CELEBRATE ABILITY: CRUSADER PEST CONTROL, GIRL CRUSH, SWIM SQUAD . . . JUST BECAUSE AN HOMICIDE WAS NOT SUCCESSFUL, DOES NOT MEAN, THAT IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN . . . SHOWER DOOR, STILL LOCKED ME IN TODAY, BUT COULD SHIMMY LOOSE THIS TIME! POOL STORY FROM A TO Z, STARTING AT "J" DOESN'T TELL THE STORY, NOR SOLVE THE PROBLEM, NOR POINT OUT WHOM THE SUSPECTS MIGHT BE CONSIDERED! CELL PHONE DRAINED OF ENERGY EVERYTIME I START TO TELL A FRIEND ABOUT THE POOL EXPERIENCE . . . CLUE, 30,000 MORMON SPIES, UTAH COVERS WHOLE WESTERN U.S. FOR CYBER SPYING--WHOM DO YOU THINK HAS ACCESS TO FUCK WITH MY PHONE? AND RIGHT WHEN I AM TELLING ABOUT THE POOL INCIDENT . . . WHO WOULD CARE, UNLESS THEY HAD A REASON TO SPY, PROTECTION SOMEONE, AND KEEP THE TRUTH FROM GETTING OUT TO OTHERS? FOLLOW ME AS I CONNECT THE DOTS . . . NOW IN NO WAY, DO I WANT TO IMPLY THAT I KNOW THE ANSWERS, OR WHAT ALL THE DOTS MEAN, OR EVEN IF I AM RIGHT ON MY CONJECTURES AND HYPOTHISES . . . BUT, I AM A FORMER, UTAH ATTORNEY GENERAL, IN THE CRIMINAL ENFORCEMENT DIVISION, STAFF ATTORNEY FOR THE UTAH PROSECUTION COUNCIL, CRIMINAL DEFENSE ATTORNEY, CIVIL RIGHTS AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS ADVOCATE AND LAWYER; THEREFORE, SOMEWHAT INFORMED ON THESE THINGS . . . I DON'T WANT TO STEP ON COPS TOES . . . SHOCK OF SHOCK, A DEPUTY SHERIFF IN A TRUCK, WAVED AT ME WHILE I WAS WAITING FOR THE BUS . . . FRIEND OR FOE? WE'LL SEE . . . THERE ARE CRIMES OF CALLED CONSPIRACY TO ATTEMPT TO COMMIT MURDER . . . I HAVE HAD TONS OF ATTEMPTS, BUT THIS ONE IS THE EASIEST TO CONNECT THE DOTS, PRIOR TO THE ATTEMPT . . . WHAT OTHER REASON WOULD YOU LOCK SOMEONE IN A SHOWER STALL, TURN ON A MACHINE, MAKING IT STICK, SO THE SOUND COVERS ALL OTHER SOUNDS, UP TO AND INCLUDING SCREAMS OR GUN SHOTS? EITHER I WAS THE TARGET, OR SOMEONE ELSE GOT THE HIT, THINKING IT WAS ME . . . NO 20 YEARS OLD GIRL, WOULD GIVE ANYONE CAUSE TO WANT HER DEAD! I HAVE THOUSANDS, AND A BLOG THAT GOES TO BILLIONS, A SON WORTH MILLIONS IF NOT BILLIONS, AND A TON OF FUCKS THAT ARE GOING DOWN, IF I GET SOMEONE TO CRACK, CHANGE SIDES, TALK, DEFECT, CHANGE SIDES! MY CASE COULD TAKE DOWN THE TOP OF CHURCH AND STATE, BEING ONE AND THE SAME TO MORMONS, WHO CONTROL BOTH THE FBI, CIA, AND NOW THE NSA, NOT TO MENTION OTHER BRANCHES AND ARMS OF THE GOVERNMENT . . . THEY MAKE UP 1% OF THE POPULATION AND CONTROL OR HAVE AN OVER-REPRESENTATION OF THE INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY, AND POSSIBLY IN THE MILITARY AND OTHER GOVERNMENT AGENCIES . . . THEIR FRONT IS THE GOOD FAMILIES AND CLEAN LIVING; HOWEVER, THERE IS A MORE SINISTER SIDE OF THE MORMON CHURCH, THAT GOES TO THE ROOTS OF THE AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE, THE CONSTITUTION, GOVERNMENT . . . AND ENDS WITH THE SUBJEGATION OF AMERICA TO FOREIGN POWERS . . . OUT OF SORTS . . . HELL NO! AND YOU BETTER START WATCHING, BECAUSE IF I GO DOWN, YOU GOT DOWN! ONE OF THE FEW WATCH DOGS, GETTING THIS ANGLE ON THINGS . . . NOT ONLY DO I KNOW HOW THE GOVERNMENT SHOULD WORK, I KNOW THE INNER WORKINGS, HISTORY, AND INTENT OF THE MORMON CHURCH, HAVING BEEN RAISED THAT WAY, AND RESEARCHED EXTENSIVELY, PLUS WORKED IN A STATE THAT HAS NO SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE, NOR DO THEY WANT IT AT THE HIGHEST LEVELS, THOSE GOOD LITTLE MORMON GIRLS AND BOYS . . . THEY WANT MY NAME, MY RESUME, MY CONSTITUTIONAL DEFENSE HISTORY, MY SON'S BANDS, THE PRESTIGE OF SOME OF MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS . . . CELEBRATE ABILITY, NO PERSONALITY, BOOBS, AND ASS! GOOD GOD! GET THIS RIGHT, YOUR VERY LIVES, FUTURES, CHILDRENS' OPPORTUNITIES AND EXPERIENCES ARE AT STAKE . . . DON'T THINK OF THIS A JUST A STUPID WOMEN, SWIMMINIG AT THE LOCAL POOL . . . THIS WAS PLANNED, AND AN ATTEMPT TO COVER-UP MY IDENTITY WAS STARTED FROM DAY ONE, THERE ARE AGENTS WORKING THERE, PROBABLY LOOK-A-LIKES, MUCH LIKE THE SISTERS THEY USE TO REPLACE ME . . . TAKE OUT THE TRUE BRAINS, TALENT, ABILITY, REPLACE IT WITH "THE OBEDIENT" MINIONS, USEFUL IDIOTS, AND TALKING TOYS, FOR WOMEN IN THIS BULL SHIT, ARE NOTHING BUT SEX TOYS, CHATTEL AND VESSELS TO RAISE THE CHILDREN OF FUCKING MEN THAT ADOPT THE MO LIFESTYLE, WITH THE PERK OF MULTIPLE WIVES, THEIR RECRUITING TOOL . . . MORMONS, THE RANK AND FILE, DON'T HAVE A CLUE THIS SHIT IS GOING ON, GOOD FAMILIES, HARD WORKING AMERICANS, GOOD NEIGHBORS . . . HOW IN THE HELL, TO YOU THINK THEY WOULD COVER UP THE CLANDESTINE PLOTS AGAINST AMERICA, ITS PRINCIPLES AND CONCEPTS, THAT HAVE MADE THIS COUNTRY GREAT . . . CHINA, ONE OF THE CHOSEN COUNTRIES TO SHINE, AS A GUIDING LIGHT BY THESE FUCKS, THINK WHY FORMER GOVERNOR HUNTSMAN OF UTAH, WAS CALLED TO BE AMBASSADOR, NOW FORMER SENATOR MAX BAUCUS, WHO DOESN'T KNOW JACK SHIT ABOUT THE COUNTRY, EVEN JOKED ABOUT KNOWING HOW TO PLAY CHINESE CHECKERS! MISSOULIAN, A2, TUESDAY, JULY 28, 2015 "THE REALITY IS YOU HAVE A HIGHLY RIGGED MARKET AT THE MOMENT, AND YOU HAVE A LOT OF PANIC AND FEAR THAT IF THE GOVERNMENT ISN'T THERE, IT'S GOING TO COLLAPSE. THIS IS A HORRIBLE SITUATION TO BE IN." MY ENEMIES, FAMILY, FORMER CHURCH, IN CAHOOTS WITH THE GOVERNMENT, IS RIGGED, THEY HAVE LIED TO YOU, ABOUT WHO I AM, WHO MY SON IS, WHERE THEIR MONEY TO "BUY" YOU COMES FROM, PRESENTED DISABLED "FAKE" ATTORNEYS, WHO ARE NOT REAL ATTORNEYS, PRESENTED ACTORS AND ACTRESSES, THAT ARE JUST ARE RIGGED AS THIS CHINESE MARKET . . . AND WHY IN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THEY WANT ME DEAD, IS BECAUSE I CAN SEE THROUGH THEIR TOTAL 100% BULL SHIT, JUST TRYING TO HOLD THINGS TOGETHER LONG ENOUGH TO GET RID OF ALL PEOPLE WHO SEE WHAT THE FUCK THEY ARE DOING, AND IF YOU KNEW, YOU WOULD HANG THEM ON THE SPOT, JUST LIKE THE OLD DAYS OF MISSOULA, WHERE THE VIGILANTES WERE THE CLOSEST THING TO THE LAW THAT MONTANA HAD, TAKING THREE "ROAD AGENTS" WHO ROBBED PEOPLE PASSING ALONG ROADS, SOME COMING FROM CALIFORNIA GOLD MINES, HAVING PANNED FOR GOLD AND OTHER VALUABLE METALS AND TREASURES . . . LAW CAME HARD AND SLOW IN MONTANA . . . THIS BAND OF ROBBERS, WERE AROUND "HELLGATE" THE EARLIER NAME FOR MISSOULA--THINK HELLGATE HIGH SCHOOL, TAKING ALL PROSPECTORS, HOMESTEADERS, MINERS GOODS, PRECIOUS FINDINGS, PROPERTY, AND MAKING THEM PAY TO USE THE ROADS, STEALING PROPERTY AND RIGHTS OF AMERICAN CITIZENS--I HAVE A 2 HOUSES, 5 VEHICLES, CASES, BLOGS, SON'S MUSIC, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH . . . TIMES HAVEN'T CHANGED MUCH! . . . AND ONE OF THE ONES HUNG, BACK IN THE HELLGATE DAYS, WAS SHERIFF HENRY PLUMMER! ANY MODERN DAY ANALOGIES . . . I THINK SO, A NATION RUN BY COPS WAS THE GOAL OF THE BUSH/CHENEY ADMINISTRATION, NO CONSTITUTION, A DESPOT, AND BUSH WANTED TO BE THE FIRST TO SIGN UP, GOOD ORDER AS LONG AS HE WAS THE RULER, THE REST OF YOU MINIONS, BE DAMNED, CONSTITUTION AND RIGHTS BE DAMNED . . . CRUSADER RABBIT PEST CONTROL . . . WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK, CIVIL RIGHTS AND SOCIAL ACTIVIST, SANDRA BLAND WAS HUNG? THEY DIDN'T WANT ANOTHER ME! SHE WAS STARTING TO GET QUITE A FOLLOWING!

Twigs Salon and Shampoo Bar: Cuts and Color; Body Waxing; Facials; Pedis/Manis . . . or Man Is!  I Finally Found the Bar Association that My Non-Attorney, Attorney Sisters Belong To . . . LOL!

LADIES, DO WE REALLY WANT IT TO GO BACK TO BEING A MAN'S WORLD?  FUCK NO!

Now, Infamous Pool Party/Murder She Wrote Saga!

Deliciously Informed Decisions

Starting at point A, which just happened to be in Grand Junction, Colorado, where I ditched my cell phone, but still have the same phone number, on this new one, also being fucked with . . . and also ditching my three month old computer, giving it, probably to an assassin, or a federal agent who probably saw me, bump my computer on the seat next to me on the bus, that took a detour, stopping me from going to Denver, to see, my son, Elliot's new band, THE DITCH AND THE DELTA, play in Denver, sending me, instead through Parowan, Utah, where I sued the cops, and thought there might be a posse waiting for me . . . so by way of just getting rid of the computer, gave it to the guy, who kept coming up and sitting by me, wondering, allegedly, when the next smoking stop was, and how far we were from our destination, like, right!  LOL!  But, as a result of tanking my electronic devises, with my sole intent and purpose, dodging the Mormon NSA, that was unable to follow my comings and goings, as much as they normally do, given the fact that I love to write my blog, and love to stay in touch with my kids, who keep me grounded, connected, feeling loved, whether they really do or not, they make me think they still love me, regardless of the challenges, being the children of a Crusader Rabbit with a cause for being a rebel, having formerly, been safe and purposeful, the standard fare in America, with everyone who believes in the Constitution, now being the odd man or woman out, being replaced by the Patriot Act clowns!  

So, as a result of being off the radar screen for once, in about three years, I was able to slip into Missoula, check in to the Poverello Center, and get up the next day, walk undetected, over to the Missoula Aquatic Center, sign up for a three month pass, before, the Mo Mafia caught up with me, which only took until I got into the pool!  Because the fun and games, started, right away, without delay!  I was told, when I got in or signed up, that I would have my membership card, as I got out of the swimming pool, that day, without any delay, no problems with the ink, or the scanning device, nothing . . . just simple, come to the front desk and you can get your card, with your picture, and you are good for three months!  Now, this was not only refreshing, but provided me with a picture I.D., that I have long been denied . . . no big deal, right?  WRONG!  When you have sisters using your name, but not your face, and now you have something to connect you to persons, places, times, cities, and kids, there is a huge ass problem, because they have blocked me for at least a year and a half, having stolen ALL forms of I.D., formerly, taking me driving privileges, when diagnosed with PICK's Disease, having not driven for a year!  Out of the blue, my driving privileges were being taken by who, SHELLEY!  WHAT THE FUCK?  Now, I have almost a perfect driving record for 44 fuckin' years . . . and it is being suspended, revoked, and what?  I believe I have one ticket from back in 2000, and the rest is perfect, and recently, back in 2012, I was stopped by a cop, who told me my driver's license had been suspended?  WHAT?  Who the fuck is Shelley to get my license SUSPENDED AND FOR WHAT?  RACHEL'S DUI?  

CHICKS AND CHAPS

You can't take over some one's identity, if that someone has I.D., even the slightest form of I.D., that might be traced back to something the fuckers forgot to change . . . like, when I thought I was going to die, I voluntarily, like any good citizen would, gave up driving, but my license was still in tack, and what power did, fuckin' Shelley, have, to take my license, two St. George, Utah, police officers, pulled up, back in about 2001 and told me that Shelley, had my license revoked.  I wasn't too worried, because I had already given up driving, so I could die . . . but that all changes when you are not dying!  When I started to practice law again, in 2009, I got my driving privileges back, merely, by going down to the DMV and basically, taking the written portion of the driving test, passing, and then getting an updated picture taken.  Easy, with the DMV able to just pull up my prior driving record, so good, that the driving portion was waved, they had my old pictures, could tell, even having gained weight that, I AM ME!  Well, that has all changed . . . they stole me driver's license first, Great Falls DMV . . . the boys and girls have connections, and girls who fuck the boyz club, even more power and connections; my Utah State Bar Association picture I.D., the real thing, not the Salon and Shampoo Bar, was stolen in Helena; my Social Security Card and Medicare Card, never used, were stolen in Las Vegas, at my cousin, Edward's house . . . it took me, fucking a year and a half to get my birth certificate, with Shelley, intercepting the first copy, via, John Bagby, also helping with the Walmart Money Card, ending in 1944, a continued card from years, 2012 to 2014 . . . she or rather, Frank, Interpol, stole my one money card before that, as I had it sitting in a plastic bag, on my dresser, the day, I got back from the Grand County Jail, Frank arranged that stunt, getting me arrested without a warrant, to cover Shelley who was the new Ms. Allan Rex Bess, married to the fake Frank . . . so, I couldn't even get a new card, on my own fucking address, birthday, and Social Security Number . . . Shelley got it!  I had to get a new one using Edward's address in Littlefield, AZ, with a zip code of like, 86432 or something like that . . . that is a great way to see my travels, for the last 6 years, up to and including going to the United States Supreme Court, where Shelley and Allan, raced me back to Washington, D.C. where Brock and employees, financial planners, could not figure out how to transfer money via wire, to Kansas, where I had to wait, fucking 5 hours, for Frank and Shelley, aka, Allan and JoAnn to catch up with Me . . . starting big time, the case of YOU v. YOU!  JoAnn S. Secrist vs. Joann Secrist!  THE STEAL, CAME AFTER THE DEAL, WHERE KAY GOT THOSE HONORS!  QQQ, POLICE QUEENS, SHELLEY, KAY AND RACHEL, NOW ADDED TO THAT LIST, SUSAN, TIFFANY, HOPE, KELLY ANN BOOTH . . . SHE HAS ASS TOO!  Kelly gets to steal the Cheek et al vs. Garrett et al . . . the Iron County Corruption case for $56.7 million!  NICE!  Kelly charges her clients, based on my case, my work, and my briefs, without which that sorry bitch, would be nothing . . . and you don't owe me anything, I will get your fucking ass soon, bitch!

Pool I.D. and Picture is Critical Piece of Evidence That I Am Still Alive!

I come out of the pool, so excited to get a picture I.D., having been denied every government connected agency from California Vital Statistics to Flathead County Driver's License Division!  Thank God, that I got falsely arrested and picked up for contempt for court, in Grand County, Utah, by order of fucking, Judge Lyle . . . or Lie All Anderson, because I needed a photo I.D. to finally get my birth certificate, with the help of some agency, helping the homeless here in Missoula, forever grateful, first step to LIVING!  But, to my chagrin, the front desk help, told me the printer was out of ink . . . really, the fucking NSA, or someone, is already messing with the machine from computers up above, through satellite!  I can't believe it, not so fast!  But, true.  We should have new ink in a few days.  That order took about three weeks, but in the interim, one day, one of the front desk, probably by now, and agent, FBI, I would guess, had new paperwork waiting for me to sign again, with a purple underlining . . . but, I knew that I had already signed all the necessary paperwork, because it had only been about two weeks, but they, the FBI, needs to make it look, like I am the imposter, JoAnn, not Rachel, who looks the most like me!  I figured that, like my mailed, U.S. Supreme Court Bar Certificate, these fucks, would try to stop the dates, and make it look, like there were actually two, JoAnn, Joann, Joanne, Johanne Secrists, not just one!  And the Swim Squad is in on the fraud . . . as they all are!  All for the Salon and Shampoo Bar . . . Sham is the root of shampoo, so go figure, who is the fraud, look at the gals, the bodies, the grooming . . . huge ass difference between living in the shelter and the mansions, provided by MY MONEY!

Alex, The Swim Squad Leader . . . I Saw His Mormon Jesus Jammies Under His Swimsuit . . . NSA, JUST BLACKED THIS PART OUT!

The Mormon NSA, FBI, CIA, and other government agencies are very protective of their minions, their Mo army of alleged saints, who, like Muslims, will tie a bomb to themselves, and symbolically go to battle for the Mormon Jihad or Holy Wars against liberal, now, non-Mo, jack Mo, secular humanists who are considered heretics, and need to be burned at the stake!  LOL!  Or this witch is sinful . . . oh, but I guess, MURDER, is not a sin . . . Book of Mo, says, only the righteous shall prosper, and it is better for one person to fall, that a nation in unbelief!  And we will like, kill, destroy and steal, to prove our point!  This is the mentality behind a Mormon Jihadist, or Holy War, Saturday's Warriors, a very long running, popular, Mo Play in Utah and around the country!  LOL!  There are warriors for the church everywhere!  Alex, I think is his name . . . but, he teaches water aerobics, at about 9:00 A.M., Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays.  I had heard he was good, and all the ladies like him and he really works them out.  But, on the first day, I actually laid eyes on Alex or the instructor, he stuck me as an FBI agent, neat looking, very average looking, dark brown respectable hair, like good Mo boys wear, small framed, but, like all dumb ass agents, or those who are put up to the service of the Mo, Jihadists, he did something that was totally out of the normal for what I had seen so far from several water aerobic teachers, who all stand in the shallower end of the pool . . . Alex, however, came right down, straight across from me, standing, just down the stairs, in neck deep water, not in the class, doing leg lifts and whatever.

Just the way he was looking at me . . . made me know, he was hired, up to something, and up to no good!  He got a good look, and only did so, once, as I recall, and then he did what all normal instructors do, stand in the shallower water, to instruct.  But he always seemed to be at the pool, even commenting, that he was looking for work, and didn't want to spend the rest of his life, living at the pool!  Either a nice cover, or honest, and he is looking for an out, and these Chicks and Chaps will provide that for anyone who joins the club, the Fuck JoAnn Club, covering up for the shit of the Club . . . Hitler's SS Men and their Frolines!  Nice little returned missionary, looking for a way out . . . or a double for Alex, being substituted in for the real guy, whom most of these women, over the age of 65 years old, with bad eyesight and glasses, would miss a new Alex, who is close in looks . . . I am taken back by how easy it is to fool most people with the doubles, seeing how they have gotten away with Rachel, Sue, Shelley, even Kay who is at least 3 inches shorter than myself, and me at least that much shorter than sister chicks; however, they are using Tiffany, now that I am younger than I used to be . . . remember that song, I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now . . . that would fit me, or I have trashed the older bitch sisters, and they need a new fresh face, as I lose weight!  Tiffany has a much thinner face, is thinner, but I would say, I am as vibrant as she is being 14 years my junior, the older babes can't keep up with me!  All Mo Muffins!  LOL!

Interesting Dream Last Night . . . Fake I.D. With Tiffany's Face Featured and My Father Getting Pissed, When I Refused to Use Tiff's Picture on My I.D.!

