HACKER SHITS OF THE DAY! FUCK? 11:20 AM, 6/18/2018! GOD? GET YOUR OWN, BLOG, FUCKERS! GET BRAINS, OF YOUR OWN, STOP STEALING, MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, FUCKERS, MOTHERFUCKERS! DEA, SHITS, BITCHES! FUCK!
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EZ MONEY, PUSSY, POWER, PERKS, RUSSIA STYLE, THROUGH, ASSET FORFEITURE! BETTER KNOWN, AS STEALING, ALL UNDER THE GUISE OF DRUG WAR, BULL SHIT!
WHERE IS MY STASH? COPS, COPS, COPS, TRYING TO FRAME ME FOR A DRUG STING OP, YESTERDAY? DEA OR DRUG ENFORCEMENT AGENCY OR AGENT! WHEN, I SAID, COME AGAIN? HE HEARD THE POWER IN MY VOICE, LIKE, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? HE SMILED AND BACKED OUT OF THE DOORS, NOT TO BE SEEN AGAIN! MEN. I KILLED ASSET FORFEITURE, BECAUSE, IT WAS FUCKING, UNCONSTITUTIONAL! NOT BECAUSE, I AM A CLOSET DRUG USER . . . TRY ALL YOUR DEA OFFICERS, AND BITCHES, ARE NOT STRONG ENOUGH, TO NOT SMOKE, OR DO WITH THEIR LOVERS! WEAK, WEAK, WEAK. THEY ALL USE POT, WHETHER, LEGAL OR ILLEGAL! PERIOD. I DON'T DO ASPIRIN!
I start everyday, fresh with the cops, hoping, that by some miracle, they, get, what I wrote in my blog the day before, that they get it, or see it, or can tell the difference between me, and the alleged, me, they have come to allegedly, know and love? Where does love come into this? Shit, this is called a job! But, that is precisely, my point, rather than, going with the facts, the birth certificate, the identification, the law degree, the law licenses, the cases, the legislation, the blogger, the money maker, the mother, of rock and hip hop stars, the mother of two gorgeous military chicks, both, great mothers, and served their country, hello, the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, Shelley's kids, Rachel's, Kay's, Sue's, Marcie's, Jared's, Tiffany's . . . ah, no . . . to my kids, you can run, but you can never escape my love. You can hide, but you can't escape my love! Dream on! LOL. But, kids of my sisters, and brothers, of Frank's, Brett's, or Jame's? FUCK THAT SHIT! I am letting them, have some rest, stopping the tug-o-war, for their peace . . . remember, King Solomon, of the Bible, the wisest man, who, had two mothers, or ten mothers, all claiming the same, baby or kids, and the REAL, mother, was the one, who said, no, don't cut the babies in half, let her have them. King Solomon in all his wisdom, said, this is the mother, and gave the babies to the rightful mother. I fucking know, my kids, are and have been under PRESSURE! I want, them safe. PERIOD.
