah, blah . . . the court was stone silent, until Westfall busted a gut, knowing damn well, there were a shit load of them, and then even my clients, dared break a smile!  So, this all fits, that is the start of all the bull shit, that I am still dealing with today . . . man, I know a lot about MY cases!  I wonder why?  Maybe, because, I am the one who did them!  Do ya think?  LOL!  Go figure, can't agree to your:

Rotten Compromise! 



TERROR TALK--RUSSIAN BAND, PUSSY RIOT'S FIRST AMERICAN SONG, "I CAN'T BREATHE", THE WORDS MICHAEL GARNER SAID, 11 TIMES WHILE NY COPS WERE CHOKING HIM TO DEATH--ISIS/COPS ARE DOING THE SAME TO ME--"I CAN'T BREATHE", FOLLOWING A NIGHT OF A (1) STING OP AT THE POVERELLO PALACE, MISSOULA; (2) BLOCKING MOTEL--FREE REIGN OF CITY; (3) COP SHOWING UP WHILE STAFF INSISTS I WAIT--HAVE TO COMPLY; (4) COPS STOPPING IN TO EVERY PLACE OPEN ALL NIGHT--CALL IF THEY SEE ME; (5) FORCED TO WALK DARK, LONELY, DESOLATE RIVER TRAIL ALL NIGHT--MURDER, RAPE, ASSAULT NOT A WORRY FOR THOSE COPS, HIRED TO SERVE AND PROTECT; (5) K-9 DOG AND TRAINER TRACKING ME; (6) UNDERCOVER, TRYING TO STOP TRIP TO KALISPELL, TO GET OUT OF THE HEAT--YAHOO, ALWAYS SMARTER THEN THEY ARE, FEDS AND ALL! PRESIDENT OBAMA, TOO SMART FOR RUDY GUILIANI--THREE POINTS HE MADE DISTINGUISHING ISIS EXTREMISTS FROM ISLAM, GOES RIGHT OVER THE RUDE'S HEAD, WOULD RATHER HAVE FLAG WAVY BUSH, WHO ALMOST DESTROYED AMERICA, WITH POLICIES, WARS, ECOMONY--GUESS HE LOVES AMERICA, BUT A PRESIDENT WHO FIXES, BUT DOESN'T DO ALL THE REPUBLICAN FLAG WAVY, DOESN'T LOVE AMERICA OR YOU! BULL SHIT TO THE COPS, TO JULIANI, AND KUDOS TO PUSSY RIOT, NOT AFRAID TO TAKE A STAND AGAINST STATE SANCTIONED, POLICE BRUTALITY--IN PENIS WARS! NEW VIDEO, GALS IN COP UNIFORMS, WITH SCENES OF AMERICAN PROTESTS ON THE STREET, WITH PROTESTERS LOOKING DOWN THE MILITARIZED VEHICLES, AND WAR GUNS! GOOD JOB COPS, MAKING THAT WORLD VISION, SO CLEAR--CAN'T FOOL ME, TERRORIZING ME FOR A SOLID, ALMOST 24 HOURS . . . I WILL OVERCOME! LOL! ALWAYS DO, ALWAYS HAVE--COP CHICKS, DON'T GET MY NAME, MY RESUME, MY BLOG, WORTH A MILLION PER DAY, FOR A BILLION HITS/RESULTS, MY CASES, MY CHILDREN, NOR MY GRANDCHILDREN, YOU CAN'T TAKE THE IN-LAWS WHO MIGHT PREFER, SHELLEY, SUE, RACHEL, MARCIE, TIFF, KAY BABY, KELLY AND THE REPUBLICAN CREW OF PUSSIES! I FOR ONE, WON'T PLAY THEIR GAME, BUT WILL EXPOSE THE EXTREME PREJUDICE, AND THE INSIDER, FED, WHO ORCHESTRATED THE NIGHT OF TERROR! THERE MUST BE SOMETHING ABOUT THE NAME GARRETT AND ME--STARTING WITH IRON COUNTY ATTORNEY, SCOTT GARRETT! LOL! UNBROKEN, BOYZ! AND YES, I WAS WITH SAN FRANSISCO 49er, QUARTERBACK, TONY ADAMS, RACHEL, YOU ARE IN CUPPIE LOVE WITH, WAS IN GRAMMER SCHOOL! 7 YEARS, MY JUNIOR! I AM SURE THAT TONY RETIRED BY THEN! LOL! AND SHE DIDN'T HAVE THE BOOB JOBS, BECAUSE, I DON'T THINK MANY WOMEN, BUT SHOW GIRLS IN VEGAS HAD THEM YET! GO NATURAL!

My Girlz, Female Band, Pussy Riots--Taking Up the Cause of Police Brutality, From Our Neighbors in Russia!

These girls, know how to make a political statement, through their music, joining all countries and peoples on the earth, rejecting, decrying, and being horrified at what is happening on American streets, the killing of unarmed citizens--Pussy Riot gals, spent time in the slammer, last time they decided to use their music or fame to make a political statement, against, none other than President Vladimir Putin, and spent, I think, almost two years in prison, until Putin decided to release them as a statement, or to make Russia look better, for the, and I will, in this competitive heart of mine, admit, an amazing event, in Sochi, that improved the world's image of what Russians are like, dig them!

And, for name sake, love the name of the band, we need a pussy riot here in America, chicks hanging with ISIS, and other bloodthirsty males around the globe, who styme peace efforts, they need to pay some price for their aggression, up to their eyeballs, in testostrum, or weak egos, that make them feel the need to bully others to feel manly, and cut off all sex, just like our sisters, in Sparta, or some Greek society, where the men would not stop going to war, so their ladies, sick of not having their husbands and son's live, cut off all sexual relations, until the men, grew a pair, without weapons attached!  Just recently, I heard, that a man's testostrum level can be changed, or lowered, if he hangs out with either his own children, or at least children . . . maybe their is some flow, or protective juice that is eminated, from the man, in some protective fashion, that takes from him and gives to them.  When Christ, was touched on the hem of his garments, by a woman with a blood issue, he felt something leave his body, that made him aware, in the throng of people, that someone had touched him and his body had responded by sending forth some energy.