As you can tell, reader, I am sick of all this bull shit, that I have had to put up with so far, and need to get my life back on track, and that means, giving a shit, enough to actually, take the effort, pain and time to go through all the fucked up hoops, I am going to have to . . . as you can see, just the simplest things they make time consuming and fuck with, like dumb ass photo I.D.'s!  But in the dream, I must have been pushing for I.D. and so Tiffany or someone, one of the Sysco, came up and handed me some I.D. which I was more than happy to get . . . but as I looked at it, it had Tiffany's face and hair on it, but they tried to make it look as much like ME as possible, so she is the new girl Friday for the Mo Fam!  I went up to my father in the dream and said, this is Tiffany, and handed him the I.D., and he tried to convince me to use it, and I said, I am not using Tiffany's face on MY I.D., and he walked away, disgusted, like shocked that I would not let her face be on my I.D., or that I noticed it at all!  Rachel was in the dream too, but she had this total, Mo Mom hair cut, very short, old lady style, with tight short curls, close to her head, you know the hair cut, when you finally reach like your 50's or 60's, me never, but you surrender to the fashion gods, and just go for old lady frumpy!  LOL!  Take a look around, and like in the aerobics classes, they all have these short, granny do's, that are non-descript, old lady hair, with no hope of ever looking sexy again!  LOL!  

When all is said and done, Rachel, with the long sexy hair, huge ass boobs, so the men don't actually look at her face . . . is really, just a frumpy Mormon Mom, who sacrifices endlessly for her thankless, lazy ass kids, who tell her they hate her, blame her for all their woes, and put her on a guilt trip, rather than deciding to take their life in their hands and make something of themselves!  

I was quite shocked by Rachel's hair . . . symbolic?  Of what is really going on?  She is no attorney, no speaker, no legislator, no politician, really, just loves to cook, clean up after her lazy kids, run them to and from, and tend to their needs, and she is just a bystander to their lives.  Or at least that is how she used to be . . . but maybe, Rachel is tired, and just wants to go home, get off the radar screen, stop letting me beat the shit out of her in my blog, I know, she is taking credit for what I write . . .but, I don't she her at the law library right now, nor Shelley, Sue, Tiff, and Kay, Kelly and whatever the fuck other chicks are using my name and credentials!  I am right here alone.  But, maybe Rachel want a rest and Tiffany is ready to take a go at star-dumb and take the challenge of Me, even though, I had to tutor Tiffany on high school English . . . so don't be fooled by high tech, NSA gamesmanship, she just can't do it, nor could Rachel, Shelley at least studied me for a year and a half while I took care of her, so she could turn around and shit all over me, with Frank and criminal injustice system, along with the feds, covering her sorry fat ass!  Tiff is young and naive, so she wants to take up the family crest and fight, fight, fight, for the Mo Muffins!  LOL!  Give it up Tiff, and maybe that is why my dad, just gave in so easily, and walked away, hoping that I would just not see my I.D. that had Tiffany's face on it!  LOL!  Sorry dad, the one thing you and mom did for me, was give me genetically a great face!  Thanks . . . the brains and such, I did myself!  LOL!  Good luck on that one with the rest of the gals, guys, lol!  Back to reality . . . and the attempted murder . . .are you getting the picture?

FIRST, STEALING MY TICKET TO BOZEMAN FROM MY POVERELLO LOCKER . . . THEN, CUTTING THE LOCK OFF MY GOLD LOCK AT THE AQUATIC CENTER, BUT PUTTING THE STOLEN TICKET BACK? . . . I COME DAILY, WHY COULDN'T STAFF LEAVE A NOTE, TELLING ME NOT TO LEAVE STUFF IN LOCKER OVER NIGHT?  ONLY ON FOR ONE DAY!  LOOKING FOR SOMETHING?  MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH RAPE OR ATTEMPTED RAPE ON JULY 4, 2015, DOWN BY THE CLARK FORK RIVER!

I think, that the thieves are looking for my birth certificate, because that is the gateway ticket to getting my other I.D. back.  Now, there was an attempted rape, or alleged attempted rape . . . you have to wonder, when you see this woman, tough as nails, looks of a bull dog, but she claimed that she was resting in the shade of the trees down by the river, near the Poverello, and remember it was about 103 degrees during that week, so many people were hanging out, down at the river, including me.  Now, I saw this book yesterday, called the Unlikely Spy . . . seeing that book title, and thinking about the pool drama, and several alleged rapes, and a few murders, as of late, in Missoula, I thought back to the Indian Code breakers, and thought of Sandra, my Native friend, who shows up in Butte, then back in Missoula, always about the time I go one place or another, now I could be wrong about her, or all of them, but I don't think so . . . but on the 4th of July, Sandra, wanted me to meet her down at the river, across from the Poverello, behind the Motel 7 where there was a murder, right around that time too . . . are they just setting this up, like if I get murdered, there is just a rash of crime right now on the streets of Missoula?  But, I got tired of waiting for Sandra dinking around on the 4th, saying she wanted to have a picnic, but she needed to do this or that, so I told her I would just go over to the spillway, having waited on the bridge the day before, for the same reasons, getting tired of waiting, and sitting there, wondering where she was?  She did a NO SHOW on both days!

Once again, could a hit or an attempted rape been planned, or an attempt to get my purse that at the time, had my birth certificate in it . . . safer place now, seeing the staff has no problems getting in my locker without permission, being very poor policy and procedure, because staff can be blamed for being the thief too . . . we are still entitled to privacy, in a locker, and can't open without cause . . . the attorney in me!  Was the Bozeman ticket a red herring?  I had the ticket, for about two months, nobody knew about it, and I like it that way.  I had considered on several occasions, going to Bozeman, maybe being in a new place, hooking up with Kennedy, or trying to get a place, where nobody, well, hard with a Kennedy, but no body on the bus or the streets, knew either one of us, and I told this, for the first time, to Sandra!  The ticket, was taken sometime after that, so someone either had to have told someone, or there were bugs or surveillance . . . you see, I can only appeal to honesty, morals, ethics . . . because they have all my money; they on the other hand, can offer big time breaks, maybe get Sandra's son, 30 out of jail, in Shelby?  Nice trade for ratting me out!  Or she could be working for them, all along and the son is just a stunt, made up, gives me something to talk to her about, like Rhonda's dumb ass case . . . Sandra, even kind of put me off, when I said I would help her son and his attorney, so?

Donna, the chick who fought the alleged rapist off, one tough broad, scary even to me . . . won't mess with her, but she told me, he ripped her shirt, and tried to grab her purse!  So, why did she call it a rape?  Donna in on it, scar me away from the river?  She is also the one, who told me about the murder in the Super 7 Motel . . . her husband, from a distance, looks kind of like Kennedy . . . she is allegedly staying in a shelter for batter women, because the staff doesn't care, her husband was allegedly missing, and she knows the chick who discovered the body?  MMMMM?  The manager of the motel, just a day or two after the alleged murder, seemed in great spirits, for just having a alleged, bludgeoned guy in one of his motel rooms, and the guy who works at the Oxford as a cook, which when writing about the "garbage" omelet, and him working there as a cook since, 1995, the NSA stopped me from writing . . . why?  Rachel taking credit for building some business, or lying about me?  Some connection with all of this!  Or, they are making up all of these rapes and murders, another one, body of a dead man, shot several times, found behind St. Patrick's Hospital . . . trying to scare me out of town, if they can't get me out . . . three month swimming pass will seem forever to this crowd that has run me to and from, for years!  This is the longest I have stayed in any place, almost, other than renting from David Russo in Kalispell, but with tons of leaving on that time period too!

Fear That I Will Get In the Shape That, There Will Be No Double Trouble . . . Better Looking Than All Of Them, Lose the Chaps?

So, shocked, at telling Sandra, again, about my new gold lock at the swimming pool, taking all my belongings out of the Pov. for protection of personal property and privacy, seeing the lock cut, and my purse, and everything I own in life, wish is nothing at this point, but my birth certificate, identifying purse, that I have had for three fucking years, and some other stuff, was very disconcerting to me, to say the least, who has had every part of her life, fucked with, my last bastion of privacy and ownership, gone, disappeared, vanished!  What, how can they be so dirty?  How fucking hard to just leave a simple note on my locker or the one I locked up, asking me to please not leave my stuff over night, would have worked fine!  The front desk, told me to go ask the lifeguard to help me find my stuff as if she knew exactly what was going on, and didn't want to be part of it, or made it look like she was not, and I believe she was the gal who had me sign the paperwork again, but I played their time and bluff, by refusing to first, go get one at Splash the out door pool, who also had not ink for a while . . . but, I figured they would say that I had been going there, rather than where I had actually signed up, June 22 or within a few days of that, 25th maybe.  Then the scanner problems, just waited and checked in by hand and computer . . . could check that, Rachel is not coming swimming, I come at all odd times and whenever, no rhyme or reason . . . press by some ladies to join, so they can predict when I come . . . NO FUCKING WAY!  Finally, probably from everyone bitching and moaning checking in, one by one, they were forced to fix the machine or let people start using it!  LOL!

When that stupid ploy didn't work, and I was not only in the system, but coming every day and looking more and more like myself, they hatched another plan, JUST KILL THE BITCH!  Rachel looks better in a swimsuit anyway, and she is Mo, and she is NICE, and so on and so forth, and she was married, or with a Kennedy look alike!  Donna's husband, who is tall and has long hair, some stretch of a resemblance to Kennedy, has the last name of Pace . . . which is a Bountiful family favorite old drive-in, Pace's Dairy Ann . . . we used to always get tacos there, one of Rachel's favorite, symbolic meaning?  Maybe!

SLIM FAST!  JUDGE ON MALE UP-TIC LATELY, "THEY" ARE STARTING TO WORRY, THAT I WILL LOOK MORE LIKE THE OLD ATTORNEY SELF, AND RACHEL WILL BE DISCOVERED, SUE, SHELLEY, TIFFANY AND OTHER DOUBLES, WHO GOT AWAY WITH IT DUE TO WEIGHT, WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO PULL OFF AGAIN . . . THAT IS WHY EVER SPA, GYM, SWIM POOL, I GET FUCKED WITH!

Surveillance is on me 24/7, even without electronic equipment . . . a billion dollar heist with tons more to make, obviously from my son's music, because if I am dead, I can't write my blog, but they can market the book of my best writings and market it, like I stopped them from, and like they did with my emails, back before the blog days . . . $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ . . . I am cramping their style!  If that young girl, was mistaken for me, and the CIA, cleaned up the mess, all tile, great place for a murder, easy clean up, and back service doors to take body out of, IDEAL!  But, you have to read the last account, because I need to go, law school will be closing and I need to catch a bus, but remember, that there were only about 5 people in the pool, when I arrived, about three to four families, looking like cop families, showed up, again, not hard on the spur of the moment, but just a few, didn't know what was going on . . . staff, who all looked like people I had not seen in the last month of going swimming almost everyday, with Alex, saying he was going to take a 4 day vacation, just right on the timing, not a part of it, agent gone, out of the state, or wherever to clear him of being blamed for taking part in any of it, the murder, or the plot . . . remember, conspiracy to commit murder is also a big time crime and worthy of life in prison . . . You don't have to be successful to be charged with the crime!

Shower Door, Still Fucked Up, Evidence . . . Pink Goggles Hanging on that Stall Today, Symbolic of Pink Mary Kay's!  Get Rid of Her . . . Covering Cops, Bringing in Marines?  Semper Fi!  Fuck YOU!

I am sure the powers that be, did all in their power to clean up the evidence or any suggestion that the shower doors were messed with, and that I was locked in!  They will now, try to make it look like I am crazy, that the shower door was never messed with, and I never had to crawl under the door.  Remember, yesterday, I said the sheriffs, two vehicles at roughly 8:00 A.M., were heading toward the Orange Street Bridge, videos on street lights, could be looked at, but a Crime Scene Investigation was on its way back from the Orange Street Bridge, as I watched the sheriffs' SUV first, followed by a squad car, going somewhere, and I am guessing going to the pool, because, I posted my blog by 7:30 A.M., and that dumb ass chick was sent to the hospital employees computer and eating area, to bug the shit out of me, stopping me from writing about the events of the, JUST NIGHT BEFORE!  The sheriffs are out of their jurisdiction, this is not in the county, it is in the city limits, therefore, it should have been the city cops who were called, as was evidenced by the Police Department CSI van, not a sheriff's van!   

Sheriffs have played a very key part in everything from taking my house in St. George, to chasing me . . . chain of cover-up, unified police, no distinction between FBI, sheriff, and city cops, but they should not have been the cops on the scene, the city should have been called in, within the city limits, sheriff are over the county!  

But, when I got to the swimming pool, this morning, didn't go yesterday, saw another CSI van, later in the day, and I figured that I might not want to go there today, just in case, I get framed for something, like the fuck up of the Marine, hit man!  Oh, hell no!  I was the last one, being locked in to leave the woman's locker . . . was the chick already dead?  Most likely the fuck up, if there was one, will never been known by you and me, not in the newspaper, too sensitive for public eyes, Marine/CIA cluster fuck!  See Burn After Reading!  But, the stall looked normal, but it was not; I went in it again, to try the lock, and I did, and at first it closed great, and didn't seem to have any lingering problems, due to someone, just barely smashing it, in so that the thick latch was pushed up against the other metal on the side, wall, where the door lock meets or goes in.  This is in the first shower stall, as you come in to the woman's locker room, different, because it is for handicapped, but, I like the movable shower head, so I have showered in there many times in the last month!  And never has there been any problem, and so it seemed this time!  

But, as I went to unlatch the door, the door, got stuck, somehow, and I am not sure why, but, again, and I panicked thinking I was going to have to climb under the door again, reminding me of what could have happened the other day!  I kind of freaked out, but then, calmed down, and tried to relax and sort of giggled the door, which them, easily came apart . . . but the potential and evidence is still there, that the door and latch were messed with.  Just 1/4th or even an 1/8th of an inch, can make the difference, but it stuck again!

MURDER--SHE WROTE!

CELEBRATE ABILITY, NOT TITS AND ASS!    

  

 

