DANGEROUS ENCOUNTER! THE FIRE BREATHER--THE LOUDEST VOICE IN THE ROOM! LONG ISLAND "LYNCH MOB" KILLED THE AMERICAN DREAM . . . TRUMP CAMPAIGNS ACROSS THE STREET, IN PATCHOGUE, FROM WHERE TEENAGERS TOOK TO THE STREETS, AFTER PRESIDENT OBAMA WAS ELECTED, TO TARGET HISPANICS, SHOOTING ONE MAN SITTING ON HIS FRONT PORCH, BEATING ANOTHER MAN TO DEATH, RIDING HIS BIKE DOWN THE STREET--WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME! THESE THINGS HAPPEN! THEY KILL THE AMERICAN DREAM, OF A MORE PERFECT UNION, AND DOMESTIC TRANQUILITY! IF WE GET BEHIND A MAN WE DON'T BELIEVE IN . . . IT'S A LIE. DID YOUR PARTY MAKE A MISTAKE, IN THE PRIMARY OR STATE CAUCUSES? WE HAVE TWO WAYS TO REMEDY, THAT, EITHER AT THE REPUBLICAN CONVENTION IN JUNE, OR AT THE BALLET BOXES NOVEMBER 1, 2016! RUSSIAN PRESIDENT PUTIN, WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR ALLOWING JETS, TO FLY WITHIN 30 FEET OF U.S. NAVAL SHIPS AT SEA . . . WHO DO YOU WANT DEALING WITH THIS SHIT? A HOT HEAD LIKE TRUMP? TED? OR LET COOLER HEADS CONTROL? THESE ARE SOME OF THE ISSUES VOTERS NEED TO FOCUS ON! WOULD TRUMP AND PUTIN, GET IN A PISSING MATCH, MEASURE THEIR DICKS, AND ASSURE THEIR COUNTRIES, THEY WILL NOT BACK DOWN? I THINK PUTIN, JUST GAVE HIS ENDORSEMENT OF HILLARY CLINTON: (1) PUTTING CHALLENGE HE WILL NOT BACK DOWN FROM, SHOWING AMERICA AND RUSSIANS HIS POWER; AND (2) STATING THAT HILLARY WOULD NOT BRING ABOUT CHANGE . . . SHE NEVER SAID THAT--SHE WILL CARRY ON, MANY OF PRESIDENT'S RATIONAL POLICIES, THE USE OF DIPLOMACY, OR SANCTIONS, AND SHE WILL BE THE ADULT IN THE WORLD, AND THINK BEFORE, PLAYING THE STRONG WOMAN! THANKS FOR ENDORSING MY CANDIDATE, MR. PUTIN! I COULD NOT HAVE MADE A BETTER DISPLAY OF POWER, TO MAKE MY POINT! LOL! WITH A NAME LIKE SMUCKERS, YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD! APPEALS COURT SIDES WITH TRANSGENDER STUDENT IN VIRGINIA BATHROOM CASE . . . ALLOWING STUDENTS TO GO TO THE BATHROOM, WITH THE SEX, THEY MOST IDENTIFY WITH! SMOKELESS DANGER: THE FDA IS TAKING ON RODEO COWBOYS AND BASEBALL PLAYERS, TRYING TO TEACH TEENS THE DANGERS OF CHEWING TOBACCO; WOULD YOU PREFER HALF A FACE, OR HALF A TONGUE? UGLY CHOICE! CONGRATULATIONS TO PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATES, FORMER SECRETARY OF STATE, HILLARY CLINTON AND REAL ESTATE MOGUL, DONALD TRUMP! MOVING TO BIG TARGET PENNSYLVANIA AND FOUR OTHER EASTERN STATES . . . FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT, BRING IT ON HOME AMERICA! TWO WORLD VIEWS THAT MAKE ALL THE DIFFERENCE . . . SCIENCE VS. RELIGION. TWO THIRDS OF AMERICANS FEEL THEY HAVE HAD EXTRA SENSORY EXPERIENCES, PREMONITIONS, GUIDANCE THROUGH DREAMS, THAT HAVE WARNED THEM OF PENDING DISASTERS, HELP WITH CHILDREN, MANY HAVE FELT LIKE THEY HAVE COMMUNICATED WITH LOVED ONES OR FAMILY FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE, SOME HAVE HAD "SIXTH SENSE" EXPERIENCES WITH THE DEAD, GHOSTS, EVEN DARK SPIRITS. CRACK ASS CRAZY, OR TUNED INTO ANOTHER WAVE LENGTH, DIMENSION, THE PARANORMAL, EVEN THE DIVINE! ARE YOU A SKEPTIC OR A BELIEVER? SOME IDEOLOGICAL PHILOSOPHICAL DIFFERENCES, BETWEEN THOSE WHO ARE DRIVEN BY SCIENCE OR RELIGION . . . AND DOES IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE?

SHARK LAKE

Yesterday, I was watching this 2015, movie, called, Shark Lake, not a great movie, but it did raise some very interesting concepts, thoughts, and even some horrifying images, of what a world would look like, in the Darwinian World, of Survival of the Fittest, where man is considered, nothing more than another animal in the food chain, with animals and predators, doing nothing more than what instinct tells them to do: (1) hunt for food; (2) protect their young; and (2) mate.  In the movie, some collectors of rare animals, release bull sharks into a fresh water lake, and they grow, eventually, preying on swimmers, lake surfers, parasailers who dangle their feet in the leg, fisherman, and grandmas wading into the water to retrieve a dog.  As sheriffs and locals are horrified by these shark attacks, willing to pay anyone to catch the predators, now terrorizing their former safe, fishing, swimming and boating areas, on the Lake, offering a $10,000 award to the fisherman or woman, who catches the mother, who was pregnant at the time she was put in the Lake and her two pups--is that what you call shark babies?  Anyway, a Ph.D, in marine biology, dismisses the shark's behavior, not as evil, but, as sharks, just doing what sharks do, preying on things they want to eat, that are in the water, and if that happens to be humans, so be it, they are doing what nature teaches them to do, hunt for food. 

Even more interesting, was the reaction of many people who had friends, family, and loved ones lost, or the professionals, who were no more moved by the gore and the attacks, as they would, a bear or mountain lion, eating a deer, that it just tracked, gored, and gutted.  While there were those who protected friends and children, after falling in the Lake, being vulnerable to the sharks, the overall emotions, tended to be little more than, just, ignoring the fact, that their buddy was just devoured, as was the jet skier, he was trying to save, going on as if, a larger fish, just ate a less adept, fish, just a less worthy opponent, who deserves to be eaten, because we are all just part of the same food chain, and the shark is just feeding, on people.  Was this an attempt, and promoting, the notion, that people, are part of the animal world, and should be no more emotionally effected by a killing feed on the shore of the beach, than, had the shark just eaten a seal! I was kind of horrified, and the thought of desensitizing humans to the point, that we just, relax, and let the survival of the fittest, take precedence over survival of the species, seeing, humans, not only at the top of the animal world, because of a human ability to have rational thoughts, to feel, to have emotions, to care, to love, and yes, to mate, protect their young, and to hunt and gather food, or go to the grocery store.