Use is for good, protection, life, love, serving, not to lord it over people, putting them in fear, of the very ones who should be protecting them . . . Missoula PD, chasing, threatening, intimidating, forcing me to the dark river banks with no light, is really not what a real man, or men, to to women, especially, ones who have done nothing but piss you off, or threatened that fragile male ego!  I am not aware if Police Chief, Mike Brady, or new Sheriff McDermitt, know of the, most likely, federal directives, or perhaps they were given access to the uniforms, of officers, that they were locking down the city, to terrorize me.  Got an issue with me, come talk to me, do it the good old American style, serve me with an information, outlining what my alleged, not framed charges are, and I will come before a jury of my peers, and do things write . . . and for these, Bush Patriot Act boyz, that sends the fear of God through them . . . WE ALL STILL BELIEVE, IN THE CONSTITUTION!  YOU KNOW THAT LITTLE SPEED BUMP, WE CALL THE SUPREME LAW OF THE LAND!  I will match your sorry, chicken shit asses any day in a court, a real court of law, not a stacked court with a trained, monkey, like I got in Utah, who would read my brilliant brief, that put the other side to shame, and the judge's knowledge as well, and said, well, nice brief, on the law . . . but we are starting over!  REALLY?  Not our system of laws, and neither is cop terrorism, on the scale of ISIS!  

Grow up assholes, you can fuck these women till the cows come home, but you don't get to steal who I am, what I am about, and what I write, produce, and breed--DNA tests on children, just too complicated for the state crime labs--but the ACLU did find that they cheat for the cops and prosecutors--NICE, far superior to either your own children, or those of the weaker, women you chose to promote, as ME!  Just not going to happen!  If there are not men out there to help me, perhaps the women with more ballz than the men, like my sisters, in the Pussy Riot Band, who stick up, and are not afraid to stand up for what they believe, will help, and they have . . . buy their record!  They join the ranks of the legends, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchel, my own son's band, God's Revolver & Maraloka, new one, Delta something . . . making political or religious statements, that make us think, reflect, and change!  Always nice to see, hot chicks, dressed as cops, in a mocking fashion, my kind of gals, until this total fucked up violence ends, cop chiefs, sheriffs, and mayors, stop defending this type of extremely Un-American behavior--killing the unarmed!  If the cops ever catch me, and they are determined to do that, thousands of them, cyber space and all, and just one of me, they would ask me what I had on my person, and if I reached in my pocket of my coat, to look, they would shoot me and kill me, leave no witnesses, and claim they thought it was a gun!  Not funny, but real threat now days!

My 24 Hours of Terror on the Streets of Missoula, MT

I don't think this is the kind of press, any city needs, especially, one that I like so much, but exposure to the world is my only tool, that is why they shut me down, steal, change, censor, and erase . . . they can't stand the light of day!  If you have to use cyber threats, going to threats on the street, for first amendment rights, that are nothing but the facts, or the facts as I experience them . . . perhaps you need to change your actions, as shockingly unconstitutional as they are, if fact, down right, CRIMINAL!  Your fucking little, CIA, Monarch game needs to end, right here, right now . . . get your bitches the fuck out of my life, I will trash you until the day you die, or the Constitution, smashes your fucking ugly, criminal faces!  I guess I need to hang out with my grand kids, because, I can match any man's anger, rage, and, they are pushing me to the point of outright violence against them, for lack of law enforcement protection, investigation, and prosecution, the right way, rather than the vigilante ways of the old west, which I am being forced into for lack or any other recourse . . . sue, in the same fucking dirty courts, who are just as corrupt as the prosecutors and the cops who manage them?  I don't think so, trashing you to millions, and millions of people around the world, oh, hell yeah!  And I will not stop until you change!  Or I die . . . I live to take down the Patriot Act, before their boyz take me down . . . I will bet on me, I am on the high road, the familiar path, that people recognize, that is why you chase my in the darkness, because your actions can't withstand the light of day!

Pressure Mounting--New Years Eve, Shootings, Proposed, Purchase of Militarized Vehicle to Go After Rainbow Gathering Peace-Niks, Blogs on Cop Gals, and Exposing Their Lies, Water Compact, Supporting the President, Trash Talking Bush, Mitt Bashing . . . Hey, He Stole, Along with the Help of Republican Utah, Cops, Prosecutors and Judges, Mormon Church, Family, Etc., $118 Million (Plus Millions More for Other Cases) from Me for the 2012 Election Cycle . . . Do You Seriously Think I am Going to Let Either Him or his Groupies, Including the CIA, FBI, NSA, Get Away With It? NOT!

WEDNESDAY NIGHT, BOGUS CENSUS--SPECIAL SELECTION--HERE WE GO!

So, I had been off all day, had written my blog on my experience with pro football player, Tony Adams, whom I am sure was contacted and paid, to say I am "one of the cop gals, sisters, other attorneys and what not" that is a given, and so is the huge number of hits, results, I just pulled up an off brand site, and I had almost 4 million hits here . . . not even Google and Yahoo!  So big time shit, and a ton of money, on an issue, that is rocking college campuses and the military, worldwide.  I know how the draw an audience,  make the subject, real, raw and relevant!  And that story was right on point, and just how strong a young girl, he was 29, I believe and I was 18!  We were not matched fair, on any scale, other than brains, and I had him trumped, then and I am sure now!  Thanks for the memories, at your expense . . . see why men don't like me, sarcasm, wit, humor, at their expense!  LOL!  

