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The Best Thing a Father Can Do For His Children, Is To Love Their Mother . . . Married, Separated, Divorced!

Calling all angels; Zeke, I need your help on this one . . . you know my family!  The one thing I will say for me and the father of our/my children, is that both of us, early on, in our marriage, truly did what we thought best, doing what we felt was in the "best interest of our family", and basically followed, by nature or through scripture, the admonition found there in, and left our fathers and mothers, and cleaved unto each other, and therein lies both the difference, and some of the problem.  Mormon families, tend to be very close, but they have a tremendous amount of control, power, and social pressure and influence, especially, within the confines of the Mormon culture, whic is not unlike the Jewish, Italian, and other, very closely knit family structures, that literally to go against your family, was akin to death!  Remember in the God Father, when he is disgusted at one of his son's, and literally, takes the back of his fingers on his hands, and brushes the fingers, on the top, under his chin, and basically, with the hand and fingers, casts the child aside, and indicates, if not states, You are dead to me!  From that point on, that person, and there children, are, somehow banned, or cast aways, and that becomes the family position and standard . . . there is a freedom that comes with that, and a price. 

Now this for me and my family, was more of a process that took years to develop, but the direction was clear . . . give me liberty or give me death!  Together, we decided to stop using Zeke's mother's insurance man, that she had recommended and used for almost her entire married life--she didn't like that.  When we had 4 small children, we balked at joining the rest of the family, on Christmas Eve, and opted to stay, cook a special meal, and hold our own traditions, rather than drive to my parent's house for a Christmas Eve, dinner, program, and Santa, with our extended family.  We decided, given the fact that we, combined, had or were, in school, college, undergrad and master's degrees, for 14 years straight, and didn't fit in the same socio-economic strata, as some of the rest of the family, and we opted out for giving extended family members Christmas presents, and decided to take care of our own small children, rather than give watered down, cheaper presents, that had to spread to a growing number of extended family members. 

We moved out of state, for Zeke to obtain he master's degree in Urban Development, and somehow, that labeled us the black sheep in the family.  We bounced back and forth between the Republican and Democrats, ideologically, with both of us, leaning more toward the liberal side, but not far over the middle.  Basically we had freed ourselves and our children, from the overbearing, dominate nature of large Mormon families, with tons of expectations, rituals, and traditions.  And for that, I am very grateful!  We gained our freedom, but we also garnered our ostrasiation by the family, and very distinctly and separately grew into a family, with a wall of separation between us, being seen as intellectuals, somewhat educational snobs, and doing our own thing, with the mantra, that if we can join the family outing, we will; however, if that conflicts with our own interests and desires, or needs, we would sacrifice the larger family for the smaller one, we were responsible for!  With minumal contact and family functions and events, this rogue element of freedom, became more and more apparent, and the social mores and controls, took a back seat, to our goals of education, intellect, growth, and knowledge.  The gap between Southwick materialism and Secrist search for truth and knowledge, even if that meant questioning the faith of our fathers, so be it!

Easter Vacation, We Announce A Divorce and Law School

I noticed the extreme gossip, criticism, favoritism, materialism, and cliches, I would say . . . after the family gathered, the smaller family with money, extended the vacation, to include three families, and maybe grandma and pa, to Disneyland . . . between the 2 of us, it took us 14 years of our 15 year marriage to get two undergraduated degrees and one masters, acceptance to law school came during the 90 day waiting period, before the courts would divorce a couple . . . unless, you had strings and influence with the court, and Rachel, married Kay Moosman, in less that 4 hours, waiving the 90 day waiting period.  But, our focus in marriage and family, was education, careers, and church responsibilities, and I don't think, neither, I nor Zeke, really had much thought of money, prestige, or status; we did however, dig all kinds of intellectual stimulation, which was a very strong point in our marraige. 

 

During dinner, Zeke and I would discuss, his job, my school, politics, religion, and current events . . . our kids just picked it up by osmosis!  Generally, dinner was alway on by 5:15 P.M. sharp, and we would eat as a family, then Zeke and I would continue to talk for hours and sometimes, even gonig into the night . . . stopping or directing the kids to get ready for bed, by taking a bath, putting pajamas on, and then we would read them a story, have prayer, and bedtime, while Zeke and I would continue our conversatios as much as possible.  I raised my children to be adults, not forever children, becuase a person may spend as much as 80 years in their adult status and only a mere, 20 at best, as a child, and I wanted them to relish the idea of being an adult, and joining in the conversations, that adults have.  But, I was protective of critical eyes on my kids, and didn't want anyone to know our business as a family . . . therefore the inner workings of the Secrist family were, somewhat of a mystery to the rest of the extended family, who were excluded from our lives, drama, and separate world.

 

So, when, Zeke and I out of the blue, just up and announced we were getting a divorce, without consulting parents, telling brothers and sisters, and did what we felt was best, deciding what arrangement was in the best interest of our children, doing what was unheard of in those days, with me originally being the primary care giver, and Zeke being the weekend warrior, until I got accepted to law school, then after much thought, we decided that he should get the house, the kids, the dog and the bills . . . he made $80,000 per year in 1989, and I would have started out as a school teacher at $14,000 per year, having been a housewife/student.  The announcement of our divorce, went over like a lead balloon, with shock, denial, we were the perfect couple, and we intended to be the model divorced couple also!  Basically, we just said, we have decided, this is none of the families business, and we will do what we feel is the best and most responsible course of business, for our own children and family, given our natural talents, personalities, and the ages of the children.  Thanks but no thanks, on any advice . . . we have decided!

Divorce, Law School, Freedom, and Giving the Kids to Zeke Were Lethal!

These were acts of treason, sedition, seen as being a traitor, non-Mormon, and lacking maternal genes and tendencies.  Plus, my mother and father, were miserable in their marriage, and suffered through life together for the kids . . . we were the "ME" generation, into self fulfilment, with challenges and benefits, just the same!  We were going to maximize the benefits and do all in our power to minimize the challenges, and burden on our children, and we did, working together, all the time and both of us, fulfilling the responsibilities to further the whole, and accomplish our goals in the mean time.  This is one of the key conversations, that I can't believe, the family is still hanging onto, with the intent to punish with malice, making good on this prophetic statement . . . Jo, if you leave your children, you will never get to claim responsibility for being an influence in their lives, and can't take and responsibity for their success in life . . . sure fits, some 25 years later, with super stellar kids, which seems to piss them off even more!  LOL!

 

Both my father and Susan Schmidt, wanted to go to law school, but didn't.  And this seems to be problematic, at a subconscious level.  When I told the family, that I had a dream to go to law school, got up and went up to the law school, and got accepted in less that 2 hours, they first mocked me, stating that God would never encourage me to leave my children and go to law school.  Now, that my kids have turned out great, and I had a wonderful career, killer cases, and such, and seeing that the diamonds, Rolex watches, Mercedes, travel, big houses, seemed to pale in comparison to true happiness, not only in the divorce, but the career choices, and the freedom well used, by my children who were given much freedom to make their own way in life, marry whom they will, and either go to church or not!  Greta said, mom, none of us rebelled, because you didn't have any rules!  LOL!  I was always firm but fair, rode them hard while they were young--with Greta admitting just a few months ago, that all 4 kids were somewhat intimidated by me, when they were young, but I am kind of a push over now!  Yeah, what do I have to complain about?  Great kids . . . now the in-laws get the scrutiny, not really!  I always tell my friends, who wonder about a boyfriend or girlfriend, fiance and partner, that I stay out of it, because they, my children, can always get worse partners!  LOl! 

The Come Back Kid, Conquers a Terminal Illness, Reactivated Bar License--Daddy Went Ape Shit . . . Second Generation of Over Achievers on the Horizon!

One might think, that a father, with a daughter who was suppose to die, would be elated, to have her come back from the dead, and reactivate her law license.  My neighbor was stoked, and happy, by mother, was somewhat less happy, but expressed a genuine gratitude that I had lived and now got to get my life back.  However, my father's reaction, was totally unexpected, and shocking!  Henry S. Brock, had hired me to take his lawsuit for securities license issues, and the constitutional protections he never got.  I thought I would have to take the bar exam again, or would have to be in house counsel for Brock and Associates, so I called the Utah State Bar Association to see what I had to do to reactivate my license.  They told me, let us look at your record, make a decision and get right back to you.  Now, the last phone number the bar had was my father who had power of attorney for my financial affairs, so they called him, with the, alleged great news, that with my credentials, all I had to do was pay the $350 and I was good to go!  They could not believe that I was general counsel for the Utah Medical Association, that seemed to be the bigger on my resume . . . but to get back with me, they looked at my bar record and gave my dad a call, having had his number from my all but dying days.

 

What should have been a joyous occassion, made my father furious, sarcastic and mean.  First he was pissed off that the bar called him, and if I was so smart, how come I didn't know my own phone number!  I calmly explained, that his number was the last one they had, and I had given them, my new number when I called and they must have lost it and called him.  No big deal.  But, it seemed to be, and he yelled and screamed, and was generally, in a very, very bad  mood.  My first thoughts were, that I really did have a double, and Shelley was, the only one at the time, who I knew was using my name, social, credit, etc.  But, I had no idea, that he would act like this . . . unless, he knew the terminal illness was nothing but a planned sickness, that mirrored a disease, and now, we have to deal with JoAnn again . . . or were there more sinister things going on, like Shelley had stolen my  identity for years, my credit, and even my son's music!  Once I made a comment about a picture of Rachel's oldest daughter, who was still very young, how cute she was, etc., and my father, burst out, or blurted out . . . all you Southwick girls look the same!  WHAT?  No, dad, one of us has a fucking law degree, and the others DON'T!  That statement and attitude, lays at the bottom of this whole RICO or mob criminal activity . . . they stole my identity, long ago, now there were in it so deep, they couldnot get out, so they would just kill me! 

 

The cover-up is ALWAYS worse than the crime . . . and it appears to have spread to the next generation on that account also, corrupting the ethics, morals, character of the younger set of progeny!  VERY SAD . . . if you start connecting all the dots, together, filtering them through this foundational and conceptual mindset, plus the image, the materialism, the Gone Girl, for ten years, and the alleged look a likes in the family, with wigs, contacts, they have been me, longer in the last 15 years than I have, but Daddy's Little Girls, are in for a big surprise . . . this is just not fucking the way the world works, as seen in the Rachel Dolezal . . . a telling name, dulls all!

