HOT TYPE . . . HOT TRACK . . . LICENSED TO SMUTHER! FUN AND GAMES WITH COPS, ROBBERS, AND BUS DRIVERS/UNDERCOVER SHERIFFS! LOL! AND HERE I AM WRITING MY BLOG! LOL! WHITTLE KAY BURNINGHAM IS SUPPOSE TO BE THEIR POLICE DEPARTMENT QUEEN, AND RATHER THAN ADMIT THAT IT IS I, WHO DID ALL THE THINGS THAT SHE WAS CREDITED WITH, INCLUDING PEDDLE TO THE METAL--SOUL MONTANA . . . MY SON, ELLIOT TAYLOR SECRIST, GUITARIST/VOCALIST FOR "THE DITCH & THE DELTA" BAND, THAT IS MOST LIKELY TOURING AROUND MONTANA, RIGHT NOW, WITH KAY PRETENDING TO BE ELLIOT'S MOTHER, AND HAS CLAIMED THAT HONOR, FOR YEARS, WHILE THEY HAVE BEEN CHASIBNG ME, AROUND TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM APPEARING AS THE STAR PLAYER IN MY OWN LIFE'S STORY, AS ATTORNEY, PROFESSOR, MOTHER, GRANDMOTHER, BLOGGER, LEGISLATIVE ANALYST, BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, OVER ALL . . . AND YES, I DID IT ALL . . . THAT GREEN MONSTER OF ENVY, JEALOUSY AND BULL SHIT WILL GET YOU EVERY TIME GUYS AND GALS! LOL! HAVE YOU EVER PLAYED OR SEEN THAT KID'S GAME, HUNGRY HIPPO, WHERE THE HIPPOPOTOMUS HEADS KEEP POPPING UP AND YOU HAVE TO HIT THEM DOWN . . . WELL, THAT IS LIKE WHAT I AM DEALING WITH EACH AND EVERYDAY, FROM BOTH SIDES OF THE GAME! LOL! ON THE ONE HAND, THERE ARE HIPPOS OF VARYING COLORS, REPRESENTING SISTERS DOUBLES AND ATTORNEY DOUBLES, DOUBLE TROUBLE, WHO STEPPED INTO MY SHOES TO STEAL ONE OF THE BEST RESUMES, IN AT LEAST THE STATE OF UTAH, AND I WOULD GUESS MANY MORE . . . UNCOMMONLY MADE, UNCOMMONLY GOOD, TO BE ENVIED FOR SURE, WOULD ENVY MYSELF, IF I HADN'T DONE IT MYSELF! LOL! BUT, AS I HIT ONE HIPPO DOWN, KNOCKING IT'S LAZY ASS BLOCK OFF, ANOTHER ONE APPEARS TO TAKE ITS PLACE! SCREAM! OR YOU COULD REVERSE THAT SCENARIO, AND LET'S SAY, THAT EACH HIPPO OF DIFFERENT COLORS, ACTUALLY REPRESENTS ME, DOING VARIOUS TYPES OF THINGS IN THE LAW, OR LAW RELATED . . . AND EACH TIME MY HEAD POPS UP, IT IS SLAMMED DOWN, SO NOBODY GETS TO SEE WHO THE REAL PLAYER, ATTORNEY, MOTHER, ETC., IS . . . I CAN TELL THESE FUCKERS ARE GETTING MORE AND MORE DESPERATE, BECAUSE THE NUMBER OF HITS, AND THE ATTEMPTS TO EITHER JAIL ME, CATCH ME, OR DO WHATEVER WITH ME, IS RATCHETING UP, EXPONENTIALLY, TO THE POINT OF OBSURDITY! IT STARTS EACH MORNING, AND CONTINUES THROUGHOUT THE DAY, AND THEN INTO THE EVENING! EVERY FUCKING DAY, FOR GOD SAKES! YOU SEE, MANY PEOPLE, NOT ONLY KNOW ABOUT THE FRAUD, BUT MANY PEOPLE PROTECT, ACTUALLY THE MAFIA, BEIT, MORMONS IN KEY POSITIONS, FBI, CIA, NSA, DIA, OSS, ETC., OR IT IS THE LOCAL, STATE, NATIONAL COPS, OR THE UNI COPS AS I CALL THEM! NOW THE BIBLICAL ROOT OF THAT WORD, "UNI" COMES FROM THE WORD, "EUNIC" WHICH IS A CASTORATED MAN, WITH HIS BALLZ CUT OFF, SO HE CAN BE TRUSTED, GUARDING THE HAREM--THE FLOCK OF WOMEN, WHO WERE SEX SLAVES IN WAITING, OR PROPERTY OF THE KING, BACK IN THE DAY! WELL, THE CONCEPT OF THE "UNIFIED" POLICE FORCE, IS A PRODUCT OF THE PATRIOT ACT, PREZ. GEORGE W. BUSH, DICK THE "LUNATIC" CHENEY, DICK THE SIMILARLY THINKING "LUNATIC" SOUTHWICK, MY FATHER, A BUSH LOVER . . . WHO BELIEVES, LIKE DADDY BUSH SR., THAT BABY BROTHER, JEB BUSH, HAS A "RIGHT TO RISE" FROM UNDER THE SHADOW OF HIS OLDER BROTHER, AS IN THE CASE OF MY SISTERS, ONE AND ALL, YOUNGER AND OLDER, WITH A SUPERSTAR SISTER, SUCH AS MYSELF, IT IS HARD TO GET SOME LIGHT, STARTING FROM JUNIOR HIGH ON, WHICH IS WHERE MS. BURNINGHAM, THE LITTLE GIRL FROM THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS, FROM A DIVORCED FAMILY, A DUTCH BOY HAIR CUT, BOY OF A BOY, STILL, BUT WITH FAKE BOOBS . . . SHE CLAIMS THEY ARE REAL, BUT I HAVE NEVER, EVER IN MY LIFE, GONE UP TO A FRIEND I HAVE NOT SEEN FOR YEARS, AND SAID, GRABBING MY BOOBS, THAT THESE ARE REAL . . . THAT IS ASSUMED, UNLESS YOU LAY ON YOUR BACK, AND, LIKE ELVIRA, YOUR BOOBS, STICK UP LIKE TWO UPSIDE DOWN ICE CREAM CONES, LAYING ON YOUR CHEST! LOL! WHICH TAKES ME RIGHT BACK TO WHERE MY BRILLIANT BRAIN LEFT YOU YESTERDAY, WHEN I WAS TYPING THAT BLOG, ON ELVIRA AND HER BLACK PIMP--ENEMIES PAYROLL BOY, JUDGED ON HIS COMMENTS, BUT I WAS IN THE W.O.W., OR THE "WEB ON WHEELS" BUS, BRINING INTERNET AND BOOKS TO THE POVERELLO CENTER, EVERY WEDNESDAY, BEING PARKED OUTSIDE, JUST AT THE TIME, I STARTED FOR THE BUS, TO GET EITHER TO THE LAW LIBRARY, WHERE I AM RIGHT NOW, AT 12:43 P.M., WILL BE POSTING IN ABOUT TWO HOURS, SO NOTE, THAT I AM MOUNTAIN STANDARD TIME, NOT PACIFIC WHERE KAY AND BRETT, LIVE AND THIS BLOG IS KEYED TO POST, SHOWING WHERE THEY ARE, NOT WHERE I AM LOCATED! OF ALL THE ASININE THINGS THAT THE FUCKING BOUGHT, PURCHASED, AND PAID FOR MORMON CHURCH, NSA, WITH 30,000 SPIES IN UTAH, WATCHING EVERY DAMNED WORD I WRITE, EVERY MOVE I MAKE, AND FUCK WITH EVERY COMPUTER, OR ELECTRONIC DEVICE I HAVE . . . AS IN MY CELL PHONE THAT WAS IN MY DOGGIE BACKPACK, JUST AS I WAS GETTING OFF THE BUS, ON ARTHUR AND EDDY, A BLOCK FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF MONTANA, NEW ALEXANDER BLEWETT III . . . WAY SYMBOLIC NAME TO ME, WITH "BLUE" BEING THE COLOR MY COMPLICATED, FEDERAL TAX CODE, COMPUTER, BRAIN ASSIGNED MOVILLE MORMONS IN UTAH! SHELLEY'S ONLY DAUGHTER, I HAVE TWO, KAY HAS NONE, RACHEL HAS TWO, BUT THEY ARE A GENERATION YOUNGER THAN MY TWO BEAUTIFUL BRIGHT DAUGHTERS, AND SUE HAS THREE, ALL REDHEADS, WHO ARE THE ONES, THAT ARE SUPPOSE TO MAKE YOU THINK, TWO OF THEM ARE MARRIED TO MY SON-IN-LAWS, THEREFORE, MAKING REDHEADED, YOUNGEST SON OF MINE, ELLIOT, OF D&D BAND, THERE BROTHER, WITH SUSAN AND KEVIN SHIT OR SCHMIDT, THE PARENTS OF ELLIOT, VIA BURIED BY SHELLEY'S ISAAC AND JESSE, WHO ARE THE DOUBLES FOR MY TWO SON'S CHRIS AND ELLIOT, TYRONE IS NOT MINE . . . DON'T HAVE THREE SONS, BUT SHELLEY DOES! SOUNDS COMPLICATED . . . IT IS SUPPOSE TO BE . . . BURY THE REAL ATTORNEY, THE REAL MOM, THE REAL BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK BLOGGER, SO YOU AND ALL THE FUCKING COPS, OF ALL FLAVORS, COMMUNITY, FAMILY AND FRIENDS, CAN ENJOY THE SPOILS OF THE "RICH FAMILY" WHO EARNED THE WHOLE FUCKNIG THING, BILLIONS! TO SAY THE LEAST . . . BUT, THE SOUTHWICK, PECKING ORDER, COULD NOT HANDLE MY SUCCESS, MAKING MORE THAN THE WHOLE TRIBE, PUT TOGETHER AND SOME AND MY PROGENY ALSO! LOL! YOU SEE, I FOCUSED ON BRAINS, LEARNING, ACTUALLY DOING THE WORK, AND THE MONEY JUST NATURALLY FOLLOWED . . . THEY, HOWEVER, FOCUSED ON THE MONEY, AND NEVER MADE IT . . . CHECK OUT EACH ONE OF THEIR BACKGROUNDS, AND THEIR EARNING POTENTIAL, IS DOWN RIGHT PATHETIC, AND WITH KAY, ALLEGEDLY TAKING MY PLACE AS THE SECOND, SOUTHWICK DAUGHTER, BECAUSE NOBODY DOESN'T LIKE KAY BABY . . . BECAUSE KAY BABY, IS NOT A THREAT TO MICE OR MEN! LOL! BLAH, BLAH, BLAH . . . THREE MISSOULA DETECTIVES, ONE A CHICK WITH A HUSBAND, WHO WORKS FOR D.J. MCDERMITT, THE NEW SHERIFF, WHO HATES MY ASS, FOR ALLEGING THAT THERE WAS FOUL PLAY, IN THE ELECTIONS, LAST SUMMER, BETWEEN MCDERMITT AND JOSH CLARK, WHO HAS SINCE LEFT THE SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT OR THE "UNI" COPS, WITH MCDERMITT COMING FROM THE RANKS AND FILE OF THE POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE MAYOR'S BOY, TURNED, ALLEGEDLY THE "PEOPLE'S" BOY, ELECTED SHERIFF . . . BUT, IN THIS "UNI" COP WORLD, MCDERMITT IS THE BRIDGE BOY, WHO BLENDS THE TWO COPS SHOPS TOGETHER, WITH THE HIGHWAY PATROL JOINING IN, AND MERGING WITH FBI, CIA, NSA, ETC. TO MAKE UP THE EUNICS DEPARTMENT WHO GUARDS THE KINGS, HAREM . . . THAT WOULD BE ONE OF THE FEDERAL SHITS, LIKE BRETT, FRANK, AKA, ALLAN, TONY, JACK OR JOHN WARE, MICHAEL MCCLINTOCH, JAMES KENNEDY, THE ALLEGED PRETTY BOYS . . . HOPEFULLY, NEW SQUEEZE IS NOT IN THAT MIX, BUT I AM DEAD RIGHT THAT HE PROBABLY IS, AS ARE THE "ACTING ARMS OF THE STATE" FOR PURPOSES OF 1983 CIVIL RIGHTS LAWSUITS, ALL PART OF THE "LEGALIZED MAFIA" WHO HAS BENEFITED AND BEEN BENEFICIARIES WITH THE ALLEGED, QUEEN BEES, STEALING AND ACTING AS THE "COVER GIRLS" FOR ME! FUCKNIG AMAZING . . . WHATEVER! LOL! WHAT'S A COOL BILLION, TO SOMEONE WHO COULD DO IT ALL AGAIN! LOL! ELVIRA . . .

W.O.W. . . . GOING BACK TO ELVIRA AND HER PIMP, WHEN I WAS SO RUDELY STOPPED ON THE "WEB ON WHEELS" INTERNET AND COMPUTERS!

