OUTRAGEOUS TALK! INTENTIONAL INFLAMMABLE LANGUAGE: (1) OBAMA, CLINTON FOUNDERS OF ISIS; (2) HILLARY JUDICAL APPOINTMENTS WILL TAKE AWAY YOUR 2ND AMENDMENT RIGHTS, ONCE SHE IS IN, THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO, BUT MAYBE YOU 2ND AMENDMENT PEOPLE CAN DO SOMETHING . . . I WAS JUST BEING SARCASTIC ABOUT INSIGHTING VIOLENCE TOWARD HILLARY? THE ASSASSINATION OF PAKISTAN'S BENIZARI BHUTTO, A FEMALE LEADER IN PAKISTAN, WAS NOT ONLY A BLOW TO THE PEOPLE OF HER COUNTRY, BUT TO IMPROVEMENT IN RELATIONS WITH INDIA, NOT TO MENTION, A BLOW TO DEMOCRACY ITSELF! THE ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT ON ARIZONA REPRESENTATIVE, GABBY GIFFORD'S LIFE, LEAVING HER WITH BRAIN INJURY AND DAMAGE, IS NOT JOKE! EVEN IF TRUMP, WAS BEING SARCASTIC, SARCASIM IS ONE OF THE MOST DIFFICULT LINGUISTIC TOOLS TO BE DECIPHERED BY PEOPLE, THAT IS WHY, EMOGIES WERE CREATED, TO GIVE THE READER, SOME TYPE OF INDICATION THE MINDSET OF THE PERSON, EITHER WRITING THE TEXT, EMAIL, TWEET, OR BLOG! THAT IS WHY, I PUT AN LOL, SO THAT WHEN I AM SARCASTIC, WHICH COMES FREE, AND OFTEN, I TRIED TO INDICATE AFTER WHAT I WRITE OR SAY, IS TAKEN IN THE LIGHT, IT WAS INTENDED . . . THERE WAS NONE OF THAT, WITH TRUMP'S SPEECH! (3) WHEN TRUMP, WAS SPEAKING TO EVANGELICAL LEADERS, HE SAID, "IT MAY BE THE ONLY WAY I GET TO HEAVEN" INDICATING TO THESE RELIGIOUS VOTERS, MANY OF WHOM, BOUGHT THE FEELINGS, THAT TRUMP IS CALLED BY GOD TO BE THE NEXT PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, AND IN THEIR RELIGIOUS ZEAL, WILL VOTE, FOR A CANDIDATE, WHO IS LIKEABLE, BUT SO FULL OF SHIT, THAT SOME IDIOT, CAN TAKE, JUST THE STATEMENTS MADE BY TRUMP THIS WEEK, HILLARY + ISIS + DEATH OF THE 2ND AMENDMENT + DONALD TRUMP IS CALLED OF GOD TO BE PRESIDENT = ASSASSINTION! AS A LEADER, OF THE FREE WORLD, THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, NEEDS TO BE SELECTIVE IN THEIR LANGUAGE, BECAUSE, PEOPLE ARE LISTENING, CRAZY PEOPLE ARE LISTENING, PATRIOTIC PEOPLE ARE LISTENING, WORLD LEADERS ARE LISTENING, AS WELL AS TERRORISTS ARE LISTENING, AND ONE NEVER, EVER, KNOWS, EXACTLY WHAT WILL RESINATE WITH SOME NUT JOB, WHO WILL FEEL IT THEIR MISSION, TO KILL HILLARY CLINTON, WHO HAS BEEN DEMONIZED, FOR 25 YEARS, JUST FOR BEING A SMART, AMBITIOUS WOMAN, WHO HAS HAD ASPIRATIONS, OF BEING THE FIRST FEMALE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, WHICH IS HER GOD DAMNED RIGHT TO WANT AND DO! HISTORICALLY, MEN, WHO WERE THE ONLY PEOPLE TO RUN FOR OFFICE AND WE HAVE HAD 4 PRESIDENT'S MURDERED, IN ADDITION TO SENATOR BOBBY KENNEDY, THIS IS NOT JOKE! NOW THAT THE FEMALE CANDIDATE IS AHEAD OF TRUMP IN THE POLL, ANY SUGGESTION, OF EVENING THE SCORE, ESPECIALLY WITH TRUMP'S RABID AND ROWDY CROWD, IS NO JOKE! I REMEMBER, EARLY IN THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION CYCLE, DURING THE PRIMARIES, HILLARY WAS INTERVIEWED, BY, SOMEONE, NETWORK NEWS, AND THEY ASKED HER, ABOUT, APPEARING TOO LAWYERLY, IN CHOOSING HER WORDS, VERY CAREFULLY, TO THE POINT OF ALMOST COMING OFF AS INAUTHENTIC AND MEASURES, AND HER ANSWER, STRUCK ME, AS SOMETHING WHO HAD DEALT WITH THE PRESS FOR A LONG TIME, AND HAVING JUST COME OFF FOUR YEARS AS SECRETARY OF STATE, EARLIER A SENATORS, SHE KNOWS, THAT THE PRESS, CONSTITUENTS, AND LEADERS OF FOREIGN NATIONS, CAN TAKE THE MOST, INANE COMMENT, AND TWIST IT INTO, A POTENTIAL WORLD CONFLICT, IF THE NATIONAL AND WORLD LEADER IS NOT CAREFUL! I KNOW, THAT ANYONE WHO HAS THE SLIGHTEST, INTERACTION WITH THE PRESS, KNOWS DAMNED WELL, THAT WORDS, INTENTIONS, AND THOUGHTS, CAN BE MISCONSTRUED, AND EVEN BE INTERPRETED TO BE THE TOTAL OPPOSITE OF WHAT SOMEONE SAYS! CASE IN POINT, HILLARY, SAYING THAT IN ESSENCE, FBI DIRECTOR, JAMES COMEY, ESSENTAILLY SAID, THAT SHE WAS HONEST IN HER DEALINGS WITH THE FBI INVESTIGATION, AND THAT THERE WAS NO INTENT FOUND, THAT WOULD GIVE "ANY" PROSECUTOR, REASON TO INDICTE HER, ON ESPIONAGE OR SEDICTION, OR IN CAUSING INJURY TO AMERICA, OR GIVING AN ADVANTAGE TO ANY FOREIGN STATE OR POWER! WHAT WE HAVE, IS CLINTON, THE MOST QUALIFIED AND EXPERIENCED PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE, OF ALL TIME, MALE OR FEMALE, SURE WITH BAGGAGE LIKE ALL OF US HAVE, BUT, PLEASE DO REMEMBER, SHE IS CUTTING NEW TERRITORY FOR WOMEN, AND TAKE IF FROM SOMEONE, ATTORNEY, WHO REALIZES THE HATE CRIMES AND HATE SPEECH, THAT IS USED TO HOLD A WOMAN DOWN, WHO IS VENTURING INTO WHAT, MEN THINKS IS THEIR ARENA, NOT BECAUSE IT IS, BUT BECAUSE, IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN, AND FEMALES AT THE CUTTING EDGE OF ANYTHING, BREAKING GLASS AND CLASS CEILINGS, IS GOING TO BE ATTACKED, AND HER WORDS, CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST HER . . . THEN WE TAKE HER OPPONENT, DONALD J. TRUMP, THE LAST OF THE 50'S MEN, WHO MUCH, LIKE THE CREATION OF THE BRITISH MALE, WHO WAS CREATED WHEN THE BRIT MEN, WHEN THROUGH THEIR MALE IDENTITY CRISIS, PROBABLY WITH THE RISE OF PRIME MINISTER, MARGARET THATCHER, THE IRON LADY, SO IAN FLEMMING, CREATED, AGENT JAMES BOND, 007, AND HERE WE ARE, AS AMERICANS, ALMOST 40 YEARS BEHIND THE BRITS, OUR PARENT COUNTRY, GOING THROUGH OUR FIRST REAL THREAT TO THE OLD MALE BASTIONS, OF POWER, PRIVILEGE AND PRESTIGE, HAVING A MARKET ON THAT POLITICAL VESTAGE OF MALE DOMINANCE, OF PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, BEING BLOCKED FROM FEMALE INFLUENCE AND INFILTRATION, SEEING HILLARY AS A FOREIGN AGENT, IN A WAY, WITH MEN FROM MARS AND WOMEN FROM VENUS, SEEING THE WORLD IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT! I AM, FOR ONE, THRILLED THAT, PEOPLE ARE OVER, TRUMP'S STAR POWER, HIS MONEY, HIS GLAMOUROUS MODEL WIFE, HIS ATTRACTIVE AND WELL SPOKEN CHILDREN, AND GETTING DOWN TO THE BRASS TACKS OF WHAT, QUALITIES AND CHARACTERISTICS IT TAKES TO MAKE A PRESIDENT, WORTHY OF THIS GREAT COUNTRY, A LEADER OF "WE THE PEOPLE", WHO CREATED THE CONSTITUTION AND THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT OR GOVERNMENT IN GENERAL TO PROTECT US FROM FOREIGN THREATS, BUT ALSO TO PROTECT OUR RIGHTS, PRIVILEGES, PROPERTY, GENERAL HEALTH AND COMMON WELFARE, AND THAT TAKES AN EXPERIENCED, TRAINED, KNOWLEDGABLE AND RECOGNIZED FIGURE! CLINTON RAN IN 2008, AND AT THAT TIME, BEFORE, SHE BECAME SECRETARY OF STATE, THE VOTERS, DID NOT, SEE HER AS VIABLE A CANDIDATE AS THEY DID THE NEW FACE OF THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY, BARACK OBAMA, EVEN THOUGH, SHE REALLY HAD, MORE EXPOSURE AND BACKGROUND, AND WITH BOTH, OF EQUAL RANKS AND FILE, THAT OF BEING SENATORS, BUT, THE BLACK MALE, WON, OVER THE WHITE FEMALE, WHO HAD SEEN, POLITICS, POWER AND YES, PRIVILEGE, BUT AS A SPOUSE, PERHAPS, HARVARD TRUMPED, YALE, IN LAW SCHOOLS, BUT FOR THAT TIME AND THOSE REASONS, HILLARY STILL HAD NOT CLEARED ALL THE HURDLES, THAT A FEMALE, WOULD HAVE TO, TO HIT THE CREST OF THE HILL, AND OVERCOME ALL THE PREJUDICES, FROM MEN AND WOMEN, AGAINST A FIRST FEMALE PRESIDENT, BUT THE TIME HAS FINALLY ARRIVED, WHEN PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY, EXTRAPOLATING, THE MALE AND FEMALE LABELS, THAT WERE SO INDICATIVE OF EARLY POLLS, ATTRIBUTING STRENGTH TO THE MAN, AND WEAKNESS TO THE WOMAN, TO WADING THROUGH ALL THE RHETORIC, AND LOOKING AT WHO IS BEST, TO DO THE JOB, FOR THE AMERICAN PEOPLE, THE ONE WHO HAS A HISTORY, THAT SPEAKS WHERE HER HEART AND SOUL HAVE BEEN FOR THE LAST, REALLY HALF CENTURY, SERVING HER COUNTRY, OR POLITICAL FIGURES, CAUSES, AND FIGHTING FOR THE UNDER PRIVILEGED, OR FOR CHILDREN, WHO COULD NOT FIGHT FOR THEMSELVES, TO FIREFIGHTERS AND POLICE, MISLEAD TO BELIEVE THE AIR FROM THE WRECKAGE OF THE TWIN TOWER, TERROR WERE SAFE, ONLY TO FIND OUT, THAT THEY WERE DYING FOR THEIR HEROISM, WITH HILLARY, FIGHTING FOR FUCKING 10 YEARS, IF I REMEMBER, TO GET THEIR FAMILIES COMPENSATED FOR THE SACRIFICES, THAT WERE MADE, NOT ONLY BY THE MEN AND WOMEN, THEMSELVES, BUT FOR THE FAMILIES WHO HAD TO PROCEED INTO THE FUTURE WITHOUT A FATHER OR MOTHER, WITHOUT THE INCOMES, LOVE, AND SUPPORT, WHICH CAN OR COULD HAVE BEEN DEVASTATING TO THE FAMILIES, AND PERHAPS, HILLARY'S KNOWLEDGE OF THE STRUGGLES HER OWN, MOTHER HAD TO GO THROUGH, ORPHANED AT 14, MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE DRIVING POWER, BEHIND HER FIGHT, FOR CHILDREN AND FAMILIES, KNOWING THAT IT TAKES A VILLAGE TO RAISE A CHILD! SOB, FOR A WOMAN, LIKE THIS, A PUBLIC SERVANT, IMPERFECT, TO BE TRASHED, TO BE INURED BY THE VERY PEOPLE SHE SERVED, THROUGH LOVE, DEVOTION AND HALF A CENTURY OF FIGHTING, IS TO ME, DISGRACEFUL, AND TO THROW HER UNDER THE BUS FOR A SELF-SERVING, MEGLOMANIAC, WHO ONLY CARES ABOUT HIS EGO, FOR HIS OWN FAMILY, AND WANTS TO WIN, FOR ANOTHER NOTCH ON HIS BELT, AND WHO SAID HE COULD BE BOUGHT OUT OF THE RACE, EVEN SUGGESTED HE MIGHT, AFTER WINNING, JUST QUIT, OR AS HIS SON, ERIC SAID, ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS MAKE AMERICA GREAT, THROUGH, MAKING THE DONALD APPEAR, GREAT, AND LET HIS V.P. RUN THE WHOLE FUCKING FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC POLICY SCENE, AS HE, DOES WHAT, AS PRESIDENT, SHOWS, THE LUXURY LIVING, THE GOLF GAMES, THE GOLDEN TRUMP TOWERS, HE HAS BURIED HIMSELF IN FOR YEARS? THE HISTORY OF BOTH THE CANDIDATES, IS SYMBOLIC, AS ALL THINGS ARE OF THE FOCUS, EFFORT, AND DETERMINATION, WHERE THEIR INDIVIDUAL HEARTS HAVE BEEN! HILLLARY HAS EARNED HER WAY, EVERY FUCKING STEP OF WHERE SHE IS, EVEN THE HALF A MILLION FOR GIVING A SPEECH TO WALL STREET, BECAUSE SHE KNOWS INFORMATION, THAT IS THAT VALUABLE TO HEAR, COMING FROM A VERY INTELLIGENT WOMAN, WHO CAN TELL INIVESTORS WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE WORLD! TRUMP IS AN IRATIC, LUNATIC, WHO IN ALL HIS, UNPREDICTABILITY, MAY BE FUN TO LISTEN TO, IN HIS OUTRAGEOUS SPEECH, AND INTENTIONAL BULL SHIT, MEANT TO INSIGHT, THE CRAZY BIRTHERS, CO-CONSPIRACY NUTS, AND ANIT-ESTABLISHMENT ZEALOTS, WHO HAVE A FALSE SENSE OF NATIONAL PRIDE, SEEING IT AS WHITE PRIDE AND BIGOTRY, JUSTIFIED, WHO, JUST MIGHT TAKE HIS ILL THOUGHT OUT WORDS, SARCASM, AND RHETORIC, AS GOSPEL TRUTH, AND ALONG WITH TAKING TRUMP TO HEAVEN, SEE THEMSELVES AND GETTING A FREE TICKET AND 10 TO 70 VIRGINS, NOT TOO UNLIKE THEIR TERRORIST, BUDDIES, TIED TO RELIGION, AND SEX, FOR ETERNITY, DOING ALL IN THEIR POWER, INCLUDING BLOWING THEMSELVES UP, TO SURE A TRUMP PRESIDENCY, AS IN JULIAN ASSANGE, WHO HAS SECRET HATRED FOR WOMEN, BEING OFFENDED BY TWO FEMALES, TRANSFERRING THAT ANGER, BY EXPOSING HILLARY'S EMAILS, AND DNC EMAILS, ALONG WITH PUTIN, WHO IS IN FEAR OF HILLARY TOO! GROW UP, TRUMP, GROW UP MEN, WORLD WIDE . . . YOUR DICKS, COCKS, HUGE PENISES, ARE NOT GOING TO FALL OFF WITH A FEMALE PREISIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. NOW ON MIGHT ACCUSE ME OF INFLAMMATORY LANGUAGE IN THIS BLOG, AND RIGHTLY SO, BUT I AM NOT RUNNING FOR THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES AND A LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD! BLOGGER, AMERICAN PRESIDENT, APPLES AND ORANGES! I DON'T HAVE TO BE CAREFUL, EVEN THOUGH, I TRY TO BE, BUT, REMEMBER, I AM NOT BEING PAID, DON'T CHARGE, AND I AM NOT RUNNING FOR OFFICE; THEREFORE, YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR . . . THAN MEANS, GIVING CREDENCE AND HEED, EQUAL, WHATEVER RENUMERATION YOU ARE SENDING ME! LOL! OF COURSE, I AM BEING SARCASTIC! THE SARCASM IS FREE! KISSES, HUGS, LOVES . . . GO MAKE AMERICA, AMERICA, AND VOTE FOR THE FIRST FEMALE PRESIDENT--IT IS ABOUT TIME, AND SHE IS AS GOOD AS IT GETS, PERIOD! WE WOULD BE LUCK! THINK QUALIFIED, JOB APPLICANT!

