YOUNG MEN, KIDS AND FIRE! CHURCH AT THE MONTANA MARATHON, ROCKIN' MORNING, 6,000 RUNNERS FROM ALL 50 STATES, MINUS 1 . . . COOLEST MARATHON LOGO, WOULD PICK UP STRASH FOR A VOLUNTEER'S SHIRT--BRIGHT RED, BRIGHT YELLOW OR GOLD LETTERS, A MOOSE IN THE GRASS, WITH RUNNING SHOES HANGING ON ITS RACK! I BLOGGED ABOUT THE EVENT, DOES THAT COUNT? MEDALIONS THAT EVERY RUNNER GOT, AWESOME TOO--HUGE ELK IN A WOODED SETTING, MOLDED INTO SILVER, HANGING ON A RIBBON! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO RUN A MARATHON, AND THOUGHT, JUST FOR A SECOND ABOUT TRAINING FOR NEXT YEAR, BUT DECIDED, MY VERY FIT, RUNNER DAUGHTER, WHO WRITES FOR UTAH ADVENTURES MAGAZINE, OUGHT TO GET OFF THE MOUNTAIN TRAILS, AND ONTO THE STREETS, AND WIN ME A MEDALION FOR NEXT YEAR! LOL! THE BEAUTY OF KIDS, SO COOL! THE MISSOULA INDEPENDENT, I USED LAST WEEK TO WRITE ABOUT "ENCOUNTERS OF THE WORST KIND" IS STILL SITTING AT THE COMPUTER I USED, SO I CAN EITHER FIGURE THAT NOBODY IS USING THE COMPUTER BUT ME, AND THE CLEANING STAFF EXPECTS ME TO CLEAN UP AFTER MYSELF, OR GOD IS TELLILNG ME TO REMEMBER THE WATER LIST OF RIVER SAFETY MEASURES TO TAKE, THAT WERE IN THE MISSOULIAN NEWSPAPER YESTERDAY . . . HOWEVER, I LEFT MY GLASSES AT THE AQUATIC CENTER, AND HAD TO TORTURE THE SAME LIFEGUARDS, WHO RECOVERED THE POKE-A-DOT, SWIM SUIT, THAT I LEFT, THE WEEKEND BEFORE--SO I CAN'T TELL IF, I REMEMBER THE LIST IN THE FIRST PLACE, IF I EVEN READ THE LIST RIGHT, WITHOUT MY DOLLAR READING GLASSES, BUT I WILL TRY, TONS OF KIDS, FLOATING THE RIVER, SWIMMING THE RIVER, FISHING THE RIVER, AND I AM SURE BOATING THE LAKES . . . SO, JUST INCASE, I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LIST, THERE IS A LIST OF SAFETY MEASURES, JUST WHERE I SAW THE MISSOULA COUNTY SHERIFFS, SEARCH & RESCUE TEAMS, LOADING AND UNLOADING BOATS, RAFTS, AND WATER EQUIPMENT! GOOD REMINDER FOR PARENTS . . . I HAVE HEARD, AND GOD KNOWS I COULDN'T DEAL WITH BURYING A CHILD OR HAVING ONE PREDECEASE ME IN DEATH! SO PAY ATTENTION! JUST A FEW COMMENTS ON THE LASTEST AND GREATEST OUT OF THE ENTERTAINMENT CAPITOL OF THE WORLD, WASHINGTON, D.C., ON U.S. CONGRESSMAN, RYAN ZINKE'S, CO-SPONSOR OF THE, FOREST RECLAIMATION ACT OF 2015 . . . IF YOU TAKE A LOOK AT STUMP TOWN OR RATHER, WHITEFISH, MONTANA, YOU WILL SEE WHAT WE ARE RECLAIMING THE RIGHT TO DO . . . STRIP THE FORESTS OF TIMBER, WITHOUT THOSE FUCKING ATTORNEYS AND CONSCIOUS OBJECTORS, OR ENVIRONMENTALISTS, WE WANT MORE SCIENTISTS, IN THE FORESTS, THAN LAWYERS . . . TAKE A DRIVE OUT TO LIBBY, TROY, ESPECIALLY, WHEN THERE IS STILL SNOW ON THE GROUND, EARLY SPRING, TO SEE THE PATCHWORK OF SHIT, THE SCIENTIFIC METHODE OF TRIMMING THE FOREST LOOKS LIKE

Gotta Love Those Horny Young Men!

Over the weekend, I was walking back from the Current Swimming Pool, dripping wet, and flushed with the afternoon refreshing swim, and as I was crossing from some street, after crossing the bridge, and waiting on Broadway in Missoula, a young skateboarder, about 19 or 20 came up to the light behind me, as did an older man on a bike, who tried to stop the ensuing but inevitable conversation that was about to take place, with the bikers seeing it coming before, I heard the words out of this hot to trot young man's mouth.  As we waited for the light, the younger man, I guess was checking out my ass, and made a comment, like you are a beautiful woman.  I promptly thanked him and thought, if he only knew that I am 60 years old, he might regret saying those words, but I appreciated them, and the man behind me, said, to the younger man, leave her alone . . . and the younger man, as youth do, basically, through his actions and later words, said, basically, fuck off old man, I will do what I want.  So, he came up, threw his hands in the air . . . skateboard was hooked on his backpack, and he smiled and said, the facts are the facts mam', but you have a very nice ass, what can I say!  LOL!  Again I smiled and thanked him . . . I think the older man, went the other way, LOL!  

Little does the older man know, that in my 20's I might have been offended by that comment, in my 40's, I may have thought it to be sexist or some "exist" remark, but coming back from trying to work that same ass off in the swimming pool doing water aerobics, I take that as a high compliment, and it encourages me to keep up the good work, at the swimming pool, that I have been doing 6 days a week . . . so thanks to hot young men, who are not afraid to compliment an old lady like me, who is still cute for all the wear and tear this body has been through!  It was nice to hear that from a white guy, some man other than a black man, and generally, they don't want me to lose one precious inch off this hot ass!  LOL!  That is why I dig the hell out of them, they love the curves, the full figured woman, and they don't like the lollipop girls, with heads bigger than their straight bodies!  LOL!  A woman is a woman . . . if you can handle the swearing, which obviously you can, or would would not be reading this blog, get a DVD of comedian, Kitt Williams, fucking hilarious.  Get the one, about, black men, not understanding white men . . . so funny, especially about women and the white man's drinking habits, getting all shit faced!  LOL!  You see when you mix up the races, life becomes so much funnier, seeing your own race through another races eyes!  LOL!

COOL KIDS, COOL GRANDBABY . . . 2 YEAR OLD "Y" TELLING ME THANKS FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY PRESENTS I DIDN'T SEND HER, AND WALKING AROUND THE ROOM POINTING OUT WHAT, PROBABLY THE OTHER GRANDMA SENT!  THANKING ME FOR THEM!  LOL!

One of the really awesome things about kids, is you raised them, and so they tend to have, your value system, if you are lucky like I am.  After ditching my cell phone in Grand Junction, leaving it at Walmart, open 24 hours, making the cops, think I was stealing shampoo, for 24 hours a day and night, and giving a black dude, my computer, sending the NSA, cyber spies, down the road to California, while I put my hoodie on and headed back up through UTAH, and back to Montana, my adopted home state, and calling my beautiful oldest daughter, Greta, who is up with the Hot Shot Firefighter, taking out flames of the fires in Oregon, finally reaching her by Sandra's cell phone, to get a hold of Chris, because I can't remember his number, logged in my cell phone, that the cops, eventually found ditched on one of the isles at Wally's World, after I chided the GJPD, for not finding it in the bushes, an isle, and later, they took me up on the challenge of using their high tech spy and tracking equipment to find my cell phone--not me, the day, I ditched out of Grand Junction Function!  LOL!

Greta, must have been out in the field without service, but later, I got her on the phone, and after a month of not talking to my kids, I called Gret and said, Hey, what are you up to?  In her cute, but sarcastic tone of voice, she said, No, mom, the better question is where are you?  LOL!  I told her I am in Missoula, and wanted her to know if she wanted me to start looking for a house to rent, since, law school, will be starting up here at the U of M, in about a month, and she reminded me that her and Dallas, decided to get a second deferment for a year, even with a scholarship . . . oh, good, I have one more year to get my shit together, before, hopefully, all my kids, seek, political, legal, and religious asylum from Utah, and end up, in the last best place, and that isn't saying much these days, but in Montana . . . Greta has a vision of our family, doing the Hispanic thing, all living in the same house and working together to get her through law school, and talking fiscally too savvy Chris, into giving up his miserly ways, and take out college loans, or work at Starbucks for four years, while they pay for his college, because he refuses to go into debt for his schooling, and he was always the none traditionalist in the family anyway, learned to swim in the bathtub at home, scored in the 11th grade math level, in first grade, could do the most complicated algebra problems without a calculator, basically Good Will Hunting, and is getting a first class current affairs education, working for a national computer firm, who previews 300 newspapers, newsletters and magazines a day, for movie stars, politicians, and companies . . . but, he is missing that classical education, general ed, and other amenities that college life gives, plus he can grow his beautiful blonde, waving, thick, surfer hair back, and skateboard around town!  LOL!  One of the few moms, that loves long hair on both of my boys, but hey, I was the one Mormon girl, with her dad a bishop, who was attracted to one of the two long haired, hippie boys, who attended church after years of inactivity, with two of the bishop's daughters, marrying to two bums, as my dad would say it!  LOL!  I finally got a hold of Chris' number, after calling leaving messages on Elliot's phone, who has had the same number since he was 18, and calling Greta . . . now I could wish baby, "Y", Chris would kill me if I used her real name, so cute, so sweet, a granddaughter after her grandma's likings, Chris and Kat, call her a princess, but me and "Y" know, she is a cowgirl at heart and she is already kicking up shit, and giving the two perfectionists a run for their money, just like grandma thinks she should!  LOL!

MOM, KEEP YOUR MONEY, JUST SAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AND THAT IS IT!  I LOVE MY KIDS . . . THEY KNOW I AM NOT GOOD AT THIS PRESENT THING!  WADDA YOU EXPECT WITH A BIRTHDAY, DECEMBER 17TH!  IN A FAMILY OF 10!

With a birthday, a week before Christmas, in a family, who executed anyone who dared say there was not a Santa Claus, and with 7 other kids to buy presents for, my birthday was always an after thought, and a sideline to the Christmas furor; however, even though, I never had a birthday party, which I never felt cheated for being denied one . . . the flip side of that, is that I made it barely though my kids younger birthdays, doing what I had to do, but not much more, and by the next generation, well, I guess you get the point.  It is not that I love them any less, or love my in-laws . . . well, but I am just not that great on sending cards, and getting presents off in time and generally, I don't have money, but that is not excuse, because I was not better when I did have money . . . I think my kids get this.  Chris told me to stop spending all my money the second I get it, and live a bit better the rest of the month.  I am kind of like the country of Greece, I would rather live one week the way I like, going out so new restaurants, and attending functions around town, than live in austere life, boring me, the whole damn month . . . better one week of heaven, and three of hell, than all four of hell, is the way I look at it!  I am right there with you Greece . . . I read a book called Soul Mates once, and they said, if you have a particular connection with a time or place, you probably lived a previous life, back in history some time . . . I love the Greek City States, the foundation and model for the United States, love Plato, Greek philosopher, who wrote the essay on The Republic, setting a ton and mood, on law abiding citizens, legislative bodies, law making, law adherence, and parent's responsibilities, which I very much adopted in training my kids!  I am sure that I was in love with some Greek philosopher king, who ruled in the courts and chambers of Ancient Greece!  You can pull you economy back, go out to eat . . . basically, eat, work and be merry!  My personal philosophy!  LOL!  I never get paid for my work, but like Aristotle said . . . in the essay on Virtue . . . you can never judge a man/woman, happy or sad until the day they die!  99 out of 100 days, I am very happy!

When I called Chris, always the voice of cheap and reason . . . and told him, I would jump on a bus, come down to Utah, we could celebrate "Y"s and his birthdays, both in July, and maybe me and him, could hit Elliot's concert at Kirby Court, on July 18th, seeing El's new band and music creation, The DITCH and the DELTA!  Mom, that takes too much money, you need to stay put, get your life together, and stop just running all over the country . . . I hate it when he talks like that because I know he is right, but can he convince the cops?  It is their fault for chasing me, making my 99 happy days hell, and making me, on the one day in the cycle, worse, making me miss family, friends, and my house, cabin, truck, furniture, art, piano, law practice and just a few of the things that they have taken over the years, to PUNISH ME!  Chris was voted to be the most likely to be an attorney . . . hell he was born an attorney!  LOL!  He is always giving me logical, sound advice, that totally makes sence!  LOL!  Now whether the cops will heed it or not is another thing!  LOL!  

