Jesus, to the Pharisees & Sadducee's--You are Whited Sepulchres on the Outside, and Full of Dead Man's Bones on the Inside!
Assassination Attempt #2 in 3 Days
This morning, John, and I, both off the charts, nature freaks, drink, breath, suck in the clean air, the beauty, the freshness, the freedom, every rock, tree, mountain, sculpted snow covered top, the lakes, the wild life, the lush green meadows, the teal water, frosted with white waves, over golden rocks, of the rivers, snaking through the canyon walls, and over crags and down hills . . . rudely interrupted. Now, as John and I drove, listened to trippy m music, with grins, and smiles, oooes and awes, started talking about this sense of doom, depression, desperation, frustration, and fear, that seems to be permeating, people, homes, schools, streets, stores, businesses, etc., started to become part of our conversation, and one thing, led to another, while looking, along the road in Hungry Horse, Montana, seeing, what most people, ignorantly would refer to as a solar panel, and dismiss it outright, and not know the darker, deeper, dastardly motives, desires, goals, and thoughts of the men and women behind these structures are only put up at night, so as not to bring attention to there existence that goes relatively unnoticed by the uneducated, or not caring pubic.
Now, John, the poor, white, Christian boy, who pays his bills on time, goes to work all week, is responsible, and cares about people, taking in strays, like me, all the time, and this roughly 40 year old virgin, who just wants woman to be romantic with in the mountains, is rightly disturbed by what I am telling him about FEMA camps, nationwide pandemics, chemical and biological warfare, 50 million plastic coffins, already made and waiting for us, plus new technology called, Stingray--traces cellphones and emails, which included computers, without being in use or binging off cell towers, being experimented with and challenged in court, with the FBI, intervening in local courts, that is rare; however, my guess is, that they are already using it, against Congressional approval and authority . . . law enforcement is not, to be used, if it is not in the use of the general public . . . which is one looked at it, the PRISM programs, already in use and this new technology, is blatantly unconstitutional, and violates, citizens' 1st, 2nd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 9th, and 14th amendment rights, at a minimum!
WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW, WON'T HURT THEM!
John asked, if we could stop talking about all this stuff, and just sit along side road that looked through all the pines, look at the lake and look at Hungry Horse Dam . . . I know this is a lot of shit to through at someone who has been buried in his psychedelic music for 25 years, started listening to Depeche Mode, New Order, the Cars, and Love & Rockets, at about 15 years of age, and he has been in a dead end, relationship with this chick, that was major into WarCraft, and the dark side of life, living in the four walls of his/her apartment, turning for shelter, protection, from the hostile world, outside the fortress, controlled and protected by the Queen of WarCraft . . . who can kill, prison, and cut off heads, at will, but is totally helpless in the real world, we live in . . . so, this coming out party today, was and is not something John wants to hear about!
I said, as they march the woman you love, off to some damn, concentration camp, after you finally find her, it is going to rip your heart out, your really going to be disillusioned--this Germany, Russia, Italy, Hitler, Stalin and Mussolini, idols for these people, who are all about a totalitarian and tyrannical government, and you better think about the reality of what that is going to do to this road . . . the feds are closing off roads up mountains, so when they decide to kill 80% of us, and keep only enough serfs, to serve them, you will wish that you had got off the fence, stopped being luke warm, or you are going to get spewed out of some one's, mouth, if not God's himself! The nice thing about, good little Catholic, Christian boys, is they understand Jesus talk, scriptures, and you can use, scriptural illustrations, to make your point . . . God said, you are either for me, or you are against me . . . posted that to my own kids, time is waning, and you better, help stop this bull shit, or it will be too late!
This is Called Aversion Therapy--You Better at Least Be on My Side While You Are With Me!
