FUCK YOU, NSA . . . COPS . . . MY CELL PHONE THAT I DITCHED ON ISLE 14, BEHIND HOT DESIGNS, STILL THERE, AND NO TRAIL ON MY ASS!
Last Friday, after my night of horror . . . na, really it is fun to ditch the cops, when they are screaming up and down North Avenue, in Grand Junction Function, passed stores, like Hollywood Clips and Java Junction, some local joints, I dropped my cell phone under a bush out in the parking lot of Walmart, and retrieved it a day, later, after a very peaceful, day without cops, undercover, and feds, trailing my ass. After calling my cutest daddy in the world son . . . a week early, lol, I had two cops back on the trail, just 30 minutes after I got back on my cell phone, so I ditched them, at McDonald's and took my cell phone and put it on isle 14, behind some HOT DESIGN, hair products, and left it there, for another 24 hours, not wanting to deal with the cops, surveillance, and whatever the shit they had clawing them up their asses! But, I wondered if the cyber cops, box trolls, working at the NSA, or the National Security Agency, would go track down my phone, since, now with new funding from Congress, allowing the fuckers to spy on our cell phones, but this time with the power to track us, even without binging off cell towers, and even when our cell phones are OFF!
The sky cops or cyber feds can track my computer when it is on . . . on Sunday, after I had left my cell phone at Wally's World, I was sitting at a bus shelter, on North Avenue, Grand Junction, and watching my addiction, true crime shows . . . because they give me ideas, like the one, I watched this morning, that is going to help me, help, Salt Lake City, Utah detectives solve a murder case, from back in about 2007!, but, as I sat there, enjoying myself, like I like to . . . I could hear a helicopter, like I had the night the cops were on my ass, found that I was writing my blog, at Wrigley's Sports Bar and Grill, at, a 4:15 A.M., the chopper flew directly over my head, and right after that my computer screen went a bright RED, and then shut down completely! Hey, dip shits, you just trashed the FIRST AMENDMENT! FREE SPEECH, ASSHOLES! And sure enough, coming from behind me, far enough, so I could just hear and not see the chopper, it, again, came directly over me, as if to say . . . you ditched your cell phone, but we are still on your ass, each time you turn on your computer! No cop agency, wants, me in their jurisdiction, because, they might actually, have to obey, the United States Constitution, rather than the fucking UNPATRIOT ACT!
The thing that is not so funny, but makes my point, loud and clear, the first thing that a cop, an attorney, a corporate executive, or the president wants, when they get indicted on a crime . . . are the CONSTITUTIONAL PROTECTIONS and RIGHTS! Ask former, Utah, Attorney Generals, Mark Shurtleff and John Swallow, both under idictment for corrupt political practices, and I was an intended victim of one of their schemes, but didn't recognize it as a bribe, until later, when the City Weekly Magazine, did an article on Tim Lawson, who had run for governor of Utah, back when Mark, personal former friend and fellow assistant attorney general, who asked me to run his campaign in 2000, but later ended up a defendant in my 2010, 1983 civil rights suit, against the state of Utah, for failing to oversee the executive branch of the government, and keeping the Department of Commerce and the Division of Securities in check, as they stripped 110 financial planners and wealth management advisors of their constitutional rights, through overzealous prosecution and arbitrary and capricious investigations! Holding licenses hostage, in order to deny planners of their constitutional rights and protects!
Before I filed the $357 million securities case, in U.S. Federal District Court, District of Utah, I met with both Shurtleff and Swallow, about solving the case, without a lawsuit, and they both said that their hands were tied, because of Francine Gianni, head of the Department of Commerce, over the Securities Division had the FBI, crawling up AG Shurtleff's ass; therefore, both of them encouaged me to file the lawsuit, which I did, but I don't think Mark, thought that I would name him as a defendant, due to lack of oversight, but I added Governor Herbert along with him . . . the Governor is over all executive, law enforcement divisons in the state, and the assistant attorneys generals are their legal representatives and advise givers . . . you don't get to just wash your hands, because the issue is TOO POLITICAL TO HANDLE! This background information will come in handy when I try to solve the murder case, later, that was likely to have been put on my son, and I am just going from a gut feeling, connecting dots, seeing what is happening and did happen with his other music, and wondering, with a God Intel, symbolic case, I watched, confirming with names and players to confirm my fears and suspicions! But the first thing, the former attorney generals, wanted, their constitutional rights, which is what my lawsuit was about . . . denying financial planners their CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS! The irony of life!
INTEGRITY MATTERS . . . YOUR LIBERTY MAY DEPEND ON IT!
I have always protected my name, cherished it, and been willing to do whatever it took to keep it clean, including going back and forth to Utah, at least 20 times, between 2012 and 2013, trying to move out of UTAH, to the last best place, Montana, trying to avoid getting a client, claiming incompetent assistance of counsel, with bogus warrants, and cops trying to kill me everytime I came into the state, like 8 highway patrolmen, two to a sqaud car, trying to, first intimidate me, then run over me, in the parking lot, after I was eating in the Cedar City, Utah, Subway, the city, in the county, I sued for $56.7 million, got cops fired, narc cops, fired and demoted, county attorney and child and family services, on the hot seat, along with a few judges . . . my clients' civil rights were violated, and they had every right, to hire me, a former assistant attorney general, now in private practice, to sue the shit out these government entities, and I had every right to represent them!
One Compromise, And Your Integrity, Credibility, A Validity is SHOT!
Politicians and other political officials and elected officers, are fucking crazy, from a practical perspective, to try any compromising shit, because, they are likely to have heightened scrutiny, political foes, and enemies lying in wait, to take them down and take their place at any given venture! You should just do the right thing, but if that is not enough, honesty, which is always the best policy, then fucking be moral, just because, you are going to look like shit, when you get exposed! It is kind of like sex . . . we are all wired for sex and there are many reasons to have sex, and even more reasons to not have sex, if you are married, involved in a lover's triangle, or having sex unprotected, people, involved in crimes of passion, will shoot your sorry ass, or your wife or husband's ass, and the crimes are going to be traced back to you! And you could, either cause a shit load of pain to your family, be charged as an accomplice, or end up being without sweetie pie or lover, anyway, because their ass is going to prison, and they will be some cell mates, sweetie pie! Get it? I watch a lot of crime shows, if you are ever going to get involved with a person, who has another lover, you better think twice, get a divorce, even if it costs you a fortune, and play by the rules . . . you never get to eat your cake and lose weight too . . . you get my jest?
