OH MY DOG! WASH YOUR HANDS--GENIUS! BIG DOG WILL SAVE YOU MONEY! WICKED FAST! DEFIANCE--KILLJOYS! TURN: WASHINGTON SPIES. CRAZY HEALTHY--IMMUNE FROM VENOM! FAKE, FRIED, FROZEN . . . THOSE LITTLE GOVERNMENT DOUBLES, CIA ASSETS, WHAT A JOKE! KNOW YOUR HEART . . . HALT & CATCH FIRE! GIVE'N Y'ALL A CHANCE FOR ONE WEEK; YOU CAN USE MY BLOG, THE ONE I HAVE HAD TO FIGHT FOR OWNERSHIP SINCE THE 3RD WEEK WRITING, BACK IN, 2013 . . . IF YOU CAN BELIEVE IT, TOLD THE NSA WAS SHIT . . . GET YOUR OWN AUDIENCE, TO WRITE WHATEVER YOU WANT, THE COURT WILL BE THE READERS . . . CAN'T U, WILL LIKELY BE THE JURY RESULTS! TREATMENT FOR A NASTY BUG! TIME AT THE POSTING AT BURGER KING, TURNED FROM 12:02 PACIFIC TIME, BACK TO 11:15 A.M., TO MOUNTAIN STANDARD TIME, AT TACO JOHNS! THIS HAS TO BE ON AUTO PILOT, TO BE THAT ACCURATE . . . I WENT THROUGH EVERY SEARCH ENGINE, AND ON AT LEAST ONE OF THE VERSIONS, PUBLISHED 3 TO 7 TIMES, TO BLOCK THEM FROM MAKING IT LOOK LIKE IT WAS POSTED IN, SANTA BARBARA, WHERE KAY IS LIVING, ALLEGEDLY, ACCORDING TO THE UTAH STATE BAR ASSOCIATIONS RECORDS! GOTCHA! SHE IS PROBABLY THE ONE PUTTING THE ADS ON TOO!

Walk Yourself Beautiful in Grand Funk Junction!

Man, I thought that Durango Community Shelter and the Manna Soup Kitchen, sitting atop a huge ass killer hill, had a built in exercise program . . . Grand Funk Junction, puts you guys to shame . . . the Homeward Bound Shelter, is about 30 blocks from the public library!  I guess we can say that GFJ is a bit larger than Durango!  I thought, I can walk that far, no problemo, we are out of the place by about 7:30 a.m. and don't return until 6:00 p.m., which I think is a good idea, because you get shelter and mission groupies, who bug the shit out of the staff, make me worried about my stuff I hid, so I didn't have to carry my life in my purse, one of the big pluses for me--my purse is deceiving, while looking like a normal purse, in it really the black hole!  I have my computer, office supplies like pens, business cards, cell phone, sometimes money, ear buds for my computer, my Walmart Money Card, whether it is reloaded with cash or not, 3 pair of underwear, three shirts, wearing 1 of each, socks, one on my feet, and two in my purse, make-up, lotion and perfume, a mending kit for my black zipper hoodie, with wholes in it . . . shows the wear and tare of the last year, constantly on either my back or around my waist, without a day, that I don't use it, either in the library, because walking there I got sweaty, and now in air conditioning, I am chilled, or a freak snow storm, or pounding rain, like happened, yesterday, in Grand Junction!  So, being able to unload some of that stuff is a nice relief.

One of the sad, discoveries made while at the Roaster's Cafe and Expresso, typing my blog, was that, low and behold, some of the government poisoning stooges, Mary and Bobby, showed up, on the payroll, to drop the jet black, evil ink of lies in the shelter!  I first met this alleged travelling hobo show couple, at the old Poverello, in Missoula, Montana, where Mary, a former women's prison guard in UTAH!, with a brother who molested her for 16 years until she married an abusive man to get out of the house, being raised in Butte, Montana, a prison warden in Billings, Montana!  I could tell she was a pain in the ass, and thinks she can literally throw her weight around, once a cop, always a cop, either fist fighting or pushing some other resident in the shelter, or writing them up like you would in a prison situation!  Mary counts on her younger brother, to get her out of sticky situations, now that she is retired, because she has so much shit on him, from years and years of sexual assaults and abuse!  And she thinks he is going to run for attorney general, ah, no, you have to be an attorney to do that . . . or governor, not as long as I am alive!  And I am sure that is one of the reasons, the cops keep bringing these butt fuckers on board!

You see, the CIA, FBI, Mo geniuses, have me covered from state to state, shelter to shelter, with goons who either have charges pending, or just need money, which is all of them, myself included, thanks to the geniuses, that under estimated me, being female, fat, or whatever, just like the male attorneys and judges, clients, whom I used to climb on, to claw and scratch myself to the top of the legal heap, just to be clawed back down, by professional jealousy, and jealous siblings, and bitchy, lame ass, average female attorneys, who would fuck the boys club to get just a chance and playing my lead role in this government drama! LOL!

Aside from Mary and Bobby, her silent, but deadly partner, dirty biker lookin' dude, who just flares his nostrils at you, and gives you those beady eyes of his, but, without much to back it up, but posturing and bad ass biker image . . . not surprising, since I ditched the planned sheriff and cop, raid at the Durango Shelter, by ditching out the alarmed doors, at 4:00 a.m., probably a short hour or two before I general get out of the place, with Zach on the payroll, and in on the planning of this special op, if not an agent himself, knowing damned well, I had made a shelter break!  LOL!  I am not in prison, and I am free, white and over the age of 21, therefore, more than able to relinquish my bed, and book it out of there at any damned hour I want, which I did, but that would have alerted the genius dumb asses, that they better get someone on the bus to track my ass, and say that I was the fake, fried and frozen chicks, the government hookers as Lady G would call them and me too, both of us divas and rock stars in our resprective rights!

I think the gals, who also live their own lives, doubling up on mine, the only one I have, and they are trying to bury me, make me go away, silence me, kill me, and if they can't do that, put me in some fucking federal detention center, without charges, hearings, and an end date, like when hell freezes over!  Grow the fuck up and get some real balls, for god sake!  This is entire bull shit . . . like I said, the more money Congress, states and cities, throw at the cops, the dumber, lazier, and more shoddy the police work.  Like, a, a DNA sample from me and my four kids, almost routine in any investigation, would not have revealed, what I want, but what they were afraid of . . . that yes the kids, you were told were cop kids, are actually MY kids, ah, yeah, like in Elliot Taylor Secrist, bass guitarist, aka Jimmy Hendricks, incarnate!

You know the one who was one of the brain children behind, God's Revolver, music and lyrics, the great western epic, that was originally stolen and marketed by the Mormon mafia, through their worldwide network of government agents, missionaries, and members!  Yeah, that Elliot, the Red Jesus . . . whom you have now, I believe, used your brainwashing techniques to take him from a very grateful, loving son, to a fucking NSA cop! or some other flavor of you assholes, creating him in your god-damned images, when he has my soul, my training, my goodness, and my values system, you would turn him into an FBI agent, Female Body Inspector!  FUCK YOU!  Stop fucking with MY family!

There Is No Crime, Torture, Punishment Great Enough, for What You Fuck Heads Have Done to My Family!  This is Not a Game . . . And I Am Not Rachel!

Let's me count the ways how, absolutely stupid, you god-damned fucks are . . . let's see, Rachel is either 5'11", roughly, with size 11 feet, huge ass, fake boobs, fake teeth--mine have a gap in them, platinum blonde hair, dark roots, longer hair, thinner, and dumb as a door knob, at least last time I spoke to her, which was I believe somewhere around the third debate with Mitt Romney and President Obama, when her son called him a Muslim, and Rachel called him the devil and evil . . . and they refused my offer, to sit down and watch the debate to see what President Obama was really like . . . Rachel said she gave up politics, when she went, allegedly, to one Sarah Palin rally, and then her and McCain lost, so that is it . . . I still wonder if Rachel, who looks very much and totally acts like Sarah Palin, with dyed hair and glasses, the two could be more than sisters!  LOL!  And either, you know about the switch, the fraud broads, or you are as dumb as a door knob too!  And you want over an $80 billion budget, when you can't do, what most eye witnesses could do with their bare eyes?  Really?  

While allegedly we look somewhat alike, we don't talk, think, act, do, anything alike!  She is the shopping queen, and you can't get me in a store, even at Christmas, because it bores the fucking shit out of me, always has, mindless . . . a Sara Lee truck with the words, "Nobody doesn't like Sara Lee . . . great, elect her to office, fuck her, have her do your Christmas shopping, but just don't make her ME FOR GOD SAKE . . . that embarrasses the hell out of ME!  I am a god damned great attorney, replace with the HEADLESS MOOSMAN, or Rachel . . . Kay and Shelley are bad enough, Sue makes me puke, and so do Kelly and Hope, Rebecca, yuck, I don't respect any of them, even Tiffany who bought into this game shit, to get money, makes me want to vomit, the one sister I had hope for . . . 

NSA Must Have Just Rolled Out of Bed With Their Whores . . . I Am Getting Interference!  Had I Been Left Alone, I Might Have Been President!

You know what, anyone, put under the pressure that I have been under for the last, at least 15 years, having to fight, scream and battle to even breath, let alone, get credit for what I have done, for the kids, I raised, for the trophies I have won, for the cases, the legislation, the blogs, and what not, and just been allowed to climb the natural progression of some one with my background, experience, education, family, credentials, and yes, fucking, good looks, even now, but back before I was targeted, poisoned, trashed, locked up, beat up, without as much as a damned parking ticket . . . Kay got the ones in front of the Office of the Administration of the Courts, back when the alleged, geniuses, her and Brett, had my Toyota Yaris, white, repoed, at Brock's establishment, not at my house where I told Stephen Miller, to pick it up, because it was literally a piece of shit lemon car, just like the sour grapes, Kay, and fits her, and probably worked great, when she got it and was pretending to be me, ah, with brown eyes . . . I think her hair had been dyed!  

You are so stupid, intelligence community, either part of the solution or the problem, because you play with wigs, contacts for eyes, and shit like that disguises all the fucking time and you can't again, figure out the difference between me and Kay?  Equally as easy to any half wit, she is fucking 5'4", and that should about do it . . . easy to the untrained eye, let alone, the alleged trained . . . fire JoAnn S. Secrist, aka Kay and hire the real JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., extraodinaire!  Do something to fix this . . . Female Body Inspectors or FBI!  Your image has gone down, far worse than MINE . . . hell, mine will take a mere few months to fix, yours a lifetime!

At this rate, your witnesses, your credibility, your veracity as being somewhat believable, are about as much so as Office David McIntyre, who when I had him under cross examination, in a preliminary hearing, in front of Judge John Walton, for and on behalf of Travis Braun, bought, purchased and sold out, in the Cedar City, 5th District Court, interrogated him about the raid on Travis's townhouse in the Meadows, I think it was called, but Haylee Cheek, lived just around the corner from him, and she and Shane, my other, of the three Plaintiffs in my $56.7 million civil rights suit against Iron County's world, and part of the mafia, Mo's that is, driving this assault on me . . . but, I grilled Mc, at the time, or maybe he had been demoted by that time, after we caught him, on recorder, breaking in Shane's house with Fritz and Wade Lee . . . wow, I know a lot about these cases for not having surveillance, access to the court documents, etc., but . . . I grilled the former narcotics task force leader, for a fucking 78 minutes, on the witness stand, having not even reviewed, Travis's files for a year at least, if not more, because I fucking did it all myself, no partner, no assistant, no secretary . . . I know these cases, Brock's included, like the back of my hand!  

But, at one point, after remembering the Officer's sworn statement, and at the time, when Iron County cops ruled the roost, in the county, I asked, McIntyre, how many cops, SWAT, narcs, fire fighters, etc., invaded my clients, house the day, they used their new toys, flash bangs, to blow all the glass windows and doors out of his new townhouse, that his brother built, and now he was managing for his brother, with allegetations that the heat lamps that were being used by Travis to grow, edible plants for his other brother's landscaping company, were allegedly, marijuana plants!  The Mc, attacked by, me, said, like a smart ass, but one who was about on the verge of tears . . . said, somewhere between 2 to 50!  I said, in open court on the record, if your testimony here, and your oath and affirmation, in your report, is as accurate as your, not close at all, estimate, of between, 2 and 50, then, your honor, we can discount his testimony and this case should be dismissed.  Judge Walton, turned to the Mack and said, Officer, your testimony is borderline perjury.  I piped up in court, and said, for the record, Your Honor . . . I would not call him that today, . . . but, I said, he is bold faced lying!  John Walton, who shouldn't even be an attorney today, said, Ms. Secrist, that is not helping!  I like to call a spade a, spade . . . he was bragging in his report, that he had 50 officers in on the raid, coordinated, orchestrated, and obviated by him!

It is funny, that the only evidence left on my record, are the bad things, but this is not even a bad thing, for that fucking lying piece of shit officer, who used his position to intimidate and get revenge on Travis, before I met him, for doing his own, civil rights suit, against the officers, all six of them, who tasered him, while he was having an epileptic fit, on the grown, and beating the hell out of him, calling him a piece of shit, after he had been pulled over for a routine traffic stop and field sobriety tests, 5 of which he had already passed, asking the officers to turn off the lights to the three squad cars, then passing out, with 3 other officers, coming to join in, one turning to the other cops and his own dash camera and telling them to make sure their cop cameras are turned off, before they moved him from the streets over to the side of the road, and proceeded to kick the shit out of Travis, who was gasping for air!  