"ANTI-U!" I SAW THAT ON A PILLAR, NEAR, THREE COPS, JUST THIS MORNING . . . CHANGED MY HAIR STYLE! LOL. WALKED RIGHT PASSED THEM! LOL. I NEED TO START BACK A BIT . . . TO YESTERDAY MORNING, STOLEN I.D., RETRIEVED, NO STAFF . . . I TOOK CHARGE, EASY: (1) GET UP; (2) NO STAFF; (3) DON'T FIGHT; (4) DO YOU CHORES; (5) LEAVE THE CHURCH BY 7:00 AM. UNLESS YOU HAVE A PLAN B. MAN, THIS FEELS, LIKE HOME WITH MY KIDS! LATE STAFF, WAS, THANKFUL, RESIDENTS, IN SHOCK . . . SHE IS THE ATTORNEY! BY THIS MORNING, SOMEONE, CHILLY COW--SAME CHICK, WHO SAID SHE HAD AN HONORARY LAW DEGREE--LOL, SO, SHELLEY, LOOK-ALIKE, BOOB JOB AND ALL, FROM AUSTIN, WAS OVERHEARD, SAYING, YEAH, THAT, ATTORNEY, THE ONE WITH THOSE LETTERS, J.D., AFTER HER NAME, FORMER, ATTORNEY GENERAL . . . YEAH, HER . . . LOL! THEY ARE FINALLY, GETTING IT? LOL. I TEND TO CARRY A LOT OF POWER, WEIGHT, AND ENERGY, TO DO THE RIGHT THING, WHETHER, IN LAW, OR IN THE DORMS . . . WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, THAT I WOULD LET YOU, FUCK UP OUR RENT WITH THE CHURCH? OH, HELL NO, GET YOUR LAZY ASSES OUT OF BED, AND BEHAVE, DO WHAT YOU WOULD DO, ONLY BETTER, THAN YOU DO WITH STAFF! THEY FIGHT WITH STAFF, THERE WAS NOT A WORD, EVEN LONG TIME, RESIDENTS, PROBABLY, UNDERCOVER COPS, MOVED! LOL.
ME AND THE NORTH STAR, FUTURE ATTORNEY, WAITER, DISCUSSED SOME NUMEROLOGY, AND HOW, SOME DUDE, USED, THE WAITER'S BIRTHDAY, AND CALLED HIS PERSONALITY, THAT SHOWED WITHIN, MINUTES, MAYBE WITH THE COPS--HE WAS HEADING TO CITY HALL! LOL. MY KID OF DUDE! BUT, THE NAME, "JOANN" ACCORDING TO NUMEROLOGICAL CHARTS, IS A POWER KICKER . . . A,B,C'S, 27, DIVIDED BY, 9, THREE TIMES . . . J, A, AND TWO N'S . . . ALL, #1'S OR POWER NUMBERS! FUN STUFF . . . SO, SHELLEY, AND THE GALS, TRYING TO GLOB ONTO MY NAME, ARE TRYING TO STEAL THE POWER, CONNECTED TOO! THE MEN CAN ALL HAVE THEM, THE "LITTLE WOMEN" . . . EVEN ALCOTT, NAMED THE SMART GIRL, "JO" THE ONE WHO DIDN'T NEED A MAN, AND WANTED A CAREER! IT'S IN THE STARS . . .
SEX. SEX. SEX. TAKE A HONEY TO WORK. STEAL YOUR MONEY. LET LOCAL, STATE COPS DO YOUR JOBS. LOVE LIFE. GET ALL YOUR FRIENDS ON FEDERAL PAYROLLS.
LA FITNESS . . . TITS AND ASS, SURF BOARD, BOYFRIEND OR HUSBAND, ASS IN THE AIR, SEXUALIZING, LEARNING TO SURF? GOD? EVEN HE WAS BOARD, AND I WAS HORRIFIED, WATCHING . . . EMBARRASSED! DISGUSTED! INFURIATED!
I'm sorry, I don't want to pick on anyone, particularly, the defenseless, but, I think, this, is worth, mentioning, and it is right on topic, of something I want to address, in a minute . . . LOL . . . some woman, just came in the bathroom, in the stall next to me, she asked, "Can anyone tell me if my kid passed away, while I was on the computer?" My kids are probably, shocked, to learn, their mother, wrote, all, 1997 of these blogs! The story, about, the wake-up, call, probably sounded, way familiar . . . how did your daughters, go in the military? They were born in it! Get up. Get dressed. Eat breakfast. Get your rooms clean. Go to school . . . MILITANT MOTHER! LOL. SWINK. YES, THIS IS DEAR, OLD MOM, WRITING, THIS AT SOPHIA'S PLACE, BELLEVUE, WASHINGTON! YOUR GRANDPA, AUNTS, UNCLES, TV AND COPS FATHERS, MOTHERS, ARE THE HACKERS, AND PROBABLY KISS YOUR ASSES, TO TURN, YOU AGAINST ME . . . THAT OLD AMERICAN GREED, POWER, PRIVILEGE, PERKS, AND PRESTIGE OF BEING ME, MOM!