You will always pay, even if nobody finds out, it is just not a good idea, not smart, and actually totally stupid to play games of the heart, no matter how bad your pussy and your penis is screaming for this other person . . . crime and sexual affairs don't pay . . . on Rachel Maddow, she was looking back at dark horse candidates, as a reason to not discount anyoneand while Clinton was running the first time, Jennifer Flowers, and other affairs were brought out, but Clinton managed to be the COME BACK KID, in New Hampshire, but, even though, it appears that he got away with the sex . . . one of the first things that happened, was Monica running for office, looking at the loaded Republican field of candidates . . . Lewinski, the White House aid, that Clinton didn't have sex with . . . came out with a new campaign, on not being a victim of cyber bullying, just as HILLARY was announcing her campaign! And, I would venture a bet, that former President Clinton, now aged, and still married to Hillary, is proud as hell of her, wants her to win, and will do anything in his power to help her . . . and probably is way more hurt by his affairs, now, knowing that Hillary, may vicariously be affected, and what that might do, influencing any people to void his tainted past, that might, and connection to her, and in some way, hurt her, what 20 years later!
Keep It Clean . . . Too Many Variables To Control!
On the Case With Paula Zahn (2015) Evil Repeats Itself!
My son, Elliot Taylor Secrist, bass guitarist for Old School Parallax, God's Revolver, Maraloka bands, and now, guitarist for his new band, The DITCH and the DELTA, is just getting ready to release or has already released, his new CD, called, WE RUST! And it is amazing music, up to the same standard of excellence, his music always is, but with 20 years in the making and new techniques, music theory, and rythmes, not to mention, the sludge and doom lyrics! My son, who has been a part of all of these bands, is really on par, guitarwise with Lynard Skyner and Jimmy Hendricks, Eric Clapton and the great guitarists of all time, and I am not just a proud mother, that would be the concensus of music critics, writers, guilds and other venues who have written about bands that Elliot has been involved with over the years. It is no secret, that I believe, that from the first CD, Elliot's band involvements and musical ventures, have been hijacked and stolen, and marketed, worldwide, by law enforcement agency help, Mormon Church connections and help, and through, Elliot's cousin, Isaac, closest cousin, member of his first band, friends with all band members, intimately involved, not only with the music, the band members, but with his mother, Shelley Southwick Anderson Yeaman, whatever . . . and a big time player, and as criminal as his mother . . . like mother, like son!
As, I see, many of the same patterns emerge, as did with the theft of God's Revolver, Little Black Horse Where are You Going with Your Dead Rider? CD, and watching early on--knowing damned well, Parallax and the first CD had been stolen and a fake band toured, and the government, who hated me, fucked, Elliot's band's nationwide tour, in 2008, and now, with the first, CD, coming out, on what was suppose to be the first of a three CD record deal with the band, and all the shit, clients, who just happened to be a girlfriend of a music promoter, or a client from the San Fransisco area, close to Kay's Half Moon Bay area, who claimed to be a 20 year veteran of the music industry trying to tell me that Sony and big record companys, steal unknown bands music all the time and there is a three tiered style music contract, that allows them to steal the music, give the music to a known band, in the same genre, whom they don't have to promote, and fuck the new bands, trying to get this trial attorney, who knew damned well, that Shelley and crew, Kay and Brett, grandpa, and bro-in-law, all connected to law enforcement either through issues in Utah, which then connects them to Washington, D.C., with all the Mormon connections, and 70% of the FBI, CIA, NSA, DIA, and other entities, being Mormon, with a Mo, presidential candidate, etc., and cousin, Isaac, were all waiting like a bunch of vultures to pick the flesh off the bones and carcus of the music, whle I am watching to try to protect, Elliot's new CD . . . and noting the fact, that Sony asked the band to just do a few remixes on the new CD, with Elliot being the only band member to do the remix, with the rest of the band members refusing . . . and knowing, the father of Shelley's 4th bastard child, was allegedly the child of the sperm donor, Jimmy Robinson, robbing son, who was a music mixer for the Door, who owed Shelley at least 15 years of child support for Tyrone Southwick, and with a new band, that had been compared by music magazines and critics as being very much like the famous band!
That first of a series of CD's was never named, and never allegedly released! And what was even more strange, was Elliot didn't seem to care, and when I told him what was going on, he said he didn't believe that, and he was just dropping the 5 year music endevour, and moving on! WHAT! I will sue them for you, the music was awesome, I had a copy, and rowdy groups, like the ZIONS HARLEY DAVIDSON's motorcyle, was willing to make out a blank check, to have God's Revolver, come play for their Hog Rally a nationwide motorcycle event, they were sponsoring right here, with the group of wealthy bikers, of the doctor and attorney class of people, being big rock fans, and wanted El's band . . . and his government, undercover girlfriend and my son-in-law, whom was involved in killing the band's first, Exigent Record Label Deal, with the band, having a nationwide tour planned, 3 worldwide music magazine interviews, photo shoots, already done, and being named, Hard Rock Band of 2008, and with a promoter, who was getting all but 10% of the money from the happy band, just to have a label, where suddenly dropped, when FUCKING BAD GRANDPA AND BAD SON-IN-LAW, heard about the awesome articles on the band and the tour . . . KILLED ALL DEALS!
WHAT COULD MAKE ELLIOT BACK OFF HIS MUSIC, HIS LOVE, HIS PASSION, A NEW CD?
A UNIVERSITY OF UTAH STUDENT WAS MURDERED, I BELIEVE IN 2007, JUST BLOCKS FROM WHERE ELLIOT LIVED!