Ferguson, Baltimore, move on over, Cedar City's finest are coming on board!  Oh, I started to say, check the bar complaint that Officer David McIntyre filed against me after I grilled him for the 78 minutes, that he got a recording of and sent to the bar, for me battering him while he was on the witness stand!  LOL!  I believe my friends at the bar, just laughed, and thought, she is doing her job, maybe a bit more aggressively, that most of her female counterparts, but, she is doing her job, none the less . . . I think my house had been taken by that time, truck's engine, transmission and oil filter, plus the front end of my truck's suspension and nuts, screws and bolts, sabotaged by Iron County cops, of all shapes, sizes and colors!  I don't think the bitch squad would claim that one, they are fucking all the cops!  LOL!  I would rather kick their asses than suck their dirty dicks!

Girls, Girls, Girls . . . You Can Get the Image Boys to Help You If You Want . . . But, I Am Going to Turn Over My Precious Blog, With a Billion Readers To Your Sorry Ass Poor Writers Hands . . . For One Week, You Can Write, Present Yourselves as ME, Your Dream Come True!

When it comes to the work side of being me, not the fame, not the adoration, not the camera shoots, not the accolades, and the stump, dumb speeches, where you can, possibly, pull off being me, but right here, on the Internet, in the blog, you have had access to from the third week, you get it, totally, I will not, and I promise . . . and for me that is binding, will not touch it for a week, which will kill me, because I have a ton to say, and love to write . . . but, I want the readers, who might have met one of these bitches, masqarading as me, and want you to know your heart, in your heart, who is an is not JoAnn S. Secrist, not the FBI, female body inspectors versions of me!  

Have at it team, hey, you even have a published writer on your staff, Kay, who has had all pictures, books, as far as I could find, in doing my evidence check on the fucking cunt . . . I think they have cut all her boring ass writing about, anti-Mormon shit, while she is in the documentary, aired in the UK on, March 27, 2012, after stealing my case, and having the Mo's, non-judge, Waddoups, Clark that would be, terminate my case, double docket it, and have you forge my name, on the $357 million lawsuit, that I created, that just happened to get nationwide recognition, unlike any case, you can point to you fucking dumb ass fake attorney, I saw you in court with Greg Erickson, 15 years my senior, your ass was fired and I had to fill in and stay up all night writing a brief on a motion, that I fucking won, without being either a trial attorney, at the time, nor having done much with civil cases, and covered the sorry, ambulance chasing, lack of ass, you are!  LOL!

I was better than Kay our of the shoot, of my typo, and Intel Man, God, said it was Shelley, who forged, not Kay, both one in the same, operating as must extensions of me . . . put all the bitches abHave out 6 or 7, and they can't do ME!  LOL!  Chris, my oldest son, who was beaten to hell, financially and legally, not to mention his heart, and love for his step-son, Donny, might have also been inducted, they break'em, then make'em . . . all my kids are worthy of old school, FBI or CIA recruits, and would act like old school, not some fucking body inspectors, and the winner, gets to be the attorney!  Woman are like Mitt's, binder full of women, when asked for suggestions on whom or what women he might appoint to his cabinet if I can remember correctly, but an asinine answer, for sure, but, for the culture he was raised in, RIGHT, SPOT ON! But, Chris said, mom, stop worrying, all they would need to do is to put you in a debate with these women, he is too nice to say bitch, or was, and they would know the difference between you and them . . . problem is, they would never, never, never, ever, ever, ever, do that, because they know I would eat them alive, thrash, trash, and beat them into a bloody pulp, of course figuratively speaking!  LOL!

I Am Going to "Halt and Catch Fire"

I Never Give My Blog, More Than 24 Hours For Readers To Catch Up!

In Your Heart of Hearts, You Will Know the Writer of This blog, I the One on Vacation . . . And, Staying at the Homeward Bound Shelter, in Grand Funk Junction, Colorado!

P.S., if there still is a decent member of the local FBI, who is into verifying statements and checking the facts, before siding with the most beautiful body as attorney, lol, what a joke, but Randy Silinner . . . sorry can't read his writing, is staying at the Rescue Mission on 6th Street, and for the NSA, who might just want to use their section 215 tools, to actually prove, what I am saying, rather than the Mormon Mafia's cover story, you can check the owner of the cell phone, belonging to 970.317.3169, to verify, who this dip shit is . . . could be one of yours.  He kept saying he had been a preacher for 20 to 30 years, and was making a million a day, just like me, on his TV preaching . . . probably being paid to look crazy and trying to hang out with me, thank God, they only took men, and I was able to ditch this asshole, who was trying to pick up on me . . . I can verify the numbers, I doubt he can, or at least I can, until the NSA part of the MO Mafia, reads my numbers on a new pop up site . . . too much of a good thing, spills over, somewhere else on the Internet!  LOL!  But, lwt the truth be known, the numbers are astronomical and were back just months after I was writing, that is why the NSA helped monitor and steal my writing, from, none other but the WRITER!

P.S., #2, MYHABIT shopping ads are on badass con law chick blog . . . which I never authorized, see the Mo Mafia, is trying to make it look, like the one writing this blog is a shopper!  LOL!  When oldest, daughter, Greta, started junior high, back when I lived in Provo, Utah, married to Richard C. Secrist, check my credit cards, before I was divorced and got my own, while up near campus more . . . but rather than going shopping with my daughter, I gave her the credit cards, and dropped her off at the mall, and she brought back about $400 worth of clothes, which I promptly made her take back, and she admitted that she almost lost the credit cards, bad idea, but that is how bad this JoAnn S. Secrist, a serious woman, an, while not an attorney at the time, back in about 1988, or there about, I thought shopping was for dim wits, and I still do.  And after I took the Utah State Bar, it was over the same day as my 20 year reunion for Bountiful High, even Kay, and Bart, her high school, flame and my boyfriend, in law school, tried to get me to go to the reunion, but I opted to take Elliot, who had to be patient while I was studying and taking the bar, so this was a reward for being so good, as he always was . . . not sure after the propoganda and brainwashing of the family, to his child, who used to bring me Mother's Days, on how grateful he was, and that no one, had a mother as cool, who would drive him and his band all over, and sit in the car, while the youngsters, went to some back yard concert, somewhere in UTAH!

But, when Elliot and I got to Bellevue, where, my old, sister, I used to like and be close to lived, with her then husband, Chris Hickey and her 4 kids, not my four, even though, she has two girls and two boys, I have two girls and then two boys, she had every other one, girl, boy, girl, boy!  And her kids ages are about 10 years behind mine . . . I had 4 kids by the time I was 28 years old, Rachel started her family at about 28 years old, and I am 7 years older.  But when I came after taking the bar in 1993, with Elliot in tow, he was about 10 years old, Rachel said, I know what to do when the other sisters come visit, take them shopping to Pike's Market, or there was some little boutique type place, nearer to her . . . we did take the kids to Pike's Market, because they had fish throwing and stuff that both me and Elliot would like . . . but she said, I don't know what to do when YOU come . . . I said, just sit and talk to me!  We used to have fun, gossiping about all the sisters.  Not any more!  VERY SAD!  I didn't do this . . . they did!  I would not have trashed them, like this . . . but, they just would not leave me alone, top the theft, until they were too deep into stealing Elliot's music and my resume and ID for Shelley, then it came down to a choice between sisters, as if they had the option of giving me away!  Like due to them poisoning me, my life was up for grabs?  Hell, NO!

Have A Blessed and Holy Sunday, Get A Day of Rest!  Jesus, Jesus, All My Hope Is In YOU!

I have fucking ads on all my top hit sites, versions, bad ass con law chick, badass con law chick, bad as con law chick, bad con law chick . . . this is total bull fucking shit, and I want all search engines to take the fucking shit off, and if the NSA, FBI, CIA, over financial crimes, you will charge, arrest, hear, and prosecute these fuckers, this is not their fucking god-damn blog . . . I have the proof, right on the off shoots of this blog root, and I will sue if you don't go after them criminally, as you should!  Stop defending criminals!  THIS IS YOUR FUCKING JOB!

HOME OF THE BLUE BALLS SUB, ROASTERS CAFE, GRAND JUNCTION, COLORADO; IS THE SKINNED BUNNY STILL ALIVE? . . . DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE! HEAT ON MY ASS IN DURANGO, DOUBLE ROLLED INTO TOWN, SO COPS SETTING TRAPS FOR MY ASS, THE REAL CHICK! WHAT'S NEW? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING . . . THEY NEVER GET ME! LOL! I CAN ALWAYS TELL WHEN THE LOW DOWNS, GOING DOWN . . . COPS PARKING DOWN THE STREET FROM MCD'S, CREEPING BEHIND THE FIRE DEPARTMENT, BY THE RIVER FRONT WALK, GOING UP ADJACENT HILLS, PARALLEL WITH MY WALKS, LIGHTS OFF AND ON ALL NIGHT, ODD, SO I BOOKED IT OUT OF TOWN, STARTING AT 4:00 A.M., AND HIT THE DUSTY TRIALS BACK TO GRAND FUNK JUNCTION! LOL! THE DRIVE ALONE IS WORTH IT, AMAZING, GORGEOUS, LUSH, INCREDIBLE, AND OFF THE CHARTS BEAUTIFUL! THE SAN JUAN MOUNTAINS, TELLURIDE SKI RESORT, COWBOY PRAYER PICNIC IN RIDGEWAY, JUST ONE HELL OF DRIVE FROM DURANGO TO GRAND JUNCTION! I WAS SHOCKED TO FIND THAT THE UNITED STATES LISTS 4TH FOR VISITORS, AND FRANCE IS NUMBER ONE? WHY? IT IS OBVIOUS, THE WORLD DOESN'T KNOW WHAT NATURAL BEAUTIES AWAIT THEM IN AMERICA . . . ADC, ANOTHER DAMNED CASTLE! EUROPE? ONE OF MY WORLD TRAVELLING FRIENDS, WHEN ASKED WHERE HIS FAVORITE PLACE ON EARTH WAS, AND HE SAID, FISH LAKE, UTAH! I PARK MY RV, BUILD ME A FIRE, CATCH ME SOME FISH, AND BBQ THE CATCH! I AM RIGHT THERE WITH YOU, DUDE . . . GIVE ME THE GREAT OUTDOORS, STARRY, STARRY NIGHTS, THE PINE TREES, A FRESH STREAM, AND THE ADDED EDGE OF A BEAR OR MOUNTAIN LION VISIT TO CAMP! I LOVE IT RAW! NOT MY BEAR MEAT, BUT NATURE! OPEN SPACES THAT WILL BLOW YOUR MINDS! COME ON OVER TO THE U.S. OF A.! WE DIG COMPANY!

If Blue Ball Subs Don't Work for Your Palate, Try the Testicle Festival, Missoula, Montana . . . Forget Those Minuscule French Portions of Food . . . Come To Meat and Potato Land!  Get Your Gut and Gullet Filled in the Wild, Wild West!  Take a River Trip Too!  FUN!

So, again, how in the hell did I end up back in Grand Junction?  How do you think?  If you have read much of this blog, you will know, that first and foremost, the local cops, in any town, the sheriffs in any county, and the highway patrol cops, too, don't want me parking my bad con law chick ass in their town, when they are all Patriot Act boyz, partial to arresting your ass without charges, booking you, without giving you a phone call, refusing to get you to the arraignment on time . . . thought I was going to say, to the church on time--no that is for a wedding, this is for jailing and nailing me, without due process or equal protection under the U.S. Constitution, just because I am the nice little, constitutional law attorney that I am . . . a public trial?  What is that under the Patriot Act, I will get an indictment, by Judge Alone, forget representation, even if you chose to do is yourself, and a public trial, hell no, the public, still believes in the Constitution and don't know what the hell the Patriot Act is or their tactics, and that jury trial of your peers, forget that shit, they may acquit you and find that we are about a billion times more guilty, worthy of the death penalty, and you, being worthy of a billion dollar settlement!  We simple, cannot have any of that!  PERIOD!

The Patriot Act babies, raised on shit, not raised right, working in a work environment with no grounding in reality, in law, or in the Constitution, are used to having their way with people, like me, who think they can actually kick the cops in the ass for violating people's civil rights!  Imagine them being held to a standard of excellence, they have not seen for 15 fucking years!  That is how I got in Grand Junction, in Durango, in Butte, in Missoula, in Helena, in Vegas, in Kalispell, and all the other places I go for protection, even if it is only momentary, for a few days of rest, or maybe a week, and at a long shot, maybe for a month . . . three years of this, bull shit, unconstitutional, unlawful, illegal and criminal acts, from the Patriot Act boys and girls. 