There was this black mom, a former office administrator of 40 years, who was staying at the Poverello Palace Shelter, and Cherry told me the reason she was in the shelter, was because, she came to visit her perfectionist son, who works at the hospital, and he doesn't drink, and she still does, and she threw her beer can in his spotless garbage basket, and he freaked out at her.  She said, he may be able to boss his two younger sisters around, but I AM HIS MAMA!  I laughed and said, I understand, I have a son, just like that.  Cherry disappeared after a day or so, and we had a friendship thing and mother thing going, but she showed up again, and I asked her where she went . . . she said, she tried staying with her son again, and she decided, it was more peaceful staying at the homeless shelter!  LOL!  Eventually, she ended up in the hospital, her son works at, with high blood pressure, and the doctor told her that the Poverello lifestyle was not agreeing with her system, so after battling her son, for a week, he came and got her, and she made it clear to him that she was his MAMA, he was not her DAD!  LOL!  Loved it, and could relate, but I do appreciate Chris understanding the fiscal and financial circumstances I am forced to live under, with the feds taking everything away from me, stopping any type of gainful employment and interfering with any apartment deals . . . PUNISH HER, PUNISH HER, PUNISH HER . . . for stopping our unchecked dicks, averous greed, want of unlimited pussy through Mo polygamy, the recruiting tool, and stealing anything from law degrees, cases, blogs, to kids and grandchildren, to punish me for stopping a one world order, under the British crown, with an American President for the World, Mitt Fuck Romney!  Screammmmmmmm!  Believe me it was well worth the sacrifices and the cost!

BABY "Y" IS JUST LEARNING TO TALK, BUT I COULD CLEARLY UNDERSTAND, THANK YOU GRANDMA!  KISS!  LOVE WITHOUT PRESENTS IN OUR FAMILY, AT TIMES!

Baby cutie girl, had not problem getting on the phone and jabbering up a storm with Me, grandma, telling me all kinds of stuff, that I didn't understand, but had full pleasure in hearing her cute little voice, getting more and more words under her belt, like rockets . . . she saw the fireworks and called them rockets, now every night she wants to look outside, expecting the rockets!  LOL!  Well, the Star Spangled Banner song, has rockets red glare in the lyrics, maybe she heard that on the 4th and picked it up from the song . . . bound to be a smartie, just like all her cousins, before her, smart parents!  "Y" talked on the phone, and then she took off, running around the room, showing me everything she got from either her parents or her grandparents in Bulgaria, and believe me, I am not jealous of the other set of grandparents, I am grateful that they are much better at this grandparent thing than I am!  LOL!  Love Kat's parents, even though I can't speak any Bulgarian, and they can't speak much American . . . this is shared proud grandparent language or the language of love!  

 We live half a world away, but we both know the joy of great kids and beautiful grand kids!  Presents are nice, but they can never replace a loving and caring parent and grandparent.  Chris and Kat have a lot of love for each other, have been put through hell, and came out with class, dignity, and style, and while being robbed of Kat's child from another marriage, through the Mormon Mafia, Donny will always be part of this Secrist clan, and Chris has tied and a heart for him that go beyond what most dad's have for their own sons . . . Kat used to always say, that if Donny had to chose, between her and Chris, he would choose Chris, so loving, so cool, stood by Kat's side, and mine, while fighting and winning a lawsuit for Donny, and the courts still refusing to give up the child, who not only was in Kat's custody, but won the case . . . so proud of her too!  Stand up people, with nothing but class!

Basically, Chris told me, in his own way, we know you love us, you don't need to spend the money to come to Utah to see us, don't need to send a present, when I asked him again for his address, because that went away in my contact list in the phone I left in Grand Junction . . . he said, Mom, just wish us Happy Birthday, and that is good enough . . . thanks my sweet, sweet son, love you, and family!

ANYONE WHO DOESN'T HAVE KIDS, IS FUCKING INSANE, SO COOL, SO SWEET, SO LOVING, SO UNDERSTANDING!  SOB!

Sorry, crying, so grateful, so blessed, so wonderful . . . the rest of the title, will have to wait until tomorrow . . . totally bless in what really matters, and for that, I love and thank God!  Just keep my kids and grand kids, safe and protected, that is all I ask!  

HAVE A GREAT WEEK!

REV IT UP! WATCH OUT--KNUCKLEHEAD! BUSH SS MEN . . . THE BUS, THE MANILA FOLDER, AND DIET COKE BOTTLE WITH THE NAME, "LAURA" ON IT, ACCUSED OF SHOPLIFTING, THANKING SHAMPOO FROM WALMART--SECRET POLICE, UNDERCOVER ROGUE COPS WITHOUT ANY AUTHORITY, LOOKED LIKE FOOLS! I JUST SHRUGGED IT OFF TO THE WALMART GUY! WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A SERIAL KILLER AND A SISTER--NOTHING! THEY BOTH LIKE TO TORTURE, GET PLEASURE OUT OF HURTING THEIR VICTIMS, AND WILL GO TO GREAT LENGTHS TO KILL THEIR VICTIMS, AFTER THE BINDING, TORTURE, AND ATTEMPTS AT THE THRILL OF THE KILL! WILD TIMES AT THE OK CORAL! POWER PARK, 100 YEAR CELEBRATION, WAS NOT AT THE POWER PARK IN MISSOULA, BUT IN THE POWER PARK IN THOMPSON FALLS . . . CLIMBED ALL OVER RATTLESNAKE CANYON, POWER PARK II, I GUESS, EVEN OVER ON THE LOLO SIDE, AND NEVER FOUND THE CELEBRATION, FREE HOT DOGS, SPEAKERS OR ANYTHING! HOPE I DIDN'T LEAD ANY OF YOU ASTRAY! LOL! BUT THE MISSOULIAN, LED ME ASTRAY OR I JUST DIDN'T REALIZE, NOT BEING LOCAL, THAT THERE WERE TWO POWER PARKS, CONNECTED WITH THE POWER COMPANY! I AM TRYING TO LOSE WEIGHT, SO THE 5 MILE HIKE, LOOKING FOR THE PARTY, AT LEAST FORCED ME TO BREAK OUT IN A SWEAT! LOL! NEXT TIME, TELL US WHAT CITY THE CELEBRATION IS IN! IT LOOKED LIKE FUN, AND WISH I COULD HAVE BEEN THERE, DIG STUFF LIKE THAT!

DIRTY ASS COPS!

 

The continued saga from the 20 years cold war, between me and the Bush boys and girls . . . I know, I know, the Patriot Act, just started 14 years ago, well, at least that is when the law or the act was passed, but it was in effect, long before that, and the doctrines of cops, doing whatever in the hell they want to citizens, had been taking place, long before the law was presented to Congress, or before there was a vote on the UnPatriot Act, believe you me!  I was victimized by the principles and concepts of the Patriot Act, back in 1999, two years ago, before the alleged, attacks on the Twin Towers, and the justification for the Act, due to terrorists!  The fascist ideas, ideologies, philosophies--of the government doing whatever it takes, without limits and exceptions, were in place, I would say, earier than, 1997, when I killed asset forfeiture, the hot button item that pisses cops off, the second, you mention their cash cow, and the fact, that they got caught with their hands in the cookie jar!  Well, folks, who value the presumption of innocence, the 4th, 5th, and 6th amendment rights, due process and equal protections, as well as the Constitution being the Supreme Law of the Land, and all the rights and protections contained therein . . . think again, under the UnPatriot Act!  And I had a strong reminder of that yesterday, AGAIN!

Sticker on Truck, "Watch Out, Knucklehead!"

I can go days, without looking at a bumpersticker, a billboards, a truck advertisement, or other sign pro's that I consider, if you will, messages from God, divine Intel, giving me a heads up, that something is, in fact, up, with either the cops of all flavors, or up with the Mormon mafia, or one of the paid, staff, that is as easy to spy, as A,B,C, . . . I meet, they greet, they bribe, and they are now on paid staff, as I believe this rogue ass, alleged undercover cop, at Walmart, and his two other cronies, combing the store, watching me, stalkiing me, following me, and harassing me, as they did yesterday.  So, I have done my shopping, and decided to go check out, some hair coloring, to touch up the roots of my hair.  I am walking over in the make-up isle, just browsing around, and happen to pass the hair coloring stuff, and I bent down, and quickly stood up, and changed my mind, and walked through the maze of the make-up, hair care, lipstick, etc., trying to find my way out of the store, not being much of a shopper, and very task oriented, going straight for what I want, and then going back outside, hoping to catch the bus on the half hour schedule, rather than the hour schedule.

 

All of the sudden, right as I am ready to exit the store, some guy, whom I had noticed over in the hair and make-up section, whom had a scruffy, rather long, goatee, was average weight to thin, wearing a ski hat on his head, with plaid shorts, and a tan t-shirt, wearing I think sandels, stops me, and say, mam', I saw you put some, shampoo or something in your bag, can I look in your sack . . . sure, and I pulled the bag open; he seemed shocked that he didn't see any shampoo.  So, then he was sure, I must have stuffed it in my doggie backpack, that substitutes for a backpack, very open, just one small zipper for lipstick and a pen, but with mesh on each side, very revealing, and not closed top, and he asks me if he can look in that bag, because he was sure that he saw me put shampoo in my bag . . . so, I pulled out my swimming suit, showed him my colorful umbrella, an said, maybe you saw this, and he said no, I am sure you stuffed shampoo in your bag, because I saw you while you were walking down the shampoo isle . . . I told him, that I walked down the hair coloring section, and reached for some box of Loreal, but decided against it, and said, maybe you thought I picked it up, and put it in my bag . . . no, I saw, shampoo . . . I lifted up my hat, no shampoo bottle here, down my bra perhaps?  Don't think so, and so he, not seeing anywhere that I could hide shampoo, asked me if he could see in my grocery bag again . . . okay, and I opened it again, and again he was shocked.

 

I looked at the Walmart guy, who was moving further and further from this pathetic piece of shit, who wouldn't even believe his own eyes, let alone, me trying to give him the truth and a graceful way out of a nasty situation, taking place, right out in the open, in front of all the drivers, the customers, and whomever, but I have long given up feeling embarassed, because of someone else's fuck ups!  Now this fool, didn't leave it at this, he told me to wait, as he got on some walkie talkie, and asked the video guy, if he could look at the video footage from the shampoo isle . . . no, we can't see that she put anything in her bag!  Then he just turned a walked away, and I yelled after him, mainly in a mocking voice . . . am I free to go?  I know, that an officer, if he was one, and if he was, why did he need a Walmart escort, to go with him, a lawful officer of badge, could easily, stop, question me, and even pat me down . . . I was going to ask him, if he wanted to cop a feel?  But he didn't seem in the mood for jokes, especially of the very true kind!  LOL!  I turned, and smiled at the Wally's World guy, who just kind of rolled his eyes, like, he was saying he was sorry for the inconvenience . . . and I just strugged my shoulders, and smiled . . . and walked merrily over to the bus stop!  LOL!  Let's see, it this 1 million to 0, JoAnn right to cop wrong?

NSA, Shelley the hacker bitch, fucking with the cursor, can't center . . . spell check will most likely be turned off . . . dumb fucks, just prove my case against them, daily!

They are trying to make me publish, so they can hack in . . . sorry, not great subtitles, not going to let them in, FUCK THE FUCKS!

So this is not enough for this dumb ass, and he and a fellow, undercover officers, now there are three shit heads, or rogue faggots, on the Bush, Shelley team, walk over to where I am waiting for the bus, and smoke, staring me down, like I know you put that shampoo in your bra, down your socks, in your underwear, I just couldn't find it, or any proof whatsoever that you stole that damned shampoo, but I am sure you did, look . . . forget that lame ass bitch sister of mine, just my sister who is playing she is me, and has bilked me out of a cool billion, through hacking, cases, son's music, blogs, etc., and probably put these, useful idiot up to this . . . with Shelley having complete access to my Walmart Money Card Account, via, CIA, FBI, NSA allowing access, knowing I have no money on my card . . . but they didn't think I had money when I got from Grand Junction to Missoula either!  LOL!  Guess they haven't heard of taking out CASH! with these dumb fucks thinking that I am Shelley, still, and that that bitch, my older sister is JoAnn S. Secrist, the GREAT!  YOU ARE FUCKING WRONG AGAIN . . . YOU WERE LOOKING JOANN S. SECRIST IN THE EYES, BUTT FUCKERS!  SHELLEY IS USING MY MONEY TO BUY YOUR SORRY ASSES!