I think, if memory serves, and I was still fighting to overcome being poisoned by the government, at that time and with little to no credibility, but getting better, was that a girl was found murdered, I think, living on 7th East in Salt Lake, a brutal rape and stabbing, if I recall. And I worried that Elliot, living on either 8th or 9th Avenue, but a bit south, but in the same general area, who had just moved to Salt Lake, knowing full well, that Brett, had been hired to find out if I was getting better, might be framed by the cops for this murder! Isaac, cousin, had been up in Salt Lake City, longer, and was living with some of Elliot's band members. So, that is the background, the contextual framework and foundation for this analogous comparison, with God as my Intel man, and a Paula Zahn episode, I watched this morning, with so many symbolic names, places, circumstances, that could, easily, have happened, with Isaac, actually, whether paid to do the murder, or being the government's benefactor of the murder, they may have done to frame Elliot, to freely get at the music and make Isaac the rock star, and Shelley, who was the government rat, who had already laid claim to my name and reputation . . . with both mother and son, having records, warrants, and other legal issues, in the works . . . just exchange the two mother/son combinations, stealing it all, because, MEN, COPS, Attorney Generals, Mormons, HATED ME! Old bad blood!
At the time, that God's Revolver Band, created, the western rock, epic, story of a lover's triangle, on the LIttle Black Horse, CD, Elliot, called the band the laziest band in America, and just a bunch of whiskey slamming kids, who just happened on this music! I don't think he had any idea, just what he had done, especially to old rockers, like myself, and others, who were raised with the Doors, Credence Clear Water Revival, Blue Oyster Cult, Pink Lloyd, and other legendary bands, of the 70's! And I have heard people, and not just a few, compare God's Revolver to all of these, and not just one one occassion! So, I knew, the second I heard El's new CD, that is was going to be amazing . . . I had just left Brett, and I was living with Shelley, still waiting to die and with a broken leg, when Isaac took us, me, Elliot and Chris, cruising in his blue Cadillac . . . which will prove critical for the comparison! Made just for me, and Elliot, by my Intel man, GOD!
Here is the Paula Zahn Story . . . Evil Repeats Itself!
The movie starts with the murder of a 17 year old beauty, who is a waitress in a local restaurant, in a town called, and I hope I get these right, because I didn't have anything to write on, so, Ottowa . . . or, Oh, two ah! I believe, that Isaac, is going by the name of Elliot, and by his own name too, just like Shelley is, riding tandum, then jumping off, into their own lives, so to say, but getting back on the famous names, and clean records, whenever the cops are looking for them, or someone is investigating the case. The girl was murdered, at an old farm house, that the son of the property owner, freely let, up to 7 guys, use to party in, and to have sexual trysts at, leaving a key, under the doormat. The owner's son, was taking a trip to California, and traded cars, leaving a cousin, who lived in town, with his red Cadillac, which became my symbol for Elliot, being called the RED JESUS, looking alot like Christ, with the long red hair! And, given the fact, that Isaac was his double, and driving the blue Cadillac, when I first heard Elliot's Little Black Horse, CD, freaking out, and thinking, fuck, these guys are the DOORS! And this is my KID? I made Isaac, who had introduced, Elliot, to some of the band members, saw my reaction, and I demanded to listen to it again, and could not believe, how rockin' the music was . . . I couldn't understand the lyrics, which makes it even better, and shit, this is so good . . . that is when Shelley (ME--NOT!), Jesse, and his wife, Tiffany Anderson, started, doing strange, stacks of Bandit, blank CD's, doing nightly frantic bank runs, applying for tons of credit cards, and setting up to 15 bank accounts around various western states! I knew, they were pirating the music . . . and EVIL REPEATS ITSELF!
Back to the true crime show and the murdered girl! The Justice Center, was called, WAPELLO! Or Whap El Oh! The county sheriff's name, was Mark Miller; Isaac got a girl pregnant in his early 20's or when I was living with Shelley, waiting to die . . . the girl was of the Miller Blue Ribbon Beef, money and the parents didn't think Isaac was right for their daughter, so they washed their hands of him, but I took that name as one of the symbols of Shelley and crew, along with Utah Attorney General, Mark Shurtleff, whom I had sued, and I knew was colluding with Shelley, Brett and Kay, on the music deal, Mark Miller, symbolic of the number one law enforcement agent in the county, AG, Mark Shurtleff, was the number one law enforcement agent in the state, over all the cops, prosecutors, at the same time I was watching the music, going to the U.S. Court of Appeals, in Denver, when my house was taken by Washington County Constable, deputy sheriffs, and with the constable, Jean Dickson, being a cop, I think I remember from my assistant attorney general days, along with 2 deputy county sheriff's blocking me from getting in my house . . . Shelley and Isaac were living there at the time, and saying, after seizing my house, with Shelley, owning, a white Deseret Industry couch, and her loser kids, and grandkid, along with two of Rachel's kids, and a few strays, that I was taking care of, while doing a yoeman's load of legal work, and taking cases in 5 states, while Shelley was scheming to steal my caseload, and millions in legal fees!
I remember Jean and deputies, blocking me, from my house, Shelley had left, with her little buddy, Isaac, and three deputies, blocking me from getting in MY HOUSE, to get ready to fly to Denver, on the $357 million lawsuit against, AG, Mark and crew, now under indictment for corruption, thanks to ME, and Constable Dickson, saying that she was just following the orders of the boys up north! Shurtleff and his Chief Deputy, AG, John Swallow, who only lasted one year, as AG! And I remember Tyrone, Shelley's youngest son, telling me, a week or so earlier, that Isaac was smoking marijuana in the house . . . tell your mother, I am not home, and Shelley is here 24/7, so he is her KID! NOT MINE! I had cases in 5 fucking states, and was going to the U.S. Court of Appeals, 10th Circuit in days . . . that bitch needed to take care of her own kid . . . I am supporting her lazy ass, and her fucking kids and grandkids, and cleaning up their shit on weekends, providing for her motley crew, and taking care of business! Shelley made a telling statement, when she said, I think the Constable, thought that all the furniture, and all were MINE! No, she led Dickson, who had been to the house, at least on several occasions, and talked to me, as I sat, IN MY HOME OFFICE LAW PRACTICE . . . so she knew damned, good a well, who's house it was! No, the plan was to have Shelley stay in the house, for a fucking year, which I can't do for a morning, and her kids, being only seen with me, and then they would kill me, and let her take over!
The Cousins in the TRUE CRIME Show . . . Switched Vehicles . . . The Murderer Cousin's Car Was More Reliable! The Good Cousin, Son of the Owners of the Farm Property, Let Cuz, Drive His Red Cadillac!
