ISIS "HIT LIST" TARGETS MILITARY PERSONNEL . . . TIME FOR THE MODERN VERSION OF THE DIRTY DOZEN & THE INGLORIOUS BASTARDS--100 SCALPS PER GUY IN THE BASTARDS, CALLING SEALS TEAMS, SPECIAL OPS, CIA & FBI ASSASSINS--YEMAN IS ONE THING, GOING AFTER U.S. MILITARY IS ANOTHER, SCALP'EM ALIVE . . . 20,000, NOTHING TO U.S.A., WE'LL PUT A BOOT UP YOUR ASS, IT IS THE AMERICAN WAY--COVERT OPS, TAKE'EM OUT! CNN SPECIAL, "FINDING JESUS", FOLLOWING JESUS, DIFFERENT MATTER THAN FOLLOWING TED CRUZ, IN LYNCHBERG, FILIBUSTER OR CODE WORD, WHO KICKED OFF HIS PRESIDENTIAL CAMPAIGN, AT LIBERTY UNIVERSITY--WITH MANDATORY ATTENDANCE BY STUDENTS (?, LIBERTY?), EVANGELICAL JERRY FALWELL'S COLLEGE, BLOCK VOTING . . . JESUS DIDN'T JUST SAVE REPUBLICANS! NEW EVIDENCE OF GANG RAPE ON UVA CAMPUS . . . ARE YOU SCRAWNY, RICH KIDS THAT DESPERATE? REALLY, RAPE . . . YOU BIG BRAVE ANIMALS! YOU BETTER PRAY THERE IS A JESUS! 367 MEMBERS OF CONGRESS, DOING ALL BUT WHAT CONGRESS IS SUPPOSE TO BE DOING . . . SENDING LETTERS TO IRAN, THAT CONGRESS HAS TO APPROVE A NUCLEAR ARMS AGREEMENT, WITH 5 NATIONS? THEY DON'T ANSWER TO YOU CLOWNS, THIS IS NOT JUST AN AMERICAN/IRANIAN AGREEMENT! WHATEVER, MITCH, CALL UP LORETTA LYNCH, NEW U.S. ATTORNEY, STOP YOUR "TEMPER TANTRUMS", MCCAIN! PROJECTIONS ON THE PRESIDENT? BE ABOUT THE BUSINESS OF AMERICA, YOUR JOB!

DJ Dressed Up As A CFP . . . Like My Flight Attendant Sister, Dressing Up Like An Attorney!  LOL!

There are two commercials, out right now that I really love . . . the new one, of a free range chicken, those allowed to run, not be caged up in egg producing machines, but running around farms, yards, and the country!  I love the chicken, who is taking free ranging to the extreme, kind of like me, free ranging around Montana, and about 5 other states, so I can relate, but this chicken is seen walking railroad ties, hitching a ride with a truck driver, eating at a greasy spoon, in some small town, one of my favorites, and sending pictures to his farmer and his wife, back home, sitting on the front porch . . . the creative ad, is one of Geico car insurance . . . probably spelled the company name wrong, but hey, I don't have a car, but I do get around, much like the chicken!  LOL!

The next one, is another one, that is exactly what happened, getting my whole life stolen, including law practice, houses, cars, trucks, cases, and even this blog, the Mormon NSA, with the aid of the Mormon contingency of the CIA and the FBI, have aided, abetted, facilitated, encouraged, lied, covered-up, and ironically, this ad is about Certified Financial Planners, the very group, my case saved, and protected with the United States, and state Constitutions!  So, particularly on point, in fact, maybe, I was the inspiration, or rather baby sister, Rachel Southwick Hickey-Moosman, a P.E. major, running track, while I was writing my English papers, as an English major, Communications, minor, and she was serving peanuts, to air travelers, glorified waitress in the skies, another active and physical job, on United Airlines, mistaken for a scholar in the United States Constitution, and a member of the U.S. Supreme Court Bar, easy trade, huh? NOT!  But, just as the DJ in the commercial, originally with dread locks, for hair, long, bohemian looking dude, cleaned up to look like a CFP, or someone certified to do financial planning for people, fooled them all, and all willing to trust, because he had a clean cut hair cut, nice suit, one like a financial planner would wear, and put him in an office . . . that is how easy this was to pull off, due to people, lacking in the knowledge of the law, and teaching sis a few terms of art words, like every profession has . . . the boobs, three boob jobs, were the distraction, and she is nicer than me by far, attitudes that fit, bodies that fit, knowledge that fits . . . but the ad, makes a great point . . . don't let clothes and hair fool you!  

I know where the genius for this ad came from, but this simple plan, to steal my case, for another presidential candidate, Mitt Romney, who went to Liberty University to answer questions on his cultish religious affiliations with the Mormon Church . . . the plan, was like Congress' letter, for the world to have a Mo for a world president, as Kay, the real attorney, bitch who signed my case, took the money are ran, met Mitt, the day the U.S. District Court Judge, Clark Waddoups, terminated my case, at least the docket entrance I got, while the rest of the U.S.A. and financial planners, got the win, that I ate the government's attorneys, and two outside law firms, 7 different ways on  the fucking jurisdictional issues, the judge tried to use, but got his ass chewed by this constitutional law attorney, so he just up and closed the case, took my 1/3 contingency fees, gave my clients, there cut, and paid Ms. Kay Burningham, for her lies, and signatures, forging my name, as she stood in for me, and stole my identity with the help of people like, U.S. assistant AG, Paul Kohler and FBI agent, Seth Foote, whom I am sure were contacted, and paid to lie again, since I said that they personally knew me, yesterday.  How ironic, that ad, would present this type of challenge, and show how fooled and gullible really are . . . sad state of affairs, but hey, we don't want smart women, like Loretta Lynch and myself, who really know what we are doing, law wise and all, we want the dumb chicks, we can control, who have to rely on men for their power, not the ones who stand alone and above most men . . . HELL NO!

ISIS . . . Do You Seriously Think You Are the Only BADASSES on the Planet?

I would suggest, you check out two American films, and as I understand it, they are true stories, at least, Inglorious Bastards is, great movies, as is Dirty Dozen--one of my all time favorites, and if they are not, I am sure, we can find, guys, who can make even better stories, but, both films are connected with World War II, and Hitler's SS Men and Nazis, the alleged badasses of their time, really?  Watch what they do to them, and how they ultimately take down Hitler's, best men, even ones, who want to cut deals, and of course, come to America . . . I know, I am being the ugly American, that I am, but when push comes to shove, show me better country, in over all, rights, freedoms, liberties, and the chance to reach your dreams?  We are the world's best innovators, in all areas, and about to take over as top dog in producers of gas and oil, with gluts, right now, and capped off reserves, making us not much longer reliant on foreign oil, and leading in almost every area of technological development, which is the industry that just did much to pull us through the recession, with a bit of pain, but not like other countries.

I really can't understand with all our assets, in all our 40 or more, spy agencies, just can't take out the key leaders of ISIS, especially, now that they have declared war on our military leaders, let's call their bluff, don't need fan fare, just take'em out!  You know how to do it, just like you did against Osama Bin Laden, and crew, stop messing around with these lame ass losers, who just want bloodshed, let's give it to them, their style, and see if they don't scream like pigs . . . scalp them alive, and show them their fucking brains, first hand, then slit their throats, by Shariah Law, an eye for an eye, and tooth for tooth, all about, applying their laws to them!  Good idea!  Fun, fun, fun!

Your right, my flight attendant sister, is much nicer than I am!  LOL!  I am not one of those touchy feely women, men in the CIA, FBI, NSA, CFP . . . yeah, that is the planners, who owe me their licenses, and allegiance, Hank Brock is probably living in my St. George home, and a cop in my Parowan home, where I took out narc cops, judge for six months, and Kelly Ann Booth, got credit and the money for my $56.7 million case, against Scott Garrett, county attorney and crew, who all cut deals with Cheeks, Clarks & Brauns . . . but hey, in Mormondumb, Kelly is the grand-daughter of the Mormon Prophet, so, she, who didn't even know she had to be a member of the U.S. Federal District Bar, to practice in the bar, but loved, Sutter Axland attorneys, who at the time, made her look like a fool in court, loved it, but eventually, they were glad to have me out of the way, running for my life, so they could actually, possibly win, with me gone, answered 8 fucking briefs, the weekend, when they were trying to bury, this solo practitioner, in papers and legal theory, took them down one by one, all without getting paid a dime, by fucking Dennis and Misty Cheeks, whatever . . . and enjoying my cabin, whatever . . . I am a free ranging chick!  LOL!  

I am feeling better after their three or more attempts to poison me, and will be back free ranging, looking for love in all the right places!  LOL!  And if I don't find it, I am okay with that too, pretty damned happy!  Your dressed up waitress, in the skies, in a suit, had to waiver her 90 day waiting period, check out Judge Shumate's dockets, allowing Rachel, to marry, Kay Moosman, within 4 fucking hours of being divorced . . . she wanted to be cherished . . . don't know that a throbbing dick, waiting to jump your bones each night is being cherished?  Not my definition of being cherished, but a sex slave maybe?  But, he what do I know?  I am sure her, uneducated opinion is worth more than my educated one, or at least that is the way they are trying to make me feel, but getting about 16,000,000 hits, in 84 seconds, does much to convince me the rest of the world, who thinks with their heads, thinks otherwise, but then the NSA, steps in a changed my guest screen saver . . . to save her, Rachel that is, not the author!

I am the real deal . . . always have been!

Frat Rats, At Any Level of Guy, Are Just Frat Rats, Ted Cruz is Just Ted Cruz, and Congress is Just Congress!

Have a GREAT WEEK!