As part of the thinking process, that separates me from the sharks, barracudas, and piranhas, of the world, the wolves of Wall Street, is the ability to empathize with the mutilated, mauled, bloodied, bitten, and eaten victims of the sharks, and to morn for the lack of luck, the bad actors who perpetrate such vicious attacks, with little conscience, no remorse, no emotions, continuing to gouge, gorge on their feed and greed, and thrive on the pain, the weaknesses, the soft spots, the vulnerabilities, and capitalize on schemes, plots, insider trading, conspiracy, collusion, and collaboration, of the strong, against the weak, in this battle of the survival of the fittest, seeing devouring of people pensions, retirement, bank accounts, homes, mortgages, and their 401 accounts, as nothing more than, the predators, doing what is natural to them, eating the weak, the old, the slow, the challenged, and the spoils of the win, go to the fittest, or the cruelest, or the meanest, the dirtiest, the most cunning, or the most corrupt, as all part of the human experience; however, going from a human model or ideology, of man against man, being nothing more than animal against animal, in this very cruel neighborhood we call, the world . . . to the religious view, of a loving and benevolent father, God, who created all creatures on earth, with man being his crowning achievement, whom he is willing to teach, train, love, forgive, encourage fairness, loyalties, equality, justice, and when we fall, he provided, for us, if we turn to him, and change our ways, repenting and turning from sin, corruption, debauchery, whoredoms, the 7 deadly sins, and seek a higher law, one based, on just two simple, yet, all encompassing, commandments to love God, and love our fellow man, woman, child, black, white, Jew and gentile, as he has loved us, so should we love one another . . . we have a whole different philosophy toward our fellow humans, and with empathy, sympathy, faith, understanding, and love, can transcend, this human condition, and transform ourselves, into literally heaven on earth!

Interesting concepts, contained in each of the world views, the models, the paradigms of thought, and philosophies that drive and control our thoughts, which then dictate our actions.  I think, I mentioned the other day, that Raven, an incarcerated serial killer, is often consulted, by crime profilers, criminologists, and crime writers, about the thought patterns, and darkest thoughts of serial killers . . . and people should be shocked, that they see hunting for two and four legged animals, as one in the same.  That explains a lot, while causing even more disconcerting images, terrors and night frights, that in this world, so good, yet so bad, that should be a cause for alarm, knowing, that, you are merely prey, whether in your physical safety, your financial security, or being secure in you identity, and really, in the potential to protect our young, it smacks in the face, of everything a normal person, believes and feels to be the case, and that is why we are so, played and fooled, by psychopaths, sociopaths, narcissists, and pathological liars . . . we simply think higher thoughts!

Hedonism and the Lower Pleasures Vs. Nobility, Honor, Virtue and the Higher Pleasures?

I remember taking a philosophy class, early in my education, and being introduced, certainly, not for the first time, but, grappling with the conflicting ideas, and choices, that human beings, face, and what their general overall goals, for satisfaction in their lives, using these bottom line, ideologies, within the larger mindset, to aid and direct them, in the decision making process, that not only determines, our life course, but, may ultimately, determine, the end result.  Hedonism, is generally, the idea that pleasure or happiness is the highest good, pleasure seeking, is an end, in and of itself, often associated with physical pleasures, like eating, sleeping, having sex, playing, relaxing, and spending time, in the pursuit of these pleasures, with most philosophers, seeing, these as the base, the lower, or the less gratifying pursuits in the long run.  While philosophers, like Aristotle and Plato, arguing that the pursuit of virtue, such as nobility, glory, honor, valor, as much, preferable in the long run, being, in and of the achievement of these as your ultimate end result, are, when all is said and done, an end in and of itself, bringing with it, the splendor, of man at his best, therefore, at his highest, and leading him, to the glory of the best, the brightest, the most notable, and thus the best!  Aristotle believed that a man, could not be judged, to be happy or sad, or having lived a good or a bad life, until the day he dies, because, life is to fluid, long, arduous to some degree, with ups and downs, cyclical periods of time, and so to judge, a man, in his 20's, with youth and health, may seem, like the greatest time, and the happiest time; however, as time passes, at 30, during a time of career choice, the challenge of marriage, children, possible financial stressors, may, seem hard and less rewarding, while, as one looks back on their lives, those allegedly hardest and most demanding period of time in life, my in retrospect, be seen as very fulfilling and setting the stage for one's later years, making all the sacrifices of personal hedonism, with delayed pleasure, being the most long lasting and valuable, to human growth and experience, giving the most meaning a long term payment, for a life well lived.

We all know the passion and beauty of youth, that settles into the wisdom and loving of the aging process, one may lead to the other, or the passions, emotions, and how one uses their beauty, and the days of their youth, to be of great worth, or as the destructive forces, that, destroy, mutilate and maim, leaving the body, love, emotional health, well battered and beaten.  Yesterday, while I was taking my morning commute, around the city, to read the paper, watch the bus riders, and just enjoy, forward motion, I noticed a young couple, soon, to be seen, as lovers, companions, and boyfriend and girlfriend.  As they could focus on kissing, hugging, touching, talking and cuddling, rather than focusing on driving, traffic, cops, and pedestrians, a perk of the bus, I was somewhat jealous of young love.  Thinking, that possibly, I missed out, in some periods of life, being so focused on school, career, the passion of politics, the fire in my gut, my driving need to improve the world, do my part to save it, and its inhabitants, to further mankind, in peace, love, and their knowledge of God, and who he works in a modern context . . . and the feeling of envy, for a handsome young buck, touching his girlfriend's college age thighs, feeling the connection between the skin on his hands, and her soft skin, barely covered by her cut off jeans, and realized, that if I were to do it all again, I would chose the higher pleasures, those of the pursuit of glory, nobility, virtue, goodness, and the happiness and rewards, those bring, in and of the achievement or the elevated feelings of accomplishment, that bring tremendous pleasure that differs much, from the buzz and thrill of the sexual and physical elements of pleasure . . . I have chosen, for me the better path!

We Have to Work in Building People Up, Not On Tearing People Down

That was a quote, I just heard, from Hillary Clinton, after her win in the New York primaries.  It is looking more and more, that Clinton will be the candidate, representing the Democrats, and Trump, looks like he will be the man to represent the Republicans, and the interesting thing, about the two front runners, is their history of the pursuit of one or the others of these pleasures, the higher, dealing with representing the children's fund, getting health coverage for kids, standing by the side of her husband, former President Clinton, and her involvement in serving the people of the state of New York, with many people, knowing her work, and realizing that she was there to serve the people, listen to their needs, and later, moving from, the national arena to the world arena, and in four years of self-less service, with a paycheck, that probably, given the number of hours, she did globe trotting, working with leaders and heads of states in other countries to resolve conflicts and issues around the world, she has truly focused on the higher pleasures, of service . . . she whom is greatest among you, is your servant, now, willing to serve as president.  Trump, on the other hand in stark contrast, has had a more hedonistic background, gracing the cover of Playboy, going after sex, bragging about his sexual exploits, on the Howard Stern program, married three times, to super models, trading in the old model, for a new and improved one, every 20 or so years, building mansions, towers, and golf courses to himself, for himself, and of himself, putting his brand on each venture . . . saying you can never be too rich or to greedy.  I do however, see, that he has focused on his children, who are an asset to him, so he had his priorities right, in that regard, or his ex-wives and wife did!  LOL!

So, America has a choice to make: (1) Hillary seeing we need to build people up, raise the minimum wage, look at the high incarceration rates, and prison population, and deal with drug issues, more as a health issue than a criminal justice issue, she wants to reign in big banks, corporations, deal with the environment, create jobs, etc., seeing America as great, already, but the need to fill in the gaps, and bring us together, in this experiment and project we call America, always, willing to improve, but realizing that we are the greatest country on earth; or (2) go with Trump, who believes, that America is failing, we lose everything, we need to build walls to keep people out, turn away our poor, our hungry, our needy, in preference for a white America, hand picking and selecting, those immigrants, and their families, we think will build America back to its greatness, of the 1950's, putting a moratorium on all Muslims, coming into this country, make a military so strong, that the world will fear us, because we are so in fear of it, we are going to bring jobs and corporations back to America, stop trade agreements, and keep all prosperity, only in America, rather than learning from, the economic meltdown in the last Republican presidency, during the last days of the Bush administration, only to find out when we fail, the world fails, that we take the world economy, commerce, technology, and trade, down the tubes with us!  We are literally all in this together.  Do we want the strong man, with all his insecurities, or the strong woman, with all her confidence and experience?