EXPERT CAT (CIA) TRAINER. LAW ENFORCEMENT SHOULD BE PAYING ME TO TRAIN THEM, SHIT! I MET UP WITH MY LITTLE FRIEND, ANNIE, OHIO FARM GIRL, FUNNY AS HELL, SHE HAS BEEN EVERYWHERE FROM OHIO, TO STURGIS AND BACK TO MISSOULA, STOPPING IN WYOMING, LONG ENOUGH TO GET A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL, OFFERED A PAIR OF LEATHERS, TO RIDE WITH SOME HARLEY DAVIDESON, RIDER DOGS, SAYING NO TO ALL, ESPECIALLY TH WEDDING RING! ANNIE JUST FOUND OUT THE ONE TRUE LOVE OF HER LIFE, FROM YEARS AGO, WHO LEFT HER FOR ANOTHER WOMAN, BROKER HER HEART, IS NOW GOING TO BECOME A FEMALE, FEELING MORE COMFORTABLE AS A WOMAN, RATHER THAN THE MAN SHE KNEW AND LOVED, SO SHE WANTED SOME COMPANY TONIGHT. I TOLD HER I HAD TO GO OVER TO WHERE I LEFT SOME OF MY STUFF, IN OLD TARGET SHOPPING CARTS, LINED UP IN THE SERVICE DELIVERY AREA, MOSST LIKELY TO BE SITTING THERE, UNTIL THE END OF TIME OR THE END OF THIS TARGET, WHICH EVER COMES FIRST! LOL! NOW, I GET A LOT OF MY SHORT, PITHY ATTENTION GETTERS FROM FUN STORES, LIKE TARGET AND MCDONALD'S, TACO BELL, WALMART, AND SOME OF THE STORES WITH LARGE ENOUGH BANK, TO PAY SOMEONE TO DO SOME CLEVER ADVERTISEMENT FOR THEM, AND I AM GENERALLY GIVING STORES FREE ADVERTISEMENT, AND NOT IN COMPETITION OR MAKING MONEY, SO I USE THEM WITHOUT PREMISSION, WHICH, IF THEY HAD TO PAY ME FOR EXPOSING THEIR STATEMENTS AND FOOD, OR SERVICES, LIKE MONEY CARDS, ETC., TO OVER A BILLION READERS WORLDWIDE, THEY WOULD BE THE ONE'S OWING ME! SO, OFTEN, WHEN I GO TO WRITE A BLOG, I GET SOMETHING SMALL TO EAT, OR DRINK, BREAKFAST OR LUNCH, AND WHEN LOOKING AROUND THE STORE, OFTEN, I WILL STOP, TAKE OUT MY PEN AND SOME PAPER, SCRAPS TO NOTEBOOKS, AND COPY, CUTE, INSPIRING SAYINGS. SEVERAL MONTHS AGO, I WAS DOING JUST THAT, JOTTED A COUPLE OF SAYINGS, THEN PUT MY WRITING MATERIALS IN MY BACKPACK, AND ON ONE SUCH OCCASION, THERE WAS THIS DUDE, BLONDE HAIR, BALDING, BUT WITH A LONGER PONYTAIL AS I RECALL, WHO STARTED AT ME IN A MENACING FASHION, AS IF I HAD DONE SOMETHING WRONG, OR SHOPLIFTED, AND ON THAT OCCASION, I WATCHED TO SEE WHAT HAPPENED, AND SURE ENOUGH A COP CAR PULLED AROUND THE CORNER, AND I DECIDED, LACKING ID, AND NOT REALLY WANTING TO DEAL WITH A COP, FOR MORE THAN OBVIOUS REASONS, I LEFT . . . NOW, EVERYTIME I GO IN THE STORE, THERE SEEMS TO BE THIS LITTLE CADRE OF TARGET WORKERS, WHO, SEEM TO THINK, THAT I HAVE DONE SOMETHING WRONG, AND THEY START TO ACT STRANGE AND LIKE TRY TO HOLD ME AFTER, SERVICES, OR TRY TO GET ME TO GO SHOPPING, WHEN THERE IS NO REASON, AND USUALLY, I SEE, THIS COLLUSION WITH THEM AND THIS WHOMEVER HE IS, CIA AGENT, WHO SEEMS TO COMPEL SEVERAL OF THE GUYS TO HELP HIM, IN THIS WITCH HUNT! MONDAY OR TUESDAY, SOMETIME THIS WEEK, I PURCHASED A NEW COMPUTER, A SWIMSUIT, BATTERIES, AND SOME EAR BUDS FOR THE COMPUTER, ABOUT $200 WORTH OF STUFF, BUT AFTER I GOT THIS GUY, WORKING IN ELECTRONICS TO GIVE ME THE COMPUTER, UNDER LOCK AND KEY, HE STRANGELY, SUGGESTED OR SAID, NOW, IF YOU HAVE MORE SHOPPING TO DO, I WILL HOLD THE COMPUTER FOR YOU AND YOU CAN COME BACK AND PAY? WHY? I SAID, NO, I AM NOT A SHOPPER, AND I HAVE ALL IN NEED TO CHECK OUT RIGHT NOW. OH . . . BUT WHAT USED TO BE A FUN PLACE TO GO AND SIT IN THE LARGE OPEN WINDOWS, AND WRITE THIS BLOG, WHILE BEING SURROUNDED WITH MY FAVORITE COLORS, RED AND WHITE, HAS NOW TURNED INTO THIS STUPID, LAME ASS, GAME OF CATCH AND CATCH ME CAN, FOR NOW APPARENT REASON, OTHER, THAN, LIKE THE ONE OTHER TIME, AT WALMART LAST FALL, WHEN I WAS IN THE BEAUTY SECTION, AND I REACHED DOWN AND TOOK UP SOME HAIR LIGHTENER, THEN DECIDED, I WAS STRAPPED FOR CASH, AND DECIDED TO WAIT A WEEK OR TWO, AND OUT OF THE BLUE, THIS UNDERCOVER COP, ASKED ME TO STEP OUTSIDE, OPEN MY PURSE, WHICH I GLADLY DID, THEN, HE ASKED A MANAGER, WHOM HE DRAGGED ALONG, TO GO CHECK THE SURVEILLANCE TAPE FOR SHOPLIFTING, NONE! EVEN AFTER THAT, AS IF DISAPPOINTED, HE ASKED TO SEARCH MY PURSE AGAIN, TO WHICH I ANSWERED IN THE AFFIRMATIVE! FUCKING NOTHING! WELL THIS DUDE, IS JUST LIKE THAT, AFTER PROVING SOMETHING, THAT I AM A THIEF, OR, IT JUST DAWNED ON ME, IN THIS BIZARRE WORLD, OF SHIT WITH SHELLEY, SWITCHING IDENTITY, AND ME WRITING ABOUT SHELLEY, FOR SOME REASON, IN THIS GAME OF "TWISTED SISTERS" I HAVE BECOME, HER, THE CRIMINAL, NOT THE HONEST ATTORNEY, BLOGGER, PROFESSOR, AND MOTHER OF FOUR AMAZING KIDS! SO ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS, I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THE COMPUTER, OR JUST WATCHING TRUE CRIME SHOWS, AND I NOTICE THIS LITTLE GATHERING OF MEN, THIS LONG HAIRED DUDE, AND I THINK THIS SMALLER BLONDE, WHO TRIED TO GET ME TO SHOP LONGER AND THEN THERE IS A THIRD GUY, A BIT HEAVIER SET OR LARGER, WHO, HAS ACTED STRANGLY TOO . . . ARE THEY TRYING TO FRAME ME? CATCH A THIEF, SHELLEY? WHAT THE HELL? THEY SEEM TO BE INVOLVED, IN THE SHELLEY SHIT SHOW, OF COPS, UNDERCOVER, WHO ARE TRYING SO HARD TO PROVE THAT, EITHER I AM SHELLEY, OR I AM A THIEF, TO DISCREDIT ME, OR SOMETHING? SO, BACK TO, TODAY, ANNIE WANTED ME TO COME TO BONNER, STAY THE NIGHT, AND SINCE MY HOME IS MOBILE, WHICH I AM LIKEING MORE AND MORE, FREE OF THE STING OPS AT THE POVERELLO CENTER FOR THE HOMELESS, THAT HAPPEN ON A REGULAR BASIS, TO THE POINT, I GET SICK GOING IN THERE. JUST TODAY, STARTING TO RUN SHORT ON CASH, I DECIDED, WHAT THE FUCK, I WILL JUST GO FOR LUNCH, THEN LEAVE . . . BUT, RIGHT AS I GOT OFF THE BUS, THERE WAS A COP, AND I THOUGHT, HE IS RACING BACK TO THE COP SHOP, TO SOUND THE ALARM THAT THIS "COP TOP MOST WANTED" BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, IS HEADING TO THE POVERLLO, SO I NOTICED AND WENT TO THE FRESH MARKET TO BUY LUNCH! AND I SWEAR WITHIN, SEVERAL MINUTES, THIS MANAGER, IN A PINK SHIRT, CAME BACK, AND PEEKED BEHIND THE FIREPLACE, I WAS SITTING, JUST STARTING TO EAT SOME CLAM CHOWDER! I THOUGHT, HERE WE GO AGAIN! SHIT, MISSOULA WAS MY PLAY GROUND AND ONE BY ONE, ALL MY FAVORITE PLACES, HAVE EITHER BECOME RATTING GROUNDS, OR THEY TREAT ME LIKE A COMMON CRIMINAL! BUT, TARGET IS PROBABLY THE WORST, NEXT TO THE POVERELLO, FOR SOUNDING THE ALARM AND COPS COME RUNNING! SO, I TOLD ANNIE I NEEDED ABOUT TWO HOURS TO GO GET MY STUFF, AN HOUR BUS RIDE, ALMOST FROM EITHER DIRECTION, ON BUS #1 OR #2, SO WE ARE LOOKING AT ROUGHLY 6:00 PM, BY THE TIME I GET TO OUR MEETING POINT, AT THE BREAK, WHERE I AM NOW, AND NO ANNIE, LEADING ME TO BELIEVE, SHE MAY HAVE ALERTED SOMEONE, OR THE BUS DRIVER, WHO HEARD ME AND ANNIE MAKING PLANS, TOOK OFF, VERY QUICKLY, RAN OVER TO THE COUNTY OFFICES, WHERE THERE ARE TONS OF SHERIFFS, DOING COURT DUTY, HE COULD HAVE CALLED AND TOLD, LONG HAIRED, RAT MAN, AND, NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, THE ONLY WAY, SOMEONE COULD HAVE KNOWN WHERE MY STUFF WAS, HAD TO HAVE BEEN A COP OR FED, BECAUSE, I PUT MY STUFF THERE, AT ROUGHLY 6:00 AM, STILL A BIT DARK, SO SURVEILLANCE IS THE ONLY WAY TO KNOW WHERE MY STUFF IS OR WAS. ONE THE BUS RIDE OVER, ME AND THE BUS DRIVER, GOT INTO A POLITICAL DISCUSSION, ON WHO WE ARE VOTING FOR AND WHY? i TOLD HER HILLARY, AND SHE SAID, I THINK SHE IS A LYING BITCH, AND I DON'T TRUST HER! I WENT ON IN HILLARY'S DEFENSE, AND SAID, THAT I CAN RELATE TO HER, AND ANY AGGRESSIVE, CONFIDENT, ESPECIALLY ATTORNEY, OR FEMALE ATTORNEY, WHO KNOWS HER STUFF, IS GOING TO RUFFLE FEATHERS, AND I FEEL MUCH LIKE HILLARY, IN THE BENGHAZI AND EMAIL, SCANDALS, THAT A GROUP OF MEN, WHO CAN'T DEAL WITH POWERFUL WOMEN WHO ARE EVERY BIT THEIR EQUALS, IF NOT THEIR SUPERIORS, WILL VENTURE IN THIS WITCH HUNT AND CHARACTER ASSASSINATION, TO TAKE THEM DOWN, BEFORE THEY GET INTO POWER! THESE MEN, AT BOTH WALMART AND TARGET, ARE ACTING MUCH, LIKE CONGRESSIONAL REPRESENTATIVES, LIKE GOWDAY AND ISSA, CHAFFETZ, AND OTHER REPUBLICANS, WHO IN THEIR "HEART OF HEARTS" BELIEVE THAT THE CLINTONS ARE CROOKS AND IF THEY JUST DIG HARD AND FAR ENOUGH, THEY WILL PROVE HER, ME TO BE, DIRTY ROTTEN, LAZY, LYING, BITCHES! WITH HER AND I, THAT JUST IS NOT THE CASE! I BELIEVE, THAT EITHER, I AM BEING FRAMED, OR HAVE ALREADY BEEN FRAMED, AND THE COPS, HAVE BEEN SOLD A BUNCH OF SHIT, AND THEY HAVE ME CONVICTED OF WHATEVER IT IS THAT THE SUPER MOB, REPUBLICANS, MORMONS, AND INSIDER COPS WORKING FOR MY SOUTHWICK, DIRTY ASS, CRIME GODFATHER AND SISTER, WITH THEM HAVING EVERY REASON, IN THE WORLD, TO WANT ME JAILED, INCARCERATED, DETAINED OR MURDERED! SO THEY CAN, SAY, THAT SEE, SHELLEY, THE ELDEST, WAS ME ALL THE WAY ALONG, SHE DID EVERYTHING, NOT THIS SHELLEY CHARACTER, WHO YOU THINK IS JOANN! GOD, AS IF THERE ARE NOT 20,000 SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS, I WALK IN FRONT OF EVERY FUCKING DAY, NOT TO MENTION, BEING ON BUSES, WITH CAMERAS, GENERALLY, TWO OR THREE OF THEM! THE COPS, OR SHOP MANAGERS, MUST DO THE REPUBLICAN THING--"I FEEL" THAT SHE IS A THIEF, OR IF I LOOK HARD AND LONG ENOUGH AT HER, I WILL SEE IT! THINK, THE REVERSE, IF THREE TARGET MANAGERS, REPORT, SEEING ME STEAL SOMETHING, MAYBE ELECTING TO DITCH OR HIDE THE ALLEGED, ITEMS, THAT, I ALLEGEDLY STOLE, BUT, THEY ALL SAW ME; THEREFORE, LOCK HER UP! WE "FEEL" THAT SHELLEY, THE NON-ATTORNEY, NON-PROFESSOR, NON-GOOD MOTHER, WHO IS DRESSED UP IN A MONKEY SUIT, FOR ATTORNEYS, IS THE REAL ATTORNEY, JUST BECAUSE WE "FEEL THE BURN!" PEOPLE ARE NOT ACCUSED OF CRIMES, WITHOUT ANY FACT TO BACK US THE CHARGES, AND PEOPLE HAVE TO HAVE IN INFORMATION WITH THE CRIMINAL CHARGES AND WHAT, STATEMENTS HAVE BEEN MADE AGAINST THE ACCUSED . . . SOME LAME ASS, FRIEND, OF A COP, WHO WORKS AT TARGET, IS NOT TO WORK AS THE ARM OF THE GOVERNMENT OR POLICE, TRYING TO FIND SOME DEGREE OF DISHONOR, TO CALL THE COPS ON ME, COMING FACE TO FACE WITH PISSED OFF COPS, WHO HAVE BEEN TRYING TO CATCH ME FOREVER! THEY CAN'T GET ME, THEY CAN'T STOP ME FROM WRITING, SO LET'S GET HER ON A CRIME, LOCKER HER ASS UP AND BE DONE WITH HER! NOT THE WAY THE CONSTITUITION AND BILL OF RIGHTS, SAYS, CITIZENS ARE TO BE TREATED! THE STANDARD OF CONVICTION IN OUR CRIMINAL SYSTEM, IS "BEYOND A REASONABLE DOUBT" NOT SOME HAIR UP SOME OFFICERS ASS, THAT MAKES HIM "FEEL" THAT I AM GUILTY OF SOMETHING! I AM ABOUT A CLEAN AS A PERSON OF MY AGE CAN BE! SHELLEY AND THE FRAUD BROADS, AND THEIR CRONY CAPITALISTS, WHO ARE INVOLVED IN STEALING MY MONEY, OR MY FAMILIES' MONEY, REALLY DO WANT ME DEAD, THAT IS CLEAR AND PLAIN AS THE DAY IS LONG! BUT, JUST AS THE BUS, PULED UP TO THE STOP ACROSS THE STREET FROM TARGET, THAT LONG HAIRED ASSHOLE, HAD JUST PUSHED A SHOPPING CART, UP THE SIDEWALK, NEAR, WHERE I STASHED MY STUFF, BUT WHEN HE SAW THE BUS, HE B-LINED IT IN THE SERVICE DOOR, AND DISAPPEARED! I BELIEVE, SOMEONE ALERTED, THIS FUCKER, AND TOLD HIM, TO SET UP SOME STING OP, GET THE POLCIE THERE, AND STOP ME FROM GETTING MY SHIT, WHICH IS BACK BY THE DUMPSTERS, IN OLD METAL SHOPPING CARTS! FOR GOD SAKE, BIG ASS CRIME? I QUICKLY WENT TO GET MY STUFF, THINKING HE WAS WORKING HIS WAY, TO GET INTO EACH AND EVERY SHOPPING CART, BECAUSE, I DON'T THINK, HE COULD SEE IT, NOR WOULD SURVEILLANCE, KNOW, OTHER THAN TO SEE ME OVER NEAR THE CARTS, EARLY, BEFORE LIGHT, THIS MORNING! ALL TOTAL, I WAS PROBABLY, IN AND OUT OF THE CARTS WITH MY STUFF AND ON THE BUS, IN LESS THAT 5 MINUTES! I SAW A COP, RIGHT AFTER THAT . . . CONNECTED? MAYBE? SO THE PLAN, WAS FOR ANNIE AND ME, TO MEET, AT THE BREAK CAFE, THEN GO TO DINNER, TO GET A BIG BOX, FOR $5 BUCKS AT TACO BELL, THEN GO OUT TO HER TRAMP CAMP IN BONNER, AND HANG OUT, TALK, GET UP EARLY AND GO TO THE MISSOULA COUNTY FAIR! I GET TO THE BREAK, ALMOST 6 O;CLOCK SHARP AND NO ANNIE! I DECIDED, FUCK IT, I AM GONG TO EAT DINNER, WITH OR WITHOUT, ANNIE! I ALREADY HAD SELECTED DINNER AND HAD IT UP TO THE COUNTER TO CHECK OUT, WHEN, ALL THE SUDDEN, THE COUNTER HELP, WHO HAS SEEN ME, AND ONE NIGHT GAVE ME A BLUEBERRY TART, BECAUSE, THEY COULD NOT USE THEM, WITH PERISHABLE FRUIT, BUT SHE SAID, DO YOU KNOW A LADY NAMED ANNIE? YES. SHE TOLD ME TO TELL YOU, SHE WAS HERE AND LEFT, THE COUNTER HELP YOUNG WOMAN, SAID, YOU MATCHED THE DESCRIIPTION, SO I NEEDED TO TELL YOU THAT. OH, WELL, IF ANNIE CAN'T STICK TO THE PLAN, FUCK IT! THE HISTORY ON ANNIE, IS, SHE HAS MANY TIMES, BEEN USED TO LURE ME TO THIS OR THAT, OR TO TALK TO ME, KEEPING ME IN ONE LOCATION, PROBABLY FOR COPS TO ARRIVE! ANNIE DROPPED IN TO MISSOULA A WEEK AGO, ABOUT THE TIME I TOOK OFF TO BOZEMEN. THEN, SHE DISAPPEARED, BUT SHOWED UP AGAIN, AND WITH MONEY, SHE TOLD ME SOMEONE WAS PAYING HER, BUT SHE WS NOT FREE TO DISCUSS WHO WAS PAYING HER, LAST TIME, SHE GOT A THOUSAND DOLLARS! WHAT NOW? SO, THE WAY, I AM PREDICTING THIS WENT DOWN, WAS THAT EITHER ANNIE OR THE BUS DRIVER, CALLED, SOMEONE, WHO ALREADY KNEW WHERE MY STUFF WAS, AND HE CALLED THE MANAGER AT TARGET, WHO STARTED TO LOOK FOR IT AND HAD EVERY INTENTION OF RETRIEVING THE FEW ITEMS, BUT HE COULD NOT FIND THEM, OR SOME ONE WARNED HIM, THAT I WAS TOO CLOSE, BCAUSE, HE DITCHED IN THE SERVICE DOORS, ASAP, RIGHT WHEN I ARRIVED! NOW, ANNIE DOING A NO SHOW, FOR SOMEONE WHO IS ABOUT TO GET FREE DINNER, YOU WOULD THINK, SHE WOULD FOLLOW PLANS, OUR PLANS! THE BEST LAID PLANS OF MICE AND MEN . . . I STARTED TO THINNK, THAT THE GIRL WAS PAID TO SAY THAT, OR THAT PLANS AT TARGET HAD GONE WRONG, AND PERHAPS, SHE WENT HOME AN HOUR AGO, AND DID THIS TO COVER THE FACT THAT SHE TOLD WHERE MY STUFF WAS? THIS IS THE SCENARIO THAT I COULD SEE PLAYED OUT, THAT, ANNIE FAILS TO HOOK UP WITH ME ON THIS LATEST PLAN. SO AS A RESULT OR DEFAULT, PLAN B SOMES INTO PLAY, WHERE, I WAS GOING TO TAKE THE LAST BUS TO BONNER, FIND ANNIE, AND THEN THE NEXT DAY WE WOULD DO TO THE FAIR. BUT, THERE IS A LOT THAT CAN HAPPEN, IN A PLACE, I AM NOT THAT FAMILIAR WITH, THE FLYING J AND THAT AREA IN GENERAL, AND CAMPPING OUT BY THE RIVER, REMOTE AND ALONE, HAPPY HUNTING GROUNDS FOR A KILLER, OR AN ALLEGED, ANIMAL ATTACK, DON'T YOU THINK? ON THE BUS, AFTER ANNIE GOT OFF, SOME DUDE CAME IN, COULD HAVE BEEN FBI, HAD A SHIRT ON THAT SAID, 'TRUST NO-ONE." i TOOK THAT AS A GOD SIGN, BECAUSE, I AM PRETTY FORGIVING, AND DON'T HOLD A GRUDGE, WHILE THE OTHER PERSON IS SETHING MAD, FROM WEEKS BACK! HELL, THESES FUCKERS, GET MORE PISSED, AT ME WRITING ABOUT THEM, THAN I GET WITH THEM TRYING TO SET ME UP, OR KILL ME, AFTER STEALING MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE FROM ME! SISTERS, SISTER COMPARISONS . . .