I knew that John, would get it, if the forests and the Beartooth Mountains, were targets . . . like the 800 oil and gas drills and towers, on my favorite mountain, in the Uintahs, in Utah . . . and it is gone before you even know, what hit you, overnight, when you have no say! He started to listen, and while we sat there, we both, paused, and heard, what sounded like a lumber mill, down below up, near the lake, trucks, and male voices--Okay, what the hell is going on here? He really started listening. I said, no one is hear, you and me are about it, so nobody knows this shit, whatever it is, is even going on. It could be some guard shack, that when the shit hits the fan, they block off, or demand papers, or check IDs, before allowing you into wilderness areas like this . . . they are already blocking areas, and demanding money and permits, to allegedly protect the environment, and making you pay for what is now free!
These are our fucking federal lands, our trust lands, out public lands . . . they manage the for us, not tell us, we can and can't do this or that, when or when we can't go up to see this dam . . . needless to say, he was listening. And with all the access roads, going into roads put in storage, which is basically, the Forest Service, technical term for road closure . . . so when everyone is dying of biological and chemical warfare, those smart enough to get up in the mountains, can't get up there, or escape . . . total control. Now, John, like myself, would chose the mountains over any girl or guy, PERIOD! I told him that, the short guys, harassed all his life, by bigger guys, will, all of the sudden become the ring leader, knowing the backwoods, mountains, trails, and how to camp, fish, and hunt; he liked that idea. So, you better get involved, before it is too late, because it is happening as we speak, like what the hell is going on down by this lake, with nobody, watching?
I told him, that the Boy Scouts, were allegedly given, 300,000 acres of prime forest lands, for what . . . really, those lazy little assholes, could walk a few miles, what in the hell would you need, that much land for? Is it for something else, a covered entity, and secret landing strip? While we sat there, three very small air crafts, one after another, flew past us . . . now that strikes me as weird, doesn't it you? He admitted that did seem a bit strange . . . now the Montana is not a place to fly black helicopters in without getting the attention of people like me, the militia, the don't tread on me, type people, so, clandestine, government ops, are going to have to be done differently in this freedom loving, constitutional abiding state!
I told him that Tony Osthemieir, with family in Germany, during the Reign of Terror, by Hitler and his SS Men, about the time, it looked like Germany, was going to lose the war, took over occupation of the Chateau, the Osthemieir Family had for centuries, maybe that is too long, but we are talking Germany, not America, with a baby history, other than the Native American Indians . . . but Hitler's men, basically took over the place, to hide, from the Allied Forces, and wined and dined their whores, just like these guys intend to do, when they take over America . . . the is all about, power, pussy and perks, plus control--or world domination . . . and you and I, if we live, which is not likely, are going to be their servants, and we are not going to be allowed into wilderness areas, but only the ruling elite!
We Drove to Another, Absolutely Beautiful Spot
John sat, looking depressed at hell, but, he was getting it. I said, now, we are in the perfect spot for an assassination . . . Georgeanna Darrow Hartunge, had just called John, using Stingray to locate us? And she did the same thing yesterday, when we were cruising around Flathead Lake . . . her son, David Russo, both, have set me up on sting ops in the past, are a worry for me, Tabitha Roth, sister and daughter, used to work for the Flathead County Sheriff's Department, so that is a bit too cozy a relationship for me, given my history with cops, and just leaving Missoula, due to jumping right in the middle of a hotly contested sheriff's race, not knowing, nor caring what the current political climate, nor players are, and just educating the cops, with the facts of the difference in the two cop organizations, who their bosses are, and what they took and oath to preserve, protect and defend, protecting their citizen rights too, often at odds with federal officers!
I told him, look, these guys and gals, are cold blooded murderers, they don't care about you, me, the country, family, God, or anything . . . they are paid to do a job, and they kill, send someone in to clean up the mess, and that is it . . . we might not even know what hit us! We had not seen two cars, in about the whole time we were up around the damn, so when a car, pulled in, right up next to us, and I am saying way too close, for comfort, I mean, there was plenty of space, to be 20 to 30 ft, away, but they pulled uncomfortably close, making me, first wonder, where the hell they came from, and second, why so close?