 

These guys are so stupid, no wonder, there was a murder, the night before, yesterday, right on Broadway, with tons of cops and sheriffs, driving past, looking for a constitutional law attorney, rather than the murderer, who knocked off a guy at the Super 7 Hotel being found by the maid . . . as well as blowing off a woman, who was almost raped on the 4th of July, when I was also sitting over at the causeway, just a block from where the murder took place!  Hell, murder, rape, attempted rape, and this woman's husband, has been missing for 10 days too . . . she said, when I told her to call the cops, that they just don't care, and the murder will not be in the newspaper--and it wasn't . . . how can we think these guys are heroes, daily putting their lives on the line, when they are out masqurading as Wally World cops, chasing me!  LOL!  I guess their job doesn't pay as much as Shelley and mafia crew pays, so they take their services to the highest payer!  Fuck the tax payers . . . we are going for the perks, pussy, power, a prestige, protecting murderess, murderers, assassins, liars, cheats, mafia, identity theft perps, and, you know the good guys, not those bad ass con law chicks that blog about us, being the dumb asses that we are!

Guess "They" Decided That My Verbal Beating, is Worse Then Letting Me Center My Subtitles!  LOL!

Remembered Guy with the Manila Envelop on the Way to Walmart . . . Looked at the Name on the Diet Coke Bottle I Was Drinking--"LAURA!"

So, while the clusterfucks of cops, are standing there watching me, thinking I am going to shrink in terror . . . hell, you were the fuck up, not me, I would be embarassed, but this shit head was sure he was right, even though he took every avenue to look for the alleged shampoo, the dreaded shampoo, that I guess I should have been cowering in my undies, that he allegedly caught me . . . LOL!  Calm as a summer's day, useful idiot, listening to Shelley!  LOL!  Back to the story, so, while I was watching them, the cops, watch me, I was thinking, what was the warning, Watch Out Knucklehead about?  I remember seeing this guy get on the bus, and off again, and in his hands, he had a manila folder, or envelop, which I had just written about in my blog, and the dream about President Bush and Laura Bush, and thought it was, indeed, strange, in light of my dream.  Then, all of the sudden the thought came to my mind . . . I wonder what name is on my Diet Coke bottle?  I guess you are suppose to share a Coke with someone if their name shows up on your bottle, or some type of advertising gimic . . . and I like it, because, many times, it is highly symbolic, with someone's name that I love, or one of my kids names, or MOM, or Star, or something that makes me happy . . . but I took my last swig of DC, and looked at the name, on the bottle . . . symbolic as hell  . . . LAURA!

 

These fuckin' cops, probably under Shelley's, or someone's direction, one of the Bushies, as I call them, Allan aka Frank of Interpol, or Daddy Dearest, who worship the Bush's, keeping a picture of President and Laura Bush, on his walls, long after President Obama was elected.  So, I am sure, the Mo Mafia, was very offened at my dream interpretation . . . well, Daddy O, you know I have always listened to, heeded, and followed my dreams and I must interpret them, first, so there you have it, and there I had it, they were pissed about their leaders, of the FASCIST WORLD, being taken out of the game, so to say, as far as power couples, or taking down the Patriot Act SHIT!  So, the real truth, was that they were following me, hoping, that, as my card suggested, that I had not money; therefore, I stole . . . I always, always take out cash, to fool the fools!  LOL!  I don't want them to know where, with whom, how, or by what means I get around, or my comings and goings!  FUCK YOU PATRIOT ACT RATS!  Your fucking spying, can't tell what I have in my purse, or in my doggie bag, or in my shoes, or pockets, and it will stay that way . . . I only put something on my card, to let the cops, or investigators know where I was last, so when you fucks, kill me, they will have a starting point to FUCK YOUR SORRY ASSES!  PRISON, PRISON, PRISON . . . THINK POSTITIVE!  OH, BELIEVE ME, I DO, AND I WON'T STOP FUCKING THEM IN MY BLOG, UNTIL THE DAY THEY ARE INCARCERATED, ALL THE FUCKS, THE COPS WHO HELPED, THE CLIENTS TO TURNED, THE FAMILY MEMBERS WHO LIED, AND SOFORTH AND SO ON . . .!

The Murder and the Rape . . . Don't Bother With That . . . We Have Assets to Steal, Bad Ass Con Law Chicks to Frame!

This is a real, Mo town thing, to make everyone think they are living in Happy Valley . . . so you thik the cops are doing their jobs!  We are not going to report the murder, so it is good that my buddy told me about the four cops vehicles that were out in front of the hotel, the night before, and leaving both of us, wondering what was up?  I didn't think much of it, until, I was riding on the bus, with a woman, that I had seen at the Poverello Center or Shelter.  I asked her if she had an apartment yet, and had moved on . . . she said, no, that she had been attacked down by the river on the 4th of July!  What, I sat on the causeway, or where the river sections come together, and go through cement, joining flows, and land in a pool of water, that was so peaceful, and nice, cool, as I sat there enjoying nature, and some quiet moments, just chilling by myself!  She told me, who she was grabbed by the guy in plain daylight, and I asked if he raped her, she said, no, but she had fought him off, and she showed me the bruises, and told me she was staying in the Woman's Shelter.

 

Then she told me about the man who had been discovered by an acquintance of her's, a housekeeper at the motel or hotel . . . I think you have to have three floors to be considered a hotel, so motel, and she called the cops, and kept cleaning the room!  Scream . . . the guy, due to the heat, was badly decomposed, so, the cause of death was unknown, but not telling people about a murder and a sexual assault with all the kids, and people who are out on the river, due to the heat, or just to play around, tons of teens, this is bad policy to keep this quiet.  We all want to put our best foot forward, but, a murder, a sexual assault and attempted rape!  That is news worthy and a disservice, not to report.  Keepin Happy Valley, happy . . . may be bad public policy! 

 

It reminds me of the murder, or at least the dead woman, I saw, being out at 5:30 A.M., and getting the crime scene, just minutes after the cops, on an early Sunday morning, December, I believe, in Parowan, Utah.  I thought the murder would be front page news  . . . it was classified as a homicide!  The fucking county, dirty ass, attorney, the one I sued for $56.7 million, is the one who determines the cause of death . . . many deaths are classified as a suicide, especially when the murder was a cover-up, for collateral damage in this war, between me and the cops, and my fake ass, identity theft, interpol, shit head, cop, fuck, who murdered the girl . . . later changed to a boy, no blood at the crime scene, to allegedly having the fire department come spray off the blood . . . I saw the scene!  This is not the first time, that a murder, was classified as a suicide to cover the dirty deeds of cops, undercover, the politically connected . . . three unidentified bodies were just found in Helena, according to an Native American, Indian, who met me several years ago, the first time I was at God's Love Shelter, talking Indian law, the water compact . . . that was in 2013, the last legislative session, where I testified, in several committees, including the House Judiciary, on the water compact proposal.  But, as this Indian told me, bones were found in a black garbage bag, and they were the bones of a man, who had a long standing feud with a very politically connected neighbor . . . do whatever it takes, no limits, no exceptions!

Lies Hurt Us All!

If the cops, lie about a murder, or about a rape . . . and people, rely on the cops for accurate information, I would charge the cops with assisting in a murder or a rape, if there was another person that was assaulted in that area, who never knew of the motel murder or the sexual assault!  Ignorance is bliss, but lies can kill!  People need to know, so they can take special and heightened precautions, to avoid that area of town, or to be with someone when they float the river or just take a break on the banks of the river, or take a protective pet, or arm themselves with a legally permissible weapon.  I told the guys at the Poverello, and the one response was . . . well, it was not in the newspaper . . . oh, so that means it didn't happen?  Really?  That murderer, just might be among the Poverello folks, or living across the street from us . . . because we are homeless, we don't count?  I know there is concerns that this might upset people, but isn 't that better than letting them think that they are safe . . . hell, I walk between the apartments and the motel, almost every day, going to and from the Aquatic Center . . . it dawned on me, that I might have been the one that was suppose to be attacked.

 

My friend, Sandra, and I suspect everyone, don't trust anyone, because they contact them, A,B,C, as I meet friends, and pay them to side with them, say that it is really, Shelley, Rachel, Sue, Kay, Marcie, Tiffany . . . not JoAnn's face, but one of the government doubles . . . I have not, swear on a stack of Bibles, seen any of my sisters, nor Kay, the other ex-friend, who is my double, or at lease you know her as me . . . I even wondered on the celebration, 100 years that was suppose to be a POWER Park, I assumed, silly me, that because there is a POWER PARK, up Rattlesnake Canyon, with a map, showing the river trail, going from the Pacific Ocean, to right where I was standing this morning, that the celebration was, here in Missoula, since it was in the Missoulian Newspapers, the announcement, with directions, that were like, the way the crow flies, or the way you throw a stone . . . one fourth mile below the damn . . . what damn, was my question, never dreaming that there were two POWER PARKS . . . or was this a game of double trouble, since JoAnn, the real, wrote about it in her blog, and there was no real place, or address of the celebration . . . we could hold it in either place.  I was confused as to why the Missoulian was covering the celebration . . . until, I realized, hiking up the canyon, that, just as I thought, that Park, that was near the power station, was called, POWER PARK!  I know where Thompson Falls is . . . and that is symbolic too . . . somewhere along the line, Tom or Thomas, became a code word for CIA agents, can't remember, but?

 

Shelley's lies hurt, just like Rachel Dolezal, as do Rachel Southwick Hickey-Moosman, or Sue's, or Kay's . . . none of these women, who claim to be me, whom you think are me, have the training, experience, background, resume, cases, writings, speaking, or analytical skills that I have, nor the Constitutional understanding; therefore, when U.S. Congressman, Zinke, makes a statement, that we need fewer Lawyers and more scientists in the forests, I am sure referring to my blog of the other day, and having rubbed shoulders with Shelley, whom is a biologist, but pretends to be me, too, with an inner circle, so he thinks this bitch knows law, or con law, or even is smart enough to be an attorney . . . she was certainly too lazy ass to go through law school, and graduated from the CIA school of dumb as law . . . and a Congressman relies on her . . .

WE ALL SUFFER, AS WE DO WHEN COPS LIE! 