The Choice is Up to You . . . Which America Do You Want?  The Shark Tank, Where the Outcome is Determined by the Survival of the Fittest, Refusing to Protect Minorities, Foreigners, Immigrants, Where the Strong Always Will Prevail?  Or, Do We Want the to Further the American Dream, See That Tearing Each Other Down, Is the Last Thing We Need to Do, Seeing That, Together We Stand, Together We Prosper, Together We Thrive, and Divided We Fall, Because, WE ARE ALL AMERICANS, WHEN THE DAY IS DONE! 

NOVEMBER 1, 2016 IS REARING EITHER ITS LOVELY HEAD, OR ITS UGLY HEAD . . . ONE MAN, ONE VOTE, IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE! 

SHOW YOUR WORK! I ALWAYS LOOK AT NEWSPAPER HEADLINES AS GUIDANCE FROM THE "DIVINE," MY INTELLIGENCE AGENT, GOD . . . NOT CRAZY, I'M STILL ALIVE, JUST KNOW, HE CARES! HE HATES INJUSTICE! THIS IS A DOCUMENT, I WROTE A LONG TIME AGO, THAT BOTH THE LAY CITIZENS AND COPS MIGHT LIKE, I THINK, IF I CAN REMEMBER FROM YEARS AGO, COVERS CONSTITUTIONAL LAW OR SELF DEFENSE, CASTLE DOCTRINE . . . SOME COULD CLAIM, THAT MY BLOG, COULD BE WRITTEN BY ANYONE, NOT JUST A LAWYER . . . THAT IS DEBATABLE, BUT, I HAVE NO PROBLEM SHOWING MY WORK . . . MOST OF THE CRITICAL LEGAL STUFF WAS REMOVED, WHEN, "ANYBODY" HAD ACCESS TO MY DOCUMENTS, THE ONES THAT ARE LEFT, UNDER "ME" ARE JUST THE ONES THAT ARE NOT AS EVIDENT THAT AN ATTORNEY WROTE THEM . . . BUT I DID! I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT IS IN THEM, BUT I DO WORK, I AM NEVER ASHAMED OF! THE OTHER WRITING, IS ABOUT SOME ASSHOLE SECURITY GUARD, UP AT GLACIER . . . FROM AUGUST 24, 2013 BEFORE I STARTED THIS BLOG! A FUN ONE! I HAVE PUBLISHED THE CONSTITUTIONAL ANALYSIS ON THE SALISH KOOTENAI WATER COMPACT, TWICE, AS ARTICLES HAVE COME UP IN THE NEWSPAPER, BUT I AM NOT PATIENT ENOUGH, RIGHT NOW, TO GO THROUGH ALL 940 BLOGS, TO FIND IT . . . THE LYING THIEVES STOLE THE ORIGINAL OFF MY EMAIL AND DOCUMENTS, BEFORE I DID THE "POWERWASH" CLEANING UP MY DOCUMENTS, TAKING THEM OUT OF THE HANDS OF "ANYBODY" OWNING THEM, TO JUST "ME!" FOR THOSE WHO ARE WORKING ON THE CASE, I AM SURE THIS DOCUMENT WAS LONG BURIED! SO THE LIARS COULD MANIPULATE THE COURTS, THE LEGISLATURE, AND PEOPLE WITH MY NAME, CONNECTED TO BOTH THE CONSTITUTION AND THE WATER COMPACT WORK AND TESTIMONY . . . LONG BEEN CLAIMED BY THE FUCKING FAKES! $$$$$$$$$$$$

DEER, ELK, BUFFALO, DUCKS: Now It Is Open Hunting Season on Humans

With the hunting season in full swing, in Montana and other hunting loving states, orange hoodies, jackets, camouflage pants, Cabela hats, rifles and hunting gear, nobody would expect humans included in the season, but first with the dismissal of George Zimmerman’s murder charges, and now a man was just let go in South Carolina, after shooting an innocent bystander, while allegedly protecting his daughter, while shooting at other teens he said he felt and imminent threat from, therefore, invoking what the Judge called, a very broad application of the self defense statutes--REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, broad interpretation, that were legislated to protect victims of crimes, no fathers, who have a daughter he is allegedly protecting.

The Most Dangerous Game

I remember reading a horrifying tail, or a short story as an English major at Weber State University, in the mid-eighties, called, I believe, if memory serves, The Most Dangerous Game.  In the story, a man owned an island, and he has hunted all kinds of big game and has grown bored with the game and hunt.  So he decides to up the marksmanship and skill and hunt men.

Again, this was 30 years ago I read this story, but it seems that he selected very smart prey to make this new game a stellar activity, with someone of equal intelligence, giving the man selected as his trophy a fighting chance to win the game.  The man was fed well, physically fit, able and readied for the day of the hunt.

Then at the appointed hour, the game began, and the story goes on to tell about the two men vying for superiority, one as the hunter and one as his prey.  While not as wild, and untamed as this story, the fear is nonetheless a reality--man hunting man, as George Zimmerman did with Trayvon Martin, the 17 year old black teen, and now this 17 year old, who was gunned down unexpectedly while being in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Oooooooops, oh well, parents, friends, loved ones, another senseless murder or at least negligent homicide, due to stand your ground laws.

Your Rights Stop at the End of Your Nose

My father taught this principle to me at a very young age, and I am sure that is why I am so big on rights, property, jurisdiction, personal space, the Constitutions that protect those rights, and law.  In Plato’s the Republic, the scholar and philosopher stated that if a parent doesn’t teach a child about the laws--where you boundaries start and stop, like in property and criminal law statutes, society will teach them, through courts, cops, prosecutors and jails.

However, these stand your ground laws, as applied in the Zimmerman case and now this South Carolina case, stand traditional law and rights that stop at the end of your nose on their heads, not only do you have a right to protect yourself, your home, and now allegedly your daughter on the streets, from alleged threats that may or may not be founded, you are extended the opportunity to chase, harass, hunt, hound, corner and shoot kids who are where they are suppose to be, in what appears to be open season on anyone you can even reasonably come up with some fear of imminent danger, thus invoking your right to self defense?  WHAT?

TRADITIONAL SELF DEFENSE

The general rule is that you are able to use, justifiably self defense to the amount of force, power, or level, that your aggressor is using on you--you cannot go beyond that.  But you can  proceed to protect yourself up to and including lethal force, or in layman’s terms the right to even kill this other person that is putting your life in danger.

That right has been extended to you home.  Traditionally, a man or woman’s home is their castle and worthy and justified in protection, by intruders, burglars, robbers, and unwanted threats to the safety of the family or those dwelling in the home.  Now in the Zimmerman case, the self defense statute was included in the jury instructions, and mentioned that Zimmerman was entitled to the self defense, defense as applied to his “dwelling.”  Or in other words, he was entitled to protect self and his dwelling place.

Well Zimmerman was not in danger, until he put himself in danger, his dwelling place and the occupants were not in danger, they were in his neighborhood, not his home or dwelling place.  A neighborhood watchman, is merely to drive around the neighborhood at best, watch for suspicious behavior and call the police, not pursue, track, stop, not explain who he was, then proceed to pound the hell out of Trayvon, and eventually shoot him, to cover his deeds--this wanna be cop, who has made it open season on humans, and with no punishment attached, not even traditional negligent homicide in the case of South Carolina father, but in Zimmerman’s case at least, manslaughter--HE BROUGHT HIMSELF TO THE DANGER!!!!