I was in Telluride or just outside of the ski resort, this morning, and picked up a travel magazine, and the first article I paid any attention to started with the name, some will recognize, but I look it as symbolic, as I do everything, as those readers, who follow this blog know . . . and it started with Dizzy Gillespie.  Now to most of you, that will have no meaning, doesn't connect any dots, or give you any insights as to what happened when I left Durango, this morning.  Okay, here is how my mind works . . . if any of you were following the news, last year at about this time, from that thriving metropolis of Bunkerville, Nevada, when the BLM, a government agency, the Bureau of Land Management, under the Department of Interior, was going to remove Cliven Bundy, a local rancher, who had not paid his grazing lease for some 800 head of cattle for about 20 years, so the BLM, were going to round up his cattle, take them to Utah and sell them on the cattle auction.  Clive Bundy, his supporters, who are members of the posse comotatis, an old fashioned term, dating back to the Civil War, with connections to the county sheriff, being the number one law enforcement entity in the area, with Bundy and boys/girls, recognizing the sheriff and his authority, only, and the sheriff in Clark County, Nevada, home of Senator Harry Reid, former Senate President, is Sheriff Jim Gillespie!

I would say, that, from my Intel Man, God, that me leaving town, unexpectedly, at his instructions, with me waking to the abnormal lights, that seemed to be a signal of some sort, from staff to the cops, who had been creeping around the streets near . . . song on . . . so glad you made it, give me, give me some lovin' . . ., hanging at the shelter, with a guy from the shelter, talking to me on the bus, and saying, I was wondering why the cops were hanging out, everyday, lately . . . he had been their a month, and noticed a drastic change, and I told him that I had been there at the shelter for about 10 days, and he said, so it was YOU, I was worried that it might be for me, but I had been their for a while!  LOL!  I hope the fucking town and county cops shops, are left with their heads spinning!  They got another shot at me, and failed!  LOL!  You see, I was given a bed, until June 6, tomorrow, and these fuckin' chicken shits, that know, if given my rights, they will get their fuckin' sorry asses fried by a real jury, so their goal is to give me a sucker punch!  Take me out while I am not looking!  Big bad boys as they are . . . LOL!  Then, take me out, and either kill me, or lock me up in a federal detention center, for terrorists and treat me, not like a citizen, on of WE THE PEOPLE, but like a rag head, and that is not to fuck with legitimate foreigners, but to show the obsurdity of these fuckers actions, making no distinctions between me and them!  Good God!  Please God, burn their sorry asses, in HELL!  Like the Apostle Paul, who was a Roman citizen, when the Roman guards wanted to kill him, like they would non-citizens, he demanded his rights as a Roman, and they had to give it to him!

But these cops, not reared right, are probably part of the Mormon paid mafia, using their badges, guns and cars or SUV's for Mormon shit, not city or county shit, doing their jobs, for what they are getting paid to do by the tax payers in Durango . . . but, hell, don't I know, that the most prominent building as you come over the mountain from the Fort Lewis College is a Mormon stake house, that sticks out, like a sore thumb, stuck up someone's ass!  I noticed a Mormon Church the second I pulled into Grand Junction!  However, in sign and symbol, as you drive up by the Durango Cowboy Church, there is a purple sign that says, Junction, which is a compliment to you, Grand Junction . . . not a red town or a blue town, but a purple town, and for several days, I wondered if I should be going to Grand Junction and getting the hell out of Durango, that I do love and enjoy . . . time to learn more about Grand Junction, bad taste from bunny bitch client and her asshole boyfriend, Hope and Paige!  Hopefully, they took off last time I came to town and trashed their asses and sent them scurrying down the rabbit hole where they both belong!  They should be charged with theft of services, plus $20,000 that was stolen from me, by the Mo judge--not worthy of the title--giving my shit to the fuckin', lying Jewish attorneys--Hope's Jewish husband, was told to come to Utah, that the Mormons would protect him, and they did--Mo's are adopted into the 12 Tribes of Israel--charging $850 per hour . . . and I tried to help you?  Really?  Fuck you bitch!

Dizzy and the Boyz, Mo Boyz, Must Have Not Liked My Story of Daisy Duke Outrunning the FBI, Driving Iron County Sheriff's SUVs!  LOL!

Cops need to stop this, Unified Police Force, under the Patriot Act, trying to operate, like on entity, rather than the balance of power, that was intended under the United States Constitution.  If you all rise together, you may all fall together too!  From what I can gather, from the general population, the trends, from the clergy to the college students, we are all fucking sick or you shooting, looting, and denying people their, lives, liberty and property . . . the very things that you are suppose to be protecting the citizens from losing!  The Patriot Act, has, in fact, created, monsters, of greed, avarice, gluttony, pride, arrogance, and murderous liaisons . . . exactly, what the founding fathers, were declaring independence from in England.  I heard a preacher from a community council in Cleveland, Ohio, where there was a chase by cops, after a husband and wife couple, who fled, probably a warrant or something led them to leave, and by the end, their end, with about 22 bullets each in them, and 63 cops chasing them, unloading 168 rounds of ammo, into their 1960 something car, before they stopped, and realized that the cops were just shooting at each other, and the couple was completely unarmed, and the cross fire, was not the couple, but cops, shooting back and forth!  All were acquitted . . . but he said, that after a peaceful march of the community and clergy, that people are trying to come up with ways to re-knit police officers back into being part of the community!  What a sad statement, when so many people used to like cops . . . I don't know of many who do anymore!  I sure as hell don't!

What is Most Sad . . . Is the FBI, Has Gone from Being Respected as One of the Best Law Enforcement Entities in the World, and Now the Culture in the FBI, is More Akin to Female Body Investigation!

I wish I had been the one to come up with that replacement acronym!  But I was not, I saw it on a show, that was about the FBI . . . a truly regrettable commentary on the state, of, not only the FBI, but the CIA, as seen in the recent, dismissal, firing or stepping down of General Petraeus, or General Betrayus . . . now he is being charged with espionage, because he mistress, alleged biographer, was given access to his emails, that contained confidential information!  I think he got some token fine, and that is it . . . and we want to hang Hillary, at least her partner, was a former President!  My personal opinion, on section 215 of the Patriot Act, which to me, has made these agencies, lazy, sloppy, and shoddy, having metadata surveillance or cyber cops, in the NSA, probably with the same philosophy and goal, easy jobs, with high pay offs, through asset forfeiture, wow, now even FBI secret spy planes, so we can steal more and more assets of people who know it will take as much money, time, and energy to pay an attorney, go to court, and fight to get their property back . . . even as an attorney who got tons of shit stolen . . . pay back from 17 years earlier killing cop and prosecutor's legislation, which then spread to 27 states, reform measures to take the incentive out of police work . . . THEY ARE BACK, now somehow, the noble FBI cleanses the thefts of property, without due process, so the local and state cops feel vindicated still taking 80% of the looting and plunder!

I am serious, if Americans don't start screaming about this, you may be next . . . greed doesn't dissipate, gluttony starts to come in!  Under the Patriot Act, you are not still dealing with the old police, FBI, CIA, who were actually noble, had integrity and did great and amazing police work, and provided constitutional protections, due process and equal protection . . . those days are long gone!  They now, have become the culture of don't ask, don't tell, wink, wink, nod, nod, doing during working hours and on tax payers' dime, Female Body Investigation . . . ask me, they are fighting for a pair of fake boobs, to take my place!  LOL!  I don't think she would trash your asses like I would and that fits your lame ass, idea of what a good little woman should do, shut the hell up, spread your legs, and let us have our way with you, we don't want to know what you think, unless you tell us, what big strong, handsome, bad ass, hero cops you are . . . barf!  Now wonder they can't deal with me!

Salt Lake City, Utah . . . Salt Lake City, India!

I thought this was so ironic, that there is a Salt Lake City, India . . . part of the Mormon/Muslim take over of the world, polygamy . . . as the recruiting factor!  Actually, this came to my attention, on the Rachel Maddow Show, MSNBC, talking about a provider for the lethal injections, medication, or whatever, sirum, used to kill people when they are on death row.  There was some guy in Salt Lake City, India, that was manufacturing this stuff, and was willing to provide it to Nebraska, I think, but the FDC, or the Food and Drug Commission, or it may have been the DEA, the Drug Enforcement Agency, who said, that is was not legal, and therefore, Nebraska, could not get their stash from Chris in India.  But, I did find it ironic, that about three or four years after the DEA, stopped them from importing this lethal drug, that the state of Nebraska was contacted by Chris again, and he said that two other states were getting their medication or lethal injection stuff from him and would they be interested again?  I found that symbolically, very interesting, two Salt Lake City's, one the headquarters of a church that has polygamy as a doctrine, if not in actual practice, but in their current scriptural doctrine and teachings, for later, in the hereafter, and India, with men being able to marry 4 wives . . . there are a lot of similarities between the two religions, both have prophets, polygamy, would either literally or figuratively strap bombs to themselves . . . etc.  Both with goals to convert the world to their way of thinking . . . blending?

When I had my horrible broken leg, with five bones, and shattered ankles, on my left leg, I was down town, one time and some, guy from India picked me up and said he would give me a ride or make sure I got home. Which I much appreciated, that was, until he told me he wanted me for one of his wives! WHAT!  He was getting a Ph.D. from Utah State University, and thought that I, being an attorney, would be a nice addition to his family, and his daughters would benefit greatly from being taught by me, learning English better!  WHAT? I said, and at the time, was more active, while hating polygamy all my life, I belong to a church that doesn't believe in polygamy, in fact, the state of Utah, did at that time, that was handled and taken care of unconstitutionally by the brethren, made it a condition for statehood, that the Mormon Church, make polygamy forbidden forever!  He said, that is why I became a MORMON!  WHAT THE FUCK!  I have met other men, since that time, who actually, did come into the Mormon Church, for polygamy . . . the good ones didn't practice it, because their wives rejected the doctrine, as they rightly should have!  It is illegal!

Mormons, Muslims and Montana!

It amazes me, that when Mormons get involved, how fucked up the law gets, the Constitution is null and void, and there is this consorted effort to circumvent the Constitution, that finds polygamy, to be one of the twin relics of barbarism, slavery and polygamy make up the twosome of barbaric and archaic traditions, yet we find, more and more connections being made between the two . . . I think, I am seen in the slave class . . . my masters, family, faith and state, who hate me, have determined that everything I make, money-wise, belongs to them, and my son, is an indentured servant also, because I killed cop and prosecutor legislation, stopped the theft of doctors' property and later, defended financial planners money and property, from confiscation by the state and federal government!  And now, after Montana got, Mormonized or Utahized, now, what was considered unconstitutional, the water compact, is all of the sudden, A OK!  What changed . . . the dark money funneled to the Indians?  A personal vendetta against me, with the Republican run or controlled legislature, believing that Sue, or Shelley or Rachel, the Mo versions of me, was actually in favor of the new revised water compact . . . a spade is a spade, is a spade . . . treaties are unconstitutional for states to make with the Indian Nation!  That is the jurisdiction of the federal government!  

What the fuck is going on . . . is all rational thought, all constitutional acts, all federal, state law changing to a MO versions, a Muslim version, a theocracy, rather than the secular society that was formed to make a MORE PERFECT UNION?  Do you agree with the Silencing of JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D.?  You better be careful, because, it is like a slippery slope, pretty soon, ALL WOMEN WILL BE SILENCED!

All Rational Thinking Individuals, If I Am Right, Better Be Hoping and Praying to God for a Female President . . . this Bull Shit it taking root, and growing!  The Utah attorney general, allegedly under corruption indictment, as he was charged, but he is a boy scout, so, we haven't heard anything about him or his hand picked man, who is also under indictment . . . campaigned on controlling polygamy, and all he did was facilitate it!  And then he said he couldn't prosecute polygamy, because now there are Muslims living in Utah . . . Our Country, Our Laws!  Ditch 3 of your Wives!  Can't have them here!