This show was loaded with symbolism . . . my symbolic representation of the color red, is fame, power, energy, amped up, wow color; I always wore red to court, after my bling cowgirl jacket, that Shelley had to get one just like it, as so with my black cowgirl, fringe purse, and everything at that time, made her jealous, and she was always home and that is when all the deals with MY clients, were cut, Cheeks, Levin, Riley, Gina Merrell, because Shelley was doing remodification on foreclosed homes, and helping write briefs to save homes, and all my clients, or many were losing their homes in the 2008 mortgage melt down, and with me funnelling all my clients with issues, up to the guest apartment over the garage, where I made Shelley move, after I was paying all the bills, doing all the child care, running my law practice, paying for all the food, and Shelley was sitting on her ass, messing, and I would clean up after her and her lazy ass kids, after a brutal week in courts around 5 states! One day, I told that bitch, if you are not contributing money, you are going to contribute work and time, and I made her go out into the backyard, and pull weeds!
Now, you have got to remember, that I am still basically in the dark about the backroom deals, the fronts for all the background shit going on, and I have every cop in the state hating me for suing Iron County, and the state of Utah . . . with the Governor, the AG, and the judge, who I got dismissed, HATING MY FUCKING GUTS, plus all the judges in the 5th District! I am still naive enough to think that the law, is the law, is the law, and it doesn't matter who hates me, if I win the case, I get the house, the money, but I was worried about the music! I remember laughing to myself, as Shelley, beat red in the face, was furiously pulling weeds, with weeds flying all over the backyard in this tornado, and thinking . . . it is about time, you started to do something around here, YOU BITCH! Isaac is the child of Shelley's heart, and he was living there at that time! As was Ty, Alex, her daughter and her grand-daughter, were also dropping in, once in a while, but mainly there at the time. Rachel had two kids there, an one friend of her kids, so I was definitely in the minority, and just coming off an alleged, terminal brain disease, and 10 years of absence, I was a sitting duck for the EVIL TO REPEAT ITSELF!
The Rachel, Shelly Show . . . I Corrected the Little Newly Crowned Princess and Princesses, Told the Little Fuckers to Stop Using the Fans, Air Conditioning, and Leaving the Upstairs Deck Doors Open! While, I, Who Was Supporting this Mess of Family, Without Any Help, Was Leaving My Air Conditioning Off, Using the Erganomic or Natural Way to Cool the House Off, Saving Electricity, While The Royalty Upstairs, Not Paying For a Damned Thing, Was Running It Night and Day!
Not only was I taking care of all the kids, paying for everything, which, with just the electric bills could run, $700 per month, plus all other bills, and having not gone upstairs for a long time . . . forcing kids to get up and go to school, keeping boyfriends and girlfriends, out of bedrooms, giving the family $100 per Sunday, for BBQ's while I went to the jails to vitis clients, and then cleaning the house, doing yard work, and my law practice, plus decorating and paying for all the furniture, getting the place, looking like a palace, paying for everything with cash, while Shelley sat on her fat ass, and Rachel was up in Cove, Utah, fucking Kay, her new husband, because Judge Beecham and Shumate, ordered that the kids stay in school, until the end of the school year! But one day, I got on the kids, not even bad, and told them to get up, shut the doors, turn off the fans, and shut the electricity off, or open the doors, as I do, each morning to keep it cool, and as the kids were doing what I told them, Shelley came running in the room, like a sea hag, with her teeth shaved, so she could get fake porcelian dentures or caps, because one of her front teeth she damaged as a young girl, had fallen off, and she was going to get them done, soon . . . but she came in like a bat ouf of hell, screaming at me for telling the kids to turn off the electricity, that they were waisting!
I who had been paying for all 10 of the residents, mostly Shelley's family members, calmly told Shelley, that the free ride was OVER, and she was to go down, take my name off the Escalante Electric bill and put her own name on the bill, and she and her kids, could turn up their zone of the house as high as they wanted to! But, I was fucking not paying for it anymore and I think that is when I told her to move into the guest house, trying to get her sorry ass off MY WELFARE ROLLS! About that time, I was driving her to work, clear up above, Sunset, about a half hour each way, twice a day, because, her son, Jesse wrecked his car, hitting a dog or being drunk, along Pioneer Drive, and so he took her car. I never asked for gas money, just happily took care of business. One day, Shelley commented on how much money she was saving not having a car, no insurance, and implying that I was just a gas waister, loving to drive and listen to country music, I dropped her off at her office, and never bothered to pick her up! She finally came home, 10 days later! LOL! Teach you to look a gift horse in the mouth!
At that same time, I was battling Chris, Emily and Scott, who had gone up to live with Rachel and Kay . . . but wanted to come back to St. George. And, Alan, one of the stray friends of Matt's, who became my right hand man, for computer, yard, and maintainence around the house, because Ty and Matt were too lazy or their parents were protecting them, poor babies, but they still liked me, but when push came to shove, I was trying to protect the underprotected, Alan, who was seen as an ass kisser for helping me, while the Southwick/Anderson, Hickey-Moosman kids, were doing shit, not going to school, and getting pissed, that I relied on Alan! One day, they, Stephanie, Matt, Rachel's two kids, and Chris, Rachel's former husband, and me fighting with Chris, his attorney, Bryan Adamson, who was friends with Judge John Walton, and Shelley behind the scenes, were all hating, the beauty of the house, formerly the Hickey's, now the envy of every judge and attorney in St. George, with me a new comer, turning the formerly nice, but teenager trashed, Hickey home, into what people called a mansion, palace, and castle, if not a museum, with tons of photo art, from a friend, and client, whom I talked into hanging their art in my house, after winning Chris, Bryan, Wells Fargo, and American Title, with U.S. Magistrate, Brook Wells, signing the default paperwork, that I needed, giving Shelley access to my federal district court, e-filing account, which she later used to steal, with the helf of Amy, IT guys, I think she fucked, and the FBI, who stole the IT staff, when I had to hand file my final paperwork, for the BROCK and CHEEK cases, putting, not only my ID from the bar association and my driver's license, knowing they were also after my multi-milion dollar cases, with clients, siding with them!