Back to the story . . . so, I always stop, on the second floor, before going into the women's locker, to get a drink, see, if there is a lane free and clear, in the swimming pool . . . Rachel, sports a tan! . . . so, i am looking down, into the pool, furthest lane, right under, my daughter, Greta's perfect body, my goal, but for the legs, that was her father's contribution to her DNA, Nicole's too . . . I notice this strange, sight, below, some chick in a royal blue, swimming suit, spread eagle, on a colorful, rubber or plastic, surf board, or water toy? I am like, excuse me, who rides or paddles, a surf board, like that? So, curious, I stop and watch for awhile? She, knock out body, face down, looking forward, arms paddling, but, legs, totally, spread, butt up, legs, on both sides, as far as they could go, and she paddles, half way, or almost the length of the pool? That, looks totally, awkward as hell, uncomfortable, and stupid as shit! Then, she tries, to act, like she is getting, up on the board, as if to stand, which is completely, insane and unsafe, with cement, and pool tile, on one of two sides, as in concussion? Anyone? Of course, she is playing the helpless, maiden, role of all lame chicks, pretending that this is just too complicated, for her to get a grip on, while she sticks her ass, right, up in the air, or pussy, spread, with, a french cut swimsuit, very low in the front, as she, displays, overly ample breasts, that, when, she gets out of the water, she, rolls, on her stomach, smashing her breasts that are falling out of her suit, then, coming to her knees, with, the 10 gallon boobs, at least looked real, spilling almost out on the tile!
Is this incompetent bitch, really, seriously, turning this guy on? He didn't seem, at all, interested, but that didn't seem to matter to her--it was as if, she had been programed, by Shelley, Kay and Rachel, in the fine art, of getting and keeping your man? YUCK? The dude was, nothing to scream about, and she was much prettier, than he was, handsome, so? I thought, maybe he is rich? I mean, what is going on here? It was like something, that should have belonged on, some remote, island, in the Pacific? I thought, don't men, get tired of women, who, become, helpless, needy, over-sexed, and, acting like their dick, should be standing at attention at all times? Who does this? I thought, this has to be a cop. This has to be, either, a girlfriend or wife, matched, as compatible, by the FBI dating or CIA matching game, of wives, to keep, the troops, satisfied, sexually, as if that is the only thing in life, that is worth, living for??????????? Whatever. I know, cops are physical guys, but, this is so, overboard, and a joke, that, the husband, and I am sure, like any new toy, car, boat, motorcycle, got a big, kick out of the newness of this shit, but, after awhile, someone, who, cna't do jack shit, but fuck, can get on your nerves, don't they? This DOM SUB thing, is out of control and stupid as shit . . . who does this, and who wants it, and don't you want, conflict, so you can at least have some highs and lows, make up, with passionate kisses?
THIS DIDN'T LOOK FUN AT ALL . . . IT LOOKED, BORING AND STUPID, LIKE, WOULD A MOVIE, HAVE BEEN, MORE ENTERTAINING? MAYBE IT IS JUST ME, BUT, A MAN WITH A HALF BRAIN, I WOULD IMAGINE, WANTS, CONVERSATION, OR A SMART CHICK, BUT, MAYBE I AM WRONG? I AM JUST GOING TO DRAW AN ANALOGY, BETWEEN, THE BALANCE OF POWER, BETWEEN THE MALE AND FEMALE ELEMENTS, AND THE BALANCE OF POWER, BETWEEN, THE THREE BRANCHES OF GOVERNMENT, MAYBE ADD THE KIDS . . . CONFLICT IS BUILT IN THE SYSTEM! THE BEAUTY OF THE MARRIAGE OR THE SYSTEM, IS THE BUMPING UP, OF POWERS, OF HEADS, OF POSITIONS . . . VYING TO GROW, EXCEL, EVOLVE, CHANGE, MATURE, ALL THE GOOD STUFF, THAT, GOVERNMENT SYSTEMS AND FAMILIES ARE MADE OF . . . THE DAYS OF FATHER KNOWS BEST ARE GONE! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN? FOR WHO? ONE BRANCH? FOR THE MAN? FOR THE WOMAN? ONLY THE KIDS? THINK ON THAT ONE FOR A WHILE . . . FOR MAXIMUM, PERFORMANCE, WHAT IS BEST?