HOMICIDE, HOMICIDE, HOMICIDE . . . ROCK ON THE RANGE--THE FACE (KOONZ) . . . CELL PHONE MCDRAMA. OXFORD "GARBAGE" OMLET. CARPE SHMEAREM . . . JARDINA . . . JARHEAD OR MARINE, SWIMMING POOL ATTEMPTED HOMICIDE . . . MISTAKEN IDENTITY? TWO SHERIFFS--HEADING TO AQUATIC CENTER OVER ORANGE ST. BRIDGE--CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATORS OR CIS COMING BACK TO COP SHOP, OVER ORANGE STREET BRIDGE? BLONDE WITH BLACK TWO PIECE SWIM SUIT, WITH MESH POKE-A-DOT ATTACHMENT, TALKING TO MARINE, ABOUT 65 YEARS OLD, JUST PRIME FOR VIENTNAM ERA, CREW CUT, GREY HAIR, 5'7" TALL, AVERAGE BUILD, BUT MEAN ASS FACE, MAYBE OUT OF UTAH! TWO UNDERCOVER COPS WORKING THE POV., MAYBE A FEW FEMALE COPS, RUSSIAN MAFIA CHICK? THINGS LIGHT UP WHEN I COME TO TOWN, SAME WITH WHEN I SHOWED UP IN COURT, OR WHATEVER GOVERNMENT AGENCY I WORKED FOR . . . SUPER STAR STATUS HIDDEN BY HOMELESSNESS--SURE THAT IS PLANNED--HUMAN NATURE TO THINK THE WORST, RADIO GUY, TALKING ABOUT THE HOMELESS--URINE SOILED PANTS, FECE COVERED . . . REALLY, THE TWO UNDERCOVER COPS, HOMELESS . . . HARLEY AND MARLEY! GOOD LOOKIN', PROBABLY A WHOLE LOT BETTER LOOKIN' THAT RADIO SHOW HOSTS! LOL! DON'T FORGET, I MET JAMES "ANGEL" KENNEDY AT THE BUTTE RESCUE MISSION . . . JUST LOOKS LIKE A 20 YEAR OLDER VERSION OF JFK JR., VOTED SEXIEST MAN ALIVE . . . AND I DON'T LOOK THAT BAD EITHER . . . THREE SETS OF 30 AND UNDER GUYS HIT ON ME, AND THAT IS WITH 100 BLS. EXTRA . . . GOTTA DIG THESE MONTANA GUYS, SO HORNY! LOL! YOUNG GUY CAME AND SAT BY ME ON BENCH, AFTER I CROSSED UNDER MADISON ST., ON WALKING BRIDGE--I LOOKED AT HIM AND SAID, ARE YOU OKAY? HE SAID, "JUST ADMIRING." WELL, GO ADMIRE SOMEWHERE ELSE, I AM OLD . . . HE LOOKED AT ME PUZZLED, UNTIL I SAID, "60!" HE WENT BACK TO HIS PERCH UNDER THE PINE TREE! LOL! FUN, FUN, FUN . . . IN ACTS OF COURTLY LOVE, A POLYENISIAN CLIFF DIVER, SHOWING OFF ACTS OF COURAGE BY STANDING BACKWARD ON THE BRIDGE, JUMPING TO THE CABLE UP A LEVEL AND THEN, DOING A BACK FLIP OFF THE BRIDGE! NICE . . . SOME OLD LADIES, PROBABLY MY AGE, LOL, ASKED ME IF I WAS WITH THE TWO BRIDGE DIVERS . . . NO, THEY ARE YOUNG ENOUGH TO BE MY SONS . . . AND IF I COULD GATHER FROM MY CHILDRENS, PROTECTIVE SILENCE, NOT SURE IF IT WAS TO PROTECT ME FROM LEARNING, THAT ELLIOT, BASSIST AT THE TIME, IN A GOD'S REVOLVER NATIONWIDE TOUR, ALLEGEDLY JUMPED OFF AN 80 FOOT CLIFF, WHILE SAUCED UP ON WHISKY! GOOD QUOTE, WHICH 8 YEARS LATER, I AM SURE MY SON REALIZES . . . I MUST HAVE TOSSED THE NOTE, BUT IT WENT SOMETHING LIKE, HARD WORK IS MORE SATISFYING THAN WHISKY! GREAT SHIRT ON SOME GUY AT BURGER KING, YESTERDAY AT LUNCH: "THEY CALL ME PAPA . . . BECASUE BEING FREAKIN' AWESOME, GRAND KIDS SPOILIN', COUNTRY LOVIN', GUN TOTIN' BADASS, IS NOT AN OFFICIAL TITLE! I WAS THINKING OF STEALING THE SLOGAN, REPLACING PAPA WITH MAMA, BUT THE GUN SIDE OF IT DIDN'T WORK . . . SCARED I WOULD KILL SOMEONE WITH THIS PISTOL TEMPER OF MINE . . . HOWEVER, HANDS WORK TOO, FELT LIKE STRANGLING SOME CHICK, WHOM I AM SURE THE COPS ARE PAYING TO PISS ME OFF, KNOWING MY TEMPER THROUGH MY VENTS IN MY BLOG . . . SHE SHOWED UP YESTERDAY MORNING AT ST. PAT'S HOSPITAL, WHERE I WAS SNEAKING IN A BLOG, BETWEEN EMPLOYEE SHIFTS, SO THAT I DIDN'T TAKE ANY OF THEIR TIME, DURING BREAK, AND THIS POV. CHICK, COMES IN AND SAYS, AFTER I HAD BEEN ON THE COMPUTER SINCE 5:30 A.M., AND IT WAS ABOUT 7:30 A.M., THAT SHE NEEDED THE COMPUTER I WAS ON, BECAUSE SHE WAS GOING TO WATCH MOVIES . . . REALLY, I WILL BE ABOUT 30 MORE MINUTES, THAT IS WHY I AM FINISHING THIS ATTEMPTED HIT OR ASSASSINATION ON ME, TODAY, BUT SHE SAID, DO WHATEVER YOU FELL RIGHT ABOUT . . . I FEEL RIGHT ABOUT YOU MOVING OVER TO THE FAR TABLE, NOT SITTING THREE FEET AWAY, WATCHING ME UNTIL I AM FINISHED . . . NO, I THINK I WILL SIT RIGHT HERE! WHATEVER, SHE IS SO NOT WORTH CHOKING AND GOING TO JAIL OVER, SO I CALMLY TOOK THE NEXT 30 MINUTES, TO FINISH THE BLOG, BUT NOT THE WAY I WANTED TO . . . NOT BECAUSE OF HER, BUT BECAUSE I WAS ON THE EMPLOYEE COMPUTERS, HATE TO PUT THEM OUT, WHICH I GENERALLY ONLY USE WHEN I DON'T HAVE MY OWN COMPUTER, OR THE LEARNING CENTER OR LAW SCHOOL ARE CLOSED. BUT I FINISHED, AND SAID, IT IS ALL YOURS . . . AND REMEMBER, THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE WORM . . . I HAVE BEEN UP SINCE 3:00 A.M., AND SHE SAID, SOMETHING THAT WAS A DUMB AS SHE IS . . . I DON'T HAVE TO CHEAT--WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH IT? I AM SURE, SHE IS ON THE COP/SISTER PAYROLL, BECAUSE ONE NIGHT, I WENT IN TO DO MY JOB AT THE POV. SWEEPING AND MOPPING THE WOMEN'S DORM BATHROOMS, THAT ARE QUITE LARGE . . . THIS SAME CHICK WAS TAKING A SHOWER, SHE PEEKED HER UGLY MUG OUT AND STARED AT ME, AS IF I WAS GOING TO STEAL HER SHIT . . . THERE IS NOTHING I WANT YOU HAVE, AND NOTHING YOU HAVE I WANT TO SEE! BUT FUNNY, LAST NIGHT AFTER I CAME DOWN FOR CHECK IN, SHE WAS SITTING NEAR THE WALL, FIRST ON YOU COME TO FROM THE ELEVATOR, AND SHE PROMPTLY GOT UP AND WENT OVER TO THE TABLE ALL THE JESUS FREAKS SIT AT ALL DAY AND PLAY CARDS, PONITIFICATING ON THE GOSPEL, GOD AND CHRIST! SHE CRAWLED ON THE GROUND WITH THE DOG, PROBABLY HOPING I DIDN'T NOTICE, BUT I AM SURE, SHE PROBABLY GOT RATTED OUT BY THE EMPLOYEES, WHO HAVE SEEN ME FOR ABOUT THREE YEARS OFF AND ON, USING THEIR COMPUTERS, WONDERING IF I AM STAFF OR NOT . . . THE BRA-LESS BITCH, LOOKS HOMELESS AND HAS THE MOST ANNOYING VOICE, SOUTHERNER I THINK, THAT I HAVE EVER HEARD . . . HIGH PITCHED AND WHINEY! BLAH! IF MY KIDS WANTED A QUICK TRIP TO THE BEDROOM AND THE DOOR SHUT, ALL THEY HAD TO DO WAS WHINE . . . I WOULD SAY, YOU CAN COME OUT WHEN YOU CAN BE A DECENT HUMAN BEING--PERIOD! AND THEY ARE DECENT HUMAN BEINGS . . . OBVIOUSLY, THIS OBNOXIOUS CHICK, WAS RAISED BY SOMEONE LIKE RACHEL, KAY, SHELLEY, SUE OR TIFF . . . HELICOPTER MOTHERS . . . OH, DID YOU GET YOUR BLANKIE? BLAH . . . THAT IS WHY MY DAUGHTER IS UP BEING A HOT SHOT FIREFIGHTER . . . SHE IS TOUGH! MADE MOM TOUGH! LOL! AS WE SPEAK, WHINEY BITCH, IS SITTING ON ONE OF THE 10 COMPUTERS AT THE LEARNING CENTER . . . SHE HAS NEVER BEEN AT THE EMPLOYEES COMPUTERS, NOR THESE, IN THE LAST MONTH . . . SO SOMEONE IS PUTTING HER UP TO IT, AND THERE ARE TWO COPS, OUT DIRECTING TRAFFIC, SO I ASKED THE EQUIVALENT TO THE PINK LADIES, BUT I GUESS, THE BLUE MEN, GUY, WHAT THE BOBCAT BACKHOE WAS DOING--MAKING MORE PARKING--NO, HE SAID, IT LOOKS LIKE THEY ARE JUST DIGGING UP THE SMALL GROUND COVER OR WEEDS IN THE AREA BETWEEN THE SIDEWALK AND THE ASPHALT! AS I CAME AROUND THE CORNER FROM EINTSEIN BROS. BAGELS, TO THE HOSPITAL, I NOTICED THEM, PROMPTLY TURNED AND WENT TO THE BUS SHELTER TO CATCH A BUS OVER TO THE LAW SCHOOL, AVOIDING THE POSSIBILITY, THAT ME RATTING OUT LOCAL COPS, AT THE SWIMMING POOL, WHO WHISKED THEIR FAMILIES THROUGH THE POOL PARTY AREA, RATHER THAN GOING INTO THE DRESSING ROOMS, LIKE YOU WOULD NORMALLY DO . . . SO THE UNIFIED POLICE FORCE, IS COVERING THEIR ASSES, LIKE NORMAL, AND GOING AFTER MINE, FOR DOING THE RIGHT THING, RATTING OUT DIRTY FUCKIN' COPS . . . ONE HAD ALMOST A BUZZ, FEW DAYS GROWTH, SALT AND PEPPER HAIR, WITH A VERY DISTINCT STREAK OF GREY ON ON ONE SIDE . . . THREE DAUGHTERS, A VERY BUSTY WIFE, TO BE EXPECTED, BUT SHE WAS A BIT PLUMP TOO, AND HE MAY HAVE HAD A VERY LARGE TATTOO, THICK, DECORATIVE SWIRLS, ALL OVER THE LEFT SHOULDER. ANOTHER COP, HAD A CROSS TATOO BETWEEN HIS SHOULDER BLADES, ABOUT 5 INCHES LONG, WITH OTHER STUFF ON THE SIDE . . . BUZZ HAIR . . . ABOUT A FEW DAYS GROWTH ALSO, AND A THIRD COP, SHOWED UP, ABOUT THE TIME THE POOL WAS CLOSING, SO? HE HAD LONGER HAIR, A REDHEADED WIFE, BOTH AVERAGE BUILD, AND THEY JUST SAT IN THE HOT TUB . . . BUT, I THINK THE LITTLE REDHEADED KID, WITH THE SHAVED HEAD, THAT REMINDED ME OF ELLIOT, MY SON, ROCK STAR, BUT AT AGE 9 OR 10, AND ALSO WITH A BLONDE HAIRED OLDER SISTER, WITH KIND OF SQUARE HIGH HIPS! THAT IS ABOUT THE BEST I CAN DO . . . ALTHOUGH THE TWO GIRLS WHO, DIDN'T SEEM WITH THE GROUP, ALONG WITH THE POSSIBLE VICTIM, IF THERE WAS ONE . . . MIGHT HAVE BEEN MISTAKEN FOR ME . . . I AM SURE THE MARINE WAS TOLD THAT I LOOKED YOUNGER THAN I AM . . . BUT THE CHICK HE TALKED TO, DIDN'T SEEM TO BE WITH THE STAGED CREW, ALL SHOWING UP WITH LITTLE TIME LEFT ON THE CLOCK . . . BUT SHE HAD SHOULDER LENGTH, BLONDE HAIR, APPEARED TO BE AN OLDER SIBLING, WATCHING A YOUNGER ONE, NOT GOING IN THE WATER, LOOKING VERY CUTE, AND SHE WAS ABOUT 20 SOMETHING, OR LATE TEENS, SO HE WAS WAY OFF ON HIS AGE, BUT I WAS IN THE WATER, MOST OR THE TIME DOING WATER AEROBICS, SO HE PROBABLY THOUGHT IT MUST BE HER . . . SINCE SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD REMOTELY FIT THE DESCRIPTION . . . HARD TO TELL AGES, YOUNGER GIRLS LOOK OLDER, OLDER ONES LOOK YOUNGER . . . BUT HE WAS WAY OFF! AS MANY HAVE BEEN IN THE PAST, FOLLOWING WOMEN WHO WERE MUCH YOUNGER OR MUCH OLDER THAN MYSELF . . . I CAN PULL OFF ABOUT 30 TO 60 ON ANY GIVEN DAY! LOL! BUT, THE MARINE, WAS SCOPING THE PLACE, WHEN I FIRST NOTICE HIM, AND THOUGHT HE WAS ACTING LIKE HE WAS LOOKING FOR ME, NOT THE NORMAL WAY OF GOING SWIMMING AND COPS HAD BEEN AFTER ME ALL MORNING, AND LATER MARINES HAD BEEN, AT THE CARAS PARK CAROSEL AND DISCOVERY CENTER . . . LATER, HE MADE HIS WAY OVER TO THIS YOUNG GIRL, AND WAS TALKING WITH HER . . . I WATCHED, FROM OVER BETWEEN THE TWO STAIRS, WHERE I LIKE TO DO SOME OF MY EXERCISES . . . HE CAME LATE, SO HE WOULD HAVE MISSED THE EXERCISES I DID, THAT WOULD HAVE REVEALED MY BLACK AND WHITE POKE-A-DOT SWIMSUIT, THAT I HAD WRITTEN IN . . . THE YOUNG CHICKS, MIGHT HAVE BEEN MISTAKEN BECAUSE OF THE MESH, THAT HAD HOLES, BUT NOT THE SIZE OF MY POKE-A-DOTS, BUT, WITHOUT SEEING MY SUIT, SHE WAS THE NEXT LIKELY CHOICE! HE DID, HOWEVER, COME GET IN THE HOT TUB WITH ME, BUT HE SEEMED IN A TRANCE LIKE STATE, ALMOST MEDITATING ON WHAT HE WAS GOING TO DO, WHICH STRUCK ME AS STRANGE . . . LAYING BACK, EYES CLOSED, AND FLOATING, RELAXING, BUT IT WAS INTENSE MEDITATION, LIKE HE WAS PREPARING FOR SOMETHING . . . I FELT SAFE BY THAT TIME, BECAUSE WHAT WAS HE GOING TO DO, KILL ME IN THE HOT TUB . . . NEVER CONSIDERED THE WOMEN'S LOCKER ROOM . . . BUT EASY! LOUD RACKET, WITH SHOWER GOING, GUN SHOT, COULD NOT HAVE BEEN HEARD--BY SWIMSUIT DRYER OR SPIN MACHINE, SCREAMING AND GOING CONSTANTLY FOR ABOUT 10 MINUTES, AT LEAST . . . HE COULD HAVE SMASHED THE FIRST STALL DOOR IN, BLOCKING ME FROM GETTING OUT, AND KILLED HER? I AM NOT PRIVY TO THE CIS AND SHERIFF'S REPORTS, BUT THEY MAY HAVE READ MINE, OR SOME OF THE POOL EMPLOYEES, I THINK DO, MANY PEOPLE IN MISSOULA READ IT, BECAUSE I AM WRITING ABOUT THE HOMETOWN, AND THE BLOG, ON 45 DIFFERENT SEARCH ENGINES, AND 5 VERSIONS, AT A MINIMUM OF BLOG MESSED UP TITLES, LIKE THE FIRST ONE, BAD CON LAW CHICK, RATHER THAN BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK . . . START OF THE STEAL! FOR ALL IN KNOW, THE YOUNGER WOMAN, SENT BABY BROTHER INTO THE MEN'S DRESSING ROOMS, AND SHE FOLLOWED ME, AND WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER, HE COULD HAVE COME IN AND KILLED HER, AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE SHOWER STALL, THAT HAD BEEN HAMMERED SHUT, WITHOUT ME BEING ABLE TO MOVE IT ONE CENIMETER! I FELT STRONGLY, THAT I SHOULD TAKE MY TIME, SEEING THE WEIGHT MACHINES OUTSIDE, GETTING A DRINK, AND NOTICING RUST ON THE METAL . . . "WE RUST", NEW CD, "THE DITCH AND THE DELTA" MUSIC, THE REASON? BUT, I DID TAKE MUCH MORE TIME IN THE SHOWER THAN I NORMALLY DO, JUST RINSING OFF AFTER GETTING A CLOROX BATH FOR ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF PER DAY, FOLLOWED BY A RINSE, TO GET THE CHLORINE OFF! THIS REMINDS ME OF THE POOR SOUL, DRIVING THE FORD TAURUS OUTSIDE, MISSOULA, CONOCO OR PHILLIPS STATION, HIGH ENOUGH AWNINGS TO ALLOW FOR AN RV . . . BUT, I AM SURE THE COPS, THOUGHT IT WAS ME . . . I DROVE UNDER THE AWNING AND NOTICED THE OTHER TAURUS, AND WAITED . . . KNOWING FULL WELL, THEY WERE AFTER ME, FROM BEING WARNED BY A HAMILTON COP, THE NIGHT BEFORE, WITH FIVE EITHER HIGHWAY PATROL, LINING THE FREEWAY, WITH BRIGHTS, RIGHT UP TO THE WHITE LINE, ON THE OUTSIDE LANE, SO I TRANSFERED LANES, SIGNALING FOR SURE (SANDRA BLAND) BUT MAYBE, MOVING INTO THE FAR LANE, MADE A T-BONING ACCIDENT, MORE MESSY . . . BUT, WITH AN UNSUSPECTING VICTIM, DRIVER, BEING HIT BY COPS, AS FIRST RESPONDERS, AND ME COMING BY, WITH THE WHEELS OF THE CAR IN THE MEDIUM OR CENTER GRASS AREA, UPSIDE DOWN, WITH ABOUT 7 OR 8 SQUAD CARS, LIGHTS FLASHING, ALREADY ON THE SCENE, PROBABLY WERE BEFORE THE CAR WENT THROUGH, HITTING IT, NOW WITH SERVERAL COPS TO TESTIFY TO WHATEVER FUCKIN' STORY THEY WANTED TO MAKE UP, LIKE . . . WE GOT JOANN S. SECRIST, ATTORNEY, WHO JUST HAPPNED TO FALL ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL, TRAVELING AT NIGHT, BUT THAT NIGHT IT WAS JUST AFTER DUSK, SO I WAITED FOR ABOUT A HALF HOUR, UNTIL JUST ABOUT DARK, THEN SAW THE ACCIDENT, RIGHT AROUND HALLOWEEN, BECAUSE I HAD BEEN HIDING AT THE SPIRIT OF HALLOWEEN SHOP, AT THE TIME ON BROOKS STREET, THE NIGHT BEFORE, WHEN I LEFT AT MIDNIGHT FOR HAMILTON . . . BUT ON THE NIGHT, I ALLEGEDLY DIED, IT MUST HAVE ONLY BEEN AROUND 7, MAYBE EARLIER, GIVEN THE TIME CHANGE AND HOW EARLY IT GETS DARK IN THE WINTER . . . MISTAKEN TAURUS, MISTAKEN SWIMSUIT AND WOMAN OR GIRL? I AM STILL ALIVE AND KICKING . . . I CIRCLED THE BUS SHELTER ON BROADWAY, FOLLOWED ANOTHER EMPLOYEE INTO THE HOSPITAL ON THE LOWER FLOOR, NEAR THE LEARNING CENTER, CHECKED IN AT THE RESTROOM FIRST, THEN INTO DO THE BLOG, SHORTER THAN NORMAL, BUT JUST AS POWERFUL, MAYBE MORE . . . BUT THIS UGLY BITCH, ON THE COMPUTERS, SAME ONE AS YESTERDAY, SURE ON THE PAYROLL OF THE COP/SISTER CREW, SISBRO INC., WITH VALIDATION FROM MY INTEL GUY, GOD . . . THIS MORNING, I LEFT THE POV, AT ABOUT 6:30 A.M., GETTING TO EINSTEINS BROS. AT ABOUT 7:00 A.M., CHECK WALMART MONEY CARD, ENDING IN NUMBERS 0192 . . . SHELLEY, PROBABLY HAD MY OLD NUMBER, ENDING IN 1944, BECAUSE WHEN IT BECAME TIME TO GET ANOTHER CARD, WALMART MAILED ON TO ME, THAT NEVER CAME, OR DID AND JOHN BAGBY, ANOTHER DICK ON THE PAYROLL, INTERCEPTED IT, BECAUSE I HAD IT MAILED TO HIS ADDRESS! SHELLEY STEALS THE OLD ONES, TAKES THE NUMBERS, TO MAKE INVESTIGATORS THINK, THAT I AM THE FRAUD, GETTING THE NEW ONE . . . FRANK OF INTERPOL, STOLE THE CARD BEFORE MY 1944, FORCING ME TO CHANGE TO THAT, AND THEN, JOHN INTERCEPTED THAT ONE, AND I HAD TO GET THE 0192, SEEMINGLY THE NEW ONE . . . BUT, I USED THE CARD THIS MORNING TO GET A BLUEBERRY BAGEL WITH STRAWBERRY CREAM CHEESE, AND A DIET COKE . . . CHOICES OF NAMES ON DIET COKE, ONE WAS "RACHEL", I TOOK THE ONE THAT HAD "ANGIE" ON IT . . . I HAVE SAID, I LOOKED LIKE ANGIE DICKENSON, BACK IN THE DAY . . . CHICK AT POV, MS. PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE, KEEPS SAYING, YOU LOOK, JUST LIKE MERYLE STREEP, WHAT I THINK SISTER "RACHEL" LOOKS LIKE, ALMOST EXACTLY, NOSE AND ALL, HAIR ABOUT THE SAME COLOR AND LENGTH! I HAVE A MUCH MORE CHISELED LOOK . . . BUT EASY TO CHECK OUT! ON THE WALK TO EINSTEINS BROS., A WHITE OLDER IMPALA, DROVE BY, SYMBOLISING SHELLEY, SHE USED TO DRIVE A SILVER ONE, IN ABOUT 2004 OR THERE ABOUT, SO THAT SHOWS RELATED TO HER . . . AND THE COPS, THINK I AM HER, AND SHE IS ME . . . WATCH 48 HOURS, "THE PRETENDER" WITH CHRISTIAN LONGO, IMPERSONATING, MICHAEL FINKEL, REPORTER FOR THE NEW YORK TIMES, WHO LIED ABOUT SOMETHING HE REPORTED ON, AND GOT FIRED, BUT CHRISTIAN LONGO, AFTER KILLING HIS WIFE AND THREE CHILDREN, BECOMES FINKEL, AND FINKEL LATER BEFRIENDED LONGO, WROTE A BOOK ON THE STORY, AND SAID . . . LONGO PRETENDED TO BE HIM, AND PLAYED HIM BETTER THAN HE EVEN PRESENTED HIMSELF! SHELLEY IS A STOGGIE OLD BITCH, CRUSTY, BELIEVES THAT LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS, AND CAN SIT IN A HOUSE FOR A YEAR STRAIGHT, NEVER LEAVE, HELL, I WAS AT THE OXFORD BY 3:00 A.M., GETTING A "GARBAGE" OMLET . . . LOVED THE CUTE, YOUNG WOMEN, WHO CROSSED ME AS SHE WENT IN THE OXFORD BATHROOM, AT ABOUT THAT TIME, GLANCING UP TO THE EGYPTIAN WOMAN, WITHOUT A TOP, WITH THE DUDE FROM EGYPT, MAYBE KING TUT, STARING STRAIGHT AT HER BOOBS, WHICH I HAD WRITTEN ABOUT . . . MS. BLONDE BOB HAIR CUT, BLACK TIGHTS, BLACK SKIRT, GRAY SWEATER, BLACK JACKET, ALONG WITH 4 OR 5 FRIENDS, ALSO ORDERED THE "GARBAGE" OMLET! LOL! I ASKED THE CHEF, DUDE WHO HAS WORKS

NSA BLOCKING ME WRITING ABOUT CHEF AT THE OXFORD . . . PROBABLY ON THE LYING PAYROLL, SAYING SUE, OR RACHEL, OR SHELLEY, OR WHOMEVER THE FUCK WAS AT THE OXFORD, GETTING "GARBAGE" OMLET, MORNING OF 7/27/2015, PAID FOR MY, "GARBAGE" OMLET, WITH CASH!  5 OTHER "GARBAGE" OMLETS, WERE ORDERED AT ABOUT THE SAME TIME, SUNDAY MORNING!  THE CHEF, WHEN I TOLD HIM, I WROTE ABOUT HIS SPECIALTY OMLETS, IN MY BLOG, LOOKED AT ME, AS IF . . . YOU!  THEY ARE MESSY TO MAKE, TAKE TIME, FRESH CUT, TOMATOES, GREEN PEPPERS, MUSHROOMS, SAUGAGE, CHEESE, ETC., BUT WAY WORTH IT . . . CAN'T TYPE ANY MORE IN TITLE, PROBABLY BLOCK THIS ALONG TIME AGO . . . EDIT ANYTHING THAT MAKES IT PERSONAL TO ME, GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKERS . . . I AM ME, I HANG AT THE OXFORD, AND OTHER LOCAL PLACES . . . AND, LOVE THAT THE COLLEGE CROWD READS MY BLOG, KNEW ABOUT BOOBS ON EGYPTIAN CHICK, TOPLESS, AND EATS, "GARBAGE" OMLETS, AT 3:00 A.M.!

THIS IS MY ONLY PAY, TO KNOW YOU DIG MY WRITING!  THANKS, BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, ME, JOANN S. SECRIST . . . DUDE WITH THE CAST, WORKING AT THE POVERELLO, ASKED ME WHY I WAS GOING SO EARLY . . . DIDN'T GO INTO DETAILS, BUT HE DID GOOGLE, THE HOURS OF THE "LAUGHING GRIZZLY BEAR" RESTAURANT TO SEE IF IT WAS OPEN 24 HOURS, IT LOOKS LIKE A FUN PLACE TO EAT . . . AND IT WAS ON MY WAY TO FRESH LIFE CHURCH, ACROSS RESERVE, NEAR UHAUL, BLUE AWNING, AND HS, SOME TYPE OF HEALTH SERVICES . . .BUT, THEY WERE NOT OPEN, UNTIL 7:00 A.M., WAY TOO LATE FOR THIS EARLY BIRD, ASK THE BITCH, WHO TRIED TO GET THE COMPUTER . . . DUMB HAG, GONE TO LUNCH AT THE POV, RIGHT NOW . . . I AM GOING INTO EAT AT THE "BLARNY STONE GRILL!"  REAL FOOD, GREAT PRICES . . . WILL PUT IT ON MY CREDIT CARD, ENDING IN 0192, OR RATHER, WALLY'S WORLD CASH CARD, HAVEN'T HAD A CREDIT CARD, SINCE 2000 WHEN I GOT POISONED, BUT SHELLEY HAS, UNDER MY NAME, APPLYING FOR EVERY LINE OF CREDIT SHE COULD GET, IN THE "BANDIT" STAGE OF STEALING "GOD'S REVOLVER" MUSIC, BACK IN ABOUT 2006 OR 2007, BY, 2008, HARD ROCK BAND OF THE YEAR!  LOVE YOU ELLIOT, SO PROUD!  LOVE MOM . . . GOOD LUCK ON TOURS . . . WILL PUMP YOUR MUSIC, MAYBE TOMORROW!  LOVE IT!  OLD ROCKERS WILL . . .