Anyway, I came home from a long drive to court in Salt Lake, to find, Alan's stuff, which was not much, having been adopted to parents in St. George, who dumped Alan on Rachel's front door, so I inherited, but his mattress, and the little he owned, was out in the streets with swear words on it, with Chris helping the kids, so I was pissed, he was no longer the owner! When I went to get into MY house, the locks that I had paid $280 to get changed, after Chris was finally out of the house, legally, had been changed, so I could not get in the house. School was out, I think I was about June 1st, I had fulfilled my obligation to Rachel, took care without child support from Chris, no help or support, and had Shelley's kids too, while she sat on her ass colluding with my enemies, in the family, the courts, the music, the law, etc., buying clients, etc., so I KICKED Rachel's kids out of the house, and told Alan to move his stuff back in! Bad Blood with both sisters, over their babies, so they are going to hurt MINE! Daddy Bear, was jealous as hell of the house, by the time, I was getting rid of Rachel and Shelley and their shit kids!
God's Revolver's second CD, never came out . . . right at that time! Isaac was lurking around, got allegedly arrested for marijuana, and having a gun, being on probation . . . a trade off to fuck me and Elliot?
The Last Name of the Cousin, Who Murdered the 17 Year Old in the True Crime Show, Was PILCHER or Piltcher? Spelling? Also, Pill Cher . . . Poisoning Pills, Cher . . . Shelley Looks Like Cher, Tons of Plastic Surgery and Jet Black Hair!
That is another name for a thief, or someone who pilphers, your stuff, takes you stuff! Symbolic of this mother/son, crime team, with big players backing them! It would be easy for Isaac, back in 2007, knowing Elliot's whiskey habits, to the point of being a real problem, my other kids, protected me from, to know that he would black out! So, to frame Elliot for some murder, after a party, or with a girl who might have come to a concert, which God's Revolver and Maraloka, had been playing concerts, since, 2006 or 7, when the first CD came out . . . clear up to and including 2010, and into 2011, at the time, the Golden Revolver God's Awards, popped up on the scene, stealing Google sites, or competing with GOD's REVOLVER's new CD, and I knew that these fuckers, where trying to bury the music, so they could get away, with the theft, and taking my house, was to create, chaos and confusion, in my life, leaving me reeling from the free fall, looking for a landing and cover . . . that is where, Allan Rex Bess came in, and the Parowan house, and also, where Alan Dulles aka Allan Bess, teamed with Shelley to kill the real Allan, and set the stage for taking my identity and cases!
I remember the first time Shelley laid eyes on, what at the time, I was wondering about, but still not sure, but thought was the real Allan Bess, but catching a familiar glance, as I introduced Shelley who had taken over my computer . . . with my remains, left of the Brock case, after the government, Washington County sheriffs, stole my St. George house and law practice! Shelley and Isaac, just moved in and expected me, as I had in St. George to take care of them, and continue the plans of Isaac taking Elliot's place, and Shelley taking my place, and making themselves so at home, using all my new comforters, and all, cozying up each night with a fire, and my DVD's on my new flat screen TVs, in my bedding that I had not even opened? Isaac even burned holes in my carpet, from the fires! I had made a room upstairs for Elliot and his band to come practice, and I was looking at buying a dance studio and place that El's band could play, plus his other bands, could come play. Isaac and Alan, once revealed the name of the first fake band, that stole the first CD, of God's Revolver, when I was going to name the dance studio, Twisted Sister, knowing full well what was going on . . . but having Alan, Mr. Interpol, and Isaac, laughing, as if I wasn't paying attention, and they glanced a familiar smile at each other and said, together, why don't you remember the Alamo?
I had also seen a cup up at former ex-husband, another of Shelley's taking my left overs, or maybe not, but Jerry Owens, and old rocker, had a cup, that was corn pone shit, like Shelley, Kay and Brett would do, a coffee cup, with a sun, a picture of the Alamo, Tx, and the name Alamo, to substantiate the collusive effort to steal the money, music and fame! Alan Dulles aka Bess, had a southern accent, or it may have been acting, but, I had wondered, if he had been a Texas Ranger, and the Alamo, was the place to kick off this western epic in music! Utah? Cowboys? Texas, Montana, maybe, but UTAH? Nah, unlikely place, not known for cowboys!
Frank aka Allan, Shelley aka JoAnn, Isaac aka Elliot
So, one day, Allan, wanted someone to come help, cut down firewood, for the winter, Shelley and Isaac had dropped on my doorstep, at the Parowan house, that I was fixing up after getting the St. George house stolen, with the real Allan, giving me the house, murdered by this time, but I didn't know, but was marking differences in the two men, and proving my case . . . Isaac, set up music shop upstairs, in the music room I made for Elliot, and acting like he owned the place, even bringing down, God's Revolver's drummer, Adam, and I think, John, after stealing $30,000 worth of music equipment from someone in Logan and blaming Jesse, or the story goes, but playing Elliot's new CD, talking to the jail and neighbor guys, I had fixing and painting the house, paying $10 per hour, more than they could get working, and paying Isaac too. But, I came out one afternoon, that I didn't have to leave and go to court, and found Isaac, twisting things, acting like he was Elliot, and the guitarist, or introduing the music to my guys, and acting like he was MY son, and the music was his . . . Shelley had taken over my house, my computer, my front room table, and I was gone all the time. Allan was allegedly up at the cabin.
But, one day during this time, I paid, Isaac to go up and help Allan chop wood. While Allan and Isaac were gone, Shelley, said, I am so burned out, that I want to go look for cabins up around Panguitch Lake, rent one for several months, and just take a break . . . why, I had been supporting her sorry ass for about two years, and was doing so again. Then, I told her I would take her up to look at cabins, and had several in mind. She said, no, I want ALLAN to take me? What, Allan was a recluse, and I was shocked when he showed up at the house . . . we were married in name only, but I noticed that both perked up, when he walked in the house! I took Shelley up to the Lake, anyway, thought we might drop in and see what the boys were doing. Shelley told me she wanted a cabin, near the road going up to Scoot's Creek where MY cabin was? What the hell? When we got to the cabin, no wood had been cut, and Allan and Isaac were just having a great old time, talking and messing around! JUST LIKE OLD FRIENDS! And Shelley was acting that way too . . . Allan was up at the Lake, and she was moving in that direction! She made the comment, Isaac just LOVES Allan! I knew, that this was a former buddy system that had stolen the music, and were all there, waiting, to get rid of me, and steal it AGAIN!