PICTURE OF JESUS WEARING BLACK FRAME GLASSES . . . COPS SEEING, CHRIST INTERFERENCE, BETWEEN ME AND THEM? OR JESUS SEEING THEIR ACTIONS, IS A SMART DUDE? SONG ON MY NEW MP3 PLAYERS, PROGRAMED IN . . . "WE'VE BEEN LEFT BEHIND!" OR "I HAVE NO ROOTS FOR MY HOME. MY HOME WAS NEVER ON THE GROUND!"
Some one had this picture up on the computer next to me as Sophia's place yesterday . . . I thought, the cops have, got to be wondering, how, she gets away, all the fucking time? I think, if you were to take an aerial, surveillance of, the ground, and could see, what is going on, there would be simple, deterrence, defensive moves, delays, deflections, and other such, almost, metaphysical, involvement, that, gets in the way, of, the plans of mice, men, cops, cunts, that seem so, lucky, or obtrusce or even obscene, that, there could and can be not other, explanation, than, other worldly, or heavenly, intervention, in the matters of protecting me . . . nothing earth shattering, but small, enough, never overdone, or even that can't be explained.
Let me give you some examples, from, the last few days: (1) yesterday, I took the bus, as I always do, downtown, from, Greenwood, to Seattle, get off, generally, at, Walgreen, on the corner of healthy and happy! But, yesterday was Sunday, and the traffic was slow, and I was early out of the shut or gate, and for a split second, the driver, was stopped, at the corner of McDonald's, my destination, but just as I asked him, if he could let me out, the light turned green, so I thought, na, better wait . . . to my delight, love, can do people, he opened the door and wished me a great day. Weekdays, he probably wouldn't do that, too much, going on. but, I think, that one, act, threw the cops off, that I was not suspecting, they lay in wait, to trap me, so, I was able to get over, get my breakfast, before, the place was fucking crawling with cops! Talk the 7 layers of teeth, slobbering, Pennywise, clown, with claws, hanging from both sides . . . this was it, transit cops, out of the tunnel, not near the tunnel, city cops, sheriffs, cop car after cop car, but by this time, I was safe inside, or so I thought . . . this is when the DEA agent, tested me, and got his answer, so strong that he left! LOL. (2) later on, yesterday, coming back from Bellevue, drained and tired, hot and just wanting to rest, I noticed, flashing warning lights on trucks near the freeway, construction, on Lake Washington, which is normal, but, there were cops, walking, along the bridge . . . are they watching the bus? I think, now God, speaks to your mind, in a still small voice, a thought, an idea, and warning, as came to my mind, take your black runner's jacket off your waist, and put it over your, t-ehirt, gray with big block writing on, it, very identifiable! I thought, but it's hot, I really don't want to do that. All the sudden, some black chick, took her, black, hoodie out, and put it over her, red summer shirt, and poke-a-dot, bra . . . confirmation, that is what I needed to do. OK. I found some cheap sunglasses, in Spokane, put those on too, and watched . . . all seemed normal, transit cops, doing normal transit cop stuff, that is until, I hit the Westlake Exit, where I get off! SHIT! Standing right at the door, of the bus, when, it stoppped, someone got off before me, there was an ampted up, transit cop, wearing extra gear, looked loaded for bear, for sure . . . I just walked on passed him . . . he looked, around, inside the bus, as I slid away, he even got on the bus . . . looking for this jack ass? LOL. My gray shirt with, STOCKMAN"S BAR, Missoula, on it? LOL. Gone. Casper the Friendly, or not so friendly, GHOST! LOL.