P.S., the reason, I wrote about homicide and the possibility of there being another chick, instead of me, that was murdered, just guessing, is that staff came in a woke someone up at around 4:30 A.M., so I got up and went to the restroom, speaking to the blonde staff, who was up waking someone up for work, or something . . . but, I went back to bed, and couldn't go to sleep, or just drifted in and out of sleep, enough to have the same dream or whatever it was, that I had a black and white, baseball hat on, black, on three sides, but white in the front side, black beak, but on the white front panel, of the quad, there were large black letters, block all caps, that said, "HOMICIDE" leaving me wondering what exactly that meant, that there was actually a homicide, because I am not dead, but each time I closed my eyes, thinking I was dismissing this version of me wearing this hat . . . maybe to shed some light on the dead body, but it made me think, that either I was not the target of the hit, or that the Marine made a mistake, especially being so much older than she was, thinking the woman he killed was me . . . and off to the side, someone, said, or added, ATTEMPTED HOMICIDE . . . SO, MAYBE THE COPS CHECKED OUT MY STORY ON THE SHOWER STALL, AND FOUND, THAT YES, IT WAS JAMMED SHUT, AND THE STAFF COULD TESTIFY TO THE SWIMSUIT MACHINE BEING OUT OF SORTS, BECAUSE I ALSO REPORTED THAT, AND SOMEONE ALREADY HAD REPORTED IT . . . ONE OF THE TWO FAT CHICKS WHO GOT OUT OF THE POOL ABOUT 5 MINUTES BEFORE ME . . . NOT IN ON THE GIG!  OR COULD IT HAVE BEEN THE MURDERER?  I ALSO REPORTED, AND THE FRONT COUNTER GIRL, SAID, YEAH, WE ARE ON THAT!  OR WAS I BEING FRAMED FOR THIS GIRL'S MURDER?  SEEING THE SHERIFF SUV, AND THE SHERIFF VEHICLE, AND THE CIS WHITE VAN, LEADS ME TO BELIEVE THAT SOMETHING MORE IS GOING ON DOWN THERE AT THE SWIM POOL OR THE AQUATIC CENTER?  BUT, I WROTE ABOUT IT IN MY BLOG, LONG BEFORE ANYONE WAS UP, SUNDAY MORNING, STARTING ABOUT 5:30 A.M., NO MACHINES THAT CAN'T BE MANIPULATED ON TIME, LIKE MY COMPUTER, THAT ALWAYS REPORTED WHERE THE ONES CONTROLING MY COMPUTER WERE LOCATED, OR REPORTING PACIFIC TIME FOR KAY, IN SANTA BARBARA OR SHELLEY, IN CALIFORNIA TOO, OR AT TIMES, SHOWING CHICAGO TIME . . . NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, EITHER DENVER OR MONTANA TIME, MOUNTAIN, WHERE I ALWAYS WAS!  THAT IS WHY I DITCHED MY COMPUTER, NEXT ONE, I AM HAVING TONS OF FIREWALLS, THAT WERE DOWN, ON THE NEW ONE I TURNED BACK IN, JUST THE 15TH OR 16TH, ACER, AT TARGET, $149.00, RETURN . . . I WILL CONTROL MY COMPUTER!  SO FUCK THE BITCHES AND THE NSA, MORMON CONTROLLED MINIONS, USEFUL IDIOTS, AND TALKING TOYZ, GIRLZ!

SIGNED, SINNING IN MONTANA JOANNA . . . LOL!  I GUESS MURDER DOESN'T COUNT AS A SIN, BUT SWEARING DOES, SO BAD, ON A SCALE OF 1 TO 10, TO THIS CROWD, MURDER IS JUST COLLATERAL DAMAGE IN THIS WAR AGAINST ME . . . BUT SWEARING IS THE UNPARDONABLE SIN!  LOL!  TYPICAL MO MUFFIN!  FAKE BOOBS AND ALL!  LOL!

STURGIS, HARLEY DAVIDSON, COLT 45, HARDER . . . SHE ROCKED THE CRADLE OF LOVE . . . EVERYTHING'S BETTER WET . . . JUNGLE LOVE--IT'S MAKING ME MAD, IT'S MAKING ME CRAZY . . . LIFE'S A PARTY, SO GET OUT AND STRUT! LOL! FUNNY OR DIE . . . HEALTHY WITH A SIDE OF HAPPY--SHIRTLESS CLEOPATRA WITH EGYPTIAN DUDE WATCHING HER--PART OF OLD MULLIGAN'S STRIP JOINT--SEEMS MISSOULA HAS SEEN WILDER TIMES! LOL! BUT, HEY, NEVER FEAR, NAKED BIKE RACE IS HERE! LOL! GREAT CELTIC FESTIVAL YESTERDAY, THANKS TO SPONSORS, ALWAYS, IT WAS FREE, AND SHEAR DELIGHT . . . REDHEADED, FRECKLE CONTEST . . . TOO BAD MY HANDSOME REDHEAD, GUITARIST FOR "THE DITCH AND THE DELTA" IS NOT IN TOWN--LITTLE RED HEADED BOY AT SWIMMING POOL, REMINDED ME OF ELLIOT, A ROCK STAR, LONG BEFORE HE STARTED TO PLAY IN A BAND! LOL! CELTIC BANDS, CRACIERS NOT CRACKERS . . .TRANSLATED IN GAILIC, MEANS, HAPPY, FUN, EXCITED . . . CELTIC DANCERS, AMAZINGLY COOL, AND INSPIRED ME . . . GAVE THE SLIP JIG TO THE COPS, BEFORE GOING TO THE FESTIVAL--LUCK OF THE IRISH WAS WITH ME--T-SHIRT--IRISH AND BAD ASS! I WILL GO FOR THAT, ONE SONG, CRACIER BAND PLAYED, MEMORIALIZED STRUGGLES IN THE MINES IN BUTTE, COOL HISTORY, WE OWE A LOT TO THAT IRISH CREW, STAND UP GUYS/GALS, SUPPORTED THE FINNISH MINERS, LOST 168 IN FIRE IN THE MINE, 15 SHOT BY GOVERNMENT FOR STRIKING, FEDS FORCED THEM BACK TO WORK, FIRST LABOR UNIONS, REALLY HISTORY OF AMERICAN LABOR, IN BUTTE . . . LYRICS FROM SONG: "TELL GOD AND THE DEVIL THEY CAN TRY, BUT TODAY'S NOT GOING TO BE THE DAY WE DIE!" DITTO . . . CAN YOU CALL IT ANYTHING, BUT ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT . . . LOCKED IN WOMEN'S SHOWER, DOOR SMASHED, COULDN'T OPEN, SWIMMING RINGER, GOING AS LOUD AS POSSIBLE, NOT SHUTTING OFF . . . NOBODY IN LOCKER ROOM, EXCEPT ME--WHERE IT EVERYONE GO? STRANGE ASSASSIN TYPE GUY IN SWIMMING POOL, WITH FAMILIES AND TEENS, LOOKED UP TO NO GOOD . . . HAD TO CRAWL UNDER SHOWER DOOR, PUSHED IN SO FAR, COULDN'T BUDGE LATCH, OR UNLOCK . . . FINE WHEN I WENT IN . . . TONY'S MARINE KILLING MACHINE, USMC, SEMPRA FI . . . FOREVER FAITHFUL TO WHAT? I AM ABOUT AS AMERICAN AS YOU CAN GET! NEWS FLASHES: PRESIDENT OBAMA, CONNECTING WITH KENYA, LAYING IT ON THE LINE ON CORRUPTION IN GOVERNMENT AND BUSINESS, KEEPING WOMEN DOWN, TREATING FEMALES LIKE SECOND CLASS CITIZENS, RENOUNCING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, HITTING ON FEMALE CIRCUMCISION--CAN YOU REMIND THE COPS TOO!--STANDING TOGETHER AGAINST TERRORISM, U.S. STANDING BY KENYA IN FIGHT--GREAT JOB PREZ., AS ALWAYS! FIRE AT LAS VEGAS CASINO, INGNITED FROM SOME PLASTIC STUFF AT THE POOL AREA, PATRONS EVACUATED; TWO MEN CALL IN 911, BOTH AT THE SAME TIME, SAME INCIDENT, ROAD RAGE . . . ONE ENDED UP DEAD, THE OTHER NOW FACING MURDER CHARGES! WORTH IT? THINK SO? GET YOUR TEMPERS UNDER CONTROL! GOVERNOR CHRIS CRISTI, SCOLDING CITIZEN, WHEN ACCUSED OF BEING ANTI-GUNS; SENATOR TED CRUSE, ACCUSES SENATE LEADER, MITCH MCCONNELL OF "OUT RIGHT LYING" ABOUT BILL . . . KEEP THEM HONEST!

Irish Luck!

 

After cop hell, yesterday morning, before Celtic Festival, ditching my phone, that was making beeps, about every 10 minutes, seemingly leading cops in my direction . . . I got to actually sit and relax under the partly cloudy, Missoula skies, to enjoy good music, good dance and good food . . . I finally got to try a pastie and it was tasty!  As I sat and watched all the festivities, the large crowd, that was more like ants, covering everything, without much room anywhere, which is exactly what a festival should be, I could not help, thinking what a great contribution the Irish have made to this country, by way of history, Butte's is amazing, labor, mining, dance, song, Irish pride, making St. Patrick's Day so much fun . . . got to spend it in Butte, like I wanted to, and digging on an Irish boy, Kennedy!  But, we are so fortunate here in America, to have such rich cultures, making up our melting pot culture here in America . . . I wondered, what is our traditional American dance, square dancing?  The American waltz? 

 

Pretty creepy that I don't know the answer to that!  I thought of the amazingly colorful Indian traditional dances, now the Irish, and last week the Greek, and I wondered what our children were preserving, what traditions, what dances, colors, handed down from generation to generation . . . Americans, saving the traditions of the countries they all came or migrated from?  Perhaps.  Both sides of my ancestry, come from England, so what is my dance?  I thought of my love for Shakespeare and the Green Shows on the lawns of Southern Utah University where my Grandmother taught in the English Department and helped Fred Adams, start the Utah Shakespearean Festival, in Cedar City, Utah.  The dancers and performers, where traditional British garb, from the Bard's time period, is that the dance, the costumes that I should have taught my children?  I wondered, as the young woman, director of the Celtic dancers, talked of her mother, teaching her and her sister how to dance, now they are sharing their talents, worldwide, with the dancers just getting back from Japan, who also has customs and traditional dances . . . so what about us, Americans, the Wild, Wild West?

"It's Down the Hole Jack . . . Where You'll Never See."  Lyrics to Mining Song

This great mother, who's children are blessing nations, needed someone to play the music of the Irish, so she got a few kids, whom she knew played traditional Irish music, including her son, and they put together a Celtic band, cool music, new age of Irish music, never leaving the old favorites, like St. Patrick's Day March or whatever it is called, but how absolutely cool and inspiring!  I did, however see, some dude with a kilt, man's skirt on, and cowboy boots!  LOL!  Very cool!  All in all, thank you to the people, the families, there were several Irish Clans, that had booths set up, so family members could connect and hook into family activities and reunions.  I love the Irish, the colors, the redheaded connection, while my son, Elliot, often called the Red Jesus by fans of his bands throughout the years, is an English, German combo kid . . . he could fool anyone, that he is a Bad Ass Irishman . . . other than the fact, that he is too nice--he doesn't have the fighting Irish spirit!  LOL!  It took this young redhead, 21 years to get mad enough at his torturous older brother, Chris, who had done what older brothers across the world do, tease, punch, and boss little brothers around, but finally, Elliot go egged on by the bros common friends, to punch Chris back, while the two were wrestling for fun!  They were both a bit hesitant to tell me what happened to Chris' lip, about double the size of normal . . . the Bible said, Let not your children contend one with another . . . so, I followed that, but, behind closed doors or out of sight, I know Chris took advantage of his older status and bigger build, three years Elliot's senior, but now, Elliot, has arms about twice the size of Chris!  LOL . . . the closest of brothers!

 

Oh, and I want to thank, St. Patrick's Hospital . . . always use their computers, after I ditch mine, being compromised by government!

Slip Jigged the Cops, Now the U.S. Marine Corp!

On the way to the festival, I was listening to music on my new, $9.98 radio, that I absolutely love, can walk down the street, rockin' out!  But, on the way to the weekly Farmer's Market, that led on to the Celtic Festival, I was listening to a local rock station . . . not familiar enough to remember or know the name of the station, but it played one of my favorite songs, especially to dance to . . . and it reminds me so much of meeting James Kennedy, because he tried ever stupid pick up line in the book with me, but this song, tells him to drop the lines, and keep his hands to himself!  LOL!  I would say, that puts our first meeting about right!  LOL!  But, this line and song made me think of James, which doesn't take much . . . I think of that movie, 50 First Dates with Drew Berrimore and Adam Saddler, where she suffers from short term memory loss, and every day, has to be reminded who he, Saddler is, until one day, he goes to visit her, in some institution, where she went so her family and he, didn't have to put up with her challenges, where she could just paint and do her art work . . . and he asks her, if she remembers him, because it had been some time and she said no, but then she looked at all her pictures, and everyone of them had his face on it! 

 

James or any man, has sort of the same challenge, because my last two husbands, and maybe my second husband also, and maybe in collusion with my first, has burned me, tried to facilitate the theft of my identity, my children, all so people could get a cut of my son's music money, or mine blog money, or claim to whatever . . . so my trust level is about nothing, and rightly so, probably, much better than it should be at this point.  I think that everyone is an undercover cop, or an assassin, or involved, because that has been my experience . . . and Kennedy, may, have been a bounty hunter or an assassin, hired to kill me, or had a hit on me, very common, but actually, fooled around and fell in love, or claimed to have.  But, having not seen him since March, my mind has done all kinds of mental gymnastics, wondering this or that, when in reality, he is the one, who took all the risks, put it out there, and tried to be together, but that may have been to kill me!  LOL!  But, seeing a double and knowing how that works, seeing a guy in Durango, that looked so much like Kennedy, to be his younger brother, making me take a double take, leaves me to wonder, if he has been with a sister, Rachel, like my intel tells me, and he too is lying about, exactly whom he was with in Butte?

 

But, yesterday was kind of cool, that song about keeping your hands to yourself, and a vision of two almost identical Harley Davidson motorcycles, sitting side by side, one with the original stamped impression of the motorcycle seal, and the other one, with just the words, Harley Davidson written on the bike, made it almost look like a copycat bike?  But, it also, symbolised to me, that it is in fact the double, who is with sister, Rachel, parading around on the back of a bike, pretending to be me, with a guy who looks like James Kennedy . . . he struck me as too smart to be with her!  James seemed to be authentic, once he got over the pick up lines, that I am sure work, about 99% of the time, but not with this untrusting soul . . . in addition to being a bit old fashioned, wanting to actually get to know a guy, before messing around too much, desires aside!  LOL!  I thought, if he was a cop, he was smarter than the average cop, who has little more than a high school education . . . he told me the Kennedy Clan, boy cousins, all 51 of them, are either, federal cops or bikers, try both?  So, the fact that he told me he had been married to a CIA chick and a deputy sheriff, made me even more suspicious, and then him telling me I should go work for the SHERIFFS office, are you kidding me, made me even more stand-offish!  Me and cops, are you kidding, is this a joke?  LOL!  But, seeing the two bikes one real and the other appearing to be fake, made me feel better . . . the assholes I have been dealing with in the last 3 years, want to punish and part of that is going with sisters or ex-best friends, to make the pain felt!  So, I wasn't too thrilled to think, that Jame told me to meet him in Durango . . . although, I told him, that I was not coming, changed my mind, but didn't tell him, but figured if he was a cop, he would know that I came . . . but thinking that, I figured, he stood me up, and then met Rachel, busty and looking a lot like the woman, on the back of his sweatshirt, the day we met, thinking she was much more his type, at least on the surface!

Death to the Lover . . . Here is Where the U.S.M.C. Comes In!

So, after the festival, I start walking over to the Missoula Aquatic Center, but, walk along the river walk, coming to the cool, old, original Merry-Go-Round contained in this old building, with a great gift shop, some unique items, and fun treats.  But, with feds there is one thing, that, they always make contact with me, not the other way around, generally don't talk to anyone, unless they talk first, as this guy did . . . so I am getting out of the heat, or so I think, but, there is a water cooler, actually two, sitting there, and this guy, starts checking it out and says something, so I then, engage in a conversation about water and the heat.  He struck me as FBI, but, innocent until proven guilty, so I just keep an eye on him, and he walks over to what appears to be his wife, so okay, so far, so good, but that could have been a cover, or just someone else he was talking to, to cover, but eventually, he walks outside and starts talking on the phone with someone . . . and he is looking straight at me, and in my position, I can't afford a mistake, that could mean my life, and you will see that I am not just being paranoid!  So, I decide to slide out, while he is not watching, but I slide into a trap, the the Children's Discovery Museum that has mirrors on both sides, as you walk into this maze of kids fun, but a Steven King, type fun house, feel to me . . . so, I turn, and decide to just play it cool, wait the guy out, and watch the kids and adult going round and round.  Me and some very cute mother of 6, who didn't look old enough to be the mother of anyone, let alone a 27 year old, had a fun conversation for a few minutes.

 

I pop my colorful umbrella, that is starting a trend among the brave and young, who don't really give a rat's ass about what people think, and they are protecting their skin from the sun, as I am, plus taking my shade with me . . . but as I reenter the sun, I see a U.S.M.C. sticker in the back of this truck's window, and just as I notice it, I notice, three very beefy guys, just standing, strangely together, just outside the exit from the Discovery Center that felt like a death trap to me, just minutes earlier, maybe this is why, they didn't appear to have wives, nor children, and looked like they were up to no good, and I had just written in my blog that day, or just wrote the name of an author, with totally symbolic meaning, Tony Kellerman or Tony Killerman . . . Kennedy?  Tony is the Marine, Harvard engineer, that I rented from last year; however, Tony, came and offered me a room to rent, a great deal, wonderful location, and great digs to live in, backing up to the river, and close to the law school on the other side, where I like to go and type my blog . . . but, how did he know I needed a place to rent, which is how he approached me?  It seems to me, that there are all these retired, FBI, CIA, called REDs or Retired and Extremely Dangerous, that the government calls in for special operations, such as taking me down!  In their structural organization, it appears that there are like town captains, or leaders, who have the most experience, and they step in and take charge at the spur of the moment.  The song, When I Ruled the World . . . fits . . . what do they have to lose, and easy to bribe, bring in, and use . . . already in place! 

 

Tony had wined and dined me, then appeared to do a bait and switch deal, where he makes it look like he is with me, but after a time, he substitutes one of the fraud broads in, standing in for me, and then makes in appear, or is free to lie and say that she is me, carrying on the illusion that he is with the attorney, bringing her in on the water compact, being allegedly one of the ranchers with a vested interest, having a ranch in St. Ignatius.  Then, due to his reputation as a good guy, people don't question the change, because he acts like this new, Joann, is really the original, JoAnn, who wrote the constitutional analysis and testified at the 2013 Montana Legislative Session, helping to stop the compact for further review . . . later, to act, as if, JoAnn, really, Joann, has seen the light, and now is totally for the compact!  Scream, it is just as unconstitutional as it was back in 2013, and ram-rodded through, cheating 300,000 Montanans out of their water rights, or control over those rights!  This pattern has been done over and over again, until they have completely erased my very existence, and they are trying, but just haven't had the right assassin yet!  Not LOL!  That comes next . . . so, I sneak past this crew of three, then four, another guy, goes and stands post, near a tree, where I had just walked and watched the guys, all appearing to be Tony's boys, Marines, all looking for me . . . now, what they are going to do once they get me is any one's guess . . . but Tony is Shelley's boy, and on that side, clearly, and I had just referred to him as the one that would have Kennedy killed!  Or suggested that, by the author of the book, I saw sitting in a car window, right after doing something with or thinking about, lover boy, Kennedy.  A great escape indeed!

Holding the Hand of Jesus . . . No Doubt!

I have many enemies, many dangers, take many risks . . . but just as I was leaving the park, I looked over and noticed a t-shirt, barely, that had the hands of a man, appearing to be Jesus with white and light blue robes, just the hand part, showing robes, and reaching out and hold a little child's hand . . . today, that little child was me . . . cops in the morning, Marines in the afternoon, what would tonight bring . . . it ended up, what I would say, as the closest I have come to being killed, in the perfect place for an assassination, totally clean, easy, nobody around, in a shower, covered by an loud obnoxious sound, swimming suit dryer, screaming loud, with the lid permanently up, so the sound didn't stop!  But for the grace of God, I would be dead, no doubt, no joke, and a very close call from all I could tell, with the gut feeling, this guy was bad news, but doubting that he could get close to me . . . old crusty looking Marine . . . scary, out of place, determined, relaxing before the kill?  Let me set the scene, and you see what you think, paranoid, or right spot on, straight up!  A HIT!+

The Man Who Knew Too Much . . . Dove, Not Hawk, May Have Stopped the War in Vietnam, Allan Rex Bess, Client/Husband or so I thought!

