Three Potential Hits Walking Down Meridian Between 2:30 And 3:30 A.M., Saved by the Electrical Boxes!
I walked from McDonald's on Highway 93, to Meridian, starting about 1:30 A.M., due to the fact that I didn't want to walk back to where my sleeping bag is, because of the cops visit last night, two females, on male, so close that I could almost hear their entire conversation. So, I decided to stay out all night, for fear that there was some clandestine trap waiting for me, or surveillance, a stake out, not knowing for four fucking years what I am being chased for, but knowing damned well, that I am in deed, being chased, tracked, stalked, hunted, with a price on my head, from a bounty to a hit. Last night was no exception. As I crested the hill, near Buffalo Hill, and heading down Meridian, in Kalispell, MT., about the time I came to Ron H. auto repair or tires, I think, there is this big retaining wall, or rock wall. Just before I hit that section of the walk, I noticed a young man, come peeking out from behind this cement wall, as if he was waiting for, me but anticipated that I would be faster than I was, and he was checking on what the hold up was? However, I was several hundred yards from him, when I saw him and he realized that I saw him, so he acted like there was nothing strange about being a block up the hill, pretty far from his truck. I was not sure where he was going, so, not wanting to risk anything at that time of the morning, I took off fast, across the street, so if he got in his older SUV, dark green/blue, and tried to run over me, like the beater blue devil that came at me like a bat out of hell, the other night, I could get out of the way . . . luckily he turned down the street, but he did pass me two other times! Very suspicious. Some guy said, well maybe he through you were good looking and wanted to look at your or talk to you! At fucking 2:30 P.M., hell NO!
As I approached the UPS loading docks, I noticed that there was a maroon sedan, with the driver's door open, in a position, that would allow someone to dart out at me, pretty fast. I kept my eye on him, looking in, taking note of what he looked like . . . again, a younger man, but not too young, who watched me, then closed the door and took off, but for a while, I wondered if he was going to charge me with his car. He did not, but he also came back one more time. The last one, was the scary one . . . my dirt bag friend, Robert, an old Army dude with a scruffy voice, told me, as we waited to take showers, that there were showers at the county fair grounds, that you can also take showers in, nice hot water, and nobody there. He said he likes to take a shower at midnight or after, because he is alone, and can take a nice long hot shower . . . sounds good to me. I was just killing time, so a shower to warm me up, sounded amazing, and I was all for it.
Out Waited Either the Rapist, Murderer, Or Someone Who Was Pissed That I Ratted Out the Cops Who Were On Church Property, Playing the Midnight Reapers! A Bird Was Screaming In a Bizarre Way, Symbolism Seemed to Indicate that This Person, Maybe a Cop, Was Pissed!
I believe that I got done with my shower, hot, enjoyable, and nobody at the fair grounds when I came in. I must have let the water run for a good half hour. After that I started to get a bit spooked. The fair grounds are very isolated, quiet, and anything could happen, so I decided that I better get out and get my clothes on. The only things that I had to keep the door shut, was a large garbage can, and I took a stick and shoved that under the door also, thinking that if someone decided to venture in, I would at least hear them come in! There was however, a latch on the shower door, that made me feel a little better. But, when I got out of the shower, I could hear a shower in the next stall or in the men's restroom. I was a bit freaked out, that someone was there about 4:00 A.M., not the type of place an unarmed female wants to be at that time in the morning! I thought I heard several male voices . . . not up to a gang rape. I decided to go turn off the lights, while I could still hear the shower going. Maybe they would think that I slipped out while they were still in the shower.
As I sat there in the dark, I could hear, what sounded like either a car door shut, or rubber garbage cans, being pushed aside. I never heard an engine, but thought that someone might have been rearranging their car, or cleaning it out. I was not going to take a chance with whomever was out there. But, I did get my cell phone, to shine on my make-up, and decided that if I had to sit here, I was going to quietly put my make-up on. I think whomever was outside, saw the light, so they now, knew that I was still in there . . . NSA or hackers, just froze my cursor!, but the intruder who was outside the door, stopped and I was worried that he would come in the door, assuming a female would have already have come in. The garbage can was my first line of defense, then the stick, that might stop them for a second, but the shower door was what I was thinking would stall the guy long enough for me to grab my dangerous weapon, my purse with my computer in it! While it is only suppose to weigh 3 to 6 lbs., with all the cords, legal pads, and other shit, it is a killing machine. The guy would first have to break down the door, or crawl under, so, I had my cell phone ready to call cops if something did start to happen.