SIPPING ON FIRE, HOLY WATER . . . SUPER 8, SUPER START BREAKFAST (KALISPELL, MT.) AT ANY POINT, SOMEONE IS DOING SOMETHING "STUPID." PRES. O . . . JEB BUSH--CODE WORD TO WIN FLORIDA, "HOMELAND SECURITY", OR CARRYING ON BABY BRO'S POLICE STATE AGENDA, OR DADDY'S AGENDA, ONE WORLD ORDER? CREATING BACKLASH AGAINST GAYS, RELIGIOUS FREEDOM TO COVER COMMERCIAL DISCRIMINATION--LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF? MAYBE JESUS WORKS HERE? IF NOT, THE 14TH AMENDMENT WILL DO! MSNBC, UP, STEVE KORNACKI, WASHINGTON POST ARTICLE--NOT BRAVE, SUPPORTING DOJ FACTS--SPIN DOC COPS, ALREADY DID JOB, DOUBTING "DON'T SHOOT HANDS UP" FACTS . . . I SAW THE TWO VIDEOS OF ON THE SCENE WITNESSES, EARLY AUGUST THE DAY OF SHOOTING, PROSECUTOR & COPS DISMISSED VIDEO EVIDENCE OF HANDS UP, AND 3 BLACK TEEN WITNESSES! CAMPAIGN "BLACK LIVES MATTER" IS MAKING DIFFERENCE FOR SYSTEMIC CHANGE--STARBUCKS TO TURNING IN COPS & FRAT BROS. FOR RACIST "STUPID" STUFF! HARVARD MEDICAL STUDENT "DIE INS", MAKING COP SHOOTINGS A PUBLIC HEALTH ISSUE TO RUSSIAN ROCK BAND, PUSSY RIOTS, NEW CD ON AMERICAN POLICE BRUTALITY! FERGUSON, MICHAEL BROWN, YEAH . . . JUSTICE DEPARTMENT JUST TOOK OVER COURT SYSTEM, POLICE CHIEF STEPPED DOWN, CALLING FOR RESIGNATION OF BLIND MAYOR--NO RACISM IN THIS TOWN? WHY IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK REPUBLICAN CONGRESS IS HOLDING U.S. ATTORNEY GENERAL, NOMINEE FOR THE LAST 134 DAYS, OR IS IT GOING ON 135, HOSTAGE, FIRST FOR IMMIGRATION NOW HUMAN BODY TRAFFICKING, SHE SHOULD BE ON THE JOB, PROSECUTING THIS STUPID STUFF! BUT NO, CONGRESS IS PROTECTING THE REPUBLICAN, BUSH, COP POWER AGENDA, WHILE LORETTA LYNCH, KNOWN FOR CIVIL RIGHTS PROSECUTIONS, AGAINST NY COPS FOR RAPING HAITIAN, JUST MIGHT KICK A FEW WHITE BOY ASSES! DOJ AND GRAND JURY ONLY GOT ONE SIDE OF THE MICHAEL BROWN STORY . . . 85% OF BLACKS FEEL UNFAIR COP TARGETING, WHILE ONLY 30% of WHITES FEEL THE SAME WAY. BLACKS ARE ONLY 14% OF THE AMERICAN POPULATION, AND THEY FEEL TRIPLE THE IMPACT OF THE PATRIOT ACT, BULL SHIT! I, ALONE, FEEL THE OTHER 15% FOR BEING A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, FIGHTING AGAINST THIS UNCONSTITUTIONAL ACT! USE AGAINST TERRORISTS, NOT CITIZENS, ESPECIALLY BAD ASS CON LAW CHICKS, LIKE ME & LORETTA! YOU GO GIRL! BEHIND YOU 100%! WE CAN'T WAIT FOR CONGRESS VACATION, A NATION NEEDS TOP LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER TO TAKE CHARGE . . . EVEN RUDY IS UP WITH HER, AS FORMER U.S. PROSECUTOR, HE KNOWS HER! SHE IS THE REAL DEAL!

We All Need to Stop Doing "Stupid" Stuff!

Masking blatant discrimination, against blacks, gays, women, and any other member of society, regardless of race, color, creed, age, sexual orientation, weight, stop doing it!  This is god-damn it, not cool, smart, acceptable, credible, under whatever label you want to put it under, baking cakes, and taking photos . . . once you open your business doors, and commercially take advantage of the laws protecting businesses, have customers, or use the roads, government police, schools, transportation, and any other advantage of doing business in America . . . you can't fucking discriminate against anyone, who wants to use your services, and disguising it in the name of RELIGIOUS FREEDOM, is almost revolting to me, seeing that JESUS, would have none of that, always the total model of respect, acceptance, love, tolerance, forgiveness . . . other than for the Pharisees and Sadducee's, the Sanhedrin, or the pious religious, or allegedly religious leaders of the time!  He likened them, to whited sepulchres, on the outside, and full of dead man's bones on the inside!  And where do you think, your frat rat, dumb ass kids are getting their racist and sexist references to lynchings, hot chicks, without pulses?  From their stupid ass parents, most, religious hypocrites!  Sorry, I know that it is Sunday, but I am still fucked up from being poisoned, three times, in the last few weeks, coughing up what feels like slivered glass shards, turning to orange crystals, when spit into cold water!  Your prejudice, goes down no better, nor comes out better!  

Senator, Ted Cruse, is announcing his presidential candidacy Monday, and played the divide the baby, weighing in on the issues, stating that he would never personally discriminate against anyone, but he does think that people who have strong religious objections, to serving gays, under religious freedom, should not be forced by the government to serve people, who's lifestyles they object to.  There is one way, that I think, people who are so, objectionable to Jack and John, getting married, even though, I personally, encourage, a Jesus style Christianity, putting that aside, as not part of their real religiosity, can choose, to operate only, within their religious circle, in kind of back alley, secret, operation, catering only to people who are a member of their own religion and church . . . may be an argument for that?  But the normal commercial enterprise, NO!  You can't get away with that under any label of discrimination!

Mormons, back in the early days of the Mormon church, while in Nauvoo, Illinois, decided to do just that, do business, only with Mormons, and they decided to block vote too . . . guess what that got them?  An extermination order from the governor!  They had the Constitution back then too!  They, Mormons, still do the same thing, but they made sure they infiltrated all levels of the government, from the CIA to the FBI, or anyone who could enforce other laws against them, like Ms. Lynch--stop that confirmation, and built up a 70% majority, so even people like Eric Holder, could count the numbers, one woman's civil rights, against all the intelligence community, oh, hell NO!  Do, you think for one second, I haven't contacted, U.S. Attorney, Paul Kohler or FBI agent, Seth Foote, about the extreme prejudice, hate crimes to attempted homicide threats, ID theft, hell yeah, and they both know me personally . . . nothing, no help . . . we don't see any crimes here?  They seem to be suffering from the same blindness or favoritism, as Ferguson Mayor, James Knowles!  These people don't belong in these positions, it is the fucking, god-damn LAW!  What don't you get about this?  Jeb Bush?  Ted?  Marc?  Mitt?

General Rule:  Religiously, You Can Believe Anything You Want . . . But When Beliefs, Cross the Line, To Actions That Violate The Laws of the United States . . . NO!  Got It?

AMEN--HAVE A JESUS SUNDAY!

HANGN' TOUGH--TRUE GENIUS IS TRUST--FROM UNIVERSITY, FRAT RATS TO FLORIDA COPS FIRED FOR RACIST & SEXIST REMARKS, TO BIBI NETANYAHU'S FLIP FLOPPING FOR POLITICAL REASONS--TWO STATES, ONE STATE, TWO STATES--RED FISH, BLUE FISH, SPEAKER BOEHNER UNDERMINING THE PRESIDENT, OR DELAYS IN SENATE CONFIRMATIONS OF U.S. ATTORNEY GENERAL NOMINEE, LORETTA LYNCH--MIGHT LYNCH A FEW WHITE COPS, DEEPER THAN RACE, SHOWDOWN BETWEEN CIVIL RIGHTS, CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY & COP FAVORING PATRIOT ACT, THE BUSH DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, MOCKERY OF ITSELF . . . POSTPONING UNTIL ALL COPS CLEARED OF WRONG DOING, 133 DAYS, TO REPUBLICANS PUSHING FOR HILLARY CLINTON'S EMAILS, AFTER CONGRESS WASTED 22 HEARINGS ON BENGHAZI--FOUND NO WRONG DOING, NOW DOING EVERYTHING BUT WHAT CONGRESS WERE ELECTED TO DO, MAKE LAWS, THAT BENEFIT AMERICA! NUMBER ONE CONCERN OF AMERICANS, THE GOVERNMENT . . . SAD COMMENTARY! GET IT TOGETHER!

What the Hell Good Are Fraternities Anyway . . . Havens for Insecure, Scrawny, Rich Kids?

To save my soul, every time I hear about the antics of the frat rats, on college and university campuses, hazing, drunken brawls, animal house activities, date rapes, alcohol pumping rat holes, test and paper sharing cheating machines, and the latest, dumb ass activities, secret accounts for the bros, with naked or half naked women, passed out on beds, floors, in sexually suggestive, and demeaning positions, making statements, like if she's hot enough, who cares if she has a pulse, to vulgar and inappropriate use of the word, nigger, and confederate flags hanging from college dorm windows, where the frat house is housed, to sexual and racists, tweets and instagrams.  Not only if, but when, I was a female college student, I would and did fully avoid this rats nest of male insecurity, social climbing, immature boyz club, of scrawny, rich kids, that need the bros, to do anything, but I would warn all female coeds to do the same, until they become the scourge of college and university campuses, like they are and should be seen.  As far as I can see, they have no redeeming social value, take away from the characteristics of true manhood, mocking real men, and using and abusing the real, true, and noble relationships with women.  Question: Are the continuation of fraternities good public policy, and of any value to the college or university life?

I only had one semester or quarter, dealing with the frat rats, at Utah State University, and that was enough, dated at least one from each fraternity, being generally disgusted, and saw nothing cool, admirable, noble, or good about the crew, of guys, totally lacking in almost all, real male characteristics, that I had come to value as a young woman, and as good looking as any of their sorority sisters, games as stupid as the men's for sure!  I had all the guys and the gals, from the society of the Greeks, trying to not only recruit me to their sorority, but to get me into one, so I could be one of their gals, or the so-called, in crowd on campus?  There was nothing, that I saw, made me want to be part of the, what I would call, loser crowd!  By the time I hit college, I was an individual, with a pretty solid foundation, didn't need anyone to tell me, what, where, when, and how I needed to do anything.  I dressed the way I wanted, wore my hair the way I thought is looked best, did my homework, and generally held a job, finding that college, literally gave me too much time, and saw most activities as a waste of time, and better spent, working, and applying my free time to my studies.

What Tennis Rackets Do You Think Will Help Me Climb the Social Ladder?  Are YOU Fucking Kidding ME?

I was working with one of the frat rats, at the old, Sunset Sporting Goods Store, in beautiful downtown Logan, Utah, home of the Aggie's, and all tangentially connected, students of varying levels of interest to me. So, can't remember his first name, but his last name was Byrd, kind of introduced me to the brothers, and I think he always regretted that decision, for soon to be disclosed exposure to their stupidity and childish antics, drunken dances, risking my life, with their alleged, trophy pre-med student, stud from California, the best of the litter, of dogs at the fraternity.  Anyway, he sent his bros into have me help them with their purchase of skies, tennis rackets, and other sporting good items.  And this one time, I was showing one of t he bros, our selection of rackets, and discussed the pluses and minuses of each, as far as I knew, the tension of the strings, the stiffness of the wood, and the type of tape used.  When all the sudden, he stopped my presentation, of this type of sales job, and just point blank, said, which one will help me climb the social ladder?  I could not believe what a stupid criteria for the purchase of a piece of sports equipment!

I probably told him, to ask his bros, or buy the most expensive one, that might impress them, that you paid $200 for what I considered an inferior brand, while carrying the highest price, therefore, that would be the most impressive to this band of bros, that come from money, rather than sense.  I was at loss for just how to handle this customer, and can't remember what he did . . . I think, left and went to ask the bros?  My next interaction came when the rats, lined me up with the alleged king rat, a pre-med student.  He was from a rich, family, of a California physician, and sure to follow in his father's footsteps, and I was suppose to be impressed?  All the girls wanted him, I guess, thinking that I respected this group of gold diggers, enough to compete for their prom king?  Really?  Whatever, so they lined me up with this guy, who's nick name was Goofy, after the Disney character, of a dog, or some other animal, but I didn't see the fit, until I went to a frat party, up the canyon, at the university cabin, or some one's lodge?