Just by way of history, to make some sense of this bull shit, and threats . . . Tony, and other Marines like him, love war, they are hawks, and most of them very Republican, in fact, I was at a Republican training, back last summer, when I met Tony, who is allegedly an Independent!  But, Allan Rex Bess, the real, not Frank, on Interpol, who claimed to be a platoon leader in Vietnam, stating that he brought 83 men into battle and the ones who listened to him, came out alive and the ones who didn't died, leaving 52 men, in his charge . . . the real, Allan, never went to battle, was Intel, and begged to go into battle, seeing the large number of casualties, and statistics of the dead in Vietnam, he was offered a position at some Ambassador's place in another part of the world, eventually staged a nervous break down, to get out of the Marines, whom he had lost faith in, and President Richard Nixon got him out or signed his release papers, which I have seen.  The fake Allan, used to say, Imagine a little boy from Parowan, Utah . . . seemingly distanced and in shock, and Allan probably helped convince President Nixon to end the war . . . he had a hot line to the President and knew where every nuclear missile in the world was!  I think at the time I met him and defended him, the government had full intentions of getting rid of him, but I got him off, on a set up, saving him, up to 45 years in prison!  He got 3 years probation . . . I believe when I started to like Allan, who told jail mates that he was going to marry his attorney, they just up and killed him, because he had sued the government and I had too, he won, against the USA and the VA, for trying to kill him, and injuring his brain, or taking part of it out . . . matched what they did to me, poisoning me and trying to kill me, but failed to calculate just how close I lived to my work, so the poison, just slowly worked its way into my system!  But, eventually, they got Allan, and brought in this fuckin' Frank, whom I did marry, thinking it was Allan, although, subconsciously knowing it was not, never had sex with either of them, and Frank always wore cowboy boots, and a hat, plus large stuffed coats!

 

This group of Marines, may have hated him, before they ever knew me, or he was at least on their radar screen, following him for years after he got out of the Marines, killing all the men he had served with . . . he was for one, a lucky one.  But, I don't know how much this plays into the current situation, but it could have an effect . . . mean ass Marine in the swimming pool!  One of Tony's boys, as were the other four, earlier in the day.

Appeared to Me, that The Near Empty Pool at 4:00 P.M., Filled Up with Cop  Families!

So, I entered the pool, and there were only about 5 other people in the pool.  I thought this was a great time to come, not fight with kids for space and seniors for lapse!  LOL!  But, within about a half an hour, several families came in . . . I watched the dads, most with shaved heads, appearing cop like to me, and bossy with their wives, telling them how to handle the babies in the pool, and watching overprotective like.  But, I am a student of human behavior and I could tell this particular dad, was pissed when his little swimmer was trying to get passed me, and she reached out her hand to get my help, and of course, being the nice person, they love to demonize, I helped her, and she was smiling and thanked me, as her dad, watched with what appeared to be disdain . . . it is much harder to hate someone, who just helped your child!  LOL!  But, all the families looked, kind of like that.  There was one kid, a red haired kid of about 9, who reminded me so much of Elliot at that age, with his summer shaved head, that always drove me crazy . . . but he was climbing up the rock wall, and I thought, I hope that is symbolic of his band climbing the rock wall in the world, rockin' the charts or the stage!  Love The DITCH and the DELTA and all his former bands.  It also brought back other memories . . . of Elliot being a little rock star, for a different reason, being up hiking, and me telling Elliot, that if he threw rocks in the stream, he had to make sure that there was nobody in front of him . . . the kids, all four, went up the mountain, while I read a book, relaxing in the shade of the trees, when all of the sudden, I heard this blood curdling sound of a scream, and Chris came running down the hills, with a huge ass head wound, bleeding like head wounds do . . . yeah, a six inch rock, Elliot, who was pretty little, 5 years old, as I recall, picked up a rock and threw it allegedly in the river, but it took a stop on Chris' head first!  ROCK STAR!  Foreshadowing of things to come!  LOL!

NSA shit going on again . . . stopping, want me to "save" so they can join the blog . . . FUCK NO!  But on with the story . . .

I was going to write, that I got out of the pool at 5:45 P.M. in time to get dressed and out the door by 6:00 closing time.  Two teen girls, the only ones, that appeared to be independent of the cop families, and the old crusty ass, mean faced Marine, got out just before me.  I heard them in the dressing room while I was getting dressed, and I got the feeling, that I should take my time, and so I did a special treatment on my hair, taking a bit longer in the shower.  As I was doing my hair, all the sudden the swimsuit drier machine turned on, and never turned off, so annoying, that it drove me crazy, and I wondered what the fuck these two chicks were doing . . . then I thought, was it blow dryers, but it was too loud, and it was pissing me off!  But, I stayed in and did my hair treatment.  I never heard anyone come in,  no moms, no kids, generally, the dressing room is filled with kids, screaming, not wanting to change clothes, hungry and tired, but tonight was different.  I went to get out of the shower, got dressed inside, and wanted to hurry to get to the machine to stop it, before it blew my ear drums out . . . but the door to the shower stall was stuck, or so I thought, I tried to pull it, push it, brace myself against something . . . and it would not budge . . . there was nothing wrong before I got in, and it was easy, having used that shower on many, many occasions, having gone swimming almost everyday since, June 22, 2015, when I signed up for the membership!  So, something had changed, was different and I started to wonder, what the fuck was going on . . . no people, the machine, and I couldn't get out of the stall!

 

Finally, thinking about this Marine fucker, I decided that I would slide out under the door, with walls on all three sides, that was the only escape, so I got on my stomach and slide under the door, very narrow, and I think that they must have thought that I could not fit or something, and I would be stuck in the shower stall, but I fit just fine . . . good, my work outs have been working!  So, I got my stuff out and wondered over to see if I could stop this loud ass machine, and dry my swimsuit . . . no, the lid was up, which generally stops the machine, and it was spinning furiously, and I pushed knobs, to see if it would stop, to no avail!  I promptly got dressed and B-lined it out of the dressing room, to inform the chick at the desk, appearing to be the only person in the Aquatic Center, or it seemed . . . where did all the families go?  This struck me as so odd . . . was this a set up?  Perfect place to shoot someone in a shower stall, easy clean up, no mess, send the clean up crew in, to mop up the mess, dispose of the body, and job complete . . . but I got out!  Too bad, so sad, another assassination attempt, gone bad!

HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS THAT SOMEONE CAN MAKE YOUR HEART BEAT SO FAST WHEN YOU DON'T WANT IT TO BEAT AT ALL . . . THIS STATEMENT IS WHAT I WROTE ABOUT JAMES KENNEDY, A FEW DAYS OR WEEK AGO . . . AND I WROTE ABOUT HIM BEING SHOT BY A COLT 45 OR A SIMILAR DRIVEBY SHOOTING IN BUTTE, JUST YESTERDAY . . . AND AS I SAT AND READ THAT STATEMENT ON THE CALIFORNIA BRIDGE, THERE WAS A COLT 45 CAN OF BEER, RIGHT BY THE WORDS . . . ARE YOU HERE, JAMES?

MADE MY DAY . . . LOVE, HAVE A GREAT WEEK . . . GOT TO GO TO CHURCH!

GAMING FOR GROWNUPS . . . RECKLESS. TONY KILLERMAN. COOL FOR SUMMER . . . MY MIND ON YOUR BODY; YOUR BODY ON MY MIND . . . WODDY WOODPECKER! COWBOY, TAKE ME AWAY, CLOSER TO HEAVEN, CLOSER TO YOU! THIS WOMAN IS MY DESTINY . . . SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME! LOL! LORD, I AIN'T RICH, BUT I AM FREE! I NEED A PIT STOP, NOT A HOUSE . . . POVERELLO PALACE PERFECT, IF WE HAD A BIG SCREEN TV, MOVIES ON FRIDAY NIGHT, INMATES OUT ON TOWN SATURDAY NIGHT! LOL! EINSTIEN'S BAGELS . . . SO MANY SCHMEARS, SO LITTLE TIME! I DON'T WANT TO GET INVOLVED . . . REALLY, SO YOU ARE GOING TO LET A RAPE AND A MURDER GO, BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT TO GET INVOVLED? REALLY? SUSPICIOUS FINDINGS BY AUTOPSY IN CIVIL RIGHTS ACTIVIST, SANDRA BLAND'S DEATH, ALLEGED HANGING, IN TEXAS . . . TRYING TO MAKE HER LOOK LIKE A "CUTTER" AND "CRAZY" ON MEDS, DEPRESSED . . . THOSE WHO KNEW HER BEST, SAID, EVEN BEHIND BARS, WITH ARREST, SHE WAS NOT UPSET OR MAD! HOW IN THE HELL DO YOU HANG YOURSELF WITH A PLASTIC BAG? IT IS NOT STRONG ENOUGH, NOR LONG ENOUGH, TO FIT AROUND SOMEONE'S NECK, AND AROUND A BAR OR LIGHT, AND TOO SHORT, TO ALLOW HER TO STAND ON SOMETHING, AND REACH IN ORDER TO HOOK THE ALLEGED, SUICIDE METHOD AND VEHICLE, IN ORDER TO COMMIT THE ALLEGED HANGING . . . COUNTY ATTORNEYS, PROSECUTORS ARE THE ONES TO DETERMINE THE CAUSE OF DEATH IN MOST STATES; HOWEVER, WHEN IT INVOLVES COPS, TO AVOID ALL PREJUDICIAL DECLARATIONS IN FAVOR OF THE COPS . . . I WOULD TO AVOID THE VERY APPEARANCE OF EVIL, AND FAVORITISM, BY SOMEONE WHO WORKS CLOSELY WITH COPS, DAILY, DEPENDING ON EACH OTHER, BOTH TO CHARGE AND TO FIND THE EVIDENCE TO PROVE A CRIME, LET ALONE COMING TO COURT TO TESTIFY . . . THE PROSECUTOR IN THIS CASE, IS TOO CLOSE TO BE THE ONE TO CALL THE CAUSE OF DEATH, AND RULE IT EITHER A SUICIDE OR A HOMICIDE! GET A PROSECUTOR FROM ANOTHER COUNTY, OR SOME UNINVOLVED SOURCE, WHO IS TRAINED TO LOOK AT THSES THINGS. MANY A MURDER, WAS FIRST CALLED A SUICIDE! I SAW THE ENCOUTNER OF THE WORST KIND, AND OFFICER DOING A ROUTINE TRAFFIC STOP, JUST A VIOLATION FOR AN IMPROPER LANE CHANGE, OR SO HE SAYS, ORDERS MS. BLAND TO PUT OUT HER CIGARETTE, DEMANDS SHE GET OUT OF THE CAR . . . NOW, MIND YOU, WE HAVE SEEN TONS OF UNARMED BLACK, MEN AND AT LEAST ONE WOMAN,WASHINGTION. D.C., WHO HAVE BEEN SHOT AND KILLED, SOME FLEEING FROM OFFICERS, SO SANDRA HAD A DAMNED GOOD REASON TO RESIST GETTING OUT OF THE CAR! THE OFFICER VIOLATED SEVERAL DEPARTMENT POLICIES FOR TRAFFIC STOPS, WAS SCREAMING AT HER, DEMANDING, TO ME, UNREASONABLE COMPLIANCE WITH HIS ORDERS, MUCH LIKE OFFICER WILSON, IN THE MICHAEL BROWN SHOOTINGS IN FERGUSON, WHICH MS. BLAND HAD BEEN WRITING ABOUT ON SOCIAL MEDIA, IN ADDITION TO POLICE BRUTALITY; THEREFORE, THE COPS ACTIONS, SEEMED OUT OF ORDER, NOT ONLY VIOLATING POLICE POLICY, BUT COMMON DECENCY, IN LIGHT OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES SURROUNDING THE STOP . . . WE DON'T KNOW YET, IF THE OFFICER KNEW OF MS. BLANDS ACTIVIST ACTIVITIES, BUT TAKE IT FROM A WOMAN OF SIMILAR BENT, I HAVE JUST SPENT ALL MORNING, WATCHING COP AFTER COP, SOMETIMES TWO ABREAST, APPEARING TO BE CHASING OR FOLLOWING ME, WITH SEVERAL MEN, WHO ARE AT THE POV, SHELTER, WHOM, WALK, TALK AND ACT LIKE COPS, WITH ONE, SWEARING AT ME THE OTHER DAY, AFTER I WROTE ABOUT COPS DOING THIS OR THAT TO ME . . . HE SAID, SOMETHING ABOUT BEING A RAT, AND SWEARING . . . MY FRIEND SANDRA, NATIVE, TURNED AND SAID, ARE YOU TALKING TO ME? WE WERE WALKING OUT OF THE ROOM TOGETHER! HE WAS OUT CRUISING AROUND, LOOKING UP AND DOWN THE STREETS, FOLLOWED BY COP AFTER COP . . . FINALLY, AFTER SEEING ABOUT 10 OF THE, AND TWO, BACK TO BACK, GOING TOO FAST FOR THE RESIDENTIAL SPEED LIMIIT, NEAR THE LIBRARY WHERE I WAS WAITING FOR IT TO OPEN, BUT OUR OF SIGHT, THANK GOD, I DITCHED MY CELL PHONE, I HAVE ONLY HAD FOR A FEW DAYS, SHARING THE NUMBER WITH GRAND JUNCTION POLICE DEPARTMENT, BECAUSE COPS HAVE BEEN NONE STOP, FOLLOWING ME SINCE THE PURCHASE! THEY HAVE TO HAVE REAL GUYS TRACK ME, WHEN I DON'T HAVE ELECTRONICS ON ME, OLD FASHIONED COP WORK, AND THE CIA DUDE THAT FUCKED UP THE BUS SCENARIO, IS NOW, NOT SURPRISINGLY, AT THE SHELTER . . . GUESS I DON'T RECOGNIZE HIM . . . REMATCH, MATCH PLAY? THESE CLOWNS HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO GET ME, CATCH ME, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE CHARGES WOULD BE, IF THEY DID GET ME . . . TROUBLE WITH THE PATRIOT OR UNPATRIOT ACT, IS THEY DON'T NEED CHARGES, AND MURDER, AS IN SANDRA BLAND'S CASE, IS ALLEGEDLY OKAY . . . NOT UNDER THE CONSTITUTION, YOU FUCKERS, CHARGE ME, ARREST ME, ARRAIGN ME, LET ME EITHER REPRESENT MYSELF, OR GET AN ATTORNEY, HOLD A PUBLIC HEARING, WITH A JURY OF MY PEERS, WITH AN IMPARTIAL JUDGE, PROVIDING ME ALL RIGHTS AND PROTECTIONS UNDER THE CONSTITUTIONS, UNITED STATES AND MONTANA CONSTITUTIONS . . . OH, THAT WOULD BE UNFAIR TO THE COPS . . . IT IS NOT THE COPS ASSES IN JAIL, BUT THEIR SHOULD BE, JUST FOR THEIR ACTIONS THIS MORNING . . . INTENT TO HARASS, INTIMIDATE, STALK, BATTER AND ASSAULT . . . YOU CAN HAVE ASSAULT AND BATTERY WITHOUT TOUCHING, THROUGH THREATS! COPS FOLLOWING YOU IN MASS, IS USING A CITY WIDE BATTERING SYSTEM! CELL PHONE BE DAMNED, COPS TOO . . . AS THE OFFICER IN THE SANDRA BLAND CASE, OVERSTEPPED HIS CONSTITUTIONAL POWERS, TO DETAIN, JUST LONG ENOUGH TO GIVE A WARNING OR A TICKET, WITHOUT REMOVIER HER FROM THE VEHCILE OR ASKING HER TO PUT OUT HER CIGARETTE, AND LETTING HER GO ON HER MERRY WAY, PAY THE FINE, WHICH IS ALL THAT IS CALLED FOR, UNDER FAILURE TO SIGNAL, A LANE CHANGE . . . AND THE PISSED OFF COP, DEMANDING COMPLETE OBENIENCE FROM ANYTHING HE RIGHTLY OR WRONGLY ORDERED HER TO DO, LIKE TELLING HER HE WAS GOING TO EXTRIDITE HER FROM THE VEHICLE IF SHE DIDN'T STEP OUT, THEN ORDERING HER ONE THE GROUND, PUTTING HANDCUFFS ON HER . . . SHE MAY HAVE KICKED HIM, BUT HE WAS OUT OF LINE AND VIOLATING POLICE POLICY, TRAFFIC STOP REGULATIONS, AND HER CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS . . . AS A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, ACTIVIST, BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, I WOULD NOT HAVE GOTTEN OUT OF THE VEHICLE, BECAUSE I KNOW FOR FUCKING SURE, THAT THE NEXT TIME I AM FALSELY INCARCERATED, THEY WILL KILL ME, AND HAVE BEEN TRAINING, AT LEAST 6 OTHER JOANNS, TO TAKE THIS DEAD WOMAN'S PLACE . . . FUCKIN' NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. THERE IS OPEN SEASON HUNTING ON FEMALE ACTIVISTS IN THIS COUNTRY . . . THEY ARE VOCAL, NOT PART OF THE OLD BOYZ CLUBZ, DON'T PLAY BY THE SAME RULES, AND UNDER THE PATRIOT ACT, GIVING COPS CARTE BLANCHE POWERS TO DO WHATEVER IN THE FUCK THEY WANT TO WHOMEVER, BUT NOT PROTECTED IN THEIR ACTIONS, ASK THE 8 COPS UNDER INDICTMENT FOR MURDER, AND THERE SHOULD BE ABOUT AT LEAST THAT MANY MORE . . . AND LET A JURY OF THEIR PEER, DECIDE THEIR FATES! THIS IS NOT A POPULARITY CONTEST . . . IT WAS INTERESTING, THAT THIS MORNING, I LOOKED AT THE PAPER STAND OUTSIDE THE LIBRARY, AND THE PAPER IN THE SLOT, OR THE GLASS, WAS FROM SUNDAY, AND HAD YOGA IN THE STREETS, JUST YESTERDAY OR THE DAY BEFORE, I WROTE ABOUT HOT HOUSE YOGA, NOT . . . KAY'S HOUSE IS NOT HOT, SHE HAS A FAT BUDDHA AND A GAY SKATEBOARDER FOR KIDS, SO SHE WANTS MY HOT KIDS, WHO ARE STELLAR CITIZENS AND ROCKIN' WHATEVER FIELD OR ENDEAVORS THEY ARE INVOLVED IN, BEIT, MOTHER HOOD, MUSIC, FIREFIGHTING, OR RUNNING A NATIONAL COMPUTER COMPANY, MAKING FILES FOR MOVIE STARS, POLITICIANS, AND COMPANIES . . . NONE HAVE BEEN IN JAIL OR HAD ISSUES WITH COPS, OTHER THAN BACK IN JUNIOR HIGH, BOTH BOYS, UNDERAGE DRINKING, AND TRYING MARIJUANA . . . THAT IS IT! I DON'T CARE IF KAY IS YOUR FUCKING BOSS, YOUR FUCK BUDDY, YOUR BEND OVER THE COUNTER FOR A QUICKIE IN THE COP SHOP OF ANY LEVEL AND FLAVOR, SHE IS NOT ME, SHE NEVER COULD BE, SHE DOESN'T HAVE THE BRAINS, THE BEAUTY, OR THE BRAVERY . . . SHE IS SLUT, A GOVERNMENT WHORE, A HUSBAND STEALER, REGARDLESS OF STEALING MY NAME, RESUME, EXPERIENCE . . . SHE IS A FUCKIN' AMBULANCE CHASER . . . CHECK OUT, KAY BURNINGHAM, PRACTICED FIRST IN UTAH, THEN IN CALIFORNIA, SAN DIEGO, BACK TO COLORADO, DON'T THINK SHE HAD A LICENSE THERE . . . NOW ALLEGEDLY IN THE SANTA BARBARA AREA, AKA ME! KAY IS RIDING PIGGYBACK ON ME, AND JUMPING OFF NOW AND THEN, WHEN HEAT IS ON HER SCRAWNY ASS, PANCAKE BUTT, NO HIPS, BASICALLY A BOY BODY WITH BOOBS! LOL! ALL FOR THE FUN OF IT KAY, SO MAY SCHMEARS, SO LITTLE TIME! LOL! JOANN VS. JOANN, WITH KAY CHEATING, BECAUSE SHE CAN'T HOLD A CANDLE TO ME, AND SHE IS ALLEGEDLY, THE POLICE DEPARTMENT QUEEN . . . I KEEP TYPOING, "U", BECUASE, YES, THESE FUCKIN' COPS, WANT TO USE ME TO ELEVATE HER, BEYOND WHAT HER HISTORY, CREDENTIALS, EXCPERIENCE, EVEN WITH A 15 YEAR START, BECAUSE IF SHE IS "ME" THEY CAN MAKE HER BE NICER THAN I AM . . . MY THRONE AWAITS ME, BOYZ, GET THER REAL QUEEN, THE ONE, MISSOULA PD HAS BEEN LOOKING FOR ALL MORNING, FIND THE CELL PHONE, AND YOU WILL KNOW THAT THIS BLOG IS SPOT RIGHT ON, AND I WAS HERE! "IT FOLLOWS" . . . .SCREAM, SHE IS BACK, BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK RIDES AGAIN . . . 5 DAYS AND GONE . . . REALLY, TRY THREE YEARS AND COUNTING DOWN TO FOUR! LORD, I AIN'T RICH, BUT I AM FREE! LOL! DIG IT, LOVE IT, FIGHT FOR IT, FOR ALL MANKIND! FREEDOM IS NOT A DREAM! QUEEN FREEDOM, FUCK BEING THE COPS QUEEN, DON'T CARE TO AND WOULD WORRY IF I EVER WAS! KAY IS YOUR BABY . . . ELLIOT IS MINE, THROW BRETT, IN WITH GEORGE AND DALLAS, YOUR FUCKIN' COPS, YOU HAD INFLITRATE MY FAMILY, BACK 15 YEARS AGO, WHEN THE FED FLAVOR OF COPS POISONED ME, THE BIG, BRAVE MEN . . .OR RATHER WIMPS! TALK ABOUT TAKING A CHEAP SHOT . . . OH, WHEN I CAME TO THE LIBRARY, YOU HAVE TO GET A NUMBER, TO GET ON THE COMPUTERS, AND THE COMPUTERS HAVE NAMES OF AUTHORS . . . SYMBOLICALLY, I PULLED, BIG ASS BITCH SISTER'S NAME, "SHELLEY" FOR AUTHOR OF "FRANKENSTEIN, OR THE MODERN PROMETHEUS" . . . NO, SHELLEY, IS NOT PROMESTHEUS, BUT SHE IS THE "BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN, WITH DUCK LIPS, STITCHES AROUND HER EAR AREA, AND OVER HER HEAD, SHE HAS HAD A NOSE JOB, THREE BOOB JOBS, A BUTT AND THIGH SUCK, THAT MAKES A RIDGE, HOW APPROPRIATE FOR SYMBOLIC, TOM RIDGE, FIRST APPOINTED HEAD OF HOMELAND SECURITY, BUT, WHEN SOMEONE GETS PLASTIC SURGERY, LIKE LIPPO, IT SUCKS THE FAT CELLS OUT OF THAT AREA OF THE BODY, BUT WHEN YOU GAIN WEIGHT AGAIN, THE FAT IS DISTRIBUTED DIFFERENTLY, SO WITH A BUTT AND THICH JOB, THE FAT IS DISTRIBUTED TO OTHER AREAS, AND SHELLEY'S SEEMS TO BE A RIDGE UP ABOVE HER ASS, MAKING A SHELF OF SOME SORT . . . OH, AND ONE OF THE ARTICLES IN THE OLD PAPER, WITH THE STREET YOGA IS ONE ENTITLED, "HIGH PRAISE FOR SMITH" . . . BRETT AND SHELLEY, WHEN THEY STARTED STEALING MY SON'S MUSIC, DOING THE "BANDIT" CD'S, I THOUGHT OF THEM AS MR. AND MRS. SMITH, BECAUSE BRETT WAS FUCKING SHELLEY,. ANOTHER STELLER QUALITIY OF THESE SWINGERS, ADULTERERS, FORNICATORS, WIFE SWAPPERS, AND DEVIANTS, YOU WANT AS YOUR KINGS AND QUEENS, UNDER THE CROWN OF ENGLAND, WITH A MORMON PRESIDENT! LOL! I AM THE "HOPE SOVERIEGN" FOR COUNTRIES AND PEOPLE WHO ARE PROUD OF THEIR HERITIAGE AND THEIR COUNTRY . . . THINK, NO MORE WORLD CUP, BUT THE "HUNGER GAMES" AND THAT IS THE WORLD THEY WANT, A RULING ELITE, AND TO CONTROL THE MASSES . . . THEY ARE CLOSING ALL THE ROADS, TAKING AWAY "PUBLIC ACCESS" TO OUR FORESTS AND PUBLIC LANDS, BEIT FOREST OR DESERT, AND SAVING IT TO BE SOLD TO THE RICK AND FAMOUS, WHO, LIKE TED TURNER, PURCHASED AS OWNS OVER 200,000 ACRES IN MONTANA, LARGER THAN GLACIER NATIONAL PARK ACRAGE . . . GO FIGURE, AND ON TOP OF THAT, THERE ARE STILL HUNGRY KIDS IN MONTANA, CONTRIBUTING TO THIS BEAUTIFUL STATE . . . OH, HELL NO . . . HUNGER GAMES! . . .