Many times, I write, and I know that it is going to be a big hit, with big bucks, for the thieves, and I write them early enough, that there is a good indication, on just how big the blog is going to go, by the time I get back to the Pov, where I have been staying, because in an apartment, with nobody around, I am a sitting duck . . . the pattern for the steal of my work, is I become a known figure, immediately, like on the armored cop vehicle, due to the blog exposure, speaking at the Mayor's Committee on Public Safety and Health, and being quoted in the Missoulian . . . somewhat of a celebrity, but the vulture sisters and their bastard, male counterparts, start to get their talons out, ready for the kill, so they can steal!  They start to bring old people, out of the wood works, like black Garrett, who I met in Great Falls, then he was in Kalispell, and later in Missoula . . . it is a sure bet, that I will eventually end up at a mission or a shelter, because, I can't get an apartment, and they chase me, until I land, exhausting as that sounds, it is even worse to be the person pursued, since the day, I, was sworn in, making me even more credible, that before, to the United States Supreme Court Bar . . . then envy of attorneys, and sisters, alike . . . A FUCKING POWER PLAY!  

STACKING THE DECK, WITH BRIBED, LIARS ON THEIR SIDE--1ST STEP

One of the first things, someone will ask me, when they find out that I am an attorney, and not just any attorney, but a highly trained, and highly honored attorney, not your run of the mill, is what are you doing in a shelter?  And as my story unfolds, so does the credibility, they can see, while maybe not understanding it, they have at least heard or seen someone, have this happen to them.  Word gets around that I am an attorney, and people start to seek my help, which I will give, as long as I am around, or to what extent I can ethically do it, but I help everyone!  Being a creature of habit, the feds, the cops, and my enemies know that, so panic sets in, this might end up in court, and they have already stolen, my professional identity and credits, but side by side, their bitches, even the one that started as an attorney, 15 years before me, ME, as Kay Baby, can't hold a candle to me, in court . . . think my writing is brutal, you haven't seen the TNT in court!  Without fail, the other side's counsel, prosecutors, private attorneys, wilt, when I come in, and bully them, through my briefs, arguments, and in court presence, which I am sure, my fake Mes have studied, but, they might be able to convincece themselves, that they are as good, but you put one of those hags up against me, on my cases, on my water compact arguments, and writings, and I WILL FUCKING EAT THEM, AND THE JUDGE ALIVE . . . judges have been seen shaking when I come in the court room!  No, they will do anything to keep me out of court, out of the view of the legislature, and start the character assassination, even being threatened in a shelter, stacked with undercover cops, staff, and what not!

Let the game begin, and they always do . . . the rumblings.  So, last week, I write about Garrett, troops to the rescue, he was on the chopping block, and I could just see the wheels turning.  Don't give me any of this police shit, that they follow you, that lowers your credibility . . . coming from a cop, I am sure it does! The easy way I rat cops out of a crowd, when they are pretending to be something other than they are, is to write, speak, and tell them about what cops are doing to me . . . true colors start to show!  So, to demonstrate, this principle, let's say, the A--is the world of cops and me, undercover, in blogs, whatever  and B--is the normal world that I am living in with the undercover cop, like family, the community I am in at the time, and the shelter or mission.  Even, the feds, state or local cops, best, are not good enough, to handle criticism of their profession, without giving signs, or starting to get snarly, or start to defend . . . because they are undercover, they can't just come right out and say anything, so pissed, they start the character assassination, the lying, the bringing in the "obedient" girls, the ones they can control . . . and the hatred for me, starts to show, mount, and eventually, comes spilling out, vomiting black spew, all over the city, as it did, Wednesday night and Thursday, until I hit the shuttle to Kalispell!  Tricked the sister/fake attorney crew!  LOL!  

And, my I mention, I am a big time GAME PLAYER, MYSELF, SO BEATING THEM, THRILLS ME LIKE NO OTHER!  I beat them at their own fucking, stupid, inane games, and I dig the hell out of it!  So in a way, it builds, my not so fragile ego, and I can put the 1,200th notch in my belt to their 0!  LOL!  I always win . . . they can only win by cheating!  LOL!  I always take the high road, they the low!  That is why, they can't stand the light of day, can't stand against me in a court of law, and have to terrorize me on the streets of whatever city I land in, for the last 3 fun, but terror filled years!

Red Flag, Red Flag, Red Flag . . . Bogus Census--The Really Funny Thing Is--They Actually Sit Around, Think this Shit Up, and Think I am Going to Believe It!  LOL!

So, Poverello staff, their, what I would call the, strong female voice, and she does a good job . . . maybe a fed, who knows, they pack'em and stack'em, wherever I am, so your guess is a good as mine, who knows for sure, but usually, the proof is in the pudding, because they have to let staff in on the gig, and they have to go along with the cops, but I don't think, these are your normal cops, but, hey, Let's Be Cops!  Generally, these are paid, staff members of the, or lack of a better term, Mormon Mitt Mutts!  You know as you walk along trails, at least in Missioula and other Montana cities, there are these, little machines or objects, along the trail, simple, but they contain, plastic bags, for dog owners, to pick up dogie doo with . . . they are called, Mutt Mitts . . . I just transformed, them and call them Mitt's Mutts!  LOL!  Because they are so full of shit, and stupid, that they are not much better than bags to hold dog shit, and oh, so glad they are provided for dog shit . . . don't like dogs, and their shit, is even worse to step on, while walking on trails, not all of us, in this America, going for a more perfect union, like dogs!  Nor do we like MITT!  LOL!

And for some reason, they believe, the clothes an attorney wears, or the car they got off my money, makes the attorney.  Or they believe that, I am faking being, the real ME, and I am not, I am sitting, after being run out of Missoula, Wednesday and  Thursday, sitting at the computer, at the Super 8 Motel in Kalispell, after riding the bus, and buying a new coat and gloves at Walmart--oh, congratulations, Wally's world is raising employee salaries, for over a million plus, soon--but check my Walmart Money Card, real, right, and vigilant NSA, the good guys, and you can see, a $10 bill, and $40 cash, taken out . . . evidence, evidence, evidence of the non-material girl, sorry Madonna . . . I am not in that rank and file of 80's chicks, like sister, Rachel!  I am a remnant of the first Rainbow children, or the hippies!  LOL!  My clothes don't define me!  I have the ego, that can wear a discounted coat, for $9 and $1 gloves, and not feel threatened in my laywer-hood!  LOL!  I know what I have done, what I can do, and I don't need the attorney trappings!  The gals to, and you all buy it!  Which is pathetic to me!  Perhaps staff thinks, that they are catching the thief, the criminal, the profiteer, but I don't see how, because, I generally, three weeks of the month, don't have a pot to piss in . . . proof's in the pudding . . . the ones with the money are the thieves!  Logic, common sense, and some brains please!  