Mind you, there are probably a dozen or so dudes and dudettes, on the payroll, that I am funding to be fucked over by a crew of Poverello Center, people, one of which is Elvira, Shelley's double, supposedly a long tall woman, is a long black dress . . . she wears dresses all the time, because her ass, is even bigger than mine, which is shrinking, all the time, going from a size 22 to a size 16 bathing suit, which I just bought yesterday . . . hint, hint, hint, purchased it as the very symbolic store, near the Pov. on my Walmart Money Card, ending in #0192, for anyone, looking for evidence of the real McCoy, or me, and looking for proof that the Secret Seconds, that is the name of the thrift store, I bought the new suit from, yesterday, at roughly 2:45 P.M. while I was waiting to have a Progress Report with Noah, at 3:30 P.M. setting three goals to get my sorry ass out of the Pov. to face the real world, looking to: (1) get my Social Security card, having done all anyone has had to do, but still being stopped, when the SS employee, got a secret second message, telling him not to issue the replacement SS card, because it is being used, and that JoAnn S. Secrist, is a legal fiction, therefore, don't issue her a replacement card, it will fuck up the doubles!  Holy shit, they make it hard for a girl to make a living now days!  LOL! (2) yesterday, after visiting the Missoula Job Service and setting up an account, with the computer, making me, re-enter, everything from my name, not being spelled right, to passwords, of my kids names, and an age number, being rejected . . . I wonder why, and even every damned text box, making me do it over and over again, even though I knew damned well, I had entered the information correctly . . . and who, team, as access, access, access?  Wrong, wrong, wrong!  It is the Mo run NSA, under the direction of the Mo run, FBI, CIA, and the clown squad, dictating, who lives and dies in this Game of Thrones!  LOL!  The Mo fantasy, Kings and Queens, Priests and Priestesses, Prince and Princesses . . . they know, I am into "WE THE PEOPLE" not thrones and principalities, like in the Mo Foe Temple crowd!  What a fucking joke . . . Kay? Laughable!  Brett, Laughable!  Shelley?  Total joke . . . Frank, fucking Kings Jester . . . which is just being brought back, after about 10 centuries of being ousted!  LOL!  These guys are fucking stooges!  (3) finding an apartment, because, as Noah and the crew, know, I am somewhat protected at the Pov. with people watching daily and nightly to see if I am there . . . game over if we can get her out of the Pov. or any other shelter, so the cops, can some in gangland style, and use a battering ram to knock down my door, and act like I am the biggest criminal since, well, Bonnie and Clyde, or Kay and Brett, their Lord and Lady . . . Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha . . . !!!!!!!!!!!!  What a fucking pathetic bunch of sorry ass, losers, fakes, doubles, liars, frauds, and jokers, that have duped you all!  Actually, one of the detectives, not eaves dropping like you guys, just eating, but overheard, the name . . . Rachel Hoffman, symbolic of Mark Hoffman, the Mo Uni bomber who killed 3 people, back in the 80's, I believe, pulling the wool over the whole fucking Mormon Church hierarchy, who paid top dollar for fake Mormon historical documents that Mark Hoffman wrote himself . . . only in this case, Rachel is not smart enough to have written one of these blogs!  LOL!  Truth is a defense . . . ask the ambulance chaser, KAY!  LOL!  The torts dumb ass . . . she never mentioned the word "Constitution" until she became ME!

The Ice Cream Cone Queen . . . Defender of the Woman Who Spent All Day, Yesterday, On Dating Web Sites, Looking for a Man to "Adopt" Her Sorry Fat Ass!  Elvira Was Typing One Finger at a Time!  LOL!  Pimp Boy, Said He Saw Something Well, Kennedy-Like In the Woman?  What?  This Bitch has Been Dumped Twice in One WEEK!  LOL!  Star Power of Shelley!  LOL!

Allegedly, this black pimp, part of the "uni" cops, who guards the harem of the "legalized mafia" of cops, Mo's, real mafia, and gold diggers, on the "Secrist Family Dole" came over and kind of hit on me, until he found . . . just got a black strip of shit, on my blog from the NSA, protecting their slave boy!  LOL!  But, I joked about Elvira trying to get his black ass, and the rumor I started to save him from the witchy woman, by telling her, that he had the hots for some younger girl, who just left, who had a cast on her leg, and just got either kicked out, or checked out.  Then, our conversation, went to me, mentioning, some dude, Mr. Hot Pants, that I would like to get a three-some going with him and Mr. Kennedy, not at once, but me sharing two, beautiful men, mind you, not until I lose my weight, these Bushie's hate fat women, and will go for the dumb, fake boob, bimbos, over some smart woman, like myself!  LOL!  I can beat these fucknig bitches at that own game, always did in high school, having 8 boyfriends at time to their one or two, their entire high school years, if they were lucky!  LOL!  Think I can't do it again, ladies . . . why do you think the "eunics" are trying to take me out at the swimming pool, or at all the 6 gyms, and health clubs I have joined over the last three years?  Right, they fear me thin . . . get a shit load of men now, at least 100 pound over weight!  LOL!  Go figure, some 20 something, saw me on the bus out to Bonner the other day, while he was looking for forest land to camp on with about 12 friends . . . he got one look at me, and his eyes were glued, making me feel more uncomfortable, than I have felt in a long time, actually since, I pushed, Scott Negal's face, away from me, while in a car, going on a Junior Prom date, when he just kept staring at me!  LOL!

The kid, even followed me back to the Pov. to my complete surprise, and asked me if I wanted to go camping with him and friends . . . has a van, with table, chairs, bed, etc., in it . . . ah, no, I don't want to give up my bed, for a hard penis and a 20 year old!  LOL!  Am I crazy?  No, jail bait in their somewhere!  My friends were looking at me, like what the fuck is going on.  I told them this baby was asking me to go camping . . . so, Elvira, who really is a big time cougar, started calling me cougar after that . . . projection, projection, projection . . . hell, my friend, Sandra, had to go ask, Mr. Hot Pants, what his name was, because I am too shy to talk to him . . . REALLY!  I can take on the whole fucking nation of cops, but make me go talk to someone, I have a girl crush on, and forget it!  LOL!  Elivra, told someone the other day, how sad and pathetic, that I had been throwing myself at this guy, and he was not taking the bait . . . like, what fucking planet is this vamp coming from?  Anyway, this black dude, W. cop, goes all ape shit on me, for saying that I thought this guy was good looking . . . jealousy, dripping out of his ass!  Holy shit, he starts telling me that there are other good looking guys there . . . like who?  I am sure he was referring to himself, and we are not going there!  LOL!  I said, well, I have my types, and he is it, as is Kennedy, chiseled face, brutally handsome, cool, a alpha male . . . and how fitting, to match an alpha female like myself . . . chicken shit, as I am!  LOL!  You two, just hang in there 100 pounds and going!  LOL!  Actually, out in Bonner, on my clandestine bus ride, rifled with intrigue and bus driver secrets, I saw a little white house, with a Rebel flag, and two choppers out front, symbolic of the two riding buddies, two studs, I am in love with, yes, both!  

Alpha males think they should have more than one woman, well, they are not used to a woman, who, actually, can love, not only two, but three, and counting!  LOL!  I fucking just, dig HOT, OUCH, HOTTER THAN HOT MEN!  LOL!  As many as I can get!  LOL!  Deal with it . . . Ha!  

That was just a side note . . . but, payroll Mo FBI boy, undercover at the Pov. freaks out on me, and starts telling me how cool the woman, he just told me he was avoiding like the plague, was . . . that intrigue, that mystery woman, who is looking for a man to take care of her ass, and she is spending full time looking!  LOL!  And the woman, he just tried to hit on, but got rejected, or at least, detoured through another guy, she is looking at and just wanting to "reach out and touch" those hot pants, and other unmentioned areas of him, getting more and more, attracted by the second, while he is staying away, more and more . . . come on Honey, I won't bite . . . that is Elvira's field . . . I am a lover, not, well, I am a fighter, but making up can be so fun!  LOL!  So, go figure, this guy tells me that he is not impressed with me at all, and if the FBI or CIA, wanted to kill me, I would be dead, and if he was given a contract on me, I would be toast.  I retorted, that if God is with me, who could be against me . . . they just can't get me!  At least, he was willing to admit, that might be true.  LOL!  And it, certainly fucking IS!  I am a three year, billion dollar, hit, and well worth the kill . . . worth way fucking more dead than alive, and keeping the fakes from blowing all the money I am making for them . . . done for love, not money, but they are all about the money!  Probably on a rafting trip, or a Jeep Safari, in Moab!  LOL!  I dig writing my blog, taking down cops, and doing what I do, every day, like playing cat and mouse games with the cops of all flavors, laughing my ass off at Anni-isms at the Pov., watching Elvira make a fool of herself, and watching Mr. Hot Pants, over and over and over and over again, I LOVE BEAUTIFUL MEN!

The Southwick crew, living off me and my family's brains, music, blogs, blah, blah, blah, can have their rafting trip, down the Durango, Animus River, filled with Gold Mine, shit, fucking up the natural beauty of the great river, that is the pride of the City, or it would be with me . . . River Festival was awesome . . . yeah, that was little old me, not the boob brigade, down there in March, April, and maybe in May, June!  Love the place, but the gold water has to go, that is the stuff of the frauds, gold digging ass holes, who would drink the shit!  LOL!  No, I am definitely a mind game person . . . Gaming for Grown Ups!  LOL!  The flow of the blog, takes on a life of its own . . . I realized lately that I am in the clash of two worlds . . .

THE CLASH OF THE TITANS!  I AM A WARRIOR QUEEN!

The Physical Arena (Cop World) vs. the Mental Arena (My World)

Elvira, who is long past her prime, is still seeing herself as a Jewish Princess!  She is my age, but, she actually really looks 60 . . . some young guy, who tried to hang out with me yesterday, leaving, his mother image, Elvira, to stir in her shit, after spending the whole day with the little dude, lost him to me, and me, not being a Cougar, in any way shape or form, other than trying to find, Energy Partners of any age, who are my physical and mental stamina, and the closer to my age, the better, that is why Kennedy was so alluring to me, he told me he was 62, and thought I was a ton younger than he was, and introduced himself as "an old guy."  LOL!  I said, how old are you?  I am just two years younger than you are . . . when he saw my birth certificate, which doesn't bother me at all, since, youngster, yesterday, guess me at a whopping 37 years old, looked shocked, and said, You are an old broad!  Fuck Yeah, and proud of ever, lack of wrinkles on my beautiful face!  LOL!  Actually, I believe, Kennedy is in his 50's, somewhere.  I have never lied about my age, or anything else, of merit . . . don't need to, it is more fun to see the shock, disbelief, and denial, that I am actually 60 as I claim to be!  LOL!  Like I said, I can knock down a 30 at any time!

I would gladly be interested in a man my age, as long as he can stand up in it . . . if you know what I mean girls!  This bull shit, that men in their 40's, need Viagra and Cialis, is so lame, they must be, being held hostage by the brunettes!  LOL!  In fact, that bus driver, cop chick, who heard me tell, the old fat, bearded guy from Bonner, thanks for the Brunette jokes he told me, yesterday, and I said, loud enough for the driver to hear, that I used them in my blog, and he proceeded to tell, some young, blondes, that jokes . . . preferences, preferences, preferences; Gentlemen, Prefer Blondes . . . Marilyn Monroe!  One smart woman, who had to hide her brains, used her sexual prowess, and got murdered for it!  The cops, want to go back to that world, of dumb blondes . . . that is why they prefer, Rachel, my alleged double . . . dumb is as dumb, does, as Forrest Gump would say . . . but, Elvira, mentioned the other day, after getting the shit beat out of her, and dropped by HOMELESS guys, that feel her desperate clinging to youth, that she is not used to this type of guy . . . you know, the homeless, that her family, Jewish, the women are this and the men are that, blah, blah, blah, and in the same breath, is lauding her credentials for being a good wife!  Scream, desperate, desperate, desperate!!!!!!!  But, I understand where she is coming from, because the same type of culture shock, is what I experienced, after having my cases, stolen, money, houses, cabin, vehicles, and being stripped of everything that resembled, me the attorney, the success . . . probably some lame ass, fringe FBI experiment . . . the Monarch and Miranda Projects . . . how long can JoAnn still see herself as herself, if we strip her of all reminders of her former life . . . forever, dumb asses, I am who I am, I have done, what I have done, and I continues to produce daily . . . so, good luck!

The better question might be, how long can you protect the harem, from my brutal attacks?  How long can you stand me ripping your asses daily?  Do you actually think this 20 year veteran of domestic wars with you, is going to just lay down my sword and die?  Do you actually think, that I am stupid enough to believe that you, actually prefer these fake chicks, trying to be me?  I know the boobs are a distraction, but, I would think that it is highly apparent, by now, that there is a huge ass difference between me and the fraud broads, regardless of whether you like big ass tits, fake as my resume is on her!  LOL!  Don't you want to LEARN FROM THE BEST?  The one who has been kicking your asses for 20 fucking years?  Or do you want to continue to play the Tits and Ass girls, thinking, that if you send them to college classes in English and Communications, you send them to the CIA, field of dream, law school, cheating system of quick degrees, and bull shit, lies, not being accredited as law schools, worthy of any bar association, that you can continue to cover their sorry asses?

NEVER BE LESS THAN YOU ARE . . . FOR YOUR CHILDREN, SET THE BAR HIGH! 

I mean, really, look at your new boss at the Department of Justice, U.S. Attorney, Loretta Lynch . . . an attractive woman, about my age, with a body that matches sitting on her ass for 20 or so years, practicing law!  Will you risk getting the shit kicked out of you, in court, by someone like me, if not me, if this shit doesn't stop, hate crimes and acting under the color of law, denying me everything from my civil and constitutional rights, in addition to my life, liberty and property, not to mention, my OWN CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN, WHO PROBABLY ARE RECRUITED TO WORK FOR YOUR FUCKING ASS AGENCIES, HOPING TO TURN THEM AGAINST ME FOR WHAT, FUCKING MONEY?  My children will answer for their own sins as will their spouses!  They were taught, that HONESTY IS ALWAYS THE BEST POLICY!  But, even God, who lost a third of his children in the WAR IN HEAVEN, gave the heirs their own free choice and agency.  Why would I do differently . . . and parents, never back down from who you are, to be less for your children, that is what makes them strong!  Greta went into the Navy to do something more than ME, as an assistant attorney general, and that has been added to a hundred fold!  Nicole said she would be good, because her mother was GOOD . . . grade-wise.  My children, were young, when I got poisoned, the first time, and kept in the dark, when the Mo mafia, stole all I earned and made, my cases, blah, blah, blah . . . at times we feel that our children know us, and they really don't, nor understand who we really are as a person, not necessarily as a parents . . . two different things!  And, my children, are dealing with people in big ass government positions, that are twice their age, if not more, feeding them full of shit, using brain washing techniques, and lying daily, to cover the true motives for their actions . . . Kangaroo Kare, like Kangaroo Kourt!  ABSOLUTE BASTARDIZED BULL SHIT!  JUST LIKE, OLD AB, RUNNING THE SHIT SHOW!