SPEED HUMP . . . DON'T YOU MEAN "SPEED BUMP?" GIRLS RULE, BOYS DROOL! LIVE YOUR GOALS . . . U.S. SOCCER PLAYER, CARLI LLOYD, VISUALIZED MAKING 4 GOALS IN THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAME AGAINST JAPAN . . . HAT TRICK WAS GOOD ENOUGH! GIRL SCOUT CHAPTER, TURNS DOWN $100,000 BRIBE, TO KEEP TRANSGENDER GIRLS OUT OF THE GIRL SCOUTS . . . THANK HEAVENS FOR LITTLE GIRLS, AFTER HAVING THE GUTS, TO TURN DOWN THE ALLEGED GIFT, ABOUT A HALF A MILLION IN DONATIONS CAME INTO THE CHAPTER, TO MORE THAN FILL THE VOID! COVERING WHAT MATTERS! LOCAL, THEN NATIONAL NEWS--POWER PARK, ELECTRIC, CELEBRATING 100 YEARS OF SERVICE, CEREMONY, I THINK AT THE PARK, TOP OF LINCOLN PARK AREA, BASKETBALL STANDARD AND PARK, FREE HOT DOGS, SPEAKERS, AND HISTORY OF TURNING THE PROPERTY OR SHARING THE PROPERTY UP RATTLESNAKE CANYON, WHERE POWER PARK IS, WITH CITIZENS AND TOURISTS! NICE! FUN FRIDAY NIGHT, DARBY BULLARAMA, 40 PBR BULLS, AND GOTTA HAVE THE COWBOYS TO RIDE'M GIRLS--COWBOY WANTED, DEAD OR ALIVE! LOL! ELECTRONIC BULL, CONCERT, MUTTIN BUSTIN', DINNER, DANCING--IF SHELBY CAN HOST THE 1921 WORLD WEIGHT BOXING CHAMPIONSHIP, LITTLE DARBY, TOWN OF 600 CAN SHOW YOU A RIPPIN' GOOD TIME OVER THE WEEKEND! MISSOULA MARATHON, THIS SUNDAY, I IMAGINE RUNNERS CAN STILL SIGN UP, MIGHT STILL NEED VOLUNTEERS, IF LIVE ON THE ROUTE, TURN YOUR SPRINKLERS ON, WATER THE RUNNERS . . . GARDEN OF READIN'! MAN PUTTING LEGALIZED, RECREATIONAL MARIJUANA ON BALLOT, NEEDS 50,000 SIGNATURES--WILL BE RIDING AROUND THE STATE GATHERING THEM . . . EVERYONE I KNOW ALREADY SMOKES THE STUFF, SO MAKE IT LEGAL! LOL! COLD SMOKE . . . LOVE IT, SILICON VALLEY, TAKIN' IT TO FBI, WITH ADVANCED TECHNOLOGY, IN SMARTPHONES, PROTECTING ACCOUNT HOLDERS, RIGHT TO PRIVACY AND PROTECTING AGAINST UNREASONABLE SEARCH AND SEIZURES OF INFORMATION . . . GOING TO CONGRESS WITH THE SAME OLD SOB STORIES, CAN'T GET TO TERRORISTS OR KIDDIE PORN KINGS, AND THOSE SAME OLD LAME EXCUSES TO SPY ON YOU, HAVE WORKED IN THE PAST TO TAKE AWAY OUR CONSTITUTIONALLY PROTECTED RIGHTS . . . FBI DIRECTOR, JAMES COMEY, SAID HE DOESN'T WANT A WAR, WELL, SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO GO TO WAR TO GET PEACE! GOOD FOR THE TECHNO FREAKS IN THE VALLEY, TAKE IT TO 'EM, THEY DESERVE IT! THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL, A BALANCE OF POWER . . . I CAN'T FIGHT THEM ON MY OWN! AND I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE SMOKING POT, SO YOU HAVE MORE REASONS THAN ONE, TO BOTH LEGALIZE POT, AND PROTECT YOURS, MINE, AND OUR PRIVACY! LOL! I LOVE THIS COUNTRY!

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AREA 51--GOVERNMENT TESTING SITE, SECRET UFO'S, ALIENS, SPOOKY STUFF, LIKE "FOUR SPECTERS" . . . REALLY, THE DITCH AND THE DELTA--"WE RUST" NEW CD SONGS, ALONG WITH LORD DYING, AND WORST FRIENDS, PLAYING TONIGHT--JULY 8, 2015, AT 451 SOUTH 400 WEST, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH . . . THERE IS A REAL "AREA 51" 17 MILES OUTSIDE OF ST. GEORGE, UTAH . . . LAST TIME I TRIED TO GET A PEEK AT WHAT WAS GOING ON, AT THIS TOP SECRET GOVERNMENT SITE, I HAD WHITE TRUCKS, GOVERNMENT TRUCKS, COMING OUT TO WATCH US, AND MAKE SURE WE DIDN'T GET CLOSER TO SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON . . . BUT, CHECK OUT THE BANDS, AND THE PLACE, COOL, CALLED, "AREA 51" AND SAY HI TO MY SON, ELLIOT, GUITARIST AND VOCALIST . . . SMART LIKE HIS MOM! I WANTED TO GET TO HIS SHOW IN DENVER AT THE "MUTINY INFORMATION CAFE", BUT THE GRAND JUNCTION COPS CHASED ME AND I HAD TO GET OUT OF TOWN, AND THEN THEY MANIPULATED THE BUS SYSTEM, SO THAT I WENT THROUGH UTAH, RATHER THAN THROUGH DENVER, STOPPING ME FROM GONIG TO THE SHOW I PROMISED ELLIOT I WOULD GO TO, FUCK THE COPS, THEY STOLE "GOD'S REVOLVER'S AND MARALOKA, NOT TO MENTION KILLING BLAKE DONNER OF PARALLAX" MUSIC . . . IT IS TIME FOR ELLIOT AND BAND TO GET THEIR DUE! WISH I COULD COME, WILL HAVE TO SETTLE WITH JUST LISTENING, UNTIL I CAN GET TO UTAH . . . WILL INTERVIEW BAND MEMBERS, GET THE SCOOP AND STORY BEHIND THEIR SUPERNATURAL MUSIC, TRANCE LIKE AND COOL! HAVE FUN TONIGHT!

DANGEROUS BEAUTY . . . IT IS YOU VS. YOU! FISH MAGIC WATERS, TOOL TIPS FROM THE TACKLE BOX . . . FLOAT EQUALS THE FREEDOM TO EXPLORE! IT'S GOOD TO BE IN THE HOOD! FROM THE DESK OF JOANN S. SECRIST, CON LAW ATTORNEY, FOR THE POVERELLO POVERTY LAW CENTER, BROADWAY, MISSOULA, MONTANA . . . CONSTITUTIONAL ANALYSIS TO HELP 9TH CIRCUIT COURT OF APPEALS, DECIDE THE FATE OFTHE JESUS STATUE UP ON BIG MOUNTAIN SKI RESORT, WHITEFISH, MT.--ARGUMENTS ABOUT "QUIRKY MONUMENTS" AND "SKI MASKS ON JESUS" JUST DON'T CUT CONSTITUTIONAL MUSTARD, OR GIVE THE COURT MUCH TO WORK WITH . . . LET ME TAKE A STAB AT IT! ALWAYS SERVING AS AN OFFICER OF THE COURT! SERVICE MASTER! THREE PRONG TEST: (1) THE GOVERNMENT MUST HAVE A SECULAR LEGISLATIVE PURPOSE TO GRANT THE LEASE OR PERMIT ON BIG MOUNTAIN; (2) THE PERMIT OR LEASE, MUST NOT HAVE A PRIMARY EFFECT OF ADVANCING OR INHIBITING RELIGION; AND (3) THE ACTION OF THE FOREST SERVICE, IN GRANTING THE LEASE OR PERMIT, FOR THE JESUS STATUE, MUST NOT RESULT IN AN EXCESSIVE GOVERNMENT ENTANGLEMENT WITH RELIGION . . . WHAT DO YOU THINK? THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS PLACED THE STATUE ON BIG MOUNTAIN, BACK IN 1954, AS A MEMORIAL TO A MILITARY TROOP WHO SERVED THEIR COUNTRY . . . SO? GOOD QUESTION--I NEVER KNOW EXACTLY WHO A CONSTITUTIONAL ANALYSIS WILL TURN OUT, NOR SHOULD THE COURT, BEFORE EITHER I, AN ATTORNEY, OR THE COURT, GOES THROUGH THE ENTIRE 8 OR SO STAGES OF LEGAL ANALYSIS TO DETERMINE, JUST WHAT SHOULD BE DONE ABOUT THE STATUE THAT MANY SEE AS A RELIGIOIUS FIGURE, NOT REPRESENTING ANY PARTICULAR RELIGION, OR THEY MAY SEE JESUS CHRIST AS A GREAT TEACHER . . . STAY OR GO? WE WILL SEE!

You Saved a Life Today

 

That was the slogan or statement on the back of the first bus, I saw, after returning to the City, after going up Rattlesnake Canyon to hike or at least get some exercise, leaving at around 7:15 A.M. to be exact.  For those of you, who follow my blog and read it daily, you know that I wrote about Encounters of the Worse Kind, talking about being in the backwoods of Montana, or even the front woods, with bears, mountain lions, and other wild life, being very common visitors to these here hills, or at least be are bumping up against their natural habitat, enough to make spurious encounters, almost a normal occurrence these days, as more and more people flock to the Treasure State looking for more than gold, silver, copper, and coal, but also for fishing, hunting, experiencing the wild like and nature, in this absolutely gorgeous state of ours, called Montana, which, literally means mountains, and all that goes with them.

 

It is funny, that as I wrote my blog yesterday, in the nice, safe confines of the University of Montana, School of Law, now the Alexander Blewitt III, School of Law, I didn't worry a blink about running into a bear or a mountain lion, moose, or wolverine; however, as I hit the trail up Rattlesnake Canyon this morning, and heard that old familiar twig snap, without seeing anyone, like re-experiencing PSTD from seeing two grizzly bears, two summers ago, as I was riding up to Swiftcurrent Lodge, in Glacier National Park to work, that is until my clients in Utah, found me and yanked me back to hell from heaven, in that green, lush, watery wonderland of magic and beauty.  I think for the first time, this season, it dawned on me, that, what I wrote yesterday, was in fact, true for me too, as I venture deep into the forests, the lake areas, and the meadows of the mountains.  I got just a bit spooked this morning, until some man, who must have read my blog, came up from behind, blowing a whistle about ever ten minutes, to ward off any close encounters of any kind, good, bad or ugly.  He even had his, sacrifice dog running the bushes, trees and streams, cutting a path for him, and his more loved dog, who was on a dog lease.

 

I was actually very glad this man was near me, bring up the rear, and then walking in front of me, going on ahead, when I turned around to find other people a bear might like for breakfast, now, joining me on the trail.  You know what they say . . . all you have to be, is faster than the other person, when you encounter a bear!  But that is just local folklore . . . lol!  Tag, your it!  I didn't think much more of the morning, once I hit the bus and headed back to town, until, the first of about 5 buses, pulled out, right in front of me, with the ad for Biolife, say, "You saved a life today."  And I wondered if something I said, made someone, other than me, protect themselves, prepare a bit better, use something to make sounds to keep predators at bay, or perhaps, they cleared their camp of food last night, in some back woods area, that is labeled, BEAR COUNTRY!  Like so many places I have hike and camped at since being in Montana!  Which brings me to just one more thing, that just might save a life today, tomorrow, or the next day . . .

Dangerous Beauty . . . We Forget The Perils of the Mountains! The Lakes! The Streams!  There Are No Instant Replays . . . You vs. You!

Nick, my little buddy from New Jersey, and also, recently dismissed from being a manager at Yellowstone, reminded me, after reading my blog, that there are other dangers in the National Parks, in addition to the wildlife, and that is getting to close to the edges of cliffs, or natural wonders, not abiding by the rules of the trails, doing risky behavior, like jumping off bridges into streams, that you don't really know how deep they are, or joking around with someone, pretending to push them over a bridge or a cliff, causing them to slip, fall, or even worse to die!  So, I thought, that, to make this a totally safe summer, with tourism at an all time high, here in the state of Montana, that I would give you a few more horror stories, not to scare you, but to make you extremely aware of where you are, and the deadly risks that you may encounter, also.  Oh, by the way, after I went hiking, I went swimming, and while I was walking back to the Pov, via, the back side of the Clark Fork River, on Hal's Walk, I ran into the Missoula County Search and Rescue, practicing safety and rescue drills on the river, with small motor boats, rafts, and last year, I saw them use, sea doos or water-crafts . . . so, they are also gearing up for any emergencies, that may occur on the river, as they also prepare for those accidents, or disappearances of people who get lost in the mountains.  And just a note on fishing, every year, you hear of people just going out on the lake or rivers boating, and someone ends up dead, drown, capsized, or whatever they did to die . . . think, prepare, have emergency contact equipment, let someone know where you are, and when you will be expected back, just safety rules!