In true fraternity fashion, the goal was to get as drunk as you could possibly get, and my date, the pre-med student did.  I was so disgusted, being a non-drinker, and straight arrow, had beer pored down me, while I fought off, high school boys, trying to get me to drink, but they were never successful, and thought college boyz would be beyond these childish games, but obviously, my date, morphed into his name, Goofy, and he disintegrated, both in stature, status, and dignity, right in front of my eyes, until he was truly goofy as hell, and I was embarrassed to be with him, or associated with him in anyway!  Soon, as I ditched, dodged, and darted way from this total lush, another brother, noticed me, and he was not drunk, came and asked me to dance, which I was more than ready to, loving to dance, almost as much as breath, and totally dogged on the prom king, as he and my alleged frat rat friends, glared at me, and flipped me the bird, from the corners of the cabin, while they got wasted . . . don't you hate that, when the girl just isn't playing by the same rules as the rest of the alleged in crowd!  

To save the bros, the embarrassment of me going home with some one, other than I had come with, they made a big deal of breaking me and the new guy up, and insisting that I go down a really scary canyon, with a total drunk on his ass, dick, to save his prom king status, taming the shrew, and making her go home with him, even if it cost me my life, and I felt that it might!  I think, that was the last time I ever, demeaned myself enough to be with this dude.  One other time, I did go down into his room, at his insistence, and he started to put the moves on me, not a good thing, especially with a tease, like I was.  He grabbed my hand, and started to put it down his pants, and said, I know you want it . . . no, actually, I don't!  One of the bros, checked in on him to see if he was having his way with me, so he increased his efforts, to no avail.  He started to unsnap my blouse, and said, now, don't be afraid . . . I am not afraid, I just don't want to do anything with you!  He jumped up from the bed, and started yelling at me, that I was a tease, and your point?  I started laughing, got up and left him, questioning his status as prom king!  LOL!

Like Mother, Like Daughter(s)

One by one, I went through, one dick, after another from, the 8 or so, frats, on campus, supposedly, suppose to be impressed, and one by one, they just struck me as burned out, insecure, boyish, bores, who needed approval for everything they did.  Twenty years later, my beautiful daughter, Greta, was living with me, an assistant attorney general, professor, at the time, and she thought she might join a sorority, maybe the same one as her grandmother, Helen Janeen Chamberlain Southwick, did, Tri Delta?  I am not sure, but the University of Utah, is a commuter school, therefore, meeting people, on campus was hard.  She entertained the idea, until on night, she was going to a party and started to go with some other girls, rushing the sorority and she started her period, and took off to get cleaned up and protected.  She was repremanded by the sisters . . . she could not leave without their approval!  She was pissed as hell!  She was selected as Pike Princess . . . she was informed of this honor, and she said, what do I have to do?  She was told that she needed to nice things for the bros, like make them some cookies, or something like that, and just look good.

She had and still does have the look thing covered, but the cookies, she told them might be a problem, she didn't like to cook, and didn't see herself, cooking for a bunch of fraternity boys, and they said, get your mom to cook them . . . she is even less likely to make cookies, than I am, so your out on that account, and she withdrew her name!  Proud Mama!  She surprised, Mom, and called me one day, up at the Capitol, and told me she joined the Navy for 4 years . . . cool, I was going to join the ROTC in high school, and that was cool.  She mentioned that she wanted to do something more than me . . . and she will!  She was Navy Hall of Fame, first coed division, to go through boot camp, getting higher scores than the other 9 divisions that went through the training school at the same time, up on Lake Michigan!  She is a member of the largest honor society in the world, Golden Key, sworn in, at Constitution Hall, in Washington, D.C.  She talked her sister, into joining the Air Force, and she later, re-upped, becoming a military linguist, and lives outside, Washington, D.C., also invited to be a member of the Golden Key!  These are my type of girls, my babies . . . fucking beautiful, smart, and awesome!  And they have worn army boots and shot rifles!  OH, fuck yeah!

True Genius is Trust . . . Can You Trust This Person or Group of Persons?  Frat Rats, Cops . . . a Kind of Fraternity, the Fraternal Order of the Police, and They Function Like One, Many Time Too!

Just in the last week or so, two senior Secret Service Agents, cruised up, to the White House, going about 1 or 2 miles per hour, and hit a rubber, orange construction marker, or retainer.  The new director, was not informed of this antic, for about 5 days, but he sure as hell, when reporting to a very, small group of Senate committee members, in a hearing this week, said, there was no accident, just a bump . . . and we wonder, why, people are able to scale the gates surrounding the White House, and get into the elevator with the President of the United States!  Yet, those same standards, so laxly applied to agents, was totally reversed, to amped on steroids, when a 34 years old, black, unarmed mother of a baby, accidentally in 2013, happened to take a wrong turn, and found herself surrounded by Secret Service Agents, who pumped 26 bullets into her, as she tried to just get out of the situation!  Congress cheered, when they heard the woman had been shot . . . now there is a lawsuit, for the shootings, as the incident is being looked into.

The same fraternity mentality, exists in the Secret Service . . . Columbia prostitutes exposed to President's iternary, the CIA . . . leader, General Betrayus, affair with biographer, rather than running the agency, who had a culture of womanizing and affairs; and the FBI . . . selling secrets to the Russians, for sex?  And we are suppose to trust these fuckers?  Really?  And we are holding up, the confirmation of a woman, who just might get a handle on this bull shit, fraternity mentality, in our top law enforcement agencies!  I love her name, Lynch . . . we need some symbolic, white ass lynchings!  Good God, can't we expect more?  Holy shit?  These are allegedly our best and brightest, in charge of INTELLIGENCE?  Come on!  And these local, state and federal frat rats, are suppose to be the ones protecting me, from mob, Mormons, death threats, poisonings, NOT, they are the ones facilitating it for the hot bodies, without pulses, or the brain dead . . . I see exactly why they don't want Ms. Lynch!  She will be over their sorry asses, and they can't get away with their frat shit!

The best thing we could do, is to get rid of the frat rat mentality, in all levels of our government, including Congress . . . Schock's antics . . . just a big frat rat!  The military also, with a cleaned up record of still, 26,000 rapes and sexual assaults!  Whatever!  And we still don't have a director of the Civil Rights Division of the Department of Justice!  And now, we can't get one of the most respected U.S. Attorneys confirmed?  What, who, why are they protecting, and from what?

Cops, Frat Rats, Rule Under the Patriot Act . . . Hell, They Don't Want A Civil Rights Division, Nor a Female U.S. Attorney, Who Went After 4 New York Cops, for Butt Raping a Haitian Man!  Scary . . . Constitution, Puts that Old Ball and Chain, Back on Cops Ankles, They Are Not the Judge, Jury & Executors on the Streets, as Under the Bush Patriot Act!

U.S. Attorney DeBoe, not sure of the spelling, was denied, being given the job, of director of the civil rights division, because attorneys under his section, defended a black political activist, who was going to get the death sentence for shooting a cop!  Oh, it is open fire on citizens, but any attorney, in our system, who is just doing their sworn oath, to protect constitutional rights of all accused, is denied a job, because of doing his duty?  Yet, we will defend a cop shooting, for whatever lame ass excuse they come up with? But an attorney, just doing their job, hang them, the guy killed a cop, so all  rights off, and the death penalty! So, we have a temporary or interim director of the civil rights division, and we can't get the new U.S. Attorney General Confirmed?  While the nation is having a total melt down on race relations, with a possible hanging--suicide/homicide, in Mississippi, I think, and racist cops, being fired for texts, in Florida . . . and you don't think, Congress can make this confirmation a priority?

We can't afford, to let this Senate sit on this confirmation, the nation, is hungry for leadership.  While current, U.S. Attorney General, Eric Holder, is still on the job, he is a lame duck, and a Congress who hated him, while he was totally in charge, and there was no nominee, is now, their knight in shining armor and they want to hang onto him, as long as they can . . . at least he is male?  We already have a black for U.S.AG, so it must be Loretta's sex, or her no-none sense approach to law abiding and law breaking, regardless of badges, guns, color, status, and whatever.  We gals, don't understand, the frat rat mentality, nor do we put up with it, when in a power position . . . Hillary won't either!  I never have . . . and that is why I am not protected, nor are the criminals prosecuted . . . my alleged hot doubles, while brain dead, are still worth fucking!  

Damn amazing!  I think the men are running scared, holding on to their penises, their fraternities, their secrets, their bros, in power, and a woman would upset the apple cart, just like I did in the Utah Attorney Generals Office, killing cop and prosecutor legislation, while inside, and paying for what I took an oath to do, preserve, defend and preserve, not the fraternal order of the cops, but the United States Constitution!  I killed asset forfeiture, the cash cow, a highway robbery vehicle of the cops, under the mask of drug interdiction, to benefit cops, in 1997, was poisoned the first time in 2000, and the Patriot Act, was passed in 2001!  Deadly timelines . . . take out the attorney who might block it!

Trust Bibi Netanyahu?  He Has Changed His Position, In Less Than Two Weeks!  He is Using Israel/American Relationship, Allies, To Fuck our President, and Interfere with Iranian Nuclear Weapons Agreement, Fucking Two and a Half Years in the Making?  Trust?  NO!

The Republicans in the Congress, especially, in the House, under Speaker, Boehner, are being used by Bibi, and they are too stupid to see it.  But the Republicans, are warmongers, and want to make that money for Halliburton and Boeing, their method of improving the economy, and job creation, go to war!  They love Netanyahu, because is is a warmonger too!  We give billions of dollars a year to Israel, and you would think that there would be some type of loyalty from the Prime Minister, who acts like a spoiled brat, who has been enabled to act this way, by Americans, who truly are horrified by Hitler, the treatment of Jews, but then seem to turn a blind eye, to the human rights, property rights, and civil rights violations of Israel, who came back to the City of David, after being gone for 2,000 fucking years, and think, they ought to be able to strong arm, with the help of the U.S. their way, back into the territory they occupied, centuries ago, and kick the Palestinians, out of their homes, and then, violate land agreements, and put up apartments and encroach on Gaza and the West Bank, areas, that are not theirs to build on . . . really, trust this man? 

President Obama wants PEACE in the Middle East!  Now, by taking his message to the Iranian people, and appealing to their sense of love, peace, and tranquility, not nuclear warfare, he is trying to come to an agreement, as Secretary of State, John Kerry, said, we will take as long as we need to get a good agreement, along with several other countries, who are involved, and they might be able to come up with something soon . . . the goal, not to annihilate all mankind, but to facilitate humanity, rights and peace for all people.  This is not a sign of weakness, but strength, preservation, and respect, not only for American lives, but Iranian, Jews and other members of the Arab world.  Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall inherit the earth!  Fuck the rest of you!  Bibi, reminded me of Bush senior's famous, statement and lie, to get elected, read my lips, no more taxes!  And what did he do the second he was elected?  It boils down to a matter of trust!  We need to be able to trust our leaders, that what they say, is what they will do! We all had trouble with Mitt Romney, flip flopping, this way and that way, according to the crowd he was talking to . . . and sometimes that flip took place in the same day, different crowds!  Not cool!