I ditched his sorry ass, as well as Brett, Michael, Tony, Jack or John, Kennedy, twice, and anyone, whom I perceive to be MY enemy combatant or on the side of the lies, the government whores, claiming to be Me!  I don't need a brand name, because, I AM A FUCKING BRAND NAME!  If you can't pick up the attitude . . . the attitude determines the altitude . . . your humble church mice of women and men, are only humble, because they really didn't do any of the shit they are claiming!  There has to be a huge amount of insecurity in that, knowing full well, that you are not a lawyer, just pretending to be one, short cuts, don't a lawyer make!  I am used to dealing with a world of attorneys, doctors, and professors . . . the cops world is not my world!  I don't think like you do . . . the physical realm is not my realm, nor ever will be . . . I choose the higher pleasures of mind, thought, intelligence, argument, resolving differences, when I can with intellectual conversation!  I do not select my man, by the size of his dick!  That is not in my realm of thinking, never has been, nor is the size of my chest . . . before 3 years ago, when this whole bull shit started, well, it started back 15 years ago, but I was thin and gorgeous, so you can't blame it on the weight, you cops, just could not take a woman kicking the shit out of you!  But, I weighed 140 lbs. and had it going on, so, you were threatened by me, and took me out of the game, worried that I would become the next Utah attorney general, or a Congresswoman, both totally easy . . . the guy at Social Security, said, why don't you just surprise these guys and jump out of a hat and run for office!  Then, how are you going to explain, me not having any I.D.?  That you have been able to stop me from getting a car, a life, job, etc. . . . then what?  You seriously don't believe that I can run on my credentials alone?  FUCK YEAH . . . AND MY BLOG, FUCK YEAH . . . WATCH ME YOU FUCKERS!  GOOD IDEA, SS MAN!

Cara turned ugly with her last shot, playing lawyer one too many times!

Cara, is a Southwick family name, my brother, Richard, who is allegedly dead, probably a CIA stunt, and is working on his second family, making his quiver full of arrows, that imagery from the Bible, polygamy, which these fuckers want, as much as the Muslims, thinking men superior to women, hell, most men can't keep one woman happy, but alleged dead brother's wife's name is Kara . . . it the book, she is a law intern at the firm, mentioned and the main focus of the book . . . a dirty firm, with swinging partners, much like the boyz club that I am dealing with . . . so even the name is symbolic . . . Shelley, who started her own, mortgage company, could tell the deference that I would get as an attorney.  She had breakfast with me one day, and I told her to work with the U.S. Federal District Court, making sure we are okay on having her, write the complaints for her clients, and me, doing a limited appearance, not fully representing her clients, just helping her out, by appearing in court.  Shelley, was allegedly working with Amy, a part Asian chick, a clerk of the court, when these issues were coming up, and I told her I would not violate the rule of professional conduct and ethics, so check our arrangement out!

Shelley came back with, I know how I can be an attorney . . . I will practice under the third year law student rule!  Shelley, you are not a law student!  Go to law school!  That is the only way to be a lawyer, or you can take the bar in Wyoming and California, where you can actually take the bar exam and if you pass, you can practice in those states, alone . . . in Utah, you have to have attended an accredited law school, and have taken the bar exam, and passed.  Then she told me, that she could practice as a legal assistant . . . you are not a legal assistant either, nor have you been through school for that, nor certified.  She was furious, and it looks like she made the right contacts, with old buddies of her's, all involved in the Brock lawsuit of mine, as NAMED DEFENDANTS, and they all decided, they would rather see Shelley, the former government snitch get the money and honor for my lawsuit, than me, an enemy, allegedly of the government for years, back starting with asset forfeiture, 1997!  The same time, Shelley snitched on her boss and former husband, and saved both her ass and my father's ass, for securities charges, and a foreshadowing of the fraud and bull shit of this whole family, government, friend, community, mess, taking my identity!  Shelley and her son, and obviously, tons of other people, have no qualms of taking something that they didn't earn, nor deserve, but, steal from the rich, is a lie . . . both me and Elliot, and I would guess, Chris, and to some extent Greta, who wrote a plan for water, over in the Monticello area, applying for job, with those ideas, being stolen, without pay, or theft of services, that is a crime . . . but the whole butt fucking, faggot ass mess of them, feel total fine about taking something that doesn't belong to them, and then giving out grants to keep the money laundering under the table, buying out full communities in the process!

That quote from the book I am reading, MOTION TO KILL (p. 156, first line) . . . By JOEL GOLDMAN or Jo El is the gold man . . .BOTH AS SYMBOLIC AS HELL!  I am sure there has been even a motion to kill, coming out of the 5th District Court Judges of Utah where I practiced and they lied, saying Shelley or Rachel, now Sue and the younger I get, Tiffany, is ME, when they damned well know who I am . . . but, Jo's Elliot, is the gold man . . . not that fuckin' lying, fake band Isaac, like mother like baby . . . test that one out, and the name of the author of this book too!  The FBI and CIA, ought to look at stuff like this . . . the truth can't help but appear, wherever, whenever, and through whomever, because, TRUTH IS THE UNIVERSAL PRINCIPLE!

Go for the Higher Pleasures of the Mind . . . Like Fine Wine . . . You Get Better, Smarter, and Wiser, with Age!  And it is Even Better, If You Can Stay Looking Young, but Have Those Years of Knowledge and Experience Behind You!

Men, would you rather have a 60 year old, that looks and acts 35 years old, but with the wisdom of a 60 year old, or a 35 year old, that looks like a 60 year old, and is still wet around the ears?  The billion dollar question? 

     

UNMASK! ROLLING THUNDER . . . I'M NOT ANTI-SOCIAL, I'M ANTI-STUPID! THIRD SLASH IN POKE-A-DOT SWIMSUIT--ONE FOR EACH ATTEMPTED HIT? LOL! HALLOWEEN IS COMING AND MY SUIT, LOOKS SO SHREDDED, IT CAN PASS FOR A SCARY SWIMSUIT . . . EVIDENCE OF THE MURDER ATTEMPTS, SYMBOLIC OF WHAT THEY ARE GOING OR TRYING TO DO TO ME? MAYBE? WHY THE COPS MIGHT WANT TO PAY ATTENTION TO THESE ASSAULTS . . . YOU CAN THREATEN SOMEONE WITHOUT ACTUALLY TOUCHING THEM! FOILED STING OPS UP RATTLESNAKE CANYON, JJ DELIVERY BOY/CIA AGENT AT LEARNING CENTER OF THE LIBRARY, ATTEMPTING TO MAKE ME STAY A BIT LONGER? CHECK WALMART MONEY CARD--#0192--LAST FOUR DIGETS, MIGHT GET CLOSER TO FIGURING OUT WHO THE FUCK IS WHOM? MR. RICK CASABLANCA FOLLOWING ME OVER TO JIMMY JOHNS SANDWICH JOINT, TAKING ABOUT 5 DOUBLE TAKES! ANOTHER STING OP? SO WE ARE HITTING THREE FOR A DAY! NICE . . . I FEEL LIKE THE MISSOULIAN CARTOONIST, PORTRAYED, YESTERDAY, 8/11/15, OPINION PAGE, WITH PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE, HILLARY CLINTON, HANGING BY A FISH HOOK, IN THE MIDDLE OF CIRCLING SHARKS OF THE REPUBLICAN PARTY, LABELED WITH THE GOP PRESIDENTIAL HOPEFULS, IN VARIOUS STAGES OF BEING DEVOURED BY THE OTHER CIRCLING SHARKS! LOL! I AM NOT A PURE DEMOCRAT, AND I SURE AS HELL AM NOT A REPUBLICAN--MY CONSERVATIVE FRIENDS THINK I AM TOO LIBERAL, MY LIBERAL FRIENDS THINK I AM TOO CONSERVATIVE . . . AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHERE A BAD ASS CONSTITUTIONAL LAW CHICK LIKE ME SHOULD BE! THE MORMON GOP, RUNNING 70% OF THE CIA, FBI, AND ABOUT 100% OF THE UTAH BASED CYBER SPY OP, AROUND THE POINT OF THE MOUNTAIN, FROM SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH, MO CHURCH HEADQUARTERS, WANT ME TO BE REPUBLICAN, BEING THE MOST REPULICAN STATE, AND ME HAVING TWO HOUSES, FORMERLY IN THE MOST RED COUNTY OF THE MOST RED STATE . . . WITH THE BIGGEST NAME RECOGNITION, MINE! AND 6 MO MUFFINS, BEING PASSED OFF AS ME DAILY, WHILE I AM BEING TARGETS, HAVE HITS, ATTEMPTS ON MY LIFE DAILY, THREATS OF ARRESTS FOR SITTING IN THE PARK HELPING A RUSSIAN, DEAL WITH SOME LANDLORD TENANT ISSUES, PROBABLY MADE UP BY MY ENEMIES . . . LAST NIGHT, AFTER I HAVE WAITED SINCE LAST FRIDAY NIGHT, FOR THE CHICK TO PRODUCE THE DOCUMENTS I NEED TO HELP HER WITH HER ISSUES, SHE SAID IN FRONT OF STAFF . . . OH, I GUESS YOU ARE TOO BUSY TO HELP ME WITH MY LEGAL ISSUES . . . NO, LAST I LEFT IT, YOU WERE TO BRING ME YOUR COURT, RENTAL, AND ADDITIONAL DEPOSIT INFORMATION, SO THAT I COULD CONTACT THE PROPERTY MANAGERS, AND TELL THEM THAT $7,000 IN ADDITOIN TO YOUR $970 DEPOSIT, IS WAY HIGH, TO JUST CLEAN CARPETS YOU SAY ARE IN GOOD CONDITION, AND PAINT THAT YOU SAID, DIDN'T NEED PAINTING? SHE GOES OFF, AGAIN, WELL I GUESS YOU ARE TOO BUSY TO HELP ME . . . LOOK, I AM DOING YOU A FAVOR, YOU ARE NOT DOING ME A FAVOR, GET YOUR DOCUMENTS . . . THEY ARE IN STORAGE . . . THEN PULL THEM OFF THE COMPUTER, LIKE YOU WANT ME TO DO! I GUESS YOU ARE TOO BUSY! WHATEVER . . . ANOTHER SHELLEY GIG, SET UP . . . GET MY TAKE ON THE CASE, SO THAT SHE CAN COME SAVE THE CLIENT . . . JUST LIKE WITH YELLOWSTONE'S NICK CASE . . . I WROTE THAT I THOUGHT NICK GOT WELL COMPENSATED FOR HIS ALLEGED INJURIES AND DAMAGES, NOT ONLY WITH FOOD STAMPS, BUT GETTING PAID, AND ALSO RECIEVING 19 WEEKS OF WORKERS COMP! GOOD GOD, WHAT ELSE DO YOU EXPECT FROM A SEASONAL JOB . . . YOU ARE NOT THE CEO OF YELLOWSTONE WHO GOT CANNED! THE ATTORNEY WITH NO NAME, SUSPICIOUS, IN AND OF ITSELF, WITH NO LOCATION, MET WITH NICK ON TUESDAY AND SAID THAT SHE DIDN'T THINK THEY HAD JURISDICTION . . . WHAT THE FUCK? YES, YELLOWSTONE PARK IS IN SEVERAL STATES, BUT AS FAR AS I KNOW, OLD FAITHFUL INN, WHERE NICK WORKED, IS LOCATED IN WEST YELLOWSTONE, WHICH IS LOCATED IN MONTANA . . . AND D&C CONCESSIONS HAS A HEADQUARTERS IN MISSOULA OR IN MONTANA SOMEHWERE! SO, ANY LAWYER WORTH THEIR SALT, AND A FAKE LAWYER, LISTENING OR HAVING ACCESS TO SURVEILLANCE ON ME, 24/7 LIKE FAKE ASS ALLEGED ATTORNEY, SHELLEY, AKA, JOANN S. SECRIST, PROBABLY WORKING FROM THE FLATHEAD VALLEY, WHITEFISH OR FINLEY LAKE, COULD HAVE LISTENED TO MY EXPLAINATION ON JURISDICTION WHEN I WAS TALKING TO NICK . . . THERE IS LONG ARM JURISDICTION, THAT ANY BUSINESS DOING WORK IN THE STATE, BASICALLY HAS AGREED TO JURISDICTION OF BEING HAULED INTO COURT IN THAT STATE . . . AND SINCE D&C CONCESSIONS, IS ACTUALLY LOCATED IN MONTANA, FOR SURE THERE IS JURISDICTION! NICK TRUSTS THIS ALLEGED ATTORNEY, REALLY LIKES HER, AND DOESN'T WANT TO LOSE HER? WHAT . . . SHE IS PUTTING THE JURISDICTIONAL ISSUE ON NICK, LIKE HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN ABOUT JURISDICTION . . . AND IT APPEARS THAT HE DOES KNOW MORE, HE GOT A MONTANA ATTORNEY . . . THIS ATTORNEY IS TELLING HIM TO GET AN ATTORNEY IN WYOMING! WHAT? SHE IS NOT LEAVING ME OUT TO DRY, SHE REQUESTED HIS EMPLOYEMENT CONTRACT, AND COULD GET HIM A SETTLEMENT, WITHIN 180 DAYS, BUT SHE DOESN'T WANT TO SHORT CHANGE HIM? WHAT . . . SENDING HIM TO AN ATTORNEY, WITH A COMPANY WHO PAYS THEIR EMPLOYEES CHECKS FROM MONTANA, HAS SURELY GIVEN JURISDICTION IN THE STATE OF MONTANA! THIS IS NOT AN ATTORNEY NICK AND SHE IS THE ONE, HOW SHOULD KNOW ABOUT JURISDICTION, AND THE EEOC, EXHAUSTING ALL ADMINISTRATIVE REMEDIES, BEFORE SEEKING A SETTLEMENT OR GOING TO THE DISTRICT COURT, WHICH HAS GENERAL JURISDICTION. I EXPLAINED TO NICK, THAT THE REASON THERE ARE GOVERNMENT ADMINISTRATIVE AGENCIES, LIKE THE EEOC, AND THE LABOR COMMISSIONS AT A STATE LEVEL, IS TO ALLEVIATE THE COURTS OF BURDENSOM ISSES THAT CAN BE HANDLED OUTSIDE OF THE COURTROOM SITUATION, EXERCISING JUDICIAL ECONOMY, AND NOT BURDENING THE COURT SYSTEM AND COURT'S TIME . . . THIS IS WHY, SUBSTITUTING SHELLEY, KAY, RACHEL, SUE, TIFFANY, AND KELLY FOR ME IS TOTAL BULL SHIT, THE DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT! THE UTAH STATE BAR ASSOCIATION, THAT TOOK A BRIBE ON MY MONEY, TO FUCK ME, SHOULD GET FUCKED BACK FOR BEING SO FUCKING STUPID . . . LIKE I SAID, NOT MS. CONGENIALITY, LIKE SHELLEY, I AM ANTI-STUPID! THIS IS DUMB ASS SHIT! YOU DON'T ALLOW NON-ATTORNEYS TO PRACTICE LAW, WITHOUT GOING THROUGH AN ACCREDITED LAW SCHOOL, AND TAKING THE BAR EXAM, AND A WHOLE FUCKING LOT OF EXPERIENCE TO IMMITATE ME . . . OFTEN IMMITATED, NEVER DUPLICATED! GOOD GOD! BRUNETTE JOKES . . .