 

All over the lodges and restaurants up at Glacier National Park, there are bright orange signs, that who a silohete of a forest, in black, and on the orange sign, there are the words, DANGEROUS BEAUTY!  This was a constant reminder, that while beautiful, the forests, the hills, mountains, waterfalls, lakes and streams can also be death traps, if you are not safe, smart, and back wood savvy!  My mother used to always say . . . Experience is a great teacher, but it is a fool who learns by none other!  Or in other words, through the experiences of these people, I am going to tell you about, learn from their experiences, don't have to experience everything first hand, to learn a lesson:

• Nick said, that several years ago, a girl, a new employee, and they come from all over the globe to work at the National Parks, but she was out exploring what is called, Little Grand Canyon in Yellowstone Park, and as she got close to look at the spectacular sight of the Canyon, she got too close to the edge and slipped, and she went all the way to the bottom of the gorge with tons of rushing water, also going down through the Canyon, and she died . . . the very first fucking day!
• Almost anyone in the state of Montana, is familiar with the newly weds, who went up to Glacier, and got in a fight, after only 9 days of marriage, and the bride of a week and a half, pushed the groom to his death . . . make sure, that you are cool with the person you go to some of these places with, because, it is very easy, for someone to plan your death, lose their temper, and push you over a cliff, or off a mountain.  It is a common occurrence, down in Zion National Park, that people climbing the step and scary, Angel's Landing , have suspected more than one spouse, which is always the case in the death of the other spouse, of pushing the person off the monolith, causing the death of the alleged loved one!  Don't trust anyone, is my motto!
• most of us are familiar with the movie, 157 Hours of the hiker, in the Utah desert wilderness, who fell between rocks and boulders, and after days of no food and water, he actually cut off his own arm to save his life, and crawl to safety!  Hell, I almost died, just within the city limits of St. George, Utah, starting out one bright, kind of cool summer morning, to go take a walk, and ended up, taking the wrong trail, that landed me back in the same spot I had started on hours earlier, so I cut across the desert, ended up stuck in quicksand, in a muddy river, losing my flip flops . . . not the type of shoes you want to wear, when in the desert hiking, ended up going for the buildings I could see in the near distance, after being out in the sun for hours, ending up, climbing over huge ass black volcanic boulders, that were about 130 degrees in the 110 degree temperatures, and finally collapsing over the counter of a beauty parlor!  Of all the places to end up, and calling my mother to come get me . . . I didn't take a cell phone, and there might not have been service out there in the middle of a city, but actually in the middle of nowhere!
• right after that happened to me, letting me know, just how vulnerable and stupid we can be, when even the most innocuous venture, ends up a potential death trap, I read an article in a local rag or some free magazine, that told of an older man, who, like me, ventured out in the desert, and one of the tires on his truck blew out, so he stopped to fix the flat, and his spare was also flat . . . he had no cell phone, nobody knew where he was, he had no water, and finally, I think someone did call search and rescue, but he was near dead, dehydrated and gone when they found him!  I have had friends, totally in shape, big time hikers, in alpine terrain, literally get dehydrated on the side of a mountain, and have to be life-flighted to the hospital . . . that happened to a friend of mine in law school . . . totally fit guy!  If you get low on water or liquids, you can dehydrate, and that is very scary and dangerous!  Bring water, more than you think you will need!  That should about do it to scare you silly or straight, to be prepared, always!

Let the Jesus Statue Stay on Big Mountain or Remove The Statue That Has Been There Since 1954?

Where do we start?  To me, there are more than the constitutional issue dealing with just the first amendment, and there are also, property rights involved, vested property rights, as per the statue itself, property issues of grandfathering the Jesus statue into any current property issues, and the property rights of the private property owner, who has the land that the statue stands on . . . which makes me ask the question, why does the U.S. Forest Service, have to issue a permit or lease, to leave the statue up, when it is, as I understand it on private property?  Many times, in lawsuits, and especially, in constitutional lawsuits, the attorney seeking the appeal, or the review of the case, by another court, must frame the issue, so as to make sense, because the court, can only deal with the issue at hand, that was formed, and frames the limits and perimeters of the case at hand.

 

The 5th and 14th amendments, say you can't deprive a person of life, liberty or property, without due process of law, or equal protection!  So, to me, if it is on the private property of a land owner, debate is over . . . the first amendment issues of Congress, not either establishing religion or infringing on the worship or non-worship of religion, is beside the point, as is freedom of speech for the property owner, who allowed the Knights of Columbus, a fraternal order of the Catholic Church, which seems to be part of the problem, that the Catholics, put the statue of Jesus up, but seemingly for secular reasons, that, maybe of keeping our boys and troops safe, which is a non-denominational kind of thing to do.  And as for the group, Freedom from Religion whom I met with on several occasions in Kalispell, never made it to the Kalispell Brewing Company on Tuesday nights, but I did attend their dinner and celebration on the National Day of Reason a few months ago, and found it both enlightening and I am very much a human secularist or a secular humanist or both, and also spiritual and religious, and a constitutional law attorney, so an interesting combo, but I told the group at that time, I agreed with their win, stopping the local high school choirs from singing at a Mormon Church Christmas program, using teachers, buses, and pressure to come, by docking grades . . . that is an entanglement of church and state to me.

First, The General Rules, The Basics, The Foundation

The general rule for freedom of religion for an individual . . . follow me with this line of argument: a person can belief anything they want to believe, as long as it remains a belief; however, if that belief, translates into an action, and it violates one of the laws of the United States or the land, then they can't do that.   So, here we have a private property owner, who has allowed the Knights of Columbus, to place this statue of Jesus, on private property, that I am guessing is a butt to the property of the Big Mountain Ski Resort, which is also, privately owned, I think, and it is not a government parcel of property, that is just leased to the ski resort, but actually owned by the ski resort, as is the property privately owned by the land, under which the statue stands and has stood for 60 years!  I just can't again, figure out, what in the hell, the U.S. Forest Service has to do with any of this?  Do the private property owners, lease from the Forest Service?  If so, then they are not private property owners, and are subject to the laws, regulations and rules of the Forest Service, which might bring about a different result in the case . . . I am not totally familiar with this case, nor the facts, although, I am familiar with the parties.

 

Now the first three amendments of the U.S. Constitution, are addressed to Congress . . . remember in this system of checks and balances there are certain powers and duties, allotted to the Congress, in Article I, of the Constitution, telling Congress what they can and can't do, and then there are sections of that article, that state what is prohibited to the states to do, so a division of powers.  While Congress has the right to make all laws regarding those necessary to run the government, it also, has the responsibility to take care of the property of the United States, which includes all the departments of the government, like the Department of Interior, that is over the Forest Service and the Bureau of Land Management.  However, if you look at the first part of the first amendment, it clearly states, Congress shall not . . . establish or prohibit the free exercise of religion, and in addition, these are the rights of the people, and they are free from religion or being forced to practice religion also . . . but, we also have to remember, that the U.S. Constitution, is a compromise, as it is between those who want and are free to practice religion, and those who do not want to practice, or are free not to practice religion, or believe in it at all.

 

Just to argue from logic and reason, which I think the Rationalists, even among those who want Freedom from Religion, the ones bringing the lawsuit to remove the statue, would admit, that they do not see Jesus as the Son of God, or as their savior; however, there are those people who believe just the opposite, and while this statue was erected by a religious organization, the purpose, to me, seems very secular in purpose, while not legislative, it is honoring the 110 Mountain Squad or Troop, who served this country, and maybe these people, some of the Knights of Columbus, also, see that they were protected in battle by Jesus, while serving the country!  Why should, this statue of Jesus, be any more offensive to people who don't believe in him, than a Buddha or more offensive, than Our Lady of the Rockies that has several stories behind it, one of a man's love for his wife, sometimes people see it as the Virgin Mary, others, see it as a symbol of the lights always being left on in Butte, after the mines closed . . . so the statue, which honors women, stands for many things, as does the statue of Jesus, which could just be considered a work of art.  I have not personally seen it, but Congress didn't put it there . . .

The Three Prong Test For Separation of Church and State

• the government must have a secular legislative purpose to issue to permit or lease . . . I would say, that doesn't even apply to this case, because we are dealing with a statue and the land it stands on, and that land, as I understand it is private; therefore the property owners can do what they will with their land, and in addition, there is no legislative purpose at all, so?  Congress is a legislative body, as are some government agencies, but this issue is not dealing with rule making, or making regulations or with law making . . . it is a permit, granted to a private citizen, having nothing to do with the government!
• the Forest Service, must not have a primary effect of advancing or inhibiting religion . . . Jesus is a universal symbol of Christianity, not just to Catholics, but to all Christians; therefore, advancing religion or inhibiting religion, is an interesting part of this test.  The Court should use the three elements of statutory interpretation to figure out what to do with this part of the three prong test, that has been around for precedent setting since 1971, by way of interpretation and application of the law.  First the Court considers the plain language or help to interpret the Constitution . . . issue: does a statue of Jesus, on a ski hill, either advance or inhibit religion?  I think, it behooves the Court to look at the intent and history, behind the first amendment, to get a better idea of what the founding fathers were getting at . . . remember, the colonists, were fighting England, King George, and the establishment of the Church of England or the Anglican Church, making that a state religion, with many like Martin Luther, and others, bucking that Church or other churches, and people wanting to practice the religions they felt most comfortable with . . . all of the churches, believed in Jesus, who is to be distinguished, both from religions per se, and from churches, or any particular church, with all the founding fathers believing in Jesus, God, the atonement, afterlife, and such, while, setting their religion aside, for a secular mission, of compromise, letting each man, woman and child practice their individual beliefs, or practice nothing if that is what they believed in!  Jesus represents a set of commandments, suggestions, beatitudes, ideas, philosophies, and teachings for a better life, a happier life, the good news of the gospel of Christ, has nothing whatsoever to do with a particular religion; therefore, I would say, that the statue, doesn't advance or inhibit religion!
• the act of granting a permit or lease, must not result in an excessive government entanglement with religion, as far as I can tell, given some of the information, the facts, the time frames, the vested property rights, even if leasing the land from the Forest Service, there is not an excessive entanglement with religion, it really has nothing to do with religion, just a statue that most religions believe in, and if the Freedom of Religion People don't want to believe in Jesus, or ski on a hill with a statue of Jesus on it, they don't need to . . . and even at the Big Mountain Resort, itself, you have to take a particular ski run, even to see the statue, have to basically go out of your way to get to where the statue is . . . and in this country of our, that is seeking a more perfect union, more domestic tranquility, common defense . . . those who are offended by the Jesus statue, that has been their for 60 years, should just either ski somewhere else, or take runs that don't interface with the statue . . . a compromise is really that easy!

This Bad Ass Con Law Chick, Says the Statue of Jesus Stays!



BOSTON FAMILY--THE DREADED BEAVER; BULL(SHIT) TAMER, STAR POWER . . . LIONS, AND TIGERS, AND BEARS, AH, HA--LIONS AND TIGERS, AND BEARS, OH, YEAH! FROM FAMILY FEUD TV TO GLACIER NATIONAL PARK, CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE WORST KIND, ARE REAL, AND NOTHING TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY! DON'T DO A SELFIE, WITH A GRIZZLY BEAR IN THE BACKGROUND, OR TAKE A FAMILY PHOTO, WITH A YELLOWSTONE BUFFALO, BEHIND YOU . . . 4 PEOPLE HAVE ALREADY BEEN GORED AT YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK THIS YEAR, AND THE SEASON IS ONLY HALF WAY OVER OR LESS . . . BEAR SPRAY IS NOT A GAG GIFT, BUT BE SURE YOU GET IT IN THE BEAR'S EYES, NOT YOUR OWN . . . DURANGO BEAR MAULING WHILE I WAS THERE, LESS THAN A MONTH AGO--FRONT COVER OF DURANGO HERALD! I HAVE HAD TWO CLOSE CALLS WITH MOUNTAIN LIONS, ONE ON A COLLISION COURSE WITH ME, THE OTHER ONE, STALKING ME FROM THE CLIFFS ABOVE. THESE ARE NOT KILLER ANIMALS, JUST ANIMALS IN THE WILD, ACTING LIKE ANIMALS IN THE WILD DO. AS MAN AND NATURE COLLIDE MORE AND MORE, PEOPLE NEED TO BE SMART, WATCH THEMSELVES AND THEIR PETS, WHO ALSO GET MAULED, KNARLED ON, AND EATEN BY THESE PREDATORY WILD ANIMALS! AFTER SEEING TWO GRIZZLY BEARS, UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL, BUT OUTSIDE THE TRUCK--THANK GOD, I DECIDED, I WAS NOT HIKING WITHOUT BEAR SPRAY AND A GUN! EVERY TWIG THAT SNAPPED WHILE HIKING, AND EVERY ROCK THAT RESEMBLED A BEAR'S HEAD IN THE WATER FREAKED ME OUT! SOMEONE REMINDED ME THAT THEY HAVE BEEN TREED BY MORE MOOSE, THAN THEY HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED A BEAR OR MOUNTAIN LION! TWO BULL MOOSE, LOCKED RACKS DURING THE RUTTING OR MATING SEASON TWO YEARS AGO, IN WYOMING, AND FOUGT TO THE DEATH, RACKS STILL LOCKED WHEN RANCHER FOUND THEM, ONE DIED WITH A BROKEN JAW BONE, AND THE OTHER A BROKEN NECK! THE RANCHER FOUND THE DEAD MOOSE, WITHIN THE HOUR, AND DONATED 600 POUNDS OF MEAT TO THE LOCAL FOOD BANK . . . THESE ANIMALS ARE BIG, WILD, UNTAMED, AND SCARY! BE SMART, THINK BEFORE YOU START OUT ON A HIKE . . . READ THE LITERATURE THAT THE PARKS, LIKE GLACIER NATIONAL PARK, GAVE ME, THAT I DISCARDED--THEN WISHED I HAD READ IT, WHILE ON A HIKE, FEELING LIKE THERE WERE BEARS, YEAH, IN BEAR COUNTRY, DAH, BECAUSE THE BROCHURES AND HAND OUTS, WILL GIVE YOU THE LATEST AND GREATEST TIPS ON WHAT TO DO, IF YOU DO RUN INTO THE WILD ANIMALS IN THE PARK . . . AS YOU ENTER NATIONAL PARKS, BECAUSE THEY WILL INFORM YOU ON WHAT YOU MIGHT RUN INTO AND HOW TO HANDLE A CLOSE ENCOUNTER OF THE WORST KIND! (INSPIRED BY THE ARTICLE BY THAT NAME, IN THE MISSOULA INDEPENDENT, AN AWESOME PICTURE OF A GRIZZLY ON THE COVER, FUNNY AND INFORMATIVE ARTICLE--READ IT)

The Family From Boston, And the Dreaded Beaver!

