BOOM CHICKA POP! THE DITCH & THE DELTA, ROCKS MUTINY INFORMATION CAFE' TONIGHT, DENVER! BEAT THE HEAT . . . ONE OF THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE FRIES! CEREMONIAL COPS? DITCHING CELL PHONE & COMPUTER--WHIPPING P.O.S.T.! THAT STANDS FOR PEACE OFFICERS' STANDARDS AND TRAINING! SPOOKS ON ME YESTERDAY, STOLE $20 FROM MY PURSE, WHILE HIKING RATTLESNAKE CANYON--STOLE NEW COLORFUL UMBRELLA, AT LAW SCHOOL, AFTER TYPING BLOG AT LAW SCHOOL! WHAT A BUNCH OF CLOWNS! STING OP AT POV. THIS MORNING--MY MORNING--LEFT AT 4:00 A.M., WITH U.S. MARSHAL LOOKING STUNDED, JUMPING THE GUN! LOL! RUN FOR THE LUCK OF IT! LOL! ALWAYS ERROR ON THE SIDE OF SAFETY! CONFEDERATE FLAGS COME DOWN--ABOUT TIME--BOX STORES NOT SELLING ANYMORE, SOUTH CAROLINA CAPITOL . . . CIVIL WAR OVER, CIVIL RIGHTS HERE TO STAY, LIKE IT OR NOT . . . U.S. SUPREME COURT JUST UPHELD TOOLS TO END DISCRIMINATION IN HOUSING! JUNE 17, FIRST BLACK FEMALE U.S. ATTORNEY GENERAL SWORN IN, THAT NIGHT 9 PEOPLE GUNNED DOWN IN CHURCH BY DYLANN STORM ROOT, INSPIRED BY WHITE SUPREMACISTS, LIKE GEORGE ZIMMERMAN, KKK, AND OTHER HATEMONGERS! MAKE IT A PROJECT TO GET TO KNOW A BLACK . . . I DIG THE HELL OUT OF THE ONES I KNOW! MORE IN COMMON THAN DIFFERENT! MOMS OF ANAL RETENTIVE, PERFECTIONIST SONS! LOL! LOCAL HAPPENINGS: (1) SHOW AND SHINE: GARDEN CITY RIVER ROD RUN, CARAS PARK, 5:00 P.M., FRIDAY, AND SATURDAY 11:00 A.M. TO 4:00 P.M., CRUISIN' PARADE ON HIGGINS AVE., LIVE ENTERTAINMENT BY ZOO CITY, AWARDS, ETC., MISSOULA, MT.--"SHOW & SHINE" IS NOT JUST TO SHOW OFF THE CAR, IT'S TO GET TO SEE THE REACTION FROM THE PEOPLE--CAR OWNERS PAY TO SHOW CARS--WE GET IN FREE--SO, COME SEE!; (2) PORTRAITS AT SOUTH TOWN MALL, RAISE AWARENESS OF MISSOULA CHILDREN WHO NEED FOSTER, ADOPTIVE FAMILIES . . . WE CAN DO THIS MISSOULA!; (3) SUNDAY EVENT A BENEFIT FOR NEPAL, MULTIMEDIA BENEFIT TO RAISE MONEY FOR SHELTER MATERIALS, MEDICAL SUPPLIES AND EDUCATIONAL RESOURCES NEEDED FOR RECONSTRUCTION--EVENT BEGINS 5:00 P.M. SHWOING OF THE "HIMALAYA," A 1999 FILM SHOT IN NEPAL DEPICTING A FAMILY RIVALRY ON ANCIENT CARAVAN ROUTES--IN RESPONSE TO APRIL 25 GORKHA EARTHQUAKE, ITS AFTER SHOCKS AND RELATED LANDSLIDES KILLED ALMOST 9,000 PEOPLE--CONTACT ADARA DEVELOPMENT, A NON-PROFIT INTERNATIONAL AID ORGANIZATION; AND (4) MONTANA MOVES TO REVEAL CORPORATE CAMPAIGN SPENDING--IN LIGHT OF THE U.S. SUPREME COURT RULING IN CITIZENS UNITED, MONTANA COMMISSIONER OF POLITICAL PRACTICES JONATHAN MOTL SAID, "THEY CAN SPEAK THEY CAN SPEN THEIR MONEY. THEY SIMPLY HAVE TO TELL MONTANANS HOW MUCH THEY'RE SPENDING, WHO THEY SPENT IT AGAINST OR FOR, WHEN THEY SPENT IT AND WHERE THEY GOT THAT MONEY FROM." NOW THAT'S TAKING THE BULL BY THE HORN, MONTANA! MONTANA IS AMONG THE FIRST STATES TO REQUIRE THAT LEVEL OF DISCLOSURE, AND OTHER STATES ARE WATCHING, TO SEE WHAT EFFECT IT WILL HAVE! NO DARK MONEY! TRANSPARENCY PLEASE!

Dream with Ceremonial Cops . . . Like Dressed for a Parade in Cowboy Get-Ups?  LOL!

The other night at the Poverello Center for the Homeless, my hotel for a few days, maybe not after this morning, but, some chick, was in the bathroom, while I was going in to do my nightly chore . . . and she said, some other chick had already done the floor, so would I mind cleaning up the mess in the hall?  Yes, I do mind, and this job looks like shit!  I have one job to do, and I will do it . . . don't know what this other girl is doing, but she put too much detergent in the water, and there are white streaks all over the terricota tiles, and I need to do this over.  If my name is on something, it is sure as hell, going to be done right, whether a brief for the U.S. Supreme Court, or doing the bathrooms in a homeless shelter, I am who, I am! 

She then apologized for coming off "authoritative" were her words, as I responded, you will have a hard time, pushing me around, I am an attorney who is used to pushing other people around.  Oh?  What kind of law do you practice?  I thought this might get her attention, it usually does, even at a homeless shelter, and with, I would suspect, given, this apparent set up, by some cop undercover bitch, to get me in trouble, and kicked out of the shelter, or some other write up or reprimand . . . never works, they always fail, but as this incident is going down, some other woman, comes up to me, cowardly, and afraid of this alleged, "authoritative" bitch, that I just put in her place, and she asks me if I will stay in the bathroom, while she takes a shower . . . No, but I will be here, as long as it takes me to do the floor, and I turn to the federal bathroom troll and told her to leave this woman alone too.  The snooty troll has softened her approach and been very nice as of our last conversation!  LOL!  I love being an attorney!  LOL!  The NSA must have joined me . . . can't control my cursor!  LOL!  One of your gals, huh?  LOL!  Thought so . . . protect the gals at all costs!  How childish and pathetic are your games!

I am sure the bathroom troll will be reading this, as all feds do . . . and I don't give a rat's ass, about what she thinks, who she is, and what her tasks were, but she was a fucking ugly witch to look at, the first morning, I went in the bathroom, looks like a mole, one from underground, "undercover", with a bulbus nose, beedy eyes, and a frown!  She tried copping an attitude with me the first morning . . . just an ugly bitch, so how's that for taking your mole, bathroom troll queen down!  LOL!  What clown shit I have to put up with day to day!  Need a new play book dumb asses . . . oh, and your alleged, lying bastards of former shelter days, Brett, Dane, Garrett and crew, called in once I got here . . . fuck them too, lying bastards they are . . . this is Rachel, or Shelley, or Kay, not JoAnn, although, they are aka, Joann!  I can see through your shit, have all the way along, and someday, you will stop fooling your fucking selves and grow the fuck up!  And your little Marshal, just happens to show up this morning, at 4:00 A.M., for the surprise sting op . . . fuck you too, asshole, think I don't recognize your sorry ass? 

Good God they are stupid!  I have perfect faith in God, who alerted me, that something was up, when one of the crew, peaked in the woman's dorm, to see if I was still there . . . Ghost woman rides again, up and at'em, clothes on are ready to roll, within seconds!  I have perfect faith in myself, and perfect faith in the cops, that they will fuck it up!  LOL!  I probably should not taunt them this way, but Mitt's Mutts, on his payroll, family shit, and Mo Church shit is getting old!  Pop Rachel's fake tits, and maybe things will calm down for the Shallow Hal's of the Intel World!  LOL!  Simply amazing, that these fuckers are spending so much time, energy, and effort for a pair of fake balls in some woman's chest!  God save us all!  LOL!  Boyz will be boyz!  Grow a pair!  Boyz to Men someday . . . looks like later, rather than sooner!  God bless the Queen?

The Hole in the Ceiling, The $20, and the Umbrella!  Had to Be Spooks of the Federal Type . . . I Can Feel Them!

So, yesterday morning, as is generally the case, I am up waiting for the town to get up, and decide to go up Rattlesnake Canyon, and go hiking, before I write my blog, or go swimming, which I never made it too.  But, I took the 8:15 A.M., bus out to Bonner, about a 12 mile bus run, along the river and in the pines, as we wind through little Montana towns, south of Missoula, out in the country, for this very stuck in the city dweller, right now, without a car for the last two years . . . pipebomb, 13th East Exit in Salt Lake City, January 1, 2013 . . . payback for Mitt loosing to President Obama?  Or trying to kill me to cover up, stealing $118 million from me?  What do you think?  HMMM?  Anyway, and beautiful drive, free, and gets you out of town, all you dwellers in the concrete jungles of Missoula!

After that soul refreshing little jaunt out of town for an hour, I got off, across the street from Albertson's Market, ACE Hardware, the Helpful Place, and landed at the Green Hanger Laundramat, bathroom break and around the corner to catch the bus up the canyon for a morning hike, up to the little ranch, up Jumbo Mountain, I think it is called, to stop and look at the Texas Longhorn bull and several cows, along with some beautiful horses . . . if I can't get the ranch, I was going to buy with my $118 million, I might as well enjoy, the fruits of the labors of my neighbors up the Canyon, in addition to the lovely scenery, on the way up, streams, greenery, bridges, looks like old fashioned rock alters, human sacrifices, most like done at some point . . . just kidding, but they do make reason stare?

But before leaving, and while I was sitting, bored on the bus bench, along the freeway entrance, I decided to check to see how much money, I don't have . . . and to my surprise, there was about $86.00 in my purse, zipper pocket!  Yahoo, lunch, the Arleen, Pow Wow, and some left over for the Greek Festival, I just found out about this morning!  Happy days are here again!  So, I knew exactly how much money I had, in fact, I even took the four $20's out of the pocket and held them up . . . not intending for aerial surveillance to pick up on what I had, seeing I had ditched my cell phone at Walmart, last week in Grand Junction, and gave my computer away to some black dude on the bus, sending it packing to California or wherever he was going, while I headed back up north to Montana, Kalispell to be precises!  So, I was not expecting to have a tail on me, but I have noticed that the bus drivers, look a bit, cop-like to me, and God, my Intel man, amazingly, through seeing a bus schedule, dumped on the side of the road, as I walked to the Aquatic Center, the afternoon before, indicating to me, to trash the bus . . . but, I didn't, and I always regret not listening, and yesterday was one of those days, all fucking day!

New Found Treasure--Taco Bell, Pizza Hut!  So Good!

Feeling richer than when I started out that morning, I decided to got get lunch, and enjoy the rest of the early morning cool, before the blazing sun, came beating down on my hot head!  I got my normal, a great salad, personal pan pizza, supreme, and drink, all for $6.99, which is me is amazing, and healthy!  Although, as I piled blue cheese dressing on my healthy pile of veggies, lettuce, sunflower seeds, crutons, extra cheddar cheese, I looked up, and another message from my Intel man, God . . . Wrong Way!  Reminding me, that calories do count, that I so often talk myself out of, and the hike is going to null and void, with all that dressing!  Okay, okay, I get it, but, at least it is healthy and tasted, absolutely wonderful, to say the least!  LOL!  Calories aside, which I pretend don't exist in my world!  LOL!

So, I got to pay, and low and behold, I am missing a $20 bill . . . I only have 3 of them, rather than the four, I counted before I took the bus.  I go back in my mind, and think, although it didn't all come together until later.  I had trimmed my fingernails, before I got on the bus . . . did, I accidentily pull a $20 out when getting my fingernail clippers out of the same pocket?  Unlikely.  But, where in the hell did it go?  I always stash my black purse that seems to blend in well, with dark green vegatation, and dirt, in the shadows of the bushes, at the beginning of the Rattlesnake Canyon trail I take . . . but, I was sure that the cute red-headed boy, playing basketball, down on the nieghborhood courts, didn't see where I put my purse, and there was nobody else watching me, or so I thought . . . so where did that go?  I need that money!

My thoughts ran from being pissed to hoping that whomever found the money if it happened to blow out of my purse . . . needed it more than I did . . . but I doubt it!

You Might As Well Go BRIGHT!  Okay!  ACE The Helpful Hardware Man Told Me That!  LOL!