Brunette Jokes

• what do you call a man, who is with a brunette?  A hostage!  LOL!
• what do you call a black and blue brunette?  A brunette who told too many blonde jokes!

Elvira and Her Black Pimp!

You are only as smart as the people you are attracted to!  So, this black guy, smart, lauding his credentials, as a college graduate, comes up at the Poverello, and brings his lunch tray . . . now, I have never really talked to this guy, but Elvira, had the hots for him.  Elvira, reminds me of Shelley, by big sister, of one year, and the whanna be me, whanna be attorney, whanna be my children's mother, and whanna ditch her own shitty life!  But, this 60 year old woman, with jet black hair, down below her ass, a fake boob job, that she is ever so proud of, and a big time cougar, looking for a husband, in a place where most men, can't even take care of themselves, is a joke, and so when she told us that, and we kidded her about it, she said, well . . . I am looking for someone to adopt me!  Elvira, chose this, what I thought, until our conversation today, black, somewhat younger dude, who appears, kind of quiet, and withdrawn, but hey, she wants young, she wants black preferably, because she was married, allegedly to some black dude, for 23 years, who was 20 years her junior!  She wants her bi-racial kids to be accepted.  Now, originally, this guy, whom I still don't know his name, kind of dissed her, telling her all these women he had eyes on, or had the hots for, and on top of that, he likes women with small breasts . . . she has a boob job, and was somewhat offended by his comments!  LOL!  He said, well, I like what I like!  Smart at least on that issue, cops all like the same woman, and generally one with huge ass tits, and it doesn't matter they are real or fake!  Scream!

So, Elvira, who sits her lazy ass, 24/7 at the Pov. trying to tell dirty jokes and appear half her age, gave up on this guy and I have not seen them together, and really haven't noticed him, since a few days ago, when the witchy woman in the long black dress, tried hitting on the biggest flirt in the whole place, a skater looking dude, past his prime also, and the two were making out the other night, acting like two juveniles in heat!  The next day, she went on a romantic walk with lover boy, and he ran into a younger lover and ditched her sorry old ass!  She was shocked and devastated!  LOL!

CRIBBING ADDICTION--KANGAROO KARE . . . MAGIC MOUNTAIN, ROUGH RIDER! WOMAN OF GOD--JOY IN THE JOURNEY! GRIZZLY BEAR AND CUBS CONSUME, 62 YEAR OLD HIKER IN YELLOWSTONE, HIKING ALONE, NO BEAR SPRAY, DEFENSIVE WOUNDS . . . A BIT FREAKED OUT ON MY WALK UP RATTLESNAKE CANYON TODAY--DOG STOPPED ME IN MY TRACKS, WOULD NOT LET ME PASS, OWNER EMBARASSED, SAID NEVER DOES THIS, DON'T KNOW WHAT IS WRONG--I DO, PROBABLY ANOTHER TRAP UP THE CANYON . . . BUS DRIVER DID A DETOUR, ASKED IF I WAS DOING MY NORMAL HIKE . . . YES, I AM A CREATURE OF HABIT . . . SPOOKED RIGHT OFF THE BAT, AND THE DOG, APPEARED TO BE A HEAVENLY WARNING, NOT TO PROCEED UP THE TRAIL! REMINDED ME OF FOUR HORSES, OF THE APOCOLYPSE, BLOCKING ME FROM FOLLOWING THEN HUSBAND, NOW MURDERING FUCKER, WITH KAY, WOMAN CLAIMING TO BE ME . . . GOT A GRIZ UP THERE CHAINED UP, TO RELEASE ON ME--BUS DRIVER TOLD ME THEY WERE TRACKING A GRIZ IN RATTLESNAKE, OR IS IT THE SNAKES WHO WILL DO ANYTHING TO STOP ME FROM BEING, ACTUALLY, MYSELF! GIGS UP, FUCKERS! NOT A BIG FISH STORY . . . LAST SATURDAY, MAN AND SON PULL A 16 INCH PIKE OUT OF THE LITTLE POND, NEXT TO THE SWIMMING POOL! NEW LAWS, NEW BIG GAME HUNTING AND FISHING--GET YOUR DRONE MOUNTED, BEFORE THE LAWS CATCH UP WITH THE SPORT . . . HELENA MAN, FIGURES OUT HOW TO TAKE DRONES OUT OF THE SKY, RADIO FREQUENCY, THAT THEY ARE RUN ON, AND DROP THEM LIKE A DEER . . . MAN OUT FISHING ON A PIER, SEES DRONE FLYING IN HIS FISHING SPACE, AND CASTS HIS LINE, CATCHING THE DRONE, BUT THE DRONE FOUGHT ITS WAY FREE . . . NICE CAST, NICE TARGET! UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, AERIAL SURVEILLANCE, USING INFRA RED CAMERAS, SPYING ON GATED COMPOUND, FOUND UNCONSTITUITONAL UNDER THE 4TH AMENDMENT, BACK WHEN WE USED TO HAVE THE RIGHT TO AN EXPECTATION OF PRIVACY, IN OUR OWN BACKYARD! PAY PHONE BOOTHS USED TO BE RULED TO HAVE AN EXPECTATION OF PRIVACY, FROM SURVEILLANCE AND BUGS . . . AND NOW, FBI CAN SEND LOW FLYING PLANES OVER OUR AIRSPACE AND PICK UP OUR CELL PHONES, WITHOUT BEING ON, AND WITHOUT PINGING OFF CELL TOWERS! WE HAVE GONE FROM A DO NOTHING CONGRESS, TO A GIVE COPS OF ALL FLAVORS, MORE UNCONSTITUTIONAL EQUIPMENT TO SPY ON AMERICA . . . IT IS AMERICA AGAINST THE WORLD! WE HATE THIS SHIT! I SMILE EVERYTIME I WALK OVER THE CALIFORNIA BRIDGE, IN MISSOULA, WITH ALL THE GRAFFITTI, BECAUSE MISSOULIANS, A FEW YEARS AGO, TOLD POLICE, THEY WOULD RATHER HAVE THEIR RIGHT TO PRIVACY, WITHOUT CAMERAS, AND DEAL WITH THE TEENAGE ART, THAN TO WORRY ABOUT, BIG BROTHER AND BIG SISTER, KNOWING WHAT, WHEN, WITH WHOM, AND WHERE WE ARE TAKING OUR MORNING WALKS ALONG THE CLARK FORK RIVER! WAY TO UNHOLD THE CONSTITUTION . . . IF THERE IS NOT LONGER, A CITY COP FORCE, A SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT, AND STATE HIGHWAY PATROL, TO MAINTAIN A BALANCE OF POWER, IT WILL TAKE THE PEOPLE . . . US AGAINST THEM, SORRY TO SAY! I HAD A HIGHWAY PATROL MAN, FOLLOW ME TO THE HOSPITAL, SUNDAY, WHERE I WAS GOING TO GET THE BEST PECAN PIE IN THE WORLD, I AM ADDICTED, AND THANKS TO THE BROS. ON THE BIKES, SO AMERICAN FREEDOM FIGHTERS AND ELECTRIC COWBOYS, ACTUALLY FOLLOWED ME INTO THE PARKING LOT, HAVNIG A PRESENCE! IT AMAZES ME, THAT WITH ALL THE LEVELS OF COPS, ALL THE SURVEILLANCE, THE SPY GEAR AND ALL THAT SHIT, THAT IN ALMOST 600 BLOGS, THE COPS CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHOM THE REAL JOANN S. SECRIST, IS, UNLESS IT IS TO HARASS, INTIMIDATE, TRACK, PISS OFF, BUT THE BIKERS, WHO JUST READ MY BLOG, ACTUALLY HAVE ME PEGGED ALL OVER TOWN, OR SO IT SEEMS! WHAT'S UP WITH THAT . . . DIRTY COPS WORKING FOR BRETT AND KAY, ALLAN AKA FRANK, AND SHELLEY, RATHER THAN FOR THE TAX PAYERS WHO ACTUALLY PAY THEM . . . BUT THEY PAY MORE, USING THE MONEY I MAKE OFF WRITING THIS BLOG, AGAINST ME, LIKE GRIZ ATTACKS, HITS AT THE SWIMMING POOL, STING OPS AT THE LAW SCHOOL OR THE HOSPITAL . . . WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THESE DIP SHITS! THIS IS AMERICA! I WAS HELPING A RUSSIAN CHICK WITH SOME LANDLORD TENANT ISSUES, SHE KEPT WANTING TO DO BUSINESS OVER AT THE PARK, DOWN BY THE RIVER . . . ONE OF KAY'S, ALWAYS ARE . . . BUT, I GIVE PEOPLE THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT, AND SO I WENT DOWN BY THE RIVER, WE TALKED AND SHE SAID, I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT ALL THIS HAPPENED TO YOU IN AMERICA . . . TAKING HOUSES, VEHICLES, LAW PRACTICES, ETC. AND JUST AS WE WERE TALKING, SOME LAME ASS, CITY BIKE COP, PULLED UP ON THE WALKING TRAIL, AND PULLED OUT HIS TICKET BOOK, WHILE HE WAS STANDING NEAR US . . . AND YES, OFFICER, WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING WRONG? YOU CAN'T TICKET ME, JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE ME, OR YOU LIKE RACHEL'S BOOBS BETTER, OR SHELLEY IS NICER, THEREFORE, THEY GET TO BE ME . . . IF YOU IDIOTS CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHO I AM BY NOW, AFTER TWO FUCKING MONTHS, THEN YOU ARE COMPLETELY CORRUPT AND NEED TO BE FIRED! IF YOU WANT TO WORK FOR MY ENEMIES, GET OF THE PUBLIC PAY ROLL, AND GOT FOR IT, FUCKERS! GOOD GOD . . . WE HAVE HAD OVER 680 COP KILLINGS IN THIS COUNTRY, A KID IN FERGUSON, MISSOURI WAS SHOT BY 4 BIG BAD ASS COPS, FULLY IN COMBAT UNIFORMS, WITH ALL FOUR OF THEM UNLOADING THEIR BULLETS IN THE KID, AND THEN MAKING IT LOOK LIKE THE KID WAS A CRIMINAL, WASN'T A PROTESTOR, BECAUSE HE ALLEGEDLY TOOK A CAR . . . I USED TO SNEAK MY PARENT'S CAR OUT OF THE DRIVEWAY FOR A JOYRIDE ALL THE TIME AND SO DID MY FATHER, ONE OF YOURS! THIS IS TEENAGE STUFF, WE ARE MAKING CRIMINAL NOW DAYS, LIKE THE ART ON THE BRIDGE AND WALLS CROSSING OVER THE BRIDGE, I DIG READING THEM, GET A BUZZ OUT OF IT! I KNOW THERE WAS A STORM LAST NIGHT, BUT USING THAT AS AN EXCUSE TO PULL IN A DIFFERENT WAY, INDICATING THAT I WAS ON THE BUS . . . SOMETHING UP THIS MORNING . . . THE DOG, WARNED ME, JUST LIKE THE HORSES DID BACK IN MT. STERLING, UTAH WITH BRETT, TAKING ME UP ON THE HILL TO WATCH FIREWORKS, OR TO KILL ME . . . HAPPENS, DUMB ASSES! AND AS WE CAME DOWN THE CANYON, ME STOPPING AND TURNING AROUND, A GOD MESSAGE THROUGH THE DOG, I NOTICED, FOUR HORSES, IN FIELD, WITH A VERIFICATION FROM MY INTELLIGENCE MAN, GOD, THAT YES--THERE WAS SOMETHING WAITING FOR YOU UP THE CANYON, AND THE BUS DRIVER, WAS TOTALLY SILENT WHEN I GOT ON THE BUS, AND DIDN'T RESPOND TO MY QUESTIONS OR STATEMENTS . . . DAMN IT, DIDN'T GET HER AGAIN! TOO BAD, SO SAD . . . I HAVE PERFECT CONFIDENCE IN GOD, PERFECT CONFIDENCE IN MY BELIEF AND ABILITY TO INTERPRET WHAT HE IS TRYING TO TELL ME, AND PERFECT CONFIDENCE IN THE LAME ASS COPS, THAT THEY WILL FUCK IT UP! DEAL WITH IT . . . A COP JUST PULLED IN THE HOSPITAL, JUST LIKE THE HIGHWAY PATROL, ON SUNDAY, TO TRY TO INTIMIDATE ME FROM USING THE COMPUTERS, THAT I HAVE FOR THREE YEARS, OFF AND ON, WHEN THE COPS IN THE SKIES FRY MY PERSONAL COMPUTERS, OR COMPROMISE IT TO THE POINT THAT IT IS CONTAMINATED! ANYTHING THEY TOUCH, IS DIRTY TO ME, THESE DAYS! BIKERS AGAINST BULLIES/COPS, KEEP IT UP, NO CONFRONTATIONS, JUST A PRESENSE, AT THIS POINT! AMERICAN FIGHTERS JOIN HANDS, KEEPING IT AMERICA! FUCK THE ONE WORLD ORDER, DON'T WANT IT, DON'T LIKE IT, AND MY PERSONAL OPINION, ON THE PEOPLE HUNTING AND KILLINGS BY THE COPS, IS THAT THEY HAVE BEEN TOLD TO JUST KEEP SHOOTING PEOPLE FOR MISSING LICENSE PLATES, OR LOOKING AT A NEW CAR, AS IN TEXAS, FOOTBALL PLAYER JUST GUNNED DOWN . . . FIRST RESPONDERS CAN MAKE UP ANY DAMNED STORY THEY WANT, BECAUSE THE OTHER PARTY CAN'T BE A WITNESS! BUT, I THINK THIS IS CALLED SOCIAL ENGINEERING . . . MAKE THE PEOPLE, FORGET THEY HAVE CONSTITUTIONAL AND CIVIL RIGHTS, THAT THE COPS HAVE TO AFFORD THEM, AND JUST KEEP PUMPING THAT IRON INTO THEM, AND EVENTURALLY THE PROTESTORS WILL GIVE UP, THE SIT INS WILL END, AND THE COPS CAN CONTROL THE FUCKING PLANET, WHICH IS THE DAMNED ASS PLAN, THAT IS WHY THEY WANT ME GONE AND TO KEEP KAY, SO THEY CAN USE, MY NAME, SYNONAMOUS WITH CONSTITUTIONAL AND CIVIL RIGHTS, AND BULL SHIT YOU INTO THINKING THAT I HAVE CHANGED . . . WELL, GOD-DAMN IT YOU FUCKING PIECE OF ASS, KAY, THAT IS ALL YOU ARE, TO BE USED AND ABUSED, LIKE YOU HAVE BEEN BY ALL YOUR MEN, STARTING WITH TIM, GOING TO THE ATTORNEY, THEN TO DAVID, BACK TO THE ATTORNEY, AND FINALLY LANDING ON BRETT, WHO IS MANIPULATIVE, JEALOUS OF ME, GOT JILTED, AND HAS VENOM LIKE A SNAKE, WANTED A CAT FIGHT BETWEEN YOU AND ME . . . YOU HAVE HIM, YOU TWO ARE TWO PEAS IN A POD, ONCE CHEATERS, ALWAYS CHEATERS . . . AT LEAST THERE IS A BALANCE OF POWER BETWEEN THE TWO . . . TO NEGATIVES, MIGHT MAKE A POSITIVE, IN YOUR LOVE LIFE, BUT BONNIE AND CLYDE, PRETENDING TO BE ME, BONNIE, NO WAY, AND USING POLICE TO DO YOUR FUCKING DIRTY WORK IS NOT GOING TO FLY . . . THERE ARE WAY MORE OF US THAN OF YOU, COPS, OF ALL FLAVORS, SO BUCK UP, BUCKO, BECAUSE YOU ARE PUSHING THE ENVELOP . . . IF YOU FUCKERS DIG 17 SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS ON EVERY CORNER, LIKE IN ENGLAND, MOVE THERE, WE DON'T WANT THEM!