P.S., Let's stick with old fashioned blue balls and testicle festivals . . . all done in fun, but polygamy, silencing women!  They call it the slippery slope in law, if you allow this, then where does it stop?  Blocking my blog, from the billion hits, taking the money, deciding how many people, get to hear my first amendment rights, is just as much a violation of my and your first amendment rights, and blocking my speech in general . . . America is a FREE SPEECH Zone, go to fucking INDIA, you fucking MO's

HOT FOR THE TEACHER--DROP THE ACT (PATRIOT) . . . "WE THE PEOPLE" ARE THE FOURTH BRANCH OF GOVERNMENT, SO TO SAY--WE ARE THE BALANCE OF POWER FOR CONGRESS, OUR ELECTED REPRESENTATIVE. STUDIES HAVE SHOWN, THAT 70% OF ELECTED OFFICIALS, ONCE ELECTED, ONLY CARE ABOUT BEING RE-ELECTED TO OFFICE; THERE IN IS THE PROBLEM, BUT ALSO THE SOLUTION . . . DON'T THINK YOUR LETTERS & PHONE CALLS TO YOUR REPRESENTATIVES, OR VOICING YOUR OPINIONS AT TOWN HALL MEETINGS DOESN'T MAKE A DIFFERENCE TO YOUR SENATOR, CONGRESSMAN/WOMAN, LEGISLATOR, MAYOR, COUNTY COMMISSION, CITY COUNCIL, AND SPECIAL SERVICE DISTRICT REPRESENTATIVE! I CAN'T TAKE DOWN THE PATRIOT ACT WITHOUT YOU--MY GOAL SINCE IT WAS PASSED! TO PROVE MY POINT, THAT ONE PERSON CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE, MY GUT IS TELLING ME, THERE IS SOMETHING UP WITH THE MONTANA SALISH-KOOTENAI INDIAN WATER COMPACT, BECAUSE--GOD'S INTEL, MOVIE DANCES WITH WOLVES ON, PUTTING ME ON GUARD, ALERT . . . SYMPATHIES FOR INDIANS, BUT MY JOB AS AN OFFICER OF THE COURTS, A LAWYER--IS TO UPHOLD THE LAW, THE TREATY, THE AGREEMENT THAT WAS MADE IN 1855, ESPECIALLY AS A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, HAVING TAKEN THE OATH TO DEFEND, PROTECT & PRESERVE THE CONSTITUTION--DATED BEFORE THE TREATY--STATES CAN'T MAKE TREATIES, 4 TIMES, IS A DUTY AND RESPONSIBILITY, I TAKE EXTREMELY SERIOUS, AND ALL OATH TAKERS SHOULD TOO--THIS COUNTRY WOULD BE RUN RIGHT AND HAVE LESS CONFLICT IF WE ALL DID, LET LITIGIOUS, LET COSTLY, NO NEED FOR DARK MONEY IN POLITICS. HEY, BUT WHO AM I TO TRY TO FIX THE COUNTRY, GET IN BACK ON TRACK? JUST A MEMBER OF THE U.S. SUPREME COURT BAR, AND 3 OTHER BARS! AND I AGREE WITH PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE, HILLARY CLINTON--"IT TAKES A VILLAGE TO RAISE A CHILD" TO BE A GOOD CITIZEN! THIS CONNECTS WITH A GREAT INCIDENT THAT TOOK PLACE AT THE DURANGO BOTANICAL GARDENTS, OVER LOOKING THE ANIMUS RIVER AND A WONDERFUL WALKING, BIKING AND RUNNING TRAIL ALONG THE RIVER . . . I WOULD SAY ONE OF THE PRIDE AND JOYS OF THE CITY! ALONG WITH THE DURANGO TO SILVERTON RAILROAD, THAT I LOVE TO SEE SMOKE STACKS AND HEAR WHISTLES EACH MORNING, BECAUSE, I KNOW THE TRAIN IS COMING, LOADED WITH HAPPY RIDERS! I TRUE PATRIOT, I SOMEONE WHO HAS A LIFE TIME COMMITMENT TO THE BASIC PRINCIPLE AND CONCEPTS THIS COUNTRY WAS FOUNDED ON! NAMELY CONSTITUTIONAL VALUES!

The United States Constitution, Is Power Of the People, For the People, By the People . . . Get Involved!

WE THE PEOPLE, created the government, they didn't create us!  PERIOD, and often our government leaders, elected officials, cops, prosecutors and judges, fail to remember, that they work for us, the tax payers, and they are to adhere, within reason to what we think if important, the way things are suppose to work, and what rights, privileges, freedoms and liberties, that they are to protect for us, and sometimes from us.  If you look back at history, the pilgrims left Europe, in hope of religious freedom, and a better life; eventually, they formed governments, while still under the crown of England, they formed local governments, that them spread into state governments, but taxation without representation and all the other grievances, that the colonies has with King George and crew, were driving them to revolt, and quickly.  

The Declaration of Independence, short as it is, an easy read, especially, since we, in America, with the shadow government, competing for our country, the Illuminati, Mormons, Masons, CIA, to some extent the FBI, NSA and DIA, plus the 40 some odd, spy agencies, we don't even know about, are competing with the issues, problems and grievances, that were addressed to King George, back in 1776, but cloaked in secrecy, deception, and the dark web, where these entities operate, conspire and collaborate, they seek a different path that you and I . . . therein lays the problem with the Patriot Act, to whom are their loyalties, and to what is their allegiance, for it is not of AMERICA, nor its value systems of rights, freedoms, liberties, accountability, or rational thought, serving American citizens, but creating secret FBI surveillance planes, programs that are not used on terrorists, but on citizens, and most telling of all, is who their target are, and why?

The Patriot Act, if applied to terrorists, terrorists cells, foreign enemies, is great, I am all about it and all for it; however, when it is turned on great Americans, who have shown, through every word they write, every case they file, every act that take, to be, full blooded, Americans through and through, but being targeted by the Patriot Act, fucks, there is a problem for me, and there should be fore all members of the class of WE THE PEOPLE!  The executive branch under this act, has gotten way out of control, and we expected our elected officials, to do something about it, and through logic, rational argument, and appeals to the basic tenants and principles this country was founded on, wanted them to vote differently than they did on Monday, extending the programs that are so controversial, and have proven, without a shadow of a doubt, that they have no specific instances, where there is a single case, that these programs deterred, some terrorist attack on this soil.  But, I on the other hand, having been a target of their insidious and unconstitutional act, when applied to U.S. citizens, have proven over and over again that they have caused much suffering, loss of property, real, personal, and intellectual, and through the pain and suffering of being taken out of my way of life, my profession, taken away from my family, children and grandchildren, through the confiscation of my property or chasing me, sabotaging my vehicles, and threatening my safety, liberty and life, on a continued basis, without due process of law, nor equal protection, and even participated in stealing my identity, giving million dollar cases to even non-attorneys, stealing legislation, both verbal testimony and written, dubbed over presentations, and done all in their power to SILENCE THIS ONE VOICE!

I Can't Take the Piece of Shit Act Down Myself . . . One Man, One Vote!  How Can I, Knowledgeable as I Am, Put Pressure on Your National Representatives . . . I CAN'T!  If You Love America, Like I DO, You Have To Get Involved!

You see, if there is no ramification for not voting out the Patriot Act, or letting it sunset, then, with all the pressure from the President, and other members of the executive branch, who use there unconstitutional tools, to get sloppy and lazy on their jobs, collecting huge pay checks, getting perks and benefits that the average American will never get, having access to steal, the property others, through spying on them, or denying them jobs, property and access, because they have access to cell phones, or computers, which are the tools, we the people use to get jobs, houses, apartments, cars, etc., and those are exactly the target pieced of equipment that these programs give cyber cops, and their federal, state and local counterparts total access, spying capacity too, then, anyone, who is at odds, with their secret agendas, they will go after and I am one of the lucky ones!  Many of the people you know who were activists, that have died in car accidents, or freak heart attacks, or by strange diseases, or through embolisms, etc., may have been considered government subversives and taken out!  Re-think some of the suicides, that were actually homicides, think, think, think, and I think you will find the Patriot filth all over a ton of people and their alleged, strange deaths, that were actually, as in my case, poison, and I have not been hit once or twice with it, but at least 4 times . . . I am just more aware than your average Joe Plumber, since I already lost 8 fucking years of my life to these CLOWNS!

Just yesterday, on the Rachel Maddow Show, MSNBC, she had a run down of all the Soviet or Russian activists, who had been killed as of late . . . poison, hits, assassinations, strange accidents . . . I believe that there were about 12 people, the Russian are just more open and let people know that it is because they oppose Putin, or they are fighting for things that may even resemble, the rights that we as Americans, have taken for granted, but should not, because this Act of Treason, the Patriot Act, is a ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE!  You need to stand up for your rights, fight for them, and defend them . . .USE THEM OR LOSE THEM!  I have done my part, I have given you stories, cases, deaths, that are up close and personal to me, so I turn this piece of shit, legislation when turned on Americans, over to you, to do something about!

Solutions to the Patriot Act

Just like Congress tried to rescind or un-ratify, move to strike the Act, much like the Affordable Care Act, or Obamacare, taking a vote on it, some 40 or 50 times, unsuccessfully, the Patriot Act, too, comes up for votes, like it did the other day, or you can get your representative, Kansas, Senator, Rand Paul, and a presidential candidate, was the SHINING STAR this last go around, but even he can't do it himself!  He can through friendship, reaching across the isle, through pressure, through "I'll scratch your back, you scratch mine" voting for another Senator's pet project, maybe sway a few, but it is YOU, THE VOTER, WHO CAN CHANGE A SENATOR'S MIND!  And you must, or we well turn into England, with fucking 17 security and surveillance cameras on every lamp and light post, traffic stop, etc.  Or we could be South Korea, with surveillance cameras in the restrooms and you are ticketed, if you fail to wash your hands!  Or we could make President Obama a dictator, and he can just openly kill people like me, who opposed him on the Patriot Act . . . America does the same fucking thing that Putin is doing, we are just more stealth, due to the tools, Congress or the Senate just voted to extend and expand, on MONDAY!  WAKE UP AMERICA . . . you are in a whole new world!

• every elected representative in Congress, the House of Representatives, elected or re-elected every two years, so they actually are more representative or have to answer to the people more often, are a great starting point, and the Senate, with elections or re-elections every 6 years, so a bit more removed from the people, and not having to face them as much, are still there to represent YOU, the VOTER!  But they all have home pages on the Internet, with little text boxes, allowing you to write them an email, right on the spot and then send it, usually limited to about 10,000 words, which for me is not enough, but for most people is plenty of space.  The White House has a similar program for the electorate to voice their opinions . . .  YOU vote, colleagues don't for the candidate!  So?
• personal hand written letters work.  When I was a new Utah assistant attorney general, my boss, said, the doctors, are doing an end run around our reporting laws for domestic violence, do something, as he ran to check on another piece of legislation.  I had a class in law school on the legislature and the only thing I remember learning from the class, is, if all else fails, write the committee a letter!  I am a kick ass mean letter writer and was concerned about the victims of domestic violence, so that is exactly what I did . . . and that was it . . . to my surprise and my boss's delight, the letter was so convincing to the health committee of the Utah legislature, that they put the bill on the consensus calendar, meaning, there is not further debate on that bill, it is DEAD!  That one letter shot down, high priced lobbyists, and the battle was over!  Later I was offered a job from the Utah Medical Association, with the docs, hating me, for more than that letter over the years, and the director said, We would rather pay her to be on our sides, rather than have her be against us!  LOL!
• if you think you have to be an assistant attorney general to make a difference, think again . . . my daughter, Nicole, who lives back in the Washington, D.C. area, got involved in some local issue, and wrote her county commissioner, and within a few days, his staff contacted her, and offered her a job, and she got to work on issues, the one she had written on, but also on many more, and Loudan County in Virginia, is one of the wealthiest counties in the nation, and had a budget, probably larger than the state of Montana, and my beautiful, very political daughter, rocked the job, and did so many of the same things that I had done, working in the administration of the Utah Attorney Generals Office, which is also a political office, working with the public.  Later, after the county commissioner wanted more and more of my very competent and confident daughter's time, working only part time while her kids were in school, wanted her more and more, her husband and her, had been contemplating home-schooling their children, and I think, my son-in-law, George, wanted to see his wife more, especially at nights, so he sold her on home schooling my two grand kids, Yuri and Gracie, smart as their two brilliant parents.  But, Nicole, wrote to her representative in Congress, and said that home schooling parents ought to get a tax break, seeing that they spend around $4,000 per year per child on supplies that the public schools don't need to spend on; therefore, it is the parents who should get tax break . . . he also wanted Nicole, based on her smart letter, to help him, with a growing population of home schoolers in his district, to help him write and try to pass legislation that would give home schooling parents a tax break . . . she knew, once she was schooling her kids, she was not going to have time, at least during the days to do much, but he wanted her to stay in contact.
• remember . . . in general, all good ideas, come from the grass roots and spread upward and outward, not the other way around! 
• phone calls work, attendance at town hall meetings work, getting involved on a local level with your political party of choice works, and talking to neighbors, starting a voting block works, protesting works . . . an active citizenry is the way to keep our American way of life, and start other good new ideas, and kill self-interested shit like the Patriot Act, or license to steal, kill and destroy!  And sometimes, destroy your best citizens!  

Take a Number . . . Hits on My Life!  Indians, Indians, Indians on My Bad Ass All Morning?  What is Up . . . Something in Montana?  Native Roommate?  Identifier?  Three Different Sets of Braves, Following Me This Morning?  I Wrote That the Water Compact in Montana, Was Passed Unconstitutionally, and it Failed to Go through the Approval of Both Houses of the Legislature, House and Senate and be Passed by a 2/3rds Vote . . . Did Someone Call the Gov. on It?  Something is Up!  All that Needs to be Done on the Flathead Water Compact, is the Indians to Quantify the Amount of Water they Need!  Period . . . the Water Rights of 300,000 Montanans in 11 Counties, Don't Need to Turn their Water Back to the Indians . . . a Treaty is a Treaty, And the Hellgate Treaty of 1855 is Totally Fair!  The Compact is as Fucked up as the Patriot Act, and probably with the SAME MOVERS BEHIND IT!

Durango, Colorado, Botanical Gardens and the Pop Can

Yesterday, I was sitting up on the top floor of the beautiful library in Durango, sitting out on the balcony, on the second or third floor, eating an orange, waving at the train passengers, watching the rafters, the bikers, the skateboarders, and two young dudes, just out of school, for the summer and feeling their oats, tossed a white, Rock Star brand soda can, along the side of the awesome trail, just steps from the Durango Botanical Gardens in full bloom, purples, reds, whites, yellow, orange, green, pink, flowers, flowers, flowers . . . so beautiful, delicately tucked near rocks, greenery and other cool things like the art circle of the Durango to Silverton railraod, going around in a circle.  I sat there for a minute, and with this other guy working on his computer, enjoying what I was looking at while working, I yelled out, hesitant at first, to reprimand these two cute teens that reminded me so much of my own skateboarder, but thinking, I would want someone to correct him, if he littered, hey, pick up your can!  