WIERD DEBUGGER SHIT COMING UP ON MY COMPUTER!  NSA OR ACCESS BITCHES, MESSING WITH THE CONTENT, TO FUCK ME OVER!

SISTER REVERSE STORIES, BUT THE SAME!

When Annie, showed up in town, last week, seemingly popping out of nowhere, she had her hair dyed blonde, and she kept commenting, that she was not her sister, and that her sister, was the one, who was stealing her identity.  So, we have the opposite of my situation, Annie is a brunette, and her sister is a blonde, and allegedly, Annie's sister, is under indictment for stealing her identity, and finally, she will be going to federal prison.  I say, I hope they can get my family and sisters too!  She said, oh, don't worry, this will clear up your case also, if they are getting my sister, they will get your sisters and family.  Then today, again, she commented on her hair, and I said, I thought she looked good with blonde hair, and again, she tied it to her sister, and said, no, I look too much like my sister!  Then she went on to mention, that, she didn't think she looked like her sister, until she saw her, driver's license . . . this is exactly, my story, only with the brunette older sister, being the one, who is having her identity stolen by her younger, blonde sister, she never thought looked like her, until she saw the DL!  Then she went on, to say, that people at the Pov. think she is a cop! and they have passed it around that I am a cop too!  Can you see the weaving, going on, taking half truths, from my story, and reversing it, making it look like the brunette is the innocent victim of her younger, sister, or Shelley the brunette, is the victim, of me, her younger blonde sister, the real criminal . . . twisted sisters!  I said, NO, I sue cops, for sure, I am not one!  Shelley, is a cop, of some sort, brought in, to be, me, from the Bush boyz, who didn't know what to do, could not control me, and decided the much more docile older, brunette sister, who will obey them and more than willing to take a step up in life, to attorney status, without ever even going to law school, always, wanting something for NOTHING!

NEEDLESS TO SAY, I AM NOT GOING TO BONNER, NOR MEETING WITH ANNIE . . . SHE IS OUT, DINNER, COMPANY, AND A TRIP TO THE FAIR!

I AM PROTECTING MY FREEDOM, LIBERTY AND GOOD NAME! IF NOT MY VERY LIFE!

Annie has cops in her background, and my be an agent, she sure gets around, and seems to have money, and new clothes that fit her perfect . . . sign of an agent!  She pops, in and out, with the ease of an agent, who has someone cutting the way for her!

GOOD NIGHT, SLEEP TIGHT, DON'T LET THE BED BUGS BITE!

THREE THINGS COPS NEVER DO: (1) VOTE DEMOCRAT; (2) DRIVE A CADILLAC; AND (3) THEY DON'T DRIVE THEIR OWN CAR! --JACK REACHER MOVIE, BASED ON TRUE LIFE CHARACTER--THE MOVIE CAME OUT AFTER I STARTED WRITING THIS BLOG, I SAW ACTOR, TOM CRUISE, DO SOME OF MY MOVES, LIVING THE SAME LIFESTYLE I DO--THE SIMPLER THE BETTER! AFTER RECIEVING THE HIGHEST HONORS HE COULD IN THE MILITARY, HE DISAPPEARED FOR TWO YEARS, CAME BACK AFTER A FORMER SPECIAL FORCES MEMBER, ALLEGEDLY, GUNNED DOWN 5 INNOCENT PEOPLE IN A SNIPER ATTACK, AND THE ALLEGED SHOOTER ASKS FOR HIM SPECIFICALLY, ACTUALLY, I AM A LOT LIKE REACHER AND THE FEMALE DEFENSE ATTORNEY, AT WAR WITH HER CORRUPT DISTRICT ATTORNEY FATHER, AND DEFENDING THE ALLEGED SHOOTER, NOT A POPULAR POSITION, BUT AFTER INVESTIGATION OF THE VICTIMS, ONE IN PARTICULARLY, OWNING A BIG CONSTRUCTION COMPANY, HAVING JUST ACQUIRED IT THROUGH A DIVORCE, THAT THEN PUT EX-HUBBY'S CORRUPT CRONIES, IN DEEP SHIT, THEY ACTUALLY ORDER THE HIT, AND THE OTHER PEOPLE WERE TO DISGUISE THE REAL TARGET, THE NOW CONSTRUCTION AND REAL ESTATE MOGUL, THE PLAYERS IN THIS CASE ARE SIMILAR TO MY CASE, AND A SUPER MOB, MADE UP OF UNLIKELY SUSPECTS, AS WELL AS LIKELY SUSPECTS, TIMILY FOR MISSOULA WITH THE RUSSIAN MAFIA. IT WAS FUN TO WATCH CRUISE IMITATE MY LIFESTYLE AND GREAT ESCAPE MOVES--I AM JUST GLAD, I AM NOT A GUY, OR I WOULD PROBABLY HAVE MORE OF THE PHSYCIAL ALTERCATIONS HE HAD, THAT I JUST GET THE THRILL OF DITCHING OUT, FREAKY FAST! (1) HE ALWAYS USES PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION, LIKE BUSES . . . SOME WOULD THINK, THAT THE GOVERNMENT, COPS, MAFIA, TOOK MY LIBERTY AWAY, WHEN THEY STOLE MY I.D. AND REFUSE TO LET ME GET BACK ON THE RADAR SCREEN WITH DRIVER'S LICENSE, SOCIAL, ETC., (2) REACHER IS TOTALLY OFF THE RADAR SCREEN, NO I.D., NOTHING TO BIND HIM TO A PARTICULAR LOCATION, LIKE ME; (3) HE IS WASHING OUT HIS SHIRT, WHEN THE ATTORNEY TELLS HIM TO PUT HIS SHIRT ON--HE ONLY HAS ONE--ME TOO! WORK OUT MATERIAL AND CLOTHING, MADE OF KRYPTONITE, WORKS GREAT, I WASHED MY PANTS AND SHIRT, BY WALKING THROUGH THE SPRINKLERS! I DID BREAK DOWN AND BUY TWO NEW PAIRS OF PANTIES, MY ONE SILK PAIR, THAT I WASH OUT WHEN I TAKE MY TWO OR THREE WEEEKLY SHOWERS, ARE GOING TO GET UP AND WALK AWAY ON THEIR OWN! THEY MIGHT WORK AS BEAR AND MOUNTAIN LION SPRAY, SENDING THE WILD ANIMALS SCURRYING FOR FRESHER MOUNTAIN AIR! LOL! (4) A GREAT ESCAPE CONSISTES MERELY OF PUTTING ON A BALL CAP, OR IN MY CASE, DOING THAT, OR SWITCHING THE ONE THE COPS OR THEIR RATS, ALL OVER TOWN, SAY I AM WEARING--TWO BIG RATS, MARY AND BOBBY, SHOWED UP IN TOWN, AGAIN! I HEARD THEY GOT A PLACE, SO OUT OF THE POVERELLO CENTER OR OTHER SHELTERS FROM MONTANA TO COLORADO WHERE I RUN INTO THEM; (5) ONE SECOND YOU WILL SEE JACK REACHER, MILITARY COP, TURNED PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR, AND THE NEXT MOMENT YOU WILL NOT, AS HE DISAPPEARS, ON A BUS, TO WHO CARES, U.S.A.! ME TOO, I HAVE GOTTEN SO CONFIDENT WITH MY STREET SKILLS, THAT, REALLY ANYWHERE DOESN'T SCARE ME, PLUS, I SEEM TO READ STREET LIFE, STRANGERS, AND SCARY SITUATIONS WELL; (6) REACHER HAS A SECOND SENSE ABOUT HIM, WHERE OTHER COPS FAIL TO SEE EVIDENCE RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR EYES, JACK, SMELLS, FEELS, CONNECTS AND THEN, CREATES A THEORY OF WHAT IS RIGHT OR HOW THE INCIDENT HAPPENED AND WHY, AFTER LOOKING INTO THE CHARACTERS' LIVES, BEING ABLE TO CALL THE SHOTS, WITH AMAZING ACCURACY WHEN SOMEONE TAKES THE TIME TO VERIFY, IS HYPOTHESIS, ME TOO--I CAN SOLVE CRIMES FROM ACROSS THE NATION; (7) THE FORMER MILITARY COPS HAS SO MUCH EXPERIENCE, BUT AS HE SAYS, ALL HIS SUSPECTS ARE "TRAINED KILLERS" LIKE THE ALLEGED ASSASSINE, BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL MARINES, SPECIAL FORCES, OR COVERT OPS; (8) PROFESSIONALS IN ANY FIELD, DO WHAT THEY DO BY REMOTE CONTROL OR WITHOUT THINKIING, THEY JUST DO WHAT THEY ARE TRAINED TO DO, SOME ARE BETTER TRAINED THAN OTHERS--THAT IS THE SIGN OF A PROFESSIONAL, ONE OF THE REASONS, THAT IT IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH, TO JUST GET RID OF ME, THE FAMOUS ATTORNEY, NOW STREET LAWYER, AND REPLACE ME WITH NON-PROFESSIONALS, WHO HAVE BIGGER BOOBS, WE DO WHAT WE ARE TRAINED TO DO, AND WHEN WE HAVE SPECIAL TRAINING, SUCH AS I HAVE, CLAWING AND SCRATCHING MY WAY, ALONE, TO THE TOP OF THE LEGAL FIELD, WITHOUT PURSE OR SCRIPT, BECAUSE THERE IS ALWASY ROOM AT THE TOP, AND THERE IS, I HAVE PROVEN THAT, BUT, SOMEONE WHO NEVER MADE THE CLIMB, NEVER STRUGGLED WITH THE CASES, NEVER WORKED WITH THE CLIENTS, NEVER WROTE THE BRIEFS, NOR DID THE RESEARCH IS GOING TO HAVE THE DEPTH AND BREADTH OF THE EXPERIENCE SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY DID THE WORK, AS A PROFESSIONAL, NOT SOMEONE WHO SITS, LIKE SUE WITH A CORN COB UP HER ASS, SILENT, AND STOIC, TRYING TO PRETEND SHE IS AN ATTORNEY, OR WEARING A MONKEY SUIT, THAT LOOKS LIKE AN ATTORNEY, OR EVEN HAVING A RUDIMENTARY UNDERSTANDING, OF POLITICS, LIKE A POLY SCI OR POLITICAL SCIENCE MAJOR, WHO JUST HAPPENED TO LIVE BACK EAST, NEAR, BOSTON, PHILLY, OR D.C. WHERE HISTORICAL AND CONSTITUTIONAL MOMENTS OF NOTE TOOK PLACE, HAVING READ NOVELS OR BOOKS, SO, FOOLING SOME, BUT NEVER FOOLING ALL . . . A GOOD CON LAW ATTORNEY, WOULD SEE RIGHT THROUGH HER LACK OF UNDERSTANDING OF LEGAL ANALYSIS, APPLICATION OF THE FACTS TO THE LAW, AND THE CRITICAL MASS OF INFORMATION, ONE NEEDS TO DO A CASE LIKE THE BROCK SECURITIES CASE, WITH EXPERTISE IN: (1) CONSTITUTIOANL; (2) STATE AND FEDERAL SECURITIES; (3) ADMINISTRATIVE PROCEDURE; (4) CRIMINAL AND (5) CIVIL LAW TO PULL OF WHAT I MADE LOOK SO SIMPLE, ALL THE FRAUD BROADS, AFTER THE FACT, SAID, OH, I COULD HAVE DONE THAT--AH, YEAH, AFTER ALL THE HARD WORK WAS DONE, THEY MIGHT BE SMART ENOUGH TO GRASP THE CONCEPTS, THE LAW AND THE ANALYSIS, BUT TO CREATE IT FROM SCRATCH TO EVEN UNDERSTAND THE COMPONENT PARTS, TO FILE ON YOUR FIRST CASE, THE LARGEST SECURITIES AND CIVIL RIGHTS SUIT IN THE NATION! NO, A HISTORY MAJOR, A BIOLOGY MAJOR, A P.E. AND HEALTH MAJOR, OR EVEN A TORTS ATTORNEY, COULD NOT DO THAT, NEVER, EVER! WHEN SOMEONE GIVES ME A CASE LIKE BROCK OR CHEEKS CORRUPTION CASE, IT IS SECOND NATURE, I JUST DO WHAT I DO BEST, APPLY THE SUPREME LAW OF THE LAND AND ALL THE SUPPORTING DUE PROCESS AND EQUAL PROTECTION, TO THE OTHER BILL OF RIGHTS AMENDMENTS THAT APPLY AND WRITE ONE HELL OF A CASE, CLEARING UP, ALL SECURITIES CASES IN THE NATION AT ONE FELL SWOOP! THAT IS SOMETHING TO ENVY, TO BE JEALOUS OF, AND ENOUGH MONEY, TO KILL FOR! I MAKE MY BLOG LOOK THAT EASY TOO . . . . SO IF IT SO EASY, START ONE ON YOUR OWN, UNDER YOUR NAME AND CREDENTIALS, NOT, TAKING THE MOST SUCCESSFUL, MORE WELL READ, AND ONE OF THE MOST INFORMATIVE, INTERESTING BLOGS, ON THE WEB, IF NOT THE MOST VALUABLE, FOR ITS SCOPE AND VARIETY, THEN, YOU CAN TALK ABOUT, BEING A PROFESSIONAL IN THAT AREA . . . NOW MY REPLACEMENT GALS, SHELLEY, KAY, MAYBE SUE AND MEGGY, CAN PULL OF A GOOD BLOG NOW AND THEN, BUT EVERY DAY? I JUST DO WHAT I AM TRAINED TO DO, NOT JUST STEAL SOMEONE ELSE'S BLOG, ALREADY SUCCESSFUL, AND RUN IT THROUGH SOME COMPUTER PROGRAM AND SPELL CHECK WITH MY ORGINAL BLOG, BEING SO GOOD THAT IN A HUGE ASS BREIF, I BELIEVE, I SAW, MAYBE THREE WORDS, REPLACED AND A SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT SENTENCE STRUCTURE, THAT IS MERELY CHALKED UP TO PREFERENCE, WITH NOT RIGHT OR WRONG! IN THE END, JACK REACHER AND HIS CRIMINAL DEFENSE ATTORNEY, WHO IS MORE LIKE HIS PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR, OR HIS GIRL FRIDAY, BECAUSE HE IS THE ONE DIRECTING THE CASE, AND TELLING HER WHAT EVIDENCE HE NEEDS, TO TAKE DOWN DIRTY COPS, DIRTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY, THE RUSISIAN MOB, THOSE WITHH INTERESTS IN THE CONSTRUCTION COMPANY, PROBABLY DIRTY, LAUNDERED MONEY, AND BOGUS COMPANIES DOING FRAUDULENT BUSINESS, THROUGH, STRAWMAN COMPANIES WITHOUT ANY MONEY, NO CHARTER, OR BEING REGISTERED, JUST SERVING AS A PASS THROUGH COMPANY, SHALLOW, AS THE PEOPLE OR CON MEN AND WOMEN, WHO CREATED, FAKE COMPANIES TO LAUNDER MONEY, WITHOUT REALLY MAKING ANY! MY GUT FEELING WITH JAMES KENNEDY, AS WITH ME, IS THAT, SOME CIA AGENT, WHO SORT OF LOOKS LIKE JAMES, IS PRETENDING TO BE A KENNEDY, WITH A SHIT LOAD OF MONEY, AS ONE MY EXPECT A KENNEDY TO HAVE, BUT, BEING FAKE, HIS IS JUST THE JUSITIFIABLE EXCUES FOR RACHEL, AKA, ME, TO HAVE A SHIT LOAD OF MY MONEY FROM THIS BLOG, OR MY CASE MONEY AS IIN THE CASE OF BRETT AND KAY, AKA, ME, OR ALL MY OTHER CASES, WHERE I WAS JUST BEING THE CONSUATE PROFESSIONAL THAT I AM, CLAIMING, THAT A WOMAN WHO SOLD CABBAGE PATCH DOLL SHOES, KIDDIE BOOKS TO ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS AND LIBRARIES, LATER USING THAT JOB TO JUSTIFY, WORKING WITH THE MOB IN VEGAS, ON STETALING "GOD'S REVOLVER" MUSIC, CARRYING ON A HISTORY OF WHAT THEY DID WITH PARALLAX, MARALOKA, GR, NOW THE DITCH & THE DELTA, USING FAKE BOY BANDS, OR EVEN USING ELLIOT, MAKING HIM BELIEVE HE NEEDS THEM TO SUCCEED, WHEN HE WAS A SUCCESS AS WAS THE BAND ALL THE WAY ALONG, BUT WITH INTERFERENCE AND MANIPULATION, CONTROL, AND MISREPRESENTATION, BREAKING HIM, THEN, ACTING LIKE THE ONLY WAY HE CAN GET TO USE HIS TALENTS AND DO HIS GIGS, IS TO PLAY BALL WITH THEM, THE MOB, SUPER MOB, WHO STOLE HIS WORK AND TRASHED HIS BAND IN THE FIRST PLACE, THIS IS THE PSYCHOLOGICAL PROCESSS OF "THE ART OF THE STEAL" TOO . . . WE BFREAK YOU, BY STOPPING YOU FROM YOUR LIFE'S WORK, YOU ARE SO GOOD AT AND PASSIONATE ABOUT, THEN, DENY YOU ACCESS, EVEN TRASH YOU AND YOUR CHARACTER, THEN COME IN LIKE, NOT THE SCUM, WHO STOLE FROM YOU, THE DESTROYERS, BUT, NOW, ACTUALLY YOUR SAVIORS, WHO ARE GOING TO RECREATE, A MASTERPIECE, LIKE "LITTLE BLACK HORSE WHERE ARE YOU GOING WITH YOUR DEAD RIDER? OR "WE RUST" AND PRETEND THAT THEY HAVE SOMETHING OF WORTH TO OFFER YOU! LOL! THEIR INCOMPETENCY IS HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT! IT IS YOU, MY LOVELY SON(S) WHO IS PULLING THEM ALONG AND MAKING THEM RICH, NOT THE OTHER EAY AROUND . . . WITHOUT THEM, YOU WOULD HAVE MADE IT LIKE I DID, REGARDLESS OF THEM . . . WITH OUT US, THEYY ARE THE NOTHINGS THEY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN! ANYWAY, THE FIRST TIME I SAW '"JACK REACHER" IN THE MOVIES, A FEW YEARS AGO, I LIKED IT, BUT, I LOVED IT KNOWING IT WAS BASED ON A REAL CHARACTER, NOT A FICTIONAL PROTAGONIST OR HERO, A REAL GUY, JUST LIKE I AM A REAL GAL, THE 6 FAKE BITCHES, NEVER DID ANYTHING, THEY ARE STEALING AND LAYING CLAIM TO, THAT I HAVE DONE, AND ALONG THE WAY, PICKING UP OTHER SKILLS, DIGGING LIFE IN THE STREETS, HERE IS MY MORNING: (1) I THREW OUT MY SLEEPING BAG, UNDER A PINE TREE AT THE SUPER WALMART WITH THE REST OF THE CAMPERS, CAR SLEEPERS, AND TRAVELLERS, A GREAT THING THAT WALMART DOES FOR TOURISTS, LIKE ME, ON AN EXTENDED STAY, FOR A WHILE, SAFE, NICE AND CONVENIENT TO SPEND MONEY IN THEIR STORE: (2) I SLEPT, COZY AND WARM, A BIT HARD TO GET UP, MY LEGS, BOTH, CRAMPED, WHILE GOING FROM GROUND ZERO TO USING A PINE TREE, AS A PROP TO HELP ME GET TO STANDING POSITION; (3) I WAS IN THE STORE, PURCHASING MY BODY SPRAY, FOR MY MEXICAN SPIT BATHS, TO MAKE ME SMELL BETTER AND FEEL BETTER; (3) I AM PROUD OF MYSELF, I GENERALLY GET DIET COKE, RUFFLE BBQ CHIPS AND A TWINKIE, WHEN I GO TO WALMART, BUT, THINKING HEALTHY, I SUSTITUTED A BANANA FOR THE TWINKIE, AN ORANGE JUICE FOR THE DIET COKE, AND I STILL COULD NOT DTICH THE CHIPS! (4) WITH MY $9.99 POCKET RADIO, BACKPACK AND SHOPPING ITEMS, I WAS OFF ROLLING BY ABOUT 5:30 AM, DANCING AND SINGING, JUST HAPPY TO BE ALIVE! (5) I STASHED A FEW THINGS, SO I DIDN'T HAVE TO CARRY MY WHOLE LIFE WITH ME, SLEEPING BAG AND ALL; (6) WAITED FOR THE BUS, HAD A FUN CONVERSATION WITH A FELLOW BUS RIDER, ABOUT THE COUNTY FAIR, GOING ON . . . WICKED, FUN, PICTURE IN THE MISSOULIAN, OF A BULL RIDER, NOT RIDING THE MEAN ASS BULL--GREAT SHOT, WITH HIM FLYING THROUGH THE AIR, WITH THE BULLS STEALING THE SHOW AS THE STARS OF THE "BULLORAMA"; (6) A NICE RIDE AROUND TOWN, TRANSFER AT THE MALL, SUN COMING UP OVER THE MOUNTAIN, WARMING ME, SO I DID SOME STRETCHES, ARM EXERCISES, AND DEEP BENDS . . . . GLORIOUS, BEAUTIFUL, PEACEFUL MORNING; (7) BEING SO PROUD THAT I DID WELL, ON MY, NEVER SAY, NEVER DIET, I DECIDED, THAT THE "HOT" SIGN, AT KRISPY KREME DONUTS, IS PROBABLY ON, AND I DECIDED, THAT ALONG WITH GIVING UP, MY NORMAL FARE, I WOULD ONLY GET TWO HOT GLAZED DONUTS THAT MELT IN YOUR MOUTH, THE BEST KIND, RIGHT OUT OF THE OVEN, HOTLY GLAZED, BUT, THE NUMEROLOGICAL AND MAGICAL NUMBER, 3, SIGNALLYING COMPLETENESS, WHOLISTIC NATURE, AND STABILITY, I DECIDED ON MY TRADITIONAL THREE DONUTS AND CHOCOLATE MILK, TRUMOO! SO YUMMY, A LITTLE NEWS ON MY COMPUTER, AND ONE HELL OF A COMPLETE MORNING, AND IT IS STILL ONLY 9:32 AM, MOUNTAIN TIME! I LOVE BEING ON TOP OF MY DAY! I HAD BREAKFAST, AROUND 4:00 AM, SO, THE THREE DONUTS ARE FOR LUNCH! LOL! I HAVE HAD HALF A DAY, BEFORE MOST OF YOU SLUGS ARE OUT OF BED! SOME COOL NEWS THINGS . . .