MOTION TO KILL--(S)HE WAS A SAWED-OFF, IN-YOU-FACE, THUMP-YOUR-CHEST BALL BUSTER! FROM THE LEGAL HALLS OF SHAME--LAW SCHOOL SURVIVAL 101! HARVARD GRAD, FORMER LAW PROFESSOR AT COLUMBIA, MY TORTS, PROFESSOR AT BRIGHAM YOUNG UNIVERSITY, RESPONSE TO SEEING, GROWN MEN/WOMEN CRYING IN THE HALL AFTER FAILING FIRST LAW SCHOOL "STILL WEEDING YOU OUT" PROPERTY LAW EXAM, WITH 25 PEOPLE SCORING WORSE THAN IF THEY HAD JUST SIGNED THEIR OWN NAMES AND STOPPED TAKING THE EXAM! NEGATIVE POINTS FOR WRONG ANSWERS--LOL! RAY JAY DAVIS--I WAS HIS RESEARCH, TEACHING AND LEGAL WRITING ASSISTANT, MY SECOND AND THIRD YEARS OF LAW SCHOOL--AND THE MOST REFRESHING LAW STUDENT HE HAD EVER MET--BECAUSE I DIDN'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS ABOUT IT! LOL! . . . ON LAW SCHOOL GRADES . . . GRADES DON'T MEAN A DAMN! THE "A" STUDENTS END UP WORKING FOR THE "B" STUDENTS, AND THE "B" STUDENTS, ARGUING THEIR CASES IN FRONT OF THE "C" STUDENTS . . . THE MAN WHO WROTE YOUR TEXT BOOK IN THIS TORTS CLASS, WAS A FORMER STUDENT, WHO GOT A "D" IN MY CLASS! LOL! SURVIVABLE! WHAT'S THE "HOLDING" OF THE CASE--WRONG! WHAT'S THE "HOLDING" OF THE CASE--WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! MR. DAVIS--WOULD YOU SLOW DOWN A BIT, SO WE CAN TAKE NOTES BETTER? NO! LEARN TO TAKE NOTES FASTER! CLASSMATE--HIS WIFE MUST BEAT HIM EVERY DAY BEFORE HE COMES TO CLASS! LOL! THINK OF LAW SCHOOL, MORE LIKE THREE YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL . . . PIZZA PARTIES, TALENT SHOWS, DANCES, AND GOLF TOURNAMENTS! 180 OF US STARTED TOGETHER, 12 DROPPED OUT AFTER THE FIRST PROPERTY EXAM, BUT 168 OF US SURVIVED, AS FAR AS I KNOW IT! BY MY THIRD YEAR, FRIENDS AND FELLOW STUDENTS, WERE ASKING ME IF IS WAS STILL ATTENDING LAW SCHOOL! LOL! AND LOOK WHERE I ENDED UP--IN A HOMELESS SHELTER IN PLAY CITY, U.S.A.! LOL! YOU MAY WANT TO CONSIDER THE SOURCE! LOL! ALTHOUGH, I DO HAVE 3 BAR LICENSES MORE THAN MOST JUDGES! LOL! PROFESSIONAL JEALOUSY AND PART OF THE PROBLEM! PEOPLE HATED ME IN LAW SCHOOL, BECAUSE, THEY THOUGHT I HAD A "GOLD STAR" ON MY FOREHEAD . . . OR BECAUSE IT CAME EASY, DIDN'T APPEAR TO BE TRYING . . . THOUGHT IS WAS ACTUALLY EASIER THAN MY UNDERGRADUATE DEGREE IN ENGLISH AND COMMUNICATIONS! I AM AN ALL OR NOTHING TYPE PERSON . . . YOU CAN PLAY FOR 14 WEEKS EACH SEMESTER, AND THEN DO OR DIE FOR THE LAST TWO . . . MY KIND OF DEAL! LOL! WHAT DO THEY CALL A PERSON WHO ONLY PASSED THE BAR EXAM BY 1 AND A QUARTER POINTS? THAT IS RIGHT--A LAWYERS! JOKE WAS ON ALL OF THEM! LOL! BUT, IT WAS ONE HELL OF A FUN TRIP TO THE BOTTOM . . . 5 STATEWIDE GOVERNMENT JOBS, KILLER LEGISLATION OR KILLING LEGISLATIONS, AWARD WINNING MANUALS, STILL IN USE, THREE UNIVERSITY TEACHING JOBS, A TEN YEAR BREAK, FOR TAKING OUT 9 FEDERAL ATTORNEYS AND INVESTIGATION AGENTS--CAT-LIKE FLEXABILITIES--REACTIVATING MY LAW LICENSE, BEATING DEATH . . . FIRST CASE, A $357 MILLION DOLLAR SECURITIES CASE, FOLLOWED BY A $56.7 MILLION CASE AGAINST THE MOST CORRUPT COUNTY IN 2010, IRON COUNTY CRIMINAL COPS AND ALLEGED JUSTICE SYSTEM . . . SAVING CLIENTS FROM ATTEMPTED HOMICIDE CHARGES, HOMICIDE CHARGES, GETTING ONE A NEW TRIAL, AND INTO THE WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM--NAMES #2 IN THE NATION FOR CIVIL RIGHTS DEFENSE, CASES FROM SMALL CLAIMS TO THE U.S. SUPREME COURT, IN BOTH LEGAL SYSTEMS, CIVIL AND CRIMINAL COURTS . . . WHAT A FUCKING COOL RIDE! AND SO WORTH IT! NOBODY IN LAW SCHOOL IMPRESSED ME . . . AND NOBODY DID AFTER I REACHED THE HEIGHTS I DID, AFTER LAW SCHOOL . . . THEY HAD TO TAKE ME OUT UNLAWFULLY, BECAUSE NOBODY COULD BEAT ME IN COURT! SO HERE WE GO GIRLS AND BOYS! OH, AND I NEVER HAD TO CHEAT, STEAL SOMEONE'S IDENTITY TO DO ALL THIS . . . BUT THE ONES GETTING THE CREDIT DID, SHITTY ATTORNEY OR NO ATTORNEY AT ALL! GO FIGURE . . . GOVERNMENT--MEN! LOL! THEY ALL IKNOW DAMNED WELL WHO THE REAL, JOANN S. SECRIST, ESQ. EXTRAORDINAIRE IS! THEY JUST TOOK THE MONEY AND RAN! NOT ABOUT THE MONEY TO ME . . . DO YOUR BEST, AND THE MONEY WILL COME!

Description of a Female Attorney

Sandra had joined the firm as a partner a year before Mason . . . she had been less than enthusiastic about hiring him . . . Sandra didn't think that an ambulance-chasing lawyer was corporate boardroom material.  Sandra blended hard edges and soft touches , , , she didn't need the money she made, and was lethal in the courtroom.  He wanted to break through her refrigerated demeanor.  "Excuse me," Sandra interjected.  "His name is Lou Mason, not Perry Mason.  Would you like to know what the head of the litigation department thinks about putting the future of this firm into the hands of a lawyer whose idea of a courtroom victory is selling a rear-end collision whiplash so story?  Mason felt every one's eyes burning holes into him while waiting to see if he got up off the mat after Sandra's body slam.  His were on her.  She didn't flinch.  Trouble was, angry as he was--she wasn't wrong.  Vicious--yes.  Wrong--probably not.  That was the nature of brutal truth.  Had she known Mason was quitting, she would have thrown him out of the window.

Neither Law School Nor, the Still Noble Practice of Law is for the Faint of Heart . . . the Brutal Truth, is What You Are Dealing With!

WE BREAK THEM, THEN REMAKE THEM!

First and foremost, law school, is a process of taking everything you thought you knew about yourself as a human being, as a student, as a member of society, as your pecking order in the world, and turning it on its head . . . the study and practice of law, is like giving someone a lethal weapon, like a gun, that is neither moral or immoral, but it is an inanimate object or a set of rules, laws, statutes, constitutions, that are then applied to a set of particular facts, that takes on the shape of the beholder, or the holder, as is, in the case of a gun--the law is either the greatest tool for good, or the worst tool for bad, depending on how it is used.  If that makes sense . . . there were Valedictorians, Rhode Scholars, who failed that first property law exam . . . people who barely made it in law school, who were top ten, made law review . . . there seemed to be no real rhyme or reason to who succeeded and who didn't, and that all changed, anyway, once you got out of law school, into the real practice of law, too.  There seemed to be no correlation between the amount of time you put into studying, or the lack thereof, and your grades!  So, in other words, you are starting from scratch, and you either think like a lawyer, or you do not, and if you don't, good luck!

But, the good news is, you can learn to think like a lawyer . . . they say, traditionally, law students, who either have a mother or a father who are already attorneys, do the best.  And that makes sense, they are brought up with the terminology, language, and dinner time discussions, that make this second nature to them, having listened to a parent or both parents, talk about cases, courts, legal principles, concepts and scenarios.  I remember, during my first semester of law school, listening to some tapes on contract law, and I mentioned to one of my roommates, who was not a law student, but a masters, level student, that I had 7 classes, just like this to learn . . . and she said, no, you have 8, a foreign language!  That was so true, the obligee, the obligor, the trustee, the trustor, etc.  