John was laying back taking a nap, I had just taken a quick walk, and come back to the car, not in the car long enough to wonder if he was done sleeping, which he does often, but before I got in the car, I noticed to my surprise that his eyes were open, that is why I jumped in the car . . . but the other car, darted in, about the time, I looked up from buckling my seat belt. I said, John, get up, get the hell out of here, quick! Hurry! Somethings is up with this car! The second John sat up and started the car, I noticed the other car's brake lights go on, like they just kicked the car in reverse . . . very strange, and a visitor to the lake, would have been happy to see us go, not start to back up and leave when we were leaving.
As we were leaving this totally abandoned and quiet spot, I notice another blue, small SUV, and said, there is the other car, to help with the clean up--this is an assassination attempt, this is too weird, two vehicles, right out of nowhere, ten minutes after Georgeanna called, and we were talking about why I didn't trust her, she is a cold hearted, bitch, who is right in the middle of the take down, and so is Dave, and here we have the attempt, and as John pulled out of the campground, the cream colored, sedan Lincoln . . . symbolic of assassination, in and of itself, back right up and followed us out of the campground, hot on our ass, long enough to get our license plate number for tracking later on!
I told him, that in my gut, I know that is exactly what was going down, that was not normal, not what nature lovers would do, if come up and even park near us, respecting privacy and personal space, and the other car. I said, now you are on the to watch list . . . your car is marked now . . . someone told me that Montana license plates have holograms for tracking? As we pulled out, going one way, and the other car going the other way, I said, I know that is exactly what that was, not normal, way out of the norm, for what a person, who just got the lake to themselves, would do . . . they would have stay, at least 10 minutes, and would have been thrilled that we yielded the privacy and place to them! Just as I said that, I looked over on the hill, next to the road, and there was a huge Y shaped branch . . . that seemed like a message from God, or a confirmation, that Yes . . . that was an assassination attempt!
Paranoid? Not Within the Totality of the Circumstances
It is easy to dismiss, even by myself, that was not the case; however, given the fact that just 3 days ago, an even more striking assassination or incarceration attempt, according to my Intel Guy, God, better than the CIA, FBI, NSA, local cops and detectives, or even hit men or women . . . has saved me, on many, many, occasions, so many, I have lost count, and at times get callous to the fact that, it is almost a daily event, so I tend to minimize the facts, and dismiss them, or think, like you and I would, that the government, mob, Mormon Mafia, cops, or whoever, wouldn't really kill such a nice girl like me!
But that is just not simply true . . . I have been poisoned, which took 8 years of my life, I have had my clitoris, cut off, tires with incendiary devices, ready to blow when the tires get hot, my engine sabotaged, my "O" rings cut, transmission and engine tampered with, all my front end bolts tight loosened . . . and probably more attempts than I can count or even know about! I have been falsely imprisoned and incarcerated, without warrants, charges, phone calls, in total lock down, for appealing a case, or was it just to get rid of me . . . I left Missoula, several times, before this last one. I had tickets to Spokane, purchased, a week ago, because I could tell, the storm was brewing . . . because I am doing something wrong, or have done something wrong . . . no, because, under the Patriot Act, that took away all your rights, and mine, they can do this, and they can kill me too . . . without two weeks paid vacation, or administrative leave!
Saturday, I started out to get my blog done early, and left the apartment about 7 am, sat at McDonald's and as usual, or really not as usual, more effectively than normal, there were several attempts to block or stop my writing, totally everyday, experience for me, shut down, blocked for weeks, stealing who blogs and email accounts, what is new, Edward Snowden, they were doing this long before, and I had been telling everybody they were, but nobody believed me . . . and it will, likely take my death, which is the goal, before, law enforcement, who had know they have attempted to murder me for years, to say, oh, I guess she was right . . . too late, dip shits! This is totally within the contextual framework of the days prior to this event!