I know that the sun and heat, is about 10 to 25 degrees less, if you are under the shade of a tree . . . and I remembered my sister, Tiffany, who served a mission for the Mo Church, in the Philippeans, tell me that the women there, being known for beautiful and youthful skin, never go out in the sun without an umbrella . . . good idea, I will take the shade with me, as I walk to the law school to do my blog!  Umbrellas on isle 18 mam . . . I can't find them . . . here, let me show you . . . oh, thanks, didn't see them!  Now, should I get the colorful one, or the black?  Go, BRIGHT!  Red, yellow, orange, green and white, stripes . . . so cute, and fun, just right for a Burrito and fun in the sun!  I got that statement of the marque for Del Taco, this morning, going to McD's for breakfast at 6:00 A.M., after sitting on the bench and tables at the taco joint!  NSA or hackers, not letting me highlight and italicize either . . . so sad, too bad, fuckers!

Happily, I walk over to the law school, covered by a bright fun umbrella!  I pass over the lighted bridge, that takes you to the university campus, and get to the law school for my favorite part of the day, typing my blog!  I write about unleashing the elements of nature, symbolizing my four amazing children, the water, wind, fire and ice . . . or seeing a Southwestern art magazine the other day, the four wild mustages, a taste of the wild, as my kids were raised to run free, doing what their hearts desire!  There is a local cement comany, with the initials, LHC . . . or to me, Love Her Children . . . what I think of each time I see the truck!  I guess the NSA, decided if I was going to rat them out, to you, dear readers, they would put my options for emphasising back on my computer!  Thanks for reading!  Amazing what a billion readers a day will do to persuade the government cyber trolls, to let me just write!  Maybe they felt bad about taking my $20!  But I doubt it . . . they take a million a day, minimum, and so the $20 is nothing to them, but it is to ME!  THAT IS MY MONEY TOO . . . the million to 5 mil a day!  Just wanted to remind them who is writing this blog . . . not the fucking fakers, you support!  Assholes!  Fuck you!

Oh, on the line of the elements of the earth, I saw a kid with a t-shirt, with a baby kitty, that had fire coming out of his mouth!  God's reminder, that, yes, there are people pissed off that see what these fucks are doing to you every fucking minute of every fucking day!  Non-stop for the last three years!  There was also a kid last night that had the same shirt on I wrote about last week, while in Grand Fuction Junction . . . two eagles, or the national symbol, facing each other, mouths open, tallons flared, ready to attack, and with lightening flashing in the background, indicative of the two versions of America . . . mine, the founding father's version, and the Illuminati, CIA, Mo Church's version of one nation under the British crown again!  Screeaaaammmm!  Fuck NO!  Anyway, I finished my blog, and went to the bathroom, and noticed that my umbrella was missing . . . must have left it at the computer station in the library . . . no . . . there as only a guy way across the library and one upstairs, and the librarian, the most likely, seeing that huge ass donations have likely been made up here, to purchase the law school . . . but, innocent until proven guilty, but he was across the library, so?

I Look to the Ceiling . . . A Hole?  Spies, Spooks?  Maybe . . . Connecting the Dots, The Only Ones It Could BE!

After checking and rechecking, asking the librarian is he had it turned in, and he told me no; however, there was a new guy that joined him, whom I had not seen before, until I came back to check on the umbrella, with the two, the librarian and this dude . . . who jokingly said, you can't trust, us lawyers and law students.  Is that a confession . . . many FBI, are in fact, hired right out of law school, as was one of my friends, when he failed his exams, and was booted out of the University of Arizona, 38 years ago, and was contacted by the feds, which I now, understand, prefer law school grads, because, it always helps to understand the law . . . even though they don't follow it!  Not LOL!  But, nonetheless, true, sad to say!  I still kind of just blew that statement off, until I got in the hall.

I was still puzzled by the two events of this nature, in one day . . . what the hell is going on?  I had just written about magic and it seemed, like I was a victim of it, first the $20 and now the disappearing umbrella?  What the hell?  And as I pondered the events of the day, with no likely explanation . . . and having had every item of uniqueness I have owned, stolen, for the double to claim, such as blingy cowgirl jackets, bling flip flops, black fringe, cowgirl American West Brand, leather purse . . . not stolen, but copied, if they can't get the item itself.  But, I looked up to the ceiling for some reason, and there was this suspicious looking hole?  Now if that is not symbolic of spying or spies, what is . . . looking through peep holes, or doing surveillance through a roof, using infrared thermal energy fields, or surveillance low flying FBI helicopters and planes . . . all sybolic of spies, spooks, ghosts, who very well, could have seen me, deposit my purse and where, wanting me to know that they knew where I was; however, that led me to another possibility, was it my Shadow Panther . . . letting me know, he is near, watching, gathering evidence?  Maybe, hopefully?

The real fuckers, would have taken all the money!  If I were bleeding, these ravenous pack of wolves, would be licking up the blood, salavating at the teeth, and waiting to tare every bit of flesh from my body!  So, that would lead me to believe that it might be a Casper the Friendly Ghost?  KISSES!  Maybe he wanted me to write about it, to further verify the writer of this blog?  You can never have too much evidence to convict the fraud squad of broads!  Gotta protect those CIA ASSES or assets!  Don't worry about the source of the work, the author, the knowledge giver, trainer, or the real rock star!  Hell, NO!  Fuck the true scholars, guitarists, the originals, those protected by the copyright, patented material and inventions or writings, beit, music or blogging . . . hell, what and who needs a damned Constitution?!!!!!!!!  Crazy Fun--Challenging Run!  10,000 Glass Slippers of Cinderella Evidence!  Play by play . . . I am writing this at the St. Patrick's Medical Center, Learning Center, floor one, if you need to know . . . I am not in Pacific Time Zone, nor in Utah, not in Chicago, nor Alaska, nor New Zealand with the fake, new band . . . Elliot Taylor Secrist . . . is in Denver, tonight at the Mutiny Information Cafe . . . totally symbolic name of the place he is at tonight . . . there should be a MUTINY . . . fuck the CIA!

NSA . . . back in control, can't move to center to write!

Drove past a church, out in Bonner or on the way . . . said, something to the effect . . . A Father's Love is Priceless . . . they must be referring to a Heavenly Father!  Even though it said, Happy Father's Day, that term has a negative connotation to me!  God was my Father growing up, during my teen, young adult and now, during my adult years, and is right now as we speak!  My physical father, thinks, that my brand, which is his superstar kid brand, and has from the get go, with the others getting with the program, late in life, or after they stole both me and my son's identities, have never done a thing of note, until becoming US . . . would consider, my family, the ones everyone wants to be, to be the Expendibles!  LOL!  What a fucking joke of a dick . . . perfect name for him, cock sucking motherfucker!  Right there in stupidity and absurdity with Dick Fucking Cheney . . . just as fucked up!

This competition goes deep for my father, who I think hated his mother, deep seeded resentments for her accomplishments, achievements, awards, honors, being on a par with the Christensen family in general . . . judges, professors, attorneys . . . who took to me, and wanted to claim me, much like these fuckers want to claim my children, but without any connections to me, whom they hate . . . and with my Grandmother, Elaine Christensen Southwick, former Dean of Women at Southern Utah University, as well as an English professor, who's portrait hangs in the hallowed halls of the Great Hall, on campus, only reminds my father, with his allegiance going to his father's family name, Southwick, that, I remind him of the Christensens, and he is going to even the ledger, for the Southwicks, by seeking revenge on the one daughter in the family, who is most like the Christensens, and that comes from Grandmother Southwick's own words, telling me, that I most reminded her, of her, when she was young, and being the only third generation member to ever be invited to the Judge Christensen scholarship interviews, and having presented that award one year, of all of Grandmother's grandchildren, with her name sake--Susan Elaine Southwick Schmidt, a wanna be attorney, but history major, not being like her, nor is Margret Southwick Nesbitt, also an attorney, but not of the Christensen ilk or esteem, always vying for Grandmother's attention and love, with me, just doing my thing . . . I encapsulated, both sides of the Christensen crew and legacy, that of an attorney and a professor, and following most closely in my Grandmother's footsteps, majoring in English, and teaching at a college or university level, not only English, but Family Law, and at three universities, rather than just one!  ONE PAINFUL REMINDER OF THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN THE SOUTHWICKS AND THE CHRISTENSENS!

NSA blocking any centering, cursor movement, other than manual . . . bull shit!  But, BOOM CHICKA POP . . .

Yesterday, after leaving the law school, and getting on the bus, there was this chick, who got on, who looked so much like Margaret Schmidt, Sue's alleged attorney daughers, contitutional law girl, she was the Southwick's answer to me--LOL! what a fucking joke, she was a nanny to Sarah's kids, cried and got fired from a law firm in D.C. and probably got a job, Mo Church style with a Mo Law Firm in Vegas!  LOL! . . . and in a polygamist sense . . . possibly, my daugher's replacement, since I had just written about Nicole!  And today, there was a symbolic name in the newspapers, confirming, that with Nick Merrill or Nic murder real!  I saw a young girl, with a t-shirt on the other day, and it said, I love you, but you talk too much . . . that would be what Nicole might say now and back in the day, when she looked like this young smart girl!  That little trap, and my fucking son-in-law, who is right there with Dallas, but a better provider, has given Nicole a better life than lazy ass Dallas did for Greta . . . with a switcho chango, with Sarah planned, that I have known since Sarah married cover hubby Jason, the typical Mo Joe . . . so, the family super stars, but painful, over achievers, going to the next generation, of pain for Papa, as my father wants to be called . . . can't handle any more success from the SECRIST crew, who refuses to follow the MO program, so we are EXPENDABLES!

This family plot and plan goes way, way back . . . Nicole and George, lived with Sue and Kevin in Pennsylvania, about 10 years ago, when their oldest son, was just born, or a baby, so the Schmidts, living with baby, and close to George and Nicole, pretending to be the loving Auntie and Uncle, were actually plotting with George, who is all about polygamy, and surely would think Sue and Kevin, better parents and grandparents, if you take out the adultery, and murder plots!  But we don't swear, drink or smoke?  Typical Mo bull shit, but justify, polygamy, murder, conspiracy, adultery, etc. . . . but the Shit, or Schmidt family got attached to George, and saw him as fodder for marriage to little Meggie, rather than Nicole, who trusted these fucks, and doubted her mother!

I remember, going back to stay with Nicole and George, when the kids, two grandkids were little, and we went to visit Sue and Kevin in Lancaster County, or somewhere back by the Amish . . . Sue, whom I hadn't seen for years, nor talked to, was too busy doing Mormon Relief Society shit, to even come talk to her sister, who was allegedly to be dead by now, which she has wanted, since being born in my shadow, and having remained there for life . . . LOL! and me becoming an attorney, even pissed her off more, so death became ME!  LOL!  But, Sue was in the big house office, pretending that her Relief Society duties were as important as any legal case, and didn't even take the time to come say Hi . . . that is how, stupid, jealous and inane this bitch is, so this is payback!  But after a while on the last day there, Sue came and we talked, Sue had no grandchildren at the time, and I said, so Sue, when are you going to get some grandkids . . . and in a dead serious tone, she said . . . I am taking YOURS! 

I responded, oh, hell you are, Get Your OWN!  She just crowled at me, like we will see . . . yes we will . . . your trashy whore daughter can't stand to my daughter's knees in competence, grace, style, beauty, and brains . . . but you can take her fucker of a husband, whom, if I were to guess, has fucked this bitch of Sue's . . . good little MO FUCKERS . . . I would kill him myself if I could . . . neither he, nor Dallas are good enough for my daughters, and the best thing for my kids would be, is to dump their sorry asses, and give them the simpkins, or simple kin girls, dumb bitches!  I mean Sarah has huge ass knockers, but, what the hell else . . . she is kind of fun, but if Dallas didn't support her ass, she would be trashing him in a second, as Greta should have.  As for George, while Nicole lay in the hospital getting stitched up after having his two beautiful children, risking her life, for them, both at birth and at that time . . . George and I were shopping in the mall, and I saw a t-shirt, that said, something like, a sex radar machine . . . George immediately got offensive, and I knew . . . Maggie Sue!

The last time I was back East, probably when I was sworn into the U.S. Supreme Court . . . Sue, jealous bitch, Maggie will have to cheat to get there, LOL!  But, Nicole and I went to Church, George agreed to stay home with the kids, because one of them was feeling under the weather, and the Schmidt girls, and Jason were coming to dinner . . . . when we got home, guess who was there first, Maggie Sue May . . . the red head, that is one of the reasons, that they, the fucking mob, would spare Elliot, because I have written too much about him and his golden locks of hair, red as fire, copper and beautiful, to let them get away with that dullard, brown ass, Isaac, before my blogging days!  Lame ass fuck!  But when we got home, surprise, not to me, Maggie was there first, with George and kids . . . now, I remember, Meg having to stay with George and Nicole, and I believe that Nicole was in charge of girl's camp for the church and Meg and Georgie Porgie puddin' and pie, were left home to watch the kids . . . yeah right!