Double Fines in Work Zone!

My blog just got hijacked, I could not move the cursor, could not get, the centering or side margins to work, and then, all the sudden, the whole blog, disappeared, and then came back, so it is been, dipped in toxic waters, to poison the readers, who would benefit from every word, this original writer writes, not Mormonized--with the V-chip or some other nonsense, computer checked for grammar and other technical errors, when there are none and I never need to do this shit, because it is good enough, the way, I first write it, no proof reading, or changes, just substantive good stuff, and spell checked, and you fuckers, I just wrote about stealing this blog, like all the other ones . . . you see, they have to steal the blog, then, pretend they wrote it, and that, I, JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., is writing about, myself, as the very incompetent, Shelley, Rachel, Kay, Sue, etc.!  No, thank God, I never lost the weight, shit, you lame ass, cops, FBI or CIA, can't tell the difference between me and Rachel, with 4 inches difference, her wearing size 11 ski's as shoes, and everything from top to bottom, fake . . . no thanks, I would feel like I was cheating, with lipo and the suck games, no swimming, hiking and trying to make better choices in food and drink, and more active lifestyle, is better!  Which leads me to the first, item on my way cool list, of people who are being part of the solution, rather than being part of the problem!  Just remember, I am the WORKHORSE, these woman, while not as pretty, by any stretch, are the show horses!  You have MET THEM, not ME!  If you have met me, you don't know me, because, it is likely that you met a double, but I am doubly fine! and daily in the work zone!

• one of the things of concern to voters, seniors, in addition to presidential hopeful, Hillary Clinton, is the rising costs of pharmaceuticals . . . well, one doctor in Missoula, is helping be the solution to taking meds, someone told me, yesterday that her friend was feeling under the weather, so she went to see her doc, and he sent her home with the prescription, of taking, hot chicken, with veggie soup, and to gargle with warm honey water and salt!  When my kids were young and they started to get sick, I would make chicken soup, and load the broth and soup with, every vegetable in the fridge, garden, on the shelves, generally just fresh, but if I didn't have, either fresh corn on the cob, to skin all the kernels off, I might throw in some frozen or like never, but maybe, canned corn.  That always seemed to do the trick, and I have read, like in the Reader's Digest, that, there is actually something magical in the cartilage of the chicken, that when boiled for broth, releases, something that helps with colds and flues!  Anyway, a great doctor, and we need more, who prescribe, exactly that, good food, exercise and sleep!  Those three cure about everything!
• an article in the news today, said, there are all these simple things you can do, to be happy, and they listed just two of them, but, that is a start: (1) write down all the things you are grateful for . . . God, said, there are 7 things, the Lord hates, and the worst is being ungrateful!  We need to learn to be happy with what we have right now!  (2) take a walk in nature!  I know, that, the second, I hit, #4 bus to East Missoula, Riverside, Milltown and Bonner, seeing the green lush, pine trees, the lazy river, generally with kids and rafters on it, the blue or cloudy skies, I realize that I suddenly have a perma smile on my face! 
• making PEACE happen!  A few months ago, a Russian jet was shot out of the sky by Turkish forces, when the jet, crossed over into Turkish territory, many speculated, on the strong man, Putin's response, and held their breath . . . well, both leaders of these two nations, showing great restraint and thought, did what people need to do, when pissed, is to take a time out, and give your reaction some thought, and these two leaders, rather than, both playing the strong man, and blowing the shit out of each other, making matters worse, with more loss of life, they, chose to improve relations and deal with the situation, like the ADULT LEADERS IN THE WORLD!  Not only are they being, a great example of diplomacy, the good neighbor policy, but, they are setting an example for the rest of the world, that shit happens, no country is perfect, and getting pissed, can only make things worse!  THANK YOU RUSSIA AND TURKEY!  The last thing the world needs, is more unrest, in that area of the world!  KISSES!  Being the part of the SOLUTIOIN, rather than part of the PROBLEM!
• every election, Walmart, holds a Walmart Moms' Voting Panel, this is kind of a consumer, worker, version of the Soccer Mom, but, the over all, feelings, of these moms' bless with, a Mother's Intuition, is that regardless of party affiliation, they felt that, Trump was too, risky, scary, and unpredictable, and while they had trust issues with Hillary, they did feel more confident with her at the nation's helm, because of her experience, training, and previous employment as secretary of state!  So there you have it, out of the WISE mouth of MOMS!  Good on you ladies, and good on Walmart for holding important discussions like this, that has the weight and power of a company, that makes up 3% of the GNP of the WORLD!  LOL!

The Computer TROLLS Are Still Fucking With My CURSOR and Not Allowing My Controls of MY OWN, FUCKING COMPUTER, SPACING AND CENTERING!

Sorry, the swearing is a coping method!  Swearing helps you withstand, 75% more stress!  I would not need to swear if these fucks would do their own work, like professionals, and LEAVE THIS PROFESSIONAL ALONE!

HAVE A WONDERFUL, GREAT, HAPPY, SOLUTION FILLED DAY!  I AM GOING HIKING UP RATTLESNAKE CANYON . . . IF I DON'T WRITE, AGAIN, I GOT MURDERED, THE END GAME FOR THESE FUCKERS, TO TAKE CREDIT FOR THIS FUN BLOG!  OH, I TRIED ONE MORE TIME, GOT IT . . . MY SIGNATURE ENDING, LETTING YOU LEARN LOUD!

KISSES, HUGS, LOVES!

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HELL'S ANGELS BULLDOG BASH! BARRACUDA ESSENTIALS. A DIFFERENT KIND OF TRUTH. RELATIVITY. JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF YOUR MIND--DARK MIND. REBEL BABBLE. I LOVE YOU SO. YOUR JUST A DIRTY WHITE BOY. ANGEL HARLEM. HELL'S ANGELS--AS CLOSE AS WE GET TO AN AMERICAN MAFIA? OR JUST A MOTORCYCLE CLUB? MAYBE A BIKER GANG? WARWICKSHIRE, ENGLAND. MEGAN WANTS A MILLIONAIRE. A.J. CASTING A KILLER. REJECTION & LOSS, IN FRONT OF A MILLION OR MORE VIEWERS, A RECEIPE FOR DISASTER! JASMINE BECAME AN "OBJECT OF HIS EGO" . . . SHE HAD WEALTHY FRIENDS, WHO HAD ESTATES, SHE DROVE A FAST CAR, KILLER BODY, SHE REINVENTED WITH BREAST IMPLANTS, MEN WANTED HER, ALL WANTED THE PRETTY GIRL ON THEIR ARMS . . . SHE BECAME A REMEDY FOR HIS BRUISED EGO! MEN CAN ALSO BELIEVE IN THE FAIRY TALE, THE ALL AMERICAN GIRL, THEY CAN PLAY ROLES AND FORCE THEIR WOMEN TO PLAY ONE ALSO, SOMETIMES TO LINES BETWEEN FANTASY AND REALITY BLUR TO THE POINT THAT THE FANTASY, BECOMES THEIR REALITY.

HELL'S ANGELS, THE AMERICAN MAFIA

I think, that many of us, fail to realize, that often biker gangs, like the Hell's Angels, are considered worldwide gangs, that due to their secrecy, silence, and devotion to the members of the biker gang or club, we know little of their activities, goals, desired reasons for forming and for staying in existence and power.  I just watched a true crime episode, of a biker, leaving a weekend biker's rally, in England, the Bulldog Bash, was riding back with his gang after the yearly festivities, and was gunned down, while on his bike, and on the freeway, in an assassination, by rival gang members, the Outlaws.  The incident, left the dead biker in the middle of the freeway, his bike, continuing on, for 100 yards, resting in a field, while he lay dead, as his gang members, strip him of the biker emblems and patches on his leather vest.  Although, his biker, was riding with his gang, and he was surrounded on all sides, when he was shot in the head, none of the members of the gang would talk to police, nor state what they had seen.  There was a huge funeral, with both members of the American Hell's Angels, joining their British chapter.  This man, even kept his membership in this gang, to himself, and even his own mother didn't know, he was a biker club member, until, it was too late and he was gunned down, being shot in the head, by a car with several rival gang members, who then shot, at this loan rider, and no one else.  Apparently, the Outlaw gang, didn't think, the rivals, the Hell's Angels, respected their turf, and held their bash on hostile territory; therefore, to show the HA's who was boss of the ground, the party was held on, they randomly, chose a biker, and shot him, taking out the dude and stopping the freeway traffic for hours, while the police investigated, with little success, other than to find several bullets, and one, that seemed lodged in part of the other gang's vehicle.

Police put 6 members of the Outlaw gang under strike surveillance, and learned who the leaders where, why they did what they did, and who was directly involved in the murder or assassination.  In true biker fashion, all refused to speak, just saying they didn't know . . . eventually, one of the 6 committed, the unpardonable crime, of being a snitch, and he told the cops, why they did it, and that he was responsible for the whole mess--the cops, knew, that all the other men were also involved and it was just not that simple, so all were charged, and when the gang came to town to support, their members and leadership, the entire town, stood in awe and fear of this motorcycle club, if you will, their skulls, leathers, labels, patches, and their brotherhood.  Eventually, all were found guilty of conspiring to murder the rival biker, and they did a bad job, of covering their tracks.  After all had been punished and sentenced, and as they were walked to the prison by guards, one of the six, turned on the rat, and threatened him, that he had not seen the last of him, using intimidation and violence to let him, know, he was going to make him pay for what he had done, turning all of them in.  The lone guy, was put in a special, more isolated part of the prison, to be their for28 years.  The reason, I bring this up, about the biker gangs, is that, they are a key and significant part, of my case also with biker interaction, weaving and rivalries, mixed in with all the music, money, murders, and mayhem!  I wanted to list for you, reader, investigators and cops, hoping to lead this to prosecution and trial, for the guilty parties, so here we go:

MYSTERIOUS UNDERBELLY OF AMERICA, THE BIKER WORLD

Different biker gigs, that either intersect with me personally, with my cases, my kid's music, God's Revolver, easy rowdy, raucous music, that bikers love, or tangentially, touch this case, through Shelley, my rival, her work with the Utah Attorney Generals Office, after I had worked as an assistant attorney general, on to lovers, to egos, to the use of doubles, who have now, become, essentials to this criminal enterprise and an intricate part of the plans, the plays, players, and partakers of the booty or bounty.  I am just going to do this, the most efficient and affective way, I think, might portray, key players and issues, that come into play in this very, very, complicated case, that spans the globe!