Netanyahu, played to home crowd, one state, and after elected, covered his ass to the American Jews, who are split and divided on the issue.  Rabbi Steve Gutow, president of the Jewish Council of Public Affairs, the public policy arm for the Jewish community agencies around the country released as statement congratulating Netanyahu, then added, we believe that progress can be made in creating two states for two peoples, and that the next government can make sure that all Israelis, Arab and Jew alike, feel a sense of security and belonging in the nation we care so deeply about.  That is a truly mature, strong, and sensible, position, and one that should be examined, before we give Israel any more money!  They exist because of our protection!

Benghazi is Dead . . . We Made Mistakes, Nobody Told Troops to Stand Down!

You have a Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, who managed world relations, as well as anyone, ever has, and spent, 4 years, tripping around the globe, spending the majority of her time, in the service of the country, probably working for the salary a person, employed at McDonald's makes, when you figure in all the nights, weekends, travel, and whatnot, that goes into being on call, 24/7.  Of course her personal and work emails were mixed, her life was not her own, nor was her time, divided between family and state, we took it all!  So if there is no line of demarcation between her emails for work and home life, so be it, and she is entitled to her 9th amendment right to privacy, not satisfy the politically motivated harassment of some jackass Congressman!  Drop it, we made mistakes, and hopefully we will learn from that, and protect our assets, ambassadors, and all overseas, but those who know the dangers in the countries, need to take some responsibility, they told Stevenson, to stay in, and there was trouble, which is was well aware of . . . sometimes you act at your own risk!  Stay in bunkers, don't leave, don't mingle with the locals, when there is tension, and do what the SEALS and CIA tell you to do, until it is safe!

Congress needs to be about the business of the Congress, not tripping off to Israel, and leaving the country unprotected by a U.S. Attorney, amid, the racial mess, we are currently in!  I think Loretta Lynch is qualified, and objections have nothing to do with her . . . on this issues, Rudy Guiliani, who I am sure had a relationship with Ms. Lynch, urged her confirmation, immediately!  WE TRUST HER! WE NEED HER, RIGHT NOW, not after your break, half way through APRIL!

What U.S. Attorney General confirmation, was ever linked to a bill?  What does Loretta have to do with human body trafficking, other than prosecute it, which she is being denied the right to be on the job doing, and lives are being lost for politics as usual!

Get-R-Done Before Your Spring Break!

You Republicans Love Reagan So Much, He Said, Government is the Problem!  And it IS!

 

ST. PADDY'S DAY HANGOVERS, EPISCOPALIAN DEACON--ST. PATRICK WOULD BE ASHAMED; OUTRAGE ON CAMPUS--ABC, CAMPUS ALCOHOL & BEVERAGE CONTROL COPS, BLOODY BLACK HONOR STUDENT, OUTSIDE IRISH PUB. BIBI, ISRAEL'S PRIME MINISTER, TWO STATE SOLUTION TO ISRAELI/PALESTINIAN CONFLICT . . . POLITICS AT ITS WORST, JUST TO GET ELECTED, THEN CHANGE BACK--SHOULD U.S. TRUST NETENYAHU (SPELLING ?). GOVERNOR DANNELL MALLOY, CONNECTICUT AND LEGISLATURE, VOTE TO ERASE MARIJUANA RECORDS, TO HELP WITH JOBS, HOUSING AND GETTING ON WITH LIFE . . . NICE PRECEDENCE FOR OTHER STATES TO FOLLOW. CONGRATULATIONS TO CVS PHARMACIES, PUT MONEY WHERE MOUTH IS--TAKE OUT CIGARETTES, OFF SHELVES, PUSHING FOR LESS SMOKING--CHOICE, HEALTH OVER AMERICAN GREED . . . GOOD EXAMPLE! SIGNING OFF FROM HANGING HOOTERS RANCH! LOL! HILLARY FOR PRESIDENT! BILL'S NO DUMMY . . . MONICA? YUCK!

St. Paddy's Day Hangovers!

Deacon, Reprimands Party Goers & Revelers In Butte--Not About Partying!

I am guilty as charged!  After pushing the partying atmosphere, that probably doesn't need to be pushed in Butte, Montana, I attended the religious presentation of a regular at the Butte Rescue Mission, I think his name is Paul, older, grey haired, pony tail, got up and gave an after St. Paddy's Day lecture, telling us, that St. Patrick, the real Saint, not the one I saw, riding in the parade and hanging out at Cavenaugh's County Celtic Shop, everything Irish and Celtic, way cool store, and fun as hell to just browse and check everything out, was actually, Sainted for possibly something to do with rats or lions, but he was not sure on that, but he did bring all the Irish Warlords together and converted them to Christianity, promoted belief in Jesus Christ, forgiveness for sins, the same ones, I was joking about in my last title, gracing the parade and forgiving us for all the sins were were going to commit that night . . . not me, but you!  LOL!

I can claim ignorance on four counts: (1) I am not Catholic--if that is what St. Patrick was, I think so . . . ; (2) I am not Irish, just joining in the fun; (3) none of my Irish or Catholic friends passed this bit of knowledge on to me, either before I wrote my three or so blogs, promoting the party aspect of St. Paddy's having wanted to end up in Butte, for the celebration, after missing it last year, talking to party goers, on their way to Butte, while I was on my way to Salt Lake City, or somewhere; and (4) I was raised Mormon, and had no idea that there was any connection with something religious at all!  I always thought the day was about wearing something green so you didn't get pinched, making green eggs or pancakes for breakfast, like my beautiful daughter did, living outside Washington, D.C., or eating corn beef and cabbage!  I apologize to those of you, in Butte, that might have been appalled by me pushing the festive aspect of the day, so fun, so cool, and really great parade.  However, next year, being very about being a Jesus Girl, I will also, mention the warring lords of the Irish, coming together, in Christianity, and taking up hearts and lives, dedicated to Jesus Christ, the only name under Heaven for which we can be saved!  All about that!

God forbid, I need Jesus watching over me . . . I am now, safely in Kalispell, Montana, after entertaining an idea of going to Durango, Colorado, to meet up with Mr. Kennedy, but was unable to get connections, surprise, surprise, surprise . . . surveillance everywhere!  After trying every route, from Denver to Salt Lake, and back, with seemingly no connections or services to Durango, a big time resort town, as I recall from my visits, 25 years, and 40 years ago, I was shocked that I couldn't get there.  After being poisoned again, right after booking my bus ticket to Grand Junction, at least within striking distance, from Durango, and some creative maneuvering, I thought I could make it . . . that was until, I went across the street to the diner, and got  breakfast, that took longer than usual, since I have eaten there many times, so I know the normal turn around time, between ordering and bringing the food, this took much longer than normal, so?  But, whomever didn't want me to go to Durango, implemented the precautions, of poison, making sure that I was so sick, that I couldn't make the trip to Grand Junction, where I have a former client, Hope M. Carlton-Levin, former Playboy Bunny Centerfold, Ms. July 1996, who owes, me a years worth of legal fees, and that would at least cover the ride to Durango, which I am sure they thought of . . . Hope took a bribe, dropped the appeal, which protected me against Judge Lyle Anderson, who fucked me out of $20,000 and everything I owned, after the Washington, Iron County, Salt Lake City, attorney general, governor, federal courts, already took everything from me in St. George, Utah, before one of my clients, who ended up dead, saved me from total devastation, and gave me his Parowan house, as payment for saving him, free, from 45 years in prison, when cops, set him up, getting him, three years probation, rather than any prison time!  I am sure that I could have strong armed Hope, to get me to my destination, they knew that too!

NOTE: NSA has jumped in twice, trying to make paragraphs disappear . . . fuckers, grow a pair, you assholes! Why aren't you doing something like, investigating the two senior secret service, dicks, who were drinking on the job, while they should have been protecting the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!  Or joining in on the investigation at the University of Virginia, with the ABC, cops getting out of control, on a not drunk, honor student, well respected, who ended up bloodied and arrested?  Don't think you can spend your time better than watching every damn word, I write, to protect the liars, the thieves that you are think with there in Mormon UTAH!  You send poison to me, via your fucking little army of missionaries or FBI, CIA, NSA fuckers, and can't catch the frauds?  Part of the problem!

DEATH AT THE BUTTE, BUS TERMINAL!

Okay, so I got back to the bus terminal, so sick . . . never, never, never, who have considered the bizarre route I would have to take to get to Durango, had I felt like this before, going to breakfast, so proof, positive something changed, between buying the ticket, to Grand Junction, and returning from breakfast . . . now deathly ill, change ticket from Grand Junction, to Missoula!  I just can't imagine making it to a destination that I am unfamiliar with, feeling like this.  I pride my self, in my health, generally, so healthy, but after being poisoned by the castor seeds, injected in to the Green Tea Bean, diet capsules, and barely, starting to feel human again, walking up to the St. Patrick's Day parade, lunch and back again, without collapsing, even having a cop wave to me--good sign!  I saw a 48 Hours, true crime show, with a woman named, Cheri . . . one of the names, Cher, that I have assigned to my wicked, big sister, Shelley, who has eyed my good name, reputation, law practice and life, children, grandchildren and all . . . hard to make up for a fucked up life, why not steal, good little sister's life?  Cops will help, and they have!  But, this bitch, in the episode, used her children, like a gang, and they were connected with the Crips, of the infamous, Crips & Bloods, much, like my sister, who has hand her sons, their wives, or alone, dependent on her for their own lives, and used them like a gang, to promote the theft of music, the theft of my house, Isaac, brings marijuana and guns, probably on parole . . . with sister there 24/7 for a year, why am I responsible for his sorry ass, that I can't stand?

Anyway, this series, that reminded me, not only in names, but in acts, in personalities, to some extent, I am now wilting flower, but nice, generally . . . but this white trash woman, which I would say, Shelley was until, she became me, and tried to force me into her trashy life, with her trashy kids, good kids, bad mother!  But this fat pig, had 9 children, Shelley had 4, 4 different dads, too . . . mine are all of the same daddy, Richard Clifton Secrist, but she had all her children taken from her . . . Shelley should have, but family stepped in with this welfare mother, until cops, family, church, took her off the welfare rolls, and put her in my name sake, saving her from warrants, jail, and whatever in the hell she was into, as well as her sons, who have been in and out of jail, mine have never been there . . . I have only been their through plans and deceptions!  But, she, Cheri, has her baby girl taken, when the baby is young, losing all her children, due to neglect.  So, she tries to take a friend's baby girl, which she fails to do, at least for 29 years, until, fate puts the two bad mother, and the baby girl of her friend together.  But, she uses the son's girlfriends, to have them sleep with her sons, to get the baby.  Vera Jo (symbolic JoAnn) hooks up, at the mother's request with Cheri's youngest son (I wouldn't do that, this is in name only) and she gets pregnant.