I would say, that one of the things that best prepared me to be a lawyer, is, number one, that I read the scriptures when I was young, and took that to be my rule of law, so to say for my spiritual life, and then took the particular set of facts, at hand, and applied them to the law or the opposite, applied the rule of law to the set of facts that I was dealing with.  In addition to that, I was 36 when I attended law school, so I was a good 15 years on average, older than the average law student . . . and believe me, that delayed attendance didn't hurt me a bit, nor did it after I got out . . . people assumed that I had graduated from law school at age 25, and assumed that by 39 or 40, that I had been practicing law for what 15 years, and I was trusted with huge ass statewide jobs, by that assumption!  LOL!  Motherhood, taught me to multi-task, and that was both beneficial, and kept me anchored during law school . . . kids can't wait, and my studies tended to take second place to family and social life . . . I was just recently divorced, turned the kids over to their dad, acting as friends with kids in common, ex was great support, and took over, while I filled in the gaps!

People Often Have the Wrong Idea of What Happiness is . . . But It is Really Putting Your Time Into a Worthy Purpose!  It is All About Balance!

I found that the most successful law students, were the ones, who didn't put their entire lives on hold for law school, but blended it into what they were already doing.  By way of example: a male colleague of mine, fellow law student, and his wife, both walked through graduation together, he with a law degree, she with a master's degree, and they had two children in tow!  Amazing, and he ended up clerking for the United States Supreme Court, if I recall, plus, in law school, he tended the kids, shared the load with his wife, played basketball and golf, took time to be a friend, and talk about normal issues, like cop profiling, when I got a ticket, driving my Volkswagen Rabbit, with a Grateful Dead Sticker in the back, and a cop pulling me over, thinking I was a California surfer dude!  This guy's brother was a cop, and said they do it all the time!  That was the day that the seeds for being a criminal defense lawyer took root!  But, Steve and his wife, were great parents, amazing students, and worked things out, so that both could reach their school and career goals!  I remember, seeing many male students, inparticular, being up at the law school, all the time, leaving their poor wives, home with the kids, using law school as an excuse to leave or be gone whenever!  I told them, I had been a wife of a master's student, and being the law student, was the easier of the two, having had two children at the time my ex-husband got that degree.  Both family and the law are worthy purposes . . . get that balance, hard as it is!

12 Quizzes on the Law Library, the Blue Book . . . The Nerd or the Olympic Basketball Jock, Top Ten?

At Brigham Young University, J. Reuben Clark Law School, back in the day, 1990 when I started law school, all new law students had to take 12 quizzes on the law library, and it seems we had to do something with the little Blue Book of legal citations!  Now, I was an English major, undergrad, and that helped me immensely going through law school and as an attorney, because, you write!  But, I was sitting in the law library one day, and I am sitting next to this very nerdy looking guys, non-descript, glasses, and whatever.  He was a second year law student at the time, and he was studying the citation book, that I have never used, since law school, nor did I much in law school, and have never touched it since, going all the way to the United States Supreme Court!  But, this dude, tells me, that I have to memorize this whole book.  Now, I believed that with grammar, that you were either born knowing grammar, or you were not, and I was not.  That all changed when I had this brilliant, but lazy English professor, who taught his class, survival grammar, in 15 minutes, I learned more than I had in all my schooling to that point, and that was including almost being an English major graduate . . . but from that point on, I could write for professors, lawyers, doctors and the Supreme Court, without batting an eye!  So, when I learned that I had to learn this monster, I was, more than depressed.

To my luck, about that time, Dave, a jock, and also, a second year law student, came in the library sweating and slamming a basketball, in the palms of his huge hands.  And he said, don't listen to him, you don't have to do any of that stuff to be good in law school.  Look at me, I even took time off, to represent the Canadian Olympic team in some playoff.  He just kind of dispelled my fears, said, it is no big deal, you just go through it and study, there is no magical formula, just do the work, and learn what they have to teach you.  Okay, I can do that . . . Dave ended up one of my law school squeezes, along with several others who took the stress off, in the basement of the law school, make out sessions!  LOL!  I did have fun, and the study of law, was a sideline, as it has been since graduating!  Like my mother said, don't sweat the small stuff and it is all small stuff.  Dave told me that there were guys who graduated top ten and were driving taxi cabs in New York, and those who barely made it out of law school, working as ambulance chasers, and are making bank . . . I loved his laid back attitude.  Dave ended up working for a big ass law firm in New York, hated it, and came back to Utah after law school, and worked for peanuts!  Good for him . . . all about happiness, not ego!  So that was the start of simplifying law school.  Law school was like three years of vacation for me . . . totally loved it, don't even remember it!  LOL!

JoAnn's Suggestions for Law School Survival

• you don't have to be religious to take this word of advice, but I think it was one of the best things I did in law school . . . I kept the Sabbath Day Holy, in and of the fact that I refused to study on Sunday, all the way through law school and through taking the bar exam!  You, fucking need, one day, to totally, let the amount of knowledge be digested, let your brain take a break, take time for family and friends, and just to chill out, for God sake.  Law school, or any schooling for that matter is really gruelling!  I would take my law books and hide them.  I would relax, go to church if that is something you do, or just take time to go to a movie, out to dinner, take time to yourself and with family, doing those things that go neglected during the week.  Even during finals, I would go to bed early and get up at 3:00 A.M., refreshed and ready for a new week, and generally had 5 or more hours to make up for lost time as it seems on Sunday, but sanity time, that can't be substituted.  I remember one guy studying 16 hours a day, and he failed his finals, so he amped it up to 20 hours a day, with 4 to sleep, some actually sleeping at the law school, and he did even worse grade-wise.  He finally relaxed, letting the brain, reach a zone, so to say of relaxation, that let it maximize the efforts he was making, rather than being totally, placing his brain in lock down . . . freedom.  When my ex-husband was getting his master's degree, and we had a ton of law and medical student friends, a law student, actually died in the library, that was open 24/7, and nobody noticed him, until his body started to stink, because he was always there!  Don't do that . . . work smarter, not harder!
• I know that some law schools, make you be in a study group . . . I would suggest, that if you have an option, don't join one.  I think I went to one for about a week, and it was all about the football game, a date, a spouse, or gossiping about fellow students, and little time was spent on actual studying!  I know it his book, Motion to Kill, Mason and Scot, his former law student buddy and now partner, seemed to think that they got each other through law school . . . one guy saw the big picture, and the other guys understood the details.  But, the thing that struck me, is that they were relying on each other, and didn't seem to be self made law students or attorneys, but continued to rely on each other through out their careers . . . possibly the concept of the law firm, where I had the total confidence to file a $357 million law suit, in a specialty area of law, securities having to know, constitutional, administrative, criminal, civil, and securities law, to handle the case, all by my lonesome!  Don't get reliant on someone else to get you through law school, or after.  I remember one of my friends, working for a law firm, right after she graduated, and when the first client came in, she responded to the first question, by running down the hall, yelling, Help, I need a real attorney!  I depended, entirely on myself, and that has served me well, or would have!
• you are assigned about 200 pages of reading a day, and you are suppose to brief each one of the cases, or write a small recipe card, with the facts, the rule of law, and the holding or the ruling in the case . . . that can take forever, and the day, that you don't brief, is the day that the professor will call on you to stand and defend a case!  Scream, always the one day, you didn't do the briefing.  I saw law student after law student, make entire fools of themselves, regardless of how well prepared they were, the professor could still stump them and make them look bad, and that seemed to be their goal!  I decided that I was going to look bad, 5 to 7 times in any given semester, regardless of how well I prepared, so I might as well, skip all the drudgery and bag on the briefing, which I did, and I didn't fare any worse than the other, allegedly, more prepared students.  I remember, one guy saying, we all look stupid, so why worry . . . I figured that one out, the first week!  That saved me a ton of time.  Now, I am not suggesting that you don't read the cases, or prepare for class, I never failed to do that, but the briefing cards, I doubt that one, second or third law student ever briefed one!  There is what you call, Black Letter Law . . . and that is what you need to know, not ever little nuance and detail of the case!  Focus on what will get you the most mileage!  Don't be afraid to make mistakes, just do your best, and be reasonable . . . the reasonable man standard is what is expected, not some miracle man or woman, who is perfect, that just doesn't happen at this stage of your training, nor really any time in law school, just a passage to bigger and greater things!  Don't get stuck in law school!  Some people get stuck in high school glory days, some in college, those frat rats, others get hung up with the law school crowd and others the bar . . .  I never really got hung up, and always figured that the best is yet to come, this blog has been by far the greatest, most interesting and fun thing I have ever done in the law, and the most far reaching and most not necessarily challenging, but rewarding, by far.  There is a sign that has, Uncle Sam, pointing his finger, and saying, We Want . . . with You, crossed out, and Your Vehicle . . . replacing it . . . this blog has been a force for good, fun, interest, and education!  And I am damned sure the government wants it, probably the reason for the push for government control of the Internet, or Internet Neutrality . . . can reach billions of people!  Big time influence, rather than just help my daughter, I can help the whole world of law students!
• always show up for class and always prepare!  I got the highest score out of 162 law students in my constitutional law class.  The professor told the students, that they could prepare an outline for this open book final . . . the book was fucking 4 to 5 inches thick!  Now, the week before finals, someone stole all my notes for all my classes, really putting me at a disadvantage, because, I can't even read my own handwriting, let alone someone else's, and you understand your own notes.  Well, someone, must have been impressed with me and decided that I was their competition and took my notes, or it might have been an obsessed boyfriend, who wanted me to flunk out, to spend more time with him!  But, I was pissed as hell, and had to rely on not notes from my classes, but legal helps, like black letter law study guides, that really were not part of our classes, but gave me a general overall understanding of the law in that subject area, but, I would say were inferior to the class notes, because the prof tests on his material, not general law stuff.  But, at the last minute, I decided, that I better prepare and outline of my con law stuff, on balance of powers, dealing with the executive, legislative and judicial branches of government and what their duties and responsibilities are, and where their powers overlap.  I decided that visually, three circles on a single piece of paper, with all powers and duties in one square, would make it easier for me to remember, and then in the overlapping part, with littler spaces, write all the powers, that might be shared or overlap.  I already knew the facts of the cases, generally, and the holdings or rulings in the cases, but, the professor mixed up some of the facts and the principles of law, taking some facts from one case and others from another case . . . but, that one piece outline worked wonders and the professor actually, asked me to be his research assistant, along with two other professors, torts, and family law.  I knew a guy who prepared a 600 page outline, and was so confused that he got lost and flunked the exam!  KISS . . . keep it simple stupid.  Several of my small section tort students, that I taught, asked me, hearing about my outline, if I still had it and if they could borrow it . . . sure, I was curious if it would be as helpful to them also.  They all scored the top four in con law!  I should have marketed that idea, because it worked big time, and I had a very large or disproportionate number of students, make it into the top ten or law review, from small sections tort . . . I guess that was a bragging item for professors!  Maybe that is why old Ray Jay Davis, the most feared professor wanted both me and Malcomb to stay on the next year, rather than hiring two newbies!
• Be yourself!  Never cow-tow to your professors!  Mr. Davis, whom most students feared and would not even say hello, loved the shit out of me, simply, because, when I was right, I stood my ground, and when all was said and done, he could have saved a whole hell of a lot of embarrassment had he listened to me.  This man was the number one expert on water law in the nation, and spoke at many conferences and was a consultant.  He was asked to write for a law review, a very prestigious thing and what law schools thrive on.  He gave me his paper, and told me to find law that supported the way he had written his paper.  After pulling 127 cases, reading and highlighting all of them, I reported back to the old TROLL, that case law did not support the way he had written this paper.  He slammed his hands down on his desk and said, most students don't have the guts to say hi to me in the halls, how dare you tell me that case law doesn't support the way I have written this paper!  I threw the cases, all 127 of them down on his desk and said, DO IT YOURSELF!  And walked out . . . 6 months later, the Ohio or Iowa, Law Review, sent him his paper back and said, CASE LAW DOES NOT SUPPORT THE WAY YOU  HAVE WRITTEN THIS PAPER!  From that point on, I could do no wrong, as if I ever did, lol, and I walked on water . . . the old Harvard grad, and former professor of Columbia, Arizona, and who knows, dug the hell out of me, and always said, that I was the most refreshing law student he had ever had.  One summer, he asked if I was going to be around to be his research assistant, and I said, well, I did apply for one job, with Americans United for Life, so if that job doesn't come through, then I will be around to work.  He laughed, and said you only applied for one job?  The other research and writing student, had applied, like most do, for 250 jobs!  Needless to say, I got the job, was not around for the summer, and worked for one of the largest, at the time, largest, public education and interest law firms in the nation, in Chicago, exposing me to legislation, the U.S. Supreme Court, the American Bar Association, American Medical Association, the Center for Disease Control and major entities, nationwide, giving me an education in and of itself of the way this government, the law, states working with the feds, works!  A great experience . . . fucking be yourself, change the law, revolutionize it . . . people would read my fun briefs and say, it that a legal brief?  Hell yeah, and as firms all over the nation paid the federal courts to read my stuff, hot off the press . . . I told them, all the federal rules say, is that you have to have contact info, the plaintiff and defendant, the case number, the motion or action, and the court and judge's name!  I swore, used references to witches, slavery, school bullies, etc., and people loved it! 
• don't be afraid to torture the law school librarians!  These people have law degrees, they are probably the "A" students, total eggheads, and can lead you to reference books and other sources that can save you time and your clients money!  I found them to be an excellent source and fountain of knowledge, and made me look great and more than one occasion with my professors and clients.  I would say they are the unsung heroes of any law school, and can just give you loads of good information and direction!  That is there job!  These people don't dig the limelight, and they are more than willing, to let you take the credit for all the great stuff they lead you to find, and then amaze your boss, professor, law partner, or clients . . . DON'T BE AFRAID TO LOOK STUPID, ASK CRAZY QUESTIONS, AND GO OUT ON A LIMB!  No Guts, No Glory!  BE CREATIVE, MAKE NEW LAW, MAKE BETTER LAWS!