MOTEL WITH SIGNS--OPEN, VACANCY--DON'T HAVE A ROOM?

I had heard that the motel, just heading toward the Pov, gives special rates to people, who are just waiting to catch a bus; I think the name is something like the Brownie Motel.  I knew there was a sting op, going down and I was leaving, the time, had come, as it always does, in every town, when I start to get a presence and I had also mentioned that I might stay in Missoula, because, simply, I like the town, and it has always been a toss up between, Kalispell, where most of my time has been spent, and my love for politics, and a liberal education, with speakers, and the Presidential Lecture Series, that I am, sadly missing tonight, but that, lecture, may come into play, because, I attend, and then I always comment, making in, even more clear, that I am the attorney, the one with the brain, not that all attorneys have one, but, that I was the person, in fact, that did attend, and the gals have to worry about being grilled on their knowledge, which they don't have, and that looks bad for the other JoAnns, or Joanns . . . claiming to be me!  

Experience counts . . . there is probably not a subject, that I haven't either touched, in my law practice, or working in the government, or teaching argumentation and research, or that I don't have an opinion on . . . I am the human sponge!  I have the God-given gift of, being able to listen to a lecture of any type and fit it into the massive, conceptual framework of my previous experience.  In all the coaching, covering, and schooling, these women are getting, they can't make up for, fill in the gaps for, and teach, what the teacher doesn't know, and that is my personal experiences, with the subject matter!  This comes from the book of life, not from some text book, or store purchased course, or from the cadre of real attorneys, backing up their asses . . . this is unique to me, there is NO, shortcut to success!

So, I advertise for the lecture series in my blog, Wednesday, while I am commenting on the campus rape, my near, or could have been campus rape, with a pro-football player, and what cautions, both male and female students ought to take, in making sure, from both sides, this sad event is not part of the college experience . . . that is one, you don't need to be a success!  So, the writing is on the wall, these fake and bake, women, the CIA assets, are not going to be at the lecture, nor are they going to know anything about the Israeli and Arab Spring, and while I don't know much, as soon as the speaker, fills me in, I will be able to comment are write, with some level of expertise on the subject, or at least give an educated opinion on, it as one who actually, does look at the morning newspaper as my education on a particular subject!  Let's say, I always do my homework, and the spa, pedicures and manicures are not within my purview of an educational experience, but a lecture of this level is . . . I am a head over heels gal, always . . . and I look forward to this lecture!

That being said, I decide, that safety takes precedence over knowledge and my longing to go to this lecture, and I am pissed, but this is not the first time, I have had to forgo, a great educational experience like this.  But, I head out of the Pov, with my stuff, in my purse, can't fit in, throw away, my life is made up of liquid assets, I have to be able to part with anything at any given time, to stay alive.  But, as I come to the door of the chalet, looking motel, across from McDonald's, so that works, and the bus is just down the street, so maybe, I can get aboard without much fuss from the local cops, and their federal counterparts, with bus people in tow too, this is a great spot.  Obviously, they were watching me!  Or, they had one of their, little FBI, boys, put a note on the door, that said, "Be Back in a Moment."  I put on my glasses, makes me look more scholarly, but really so I can read, Sarah Palin, and Rachel Southwick Hickey-Moosman, lol, my flight attendant sis, who is masquarading as an attorney, gotta have the props!  I call the number on the paper.  Sorry, we don't have any rooms  . . . what, you only have 3 vehicles, evidence of the lie, in your parking lot, how can you be full?  We had a bunch of bikers . . . none of those either . . . come in.  Really?  Whatever, so there is either an FBI, interceptor, on the phone, crossing the wires, so the real clerk, can't hear, or they paid the guy to lie, but lie he did . . . and the signs, as I cruised around all hours of the night and early morning, never changed from open and vacancy, to closed and no vacancy!  

I am sure, they were trying to steer me over to the Sleepy Inn, across the street, but suddenly, I thought, to beat the heat, I can just go purchase my ticket tonight, so Wednesday night, I purchased the $30 and a few cents ticket to Kalispell for the next morning . . . my sting op, to prove that I am the real, and got the ticket first, and they will drive the bitch to Kalispell, to follow me, shadow me, because they can have one in Helena, being me at the legislature, water compact, and one in Kalispell at the Republican Pachyderm meeting I always go to . . . one in Utah, being a grandmother!  These fuckers have me covered, coming and going, but I beat them, because, I don't think, judged by the response of the manager, who knows me at the Greyhound, that asked me, if I decided, where I was going, and acted shocked, disappeared for a minute, and looked like she just ate a canary . . . I had called her, the day before and inquired about Ketchem Idaho, or Kelloge as a possible destination, to get out of a heating up town, to throw her off my trail!  She acts like a cop too, so misinformation, is what I gave her  . . . then the machine starts churning, the set up, the sting op to get me, before I get on the bus, to cover the asses of the fake bitches, fast!