There is a Reason We Will Pay More For Brand Names . . . Better Quality, That Has Lasted the Test of Time, Value, Durability

People will pay top dollar for brand names, for Jordan Nikes, they will pay $150 for a pair of jeans, and parents go nuts, at Christmas, trying to get, just what the child wanted, and they and their child feel bad or let down, when they find out, they have to get the cheaper brand, the less known brand name, and to take the label off and put them on another pair of jeans, just doesn't do it, the child knows the difference!  There is a damned good reason, that 6 women want my name, my credentials, my resume, my experience, etc., because I have a brand name with value!  There reason the mob is fighting so hard, is becasue Shelley Southwick is not a name brand, nor is Kay Burningham, Susan Schmidt, Rachel Moosman, Tiffany Lynn Harris, etc.  They got accustomed to being me, using me, and starting where I would be, after 20 years of legal work, teaching, manual writing, trail work, etc., and to go back to being themselves, a no name brand, would be extremely painful, and near impossible.  I know what it feels like to walk in the room and have an audience almost bow, just being an assistant attorney general, let alone, someone who saved financial planners across the United States from the big bad state and federla SEC regulators!  Hot Shit!

 

The other day, at the shelter in Grand Junction, a new young chick, sharp, and totally attorney material, was saying, I want to read your blog.  Okay . . . she looked up at me, and said, you wrote "bad ass"?  That is you?  Your serious, you wrote "bad ass" . . . and I hear reference to it all the time!  She yelled out, Oh, I love "bad ass!"  She jumped right back into reading my blog!  I know how it feels, to be sitting with a friend up at Navajo Lake, up Cedar Canyon, and have an attorney from New York, interrupt, mine and Sherri's conversation, about the Brock case, and have him all amped up to discuss the case, and tell me, that those assholes from Utah, without jurisdiction, came to New York and video taped a raid on his clients account files.  It is fun to know that attorneys from LA, Florida, Chicago, Washington, and so many states, that Brock started to refuse to take my phone calls at the office.  I am well aware of what it is like to be the keynote speaker to 1500, or to be interviewed by the presss, and see your name quoted in the newspaper, or to have a waitress thank me for my work on domestic violence and sexual assault, or to on a fluke, while waiting to go to federal court, open a manual for the training going on at the hotel, you had lunch at, and find, your graphics, in the Department of Justice material on human body trafficking . . . I am well aware of what it feels like to be honored, esteemed, spoken well of, introduced as the one who did the Cheek or Brock cases, or wrote the blog; however, I can't imagine, taking credit, or letting someone mistake me for my sister, or someone of note, and saying that I did what they did . . . that is beyond my comprehension!  I have been denied, and the plain or average, not even attorneys, too lazy ass to go to law school, get the credit for my work!  NO!

JoAnn, I Figured Out How to Be an Attorney . . . Yeah, Shelley, Go to Law School!  No, I Can Practice Under the Third Year Law Student Rule . . . Shelley, You are Not a Third Year Law Student, Go to Law School, but I Can be a Paralegal . . . But You Are Not a Paralegal . . . Go to Law School!

MOB WIVES!  I Will Be an Attorney . . . And, JoAnn, You Will Not!

Newsflash, Shelley, you can say you are the Easter Bunny, and it doesn't mean you are.  There is a joke that circulates everytime a new group of attorneys, takes the bar.  What are you if you pass the bar exam by one point?  An attorney!  I was buying Shelley breakfast, at the Wagon Wheel Restaurant in St. George, when we had the conversation, and I could tell, she didn't like what she had heard . . . and I had no idea, that my enemies large and small would combine in forces against me, and deny me access to my cases, my e-filing accounts, my attorney's fees, the accolades from winning the case, even if in Utah, it was alleged we lost and the courts, double docketed, and in Nebraska, there were billboards, celebrating peace of mind, and a handsome, 40 something, with silver hair, in a blue dress shirt and Levi's, crosses his hands and arms behind his head, sliding down on the couch, smiling in calm satisfaction.  Bob, is the marketer, and promoter for Hank Brock . . . this was on 1-70, when I was going to the U,S. Supreme Court to be sworn in, and found it very interesting, that the person who won the case, wrote the case, researched the case, and fought like hell, against the attorney general's litigation division and two outside law firms, was being pushed out of the case, wase even locked in solitary confinement 23 hours a day, to keep me a secret, until Brock realised that I had written a brief and filed it on the way to the Supreme Court and there should be both my driver's license and bar picture, that I used for evidence, knowing something bad was happeneing on my cases . . . Amy is the bitch in the courts that helped Shelley and I think she fucked one of the IT guys in the Frank Moss Federal Court House!

 

I have left 100 Cinderella Glass Slippers of evidence . . . this should be a no-brainer!  The government agents, who might be looking into this case, can find my or rather my mother's laptop computer, she turned over to me, thrown in the Panguitch Lake reservior, along with two cell phones, that I tossed, March 28, 2012, the night, I got the termination letter, knowing full well, and having seen the billboard proof that I won, but Kay got to argue the case in Denver, Shelley got to work with Brock, Rachel was the pinup gal, to take the photo ops and I was in jail, in Moab!  Nice!  And I got cheated out of my 1/3rd as per contract deal, that diappeared when Washington County Constable and Sheriff, allegedly took all my furniture, to pay for the alleged $33,000 judgement Shelley and Rachel got against them, without telling their attorney sister about it, and without my name on it, yet it was all my paid for personal property that paid for it . . . . and Shelley made another telling statement at that time . . . I guess Jean Dickson thought, I was YOU!  Jean, if my gut shot it right, was formerly a cop, and knew of me, if not had seen me do a presenation on domestic violence, she looked familiar to me . . . never remember a name, but always remember a face.  We talked at the foyer, when she said, my whole house would fit in your foyer . . . yeah, you decided to be a cop and I decided to be an attorney, difference in earning power!  You don't forget gutting remarks like that!

Hated By Legions . . . Envied By All!

This Was Not Going to End Well!

Forgotten Successes, Or Buried Success!

This morning on TV, while watching the news, there was a young news reporter who looked quit a bit like Chris, my oldest son, and the caption under him, read, Ready to Run . . . and that combo has meaning, because I had a dream that Chris, was in the White House Press Room, 10 years from now, looking very handsome and distinguished, and someone leaned in my hear and whispered, "He will be president of the United States some day."  That would not shock me at all, he was voted most likely to be an attorney in school, and totally has the brains, the looks, the aptitude, the skill and confidentiality down pat, and is always coaching me, his attorney mother, on getting contracts, crossing all the t's and dotting all the i's!  While being blonde, with blue eyes, there is something very presidential about Chris, as there is with President Obama, a grace, elegance, charm, and stunning good looks, with a strong sense of control, professionalism, and charm, and he has a great voice, just like President Obama . . . many similarities, or reminders, one of the other.

 

But, I had Elliot and Chris with me, in Moab, Utah, scene of the crime years later, where I was falsely jailed, but I was driving a state of Utah van, with the Great seal of Utah on the sides, and Chris, said, I feel like I am the President!  I don't think he was more than 13 at the time, if that . . . but his statment kind of surprised me, but it doesn't now!  The experiences of our youth, can have a huge impact on us, and have lasting effects, that shape, drive and guide our lives choices, leading us, sometimes consciouly and subconsciously to our minds thoughts . . . as a man thinketh, so is he! 

 

Too many times, because we accomplished something, we think our kids know what we did, and they just simply don't, or forgot, or it didn't sink in at the time, that there mother was and is a big shot, at least in my own world!  LOL, but they have a mother do be proud of, not embarassed of, like the mob, family, and govenrment enemies both within and without would have my children believe.  So, I thought, even after giving my children all copies, cheap, but copies nonetheless of my U.S. Supreme Court Certificate . . . mine is in a clients, belongings, and will save that as the most damning piece of evidence, knowing full well, that a double was made of it, and Shelley probably got it through Alan Dulles/Frank's post office games, getting his mail in general mail, so he could steal the first copy and I would  have to order another one, or the fraud copy!

A Brief Skeleton Sketch For the Record . . . Not Exhaustive

• member of the U.S. Supreme Court, 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, U.S. Federal District Court and Utah State Bars
• listed as the #2 attorney in the United States, several years ago, for civil rights defense, after Gerry Spence, cowboy attorney, Jackson Hole, Wyoming, who's cases, defendants, and damages, are hundredths less, but he writes books, and I had only been a solo practitioner for a year, when this honor came and Gerry had been practicing for 40 years
• I had the two largest civil rights cases in the nation, one on the civil side, dealing with regulatory agencies, and the other one dealing with the criminal side of things
• Brock and Rice had been looking for an attorney to take the civil rights case for 10 years, and none would do it, for fear of getting punished, getting their character assassinated, and all property taken for defending a case of that nature agaisnt the government . . . right is right and wrong is wrong
• the clerk of the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, told me that only .00001% of the attorneys in the United States will ever even reach the 10th Circuit or any federal curcuit court for that matter, let along the U.S. Supreme Court, who actually used my arguements, case law, and analogies, and got the ruling in U.S.A. v. Jones, on GPS tracking, 4th amendment rights and protections from unlawful searches and seizures . . . and their arguments, didn't fit the holding in the case, because, they didn't do the work, they copied my Brock case final briefs, where I said that computers are the modern day equivalant to papers, protected by the fourth amendment.  They protected vehicles, as "affects" protected under the Constitution . . . a bit more  of a stretch, but rightly so . . . I did my case, almost a year before, that case was read by Justice Scalia!  January 23, 2012, one of the highlights of MY LIFE . . . now Kays!  LOL . . . just like the Supreme Court Justices . . . read their arguments and reasoning, and it is lacking, because they took their label, and put it on my brand name case . . . right conclusion, bad arguments to back the conclusion or holding of the case up!
• now that Donald Trump is running for office, I get bragging rights to going against Trumps lawyers, Cobly and Williams, also the attorneys for CNN and Fox News!  I sued or wrote a demand and cease and desist letter to the two attorneys, and got their attention, and we were just going to work on the settlement terms of the law suit against, the Las Vegas Review Journal, for allowing Thomas G. Vail, to be assused without due process, of selling "fake" CDs, financial certificates, securities.  I got the editor of 22 years, and the journalist who wrote the article, of 18 years, fired, with my one letter, not my intent, but the threat and damages were roughly $222 million, nothing to sneeze about, and they knew about my securities case, Brock/Rice . . . and they were willing to settle, until the CIA, took Tom to lunch and fucked up the deal, at least for this JoAnn S. Secrist, brand name, with Kay's ass, having a loser brand name, but with my label on it!  After one conversation with the legal counsel for the Insurance Commissioner, telling him that he was reading the statutes in Nevada wrong, taking my client's and other licenses, for the opposite reson the statute states, but he quite, the Insurance Commissioner, and now, the legal counsel, is the Governor's legal counsel.
• I had cases, worth $700 million and cases lined up and waiting, some up to a year and a half to have your mother represent them . . . You can tell the content of the person's character, by the size of their enemies!  I had cases against, the Department of Justice, Homeland Security, National Guard, states of Utah, Nevada, ICE or Immigration and Customs Enforcement, Iron County, blah, blah, blah . . . how do you get rid of all these cases against the government, take out the smart attorney! and they did!
• I did everything from small claims, to the U.S. Supreme Court, from civil to criminal, family, securities, patent, constitutional, administrative, property . . . blah, blah, blah.  It is no wonder, Brock and Rice, couldn't find an attorney to take the case (Kay . . . you were not on the list of considersations, until you put my label on your pancake ass!) but, there are not many attorneys, who knew, constitutional, administrative, regulatory, securities, criminal and civil law, to take a case, that was a complicated as the Brock case, and simultaneously, having cases in 5 states, and going up on appeal, on three more in Utah, plus a full criminal load, and lined up and waiting!  I beat the largest law frim in Salt Lake, just one year out of law school, on a very technical patent law, investion for sudio equipment, with Ray Quinny, doing a shitty job, on the patent, so the inventor got his invention for speakers stolen . . . Peter, can't remember his name, he sat in a corner, thinking he was gong to get disbarred for suing the law firm, I read the manual, wrote the brief and won!  Patent law is a technical law or specialty area of law, as is securities law.  I also wrote a 16 page brief, to help Jeremy Johnson, go up against the FTC, and teamed with him to get former, attorneys generals, Shurtleff and Swallow, but I bet the Boy Scouts and the Mormon Church are working out a deal, just this week, after Swallow waived his right to a preliminary trial or hearing, Shurtleff did too . . . I would never let my clients, waive their pre-lim, that is where the defense gets to sit back and we what the state has against your clients, and you don't get to or have to reveal your side of the case!  Something smells bad on this government corruption case, like dirty judges!  I was also, before I wrote about being featured on Leagle . . .Legal Eagle for the Cheek case, in my blog, which promptly took the case and buried it in the forgotten success stories!  LOl!  Those bribes, those houses in Las Vegas, etc.  I thought I saw Shane Clark, one of the plaintiffs in my $56.7 million case against Iron County, on the bus, coming from Grand Junction?  But, I was doing the work of a small, 5 man law firm, without a legal assistant or legal secretary.
• you know the jobs I had, taught a colleges, manuals . . . got to go! 