You see in Mo town, polygamy is an enticement for the fuckers, who want to cheat, allegedly within the confines of the church; therefore, in committing adultery per se . . . oh, really?  Not in my world!  And, as the girl on the bus, yesterday, that sultry little pouty Meggie, got to Georgie Porgie, and they did it, Mo Church style!  LOL!  And it was so evident to me, right after church, what George's altruistic motives were in staying with the kids . . . Meggie was a mess, and a pure bitch when Nicole and I got home, just like fucking cops, I can smell adultery too!  You don't want to hurt Nicole, so you let it go, but once, I could see the writing on the wall, that murder was the motive, and it may have been why, an alleged, 2 hour surgery turned into almost a death sentence for Nicole, with me almost getting sick to my stomach, seeing her, on her death bed!  That fucker, I will kill that shit head!  That same year, Greta, out of the blue had a cyst or something on her ovaries, and I had to see her in the same shape!  The plot thickens . . . and, don't we always suspect the spouse, when one dies?  Watch I.D. network, always, there is a lover, strange death, and some insurance policy or money, could be clearing the way for stealing little brother's music, which I am fucking sure that fuck George, helped promote, on his trips around the world lasting for months at a time . . . meeting up with little Meggie?

My Intel, Guy, God, plainly and simply, through this little, slutty tart on the bus, looking so much like Meg, after writing about Nicole, that she is Nicole, and the Expendables, will be eliminated from the Southwick crew . . . Well, FUCK YOU!

Like I told Dallas . . . George, Don't Underestimate What I can Do to YOU . . . You fuck MY DAUGHTER, and I will be practicing law, under my U.S. Supreme Court Bar License, ASAP, and everything you hold near and dear, will be taken from YOU . . . TRY ME!  SIGNED . . . MAMMA KODIAK BEAR!

 

PURE ROMANCE: BRUSH HOG & TRACTOR WORK! FARMER'S TAN . . . CIRCLE YOUR DRAFT HORSE SADDLE! LOL! A SWEET SUBJECT OF STUDY . . . I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL; I NEVER MEANT TO START A WAR . . . YOU WRECKED ME, YOU WRECKED ME (MILEY, BUT WITH CLOTHES ON! LOL!) KOHLERS: SPRINKLERS & BACKHOE . . . RIGHT, SECRIST BRAND! I'LL FIND YOU . . . COME BACK TO ME, WHEN YOU FIND YOU . . . COME BACK TO ME! CLASSIC TO TREND . . . METAL'S IN MISSOULA! PRESS BOX: POW WOW IN ARLEEN MONTANA, JULY 1 TO 5, DANCE COMPETITION, INDIAN FRY BREAD, BEADED JEWELRY, COLORFUL AS CAN BE . . . COME JOIN THE FUN! GREEK FESTIVAL, JULY 17, 5 TO 10 P.M., GYRO PREVIEW; SATURDAY, JULY 18, 11 A.M. TO 10 P.M., FULL MENU, BEER & WINE, FREE ENTERTAINMENT, BOTH DAYS! PARTY UP, JULY, MONTANA SYTLE! YAHOO! YOU WILL TOO! OF COURSE, DON'T MISS YOUR TOWN, CITY, NATIONS, CELEBRATION FOR THE 4TH OF JULY, INDEPENDENCE DAY, IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW . . . NEW TO THE COUNTRY OR WHATEVER! GOD BLESS AMERICA!

Footsteps Side by Side

After swimming, yesterday, at the Aquatic Center, Missoula, Mt., I was walking the river trail back to the Pov, but it was hot, and I was tired, worn out, and kind of hit this sentimental journey, being in the swimming pool, with all the moms, dads, kids, babies, and memories of days gone too fast by, came to mind.  They say, that the first 50 years, you are looking forward, but the next 50 years, you look back, so this must be the phenomena I am experiencing.  I saw a mother, sitting on the sidelines, looking like a professor, grading and reading papers, or doing some type of work, and remembered the days, sitting at the pool, while my youngsters, frolicked in the water, yelling, look mom, as they jumped off the side of the pool, or put their heads under water, holding their breaths and going from one end of the pool to the other, without breathing.  I would often bring the kids to the swimming pool, so they were entertained, while I sat on the side, on a beach chair, reading and translating Chaucer, or Shakespeare for an English class, and have one of the kids, playfully, splash water up on me, getting my hard to get attention, and making the blue ink on the margins of the page, run, when the pool water mixed with my notes, of Old or Middle English into modern, being tested on the precise translation of the text, word for word.

I don't often have a pity party, nor do often go there, and I am generally a very happy person, as long as I am left alone, to write what I want to write, and go where I want to go, and have a little cash to buy a Diet Coke or taco, now and again.  I am not very materialistic, therefore, my needs and wants are minimal, and my joy maximum.  But, with the blazing sun beating on me, and taking what, was looking like the long way home, or back to my temporary home, I took the time to just sit and ponder my life.  And overall, I have few regrets, realizing, that what I did at the time, was most likely what I would do again, given the facts, age, and circumstances of where I was and what I was feeling at the time.  But, for just a moment, life, right here, right now, seemed a bit, hazy, and I regretted some things of late, as I saw couples, walking up and down the river trail, hand in hand, and wondered, why I had been so, harsh, have standards, that prohibit me, in many ways to mesh with the times, wondered about James Kennedy, and he tried, so, who was to blame but myself, that I am alone right now.  I don't regret fighting to save the Constitution from utter and complete destruction by the Patriot Act, don't regret the cases, the law, law school, and a passion for purity in the law.

For for a moment, as I thought of my kids, and had I prioritized my time, especially in these last 15 years, when they not only had to deal with me going to law school, then working in high powered jobs, colleges, and doing some extra work on the sides, did I cheat them, have the relationship, with them I should have, while close, these last years have been tough, with me being hunted, tracked, chased, and whatnot, I know they worried, and even at times wondered if I was dead.  Elliot, the youngest, and probably the most mellow, and the one who looks at the evidence at hand, generally checks to see if I have written a blog for the day, a calmly tells the concerned sibling, that mom posted a blog to day, she is fine!  LOL!  That's my son.  They had to deal with being told that I was dying of a terminal brain disease, then when I didn't die, that somehow morphed into a mental health issue, as presented by those who originally poisoned me and wanted me dead, and were pissed as hell, because they didn't get clear title to my name, and all that professionally goes with it, plus free and clear access to my children, who are coming through all this hell, with flying colors!

Passion, Commitment, Courage, Selfless . . . Words on Rust Flags on River Light Poles!  What a Comfort!

While I was sitting, not necessarily beating myself up, because I don't believe in that, but right at that second, of wondering about my relationship, the trials and travails of my line of work, that seems to be high voltage and power packed, I looked up and noticed these strange letters, and figured out that the cut outs in the flags or sides that were sticking out on the side of the lamp posts, were actually words, and each light pole had different words . . . the first one, I could decipher, was passion . . . and just them, some kids, that really looked almost like a mixture of both Elliot and Chris's looks, rode by on his bike.  And next to the words, there are footsteps, with flags on both sides of the poles, the footsteps are walking in lock step, side by side.  And the thought came to mind, that, they may not have had the one on one, and had to share you with the courts, the state, the colleges you taught at, the clients, and the travel . . . but, they did pick up on the passion of what you were doing and why!  That brought me great comfort and peace.  Then I walked a bit further, and the next word, was commitment, the font is funky and a bit hard to read at first, but the messages come through loud and clear!  I am pretty sure there were five words, but I can't remember one of them, but the other two were, courage and selfless . . . 

I thought, of all the possessions I would want to pass on to my children, these things would be the most cherished, valuable, and priceless, and of infinite worth!  As my children get older, and mature, I can see these traits, coming out, more and more, as if the full tree and the fruit will appear.  The scriptures state that the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree . . . a good tree cannot bring rotten fruit, and a bad tree can't bring good fruit!  And it is by their fruits, you shall know them!  So, beyond the money, I should have made from my cases, the fame, the glory, and the publicity that was so wrongfully stolen from me . . . what remains, is the most blessed, the prize, and of the most precious of legacies to pass on to my children.  The first year, that I was basically running for fear of losing my life, and didn't call my kids or see my grand kids, I remember thinking, if I can leave them a free America, a better world, a nation with rights, liberties, and the freedoms that the Constitution provides, along with the protections . . . then I would gladly, never see them again, than exchange a visit, or a closer relationship, and lose this, for them, and for my posterity, throughout all generations of time!  The money comes and goes . . . but, freedom can be lost and it was being taken, give me liberty or give me death!  And that is no joke to me!

As my readers know . . . I have struggled daily just to breath air, with my own identity, and there are those who want to punish me so bad, that they would erase me from existence, and go for claiming my children as theirs, and my grandchildren also . . . and that is the most painful.  But, as I ponder the ramifications of that, knowing full well, that these people would rather have my children, than their own, they have paid me the highest of compliments as a mother!  And so I thank you . . . for they are wonderful, and you, will have 4 forces of nature to deal with, 4X me, if you don't hold to the basic principles of justice, liberty, rights and freedoms, and of that I am sure!  I unleash the four forces of nature, the four elements . . . water, wind, fire, and ice!  HOME IS WHERE YOU STARTED!  I give my kids my blessing, trusting them, as much as any people on earth . . . be force for GOOD!  A sweet subject of study, for sure!

Are You A Witch . . . The Magical Powers of the Female, Feared Since the Beginning of Time!

I have been called the psychic researcher, a psychic, and I have studies, psychic phenomena, astroprojection, parapsychology, ghosts, witches, and I love the world of magic, but that paragraph above reminds me of a night, I truly invoked the powers of a witch, or the unseen powers of the underworld, or of mother earth, using symbolic motions of thunder and lightening, on an unsuspecting young man, who was harassing my precious daughter of the same age, being in the same house, dealing with a boyfriend, his two natural born children, one foster son, the subject of my witchcraft, and my four natural born children, and I also had Shelley's son, Isaac, living with us at that time.  My ex was building a new home, so I took the kids, while he built the home, we called ourselves the OATS family, and we were quite the sensation up in the Midway, Heber area, of Utah, where we had been hanging out for a few years, but never on a permanent basis.  The OATS, name came from a combination of Owens, Anderson, Tanner, and Secrist, or a combined acronym, taking the first letter of each of the last names of the people in this make shift family of ours, and it was fun, interesting and Jerry, the dad of the crew, was actually the fly in the ointment of an overall very congenial group of young adults to parents.

Jason Tanner, was Jerry's foster son, and he was the subject of my spell and casting out, with a total frustration after realizing that Jerry was not going to do anything about Jason's, intimidation of Nicole, with both of them being the same age, but Jason, was built like pure muscle, and had witnessed abuse from his father against his mother, found his father hanging in the garage, on a suicide, and mom in and out of jail . . . but I will say, that Jason turned out to be an amazing young man, with a degree in computer science, a good job and a wonderful little family, last I saw him.  So, Jason was getting into Nicole's underwear drawer, standing behind her and making intimidating jesters, and may have even had a crush on her, and was just doing what he had seen his father do to his mother . . .  patterns of abuse will recreate themselves in the next generation . . . this is how a man acts toward someone he loves . . .NOT!  I was working on the domestic violence, dating violence and sexual assault manual for cops and prosecutors, right at the time this was happening, and so this was not going to happen to MY DAUGHTER!

The Three Witches or Nags in Macbeth, All Rolled Into One!

Nicole had come to me with the problems, like all young girls should when there are issues like this going on within a neighborhood, home, school, work, etc., and don't try to handle this yourselves!  Usually the rejection of the love object, or the subject of the attention of the man, or women in the reverse with guys, only adds fuel to the fire and when there is an obsession, reasonable or not, pushing them away, can actually trigger, feelings of abandonment, that may trigger deeply buried emotions connected to a parent, or loved one, and that causes an even more vitriol reaction from the person doing the stalking, abuse, intimidation, and threats of assault and you don't want to go there.  I talked to Jerry, who given Jason's past, and maybe the tenable nature of their relationship at the time, and Jerry not wanting to appear to favor my family or whatever, he refused to do anything.  And I was not going to let my daughter be intimidated in anyway or feel threatened.  So, one cold, windy night, with rain and thunder, the thought came to my mind, to invoke the powers of darkness on this boy, to let him know what he was doing to her.

I believe in energy sources . . . and I didn't want to hurt him, also knew of the background and past he came from, but I was not going to let him get away with this bad behavior.  So, with the storm raging outside, and Jason gone, I went up in his room, nobody knew I was there . . . left the lights off, and spun around in circles, casting my arms, as if hurling thunderbolts at him and his room, and walked up and laid my hand, no directly on his stuff, his dresser, his bed, but from about a inch away, ran my hands over, all items in his room, putting a negative energy or spell over all in the room, so safe and secure, and not violated--no more!  I wanted him to feel something of his actions.  So for about 10 or so minutes, as the thunder flashed and the lightning crashed outside, it did also in this bedroom . . . I thought of the words of the witches in MacBeth, trouble, trouble, boil and bubble . . . or something to that affect. I didn't tell anyone of my actions that night, but the next morning, Jason, just up and moved out without a word!  LOL!  Awesome!