LATE FOR THE SLEEPY INN STING--COPS, AMBULANCE COVER

I didn't take long getting my ticket, but long enough . . . as I started back to the Pov, either to walk on by, checking out the scene, or to spend the night on the streets, which I have done, many, many times before, I see an ambulance, crossing in front of me, no lights, no siren, and appearing to have no emergency, as I rounded the corner, onto Broadway, I notice, cop lights flashing in the Sleepy Inn parking lot, but no action, whatsoever?  So, who did they think, might be staying here tonight.  The obvious, tactic, for bumping me out of the Brownie, was to drive me, across the street to the other motel, but I wasn't there.  I watched as I passed, and there was sure as hell, nothing exciting or even meriting a visit from either . . . were they going to let me check in, and come shoot me with a drug and take the body out, after, or kill me, and get rid of the evidence, a scary thought, but right down the line of these fuckers, where, either I let Rachel, the 44DDD dumb bitch be me, or I am either dead or in jail, that appeared to be the goal, and has been since they falsely incarcerated me, in Grand County Jail, and stole the Levin v. Levin case!

Cop, games, games, games  . . . so, I am totally, on guard that something is up, but I figure, that by this time, the specially invited people, that I just some how, knew out of the 168 people in the shelter, that I would be one on the list of 10, and as I walk back, slowly, having to be in by 10 p.m., or lose my bed, being thinking, that a bed is nicer than the streets, and cheaper than a motel, that I will make it just in time for bed, and they, the staff, would have found a substitute, but if it was a sting, which the census, only comes out every 10 fucking years, so a stupid, idea, in the first place, and census gatherers, can't bother citizens, after 6:00 p.m., and I was sure that last summer, census gatherers, were taking questionaires to post offices and such, so it was already done, that this was a sting . . . do, ya think?  But, on the way home, I noticed, cops, running into convenience stores, gas stations, and probably any place that stayed open all night, again with the watched, watching the watchers, giving me notice, on exactly which stores I wanted to avoid that night on terror!  LOL!  

PISSED OFF STAFF CHICK--RED FACE, BUT TRYING TO BE CALM

I am like the perfect, shelter, mission person, grateful, happy all the time, helpful, always doing what is expected, and making the other residents, generally, feel, welcome, and make things run smoother.  So, I am a hard one to get mad at, because, this was, like this last minute thing, and I had not notice, that I was required to be at the Pov. or stay at the Pov. and in fact, that census, was the very reason, I was leaving, I had out worn, my stay, even as the best resident they have.  If the census was for real, I could see, that they would want, someone like me, and attorney, clean dressed, make-up and smart, shining as an example of what type of people frequent the Poverello Palace, rather than the human bean bags, and blobs, who a job is a dirty word to, and so is moving all day!  Generally, the residents, are clean, pretty cool, and every once in a while you get someone like me, an attorney, a NASA scientist, who took on the government, or a James Kennedy, or Paul McCartney, when he is  performing in town!  But, I am a good show piece for the homeless crowd, but for the cop dicks, Rachel!  Heels before Head, always, boobs, before brain and face!  They don't ever see her face!  LOL!  

The fucking cops, fail to realize, that I know these hags, they are my sisters, and former friends; I know their marriages, their stories, their educations and their experience, prior to the boyz clubs, trying to make them smarter, than they can ever be!  LOL!  I am not impressed, nor do I ever want my name associated with any of their lives . . . you don't take inferior, and think superior is going to be happy with that, this is not, like a movie, where the real person, can't pull of what is being expected, a court appearance, a lecture, a hearing at the legislature . . . they may think that she is a better, rendition of me, until she opens her stupid mouth, and then, they are happy with Cracker Jack's female favorite, but I am FURIOUS!  No one plays me better, than ME!  Never gave permission!  Not a female fucking CIA asset, who can be me, not smart enough!  Not even Kay Baby, Brett's squeeze, after I dumped him!   You boys, may not know her like I do, but she had two high school boyfriends, David DaBell, and Bart Weed, and both of them dumped her, to marry other women, after their Mo Missions!  She didn't date, and was a virgin at 28, not because of her value system, just lack of opportunity . . . in high school, me and a friend, had a contest to see who could date the most guys from different schools, when I hit 8 without drying, and really liked, my main squeeze, Larry Wall, best, I stopped trying!  LOL.  Rachel had Brad Freckleton, and tried to get Taz Murry, but failed . . . I mean, do you really, think for one fucking second, that I am jealous . . . the best thing about them and you, is ME!  LOL!  This shit exhausts me, I guess the boyz club, thinks they will wear me down, and I will just acquiece to their dumb ass shit, so the gals and their cop allies, get my work and money!  You don't get to claim my name.  Oh, if anyone, is checking, Kay Baby kissed one of her law professors at BYU, and he got discharged, I think?  She graduated, in the late 70's, or early 80's, attended, BYU, and University of Utah, I think, for both, undergrad and law school, after the kissing incident . . . I know everything about these fucking bitches and not from surveillance!  Just jealous! 

Just to fill you in, Shelley had about one boyfriend, and Sue, dated a cross dresser, wearing his mother's high heels . . . Oh, I am so jealous, I could have any boy in any high school!  Always got the stars, kind of like Larry, Tony Adams, James Kennedy . . . my level, rock stars in their field, and all the others, I think are at that level, but can't say!  LOL!  Like is attracted to like, and you can't take away, quantum physics, star attracts star, you can't fake this stuff!  It was there when I was in high school, college and beyond, even fat now!  LOL!  Quality, finds quality!  The rest of you, long for it!  Sorry, you are not, subbing me out for inferior, less female products or assets, they are trying to be me, not me them.  That should say something to you . . .?  But you are probably not smart enough to see it, just like Rudy and the Prez. just goes over his head, and the Rude misses it!

 Pov. Player, Makes Me Wait, Cop Shows Up . . . I Ditch Out!

I am nobodies fool, and I see, that she is trying to rescue the sting op.  So, Katie, or whatever in the hell, her name is, I am not a Poverello Groupie, like many, I have a life, just sleep, and eat there, sometimes . . . but, she sees me come in, and says, "Did you hear what I said during announcements?"  I respond, about the census, yeah, but I had things I had to get done, and you have plenty of other choices for special persons.  I told her I was checking out, tomorrow, and going back to Kalispell, and she got even redder in the face.  Well, the census woman, is just finishing off with the last person, and she needs one more person, to talk to . . . I told her to get the guy on the floor, someone who is going to be around for awhile, I was leaving.  She insisted, and I went along with it.  Another fed, was mopping the floor, and he said, there is a cop out there.  Another red flag, this is not a good situation, sleeping on the streets or not, I am out of here . . . plus, I had seen Katie and some other, fed looking guy, go out the back door, and never come in!