Vera Jo, becomes the family slave--that part applies, I make the money, they consider they are entitled to it, cases, blogs, legislation, water compacts, and whatever . . . I don't know what rock these fuckers, family, think they climbed out from under, guess they helped me a bit, when they poisoned me last time, so I owe them?  My father took $3,000 or more a month from my disability, when I was suppose to die.  And $200 million is not enough to pay for the poor care they gave me . . . truly were abusive, when I was poisoned, they just did it for the money, and they are doing it now for the money!  But, this Vera Jo, is considered the family slave, her baby she is carrying, is going to be, Cheri's, not hers, the mothers . . . Shelley has done this too, Elliot, and my other children, are her children, since she is embarrassed of her own children, stole my child's music, and now, she is just claiming them as her own!  But, after the baby is born, the family, sick, sick, sick, just want to get rid of Vera Jo . . . they beat her daily, lock her up, and eventually the boys, and another girlfriend, take her out to the railroad track, decide to kill her, cut her throat, take off her clothes, lay her on the tracks, waiting for the train to cut her up, and finish the job . . . she is with it enough, to get in between the tracks, and misses the train by 1 inch, but dies, but all in one piece.  The baby, goes ape shit, every time daddy, gets near her, sticking up for mommy.  She was adopted out!

ORANGE CRYSTALS ON COUGH FLEM--THROW UP ON BATHROOM FLOOR

Characteristics . . . flu like symptoms again!  The thing that changed, was the color of the flem, that I was coughing up, or what it looked like after it sat for a while . . . orange, and crystallized--emergency spit in a cup, on table, observed it, after a while, since I was spitting flem, all day!  Urine doesn't lie . . . I am one who knows how to read my health, through, urine color, stools, and abnormalities in bowl and excrement from the body.  My urine, had a burgundy color to it, light, but, ever so different!  I just kept getting sicker and sicker as time passed.  Finally, I hadn't had anything to eat, from breakfast to dinner, and some acquaintances, from the mission, offered me a piece of pizza, could have put another hit of poison on the pizza, because it tasted, 100% more salty, than usual.  I guess I should have been more cautious, but with each thing I did, I got sicker, progressively, until, my stomach, did what it hasn't since I was a child, or pregnant, and threw up 20 times a morning . . . but, I started turning green, and got up to run to the toilet, which I was visiting every 10 minutes, it seemed, and on the way in, barfed all over the newly mopped bathroom floor!  I cleaned up after myself, but was so sick, I could hardly stand.

I passed on the bus, to Grand Junction, and was waiting for the bus terminal to make enough money to reimburse me for the ticket, because they had to have $150 cash, in the drawer at any time.  I missed the 5:40 bus to Missoula, still not enough cash.  By night, I was so sick, I didn't know what to do, almost didn't care about refund, just wanted to get safe and in bed somewhere!  The guy who sold me the ticket, the son-in-law of Terry the manager, looked at me and wondered why I was still here?  I told him about the possible poisoning at the diner, or food poison, but given the totality of the circumstances, poisoned laced food more likely, but he said, yeah, you were not the slightest bit sick this morning . . . so?  He could tell the difference, and was a medic in the military, and made some suggestions that might help, tried to doctor me as best he could, and he did help, stomach started to settle a bit, but I was on that bus by 5:40 a.m., hang the money, I need my health . . . castor seeds, poisoned socks? caused me to itch and itch, Brooke volunteered the new socks, that I didn't ask for . . . didn't wear a second pair!  And now poisoned food!  

Poison worked back in 2000, took 8 years of my life, why not try it again, cops couldn't catch me, so let's just poison her!  I guess silencing me, took priority over their American greed, for my blog!  Hitting 15,000,000 to 24,000,000 for almost every second, on bing, gave up publishing on google, they are cheating me out of my hits, so times this by about several other search engines!  I am feeling a bit better, sitting typing my blog, in room 115, Super 8, hotel, Kalispell, Montana . . . if I expire, I want people to have a starting point, by which to start an investigation, if that isn't too much to ask for the largest heist in the nation's history . . . watched, movie, Slumdog Millionaire, what, because I am not a Kennedy, Rockerfeller, Clinton, Heinz, I can't make money . . . the Internet, is the last frontier, look a my fucking numbers, and that only tells part of the story, most of the hits are buried and stolen, or in the dark web, deep internet!  I should be a fucking multi-billionaire by now!  Chump change, or favor, frauds?  All on the payroll, so they are not going to investigate . . . Shelley's son came home from school one day, in junior high, and he said, that some popular girl told Ty, he would never be popular, Shelley told him, oh yeah, if you give $5 to each kid in school, you will be popular . . . yeah, that is her motto, and it worked, integrity, honesty, loyalty, oh, hell no, money, oh, hell yeah, even if they get the money, from the coffers of the same person they are being paid to fuck!  FUCK ALL OF YOU!  It is my money, you are getting, she didn't make it, I did!

UVA Student--Martese Johnson--Students Have Duel Residents When IN College!  ABC Cops Should Know This!  Wrong Zip Code?  Arrest?  Bloodied Face?  Come ON!

I just applied to be legal counsel, at Montana State University, before that application, I considered, the job announcement for assistant police chief, just because on incidents, like this one, involving, Alcohol, Beverage Control Cops . . . no, just control cops!  There is an investigation going on, with the Department of Justice, or the FBI, into what happened at the UVA, with Martese Johnson, who is an honor student, president, or something like that, but well known on campus, a third year student, so probably 21 years of age, of drinking age, although, it was reported that he was not drunk, blood alcohol tests showed that . . . so what was the deal?  I can only report what I heard, from the news, if I am translating it correctly, so trust what you get first hand, I was getting dressed, and going in and out this morning, but I heard that he was refused admittance to the Irish Pub, after midnight on St. Patrick's Day/Night, what is that about?  Perhaps the bar was closing, or whatever, Johnson's attorney, said, he never presented false ID, but I guess in fairness, that as the ABC cops, asked him for his ID, he gave the wrong zip code . . . which would be easy to do, since, students, generally, have two residents, or a domicile and a residence, one with their parents, which Johnson, did, parents in Chicago, and then a residence, at the UVA, so mistakenly giving the cops, the wrong zip code, the one you had used your whole life, might be more expected, than not, and the cops should know this.

Apparently, that was the cause for the arrest, the wrong zip code?  By what fucking law?  I couldn't even get someone charged with perjury, for lying on the witness stand, and as I understand, it the U.S. Supreme Court, it is okay for cops to lie on the witness stand, under certain circumstances?  REALLY?  I am glad it is not your ass on the hot seat!  But, so, a kid, from Chicago, going to school, in Virginia, accidentally giving the cops the wrong zip code, and why were they having him recite it in the first place?  Are they questioning the validity of the guy's states, driver's license division, that they entertain fraud, on a driver's license.  I don't think it is mandatory, even with the move to a new state, for a student to get a new driver's license.  I don't recall that me and my husband, as we went from Utah to Arizona, for grad school, ever changed our driver's license, we still saw ourselves as visitors, while in school, and residents of Utah, and never changed.  So, as the young man, was pinned, he yelled, over and over again, that he went to UVA, I go to UVA, I go to UVA you fucks!  I would be pissed as hell, and thank God, the blacks, are more forgiving, and this gracious young man, with students across campus, furious, said, we are all one in the community, and he hoped his wounds would heal . . . I am sure his 10 stitches on his head will heal, before the scares to his heart will!

A FELLOW STUDENT SAID:  NO MATTER WHAT WE DO, NO MATTER HOW WE DRESS, NO MATTER HOW SMART WE ARE . . . WE ARE STILL JUST BLACK!

This student, looked like an India, Indian, who said this, and how tragic, sad, and a pathetic commentary on the state of race relations in this country!  Someone on Morning Joe, news show, said, that they hoped that this incident, would serve as a time for healing, for education, for change . . . how many more of these incidents do these black students, their parents, their friends have to endure, before, the nation, who promotes due process and equal protection of the law . . . actually walks the walk?  We fucking, demand a change!  This young man, is well known, well respected, a student leaders, not in a gang, a terrorist group, but in an honor club!  What the fuck?  I would hope there is more to this story, because this is pathetic on several accounts, the Pub, with Irish, knowing full well what it is like to be discriminated against, in this country, a century ago, maybe that is why they all became cops!  But, that is my first question, why in the hell was he denied access?  Maybe he was just 17 when he entered college, and he is only 20, and you can't drink until you are 21?  His attorney, said he never showed fake ID, so what was the problem?  And smashing a face, arrest, for what?  Accidentally giving your home zip code?  What?  Really? What was he arrested for?  What was he beaten for?  Justification?

You know, this morning or last night on the news, someone stood up in the Senate, and was pushing for a vote on U.S. Attorney General Nominee, Loretta Lynch, stating that Congress was making her sit at the back of the bus, again, just like Rosa Parks, who was brave enough to sit up front, of the bus, and making the statement that Congress was just re-enforcing this mantra, from the 60's.  Senator McCain, stood up and wanted an apology from the other Senator, sorry didn't get his name, but I agree, and said, that we don't do that here in America . . . bull fucking shit!  Racism is at the bottom of both issues!  No matter how good they are, what achievements they make, how good their education and career track, when all is said and done, they are still just black!  And it is not just blacks, but every dark skinned person, Native Americans included, my friend, Sandra Ironman, she said that growing up, she was called a desert nigger . . . she lives in the mountains!  Don't you think it is time, to go for a more perfect UNION, and respect everyone? I do, college campuses, should be models of insight, equality, respect for brains and acumen, not places of violence, beatings, and disrespect, and discrimination!

WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS AMERICA!  WE DON'T NEED TO GO TO OTHER COUNTRIES TO FIGHT HUMAN RIGHTS--WE HAVE ISSUES RIGHT HERE!

Good For Connecticut--Marijuana Charges Can Be Erased!

Connecticut, is not willing to go so far as to say, that they approve of legalized marijuana, but they are sophisticated enough thinkers, to determine, that most marijuana users, are not threats to the community, and they want them to be able to get jobs, housing and not have their records, messed up for even the traditional time for expungement or record clearing.   For most felonies, someone is looking at having that on their record for 5 years, and for a misdemeanor, for about 3 years, and that is after they apply to have it expunged!  So, while the feds, still have marijuana, on the Schedule I, Substance Control list, right there with heroin and cocaine, can you imagine?  Silicone Valley, place of some of the best and brightest minds in the nation, has marijuana running rampant . . . just heard that it is high tech that is keeping the economy going, so?  Creative geniuses use it!  I have, however, seen, that some people can't handle it, but this state, has countered the negative effects of the feds, controlled substance, and made it possible to get records cleared.