Jerry seemed very puzzled by Jason's, sudden exit, and asked me what I thought happened.  But first, knowing that I had issues with Jason and Nicole, and for sure, Nicole being my prime interest of protecting, Jerry just out of the blue, said, Are you a witch?  Then, I fessed up to my activities of the night before, of the symbolic lightening bolts, the thunder, the secret spell, the negative energy field I put on all Jason's stuff . . . I don't think he knew quite what to say!  LOL!  But it was fun, magical, and powerful!  Gotta love it!  I come by this witch thing naturally . . . I had two ancestors burned or drowned as witches!  And it is of them, that I am most proud!  One said, after being accused of being a witch, laughing in the faces of her accusers, Though my life depend on it, I can not tell a lie!  Way to go Great-grandma!  And I love Halloween!

Have a Creepy, Enchanted, Haunted, Hallowed Evening . . . And Don't Piss Any Witches in Your Life OFF!

 

GROOVY TUESDAY: TIA'S HOT TAMALES; BAO CHOW--HOT ASIAN BUNS; GLOVE PIZZA--HOT ITALIAN PIZZA! SCOTTY'S ROUNDABOUT--HIPPIE CHOW! LOVE IT! SMALL BUSINESS--BACKBONE OF AMERICAN ECONOMY! BIG, BIG MAGIC--MISS YOU SHADOW PANTHER--FROST'N FIRE: TRAVAILS OF GETTING MY IDENTITY BACK--SCREAM, SOCIAL SECURITY! INFLATEGATE--TOM BRADY'S APPEAL OF 4 GAME SUSPENSION . . . DID ANYONE CONSIDER THAT THE BALLS GUYS, MAY HAVE HAD IT IN FOR THE GUY . . . I MEAN, 4 TIME SUPER BOWL CHAMP, MODEL WIFE, KIDS, DREAM LIFE . . . FUCK THE BASTARD, IS WHAT I HEARD ON THE AUDIO RELEASE OR READING OF THE EMAILS! GREEN MONSTERS OF JEALOUSY AND ENVY, ARE VERY REAL! WHO IS IN CONTROL OF THE BALLS, SETTING THE RATE OF INFLATION, WHO HAD ACCESS, EASY MOTIVE, AND TOUCHED THEM JUST BEFOE THE GAME! THE BALL BOYS! JUST A DEFENSE ATTORNEY'S THOUGHTS--BRADY MAY BE TELLING THEM, THE BALL BOYS HOW HE LIKES THE BALLS, BUT THEY ARE THE ULTIMATE GUYS IN CHARGE, AND I AM SURE THEY WOULD KNOW THE REGULATION RULES OF THE NFL, MORE THAN BY HEART! JUST LIKE BRADY AND DEFENSE SQUAD OF ATTORNEYS ARE CLAIMING, THERE IS NO DIRECT EVIDENCE LINKING BRADY TO THE BALLS, BEFORE THE GAME! SO, WHO DO YOU THINK MIGHT HAVE MESSED WITH THE BALLS . . . DIDN'T SOUND TO ME, LIKE THE BOYS LIKE THE SUPERSTAR! I FEEL YOUR PAIN TOM! LOL!

Mini Taste of Chicago, Right Here in River City, Missoula Montana!

 

In the suumer of 1992, I was doing an internship with Americans United for Life, living downtown Chicago, and around the 4th of July, that year, I flew my four children, to the Windy City, for a week.  And one of the most fun experiences that they got, while roaming around the amazing architecture, museums, and art, was going to the annual Taste of Chicago.  Much like the politics of that town, you have almost every nationality represented, vying for power, thus is the situation with their food also . . . you have Asian, Islanders, German, Italian, French, blah, blah, blah . . . with tons of flavors, smells, and tantilizing treats, from customs and chefs, trained from all over the world, coming to America, and cooking for us Hillbillies!  LOL!  What a delight, and something for every palete.  My children, really loved the funnel cakes, along with the food I made them eat, giving them some nutritional value.  So, yesterday, while riding a bus, that waited for a few working men, making me, who cuts times to the minutes, hating to wait, missed dinner at the Poverello, which is always good, healthy and nutritious, but as we rounded the corner, on Scotty's roundabout, I noticed an unusual gathering of people, with tables set up, lines formed, and even a brick oven, cooking pizza on the streets.

Mexican

I asked some of the guys on the bus, if they had tried the food there . . . no, have you, are you going to?  Hell, yeah, right now.  So I jumped off the bus, and saw, people sitting near a funky teal colored trailer, the travelling vendor for Tia's Hot Tamales, with some strange looking monster, or bizarre face painted on the side, that had caught my eye before, but only when the place was closed.  And as I rounded the corner, enquiring if this was a line for the food, they said, no this is the line waiting to get our food!  I patiently walked to where the other vendors were, and noticed that people had pizza and these funny looking bun things, along with fresh squeezed lemonade, that I later found out and ordered, limemade . . . delicious!  And perfect for the cuisine that was being offered.  Having previously only seen the colorful trailer, and being a very loyal person, I decided that the sight that drew me to the eating bonanza, with a festival feel, would be where I would eat, but curious about what the other vendors had to offer, I walked over to check the rest of the delightful offerings out, and see what I would have next Tuesday, seeing these people are only serving on Tuesdays, in the neighborhood style eating fun . . . with kids, dogs, people sitting in the gutters, others, more civil, like me, sitting a card tables and folding chairs . . . just the type of laid back, fun, folksie atmosphere I like--it must be the professor in me!

Asian

I got some combo dinner from Tia's, pork tamale, salad, kind of like cold slaw, but with a Mexican slant to it, and some very yummy soup, with avocados, cucumbers, tomatoes, and kind of a tomato-ish base, all topped off with purple, pickled onions!  So, very tasty!  I chatted with the owner of Bao Chows, Hot Asian Buns, curious as to what these very nicely wrapped pastry things were, that reminded me of the tarts, they sell at the Utah Shakespearean Festival at the Green Show, with dance and song, prior to the nights plays . . . but, these are not sweet tarts, they are packed with veggies, meats, and other stuff.  I didn't try them, but I can't wait, until next Tuesday to try their offerings.  He referred me to his website, at missoulahaochow@gmail.com and said, that these folks, as do the rest of them, cater, are at most of the local festivals, and street fairs, so, you can catch them there, if you can't find time to go up, or forget that they serve at Scotty's roundabout, on Tuesday night.  The people eating and tasting his wares, seem so satisfied, that they didn't come up for air!  LOL!  And the drinks, were perfect for the hot summer nights, and blended well with the food from the other vendors, all working together, on that night, each week, the only lull in their schedules for the summer months. 

Italian

I was shocked to see that Clove Pizza even had a portable brick oven to cook the authentic home spun pizza in . . . fun, on the streets.  I only got to see the pizza through the plate of the other people at the mini-street festival, right there on the round about.  I don't think the cops, knew just what to make of the scene, because they kept driving by, checking it out, to make sure that there was nothing obscene going on, or out of the ordinary . . . no, officer, just a group of very hungry people, all pretty funky themselves, with funky youngsters in tow, trying out the new phenomena, right there on the streets, fun style, family style, and family and dog friendly!  I would imagine from the name of the pizza, and from the logo, that the couple use a lot of garlic in their cooking, which is totally good, wards off witches, and adds a ton of flavor to whatever it is you are cooking and eating, and I also read lately, that it is very healthy for you, as it seems all the vendors working together seem to be doing . . . fresh, good, healthy food offerings.  But unlike most places, you can buy one slice of pizza, for $3.50, which is great, because usually, I have to buy the whole damned pizza, to get one or two slices, so I like that idea.  I am not sure what the rest of the menu consists of, but, hey, Italians are known for their cooking . . . and the mob, might take them out, right there on the streets, if they trash the Italians!  LOL!  Good food, fun times, memories, even when eating all alone!  Try it out, check them all out, and have a backyard shindig, and impress your friends, with something other than hot dogs and hamburgers, which are always good, but, hey, try a little taste of Missoula!

Guard Your Identity With Your Life . . . No Kidding, Impossible to Get It Back Once Stolen!

I have mentioned the fact that all forms of my I.D., have been stolen, since coming to Montana, with the Mormon Mafia, speaking about the mob, following me up to this fair state, after stealing my multi-million dollar cases, house, truck, law practice, and on and on. But, originally, I escaped with my normal I.D., in tact, like driver's license, Utah State Bar photo I.D. which I requested, after seeing that during my 8 year hiatus from life, when I was suppose to die, that sister Shelley, had a copy of my Social Security Card, along with my original and also had a my actual driver's license, in her possession, without me knowing about it . . . my father had been taking care of my financial affairs, and I can assure you, he took care of a lot more than that!  But, I had two forms of photo I.D., my Social Security Card, after I got it back in my possession, from Shelley, in addition to my driver's license, and also had a copy of my Medicare Card, which I have never used a dime.  So, the DMV from Great Falls, kept my driver's license, either by order or by me, leaving it there . . . but, they should have had it in lost and found, when I came back to retrieve it, realizing that I had left it, being distracted, choosing a license plate that was color coded with my vehicle . . . in Utah, you have about two choices, plus custom plates, but in Montana, I swear, you have 200 choices . . . symbolic of the colorful nature of the people up here, with the limited choices, very symbolic of a predominant religion, and a monotheistic people, all alike, all walking in lockstep with each other . . . or you are considered an outcast and heathen! 

 

A few blogs ago, I wrote about going to the Fort Harrison Veteran's Hospital in Helena, for the 4th of July, two years ago, and it was during that trip, with Susan, that I left my purse at her house, sick of carrying it 24/7, and feeling safe for the first time since having my houses and vehicles taken, but failing to realize that I was leaving my purse with her new roommate, who had just told me that her husband had been arrested by the police, the night before, having asked for my help and advice, which I freely gave, like I always do; however, by the time I got back and noticed that my bar card, with my photo on it, that I had used, to catch planes and get through security at airports, and such, after my driver's license, was now missing, after having it in that same purse and pocket for years!  I still believe in the presumption of innocent until proven guilty, so I didn't accuse her, even though, she was the only person in the house while we were gone, and she had motive, if the cops had contacted her, to take it out of my purse, seeing that I was still very able to catch transportation and prove identity, going back and forth between Montana and Utah, about 25 times in the first two years I was up here.  Last summer, in August, while visiting my cousin, Edward in Las Vegas, at the same time as the Michael Brown, Ferguson protest over his death were heating up, I got my Social Security Card of what, 44 years, stolen, along with my Medicare Card . . . still being able to navigate the airlines, and other transportation that asked for official government documentation, to prove that you are, who you claim to be . . . that Medicare Card is not easy to get; therefore, it was more than sufficient, with my old Social  Security Card.

Starting Life From Scratch, For the Fourth Time . . . Screeaaaammmm!

At least on the other three occasions, I had all forms of my I.D., but not this time . . . and it has been hell on wheels!

So, a year ago, I attempted to get my birth certificate . . . remember, "they" took, my houses, my cars, my truck, and fucking, every drop of what was mine, all that I had, and that was a shit load, all my family pictures, all identifying material, that would let people know who I am, and totally erased that, and later stole all my I.D. . . . how can your sisters, who have been claiming they are you, be you, and had been since, 2000, all of the sudden, be proven to not be you?  Big time crime and it should be . . . but, not if the home care group includes all levels and flavors of cops, who were very glad to see you leave last time, when they thought the poisoning was permanent, and didn't want to deal with your ass again . . .so the fury, the venom, and the threat of exposing the first 10 years of I.D. theft, not of your average person, nor your average attorney, but one who had a resume to die for, kids to die for, and cases to die for this time, and all were against the government!  The Patriot Act was in full bloom, and they had to take me down to keep that supremacy and power over the people, even special 10th Circuit Court bar certificates, that I spent $200 just to frame, were taken, everything, stripped.  But it took them two years, realizing, they had, in fact, not stopped this determined, tough attorney, who was credible enough to squeak by on little to no, I.D. and still get to hearings, to clients, and across the country, without much more than a smile!

 

I tried to get a new Montana driver's license before my Utah license of 44 years expired . . . but every time I went to the DMV, you had to have an appointment, or they were magically, on the spur of the moment in training, or you had to have this or that . . . my hell, I have had this shit for 44 fucking years, can't you just call or get my record from Utah.  Hell, no, you double has taken that over!  We can send your record, but not your face!  What the fuck good is I.D. for if not to be used to identify the person with, are you getting the picture here, they had stolen my record, and put another person's or many other people's faces on multiple driver's licenses, all as me!  I called the courts, because the notary waiting to see my I.D. wanted photo I.D., the courts had the last two filings, or at least the ones I filed after, Shelley took over my e-filing account with the federal courts, making me drive to Salt Lake City, to file at the court, so I put my I.D. on, knowing full well, she had stole it before, and this gave her access to steal my cases, worth about $400 million dollars, with more at home and int other states!  Nice little pay off.  I knew that Kay Burningham, had used my driver's license back, in 2010, when I filed both the Brock securities case and the Cheek Iron County corruption case, because I looked up my record and someone in my repossessed Toyota Yaris, that didn't work even 24 hours after I got it . . .whoops, JoAnn is driving again, and has a car!  But, someone with brown hair and brown eyes, using my name and my old car, got two parking tickets at the Office of the Administration of the Courts . . . where I had never been!  I have a DUI on my driving record, from a cop telling me it was suspended . . . really for what, no tickets, not parking?  Suspension is most likely, Rachel, driving under the influence, not only of alcohol, but the power of my license, and jumping back on her own, as Rachel Southwick Hickey-Moosman, or whatever now!  I get all their shit on my record, and they get my pure record without shit ont it!  Nice trade, don't you think!