• I believe that as part of the deal, when Shelley was charged with securities fraud, by the state of Utah, along with my father, five times, she was ordered to get involved with then, attorney general, Jan Graham's Children's Justice Centers, and my former boss, replaced by Mark Shurtleff, a former friend and colleague of mine, was also, involved, in the transition, between, Shelley's case, charges, penalties, which, I believe, included, some community service, and that was determined to be, working on the justice centers, which later, led Shelley, to interact, with community leaders in Cache county, but to also, work with BACA or Bikers Against Child Abuse . . . she had one friend, a guy named Mike, but I can't remember his last name, he and I had a small personal thing, but, I wasn't really into it, but, when all this comes together, you, might see, the multiplying effects of this involvement, in both, my sister's work and life and mine, as things are twisted and weaved together, to allow, Shelley to steal my identity and for her son, Isaac, to do the same with Elliot's music!
• jump forward, from me believing I was dying at the time, I met Mike, to me, going a back and practicing law, with a client, Allan Rex Bess, who sported tattoos, from the Vagos biker gang, considered one of the most dangerous gangs in America . . . now, Allan, claims to have, just ridden with the biker club, but who know, he was considered a total bad ass, for some reason, and when the cops arrested him, on the case I worked and represented him on, my friend, heard on her truck CB, that there were cops surrounding 4 blocks, and all streets covered, so his arrest made some splash in this sleepy town of Parowan, Utah.  Now, the first time, Allan, met me, he told all his jail mates he was going to marry his attorney.  I smiled, and none of the inmates in the Iron County Correctional Facility, or the jail, believed him, nor did I, but he had been a cowboy and Marine, in addition to his biker days, and I have always, had some attraction for slightly bad boys . . . there is just enough good in them, and just enough bad in me, that, in that one area, we are attracted to each other, but other than that, the whole thing is a puzzle to me.
• two of Allan's best friends, Joe and Joe, was this guy's son's name, whom I also defended, but, I defended Allan, got him off 45 years in prison for attempted homicide, really a cop set up, with a woman, who, was a black widow, who had several dead husbands, including a deputy sheriff, but she would find, alcoholics, with a lot of money, crush pills, then, mix them with their food and drink!  But, Joe and Allan's best friend, oh, Tony, built custom made biker machines, and together these two men, were on the cover of like biker magazine for creating a wicked bike, called, Twisted Sister, and they toured all over the country with this bike.  I also, defended, Joe, against the Mexican mafia, in a case, that Joe was forced to wear a wire, when a deal, for drugs or something was cut with a mafia member . . . Joe was forced to testify, I told him to plead the 5th, but he was threatened by the judge and the prosecutors, if he didn't testify, they were going after Joe's daughter, for marijuana or meth possession and she was just getting ready to graduate from veterinarian school, or she had been accepted.  Joe was forced into a corner and had to testify, and I saw this mafia member's sister and mother, put out a hit on Joe right in court, I freaked, followed them out, the prosecutors, tried to block me from giving Joe, who asked me to attend court, advice . . . I eventually, wrote a 14 page brief, to protect Joe, telling these very proud, Hispanics, that, Joe had a choice to testify or turn his daughter over to the cops and prosecutors . . . and to the credit of the drug dealer and his family, they respected him for protecting his daughter!  There is at least honor among, drug dealers, he took the wrap and went to prison and didn't seek revenge, on Joe; however, right after that, Joe went to work with the new police chief, who was brought in to protect the government men, against me!
• Allan Rex Bess, aka, Frank, allegedly of Interpol, the government look-alike, who was brought in, to help Shelley, take over my identity and stop all these cases, especially, my appeal, on the Tristan Lameroeaux case, involving, the Hell's Angels vs. Aryan Nation Groups, working with the FBI and Marines, in cutting a deal, between the two rival gangs, one with All American ideals, the Angels, and the others, all the arms of the Aryan Nations gangs, Sons of Anarchy, neo-Nazi's, other white power groups, sympathizers and supremacists.  I half wonder, if Frank, who claimed to be a government infiltrator, into the biker gangs, like claiming he was involved in a shoot out, at the Hell's Angel's Mansion, with Sunny Barger, whom Tristan claimed was his grandfather, back in the days when, the Aryan Nations had their headquarters in Zion's National Park!  The REAL, Allan Rex Bess, had a picture of Misty, Tristan's wife, whom he was framed, and said to have killed her, met Tristan in jail, and the two, kind of bonded, because of Allan's tats of the Vago's, and Tristan's Christian Brotherhood tattoos!  But a marked distinction and difference that lead me to firmly believe, that Frank was Allan's killer along with Shelley, but, Frank, said, that Tristan was guilty, and Allan was going to help me with the case, until he was murdered!  The thought just hit me, that, Frank, my, have been a rival gang member of Allan's, and he could have hated Sonny Barger, Tristan's grandfather, and leader of the Hell's Angels!  Two of my three plaintiffs in the Cheek case, for $56.7 million against Iron County, given to Shelley, who claimed my work, after I left for Montana, in fear of my life, with Shelley being seen in court, wearing a wig and pretending to be me . . . but, I did not know, until Tristan was in prison, that Haylee Cheeks, and Travis Braun, and most likely, Shane Clark, were all into white power, as were Misty and Dennis Cheeks!  Frank was German, and hated President Obama with a passion, party politics, one of the reasons to get rid of me, and put Shelley or Rachel in, as me, but in pure Republican form, rather than the constitutional law attorney, who could swing both ways!  This angle is worth looking into, and needs deeper, discovery!  I think, I was only seeing the tip of the iceberg, on what, was really going on behind the scenes, with global gangs, and me in the middle!  Once, Frank and I, were up at Duck Creek, Utah, and a group of biker bitches and I struck up a conversation, and they had been at Laughlin, when I think the Vagos and Hell's Angels, or someone got into a gun fight, and one person died, and two men went to prison, the chicks, asked me if I would represent, one of the guys in prison . . . Frank, made himself, scarce, and later, told me that due to his, involvement as a government infiltrator, he would rather I didn't take the case, because he was afraid, someone might recognize him!  There was a very notorious, Aryan Nations, dude, Alger, or something like that, who, allegedly shot and killed, a prison guard, who was taking him to a dentist appointment, and this dude, with a skin head and his whole face tattooed, said he would make me famous, if I represented him, like he wanted me to do . . . he was on TV news all the time, a sight to see for sure, claimed that, the other guard, actually shot Anderson, when Alger, tried to escape?
• then, I think, my next involvement, was with James Kennedy, and almost before to told me his name, he was telling me, these brutal, stories of the way, biker dudes treated their woman, like, allowing all 12 members of the biker gang at a bar one night, rape his wife, or the other guy, who put a dog collar on his wife, nude, put her in a dog kennel, and then shot her!  I said, am I suppose to be impressed by this?  Bikers exploit women, use and abuse them, and treat them like property!  James didn't talk much, after that first night, when I told him, I would not be one of his biker bitches!  LOL!  He told me that all the Kennedy boys, cousins, were, all either bikers, or feds . . . he told me his mother, a preacher, had, 9 children, most boys, and four of them were bikers!  But, I have not seen, James for a year and a half, or so, it seems, he may have come to the bridge, in Missoula, I thought I saw him, at least on three occasions?  I am sure, that I am a whole different type woman, than, bikers and James are used to dealing with!  LOL!  Kennedy had this sweatshirt on with a very volumptuous woman, with six shooters in her hands . . . probably more his speed!  I told him, I would never, go topless, sit on the back of a bike, and try to catch, hot dogs in my mouth, while my breasts, jiggle all over the place as men cheer!  No response!

CASTING A KILLER, TV REALITY SHOW . . . MEGAN WANTS A MILLIONAIRE!

This is another, true crime episode, in this one, there is this, smooth mover, good looking, guy from a rich family up in Canada, who comes to Hollywood, to claim his fame and his fortune.  He gets, selected and cast, to play one of the bachelors, on the TV show, Megan Wants a Millionaire . . . and lover boy, claimed he was a millionaire, while wooing her one the show.  Megan, was a hot blonde, but seemed very level headed, and she narrowed the field of millionaires, down to the final three, of which our Canadian con man was one; however, bound and determined to win the contest and Megan's heart, Ryan, was trying to be with her, separate and beside the show, and saying he loved her, wanted to marry her, and have Megan, have his babies, blah, blah, blah.  When it came down to selecting, the final two, out of three, giving one the boot, Ryan's wealthy father came down, to the show, but Megan, seeing through the con, more and more, with her friends, also, thinking he was a player, advised her, to steer clear, and so, she cut him from the program!  So, rejection and loss, in front of the whole viewing audience!  That was very humiliating and Ryan didn't take it well, so when, Jasmine, a beautiful, blonde, busty, bombshell, and model, met Ryan, this woman, who learned to reinvent herself, starting with her body, found that men were hanging all over her, just wanting to be seen with her, and her huge ass boobs, with all guys drooling over her . . . she was just the woman, to fill the void of Megan, and to be a nice trophy, for Ryan to wear, on his arm. 

Now, both, Ryan and Jasmine, relied on their looks, to get ahead in life, and they used these physical charms to lure each other.  Ryan again, telling Jasmine that he had a lot of money, but when it came to paying for anything, Jasmine, paid, because, Ryan, could not get a hold of his assets in Canada for this reason or that.  The two, in this whirlwind of a romance, based on their hot looks, and fueled by Ryan's recent TV exposure, it was a match made in heaven for about two weeks after the rushed marriage, and hell, within three weeks.  Jasmine, started to see, that Ryan, who was taking, dirty pictures of her, and exploiting his new toy, all over the internet, being seen with the busty, beautiful blonde, was loving life, and his wife, at least until she started to lose interest, in his promised, $10,000 per month, allowance!  Jasmine had an old, really rich boyfriend she started to hook up with again, and she was going to file for an annulment on the marriage!  The two fought all the time, and separated, for a while, when Ryan, as luck would have it, was offered another position, on another TV, reality show, that promised the winner, a quarter of a million dollars, which, Ryan is said to have won.  The two get back together, and have a second honeymoon, that was also, short lived.  The couple took what was to be, a romantic getaway, to rekindle their romance, but while Ryan was playing Black Jack, or gambling, Jasmine was texting her old rich boyfriend! 

When Ryan saw the texts, he went nuts and beat, Jasmine really bad, and eventually murdered her!  Ryan went on the run, and authorities, who linked him to the murder, through surveillance tapes, finally, hung himself, before he was caught!  This man, was kind of the opposite sex, man version of, Cinderella or some other fairy tale, where the man gets his beautiful princess and they live happily ever after, with money, fame, good looks, and are seen, as they were, as having it all, that is until he killed her and took his own, life!  Ryan, was living in a fantasy land, and when he didn't get the first blonde beauty, he went for the next one he met, whom, didn't even know her long enough, to get her name, almost!  But, tons of guys wanted her, so that was a lure for him, and he got her!  Until his true colors started to show, and then, actually both, partners, had meltdowns, but she had a sugar daddy and he only had her!  It didn't work out very well for either of them!  Pretend for a second, that, Megan, is me, with 10 or so guys to choose from, and they all want her, but she is picky, and rejects all but one, and she does it in front of EVERYONE in TV land!  One of the problems with surveillance, is it seems to me, and I can't substantiate this, other than through antidotes, but, I think the top cops, that I have been with, or the bikers, or the handsome con men, were playing to their friends, so, when, this former, hot attorney, now, at the time, going to die, but still, a trophy for any cop, who knew my history of kicking cops around, would be considered, hot shit, so when I got smart, and rejected the boyz in blue, with huge ass egos, and tons of women, who wanted them, rejection from a dying woman, and former, hero to some, and villain to others, cops, mainly, getting trashed in front of their fellow cops, was more than they could stand . . . it is second nature, to strike out at those who hurt us, or who, seem insensitive to our feelings, and then leave us, but worse, when, you are expecting the woman, now, not up to former, looks and glory, but, still a catch, then, rejects Mr. Casanova, or Romeo!

Not a Pretty Sight!  Men With Power, Can Make Your Life a Living Hell!  They Turn, to the Women, Who Can Hurt You Back the Worst . . . Take the Classic Case of Domestic Violence, and Put it on a National or International Stage, and You Get The Picture!

GOOD LOOKS, CAN BE A MASK, OR TICKET TO THOUGHTS OF FAST, MONEY, FAME, POWER, AND ATTRACTION BY AND TO, THE OTHER SEX, AS REALITY TV, THAT MADE OVERNIGHT STARS, CAN DO, BUT, GENERALLY, THE LOOKS FADE, OR, THAT LEADS TO JEALOUSY, RAGE, AND IN THIS CASE DEATH, WHEN, REJECTION AND LOSS, COMBINE!

LYIN' THIEVES ARE ALREADY ON MY NEW COMPUTER!  ACCESS, ACCESS, ACCESS . . . SPELL CHECK NOT WORKING AND I JUST PUBLISHED, AND IT WENT STRAIGHT OFF THE BLOG, RATHER THAN BEING LISTED IN MY 1119 OTHER BLOGS!

GOLDIE LOX. ROCK & FIRE WITH THE HOME TEAM! WE MOVE ASS, SO WE CAN KICK YOUR ASS! RELENTLESS STING OPS, NOW ONE AT GOOD FOOD STORE, MISSOULA, MONTANA! THREE AGENTS: (1) ONE AT THE TABLE NEXT TO THE WINDOWS, REDDISH ORANGE SHIRT, SHORTS, VERY AVERAGE MORMON, MARRIED GUY, GOLD WEDDING BAND, SANDALS, BACKPACK, AND APPLE COMPUTER . . . LOOKED OVER AT ME, AND FREAKED WHEN HE SAW ME SEE HIM STARING AT ME; (2) AGENT 2 WEARING A BRIGHT GREEN AND BLUE STRETCH SHIRT, SHORTS, SHORT ALMOST SALT AND PEPPER HAIR, A BIT MORE MUSCLUAR THAN OTHER DUDE, LOOKED MORE LIKE A HIKER, BUT, TOO SUIT LOOKING FOR MONTANA! (3) AGENT 3, PLAID SHIRT, RED, MAINLY, LEVI'S, NICE MORMON LOOKING GUY, I THINK RUNNING SHOES, LIGHT BROWN OR DISHWATER BLONDE HAIR, NOTICED THE RED COMUTCHA JUICE, AND I THINK SOME TYPE OF PASTA SALAD . . . I NOTICED HIM SIT DOWN NEXT TO ME, GLANCE QUICKLY ACROSS AT AGENT 2, AS AGENT 3, STARTED TO MOVE TOWARD THE WATER CONTAINER OR THE GARBAGE OR TRASH, NEAR THE DOOR . . . SHORTLY BEFORE THAT, SOME CHICK, WEARING AN ORANGE STRETCH JACKET, BLONDE HAIR, YOGA PANTS, RAN THROUGH THE RAIN, TO HER RED TRUCK, SO SMART, FAMOUS COLORS! I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE RUNNING, SO I WAITED, BUT, WHEN I SAW THE STORM CLOUDS FORMING INSIDE AND OUTSIDE THE PLACE, DECIDED I BETTER GET UP, AND PACK UP, TO THE CONSTERNATION OF THE BOYZ! JUST THEN, A MTS TRUCK, OR MITT'S SIGN, IN THE SERVICE OF, PROBABLY FROM WRITING THAT MITT WAS GETTING 12% OF THE MO VOTE IN REPUBLICAN UTAH, BEING ONE OF THE 4 OR SO, REPUBLICAN SURROGATES FOR SUBBGING IN FOR TRUMP, GIVING VOTERS AN ALTERNATIVE! ALL THESE AGENTS, WORKING FOR ALL THESE DIFFERENT ENTITIES, RELENTLESS PURSUIT OF ME, PROTECTING THE MORMON BITCH AND BASTARD SQUADS OF LIARS, THIEVES AND MURDERERS, IF NOT SERIAL KILLERS! MY CRIMES, EXPOSING THEM . . . THE PROBLEM WITH THE "FRATERNAL ORDER OF THE POLICE" AND THIS NEW "UNIFIED POLICE FORCE" IS THERE USED TO BE SOME COMPETITIOIN, SO DISDAIN FOR OTHER BRANCHES OF LAW ENFORCEMENT, BUT NO MORE, NO MORE JURISDICTIONAL BATTLES, NO MORE AUTHORITARIAN DEBATES OF THE TYPES OF CRIMES, OR WHERE THE CRIMES WERE COMMITTED, OR IF THERE WERE ANY CRIMES COMMITTED AT ALL, AS IN MY CASE, BUT, LIKE FIGHTING WITH HISPANIC STREET GANGS, IF YOU PICK A FIGHT WITH ONE, YOU GET THEM ALL, BROTHERS, FATHERS, COUSINS, ETC.! OH, WELL, WHAT ELSE IS NEW? I FORGOT TO MAKE A COMMENT OR TWO . . . ONE OF THE THINGS, I DID, INITIALLY RESPECT ABOUT JAMES KENNEDY, REAL OR FAKE, WAS, HE TOOK THE TIME, TO LOOK AT AND READ MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE! I TOLD HIM, I HAD GONE TO LAS VEGAS, GOT DISSED BY MY COUSIN, EDWARD, WHO IS ON THE COPS, FAMILY SIDE, WHO LEFT ME FOR THE BLACK HIT MAN, WEARING $300 SHOES, AND A TICKET COP, MAKING SURE THAT EVERYONE, IN THAT SEEDY PART OF TOWN, HANGING AT THE BUS STATION, HAD A TICKET, WHICH I DIDN'T BECAUSE, I WAS PLANING ON STAYING FOR A WHILE! WHEN EDWARD DID A NO SHOW, AND WITH NOWHERE ELSE TO GO IN VEGAS, I JUST TURNED AROUND, AND PURCHASED ANOTHER TICKET EITHER TO ST. GEORGE, UTAH WHERE MY DAUGHTER LIVES, OR BACK TO MONTANA . . . I CAME DOWN AT EDWARDS, INSISTENCE, AND PUT COMING OFF FOR MONTHS, THEN, HE LEAVES ME AT THE BUS TERMINAL? VERY SUSPICIOUS? IN RETROSPECT, EVEN THOUGH, JAMES LOOKED AT MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE, AND ALSO, CHECKED OUT THE BUS TICKETS I HAD, THAT CLEARLY SHOWED, THAT i WENT DOWN ONE DAY AND TURNED AROUND AND CAME RIGHT BACK UP, OH, TO THE BUTTE RESCUE MISSION WHERE I MET KENNEDY, HE LOOKED, BUT HE DID NOT SEE, HE HEARD BUT DID NOT BELIEVE, WHEN BLACK IS WHITE AND BLACK IS WHITE, A SIGN OF THE TIMES! WHEN I BECOME RACHEL, AND RACHEL WAS SARAH PALIN . . . END OF TIMES FOR SURE! LIES, RUMORS OF LIES, AND MORE LIES! LOVE GOD! LOVE OTHERS! LOVE TRUTH! HONESTY IS ALWAYS THE BEST POLICY! I AM SO GLAD THAT I AM A WOMAN, AND DON'T HAVE TWO HEADS TO THINK WITH! LOL! THAT CAN GET YOU IN A SHIT LOAD OF TROUBLE! FIRED I HOPE, PRISON TOO, AND MAYBE RACHEL AND YOU CAN WEAR, MATCHING ORANGE JUMPSUITS AND HAVE CONJUGAL VISITS! LOL!