Obnoxious Bird . . . Silence Her! I've Seen This Sign Before!
For some strange reason, it came to me, that this might be a cop himself, and maybe the other voices I heard were also cops, who gathered, realizing that is where I took off to, after the former two men left. But, as Heaven would have it, rain started to sprinkle on the tin roof, sounding wonderful, and I was hoping it would sent the stalker, inside a car. It turned into quite a downpour, but I could still hear someone doing something right on the other side of the wall, paper thin! I figured I was safer inside than out, by a long shot. Although, I figured that, maybe the way the building was situated from the car, I could sneak out the side door, and go around back, and hide that way. Na, better stay safe inside, even if you have to stay all day! Vanity, vanity, vanity, I did manage to very quietly put my make-up on, but I was afraid that he saw the light. I thought that I would wait until 6:00 A.M., and maybe the world would be up and going with more traffic. All of the sudden this bird, I think, or maybe some type of bird caller, started to scream, or something I had never heard before, and it got worse. I thought, it sounded like some crazy bird that someone would want to silence, just like the silencer that was used, so that someone could shoot a bird in my back yard, when I was working with Whites and Hispanics, to resolve some immigration stuff.
Again, as luck would have it, I thought I heard the car, roll slowly over the gravel . . . you could not hear an engine, so it must have been a newer car, and over the rain, I thought the man might have left, but I was not sure. All of the sudden a total downpour came and for some reason, I thought, he will be either putting stuff back in his car, or busy moving stuff, returning cans, etc., so I decided that I would leave, as fast as (he can possibly get his refund. . . I just typed this?) I could walk and high tail it out of the fair grounds to safer ground, while he might be sitting in his car. To my surprise, there was no car and no guy? Maybe the rain deterred whomever it was. It was about 5:00 A.M., so I had waited for pretty long, and I figured that if it was a cop, he might get impatient. Patience is a virtue, and a trait that I have learned, more in may later years. I was still creeped out, because he could be hiding somewhere. I didn't feel safe, until I got to the gas station, Michael's, on the corner of Idaho and Meridian! I was never so glad to see the store clerk, a warm, safe place . . . McD's was open early too. I though the cops might have told the clerks to notify them if someone meeting my description came in the store. Exciting night, go exercise and a great shower!
Dead Ringer! Deadly Wives. Diabolical Women Killers!
So, once I got to McD's, I turned on my YouTube recommendations, and saw this episode that caught my eye, because of the symbolic name of the female serial killer, Dana Sue Gray. Dana is a female teller at the Wells Fargo Bank in St. George, Utah, who reminds me of my sister, Rachel, blonde, buxom, with a nice smile. Sue is my sister's name, just a year younger than myself, really Susan, but everyone calls her Sue, so symbolic of a sister. Then, if my Intel is right, there is a Kennedy look-a-like who is with sister, Rachel, so the 50 Shades of Gray! Or it could be Kennedy. Who knows, I just take the Intel as I get it, and hope it is of use to both me on a personal level and to, maybe, someone who is looking into this case, giving them leads and something to go on. I never thought Rachel looked like me, being 7 years my junior, about 3 to 4 inches taller than myself, huge ass fake boobs, but at the time I was working in Chicago, and Rachel was pregnant with Matt, I was surprised when someone asked us if we were twins! I was like, what? Are you kidding me, we don't look anything a like. However, over the years, with me putting on weight, I have started to look, to my chagrin, somewhat like Shelley . . . my father thinks all the Southwick girls look a like!
For at least the last two years now, the cops sure as hell can't tell the difference, or they don't want to know the difference, because they get us confused . . . I am the alleged murderer, or so it seems, when in reality, I am the good sister, always have been, always will be, and Rachel, could, and by all intents and purposes, so fit the traits of this Dana in the movie, that I was wondering if she murdered someone and due to the similarities in looks, think that it is I, who killed, what the sheriff? Seriously, they have pursued me for 4 years, almost non-stop since I was sworn in to the U.S. Supreme Court Bar, or practice in that bar. This Dana was beautiful, but she got a thrill out of the risk associated with the kill and associated shopping with the payoff for killing . . . Rachel is a shop-a-holic! I can't stand to shop. But, Dana would kill women, bring them to their knees, kill them, brutally, once hitting this older women with an iron, after stabbing her, then she would take their credit cards, and go on a fucking shopping spree! Gross! She would go get her hair cut, nails done, and buy a bunch of new clothes, as if nothing happened! She killed at least 3 women, all older and it was surmised that seeing she was a nurse by profession, that she liked people to be dependent on her, or vulnerable, and then she got some thrill out of them begging for their lives!