Citizen surveillance is best, and works well, these kids, looked over their shoulders, as if my voice came from heaven, and they seemed just as scared, and to their parents who raised them right, they said, okay, and grabbed the can, looking over their shoulders for the voice from on high!  LOL!  And to the boys' credit, they were totally respectful, fast, and obliged the voice they didn't have to listen too, but did anyway, with no, fuck you, giving me the finger, they just took responsibility for their act of omission for failing to put the can in the nearest garbage can, which are generally pretty well represented on the walkway along the river. 

The guy next to me busted up laughing, and we had a fun and lighthearted conversation, about the boys' shock, their reaction, and their compliance!  LOL!  But there are visitors, probably from all over the world, looking at, not only Durango, but Colorado, and the United States . . . we are 4th in line of countries visited, we need to put our best foot forward.  I know that in St. George, Utah, one of the biggest draws for the often number one retirement communities in the nation, is who well trained the youth are . . . open the doors for the elderly, and do other random acts of kindness.  I was impressed with these two young men and how quickly they did, probably what their parents had taught them, but they were not in their parent's view, so . . . well, there just happened to be a surrogate parent there, on the spot, to keep them to the teachings of their parents.  Fun, morning, fun kids, good parents.

They say that behind every good kid, there is a great mother . . . and the best thing a father can do for his kids, is to love their mother . . . and behind every good family, of whatever make up, single, married, divorced, widowed, there is a great community taking up the slack in the home!  Recently in the newspaper, there were statistics, that La Plata County, Right here in River City . . . that kids, even below the poverty line, far exceed other kids in income making capacities, by the age of 26, by about $3,000 per year, because there are better schools, less crime, and community programs for youth!  Durango is very kid friendly and it is paying off!  Grass Roots Ideas!

P.S., The Durango Botanical Society, located, I think in the Durango City Library, is willing to coach, help, or educate citizens, who are interested in conserving water, in these times that other states, and maybe someday, Colorado, experience a drought or water shortages, to grow indigenous plants, flowers, and scrubs, that need little water or adept and the climate and conditions here in the area.  The garden is in full bloom and a spectacle of beauty and glory for the train riders and locals, check it out, it is worth the trip to town and the library.  Great job and with every color in the rainbow and more!  Wonderful!

LIVE FREE OR DIE . . . THE EYES REWIRED: NOW FBI SECRET PLANES, LOW FLYING SURVEILLANCE--DON'T NEED TO EVEN BE USING CELL PHONE TO PICK OUT WHERE YOU ARE; PERSONAL STORY OF COURSE, NOT A SURVEILLANCE TOOL THAT HAS NOT BEEN USED ON ME! ON THIS BAD ASS! "STAND WITH RAND", ON THE EVE OF THE PRESIDENT, "SCOLDING" MEMBERS OF THE SENATE FOR NOT VOTING FOR NSA UNCONSTITUTIONAL AS HELL SHIT? NOW WE FIND OUT THAT WHEN WE GIVE AN INCH THE FUCKERS, FBI TAKE A MILE! IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN EASIER TO ASK FORGIVENESS THAN PERMISSION! SCREAMMMMMMM! WE HAVE A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW PHYSICIAN AND AN UNCONSTITUTIONAL LAW PRESIDENT! SCOOBY DOO--IF YOU ARE GOING TO DIE FOR SOMETHING, DIE FOR SOMETHING BIGGER THAN YOU! (CAMELOT, KING AUTHOR, ROUND TABLE, PEACE & JUSTICE, MOVIE, FIRST KNIGHT) YEAH, RIVER RAFTERS . . . THE ANIMUS RIVER IS AT WHITEWATER STAGES, RIGHT NOW, MORE FUN, WILD TO WILD! YESTERDAY, I SAW RAFTERS AND KAYAKERS, DOING EVERYTHING THEY COULD TO AVOID THE RAPIDS, AND FROTHING DELIGHT, AND THRILL OF WHITEWATER, SCARY AS IT IS; SON ELLIOT, BASS GUITARIST, ON A 100 MILE RIVER TRIP DOWN THE SALMON & SNAKE RIVERS IN IDAHO, DID HIT RAPIDS AND GOT THROWN OUT OF THE RAFT, BUT, MAYBE WITH A SMALL BUMP ON THE HEAD, HITTING A ROCK, APPROPRIATE PUNISHMENT FOR A ROCK STAR, SCARING THE SHIT OUT OF HIS GIRLFRIEND WHO WAS ALSO IN THE RAFT, BUT ALL WAS WELL--AS A MOTHER, I MADE SURE ALL MY KIDS WERE SWIMMERS, CHRIS, TOLD ME HE KNEW HOW TO SWIM AT 3 YEARS OLD! AND HE DID . . . THOSE LONG BATHS! LOL! CLEAN KIDS! JUST THE WAY WE LOVE THEM! YOU CHICKEN SHIT DURANGO RIVER RAFTERS & KAYAKERS, GET IN THE WHITEWATER, ROLLER COASTER TIME! FUN, FUN, FUN . . . OH, YEAH! POOR BRUCE JENNER, OR RATHER CAITLIN . . . LOST 22% OF HER CHECK FROM VANITY FAIR, FOR THE GENDER CHANGE! LOL! GREAT CARTOON IN DURANGO HERALD, TODAY! OPINION PAGE! LOL! BUT TRUE!

Going Ape Shit at Breakfast!

I believe it was on Saturday, with me counting the hours, before the Sunday, 12:00 midnight, deadline, to let Patriot Act, NSA surveillance programs sunset into the night, and hopefully, never to be seen, in the light of day again, and some shit head, actually a really nice older guy, out of the blue, turned around and said, I guess you think Edward J. Snowdon is a hero.  I was busy reading the newspapers, and just acknowledged his backhanded comments, and said, Yes, I do . . . All the sudden, he turned around to me with his face beat red, and said, I think we should just shoot him!  My eyes saw RED, and that statement about me going from zero to bitch, faster than anyone else, and being able to negotiate with a terrorist, easier than negotiating with me, kicked in this JoAnnie Oakley's red hot rage against the maching, and with my brain and mouth, two handed six-shooters, I unloaded full barrels of arguments against the unsuspecting man, like encrypted messages, 4 fried computers, changing user names, like fuck you, we can do what we want with you, giving others access to your alleged, one account, controlled by one email, so?, and his comment coming after months of fighting 24/7 to just post my blogs, erasing titles, time after time, stealing my hits/results, marking mine, and limiting them at 220,000 ceiling, then making every other versions of bad and ass, and stealing all the hits, up to a total of a billion a day, if not three times that, and supporting, criminals, giving them access to my court cases, my e-filing accounts, hijacking my multi-million dollar cases, scanning blogs, stealing job applications, legislation, interfering and spying on everything I do, knowing first hand, where I am going, where I am applying for a job or an apartment, so they can fuck with everything . . . within minutes, several other men and women, were standing up and walking towards us . . . he wisely kept, putting his hands out, in a sign of peace, silence, and calm, like, sorry, I didn't know you felt that strongly!  LOL . . . and that is an understatement!

Snowden Nominated as #2 For TIME Magazine's "Man of the Year", only Lost to the POPE!  Not Too Shabby!  FUCK YOU NSA!

I asked the man, if he knew that Edward J. Snowden, would have been TIME MAGAZINE's, "Man of the Year", if 1.2 billion Catholics and their ecclesiastical hierarchy, electing, Pope Francis?  Of course, he didn't know that!  The second news of Edward Snowden, now exiled in Russia, go figure, and we are the leaders of the free world . . . I am starting to wonder . . . with me complaining daily, that the NSA had been redirecting my emails, from way back in 2008 to 2011, rerouting my emails through Homeland Security and the Department of Justice!  I just happened to have a case against the two government entities and many more, being the #2 civil rights attorney in the nation, from what one of my very savvy tech, client, from Vegas, who tried to get me up to speed and protected, so when I took his case against the government, they would not know all my constitution claims, charges and damages!  

The guy who eventually told me, as 4 people had, that while the emails were mine and clearly my writing and thoughts, the contact information at the top, to, from and email addresses, were coming from a Sara Lily, the case worker for the two government agencies, was later murdered, in an alleged accident, on a ATV 4-Wheeler, a healthy 40 year old, Mormon dentist, going down the hill from his home and allegedly running into a telephone pole, allegedly drunk?  About as likely as a bad ass bronc rodeo rider, rancher, cowboy cop, out supervising 12 mean ass prison inmates, out doing conservation work, with shovels, and one corrections/firefighter, miles from civilization, and without a gun, policy!  He looked like he was hit in the face, with his sunglasses, impacted into his smash face, with the government telling his widow, my client, that he fell of a 40 foot cliff, which she never looked at the DVD she thought was of the autopsy of her husband, but is was the cover up government negligence and inmate attack!  The DVD was missing days after I watched it, and hid it under an inch of paperwork on a clip board . . . in a huge ass house, big ass office, who in the hell, even with drawers, closets, shelves, and desk drawers, did the fucking feds, know, exactly where the DVD was stashed?  NSA, bug in my office . . . a week or so later, the whole office, house, furniture, grand piano, art collection, blah, blah, blah . . . was taken . . . in violation of 5th amendment due process, can't take life, liberty or property without it, and compensation for a government TAKING! 

IF THIS CAN HAPPEN TO A BAD ASS CONSTITUTIONAL LAW CHICK LIKE ME . . . IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU!  

AND DON'T FOOL YOURSELF!

Hitler's SS Men Live in Infamy in the Hall of Shame, Right Here in America!

NOW, SECRET FBI SURVEILLANCE PLANES?

Edward Snowden's revelation of NSA spying on Americans, was not news to me, but his announcement and production of evidence, was a personal vindication for me, there was evidence that, I was not the only one that was experiencing government spying on me, breaking into my files, my computers, my emails, my court documents, with double docketing, double access, etc., and the first thing my father said, was, JoAnn was right . . . I am right, 97% of the time and the other 3% of the time I don't care about!  LOL!  Was I paranoid, crazy, a constitutional nut job, a secret ACLU attorney?  LOL!  I am kind of my own little ACLU, in my own right!  But, after even the time frame that Snowden mentioned, I had been a target, for the whole fucking time the Section 215 programs, lone wolf terrorist, cell phone ditching enemy combatant, spying provisions had been in existence!  Forever grateful to the man, and you should be TOO!  And you should be grateful to me too . . . believe me, I pay!

GET UNDERCOVER; OKAY . . . "THEY" SEE YOU!  SHIT!

I am not sure what time of the year it was, but I think I had been in Montana for a while, but there was still snow on the ground, especially up at Panguitch Lake, where my cabin is . . . but the background, is I had sued Iron County, the county attorney, sheriff, 6 city cops, the Division of Child and Family Services, a judge, and three narcotics cops for $56.7 million, oh, I am sorry, I guess that would be sister, Shelley, I am suppose to be dead, and she gets credit for that one, with fucking judges, John Walton and Michael Westfall, both Mo's, lying, after battling me in court for a YEAR and a HALF?  If these fuckers, can't tell the difference between someone that Walton went to BYU law school with, in her class, with both judges, having me in court, over and over, for almost a year and a half of the most hotly contested and fought cases, with a civil rights suit pending that the whole fucking Cedar City and surrounding areas were freaking out, fearing that a win would ruin their budgets for the next century, they should not be on the bench, because a wigged, compliant, lying bitch, who kisses their asses, and placates, their fragile egos, probably stroking their penises too, if I know Shelley, doing a foursome with that fag, Frank, aka, alleged, Allan Rex Bess, or rather the murderers, wicked attraction, tag murder team of Shelley and Frank, or is it Carl, the largest serial killer in New Mexico, Toy Box, Sex Box . . . looks exactly like the bastard who killed 30 woman, this little MO, FBI, CIA, can say anyone, especially a prison inmate, died of a heart attack and then use them for other purposes, like murder!

Anyway, I had my U.S. Supreme Court membership by then, what I wanted out of the case, more credibility, knowing full well that Kay got credit for that case, with the help of our, oh so helpful, criminals, the FBI and CIA, and was heading home, from somewhere, I was in D.C., then hijacked by Hope, the cop bitch killer, another wicked attraction, with Page, of Playmate of the Month, July 1996, Hope M. Carlton-Levin, to do several briefs that were turned over, when I caught the surprise FBI agent, invited to our all girl's Super Bowl party, February 6, 2012, and later, hijacked by David Morgan, my San Quentin inmate, on what should have been a billion civil rights case . . . I am not sure,  probably, Shelley, born when both my parents were either working in Cedar City, or I think my father was a student, but sister was born the same day as former David Leavitt, of the Dixie Leavitt, 50 year legislator political machine . . . need to get rid of the freedom thinking constitutional law attorney, JoAnn, that daddy, family, faith, and bar association couldn't control!  It feels great to tell Utah Bar to take my law license and shove it up their corn cobbed asses!  The bar is an organization of fucking liars too, giving law license out like candy!  Making law cheat! Oh, and then I forgot, the detour trip to the Grand County Jail . . . false incarceration, so this is the history behind this FBI plane story!