Worth a Mint
Now, just as I got up to go to the restroom, I noticed a mint candy, that I didn't know I had, did get two last night waiting for John to get off work, but I ate them, so this one is a surprise and just popped out of my backpack . . . Christ taught in parables, stories, and symbols, like the flood, the fig leaves, the serpent, the dove, the rainbow . . . so, it does not surprise me, that God, my Intel, guy would tell me what was going on, we have a 14 year history, of him giving me a play by play account of what these gold digging assholes are up to . . . but law enforcement, doesn't have the faith I have, they will not look at the evidence of my lifetime of success, they look at where I am now, in a bag lady life, imposed on my, by the thieves!
How can a bag lady be worth even the $50,000 for the hit? Well, it is called the perfect resume, life, background, experience, education, life, children, knowledge, and age, to run for political office, persuade people, lead people, educate people, and inspire people . . . not to mention, my children's lives that so well dovetail and compliment mine, from the rock star, to the computer manager, to daughters in the military, law school, home schooled grandchildren . . . a blog, that most likely, regardless of the numbers they are showing you, has reached more than a billion hits, almost per article, with readers around the world, and with the seen hit high of 155,000,000 hits, could make at a penny per hit, at one cent per hit, about $150,000 per day . . . and I am sure, the numbers were compromised early!
You see, this conspiracy, only got more lucrative as they tried to nullify me, or kill me, so they could, first take the resume from heaven, politically correct for both parties, but then came along, son, Elliot, with God's Revolver, and Little Black Horse . . . then a second CD, then Maraloka, and from what I see, these guys, for right now, are worth a fortune, were back in 2008, when the music was stolen, the real band attacked, and the fake, stealing the credit, fame, money, and all . . . not to mention, my cases, worth $700 million, at the time my house and law practice was criminally seized, by, none other than the ones, getting ready to steal the second CD of God's Revolver . . . and stop me from arguing the case at the 10th Circuit, that was the deal, the second the steal at the US Supreme Court . . . bribe after bribe . . . then to Montana!
The work I did on medical marijuana, constitutional analysis, emails, they tried to kill me at that time . . . then the Salish Kootenai Water Compact . . . another keeper for them, worth $55 million to the state and the FEDS! Now, the credit for bringing the missing expungement statutes or laws, testifying at the legislature 4 times, plus writing the resolutions for Utah on militias, guns, fining federal agents, and requests for analysis and opinion on medical marijuana in Utah . . . my work and testimony on wild burros and horses, parental notification of parents on abortion, not to mention, speaking to the statewide, Republican Women Federation Leadership Training, September 27, 2013, at the state Capitol . . . and blah, blah, blah, many versions of the water compact . . . at least 7, testifying, helping to postpone it for two weeks, and then again for two years!
MY GOD, WHAT MORE DOES IT TAKE FOR YOU TO FUCKING BELIEVE ME?
Assassination Attempt #1, for the Last Week--Refusal to Be a Slave!
This attempt had to do with two basic issues or events: (1) a blog I wrote favoring sheriffs, and educating citizens, that there is a difference between, city police and sheriffs, like apples and oranges, all law enforcement agencies are not created equal . . . the merging of the two is what these fuckers want . . . they want to get rid of sheriffs, who take an oath to defend, protect and preserve the constitution and are becoming increasingly angry at federal officials, the Obama administration, and others, over state and individual rights, which will come into play in this second assassination; and (2) the water compact, the lawsuit, the irrigators, the governor, the attorney general, and taking credit, if not control of the water, thus controlling the property . . . big time Agenda 21 stuff! Daddy Bush! Again! One World Order!
Sick of Being Pimped Out For There Gain & Recognition--Working for the Enemy!
I met, landlord, Tony or Anthony M. Osthemieir, double agent for the feds, being brought by another agent, for the feds, to a Republican Training meeting in Missoula, at the GOP headquarters, on Broadway and Washington . . . if that isn't a symbolic name for the cross streets . . . Broadway and Washington . . . headquarters for the actors, my doubles, reason for the hits, make it look, like I am a Republican, NOT! Nor am I a Democrat, I am not a Constitutionalists, because they are against the Constitution or many section of it, I am just me, on one issue, I would appear a Republican, on another a Democrat, and people don't want to allow you to do that! But I do!