OLYMPIC SMACKDOWN! LILY KING--QUEEN OF CLEAN, TRASH TALKING TOP RUSSIAN SWIMMER, BUT DOPER, WON THE GOLD, SHOWING OPPONENT YOU DON'T HAVE TO CHEAT TO WIN! PERFECT CATCH. MOUNTAIN GROWLER. DREAMCATCHER. NITRITE. EARLY BIRD. FUEL, NOT FASHION. ANIMAL CRACKERS. SERIOUSLY. POP SECRET. MINIS. ENJOY YOUR PASSION. FRESH BAKED PIZZA. FREAKY FAST. FREAKY FRESH. SOUR THEM SWEET. PRESIDENTIAL HOPEFUL, FOR ALL OF US, HILLARY CLINTON, UP 7 TO 17 POINTS IN NATIONAL POLLS! THE MEDIA ELECTED TRUMP OUT OF THE 16 GOP CANDIDATES, NOT THE TRUMPSTER'S STELLAR PERFORMANCES . . . $2 BILLION WORTH OF FREE PRESS, AH, DO YA THINK? WE ARE JUST GETTING TO THE "REAL" TRUMP, ANOTHER PASTY, FAT, WHITE GUY, OLD FASHIONED, BIGOTED, RACIST AND SEXIST, UNFOLDS HIS ALLEGED, NEW EARTH SCATTERING ECONOMIC PLAN, JUST THE RYAN REPUBLICAN MANTRA OF THE BUSHES, AND GOP CANDIDATES IN THE LAST 20 YEARS! TAX CUTS FOR THE RICH, KILL DEATH TAX, THAT ONLY BENEFITS, PEOPLE WHO HAVE ESTATES OVER $5 MILLION, NOT YOU AND I, AND CHILD CARE BENEFITS, THAT DO NOTHING FOR THOSE WHO ARE STRUGGLING WITH MINIMUM WAGES OR BARELY SURVIVING! NICE! NOT! TRUMP THE CANDIDATE TO TAKE ON THE ESTABLISHMENT? NO, HE IS THE EPITOMY OF THE GOP ESTABLISHMENT, AND HE IS NOW READING FROM THEIR SCRIPTS! TAX CUTS: 12, 23, 33! HIS ECONOMIC PLAN WILL ADD BILLIONS IF NOT TRILLIONS TO THE DEBT! REP. SUSAN COLLINS, (R. ME.) DISAFFECTING FROM THE REPUBLICAN NOMINEE: (1) MAKING FUN OF DISABLED REPORTER; (2) ATTACKING THE LEGAL AND JUDICAL INTEGRITY OF HISPANIC SURNAME JUDGE; (3) FINAL STRAW, GOING AFTER GOLD STAR MUSLIM FAMILY! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! SUSAN'S GOT BALLZ! NOT SURE OF THE OLD GUARD, GOP BULLZ? 50 TOP REPUBLICAN, NATIONAL SECURITY ADVISERS, ADD THEIR NAMES TO THE LIST OF PEOPLE WORRIED ABOUT THE TEMPERAMENT OF DONALD J. TRUMP, BAITED BY A TWEET, HAVING HIS HAND OF THE NUKE BUTTON! WHAT IF THE BROMANCE BETWEEN THE DONALD AND THE VLADIMERE, GOES SOUTH? WWIII? NO THANKS! UTAH THE REDDEST OF THE RED STATES, SPLITTING THE VOTE, WHAT 5 WAYS: (1) HILLARY; (2) TRUMP; (3) 12% VOTING FOR WORN OUT DISH RAG, MITT; (4) GARY JOHNSON, LIBERATAIRAIN PARTY; (5) NEW DUDE, MCCALLEN? OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT . . . I WOULD SAY, THAT HILLARY WILL TAKE THE STATE, WITH THE 60% REPUBLICANS IN THE STATE, VOTING GOING BETWEEN 4 CANDIDATES! GOOD ON YOU, UTAH! DO THE MATH! LOL! I KEEP THINKING, I OUGHT TO GIVE UP MY BLOG? PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE, BODY OVER MIND, RATHER THAN, SPENDING MY MORNINGS HANGING OUT IN COOL COFFEE SHOPS, LIKE LIQUID PLANET, WHERE I HAD BREAKFAST, OR THE BREAK ESPRESSO CAFE', AND NOW THE NEW DISCOVERY, AFTER MY NAMESAKE, 'WILD JOE'S COFFEEHOUSE" THIS DIET COKE DRINKER, BLOGGER EXTRAORDINAIRE, AND TRUE CRIME BUFF, DECIDED, THAT, I WOULD USE MY TIME, SWIMMING, BIKING, HIKING, AND LIFTING, TONING AND FIRMING, SO I LOOK LIKE THE MOTHER, MY KIDS, USED TO LOVE, AND REMEMBER, THE JOGGER OF 10 YEARS, ALWAYS FIT, UNTIL THE GOVERNMENT, GOT A HOLD OF ME, THEN, MADE VANITY FAIR, AND REPLACED ME WITH, SKINNY, FAKE BOOBED, LOONEY, HOT MESSES! LOL! THAT IS LIKE REPLACING TRASHY LIBRARIAN, SARAH PALIN, AKA, SIS RACHEL, NOW AKA, ME, THINNER VERSION, WITH EITHER THE "REAL" ME, OR SEC. OF STATE, HILLARY CLINTON! LOL! YEAH, IT IS THAT RIDICULOUS! IF THIN, IS IN, THEN, THIS FLUFFY CHICK, BETTER GET "BACK" IN SHAPE . . . YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD ENOUGH TO BEAT THE OTHER TEAM, MYSELF, AKA 6 BITCHES PRETENDING TO BE ME, AND THE REFS TOO, WHOM, IT APPEARS TO BE, THE FUCKING COPS, OR MEN! SCREAM! MY PEER GROUP, IS HILLARY, LORETTA, SONJIA, AND KAGEN . . . NOT QUIT RUTH GINSBERG! LOL! SMART CHICKS ARE THE NAME OF THE GAME FOR THIS BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK BLOG, BUT HEY, I AM A LOOKER TOO, JUST NEED TO SHED SOME FLUFF, AND THIS GAL CAN KICK BASS AND TRASH ASS! MY WEEKEND . . . YEAH, THAT WAS ME IN BOZEMAN! I WILL PROVE . . .

CATSTAIL or CATS TELL

While we are on the subject of weight, one of the qualifications for being a CIA agents, is to be light on your feet, so you can, sneak around corners, unnoticed, climb up stairs, without getting winded, or making the floorboards, creak, so you, have to stay within the recommended weight for the average person, not obese or overweight, according to the new weight carts . . . now, I am not a member of the military, who does this too, cops do it, fat cats will be made dog catchers, the FBI and CIA, all look at weight, seeing that as a great, measure of discipline, control, and professionalism, so my question is, why in the fucking hell, have I beat the shit out of your skinny asses, time and time again, day after day, week after week, month after month, and now, year after year, ditching, ducking, running, hiding, escaping, fleeing and frying your asses, every time, like I did this weekend, going from Missoula, Montana, to Bozeman, Montana and back to Missoula, upsetting one sting op after another?  Explain, that one to me, is it that, weight, has absolutely nothing to do with smart, with cunning, with strategic, intelligence, nor counter-intelligence, really has jack shit to do with about anything!  I beat the unified police force this weekend, from CIA, Russian double agents, to FBI roommies, in room 12, Treasure State Hostel, to helicopter cops, sheriffs, local cops and about four undercover, narc cops, traveling with me, going back to Missoula, last night, via Jefferson Bus Lines!  I told about, my first, day, and the Russian CIA dude, who did what ALL undercover agents do, they make the first and initial contact, because, if it were left up to me, there would be NO CONTACT!  LOL!  So, picking up where we left off, starting with Sunday night . . . 

FIRST, VERIFIABLE DEBIT CARD RECEIPTS . . . I AM VERY STRATEGIC AND THOUGHTFUL, JUDICIOUS ON THEIR USE, NOT WANTING TO REVEAL WHERE I AM, WHILE PROVING WHERE I AM OR HAVE BEEN!  NOW THAT TAKES BRAINS! NOT BOOBS!

• leaving Missoula, with one bus going south to Bozeman, and the shuttle, I normally take, going north, to Kalispell or Whitefish, decided I was going to change up on that, and stop in Polson, Montana, and gang out the Indian Rez Resort, the K'quintucket, or however you spell it, overlooking Flathead Lake, only going half way this time for my ZIP TRIP, then returning after a few days . . . now, one, might ask, why I have been doing this, all over the western United States?  To put distance between me and my shadows, or doubles!  God, you are so fucking stupid, I put dates, times, places, that coincide with my money card, ending in 8599, or that series, so you can verify, because, YOU, have the PRISM system access, as to my enemies, the cops, and cunt cops, bitches and bastards, and you are over CRIMINAL LAW CASES AND PROSECUTION, and I can only do, CIVIL LAW!  This is getting old, after doing this for, going on 5 fucking YEARS!  GOD DAMN IT!  Get with it, this is YOUR JOB, DUMB ASSES!  I would not have to get pissed, if you ass wipes, would do your fucking jobs!  Put your cop hags under this type of pressure, relentless pursuit and the REAL QUEEN, will still be ME, fuck, they are hanging out, using MY MONEY, going to spas, expensive vacations, while I am sleeping it grass and dirt, behind, a US Bank, like I did Saturday night!  FUCK, compare apples and apples, not apples and oranges!  DIP SHITS!  On the way down, to Bozeman, I paid the ticket with CASH!  PROOF, NUMB CHUCKS . . . 
• confirmation #: 9633021201
• fare paid: $69.00; tax: XX; fee: $2.50 . . . paid for in cash
• Bozeman/Belgrade, MT, arrival time: 3:30p  12Aug16
• black helicopter to greet me in the sky; unmarked cop car, young cop, stopped to pull the bus shack door closed . . . I asked him about the city buses, he didn't know the schedule . . . this is a critical part of me being able to ditch the cops' asses ALL the time, I have the lay of the land, in all major Montana cities, under memory, departure and arrival times, etc.  Good to know!
• 2 other verifiable, purchases, made on my debit card, ending in 8599:
• Wild Joe's Coffeehouse, for about $4.50 with tip
• Treasure State Hostel, for roughly $31.50
• Broadway Store in Flying J, I think I made a purchase with card on purpose?
• all else except my return bus ticket, paid for with cash!
•  Jefferson Lines, receipt and itinerary, Bozeman/Belgrade to Missoula:
• confirmation #: 9655291101
• fare paid: $52.00 . . . interesting, cover-up? OFFLINE TENANT BC?
• tax: XX OB/OB
• fee: NONE?  $2.50 DOC #:  my guess, ticket agent was contacted, told not to have online proof, that I left Bozeman/Belgrade!  Interesting notations on this ticket that I have right in front of me!  LOL!
• departure: 3:30p 08Aug16
• arrival: 7:30p 08Aug16 . . . I just realized, well, thought something was up, with the date I left, 12Aug16? . . . it is only, 9Aug16 NOW!  so someone was fucking with the dates on my departure from Missoula to Bozeman/Belgrade too!  Wrong date!  Computer TROLLS . . . this is how they do it baby!
• I left Bozeman, on the 6:30 AM, Blueline, which was suppose to according to my Stream Line schedule to go straight to the MSU transfer center, where I was to pick up the GREENLINE, which would take me to the Belgrade bus stop!
• I got the sneaky suspicion, that my two roommates, were two undercover cops, feds of some sort, probably FBI or CIA, well traveled, and seemed particularly interested, in where I spent the night before, when, allegedly both of us, me and them, two dudes, who could not get into the hostel, the previous night
• they allegedly stayed at a campground, I think they said, within the city limits?  KOA?
• why would they care, where I stayed the night before, and if I paid, and looked, puzzled, when I told them, just across the street, behind the US Bank . . . oh?
• this is what led me to believe, things were not as they appeared, just two dudes traveling through, to Beartooth Mountains, Yellowstone, and Glacier National Parks . . . one said, I never knew there were hostels, anywhere but, in Europe?  Bingo, they read my blog, and learned of the Treasure State Hostel, from me writing about it . . . the little, 17 year old, Italian, foreign worker, was fun and friendly, the first night, but the second night, he acted like he had seen a ghost when he talked to me again, and he had, an older, female co-worker, agent, who, got pissed, when, I rang the front door that WAS LOCKED, at the time, I promised I would check in, shortly after 5:00 PM, having had the librarian, on the second floor, contact the hostel, telling this guy, that I would be a bit late, since I had just finished my blog, at the library, remember, I gave my computer away!  This librarian, was thrilled, when I told her, that the reason this clerk at the hostel, spoke in a foreign language, was because he was from Italy . . . she knew some Italian, and wanted to talk to him, I told him to go visit her at the library!
• the thing about the door, is that, the hostel is left unlocked, UNTIL after 8:00 PM, so I was shocked, when the door was locked, after I called and told the hostel workers I was on my say, not to give up my room . . . LOCKED?
• I had to ring, and I pushed the door bell, vigorously, seeing that, this was not normal, and I thought . . . let the games begin as normal! She ACTED PISSED, and said, the door was not locked . . . FUCK IT WAS NOT!  Mother fucking AGENT!
• this bitch was supervising everything, young Italian was doing, and he seemed, shaken in his confidence, with agent standing over his shoulder, probably telling him, that I was on the FBI most wanted list!   
• I had only been in my room, single bed, that I took, with two beds, bunk, when two 30ish, mountaineer, looking dudes, both handsome, came in and introduced themselves . . . we talked, travels, parks, bears, and attacks . . . they went out to party, I took a shower, then went to bed, by 9:00 . . . I will tell the rest of the story!  LOL!
• Sleepy Inn Motel, 1427 West Broadway-Missoula, MT  59802, (406)549.6484, Rm., 130
• $55.00 + $3.85 tax = $58.85 . . . I checked in, roughly 8:00 PM, debit!
• ordered Pizza Hut delivery . . . cash

 5 GREAT ESCAPES FROM BOZEMAN TO MISSOULA!

Great Escape #1

Someone might, say, but JoAnn, you have no way of proving, that, this was a great escape or even planned at all?  This is where circumstantial evidence comes into play, and cases are won on just this, connecting the dots, taking probabilities, and adding all the totality of the circumstances together, and making some conclusions, based on what, you can observe and verify, with other facts.  Take within the contest of the whole 24 hours, yes, there was tons of evidence to prove this was a sting op, if not, a death trap!

• Sunday night bizarre behavior of staff, agents, and potential agents . . . when I first asked the pair of guys, if they had been to Yellowstone yet, they both said no, that they had only been to the Beartooth Mountains, I asked them, if they hiked them, NO, strange, look like the type to hike?  Yellowstone?  Not yet.  With one in the room, I said, if you go to Yellowstone, make sure you get to see, Little Grand Canyon, because to me, the raging falls, and rugged terrain, is prettier than the geysers and the hot pots!  He said, oh, yeah, I have been to the falls?  I didn't say anything, but, I thought, on this trip, you were GOING to YELLOWSTONE, had not been their yet?  Things were not adding up, but I didn't say anything . . . my brain is like a computer, noting, and collecting data on them, getting more and more suspicious with each minute.  Me and some other resident professor type for the night, along with the dark haired bearded roommate, got into a discussion about politics, and this dude, the good looking, dumb type, like the FBI and CIA, like, all about image, no brains, could not contribute a thing . . . now, if this dude was there to verify, if I was the blogger, or the flight attendant, alleged twin, sister, he would have got that right off the bat, no questions asked, unless, you are trying to prove the opposite, relying on looks, rather than brains . . . which is a strong suit for me, and gives me away in one short conversation!
• I didn't know what time it was, but I was sure, that about the time I was ready to get up, waking out of sound sleep, a God Intel, thing, with me wondering what might be up, I heard, the clean shaven dude, stir and look at his phone to check the time . . . going on my data, sheet as strange, seeing, the bars, close at 2:00 AM, so I didn't hear the two come in, and I told them, I sleep like a rock, they could turn on the lights, bring in cops cars, lights and all, and I would not wake up, so I found, it bizarre that dude checked his clock, wondering why.  I laid in bed, not really needing to go to the bathroom, but, wide awake, having gone to bed at 9 PM, I had about all the rest I needed, thinking, that, it must be getting time to get up, or this guy would not have checked his time?  Then, I looked down at the phone, that was flashing on and off, like a warning, so, I got up, gathered up my shit and gear and crept, out of the room . . . 2:00 AM, SHIT!  But, then, while I was going to the bathroom, ready to take a leisurely time putting on my make up, the toilet bowl brush and stand, fell over, which I took as a sign, to get the fuck out of the hostel!  I am always, sadly mistaken and get out by the skin of my teeth, when I don't follow my promptings!  I didn't go directly outside, because, I was not sure of the neighborhood, homeless, or scary dudes, that might be lurking, with the clubs just closing, so, I took a detour, and rather than going directly out the back door into the alley, I went up, the stairs to nowhere, which is where, I took an hour or so, before, sleeping at the US Bank the first night, probably where I ditched the two agents, on the first night too, leaving them to wonder where the fuck I disappeared to?  Another warning, that this is a sting op!  I noticed, that the second, I left the inside of the office at the hostel, pushed my key under the door and left, there was a car, older white bronco or something, almost directly at the back door, right as I would have left . . . SHIT!  So, up the stairs I went, put on my make up, and sat, scratching my bug bitten back, my favorite pass time these days, seeing someone, dumped red hot Mexican jumping bean bugs, in my tramp camp!  LOL!
• about 4:00 AM, I hear, some commotion, down in the hostel, below me!  Then I heard, what sounded like a thud on the wall, like shit, the ghost is gone again! FUCK!  That was my clue to get the fuck out of the building, which I did, promptly!  I figured that, there was an early morning RAID planned for me, at the hostel, FBI sting op, arrest, disappear, in silence before anyone was awake!  Another, abnormality, I noticed and appreciated, was, the lack of cops, in Bozeman, never saw a cop, no sheriff, or anything, once I left, Belgrade!  I saw sheriffs and cops at the accident coming into Belgrade, the helicopter, and the guy, who shut the bus stop, shack door . . . even with a ton of tourists, and the Sweet Pea Festival going on, no cops?  All things are symbolic, I call, Kay, one of her names, Sweet Pea, as in Sweet Pea, Sewer and Septic!  LOL!  Where the cops told that, Kay was coming to town? not JoAnn? maybe, and since they didn't get me at the start, maybe, the feds took over from that point on, and stopped all cop action, that might alarm me, and send me flying or escaping before, the feds could get the heat on me and whisk me, to some federal detention or death camp, first!  But, the second, I escaped the hostel, I saw my first sheriff . . . I was sitting on the bench, right through the alley, because, I realized it was still only 4:15 AM, and the first bus, did not, leave for another 2 fucking hours!  Oh, another verifying fact, I first went, up to the same, US Bank, close to the hostel, and took out, $300 cash, so I could disappear and not be traced by my money trail, unless I wanted to be traced!  My mug, would be on the cameras, in the bank!  I noticed, two workers, at the building next door, which I found, particularly strange at a strange hour, so I took the money and ran!  With my face and card number, making a trail of my whereabouts I felt a bit more relaxed, but that was a false impression!  But, that makes up, great escape #1.