I Married the Mob, Mormon, Mobsters, MIB--This was a Life and Death Chase!  That is Just the Way "They" Roll!  Scary!

So, I return after being gone from January 18, 2012, remember, this is the year, of the presidential elections too, and I was for President Obama, but not on this shit . . . but I came in the house, knowing all this shit was going on, and this fucker, was an undercover, serial killer, with the help of the cops, the prosecutors and the judges, so not too safe in that community as it was, but, I walked in my house after being gone until about March, I think, but there was still snow of the ground, at least up the canyon and at the lake, but I didn't know that.  So, I come in the every hostile atmosphere of me and my client's house, invaded by a government rat, if not the one in control of the character assassination, identity theft, on the heels of the total annihilation of what had been know, as JoAnn S. Secrist, of the last, 57 years!

Gravely Gruff Voice . . . Do You Love Me?  Nope!  He Ran for the Phone to Call the Sheriffs . . . I Said, See You Later Honey, Jumped in my Truck and Headed up the Mountain!  They Wanted My Ass BAD!

By this time, I knew that this was not a game, and these fuckers, whom I had out run, our smarted, and evaded them, escaped their clutches on the way to Washington, D.C., back and forth, with fake ice storms on one side of the free way going into D.C., but not on the other side?, they had chances in Colorado, California, Nevada, and even locked me up, but people found me, and that fuck Brock/Rice, found out that on my way out of town, not on court e-filing, I had hand-delivered, my last brief, that reopened the 180 day dead case, or at least dormant case at the U.S. Federal District Court level, throwing off, both clients and government attorneys, who had already cut me out of deals, now needed me to finish the case!  LOL!  

Basically, I appeared for all intents and purposes to be bullet proof and unbroken!  They were going to get my ass this time!  LOL!  And I could feel it, and Frank aka Allan, let me know, that if I would just love him, he could and would protect me, I just couldn't get my heart around a murderer!  And one who had killed my real husband or the one I intended to marry, that just didn't sit well with me, for some unknown reason, and the kid he murdered to get the cops off my daily evidence of a double, on the church lawn, oh, hell, no, I am not Shelley, who loves serial killers and had book selves full of all the notorious ones, including this one! Hell, you got a chance at the legend, but you are going to get the bitch, just like you, I deserve a man like me!  But I knew they, sheriffs were going for blood and they had my replacement, in another residence, in Parowan, and Frank had stolen my Walmart money card before I took off to Vegas, so, Shelley could claim my SSD too, Social Security that she had been trying to steal since, years before, quit the pair these two . . .  like is attracted to like . . . I am boil light years from these two!  LOL!

On the way up the canyon, I kept seeing billboards and advertisements for fabricated garages, that I believe were made, just down the street, or at least the first advertisement that caught my eye, was at the end of the street, in the parking lot of Napa Auto Parts in Parowan, and there were a few other ones as I left town, leaving me wondering, why I noticed them this time out of town, and never before, a God Intel thing?  I think so!  So that thought was on my mind and I charged up the canyon, wondering where I was going to hide, and where the sheriffs would look and where they might not look, with the county lines changing about half the way up the canyon, but I wasn't counting on that for safety . . . these fuckers don't operate constitutionally, neither does the Senate or Prez!  

Gray Day, Clouds, Drizzle, Rain, Snow, Cover?  Couldn't Get to Cabin

Even though, I considered, just going to the cabin and staying until things cooled down, which they haven't 3 years later!  LOL.  But, I could tell there were not many people up at the lake, and that was the first year that the General Country Store was closed, probably, just in case, I did decide to stay up for the winter, by some miracle, they would starve me out!  But, the place was still covered in snow and pretty desolate, so it was going to be hard to find cover, and I was basically a sitting duck if I didn't get something soon, but I had the advantage of them not knowing where exactly I was going, or so I thought.  I eventually, found a dead end, circle of newer cabins, still with a foot of snow, but a log fence around it . . . and suddenly, I found my cover . . . a deck that was, almost big enough to pull my Ford Ranger, King Cab, and bed of the truck under!  Yahoo!  I will be safe, and sneak out at dark, to avoid the deer, that are all over the place up there and I had hit two that year, so, I wanted to still be able to see, without them picking me up on aerial surveillance!  Nice thought . . .  so, here comes the FBI secret spy plane flying over where I was!

This is Not a Flight Pattern . . . I Didn't See A Plane All Year, So?

I remember thinking, there is no way, the cops would have booked a plane to come find me, hell no . . . or would they, they were pissed, I should have been jailed or dead a long time ago, so?   Just the way they roll these days!  Fuck the constitution, any due process, charges, hearings, rights, I had already been incarcerated this year, with no right, and in solitary confinement, 23 hour a day lock down, for 9 fucking days, not knowing what I had done, I had the right to appeal my clients, fucking case, constitutionally, but hey, these are Patriot Act rules, you have no fucking rights, it is JUST A PIECE OF PAPER!  According to Bush, Obama and now the Senate, STAND WITH RAND!  But, I sat there, and heard this damned plane, flying over and over again, passed where I was standing, and wondering if I dared move, or should stay put, and wondering if I was just actually, without reason, being paranoid?  So, I sat tight for a little while . . . strangest ever God INTEL!

One the same page in this morning's newspaper, there is the article on the NSA and the FBI secret spy planes, in the Durango Herald, not many rival articles that would piss me off more!  And over my orange juice!  What the fuck, bringing back the memories of this day, up in the snow covered canyons wondering what the fuck, that was an FBI secret spy plane looking for me, holy shit, the eyes rewired!  There are little low flying planes, and I would venture a guess that they were seized, without due process, through the alleged, drug interdiction lame ass, get new toys for the FBI, CIA, NSA and cops, who are going to be BY RAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These are low flying planes that have allegedly already busted, several fake companies, with a list of fake company names, I am sure to justify the new surveillance planes!  Apparently, these plane can pick up your cell phones numbers and trace, who the person is through that, without you bouncing off cell phone towers, like the old systems.  So, what was this a fake act by Congress to fool the American People, after Snowden ratted out these fucking government agencies, who are all about crimes themselves, and pretend to take out the Patriot Act, 215 provisions, only to shut them down for a night, and surprise us with more surveillance a revelations of secret planes now?  Fuck these PRICKS this is IN YOUR FACE AMERICA!

Under the Cabin Deck that Is Covering Me . . . I Notice The Electricity Meter is Blinking at Me, In Irregular Blinks, or it Looked Like Eyes Blinking . . . Saying, THEY SEE YOU!!!!!!!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

God is about the only person, who I will actually listen to, because I have found that his intelligence information, if I read it right and sometimes when I don't, is always, spot right on!  After not believing my eyes, kind of sticking with my original plan, I am still wondering if God can control this bizarre acting meter machine, seeming to tell me to get the hell out of dodge!  Okay, okay, and I back out of the drive way, still a  bit nervous about the plane that was flying above me, but seemed to have been gone for a while, because I hadn't heard it fly over me for about an hour at this point, or it seemed like an hour, sitting there bored in my truck, because I didn't dare use my phone . . . little did I know that I didn't need to use it for the plane to pick up exactly where I was!  Just a piece of information I didn't have at the time,  I thought they had to actually see, the small part of my light gold truck, sticking out of the deck, about a foot was all . . . so how did they find me, or I didn't know why God was telling me to get the hell out, but I followed his directions and left.

Holy shit, just as I came down the small road that was up the canyon, near Scoot's Creek . . . just typed, a typo, Scott's . . . symbolic of sister Rachel, one of the doubles, her cabin now?  Really? Can you believes these lying, thieving assholes?  Good God . . . burning in hell is the only justification I have to believe in, fuck them good!

So, I come to the lake, with a road all the way around it, and see, two big ass, black and whites, SUVs, speeding at break neck speed, coming right where I am . . . I hit the gas, and take off, in equal speeds, to counter their attack on me . . . SELF DEFENSE, and they are out of their jurisdiction, as if they care!  Now there are deer everywhere, they always come out at night, around dusk, maybe they know people are going inside, when it gets dark, not sure about that one, but a scary drive, for sure, but, the cops are scarier, so I book it, peddle to the meddle, and gun it!  This is so cool, so, these two cop vehicles are screaming after me, and I round a little cove in the lake, that has a polygamist lodge or where they used to hang out, in the summer, but before you get to the lodge, there is a small parking lot and boat launch as I recall, but there was also, this large bush, but without leaves on it, remember, winter! But it was some cover, and it was dusk, and I ditch behind it, just hoping that these fuckers in hot pursuit don't see me . . . they didn't, just before you turn the curve, to go to the lodge, the road, goes straight up the mountain to some more cabins!  LOL!  Both of the black and whites, go on up the hill, after me, sitting laughing, behind the bush . . . ironic a bush saved me!  Bushies following me!  LOL!  Serves them right!  I am still not safe, so I keep going, around the lake, but not as fast as I had been with those buzzards on my ass!  LOL!  Watch out for the deer!

Daisy Duke is Still Not Safe From Boss Hogs and Boys!  One Waiting!

So, as I went through the winding roads around the cabins on the east side of the lake, and getting back around the entire circle of the lake, and start to hit the main road, there is a black and white, SUV, waiting for ME!  I think I took him by surprise, and he was, jacking off or something, thinking the other guys would get me . . . wrong, here I am . . . I hit it as fast as I could, knowing I new the canyon better than these fucks out of there jurisdiction, back about 10 miles!  I was in Garfield County by now, but that didn't seem to matter to the guys driving the Iron County Sheriffs SUVs, probably FBI, which makes the run and ditch even more rewarding, especially in light of the secret spy planes!  LOL! ! When God is with you, nobody, not even the Mo, FBI, can get you!  Panguitch was 18 miles away, and it was almost dark, but there were fucking deer everywhere, so God, do you job and don't let me hit one . . . I had hit one, just a month or two earlier, so a bit, timid, had there not been three fuckin' boss hogs after my bad con law ass!  LOL!

I hit this one horse town, in break neck, self-defense speed, knowing this was no ordinary chase, and they a had used all their surveillance tools, even more than I knew at the time the plane, but I kind of suspected that, but not that they could find me, without me using my phone, or a cell tower, which was not up there at the time and no cell phone service generally.  But, there was a high school basketball game going on and every vehicle in the town was there, and it was dark by this time, so I found an empty parking place, or one I could slide into, and sat for a few hours . . . watching the main streets fill with cops and buddies, looking for my gold Ranger with hot, jacked up black tires, and rims, that were the envy of every cop!  I guess when the cops had fucked up my engine, transmission and oil filter a few months earlier, trying to stop all my three court of appeals cases, and my Supreme Court case, they didn't count on a fucking brand new engine, making my 2001, truck, like brand new truck!  LOL!  And baby, it rocked!  LOL!  Kicked the asses out of three, Boss HOGS!  LOL!  And were they pissed, took my truck several weeks or month later!  

IT WAS FUCKING WORTH IT YOU ASSHOLE, HOGS, FBI, SECRET PLANES, FUCK YOU!

Over Night, Back in Montana!  That Was Before They Knew Me Well Yet!

LIVE FREE OR DIE!