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RESPECT THE GAME!

Organizers ask Big Sky Pride participants "not to fuel the fire" in case of protests, and to and "respect their opinions and their views as we hope they will respect ours," Eric Hall said.

Reasonable People, Agree to Disaggree . . . Is This Computer "Hot?"

Only when I am writing my blog!  Lol!  I am back in Missoula, Montana, or commonly called, Zoo Town!  After being chased, 12 hours straight, by Grand Junction police and sheriffs departments, with K-9 unit vehicles, and surveillance helicopters, it is great to be in the last best place, if someone like me could call it that, seeing that, less that a few months ago, I had an equally harrowing night, with about the same make up of cops hunting me, minus the cop helicopter, that now can track you down, via, cell phones, without pinging off cell phone towers, or even being turned on, and they can also trace your every move, through your computer, and I am sure, notebooks, and other electronic devices that you might have . . . thanks, Congress, for not leaving section 215, of the Patriot Act, in remission, or letting it sunset!  Now, spying has been taken to a whole new level with these surveillance spy cops, with low flying planes and helicopters!  SCCCREEEEAAAAAMMMMM!

 

So, after a night like that, I decided, that I am too close to Utah, with tons of Mormons, I was in enemy territory, in Grand Junction, and it was plain to see, that I was not safe, being just 90 miles from the 7th Judicial District Judge, Lyle Anderson, whom I trashed, and was locked up for standing my ground, refusing to come to Moab, Utah, for a hearing, on the Levin v. Carlton-Levin, $28 million dollar divorce case between, a former Playboy Bunny, centerfold, Ms. July 1996, Ms. Bikini and offered, Pamela Anderson's role on Bay Watch, refusing that role to marry, Mr. Jewish, one hit wonder, rock star, who was told, and rightly so, it turned out, to move to Utah, and they, the Mormons, who conveniently, adopted themselves into the tribes of Israel, to be considered among God's chosen people, as per the Old Testament, in the Bible . . . however, in the New Testament, God is no respecter of persons, black, white, male, female, Jew, Gentile!  Shhhh!  They, the Mormons, are the only ones in Heaven too!  LOL!  New hit on my life, #357!  LOL!

Black Hoodie, Making a Break in Parowan, Ditching Computer or Tracking Device . . . Black Recipient . . . Role Reversal!

My spell check is off . . . Mormon NSA, cyber spies, in Utah, who service this area, must not like the modern scriptural comparison, and doing away with the law, that makes them and Jews, making a mere 2% of the United States population, no longer the chosen few!  Back to the story . . . so this black dude, that in retrospect, might have been an undercover cop, making more sense of this whole funny interchange of both dialogue and merchandice, goes up to the front of the bus, past me, and up to the driver to see how far we are from Parowan, Utah, where I have a house, that I haven't been about to get close to in the last 3 years, with U.S. Marshals, deputy sheriffs, and local cops, patroling my house, so I can't move back into the town, and terrorize the criminal justice system, who had been participating in a systemic abuse of power, and control, in this Utah, interstate battering system, of the akin to having several tens of tens, abusive, angry, jealous, pissed off men, taking their inadequacies, deficiencies, corruption, destruction, and abuse of power, to the extreme, through more than obvious hate crimes!

 

I am sure this recitation of what someone said and my response to their question, will get me 50 lashes in Missoula, later today, having seen at least 5 cops of all flavors, including a bike police, surveilling the hospital, where I am writing this blog, in less that a 15 minute walk!  Not LOL!  But, someone asked me the other day, if I knew anything about, something that they had heard, that, police departments are only hiring people to be cops, with an I.Q. of under 100, so they are smart enough to follow orders, but not smart enough to think for themselves . . . I think that is about right, under the Patriot Act!  Forget that you took the same oath as I did, to protect, defend, and perserve the Constitutions, as well, as obey the mantra written on your squad car . . . to serve and protect!

After Several, Sit Down Chats, I Am Going to Take the Computer Back!

I am not an Indian giver, or someone who gives someone something, and then takes the item back, what I say, I will do, I fucking do!  However, this dude was pushing the limits of my patience and temper, with bigger things on my mind, than, what the fuck my password was!  LOL!  So, before, the undercover cop, goes up to see how long it is until he can have a cigarette break, and get off the bus for awhile, I am thinking, what might be in store for me, in the county I sued . . . a posse of self appointed hitmen, all deputized and told to shoot on site or are there cyber cops, who have ratted me out and the time of my arrival to snippers, and I am just going to get knocked off the second I step off the bus, on what should be home turf, but still very much, enemy territory?  Or just what? 

 

Now, my acer Chrome notebook, white, controlled under my old gmail, jobessco.aka.joann.s.secrist@gmail.com, is my home entertainment center, my pride and joy, and fucking about all I have left . . . and has been a part of me, and allegedly controls my blog, bad ass con law chick, that is now on about 9 search engines, in about 5 versions, so the cyber spies can keep the reader, dazed and confused, as to the true, Incredible Hulk numbers I get within less than a minutes time, and the power that comes with that huge ass millions if not billions of readers from around the world!  I have never taken a dime in pay; however, the power is what I am after, changing and saving the world, was a goal I have had dating back to my application and resume, to be staff attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council, Criminal Enforcement Division, Utah Attorney Generals Office, starting back in about 1994 or '95.  So giving it up, is a huge deal, especially when I don't have money to replace, either my phone or my computer!  But, what good is either device, if you are either incarcerated or dead?

 

Okay, so, I take my love, my baby, my life, and my protection, that is being tracked, no doubt, and decide to part with the computer, the phone was left in Grand Junction, and I think the cops must have found it on one of the check out isles in Walmart, after, first leaving it in the bushes out front, then in the store on isle 14, and being glad and shocked that the cyber trolls didn't locate the phone and take it, only to have that happen the next day!  That particular phone has been compromised, since about 10 minutes after I bought it, last fall, I think, and some asshole in camo, played stupid with his phone, while I stood in line, more than willing to play stupid, to get the clerk to set up, this new phone, having ditched over about 20 phones, 3 just to and from going to D.C. to be sworn into the highest court in the land, the U.S. Supreme Court!  So, it was about time to trash the thing and Wally's World, was a great place, because, had I not written and chidded the cops about not finding it with all their hopped up surveillance, spy gear, I am sure, that I would have at least made the cops think I was in town still, or in the store, since it is open all night!  LOL! 

 

I take the computer out of my purse, charger and all, even my ear-buddies, and decide for lack of a better place to leave it to, and having been extremely anti-social, since getting on the bus, I was just going to leave the computer on the seat, next to me, and get off the bus, and some lucky soul, who needed a computer would get a Christmas gift, and also a fucking shit load of spies, following them, until, the riders in the sky, realize the browsing history, emails, and other indicators, and evidence that the computer switched hands, figured out, the user was not ME!  But, I would be long gone, the opposite direction, by the time, those with less than a 100 score I.Q., figured that problem out!  LOL!  I even had a ticket, that was routing me, 6 hours longer, and going in the opposite directions, mob, going to knock me off, put me in cement shoes and bury me in the desert . . . low I.Q. boys too . . . going by the Chicago mob book of criminology!  LOL!  I refused to go the extra road trip, probably scheduled by the sky cops, because the other two times I have gone back to Montana, or either way, between Colorado and Montana, I have gone through Denver, not Vegas and Salt Lake!  NSA controlled, Mormon Mob Murder Plot . . . Murder on the Salt Lake Express?  Maybe?  Clue . . . looking at the newspaper, sitting by me, hammer . . . Kay Burninghammer or ham her!  Cop Queen!  Sub for Queen Bee, ME!

Hey, I Just Gave Your Sorry Ass a Free, Almost New Computer . . . so Shut the Hell UP!  Intel, God, Style . . . Bad Company, Trouble Up Ahead . . . Dude is Bugging the Shit Out of Me--Figure it out Yourself!

Password is: livefreediehard . . . wait, that is Bruce Willis, A Good Day to Die!  Sorry, password is: liveharddiefree!

Something it up . . . this guy is not leaving me alone!  Even after I answered his 64 lame ass questions, and after he just happened to park his ass, next to me, about the time we hit, Beaver, Utah, and about 30 minutes from Parowan, which I am sure, he had first hand knowledge that I was not continuing on to Vegas, just to turn around and come right back to point, A, he was not going to let me out of his sight.  I started to wonder if he was a hit man, himself, and the ample surviellance cameras on the bus, were showing this abnormal situation; he even had a girlfriend, and would act like something was lost, and use his cell phone to look up and down the isle, to see if I was still there!  Finally, I told him, look, I have other things on my mind, I sued the cops here, and I am figuring out, just where to go, and where to hide; therefore, I need you to go back to your seat and leave me the fuck alone!  After acting like he was doing that, he eventually came up and sat on the seat directly behind me!  FUCK!  I just gave my computer to the guy who is being paid to kill me!