Note: game playing starting . . . NSA, Shelley, Kay hackers not liking the TRUTH!  The truth shall set you FREE!  Why don't you try it government hooker, and sex slaves!  Tragic!

The fuckers, are now controlling the center, bold, and margin, shit . . . anyway, so I can be an officer of the court, sworn officer of the court, commanding multi-million dollar lawsuits, and I have to get some fucking doctor, with a ink dried stamp and signature to prove that I am who I say I am?  Really and that doesn't leave that fucking Dr. Mark Foote, whom I hate, with a passion, who gave my sister, Shelley all my medical records, without my permission, and in violation of physician/patient laws, privacy, HIPPA laws, confidentiality laws, and I am to go to him and get his stamp, when he has already proven a liar, and in on this bull shit with Shelley and the mob, or the government?  Really . . . or go to the Butte Rescue Mission, where a doctor saw me for a cough, who might have actually given me poison?  And get her stamp as a ink dried signature?  With Shelley's fucking fat face all over this, with the cops, home care committee too, and staff personnel at the mission, being paid off, like the director, Rocky, who is perfect to use to fuck me over . . . she has assault charges for beating up her grand-daughter at Christmas . . . drop your charges to fuck Secrist!

When you sue the government . . . oh, they let me take bold off, finally, and they were not left me center the writing . . . but the government controls the vital statistics, and it is only by a year and half fluke, that I was lucky enough to get a birth certificate, authentic as it is, the clerk at Social Security would not take it, but they will take crooked, paid off doctors, hell I used to be over all the freaks in Utah, all 3,000 plus fucking doctors, and I need their signatures?  They are not officers of the court, or anything!  But, what good is a birth certificate, if you can't use it without a photo I.D. . . . it used to be, that was all you needed to get a driver's license, and now, you have to have a driver's license to get a birth certificate!  What a crock of shit . . . I can see if I were Hispanic that didn't speak English or another nationality, but really, you can't access, government sites, like Utah Driver's licenses?  When at the Butte Rescue Mission, they have a doctor come every Friday to see patients, and the gals in the office, had no problem, pulling up, not only my disability based on my Social Security Card, but they could plainly see, that I had never used a dime of Medicare insurance . . . now if some no, name nurse, in Butte, Montana, can pull up all that information on me, why in the hell can't, Social Security?  Really . . . fowl play.  This chick in Durango, black gal, got her stuff stolen, and she had it all within a hour!  So?  I could give them my amount of my disability check the times it posts even, the dates, of where my last address was, which was my son's, Elliot, last time I was at SS office, and the guy I talked to, who had taken the bar, but failed, we laughed and joked and I gave him ideas and hints on how to pass, was sitting right in the next booth, and the guy I was with lied, and said, no that is not him, well it looks like him, but I blew his shit show, and he knew it!  That guy, saw and probably copied all my I.D., driver's license, Social Security Card, and all!  So?  You tell me?  What the fuck is going on . . . paranoid, fuck NO!

 

This is a purposeful, control, conspiracy to keep my identity from me, keep all authenticating evidence of who I am and have been and there is no one that will do a fucking thing about it!  FBI, CIA, all on the Mormon Church's side, if I were President Obama, I would fire all of them, those fuckers, who are doing the Mo Church's bidding . . . this case is too political to touch and we all know, full well after fucking over 535 blogs, that Shelley is not me, she is not sitting her ass in homeless shelters, she has my good name, my money and she needs to have her ass fired and go straight to fucking hell . . .RIGHT IS RIGHT, AND WRONG IS WRONG!

Yes, The Federal Agencies are Going to Look Like the Shits They Are, The President of the Mo Church Might Go Down, As The Head of the CIA, FBI, NSA, and all agencies, who are Allegedly Covered, Under the Fucking Patriot Act . . . there is ONLY GOVERNMENT IMMUNITY for following Well Established Laws, Like the Constitution . . . And You have Not Given ME DUE PROCESS, nor EQUAL PROTECTION, NOR COMPENSATION FOR STEALING MY GOOD NAME AND Giving IT to SHIT SISTERS OR EX-FRIENDS!  There is NO IMMUNITY For BREAKING THE LAW!  AND LAW ENFORCEMENT IS BREAKING THE LAW, BIG TIME . . . MAN UP, DICK HEADS, GET IT RIGHT!

• Fucking guilty babies, NSA, Hackers with Permission, not allowing spell check, oh, poor babies . . . what a bunch of pansy ass, fuckers, without a moral bone in their fucking bodies . . . GOOD GOD, fuck these assholes!

MORAL RELATIVISM OBSCURES TRUTH . . . ROGER, ROGER, GIVE ME YOUR 40? GOT INTO ZOO TOWN--MISSOULA, MT., AGAIN, LAST NIGHT ABOUT 7:00 P.M., AFTER TWO DAYS IN KALISPELL, MONTANA. BACK AT THE POVERELLO, NICE TO NOT PAY $75 PER NIGHT, JOINED THE AQUATICS CLUB, HERE IN TOWN, THREE MONTH PASS, BUT I THINK THE DOUBLES, THE SHADOW--WHOOPS NOT IN TOWN YET, GIRLS?, ALREADY CONTACTED THE FRONT DESK, BECAUSE THEY TOOK A PICTURE I.D., AND WERE SUPPOSE TO HAVE A PASS CARD MADE UP FOR ME, AND AS IS USUALLY THE CASE, NOTHING IS THAT SIMPLE, WHEN YOU HAVE PEOPLE IN GOVERNMENT TRYING TO STEAL YOUR I.D., EVEN SOME LITTLE THING LIKE A SWIMMING PASS CAN EXPOSE THEIR BULL SHIT LIES! SO I WAS SUPPOSE TO GET THE I.D., ONCE I GOT OUT OF THE POOL, AT ABOUT 9:45 A.M., STARTING ABOUT 8:30 A.M. AND THERE WAS A NEW GIRL WORKING THE FRONT DESK, AND OF COURSE, THEIR MACHINE IS NOT WORKING, AND IT WILL TAKE A FEW DAYS TO GET ME, MY I.D., BUT DON'T WORRY, YOU ARE IN THE COMPUTER! "THEY" DID THE SAME BULL SHIT AT FUEL FITNESS, PLANET FITNESS, THE SUMMIT, CAPITAL CITY, KALISPELL ATHLETIC . . . . BLAH, BLAH, BLAH . . . DON'T WANT ME THIN--ALREADY BETTER LOOKING THAN THEY ARE, EVEN FAT! LOL! THIS IS HOW THEY DO IT, OH, YEAH, THIS IS HOW THEY DO IT, BABY! SCREAM! I AM JUST TRYING TO LIVE MY LIFE, AND THEY ARE TRYING TO TOO! I FEEL LIKE I HAVE A BUNCH OF BLOOD SUCKING SLUGS ON ME, AND THEY ARE BLEEDING ME DRY, AND I CAN'T GET THEM OFF, NO MATTER WHAT I DO! ALWAYS WANT TO LEAVE MY LOCATION, WHEN I MOVE, SO THAT IF I GET MURDERED, SOMEONE WILL AT LEAST KNOW WHERE TO GO TO CATCH MY KILLERS! NOT LOL! SERIOUS . . . THE MORE I EXPOSE THEM, THE MORE I AM EXPOSED TO THEIR BULL SHIT, LIES, THREATS, TAILING, AND POTENTIAL HARM! NEW NAME FOR THE UNIVERSITY LAW SCHOOL, IS TOTALLY SYMBOLIC, ALEXDANDER BLEWETT III . . . SHELLEY'S DAUGHTER'S NAME IS ALEXANDRIA, BLUE IS THE COLOR FOR MORMONS TO ME, AND THREE IS THE NUMBER OF WOMEN, WHO CONSTANTLY TRY TO STEAL MY I.D. . . . SO CHANGING THE WILLIAM JAMISON, SYMBOLIC TOO, NAME IS COOL, BECAUSE, TO ME IT SAYS THAT THEY "BLEW IT" ON STEALING MY LEGAL HISTORY, LEGAL WORK, AND THIS BLOG ON THE LAW, AND ABOUT EVERYTING ELSE UNDER THE SUN! YAHOO! EVERY LITTLE VICTORY COUNTS, IN THIS FUCKED UP GAME THEY ARE TRYING TO PLAY . . . "THEY" INCLUDES THE MO CHURCH, FAMILY, MAFIA, MEN IN BLACK, 70% MORMON, COPS, OF ALL SIZES, SHAPES AND COLORS, AND TANGENTIALLY CONNECTED INDIVIDUALS, WHO WILL SELL THEIR OWN GRANDMOTHER FOR A "MESS OF POTTAGE" TO USE A BIBLICAL PHRASE, OR SELL THEIR SOULS TO THE DEVIL FOR A POUND OF GOLD! SO NOT WORTH IT . . . BUT, YEA, WHO AM I TO SAY! I JUST WANT THE FUCKS OFF MY BACK, AND OUT OF MY LIFE, AND OUT OF MY KIDS LIFE . . . HARD TO DO WHEN THEY ARE MARRIED TO THEM, THE MOB!

IDENTITY . . . "Where Does it All Stop?"

Great article in the Missoulian, Letters to the Editor, that addresses the issue of identity, examining the "Rachel Dolezal" and Caitlyn Jenner" crises, and hits the nail right on the head . . . Rachel, while identifying with blacks, will never be black, and Caitlyn or Bruce, while identifying with women over men, will never, in fact, actually be a woman, regardless of the sex change, and all.  "The should be the obvious to any observer that acceptance of moral relativism will en in circuses and straitjackets."  I could not agree more. "What you identify as, is completely irrelevant.  People "identify" themselves incorrectly all the time, like, "I identify myself as a car."  So the question was, "What is your race?"  This question aims at the truth.  She based her answers on feelings and opinions.  These are often wrong, no so with the truth."  The same goes for Jenner.  The truth is the truth . . . she is white, and you are man, even changing the plumbing.  That may be a harsh statement, but it is none the less true.

I feel the same way with all my sisters and friends, trying to claim that they are me, and that I don't exist . . . when in fact, I am sitting right here at the public computers, here in the law library at the University of Montana, school of law, that is the truth, nothing can change that truth.  The cyber trolls that troll my ass, all the time, even when I give my computer to some black dude in California or wherever, that doesn't mean that I am the black dude, it means, the truth, that I gave this guy my computer, to ditch the fucking feds, riding my ass, and tracking my motions, so I didn't end up in some federal detention center, or backwoods, jail, to be left until I die, or "they" decide to kill me or let me go!  That is the truth!  JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., mother of Greta, Nicole, Chris, and Elliot, is sitting right here, right now, at 4:20 P.M., regardless of what internal computer fuck, they, the NSA, has built into my blog, to make it look like Kay wrote it in Santa Barbara, California, 2 hours later, or if Rachel is in Chicago, and the post showed that it posted, 2 hours ahead of time, or if Shelley is in Alaska, and it posts, three hours later, because you can check your computer, wire it to register the time at the boogie man or ladies location, that the cyber trolls, want to appear to be me . . . but the plain truth of the matter, is, I and my ample ass, are sitting right here, tonight I will sleep at the Poverello, eat dinner there around 6:00 P.M., and go swimming at the Aquatic Center off Orange and Gregg!

Now, I didn't have to follow me, to get that cross street, because, I am living MY life, and they are trying to live MY life, to steal, lie and kill, for money, and this blog brings in a shit load of it!  I ate, at a Greek restaurant, I think it is called, Gyro One, just off Orange St. and across from some small grocery store.  I got there about 10:00 A.M. and the restaurant was not open; however, the waitress did come out and speak to me, telling me that they don't open until 11:00 A.M., which I did notice their hours on the door, so I bought a newspaper out of the machine on the premises, and opened the umbrella, to have some shade and read the newspaper, until the food establishment opened.  I ordered a Gyro Special, sandwich, fries, and drink, for $8:50, plus a baklava, or desert, which then came to $11:50, plus a two dollar tip, so the tab came to $13:50.  And you can check my Walmart money card, to see that is the fucking TRUTH!  I am amazed that the very people who should be checking verifying evidence like this out, are so inane and stupid and never think of the most simple way to check evidence!  I fucking tell you where to check it . . . I paid cash for the $75 three month pass at the Aquatics Center, and hopefully, if all goes well, and these fuck faces, leave me to my own life, I will be thin in three months . . . I have always been an exerciser, until 2000 when "they" poisoned me, so my body loves to workout, although, by the time I got to the law school, I was exhausted and feel asleep for at least two hours! 

The Truly Sad Thing is . . . They have Been Trying to Live My Life for the Last 15 Years . . . They Essentially Have No Life of Their Own!