The Jensen Connection! Shelley, Brett And Kay!
Shelley lived next door to the mother Jensen, and was friends with Wayne, a dentist, who had a very successful attorney brother, who worked in Salt Lake City, Utah, and who had a case against Kay Burningham, who looks nothing like the Southwick sisters, it must be a murder thing, how she connects to the sista club, but Kay had a case against Bruce Jensen, the attorney for the University of Utah, where at the time, Brett worked, but was fired for hitting on women, sexual harassment. If I were to guess, Brett probably hit on Kay, because he hits on everyone, who may have been up around the U of U campus, her clients were suing the U of U, and some of the docs for medical malpractice. Kay hated Bruce Jensen, opposing counsel with a passion! That may have been where Kay, also got the idea to step into my shoes, I had been a family law professor, undergrad, and also had several awards, plus published in the U of U, Annual Review, the journal for the medical community. So, I already had a big name on campus, back in the day, before the poisoning. But, at about that time, and giving me the first hint, that Shelley, was in fact, using my name, and titles, came from Bruce and Wayne's mother, who kept referring to me as Shelley and Shelley as JoAnn. Mrs. Jensen, would invite me to come watch TV with her, back when I still thought I was dying, and had time. She would say how confused she was, now are you . . . or are you . . .? I would always try to straighten her out.
Bruce Dies Mysteriously . . . Mom Jensen is Immediately Put in a Nursing Home, Wayne Gets the House, All Mom and Bro's Stuff! Nice!
I do think the seeds of deceit and murder, were in the makings back then, starting with Wayne, who stood to inherit, his mother's estate, which was quite extensive, tons of stocks, with Bruce out of the way. Magically, Bruce, ended up dead of carbon-monoxide poisoning, during the time that Kay had the case against him, and she hated him with a passion, as did she Greg Erickson, her partner, whom she lined me up with to get the job with him, after he fired her ass during the trial, I believe on this same case, and I stepped in and won the motion for Greg! Greg settled the case for something that Kay did not agree with, but she was off the case at that time. So, some connections and bad blood, way back. All I was doing was filling in for Kay, who was fired! I didn't think anything of it, and was not a trail attorney at the time, was general counsel for the Utah Medical Association. But, later, Shelley and Wayne got very close, and I wondered if Wayne had him killed, and maybe this is where Brett came in. Kay, when she first met Brett, asked me a very curious question for just being introduced to Brett . . . How well did you know Brett when you married him? Several times, even the first time they allegedly met, she said she was jealous of me! Later, Kay and Brett, arranged what was suppose to be a girl's weekend up at Kay's house in Jeremy Ranch . . . Brett ended up spending the whole weekend, flirting, payback for old bad blood between or in Kay's mind, where I had Greg and she was slighted by the lawsuit firing, which was none of my fault!
Shelley had a, likewise, interesting statement when she met Brett, allegedly for the first time . . . Oh, soooooo this is your husband. Shelley also seemed to know Frank of Interpol, aka, Allan Rex Bess. All of these people, could have known each other before I was poisoned! Like I said, Brett may have been mafia, or had those connections, killed Bruce for Kay, Wayne benefited, and Shelley got the idea from him, and the wheels started rolling from that point on . . . I would say that Shelley and all my sisters would prefer to have Kay as their sisters, acting like you can pick and chose your family, and they have . . . my kids are the case in point. I have watched a ton of true crime movies, and so many people, especially narcissists, just kill people who get in their way! Like I have said before, there are 25 people dead, in connection with my cases . . . many didn't even know what hit them, they just got in the way of plans, and got dusted! Shelley's ex-boss, Alan Wolfson, is mafia, my father has mafia connections, and Brett seemed to always be trying to expose who he was through movies: (1) Mormons and Mobsters; (2) Joann Going Down; (3) Stuart Bliss; (4) Ned Lloyd . . . a lottery winner, who ends up dead, and the whole town decides to keep his death a secret and divide his winnings among themselves, hint, hint, hint . . . Brock, Cheek, Vail, El's music, my blog!