 

The songs I was hearing had to do with trouble, there was night construction on the freeway, and there were vehicles, over next to the mountain, that were like shaking, and giving me the sign that, this is a very scary situation you are in right now, with a narrow margin of not only error, but escape!  Just as we hit a few minutes away from Parowan, there were markers, those orange construction sticks, that make all traffic merge into one lane, and giving me the symbolic message, you are going to have a narrow escape, if you get an escape at all!  I took the warning to heart, by this time, knowing full well, this fucker, was up to no good, and I was going to risk it all, to get away from him.  Even though he was breathing down my neck, and not going to let me out of his immediate grasp and reach . . . I simply, got up, knocked some lady's head, who was sleeping, with her head blocking the isle, or maybe was sleeping, but I didn't care, and I moved up to the front, a fair reach out of this guys grasp, and I think he knew, that I knew the game, and he was not even going to get a chance at me!  I was first off the bus, and bee lined it, behind the building, seeking safety and hiding in the many trucks, parked for the night, just north of the TA truck stop, and the convenience store!  I thanked the driver, who also seemed cop like, and said it was his first trip, seeing he had not parked in the right spot . . . making me be tons more exposed, with a snipper, cops in hiding, and very vulnerable!

 

I am smarter than the average cop! FBI, CIA, ATF, and about all their fuck ass shit murderers!  Perfect time to get me, they have my computer, can say, it was the cop girls club all the way along and I was the intruder, the liar, the fake, the fraud broad, I had been reporting on, all year and eight months of writing on this blog and about ready to ditch it and take a break.  This blog is the only protection I have . . . and I keep thinking that I can ditch it, and the second I do, SHIT HAPPENS!

Call Before You Dig . . . Dress for Success?

The newspaper, today, the Missoulian, was jammed packed with stories of fraud, mistaken race, scams, and schemes to make money and support habits!  Even the signs on the way to the hospital were telling, like Hamilton Mt . . . Merchant Delivery, I was suppose to be killed in an automobile accident, early November, 2012, just days before the presidential elections, between President Obama, and Mormon Mitt Romney, who, was involved in a Mo sting op, to take credit with financial planners, nationwide, for JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., suing and taking down the state of Utah, Governor, Attorney General, Department of Commerce, Division of Securities, and several state officials, attorneys, investigators and such, who had taken my clients, Brock and Rice, securities licenses, and denying them their federal and constitutional rights, under, Title 42, Section 1983, of the Civil Rights Act, of 1964, and revised versions!  The only problem is, out of the $357 million lawsuit, which, strangely enough, I won, nationwide, but lost in Utah, the controlled area, that I was allegedly only to be in, during the deal and steal of a fucking huge ass, famous case, my son's band's, fame, was also, going be donated, making up for all the tithes and offerings, I refused to pay!  So, the Mormon Mob Muffins were going to get credit, the Backstreet Boys Band, were going to make Utah and the Mo Church shine to the world and U.S. and get a whole shit load, a billion to my educated estimate for Mitt's campaign! 

 

I had been to an, ironically, Election Law Seminar, just days before the elections, at the University of Montana, William Jameson School of Law . . . symbolic in and of itself, I think James Kennedy, did a similar, bait and switch, with Rachel, very symbolic, as in fake black, Rachel Dolezal . . . even that name is highly symbolic, Rachel Dulles All!  Or Alan Dulles' babes or Frank/aka/Allan Rex Bess, proxy for Parowan client/husband, with Rachel, Kay, Shelley, Sue, Tiffany, Kelly, Hope, etc., taking my place, the show girls, stepping in for the work horse, who can't be controlled and is not for Mitt, Mormons, the Mob, or working and trained with the Men in Black, or th 70% Mo FBI, CIA, blah, blah, blah . . . whom, my black computer recipient most likely works for!  What the fuck, ever!

The Muffin Woman's Murder Club . . . No Better Than Local Cowboy Film Maker Scam and Con Artist, Matthew McClintock!  Put a Flight Attendant, History Major, Biologist, EMT, Stand in Attorneys . . . and What Do You Have?  A Three Year Scam on Utah, Montana, Colorado, the Nation and the World!

"One part of it that haunts me to this day, he came in--he's 6-foot-5 and weighs about 240 or more--he came in cowboy boots and a nice shirt and a cowboy hat and a scarf around his neck, he looked like a cowboy . . . I shouldn't let appearances impress me like that, but I think we all were impressed.  When he would speak, he would speak monotone and low and he wouldn't look you in the eye.  I should have spotted that from the get-go."  That is a statement about Judge Robert Allison, aka, Michael Willis, or Matthew McClintock . . . I have a story to go with your local, Rhinestone Cowboy, Documentary Film Producer, Con Artist!  Who is actually, all tied up with the chicks, Mormons, the FBI, CIA, acting crew, and might actually be one of them . . . he, Matthew/Michael, actually, claims to have been born of a Mormon family in Utah, who actually gave him up for adoption, to a wealthy rancher in California, while being an engineer, retired, and now a film producer with an alleged degree from like UCLA, or something like that, he is most likely, one of the CIA, Mo Church, Con Artists, along with all my sisters, and a few ex-friend, attorneys, claiming to be me . . . we even have a murder mystery, that I uncovered, yesterday, while checking on another case, the one, I mentioned above, the alleged, Playmate married to the Jewish Rock Star, my case, that was likewise stolen as are all my cases--however, in this case, a 25 years, Appellate clerk of the court, and her husband were murdered, to cover the substitution of counsel--bull shit, to steal a stellar case, that I created new law, that would have protected tons of single women from losing their alimony, through alleged cohabitation, under archaic and outdated Utah Mormon laws . . . , blogs, water compact analysises, and anything I do, since that alleged, fateful day, in late October, early November, where I allegedly died, in an auto accident, outside Hamilton, Montana, back in the year of our Lord, Mitt Romney, running for president, and stealing $118 million from me . . . with the coverup of all I have done, did do, and have since done, starting with that day, and going back, being claimed and stolen by the MO's!

 

CIA Substitution of the Judge, Kalispell, Montana, Turns up Judge is a CIA Con Artist, Ripping Off Local Missoula Residents, in "Cowboy Heritage" Film Scam!  Shelley, Con Artist, Cop Queen, In on this One Too . . . Secret Lover of Mike, Matt, Judge!  Who Hooked Up With Me, First Day in Town!  Bait With JoAnn, Switch to Shelley, Company Gal!

 

Do, you remember the film, Catch Me If You Can?  This is a true story of a young man, who pretended and fooled, many, by acting like a doctor, a lawyer, and pilot, and getting away with it, living large, until the FBI caught him and eventually offered the fraud a job in the Bureau!  That is the story of my sisters, and con attorney actors, who stole, basically, my life, my legal history and career, cases, blogs, water compacts, legislation, even presentations, since, 2000, when I was poisoned by the fucking federal cops after I got 9 of them fired, in the Medicare/Medicaid Fraud Unites, going after docs, for alleged upcoding on billing the government, followed by going after financial planner, and others for similar allegations, when in reality, constitutional rights were violated, and due process protections, denied, licenses revoked, etc.

 

If you will remember, that show, a few years ago, on the Iranian Hostage Situation, during the end of President Jimmy Carter's years, and the newly elected, President Reagan, who allegedly was the boss over the rogue, CIA, agent played by Ben Afflack, and who was the brain child, for getting the hostages released, by pretending the hostages were an American film crew, and getting the actors/hostages out of the country before the Iranians, learned of the fraud.  That one success, has turned the intelligence community on its head, to the point where, witnesses in criminal trials are actors, not the real witness, leaving the prosecution, fraudulently winning cases, through, perjored testimony, of fake witnesses, giving testimonies, of real people, but giving only the details that help the prosecution and get the alleged drug dealer, mob member, okaying any action, under the Patriot Act, with no exceptions and no limits, up to and including murder!  So, these 70% of the Mormon contingency in the counter-intelligence commuinity, saturated with Mormons, rely heavily on fraud, lies, deciet, fabrication, and outright, fucking identity theft, to get the Mormon, Bush, Romney, agendas passed, or completed, using people, like myself, whom people trust, on issues like the Constitutions, and then switch out, a Company Actor, to fuck with your alligences, loyalties, and vote!  As in the Salish-Kootenai Water Compact, use JoAnn's name, testified, offered witness, and had done many constitutional analysis, and then bring in sister, Susan Schmidt, or the Company gal, allegedly on a Mormon Mission in Turkey, and have her be, JoAnn, to get people to trust and believe, that she "saw the light" changed her position, and in reality, that is pure hog wash!

 

The Judge, The Cowboy, The Tax Evader, The Scam Artist

I first met, or witnessed, the CIA or Company, fraud squad, fake judge, gonig to court, on a case in Kalispell, Montana, in a very unexpected appearance, for Georgianna Hartonge, In the Interesto of Dorothy Darrow, her mother, in a fraud on the court in that case too.  I believe that CIA, actor, with the outcome, already determined, signed, sealed and delivered, with the hearing being, just a hoop to jump through, was a complete scam job, with Shelley, coming as my double, actor, sister playing me, after, I came to the Flathead Valley, back in the end of 2012, right after the elections, in a very Republican, if not, Mormon community, jumping in to play me, after I got involved with the medical marijuana issues, legislation, and later, an analysis, right before the vote, in November 2012, with Romney losing, and my vote winning, President Obama.  Court is always, TNT, and Shelley had now been up, taking my place for about 6 months by the time I met Georgianna, at church, and needing an attorney.  Shelley was covering her ass, may have been to court, under my license, and my name, which was hugely popular after, defending those people from the Flathead, who were involved in the FBI raids, on growers up here, with many people hating the feds, and even posting signs to that effect, along the highways . . . Mike and Shelley are insiders, in the Mo contingency of the intelligence community, and protecting, the federal government's interests, as they are in the water compact!  Or rather covering their own, BIA, or Bureau of Indian Affiars negilgence on water rights recording, going back to 1973 to 1983, when the Montana Legislature wanted all water rights recorded, and that included the U.S. government, on behalf of Indians, and Indians, themselve, showing equal protection and due process at its best, the way it should be!