No wonder "they" fight so hard . . . what is there left if I succeed, in exposing every action they are doing?  They go to jail, or better, they go back to their pathetic lives, that were so boring and uneventful that, it horrifies them to think of what life would be without fighting to be me.  While they live tandum lives, piggy backing on me, and jumping back off when they are being investigated, their main, life at this point, is MINE!  And that, in and of itself is a tragedy.  Honesty, truly is the best policy and it is the most efficient policy also!  I am just simply living my life, although, altered by them, to some extend, given, I am always, like last night, trying to ditch them and get the fuckers off my back, long enough for those who might actually be on the side of truth . . . which seems to be insignificant, or so it seems, and they are actually on the side of the lie, trying to protect the liars, not the victim of the lies!  But, as is the case, last night or yesterday afternoon, as I saw the cops, cruising, looking like sharks, and wondering what the fuck they have up their asses this time, other than protecting the girls, girls, girls, or worried about the water compact, lawsuit, where I exposed the bull shit of the Governor and the AG, and the Legislature, for not following constitutional mandates, that to ratify a bill or compact, it needs to go through both houses of the legislature, and pass by 2/3rds vote, which it did not do . . . and that is according to the Montana State Constitution!  YOUR BIBLE FOR STATE GOVERNMENT!  That is one of the uses for these doubles, is I go in make a splash on some issue, like medical marijuana, in Whitefish, early on . . . they bring in a cover to promote the federal governments side, and the current law sucks, all but the kitchen sink is included and it is incognito, using small letters to hide the fact that the bill back in 2013 was driven by the federal bureau of investigation, not the FBI, which everyone would recognize, and the department of justice, not the proper form, of the Department of Justice, being recognized as a federal agency, in this state that hates the feds!  NICE . . . but, they know, I know this shit, and you don't, so they bring in Susan, or Shelley, or Rachel, depending on the issue, and lie, making you think that is the name you identify with on this particular issue or the water compact, therefore, because, previously you have read or trusted me, they, USE my name and credentials to LIE TO YOU!  And so the story goes . . .over and over and over!

But again, that does not negate the fact, that Susan is Susan, Shelley is Shelley, Rachel is Rachel, and Kay is Kay, Tiffany is Tiffany and if you ever found out, you would be enraged!  Yes, Mormons lie, CIA, FBI, ATF, DEA agents, all lie and have lied, with regards to who I am . . . and they protect the girls club, because they think they are nicer, or look better, or dress better . . . but never think better, that is where the masks come in.  Like I said, many blogs ago, after watching the movie The MASK, with Jim Cary or however you spell his name . . . a very ordinary, if not inadequate guy, turns into a dashing, fast, powerful, genius, and rushes circles around the cops, investigators and the mob . . . much like my sisters, taking on my legal persona, and powers, achievements, it gives them super human or beyond what they could do, abilities and people listen to them, like they always have me . . . power is addicting and these people, sisters, sibling rivalry, have a unique addiction to me and being me!  I all actuality, it is very sick, they are totally insane and stupid to think for one second they can pull this off . . . thus it is easier to kill me, make sure there is no DNA, wouldn't want to prove the TRUTH for god sake!  The are interested in different politics, power, prestige and money, all of which should be mine, that they have stolen and have become obsessed with keeping and do it under the guise of manipulating you poor little minions, and making the decisions for you, without you worrying your little heads . . . big brother and big sister will take care of all the details!



My Doubles Have BIG Time God Complexes!  It is All About Them!

THE TRUTH IS ALWAYS BEST, HONESTY IS ALWAYS THE BEST POLICY, PURE MOTIVES, ARE GREAT AND LET THE PEOPLE GOVERN THEMSELVES!



BELFAST IRELAND--GOD'S INTEL, BELL IS SYMBOL OF SHELLEY, I AM JOANN, HERE ON THE COMPUTER AT THE SUPER 8 HOTEL, KALISPELL, MONTANA, IT IS 7:02 A.M., AND IF YOU WILL NOTICE, MY POSTING SHOWS THE TIME THE THEIVES ALLEGEDLY POSTED, 3:14 A.M., WHEN I POSTED AT ABOUT 5:45 A.M., HERE ON THE HOTEL COMPUTER . . . GUY ON BUS, COP, OR HITMAN, MOST LIKELY GAVE MY COMPUTER TO SHELLEY, THE CON ARTIST, MOTHER OF ISAAC, MURDERER, ELLIOT IS MY SON, JAMES MADISON KENNEDY IS NOT WITH ME, AND NOT THE FATHER OF ELLIOT, OR THE BASS GUITARTIST FOR "THE DITCH IN THE DELTA" NOR "GOD'S REVOLVER"--HE SAID HE A TWO DAUTHERS AT PRINCETON, AND ANTOHER VERY LESBIAN DAUGHTER IN CALIFORNA . . . NOT MY KIDS, RACHEL, FLIGHT ATTENDANT FOR UNITED AIRLINES, TURNED COP, OR AKA, ME ATTORNEY, IS NOT ME EITHER! I GOT THIS GOD INTEL FROM UNITED PLANE, HEADING TO CHICAGO, WHERE RACHEL USED TO BE A FLIGHT ATTENDANT, THAT GOT REROUTED TO IRELAND, OR I HER LAND . . . NEVER WILL BE ME, NOR WILL ANY OF MY FUCKED UP AND SICK SISTERS, WHO ARE JEALOUS OF HELL, AND IF MY SON IS CLAIMING THEM AS HIS MOTHER, HE IS A FUCKING LIAR, BUT THAT KID CAME OUT OF THESE LEGS, AND WAS RASIED BY ME, FAT OR NOT! GROW UP SON, AND DON'T LET THESE TITS AND ASS ASSHOLES, LEAD YOU DOWN SOME PRIMROSE PATH OR FRAME YOU FOR MURDER THAT ISAAC DID, DYLANN ROOT, THE GUY WHO KILLED THE 9 PEOPLE, I JUST WROTE ABOUT IN SOUTH CAROLINA . . . DYLANN IS ONE OF SHELLEY'S GRANDKIDS NAMES, SO SYMBOLIC OF HER, AND ROOT, COMES FROM A MURDEROUS MOTHER, WITH SOPRANOS FAVORITE SHOW, AND A BOOK CASE FULL OF SERIAL KILLER BOOKS . . . GOOD IN AND GOOD OUT, BAD IN AND BAD OUT . . . CHECK MY BLOG, THAT AMAZINGLY, I CAN'T GET TO TO ADD WHERE I AM AT, SO SHELLEY HAS CONTROL OVER THE MAIN COMPUTER OR MY BLOG, WHICH IS TOTALLY FUCKED UP . . . I WOULD NEVER TRASH MYSELF, BUT SHELLEY, TRASH TIL THE DAY I DIE, AND FUCK JAMES MADISON OR MAD I SON . . . YOU GET YOUR SHIT DARLING, NO SHADES OF GREY AND YOU CAN HAVE RACHEL, AND SHE CAN HAVE YOU . . . YUCK! FAKE TITS, AND SUCKED ASS, ARE ABOUT AS FAKE AS YOU BEING A KENNEDY . . . ONLY IN YOUR DREAMS! SIGNED, JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., CHICK WHO MET YOU IN BUTTE, MONTANA AT THE SHELTER . . . I AM SURE THAT THE DESK HERE AT SUPER 8 WILL LIE FOR MONEY, AND THE STAFF AT THE RESCUE MISSION IN BUTTE WILL LIE TOO, BUT THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACTS, NOR IF ELLIOT LIES, DNA, DNA, DNA IF THERE ARE ANY QUESTIONS . . . FOR SCIENCE BASED PEOPLE, ALLEGEDLY, YOU SURE DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE BASIC TESTS TO SEE WHO'S DNA, IS CRUISING THROUGH MY SON'S VEINS! VANITY, VANITY, VANITY . . . DOESN'T CHANGE A THING, STILL MY KID! KEEP YOUR OWN!

GOD'S REVOLVER--HOT LOVE RIZES: (1) FROM FERGUSON, TO BALTIMORE AND NOW CHARLESTON, GETTING IT RIGHT! (2) 9 VICTIMS FAMILIES SHOW WHAT TRUE FORGIVENESS AND EVEN LOVE LOOKS LIKE, WHAT TURNING THE OTHER CHEEK IS; (3) COMMUNITY LOCKS HANDS IN LONGEST CHAIN OF PEOPLE, SHOWING SOLIDARITY, LOVE AND SUPPORT FOR THE FAMILIES, THE CHURCH, THE CITY; (4) IF LOVE IS THE FILTER, THE REVOLVER, AND THE CONFEDERATE FLAG FLYING AT THE SOUTH CAROLINA CAPITOL, STARTED FLYING IN 1961, TO SHOW FEDERAL GOVERNMENT, OPPOSITION TO CIVIL RIGHTS AND DESEGREGATION--AND IT SYMBOLIZES HATRED TO SOME--OUGHT STATE LEADERS, THE LEGISLATURE, OR THE GOVERNOR, TAKE IT DOWN, BEING A SYMBOL OF THE REBEL SOUTH OF THE PAST, NOT THE SOLITARY STATE OF TODAY? (5) DYLANN ROOT, WAS INSPIRED BY GEORGE ZIMMERMAN, WHO SHOT, YOUNG TRAYVON MARTIN, AN UNARMED BLACK YOUTH IN FLORIDA . . . HATE IS THE ROOT; (6) IT WAS THE FORGIVENESS, LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING THAT MADE DYLANN SEE THAT IN HIS OWN WORDS, "I KILLED GOOD PEOPLE"; (7) IT IS TIME FOR SOUTH CAROLINA, THE NATION AND THE WORLD TO TAKE DOWN THEIR SYMBOLIC FLAGS OF HATRED, DISCRIMINATIONN, RACIAL CLEANSING, AND PREJUDICE; (6) WE ARE NOT ONLY ONE NATION, ONE FAMILY, ONE SPECIES, ONE WORLD UNDER GOD, BUT A NATION AND WORLD UNDER CHANGE . . . LOVE IS THE ANSWER! (8) JESUS CHRIST AND HIS TEACHINGS ARE THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIGHT . . . WE CAN DO THIS, MAKING IT SIMPLE . . . LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD, LOVE YOUR FELLOW MEN/WOMEN AND CHILDREN! LOVE WILL PREVAIL OVER HATE, ANY DAY! LET'S GIT-R DONE . . . LET HATE GO!

When You Shoot a Revolver, You Have One Finger That Pulls the Trigger, But the Other Four Fingers Are Pointing Back at You . . . Are You Going to Shoot Love or Hate . . . What You Shoot, Will Come Back to You Four Fold!

When I bought my son, Elliot, his first, bright red, shiny electric guitar, the one condition I put on his music, if I were to purchase the instrument, was that he didn't do anything, through his lyrics, songs, that would cause someone to lose their faith in God . . . that was it.  So, when he named one of his bands, God's Revolver, I was delighted, for the symbolism that it represented, whether, at a subconscious level, or intended level of recognition, with that being a gun or weapon, being used either with the power to protect, or the power to destroy.  The word, Revolver, is much like the words, revolution, evolve, in and of the fact that it contains, while backward, the word, love.  While Dylann Root, went to the Emanuel Church, joining a scripture study group, with a bunch of people, who welcomed him into their group with open arms, extending love and acceptance, he returned their kindness, with hatred, violence, and death.  As, these family members, mourn their losses, they are sustained and determined to carry on with the teachings, they all have taken to heart, loved, forgave, and implemented the very teachings one of their ministers, who died, had taught them so well.

Dylann, on the other hand, will get the four fingers of the guns he used to carry out his message of hated, discrimination, and prejudice, using George Zimmerman as a model, for his life changed, stating that he knew that Zimmerman was right . . . right in tracking down, and shooting an unarmed black teen, who was just in the gated community, to visit his father?  I am sure, that he will feel the full weight of the law, all four fingers, dropping on his head, even while the family members shot him full of love and forgiveness.  We as parents, teachers, communities, courts, churches, need to get it right, teach children right, and promote, love, rather than hate . . . which brings me to the flag, flying over the state Capitol Building, one of rebellion, prejudice, discrimination, separation, division, hanging onto the old man, refusing to be baptized in the cleansing waters of repentance for errors in our thinking and ways!

Presidential candidates, have weighed in on the issue of the flag . . . and many of them have tied it to religious freedom?  Freedom to do what, to be what, to treat our fellow men and women as what?  To many blacks that I heard comment on the TV this morning, on Face the Nation, they said, that they were offended by the flag, that it connoted hate for black people, dating back to the very turbulent and violent times of the 1960 race riots . . . now what is positive with that?  I love the scripture, since some are referring to religious freedom, and connecting that to the flag, flying the rebel colors of hatred, that states, how can you say, you love God, someone you have not seen, when you can't love people that you can see?  Or how about, God is no respecter of persons . . . black, white, male, female, Jew, Gentile?  Or to state it in a more secular words of the founding fathers, to form a more perfect union, there will be tranquility, with general welfare, a common defense, justice for all, prosperity for me and my posterity . . . or to me, just simply, God's gospel, the gospel of good news, of love, of simplicity, of charity, which is the love of Christ!