All of these people were dirt ass poor; Brett was working at Pepperidge Farms, making cookies, Shelley was selling books to libraries, and Kay was going in debt, $10,000 per month. Once, I had a check, just sitting in a box, worth $3,000 that I had not cashed, from my Utah Medical Association disability policy, and Shelley, seemed to do something with it, and probably decided at that point that I was easy prey, and I was, like a 5 year old mentally after being diagnosed, probably poisoned by Shelley, the only thing she ever did with her biology degree! NSA turned off spell check, they are going to steal this!!!!!! Mutual Materials, good guys better be on it too!
Most Shocking Thing . . . Everything That Is Mine . . . They Think Is Theirs, Truly Believe, They Are Entitled to It!
One of the things that interested me most in the Dana Sue Gray episode of true crimes, is the characteristics that the forensic neuropsychologist lays out, defining Dana after her interview this the female serial killer. I listed the traits in the title, but here they are again, because, these are so descriptive of what I am dealing with, it shocks the conscience . . . Who thinks like this? I was watching, I believe a 20/20 episode, called "Faking It" and this 17 year old, passed himself off as a physicians assistant, and nobody noticed for some time, he did procedures in the hospital, and some man's wife died, right after the treatment . . . these are fucking professions that are not to play some fucked up game of Catch Me if You Can! The movie with Leo Decaprio, based on a true story, where this guy got away with being a doctor, learning doc lingo on TV, being a lawyer, and also a pilot! Lives and fortunes rely on these professions, it is not a joke to even take a shitty attorney, like Kay, and place her in a position making policy decisions for the FBI, or Shelley being hired on my resume as an U.S. assistant attorney general, or Tiffany being a defense attorney, Rachel too, or Sue pretending to be a judge! This is ridiculous. I always wondered if Brett was the character the movie and book were based on, in Catch Me if You Can! The guy ends up going to work with the FBI, making people think the job is easy, and maybe it is. But, being a lawyer or a doctor, pilot? Oh, hell no.
Sure, these guys are smart enough to go into court, pick up attorney jargon, but when push comes to shove and the rubber meats the road, they don't have the depth, the knowledge base, the understanding of how all things work together, and they will fuck up some important stuff! Every defendant deserves the best defense! It is a scary thought to think that a fake might be cutting you up in surgery! There are many things that you can get away with in any profession, but, there are always those differences . . .hell, Kay had been an attorney 10 to 15 years longer than myself, and she was fired, and I won the motion! All attorneys are not created equal! I knew I wanted to be a constitutional law attorney and took every class that had to do with the Constitution, and that shows, leaving most attorneys baffled by the way things are suppose to work, like in the case of the female prosecutor on Michael Shane Clark's case, which I am sure he says, one of the fake chicks did, rather than being grateful someone saved his sorry ass and kept the civil rights case going with out pay, only to have it stolen or given to that ungrateful bitch, Kelly Ann Booth! But, Ms. Allen, who was the prosecutor, on Shane's case, said, as I argued that the surprise new jury instructions, had gone from 9 to 23, taking out any constitutional protections, mention of the constitutional principles, like warrants, and even outlawed my arguments! What the hell did we just have a 2 day trial for? But, Allen, piped up, in true Patriot Act fashion . . . If JoAnn is able to use the Constitution, it is unfair to the state! It is not the state's ass that will be sitting in jail or prison! Where did this chick go to law school, the University of Moscow?
The ONLY thing an attorney takes an oath to do, is to preserve, protect and defend the U.S. and state Constitutions! PERIOD!
Narcissistic, Entitled, Everything Belongs to Them, Sociopaths, Easily Bored, Get Off On Risk, Gaming, Motivated By The Thrill of the Kill, No Empathy! Even for a SISTER! FRIEND!