The only one entitled to self defense was Trayvon, and the other teen, needlessly shot!!!!!!!  

I MET GEORGE ZIMMERMAN II AT GLACIER PARK, INDIAN TRACKERS AND BLOODHOUNDS ON MY TRAIL!

By Jo Bess, MY Montana Cowgirl Name, written at McDonald’s in Evergreen, Montana, August 24, 2013

CONTEXTUAL FRAMEWORK and BACKGROUND

Early June, Howard Pryor, a chef, and employee to work at Swiftcurrent Lodge, asked me to go with him to see if the Park needed more jobs filled.  They did and I was offered a job at the front desk.  While at the Swiftcurrent, there was not cell or Internet service, and at the time, all my clients from Utah were fine.  However, when I got to the main lodge to train, my son-in-law and Kay Lynn Reilly, a long time client both seemed to  have emergencies that needed attention.

Before signing the employment agreement, I decided to take a quick flight to St. George and attend a hearing at Dixie State University, if you can call it that, and attend to Kay Lynn Reilly’s affairs dealing with her son Cody, Mike, Cody’s dad and his attorney, Sam Draper.  There was time to handle all affairs and still make it up to Glacier for the opening day, sure that I could master the front desk.

When I got back up there, a few days to a week later, Howard informed me that everyone was pissed at me for leaving, and it would be a hostile work environment--REALLY?  Most kids hadn’t even arrived yet, so what was the big deal.  My guess was that Howard had hooked up with Anna, a girl who was also going to be on the front desk, as things were going to get complicated.  

I gracefully bowed out--they say if you let someone go, and they don’t return, they never were yours anyway.  And I  had other interests in Spokane, and Howard knew it--no big deal.  I did, nevertheless, want to continue a friendship, if nothing else.  I came back up a month or so later, to celebrate Howard’s birthday.  That was a month or so ago, but there were shuttle games at that time.

PASSING THROUGH--DROP OFF KEYS TO A7 CABIN

Got to Glacier early, was going to catch 1pm employee shuttle, drop in, say hi, drop off keys and pick up my clothes that I had left up at Swift Current.  I had front desk at East Glacier call to give Howard a heads up.  Someone on the other line, seemed to be saying more than the caller was responding to--like filling them in on the situation up the hill.  I confirmed the time of the employee shuttle and the place to pick up.  I was shocked to see several girls waiting for the shuttle get on a 12:15 shuttle for hikers.

I waited for the employee shuttle and it never came at the appointed time.  Front desk told me there was another shuttle, but not until 8:15 a.m.. the next morning.  I told her it was no big deal and started to give her the keys and put them in an envelope, to leave.  She had informed me that tons of employees had left for the school, and they needed people, and there was also a job fair the next day.

Howard had expressed an interest in going to Sun Valley, hiking the Sawtooth Mountains and asked me to go along.  Since there was no cell phone service, or Internet, it was hard to know, what was still the case or not.  I was interested in working at the Lone Mountain Ranch in Big Sky.  Always wanted a ranch, better someone else’s, rather than having PETA folks bomb my house if an animal died.   I had looked up the ranch the night before on the Internet.

SECURITY FOUND ME STAYING IN ONE OF THE ROOMS IN EAST GLACIER, TOLD ME TO GO IN MAIN AREA TO CATCH SOME SHUT EYE--NO BIGGIE, SLEPT UNINTERRUPTED ALL NIGHT!

During the night, I told the guards that I was a former employee and missed the shuttle, going to return keys and attend the job fair.  They told me I couldn’t stay in this room with equipment, so just go sleep in the main part of the lodge, they even tiptoed around all night so not to wake me up--very nice.

Something changed between dinner the previous evening, when I showed several employees from the golf course the job fair flier and breakfast.  It all appeared to be connected to the Lone Mountain Ranch--my suspicions were that Shelley, aka, JoAnn Secrist, and John or Jack Strode, former Kalispell interest, had purchased the ranch--with Elliot’s music money, or money from my cases, she alleged to be me, with the aid of mafia/cop/Mormon connections.

KAFKA’S METAMORPHOSIS TURNED SECURITY GUARD INTO GEORGE ZIMMERMAN, THE WANNA BE COP!

No good deed goes unpunished, returning the keys, offering to file any positions for college students, or taking a new job, with full knowledge of the front desk and security, all of the sudden turned me into a criminal for getting a meal at the employee cafeteria--figured I was kind of an employee and may be as soon as I talked to Bobby at the Swiftcurrent lodge who might be losing students, with tourist still streaming in at record numbers.

The security guard told me that he couldn’t identify me as an employee--I reminded him that I was not, but was on employee records as having been offered a job, told him about attorney stuff, and that I was returning keys--he could check facts, with front desk, bell boys, and they could tell him, I was just there for a short time to drop off keys, etc.  He had no interest in facts.  Now, only someone who knew about my ID being taken would ask for it, easy validation in records.  

My license was kept, unbeknown to me, by Great Falls DMV, when I registered my car, didn’t know until the next day, didn’t get back for 6 months, they didn’t have it--suspicion is, kept on purpose, for government JoAnn, aka, Shelley, and my car that had a pipe bomb on it in Salt Lake City, was seen back in Kalispell!  So both JoAnn’s car and her I'D, stolen and given to new or cop JoAnn, now this clown was helping them.

I told both security, and now another front desk woman, who could simply have asked her buddy what happened, and asked Nick, the guy who hired me, to validate my facts--THEY WOULD HAVE NONE OF IT AND THEY WERE GOING TO CALL THE SHERIFF!!!!  I waited, the sheriff never came.  I think the security guard could tell I was not afraid of the sheriff, so he told me he could no longer hold me--way beyond what any cop could hold you, an hour and a half.

He told me he would have to escort me off the Park premises--not only NO, but hell NO!  I was not going to be treated like a common criminal, that is when I got pissed off.  I was telling the security guard that he had played his game, kept me way longer than needed, and I didn’t need him to walk me out--finally, I threatened to sue.

The next thing I know, the manager came running out, the sheriff from the Blackfeet Indian tribe seemed to pop out of nowhere.  He at least acted like someone who knew what they were doing.  He asked these two clowns, who I am sure were part of the cop taking over the world, if they had validated or check my facts--I told them, they had not checked any of them.  He called dispatch and sure enough, I am, just who I claim to be, JoAnn S. Secrist, now Jo Bess, a perfectly legal name, but more outlaw attorney, like, since they already treat me like a criminal--outlaw fits this place!

JURISDICTIONAL GAMES BETWEEN INDIAN COP & WANNA BE COP--NOT THE END OF ROBOCOP!

Little wanna cop, much like Zimmerman, told me his jurisdiction stopped at the cattle crossing or guard.  Indian sheriff appeared to go check the facts and then left right after.  I was at the train station just killing time, my free shuttle going to Kalispell didn’t come for a few days, thinking it was Tuesday, the day before, not Thursday, I had some time to kill.

LOCAL COPS SEEMED TO BRING IN THE FEDS

All of the sudden, the sheriff dropped off another Indian at the train station, but his train wasn’t leaving until later that night.  Then two buses pulled up, READY and MASTER’S TOUCH, both claimed to be either dropping people off, or picking them up for tours.  On held up a sign, which said the name of the bus and Johnson, just like in O’Hare Airport in Chicago, like a big airport, or train, not a one horse town train stop, where you can’t help but run right into the bus you are scheduled to tour on.

TEST, CIA SHOULD SHOOT EDWARD SNOWDEN, RATTED OUT CIA, FBI AND NSA--FED!!!!!!