 

NAPOLEON DYNAMITE, MY BABY!--NSA SHIT--JUST CHANGED MY COMPUTER TIME TO PACIFIC STANDARD! KAY MUST BE IN HALF-MOON BAY, CA! MOM OF ELLIOT, BLOGGER, IN DURANGO, CO! RIDE OR DIE--FIRE EXIT ONLY! . . . NAPOLEON DYNAMITE A.K.A. ELLIOT TAYLOR SECRIST, BASS GUITARIST (SOS, BEAR ATTACK--HIT--LUCKY MISS, OR INTENDED FOR ME, BLOCKED BY YOU), ON RED JESUS!) EVIL RIVERS OF BAD BLOOD MERGING TOGETHER . . . SUPERNATUAL MUSIC PROGRESSION: (1) OLD SCHOOL PARALLAX, GRUNGE & HEAD BANGING MUSIC--LEAD SINGER, BLAKE DONNER, MURDERED IN PROVO DEATH CAVE; (2) GOD'S REVOLVER, GREATEST WESTERN TOLD IN MUSIC FORM, "LITTLE BLACK HORSE WERE ARE YOU GOING WITH YOUR DEAD RIDER?" HARD ROCK BAND OF 2008; MUSIC STOLEN BY MOTHER'S ENEMIES, WITH HELP OF JEALOUS PEOPLE WITH AVERAGE KIDS, COPS OF ALL FLAVORS, MARKETED THROUGH MORMON PYRAMID SCHEMES, PONI SCHEMES, AND MULTI-LEVEL MARKETING NETWORKS, AND WORLDWIDE MISSIONARY EFFORT, CIA, FBI, AND PROTECTED BY THE NSA FREAKS!; (3) MARALOKA--LOUDER THAN GOD'S REVOLVER! ORGAZMIC, ROCKIN', RUSHMORE . . . LEAD SINGER IN EARLY SONGS, COUSIN, ISAAC, DISAPPEARED FOR 2 YEARS TO GO ON WORLDWIDE TOURS, WITH STOLEN, GOD'S REVOLVER MUSIC, REMEMBER THE ALAMO--TEXAS LAUNCHED LIES, NOT A MEMBER OF THAT BAND, LEFT MARALOKA, DEAD BEAT RIDER, NOW HANGING ON YOUTUBE FAME OF ELLIOT, RED JESUS! SEE EARLIER VIDEOS, TOUTED AS BEST BAND IN PROVO--PROVO AUDIENCE V. WORLD HARD ROCK AUDIENCE, REALLY ISAAC? UTAH IS THE EPICENTER OF THE WORLD, ONLY TO MORMONS! LOL!; (4) DITCH IN THE DELTA NEW BAND--HOPE THIS IS SYMBOLIC OF DITCHING DELTA FORCE INTELLIGENCE AGENTS, WHO ALSO SET UP THE "ASSASSINS", ELLIOT'S COLLEGE JAZZ ENSAMBLE, AND MOST LIKELY GETTING THEIR FUCKIN' DIRTY HANDS IN THIS BAND TOO! TAKE THEM DOWN BABY!; AND (5) WORST FRIENDS BAND--DO YA THINK? ELLIOT CALLED GOD'S REVOLVER THE LAZIEST BAND IN AMERICA, AND HE DID TONS OF WORK, AND WHEN SONY, 3 CD RECORD DEAL TANKED, BY, I WOULD GUESS PAID MEMBERS--ELLIOT WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO DID WHAT SONY WANTED, DO SOME EASY REMIX WORK--HE DID IT IN 4 DAYS--REST OF THE BAND REFUSED? AND THEIR REASONING? WHEN BAND MEMBERS, CLIENTS, FRIENDS, GO CONTRARY TO THEIR OWN INTERESTS, MUCH LIKE BROCK, RICE, CHEEKS, CARLTON-LEVIN, ETC., YOU KNOW THERE HAVE BEEN BRIBES, PAYOFFS! DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, STOP WORRYING ABOUT THE FIFS OR THE WORLD SOCCER, AND TAKE CARE OF YOUR 70% MORMON CONTINGENCY OF ROUGE AGENTS, MONEY GRUBBERS, GOLD DIGGERS, OPPORTUNIST, USING PATRIOT ACT, 215 PROGRAMS TO LIE, STEAL, AND MURDER! CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK TO MONITOR OTHER ORGANIZATIONS

NOTE: Not surprising . . . little Ms. Kay Burningham, lives in California again, Santa Barbara this time, and my computer, keeps, going between Pacific time and Mountain Standard time, go figure!  Really, Kay, you dumb bitch!  Kay either has access through the NSA, or Google, who is my alleged, service provider of my alleged, single account!  FBI, follow this fuckin' lead, whether you are taking down your boss, under my name and resume!  I went in and changed the time, which kept switching back and forth, between Mountain time where I am, either in Colorado, Utah, Nevada or Montana . . . I bought this computer, in Montana!  I set it on auto settings, just last week, when the clock changed, probably after I wrote and posted my blog, so it looked like little bitch Kay, aka, JoAnn S. Secrist, so it looks like she wrote and posted, her time; she is fucking with my computer, to make it look, like she is the one, writing this blog!  Like I have said, these bitches and serving bastards, ride piggy back, they, all the girlz, play me, and jump back to their separate life . . . I don't have a double life to fall back on, I have been, am, and will always be, me, JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., sitting in Durango, at McD's, my temporary office, for right now, until the cops get their protective dander up, and go after me again!  Isn't it their job, cops of all levels and flavors, to TELL THE TRUTH!?  I give you permission to get my computer history and times . . . blog postings have always been off, sometimes up to several hours, up to 6 hours . . . travelling Kay?  I haven't been out of Mountain Standard time, since I went to Seattle, a year ago, January, 2014, visiting Miles and Star, or Karen!  So, there is no blog, that should show something other than that!  We are talking about a billion or so hits per day, on 6 search engines!

RED HEADED POWDER KEG OF POWER

Last night, at the Durango Community Shelter, yes, it is me, not by evil twins, here, as I always am, when I write, where I am, it is actually me, not the NSA fabrications, through box troll, bull shit, just little old me, writing, about the love festival of people I need to protect, from the cloak and dagger world I live in, that they are dragged into without knowing, and are vulnerable to attack, and one of the main targets and tragedies of my activities, trying to save, your constitutional freedoms, rights, and liberties, in this god-damned, camouflaged Patriot Act world, masquerading as national security, of total bull shit! . . . but, we watched, Napoleon Dynamite, the movie, the sleeper, that rocked the movie industry world, being filmed, just about 35 miles, from Preston, Idaho, where I was living, when, I knew, Logan resident, and sister, Shelley Southwick Anderson Yeman, and her asshole son and daughter-in-law, along with Isaac, in and out of jail, were stealing Elliot's music, just shortly after Elliot and Chris, came up to visit, bringing a copy of God's Revolver, "Little Black Horse Where Are You Going with Your Dead Rider?", CD, and I had to hear it again, I couldn't believe that this was my son's music, and it reminded me, more of something the Door, had done, and the the dusty, dirty, gritty, amped music, has been compared to the older band.

Savage Bear Attack!  Mom and Dad Out of Way--SOS!

Me, Chris, Elliot, and Isaac, were in Isaac's, blue Cadillac, he had just bought, and wanted to take me for a ride to get me out of the house, and so I could hear El's new CD, Little Black Horse . . . because I was in a cast with five bones broken, with two shattered ankles, on my left leg, from a bike accident, up Logan Canyon, but, I about had a heart attack, when I heard, how good the CD was, and I knew it was solid gold . . . I may not be a musician, or a rock or music critic, but I know good, music when I hear it, and I had just heard it . . . a far cry from Parallax; however, I used to just think, Old School Parallax was just screaming and yelling, with kids, jumping around in a mosh pit, getting crazy, until I one day, in the last year, as I wrote about God's Revolver, Old School Parallax videos, started to come up, and Blake, was a charismatic, magnetic, and loved, as any lead singer--with this little band kicking out a new CD every time I even saw Elliot, who usually had a CD, always using cousin on dad's side, Craig Secrist to draw covers, as he did with Little Black Horse, Craig is a tattoo artist in Salt Lake City, Utah.  Great artist, check out cover of Little Black Horse Where are You Going with YOUR DEAD Rider! on YouTube or home page on Internet.

Blake is now deceased, and I am more and more convinced, from the report from Elliot, who was the first one on the scene, and brought the cops to the scene of the alleged accident, to me, the kid from Reno, outside the cave and the one who contacted Elliot . . . I believed blocked the entrance to the cave, stopping the four kids inside from getting out!  Another Shelley and Isaac connection, very suspicious, since Shelley, used to live in Carson, Nevada, when she and Don Anderson, also a musician, were married, and where Isaac was born, I think . . . and with the Mormon Church covering both Carson and Reno in boundaries . . . but from the news reports, and interviews, as fake and strange, the Reno kid said it was like a movie! for god sake . .  for the main guys that were on the scene, with 80 mourners and fans, waiting for firefighters and cops, who took 6 fucking hours, before they even attempted to get the bodies out of the cave, Elliot got the cops there at 4:00 a.m., with plenty to make a rescue attempt, or plenty of time to make sure that the four, were asphyxiated, from lack of oxygen in the, now called, Provo Death Caves!  

Elliot, who had preformed in the concert the night before, and both of my sons, were asked to come that night, to the cave, as they had after many concerts, may have been the targets . . . was freaking out, crying, screaming, that he would go in and get them . . . he was threatened that if he stepped across the "crime scene" yellow and black tape, he would be arrested!  He had played in Parallax, with Blake, originally, Chris' friend, for 7 years, just getting ready for all hard work to pay off, underground grunge music scene was hitting big time with bands like GREEN DAY hitting pay dirt, and Elliot had long been wired into the music scene in Boston, New York and even Canada . . . he knew how to market, he just didn't count on the Mormon Mafia, a murderous cousin and his mother, who were both jealous as hell of their sister and cousin, using computers, and eventually, the NSA to take down his bands and neutralize his parents! and even him!

Sinister Plans from the Get Go . . . Take Both Parents Out of the Way First . . . Isaac Knew All Bands, All Band Members, Knew the Music Was Great--Close to Elliot From Birth, Spy Inside, Jealous Former Band Member, But Either Left Out, or Left Before Maraloka Got Going, Rockin' God's Revolver, Theft of Great Music!

TWO EVIL RIVERS OF BAD BLOOD CONVERGE

Mormon family, with a hatred for black sheep sister, who wasn't controlled by the family, the faith, or the state, bad ass for a long time, pissing off cops, of all levels and flavors, fighting daily to bring back the U.S. Constitution, that the evil twin America, had been working since, 1976, to bring this rebel country back under control through the alleged, mask of the Patriot Act, loyalists to Britain, world bankers, with goals of a one world order, under Mitt Romney, marketed as the Mormon President for the World, BCC, UK documentary, with little Kay Burningham, the day after she forged, my name on court documents, and settlements, on the $357 million securities case, that was to help fund, Mitt's presidential campaign, in March of 2012, with the program running, March 27, 2012, just one day after the case, was allegedly terminated, by a Mo, Judge, fucker, who could resurrect the government who had not only defaulted, not knowing what to do with my brief that was filed, in person on the way to the United States Supreme Court, because, first, the federal courts had given Shelley, access to my federal courts, e-filing account, forcing me to either go through her computer, which amazingly could e-filing it, after I emailed the brief from my computer, which was later, stolen by government arms, of all flavors, to Shelley's computer, that could easily file, my briefs, that were once so easy for me!  Department of Justice, are you fucking smart enough to connect obvious points?

In Mormon Utah, Church and State Are One in the Same!  Mo Family!

Elliot's Dad out of the blue, was fired as planning director in Provo City, by a newly elected mayor, who had some grudge against some employee, Richard/Zeke, supervised, for something that happened, allegedly, two fucking years earlier at a planning and zoning meeting!  I had already been poisoned and neutralized, and was suppose to die, nice, for one of the top attorneys in the state at that time, being recruited by the Republican Party to run for attorney general, and would have been boss of all the cops in the state, but I had my eye on the new, alleged 4th Congressional seat in Utah, I think they waited, until the next census cycle, because I was a shoe-in, for either office . . . but she, Mommy Dearest, said, referring to Zeke getting fired . . . that had he been an active Mormon, this would never have happened, as if the Southwick family had an insiders track to knowledge of what was going on . . . neither, Zeke, nor I, starting back when I was about 21, were particularly, the standard Mormon issue, of sheeple, buying the program, as my dad would say, in lock step with other members, starting early in our educated, marriage, father with a masters degree, me juris doctorate, from BYU, lol, and we had been religious scholars in our own rights, and involved with many of the intellectuals in the Church and regular attenders of the Sunstone Conferences, held at the same time as BYU Education Week, and we were subscribers to the Sunstone Magazine and to Diologue, a more mellow version of scholars in the Church, coming out of BYU.

I had killed asset forfeiture legislation of cop and prosecutors, in 1997, followed by taking out the whole Medicare/Medicaid, fraud unit, getting 9 either attorneys and investigators fired for violating constitutional and federal regulatory agency rules!  Dennis Crowl, had been a former, colleague of mine, in the Criminal Enforcement Division of the Utah Attorney Generals Office, and the nicest guy you ever wanted to meet, so his firing was not something I sought, nor asked for, but I teamed with Frank Myler, who ended up challenging Mark Shurtleff, who ended up being elected, now under indictment, but a Boy Scout, Eagle Scout, and member of the Mormon Church, so don't count your breath that, for corruption charges, and due to me--seeing an article, in the newspaper rack, in the library, in Missoula, Montana--FBI drops probe against Swallow--oh, fuck no, not going to happen, and I wrote my blog that day on all the Shurtleff/Swallow shit, damaging indeed, coming from the person, who trained him, to take over my job, as assistant attorney general over the DMV, or the Division of Motor Vehicle, and both he and Frank also asked me to be their campaign directors, but, not until they asked me first if I was going to run for AG . . . no, Congress . . . but, prior to those days, Frank and I had man-handled, 27 attorneys, cops, agents, investigators, FBI, telling them, through a manual, one of three famous, manuals, telling these fuckers, just who, to whom, when, where, and under what conditions, the feds would investigate the physicians in Utah!

I was the only woman in the room, with 27 men, and I was definitely the prime mover behind the force of the constitution down your fucking federal throats!  Bad ass on steroids . . . payback took 8 years of my life, and clit cut off!  THE CONSTITUTION WAS WELL WORTH IT!  That was at the end of 1999, same year that I had refused to negotiate on asset forfeiture legislation, earlier in the year!  And you think that for one fucking second, sisters, other attorneys get credit, FUCK NO!

You Want to Talk Axis of Evil . . . Family, Faith, and State!  And I Am Talking, State . . . as In, Enemy of the State--Local, State and Federal!

ALL OF THIS EVIL POWER CRASHING DOWN ON SON'S HEAD!  BEAR ATTACK!