LEG CRAMPS . . . PURE LIFE, DORITOS, BAYERN, XING . . . DEVIL'S TRIANGLE . . . HOT SHOT FIREFIGHTER, SITTING IN OREGON, WITH NO FIRE, DUE TO SAGE GROUSE ON ENDANGERED SPECIES LIST? WHAT? TRUCK BROKEN DOWN, WAITING FOR PARTS FOR EUROPE? ATF AGENT HUSBAND, PLAYING WITH KIDS IN CALIFORNIA? TRYING TO KEEP MAMA AWAY, WHILE HE AND THE KIDS PLAY, TO WIN THE KIDS? SLOB DAD, COMPETING WITH SARAH TO BE TROPHY WIFE OF THE YEAR, TWO PEAS IN A POD! DALLAS WILL GIVE YOU A RUN FOR YOUR MONEY--YOU WILL BE SUPPORTING HIM, JUST LIKE GRETA HAD TO! LOL! THESE PEOPLE HAVE NO SHAME--NO GUTS, NO GLORY, NO PAIN, NO GAIN--ALL THEIR WAY! SUE, KEVIN, YOU CAN HAVE DALLAS, BUT NOT THE GRANDKIDS . . . DALLAS AND GEORGE ARE UP FOR SALE, YOUR REDHAIRED BITCHES CAN HAVE THEM! LOL! ALL MONEY GRUBBING, BUTT FUCKING FAGGOTS . . . NO SLAM ON GAYS . . . THESE HOMOPHOBS, IN THE CLOSET THEMSELVES, ARE HORRIFIED BY SOMEONE CALLING THE TRUTH ON THEM! MO CHICKS WILL PUT UP WITH THEM! LOL! FUN AND GAMES AT THE SWIMMING POOL . . . MY LOCK WAS CUT OFF, AND LOW AND BEHOLD, MY TICKET TO BOZEMAN, THAT WAS STOLEN THE DAY BEFORE, OR AT LEAST SOMETIME SINCE I TOLD SANDRA ABOUT IT, HAVING BEEN IN MY ZIPPER POCKET FOR TWO MONTH, DIDN'T END UP IN THE RIGHT PLACE--YOU GUYS ARE TO STUPID TO NOTE WHERE IT CAME FROM, VALIDATING THAT YOU TOOK THE TICKET IN THE FIRST PLACE! EQUITY, HALF RED/HALF BLUE . . . FUCK NO! YOU, MOB, GOV, MIB, DON'T GET TO POISON ME, TELL ME I AM GOING TO DIE, STEAL MY NAME, RESUME, CREDENTIALS, EDUCATION, EXPERIENCE, LAW DEGREE, LAW HISTORY AND PRACTICE, CASES, BLOGZ, LEGISLATION, WATER COMPACT CONSTITUTIONAL ANALYSIS, PRESENTATIONS, COOL HISTORY, FAMILY, CHILDREN, ROCK STAR, GRAND CHILDREN, AND AFTER REALIZING THAT I AM NOT GIVING UP, YOUR NOT WINNING, AND YOU WILL MOST LIKELY LOSE, DECIDED THAT YOU ARE GOING TO SPLIT MY FORTUNE, FAMILY, LIFE, AND CUT A DEAL. THERE ARE THREE STAGES TO AN APOLOGY: (1) WHAT I DID WAS WRONG; (2) I FEEL BADLY THAT I HURT YOU; AND (3) HOW CAN I MAKE THIS BETTER? TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE . . . JUST LIKE THE BROCK ET AL V. HERBERT ET AL, $357 MILLION SECURITIES CASE, THAT YOU STOLE . . . ONCE I WON, THERE WAS NO WAY I WAS GOING TO NEGOTIATE A SETTLEMENT WITH THE STATE OF UTAH, GOVERNOR, ATTORNEY GENERAL, DEPARTMENT OF COMMERCE, DIVISION OF SECURITIES, AND 9 OR SO SECURITIES AGENTS, INVESTIGATORS AND ATTORNEYS, FUCK NO! THE GIRLZ CLUB, KAY, SHELLEY, RACHEL, SUSAN, TIFFANY, KELLY ANN, MARCIE, HOPE AND CREW, ALONG WITH THE FUCKING COCKS THAT CONCOCTED THIS LITTLE SCHEME, PLAN, PLOT, CONSPIRACY, ALL NEED TO GO TO PRISON, NOT BE REWARED FOR THEIR WRONG DOING . . . CRIMINALS CAN'T PROFIT FROM THEIR CRIMES . . . PRISON IS THE FIRST STEP! JUSTICE IS NOT MESSY . . . LIES, COVER-UPS, THEFT, FALSE IDENTITY, FAKE ROCK BANDS, FRAUD BROADS, TREASON, ETC., THOSE ARE MESSY, JUSTICE IS NOT!

I'm Cramping Their Style . . . Not Letting Them Steal My Family Dollars!  Patience is a Virtue . . . Delayed Gratification Rewarding!

 

So, I just got off the phone with my daughter, in the first place, the fucker at Walmart the night I purchased the phone, definitely put a bug or allowed someone to put a bug on the phone, because, everytime I call someone, there is this buzz that goes off, much like when your cell phone is on silence, and then someone calls, and the phone doesn't ring, but buzzes as the vibrating phone, moves around on the table, that is the sound this phone makes, before the actual phone call or person, picks up the other end of the line!  But, I do have to remember that I am sharing the number with Grand Junction cop shop . . . and most likely they, the minions, the useful idiots, those serving the talking toys or the girlz club and will have taken orders to turn the phone over to Shelley, Big Mama, the grand pooh pa of the crew of gals . . . or is it little Kay? 

 

They are both sad, sorry, excuses for mothers, for wives, for workers, and welfare queens, living and sponging off me, deriving all sustainence and nurture from my effort and work, both past and present!  LOL!  Eat up girlz . . . But, as the sign on one of the buses--5 Days and Done--on one of the busses, not necessarily the 7 and 9, that were rerouted, just like my blog hits! . . . that were detoured and delayed, as I waited for either one of them to pick me up, on Orange and just below Gregg Street, near the gas station, inward bound--standing there, the electronic sign, is where I got some of the messages, that tell me what is going on, seeing the bus, actually, turn off Orange, where it was suppose to go, and taking the light before where I was standing, so patiently listening to gospel music on SOS recieving spiritual guidance, nurture and a strong dose of calm, being tired from swimming and working out, and carrying the two overloaded dog pack and black purse, that I was hoping for safe stay behind the golden lock and keys, in the safety of the Aquatic Center . . . they can bring in agents and pay off staff, just as easy there as they can at the Poverello Center, or among the troups at both, as it appears they have . . . gotta know, every move, every converstation, every destination, ever communication, every piece of attire, so the shadow chicks can impersonate!  How fucking boring!  LOL!

Interesting Messages on the Electronic Sign

• Pure Life . . . that would be me!  I have lived my life in such a manner, as to protect my name, my reputation, my family name, and my professional life, being true to my oath, taken the day I was sworn in to the practice of law, and long before that as a mother and a student.  Now these fucking fakes, want to tarnish their own fucked up, trashy, whorey names, and steal everything that is mine, including a fucking ticket to Bozeman, that I purchased, at the same time, I took my last trip to Durango, to see if I could hook up with JAMES KENNEDY AGAIN . . . the day, I was going to go up to Kalispell, when things got dicey around Missoula, I saw a guy, who had hair about the length of James', and was dressed casually, like he might be, but he was asleep, with his body, crossing over several seats, that had dividers between them, making for a very uncomfortable sleep, but, for some reason, not knowing that the ticket was gone yet, the thought came to mind, that if I used the ticket, that I thought was still in my purse, Kennedy might be killed, could be in Bozeman, or I had mentioned to him, the last time I saw him, and he told me I might like going to Durango, seeing he like it there, and there were surveillance cameras on us . . . so I told him no, I had a job application into Montana State University, so I would not be coming to Durango . . . next morning changed my mind . . . love it love, and a job is just a job, so I decided to go to Durango, got poisoned, went to Kalispell to die, then later, when I didn't die, I went to Durango, hoping that James would still be there!  Signs of Mr. Kennedy as of late . . . have I actually seen James?  No, but there have signs that would indicate, that he has been near, might be watching me, and could be assessing the surroundings for spooks, mob, and others who might kill him, as has been the fate of at least 4 other love interests and 21 friends, who would not roll over on me or lie!  The other day, as is my pattern, I was walking to McDonald's, to get breakfast and read the newpaper, always getting breakfast #10, two burritos, hashbrowns, and a large Diet Coke, so no surprise . . . but as I was walking there, after getting my monthly check, which is so far below what the government has taken, and worth it to the tax payers for my efforts to train a nation on the Constitution, conspiracies and cop corruption, etc., I don't feel one bit bad--I should be worth about $1 million a day for my blog, so . . . but as I was crossing the street, on the other side of the Pov, there were these large, beat up, boat shoes . . . not something normally seen in Montana, but maybe on Martha's Vineyard at the beach.  What the hell, the first sign, that James, might have been in Durango, gun shy from being shot, and to let support to his theory of being shot in a drive by, in Butte, there was another one, just last week, a 62 year old man, allegedly three suspects left the vehicle they were in, but left the Colt 45 in the car, as they allegedly ran, never any suspects, when it was the cops who shot him in the first place!  But, the first morning I got up and walked out of the shelter in Durango, there were a pair of boots, not really hiking boots, not really cowboy boots, just a brown pair of shoe/boots, just like a man was standing in them, looking at the mountains . . . the boat shoes were layed out just like that, like the guy wearing them, had just paused for a few minutes and stood there.  At least it caused me to stop and wonder, hope, miss.  Later in the day, I was going to the hospital, like I am right now, after having a great lunch at their Blarney Stone Grill, so good, real food . . . check my Walmart card for proof, great way to see where I am . . . cash when I don't want to be tracked, card when I want to be tracked or you need proof!  But, a week or so ago, there was this truck in the emergency parking at the hospital, St. Patrick's . . . was in Butte for St. Patrick's Day, most Kennedy's are Irish . . . so, symbolism there too, and James is rumored to be a righteous dude by bikers, thus having the nick name of "Angel."  But, I had just made reference to the fact that I had written about James and I, sitting on a porch overlooking a Kansas farm, holding hands and looking at the sunset, and later, a new version of the song by Grand Funk Railroad, Bad Time to Fall in Love . . . started with a finger heart, looking at a sunset, and other love symbols in the video and so when I saw this truck with a rocking chair in the back, after seeing the boat shoes, about the size he would wear, it made me stop and stare.  KISSES . . .
• Doritos . . . for some reason, in this brain, signs and symbols, more complicated than a federal tax code manual, that has come to mean, you are toast, the end, over . . . hopefully meaning that the 10,000 glass slippers of Cinderella evidence, has not gone unnoticed, and my Prince Charming will come . . . the ultimate romantic!
• Bayern . . . Kay Burningham, aka, JoAnn S. Secrist, or Joann Secrist, my law double, Lotaj . . . that is a sporting good store or brand of something, I took it to mean, "Lot of Jay or JoAnn", she may be an attorney, we were friends, went to junior high and high school together, could relate when other friends talked of babies and diapers, while we, me with babies even, and her without, not married yet . . . hard pressed to push Kay as my kids mother . . . I had all four kids by the time Kay even got married!  LOL!  But, we were both debaters, she was in law school or getting close to graduating, and we had lunch in Salt Lake City, Utah with high school friends, and we kept rolling our eyes at the trivial conversation of our mutual friends, that niether one of us could relate to, or I thought . . . Kay goes to the high school reunions, I never have . . . little sister, Susan Shit, or Schmidt, actually got my invitation, when I had lived in my house a year and a half, so what is up with that, trying to take my place, I know her daughters, the redheaded whores, Sarah and Meggie, are trying to or could be, in this polygamy offering Mo Shit bag church, using that to entice and recruit men . . . hey, I want more than one man . . . actually I am married to two . . . Brett, Kay's honey, would never divorce my NAME, resume and children, and same with Allan Rex Bess, or Frank of InterPol!  He just took Shelley as his concubine and said that Isaac and her clan, was his and my children, folding Elliot, and God's Revolver Band, right into the mix to cover the former theft of music, and now DITCH and the DELTA music . . . nice!  Bayern is a brand of beer, and Kay lived at Half Moon Bay, California, so that is were the connection comes in, and that was Brett's favorite place on earth, leading me to believe that he and Kay were partners even before he and I met, setting up the marriage and no divorce, but stealing the music . . . all my partners were more than willing to sign up for marriage to get to my name, and my son's band's fortune, easy sell!  But, I am legally married to Brett and Frank, who staged his own suicide, but is collecting Allan Rex Bess' V.A. and Social Security, plus stole all the Bess family wealth, along with Shelley, the assassin team!
• Xing . . . hopefully, many of you, readers, agents, freedom lovers, WE THE PEOPLE, who read this blog are seeing this shit show for what it is . . . all about money, power, deception, perks, prestige, government access, Mo church purchasing power, and taking these fake fucks to the top of the U.S. Government . . . yesterday, I had lunch at Jimmy Johns, and there was this t-shirt the delivery guy was wearing and it said . . . I Love My Job and the word, Jimmy was between the two "I Love" and "My Job" . . . Jimmy Robinson, symbolic, a mixer for the Doors, whom have been compared to God's Revolver or the other way around, probably did the different mix on the music for both, God's Revolver CD's, Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider? and the second CD, that was never named, with Sony wanting just a remix to release the album that the band worked for 5 years on . . . Elliot did the remix on his part and the rest of the band, refused, saying they could not get along, all were friends of Isaacs . . . take Elliot out, and replace with Isaac!  Nice, surely, Shelley and Jimmy are Robbing my son!  As are shit load of cops of all flavors and sizes, up and down the shit show lane!  Hopefully, if you love God's Revolver, Maraloka, Old Time Parallax and now The DITCH and the DELTA, "MY RUST" . . . you will stop this bull shit and be a crime stopper, taking down these lazy as fuckers, who pride themselves in FOOLING YOU!

CRIMINALS CAN'T JUST STEAL SOMEONE'S FAME, NAME, CASES, BLOBZ, AND PROFIT FROM THEIR CRIMES, OR AT LEAST, NOT IN AMERICA!