The second I said they better not, because half of the nation if not all the nation sees him as a hero, not the criminal the feds and President see him as--crime is in getting caught, not in violating all American’s rights, guess that is Snowden’s fault!!!!!  The second I responded, Grizzly Security showed up, or GZ II, the wanna be cop, guess he was suppose to identify me or something.  I slid off into the morning sun to hedge my bets, this is some asshole Patriot Act thing that they can arrest without cause, and I would never see the light of day again!!!!!

I ditched under the railroad tracks for a while.  After I saw the Master Touch bus leave with the goofy looking tour guide, dressed like Teddy Roosevelt, and the Rough Riders, or Hemingway, I could relax, but only for a second--the Indian, who appeared to be a tracker to me at this point, popped out of nowhere!!!!  We chatted as we walked back to the station.  I implied I might be leaving on the train that night.

The rest of the day this guy tracked me, so I hid in some tall grass, across from East Glacier town--he seemed upset when he saw me hours later, and asked if I had walked far.  I told him no, just a few blocks; he was cruising all over the place--I think keeping me in sight, but lost me.

ZIMMERMAN SHOWED UP, UNDERCOVER, BACKPACK AND ALL, APPEARING READY TO CATCH THE TRAIN

I was the first to the train, then George II, incognito, acting like he was on the cell phone, casually walking down the tracks, Indian sat by me, and several other people.  Train personnel, who have seen me on several occasions either going to Spokane, or back the other way, like to Washington, D.C., were all different, and asking if they could check me in, never happened before.  Somethings up.

George, nonchalantly confirmed with Tonto, seemingly about my identity.  Then they came and told Tonto, where to catch his train car, which they don’t do, just in general announcements, and who else, showed up, Master Touch tour guide, Conrad, who was suppose to be gone earlier in the day, was back--the whole crew was here!!!!!  Not a thing suspicious about this scene, so I slid off into town, just under the train tracks, until all appeared to be fine.

INDIAN TRACKER DIDN’T WORK, SO BLOODHOUNDS MIGHT!

I noticed the sheriff trolling the few streets in East Glacier a bit too aggressive for my liking--avoided any contact.  Spent some time over in a little shack across the street.  There were a couple of Indians selling BBQ earlier, from Cut Bank.  Thought I might catch a ride there and catch the free shuttle back to Great Falls and go to Helena or Utah the other way.  

Decided East Glacier wasn’t looking good, not enough stores, and earlier, store clerk came and did a second look at me, while on the phone, as if all the locals were alerted to this hard core, key returner!!!!!!!  FBI or feds must have told everyone, I was under investigation!

I decided the safest place was the train station, at about 10pm, I decided to cross over from George’s jurisdiction to Sheriff Tonto’s.  As I went to cross the street, I noticed all the lights on at the train station--not usually lit up like that.  Then I noticed a nice looking older man, appearing to be holding back a pair of bloodhounds, that were howling, sniffing and pulling him along.  WHAT THE HELL!

GOOD LUCK DOGS--MY TRACKS WERE EVERYWHERE!

That day, both me and Tonto, had put on some major miles, him looking for me, more than I had, but I did my fair share to ditch him!!!  Bloodhounds were another story.  I quickly found an undisclosed, safe location--because, I am still alive and here, to tell you about it.  I listened to the hounds for hours, getting closer and closer, following where I had been earlier.

Victorious Lord--he who sees all, knows all, and protects the innocent, unlike the cops and wanna be cops--I must be one of America’s Most Wanted, for the amount of time, money, manpower, tracking, on foot, on the Internet, stopping me from cars, jobs, and lovers!!!!!!  What a fucking waste of resources.  But millions if not billions were stolen and a chance to take over the world and screw all the women you want, protect little Kay Burningham--Stuart, and all the little government hookers as Lady G would say or sing!!!!!

I stand in the way of pussy, perks and power--not to mention polygamy for the Mormons and Muslims!!!!  This is what it is really about, a cover-up, stolen identity, cases, music, children, resumes, intellectual property, etc.  I WAS THE PERFECT CRIME . . .

I RODE INTO TOWN ON A HURRICANE

After a relatively safe night, waking to the dogs still on the prowl, I ditched the Indian Reservation at about 5am, walked from East Glacier, for about a mile, thinking I was out of Tonto and the dogs jurisdiction, only to find out that it was literally many miles to the end of the res--thank GOD I made it, passed the FIREBRAND PASS, and finally, a guy who looked a lot like the tracker, stopped on his motorcycle, maybe back into town, possibly feeling a bit guilty, but I doubt it, cops don’t have souls when it comes to me--I am their stiffest competition, not the fuzzy, cuddly type they want to protect, that is for Kay, Rachel, Shelley, Kelley, Sue, Tiff, or others.

I take being called a bitch as a compliment--don’t need to sleep my way to the top--already there, they just try to keep me down, haven’t they heard, you can’t keep a good woman down, worth more than rubies and gold, made of wisdom!!!!!  They need some more sunday school, read book of Proverbs, boys!!!!!  Mean girls are allegedly the good ones, you know, the ones who deny their own flesh, and want to claim mine, good little Mormon girls!  Shelley, but Ty got his almighty, Duty to God award--Matty did too, Rachy pooh!  Love your own DNA!!!!

MIRACLES TO HAPPEN--CURED A 20 YEAR FEAR, RIDING A MOTORCYCLE ON BACK!  WALKING 87 MILES CAN DO THAT . . .

I have been the back seat on four motorcycles--three of the 4 drivers wrecked, one due to my excitement over the beauty of the backside of Mt. Timp up Provo Canyon in the fall, and no one but a helmet to tell, finally couldn’t contain myself and let out a scream, cycle went off eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the side of the road--guy never called me again, when he found out why I screamed.  The other one, tried to see how close he could get his knee to the road as he went as fast as he could down Provo Canyon, scream.

The BMW driver was older, cautious, and a great driver.  At first I put my hoodie over might head, afraid i would be shot like Trayvon Martin, speaking of Zimmerman, and closed my eyes, hung onto the driver, and was scared to death, especially, when I did have the guts to look and the speed limit was 70 miles per hour!!!!!!  Back under my hoodie!  By the time I made it to Columbia Falls, I was brave and enjoying the trip!!!!  Thanks to my unknown Knight in Shining Armour!!!!  87 miles after the night I went through, followed by the day--thanks!  He was cute, wanted to take him to lunch to thank him, but he was a good married man, just smiled and left.

HI-JACKED TO THE NORTHWEST MONTANA FAIR IN KALISPELL

The motorcyclist could only get me to Columbia Falls to a Zip Trip gas station next to the A&W, the station attendant said she would send anyone going to Kalispell to pick me up.  I had not been more than 5 minutes and I started to walk, feeling confident that someone would pick me up, and sure enough a one in 10 million chances, to be explained, picked me up--someone who had a husband who worked for the Forest Service and refused to close mountain roads to hiking, biking, hunting, and fishing to remote areas of Montana, and ended up, with a cohort of similar mind, almost died of a strange, unknown illness--sound familiar.

Jill Taber and I hit it off immediately and she took me to the county fair, to help man a booth with her and her husband, on stopping the road closures, and fighting the Forestry Service on lumber and other related issues.  I had some experience in Utah with that, the Iron County Commissioners were also fighting the Forest Service on road access and closures--I had done a constitutional analysis for the commissioners and they took it and ran with.  Seems to be connected to Agenda 21 of Daddy Bush, one world order stuff, and war on private property owners and constitutional rights.  RIGHT DOWN MY ALLEY!  

We realized we knew each other and had similar friends from the politically active and vocal Kalispell Pachyderm Club, who made me join or they wouldn’t let me speak!  I also hooked up with the Helena Club.  I enjoy being connected and knowing what is going on, always have an opinion, so forked out the $40 membership fee.  Thanks to all the players in the relay to get me away from George Zimmerman II.