And what exactly are those promoters of, so called, religious freedom promoting?  I would say, the total opposite of what it appears that they are seeking, but the legislative right to hate, discriminate, be prejudice, and segregate, whether it be against, performing interracial marriages, or gay marriages, to refuse to serve or do business with, people, they have judged, to be different, have differing ideas, lifestyles, or backgrounds, or life orientations than they, themselves have!  As I recall, from Sunday School, Christ said, Judge not that ye be not judged!  Or did I miss something, and was lacking in my religious education.  Some have argued with me over the years, that they have a right to do righteous judgements?  In my study of the law, whether it be, religious or secular, there are generally exceptions, or escape clauses, where a person, if they can fit through the eye of a needle, another religious analogy for the rich, they can act, say, or be different from the general rule, of not judging others, and escape either the wrath of God, or the ire of the law and courts.  

For some reason, I don't see a loop hole, wiggle room, or weasel words, in that statement that would allow for a person to judge another person . . . the word, righteous judgement is not included in that very short, but powerful clause and sentence.  And I think, if we were to look at it through the eyes of statutory, for these were the laws of the time, the scriptures, first, looking at the plain language of the statute or law . . . God, says precisely what he intended to say, don't fucking judge other people, or you will be judged, just as harshly as you have judged others!  Maybe God's intent is hidden somewhere in those words . . . I don't see it, but maybe you do?  Or the history, which we may look to the lady caught in adultery, and Christ never even looks up at her accusers, many whom probably used her services or took advantage of her, themselves, those little self righteous elders of the Jews . . . and he simply said, He who is without sin, cast the first stone.  Woman, where are thine accusers?  Go and sin no more.  Or the child that was brought to Jesus to be healed, and the Pharisees and the Sadducee's, asked Jesus, who was about to heal the child, whether it was his parents, or the child whom sinned, causing this ailment . . . Jesus Christ, said, Neither . . . I have done this to show my power!  And he healed the child, and the parents, rejoiced!

This is Not a Gun Control Issue . . . It is a Love/Hate Issue!

We can all say, were are Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown, and we can all say, we are Dylann Root!  We need to root out all the old preconceived notions of hatred, doing what we personally feel is right and wrong, and hold to law, scripture, common sense, dignity, morals, and love!  That is where our safety will be found . . . build your rock, or your life, on a firm foundation, solid ground, not on sand, but on rock, so when the winds come, when the rains come and the battles of life, like loved ones, good people, community and church leaders, are gunned down, in a scripture study, nonetheless, we have the fortitude, the moxy, the balls, to pick ourselves up and go forward.  But, better yet, when we feel an urge to be right, to take matters into our hands, to be hateful, to be judgmental, we have an arsenal of proper thoughts, right actions, balance, and catch phrases, that we can draw out of the wells of life, the water of life, or the spirit of love, and change ourselves, transforming hatred, under the guise of religious freedom, into love, as we are commanded to do.

I have said this in the past, guns are amoral, it is like beauty, it is all in the eyes of the beholder--you can use a gun for good or bad, for love or hate--use is in the hands of the holder . . . a gun is a symbol of protection, self-sufficiency, a deterrent to crime, an easy night sleep, the second amendment states that we need militias and the right to bear arms, just in case they are needed against foreign invasions, or domestic rebellions and insurrections.  You can't tell me, that there have not been times in history, or will never be times in history, that the federal government, with the states as a balance of power, does not get out of control, carried away with the strong central government, and stepped on people's rights.  Case in point, while I think Bundy should pay or be forced, through legal means, putting a lien on his ranch, or arrest the asshole, but for the BLM, to go in and round up Cliven Bundy's cattle, stomp on his son's head, surround the ranch house with 200 jack booted thugs, NO!  And so what the world witnessed, were individuals, militia, and members of groups, protecting private property rights of Bundy, and forcing the feds to stand down . . . again, you can't have anarchy, no rule of law, and do nothing to a welfare rancher, or squatter.  There are other methods of collecting those fees . . . Bundy holds the keys!  But make the sum he owes, within reason!  Fuck the surecharge!

If Parents, the Village, Don't Teach Children the Law . . . The Law Will!

I am not sure how old, Dylann is, but I know, that I would rather, either be one of the persons shot, or my family member shot, than to be either Dylann, or his parents!  I can't imagine, and hope I never have to deal with the possibility, of being on either side of what happened in Charleston, and so far, I don't think, there are any of the tale, tale signs, of violent natures in any of my children--and I am unaware of any gun permits, or they don't want me to know--no cruelty to animals, no extremists, no white supremacists, nor terrorists . . . me, now that is another story, but I have common sense, and realize that even though I may want to kill people at times, I am smart enough, not to purchase a firearm!  LOL!  They scare the shit out of me!  I do, however, have a temper, and go from zero to bitch faster than most people!  My mother used to say, after I took a decorative brush to my brother's head, after he tore my religious children's magazine, and cracked him over the head, causing a nasty cut, that needed stitches, that I looked like an angel, but acted like the devil, at times . . . but, of course I have outgrown that?  

The unexamined life, is not worth living . . . this morning, some news reporter, interviewed 50 men who were in prison for killing someone, and almost without exception, they wished they had not even purchased a firearm or gun . . . to thine own self be true . . . if you don't know guns, or you were not raised with them, or you need them to compensate for insecurities, or other issues, don't even go there.  On the other hand, if you live out in the wilds, or the wild inner city, and you are old, frail, and likely to have intruders in your home, protect yourselves.  I still remember, a 96 years old, black grandma, who used to carry a gun in her apron at all times, living downtown Chicago, in a drug and crime ridden neighborhood, and she had two thugs, come through her window, on a hot summer night, looking to rob her for drug money . . . she shot and killed both of them!  And rightly so, they were in her house, and she needed protection, and the cops would never have come that fast.  There are reasons to have guns and reasons not to have guns.  THINK, THINK, THINK!

Dylann will most likely spend the rest of his life in prison, or he could be tried as an adult, or he may be one, and he might face the death penalty, if that state has one.  None of those options seems to great to me, and we need to watch for troubling thoughts, beliefs, issues that come up with our children, watch a propensity for violence, hate, and stupid ideologies, that might cause our children, neighbor's children, relatives children a shit load of pain, if they act on their young, but misguided beliefs.  One thing I will say, is parents can't expect or leave religious teachings up to the schools, for sure, or even churches for that matter, they have to take it upon themselves, to teach their kids, wanted or unwanted, or give them to someone who can teach, love and take care of them.  In order to live in a lawful society, we need laws, and those laws, people, need to be respected, safe, and protected.  Only you can prevent violence and death, or we as families, schools, churches, communities, must fill in the gaps, and teach love not hate!

Thank You, Emanuel Church For Setting a Good Example to Those of Us, Who Are Not There Yet, but Striving To Love, Forgive, and Turn the Other Cheek!

Let This Work For Good, The Lives Lost, Believed in LOVE!

God's R"evol"ver is LOVE!

NICE ON ICE . . . CROOKS & CASTLES, THIEVES & THUGS: THE MAKING OF THE MORMON MOB--RUNNING CRIME LIKE A CORPORATION, NEED INTELLIGENCE AND BALLZ, THE JOLLY PIRATE DONUT SHOP . . . CRAZY ABOUT THE HEAT . . . THE HEAT IS ON! OPPORTUNISTIC PEOPLE, PROHIBITION/DRUG INTERDICTION, SUPPLY AND DEMAND . . . LIKE THE PIONEERS AND COWBOYS, GANGS ARE COWBOYS IN PINSTRIPS! TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU--SEX SLAVES! RAFTING DOWN THE ANIMUS RIVER IN DURANGO, AS ME, GONE GIRL IN KALISPELL, MONTANA! ALL ABOUT MAKING MONEY, MAKING A NAME, AND HAVING THE BRUTALITY OR MOXY TO DO IT! LIKE THE MOB BOSSES FROM ITALY, RUSSIA, JAPAN . . . PAYROLLS INCLUDE CIA, FBI, NSA, LOCAL, STATE AND FEDERAL COPS, AND EVEN BETTER WHEN IT IS ALL IN THE MORMON FAMILY, SMALL INNER CIRCLE, BUT WITH WORLDWIDE INFLUENCE THROUGH MORMON CHURCH WITH HEADQUARTERS IN SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH! THIS IS ALL UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL! ONE WOMAN'S STRUGGLE TO SAVE HER FAMILY, BEAT HER MOB FAMILY, WITH BIG TIME CONNECTIONS IN CHURCH AND GOVERNMENT, AND HER MONEY IS THE SOURCE OF THEIR POWER, STARTING WITH PARALLAX, GOD'S REVOLVER, MARALOKA, NOW THE DITCH IN THE DELTA, AND LEGAL CASES, BLOGS, CAPITALIZING ON BRAND NAME IN LAW, CONSTITUTIONAL, TO PLAY DIRTY POOL, BACKDOOR DEALS, THAT YOU CAN'T REFUSE, DOING THE UTAH MODEL OF PASSING LAWS, NOT THE CONSTITUTIONAL WAY OF 2/3RDS VOTE OF BOTH HOUSES, TAKING OUT ANTI-POLYGAMY LAWS IN UTAH, PASSING CONTROVERSIAL WATER COMPACTS IN MONTANA, PLUS LEGALIZING AN 80/20 SPLIT BETWEEN LAW ENFORCEMENT AND FEDS, FOR ASSETS STOLEN FROM CITIZENS! KILLING IS LOOKED AT AS THE SAME AS KILLING IN A WAR, ONE IS FOR THE BOSS, THE OTHER FOR THE GOVERNMENT! KILLING PROVES LOYALTY, DETACHMENT, A JUST DO IT ATTITUDE, AND THEY SEE IT AS YOU OR THEM! STUDY MOBSTERS AND UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM UP AGAINST, BUT WITH THE RELIGIOUS COVER OF THE MORMON CHURCH! MARIJUANA SMOKERS ALL, SUPPLY AND DEMAND! CIALIS--CIA LIES!

PAIN KILLER . . . True Detective . . . We Get the World We Deserve!

I know I said that this blog was ending, until I picked it up in the fall, to cover politics; however, each time I go to quit, the cops rally, and turn up the heat, on me; therefore, cutting off their noses to spite their faces.  And yesterday was not exception, nor was the night before.  I had mentioned that I saw, who, I thought was a former clients, and one of the plaintiffs on my $56.7 million case, against Iron County corruption, from the Narcotics Task Force, to the County Attorney, all mentioned and named defendants, among others.  I remember talking to Shane Michael Clark, named plaintiff, along with Haylee Cheeks, and Travis Braun, all local Cedar City, Utah kids, taking on the cops, justice and the American way on their own, until I met them, and took up the sword of justice for them, and got fucked by both the government and my own clients.  And that was only reinforced to me, the other night on the bus, that, even former clients, you saved from long term incarceration, where not immune from the mob influence and offerings, seeing that the criminal and civil legal systems, were already corrupted with Mormons and Mobsters, a popular movie name also . . . but I remember, meeting with Shane, and he told me, that his neighbor, whom he was really close to was a mobster.  At the time, I didn't think much of it, and blew if off, because, I had mob related and influenced family members myself, like my sister Shelley, who worked in the securities area for the mob, and my father, who acted like an old gangster, and is now a God Father, in this new version of the American Mobster, under the guise of the Mormon Church.

When this Shane like character, got on the bus, some guy asked him what his name was, and he said, Clark, so another heads up, a connected name.  The connection between my father and Shane's grandfather, one of the God Father's of Cedar City, a rich old rancher, farmer, and old school, Mormon settler, the common ancestors had gone to school together and grown up in Cedar City, together.  When the lawsuit against the county, city, cops, judges, attorney, and Division of Child and Family Services, was filed, it rocked that part of Utah, with the common ancestors, and my father was called into action, as I am sure, Shane's grandfather was . . . to get a handle on their children and grandchildren and take care of this lawsuit, that was going to bankrupt the city and county, and trash the name of their fair city, county, state, and the Mormon Church!  The case filed in the U.S. federal district court, against the city, was wrestled away from me, in some part, by the parents of my own clients, strong arming their children, to get on board.  Haylee Cheeks was already in jail, and looking at prison, so she was a non-entity, but her parents, Dennis and Misty Cheeks, who hooked up with Shelley, while I was off practicing law in five fucking states, and no time, jumped right into make the cool deals with my clients!  And I am talking deals, two houses, paid for in cash in Las Vegas for two realtors, who are now, new parents, having allegedly adopted Haylee's two children?  Nice!

Inducted into the Rank and File of Law Enforcement

Now, I believe that this is the way it worked the other night on the bus, with either Shane, whom I believe is dead, or at least if he joined the cops, he is dead to me . . . but, what appeared to happen, is that all of the sudden, out of the blue, I was being bumped off the case, the civil rights case, that is not like other lawsuits, not like a criminal case, where you can just switch and change attorneys, if the one isn't doing the job right . . . civil rights cases, are highly specialized and not many can do them, or understand them, in their complexity, and scope, not to mention who your defendants are, generally, the government, or an entity connected to the government, or those arms acting as part of the government, so opposing enemies, with all the connections, money, and resources to bury a solo practitioner.  So, what happened, is, the Cheeks got their houses, and since they were the prime payers of legal expenses for the civil right case, they figured, they could offset, Haylee's criminal case, by giving Kelly Ann Booth, a cut of my proceeds, on the civil case, and Kelly would get trained in this type of law . . . I didn't need her, didn't want her, and didn't like her, and don't like the Mormon Church and the games they play politically, through power, control and influence, so the Cheeks were stepping on a legal diva's toes, and bringing a scrub in the law, to be what they called, a little JoAnn!