Back in the early 80's, when my four children were small, my sister called me up and said, Do you want to be on the TV show, Family Feud?  What?  She went on to tell me that the TV show producers, were having mock practices or interviewing families from the Salt Lake City, Utah area, and she thought it might be fun to go on the program.  Well, me, my sister, Sue, her husband, Kevin, his brother, Rob, and my cousin, Meg, made up the family--a mother of four and college student at the time, a school teacher, a human resource management specialist, or the dude that fires you, when working for large corporations, a male model, and a law student, was the make up of this extended family adventure.  We were selected to fly to Hollywood, and compete with families from all over the country, on the Family Feud Show, during the Richard Dawson Era, of the show.  And yes, I did have to kiss Dawson . . . I thought of every way possible to avoid the mushy, wet, gross kiss, that I had seen other participants have to endure, but he got me, because I was too chicken shit, to make a big deal of the kiss on national TV!

So, we get to Hollywood, movie star, style, courtesy of the show, put up in a nice hotel, $60 per day per diem for food, and a three day, relaxing holiday, all expenses paid . . . all fun and games, until you got on the show.  There were 10 families, who were brought in, to tape 5 shows, all in one day.  On day, one, as I remember, we had practice rounds.  They matched us up with families, ranging from the worst to the best.  We had done extremely well in the practice round, and nobody wanted to go up against us; therefore, we were paired with the family who had done the worst in the practice round, an all black family, from California, made up of dock workers, school janitors, unemployed family members, etc. . . . and they kicked our asses in the real show!  My sisters, who flew to California to watch us on the show, were totally embarrassed, and my sister, Sue, always seeing herself as the smart one in the family, was so depressed, that she made Keven, sit in the room, while she bitched and moaned, lamenting the fact that she didn't even get one question right!  LOL!  Me, Meg and Rob, were all about cruising around Hollywood, defeat behind us, we were going looking for movie stars, hung out at the Hollywood Hotel, and walked up and down the Boulevard, having a great time!

The Secret To Being Successful on the Feud, Is To Know That The Answers to the Questions, Come From California Audiences!

Okay, so here is an example of what I am talking about . . . Name an item that people rent?  We gave it that old college try, but the number one answer, as I recall, was, SKI'S!  Well, nobody in Utah rents ski's!  Name the rainy season . . . that is easy, in Utah, the joke is, that it always rains on the semi-annual Mormon Conference, in April . . . you know, April showers, right?  Wrong, I think, that the answer, or the top answer, was something like, OCTOBER!  So, due to our location, being in another part of the country, we had totally different answers, that if polled in Utah, from audiences, we would have been right; nevertheless, in California, we were totally wrong, so the loss to me was completely understandable, seeing the facts of what we were up against.  And as we watched the families from all over the country try to guess, what the answers were, not realizing that they were local answers, with audiences, being mainly from California, and probably right there on Hollywood Blvd. there was not way we were going to win, so I kissed my sore ego, and went out on the town for a great time!

That day, after we got a tongue lashing from sisters, Tiffany and Rachel, who were not on the show, who were sure, that they could have done a much better job, representing the Southwick family, than the sisters and other selected to go on the show, we had the opportunity, to see other people and families we had met, perform, and more miserably so, the further east they lived and came from, being so far from California, that they never even got one answer right!  This is how I figured out what the hell was going on . . . 

Name a Wild Animal in the Forest?

If I can remember, from that long ago, there was a family from Texas, going up against a family from Boston.  This question about animals in the forest came up . . . well, I joke with my son-in-law, who grew up in Florida, when he considers, the bumps and hills of the east, and calls them mountains, and tease him that they are not real mountains, those are in the west.  That same sentiment goes for wild animals in the forests back east, compared to those animals here in the best, like mountain lions, bear, moose, wolves, buffalo, bob cats, wolverines, badgers, etc.  So, Richard Dawson, asks the family from Boston, to mention their wild animal . . . and their top entry on the 4 or 5 choices was . . .  are you ready, a beaver!  LOL!  The whole audience went hysterical, and then Richard Dawson, with a totally sarcastic look, turned to the board, that would either bleep you, if you were wrong, putting a feared "X" for getting the question wrong, or it would pop up with one of your answers, being right, no matter where it landed on the board, or in what order.  So, Dawson, yells, the DREADED BEAVER!  And of course the dreaded huge ass "X" came up on the board, rather than the beaver entry!  LOL!

I felt so sorry for the Boston family, because, not only was every answer wrong, but their answers were fucking hilarious, and based on what I saw my sister, Sue go through, being so depressed, having not answered one question right, while embarrassing herself, on national TV, I could only imagine what the family from Boston was going to feel like, but it taught me, exactly why we lost . . . California facts, California seasons, California everything, and the further you lived away from California, the fewer answers you got right!  I was glad, that Utah was at least positioned in the west, with at least some similarities, and I believe, I was very relieved to have gotten, at least ONE RIGHT!  LOL!  Always go for happiness, not ego, or you will get fucked every time.  I let it go, had a great time, was grateful for the experience, and glad to get the vacation and the gifts.  I don't know if Sue ever recovered!  LOL!  Maybe, that is why I went on to law school, and she never did!  She was always the one who wanted to be an attorney, when we were young; however, I didn't let, silly, Family Feud, ruin my life!  And I had a fucking good time in law school!  My first boss, at the Utah Prosecution Council, asked me what I thought of law school, and I said, I thought it was fun . . .  he responded by saying, if I had known that before I hired you, I never would have hired you!  He never did let me hang my BYU law school graduation certificate!  LOL!  I knew I was still a lawyer!  LOL!

Warning . . . Tourists From Around the World . . . Wild Beasts Are No Joke, They Will Kill You!

It was interesting, in the article in the Missoula Independent, entitled, Encounters of the WORST Kind, actually took the total extreme opposite position than I would . . . Sarah Aswell, came from back east somewhere, and read all these books about wild grizzly attacks, mountain lions, and other encounters of the worst kind, and it sounds like she over prepared, and not only learned what to do when you come onto a wild beast, but actually, if not being sarcastic, wanted to actually have an encounter with a bear, and dreamed of saving other people she was either hiking with, or camping with.  I however, saw two grizzlies in the wild, not more than 20 feet away, and got scared out of my wits, and feared every twig snapping, and even not wearing my classes, being traumatized by that first real siting, through the mere rocks in the rivers and lakes, were grizzly bears!  But, to qualify, and let you know, that this fear of the wild unknown, came from birth, or my younger years, when I actually did live in California, and my father, with a sick sense of a thrill, used to like to take his children to movies, like JAWS and Psycho, just to see our reactions . . . I have never, stepped foot in the ocean since, seeing the opening scenes of Jaws, when the girl is taking an midnight swim, out to the buoy, and gets bitten in half, after being tossed and thrown about like a rag doll, for a while!  

I always error on the side of safety, and for error on the side of safety, and for damned good reason, this is not like instant replay, where you get to put your scalp back on, or take the part of your leg that a bear just bit off you, and sew it back on, where it belongs.  I have broken my leg, in 5 places before, felt pain, so real you could taste it, and I can't imagine the horror, of going shit, this hurts, or fuck, this bear is still going after me, or damn this mountain lion can run fast . . . or like the young girl, who was gored in Yellowstone National Park this season, who was gored by a buffalo, cute little fuzzy creatures, so nice and gentle, and thrown in the air, after being gored, and then stomped on!  Come on, that must have been an horrendous experience for her parents, who I believe had her stand for a photo, with the wild animal too close for comfort!

The chick in the article, said that all her Montana friends, told her once she moved out here in the wild west, that you are more likely to get hit by a car, than encounter a bear.  She recounted her one close exposure to a bear, and it must have been a small black bear, but she compared it more to Winnie the Pooh, bear, who just came out of the brush, leaned against a tree, and sat down, with it's arms limp at its side, and belly bulging as it just sat there, didn't chase her or do anything, but watch her and her dog, I think, as I recall, from reading the story, a few days ago.  That may be her experience; however, just less than a month ago, I was down in Durango, Colorado, when two people, I had become acquainted with, fought a bear off, there friend, who was, and again, this is from memory, bitten on the head, in his tent while sleeping, getting part of his scalp ripped off, and later, the bear, grabbed him around the throat, and drug him, while his two friends and husband and wife team, beat the bear off their friend, who was immediately taken to the hospital, luckily, there just happened to be a cop, nearby, who rushed the guy to the hospital or called the paramedics!  The couple didn't have a car, and the guy could have died . . . I understand he is doing fine!  But, I do believe that the bear, who took off, came back several days later, and scared another camper, and I think it was caught that time.

Now I Am Going To Scare the Shit Out of YOU!