Just this morning, in the Durango Herald, there was a picture of a red-haired, homeless guy, that got my attention, but he shirt, was green, one of the symbols, for my family, our colors, green and orange . . . brain like a sponge and a computer, complicated as federal tax code, can't remember why on the green, but, deep orange is because of the color of my carpet, in Ogden, where Elliot was born, in 1983, while I was attending Weber State College/University, half the time while I was pregnant, but my focus, as was his father's, was making smart kids, not necessarily rich kids . . . which seems to have come true in blazing colors, with the money following; however, just like a statement by the founder or one of the founders of Browning Arms, told me once, while accompanying one of my four children's class, on a field trip through the very wealthy man's home, up on the avenues in Ogden . . . I asked the man, who lived behind an electric, iron gate, and it seems like he may have had body guards, but, hey, that has been 30 years ago, so . . . but I made some comment, like, what is it like to have this much money, and he said, the real challenge, is holding onto it once you get it!  

That statement as proven prophetic, both for me and my son, and I would think for his sisters and brother, who did electronic music, with surveillance cameras and recorders, NSA, equipment, just as easily accessing or easier to get computer generated music of son, Chris' computer, whom, was much more low keyed about his music, but spent a ton of time too! With the new age of Hip Hop, electronically generated music, was and is big time, with me hearing, only once Chris' music, and thinking it had been pirated and sold to Rehanna (?). I know that Maraloka's music was used on a Dodge car commercial . . . now these same fucks, that decided that I didn't have big enough boobs, or that Elliot, in the same bent as TV news magazines, want to market a particular brand of woman or musician, I am sure decided that brown haired, dime a dozen, back street looking boys, like Isaac, and a dozen dumb blondes, like Rachel, with monster fake boobs, would sell better, that smart, talented, real, authentic, mom and son . . . a marketing thing . . . well, they were wrong, mom attorney, has the largest blog on the web, and son's band, when written about it good for about 100,000,000 hit bump!  LOL!  

With the help of the MORMON NSA, these fucks are controlling my blog, taking the money, dividing, cutting, burying in the deep web and dark internet . . . making it is easy for me, and endless for Elliot, but hanging on to the money, once you make it, with the AXIS OF EVIL on the other side, with all the people, the resource, the access, and the power . . . holy shit, it is amazing that I have been able to trace what they have been doing!  Since OCTOBER 9, 2013, just about 20 DAYS after I started to write . . . pushing Elliot's bands, trying to make up for lost time, fame, recognition and record purchases . . . but that was a piper's dream . . . they read my blog, saw the growth connected with GR, and other bands, Elliot was in, and took advantage of NSA tools, and stole that TOO!

Now, I know that little Alexandra Maughn, down in Amerillo, Texas, hearing me trash, loser Isaac and loser mother, on my blog . . . with all Shelley's kids being born and raised on computers, her main form of entertainment for her poor kids, are both good at computers and total criminals, like mommy, just like Jesse and Tiffany Anderson, who were making "Bandit" copies of pirated God's Revolver music, with stacks of CDs with only that one word on it, doing bank runs every night, and with Shelley, Jesse, Tiffany, and Isaac, the spy inside, working with Brett and Kay, taking out credit cards, and setting up banks in several states, all losers with no money? . . . were making total bank!  Stealing El's music worked so well, that the gang of criminals, decided to branch out, being even more brazenly criminal, and putting together a whole fake band, to market worldwide, with mom and dad, totally neutralized.  I knew what was going on, as early as the Napoleon Dynamite Days of shocking Hollywood movie producers with its popularity and success on a budget of I think about $60,000 . . . God's Revolver, another brilliant and entertaining red-head, was doing the same in the music entertainment field and so did they!

Like In Napoleon Dynamite . . . After His Totally Fun and Cool Dance, He Exits the Stage, Before He Gets to Hear and See the Thunderous Applauds of His Classmates and the Student Body!  Same as Elliot and His Music!

Pedro wins the elections, as seen in the movie--the students are not stupid, and can see the difference, experience the difference, in fake Summer, very much like Rachel, and her Ken boyfriend, who are shocked, when the whole fuckin' student body, stands and claps for Napoleon, rather than her, and they vote for Pedro, because of Napoleon . . . much like Isaac got to be the rock star, that Elliot was and should have been, Isaac was dependent on El, not the other way around, and likewise, Shelley was dependent on me, but I didn't need her sorry ass, nor Kay's, Rachel, Sue, Tiffany, Hope, Kellys or any of the alleged, cool, girlz club, as fuckin' fake and stupid, as their male counter-parts, in COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE communities, an oxymoron of the MORON Church . . . but I don't know, if Napoleon, and I know Elliot, ever finds out, and the movie doesn't show whether the STAR, ever gets to know, he is a star, other than a girl, cool and able to see the difference between, class and character, in Napoleon, verses, ironically, enough, his brown haired, cousin, loser, that grandma wants out of the house, that is pushing, non-other than boob jobs, through his, MUST BUST, just like the Shelley and Isaac, Rachel crowd who are fake as hell, and with everything fake from their teeth, to their boobs, to their music, to their alleged wealth, ill gotten gains, to their fake law licenses to their fake blog . . . ALL MINE AND ELLIOT'S!  

Judged on Elliot's massive appeal to rock star followers, and to the huge ass number of hits I get, each time I write about either his band, their music, generally, averages, a hundred million, . . . the rock star has been born and his face, glorious firey head of flames, is still stealing fire from the gods, and bringing, SUPERNATURAL MUSIC to the masses.  I have not heard his new bands, and I am sure that Elliot, will just let me know when he gets them on the Internet, because, I loved the music so much, that every time he would either give me a CD or mail me one, I would pass it on, so some one could hear how very great my son's music is.  One other strange, slip, son-in-law Dallas a key player, and also, El's former girlfriend, Rachel, said, after I showed him all the great reviews and articles, and the real bad was killed, but the music lived on through frauds, but got heard, but he said, referring to Elliot, "I guess he is your son . . . "  

Like reluctantly, he didn't want to recognize or acknowledge that any part of me, had anything to do with the son, who's band, even when that fuckin' little bastard and bastard he truly is according to my family, Shelley's boss, sired that fuck, that it was Elliot's music, and, he is, in deed, MY SON!  Do you seriously think for one second, I would fight, as if Shelley, for nephew, Isaac, Jesse, Ty or Alex?  I know that the cops, the family and the fucking Mo's, have tried to pass, welfare chick, Shelley off as me, and that is why the cops go after me, thinking that I am that bitch . . . do you seriously think, I would trash myself that bad!  I fucking love myself, my kids, my grand-kids, my son's music, every last song, lyric, and look of it, in fact, about once a month, going through all his videos, with permanent smile on my face, loving the shit out of my baby boy, who is now, 32 years old, as of May 3, 1983!

MOM, ME, MOM, by Maya Angelo . . . Suggesting Two Mothers . . . Why Would the Girlz Club, Admit El, Was not The Club's Son . . . They Would All Go To Prison!   They Break'em, then Remake'em!  Patterns! 

Yeah, no matter what the spin doctors have told Elliot, about me, that I abandoned him . . . hell if it wasn't for me, you would not be listening to his music!  I bought him his first red electric guitar, told him, not to cause anyone to lose their faith in God, thus, maybe a motivator, subconscious power of suggestion, 10 years later, for name, God's Revolver . . . I keep typing the word, "bot" and he most likely was . . . Elliot was only 5 year old, when me and his father divorced, memories lapse, fuckers poison, undercover agent girlfriends, sleeping with my son, tend to have more sway on his heart, than mom, at this time, and the government pattern is to break you and remake you . . . so, SON, you think they are your saviors, THEY ARE THE ONE'S WHO BROKE YOU!  and your mother's blog, that revealed the real YOU, actually saved you, they just stole the blog . . . and he was young!  I drove both Isaac, Elliot, and Tyler, members of the first band, Purification . . . and purity is what I have a passion, for 3 solid years, almost every week end, about a total of 300 miles, twice each weekend--had I been married, to you/his father, I never would have done that, and Shelley NEVER DID DRIVE THEM!  Not ONCE!  Don Anderson, would on Sunday afternoons, at least, once in a while, meet me at the duck pond at Weber State University, but that too was rare . . . and grandpa, complained and told me to stop driving those clods around, interesting that he never made money, except on me and my son!  

Now, and only now, that I have blasted Elliot's face, his music and his bands all over hell and back, on my blog . . . they knew they had to get my kids involved, or they couldn't keep making money, Isacc wasn't and couldn't cut it any more and neither could fat, Ryan Chambers, the first fill in, red head for Elliot!  No, I can fill in hopefully criminal prosecutors and investigators, non-Mormon, because, Mo's wont' take on Mo's . . . but, I knew every step of the deceit, but couldn't do anything about it, but, it is great, they thought, even while I was going to the U.S. Supreme Court, that I was brain dead!  LOL, my brain is like a fucking computer, I marked every step that I could either see or find, and can tell you even to this day . . . and I am not that GOD_DAMNED BITCH SHELLEY, FAMILY, CHURCH and STATE WELFARE QUEEN . . .and I would be totally self sufficient now, with my billion I have made, in cases, and blogs, or with their fuckin' hands out of all my job applications, interfering for fear they will be discovered! 

This Whole Thing Is Mormon Spy Shit . . . Switched Back to Birth!  I Don't Exist or I Get Shelley's Shitty Life, Kids, Blah!  NO THANKS!  I am JOANN!  SHE GETS HER SHIT!   Sitting Right Here, In Playplace, McDIs's, Durango, Colorado . . . . River is Running Wild and Free This Morning!

Just like in the case with the legal position at Montana State University, it took me two fucking days to get a damned application filed, with half going on line, my resume, couldn't attach, either to the email, and all kinds of trouble . . . and this is not the first time . . . I applied for the position at the University of Montana, for communications director under the President of the college, Englestrom . . . or whatever.  He was on my email for about a year, but that email was stolen, and taken over by the fucks that steal everything and give Shelley access to whatever is mine and my connections . . . but, I am sure, one of my doubles either got the job, or the job application was blocked!  I am either totally qualified or way over qualified!  But . . . that is spilled milk and the past, so, whatever . . . the job in Missoula, just asked for a bachelor's degree . . . I would have been a great asset, with legal issues and Department of Justice breathing down the Universities neck, and probably was with my blog, still supported them, and fought, telling legal analysis, that helped the college, so . . . I serve were I can, and see my law license as a license to serve, never worried about the money, still don't!

You Do Poor So Well . . . And We Do Rich So Well, This Relationship Works!  Don't You Think?  No, I Have Never Been Poor . . . Shelley, Brett, Kay, Have All Been Poor, NOT ME, Until They Stole All My Work!

Similarities with History of Grand Funk Railroad

I know that Elliot, busy as hell, maybe touring with his other alleged mom, who would have done and did anything to steal your music, money, fame, fortune and believe me, it would still be Isaac, Ryan, and others, in the fake band, making your music, rather than you . . . so, enjoy the fuckers that broke you, and ignore the mother who supported, encouraged, defended, promoted, and discovered their treachery . . . Elliot is not with HIS birth mother, who is sitting writing this blog in Durango, Colorado!  Elliot came out of these legs, not Kay's wimpy ass, tube legs, or Shelley hairy ass, or Rachel's tucked tummy, or Sue's fuzzy pussy, just because she has red headed daughters, three, all her sons have brown hair . . . don't be fooled by the ones who hated your family, then were green with envy, when we left the Southwick brew, and ventured outside the family into the world, and because stunning successes!

Watch the Grand Funk Railroad, documentary, history, and progression . . . a promoter who took 16% of the proceeds, and the three members of the band only got 6%, tax collectors, and other challenges, but nothing compared to YOUR Challenges by people who allegedly loved you, when in reality, they HATED YOU, YOUR MOTHER, YOUR BROTHER and SISTERS!  Now that you are a success, and their success is tied to yours, due to my blog, which they take credit for . . . they have no choice but to bring you on board, but that was only later, when they knew I knew what the fuck was going on with the family!  Your job is to honor your father and mother . . . not the other way around, so your days would be long on the land . . . they will kill you, if they can and take 100% of the proceeds of your music and bands!

I believe that, judged on God, my Intel, guy, the news, the symbolic nature of the picture on the front of the Durango Herald . . . that You, were LUCKY, on the green t-shirt of the red-head, that looks more like Ryan, than you . . . a taste for your fame . . . worse, once you have tasted it, ask Isaac, Shelley a crew, not going to give it up, go back to their NO-NAME LIVES!  But, the picture is connected with a bear attack up in the hills behind where I am staying!  My first impression was . . . all the symbolism, leads me to believe, that they planned an attack on you, and you just got LUCKY!

BEWARE OF WOLVES IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING . . . BE WISE AS A SERPENT, GENTLE AS A DOVE!  REMEMBER, YOUR FIRST RECORD LABEL WAS, SYMBOLICALLY, IN KAYSVILLE, UTAH, WITH PROMOTER TAKING TONS OF MONEY, 5 BAND MEMBERS GETTING ONLY 10% to SPLIT!  WORSE THAN GFR!

THESE ARE RUTHLESS KILLERS YOU ARE DEALING WITH, NOT COZY AUNTIES OR SUBSTITUTE MOTHERS!