The other night, I watched, the old movie, with Kevin Costner, playing FBI agent, Elliot Ness, in the Untouchables, dealing with the prohibition of liquor, the bootlegging, and the mob, imparticularly, Al Capone, who eventually went to jail for tax fraud.  But, alcohol, back in the day, is where marijuana today is, with the legalization.  Before Ness, came into the Chicago police department, he had undercover find out how many cops, were partaking of alcohol . . . almost all of them, yet they were the ones enforcing the laws, things are not different now, the cops are using it as regularly as everyone else, I got 8 cops fired in St. George, 2 on the Dixie State University campus, fired, back in 2008, for not only using, but growing marijuana in three counties, then selling it to medical marijuana states, and pushing it through drug cartels on the streets, call it job security, and getting big time grants from the feds!  But, Ness tells the cops, they are to refrain from using alcohol, during the busts and investigations.

At the end of the movie, and Al Capone and crew are going to jail for tax evasion, a reporter asked Ness what he was going to do, now that they were behind bars . . . if alcohol was legal, go home and have a cold beer!  I think this statement says a lot.  The laws need to be changed.  The cops, who also smoke pot, are just doing their jobs, continuing to get fucking huge grants, for playing the game, they all know is a loser, that of arresting and locking up, people involved in a victimless crime, with people, in my little, rights based mind, able to do what they want with their bodies, from abortion, in the first trimester, to smoking marijuana, to the right to die with dignity!  God may be easier on us, that the legislatures!  What more important property right do we have, than our own body!  Compensate us for taking away our rights to life, liberty and property, without due process and equal protection!  5th and 14th amendments!

GOV. DANNELL MALLOY--HORRIFIED BY INCARCERATION RATES!

Rightly so, when over 34% of the American adult population has been in prison, we should all reassess our laws, what is driving such high numbers, at times so far above other industrialized countries?  Gov. Malloy, and the Connecticut legislature, found that between 1985 to 2008, I believe about the time, President Obama, in a letter, called off the feds, and told them to follow state legislative leads on the issue of marijuana laws . . . Montana legalized medical marijuana, in 2004, and the raids by the feds, even after the letter from the President, raided 11 medical marijuana growers, when it was legal at 5:00 and illegal at 6:00, literally, the second the law was just rescinded for reconsideration and review, 30 people were arrested, one died while incarcerated . . . that during that time, the prison population in their state TRIPLED!  They are basically decriminalizing marijuana use, so people's lives are not fucked up, by charges and records.  GOOD JOB!  The great thing about our federalist system, of both a federal and state governments, is that we have 50 states that can act as test states for the rest of the nation, as is Washington and Colorado, DC, now.  We can see how they handle legalization, and then take the good from the bad, without putting the whole nation at risk of being too hasty, to make sweeping changes.

CVS--HEALTH OVER WEALTH--YOU WILL BE BLESS FOR TAKING CIGARETTES OUT OF YOUR STORES!  GOOD EXAMPLE!

One thing I have learned by coming to Montana, is how much cigarette smoking controls people, and how grateful, that I was raised in the Mormon church, not to drink or smoke, drugs too, sex before marriage, didn't say anything about after marriage . . . so open, I guess.  But, you are helping people at your stores, know that your commitment to their health, is not just in words only, but in actions too.  For once, corporate America, is making people's lives, worth more than the almighty dollar.  Amazingly great!

Signing Off From the Hanging Hooters Ranch--The Name of an Idaho Rancher's, Ranch, Who Tried to Pick ME UP at St. Patrick's Day Parade . . . Hang Those Hooters!  Speaking About Hooters, Monica Lewenski, Back in the News?  Bill Was Smart Enough to Take Head Over Heels!  Hillary Kicks Her Sorry, Ass . . . This is a Political Ploy, Not About Cyber Bullying, or She Would Have Done This Years Ago, 16 Years?  Don't Think So!

POLITICS, POLITICS, POLITICS!

BAD LUCK DRAWS THE IRISH! LADY GRIZ DREW TOP-SEEDED NOTRE DAME FOR THEIR NCAA TOURNAMENT OPENER . . . BETTER RECRUIT SOME OF THE TOUGH IRISH LASSIES FROM BUTTE! DOROTHY, THIS IS NOT KANSAS, AND YOU ARE NOT IN UTAH! ST. PADDY'S DAY PARADE, GREEN REFRESHING JOY! PEOPLE CAME FROM WYOMING--WE HAVE NEVER DONE ST. PATRICK'S! AWESOME! WE GENERALLY JUST HAVE A DRINK IN A CLUB, BUT THIS? WAY COOL! HELENA CHICKS WITH CAMERAS, EXCITED TO BE IN BUTTE TO CELEBRATE WITH THEIR IRISH NEIGHBORS, DOWN THE ROAD. BAG PIPES, KIDS DANCING THE IRISH JIG, COWBOYS, WITH GREEN CHAPS, GREEN CLOVERS IN THEIR COWBOY HATS, ST. PATRICK GRACING THE PARADE GOERS, BLESSING THE DAY AND FORGIVING US FOR THE SINS WE WILL COMMIT TODAY, TEAMSTERS, ELECTRICIANS, NORTHWEST PIPE . . . BUDWEISER, BEER FLASKS TOPPING PARADE ENTRIES, IRISH MEN AND WOMEN, RAISING ONE TO THE BLARNEY STONE . . . BANDS, HORSES, MEAN LOOKING TEAMSTER MASCOTS, GROWLING AS THEY PICKED UP PARADE PARTICIPANTS, CARRYING THEM EFFORTLESSLY DOWN THE STREETS . . . AND A GOOD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL! NOW THE GOAL FOR DRINKERS, IS TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE CROWDED BARS, AND OUT AGAIN, TAKING A BREATH IN BETWEEN DRINKS, PARTY IS ON!

No Color More Refreshing Than Green!  It's Everywhere!

From the crack of dawn, the house was hopping with Irish Cheer, beefy Celtic Warriors, modern day, wearing t-shirts with green skulls, kilts, boots, green and white plaid hats, of their heritage, making me wish my son-in-law, who is of Celtic origins, was here to wear his kilt, and dress in his greens, joining guys, of like mind, flavors, and bent, heading up to the parade to participate in the traditions of their homelands.  I loved seeing the bag pipers, with their kilts, masculine, strong legs, tall and proud, showing off before the parade began, and thrilled, as the green chapped cowboy, sitting outside the Pita Pit, with St. Patrick's Day specials, played the banjo, and Irish jigs, traditional folk music, while three young boys watched.  The banjo player asked the boys if they knew how to do the Irish jig, and the red-head, started to dance, and more around, as I am sure he had seen his parents, and grandparents do.  Little brother or friend, was not so sure, that this was good for his friend's image, and tried to stop him, and he danced the jig up the street, all the while his friends, were grabbing him and trying to get him to stop.  Finally, one put an arm lock on him, and got him to stop, but the alternative, was the Irish dukes, raised, in fighting Irish style . . . don't like the jig, then you get the fists, in true Irish tradition!  LOL!

From free community dinners at the Silver, of corned beef and cabbage, to Polish and Chicago dogs, being sold on the streets, my friends were snookered before the parade, tying one on, for the good times.  I don't drink, but I love a party, love green, love the Irish, the traditions, a day that you can just have fun with friends, and enjoy a different culture, with their music, customs, and good times, inviting all of us to join them. The other day, in the Montana Standard, the local newspaper, that seems to do this so well, throughout the year, at special commemorative times, had pictures, stamps, memorabilia, flags, and fun historic stuff from the Old Country, so cool, fun to read about the traditions, and connect with the people.  They had two guys featured on the front page, who had duel citizenship, in both Ireland, and in America, and I was pleased to see the Irish teach their children about their country of origin, but always teaching them to love America! Many of the Irish, like my own, ancestors who immigrated to America, came with a hope of a better life for their children, came to Butte, to the mines, seeing the opportunities to build and grow their families.  And what a contribution they have made to this town, to the state, and to the country, and we are all better for their venture to this country, the fight, the tenacity, and the true grit, it took to fight, for wages, safety, power, and protection, standing up to the Copper Kings, and I was so impressed, as the Finnish in town, more of a minority, back in the day, 500 were fired, and the Irish stood by their sides, trying to force the mine management, into hiring them back.  Way cool . . . 

Keep Your Hands Warm, And Your Beer Cold

Women making their way through the crowd, representing the International Brotherhood of Teamsters, Teamster Local #2, Bill Rowe, Secretary Treasurer, here in Butte, handed out these really festive and cool looking beer can covers, green and white, with the logo of the teamsters, two horses, united and yoked together, making them stronger then separate, and being placed over the circle of the brotherhood of teamsters.  It is interesting coming from staunch, Republican, anit-union, Utah, with their right to work laws, and protections against strikes, labor disputes, and wage wars, making it safe for anyone to cross picket lines, and get to work, to coming up to Butte, with the rich traditions, of unions, strikes, labor, wage wars, the deaths of 168 miners in one of the worst mining disasters in the nations, or the history of mining, fires, the shooting of 15 labor union leaders, the hanging of Frank Little, a union boss, and vocal leader, to a place, where people are four generation miners, and proud of it, home town proud!

Not only is the drinking environment totally different, the work force, community make up and value system different, and Butte is one tough town, and I dig it.  This morning, as I walked up to the parade, watching, trying to catch the pulse of the community, the teeming flavor of the town, the only word that kept coming to my mind, was tough!  All the old trucks and cars, beaters in some people's minds, muscle cars in my mind, with the rumble of the engines, rumbling up the streets, there is nothing gentile about this town, to me.  But, in my own way, I am one tough chick, so I dig the people, the drinking class, as one country western song sings, of the proud nature of the working class, the factory workers, the electricians, the miners, the plumbers, the linemen, and the teamsters.  My fourth husband, was a backhoe driver, and he kept reminding me that before the concrete was pored, the bathrooms, the offices, the floors, the walls, etc., came, he was there digging the foundation, making the whole building possible.  Being from a totally white collar background, and having little exposure to blue collar workers, he was a whole new experience for me, and changed my life.

I remember seeing an Oprah Winrey show, that was on, white collar women, being attracted to blue collar men.  At the time, I couldn't quite understand, it at the time, but after working with a crowd of lawyers, professors, and doctors, giving me a hard-body construction guy any time!  LOL!  You can't have two stressed out, up-tight, freaked out, 24/7 types, in the same marriage and survive.  It is much better to have the guy, who can walk away from the job, leave his 8 to 5 or whatever, and he isn't the boss, is not worried all week end about reaching a deadline, and can stop by the local bar, get a beer, come home, watch TV, go hunting, take the kids, boating, go 4-wheeling, etc.  I have become keenly aware of the differences and the benefits, to the, what would I call him, the All-American guy, who just wants a beer, loves his wife, watches the football game, coaches his kids basketball, football or soccer team, and hangs with the family on Sundays!  Here is one to the drinking class!

Throw the Indians Into the Mix, Nothing Short of the Wild, Wild West!

There are seven Indian Reservations in Montana, my friend Sandra Ironman, has been filling me in on the workings and nature of the Indian Nation, fascinating.  She is as proud of her Native American Indian heritage as the Irish are theirs, and the two cultures, almost started the American Indian Wars, this morning at the Butte Rescue Mission.  Sandra, says that the white man, took two tribes that hated each other, and put them on the same reservation, hoping they would kill each other off.  I don't know if that is true, but that is her take on it.  Sandra is my age, or one year younger, she is 59, just got out of the hospital, in Missoula, where I met her, and she has connections and relatives all over the state, meeting up with many of them, in her brief stay in Butte, being surprised to see friends from Billings to Rocky Boy Reservation, and beyond.  