• the first thing I heard, on the news, coming into Helena, Montana, was three mountain lions, a mom and her two cubs, just walking up around the Capitol Building, which is so beautifully, placed, up near the mountains, the pines, and with walking trails, literally leading from that area, up to the nearby mountains.
• several days after that, there happened to be another woman, who had a mountain lion, run into her open door, and go downstairs where her nephew was . . . lucky for cell phones, she called him, and told him to shut the door, and the lion ran back out the back door of the home . . . scary as hell!
• one of my acquaintances, used to work up at the Capitol on security, and one night, she was walking around the grounds, and she felt that someone or something was stalking her as she walked around on this nice, fresh, snowy night . . . the next day, she retraced her steps, and there were mountain lion tracks, following her on her whole route!  She now works at Walmart in Helena!  I don't blame her!
• I have had two very close encounters of the worst kind, with two different mountain lions in Utah . . . the first came, after I had been hiking for about 5 hours, going through a divorce, and just thinking, not particularly paying attention to where I was, but I knew it had been an awfully long time since I had seen a person, and what caught my attention, was that the topography and vegetation changed drastically, and the pungent smell of these large, Boston, fern-like looking plants, almost tropical, looking, densely filled a small part of the landscape, between the pine trees, about 5 mountain ranges back up a canyon, in Provo, behind the Mormon Temple, I think, might be called Rock Creek.  The smell, brought me out of my trace like state, and stunned me a bit, taken back by the drastic change in the look of the mountain, and this small oasis in the forest, I thought, what would I do if I ran into a mountain lion?  And just as I said that to myself, I looked over and bounding through the ferns, I could see the light tan back of a huge ass cat, leaping and lopping along, right dead spot on, where I would have been walking, had I not come to my senses . . . the road curved, and the lion was going straight, but we were on a collision course!  I knew the two worst things to do, was to surprise a mountain lion, or run from one, but given the fact that the lion didn't see me, and the smell would have covered my smell, I had seen a outhouse, back down the road, and I high tailed it as fast as I could run, and I was totally in shape back in the day, and glad for it, and made it to the bathrooms . . . never heard the cat, but I never turned around either, just ran, as fast as I could!
• the second encounter, came at a time when I had just gone up the mountains to get some peace and quiet and think, because I love the mountains and find peace and solitude there, like no other place, and such was that day.  But, much like the other occasion when danger is around, my intuition, made me sense that something was watching me, that something was not right, and I needed to take a look around . . . not more than 10 to 15 feet above me, was a mountain lion, just pacing back and forth, up along the cliffs I was parked under, probably his territory, I would guess, but, there was a clear and present danger, and the cat, was looking right down to my small car, with all four windows, unrolled.  I quickly took action, rolled up all the windows, and split!  That cat, could have pounced on me or the car, and have had a claw or worse a head, with fangs, sunk in my neck faster than a speeding bullet!
• another night, back two years ago, in Kalispell, Montana, I was walking late, one balmy winter night, near Christmas, back on the road, between the Flathead Valley Community College, and the Kalispell Medical Center, after listening to a lecture one night, and going home.  There is a stretch of that road, that is almost totally uninhabited by humans, other than a deep set farm house or barn, on tons of property, with the forest and pine trees, going right up to the road.  So, I am walking about 9 or 10 P.M., and I hear this kind of growl, some type of sound, that I was unfamiliar with, and I just kept walking, hoping the sound would go away, and then another sound, and I can't describe it, because I had not heard it before, and I sort of know what a mountain lion sounds, like, and that might be one.  So, I slowly, but as quick as I could without drawing much attention, crossed the trees, and cut through some yards, to houses and civilization, that was merely a short distance from this wild sound, and went back to highway 93, to take a more traveled part of Kalispell at that time of night.  The next day on the front cover of the Daily Inter Lake Newspaper, there was a picture of a mountain lion, just laying on a branch of a pine tree, big as life . . . I didn't know the name of the street it was on, but I thought that might have been the source of the sounds that I had heard the night before!  Scary!
• I have seen moose, elk, pretty close up, just yesterday, there were two deer bucks, with full racks of horns, just walking around yards at the top of Rattlesnake Canyon, leaving deer pooh, when I got back from sitting down by the river for a while.
• the closest I have actually come, or it seemed so, with an encounter of the worst kind.  Back in the fall of 2012, after escaping Utah with my life, and hiding out in National Parks, from Zion National Park in Utah, to Glacier National Park in Montana, but at this particular time, staying either in Yellowstone National Park, the Tetons, or Grand Targee, going between those and Jackson Hole, Wyoming or West Yellowstone in Montana, I was camping out up at a remote lake, by myself, called, Twin Lakes, or Two Lakes, on the east side of Yellowstone or on the Wyoming side, near the Tetons or Targee, not sure, but I came in from Jackson Hole side into the park, and drove way high, or so it seemed, and nobody was even at the lake except me.  I decided to take a nice little stroll around the lake shore, in the early afternoon, but as I got, only about 5 minutes from where I had parked my car, and started, the shoreline got muddy, sludgy, and too wet to walk along, so I promptly turned back, rather that try to push it and get my feet stuck in the mud, or get bogged down by wet soil.  I started back to the car, and right there, on the shore, where I had been, not minutes earlier, was what I have now come to know as bear scat!  Or rather bear poop!  At the time, being somewhat alarmed at how close it was, and the close timing of the wild beast coming to do this duty, leaving a trace that it had indeed been their, and right in the middle of the path, so there was no mistake that it had been a close encounter, and at the time, I thought, this is either Big Foot, or a bear!  That poop is huge, and there is all kinds of sick looking stuff in it, like hair, twigs, and pooh I had never seen before . . . due to that experience, I bought all my older grand kids, or one per family a book, put out by Glacier National Park, called, Who Pooped in the Park?  A really cute children's book that helps kids to identify the kinds of animals, that leave markings here and there in the Park!  A couple of joggers from Utah State University, came to the lake, just as I was getting back, to my car, and I took them down to the lake's edge, and showed them the scat, and said, I don't know if this is bear pooh, but, I would be very careful, because it came, right while I was just walking a bit around the shore line!  They decided that it was not a good place to jog at!  It just dawned on me, a strange place, given the timing of my visit and run in the National Parks, this was just days before the 2012 elections, and while in the Park, coming down into Jackson, I heard on the radio, that the Salt Lake Tribune, had just endorsed President Obama . . . I had been writing to several Salt Lake Trib, journalists, telling them what happened to my case, that they had in fact, interviewed me on, and they knew I was running for my life, but going into libraries in Jackson and Bozeman, writing my poison pen emails, pre-blog days, telling the world about the whole $357 million lawsuit, with my portion, being stolen, going to Mitt's campaign, with doubles signing off on settlements and bribes to clients, judges, etc., so they knew what the real story behind my vehement push to get Mitt defeated . . . perhaps a bear staged murder would work!  But, the couple heeded my advice and left the lake, as I did myself!
• my friend Nick, who got fired, or replaced on his job at Yellowstone National Park, working for D and C, vendors, over the food in the Park, who didn't pay him, either for 78 hours of work, owing him about $1,000 is still getting emails on the news in the Park that employees get, and he is the one who told me about the four goring by buffalo in the Park so far this year . . .  one man was gored, three times, from the back, tossed in the air each time, and he lived to tell about it.  But, a pretty reliable source, coming straight from the Park Rangers!  I heard that there are about 40 bear encounters a season, going from about June to October, at Glacier National Park each season.

Have Fun In the Parks, In the Wild, But Be Careful!

• don't feed the bears . . . don't leave food around your campsite!

  • I have heard that bear spray is extremely effective, more than bullets, but make sure you are of the mind, to point it at the bear, not get caught in the spray yourself

    • don't run, these animals, all of them can run faster than you

      • sacrifice a pet, rather than a human, really!

        • make noise while you are hiking . . . locals tell me they hit sticks together, or wear bells on their shoes

          • play dead . . . the eyes are a vulnerable part of a bear or a mountain lion, people have used sticks, pens, and other items to get a lion off a loved on, and saved their lives

            HAVE FUN CAMPING, BUT BE SMART!  LIONS AND TIGERS AND BEARS, OH YEAH!  THIS IS MONTANA!  I WAS GOING TO BUY BEAR SPRAY FOR MY KIDS FOR A GAG GIFT FOR CHRISTMAS, THE LADY AT WALMART, SAW ME LAUGHING AND SAID, THAT IS NOT A JOKE, YOU NEED THAT UP HERE . . . BOTH BEARS AND LIONS, NO TIGERS, YET, HAVE WALKED RIGHT INTO THE PARKING LOT AT WALLY'S WORLD IN KALISPELL!  NOT BULL SHIT!

HAND BABIES & HOLY ERECTIONS! LOL! OH, SAY CAN YOU SEE, BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT? YEAH, U.S. BAD ASS WOMEN'S SOCCER TEAM WON THE WORLD CUP, BEATING JAPAN, 5 TO 2! YAHOO! PLAYING TO A SELL OUT CROWD OF ABOUT 53,300, WITH ONE OF THE FANS BEING, U.S. V.P., JOE BIDEN, WAMBACH AND CREW, GAVE JAPAN, THE WHAT FOR! INTERESTING SIDE NOTES--CARLI LLOYD, SCORED 3 OF THE 5 U.S. TEAM POINTS, U.S. WOMEN, HOPE SOLO, WENT 540 MINUTES OF PLAY, WITHOUT CONCEDING A GOAL--HOPE, I WILL DEFEND YOUR 2 MISDEMEANOR CHARGES, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, AGAINST SISTER--I FEEL YOUR PAIN, SISTERS BUG THE SHIT OUT OF ME (LOL!); WOMAN OBJECTED TO FIFA'S DISCRIMINATORY ACT OF MAKING FEMALE PLAYERS DO THEIR THING ON "FAKE" TURF, RATHER THAN NATURAL GRASS, LIKE THE GUYS; WAMBACH WAS HONORED AS THE BEST U.S. FEMALE PLAYER, SCORING MORE POINTS IN HER CAREER, THAN BOTH MALE AND FEMALE SOCCER PLAYERS! SO COOL! CONGRATS, YOU DUN' US PROUD! HURRAH FOR THE U.S.A. WOMEN! HUNTER'S EXCUSE MUG, BROOD OF VIPERS, THE PERFECT VICTIM OF MISSOULA'S, ST. FRANCIS XAVIOR'S CATHOLIC CHURCH--AMAZING SERVICE AND SERMON! MOM, BUT KAY SAID . . . THERE IN LAYS THE PROBLEM! IT MATTERS WHERE YOU GOT YOUR START! HEADWATERS . . . "BEWARE, LEST ALL MEN SPEAK WELL OF YOU!" CHRIST, SCRIPTURE . . . IMAGINATION GAMES, ALAN TUREY, AMERICAN, WHO BROKE, HILTER'S GERMAN INTEL CODE . . . SOMETIMES THE MOST UNIMAGINABLE PEOPLE, DO THE MOST UNIMAGINABLE THINGS! NSA TURNED OFF SPELL CHECK, SO BEAR WITH ME . . . HOPEFULLY, THIS WILL POST AS ME, AND NOT BE FUCKED WITH! SMILE!

FUNNY!

Muslim televangelist, Mucahid Chad Hen, wanted his Turkish audience that Islam strickly projibits masterbastion and "that those who have sexual intercourse with their hands will find their hands pregnant in the afterlife."  (Turkey's, Hurriyet Daily News--I found it in the Missoula Independent, don't behead me for saying this, just thought it was funny, lol!).

 

Aiming to provide moral support for Pakistan's persecuted Christian minority, Pavez Henry Gill is building a 14 story bulletproof cross at the entrance to a Christian cemetery in the middle of Karachi.  He had hoped the 140-foot-high, 42-foot-long iron, steel and concrete structure would be the world's tallest c4ross, but it will fall 68 feet short of The Great Cross in Florida.  Still, it will be the biggest in Asia.  (Associated Press).

Mountain Lion Bus Driver . . . Wow, I Can't Believe How Many People Are Supporting the Girl's Team?  Why Not?

Due to the fact that I walked to St. Xavior's Church then to the Break Cafe and back to the Poverello Palace, later, while thinking I was just taking a walk to California Bridge and finding myself, caught in a downpour of rain, getting soaked, while seeking shelter, over on Hal's Walk along the Clark Fork River, on the back side, under one of the cute pavilions, along the way, between the bridge and the Ofsprey Baseball Park, finding myself, drenched and already half way to the Current Aquatic Center where I had left my bathing suit, last Friday, and deciding to break my own, Sabbath Day Rules, due to circumstances, and go swimming, being very wet already, leaving me too exhausted, when I got back to the homeless shelter, to walk back uptown to the Oxford Bar and Grill, with the best bacon in the world, locally grown and slaughtered, to watch the U.S. Women's Soccer Team play Japan; therefore, by the dawn's early light, out the door at about 5:30 A.M., I headed over to the bus transit center, to catch the first bus, and get my hands on a newspaper, to see if the U.S. Women's team won the WORLD CUP!

 

Not surprisingly, the newspaper was already open by some rider, probably commuting to work, and the Missoulian Newspaper, my current source of all knowledge, was already open to the Sport Section, with the headlines, saying, U.S., Lloyd Wallop Japan for Title!  I was visually and verbally overjoyed, and excited.  The female, nonetheless, whatever, bus driver, said, Man, I can't believe how many people are supporting the female soccer team?  Like that was some mystery to her, when to the rest of us, it is, why the hell, would we not support, one of the biggest sporting events, that rivals the American Super Bowl and not cheer for our home country gals?  It was shocking to me, that anyone didn't cheer for the hometown girls!  The World Cup, is only played every four years, and so it is a big deal.  My second husband, Jerry Owens, was a huge soccer fan, played, coached, and sometimes attended the matches, when played in the United States, so when you have a U.S. team, no matter, male or female, and as good as this team is, why in the hell, would you care if the team is male or female?  I know that I am overly competitive, but, really?

Incredible Athletes at the Top of their GAME!

Times are changing, thank God, and women are being allowed to be whom they want to be, do what they want to do, and work where they want to work.  There was an article in the newspaper, dealing with the phenomena of this team and the new number of women, who are tuning into watch the gals play, and I believe the numbers were substantial, like they jumped up 49%, if I was reading the newspaper right, and that is amazing!  I think that was an indication to TV networks, that we care about women's teams, want to see them perform, and dig seeing them kick a ball around the field and get so excited over a win, that they fall to their knees, rip their shirts off, lift a coach off the ground, and scream, in intense exhileration, that they won a huge, fucking game!  Good God!  How fucking awesome . . . these women athletes, some of the best in the world, world class for sure, fun to watch, have dedicated their entire lives up to this point, as either Lloyd or Wambach, commented, after the game, with goals, dreams, trophies, and awards, that they want no less than male athletes!