Great Escape #2

• after seeing the sheriff, and thinking he might have seen me, just a half a block down, standing up, to leave, I decided to go to the bus station, which was on Black and Mendenhall, and lucky for me, I was on Black, and Mendenhall, was, a half a block, down, not several into the dark streets, like I feared.  There is an Element Hotel, right across from the benches, for the Stream Line bus, on a one-way street, which I marked, so I could monitor traffic, to make sure, there was nothing strange! and there was!
• I went in to make sure, this was where the buses stopped, so I am probably on the surveillance cameras, on the new, modern looking, hotel, looking like a fish bowl, and the guy, at the desk told me, yeah, the station is right across the street, and the buses, come in the second lane, nearest the station, so I went and sat on the bench, freezing my ass off, thinking, why in the fuck, is it still cold, in AUGUST?  Shit, but luckily, I had a blanket, I bought, at the Butte Bus station, on my travels escaping the cops, just a few weeks earlier, so I cuddled up in that, but I looked very homeless, at that time in the morning, and hoped, that, some asshole, would not call the cops on this freezing waif!  LOL!  No, the cops, all came in, DaySpring Hotel vans!  I am looking about a half a block, across Black where I had just come from . . . sheriff tell the FBI or CIA, boyz, I was sitting on the bench?  I am like shit!  I looked across the street to the hotel, and noticed this small, in cropping, seeing, several dues get out of the vans, and as, some car, came towards me, I ditched in front of it, hoping it was blocking me, and ran for shelter on the other side . . . to my surprise, there was this passageway, just big enough for me, my blanket and backpack to slide through, about a half a block in length, between a auto repair shop wall and the hotel wall, leading to a secret parking lot, attached and fenced in with old cars, that looked like, to took so long to repair, the owners, gave up hope and just left them there!  LOL!  Country time, country repair? old timer's shop!
• all the sudden, trying to look in the shop windows, thinking I saw a clock on the wall, I noticed the two vans, creep around the corner, near me, as if someone told them, I was at the auto shop, so I ditched back behind the parked cars, and watched them, the watched, always watching the watchers!  I wanted to note, that there is NO DaySpring Hotel, near!  I find this is a trick, that the feds, use, taking service vehicles and acting like they are doing repairs, or whatever; however, these are the vans that take people to and from the airport!  Like I don't know, most guests are not awake yet, nor are these vans, logos and all, not for anything but transporting hotel guests around!  I swear, these fuckers, have thin = smart, fat = dumb, on their minds, so ingrained, that don't think any better than nimwits!  NSA has the spell check off, I am at the law library blogging!  NOTE THAT, IP NUMBERS, BEFORE THESE FUCKS SCAN MY WORK! INTO THEIR COMPUTER IP #'S!  Originally, I see, two vans, or so I thought, down the street, and two went by, but, one followed, shortly thereafter, long enough wait for me to come back out, or cross the street . . . I noticed the two, doing a "U" turn, or so it seemed, facing back towards me . . . so I tripped back through the dead car graveyard, and slide back through the secret passageway, between the two buildings . . . I didn't go directly, back to the bus bench, I first slide in front of the hotel, sat between a bunch of motorcycles, where I could not be seen . . . I noticed the clock on, the pure barre lift, tone, and whatever, new fad in keeping fit, craz! it was still only 5:30 AM!  Scream . . . freezing!  I moved, over to the next bench, jealous of the young, fit, warm bodies in the small boutique swanky, work out place!  All the sudden, some very angry and grumpy, looking older man, like what other kid of older men are there?  LOL!  They all hate everything and everyone, once they get older than, about 50!  LOL!  So, this man, looked, like he could have been the owner, whom the feds, called to wake up and go after me, in his junk yard, dog, yard!  But, I was going the wrong way . . . I gave him a cheerful, good morning and he just growled at me!  LOL!  Yeah, I would say he lived, almost on sight!
• I crossed the street, sat down again, and to my pleasure and triumph, some asshole, in one of the involved, Dayspring vans, drove by me, pissed as shit, just like the old man!  LOL!  CIA knew I beat their asses, already TWICE, and it was BEFORE 6:00 AM!  Thin my ass!  This smart fat chick beats their asses every fucking TIME!  LOL! and they KNOW IT!  LOL!  Change of shift in the work out girls, and it is about 6:15 AM, and some, sort of FBI or CIA, looking dude, shows up on his bike, and I ask him, if this is the Blueline, that takes me to the Greenline, that goes to Belgrade . . . he is not sure, because he is new too, or here a year.  The Blueline shows up, and I ask the dude, a driver, I actually remember, from going to Bozeman, about 2 years ago, who was a new bus driver at that time, he told me, no, you can wait, for the Orange line, and that will take you directly to the MSU terminal then to Belgrade . . . I thought this one went there?  I check all the lines, then rechecked them again, so something is up, AGAIN!  I told him, I was too cold to wait for the Orange line, so, I got on, didn't care that we went to Target, and all over hell and back!  So, this was curious, but, not if you look at the colors that symbolize, my God Intel, Orange is for smart, color of my carpet when my kids were young, rust, that is, We Rust, is the first CD of trophy rock star son, Elliot's, The Ditch and the Delta Band . . . where the CIA gets their dough to fuck with me, and try to take over the fucking world with a military coupe, like you see in third world countries, or even Turkey recently!  CIA sister, Susan Shit or Schmidt, allegedly went on a Mormon mission, about two years ago, or more?  It seems like I still had my truck, last time I saw them, when they first moved to Utah, St. George, and they left shortly after that, so, the fucking sheriffs, took my truck, June 7 or 8, 2012, so, I would say, it was after the 2012 elections, so they probably, left in 2012, to about 2014, because they came home for Thanksgiving one year, which is so, not MISSION STYLE?  CIA, being me style, but . . . whatever, SUE IS NOT ME EITHER!  OBVIOUSLY!  Blue is the color for Mormons in my computer, God Intel book and Orange for me and mine!  Love that my son, subconsciously, picking up the color scheme of the family, from my mind!  Quantum physics!  But, they may have wanted to speak without speaking and put me on the ORANGE LINE, or the SMART CHICK IS ON THE ORANGE, NOT THE BLUE LINE!  That would be the truth!

Great Escape #3

• the bus driver, asked the dude on the bus with me, with no one else on board, where is construction site was?  On Catstail Dr.?  My ears, immediately perked up . . . CIA talking without talking, CATSTAIL or CIA TELL . . . I told him where I was going and why, back to Missoula!  He looked like he would be friends with the two dudes, who were my roommates at the hostel! or better Treasure State HOSTILE!  The black helicopter, was BACK in the BIG SKY skies!  I had a friend once, who, when I first started coming back from the tomb, used to be a docent with me at the museum, Daughters of the Utah Pioneers, and we used to give kids tours, when school groups would come through, and then we would get lunch.  I told her, that every time, I come out of the house, there is a black or cop, white and black, helicopter, in the sky . . . she said, no you are just being paranoid.  So, she decided to conduct and experiment, meant to make me feel better, but when she marked, when the copter was in the air, she was ALWAYS WITH ME! and when she dropped me off, or was not with me, NO HELICOPTER!  This is an interesting distinction to note:
• when I first got into town, the black helicopter was in the sky . . . how do you let all cops know, through out the city and county that, I am in town?  Sure, send up a hel-i-cop-tear! sign!  They all know and protect, the cop bitches who pretend to be me1
• right after I got to the bus terminal, I went in the Broadway Cafe' and had breakfast, paid for in cash, so no note on that!  But after I got done, I went to the bus warming shack and wanted to get some shut-eye, since I had been up since, fucking 2:00 AM! and had a full day of cops and robbers, chasing me and I was cold and exhausted!  I get three fucking visitors:
• a retired highway patrol man, from Alaska!  Sarah Palin, or Rachel, aka, ME territory!
• a retired kiddy cop, from Boston!  Kennedy territory! 
• some Indian chick . . . she was, very courteous quick in and out, the two fuckers, old men, were assholes, and woke me up, and talked incessantly, bugging the living shit out of me, because, I was dead asleep! 
• based on the logistics of the two assholes, men, I was in Kennedy/Rachel territory, and the cops were on board to help protect the BOOBS! the Bunny Ranch!  LOL!
• Kay (Me) + Brett = Couple in Missoula (Shelley + Frank too)
• Shelley (Me) + Jack or John = Couple in the Flathead, Kalispell, Whitefish and Finley Lake or Lakeside!
• Rachel (Me) + James Kennedy = Couple in I would say, both Bozeman and Billings, just on the reactions and effort to cover-up my visits!
• easy way to tell if I am who I am . . . Mr. Boston, starts is rude, awakening, with, I bet i know, you are voting for Hillary.  No doubt.  Asked me a few questions on bus, etc., and interestingly, enough, he was going to Livingston to  visit a daughter . . . favors for cops, buy a cop, rent a cop, dirty a cop . . . money is for nothing and the chicks for free, we make all this possible!  Fun in Montana for all players and Ponzi schemers!
• Mr. Boston and Mr. Alaska, hit is off immediately, strange . . . I was going to watch, Mr. Boston's bags, while he went to get a beer, but after the two men talked, while I talked to the Indian chick about dirty cops, on the Rez and other places, Mr. Boston, would not leave his bags with me, when he decided to leave and get a beer?  The Indian chick noticed, the change too?  I said, I think he is undercover cop.  I already knew the other dude was a cop!  Now, I told Mr. Boston, that he should have taken the city or county bus to Livingston, free, and showed him, my bus schedule, which he seemed very interested in, looked all the way through it, and asked if he could keep it?  Sure.  Why, is he trying to put two and two together for cops, a different brand and flavor?  Yeah, I didn't take the bus on Saturday, waited two fucking hours, to learn that it did not run, and then paid, $40 fucking dollars for a ride to town by taxi!  I figured the two cops, who were very cold after, that first conversation, were up to something.  Mr. Boston took his shit and left?  Job done?  After he left, I told the Indian, I needed to leave, because, I had been sitting too long in one spot and I started to notice bad shit, going on outside, like a big ass, FIRE RESCUE horse trailer?  Cops and firefighters, work together . . . oh, and earlier, another, cop, in an unmarked, white vehicle, came, asked me if I was waiting for a bus?  Yes, okay, enjoy your trip . . . the check and set up?  The buses come through the truck stop, same time, every day! 
• I ditched into the gas station part of the Broadway complex, gas, restaurant, and bar, switched my black hat, to my orange hat . . . worked, Mr. Boston and Mr. Alaska, walked right passed me!  LOL!  Mr. Boston, was looking straight at me!  LOL!
• the ticket place opened at 1:00 PM, but the guy did a no show?  Get her before, she purchases the ticket!  So, I stayed in the gas station, until at least 2:30 PM, hoping the cops thought, I took a hike and did my normal disappearing act . . . by that time, I think the ticket agent, put the right time, didn't know it was me?  Strange that the ticket agent I know in Missoula put the 12th, and this guy put the right time!  On his computer, is said, This Machine Eats or Hates Hippies . . . ACLU, bad ass con law chicks, all seen as hippie attorneys from the 60's out of date and out of style?  LOL!  
• shortly after I purchased my ticket, I noticed, first, that the helicopter was back in the sky, gone for hours . . . signal I took off? because when, I came back with the orange hat on, rather than the black hat, Mr. Boston, couldn't look at me, pissed, looked furious, like, he blew the instructions, and he disappeared, soon to board the 3:30 PM bus to Livingston . . . I think, he originally was, going to leave, but had to finish the gig, when I took off!
• right after I got my ticket, 2:45 PM, the time, ticket master, said, was almost too late for today's bus, with I think seconds to spare, I took my ticket and no sooner did the first bus arrive . . . TWO SHERIFF'S SUV'S entered the Flying J too!  Shit!
• as I recall the schedule posted on the doors, the bus going East to Livingston, is to leave at 3:30 PM, and I think the West bound bus, to Missoula is to leave at 4:10 PM, but, for some odd reason, they had both buses, scheduled back to back . . . remember, the Missoula trick, shuttle to Kalispell, bus to Bozeman, chasing Kalispell, while I am going to Bozeman . . . bait, switch and confuse, so that people if I disappeared could say, well, see, she did this in Missoula too, she went on the Livingston bus, not the Missoula bus, just like the games she played before!  So, all were out waiting confused, is this my bus, or is mine the next one, so I put my shit out on the cement blocks, noting the sheriffs, the fire and rescue, and I alone, went in and waited, seeing if I could tell where the cops were.
• nobody saw me, back in the shack, new people, another fed looking dude . . . I think the ticket master, figured I left again, because he could not see me, after the first bus left . . . he saw my stuff, and when I popped out of the shed or shack, he acted shocked!  LOL!
• the bus driver on this second bus, looked like a cop, big time, acted like one, feds, are trained in all kinds of things, and taken with all kinds of backgrounds, and he sure as shit didn't seem to know the routine, nor the warnings on alcohol and drugs, this and that and fucked up the message, joking about it . . . total cover up.  A very cop like looking red-head, beefy, crew cut, black clothes, was boarding without a ticket . . . there would not have been time, once, I purchased my ticket, so no surprise just pay, in Butte, keep ID!
• there were at least 2 other guys with cops like looks, and all eyes were on me as I entered the bus!

  Great Escape #4 and #5

• I have driven on this route, at least 4 or more times, I know the routines, and I know the guy driving rushed the trip, and he made a big deal about the 50 minute dinner break we could have, rest, get food, etc., normally, we have about, time to go to the bathroom, and grab a snack, or something, fast from the bus terminal food . . . heads up, sting op!  i decided against getting off the bus!  The three dudes would looked like cops, the red-head and the bearded guy, joined by this bald, very bad ass cop like dude, sitting right across the isle from me, all got off the bus, I used the bus bathroom, never exited the bus!
• another guy, who actually looked a lot like James Kennedy, guest of honor, and at the place I met Kennedy, having thrice seen, him, I believe, in California Bridge in Missoula, not sure it was him, now in Butte, perhaps they could fool me with this double?  He got on the bus, when, I never got off, took the two seats in front of me, one for his service dog, and one for himself, with me thinking how rude, because the bus was crowded, I had to share and some fucking dog should not get a seat alone and should be sitting on his masters, face, rather than put a paying customer out, leaving us sitting in the lapse of fellow customers, in the crowded seats that everyone wants to themselves!  But, as I reflect back on this, or did right after, it was the perfect set up for what I think happened, and that diminished and killed, the need for a great escape at all! or #5 LOL!  Right after that, some young, country boy, came, and asked, dog dude, looking like a narcotics cop, with a German Shepherd, K-9 Unit dog, to move over, and sit with his dog, relieving me.  This will come into play later, but I think, young cowboy dude, was most likely a young rookie cop!  LOL!  He told me he either wanted to be a cop or join the military . . . I told him to join the military!  Then of course all my reasons for why working with dirty cops, was not the best route, and how not to compromise yourself, or your had, and if you are going to be a cop, be a good cop!  ALL EARS WERE ON OUR, LENGTHY CONVERSATION with the young, cadet in the alleged, Missoula teen police academy, was not saying much, as if he was freaking out at what I was saying!  LOL!  Dog man, was on the edge of his seat, and dying, listening to every fucking word I was saying and cop dude now a seat back, looked sick to his stomach!  Either because he realized, who he was told was not the real McCoy, was, and this chick, who had been kicking the shit out of cops for years, 23 to be exact, was sitting rows away and what I was saying, was making sense!  LOL!  We all took the SAME OATH!  God Damn IT1
• back to leaving the Butte terminal . . . so, each time, I am thinking, is that a cop, he seems like a cop, or I feel like that is a cop, God sends a cop car down the street, and sometimes that is how I know if undercover is a sheriff's deputy or city cops, and sometimes, a car with two colors, those split cars, will go by, indicating to me, that this is a spy, or covert, or a double agent, or something like that . . . I am familiar enough to almost guess, but God will verify!  But, the bus driver, took forever, to load, and do whatever, even going back, leaving, the terminal, going around the parking lot once we all reloaded, with the two cops dudes, red head, and bearded guy, actually, having their bags with them?  Like they were suppose to get off, grab me and haul my ass away . . . they kept looking like what?  Well, I never got off, and someone called and said to wait for someone, because they were late? NEVER, if your sorry ass is late, YOU ARE LEFT!  PERIOD!  You could be running from the terminal, and get left!  I have seen it! almost been there myself, so again, out of the ordinary . . . I guess they thought, perhaps, I would need to go again, or feel safe, or something, but, I never got off, even thought, the two smoking cops did!  LOL!  The bag thing was the total give away, people always leave their bags on the bus to reserve their seat from new passengers, and all the cop dudes, got off the bus, including, the dog cop, leaving his mutt in the bus!  LOL!
• by the time, I had told horror story after horror story, either the cops were on my side, or they were so embarrassed at their fellow Utah and Montana officers, taking houses, blowing up my car, almost causing my death in my truck, that, I could tell, nothing was going down at the final destination!  LOL!

The Rookie Cop, Seemed Paralyzed, Was Not Saying Anything, After Be Baptizing Cops in Holy Constitutional Law Water, for the Last Hour and a Half!  LOL!  As We Got Up to Leave, The Dog Cop, Said, She's Right, The Cops Will Have Your Ass Corrupted, in Less Than Two Weeks!  I Think He Was Being Sarcastic, But, I Agreed Without a Hint Of Sarcasm and Doubt, in My Mind it Was TRUE!  LOL!  GRRRRRRR!

THAT PRETTY MUCH SAID IT ALL, ENDED THE DAY, ON A SOUR NOTE!  SAD BUT TRUE . . . SOUR THEN SWEET, THAT IS ME!  Sting Op, Planned at Sleep Inn, but I Left 3 Hours Before Expected With Cops, Left Holding their Dicks and their Tongues!

TUMBLEWEED JO. CRACKLIN' EAGLES. LET THEM GO! WILD JOE'S COFFEEHOUSE. WESTERN CAFE' . . . ESSENCE OF THE WEST. PHANTOM POWER. FRESH LIFE BOZEMAN. WE GET GARBAGE. MIX IT UP! TREASURE STATE HOSTEL. YOU BET YOUR TUKHUS. MYSTERY RANCH. BUNNY RANCH. HIGH PLAINS DRIFTER. WORLD CAMPUS. STRANGE DREAM: (1) ME SLEEPING OUT UNDER THE STARS, BED ROLL, BACKPACK FOR A PILLOW; (2) WAKING UP TO FIND, A HIGH PRICED ATTORNEY, DRESS TO THE MAX, LOOKED NEW YORK, LA. DC. CHICAGO, WITH A GERMAN SHEPARD NEXT TO HIS SIDE, JUST LOOKING DOWN ON ME WHILE I WAS SLEEPING; (3) JOINED BY ANOTHER VERY TALL ATTORNEY, NOT QUITE AS FANCY DRESSED, BUT DEFINITELY FRIENDS OR ACQUAINTANCES . . . AND THAT WAS IT! MAKING SENSE OF THE DREAM WITHIN THE CONTEXTS OF EVENTS, STARTING THE NIGHT BEFORE I LEFT MISSOULA, THE JOURNEY TO BOZEMAN, MIRACLE IN BUTTE, GREAT ESCAPES FROM ALL ANGLES! ANSWERS AT THE FRESH LIFE CHURCH, BOZEMAN, A CHURCH, I WAS TANGENTIALLY INVOLVED WITH, STARTING BACK IN DECEMBER OF 2014, WHEN I BLOGGED ABOUT SETTING UP A CAMPUS IN BOZEMAN . . . INTERESTING TO ATTEND, TWO AND A HALF YEARS, LATER, MESSAGE, PASTOR LEVI GAVE, SPOT ON, STRAIGHT UP, AND TAKEN FOR WHAT IT WAS INTENDED . . . DO YOU WANT TO BE HEALED? TAKE UP THY BED AND WALK! STORY FROM THE NEW TESTAMENT, BOOK OF JOHN! AS ALWAYS INSPIRED, AS ARE THE SONGS . . . THE RESURRECTED KING, IS RESURRECTING ME; YOUR NAME, YOUR NAME IS VICTORY, ALL PRAISE WILL RISE, TO CHRIS OUR KING. KING OF HEAVEN, I'M EMPTY WIHTOUT YOU--WHERE WOULD I BE WITHOUT YOUR TENDER MERCY? YOUR MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR ME! SOMETIMES YOU DON'T REALIZE HE IS ALL YOU HAVE, UNTIL HE REALLY IS "ALL" YOU HAVE! WHAT YOU ARE GOING THROUGH TODAY, IS PREPARING YOU FOR THE MINISTRY OF TOMORROW! I'LL WALK THROUGH THE FIRE AND NOT GET BURNED!

Signs of the Times!