FEARS OF THE ZIMMERMAN TRIAL REALIZED!

This little Glacier Park Nazi was just as determined to get me, for something about as inane as what Trayvon Martin did, walking through his fathers neighborhood, with Skittles, talking to a girlfriend and ended up dead, which could have been my fate from the way things were shaking out, just trying to be a good citizen and take back some keys that belonged to the Park, nothing more sinister than that--with the actions of this freaky security guard, having no idea what atrocities he told the sheriff who seemed equally as determined to chase me with trackers and hounds!  

I wasn’t given a chance to tell my side of the story or get the facts substantiated--I was profiled or targeted--maybe for something so stupid as the Park protecting Howard and his new girlfriend, which is something I didn’t give a rat’s ass about, just returning keys and getting my property from Swift Current--which is proof I intended on returning in June to work!  I think they intended to snuff me out, so they didn’t have any witnesses against this asshole, wanna be cop!  On hand all day!!!!!!!

DOOM! D.C., SUPER HERO GIRLS. SWEET PEA SEWER & SEPTIC. JUNGLE MISSION. FAR CRY PRIMAL. ESTABLISH RAPPORT. ESTABLISH TRUST. DESERVE JUSTICE. "ALL THESE THINGS, I HAVE DONE!" "THE PROMISE" (1999) MOVIE ABOUT DOMESTIC VIOLENCE--HUSBAND KILLS WIFE, SISTER, WHO LOOKS LIKE SHELLEY, BUT IS "JOANN STEALER" SOUNDING LIKE "JOANN STEAL HER" OR THE WOMAN YOU THINK IS ME, A FELON FOR MORE THAN IDENTITY THEFT, STOLE CREDIT FOR MY AWARD WINNING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE 101 MANUAL, AND TOOK CREDIT, FOR STEPPING IN A RAISING RACHEL'S KIDS, LIKE IN THE MOVE, WHEN THE OLDER SISTER, ME, FUCK, I TOOK CARE OF RACHEL'S TWO OLDEST KIDS, STEPHANIE AND MATT, FRIEND ALAN, AND SHELLEY, HER KIDS, AND HER GRAND KID, PLUS HAVING A BOOMING LAW PRACTICE, IN FIVE STATES--HOUSEWIFE DURING THE DAY, LAWYER AT NIGHT, UNLESS I HAD COURT! IT IS ALL ABOUT THE MONEY! WITH ISRAEL KEYES, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE! KILLING TOO CLOSE. GIVE IT TO THE PUBLIC! THE BOYFRIEND'S CREW. MEET THE FAMILY. UP YOUR GAME! HOT WHEELS. CAPTAIN AMERICA--CIVIL WAR! RIDING TOYS . . . FAN CENTRAL! GWENETH PALTROW: "IT'S ALL EASY." FRANCE BULL! TRAINING MANUAL FOR PRESENT AND FUTURE CAMPUS PROTESTERS, CIVIL RIGHTS ACTIVISTS, AND CRUSADER RABBITS, LIKE MYSELF . . . GOING BACK TO MY SUNDAY "WALK IN THE PARK WITH THE CIA," FBI OR SUITS, ALL ONE IN THE SAME--UNIFIED POLICE FORCE . . . THEY WILL INFILTRATE YOUR MOVEMENT, MAY EVEN ARM YOU AND SET YOU UP, TO BREAK THE MOVEMENT, LIKE THE OHIO 5, WHO STARTED THE "OCCUPY WALL STREET" MOVEMENT, THEN CHARGE YOU, AND LOCK YOUR ASS UP FOREVER. CAUTION. THEY TALK WITH THEIR HANDS. THE MOST PERSUASIVE ARGUMENTS HAVE: (1) FACTS; (2) STATISTICS; AND (3) EXAMPLES . . . I AM GOING BACK TO SUNDAY, AND START AT THE BEGINNING OF THE TRAIL, TO THE PARK, LITERALLY, THE BEGINNING OF THE TRAIL, AND TELL YOU WHAT TO LOOK FOR, WHO AND WHERE! WE ALL HAVE A FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHT TO FREE SPEECH, AS LONG AS WE "PEACEFULLY" ASSEMBLE, TO "REDRESS OUR GRIEVANCES WITH THE GOVERNMENT" AND THAT INCLUDES THE ALLEGED, INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY OR BETTER, COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE, THE SENATE INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY, AND THE ABC SOUP AGENCIES THEMSELVES, WITHOUT FEAR OF REPRISAL, RETRIBUTION, REVENGE, ARREST AND INCARCERATION, OR WORSE, DEATH! MOVE TO RUSSIA, IRAN, CHINA, AND NORTH KOREA FOR THAT SHIT! THIS IS GOD DAMN AMERICA, AND WE HAVE RIGHTS, FREEDOMS, AND LIBERTIES, WHETHER THE GOVERNMENT LIKES IT OR NOT! CLEAN CAR, HAPPY FAMILY. FULL HOME. HAPPY HOME! CORRECTION FROM REFERENCE TO SITTING IN THE "PRESS BOX" WHILE I WAS WATCHING THE FIREWORKS SUNDAY AT THE POVERELLO CENTER; I REALIZED, AND FORGOT HOW CONFUSING IT MIGHT BE TO THE STING OP CREW, WHEN I SAW THE "PRESS BOX" SPORTS BAR & GRILL, WHILE RIDING ON THE BUS, YESTERDAY . . . I WAS BEING SARCASTIC, AND REFERRING TO THE FIBER-GLASSED IN BUS SHELTER, ACROSS FROM THE FRESH MARKET ON, BROADWAY, THAT I WANTED TO REFER TO AS "BOX SEATS" AT A GRIZ FOOTBALL GAME! I AM SURE, MY "DOUBLE," WHOM, THE "HOUNDS OF JUSTICE" ARE PROTECTING, THINKING THE "FAKE" BITCHES ARE ME--EITHER COMPLETELY INCOMPETENT, OR TOTALLY DUMB, OR NOT, HAVE SAT MANY TIMES IN THE WASHINGTON STADIUM, IN THE "BOX SEATS" WATCHING THE GRIZ AFTER A TAILGATING PARTY, WHILE THE CREATOR OF THE WEALTH, THE DOER OF GOOD DEEDS, THE BLOGGER, REPORTING FROM "GOOD FOOD STORE", THE MOTHER OF THE ROCK AND POP OR RAP STARS, AND SMART, HOTTIE, MILITARY TRAINED, DAUGHTERS WITH MASTER'S DEGREES, AND SCHOLARSHIP OFFERS TO THE U OF M, LAW SCHOOL, WAS ENJOYING THE STING OP AND BUST, IN THE MOUNTAIN LINE "BOX SEATS" EVEN GLASS ENCLOSED TO PROTECT FROM THE WEATHER, WATCHING FIRE TRUCKS, THE TWO COPS RACING TO THE SCENE, WHEN I PUT MY BATTERY BACK IN MY CELL PHONE, MADE A CALL, THAT KICKED IN SURVEILLANCE, ON THIS MISSING RESIDENT OF THE POV. WHO WAS JUST THERE SECONDS EARLIER--I AM THE GHOST--NOT YOUR SPOOK TRAINED HAGS, FUCKING WITH THE AFTER GAME, PARTY, THE TONS OF FEDS, DETECTIVES AND UNDERCOVER COPS, AND THE 6 DEJECTED POLICE OFFICERS, WITH THE HUNTED, WATCHING THE HUNTERS! LOL! OH, WHAT FUN IT IS TO KICK BACK! RADICALS, YOU ARE PICKING A NOBLE AND EXCITING AVENUE OF "PUBLIC SERVICE," BEING THE WATCH DOG FOR THE PEOPLE . . . WITH LITTLE IN MONETARY PAY, BUT HUGE IN HONOR POINTS, BUT ALSO, A DANGEROUS ONE, HOWEVER! IF I GO OUT, I AM GOING OUT IN A FLAME OF GLORY . . . WE ARE BOUND BY GLORY! I AM GETTING REAL EXPERIENCED AT THIS SHIT, SO "LEARN LOUD!" LOL!