(3) today, while getting ready, I thought, you know, that was, pretty, scary, close call, yesterday, could have been disastrous, had I not, headed, the thoughts, regardless of the heat, HEAT, too . . . but, the thought, came to mind, pull your hair, up, in your ball cap, making a ponytail, which, I never do! OK. So, the bus, drives by, a Seattle PD, cop vehicle, parked just up the street from where we get off . . . now, I have had 3 cops, waiting, at that exist too. I thought, okay, cross the street, and go up the other side . . . had the sunglasses on too, just in case! I am looking at the ground, and look up, and there were three Seattle PD's, two bike cops, and probably the driver or the SUV across the street, an AMBUSH! another cops, I think, just a bit further . . . just keep walking. Walked right passed them. Too young, not the right hair, never wears sunglasses! LOL. CUT YOUR CLAW OFF, CRAWFISH! GET OUT OF THE BOILING WATER, BEFORE, YOUR COOKED! SAVE YOURSELVES FROM, THIS COP INSANITY! WRONG CHICK, GET SHELLEY, RACHEL, KAY, SUE, AND THE GIRLS CLUB! FRANKLY, BRETT,
I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!
I know, I am jumping around, like a frog, trying to get put in boiling water and eaten, by cops, but, yesterday, I was, swimming, and rockin' to my ROCK MY RUN, music, and, this song came on, that went something like this . . . we have all the technology, blah, blah, blah, but we have been left behind . . . the only way we will survive is to look to the sky, and light. I thought, of all the Millennials, who I see on the bus each day, going to work . . . I always think of them, and their parents, as doing a great job. They are all clean, seem very kind, courteous, are employed, with, high paying tech jobs, Amazon, Microsoft, Google, etc., live in hot apartments, cool neighborhoods, green, environmentally, and socially, savvy, start saving for their retirement, before their parents, and are financially, well, prepared, and savers! That is kind of what the theme of the song, said, but, the statement, we have been left behind, struck me like a lightning bolt, the words, talked about all the changes, things coming at them so fast, and in the tech world, things change, every three days, hard to keep up with, but the solution to the singer or songwriter, was, to look to the sky, to the light!
Now, I have written, almost 2,000 blogs, I keep thinking, I need a break, I need to stop, what, could, I say, or write, that might help, this great, young people, I admire so much? What would the universal mother, say, or tell them? I thought, back to the picture, of Chris, of his teachings, of his life, of his miracles, that I see, some great and some small, in my life, every fucking day, for god sake! or I would not be here, not yesterday, not today, not the day before, not the 6 years, that have passed . . . but for, this smart, GOD, to me, I would be buried, dead, incarcerated, jailed, detained, harmed or injured, broke, not in a shelter, but on the streets, because, they, PENNYWISE, as done, everything, possible, from financial terrorism, to mental anguish, to downright, personal injury, and I am still FREE, still live, still writing, still have all my kids, can't see them much, but, they are all doing well, as far as I can tell, and they have each other, for support, just like, when, me and their dad, got divorced, reaching down to the depths of their souls, for strength, and perservation, but they are well, beautiful, and themselves! Why do I think that is . . . MY SAVIOR, MY LORD, MY REDEEMER, MY TEACHER, MY GUARDIAN, MY PROTECTOR, MY ALL! SOB.
IF YOU FIND YOUR LIFE, ALL TOGETHER, BUT HOLLOW . . . YOU MAY, WANT TO LOOK TO THE SKY, TO THE LIGHT, TO THE SON!
BUT FOR HIM, I WOULD NOT, BE WRITING THIS BLOG, TODAY, YESTERDAY, OR TOMORROW!
I PROMISE THIS IS TRUE.
IF YOU WANT LIGHT, READ, THE NEW TESTAMENT!
FREE PEOPLE!