 

I believe, your Matthew McClintock, was sitting in as, the current, sitting Judge Allison, who was allegedly substituted in for, Judge O. Lympus, who allegedly at the last minute had to go to the doctors office, with a surprise appearance by me at court that day!  The ruling on the case, which came out so fast, seemed within a day or two, pre-prepared, did not reflect the record, the transcript, or the actions taken in court that day, with complete obstruction of justice by the attorney, with a conflict of interest, taking judicial action in his office, rather than letting the court do its job, and making a known, thieve, who had taken $35,000 from her mother already, denying, changing and authenticating, court documents, that were totally the opposite of the person chosen to be her power of attorney, and estate representative . . . which is entirely consistent with Shelley type fraud, with Clarise, looking more the type of child that mom would want, after 20 years of Georgianna taking care of her, and with liar, Clarice, much like Shelley, being the last of 5 children, to be trusted with anything of her mother's!  I could see Shelley's hands all over this, as well as entities who had a interest in keeping me down, who would outshine, outsmart, outlawyer, being the real lawyer, having taught family law at two universities, as well as being staff attorney for the Utah Division of Aging . . . or NO CONTEST!

 

Michael Willis, Documentary Film Producer, Cowboy Picks Up on Me, Weeks Later in Missoula, Montana?  We Are Both at the Poverello Homeless Shelter!

 

I recognized the Judge, but under a different name, right off the bat, called Georgianna, and wanted her to go to court, to verfiy, who and what, Judge Allison aka Michael Willis looked like . . . I think, they eventaually, bought, George off, just like they do all of the people I met, especially, the ones who need legal help . . . they have the power, access, and ability to promise anything, and I have to battle through the court system!  But, I am about 75% sure, that this is the Judge . . . thought, well, maybe, that 25%, possibility that I am wrong, is worth, seeing where this goes, he was charming enough, and he had a shit load more money than I did, was getting an new truck, and wanted me to help a bit on writing or rewriting an intro to his presentation to his film . . . probably what these locals got, to get their money out of them . . . but the cowboy started playing the twinning game with me . . . just like Jack, then later, Tony, and the Company boys do to protect the Company girls!

 

At one point, after any attraction, and me ditching Mike, seeing through his double government bull shit, and barely being about to speak to him, and that didn't take long . . . oh, proof, that he was some type of cop . . . at the Pov, Mike, who allegedly was staying there, rather than renting a place, had been bitten by a brown recluse spider, while living in Bozeman, and he had a nasty looking purple part of his leg, so believable, at least on that point, but, he was always kept on the plum duty of having people sign in their names, as they came through the door of the old Poverello, to get dinner.  One time, a guy, refused to write his name . . . no big deal, but to a cop, who is used to that power trip, Michael, who allegedly was 70 years old, looked more like a 50 year old, grabbed the guy by the shirt, and started to force him to go back to the door and sign his name!  I was shocked by his actions, and was even more convinced, in my game of playing the cover, to rat out a cop, that he was indeed a cop! 

 

These super cops, whom, the Company, seems to send me, always promise, that if I hang with them, they can protect me from the local cops . . . really, a fed!  How do you think I learn all this intel information?  LOL!  Play their cover.  So, Mike kept trying to get me to stay at a hotel with him, go places, and he would get pissed, that, unlike the government hookers, didn't fall for his cowboy show, his judge show, and rejected both him and his protections!  And, just like Jack, in Kalispell, the local cops started to crawl up my ass, as I wrote about the local sheriff's race between McDermitt and Josh Clark, dirty politics, and other local issues.  In fact, much like Jack Strode, Mike, would predict the outcome of the elections, and he got more and more, pissed at me, even watched me write my blog, that I had just started, actually in Missoula, I think, and saw the huge number of hit, and he turned on me like the Devil!  I would show, Mike/Matthew, my blog, he would read it, comment on how good it was, and then in the same breath, doubt I wrote it, and call me a broad, and I was stupid for not liking him . . . he was even so desperate to have sex with me, that he offered to pay me $200!  NO! 

Introduction to Matthew McClintock, His Cowboy Name . . . Got Caught on Tax Ivasion!

I was renting from Tony Ostemeier, in Missoula, some time later, in the summer, having met, Michael, around November of 2013, so this was last summer, in 2014, and I was in Missoula again, and Michael Willis, approached me about hiring me to handle some tax issues for him and he would pay me $100 per hour to do some research and write a letter or two.  He gave me his tax information, and I noticed, as any good attorney would that, the letter was addressed to a different guy, someone named, Matthew McClintock!  He told me that was just another name, he used in his professional work, BINGO, a double agent!  I knew it, this was not the judge, and was not Willis, this was a Matthew, or he had done what Alan Dulles/Frank of Interpol did to Allan Rex Bess, and murdered the real guy, the one who was to inherit the ranch, from wealthy aging parents, somewhere in California, and this was really a cop from Utah, who was playing the California, and said he was adopted by the rich couple, who raised him!  We got in a fight over the tax stuff, but I think, he had done much the same thing, as he was doing now, claiming through crook and scam, to have set up some LLC, to handle some film project, he was allegedly suppose to have gotten, or some grant, that he now claimed he never got, and never did make any money, as claimed, owing $4,000 in back taxes, when in reality, he and some chick, put the money in, in anticipation for getting the grant or film deal, but never did get money, and just took money out of the account, and they had their facts all wrong . . . I looked up the law, told him, he had been denied his due process rights, and the attorneys for the state had failed to give him notice and a hearing . . . he said he would do it himself, from that point on . . . turning it over to Shelley, aka, JoAnn, now that he had the laws from me . . . as he did with the Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys, new and improved, shpill to introduce the film, to potential investors!  Proof of that, is on my computer, and in my Google Docs, if the NSA, wants to verify, again another theft by boring Shelley, as per blog!

Trip to Pick Me Up at the Ray of Hope, Rescue Mission in Great Falls!  A Block Away, And He Never Came?  Twinning, Picked Up Shelley, Left Me Behind . . . Just Like Jack/John, and Thanksgiving Trip on Amtrak, With Me in Utah with Kids/Shelley Doubling on Trip!

Even months later, or years, I was shocked, to hear, Jack Strode "Ware" of the Pennsylvania Water Systems, billionaires . . . any connection with the water compact in Montana, feds, Shelley aka JoAnn?  But, Jack, brought up our trip to Pennsylvania . . . I never went . . . you never bought me tickets to go back east for Thanksgiving, and I was in Utah, took off, when you, Jack took to long in the Casino, on Idaho, Thanksgiving night, when I took off, to go spend it with Elliot, in Utah, thinking Greta and Dallas, had, as they always did, cooked, Thanksgiving dinners, taking over for me, when I got Picks Disease, and liked it so much, they just kept cooking each year!  Jack tried to pull the short term memory loss card . . . that I don't think I ever told him about, SHELLEY!  In fact, big sister, joined or even planned, a bar complaint, back in 2011, claiming to be my client, rather than my lazy ass sister, whom I was supporting, and in her complaint, while I was going to the U.S. Supreme Court, even after Hank and Jay, or Henry, who was working with Shelley and had taken bribes by that time, brought up Picks Disease, that I had not even heard, while I was still thinking I would die . . . I had not mentioned that to Fat Jack, so who did?  The extermination plans were starting to take place, the higher and more powerful I got in the law, the scheme and plans started to take form, and the circle of sisters, friends, family, clients, acquaintances, started to spread, wherever I went!

 

Just because someone is wearing a nice lawyer like suit, and the real lawyer, like me, is wearing yoga pants, and cheap ass shirts from Walmart, doesn't change the degree, the experience, the brain, the knowledge, the cases, the history, or anything . . . it simply means, that I have arrived and it doesn't matter what I wear, where I live, or what I drive . . . I can beat the best!  Like Einstien, and others, of noted achievement, once you have arrived, you no longer need the trappings of your profession, like faking it til you make it, the dress for success routine, and all that shit, you are just fucking good, you know it, they know it . . . you put good in and you get good out, knowledge in, knowledge out, until writing blogs like this are second NATURE!  There is no short cut to success! NONE!

Murder of Patricia Bartholemew, Clerk of the Appellate Courts, Mattheson Courthouse, Salt Lake City, Utah . . . Her & Hubby, Hit Head On, Up in the Uintah Forest, Died in Collision . . . Had to Kill Pat, Whom I had Become Friends With . . . Taking Three Cases Up On Appeal!  Fall of 2011!  Mob!

Games at the Court of Appeals . . . top secret cover-up for murder!  Yesterday, while in Salt Lake City, Utah, coming in on the bus, at around 7:00 AM, from Parowan, Utah, waiting for a bus to Rexburg, Idaho, leaving the bus terminal, at 6:15 PM, I had almost 12 hours to kill.  So, I did my blog, on the computers at the Salt Lake Library, read the newspaper, glad to see, former Attorney General, Mark Shurtleff, getting his dues, maybe?  Both he and John Swallow, AG of only 11 months, generally thanks to me, appropriately, being in Missoula a year or so ago, in December, seeing a Salt Lake Tribune article, stating, FBI drops probe against Swallow . . . HELL, NO, and I wrote my blog, for about 16 fucking hours about getting these two, dirty bastards, little Mo Boys, with Eagle Scout Awards!  I was an insiders and was bribed by Tim Lawson, with Shurtleff in the wings, offering to wine and dine me, at the beginning of the Brock securities case . . . I didn't see it as a bribe, at that point, and told him, I didn't need help, because I had the Constitution on my side, and by the time, I did all the work on the case, Mark was using Tim to try to work a deal out . . . I was willing to go with half, or about $187 million, because they, the government refused to settle out of court and I had them by the balls now, so that was the offer or were were going to court . . . then the deal and steal game!

 

Anyway, I got on the court computers, down on the first floor of the Mattheson Courthouse and just happened to pull up the Levin v. Levin case, where the fraud from Judge Anderson, started, by not sending the complete record to the Court of Appeals!  Underneath all these cases, was the goal to cover stealing Elliot, and God's Revolver music, and with the new case, coming at the same time, 2011, when Hope Carlton Levin, showed up on my law office steps, wanting to get representation, allegedly referred to me, from some of Shelley's contacts, in Vegas, who were doing cookie cutter bankruptcy cases, and wanted me to show them, Steve Yarmy Law Firm, Chris, and James Brown, who hooked up with Shelley though her mortgage business, at about the same time I filed the Brock 10th Circuit Court of Appeals case, and Mark Shurtleff, came to a Southern Utah State Bar Conference in St. George, and as a speaker, on the BCI college football mess, with the University of Utah, winning the best record, that year, but not being able to go to the big bowl games . . . I offered Steve and my assistance on the BCS lawsuit, and magically, just wrote mafia, accidentally, all about money, but I talked to Mark, and I was working on the case, and all changed, as it did, because I am fucking good!