Sandra, unlike myself, is thin, agile, but she is still, just out of the hospital, and in the woman's dorm, at the mission, she wants a lower bunk, in this bedroom of 8 beds, 4 on top, 4 on bottom.   A local, Irish gal, is younger, thin, and sleeping on the bottom bunk, due to another lady leaving, who had previously been their, and had a broken leg.  So, for the last three nights, Sandra, who does have somewhat of a spoiled Indian mentality of entitlement, and proud as you can get, has made increasing demands for the bottom bunk, but without prevailing.  So, last night, she was complaining about the cold, the bunk, this and that, deciding to sleep sitting up in a chair, as a martyr, sort of, but starting to get on a Washington chick, hard girl's, nerves, who works in the mornings, and needs her sleep, and who is also very vocal in support of her friend, keeping the bottom bunk.  So, Sandra, decides to make a bed on the floor, but she is complaining about the cold, the lack of blankets, which she had been told to just get a few more from down stairs, which she didn't do, on purpose, I think.

So there is this escalating tension, between, this Irish chick and the Indian . . . a preacher came and taught the scriptures, as is generally the case, each night before dinner.  Sandra, being of the native spiritual bent, started talking and being somewhat rude during the service, and the Irish chick, told

 her she had no respect. The one thing I appreciate about Montana, is that the people just tell you what they think, and that is it, you can deal with it, or eat it!  I am still coughing my guts out, and decided rather than to wake everyone up with my coughing, I would go in the common area, and try to sleep sitting up, which seems to be better on my cough, after taking cough medicine, drops, sleeping pills, etc., none of which seemed to help.  Sandra, said again that she was cold, pissed, and couldn't sleep . . . I put my extra blanket on her, but that didn't seem to satisfy, and her and the other Washington chick got into it.  Whatever!  I understand both sides, and always try to be reasonable and get along.  Sandra, follows me into the common room and goes into the bathroom, where she thinks it is warmer.  But she starts doing this Indian thing, pounding her hands on the floor, and waking up the babies in the next room, married couple and three young daughters!

One Bath vs. Four Showers!

Irish, Washington, friends, pissed and tired, come in, start bitching about Indian chick, I just listen . . . Washington chick goes into take a shower, and Indian chick looks out, shuts the door and turns on the tub water . . . over sized, and must take all the water for the upstairs, water heater!  Washington chick comes out of the shower, yelling, no hot water . . . Indian chick, bitching out white chicks.  There are several couples or families up there trying to sleep, and I am just sitting on the couch trying to keep the peace between the warring factors, a rare thing, really, everyone gets a lone, marvelously for the circumstances, but the Indian chick is spoiled, a princess, I guess, and pissing everyone off.  I am friends with both, and see that both are being both, reasonable and unreasonable in what they are wanting and demanding from the other. Families are now getting up and into the fray, as is the quasi-staff, pregnant woman!

I was raised in a family of 10, and I was the early riser, and the one who loved warm water, and took a shower each morning, until all the hot water ran out, before anyone was up!  I had not problem doing it either.  I hate cold showers, and love to hog all the water!  So, I can see both sides.  If you have the ability to steal all the hot water, from some  . . . wow, the Irish party is on, two amazingly dressed to the hilt, Irish, celebrators, just walked by me, looking so cool, amazing, with their red wigs, total green, and everything Irish, I am getting to see what everyone is talking about . . . proud white chicks, that are hassling you, why not, she was being tag teamed!  LOL!  There are other Indians, a family, way cool, and kind, not entitled, and have integrated a bit better than Sandra.  I kept, reminding them that we are all under strained circumstances, and some have been sick, so do no harm, should be the order of the day!

I felt like a referee, just keep the fighters a bay, with them throwing punches, and not backing down, but not getting into fist-a-cuffs, either, luckily!  Believe me, the girls are as tough as the guys, just a bit, less likely, at least to go after it, for a while, but up to any challenge, that may come their way.  Sandra is threatening to flatten the Irish chick on the streets of Butte, and get the Washington chick fired from her job.  I reminded her, that if she wanted a bed without much trouble, don't fuck with jobs, because she is on her way out!  I told her I might be gone by Wednesday too, so just chill and work with them.  She didn't seem interested in any one's bed but, the Irish chicks!  So the morning went.  We all got down stairs, and I don't play favorites, nor do I take sides, just try to talk sense into the various factors.  But, finally, Sandra, with several of her Indian friends, she thinks are going to take her side, says, hey, we need to get all the Indians, meet in North Dakota, and plan a strategy, to take this country back, and behind her hand, she said, pen all the white people and shoot them!  I looked at her, and said, hey, that is not cool.  Some other guy, spoke up very diplomatically, and said, we all share this country together, you are free to go anywhere you want in this country.  She said, yeah, on the reservation.  I reminded her that Indians, had duel citizenship, they are citizens of the Indian Nation and of America, entitled to all the protections and whatever.

They Do Throw Out Trouble Makers!

Sandra, after all was said and done, said, I heard they are going to throw me out.  I said, I warned you last night, you just can't come in, and make trouble everywhere and think you are going to get away with it.  I said, like with the preacher last night, you may not be of that religion, many are not, but just common courtesy, would dictate that you respect the man, and either don't come for the religious services, or at least, sit and listen, giving them the respect they deserve.  These places are quit forgiving and here to help people, not put them in the worse situation than they were in before coming there, but people need to not be their own worst enemies, and it is them who really is to blame if they do get kicked out.  There are roughly 50 or so people in the mission, including staff, who need to get along, and that takes patience and skill, and they really do well with it, so someone who is like a fly in the ointment, and makes trouble for everyone, has nobody to blame, but themselves, when they get kicked out!

After warning Sandra, who really is nice, for a day and a half, she finally, looked at me, and said, I don't know what I am going to do, if I get kicked out?  And you are just worrying about that now?  You would think at some point in life, that you start to live beyond the moment, and realize that what you are doing now, effects, not only the rest of the day, but next week, next month, and a year from now, with consequences, attached.  When you hit the mission stage of life, you are pretty raw, and need to be careful, because, you literally can, end up out on the streets!  I told her to be very apologetic and remind them that she is right out of the hospital, and doesn't have anywhere to go; however, she seems to have people she can turn to, at every corner!  But, just in case, plan B is not there, you better make plan A work!  We will see if she is still there when I get there tonight!

Party is in Full Swing . . . Three Cop Cars, Lights & All, Racing to the Rescue!

Mission and shelter people got game . . . they are a little different, than your normal folks, riskier, more raw, and more adventuresome, I would say.  This morning, I kid from Idaho, came in . . . he looked CIA, but, whatever, I suspect everyone.  But he talked to me about the upcoming Big Foot Conference, we shared stories about films, sittings, and claims of seeing Big Foot.  To me, anything is possible, and I think life is more fun, thinking that creatures, like Big Foot exist.  We talked about Area 51, to secret government testing grounds, just outside of St. George, where UFOs and aliens, have been allegedly seen.  He told me about his tails with the government, but as I did my natural interrogation, a God-given gift, the more I pressed for his issues, the more he backed down, and said, his were nothing like mine!

You can fool some of the people, some of the time, but you can't fool me all the time, and generally, I can smell the truth, especially when it comes to government shit . . . you better know your shit, to pull it off.  I think he realized he was in a different league than he planned on.  But it was fun batting around wild theories and ideas with him.  He said, he was just going to hang out and take a nap in his car.  He will probably disappear, into the day or night, all you need to do, is put the real thing, next to the fake, and it is easy to tell, who the real and fake are.  Unsuspecting people, may believe him, but he is too, vague to be giving me the true story.  We'll see how long he lasts.

May the Luck of the Irish be With YOU!

HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY!

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SEXY and ASLEEP . . . SHOULD I TAKE ADVANTAGE?

Not quite bedroom eyes, or bed hair, but close enough--I wondered where James Kennedy was all night, missing in action at the Butte Rescue Mission, all day, and into the night, failing to check in.  I don't stalk, track, or follow my prey, LOL, but I do like to keep tabs on him, and miss him when he is not there, at least to share dinner, or watch as he walks, rather shuffles, now days, on crutches, across the mess hall at the Mission.  I didn't see him at breakfast, check in or later.  The last I saw him, he was sitting next to me at dinner, and acting very bummed out about his leg, said it was kicking his ass . . . the one that got shot or broken, when he slipped on the ice--he blacked out, so, I am not sure he knows what happened.  Again this is one of those, too bizarre to believe stories, but taken in the context of my life for the last few years, and given the obvious, attraction, whether we speak or not, it is in the air, and not hard to detect, even if Nick is not here to make heart shapes, from across the dining room, when he sees us together.  Some couples try hard to show their passion for each other, kissing and doing all kinds of PDA, public display of affection, but we are about the opposite, a look, and brush of the hand, a peace sign, a smile, not much and not obvious, especially, since he got shot, that is my call, a threat of murder . . . and a brave heart for hanging in here.  Many a man, who has been attracted, with much less to scare them away, will run, leave, avoid, once they see, that I am serious when I say that four men I have liked in the last few years, have ended up dead.

With me, it is enter as your own risk.  He asked me the other night, sore, from the last time I left, without telling him, that I was leaving, why I left without telling him, a bit, more cautious with me, than he had been the first time he met me, a typical guy on the hunt, the pick up lines, and all.  I think he realizes he is playing in a different league, a dangerous one, and may not come out of this one alive.  I told him, that I knew, last time, before leaving, that the signs, were evident to me, that he was in danger, and once again, I get punished for, doing what . . . hurting powerful men, the keeper of hearts, the payback for leaving them, or just what, but they are intent on making sure that I never enjoy love again, if they have any say.  This is a lover's triangle of majestic proportions, going way beyond the love of a man and a woman, but the love of professions, loyalties, allies, enemies, and a 20 year cold war, taking one of their warriors, is forbidden; therefore, to violate their trust, is to die.  Amazing but true.  The stakes are high, the risk high, a zero sum game if you will, that I am in, whether I want to be or not, just the way it is.  So, I don't take it lightly, when I see, James sleeping, at the bus station, maybe leaving, for good, tired of this tragic game, that may never be a win/win, but just a continuation of more misery, for both heart, mind and body.

Perfectly Parsed Lips . . . Come Closer

At first, when I saw James, casually, reclined in the chair, head against the wall, definitely deep in sleep, probably out all night, like an alley cat, on the prowl, tired from whatever the hunt was last night, an easy score with seedy women, tattooed and pierced, or a bottle of Jack Daniels, his mind was not on the Mission or me, which is fine, given the situation, easier catches are to be had, but I was going to walk up to him, like a friend would and kick his feet, like a library cop does in the Salt Lake library, when patrons fall asleep.  He looked so peaceful, I just smiled and looked over at Sandra, who is joining me on my morning ride around the valley to watch the sleepy town wake from the night thrills of Friday night . . . she is Native, and she, being a quiet restful soul, seemed to smile in understanding, that it was best to let him sleep.  After a pit stop in the restroom, I decided to gently, push him to wake, to make sure he wasn't leaving town, like he has indicated were his desires for the last week.  