True Crime Story . . . It Took 40 Years To Bring the Murderer To Justice, The Cousin! In My Case, Shelley and Alan/Frank, Isaac on the Salt Lake Girl, Elliot, Was Framed for, Leaving Him Forced to Let the Music Go!
One of the names in the TV show, was something, Oldenberg! The murder case, that Elliot, I am guessing was framed for, is 7 years old, or the done at the time, that the first CD was stolen, and the band was working on the Sony deal . . . probably set up by Shelley, Alan, and the cops, mafia, Mormons, and family, but it took 5 years, instead of 2, so that brought mama bear back into the practice of law, to protect baby, but being under attack herself! So, Blake Donner, singer for Parallax, was murdered 2004, I hooked up with Brett, FBI, agent, or became one, around 2005, and left him, about 2006, moved in with Shelley, but Brett had hooked up with Kay, met Shelley, if they had not already known each other, and God's Revolver, Little Black Horse, was out, right at about the time I left Brett, and I saw signs of him with Shelley! So, Kay was hanging out with one of Shelley's former biology professors, Kay invited me and Brett to dinner, Brett met, Elliot and Chris, Kay and Brett hooked up, after I canned him, but was still with him, then, the swingers, shared Brett, Edward, loved Brett, and told me to go get him, after making him leave the Easter, Southwick's gathering, after a weekend with Kay . . . It was the PERFECT STORM!
Oh, so once, I got all my cases stolen, then came the medical marijuana fight in Montana, when I got on the radar screen of that state, then the water compact, legislation, and the presidential elections, Mormon mafia following me to Montana, and bringing in the girls' club, to cover my ass, when the government said, I was dead, accident outside of Hamiliton, late 2012, after Mitt got my $118 million . . . and the game was on! So, Elliot, licked his wounds, and started working on other music, and I started writing my blog, and was just trying to stay alive! The bad ass con law chick blog, my blog, went so big, so fast, that the mob, took that over, with the help of the NSA, and giving access to Shelley and Kay, my father, and his old cronies, Ed and Paul, and the theft of that started, the fucking 3rd WEEK! with the blog getting hundreds of millions of hits, a day! Some chick just walked into Walmart with the shirt, Assassins Creed! Highly symbolic!
EVIL REPEATS ITSELF!
Due to my blog, and promoting God's Revolver, and making Elliot famous, if not rich . . . the family has not other choice, but to include him, in this scam, breaking him first, then acting like they are his saviors . . . and I can tell, that with the heart shit, Kay, Shelley, and the corn pone shit, is not Elliot's cool stuff, always done with taste, but a means to get the money, discredit for Isaac's band, or for the cops, bands, the cops kids, filling in, and I think James Kennedy, always thought involved . . . from the get go, even as hard as he was trying to get me in the sack, unsuccessfully, he refused to look at God's Revolver, see MY son, or listen to the MUSIC! My typical intel, from God, my MAN, giving me symbolic messages, kept bringing the word, name, or whatever, MADISON, or mad I son! He should not have had trouble, or should have wanted to listen to my SON's BAND, unless, that is, he was in ROBBING IT! When I first met him, he told me, all Kennedy's were either federal cops of some sort, or bikers . . . he passed himself off as a biker, but he was a fed, I figured . . . caution! HOT, but son's music, way MORE IMPORTANT!
So, the other day, after I heard that Elliot was dropping a new CD, and going on nation wide tour, I was sitting at the bus shelter, after digging on El's music, and some guy, walked by, with the shirt, and the word, JAMESON on it, and the guy was listening to music. Then I got the intel, that either James himself, was up in Monatan with Rachel, riding motorcycles, playing like she was ME, since I was writing in MY blog, that is suppose to be Rachel, playing JOANN, who was suppose to hook up with James Kennedy in DURANGO, but I got POISONED, in Butte, Montana, before leaving . . . the perfect timing to get rid of ME, and bring Rachel to Durango, to hook up with James . . . with Rachel, Me, JoAnn, the MOM of Elliot, band member of DITCH and the DELTA! New step-father? So, what Shelley and Alan/Frank pulled on the first Sony CD, and second God's Revolver CD, without Elliot, Rachel and James, were now going to pull as JOANN and James Kennedy, writing about both, 50 Shades of Grey, and Elliot's bands! And NOW THE CONCERT SCHEDULE IS GONE? OFF EL's HOMEPAGE?
Yes, EVIL REPEATS ITSELF!
- James Kennedy is likely a CIA agent, Elliot and Chris might be federal cops too . . . one of the other names, that cropped up in this very symbolic framing of my son, switching Elliot for the murdering cousin, Isaac, was Michael Schmidt! Sue and Kevin, have three red-headed daughters, Sarah, to take Greta's place, Meg, an attorney, allegedly in Vegas, constitutional law attorney, lived with George and Nicole . . . planning to take Nicole's place, my second daughter, with Dallas and George, being paid to fuck my family, help with stealing, discrediting mama bear, and make the switch with my duaghters, for the red heads, so, it looks like Elliot, is just part of the Schmidt or SHIT family!
INTIMATE PATTERNS IN LOVE AND MARRIAGE!
- I am sure that Zeke or Richard Clifton Secrist . . . sold out, with a younger wife, 22 years his junior, and with a new house, kids to put through college, he would say he was married to Rachel, Shelley, Sue, any of the Southwick daughters . . . the whole god-damned Southwick family, extended, all all, including my kids, could be in on this! A presidential campaign, nation and world to save . . . Mom is in the way! Zeke started dating all my old high school friends, hurt the ones you love! I asked for the divorce, and he mught justify, because he was the one who played the guitar, but that was about as far as he went with the music . . . everything else was ME!