 

So, I remember, back in September of 2011, writing a kick ass 19 page brief, making up total new law in the area of cohabitation and alimony, and the complexities, but going from a bad two prong test to a clear and powerful, 10 prong test, with provisions in the Utah Rules of Civil Procedure, for extending the length of the brief, which I believe was 10 pages, if there was new law being made.  Hope Carlton, was watching the Appeals Docket all the time and I used my clients as my assistants.  I remember her calling me, and saying that, my brief, which she helped, do some research, including an article on the issue, from I believe the ABA Journal, or American Bar Association Journal, dealing with the issue of the difficulty courts were having being fair, in an era of modern day law and relationships, with sex both after marriage and before marriage as a plain reality!  But, we got noticed.  So, yesterday, I got on the computer, and pulled up the case . . . and all legal work, that I had done, was missing, and not on the case, being big time, at the time I wrote it!  With the last document being issued, August 25, 2011, but with no case number of 054700107, PER CURIAM DECISION.

 

In that decision, based on an incomplete record from Judge Lyle Anderson, who found that the couple was cohabitating, the lower district court ruling was upheld.  I immediately wrote and said that, the record was incomplete, and I had filed a motion for Rule 15, before the court, as was declared missing, thus giving us that second ruling . . . the case, then continued, with Pat, and me, talking and I started to file, in person, knowing full well by that time, that the Brock case has been fucked with, so I was not going to let that happen in this case.  The clerk yesterday, got me a copy of the PER CURIAM DECISION and said there were no other briefs after that . . . that ends the case.  Here is the game, the court played, mixing the docket number, with the case number, and leaving out the case, number, that connected the whole case, up to and including briefs, as last as February 2014, with Hope again, losing with her substitute counsel, and absolutely no record of the 19 page new law, from back in September, the docketing statement dates are bizarre, but the clerk, claimed, when I asked for copies of briefs that I was still writing, as last as a week or so, after being sworn into the U.S. Supreme Court, with Hope stopping me in route back home . . . only to have the FBI to our girls only Super Bowl, 2012 night, and Hope's withdraw of the appeal, and the last two briefs, the day after the Super Bowl game, with the surprise, FBI visit, and Hope, also, had a bogus, copy of the alleged, $2500 cash warrant for my arrest, for failing to appear in court, 7th district, on a case up for appeal, and not in the judge's jurisdiction!  Once she appealed, I got jailed!

• Case no. 20110499-CA, PER CURIAM DECISION, filed August 25, 2011
• Docket no. 20110499, docket date, 6/8/2011, but case no.: 054700107, docket is not connected to the Per Curiam Decision, allegedly, that was the end of the story, August 25, 2011, nothing I ever wrote, beyond that point, until, later substitution of counsel, which would have been way too late to file, was recorded . . . they erased me on the computer!
• I think the 10 prong test, which was so much more fair, was trashed, not only to cover my brilliance, but to control women, and get men off the hook, paying alimony!
• my houses and furniture, law practice, vehicles and all these old fuckers, offering to protect me, are all about polygamy!  Forcing women, into desperate financial positions, thus needing a man, with no other alternative but to get into the fucked up religious freak marriages, making Men Gods Again! 

STUDENTS NEED SHAKESPEARE IN THE EARLY 21ST CENTURY!

How Do You Think I Got So Smart?  LOL!  LOVE THE BARD!

 

 



 



SALT LAKE PRIDE . . . JEALOUS, PIRATE BOX TROLLS, JAMMING "THE DITCH AND THE DELTA" BAND SITES, WITH JUNK--JUST LIKE THEY DID IN 2011, WITH GOD'S REVOLVER'S, NEW CD FOR SONY, SOON TO BE RELEASED--STARTED GOLDEN REVOLVER GOD'S AWARDS, TO BURY THE BAND! GOOD LUCK, EL AND BAND! THE ROAD TO CHARACTER . . . GUESS, WHO'S COMING TO AMERICA? NO . . . YES! PRINCE WILLIAM & PRINCESS KATE, GEORGE AND CATHERINE! BUYING A HOME IN THE HAMPTONS! THE PRACTICAL ROYALS, WANT GEORGE, TO GROW UP LIKE A NORMAL BOY, PIZZA IN MOUTH, BASEBALL HAT ON BACKWARD! LOVE IT! I GUESS THE BRITISH LOYALISTS IN AMERICA, BACKFIRED . . . THE BRITISH MONARCHY IS COMING HERE! LOL! MO CHURCH, ARMS OF THE MO'S, CIA, FBI, ATF, NSA, DIA . . . MONARCH PROJECT, MIRANDA PROJECT, BOTH FAILED! YAHOO! WILL, KATE, AND KIDS . . . WELCOME TO AMERICA, JUST IN TIME FOR THE 4TH OF JULY, FIREWORKS! I AM SIGNING OFF UNTIL FALL, WHEN I START A NEW UNCOMPROMISED BLOG, WHEN THE BOX TROLLS ARE IN PRISON, AND GOING TO WRITE SATIRE, COMEDY, AND COVER THE POLITICAL SCENE IN AMERICA, AS THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS FOR 2016 START HEATING UP! LOOKS LIKE FUN, FIREWORKS! WANT MY FOUR BABY GENIUSES--FUTURE LAW TIGERS, TO KNOW, THAT WHAT I SAID YESTERDAY, YOU KNOW I DON'T MEAN TODAY, BUT, IT HAS BEEN PAINFUL! I KNOW YOU LOVE ME, AND I LOVE YOU, BUT IT IS COMPLICATED . . . THANKS TO THE D.C. APPOINTED LOVERS! I AM YIELDING MY CHAIR TO THE WISDOM OF DOLLY PARDON! LOL! BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK IS RETIRING! THE END OF THE BLOG! HAVE A GREAT SUMMER . . . WILL BE CALLING YOU KIDS! LOVE MOM, JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., DITCHED MY CELL PHONE IN GRAND FUNCTION JUNCTION--THE PISSED OFF LOCAL COPS FOUND THAT ONE! LOL! GAVE MY COMPUTER TO SOME BLACK DUDE, WHO JUST HAPPENED TO SIT DOWN ON THE EMPTY SEAT NEXT TO ME, AS I WAS GETTING READY TO TRASH THE SPY TRACKER, GIVING IT TO THE GRATEFUL BUS RIDER, AND SENDING THE CYBER SPIES PACKING AND FOLLOWING HIM TO VEGAS OR LA! IT WAS WORTH THE COST! I AM HONORED, READERS, THAT YOU ALL TOOK THE TIME TO READ THIS BLOG, THAT WAS THERAPUTIC, FUN, POLITICAL AND THE POISON PEN, AND REMEMBER . . . THE PEN IS MORE POWERFUL THAN THE SWORD . . . AND THE GEEKS WILL INHERIT THE EARTH, DOING MORE THAN THROWING FOOTBALLS THROUGH HANGING TIRES IN OUR BACKYARDS! NOW, JAMES . . . YOUR, JUST GREY! LOL! LOVE WILL FIND ME SOME DAY! AND IF NOT, RUN HAPPY! GOD BLESS AMERICA, GOD BLESS THE WORLD . . . IN GOD WE TRUST, IN JESUS CHRIST WE ARE SAVED! LOVE ONE ANOTHER, AS HE HAS LOVED YOU . . . ISIS!

RUN HAPPY! BELLY UP TO THE PASTIME SALOON . . . COOL THE SPOUSE AND MOVE THE HOUSE! JAMES PATTERSON--QUICKIE (BOOK) LOL! COUNTRYSIDE SERVICE; DIRTY FEW, WAVE THE BABY! MAGIC STICKER, STICKY BUDDIES . . . CLEAN SWEEP! D.C. LOCK, INC., KILLS RATS & MICE! DEMON CHILD, COPPERSMITH! EL DORADO COUNTY SHERIFFS, BOSS CELULLAR, SWEET RIDE, BEING ME! RIDERS IN THE SKY, PLAY DIRTY . . . THIS TERMINATES MY BLOG, THE BORING CHICKS, THE FAKES CAN TAKE OVER NOW . . . MY HEART, THOUGHTS, PASSIONS, HUMOR, WIT, AND LOVE ARE IN THIS BLOG, IF MY CHILDREN EVER WANT TO KNOW THEIR MOTHER! FAT AS I AM . . . HOLY SHIT?

48 Hours: Fatal Attraction . . . Murder of JoAnn Witt!

It was interesting, between my first and now, second blog today, trying to get to the bottom of this convoluted mess, of conspiracy, collusion, collaboration, bribery, identity theft, conversion of property, and the heist of the century, worth at least a billion dollars, in cases, legislation, resume, blog, other property and my son's music, it took, almost a total 360 degree, cover-up, and "but for" the exception of one, this could never have happened, I was in the process of watching an episode of 48 Hours, and the fatal attraction between, JoAnn Witt's daughter, with an interesting name, in consideration of figuring my case out, Tyler or Tylier Witt, Shelley's youngest son, is Tyrone or Ty, which is not only symbolic, but exactly what I have been saying for almost 15 years, seeing evidence of the name and identity exchange, the participation of law enforcement, up to an including the FBI, CIA, DIA, DEA, NSA to local and state officers, the governor and the attorney generals office, my clients, family, friends and even my children, who all hooked up with their spouses, and before Elliot, ditched Rachel, all of my children, were compromised by the FBI Dating Service, with federal cops infiltrating my family, at about the time I was general counsel for the Utah Medical Association, and got taken out so to say by the feds, in retaliation for protecting my doctors, constitutional and federal statutory rights, as both myself, and them, also took an oath to do . . . I defended, protected and preserved, the very rights, I swore to uphold as an officer of the court, while Utah physicians were coming under investigation for alleged, Medicaid/Mediare upcoding and alleged fraud!

Could it seriously boil down to a matter of me getting fat, during the time I was told I was going to fucking die, would never work, no cure, and with only a 2 years life expectancy?  Don't most families, huddle around the person with cancer, a heart attack, any kind of sickness for that matter?  However, that was quite the opposite with me!  Now, I have rarely been considered a sympathetic character, or a woman, men love to take care of, protect, defend or perserve!  I remember, being first married, and I was pregnant with Greta, my first child, and one of Zeke/Richard, my husbands, friends, Enos or Steve Wray, who was dating a friend of mine from high school, Debbie Sparenburg, and I remember Steve telling her to get up and turn around, to show, us, me included, looking like a disgusted balloon, and sicker than a dog, throwing up, daily, sometimes, 20 times a day, until I threw up the bial in my stomach, with my boss at the Utah Division of Social Services, where I was a graphic artist, at the time, counting the times I ran to the bathroom to vomit, but even in those days, and I was every bit as hot as Debbie, in fact, had many more boyfriends than probably any girl in Bountiful High; however, being much more of a competitor with men, that one needing a big strong man to defend and protect me!  But, the four of us, were playing parlor games, that were popular at the time, and Zeke and Enos, or Richard, my own husband, and Steve, would cheer and coach Debbie, that helpless creature, until she got engaged and she bit Steve's head off and he broke of the engagement, but when it came to my turn, it was ballz out and take her down . . . so this is a phenomena, since my youth and even early marriage!