Government Infiltration Is Your Number One Enemy to Your Cause . . . Because, They Don't Like Rebels! Anymore Than Britain, Liked Our Rebellious Founding Fathers! 

The interesting thing about, us, in modern day America, to be distinguished from our revolutionary founding fathers, is they gave us a republic, and hoped we could maintain it, and now, we are in the process of fighting to get it back, tons of rights, back, that have, either been legislated out, gone by the wayside for lack of people, exerting their rights, through ignorance of those rights and protections, violation of those rights and failure of police or other government officials acting under color of law, to afford, enforce, and protect, for several members of society, or anti-American activities, deceptions, and propaganda from our local, state, and federal officials or elected officers, representatives, and leaders, in the three branches of government.

Speaking on infiltration, my blog, of course, just had the spell check turned off, by the fucking, NSA or National Security Agency, or the 30,000 spies, in Utah, watching the whole fucking western United States, including me, obviously, at Good Food Store, right here in River City, Missoula, Montana, at 9:59 A.M., so the fraud broads, can run MY intellectual property, through the scanner, as I post, showing up one some other alien IP number, in Utah, or some other part of Montana, or Chicago, Santa Barbara, or wherever, then going through, some computer, program, that, never changes, more than a few words, because, ever once in a while, their shit, shows up on my computer, rather than their clone computers and reveals, what lazy shit, they do, to claim, pride in performance, while they are fucking their pillow mates, and staying in bed, long after, I have published this blog!  Now that I have lost my train of thought, due to having to stop, go into a Google dictionary, to check my own, words, No Easy Day, in contrast and comparison, to the It's All Easy, days of the fraud broad, D.C., alleged, super hero girls, who are doing nothing more, that, capitalizing on my work, efforts, blah, blah, blah . . . and our intelligence buddies, are just too stupid to figure this easy shit out!  WHAT THE FUCK EVER!

SUNDAY CHRONOLOGY OF EVENTS--SPOOKS ON THE TRAIL!

• up and going by 4:20 A.M., thinking it is Tuesday, rather than Sunday . . . when you are retired, you never have a day off, and not going to church, my only marker, in the week, is Sunday, when the buses are not running.  So, I got something for breakfast, and parked my ass, in my usual place, the only place in the dining area, I can get an internet connection, and watch my true crime shows, because, I can't type, with my computer in the window seal, because it is too narrow . . . so, I will go to McDonald's when it warms up.  That was the plan, until, I started to see the storm clouds, gather, Dave, a few undercover looking dudes, were all up; therefore, I finish breakfast, and was off and running, earlier than I had originally planned.
• I can't remember, exactly what time I got to McD's, because, I called my daughter, Greta, to plan for the family bash, in Salt Lake City, Utah, this weekend, to celebrate birthdays and just have family fun, with the Secrist clan, at the zoo, swimming at the hotel, and eating.  I would say, I hit McD's, by 8:00 A.M., and started my blog, all on surveillance, but a cop came in to go to the bathroom, pretty early, probably aftermath from the early morning storm clouds, looming over my head . . . Town Pump . . . where the hell did she go, AGAIN . . . I told you I am the ghost, who ditches the spooks!  I watch a few movies, after writing my blog, and head back to the Poverello Center for lunch.
• after a quick lunch, watching the goons, knowing something is up, I high-tail, it over to trail, that goes to California Bridge, to sit and enjoy the Sunday sun, watch the river, ducks, look at the snow capped mountains, the reason we all live in Montana, meaning, mountains, and to relax, on my way over to the Aquatic Center, to enjoy a few more movies, and to relax . . . that was the plan . . .
• I am sitting on this bench, one of two, just at the start of the trail, and this dude, comes up from the river, packing garbage out of the small forest, water spillway, and grove of trees, where tons of homeless dudes and dudettes, like to hang out . . . he acts as if he is talking to me, when he tells me that he hauled two large black garbage bags out of the area, the day before, and I figured that he must have read my blog, because, I had written about the Clark River Clean Up, on Saturday, and wanted to get the homeless to go clean up their own shit, rather than expecting, citizen volunteers to do it for them, and I wanted the towns folks to respect my buddies at the Pov, and not think they are pigs!  This guy almost took the words out of my mouth, but, he didn't seem to be talking to me, and like many, spooks, they are playing for the cameras, communicating through their symbolism . . . as in taking out TWO garbage bags . . . symbolic of we are taking out the double, referring to me, protecting the ABC suits' female assets, or my evil twins, whom they "SHIELD" going after the real, ME, ME!  He gave me a clue, that I was in dangerous territory, and anything could happen, along this trail, with plenty of places for assassins, hit men or women, thugs, or whomever, is wanting me dead . . . it is all about the $$$$$$$$$$$$, so that could be anyone!  HEADS UP!
• I am not sure about these next guys, but as I hit the bridge, there is a cement flower garden, with benches around it, and there were three people, this tall dude from Las Vegas, a guy, sitting down with his hoodie on, blonde, but quiet, and some chick, who appeared to be older, than the guys . . . the Vegas guy, and I talked about the beautiful weather, and he mentioned that he came from Vegas, so he liked the heat . . . was that a sign?  Maybe, HEAT, being cops . . . he said, he was MADE for the weather, using almost the same words I had used, when I said, I WAS BORN FOR THIS, so, again, my mental faculties were on high alert, and I promptly, excused myself, and went over to the bridge, to sit on one of the outcroppings . . . I don't think, there was anyone on either of them, or so, it seemed.
• I like to take my time and smell the river, the trees, soak in the sunshine, stand over the bridge, and watch the small, stream, that trickles into the river, just under the bridge.  By this time, the three people I had been talking to, who also commented on trash around the river, slobs, and such, again, making me think, they knew exactly who I was, and what I had written about, cleaning up, etc., but, they had gone on passed me, and over to a bowery, further up the trail, on the west side of the river, on Hal's Walk.  I wrote about the corn ball, with the fishing hat, walking just like they do in the movies, with CIA, arms crossed across his chest, head bowed, or from what I could see, probably looking out from under the rim of the fishing hat, walking a very determined and directed walk, straight to me . . . he may have noticed, that I was watching him, from under my Poverello fund raising hat, that I had over one side of my face, while I was laying on a bench, near the restrooms, and near this bizarre cement embankment, that everyone from girls with guys, college students guessing what it is, to old women out for a Sunday walk . . . they should have a contest, guessing what the object is, because, nobody could tell, and it was a topic of conversation, that I heard, and watched, from under my hat, just as I had been watching the spook or assassin, who came right up to me, made a loop, and went back to the trail, then again, went over to the bench, just down the smaller trail to the bathrooms, leaving his bench, to look over at me, behind a nearby garbage bin, blocking his view from me, but, with me only needing, to move my head off the bench about an inch to see him.  He may have been the identifier, from what happened next!  He then, takes off, while I am still acting like I am taking a Sunday afternoon nap, either he thought I was awake, or watching him, or he was not sure who I was, or he was sure?
• I ditched the plan to walk to the swimming pool, to crash their internet . . . being homeless, especially, the days, I don't have money, which is generally, half of the month, you have to get real creative, so you don't appear homeless, or seem a loiterer, and the ABC suits are shutting down my old haunts one by one, security asshole at the bus station, at the hospital, and the Break Cafe, is getting more picky, if you don't buy something, and rightly so, business begets business, but they have been nice and know, I always buy stuff when I have money!  But, I finally sit up, getting hot, and all of the sudden this black dude on a bike is going down the trail, near me . . . he looked older than you 5 blacks attending the U of M, and he had a black, like gangsta black scarf of some type over his head, with a tail, that I was not sure if it was his hair, or the rag on his head.  At first when he went by, I thought, don't think, every fucking person on the trail, is a spook or hit man, so I kind of ignored him and dismissed him, as standing out to much, for making a hit, in Missoula!  LOL!  It is kind of like me, in Georgia at the Atlanta Airport, I was the only white!  When I told Greta and Dallas, that I now understood the way blacks feel in Salt Lake City, Utah, they called me a bigot!  No, I am just making a statement of fact!  But, as I got up to leave, after sitting for sometime after I saw the guy, I noticed, in my peripheral vision, that he started to move, just when I did, and it had been about 5 minutes, or so, since I even thought of him . . . he is looking more and more suspicious!  So, I, being the good citizen that I am, get off the grass, onto the trail, and the trail, starts to follow me!  I hit the main trail, and there was a bench, right off both the main trail and the littler one, and I sat . . . to look for the black guy, and he had just disappeared into thin air . . .what the fuck, how does one black dude with a bike, disappear, with all whites on the trail?  So, I got up, and figured, he was not a trail, and started over to the bridge, and when I turned around, HE WAS BACK FOLLOWING ME!  Spooks are on my ass, and probably all over this park!  SHIT!
• A stopped on another bench, overlooking the river, and this chick from the Poverllo, walked by me, as if she didn't want me to see her.  We had spoken, at the Pov. and seemed to be on the same page, with regards to cops . . . she had a ex-husband who was a cop in Wasilla, Alaska, home of Sarah Palin, aka, my sister, Rachel, and she was almost worst than I was, buckling to her knees, and pulling her arms under her, saying the cops are soooooooo corrupt, scream!!!!!!!!  I asked her if she ever saw Sarah Palin, and just as I expected, she often saw Todd Palin with the kids, but Sarah, not much. I thought, that figures, Rachel, is me, half the time, has to be with her own kids, the other half, and Todd, takes care of the Palin crew, covering the Alaskan duties . . . I think, there may have been a real, Mrs. Sarah Palin, who probably was in politics, looked like Palin, may have been murdered, plenty of husbands and wives kill their spouses, and with a shit load of incentive from the CIA and the Republican party, Tea Baggers, and from what I am experiencing, with this double trouble shit, I would not be surprised . . . do whatever it takes, with NO exceptions, and NO limits, including murder, as I am seeing.  So, when this chick was pretending to not see me, I thought, they have paid her off, she has crossed over to the dark side, and is playing the Shelley game, because, this is how it happens, like ABC, I meet someone, have rapport with them, laugh, and, the next time I see them, they act bizarre, like they don't know me . . . oh, I guess I am the crazy bitch Shelley, because, they switch the tables, and try to make me her, claiming to be JOANN, while she enjoys my great life and work, and I get SHIT, being her, just where she should be . . . just like that movie, Down, Out and Dangerous, with the Bart guy, having his whole fucking life stolen by this homeless dude . . . Shelley's favorite shows, 10 years ago, were the SOPRANOS and RICHES, with Minnie Driver, the show, where the losers, study the lives and homes of the rich and famous, and then kill them and move in!  I am sure she is on the cop side, seems more on the ball, with cute clothes, and new white boat shoes, but some of the Pov. chicks were talking about boobs, and the normal, and I said, what are you talking about, you have good boobs!  She said, oh, no, I nursed 4 kids, these are fake!  Cop wife, for sure, easy buy over, and probably brought down, to make me think, Sarah Palin, Rachel, was a good governor . . . fuck, the politicians were so corrupt in Alaska, that anyone, was an improvement!  Alaskan mafia, exchanged for the Mormon mafia, NO DIFF!  I let her spy, uninterrupted.  I saw a guy from the Pov. again, whom I have wondered, all the way along, if he was a spy . . . he is the one, who also, saw me latter the night of the BIG RAID, or PLANNED RAID at the Poverello . . . he walked over from Fresh Market, passed the bus shelter, where I was sitting, and I didn't want to draw attention to myself, but he may have been looking at the Market for me, or noting where I went, to report back!
• You know the rest of the story about the fiasco, at the Poverello Sunday night, as I did my normal, ghost routine, and as the feds walked in front of me, to gather at the lobby, I left!