Kelly was playing the Mormon game . . . and asked me if I knew the Judge Ted Stewart?  What the fuck does that have to do with it?  I should have known, that it had everything to do with the case, with Iron County, and the state of Utah, Silly ME, I believed in the legal system, laws, constitutions, precedence, rights and liberties, plus cop, attorney, agency accountability to the laws that dictate their actions!  When I put Kelly down in no uncertain terms, the politics started, and Misty and Dennis, who controlled the purse strings, started to lobby Travis, and Shane, both independent of their parents, unlike Haylee, who was out of the picture by now, and I am not sure, that was not money driven, getting $1900 per month for taking two kids, their grand kids and now adopted kids?  The going rate is about $450 per month per kid, not $950 per month.  Nice little money laundering and retirement for those two new homes.  At the time, the Cheeks are going to take a legal unknown and replace the number two civil rights attorney in the nation?  

Makes sense to a complete dumb ass . . . but, when you got the system wired, who cares, right?  I could tell that Shane did, and we, while in different generations, had an attraction, for each other, but couldn't act on it, and wouldn't have, regardless . . . he was my son's age, but none the same, Kelly Ann Booth looked like a fool in court, regardless of her connections, because, the opposing counsel, Sutter Axland, ripped her and the judge a new one for allowing, this dumb bitch access or even time in the court, having not been a member of the federal bar, nor being timely trying to present an amended complaint, that had her logo on it, and the Mo Church's influence!  After court, when Misty and Dennis, like two fucking rats, abandoning ship, and jumping in the ocean, after I shined in court, brilliant was my doctor cousin's response, who showed up for court that day, to my surprise, and Kelly acting like a side freak show, in the court that day, and never should have been allowed on word, having not been a member of that bar!  After court, I saw Shane outside, and introduced him to my cousin, and Shane could not look me in the eye, so I knew, he was being strong armed into this bull shit, mutiny and take over a case that was now, nationwide famous . . . but, hey, with the Mormon mafia, what does credibility and legal prowess mean, when you have the mob?

But, after, that, in Shane's criminal case, which had been settled, sentences rendered, and fines, community service all done . . . out of the blue, Shane was to go back to jail?  What?  I turned over sentencing to Bryan Adamson, the fuck up from hell, but let bygones be bygones, and gave that part of the case away, because, I had to that point, never done a sentencing hearing . . . I didn't want any of these cases, the clients, wanted me, so, having an emotional thing for Shane, and with him, likewise, I never told him why I got off that part of the case, but I was afraid, that I wouldn't do him right, and he would pay for my inexperience, as a trial attorney, at that point . . . hot cases, right off the bat, big name, but still bumbling my way through the system to that point . . . I think Shane, not knowing my reasoning, was very hurt, felt abandoned, and took up with the cops!  That re-incarceration, and teaming with the cops, was one more hit against that bitch Secrist!  Shane's hurt, most likely bought their bull shit, and hadn't Judge Westfall, another fuck up, that lied and said that Shelley was me, after running me out of the state and trying to kill me . . . with me fighting for Shane, Haylee and Travis, long after the money from the Cheeks dried up . . . 8 briefs in one weekend?  No pay, putting gas in my truck from the Cheeks, lawn mower?  I fought, and you can see on the docket, for at least another year without a dime in pay!  A rare breed of attorney, licensed to serve!

The other night, with Shane or his look-a-like, I think the real Shane was dead a long time ago, a double came to Parowan, so that had to be 3 years ago at least, showed up to the Parowan Cafe, where I generally went to breakfast, and this guy who was like huge, as Haylee told me, Shane was when he played football and was recruited for the Nebraska Corn Huskers, probably went on a Mormon mission, because he told me, they wouldn't wait for me . . . didn't go into details!  But he looked so much like Shane, only bigger, as this one on the bus, looked smaller, but in both cases, I wondered Shane?  But, I had gone to spy on Shane, once after the criminal case was done, and I relinquished, Shane and Haylee to Kelly, but still had Travis, the main player in the civil rights suit and most injured, but, Shane was part of the reason, personal, over practice, but, I saw him working in eastern Utah, when I was meeting a client, to get paid, who lived in Grand Junction . . . we never talked, Shane was shy, once he didn't have an inch of protective glass between us.  But, I saw him and he knew my truck.  But after I discovered that Allan, whom by then, I figured was dead, and had the government agent, Interpol, Frank or Alan Dulles, living with me, a sham marriage, because I thought I  married the real man, client, but was married to a fake, making the marriage a sham, and null and void, so Shane, was an option now.  Still totally, impractical, but hey, we don't chose who we love.

I Warned Shane, He Could Be Killed, Watch Out, Government Double!

But, around Christmas, after Frank/Alan had killed the young girl at the Parowan Church grounds, and I saw, knowing this guy was not to be taken lightly, and I worried about Shane's safety, I drove past his house, which I did whenever I was in Cedar City, comfort, I guess, but I saw a girl dancing in the living room, and two unfamiliar cars, in Shane's driveway.  So, at about midnight, I called Shane, to see where he was . . . he was laying brick on a job in Wyoming!  What the fuck, there is a someone in your house!  I don't think Shane got the message, and he was sleepy, but he said he would be careful.  From that point on, there were cops, sheriffs guarding Shane's house, and once, I thought, that I saw Shane in a sheriff's SUV!  He was driving just like Shane, intense and with his arms over the steering wheel, so?  But, one night, after being in Montana for a while, I dropped some art work with cowboy/cowgirl, in the open window of his truck . . . all of the sudden, I heard, Who are you, and what are you doing?  It scared the shit out of me, and I just walked over to my car and got in and drove away . . . he was following me!  What the hell, and I watched him from a block below, where he, whomever he was, didn't strike me as Shane, and I would think that Shane would know me, or at least say, JoAnn?  This guy, ran for his keys to his car, and went to block the only outlet to the subdivision, but I was ducked down in the next street down, watching what didn't appear to be Shane, but looked a lot like him?

Shane, in real, my client, who believe me, I looked at, was about right in the middle of these two look-a-likes, the guy on the bus and the monster Shane, that chased me . . . this guy had the same voice, but he was about half the size of the Shane I remember in jail, and who hugged me, the day he got out, and had his shirt, stretched across his amazing physique!  Shades of grey here ladies, I used to take my own clothes of in bed in heat, over him, just seeing him in jail . . .but it was not just about the body, Shane seemed to be one of the guys, who, while young, grew out of the body thing with women, married to at least to hot young ones, who cheated on him, and one set him up, probably after fucking the county attorney, old bishop, and now a defendant in our lawsuit . . . that was early 2010, and this had to be 2012, that I drove past his house and someone chased me down, acting like they were going to kill me . . . but after that one night I saw Shane jogging, and he looked smaller?  But, anyway, there seemed to be a scheme, with the buses . . . I am sure my doubles, were surprised to know, that after 12 hours of heat on my ass, helicopter to boot, that I took off and went first to Parowan, to catch a bus to Montana, through Salt Lake, generally going through Denver and up, so suspicious right off the bat . . . Shane's twin, got on in Green River Utah, allegedly having got on the wrong bus, with both going to his destination, with his stuff on this bus, and now, at Green River, being united with his stuff on the bus I was on!  Maybe they didn't know which bus I was going on, so they hedged their bets, and they lost!  But, Shane had mob connections, I don't think the real Shane, would have thrown me under the bus for the mob, even his mother, but, a double would have . . . and like I said, there was this surprise, March, 2011, if think, 3 month left over jail sentence?  P.O.S.T. Training?  Cop training in Salt Lake?  I later saw whom I thought was Shane, in a sheriff's SUV?  He looks like a cop, would now do the cops bidding regardless, or he was used as an identifier for the hit man, black dude I gave the computer to!

Mob Connections, Mob, Mob, Mob!  I Am the Ice Man

My Intel man, God, is calling me to church . . . and telling me to mov . . . each time I tried to write "mob" it came out, "mov" or "move" and I am humble to God, he is always right!  I have perfect faith in God, perfect faith in my skills, and perfect faith that the cops will fuck their side up, so it is up to me, to save me!  LOL!  But, just a few points, just in case someone is actually helping me and needs some info, the Mormons settled Las Vegas, then the mob came in the 1920's, and Mormons and Mobsters, intermarried back then, and integrated systems.  And again, later, when more and more, FBI agents were Mormon, when a mobster would change sides, the Mo FBI would put them in the witness protection program, in UTAH . . . who would look for them in Mormon Utah . . . NOBODY . . . and that is why they did, the mob influence is heavy and think in Utah!  When I worked for the state of Utah, in 1994, while I was pregnant, first married, and hubby was a student at the U of U, there was a joke in Social Service Division, with, Mr, Crouch, my boss and others, that they would see the Mob Wives, down collecting food stamps and welfare checks, wearing leopard skins and diamonds!

After Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart, connected to Judge Ted Stewart, who fucked me on the Cheek case, related, probably?  But, right after we got married, we went to Hastings Book Store one night to check out a  movie, and the clerk stopped Brett, and said that he had the movie, I Married an Axe Murderer, still checked out, and needed to return it, before he could check out this new movie.  Brett was pissed and insisted he returned it . . . but my little symbolic mind, started to turn, and I wondered if this was some sign, that the locals knew, this dude was bad news and was trying to protect me . . . Brett got a new account, but the seeds were planted.  On the way home, I saw another movie, I Married the Mob, and one night, Brett and I stopped to get food, and Brett was across from me, and on the back of the newspaper, was something about the Ice Man Cometh  . . . one of the most notorious serial killer's name!  When we got to Shelley's house, after, I asked her what she was reading, and she said, about the serial killer, the Ice Man, who had allegedly killed over 200 people and even did contract work for the FBI!

When I first met Brett, he told me about some killer, who murdered prostitutes and run-a-ways, up around the Oregon area, and he seemed to have personal knowledge, and a fascination with this guy!  He picked up and me, and he begged me not to leave the first night, he was handsome, and I was dying, so, okay . . . but, at one point, I think that first night, or shortly thereafter, he was on top of me, and looked down and said, I like you . . . and there seemed to be some type of pardon, in that statement, like, I am going to keep you for awhile!  LOL!  I would bet he loves me to this day . . . but, after leaving him, he wanted to destroy me, as do these other cop and mafia types, who look at women as sex slaves!  Another time, after Shelley mentioned something about the Ice Man, me and Brett were sitting out in Mount Sterling, the perfect hide out for a serial killer, 23 acres, tons of sheds, looking abandoned, and hills all around, nobody would hear you if you screamed, but Brett turned to me, and said, I am the Ice Man . . . No you are not! Later that night, me and Brett walked up on the neighbors, horse property, to watch the fireworks, and by this time, I was a friend of the four horses, next door, and they would run, as Brett would cut alphafa for me to feed them, usually most days . . . but, Brett was ahead of me on the trail, up on the hills above Mt. Sterling, and after Brett started down the hill . . . all four horses, blocked me in a square with their heads!  They would not let me out, and I was afraid to walk between their legs, finally Brett came and had to force the horses to break their protective ring from around me, and let me go!  They say, that animals can pick up on a personals persona . . . was Brett, warning me, with his Ice Man statement, and were the horses protecting me from him, feeling his intentions?  

I started to hide a kitchen knife under the mattress on my side of the bed . . . Brett found it, and said, do you seriously think you could do anything against me if I wanted to harm you?  I am jumping back to when we first met, and after he told me about this serial killer, he said, was much like Ted Bundy, the charming law student, one of the biggest serial killers, and with Brett, Mr. Charming too, he took me on a hike, that first morning, up to a road that was used by gas and power workers, but there were warning signs all over the place, and I wondered as we hiked higher and higher, if there were woman's bodies buried up here?  Was he the serial killer?  But, we went up, made love on the top of the mountain, covered with sunflowers, and returned to the shack, he was turning from a horse shed to a straw bale house . . . and I was unharmed!  I am a risk taker for sure.  But shortly after that, Brett and I were doing laundry, and some guy had a shirt that said, Warning Pipeline!  What?  Maybe, Brett, was in a new class of crimes now, and when he met Shelley and Kay, and I am sure he fucked both of them, he got into white collar crime.  I legitimized him and introduced him to my family, my friends, and he was given a new life, so to say off the farm!

These People Are All Opportunists, Money, World Domination a Goal, They are Charming, Congenial, Sophisticated, Educated, Intelligent and Ballzy!

EXACTLY LIKE THE MAKING OF THE MOB IN EARLY DAYS OF NEW YORK AND CHICAGO!

THEY RAN CRIME LIKE A CORPORATION, ACCOUNTANTS, LAWYERS, BUSINESS MEN/WOMEN!

They are a mixture of the Koch Brothers and the Mafia!

Changing Sides . . . Hell on Wheels!  Love!