Perhaps Leaving My Kids, After Much Observation, Study, and Reliance on Experts, Left Them, Somehow Tainted By Their Father's Attitude of Competition with Me, Rather than Sympathy, When Different Times Called for Loving Care . . . Which I Myself Am Not Great At?

Life is interesting, to say the least, and if anything is a learning experience, not only about yourself, but about your spouses, in my case, but about your children as well.  It seems that as you try to avoid one landmine, you happen to step in another, but add, the conniving of the government, and a testosterone filled, group of government cops, who have seen this very competent, capable, and competitive attorney, time after time take them down, not only in the legislature, but later in court as well, infiltrating your family, not only with the male species with all their frailties, and propensity for favoring submissive women, with extra large fake boobs, or those, much like Debbie, who will stand up and play Barbie Doll for them, acting the complete fool and idiot, until they hook a man, then the venomous snake oil, comes oozing out of their skin, but then add DEA agents, who have hated you, since long before your daughter got hooked up with him, or a CIA agents, with the same problems, hired, specifically, to fuck up your daughter, so she eventually will turn on you, and also, a daughter-in-law, who may, even be a double for the first girlfriend or wife, but is actually, law trained, under her cover . . . plus a girlfriend, who, in spite of your best efforts to promote your son's music, always has a couples, excuse, to keep is music under cover and local, rather than busting it nation and worldwide, to Harley Davidson, Hog Rallies . . . then add 9 other members of your family, a father and sister, who both had goals of being attorneys, very average cousin and friend attorneys, and a shit load of envy and jealousy, professional and otherwise, with trained personnel in your close knit and loving family, regardless of the challenges, and pay some fucked up bastard, to brainwash, trash, lie, cheat, steal, and turn your kids, daughters and son's against you, use grandchildren against you, for no apparent reason, and you are starting to get a minimal picture of the complexity and mess of this case, story, and family!

Are you starting to get the picture?  Simply amazing, to take four of the sweetest children in the world, who cherished their youth, looked to their mother, as a great mom, even years after, divorcing their father, being with them, more than their aunts, who were housewives, with nanny's, were with their children . . . hooking up with a lover, with two children, and great house, and tons of fun, that shaped their lives, and gave them the foundation for where they are . . . and a mother, using Greta's word, that you get bragging rights to . . . and turn them into vipers, who would lie to cover up, what, their fucking dirty lying spouses, paid to lay the foundation of shit, trying to mess up very close mother/child relationships, poisoning the waters, tainting and telling, God knows what, to their spouses, who would rather have, what, less competent, less smart, less supportive, mother-in-law . . . and would rather have women, who pretend to love you, allegedly more than your very own mother, come to see babies, treat your asshole, traitor husbands, better . . . but all with the intent of ulterior motives of rage, jealousy, envy, hatred, and an eye for the money, fame, and whatever they can steal from YOUR VERY OWN MOTHER, who is allegedly DYING?, but sure as hell, like rattlesnakes, with something other than your child's best interest at stake?  Perhaps that sweet Aunt Shelley, who framed your brother for murder, after her bastard, child of her heart, got his little fucking nose out of joint, because he was too fucking lazy to stay with a band, practice, do cords, in your bedroom without a crowd for fucking YEARS, and his selfish mother, with the same attributes, never once, drove Isaac and the boys to practice, concerts, nor took an interests, until Elliot's band, got famous, cranking CD after CD out, and helped a murderous group of federal officers, KILL not only Elliot's lead singer, to fuck the band, and profit from the sensational story, while they pirated the money, but hurt, Chris too, who had Blake as a friend first . . . NICE!

Trace the Money, And You Will See and Know the Motive!

My God, you have a mother, who has a resume, to feed, the jealous, ambitions of 6 fucking lazy ass women, like Sue, Shelley, Rachel and Tiffany, your aunts, and give them killer credentials, honors, awards, up to an including a case and a bar membership to the United States, fucking, Supreme Court, or the fucking largest ass blog on the face of the god-damned planet!  Did you fucking loose your minds, you talked, discussed, and saw my fucking Supreme Court license, when I either dropped one on your porch or hand delivered it, or mailed you a copy . . . and you doubt me, and believe, fucking NON-ATTORNEYS?  A fucking jealous bastard of a grandfather the God Father himself, a MAFIA FUCK, who wanted to go to law school, and is not fucking Greta, with fucking dumb ass, cheating fucker DALLAS or GEORGE?  Good God . . . a mother can only turn her head, her heart for so long, and then you have to wonder, what the motive of her children is?  Seriously, tell Oprah, the fucking richest woman in America, that she doesn't deserve her money, her fame, her magazine, her books, her fortune, because her fucking weight, fluctuated?

I can't believe, I would raise such a bunch of lame ass children, who would believe, the gold digging, money grubbing, lying thieving, Southwick family, for filthy lucre, when they stole your brother's music money, and you didn't believe ME?  I am so glad to have solved this case, regardless of the fucking, pussy whipped, penis fucked, dumb asses, who are falling into the trap, that was foretold in the scriptures, that the women and children shall RULE over them?  Are you fucking proud of this?  Your wiener, is first and foremost?  Sexual and visual satisfaction rules of the day, not principles, values, concepts of freedom, honor, self mastery, integrity, honesty, etc., just plain, never fucking entered your brain fucked mind?  You sure as hell are not the fucking children I raised!  God, Shelley, Rachel, Susan, Tiffany, grandpa and ma, David, Mark, Kevin . . . FUCK, YUCK . . . God damMit, have the LOSERS WHO WANT TO BE YOUR MOTHER!  How, can you not see, through their total bull shit, not remember the asinine comments, like . . . Mark, when Chris, Elliot and Isaac, were with me, the mom, who did fucking everything with you, picked them up from snowboarding, with passes, and darling Uncle Mark, said he would not let his kids, your cousins, go across the street to talk to YOU!  Greta and Nicole, you would not be in the military, never travelled and seen the world, having gone to 19 and 23 countries, with tons of great experiences, had I listened for one second to your fucking up, controlling extended family, now masters, no Golden Key Honor Society, probably married to some, dip shit Mormon, loser, like, what Buzz Feed, Copper, ugly as that political fuck, Republican, can't remember his name, lost every election, with $250 million to spend vetting candidates?

The Fat Lady Has Sung . . . Get A New MOTHER!  I Just Wanted to Solve the Crimes, Protect My Son, But Hey, All Your Aunties and Uncles Can Parent You Better!

SHIT, HAVE EACH OTHER . . . YOU ARE THEIR PRODUCTS NOW.  I HAVE NEVER BEEN AFRAID TO HAVE YOU HATE ME . . . So Have At It!

I'm Heading to Montana for Some Sanity By Myself!

You Can Only Serve One Master . . . Either God, or MONEY!

You Are Your EXTENDED Families Children, Your Fathers . . . But NOT MINE . . . Don't Want Liars!

DEVIL'S SPERM (ISAAC ANDERSON, MICAH OWENS--SETTING UP MY SONS) . . . I'M OUT OF THIS WORLD! HOTCHKISS . . . HOT DESIGN--HOT--CAUTION! THIS IS MY INTRO AND ATTENTION GETTER YESTERDAY, AND THE BORING BTICHES, CHANGED IT TO "COVERAGE AND OPPORTUNITHY"! YUCK, THIS IS NOT MY DOING . . . I AM LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK? I DON'T DO BORING ANY BETTER THAN STUPID! GOOD GOD, STAY OFF MY GOD-DAMNED BLOG! YOU FUCKING BORING BITCHES! SHIT! GET A LIFE, SEPARATE AND ASIDE FROM MINE! READ THE LAST BLOG, THEY MADE A TITLE, "SO BORING" THAT YOU WOULD NOT READ ANY OF IT . . . BEAR WITH THE BITCHS, AND GO TO THE BLOG THAT FUCKING CRUCIFIES THE HAGS! GOD ALMIGHTY! NOW I ALMOST FORGOT WHAT I WAS GOING TO WRITE ABOUT! OH, YEAH, I CHALLENGED THE COPS TO FIND MY CELL PHONE, AND SAID I HAD FUN OUT RUNNING THEM, SO THEY GAVE ME A SECOND CHANCE TO GET CAUGHT . . . STING OP A SHELTER, I WATCHED COPS CRUISE UP AND DOWN THE STREET. THREE SHERIFFS' CREEPED OVER TO THE SIDE OF THE OLD "BLUE MOOSE", SOON TO BE "THE MOOSE", RACH?, LOL! AND WHILE I WAS CURIOUS WATCHING THEM, A CITY COP CAME INTO CARL'S JR.! WHAT THE HELL THE COPS WERE LIKE CARP . . . YOU KNOW THOSE TRASH FISH, THAT PILE ON TOP OF EACH OTHER IN CANALS, SWAMPS, AND AMUSEMENT PARK PONDS? YEAH, YOU KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT, IN LESS THAN A HALF HOUR, 5 COPS PASSED BY THE GAS STATION ON NORTH AVENUE, WHILE ME AND THE CLERK WERE TALKING--BETWEEN 1 AND 2:00 A.M., I WAS DANCING THROUGH THE SHADOWS, SNEAKING, CREEPING, AND CRAWLING TO MY DESTINATION. AFTER EATING BREAKFAST, FINISHING AT 4:00 A.M., I WENT OVER TO WRIGLEY'S OUTSIDE TABLE AND CHAIRS . . . THEY MUST HAVE HAD SURVEILLANCE ON ME, THE SECOND I CAME OUT THE SHADOWS, BECAUSE A "BLACK & WHITE" WAS ON MY ASS, WHILE HE WENT INTO THE VILLAGE IN PARKING LOT, I SLIDE ALONG THE WALL TO HIDE . . . HE FLIPPED A "U" TURN, AND WENT BLAZING OUT OF THE PARKING LOT . . . I THINK HE THOUGHT, THAT I TOOKk OFF DOWN THE STREET! LOL! DON'T WORK HARDER, WORK SMARTER! LOL! HIGHWAY PATROL JUST WENT BY! GAME ON . . . IT WAS GOING ON LITERALLY FOR 12 HOURS! I HAPPY, AS LONG AS THEY DON'T CATCH ME! LOL!

UNSWEETENED!  YOUR ARE TOO BORING TO BE ME . . . SORRY!  LOL!

FRESH BAKED BUNS!