REMEMBER TO HAVE FUN, RELAX, LAW SCHOOL IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD . . . THERE IS LIFE AFTER LAW SCHOOL, AND IT WILL SURPRISE YOU WHO SUCCEEDS!  KEEP IT ALL IN PERSPECTIVE . . . BE TRUE TO YOURSELF!  A FEW QUOTES:

• Protecting people when they were in trouble.  That's what the law is for, his aunt Claire had taught him.  She was hist father's sister and the first lawyer, liberal, and hell-raiser in his family.  She'd wielded the law like a club for her clients, who were usually poor, disadvantaged, or just outnumbered.
• She'd tried talking him out of going to law school, telling him that he wasn't cut out for the only kind of law worth practicing.  Her kind.  He'd gone anyway, silently suspecting that she was right.  He'd enjoyed the battle, but didn't care enough about the war she'd never stopped fighting.
• Mason thought of Aunt Claire as the sun rose at their backs.  She would have called Kelly the intrusive arm of the law.  Investigating, accusing, and punishing.  aunt Claire had taught him that it's the lawyer's duty to shield the individual from that power.  It was that duty, she told him, that drew her to the law.  He understood the duty but it had never held the allure for him that it had for Aunt Claire.
• Tommy Douchant had bloodied Mason's nose when Mason asked Douchant's girlfriend to double-skate at he roller rink.  Crawling under his table near the concession stand, Mason had tied the laces of Tommy's skates together while blood dripped from his nose.  They were ten.  Neither of them got the girl.  Friendships are born in strange ways. 
• Tommy was Catholic.  Mason was Jewish.  Tommy was hotheaded.  Mason was sneaky.  Tommy joined his father's union.  Mason went to college.  Tommy broke his back.  Mason lost his case.  Friendships die in strange ways.
• "No, Lou, You don't get a vote.  Love isn't an election.  you're either in or you're out and I'm out.  Our of love with you and out of the marriage."  she said it without rancor.  It was the way it was.  She had disengaged.
• It may have been simple to her, but not to him.  They had been married three years.  The first had been erotic and ecstatic.  The second had been quiet and comfortable.  The third had been dead and boring.  Mason called it a slump.  Kate declared it a dead end.  
   

GOOD LUCK!  YOU'LL DO GREAT!

HOG WILD? THE HOG FARM--BUT NOT AS WILD AS SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH! LOL! BIKERS, FAIL TO BREAK THE GUINNESS BOOK OF WORLD RECORD FOR PEOPLE WEARING ONLY UNDERWEAR AT ONE TIME, SO 187 OF THEM OPT FOR A NAKE MOTORCYCLE RIDE! BIKER POWER GRID, BIKERS AGAINST BULLIES/COPS IN MY CASE, FELT AND APPRECIATED! THANK YOU, ESPECIALLY, THE ONES WHO MADE SURE I GOT INTO THE SWIMMING POOL SAFE, AFTER HIT, THEN FILED OUT, IN VERY PRECISES AND MILITARY FASHION, WAY COOL! ON THEIR WAY TO STURGIS--MAFIA HAS MAFIA!. . . LEGAL HALLS OF SHAME--SINCE MY HOTSHOT FIREFIGHTER, DAUGHTER, GRETA, IS TAKING ONE MORE YEAR WITH HER KIDS, BEFORE GOING TO LAW SCHOOL AT THE UNIVERSITY OF MONTANA, I DECIDED, NOT TO WAIT TO GIVE NEW FIRST YEAR LAW STUDENTS, ENTERING THE HALLOWED HALLS OF LAW SCHOOLS ACROSS THE NATION A FEW TIPS AND CLUES ON LAW SCHOOL SURVIVAL THAT I GAVE LOWER CLASSMEN AND WOMEN, WHEN I WAS A LEGAL WRITING INTRUCTOR FOR SMALL SECTIONS TORTS, DURING MY 2ND AND 3RD YEAR OF LAW SCHOOL, WITH AN OVER REPRESENTATIVE NUMBER OF MY TUTOREES, MAKING IT IN EITHER TOP TEN OR LAW REVIEW, TAKING MY ADIVICE--THAT WILL BE DONE ON MONDAY, WHEN I HAVE MORE TIME ON COMPUTERS, THAN ONE HOUR! I AM CURRENTLY READING, "MOTION TO KILL" BY JOEL GOLDMAN, AND IT IS REMINDING ME OF MANY THINGS THAT THE LEGAL PROFESSION IS KNOWN FOR! FUN, STUFF, GOOD FOR MANY, ESPECIALLY LAW STUDENTS . . . I LOVED LAW SCHOOL, FIRST BOSS AT UTAH ATTORNEY GENERALS OFFICE SAID, IF HE HAD KNOWN THAT, HE WOULD NOT HAVE HIRED ME! LOL! WHEN A FEDERAL MAGISTRATE IN LAS VEGAS ASKED ME WHAT I LIKED MOST ABOUT LAW SCHOOL, I SMILED AND SAID, THE SOCIAL LIFE! WE BOTH KNEW THIS CLERKING THING WAS NOT A MATCH FOR EITHER ONE OF US! LOL! LAW SCHOOL SURVIVAL GUIDE, FOR MORE THAN JUST MY BRILLIANT AND BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER, WILL HELP YOU ALL . . . YOU CAN ACTUALLY ENJOY LAW SCHOOL! I AM JEALOUS OF GRETA, AND WOULD LOVE TO GO THROUGH, NOT WONDERING IF I SHOULD HAVE WATCHED MORE LA LAW! I RAN OUT OF ORIENTATION! LOL! THEY CALLED ON THE WOMAN NEXT TO ME, TO ANSWER A QUESTION WE WERE ALLEGEDLY SUPPOSE TO KNOW THE ANSWER TO BEFORE LAW SCHOOL STARTED . . . TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT, I LEFT! . . . SACAJUWIA FESTIVAL, BET SACAJAWEA--FIRE WOMAN, YOUR TO BLAME--WAS DOING BOTH LEWIS AND CLARK, HOT GREAT DISCOVERERS OF THE WEST! MY KIND OF GAL! WRITERS' WORKSHOPS, WHERE THE THREE FORKS RIVERS MEET, AT THE HISTORIC SACAJAWEA HOTEL, SOMEWHERE IN MONTANA! RADIO AD DIDN'T SAY? SOUNDS FUN THOUGH! LET'S GO! COME LEARN WHAT MADE THIS COUNTRY GREAT!

Sturgis Bikers Must Be Gaining Some Respectability!

Now there is really something wrong in Sturgis, when the world record is 2300 people, in Salt Lake City, Utah, who gathered to just wear underwear, to break the Guinness Book of World Records for pulling such a stunt, and all the wild ass guys and gals, on bikes, gathering for the 75th Anniversary of the motorcycle gathering, lauded as approaching 1.2 million bikers, in one place at one time, and all the rowdy crowd can mustard up is, a mere 187 or so bikers!  What is going on, up there in the Black Hills of South Dakota, when a group of Mormons, from Salt Lake City, Utah, can get more people running around in their spiffies, than bikers, at a huge rally can?  What's up with that . . . going for respectability, over rowdy?  HMMMMMM, very interesting . . . what are you guys up to?  All must have been calm on the western front, because, at least, I never heard any news out of the big time party.  I know that lots of bikers, come from very respectable professions, careers, and backgrounds, but come on, you have to have some of the old time rough necks hanging around the place?  I don't think that that incident a few months ago, down in Waco, Texas, would have put a damper on the party . . . because they, from what I understand, were from 5 local Texas biker gangs, not the big ones, or is the Sturgis party, a totally separate thing from biker gangs, who have been inferred to be, the American Mafia?

I guess, that the organizers of the underwear party aspect of Sturgis, either misread the crowd, underestimated, the number of very respectable bikers, from all over, and misguided the few, who actually did show up in their underwear, attempting to beat, ah, Salt Lake City, Utah, but the Mormon Church has a network, like none other, but I was totally shocked when the radio announcer told the listeners, who the bikers were trying to beat!  I was like, what?  But, it sounds, like the bikers, did the expected for that crowd, or rather the unexpected, and went for the naked motorcycle ride instead?  When I was in Sturgis, 18 years ago, it was actually pretty mellow, but we were up their early, and saw tons of bikers, heading to the gathering town, but, just like in the movies, all the colorful, customs bikes, in some instances, where lining the streets, in perfect formation, spaced with military precision, and cool as hell.  We saw many of the bikers, heading up that direction, caught in rain storms, that pounded the hell out of them that year, and felt sorry for the ones, left totally unprotected by nature, but I am guessing that a good time was had by all.  

Oh, and I want to thank the 6 or 7, either local bikers, and their entourage, who appeared to answer my call for a presence and some protection, who appeared to be on their way to Sturgis, who actually sent someone, down Hal's Walk, on the back side of the Clark Fork River, with one lady, stopping me, and asking me, about the iron or metal flags along the walk, that I had previously written about, and asking me if I walked this path often, which I had also said, seeming to verify who I was, the writer of this blog, being satisfied, she walked on, maybe calling the bikers in the parking lot of the swimming pool, who seemed to watch me, giving a presence and supporting, me, as I entered the swimming pool, going to the Aquatic Center, where just a few days before, I was locked in a shower stall, with a screaming machine, very able to curtail any yell for help, cover a gun shot, or any type of commotion, leaving me, with a narrow escape, under the one open side of the very narrow, crawl space, that I got out of and left the center, ASAP, in what appeared to be a planned hit, with several cops, and their families, disappearing, without going into the dressing rooms, leaving me, wondering where everyone was, and putting two and two together, with the Marine, high and tight, looking around the pool area, for someone who fit the description, blonde, with a poke-a-dot swimming suit . . . but my hair would have appeared to be brown!  

Someone was pissed that I escaped this assassination attempt, and by no means my first, nor my last, several attempts all the time, each day, sometimes and each week!  But, someone, who had to have connections with the Poverello Center, figure the link between the swimming pool and the Pov, and my locker, got in my locker and slashed my swimming suit!  Several times that week, I noticed, that bikers, were in the right place at the right time, after I called for some back up and help, at just the precise time cops were driving by, and it has been much calmer, since that time.  MAFIA HAS MAFIA!  

That statement came from a former, FBI agent, who stopped me at the St. George, Utah temple grounds, one morning, when I was pissed that the NSA, long before Edward Snowden ratted them out, hi-jacked 12 hours of work, that I spent all night working on the computer, staying off line, until I was ready to send it out, to the Utah hinterlands . . . after I had spent all night, helping a constitutional group of people, who referred to themselves as the Boys From the Mountains, and other backwoods, Utah groups, had asked me to help organize and give some credibility to the first, Utah Liberty Convention to be held in the Old Territorial Statehouse, in Fillmore, Utah, back in about 2009.  But this former, FBI negotiator, Byron Sage, an agent, who was used, actually, in the Waco, Texas, incident with self proclaimed prophet, David Koresh, leader of the Branch Davidians, who had a stand off, against the FBI, with about 283 people being killed when the compound they were living in was fire bombed, leaving few survivors, and many dead, telling me that statement as some hard cored la familia, Mexican mafia members were walking around the temple gates, watching me and Byron--I had been working on immigration stuff . . . and when I asked the former FBI agent, if he noticed the menacing persons, he merely said . . . Mafia has Mafia!

I Am Not 100% Sure if the Bikers Whom Appeared to Answer the Call to Protect Me from the Bullies/Cops, But I Felt Safer, and the Cop Traffic Has Been Minimal Since that Plea for Help Came . . . MUCH APPRECIATED!

GO AMERICAN FIGHTERS OF ALL COLORS AND FLAVORS . . . YOUR PRESENCE WAS FELT!

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!! 

ROCKET BOX: LAST NIGHT, I WENT TO BED LISTENING TO OLD TIME COUNTRY . . . WOKE UP WITH THE SONG LYRICS--"YOUR WORKING ON YOUR NECK BROKEN HEART!" LOL! WITH ME, IT IS MORE LIKE, YOUR WORKING ON YOUR NEXT BROKEN EGO! LOL! KENNEDY AND MR. HOT PANTS! WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT? TO QUOTE TINA TURNER! LOL! ROAD TRIP: CROWN GUITAR FESTIVAL, BIG FORK, MONTANA, AUGUST 30 TO SEPTEMBER 5, SEVEN NIGHTS OF MUSIC BY WORLD-RENOWNED ARTISTS WHO ALL WORSHIP AT THE ALTER OF THE GUITAR . . . "MUSIC IS MY RELIGION!" BACK OF A T-SHIRT ON THE MOUNTAIN LINE BUS, YESTERDAY! CHALK 'N ROCK, BIG FORK--PAINT THE TOWN! SEPT. 19, 20, 2015 . . . HOPEFULLY, NEXT YEAR, AFTER METALWORKS, MONTANA, MY SON'S BAND, "THE DITCH & THE DELTA" WILL BE ROCKIN' THE CROWN GUITAR FEST IN BIG FORK . . . COVER OF THE CORRIDOR, HAS CUTE RED-HEADED GUITAR PLAYER . . . MY SON SHOULD BE GRACING THE COVER NEXT YEAR . . . RED MODEL MATERIAL! PLAYS GUITAR BETTER THAN ERIC CLAPTON, JIMMY HENDRICKS, LED ZEPPLIN! THE FACTS ARE THE FACTS, AND I AM NOT PREJUDICE, HE IS HOT, AND HE IS GOOD! CHECK OUT THE END OF "THIS DESTROYER" ON YOUTUBE VIDEO, BAND, "MARALOKA" . . . ERIC WILL CLAP TONS! FUN STUFF IN MONTANA, BEAUTIFUL TIME OF YEAR, WHILE IN BIG FORK, TAKING GUITAR WORKSHOPS, LISTENING TO GREAT MUSIC, TAKE A STROLL UP SWAN RIVER TRAIL, ONE OF MY FAVORITE WALKS IN MONTANA, NOT STEEP, RIGHT BY THE RIVER, GORGEOUS SCENARY! LET'S ROCK, MONTANA! FALL LEAVES WILL BE COMING ON SOON . . . GET YOUR FUN IN, WINTER IS COMING, BUT THAT IS EQUALLY AS BEAUTIFUL IN THE FLATHEAD VALLEY AND ON THE LAKE!