After I won Rachel's old house, 3770 Sugar Leo, and decorated it, and was taking care of all the bills for about 10 people, plus having a practice that was about the volume of what a 4 or 5 man law firm would have with help, legal, writing and research assistance, I went upstairs, to find that the kids, Shelley's and Rachel's, and a few spares, had all the doors open, the fan on, and the air conditioning on! All at once. I firmly, not mean, told the kids, they needed to decide what they are doing . . . open windows, until it gets warm, then use the fan and the air conditioning. A 4800 square foot house, can cost up to $700 per month to cool or for electricity. I, the one supporting their sorry asses, with not help from any other parent, would get up early, open all the doors, to the outside while it was cool, and ergonomically cool the house, never turning on the air in my zone of the house, including my office and bedroom! And here are these fucking spoiled brats, running everything at once! Shelley, heard me telling the little darlings, that they needed to modify their habits and start conserving on electricity! Shelley, had her teeth out, for some reason, getting fake teeth, or something, and she came out of the bedroom, full speed ahead, looking like he wicked SEA WITCH, screaming at me for talking to her babies that way! WHAT . . . I said you can either contribute money or time, and since Shelley had not contributed anything to this effort, she was to go put her name on the electric bill, so her little bratz could use as much electricity as they wanted, because I would not be paying any more, we were going to split the bill and Shelley was going to pay! She never put her name on the bill!
And, even after the house was stolen, with Shelley involved, someone went by the house, the lawn guy, and said the air conditioning was running at about 80 degrees, and it was over 100 degrees outside and nobody was in the house! These people are vindictive, ungrateful, think they deserve something for nothing, are offended and take offense at the slightest thing, even though they deserve or should think and act differently. They always, always, always want something for NOTHING! It was funny or not so funny, that when the 17 year old fake, was interviewed and looking at some jail time and fines, he said, well, I had dreams, I just didn't want to wait to achieve those dreams! Sounds all too familiar . . . the short cut to Shelley's dreams were to steal mine, cruse mine, and take what she wants . . . case in point, the cell phone! Oh, but first, just one more very interesting fact about the alleged Pick's Disease . . . a very curious part of the diagnosis of a terminal brain disease, was narcissism! A projection!
I Have Never Expected Something for Nothing . . . I Went to Law School, Took the Bar, Got the Hot Jobs, Did the Work, Didn't Take Credit For Half of What I Should Have . . . Had Too Much Empathy For My Clients, So Much So, that 90% Of My Law Practice Was Pro Bono! Or Free!
By way of demonstration for the real me, not he one that has had everything stripped from her, making her have to write about her own laurels . . . and my modesty, lack of involvement in honors and awards, is the very trait that got me in trouble, with these thieves! I never took credit, didn't go to award ceremonies, let other attorneys go in my place, and just looked at all of this, as just part of doing my job! When Kris and I, heard that we were receiving an award for the Violence Against Women's Act, under President Clinton, for mainly MY work on the domestic violence and sexual assault manual, only one of us, could attend the awards dinner in Washington, D.C., to attend and receive the recognition . . . I wrote the grant, designed all the graphics, came up with the plan, put the book together, got it printed, all Kris did was about 20 pages of the 100 page manual, writing on the prosecutors part. I figured that because she had been associated with domestic violence longer than I had, and had been an attorney longer, she ought to go, in spite of the fact that I did 80% of the work, if not more!
When I, along with 13 staff members, created videos, brochures and programs in domestic and dating violence, gangs, elder abuse and fraud, stranger danger and child abuse community programs, giving 1800 volunteers all the materials and training they needed to get this information out to the state, Jan didn't even introduce me, and she brought the chick in, who had previously been in charge of some of these programs, but couldn't even handle one, and introduced her, never even mentioned my name! I didn't see the light of day for 6 months, gave the attorney general 7 times the material and work, as she wanted, and held a kick off dinner and training and got people from all over the state, to come at their own expense, set up a library in the state Capitol Building, so community leaders and other organizations could come participate! I have had my material and intellectual property stolen starting with Jan Graham, Utah Attorney General, whom I am sure would lie, because she was jealous as hell of me . . . I was the real McCoy, and she didn't even know how many programs she had . . . I was always covering her ass! She even took credit for MY domestic violence manual, as it was being printed in the basement of the Capitol!
When I was awarded adjunct faculty status at the University of Utah, I didn't even go to the awards ceremony, too busy, just doing my job, and I was on to other things . . . same with being awarded top dog for having the highest student approval rating, as the toughest grader on the entire University of Utah Campus! No, I was not a glory hog, glory just followed me, because I always, fucking, did the BEST JOB I could, in ALL my jobs! I had and still do have a passion for the law, a passion for helping people, and the awards were beside the point, and that, my dear, is part of the problem! It was not until everyone and their dogs started taking credit for everything, that I started defending myself, a little too late! I took my jobs serious, and it showed! THERE IS NO SHORT CUT TO SUCCESS! You must pay the price! Now, for the cell phone that shows how these bitches work, and operate, wanting something for nothing, having NO SHAME in stealing MY Work, unabashedly!