- second husband, Jerry Owens, started mixing it up with me, and he used to call me, Queen Bee and try to get me to drop my pursuit to save the CONSTITUTION! And that was 20 fucking years ago! At one time, Jerry and I, whle Zeke was building his home, had Jerry's two sons, my four kids, and on stray, a friend of Penn's, plus, Isaac! It was in Midway and Heber, during Elliot's junior high years, that his music peaked, while with Jerry, back in about 1996, at the same time I was working at the attorney generals office, doing the domesitc violence and sexual assault manual, Shelley took credit for after I was poisoned the first time, that both Elliot and Isaac, who were inseparable, and might be now, started to get into the music scene. Jerry and I got in a fight over Nicole, writing a computer program or having an assignment, charting who did and did not do stuff around the house! She rated me, doing everything, me taking care of the kids, me cleaning . . . Jerry playing, waisting time, and being hard to get along with! I moved the kids out, Greta went in the Navy, Nicole moved with Zeke, while the new house in Provo was being built, Chris moved with me, and Elliot and Isaac moved to Logan with Don Anderson! That is when Purification Band started, and I started, driving the boys around, after that, Zeke's house was done, and El, Nicole, and Chris, all moved in with Zeke! I started driving the members of the band all over the state of Utah, both ways each week end! I left Jerry, started working at the AGs Office, but we still hung out, but Shelley and Jerry got close, both loving Sundance Film Festivals! I think, Shelley and Jerry hooked up, after that, and set the patterns, before the boys were getting famous in Parallax! Isaac was not in the band, and Elliot and his band, were all in Provo, so cousin got left out! Shelley's baby, was jealous, and she took care of that, she teamed with the attorney general's office, turned in her husband and boss for securities fraud, to save her own ass, and my father's ass! My father constantly complained about me driving Elliot and his band around for years, but once I quit, Isaac was left out, until he could drive! Elliot and Isaac hooked up again, living together or in the same town, with 6 bands, starting out of the Tree Streets, just below the "Y" on the mountain! That is when Blake Donner died, and when God's Revolver and I believe, Maraloka started!
- Me and Brett Todd Stuart, Shelley, Kay, Brett meets Elliot and Chris, God's Revolver "Little Black Horse" CD
- Me and Allan aka Frank/Alan Dulles, Shelley starts to show up, but Rachel is the one, who made me think that she was now in on this whole music thing, when I was living in Parowan, just about the time, Elliot's CD, God's Revolver, first Sony record was coming out . . . she was in on the take all the way along! One time, while I was still living in St. George, and Allan had just gotten outo of jail, the real Allan Rex Bess . . . I asked Rachel, who was with Scotty, her youngest son, to stop by Allan's house and get a $300 check, the first money I had ever asked for from Allan, whom I defended free, because he was a Marine! At that time, the Parowan house was in ruins, from a year of Allan being in jail. Rachel told me how, scary the house was, and she was a bit afraid of Allan, and Scotty, said he wanted to leave, because he was spooked out. About a year later, after I got everything fixed, the yard, and house redecorated, Rachel, Kay and some of the kids, stopped in and I was shocked that Rachel wanted to go say HI to Allan . . . who, I knew by this time, was in fact, Alan or Frank! I was not talking to Alan much, and I was writing daily to Ken Wade, that Alan had murdered Allan, and I was pointing out the differences in the two men, trying to catch a murderer, who had killed the young lady, found on the church grounds, dead! I got there, early in the morning, about the same time, the cops got there, and put the crime scene tape up, before they covered the body . . . I went home to tell Allan, but he was gone, the cat and dog were still in the house, and I noted, at 5:30 A.M., when I had gone out, that the truck I bought Allan/Allan/Frank, had been driven that night, because there were fresh tracks in the snow! Alan, never left the house, didn't have a driver's license, so he was not suppose to drive the truck, until he got a license . . . but that night he did! I freaked out, thinking a murderer, would come back and kill me! I think Alan came back for the dog! His routine was to, get up, up coffee on, take the dog and cat out, feed them . . . and that had been the same for a month or so! By that night, Alan said I was his alibi, the snow still showed where it looked like the girl had her neck broken and she was just lying in the snow! Alan told me that the fire truck came and blew off the snow and all the blood . . . I said, no it did not, because I just took a friend there to the scene, and the snow was intact, and I can't be your alibi, because I am the one, who called the cops, after the cops on the scene would not go arrest your sorry ass! I took off to St. George, to Greta's house . . . Dallas heard a bit, and rushed to call someone, knowing that I had turned Alan IN! Dallas had not met, or had just met, Alan, but he was the one who alerted Alan! and the cover-up started . . . Alan killed the girl, that the cops then staged to cover the evidence and discredit me and my statement, implicating Alan, for the crime that I typed, as an eye witness, knowing that the scene had been doctored! I was ratting out Alan, for killing Allan . . . so Dallas, who I knew was in on the music theft, also, helped launder the money, one day, when I knew the music was purchasing cop vehicles and new cop shops, with two springing up overnight, with 34 officers, cars, uniforms, etc., in Washington City, and Cottonwood, and with Dallas, sitting talking to me, as a truck delivering new cop cars, drove up the freeway, and him getting a far away look, and I am sure, not thinking I knew what was up . . . said, So, they got them . . . I was not really surprised, but I responded, Hell, hath arrived! LOL! And I didn't know the half of it! I think Dallas, always said, that Shelley, or Rachel or Sue, were me! George, said, that Sue and Kevin Schmidt were ME . . . anyone but me, was me, and once, when he stole a pillow, real cool, knitted 70's funky pillow, and he must have convinced that Greta that it was in her best interest to go along with this bull shit . . . I came down to get the pillow, and I tried to get it out of the garage, calling Dallas a thief, and Greta got furious, so out of CHARACTER for Greta, and she, to my shock, called Shelley, who told her to call the cops! NOT MY DAUGHTER! With both son-in-laws, there are two worlds, one for cops, and one for family . . . neither guy, can separate the two . . . if I have written about cops, they can't help but be pissed! I think Dallas, whom, I have no problem chewing the shit out of his sorry ass . . . even encouraged Greta to leave him, since she supports him, not the other way around, with evidence that he is getting money from somewhere, and when she is going to leave him, he always seems to get money! I am sure, that Rachel, Shelley and Sue are all nicer to him, and I have threatened if he does anything to Greta, I will take everything he ever held near and dear to him! He even left me sitting in Montana, Helena, when I was first being chased, freezing without even money to get gas to turn on the truck, knowing full well, that I was waiting for my SSD, because all my clients, had been bribed by Shelley, by this time and that is all I had to live and survive on . . . he took all but $100 of my $900 check, and went to California on a trip . . . all about DALLAS! Now, with Greta, accepted to law school in Montana, he is balking for a second time . . . little sweetie in Utah? Sarah? New step-mother, Sue Schmidt? Nicer! LOL! Fucking right!