EXPLOSIVE GROWTH--EXTREME FIRE BEHAVIOR . . . "GOVERNMENT IS NOT REASON; IT IS NOT ELOQUENT; IT IS A FORCE. LIKE FIRE IT IS A DANGEROUS SERVANT AND A FEARFUL MASTER." (GEORGE WASHINGTON) CROSSFIRE: DONALD TRUMP #1?--TRUMPETING HATE VS. IN "DON'T BULLY" SOCIETY, ETIQUESTTE TRUMPS AUTHENTICITY . . . THE JUXTAPOSITION OF THESE TWO ARTICLES IN THE OPINON SECTION IN TODAY'S MISSOULIAN NEWSPAPER, NOT ONLY ANSWERS THE SECOND COLUMNISTS SUPPOSITION, BUT THE FIRST ARTICLE TRUMPETS, IN A LOUD WAY, WHAT THE CARTOONIST IN THE GREAT CARTOON ABOVE THE ARTICLE, SO BOLDY AND OBVIOUSLY PORTRAYS, WHAT THE SECOND WRITER, IS TRYING TO SAY . . . BUT IN SO DOING, CUTS OFF HER NOSE TO SPITE HER FACE, SHOOTS HERSELF AND HER ARGUMENTS IN THE FOOT . . . SHE TRASHES JESUS, STATING THAT HE WOULD DO ANYTHING THAT FEELS GOOD . . . GO BACK TO THE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, YOU GRADUATED FROM, BECAUSE YOU MISSED THE POINTS OF THE CATHOLIC NUNS YOU TOUT, SMACKING THEM IN THE FACE, FOR TEACHING YOU WRONG . . . TAKING, "JUDGE NOT THAT YEA, BE NOT JUDGE" AND TRANSLATING THAT INTO, WE SHOULD JUDGE, WE HAVE A RIGHT TO JUDGE, WE ARE BEING INAUTHENTIC IF WE DON'T JUDGE, AND MOST OF ALL WE VOTE! MS. FLOWERS, AN ATTORNEY AND COLUMNIST--BAD ARGUMENTS, GOOD WRITER, CAN GO ONLINE TO THE MISSOULIAN, READ READ LEANORD PITTS ARTICLE ON A VERY AUTHENTIC MR. TRUMP, WRITING ONE OF THE FUNNIEST LIINES I HAVE READ IN POLITICS . . . NOW, MR. PITTS, REFERENCES, SOME STATEMENTS MADE BY TRUMP AS OF LATE, LIKE WE ARE GOING TO BUILD A BORDER WALL, TO KEEP THE RAPISTS OUT, AND MAKE MEXICO PAY FOR IT--LOOKING AT THE 17% OF THE GOP OR REPULBICANS WHO PUT DONALD TRUMP AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP OF THE "SWEET 16" CANDIDATES FOR PRESIDENT, SAYS, YOU ARE PUTTING A "LOUD-MOUTHED, ATTENTION-SEEKING SELF AGGRANDIZING CARNY BARKER AS FIT FOR PRESIDENT." HE IS, HOWEVER, "AUTHENTIC" AND STRONGBOW, HIT FRESH, WHEN HE CRITICIZED MCCAIN, FOR HIS CHOICE FOR VP, SARAH PALIN! LOL . . . I THINK WHAT WE LIKE, IS HE IS MAKING THE RACE FUN, CALLING PEOPLE LIKE MCCAIN, AND LINDSAY GRAHAM--YUCK--IDIOTS . . . AND IN RETURN, HE IS CALLED AN ASSHOLE . . . MANY A PERSON HAS BEEN CALLED AN ASSHOLE FOR TRASHING ETIQUETTE, WHICH YOU SAY WE PREFER, AND TO SOME EXTENT THAT IS TRUE, BUT THE FORCE OF GOVERNMENT IS SHOWING "EXTREME FIRE BEHAVIOR" OPTING FOR "AUTHENTICITY" OVER PROPER DECORUM, AND PERHAPS GOING FOR THE REAL INTENT AND MEANING OF JESUS' TEACHINGS, ABOUT JUDGING, RATHER THAN YOUR MORE SHALLOW, "WE VOTE"; THEREFORE, WE JUDGE, MAKING REFERENCE TO THE LESBIAN TEACHER, YOUR OLD ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, IS NOT GOING TO RENEW HER TEACHING CONTRACT, IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY OR JUDGE ABOUT IT! THIS IS BASED ON YOUR JUDGING HER TEACHING ON HER LESIANISM, NOT THE CONTENT OF HER TEACHING MATERIAL, THE STYLE, PASSION, LOVE OF STUDENTS, IN A VERY TEACHERLY MANNER . . . THAT IS CALLED BIGOTRY, PREJUDICE, DISCRIMINATION . . . THANK GOD FOR POPE FRANCIS, YOUR LEADER, WHO SAID, WHEN ASKED ABOUT GAY MARRIAGE, FOLLOWING THE TEACHINGS OF JESUS . . . WHO AM I TO JUDGE? THIS IS THE HOPE WE ARE TALKING ABOUT, NOT SOME FLUNKY ATTORNEY/COLUMNIST! AND HE WENT ON TO SAY TO CATHOLICS AND THE WORLD AT LARGE, WHO ARE WE TO JUDGE SOME GAY PERSON, WHO IS FAITHFUL AND WANTS TO REMAIN A PRACTICING CATHOLIC . . . LET THEM COME! STAY OUT OF PEOPLE'S BEDROOMS, HOW CAN YOU LOVE A GOD YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN? WHEN YOU CAN'T LOVE THE PEOPLE, HE TELLS AND COMMANDS YOU TO LOVE, WHOM YOU HAVE SEEN . . . IT IS GOD'S TO JUDGE, YOURS TO LOVE! GAYS ARE JUST TRYING TO BE AUTHENTIC, FOR ONCE, AND BE WHO THEY ARE, SEXUALLY, IN THE WORKFORCE, AS YOUR NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR, SO GROW THE FUCK UP, OR GO BACK TO ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, ON YOUR WAY TO LAW SCHOOL, YOU MISSED THE TEACHINGS OF THE NUNS AND CHRIST, AND WHAT YOU GET IS TRUMP! BUT HE IS AUTHENTIC, GOOD, BAD OR UGLY! AND I AGREE WITH YOU, WE NEED AUTHENCITY OVER ETIQUETTE . . . I AM KIND OF A TRAGIC HERO LIKE STEVE JOBS, CREATIVE, THOUGHT LEADER, SOME HAVE SAID BRILLIANT, BUT, LIKE JOBS, PEOPLE HATED HIM, LOVED TO HATE HIM, BUT REALIZED WHAT HE HAD TO OFFER THE TECH WORLD, WAS INCREDIBLY VALUABLE . . . THE GOVERNMENT IN TRYING TO CONTAIN MY FIRE, RATHER THAN TRYING TO KILL ME, AND COVERING THE ASSES OF THE ETIQUETTE FRAUD BROADS, SHOULD HAVE JUST, HIRED THEM AS THEMSELVES, PROMOTING THE U.S. CONSTITUTION AND THE AMERICAN WAY, BUT THE PROBLEM WAS, AS IS THE CASE WITH MS. CHRISTINE FLOWERS, THEY DIDN'T LIKE THE WAY THE U.S. GOVERNMENT OR A PROPER INTERPRETATION OF THE CONSTITUTION WITH "DUE PROCESS" AND "EQUAL PROTECTION" FOR ALL, SECURING RIGHTS AND PRIVILEGES, NOT FOR A SELECT FEW, BUT FOR THE COMMON WELFARE, GENERAL DEFENSE, AND JUSTICE FOR ALL, PART OF A MORE PERFECT UNION AND DOMESTIC TRANQUILITY! SO, IN THE BUSH/CHENEY LIKE MANNER OF GONIG FOR THE FALSE G.O.D., OF GOLD, OIL, AND DRUGS, THE CIA, FBI, NSA, DIA SCANNERS, MO CHURCH AND OTHER BRITISH LOYALISTS, TOOK THE ALLEGED GREAT PAR EXCELLENCE GIRLZ, AND TRAINED THEM IN ETIQUETTE, FASHION, PLASTIC SURGERY, CHARM, MALE EGO STROKING, AND OBEDIENCE SCHOOL OF SARAH PALIIN! LOL! AND WANTED TO BURY, THE VERY AUTHENTIC ME . . . I AM A BIG DEAL! LOL! I SAW THE QUOTE ON THE BACK OF SOME TEENAGER'S HAT, ON MY BUS RIDE TO BONNER . . . HOW MUCH MORE AUTHENTIC CAN A SUPREME COURT HOLDING BAR MEMBER, AND BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, GET, THAN TO ADMIT SHE RIDES THE BUS AND IS STAYING AT THE HOTEL POVERELLO . . . JUST LIKE HOTEL CALIFORNIA, IN THE EAGLES FAMOUS SONG . . . YOU CAN GET IN, BUT YOU CAN NEVER GET OUT! LOL! I TRIED TO GO TO GLACIER NATIONAL PARK AND HIDEOUT, BUT THE FUCK FAKES ARE THERE, SO I GOT A TAXI, BOOKED IT BACK TO MISSOULA AND THE SAFE CONFINES OF THE POV . . . POV LOVE! LOL! GREAT POLITICAL CARTOON ON OPPOSITE PAGE, OR UNDER MS. FLOWERS ARTICLE, WITH PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE, HILLARY CLINTON'S FACE ON A PLANET, SAYING . . . BERNIE SANDERS IS NOT EVEN A PLANET . . . I GUESS SUGGESTING, ETIQUETTE OVER AUTHENTICITY? OR AUTHENTICITY OVER ETIQUETTE? LOL! I LOVE POLITICS AND GO THROUGH COMPLETE WITHDRAWL AFTER EVER ELECTION CYCLE THAT KEEPS ME IN STITCHES AND ENTERTAINS ME FOR ABOUT 2 YEARS, UNTIL THE ELECTIONS ARE OVER . . . IF I EVER WANT A LAUGH, I GO BACK TO THE 2008 AND 2012 PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION CLIPS OF SARAH PALIN'S INTERVIEWS, WITH PEOPLE LIKE KATY CURIC, OR MITT ROMNEY'S STATEMENT, WHEN TAKING PICTURES WITH INNER CITY BLACK CHILDREN . . . WHO LET THE DOGS OUT, NERVOUS AS A CAT ON A HOT TIN ROOF!

Quote of the Day, Goes to Ms. Flowers

"Jesus would do anything that feels good . . . who are we to make another person feel unwanted by our value set, right?"

DAMNED RIGHT, I SAY!

This morning as I headed out the door of the Pov, without make up, very authentic and without my daily make-up mask, heading to the Break Coffee Cafe' for a piece of their amazing quiche and a Diet Coke, two actually, my cold coffee, and a read in the newspaper, about all the wild fires, both up in Glacier, and in other hot spots around the state of Montana, causing great angst and concern for tourists, who planned their vacations to the Crown Jewel of the Nation, Glacier National Park, and having to change vacation plans, visit different parts of the park, and some have had to leave their RV's and stay in lodging of other venues, like motels and hotels, not as green and fun as camping out under the stars, in your traveling home, parked near a river, stream or out with the bears!  

Not LOL . . . my Yellowstone buddy, just updated me on the buffalo goring at the other Montana National Park . . . Yellowstone!  Some crazy chick, wanted her picture taken with a buffalo, not more than 20 yards from where she was standing, and as unpredictable as an extreme fire behavior kind of like the Arizona fire, that turned directions, and burned 19 Hot Shot Firefighters, this wild creature, doing his basic instincts, turned on this girl, and gored her, with his huge ass horns, and tossed her in the air, like a rag doll!  Hasn't anyone seen the State Farm Insurance commercial, with the two dudes, visiting Yellowstone National Park, and having a monster buffalo, started to gore their blue Geo Metro or Ford Fiesta . . . closing their eyes, and hoping their insurance adjuster shows up to take them out of this reality?!  Then the agent pops up in the back seat, just as terrified of the beast as the Park visitors are . . . great commercial, great view of nature, and reality . . . my Uncle, always says, if you don't deal with reality . . . reality will deal with YOU!  Amen Brother!

The Good News Is . . . Fire Boots Elk Habitat . . . Bull Moose in a Pink Shirt!

Now, once out of the safety of the Poverello Palace . . . although, I started carrying my bare necessities in a doggie pack, rather than hauling my big ass, black, fringe, very cool, American West Brand, bling, leather purse around town, and some how, some where, and I am guessing in my locker at the Pov . . . those stealth CIA guys, like cats, sneaky and light footed, but with butterfingers, got in my zipper, coin section of my purse, this last week, and stole a two month old ticket to Bozeman I purchased at the same time, I purchased another ticket, deciding to go to Durango, Co., giving Mr. James Kennedy one more shot at this mother of a Hot Shot Firefighter, rather than do the responsible thing, like get the job at the college, pay taxes, work an 8 to 5 again . . . would rather live under a viaduct, and I am right there, believe me!  LOL!  After ditching out of the Pov . . . to go to Kali, Whitefish, and Glacier, never thinking, that after 2 years of great escapes on the Golden Triagle Transit, getting me from Kalispell to Shelby to Great Falls, and back again, without going undetected, taking me about 300 miles, through Glacier Park, amazing drive, in and of itself, and I get to relax and leave the driving to the driver, to see all the great scenery on the way, the fuckers, would stop my vacation plans in East Glacier, at the Hostel behind Sorano's . . . a secret, with beds for just $15 per night, planning on hiking Two Medicines area, on the Blackfoot side of the Park, without Indian trackers, bloodhounds and federal agents, dressed up like Theador Roosevelt, in Rough Riders . . . but in out of date, shorty shorts, that I laugh at, when the guys at the Pov, where them, stuck in the styles of the 70's and 80's!  LOL!  And of course the feds arrive on Divine Transportation . . . Mormon Church Transit!  LOL!

So, right as I get my hot quiche and Diet Coke, with the names of Friend and BFF, which stands for Best Friend Fucked me . . . in the case of You vs. YOU! some guy, of course, walks in, with a shirt, that has the back sides of three females, even the right hair colors, of the main, fraud broads, Shelley, Kay . . . both in the brunette classification of the hair dye isles at grocery stores, and one blonde, Rachel's salon pas, color, all three with American Flags, covering their asses!  That is after, sitting on the bus bench on Spruce, near the round-about, seeing at least 6 cops, 5 in vehicles, and 1 motorcycle cop, WHO ALL SAW ME--CAN IDENTIFY ME . . . probably the same one who was sneaking around McD's, the day, I dodged the CIA agent, of the GEN X, age on a BMX bike, looking like a skater dude, even had hair like my blonde haired son, Chris, when the dude, doesn't have long waves of the surfer side of the Xers!  LOL . . . this guy, while I was watching him, safe at Subway, even got on his bike and road around the bus station looking for me . . . ah, yeah, CIA or FBI, but, like I say, I have complete faith, they will fuck it up!  LOL!  Because they have for at least 3 and a half, fucking years of chasing me!  LOL!  Chalk another one up for JoAnn Bond vs. James Bond . . . or rather Jeff Bond, might like the boy, if we could ever get on the same side . . . Why can't we be friends . . . song that came on while at Subways!  How appropriate . . . I have tried, but you guys, want the T&A, ta-ta chicks, rather than someone who could actually teach you the right version of America!  Consider this an offer . . . here is a good faith offering . . . 

Government Immunity Only Covers Your Ass If You Follow Well Established Laws . . . Constitution is 240 Years of Good Law . . . Patriot Act You are Following, and the Chicks Your Are Covering, 14 Years of Unconstitutional Law and Criminal Activity . . . NEWSFLASH . . . NOT COVERED!

While the Bush Patriot Act Doctrine, makes all you fuckers, allegedly covered, that is only, if the law is not unconstitutional in the first place, and I can prove, when applied to CITIZENS, it is unconstitutional, illegal, and unlawful, the way it has been applied in MY case . . . covering the asses of three bitches, you all claimed covered and supported as me, won't fly in a court of law, because, identity theft, under any law, is fraud, fraudulent conveyance, infringement on copyright and intellectual property, misrepresentation, malfeasance and misfeasance while in office, and makes you fodder for a FUCKING HUGE ASS, CIVIL RIGHTS claim, under Title 42, Section 1983, for violating my civil and constitutional rights, by statute and law, while acting under color, in your official capacities!  And, just like Dylann Storm Roof, was charged with, HATE CRIMES, try that addition onto the charges, boyz and girlz, theft, lying, murder, and the crimes that you have protected the girlz club from, are FUCKING CRIMES AND NOT COVERED IN ANY ONE'S BOOK, ESPECIALLY, A CIVIL RIGHTS ATTORNEY TRAINED, U.S. BLACK, FEMALE, ATTORNEY GENERAL!  I am sure there is some title 9 shit too, crimes against women or one woman, supporting the AH, CRIMINALS!

The good thing about Montana, over any community, that is near and dear to the Mormon Church, is the fact that the majority of the state, unlike the CIA, FBI and Mo NSA, housing 30,000 spies in Utah, is that they really don't like Mormons, running their state, and I believe, that they will, I.D. people . . . and when I say I am at the Pov . . . they will check, not give carte blanche approval for the Mo lies, liars, and fraud bitches, stating that someone is at the POV, that has never stepped foot there!  That is where, my DITCH WITCH efforts come in, paying the taxi, Glacier Taxi, $35.50, costing me more to get across town, from the Kalispell Hospital, Patient Admitting area, where the desk help and me, called taxi after taxi company, with all out of business, trying to get me to the shuttle on time, the great, Salish-Kootenai Transit . . . that gets me back and forth, between Missoula and Kali, for $30.50!  Thank you for taking the time to write out grants, team with Greyhound, and get me to the church on time!  LOL!  As for Grand Junction Function . . . too close to Mo town, Moab, and Judge Lyle, or Lie All Anderson, who covered for the Ditch Witches, and locked me in solitary confinement for 9 days, 24 hours lock down and helped the bitches and bastards, that always want to take credit for my work, but not give me the credit for it, because it is not going to be used for the Mormon agenda, which coincides with the Bush agenda, of a ONE WORLD ORDER . . . coming right from Bush 41's mouth!

Blonde in a Pink, Bull Moose T-Shirt . . . Those Ta-Tas Hardest for the Boys to Give UP!  LOL!  They, the Club, has the Male Gender Figured Out!  LOL!

So, while I am sitting at the bus bench, on Spruce, God, my Intel man is going on steroids, giving me the briefing for the day, just like the Prez, gets his update daily, so do I, and generally I don't like it, because the spin doctors in the counter-intelligence agencies, have gone into guard dog stage for the girlz or I like to call them, after the local company, PDQ, or in my words and God's symbols . . . Police Department Queens, the gals they all love to love, going up against myself, because they are all me, and using my name, credentials, blog, cases, etc., and even family, from my Intel . . . Garden City Harvest truck . . . red for famous, power, passion . . . and writings I have done while in Missoula, are being given credit to, HOT HOUSE YOGA (NOT) . . . Kay is the Yoga Queen, not in my purview of like exercises, although as I get stiff joints, from sleeping in a different bed each night, or not in a bed at all, about 100 nights per year, on the run, all night, generally making up for sleep on the public transit, getting awakened by some patient Mountain Line Transit, bus driver . . . sending me onto the next sleeping car in the train of buses!  LOL!  Gotta make up some way, like I said, it is hard to be homeless . . . can't just take a nap at home!  LOL!

So, while all the cops are reporting to their beat, and I am trying to Beat the Heat, God is telling me, that all the great blogs I have done in Missoula, like the Gang of 8, Breakfast Club, Bandana Wearing, Rowdy McD's Crew, funny stuff, is being credited to the PD Queens again!  SCREAM, that fucking motorcycle cop, slipping through the parking lot behind McD's that day, is LYING!  Hot yoga, would be Kay . . . only, she has male pattern baldness . . .or have her boobs, mesmerized you, and you have never checked out her hair?  She is very much the girl next door!  As plain as the day is long . . . Rachel, however is a different story, but hey, with $50,000 worth of plastic surgery, I would look a whole lot better than going swimming each day, doing it the natural way . . . like TWO fucking cops, didn't see me, standing at the Orange Street and 5th Bus Sign, waiting, with wet hair, for the BUS!  No, Rachel doesn't frequent the swimming pool, try your local breast augmentation specialist!  LOL!  Before the chick wearing the Pick Bull Moose T . . . I would imagine that is in honor of Sarah Palin, Alaska moose slayer, or lipstick on a pit-bull . . . what a male line, coaching . . . blah . . . LOL, Rachel's one day of politics was over, after going to a Sarah Palin (pal in--BFF?) rally in Las Vegas, with Tiffany, one of the other Southwick fraud broads . . . I have fucking 5 other sisters, who have all participated in this Epic Steel of "I'm a BIG DEAL" thrill to be me . . . but, when I was at Rachel and Kay's house in Cove, Utah, on the night of the third presidential election debates, asking Rachel to join me in watching the debate, I could not wait to watch . . . she said, NO, my politicking days were over the day, mind you DAY, I campaigned for Sarah Palin . . . and McCain lost!  That alone should be a clue . . . I hate Sarah Palin as much as I hate shopping . . . Rachel loves both!  LOL!

Rachel's married name is MOOSEMAN!  Great info, God, good news after sending me the Garden City Harvest . . . followed by HOT YOGA HOUSE, indicating to me, that in my battle against myself, or the three to six, women claiming to be me, and taking credit for me, that my writing about my Hot Shot Firefighter, Greta . . . and the rest of MY HOT HOUSE, kids who are stellar in everything from politics to business, to music, with the RING OF FIRE, JOHNNY CASH, being REPLACED with RED BAND RISING . . . the DITCH and the DELTA, my child with flaming locks of red fire hair, and famous caboose to my train of HOT SHOT CHILDREN, ALL OF THEM . . . ARE ONCE AGAIN BEING CREDITED TO FUCKING KAY, WHO RAISED HER TWO DUMBASS BOYS, WITH ILLEGAL ALIENS FROM MEXICO, WHO DIDN'T SPEAK THE LANGUAGE . . . ST. PATRICK'S SLOGAN FOR BABY CENTER . . . I LOVE . . . IT MATTERS WHERE YOU GOT YOUR START!  And it shows a blonde haired mother, with a new baby on her chest . . . simple birth, simple good child raising tactics to make smart . . . already beautiful, good genes or good Jeans, my family, great kids . . . and like the saying goes . . . no success can compensate, Kay, Brett, Shelley, Rachel, for failure in the home . . . the Mormon statement I followed and aboded by!  Hot Yoga or not . . . the famous house of kids, is MY HOUSE . . . not yours!  You get the GOP, Donald Trumps version of all Mexicans, your sons are rapists!  Your into racial profiling, you Bushie Bitch!  But the cops NEEDHAM . . . name of a jeweler . . . or need Ms. Fake Ass, or No Ass . . . again, can't be me, I have a booty that rocks!  

Yes, you boyz are going to look the fools you are, when the world discovers your LIES, BITCHES, and PETS!  You should have ditched the bitches a long time ago . . . but, bastards are not that smart!  LOL!  You might have to use your head in your head, rather than your DICK!  All these women are so far removed from who I am, I.D. them . . . two cops, watched me walk into the Pov the other day, think, think, think, with your fucking HEAD for once!  Rachel is a Bull Moose(man)!

Similarities Between My Father--Daddy Bull Moose, Rachel Promoter and Comedian Bill Cosby!  A Total Joke to Have Entertained the Idea of Substituting Your ONLY SUPERSTAR Daughter, ME . . . PEERLESS!

People are upset, in and of the fact that the Cos and the Cosby Show, was the American family!  The Coster, promoting good, sound parenting advice, morals, got on his soap box, preached and scolded his audiences . . . much as my father would do; however, when the vail is lifted, under the smoke screen of the World's Greatest Grandpa, he is really the BAD GRANDPA, stealing from JoAnn, to pay, Shelley, Sue, Rachel, Marcie, Rachel and Tiffany, his obedient daughters, who allegedly stayed the Mormon course, or stuck with the program, didn't have abortions, go to law school, didn't, some of them, divorce, like that out of control JOANN, and her rowdy family of, stable, solid, smart, beautiful, accomplishing children, fruit doesn't fall far from the tree Daddy-O!  And neither do your lying, conniving, money grubbing, gold digging, salon paw bitches, in your litter of kids, the Mo dream dad!  I was the only one to see through your bull shit program, and go a separate way from the Southwick MOB family, Motown, St. Bull George, Utah, with their Bull Moose(man), boob crazy, Mormon Male, priesthood!  Polygamy and all, total BULL SHIT!