• Friday, I decided to give up my blog . . . long ago, I realized, and did again, that no case, no house, no car, no truck, cabin, law practice, water compact, and now blog is worth losing my life over, nor the lives of my children!  Remember, we are talking super mob here!
• I was cleaning my backpack, Friday night, decided, to take away the temptation, to start writing my blog again, and feeling much, like I did the time my, Brock securities case, for $357 million was stolen from me, and I went up to Panquitch Lake were I have a cabin or did have a cabin, and I took my computer and two cell phones and threw them, in the Lake near the damn side of it, under the full light of the 2:30 AM moon . . . I hit that point of frustration, and decided to ditch my 15 inch, very heavy ACER computer, that is only about 8 months old, and give it to my friends, and former roommates, who were staying at the Sleepy Inn, in the room, close to me, with another friend Bill and his girlfriend, in the middle of us.  They were thrilled to get the almost new computer, which would free them up from the one hour limits and the library and I figured, that it would through the feds of my trail, planning on going to Glacier, to get off the map for a few days, since, even stopping my blog, didn't seem to stop the cop sting ops . . . there is a body of evidence, that proves, that, none of the fraud broads, wrote the blog!
• THE ART OF THE STEAL: (1) I start a new venture, in the law, resume was stolen, back, when I got poisoned in 2000, taking 8 years of my life, but as I have started to rebuild my life, this seems to be the pattern!  (2) the feds, super mafia, know I am a money makers, as are all my kids, patterns are the same with them too, but, once, I start something, and they can tell it is going to have the Midas Touch, like this blog, having millions of readers in about three days, having my Google blog account, redirected within 2 weeks of starting, or with Elliot's guitar jamming in his bedroom, being under surveillance, then with the mob, putting it on NPR, and seeing that within about a day, there was 350,000 hits, deciding to steal the music and put together light shows, and a fake band, made up of cop kids, or cousins!  (3) so they jump, on our backs, ride piggy back for a while, the fight to steal the music, case, blog, until the creators, get so sick and tired of being outgunned and outnumbered, without the technology and manpower to fight them, the REAL geniuses, give into the plains, as is the case with this blog . . . okay, finally, take the fucking billion dollar enterprise, it is blood they want . . . give us your money and your life!  Fuck it, hoping that this will placate there greedy bastards and bitches on a FREE RIDE FOR 16 YEARS!  (4) then, we pick up the pieces for the fourth or fifth time, and start something new, hoping to have pacified the gold diggers, from the last blood bath of talent!  NEVER!
• after cleaning out my backpack, ready to make a mad dash, to the bus terminal, to catch the bus out of town, before, the cops, mob, losers, get a whiff of the exodus, I go to again, text all 4 kids, having been off the radar for 10 days or more, out of contact, need to alert them, that I again, need to ditch the battery in my cell phone.  However, when I go to pull my cell phone out, after all the cleaning, I noticed that there was a small piece of paper, a receipt or something, but the curious thing is, with all the papers, even when dirty, there as never been a piece of paper get stuck in the pocket, where I put my cell phone, generally with the battery out, 95% of the time . . . so, I paid attention to it, and figured the symbolism, is to trash the cell phone, because, now the NSA or the people who the MO SHITS, give ACCESS to, can track me without the battery even being in, so I promptly, decided to give the cell phone with a new month of service on it, to this same couple . . . but, as I went out my door, 118, to like 116 or whatever, I noticed neighbor, and friend, Bill standing out taking a smoke, so I said, HI, but low and behold, but who should come out the door, undercover cop, fuckin' Dave, the rat from hell, who had been involved, a ton of time on sting ops, and he watched, as I told friends, to take the cell phone too! especially, seeing that fucker, being next door, with no reason!  The female friend, hugged me and said, please come back, and I told her, I would be back in awhile, like a few weeks, needed to get off the radar, for obvious reasons and on big asshole reason, is standing right behind me, listening acting like, HERE SHE GOES BLOWING ME STING OP AGAIN!   I am just going to Glacier, stay at a few hostels and hike, do the free bus ride, Going to the Sun Road!  Misinformation for that lame ass DAVE!
• I knew time would be of the essence!  Now, one night, while I was hiding in my now, befunked tramp camp, that the cops had towed away after the abandoned vehicle sitting their for a fucking year and a half, I was watching the cops looking for me, like they had, every night for, 2 months, LOL, knowing that whatever I wrote in my blog was going to be noted, giving them more of my 40, and it would only be a matter of time, before, they came knocking, like I had two previous dreams, that the sheriff did one time and the cops did the other . . . well they just walked by, never knocked, but that was close enough to send me out of town the last several times!  But, on this one night, a truck, with BOZEMAN, something, went east, while the cop, waiting at the corner went, west . . . I thought, now, that symbolizes to me, that all towns, on the west, like Kalispell, Whitefish, Polson, etc., have a long history with me, not ever doing anything wrong, but, getting pissed at this or that blog, or this or that political comment over the years.  Bozeman, however, has had some history with me, but, a very limited amount, therefore, I would be wise to go there, and hope the legalized mafia, the cops, don't taint and poison the troops over in Bozeman!  LOL!  So, at this crucial point, juncture, decision, juxtaposed, options, cops vs. freedom . . . FREEDOM ALWAYS WINS!  
• I know all the times or escape routes out of town, and generally, I take the high road to Kali or Whitefish, having had a crush on one of the Eagle Mountain bus driver, cops, Ernest, who, as Sam, Whitefish driver, who has known for years, that I liked him, but never dared do much about it, because I didn't know his marital status, but knew he was, as I heard living with a girlfriend, who might now be a wife, but Sam told me, that Ernie packed up his pig farm, his mother, and took of, with a new truck driving license of an "A" and he was hitting the road, so Kalispell, just didn't have the allure, it has had for the last 4 years . . . never accuse me of being a fast mover!  LOL!  I think the mob, threatened Ernie, so over the years, words became, just glances in the mirrors, with longing! at least on my part!  But, the CSKT Transit, leaves, at 11:30 AM, sharp, 365 days a years, and I love that, can count on it, and that is it!  The bus to Bozeman, that I thought about catching on several occasions, the week before, even before, my tramp camp was towed away, after pissed off cops, tried to rock my world, and tip the SUV over, then leaving, either thinking I was not in the vehicle, or going to get it towed, because, no a half hour, after I left, at 3:48 AM I heard a blood curdling scream waken the night air!  What satisfaction, I think the cops thought they were going to haul me off, while I was asleep and just dump my ass, in jail or better grave!  LOL!  But, the Bozeman bus, leaves twice a day, 12:30 PM and 11:00 PM, but when I went to get a ticket, the times had changed, to 11:45 AM, so, all worked nicely, as the shuttle I usually leave on, was going west, me at the Bozeman bus were going east!  Although, the golden goose was leaving, and there were at LEAST, three FBI or fed looking agents, who showed up to take the same bus at least to Butte where I had been just a week or so ago!  They probably had three, one in case I got off before, Butte, one, for Butte, and one going to Bozeman, or Billlings, but it seemed they had be covered!
• MIRACLE EXIT!!!!!!!  Today in church, Pastor Levi, said, are you being careful with your miracles? what are you doing with your miracles!  THEY STILL HAPPEN TODAY!  So, just before, leaving the Missoula bus station, the ticket taker, runs from the bus to the station, making me believe, that, I need to exit the bus fast, or get somewhere, so these dudes on the bus don't know where I disappear to.  So, when we hit, Butte, I was the first seat, and I always sit on the first seat, or closest to the doors, to make a fast exit, never bury myself in the back!  The second the doors, cleared, I jumped off the bus and headed for the Butte, restrooms, got a snack, and sat my ass down, acting like I was, a city bus passenger, with no luggage, or whatever.  So, I notice this dude, very cop, looking, plain clothed, and carrying a box of United Blood Services!  Remember, how do the cops, feds, talk without talking, show through signs and symbols, what they are up to!  So, I knew something was up, but he didn't have a gun, no badge, because for sure, I would have ditched across the street and into the afternoon, clouds, they do learn a thing or two, after awhile!  LOL!  But, there was no confusing this dude was clearly looking for someone . . . and that someone came in on the bus, he looked high and low, right and left, in back and in front, and finally parked his ass, white sunglasses, very authoritarian like, smack dab in front of the door to the bus!!!!  Yikes!  Now, at the time, there were clouds in the sky, but it didn't look too threatening.  But, I thought, DEAR GOD, you need to do something, or I can't get on that bus!  Suddenly, I was shocked to see, small drops of rain, and I thought, perhaps this is enough to make this dude leave, he still just stood there, but, he was getting pissed, still looking, so not enough . . . all the sudden, it got stronger, and the rain and wind, kicked up a stink, then, down came the rain, and WASHED THE SPY OUT!  Buckets of rain, wind, came roaring out of the sky!  LOL!  I was right by the window, and could not believe the torrent of rain, slashing and gashing at the travelers and the cop with everyone running for cover!  So, the cop, goes and runs to his undercover, detective, blah car, and pulls right behind the bus, to wait out the storm, which generally only lasts a few minutes!  not this beauty! it came and came . . . there was a mass, exodus, in a herd, of bus riders, all together, making a mad dash to the door of the bus, with me, taking up the rear!  There was no way this dude could have seen anyone!  LOL!  The rain, continued as did the vigilance of the cops, with one headlight I could see, just praying that the rain would continue, as it poured in the door of the bus, wet as wet!  There was some event going on at the community center in Butte, and people and cars, started to move everywhere, turning the traffic and parking lots, into a mad house, all running for cover or cars . . . I think the cop, finally, just gave up and left, it looked like he was going to follow the bus, at first!  LOL!  And in true, God Intel, confirmation, he sent the older, red, Jeep Cherokee to say, fuck yeah, he was there looking for you . . . always are when there is not fight, no commotion, just law abiding citizens taking the bus!  A similar thing happened, when we got to Belgrade, interesting sign . . . name for Shelley, Bell, connection with selling school books!  But, the bus, used to go to Bozeman, on the east side, kind of out of town, but, several years ago, it moved to Belgrade, a nicer stop, but, much less convenient, the other one, you can walk, but this one has a nice heated room, so better wait . . . but, as I got to Belgrade there were cops all over the off ramp as well as fire trucks . . . accident, and I thought for a second, it might have been staged!  LOL!  No, very wrecked cars, but they have done shit like this before, road block crap!  But, as I got off the bus, there were a crowd of agent looking 20 or 30 something looking guys, waiting for the bus to come . . . I ditched between, a truck and the bus stop shack, into the restaurant, and ordered lunch, as they stood, scratching their balls and heads, as two whom, I am!  They were all long gone before, I got back out, hoping to catch the city bus, no dice, doesn't run on Saturdays!  So, I ordered a taxi, told them to pick me up in back, while I waited out of the weather . . . the red taxi van, went to the front, then, left, then came back, then went to La Quinta, everywhere, but where I was, going by, at about 30 miles per hour, very fast, and I got the impression that, they were trying to make it seem like, I was to blame or that they came and did their due diligence, but, some dude in the bus shack with me called them, and of course they blamed me . . . I had to wave them down, and even then, with me running at them, they didn't stop, without about hitting me!  Very strange and the chick seemed pissed that I stopped her, used her kids as an excuse?  There was also this dude in a white bus, that looks like many special service buses, in Kali and Missoula . . . when I went up to see if he was connected to the bus service, before the taxi, he looked Russian mafia, and said, no he just delivers, buses, but then he took out a male toiletry bag, and disappeared inside, left, then came back out . . . the bus was a mess, didn't look ready to deliver to anyone!
• black special ops, bubble cops helicopter, hovering over the city of Bozeman, but before I got to town!  LOL!  I thought, had I not waited, two fucking hours of the city bus, that never came, and then, almost an hour for the taxi, I would have been, right there with the black copter!  So, this morning, in my clock and dagger world, I got up, put on my make-up, always, no body ever thinks, I am homeless, and then, I went to the Western Cafe' . . . essence of the west, Bozeman Culture Club, and great food, fun waitress, had a funny conversation over me not wanting my bacon, rubbery, or limp, you know, then we joked, now what did you tell me about your bacon?  We'll just tell the cook, crisp!  LOL!  OKAY!  But, I noticed this dude, getting coffee when I came in, later followed me to the Library, love the library, and I am a creature of habit, so anyone, who knew I was in Bozeman, would know, that I would go, as I have before, to breakfast at the Western Cafe'!  I was done eating about 7:30 AM, not need to loiter, without my computer and blog, so I headed to the Galatan County Library, lovely!  The next thing I know, this dude, plops his ass down, next to me, David Love is my name, and I am thinking fed, fed, fed!  He tells me he lived in Russia, until he was 8, adopted by American parents, changed his name to LOVE, their last name.  I said, you ought to go work for the FBI in Missoula, going after the Russian mob, 200 agents, you would be a shoe-in, with fluent Russian, but you would have to turn your country men, in, and he said, he would side with Russia!  That Nationalism!  I told him to watch The Double, agents, born in their home countries, migrate to America, speak fluent, Russian and English, perfect, even better than Mormon missionaries, whom he knew a ton of them?  He told me with all the shit I am going through, to move to Russia . . . what with Edward Snowden?  No, I bleed red, white and blue!  Nationalism!  He mentioned the black helicopter, hovering over the fairgrounds for a long time, Saturday; I thought so, they probably figured that I had long been in Bozeman!  LOL!  He then told me, that all kinds of new cops are suppose to be coming to Bozeman . . . welcome to my world in Missoula!  He told me where Fresh Life Church Bozeman was!

 DREAM SIGNIFICANCE

• before leaving the Missoula bus station, as you go in the bathroom, there is a booklet, called, Signs . . . a mother and daughter . . . When it is time to say good bye?  On the back of the cith buses, there is a ad that says, More than a sign!  I had just told my kids, that I would at least contact them by Thanksgiving, and to look forward to that!  I don't like to scare them, and they worry, especially Chris! my oldest son!  I told him, I wanted to help him more, because he has to move and is trying to get into a new house.  He said, I would rather, have you keep the money and keep a roof over your head, all my kids are kind and considerate like this.  But, when I was married to Brett, he said your kids are an asset, even before, I told him about them, and he met them.  One time he called all my kids, without me knowing, and tested to see which kids, would be loyal to me, Chris, was most likely and they went after him brutally, for years, and just recently, I saw, the name, Bill Weld, remember the old, "Kill Bill" movies?  yeah, for a long time, I was worried that he was the pay son, Bill Well Dead!  I worried that, the mob or the feds all one in the same, heard our conversation, days ago?  But, after church, there was this song on, Let Them Go!  Tug-o-war, big time . . . they want my kids, they are the TARGET!  But, as the song played, I looked outside, Wild Joe's Coffeehouse, I don't drink, coffee, but my surrogate Shelley does, Nutshell Naturals and Picture Framing, two shops I noticed, Shelley's kids are nothing to brag about, so they say, MINE ARE HERS!  But, outside, I noticed, these two or three, Tonka Dump Trucks, with all these, orange, street construction rubber cones, art, I think, but it reminded me, that, when my two boys, all boy, were young, they used to take their Tonka trucks, out in the driveway, and throw them as high as they could get them, I guess testing the advertisers, who said, they were, Tonka Tough! and so are MY SONS!  It was kind of like, they will be fine, they are tough, but you need to drop, your end of the rope, and let the others, deal with you kids, without your pull to sustain them, and they will fall on their fucking asses!
• oh, I forgot the first part of the dream, I was kissing, John Travolta!  That was before the two attorneys, with the dog, indicative of U.S. Attorneys, or some type of prosecutors, working with cops, signified by the dogs, K-9 UNITS, or dog cops, working with DEA cops, probably going to frame me for being Shelley, in this whole thing, since the cops are too stupid to get, me and her straight, on PURPOSE!  But, I have referred to Bozeman as the Hollywood of Montana, where the real cowboys play!  The star connection, was made clear, as I walked from Grand, to the Library and went by, gold stars on the boardwalk! in front of some old movie theater, it looked like.  But, if I were to add all of this together, me kissing a star, being a star myself, in my own, right with this blog and all my cases, and cops shit, all my cases, are better than any true crime movies or shows, I have seen.  Interesting combo, tender moment, with a movie star, who probably digs my blog, I am guessing?  I have had him in another dream, as I recall, and he has played, in lawyer movies, this morning when I was trying to make sense of the dream, I thought of Class Action, I think that was the movie, where Travolta played the very idealistic attorney, who fought the corrupt corporate attorneys, other part of the dream, attorneys, in a David and Goliath, type case, where he held out too long, and he lost what he could have done and gotten for his clients of Love Canal, as I recall!
• the story, from the New Testament, seemed to coincide with this dream and recent events . . . take up your bed and walk . . . leave that old bed, that had burdened, the man in the scriptures of 38 years, let it go, don't let it hold you down, any longer, as I thought of my 23 year battle with cops, like, you can't win, so, you need to let it go, let your kids go, Moses and David, were both raised in the court of the Pharoahs . . . of course spell check is off!  I have had dreams about Chris becoming President of the United States, and they can get him there faster, than I can now . . . that may not have been the case, before they poisoned me, when I was at the height of my prowess as an attorney, going to run for Congress, easy, with my money from either my cases or my blog, easy, but these fuckers have taken everything!  punishment for stopping their NEW ORDER!  WORTH IT!  Pastor Levi, said, new life, new times, new direction, new everything, let go of the old, take up your bed and walk!  Right after the sermon, I went in the bathroom, and on the stall door, it said, Take Care of Yourself or something like that . . . they love your kids, hate you, and you are the one in jeopardy!  
• as I added all the God Intel, it was, you better drop all this shit against cops, or we will make you or your kids pay!  Let them go!  These pompous ass attorneys, smug, dripping with money, or so the clothes seemed to indicate, is we are watching you, all the time and all we have to do, is throw the book at you, as Shelley!  The know, god damned well, who I am, but they have been crafting the frame, as I have written this blog, and when I write about her, it is as if they take it that I am writing about me as Her, since she has all my work, ID, and even claims my kids, because, the Nutshell Naturals or her kids, are not up to snuff, for Frank of Interpol, and neither as his, if he stopped to have any . . . so they PICKED MY KIDS, due to the stuff, I did . . . why not get the SMART MOM'S KIDS?  Then trash the FAMOUS MOM'S KIDS, the Trophy Rock and Pop Kids, AND SAY THEY ARE OURS . . . it is the O.J. think . . . if we, the government, cops, can't have them, NOBODY CAN, even their own MOTHER!  We will take James Kennedy, whom I have written about, use his looks, and alleged, look-alike sister, Rachel, the Bunny Ranch Bitch, and genetically make up, JoAnn and Zeke, type looks, hair!

 I Could Beat these Fucks, Just Like I Have With God's Help . . . But What Is the Price?  How Many MORE Years?  What Will It Do To My Kids?  Like the Two Women, Who Claimed the Same Baby to King Solomon, Old Testament King and Wisest Man, He Was Going to Settle the Dispute, By Cutting the Baby In Half . . . the REAL Mother, Said, No, to Save the Baby's Life, Give It to the Other Woman!  He Knew, This Was the REAL MOTHER, the One Who Would Save the BABY'S LIFE . . . I WILL!  THEY ARE TONKA TOUGH!

NEW LIFE!