I wrote for about 5 hours yesterday . . . I saw an episode of On the Case, with Paula Zahn, called, EVIL REPEATS ITSELF!  It was about the murder of a 17 year old girl, that took prosecutors and cops 40 years to solve.  What had happened, is that one cousin, lived in a small farm house that he left open for his friends to party in and have afternoon, liaisons and delight, with their girlfriends.  Never in the world or in his wildest thoughts, did he ever think a murder would take place!  But it did. And the reason it took so long to solve the homicide case, was the fact that the owner of the house, was going to California, and switched cars with his cousin, who had a more reliable vehicle.  And while the cousin was gone, the older, married cousin, even with a few kids of his own, had a crush on this new waitress, and followed her one day after work . . . she rejected him, so he just forced her into his cousin's car, took her to the farm house, forced her to have oral sex, chocked her and beat her severely!  It was a gruesome murder, and due to the nature of what the house was used for, and with about 7 guys having access to the key, under the mat, the married cousin was the last one, the cops ever suspected in killing the young waitress, who had just moved to the town!

JUST AS TASTY!

I Am Not Arguing, I Am Just Explaining That I Am Right!

So, by analogous comparison, shortly after my son, Elliot, bass guitarist, guitarist, and vocalist, for a few bands, now with, The DITCH and the DELTA, but back a few years, around 2007, as I recall, right after Elliot had moved to Salt Lake City, Utah, up around the University of Utah, near, 8th or 9th South, and about the same East, that some young, college co-ed, was murdered, who lived just a few blocks from Elliot. And given, the background, with me and the cops, I was hoping that Elliot, just new to the area, was not going to be blamed for the case. Just about that time, his God's Revolver, Hard Rock Band of 2008, with the CD, Little Black Horse, was just gaining a nationwide, if not worldwide audience, so El, moved to Salt Lake, for a bigger population, to expose his music to.  I knew, at that time, after hearing the new CD, that is was as good as anything that the Doors, Blue Oyster Cult, Credence Clear Water, Pink Floyd, and other 70's bands had done, and there were music critics, writer's guilds, and others, who at time, said, this CD is so good, don't even finish reading the article and go buy a CD!  

I also, knew, Shelley, Brett, Kay, the BAD GRANDPA, and others, were pirating the music . . . and to prove, the connections of this bitch and her bastard son, she is probably the one who fucked the title of the blog from yesterday, obviously having over-ride power over my blog and total access, through the Mormon NSA, and other, alleged covered agencies, who participated, in the framing of my son . . . while, it was Shelley's little bastard and jealous cousin, Isaac, alleged closest cousin, who was already living in Salt Lake at the time, who I believe, knowing the drinking habits of his cousin, waited until he was drunk, which was often in those whiskey slamming days, with the laziest band in America!  Those are Elliot's own words to describe his very talented, but so drunk band, that they hardly knew what they had created!

A Picture of ET, of Phone Home, Fame . . . On the Wall, at Roasters Expresso and Cafe, Grand Funk Junction, Colorado, With a Sad Look!

It is my instinctive guess, that mother's intuition, that kicked in, with Elliot and his band, going whole hog, setting up their nationwide tour, with Cape Magazine of Sweden, Hustler another worldwide music magazines, either ready to do interviews or had already taken the photos for the articles, at the same time, that Shelley, Isaac, and Rachel, all disappeared for about two years, being trained by the CIA, or some other fucking Mo, agency, trained to try to fuck my family, especially Elliot . . . Shelley and Isaac are one in the same, they always, always, always, want something for nothing!  The mother son, team is like a sick cancer, that attaches itself to your human organism, and spreads, like black ink in a pure glass of water, turning clean, clear, and crystal fresh product, into a tainted, dirty, cheap imitation, doing everything to get money.  Which is turn, bought power access, cops, judges, prosecutors, legislators, friends and family, who were willing to set up an innocent man, or trade his music for his freedom!  Those who he trusted back then, and probably trusts, now, have, looking at the painting of the extraterrestrial alien, with a cover over his sad face . . . looking so betrayed, bewildered, and totally in shock, as Elliot would be, if I am write, 97% of the time I am, the other 3%, I don't care about!  

Can you even imagine, a cousin, whom you had been close with since birth, born, only one month apart, being so jealous, envious, and murderous, that he would do anything to take your place, trample you, to get his own, undeserved fame, chance at being a rock star, on your back, your talent, your work, and effort . . . stealing that, being one of your most close and assumed, allies, defenders and supporters to you face; however, behind your back, he would kill a girl, set you up, and frame you for the murder . . . with all the support of fucking dirty ass cops, and the power structure to be able to pull of this shit, and it was NO fault of yours, or your mothers, who was just doing her job, as you were playing your music, with the full anticipation that you would be rewarded for all the work, effort, drive, struggles, challenges, that the music field can bring, but being ever so up to that task, to have it secretly stripped from you, denying you of your just rewards, accolades, honors, status, fans, and the thrill of sharing your talent and music with the world?, just to have the lazy cousin, with a mother, who never once, participating in the early years, when Isaac was in the first band, and even in Maraloka, but took off for two years, because of an army of Mo's, FBI, CIA, NSA, missionaries, and members, who wanted a V-Chip version of the music and the Backstreet Boys?

Catcher In the Raw!  A Guilt Ridden Mother, Who Wanted To Make Good on all the Time She Never Spent With Her Son, With the Burden, Falling on Elliot's Back!  Who Knows What the Other Band Members Did?

TIGHT THUMPER

At various times, I have been asked to file out forms, and one of the questions, inevitably is, have you been a victim of domestic violence . . . I always, hesitate to say, NO, because, I have never been abused by a partner, never been slapped, hit, hurt, or really disparaged, and if anyone ever did, I would be gone in a New York second, and I used to joke as I would give my domestic violence and sexual assault trainings, while an assistant attorney general, and when someone would ask me if I had ever been abused, because I was so passionate about the topic and so willing to do all in my power for clients, citizens, and even for abusers to get them to stop, and find more peaceful solutions to their anger management issues, but I would also joke that, I was more likely to be the abuser, than the abused!  Although my mother told me at age 40, when I was doing all this with domestic violence, victims and abusers, with cops, often being the worst abusers, that my father, had beaten me, so hard one time, that I was black and blue from shoulder to knees, because I would not cry, and give him and my mother the satisfaction, of breaking me, as indicative, of tears and a repentance attitude!  He is still trying to make me cry and break my spirit . . . fat chance dad!  

But as I reflect, on that question, I always want to say, but I have been a victim of systemic violence, from those in the criminal and civil justice, if you can call it that, systems, that have used, abused, and exercised abuse of power, and exerted control over me, and my family, in order, to break, make me cry, make me scream, "UNCLE", or to get power and control over me!  I joke with women that I counsel, on domestic issues, that feel glad you don't have hundreds, if not thousands, of abusers, like I do!  I believe that the violence has gone to the extreme, and there is a incredible hatred, and these are hate crimes, and due to the fact that I cost the cops and prosecutors, judges, and others, money, either by killing unconstitutional legislation, like asset forfeiture, fraud units, and other things, that these literal, abusers, with tons of power and control, access, and can literally get away with murder . . . it is very comprehensible that Isaac did in fact, kill that girl, and Elliot was framed, at about the time his band was ready to take off . . . as the fake band, was being prepared, or judged on the way, grandpa and Dallas acted . . . they were already on tour, and needed to stop the REAL band, from gaining traction!

Ezra Pound . . . Charge, Scare the Shit Out of Elliot, And Exchange Jail for Music, and Free Title to All His Hard Work!

I remember, Shelley, telling me that Blake Donner, lead singer for Parallax, was dead, and she was sitting in her backyard, in the fish bowl house, on 5th South, about 300 East, acting hard core, while smoking a cigar!  Her book shelves were filed with serial killers, money laundering, off shore banking, witchcraft, the occult, Tarot cards, and she believed that she was, Ra, the Egyptian Queen, Who was now a Goddess!  But, she once had a conversation with Rachel, about power and world domination, and Rachel said, who would want to have that power and rule the world, and Shelley, looked shocked and said, I would!  I believe that Shelley, and crew, cops, prosecutors, judges, and the Utah Attorney Generals, whom both knew me, had aided and abetted Shelley, facilitated the theft of my identity . . . one sister sues the government, is seen as an enemy of cops and prosecutors, while working for those entities; therefore, since JoAnn has embarrassed us, and cost us a shit load of money, that we planned on stealing from the masses, professionals and others, under the Patriot Act, with the Hitlarian mantra, of do whatever it takes, with NO limits, and NO exceptions . . . and that would include MURDER!

I think, Blake was killed, to sensationalize this new up and coming, grunge and doom band, with lyrics of death, and the death will, like Keith Cobain, of Nirvana, Jim Morrison of the Doors, Janis Joplin, Jimmy Hendricks, and others who all died as rock stars and musicians, they became idols, and made more and were worth more money after they were dead!  Isaac was always, on the outside looking in, or he opted out, like with Maraloka, to go tour, with God's Revolver, while Elliot, stayed with the bands, worked, learned, and grew as a musician.  Even after Elliot got accepted to the Berkeley School of Music in Boston, I am sure that through, Aunt Sue's and Uncle Kevin's connections, at the school, that with my cases being stolen, so I didn't have the money to pay for the $40,000 per year tuition, and Elliot could only borrow half of the tuition money from Pell Grants, and other means, and decided to stay at the University of Utah, the plan was to keep Elliot down, and elevate Isaac, just as is the case with me, drag her down, much like lobsters do in a tank, once one crawls up the sides, all the others, claw them down, so there is this false elevation of the inferior, lazy, stupid, and those who didn't take the opportunities to grow, and elevate them, while taking the gifted, the talented, those willing to learn, study, take lessons, and do all in your power to destroy, steal from them and even KILL THEM!

America, Under the One World Order, Suffers From the Same Problems, Rather than Elevate Other Countries, Through Trade, Freedom, Democracy, and Capitalism . . . We are Going to Pull Them Down to Third World Status, and Elevate the Less Viable, Worthy and Rich!  Thus Socialism and Communism!

Isaac, Shelley, Rachel, Brett, Kay, Alan/Frank, and others, in the government, had the motive, means, access, power, protection, ability, to frame and the people to not only pull it off . . . to carrying it off, but to put the blame on the innocent,  to steal, kill and MURDER!  This gang, mob, mafia, enemies, had the mens reas and the actus reas, the intent, the motive and the actions to pull this shit off!

God Bless, The DITCH and the DELTA, Protect Them From This Murderous GANG, and There Ill Gotten Gain, Fame, and Fortune!  Justly Reward The Worthy!

IF GOD IS WITH YOU, NOBODY CAN BE AGAINST YOU!

Alan Dulles, Frank, Shelley, Isaac, Dad, Brett, Kay, Rachel . . . DEVIL'S SPERM!