I grabbed my purse, my only belonging and calmly, walked into the foyer, with the staff talking to a guy, thank God, some of these people are so needy, to distract the dude, who never came in the front door, but must have come in the front door, to go unnnoticed, for the sting, with the female cop, getting instructions at the front desk, with her cop car, still on, I just walked out the front door, passed them all, and off into the night.  Two seconds later, I hear and see a cop car, screaming down the street!  LOL!  New games!  Sting op, and arrest, or whatever didn't work . . . framed?  I had been there 3 fucking weeks, so what is the rush all of the sudden?  Now, they know I am leaving, but the sting op was before they knew . . . they must be feeling threatened, that my true identity, as an attorney, is inevitable, and the homeless chick gig is getting over . . . I had called on an apartment, in hopes that I could get one!  They do this to me on jobs too, so they were keeping me in this state, not me!  I am a workaholic, big time!

Witch Hunt Starts Spreading to the Community

Now, I don't know what changed in the last three weeks, promise, I am not committing crimes in my sleep, but Utah, used to be able to come up with bogus warrants, when I hadn't been in the state for 6 fucking months, Montana, seems to be wanting to emulate, the dumb asses, and cousins, of  Mormons in Utah, just as stupid, was hoping for better, but not tonight.  A cops is cruising through the hospital, where I have stayed and used the computers, when homeless or chased in the past . . . this is not the first time for Missoula, or any of the Montana towns, Mormons are everywhere, just a little bit more stealth in Montana, because, other Christians, either don't think they are Christians, and don't really like them anyway!  A bit more of an even playing field up here.  But, cops, going and coming along Broadway, and checking out other arteries that lead to places I have frequented.  I make it through alleys, and back dark streets, over to Higgins, where the Oxford Bar & Grill are . . . I have chilled there, on several occasions when out all night, a local college hang-out and old hippie bar, although the cowboys were playing cards, but just sat at the counter, getting breakfast, reading the Atlantic Magazine!  For hours, safe and unbothered, but I did notice, some guy who looked like he was from the shelter, they can have 168 spies on the streets, using those who see me at the shelter . . . he was on the phone, and talking to the waitress and cook, not a good sign, so in my normal fashion, when the heat appears to be on, leave!

I started down the street, and college kids were all over the place, nice, three bar entrances, as I headed towards, Red's Bar & Sports Club, that I had heard was open all night.  But, I see, Badlander, and the sign said, no cover, so I went in, and who do I almost run straight into, another Poverello staff member and his girlfriend . . . he is about 7 feet tall, so I was sure, he might not see me, as I slide past him, but he is probably assigned to that spot, to rat me out, but, he was with a girl, drinking and went up to do Karioki, so I thought, he might just have the night off, so once out of the bathroom, in this, not crowded place, that I had gone, last summer to hear a poetry reading, I pulled up my hoodie, over my Poverello baseball hat, and put on my glasses, and the room was very dark, watched him perform, dance, and slid out the door, to try Red's across the street . . . feds might have gotten to chick at the bar, because, I have heard, always that is 24/7!  They are going around the town, eliminating all safe places, warmth, and comfort, so they can drive me to the streets, with the murderers, them, and the rapists, them and the jailers, them!  While in Bozeman, with the cowboy cops after me last summer, I discovered the Pita Pit, sandwich shop was open til 3:00 a.m. and while in the bathroom at Red's, I saw a stall door advertisement for Pita Pit . . . warm for another hour!   

I write in my blogs, where I go, so the cops have a heads up, they still can't beat me!  LOL, even when I tell them all my hang outs, but they remembered, or so it seemed, because, as soon as I came in around 1:55 a.m., in the morning, the guy, started darting out of sight, and conversing with another employee, and then some chick came in too . . . they all walked in the back room, so I ditched out, down to Caras Park, all dark and deserted, or I hoped, it was dark and deserted . . . didn't need to be forced into the hands of a serial killer . . . but, hey, I am the worst alleged criminal the cops know, they are more afraid of me, and me them, than I am of any murderer or rapist, I haven't had them chase me, and they can't legitimately lock me up, or jail me, and now days, kill me, saying I reached in my purse, and they thought it was a gun!   I used to live, down, almost on the Clark River, near the bridge going over to the college, so this was, I am sure, more familiar territory, to me, than to the cops, and they couldn't get their in their vehicles, and I was thinking of, going over to Tony Osthemeier's house, where I rented in Missoula, last summer . . . I am sure that Tony, a Mormon, told the interviewers trying to decide if I was Shelley or Shelley was me, that Shelley, whom I think he was fucking, after he set up the ariel surveillance buys in the sky, with me, and then subbed me for Shelley, to carry out the switch!  But right as I was heading towards Tony's, I saw a guy out walking around, and then noticed, none other than a Pita Pit driver, going on this very untraveled road to Tony's, doing an alleged delivery!  Headed across the River, to safer, but less familiar ground, but hey, a girls gotta do what a girls, got to do!  Right?  No matter how dangerous and dark it was, and the potential for real and present danger, but hey, let's not bother the cops, who are to serve and protect, about that small stuff, they have pussy, perks and power to get, and I am in the way!  By this time, I am fucking freezing, with only a hoodie on!

The Casino, Shakerspeare, and the Newspaper--And a Few Cops!