I approached him, put my hand softly, on his arm, crossed behind his head, that was leaning on his hands, against the wall, with his head back, eyes closed, but his mouth, his mouth, so perfectly formed for a kiss, just a small opening, like pink silk, soft and subtle, as I moved nearer, to feel his breath on my face and mouth, caught the beauty of the man, with a more peaceful look than when awake, relaxed, at easy, calm, and the creases and wrinkles, on his face, all but gone.  I was just inches away, and my hand on his arm, seemed to make little difference, and he didn't seem to notice it, but the proximity of our lips, faces, and my eyes on him, gave me a rare, moment to get a closer look, at this man, who is usually, on the run, in and out, getting coffee, going for a smoke, heading this way or that, checking on his tramp camp, biker haven.  So, to see him still, quiet, and peaceful was a blessed moment, and a chance to get a good look at him, up close and personal.  The real thoughts of the moment, didn't really come to me, until after I decided to leave him to his dreams, his rare peace, and a drunk like state of sleep, after an obviously active night.

As I crossed the room, to join Sandra on the benches waiting for the morning bus, I picked up a magazine, with a woman, with my coloring, blonde hair, blue eyes, and pink lips, and on the cover it said, Come Closer . . . I was somewhat taken back by the title of the magazine.  The thought came to mind, and the access to the kiss, that perhaps, he was more awake than I thought.  Did he see me, through the cracks of his eyes, come close enough to feel his breath, on my face, almost close enough to kiss?  Who knows, but that message and the solidifying thoughts of his lips, so accessible, I almost regretted not just almost unnoticed by him, pressed my lips against his, and tasted of his essence, without the threat, the fear, the game, the should's and should not's of whatever we are in.  I worried about the surveillance tapes that would be running across the lobby, did they catch the feeling, the draw, the pull, the temptation, or did they just record, a woman, trying to wake a man, a feeble attempt at best?  The picture of his perfect lips, are with me hours later, a lifetime later, ummmmmm, never notice little thing like that much, but I did today.  Generally, I would say, whatever, but not today.  With him on my mind . . .

I Picked a Bad Time to Be In Love, a Bad Time to Be in Love

I just did a pit stop, and this was the oldies, moldies song on the radio, and what song could be more appropriate?  I swear . . . as I struggled yesterday, in fact for two days, to get an online application, for a legal counsel position, at Montana State University, off, with tons of interference, hackers, erasing my cover letter and letter of intent, twice, and tried to stop the third edition of the cover letter, saying there was "0" bytes, to email, even from being attached through email, interference that is a common thing, since, I am suppose to be dead, and how do you explain, someone you may have known for years, the fraud, juxtaposed against the real person, with all the experience, passion, connection, and relativity to the jobs, that the fake had only claimed to have, but never earned.  That has got to be a terrifying thing for the fake bitches, who have stolen, not only may name and identity, but everything that entails.  So, what the future holds, who knows, and James?  I am sure he doesn't trust me, after taking off last time, although, in silence, he seemed to understand and get the implications of what had happened and why I did it . . . not intending to hurt, but intending to preserve, thus the warning.  Scary shit, to say the least.

Anyway, after the bus ride this morning and tripping out around the valley, thinking of waiting lips, sexy face, and very relaxed body, the driver, answered my friends, questions about Our Lady of the Rockies, trying to dispel, at least my misconceptions of what brought the monument on the mountain.  I had heard three different versions, of the creation, of the statue.  She told us that there was a film at the Our Lady's Shop at the Butte Mall, that should answer all our questions . . . way cool!  So, after the ride, I had her drop me off at the Mall, and immediately went to the shop, to see what took place back in 1985.  After seeing the film, crying all the way through it, my vision of community, society, the world, coming together in this effort, of loving arms of a mother, bringing the feeling in the community of being a family, encircled in the arms of love, just was too much for me to take, and I succumbed to crying alone, since, I was the only one in the small theater, showing the video of the raising of the monument . . . and wow, was it inspiring, especially, knowing some of the struggles this town has had, after the mines closed down, going from one of the hottest places in the country, to barely surviving, this was a testament to the people of Butte, the tenacious spirit, and the drive, in spite of sickness, limits, and struggles, they seemed to pull of an engineering feat, that marvels many to this day, using the skills and know how of the miners, to erect this 90 feet plus monument to women, mothers, from around the world, a rare recognition, for sure.  I told the bus driver, that I had had 4 husbands, and I don't think that one of them liked me half enough to erect a monument to me!  LOL!

The Fight in the Irish Made This Happen!  LOL!

I have read in the local newspaper, hints at the political atmosphere of the locals, that everything is a fight, and the bus driver, eluded or rather just point blank said, the people in this town, fight over everything . . . I am nor sure of the context of the conversation, but it reminded me of some of the things I have read, people on the county commission or the city council, asking that people just try to work together, and get along, so they could sincerely serve the people, rather than spend all their time fighting over the issues, rather than working together to get the problems solved, and issues handled.  But, as I watch the film, which started with a man, who loved his wife, who had a terminal illness, and he wanted to inspire her to fight for life, and promised her that if she would fight and live, he would erect some type of statue for her . . . he envisioned, a statue about 5 feet high, and placing it somewhere, either on his property, or up on a hill.  So, how this thing exploded from that to the 90 statue, that stands higher than Lady Liberty, gracing the New York harbors, I don't know, other than, being pissed off at the nay sayer's, who scoffed at the thoughts of such an effort.

The husband, started talking and he had a small, statue of a lady, who looked much like the Mother Mary, with her hands stretched out, and the more people looked at it, the more, they thought that might serve as a model for the Lady of the Rockies.  But as one town member donated $2,000, another would donate $1,000, and finally, somehow, the pushers of the project, found a family who owned some property up on the mountain, near the Continental Divide, who took little more than an afternoon to decide to donate the property to the cool project.  Again, I am not sure, but this evolving effort, turned from one husband's love for his wife, to a memorial to all women, inspired by the Virgin Mary, and growing to include all the women of the earth, so cool, since there are few, such statues to women, anywhere in the world.  And what was even cooler to me, was the fact, that the men, just kind of all pitched in, volunteered their time, efforts and equipment, bound and determined to see this project through!  The women had to sacrifice the time without their husbands, but this thing just took shape, as one man, the sculptor, who had never done something like this before, said, it was as if Heavenly hands took over and he was just a tool, in the hands of divinity, creating this monument to women, worldwide!

Much Like the Statue of David, Michael Angelo, Said David Was Already There, He Just Was the Tool to Unveil Him to the World

How do you look at a piece of rock, and see the statue David?  The work of art was already in the rock, the artist just had to chip off the extra rock.  That always amazed me that Michael Angelo said that, but at times, as I have written blogs, that seem to be of significance, and I start with the idea to write one thing, and as the blog progresses, something totally different starts to happen, not necessarily from within me, but within the blog itself, the connections that my mind makes, and remembering stories, examples, that I hadn't thought of for years, is almost a spiritual experience.  That is the way this man who made the design of the statue sounded.  In fact at one point, he said, he could not figure out, how to carve the details of the hands, or some part of the body, and it was just like, an unseen hand took over and did it for him.  From that point forward, he said, the work was not his, but he was the tool.  I get that now.

Divine intervention seemed to be the order of the day, almost every step of the way.  I can't remember how much the entire statue weighs, but it is 10s of tons, and the helicopter that the National Guard used to fly each of the six parts of the statue to the top of the mountain, weigh more than the capacity of the copter.  I think the capacity for each flight was about 10 tons, and one of the pieces weighed, at least 15 tons, so they were testing the capacity of the machine, the pilots, and the people standing on the foundation, hooking the pieces together, one by one.  At one point, the largest and heaviest piece, got blown in the wind, into a spiral, death spiral if you will, spinning out of control, almost pulling the helicopter down with it, with one of the hands of the lady, getting caught in the last piece that was laid.  Remember this was put up there in December, and Butte, can be colder than a witch's tit!  But, that run, the pilot, took the piece back down, to ground zero, and got his nerves and the metal part steadied.  And luckily, there was a nice, big sky, sunset, that winter night, and they were able to connect the part, with many eyes, binoculars, TV cameras, and even President Reagan and Nancy watching, having commissioned the National Guard to help with the efforts of Butte, in this project.  Anyway, it is truly an amazing story . . . unfinished though.

Goal, To Put A Tram From the Base of the Mountain to the Lady

Right now, as it stands, tourists, have to take a bus tour up to the monument and chapel, which right now, takes about 2 hours.  If the tram is set up, they figure that it will only take 5 minutes, at a straight shot up the side of the mountain, making it much more accessible to all, locals and tourists.  When you want to see a ton of things in a town, you need to limit and economize the visit, and so this tram would make it more fun, less timely, and with a small cost, to get people up to the Chapel and the Lady.  I am sure that you can find the foundation, Our Lady of the Rockies Foundation, on the Internet, or you can contact the Butte Mall, and send donations to help with the tram.  Again this is a monument to motherhood and women, one of a kind in the world, and the world should see it.

So if you feel so inclined, to make a donation, to see this tram and other aspects of the monument expand, contact one of these entities and they will be more than glad to take a donation on behalf of a woman you love and care about.  The bus driver and her husband, each year on his mother 's birthday, write a small thing for the newspaper, to commemorate her birthday and life, and every night that someone does that, the lights are turned on in the Lady of the Rockies.  Everyday, in the newspaper, Our Lady is called on to bless marriages, anniversaries, birthdays and deaths.  It is fun to look up on the mountains each night, and see the huge woman, lighted on the mountains, blessing the people down below, in the valley.

The Men Jumped for JOY!

It was fun to see, this monumental effort being pulled off and recorded on video tapes of the news.  The men, literally jumped up in the air, just like little boys, celebrating this modern day engineering feat.  They cried, hugged, congratulated, loved on each other, and joined in a circle of prayer.  It was funny, because, when you deal in the world I do, of spooks, spies, undercover cops, you always wonder who you are really with, is their story a cover, or is it the real thing.  His James from Kansas, or is he really a local boy?  When I first met him, he mentioned something about a ranch outside of Butte?  There is a sign, on the way down to Walmart, that says, Silver Bow Hearth & Home . . . older bow's hearth and home?  Maybe . . . but in the prayer circle, there is this guy with hair just like James, which is unique in and of itself, joining the men of the community, a long hair, in with the other men, thanking God for the safe mounting of the statue.  Questions, questions, questions . . . or just imagination?

The Story of the Lady Of the Rockies, Is Inspiring, Awesome, and Amazing . . . Check Out the Film at the Mall, Free, or You Can Purchase the CD from the Shop, or Online, I would think, Among Many Other Fun Memorabilia of the Event!

Tax Write Off . . . Good Cause!

Have a Blessed and Cherished Day of Rest Tomorrow!