Attempted Theft, Theft of Service, No Phone Number, Not Showing Dates Of Service, Refill Dates . . . Even Straight Talk Phones are Catering to These Fuckers!!!!!!!
The unfortunate set of circumstances . . . (1) at my own expense, I answer Anne Burbank's call for help, writing a letter to her friend, whom she owes, roughly $2500 to, and has not paid for 2 years; (2) the top of the letter, as it should, since I prepared the letter, contains my contact information, stating that! I have a Juris Doctorate, or a J.D. after my name, just like an M.D.; (3) Annie seems genuinely thrilled with the service, about an hour, printed and prepared for her to proof read, with no changes, and have it ready to mail, with a urgency to the call for help; (4) someone must have talked to her and told her me taking credit for MY work, being the ONE AND ONLY JOANN S. SECRIST, in either Utah or Montana, because, she said, well, do you think we need the contact info, and who wrote the letter . . . fuck yeah, you didn't write it, and Shelley, Kay, Rachel, Sue, Tiffany, couldn't, or whatever in the hell you are up to; (5) now I, Annie said this, can't use this letter?; and your point . . . the Fulks are really rich and used to attorneys, in fact, I think, Annie was trying to get me to write the letter and let her just put her name on it, as if she had written it, which is what I have done in the past, and got fucked, so, NO; (6) we are going to have credibility issues, with the contact info? What . . . you mean, that Shelley or Kay, Rachel, or whomever has been passing themselves off as Me, will have credibility issues, if I take credit for my work? Is that what you really mean . . . she didn't say, but Shelley or Kay, one of the gals, has been me, probably for three years, since my work on the medial marijuana issue! No, I have no credibility issues, unless it is the fraud fuckin' broads, using MY name and doing fucking inferior work! NON-ATTORNEY WORK, or inferior attorney work! (7) just steal the phone, so that Shelley or one of the gals will have the phone number connected with the letter I put in my blog, hoping, always to help other people, attorneys, or whomever needs help! Okay that is the first phase of this bull shit, stooping to such low levels to pull this shit off . . . I don't work for the mob, or the loser bitches . . . Annie is now in that category! Fucker!
Fun And Games Trying to Hold Onto My Old Phone Number of a Year!
/15 So this little tech guy at Walmart . . . Intel typo, he was bribed and bought off . . . is too busy, so this other guy comes to the rescue. Tech one, the real guy, never called for help, and I was fine waiting, killing some time! Some guy shows up out of the blue to help, my first reaction is, undercover, fed, calling in at the last minute. He said he didn't work in this area, but he was wearing a Walmart vest, and said he would do his best. After talking to the representatives for the phone service, he tells me, that yes, I can get my old phone number back, 406.309.0011, give me a call, see who you get, me or Shelley! Screaammmmmmm! Rather than the normal 10 minutes to reactivate my phone, now my second phone, same number, the dude tells me that it will take between 1 and 4 hours to start working! I was out of minutes or plan, already, so I didn't want to wait. But, I look hour after hour and the new service doesn't appear!
About 1:00 A.M., some undercover low flying FBI airplane with surveillance flies overhead, while I am relaxing near the Clark Fork River, having been kicked out the Pov, for going up to Kalispell, so for two nights, I am out on the streets, but as soon as this plane flies over me, like the one in Grand Junction, and they have secretly been around and in use, spying and locating us since about 1985, a cop/security agent shows up out of the blue . . . really, do you think I am fucking stupid enough to believe that shit? NO, the plane located me, and you are acting, not out of your job over hospital buildings, but there, most likely to say that I am a sista club member, rather than myself. But, the only thing I got out of the new phone, was surveillance! Oh, and the normal tech didn't respond to the new, CIA or FBI agent, and wen to report the fraud to management . . . stormed off! The next day, I went and the real guy reprogram my phone! I finally had some use of the phone. My service was to be up at 8/20/15 . . . and I got my old number back, but not for long or for control, bitch witches get that, always, and sanctioned!