I am shaking with cold, and just got a scare, thinking someone was standing on the other side of this cement pillar, while I was resting and trying to get protected and warm, near the bridge . . . who's there?  No response, freaking out, as much as this slow to respond person it, new for me, because I generally don't think of murders, rapists, and muggers, too worried about the cops!  LOL!  Being curious, I checked, a bit, frightened, and saw that it was a bush, I think?  Not a backpack, like it looked like . . . perhaps it was the K-9 cop?  Whatever, but, just as I am thinking to myself, that I am going to cross over the bridge and go to the casino, next to the Pov., and get warm, I am a wimp, when it comes to being cold, don't like it!  But, a sign up on the hill, said, Casino!  And as I leave the bridge, I notice a long set of metal stairs, leading up to a section of town, that I have seen while riding a bus around town, so, I climb the stairs . . . most likely the structure, that took the search dog, after me, that I don't know about yet, off the trail or my scent!

As I climb, I see the word, Shakespeare, a name about as dear to me, as the name, Kennedy, in general, so I am happily, climbing, to what is appearing to be a cool old book store, next to some antique toy stores . . . way cool, and I start to read all the titles of the books, and just enjoy the sight, of a book store, that is not a box store, with some quaint, nooks and crannies.  Suddenly, I notice, car lights, down the street, right on me, and get a bit panicked, as the I try to ignore it and act like I am doing what every normal person does, window shopping at 2:00 a.m., but he has a weird blue, light, coming from the vehicle that is heading down the street, and driving slowly past me, and he starts going down this hill, on a side dirt road, next to the stairs and disappears, creeping me out!  I go for the casino, for cover, and notice, low and behold, there is a newspaper, I can sit and read, while I relax, until morning, not stealing it, but borrowing it . . . cop lights go by, then it looked, like two cop cars, with lights on, but no siren . . . fucker, with the blue lights must have called on me, the window shopper!  But, there is this log, entrance, and I am just seconds, before the cops come, sitting on the ground, or on a bag of rock salt, for a chair, and trying to read the newspaper.  The cops don't seem to know where I had gone to, and the lights disappeared!  Did the cops, contact newspaper delivery people, and tell them to watch for me, not a good sign, headed back down the stairs to safety, or so I  thought!

THE SKATE PARK, THE K-9 COP & TRAINER, 4:00 A.M.

Thinking, I still have a few hours before, joggers and walkers, pepper the trails, by the River, I am just doing what my father, refers to, as kicking clods, or killing time, but in this instance, right now, I am kicking real, clods, the cops . . . but, I notice, a large, bubble of cement, sticking out from behind, the Boone & Crocket Club, property and building, really cool, with big game, and a bronze of a grizzly, and some nice places to sit, and contemplate the trails and beauty of Montana . . . maybe, I was just coming out of a clearing, and notice, this cement, structure, and I think it is a skate park, which are near and dear to me, because my two sons were on the advante guard of skating, back in the days, when kids were arrested, cited, and chased for skating around empty parking structures, buildings, and handrails.  As I climbed, that knoll, to the park, Mobash Park, if my eyes didn't deceive me, I thought back on a trip, I took, a 17 day cross country trip to all the big American cities, and the sites along the way, passing and visiting, Mount Rushmore, the Corn Palace, they loved it, the four teenage boys, I was with, who had one goal, to visit all the skate parks, in the cities we visited and a few on the way, to Boston, New York, Pennsylvania, Washington, D.C., and wherever, this mother, who doesn't plan her trips, goes, just leaving, and enjoying the adventure, beauty and excitement, always my goals . . . fun, fun memories!  

I am sure the climb up the stairs, made the dog loose my scent, but I think the cement skateboard park, saved me a second time!  Several minutes, after getting to the park, and checking out the swimming pool, cement structures, and the raised blocks, and squares, for grinding and flipping, but, well, onto the large park, out of the blue, I notice, a man, with a German Shepherd, walking with intent, and without a glance up to me, on the raised, cement, park, going with the speed of lightning . . . and my first thought, was, that is a very unlikely picture, at this time of morning, and he was going so fast, that he disappeared into the night, very fast, but I was glad, when, my second thought came, that looked like a drug dog or K-9 cop!  Shit, I thought back, to how, he could have missed me . . . the sudden trip up the stairs, that are just sets of lined metal, with air between them, to see the ground underneath, and a bunch of them, up the steep embankment!  The dog, probably lost my trail there, but would have picked it up again, but for the skate park!  This time, God wasn't my Intel guy, my mind that is curious and easily distracted, was prompted to get off the trail and check out a place I could get warm!  Or I was driven to connect with my two beautiful sons, thinking about them, and missing them, having been so busy, during their teen years, but very grateful for the 17 days, we spent, totally in each others' company, so precious!  They grow up too fast, while we are trying to be who we think we need to be!  But, I dig them even more, now that they are older, and they Talk!   

In some way, saved by my passion for Shakespeare, and love of my sons!  Thank God for both, or I might not be writing this blog!

THE LIGHT ON THE BRIDGE, THE LAUGHING DUCKS, SOMEONE KNOWS I WAS SAFE!

From a distance, I could see, the bridge, that I just discovered the other day, after breakfast at McDonald's, when a counter-help person, directed me, on this bright sunny day, on how to get to the River, in this part of town?  Had it not been for my exploratory nature, I would have had to exit the safe side of the River, near the Poverello, and walk along the streets, near Broadway, where the trails end for a bit, and the River comes too close to the road.  But, on my walk, I noticed an orange cable, that went above ground, then underground and came up, after some time . . . my sign that God, was suggesting, that I get off the grid, for a while, and then surface, later, in another part of town, which is exactly what I did, but only because, thank God, I had taken that trail, two days earlier, or I would not have known, that while on the street side, the trail picked up again!  And, I could make it to McDonald's all the way from behind Tony's condo, almost backing up to the River, down near the law school, bridge, to about the Poverello, or the motel across the street from the Pov, and then, with the trail, going back along the River, all the way almost to the bus station my goal . . . I was tempted to risk going to Safeways to rest, because McD's was not open til 6:00 a.m., and Safeway, opened at 5:00 a.m.  But, I was sure, that they had been alerted by the cops, the night before, and I was sure the hospital was too, so no blog, as hard as that was for me, Thursday morning with time on my hands, until the bus left at 11:30 a.m., after a harrowing morning there, after a hellish night!