- John/Jack King Strode "Ware" of the water fortune in Pennsylvania! Shelley came up to Kalispell, right after I was on the radar screen for speaking at the Whitefish Library and making a splash in Montana! I allegedly died, in an accident, outside of Hamilton, Montana, around the elections! Gotta cover that Mitt, so Shelley came to cover and hooked up with Jack, if she had not, long before that, being the government hooker she is! About a year later, Jack, brought up the fact that I had gone on the Amtrak train with him back to Pennsylvania, for Thanksgiving, like we had talked about doing, but never did . . . I took off and had dinner with Elliot, stopped in to see Chris and Kat, and Greta and Dallas! But, Jack, kept insisting that he purchased me a ticket, and we went back east to his home, which happened to be in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, where Sue and Kevin lived! Here is where the double starts . . . he went into gamble, the night before Thanksgiving, I got pissed and called my kids, and left him there . . . he, got with Shelley, who then went back east, doing the double JoAnn thing . . . so people can testify and make me look crazy if I say I didn't go! Jack, kept insisting that I had gone with him, while trying to cover Shelley's fucking sorry ass, as I was starting to write, get known, and making a public presence! At that same time, I stopped at Rachel's, 2013, and the night before, New Years Eve, Kyle, Kay's kid, asked me if I could ever kill someone, and that he had been asked to join the FBI! That day, my Ford Taurus, with chrome covers over the wheels, was blown up with a pipebomb, and I later saw the car, after leaving it in Salt Lake, parked at the Outlaw Inn where Jack was staying, obviously with Shelley aka JoAnn!
- Michael McClintoch formerly, Michael Willis, formerly, Judge Robert Willis of Kalispell, where I argued in his courtroom, on Georgannia Hartunge's case, In the Interest of Dorothy Darrow, with Judge Lympus, cancelling out at the last minute, and me a surprise attorney! Shelley had probably been going to court as ME, who was going back and forth and dead, but all over the place! I was being chased, and run all over the state and up and down to Las Vegas, where Edward Southwick Jr. lied and said that I was Shelley! He is in Japan, setting the stage for another world tour of Elliot's music! But, one time, after meeting with Mike, at the Poverello Center, with him picking up on me, immediately, gotta have those federal agents, hooking up, to cover Shelley's ass, or Rachel's, James, or Kay, whomever . . . believe me, they have me covered, by about 6 chicks, for everything from cases, to legislation, to water compacts, to local showings a Republican Pachyderm Meetings or Speaking at the Montana Federation of Republican Women, spoke a week after Constitution day for the real training, Rachel did the luncheon shit, and got recorded! LOL! But, Mike, once tracked me down in Great Falls, and said he was coming to get me . . . I waited all night, he called me and said, he was right behind the Rescue Mission and how did he get there? He never came, it was fucking around the corner, probably picked up or faked he picked me up, and then from that point on, claimed that Shelley, was ME, in Missoula! LOL! Clowns! Same patterns! Dumb asses! When I asked him what happened, he said he got in an accident and had to leave, get his friend's car back . . . allegedly he was getting a new truck! He said he was fucking right around the corner!
- Tony Osthemieir, met me at a Republican fund raiser, in Missoula, offered me an apartment, after I left, Mike . . . once one agent leaves, another one pops up . . . all wanting polygamy, Mormons, Mitt again, and are willing to lie for the Company, the Church, the Party! Tony took me to his farm in St. Ignatius, wined and dined me, took me to political functions, wined and dined me, but, at the ranch, he wouldn't let me help him, never took me again, and the first time, kept, sitting me, out front, while he mowed the lawn and told me just where to look at the mountains, and just sit there . . . pointing me, I figured to surveillance cameras! I rented the basement of his townhouse in Missoula, and he never took me to the ranch again . . . I think Shelley was there! No, it is JOANN! So, making people think that Shelley was JoAnn the attorney, who did the water compact constitutional analysis and testimony! I believe that Shelley was there doubling me, who by now, was associated with the water compact, found it to be completely unconstitutional, as did a district judge, but Tony was a company man, and first I was dead, and Shelley was me, and they wanted the water to go back to the Indians . . . so the feds could control the Indians, but not the ranchers, and I was just doing what the Hellgate Treaty and Constitution showed! But, one of the last times I saw, Tony, he had a copy of what I knew to be either Shelley's or Sue's, a history majors work, but a far cry from a constitutional analysis . . . stealing that too! But, first Tony wanted to hire me to do some work and help on the water compact . . . my email account, with the compact stuff and been compromised, but I had already done several analysis, and had worked with Senator or former, Verdell Jackson, and had recorded the date, and who for at the top, trying to stop theft of my work. But, he wanted me to read over the compact, and then write another constitutional analysis, but with a NEW POSTING DATE, to make it look, like Shelley had done the first ONE! I refused to do it, and he went ape shit! We actually screamed at each other! He had given me Shelley's shit, that I am sure she got paid top dollar for, but it was little more than an historical account of the MEETINGS! Not the stuff that anyone couldn't do, given the notes and history of which many people had! I wrote notes all over the shit, and told him what I thought . . . it also had Shelley's distinctive, watermark, with the word, Draft, so she could claim a draft, when people saw that it was a piece of shit, that they paid attorney fees for! That was about the last time I talked to Tony . . . but I know, Sue Schmidt, was up at the legislature this last session, pretending to be ME, with Sue and Kevin Schmidt, allegedly on a Mormon mission in Turkey, to cover for the bull shit and totally opposite position, that allegedly, I was taking, having seen the light and teaming with the Governor and Attorney General, as I had on several issues, but was diameterically opposed to them on this issue . . . and they had to overcome ME to get his passed, and they did so, ILLEGALLY, and UNCONSITUTIONALLY! Which I blogged about, fucking 300,000 MONTANAN's out of their water rights!
- Mary and Bobby, here at the shelter, stirring up shit, carry over from Missoula, and Butte, Montana, missions, where I met James, but these two fucking clowns with connections to the correctional systems in both Utah and Montana, are following me, to stir the shit, get people not to listen or believe me . . . gotta go, cop just walked in and walked out