AT LEAST THREE PISSED OFF COPS, STARTING ANOTHER STING OP, AT THE POV. AT ABOUT 6:00 A.M. . . . HATE TO EAT AND RUN, BOYZ, BUT GOTTA GO!  JUMP ON BUS #11, 6:45 A.M. RUN!

• either the construction workers, in Missoula are starting to ride the bus, or several spooks, got on the bus, several stops after me, one so fucking sarcastic, that I thought, he must be from New York! LOL!  Trashing all the bikers on the bus, three with bikes on the front of the bus, two inside and several more than were trying to get on the bus . . . seeing commuting a different way, the buses are filling, much like Chicago morning commutes, pretty soon, my joy rides, in will be yielded to real workers and tax payers!  LOL!  But this guy, with a very eastern look, hook nose and all, along with several buddies, was such an ass, they biker sitting in front of him, got off the bus, when he said, loud, Why do bikers, bring their bikes, when they don't intend to RIDE them!  Later, the robo voice, computer chick, on the bus, reported that we were at the airport, and to take your belongings when you get off the bus!  Again this ass, commented . . . What, like, your going to get of the bus, leaving everything you brought with you?  This was not your average construction worker, nor your average commuter!  Spook, pissed off, that I escaped the Pov. early!  LOL!
• Next, some good looking guy, jumps on #1 bus, turned to bus #2, at the Mall, and takes a short ride, again, good looking, but scruffy, like Mr. New York, and out of the blue, as all spooks do, they make the initial contact, and he strikes up a conversation, like he knows who I am . . . I am extremely good at remembering faces, but not names, and I would have recognized, a guy at the Pov. this good looking!  He starts asking me about my stolen computer, from last December, and I am thinking, were you there?  SPOOK!  No, I would have remembered, and you are dressed a bit too nice, even with the beard!  We discuss getting our stuff stolen, he said he got his stolen, within seconds, just sitting near it, in fact, he got his stuff stolen, 4X . . . BULL SHIT, he is trying to make me think, that getting my backpack stolen, within 20 seconds, was not a planned cop sting, and another attempt to take every bit of evidence, I am who I am, and get the backpack, I had just written about, the Columbia, get my computer, my money, my money card, and about everything that makes me, ME!  He promptly got off the bus, when I reported, that I thought, the theft was cop driven, because, when I called in a report on the $700 dollar loss, the cops never came, the Pov, staff, would not look at surveillance, and the thieves turned in paperwork, I had, thank God! so, the staff knew exactly what time and who, turned it in! nobody would help!  Each time something like this happens, there is this white Toyota Yaris, with PAML, and colorful dots, because they love Shelley, and think she is the colorful, writer, that I am!  FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  These guys have seen me for fucking 3 years, off and on!  ARE YOU RETARDED? OR PAID OFF? OR PART OF THE GAME? OR FRIENDS WITH THE COPS? OR GOT A LARGE DONATION OF MY FUCKING MONEY IN CONTROL OF THE MOB, PULLING THE WOOL OVER YOUR EYES?

Gotta Run Catch the Bus . . . Lunch at the Pov. Is Great, Nutritious and Yummy!

KISSES, HUGS AND LOVES, EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE BLIND TO WHO I AM!  LOL!