The River trail, takes you just on the south side of the street, across from the motel, I tried to stay at the night before, a strip mall, next to the fast food restaurant, and the bus station, so I was close, and needed to stay safe for at least 6 more hours, going undetected!  I looked down the street, about sometime after 5:00 a.m., when I made it to McDonald's, and noticed, to cops car's lights, one on each side of  Broadway Inn . . . a road block?  Had this manhunt, expanded to stopping vehicles leaving the city?  There were no wrecks, and being on both sides of the four lane highway, struck me as unusual, especially, given the night I had, but it was enough, to give me a heads up, that something else, may be in the works, later in the day, after sun up!  I had my normal, #10 breakfast, and listened to people discuss, the new book on the campus rape, and the President's words, about the author and the direction of the school, as I myself, finished the newspaper, I didn't dare open, earlier, due to flashing cop lights, looking for the window shopper?  That is not against the law, so what was up with that?  Whenever actions seem out of the ordinary, I take not, and that is what keeps me safe, as well, as always, erring on the side of safety . . . I only have one life--once I am gone, I am gone for good!  The cops may think I have 9 lives, because, I have tons of nights, just as bad as this, in Bozeman, worse in Helena, with floodlights on at the bus terminal, where I was hiding on the knolls . . . seriously, cops don't have anything better to do, than to torment a bad ass constitutional law chick like, little ol' me?  LOL!

GAMES, GAMES & MORE GAMES!

I won't go into the gory details of each of the great escapes from the bus, Subway, and the shuttle, but I MADE IT, NOW I AM KALISPELLS PROBLEM!  Hopefully, the Chief of Police, who spoke last month, leading to me leaving, due to pissing off the mayor and the chief, after he tried to defend, his blue and brown, brothers in Missoula, and the New Years Eve shootings, two in one night, on date night with their wives . . . come on, stop that shit.  The chief up here, said he encouraged his officers to take wives on ride alongs, isn't watching a million cops shows enough for your families to watch and get a clue, what police work is like, without doing a ride-a-long . . . I would make a policy, of only allowing this, for official cop, city, or county business . . . not for pleasure, and a joy ride, to make the holiday pass easier!  Not the time or the place for this!

Anyway, trust me to say . . . the heat was on, to stop me from getting on the shuttle to Kalispell!  One thing I will give to them, is they are persistent!  But, I am just living my life, staying alive, and my goals are much more noble than yours, for T&A!  Reading the writing on the walls, the secret conversations, the phone calls, the sick look, when I told the manager or cop at the bus station, that I had purchased my ticket the night before, the shock, and the need for a fast recovery, was all over bus chick's face, sick, as I told her my tales of woe from the night before, along with a noted slam to the cops, over and over!  LOL!  She couldn't wait to get back to her job, that of stopping me and alerting them, but she didn't dare move!  We have become friends, over the 50 times, I have crossed her paths, but once a cop, always a cop, loyalties go where the money goes . . . she knows damn well, I am who I say I am, but that doesn't preclude her from taking a bribe!  

Subway Sandwich . . . same deal, last time I checked in by bus, when I came to Missoula, the first thing this alleged, worker, bee, said, was asking me how I felt about the recent, cop killings or shootings?  Cop, cop, cop . . . checking out to see if I am going to give the cops grief, while in town--HELL, YEAH, and they don't think they caused grief for the families, the guy who is 6 ft. under?  Are you kidding me?  Of course, I don't agree with justifying a killing, even for a serial killer, we have a due process, questioning, arraignments, preliminary hearings, trials, juries, appeals . . . they are not the judge, jury and executioners on the streets, making everyone do what they say, or they deserved to be shot?  Really?  These two locals, resisted arrests, so cite them with resisting arrest, not being so pissed, when you finally catch them to blow their heads off, while in their girlfriends, lap!  Cops don't get a free ride with me, they can do wrong and harm, and they should be held accountable, just like Joe Blow on the streets!  Sorry guys, you don't get to terrorize me, all night . . . you should get these officers names, and their accomplices or undercover at the Poverello, THIS IS TOTAL BULL SHIT, SORRY, I HAVE COLLECTED SIGNATURES ON THE CENSUS, YEARS AGO AS A TEEN . . . SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOUR SORRY ASSES!

Calling in the back up troops, setting the stage for another sting op, I figured they fucked up about two or three a day, constantly while I was in Missoula, but don't feel bad, they do the same in Kalispell, Bozeman, Butte, Helena, so you are at least par for the course, and I, for one, would stop doing the bidding of the feds, before, I sue the whole fucking federal, state, and local governments in Utah and Montana, I am a pretty happy camper, and I know, that is part of the problem, you can't stand me happy, and you can't stand the truth, you are protecting and participating with CRIMINALS!  And I am not who you should be hunting . . . get your alleged, Queens, princesses, in your Game of Thrones, your Monarch Project, FUCK YOUR GOD DAMN FEMALE PRODUCTS OR ASSETS  . . . THEY CAN'T EVER BE ME!  You will lose with them, every time!  I am forever on the moral, ethical, noble, high road . . . you, my boyz and girlz, are insects!

MARK MY WORDS, I WILL CRUSH YOU, BEFORE YOU CRUSH ME!  FUCKIN' MARK IT . . . YOU ARE BEING WATCHED, RECORDED, AND YOU WILL BE CHARGED . . . I WOULD TURN STATE'S EVIDENCE AGAINST THESE CRIMINALS!  OR YOU WILL GO DOWN TOO!

LOVE YOU PUSSY RIOT GALS IN RUSSIA!

KEEP US STRAIGHT HERE, IN THIS ALLEGED LAND OF THE FREE & BRAVE, WHILE YOU HAVE ONE OF MY HERO'S IN YOUR COUNTRY--SAY HI, TO EDWARD SNOWDEN!