 

Several years ago, I dropped into visit my ex-hub, Jerry, the soccer lover, and he showed me a video, produced, I believe, for the last Women's Soccer World Cup, I think back in 2011, when the U.S. team lost to Japan, whom I am sure, wanted another win, and our girls, probably, had a few nightmares over, after losing the last time the two teams met . . . but this particular ad, produced by I think Italian fashion bastista's, put a bunch of female soccer players, wearing high heeled, platform shoes, tons of make-up, mini-skirts, mid-riff shirts, and their hair curled, flashing their underwear, as they kicked, giggled and frolicked around the field.  He thought the ad was so cool, and I was fucking pissed and furious when I saw it!  I said, why don't they show David Beckem, out running around the field in his underwear!  Because, a girl in a soccer uniform is ten times cooler to me, than a bunch of prepubescent teens, out running round the field, kicking balls and doing allegedly girlie stuff!  I said, don't you know me well enough, after 20 years, that I would be pissed at this stupid commercial?  We got in a huge ass fight, and I left, on my travels . . . I believe that is the last time I saw him . . . don't degrade, world class female athletes, by using sex, dumb ass models, to imitate, totally amazing female athletes . . . JUST MY OPINION!

Huge, Congratulations, U.S. Women's Soccer Team!

THE PERFECT VICTIM

Yesterday, was a great day at church.  I was set up, however, by the Missoula, historic, St. Francis Ignatius Xaviour, Catholic Church, starting about on Friday.  I was walking past the church on my way to type a blog at St. Patrick's Hospital, in their employee break room, and saw, 6, crisp, red, white and blue, American flags out on the upper, front steps, leading to the front doors . . . what an amazing sight, so cool, and while I have seen flags, mounted at Mormon Churches, before, I was somewhat taken back by this vibrant display of patriotic fervor!  I loved it.  Next, I was reading in the Religion section of the Missoulian, that some guy, a former high school and college football star, turned medical student, was dropping out of medical school, after three years of training, and felt he needed and was called to the ministry.  I believe that he was anointed a deacon in the Catholic Church, last week at St. Xaviour's Church. 

 

Then I was talking to Nick, my New Jersey, hommie, at the Pov, and I was telling him what churches there were, just in case he wanted to go to church on Sunday.  I told him, I was going to Fresh Life Church the one I go to in Kalispell, along with the Crossfire Biker Church, that is turning into the Hope City Church and Nick told me he was raised Catholic, but he hadn't gone to church for two years, but he was raised very strict Catholic, and mentioned all the traditions and liturgy of the Catholic Church that I am totally unfamiliar with, however, I informed him that I had been to St. Helena Cathedral to mass one Saturday, walking right in on mass, thinking I was going to take a tour of the beautiful church, modeled after a church in Germany . . . and I had attended Tuesday mass, here in Missoula, once, ditching the cops, and had gone several times since, telling him that the church rivaled, the Cistine Chapel, with murals and stain glass windows, depicting scenes from Christ life.

 

As, a bad ass con law chick, who trashes cops in her blog all the time, and being a sitting duck at the Pov. and other places, me and a few friends were having breakfast, and noticed, about 10 squad cars go past the Pov. in about 10 minutes, some sheriff's vehicles and others were police vehicles . . . now, either, these guys are trolling for me, or they are bored with all the citizens heading to the hills, mountains, lakes, and streams, out of town, and the cops have nothing else to do!  Too much heat for me, I told my friends, and booked it out of the Pov. at about, 6:30 A.M., stopped by St. Patrick's employee break room, thinking I would get in a blog, before church, with plans changing from a 3 mile walk down Broadway, to a half mile passed Reserve, where Fresh Life Church meets, opting for the back roads, over to St. Xaviours, given the new Intel.  And for the first time, as I sat down on the employees computers, I noticed a sign, probably there because of me, that said, these computers are for employees only!  What, I have used these on weekends, for about a year, since living in Missoula, last summer, or maybe it was other times when I had visited Missoula and had my computer fried by the Mormon Mafia, during 2012, and the elections, stopping in a Senator Tester's office on Front Street . . . but, for once, my conscious was pricked, and I left, with no where else to go but to church, just next door!

"Before You Were Formed in the Womb, I Knew You."  Jeremiah 1:5, Bible

I got to the Church about 7:30 A.M., not sure if it started at 8 or 9:00 A.M., so I sat down, waiting to pounce on a passer-by, and see what time church started, so this former, Mormon could crash church, like I did being the Mormon at the Catholic BBQ last summer, and the Mormon at the Catholic Oktoberfest in Big Fork, last fall, and not knowing what the people are doing with the water in the font at the door, as they enter church, because, I am always behind them, so I can't fake that I belong . . . I am better and standing up, figuring out the songs, and seeing that people cross themselves at they approach the alter with Christ on the Cross behind it.  I know why Catholics are more fit than Mormons, they stand up and down, about 4 times for each hour of church.  I am kind of getting the hang of things, but, before going in, I sat on the marble benches out on the side of the church, looking at a rock structure with the Virgin Mary statue, flowers placed around the rocks, and as I went to sit down, I noticed the scripture engraved on the first bench . . . Before you were formed in the womb, I knew you. 

 

That made me think of a statement I heard lately, on the radio, or in a speech, where someone said, have you ever thought that it took God, 1,000 years to get just the right genetic make up, of progenitors, forefathers and mothers, the right DNA, to create someone like you?  This scripture made me stop and think a minute, about the flags, that were now removed from the Church, now that it was July 5th, rather than the 4th, making me somewhat disappointed that they were not still in place, so brave, so bright, so good.  A woman passed by, and told me church started at 8:00 A.M., and I dig early churches, libraries, and swimming pools, because I am an early riser, and I am always waiting for the world to wake up!  I was early, and the feeling was reverent, and the prelude music playing . . .

America the Beautiful . . . And Crown Thy Good With Brotherhood, From Sea to Shining Sea!  Yahoo, the 4th of July Lives On!

I am a sap, when it comes to patriotic songs, and within seconds, the words of the song, being sung quietly by the soloist, were ringing in my ears, and streams of tears, were now, running down my face, making trails of blackish brown mascara, running down my freshly applied, blush on my cheeks!  Nothing could stop their flow, as I thought of a recent article in the newspaper, of a handsome older man, wearing a hero's cape, and being a big time promoter on the board of the YMCA, and how he had met his wife, while serving overseas in the Peace Corp, crowning good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea . . . I thought of my female professor friends, making up the body of the PBS group discussions, in the Great Decisions Groups, around the world, with some of the couples, having kids, who were over in Afghanistan, setting up girls' schools, in the country, helping fight off and protect the girls from Al Qaeda and the Taliban, who don't want women educated, because they are less likely to let their son's join extremist groups, crowning good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea . . . or what about the recent gathering, and I can't remember the club, who was raising money and awareness of the challenges and trials of the people who just experienced an earthquake in Nepal, leaving over 9,000 dead, sending money for shelters, food and clothing supplies, crowning good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea!

 

If that wasn't bad enough to get me crying, the guy saying the prayer, got up and said, all the things that we wish for in this world of ours, peace, harmony, safety, love, food, clothing of the poor and the needy, and blessing those with means to open their hearts and pockets, and rightly so, now that I am among the rank and file of the poor, thanks to the government . . . oh, I think some undercover cop, who came into the service late, and stood by me, a nice Catholic boy, because he knew what the hell he was doing, but totally cop material, buzzed hair, clean cut and all, a spy, to see if this former Mormon, was authentic or not!  LOL!  But, the prayer was amazing, and so right on, with what we need in the world today.  Then we sang, Gather Us In, young, old, rich, strong, and let us all serve and do the work of the Lord . . . totally a wreck by this time, but it gets even worse, or better, depending on which way you want to look at it.  LOL . . . the perfect victim . . .

 The Apostle Paul and His Thorn In His Side . . . Story of Christ Doing Amazing Things, But Can't In His Own Town of Nazareth . . . Isn't He Just the Carpenter's Son, the Brother of James, and Aren't His Sisters, Here With Us?

God, knows, I can relate to these stories . . . the apostle Paul, a man of letters, long before I was an attorney of letters, was my favorite, because he was a braggart, egotistical, but all in the name of Christ, me too!  But, in the scriptures, Paul tells us in his letter to the Corinthians, that he has a thorn in his side or a weakness in his flesh but, with the grace of Christ, that doesn't matter, and he is really at his best, when he is at his worst!  That is when Jesus can most use him, because the people can relate to him, unlike if he was a perfect saint, and I agree with that also.  So, right on Priest Joseph, a jolly, boisterous priest with a killer message.  He doesn't elaborate much on that point, but well taken by this former Mormon gal, and I dig Paul, so, it is, we are best, when we are at our worst, because, as mere humans, doing the Lord's work, we can reach more people, if they can relate to us.  I am riddled with sins, weaknesses, and I vomit, my sins, stories, venting, swearing all over these pages, so, I am right where God wants me to be, anyone can relate and does not feel inferior to someone, like myself, being in a homeless shelter without any proof of I.D. and being challenged daily by the government, their goons, and chased and whatever, I feel, that I almost rival, Paul in tragedies, and trials, tribulations, and sorrows, but, hey, I chose to be happy, and wonder, if I am not just where God wants me . . . not always the easiest places to be in, but generally, overall fun, good food, and nice staff, so, as I have said, when I first saw God's Love Shelter in Helena . . . I said, as I looked at the men and women walking around, knowing my life was sinking into the toilet, having sued the state of Utah, cops, in an election year with a Mo presidential candidate, and a sitting duck with a $357 million lawsuit, followed by a $56.7 million, that I was heading in this direction, and fast, but prayed and hoped that I would never frequent a place like this . . . now, I pray for a bed!  LOL!

Christ, Not Being Able to Do Miracles in His Hometown . . . Said, a Prophet is Without Honor In His Town, Among Family, and Friends . . . Who Do You Think Your Are, Someone Special?  Just the Carpenter's Son!

So, then, Monsenior Joseph, goes on to tell us the story of Christ, and his challenges with his own family, friends, and people of Nazareth where he grew up . . . who, because of their lack of faith in him, he could not perform the miracles, the healing, and all the marvelous acts, he did while on his short journey on this earth, as someone special, just the Son of God, for hell sake!  I loved Pastor Joseph, when he, very human in his passion, said, don't you just want Jesus to stand up and say, yeah, I am someone special, and I see what my Father in Heaven wants me to do, I have a vision for mankind, that far surpasses the shit these fucking Pharisees and Sadducee's are saying . . . I added some of my own flavor to this, having felt and used the very words, of Christ, telling my clients, that if they don't have faith in me, go get an attorney they do have faith in, reminding them, that even Christ himself, could not perform miracles, because of the lack of faith in him, by friends, family, and citizens of Nazareth!  And relating whole heartedly with Christ frustration, mine, being related to the Constitution, rather than the Kingdom of God, but to me, often one in the same, seeing and being taught, that the Constitution is for all mankind, all men, women and children of the earth, with freedom and liberty for all . . . can't you guys fucking see that as I fight daily to educate, train, teach, expound on the United State Constitution, a document that is inspired, giving men rights, that come from GOD, not governments!

 

Now, I am pissed off and crying . . . and then, we sing this song, about the suffering of man, the pain, the death, and all of mankind as Christ sees their challenges and he says in this song, entitled, something like Is It I Lord?  And the words of the song, so matched the message, the words of America the Beautiful, the medical student that gave up that to be ordained a deacon, in the ministry of Christ's work, the true physician, rather than one of the body, one of the soul, the lasting part of the human . . . but, the words, said, I can save them from sin . . . but, whom shall I send to help with these other things?  And then the lyrics go on to say, Is it I, Lord?  Am I called to help the poor, the needy, the blind, the lame, the homeless, those who need comfort in their bodies, and in so doing might open themselves to the healing of the heart and their spirit.  I was trying to take notes, because the whole morning went so beautifully together, to right, so pure, so good, with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea!  Joseph also mentioned that Pope Francis, another man I love and respect, in his encyclical, on climate change, global warming, corporations of the world, being entities, who put many of the world's poor, in danger of health risks, exposure and living in filth, with that message, so powerfully written and presented, will be on the Church's website!  Read it . . .

THANKS St. Xaviour Church, Priest Joseph, the Prayer Dude, the Music, the Flags, the Statement on the Bench, and I Can't Fail to Mention the Cops, Who Drove Me from My Destination, Walking Down Broadway 3 Miles, that Made Me Seek Shelter in a Closer Sanctuary!  LOL!

ENJOY THE THRILL OF THE KILL, U.S. WOMEN'S SOCCER TEAM!  WOMEN AFTER MY HEART!