No, Bill Cosby and My father have much more in common than their advanced AGE!  They are both, like Christ called the Sandhedrin, made up of the Pharisees and Sadducee's, Like whited sepulchres on the outside and full of dead man's bones on the inside . . . 26 to date, JoAnn supports and lovers, fucking MURDERED!  The one thing I tend to agree with Ms. Christine Flowers . . . symbolic names, cheater, Jennifer Flowers, one of the President's gals . . . Bill Clinton, a cheater also, with ya, Hillary, but in her article, she talks about bullies . . . this family gang, made up of extended family, cops, friends, clients, the ones who could be bribed, and brought on board, as most were, and if not, they were killed in this so called game of the extremely bright, but corrupt as hell CIRCLE OF FIRE . . . have the characteristics of a bully and murderer, who killed 5 people in England, raped and sexually assaulted 2 woman, bullied 5 kids, terrorizing them, taking their innocence, as BAD GRANDPA's do to his grandchildren, encouraged to join the FANCY Club of family members and lie about JOANN, ELLIOT and the REST of the TRUE HOT SHOTS . . .never could Kay, Brett, Frank aka Alan, Shelley or any of them raise . . . because they are JUDGEMENTAL, just like Ms. Flowers!

Jesus said, basically, LOVE THE SINNER, NOT THE SIN!  HE HAD ALL OF THE REST COVERED!  IT IS CALLED GRACE FOR THE ETIQUETTE CROWD, THE POLISHED . . . the:

TOTALLY INAUTHENTIC AND UNABASHEDLY LIARS!

CIRCLE OF FIRE . . . I AM A BIG DEAL!   

 

RUG GRIPPER . . . THREE GOONS, WATCHING ME WALK OUT OF HOSTEL, LICENSE PLATE WITH "HOFF", REMINDING ME, OF 3 PEOPLE WHO DIED, FRIEND STEVE CHRISTIANSEN--PIPEBOMB IN CAR, IF I REMEMBER--GARY AND KATHY SHEETS, PRESENT BOMB EXPLODED ON FRONT DOOR! MURDERS STARTED, WHEN THE FRAUD WAS FOUND OUT . . . MARK HOFFMAN, THE MORMON UNI BOMBER, DEALER IN ANCIENT MORMON SCRIPT, FOOLED THE PROPHET, PAID A FORTUNE, PULLED THE WOOL OVER THE MOST EXPERIENCED, ATTORNEY DALIN OAKS, AND OTHER GENERAL AUTHORITIES--THANK GOD I WAS INSPIRED BY MY INTEL GUY, GOD, TO SWITCH HATS, GOING FROM BLACK TO ORANGE--"THE NEW BLACK", CONFUSING THE THREE "HOFFS" WAITING FOR ME, JUST OUT THE DOOR . . . EARLY MORNING GET-A-WAY, CIA TRACKING ME COMING OUT OF THE KALISPELL PUBLIC LIBRARY--BLOGGING--CIA AT BUS DEPOT TOO, WATCHING WHICH BUS--LOCAL MONTANA OR GREYHOUND--FOOLED HIM UNTIL I CREPT ON SHUTTLE . . . CIA NOT VERY CONVINCING TO THIS BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK--NO TICKET PURCHASE, NO MEETING SOMEONE, CHECKING BUSES, ACTING LIKE A BMX BIKERS, SKATER DUDE, DIDN'T FOOL ME AS I SLIPPED AROUND FRONT OF BUILDING TO SUBWAY--WATCHED, WATCHING THE WATCHER, LIKE ALWAYS! LOL! 'TIS YOU! AS I DRIVE AWAY . . . JACK FAT, COULD EAT NO LEAN, WAITING FOR ME--BLAH, SHELLEY'S BOY, HUB? IDENTIFYING ME TO BLACK & WHITE RAILROAD SUVS/COPS, THE DAY BEFORE, WHEN I BOOKED IT OUT OF THE BUS TERMINAL, BUT, OBVIOUSLY, MY ESCAPE, GREAT WAS DISCOVERED . . . THOUIGHT I DITCHED, MOTORCYCLIST, FRANTICALLY SEARCHING THE STREETS FOR ME, AFTER I VANISHED INTO A BUIDLING MALL, WITHOUT BEING SEEN! SIGNS AND SYMBOLS, REVEAL WHO AGENTS ARE . . . HE WAS WEARING A GRAY SHIRT, WITH "DC" BRAND, BLACK SHORTS, BALD, ROMAN NOSE, AND VERY AGGRESSIVE! AND HE SHOWED UP AT THE "SPLIT ROCK CAFE" IN KALISPELL WITH ME--A FEW TABLES AWAY, BUT HE HEARD ME TALKING TO A COUPLE ABOUT THE WEATHER, AND I STATED THAT I WAS GETTING OUT OF THE HEAT, LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY, WITH THIS GUY, PROMPTLY LEAVING, NOT TO THE BATHROOM, BECAUSE HE ONLY ACTED TO WALK TO THE BACK--BUT CAME BACK IN THE FRONT DOOR--EVERYTIME HE PASSED, I MOVED FORWARD, DON'T WANT A SYRINGE WITH WATER OR AIR SHOT IN MY NECK, KILLING ME! YIKES! DUDE SET THE STING TO STOP THE SHUTTLE BUS DRIVER, LEAVING ME, PICKING UP SHELLEY IN WHITEFISH, THE SWAP--BUT I CAUGHT A TAXI AND BOOKED IT BACK TO MISSOULA, GOING THE WRONG WAY, SHELL! ONE BUILDING, THREE SYMBOLIC NAMES: (1) FRAME IT; (2) CRY "J"; AND (3) SPLIT ROCK CAFE . . . THAT KIND OF TELLS IT ALL! GOVERNMENT SPOOK, BLOCKED TRIP TO GLACIER TO HIDEOUT, GATHER MY PERSECTIVE AND DIRECTION--DRIVER IN WHITEFISH, NEVER GOES THERE, NOT ON THE ROUTE, NEVER PICKS UP--RIDERS ON THE FREE SHUTTLE, PICK UP TUESDAYS AT THE KALISPELL HOSPITAL--HOSTILE CROWD YESTERDAY . . . I WAS A BIT BUMMED OUT, MISSING OUT ON GLACIER, BUT I WILL MAKE IT THERE TO SEE THE LEAVES IF I HAVE TO WALK! OTHER PASSENGER, WITH A TON OF SHIT, DIDN'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS, THAT WE GOT LEFT OF THE DRIVER WAS LEAVING US . . . HE JUST SMILED AND ATE HIS CHIPS, UNTIL I BUGGED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, TO CALL AND SEE WHAT WAS UP . . . CASUAL, GETTING PAID TO NEGATE ANY RUMORS OF ME BEING THERE, SAME WITH BUS DRIVER, WHO HAS KNOWN ME, I KNOW HIS WIFE, FOR ABOUT TWO YEARS . . . DITCHING ME, MAKING IT LOOK LIKE SHELLEY IS ME, BY TELLING ME TRIP CANCELLED DUE TO MECHANICAL PROBLEMS, BROKEN DOWN BUS IN WHITEFISH . . . SPOOK WITH TONS OF LUGGAGE, NO CAR AT ALL, NOT BOTHERED THAT RIDE CANCELLED . . . WHAT'S UP? SAME OLD BULL SHIT, CUTTING THROUGH THIS GANGS SHIT, IS A FULL TIME JOB! LOL! . . . SAVE THE BRAIN VS. SAVE THE TA-TAS! GUESS WHICH ONE WINS EVERYTIME! ANSWER--BACK DOOR WOMAN, LOOK UP ON THE RIGHT SIDE, EGYPTIAN, TOPLESS GODDESS RAW OR CLEOPATRA, WHICH SHELLEY RELATES TO, WITH SOME PRINCE OR KING (JACK STRODE KING, JACK THE RIPPER, HER KING) LOOKING STRAIGHT AT HER BOOBS! LOL! GOD DOES HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR! LOL, AND CLEAR AS A BELL WITH MESSAGES SOME TIMES! NSA, SPOOK, ECLIPSE MY SENSE, VISITING CLERK, WHO EVEN SHOCKED THE TECH KID, LOOKING STRANGELY AS THIS GUY POPPED OUT OF NOWHERE, LAST NIGHT, TELLING ME, THAT THE PHONE WOULD KICK IN, FROM BETWEEN ONE TO SEVERAL HOURS? IT NEVER KICKED IN, BUT LOW FLYING SAUCERS, CIRCLING UFO'S, WITH RADAR EQUIPMENT DID FLY OVER RIVER SITE! UNIFIED POLICE FORCE, GANG BANGING ME, PHONE AND ALL--SHARING MY OLD PHONE NUMBER--LEFT AT WALMART, WITH THE GRAND FUNK JUNCTION POLICE DEPARTMENT, ANSWERING MY CALL TO DUTY, WITH THEM FINDING OR TAKING MY CELL PHONE TO THE TA-TA GIRLZ! VERY INTERESTING! SPOOK DROPS IN AT WALMART TO SET UP THE ECLIPSE, TRACKED DOWN BY THE RIVER--HINT, HOW DO I KNOW THIS IS A SPOOK, LUCKY GUESS, NO . . . SECURITY GUARDS WEAR NAVY BLUE SHIRTS, NOT LIGHT OR ROYAL BLUE, DRIVE SILVER FORD, BOX STATIONWAGON--I HAVE BEEN USING HOSPITAL COMPUTERS, OFF AND ON FOR YEARS, SINCE FIRST COMING TO MISSOULA, HAVING ME COMPUTER FRIED BY NSA, THREE DAYS AFTER I PURSHASED IT IN HELENA, AND WROTE ABOUT MITT, BACK IN EARLY 2012, ALLEDGED SECURITY GUARD, IN WHITE VAN--DIDN'T CHECK THE WRITING, SMALL ON THE DOOR, BUT SURE AS HELL, NOT ST. PATRICK'S PROVIDENCE VEHICLE, THAT HAS FOLLOWED ME OFF CAMPUS, SEVERAL TIMES IN THE LAST WEEK OR TWO--I KNOW MY CARS, KNOW MY SPOOKS, BUT A NICE ONE--HIT MAN? MAYBE, HE DID INFORM ME THAT THE OLD PROFESSIONAL BUILDING, THAT IS GENERALLY NOT OWNED BY HOSPITALS, BUT BY DOCTORS, IS NOW A TRAINING CENTER FOR SWAT, LENDING EVIDENCE OF A COP SHOP PLAN . . . DUDE FINDS ME ABOUT 1:00 A.M., LOOKING AT THE RIVER . . . SEES ME, AFTER LOW FLYING FBI SURVEILLANCE PLANE, TRACKS MY NEW CELL PHONE WITH OLD NUMBER, BUT NEVER WORKS . . . BUT THIS MORNING THANKS TO THE NERDY TECH MANNING THE ENTERTAINMENT CENTER, TAKING A SHIT LOAD OF TIME ANSWERING ALL THE QUESTIONS OF AN EQUALLY NERDY PERSON ON THE OTHER END, I GOT MY OLD NUMBER BACK, WRESTLED IT OUT OF THE HANDS OF THE HACKERS, THE SPOOKS, THE FEDS, BUT, AFTER A WEEK OF BEING TRACKED BY REAL SPOOKS, RATHER THAN CYBER SPOOKS, I DECIDED, I MIGHT AS WELL GET A PHONE AGAIN, SINCE THEY ARE WATCHING EVERY MOVE I MAKE . . . GOTTA PROTECT THOSE TA-TAS! LOL! OSCAR THE GROUCH, IS PUT TO SHAME BY THE OXFORD BAR & GRILL LATE NIGHT CHEF, COOKING ME UP A "GARBAGE" OMLET AT 3:00 A.M., LAST NIGHT, ALONG WITH HASHBROWNS, SOUR DOUGH TOAST, TOBASCO SAUCE . . . SECRET SAUSE, "SO MUCH MORE THAN HOT!" RUN ALL NIGHT, NO SLEEP, AGAIN, WATCHING THE DUCKS FIGHT ON THE POND, OUTSIDE THE MISSOULA AQUATIC CENTER . . . YEAH, BACK IN MISSOULA, AFTER A BRIEF BUT EVENTFUL ZIP TRIP TO KALISPELL AND WHITEFISH . . . TIME MOVES ON WITHOUT YOU WHEN YOU ARE CONSTANTLY IN FUNKLAND, WITH SPOOKS, UNI BOMBERS, COPS AND ROBBERS, AND SO DO FRIENDS, IF YOU DON'T STAY IN CONTACT . . . WHERE ARE YOU ANNIE? NEW AVENUES, INSPIRED BY THE SMALL BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY WORKSHOP AND SOS GOSPEL SONGS LAST NIGHT, WATCHING THE RIVER AND LISTENING TO MY NEW PORTABLE $9.98 RADIO, THAT I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR! 48 HOURS OUT OF THE POVERELLO CENTER AND MY BED, BECAUSE I CHECKED OUT, THINKING I WOULD BE CAMPING OR STAYING IN A HOSTEL UP IN EAST GLACIER RIGHT NOW, UNTIL THINGS CALMED DOWN, IN OTHER PLACES! LAST NIGHT WHILE AT WALLY'S WORLD, GETTING MY PHONE, THERE WAS A DVD OF THE DOUBLE FEATURE MOVIE "HOSTEL" . . . THINK IT IS A TERROR MOVIE--I LIKE TO THINK THAT I INSPIRED THE PURCHASE OF THAT MOVIE BECAUSE OF MY BLOG AND WRITING ABOUT THE WHITEFISH HOSTEL, STARTED LAST YEAR BY TWO SISTERS . . . WAY CUTE, COZY, EVEN HAS WHITE COMFORTERS . . . THAT'S WHITEFISH FOR YOU! LOL! THOSE LUXURY RESORT TOWNS, HOPPING THIS TIME OF YEAR, BUT OFF SEASON, I AM SURE THE PRICES GO DOWN, BUT $38.50 FOR A BED IS RESONABLE, SINCE YOU WILL SPEND ABOUT AT LEAST $100 AT A HOTEL, AT THE HEIGHT OF THE GLACIER PARK TOURIST SEASON . . . HELL, I SPEND $75 PER NIGHT, AND THAT IS A SPECIAL RATE MY FRIENDS AT SUPER 8 GIVE ME, SINCE I COME THERE ALL THE TIME, LOVE THEIR BREAKFASTS, NICE ROOMS AND GREAT STAFF! THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS, BUT I HAD AN EPITHANY, OR WAS SORT OF REDIRECTED THROUGH THE WORDS ON TWO SIGNS, ONE ON THE WAY UP TO KALISPELL, AROUND RONAN . . . MAKE PEACE HAPPEN, AND THE OTHER, I NOTICED FOR THE FIRST TIME . . . LARGE SIZED ARMS AND HANDS OF CHRIST, WHITE ROBES, UNLESS I WAS SEEING SOMETHING . . . ONLY WOKE UP ONCE ON THE 2 AND A HALF HOUR TRIP BACK TO MISSOULA, BUT I JUST CAUGHT A GLANCE OF THE WORDS AND BILLBOARD . . . "GREATER TEACHING" AS IF JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF, WOKE ME UP, JUST IN TIME TO SEE THAT SIGN, AT LEAST I THINK IT WAS THERE, TO GIVE ME A MESSAGE, THAT THERE ARE AREAS OF WRITING THAT ARE "GREATER THAN THE CONSTITUTION AND THE LAW", IN FACT, TWO DECEMBERS AGO, I FELT STRONGLY, I SHOULD WRITE MORE ON CHRIST TEACHINGS, SPIRITUAL THINGS, RATHER THAN MY PASSION, POLITICS, BUT BLEW IT OFF, OTHER THAN WRITING NOW AND THEN, ON SUNDAY, THINKING THAT SATISFIED CHRIST MY SAVIOR AND REDEEMER . . . LAST NIGHT, AFTER DANCING TO ROCK, POP AND COUNTRY MUSIC, I WANTED SOMETHING A BIT MORE SLEEP CONDUCIVE TO TAKE ME INTO LA, LA, LAND, SO I TURNED TO "SOS" GOSPEL POP, AND I WAS BAWLING LIKE A BABY, AND SONG AFTER SONG, WAS LEADING ME TO NEW HEIGHTS AND INSPIRATIONS! I WAS GLAD IT WAS DARK, HID MY TEARS, FROM THE ALLEGED, VERY NICE, VERY HANDSOME, SECURITY GUARD, WHO SAT AND TALKED TO ME FOR ABOUT AN HOUR, THEN GAVE ME A RIDE UP TO THE OXFORD, SO I COULD GET A GARBAGE OMLET, SOMEONE TOLD ME ABOUT, AND CATCH UP ON THE NEWS, AND THE FUN, ALWAYS WELCOMING STAFF, COOK, WAITRESS, EVEN AT FUCKIN' 3:00 A.M.! HOME AWAY FROM THE POV . . . LOL! LIFE IS GOOD!

True Crime . . . Michael Jackson

The other day, while on the computers in the learning center, at St. Patrick's Hospital, I got my blog done early and had some time to kill, and I just happened to search for true crime shows, my hobby and my passion, that I have missed watching, since giving my computer to the black dude, who was likely on
Shelley's payroll, and was there, trying to sit by me for about 5 attempts, pushing my hot computer on him, while I was wearing a black hoodie, insisting he just leave me the hell alone, that there might be a sheriff's posse waiting for me in my old hometown, and I was giving him the free, only three months old computer, as a bribe, so that he would redirect the spooks and cyber spies, taking the computer with him to California, while I, masked and very stealth, slipped off the bus, over to where the truckers hang out, making sure there is not a sniper, or something waiting for me in Iron County, the county I live in, sued for $56.7 million, took out judges, off the bench for 6 months, should have been disbarred, narcotics task force members, fired, dismissed on administrative leave, and fired . . . not sure about the admin. leave, but I am sure that I grilled this sorry, narc's ass, for 78 minutes straight, until he perjured himself, on the witness stand . . . really, just a bold faced liar!  Perjury my ass . . . liar, liar, pants on fire, is more like it, even the judge warned him, but he sent the Utah State Bar Association, a complaint against me for being so mean, bullying him, and pushing him around . . . he promised he was a good officer, good at lying, after 22 years, that's for sure!

But, as I watched the documentaries on Michael Jackson's life, music, personal family life, and death, I was struck, by the tragedy of the misconstrued claims, the vindictive and malicious prosecution, even changing the laws at the legislature, so the county attorney or DA, could go after Michael, even after he had been acquitted on all the original 14 counts of all sorts of things, including, but not limited to molesting or sleeping with children . . . who he was merely befriending and helping him and his mother, cope with the boy's cancer, giving him total access to Neverland and Michael's wealth, power, influence, bringing about a very rapid and miraculous recovery for the boy, who was later the speculated victim of Michael's sexual advances and abuses!  Close friends and family, said that Michael, never fully recovered from those allegations and charges,that while the jury found him innocent, everywhere he went, people stared and made him feel like he was some worthless, pedophile or pervert, going after little children at his mansion and theme park . . . Michael said, he just wanted to be a kid, wanted to hang out with kids, that, they were the only class of people who had not let him down, never asked him for anything, and whom he could enjoy and trust.

Most people don't know that Michael, on all his tours, would go around, the world, basically, and visit sick children, make them feel special, help with the Make a Wish Foundation and other charitable events and causes, with him being on of the most charitable givers in the world.  His acts of kindness were misconstrued to be selfish acts of perversion and deviance, rather than a kid, who from the age of 5, never got to have a childhood, was severely mistreated by his father . . . although, while he felt abused and in fear of is father, he said, look at where I am, what he helped create!  Just the greatest or at least one of the greatest musical geniuses of our time, and all time, in my opinion!  My children, loved Thriller . . . the girls, Greta and Nicole, dressed baby brother, Chris up, putting make-up on him, turning him into a one year old, walking Zombie, with shredded overalls, make-up scars and stitches . . . selling tickets, making popcorn, and performing to the audience, Michael Jackson's THRILLER . . . still a Halloween favorite to this day, front porch theater, supportive religious leaders, abducted by the girls to attend their production on our old front porch, sitting on wooden picnic table benches . . . fond, fond, memories!  The good old days . . . Michael, hurt, sad, and at times despondent, was and was not puzzled by the hatred, the jealousy, and the most hurtful, the lies, accusing him, of the total opposite of what he was trying to do with children . . . make their stay at his Neverland, and unforgettable experience!  Debbie, is wife, and friend of about 22 years before, marrying and giving Michael children, had nothing but good to say about him, she just couldn't deal with the feeding frenzy and photographers, never even being able to go to the store!

She said and confirmed his statement, that HE WOULD NEVER MOLEST CHILDREN!  It just wasn't in him . . . but, to a lesser extent, I could relate with his pain, much more than I would have like to admit!  Thanks, Michael, for making my own children's childhood, even reaching into the next generation, to my grandchildren, who are terrified of the video of Thriller, more fun and scary at Halloween, as they scream and ditch for cover, when THRILLER IS BEING PLAYED!  Your music and efforts, have not escaped millions, who love you, and will appreciate your contributions, forever!  SOB!

I think it more appropriate, right now, to offer a moment of silence, for the lives of Michael, and the Marines just killed . . . both had a passion for what they believed in!

THIS BLOG IT TERMINATED!  I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING ANY MORE--CATCH YOU TOMORROW!  HAVE A GOOD ONE!