 

HOT MESSES & NYMPHO'S . . . A BAG 'O NUTS! GO RIDE! MR. POVERELLO HOT PANTS & JAMES KENNEDY, RIDING BUDDIES? WHAT MY INTEL TELLS ME . . . TEMPTATION, STAGED . . . FAITHFUL EXPRESS! A NICE COLD, DIET COKE, TO COOL OFF MORE THAN THE HEAT! FAT IS A FEMINIST ISSUE--NOT LIKELY TO GET NAKED FAT! LOL! WATCH OUT WORLD, IF I DO GET DOWN TO THE WEIGHT I WANT, GETTING HORNIER BY THE SECOND! LOL! SOME MEN HAVE EVEN TOLD ME THAT I GOT FAT TO WARD OFF MEN . . . POSSIBLY . . . I WANTED YOU TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, NOT LOOK AT ME AS A SEX SYMBOL, BUT NOW, THAT DOESN'T SEEM TO MATTER TO ME--JUST LOOKING AT ME ANYWAY IS SPOT RIGHT ON WITH ME! LOL! ONE OF THE POV. COUGARS, ELVIRA, WHO IS HITTING ON A DUDE, HALF HER AGE, IS DEPRESSED TO FIND OUT THAT HE TALKS TO HER LIKE A FRIEND AND TELLS HER ALL THE GILRS HE WANTS TO DATE! HINT, HINT, HINT . . . MOVE ON, VAMP! LOL! CLARK FORK SCHOOL--OUR KIDS THRIVE ON THE OUTDOORS! TWO KICK ASS, IN SHAPE WOMEN, TAKING 16 7 TO 10 YEAR OLDS, UP HIKING UP TO THE "L" ON THE MOUNTIAN . . . THE "L" IS SUPPOSE TO STAND FOR LOLO, BUT TO ME, IT STANDS FOR LOVE! HEALTHY MONTANA KIDS . . . TWO JESUIT PRIESTS, ARE GIVING UP THEIR NEW YORK SYNAGOGE, FOR THE BACK ROADS OF MONTANA, TO SCOUT OUT JEWISH PEOPLE . . . LIKE RIGHT, THERE ARE NO JEWS ON THE BACK ROADS OF MONTANA, YOU JUST WANT TO GET TO THE MOUNTAINS, AND I DON'T BLAME YOU! LOL! NICE EXCUSE! JUST KIDDING, BUT THE BACK ROADS OF MONTANA, IS ABOUT THE LAST PLACE I WOULD LOOK FOR JEWISH PEOPLE TO BE HANGING OUT! LOL! NOTHING RACIST, ZIONIST, OR XENOPHOBIC ABOUT IT, JUST DON'T THINK THAT IS WHERE TO FIND JEWS! LOL! JUST MY PERSONAL, UNRELIGIOUS OPINION ON THE SUBJECT . . . YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT OPINIONS . . . EVERYONE HAS ONE!

It's the People Who Mess it Up!

So, as I am coming back to the Poverello Palace or Hotel California . . . to get my glasses, that I left in my locker, my friend, don't know her name, but she has two master's degrees, is probably in the FBI, hired to be here, to do a psychological profile on me, but we kind of encourage each other in our elitism, just for fun, every once in a while, but she is standing outside the fence that surrounds the compound, blocking homeless life, from the view of the community, adding mystery, and mystique to the place . . . and my friend, who is getting a bit of a cold and cough, says, and tries not to smile, when I ask her what she is doing, standing outside, and she says, and kind of smiles . . . I don't know if I feel safe here, and I don't know why . . . then she comes clean . . . I think I am really just sick of the people here.  I started to laugh, and I said, I know, the other day, I was thinking what a nice facility the Pov. is, and it is the people who mess it up!  LOL!  She turned, covering her face laughing!  LOL!  A few minutes later, she was in line for dinner!  I guess she doesn't feel too unsafe, nor are the people that bad, because she is going into eat!  LOL!

 

Seriously, most of the inmates, as I call them, are very nice, and there is actually, a whole lotta love, shown in the place, with people helping others, with doors, their bags, carrying food, trays for them, pushing wheel chair bound vets around, and just giving someone a shoulder to cry on, or a good friend to listen to what ails the person . . . and some have a damned good reason to be pissed at the world, and I, for one, am, one of them!  No, in reality, I have had a very blessed life, and I like to remind myself that it could always get worse, just look around!  LOL!  Really, there are so many people, who have tragedy, abuse, violence in their lives, lack any form of supportive family or a network of friends to fall back on, and often the people who end up at the Pov. serve each other as surrogate families, who gather around them, and give them, what they might not have had in their entire life.  Housing, roughly, 150 people per night, there are bound to be a few conflicts, but over all, there is a peaceful, loving and supportive atmosphere, that is really healing, safe, and conducive for growth and change.

No, High Horse Sitting in This Joint!  Attitude Adjustments Free!

This same chick, came with an attitude, and sort of a chip on her shoulder, but there is no place, like the Pov. to take you down a notch or two off your high horse, if you have managed, in life to climb on one!  This woman, whom I find as a comfort, now, not liking her a whole lot, the first few days, has gone from being a prima donna, to a genuinely nice individual, who adds to the great combination of people who, are actually fortunate enough to find themselves, housed in this town, and in this facility, with this set of staff, who really care, from all I can tell.  Little Annie, who stands 5 feet tall, struts around, with an attitude and a chip on her shoulder about the size of Texas, and yesterday, I reminded her, not to disrespect this place, because you are not going to find another like it.  Last night, some new chick, right out of incarceration at Warm Springs, kind of, as I understand it, a mental health facility, but also, kind of a prison, for people, like my former, roommate's girlfriend, a tough ass, down and dirty, Boston chick--Boston Tough, who beats up cops, 30 to be exact, is sentenced to 6 years there . . . but, this new Pov. chick, takes one of the two fans, in a room of 40 or so, ladies, and turns it so it hits, just her and another chick, sleeping on the floor or on cots . . . so, Elvira--the vamp, comes and turns the fan, so some air hits the rest of us, reminding the new girl, that she can't keep the fan to herself, that there are others and she needs to share . . . the chick, turns the fans back to her and her buddy on the floor.  I am kind of like . . . here we go.

Your Going To Be Incarcerated Again, If You Don't Share!  All I Ever Needed to Know, I Learned in Kindergarten!  LOL! How True! Share!

Elvira, sits up and decides she is going to tell staff, but she discloses that fact that she is in her nightie, and it is see through.  I told, the chick, Lady Jane, as Annie, who is asleep calls her, to go tell staff, and she said, gladly and gets to get out of bed, when this chick, kind of a bruiser, states that she has been incarcerated for 8 years, and she is tough enough to take on anything, and storms out of the door, into the hall.  Elvira and Jane, who have never been incarcerated, and I am not sure, they even knew what that was, both backed down . . . okay, this is where experience comes in . . . she has just been to jail, and so have I, for, contempt for court!  LOL, as the attorney!  I guess I am elected to go talk to her.  She is pouting in the hall, and I just go up and put it as cold and factful as I can . . . you simply have to share in a place like this, there are women, who get sick, not getting any air, when the nights are hot.  And, the staff will not hestitate for one second, if you are a pain in the ass, to take that ass and call the cops, getting you incarcerated again.  So, just in case, you don't have a plan "B", I would share the fucking fan . . . no, I was nicer than usual, in fact, I am swearing less, the place must be rubbing off on me!  LOL!  All was calm on the western front, from that point on through the night . . . each woman, has to be broken in a bit, to adjust to what is happening there.  Ms. master's degrees, prima donna, said, it is good, that you two were the ones dealing with her!  LOL!  Age, and being a laywer, helps . . . Ms. Vamp, was too busy, showing off her chest, but the target of her desires, likes small breasts . . . he must be reading my blog!  LOL!

Every Once In a While . . . Mr. Hot, Walks Through the Doors of the Pov. or Other Shelters, and It is Amazing What A Sight for Sore Eyes Can Do to Make Hell, Become Heaven and The Desired Place to Be!  LOL!

This new blonde version of James Kennedy, who similarly walked through the Butte Rescue Mission doors one night, leaving me thinking to myself, that the mission, just got a whole lot more interesting and exciting, as did the entrance of Mr. Prince Charming . . . probably, some biker buddy of James' coming to test my faithfulness, and tempt the hell of of me!  Good God, what do you think I am made of?  I am resolved . . . just accidentily typed, "resolbed" . . . re sol bed!  Like I am saying, these two Alpha Males probably ride together, terrorizing the women folk, throughout the country!  LOL!  They remind me of the type of guys, who hang out in seedy bars, scoring easy women, and getting hard core tattoos . . . classy, bad boys!  While James is flamboyant and mouthy, at times, not afraid to dance and sing in front of the crowd, this guy, don't know his name, is quiet, sticks to himself, reads all the time, and, is fucking hotter than hell, a rival for sure, but maybe a plant by Kennedy, kind of a bikers creed, that we are going to put the women to the test, to see if they ar faithful to one or the other.  The problem is, that when two guys or gals, look sort of a like, there tends, at least for me, to be this next cut deeper affect, in the fact that the guy prior to the current one, has already taken the love knife, deeper into the fleshy tablets of my heart; therefore, one so close in looks, style, reminding me of the other, nose, neck and a few other things . . . this phenomena, takes you another step deeper into the center of the heart, that for me, is basically, virgin territory, having never fully been conquered by anyone.

 

I once had a best friend, she was a raving dark haired beauty, and I was the blonde haired, blue eyed equivalent.  We were constant companions, and people started to think we were twins, leaving me wondering what they were smoking?  But, I think, if two people share the same interests, are constantly with each other, and enjoy being together, they start to look like each other . . . just like dog owners, start to look like their dogs, or vis versa!  That is why I don't own a dog, I don't want to make people think, me and my dog look alike, but it tends to be true, in my opinion!  LOL!  But, my intel guy, God, seems to be, giving me the scoop on these two, probably a game they play, a bet they have, and does sort of make some sense, if they really are good friends . . . too many people, of both sexes, fall for one set of the twins, and then go for the other, cheating on the original, just because, they are so close, in everyway.  In fact, I told, my friends at the Pov. that after the first few times, looking at the new hot Alpha guy . . . that came from Elvira the Vamp, of course, he reminded me so much of James . . . or is he James with his hair dyed blonde?  That thought crossed my mind too?  Maybe?  But, I think James is taller, wilder hair, but he has his quiet sides too, and I don't really know either one of them that well!  So?  But, faithful, I shall be . . . until I am no longer fat!  LOL!  Then, game on, whomever is in my line of sight, is the guy . . . can't wait forever, and I have no commitment to anyone right now, James included.  But, I am challenged by this test, and I will pass it with flying colors, like all exams I have taken in my life . . . delayed gratification is the key to success, whether in relationships, school, work, in anything!

Cute, Clark Fork School . . . I Could Not Agree With The School Motto More . . . Our Kids Thrive In the Outdoors!  Mine Did!

These are smart women running this school . . . kids play is their work, get them out, let them run, climb, explore, discover, hike, bike, get in nature, they will, in fact, thrive!  I used to have a plan every morning, going to the duck pond, the library children's reading day, hiking up a glacier, baby in backpack, a few extra kids, and a few black garbage bags, a hike along river beds, meadows, and mountain snow fields, sliding down, dumping off, just before hitting the glacier lake!  My weekends were spent with my kids, in Moab, Zion, climbing Mt. Baldy, going to the sand dunes, swimming in mountain lakes and damns, going to hot springs, Mary's Lake up at ski resorts in the summer, hiking Yellowstone or Grand Canyon . . . my oldest daughter, Greta, was only 5 months old, when she was put in a backpack and carried down the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, where she later worked, at the North Rim, ending up going Rim to Rim, in a grueling 12 hour hike, even carrying her father's backpack, because he was a weekend warrior, and totally out of shape for the brutal hike, about ready to kill my oldest son, Chris, who fell asleep, not knowing exactly where the pair of family hikers would emerge, missing the call, to his father's wrath!  LOL!

 

The real benefit of getting the kids up and gonig in the mornings, giving them this type of activity, like hiking to the "L", which probably will come to mean, love to the 16 youngsters, hiking up that way today, from the Clark Fork School, is that you can get the kids out, and busy, plus, moms can keep their houses clean, and just bring exhausted kids home, and feed them lunch, read them a story, and put their tired asses do for a long summer afternoon nap!  I insisted that my kids, take a nap, each afternoon, my two hour sanity time, from 1 to 3 P.M., so I could rest, friends, husband, nobody dared call me, after my morning fun, leaving me tired and ready for a rest as well.  For the time being, some of these lads and lasses, will hate the hike, complain, and say, what, Elliot, my youngest son, at age 11 said, when hiking the back side of Mt. Timpanogus, in Provo, Utah . . . I would rather swim in shark infested waters, that climb that again!  At 13, he told me he was just a city boy, but by 32, he is probably in a tie, with older sis, Greta, for being the most outdoorsy of all my four kids, who all love the mountains, outdoors, and, did, in deed, thrive in the outdoors!

CHANGE THAT "L" ON THE MOUNTAIN, FROM MEANING, "LOLO" TO MEANING, "LOVE!"  I CAN'T THINK OF A BETTER GIFT THAT A PARENT, SCHOOL, OR ANYONE CAN GIVE, THAN A LOVE FOR THE OUTDOORS!

SUMMER IS AWASTING . . . GET THEM OUT PARENTS!