After the 8/20/15 service is allegedly activated, or was to be in 10 minutes, on or about 8/19/15, or thereabouts, timeline is important, these fuckers like to ride piggyback, until they finally take over the whole blog, letter or whatever! Something for nothing . . . they even took double the amount of money out of my account, probably to pay for Shelley's service on my debit card, so it looked legit, after obtaining my first phone with that number, and now, trying to take over that number, due to the letter, and being the alleged, original letter writer and the original JoAnn or Joann, or Joanne, Johanne, etc.! Here is the manipulation of the events and PHONE . . . NOT YOUR BITCH ASS HAGS! So, to make a long story short, I call the customer service, tell them what happens, and that I signed up a week or so ago for service, paying for it, on my debit card. Paying for their service also, makes it so much more authentic . . . now why do we have these bitches? So, I think everything is cool . . .NOT! My service days have not been added and you can't find my number under the "your number" or whatever it is. So, is Shelley taking all my messages? Double trouble . . . that is why we need to get trained, and get people the fuck out of the service if they don't like it! So, in essences, "they" . . . typo, "theyu" damned right, all of me! LOL! They control my phone settings, just like Kay baby controls my blog . . . always set for Pacific time . . . no, only when we are in the state! Very typical, these narcissistic fuckers, feel entitled, don't feel the least bit bad about taking money from a homeless chick, who made all the money their mansions, ranches, extra are made of!
When I called on the service, all looked well, and before this guy had signed the letter, the train was here. No these witches, bitches and candlestick B's, dkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk--I fell asleep, having been up ALL night, and came to, with this, Kay is the fucker on my ass 24/7 . . . GO GET YOUR OWN LIFE, LEAVE ME ALONE YOU SOCIOPATH AND NUT CASE, OBSESSED WITH ME OR BEING ME!
Anyway, I called customer service, did all that everyone else has to do--I got service, but, some secret message had to have come up on the screen, because, none of my dates were changed, it looks like I have no service and I have no phone number!!!!! And we vote these shits or fund these dumb asses, who are using the very tools that should be protecting me, to SAVE SHELLEY'S ASS, AS ME, THE ATTORNEY, so you an claim ELLIOT, and The DITCH and the DELTA! Worth a fortune! The "fakes" are total incompetence in motion . . . they use games, smoke screens, computer tricks, lies, techs, and all to keep the lies going!
The Cell Phone Exemplifies The Need to Dominate, Employ Power and Control!!!! They Get Off On RISK! And I Paid for BOTH SERVICES! Nice!
It just dawned on me, that the reason my service stopped at 8/20/15, is they are giving me service, just like they did on the blog, while I could still pull MY blog up under bad ass con law chick blog, you have to know the whole name, and the government or the hackers, comes up with bad as, bad ass, bad con, so all the hits go there, making people think that they are reading My work, but the money is going to the bitch squad of tits! So, the way this is working on the phone, they never intended that I get a phone with my same number, because I never have. So, while they could not do much for the one month, now, they are pretending that the two phones with the one number are really must one phone, HERS, not MINE, the original owner of the 406.309.0011! Now, the two are blended into one, and that one, is NOT ME, but her, making people think that SHE wrote the letter, not me, because, if you look up my number, there is no number, while I have access to phone service, barely, the end date, is 8/20/15, showing "0" days of service left, like the phone is no longer in existence, kind of like ME, I am no longer in service, but I am still the one doing ALL the work!
In the bathroom, here at McDonald's, on Idaho, there is a very symbolic hook on the bathroom door, there is one base, and out of the base, comes two hooks! So, while all the work is mine, there is second head that gets credit, or is like it is the same person, while we are two. That could be at one time, Rachel, and me, or Shelley and Me, or Kay and me . . . I am always there, I am the base, but the bitches are pigs that back on my work, and it looks like there are two heads producing this work, not just the one and only ME. It is 11:31 A.M. Mountain Time, and when I post this blog, it will show Pacific time, even though it is MY Computer, it will reflect Kay's time, in Santa Barbara! Or the locator, which I programed in, which is suppose to show MY location, actually shows HERs. Are you seeing the analogy, ONE BASE, me, who did it ALL, KIDS AND ALL, and to the world, there appears to be two people! No those are fakes, who have nothing to do with me, are like leaches that I just can't get rid of . . . they are like flies on shit!
Don't you listen, Don't you hear, Love is screaming everywhere! Oh, these guys love me, hell yeah, they could do what I do, I am the wind beneath their asses, hell yeah! Great deal for the bitch squad, ROTTEN DEAL FOR ME!
To All of You Who, Say, I Love You, but I Lied . . . FUCK YOU!