I never told anyone I needed a place to live, I had a place, in Kalispell, or was going to get one, had gone to Utah, to visit, Yulia, the grand-daughter, before she went to kindergarten, already bonded with the other 5, but got sick, going into Utah, and for damn good reason, someone said, I wonder why, as to why I got sick, foreshadowing of Events that might occur while in the state, maybe, do ya think . . . those actors, double trouble! But I had been looking, but not too seriously, but really don't think I had said anything, but he offered me a room to rent, just around the corner, which I turned down, and went back up to Kalispell, until things got dicey, just like they did, again, now, same crew, said Stu! So, I decided, I am sure that was the plan, vacation, housing, and travel plans, cop driven!
The Traitor Revelation--I Wish We Could Get Rid of the 9th & 10th Amendments! WHAT?
There is a picture of Tony, in a Posse, hat, on my bedroom wall, standing for Posse Comitatus, these guys don't really believe in the US Constitution, while closely aligned with Libertarians and Constitutionalists, if not the Republicans, but never the Democrats . . . but the white power, racists and bigot parties! Just because I am a constitutional law attorney, doesn't mean that I agree with any of the above mentioned parties, so I often become a party unto myself! My conservative friends think I am too liberal, and my liberal friends think I am too conservative, those in the middle have gone so far to either the right or the left, that they meet in the middle, and have rights for everyone, no limits, nor exceptions and can land, somewhere touching socialism, communism and fascism . . . but the Republicans have lurched so far to the right, the whole damn country is becoming fascist! And that is what I was warning John about today!
No loyalist to the U.S. Constitution, especially, right in the middle of the Bundy v. BLM, Bunkerville Rancher, Nevada mess, would ever, ever, ever, state, that they wanted to get rid of state's rights and people's rights! FUCK NO! Now, a fed, would really want that! Then the water compact would be the right thing to vote for, and that proved to be at issue with Tony too . . . but he seemed to stand for the opposite of what the militia, western states, and the guys, he seemed to be siding with would want, federal control of everything! I wrote a blog, ratting out, Stuart Rhodes as a possible government infiltrator, or someone connected to the Yale Skull & Bones, British loyalists and One World Order guys, Agenda 21, UN bull shit, UnAmerican activities guys, that I hate, and so do the crew he is infiltrating, plus he is into polygamy, as a former, Mormon!
He and I, starting to disagree more and more, the honeymoon, was over, when I refused to re-write the constitutional analysis on the water compact! I told him there were many people in the Flathead Lake area, Indians, Republican Women, legislators, and others who would have copies of the material that I had done before, which amounted to about 7 versions of various stages, and culminating in an analysis of the Hellgate Treaty of 1855! I sent him copies of all I had on my computer hard drive, and also posted the analysis of my blog, which appeared to be seen by Governor Bullock and Attorney General Tim Fox, who filed paperwork to stop the compact, and work things out to make everyone happy, which the compromise in the treaty, so wonderfully does! I told Tony, to just let them represent the state of Montana, and save the state taxpayers, $55,000,000! That seemed to piss him off.
The Twin Relics of Barbarism--Polygamy & Slavery Club!
This guy, with the Magna Carta hanging on the front room wall, framed, and often suggested I not only site, but follow, is a member of the boy's club, the Anthony Wiener Osthemieir Club, the tits & ass club, running the show, and my total enemies, but for wanting everything I have, plus, already having stolen billions, give me a chance to be with a man, or they will fry me . . . love me or I will destroy you! Been there done that . . . several times, I am not a fucking piece of cunt, a hot ass, a spiritual wife, and you, fuckers are not going to put me their through poverty, threat, violence, imprisonment, or death!
As I attended the Montana Human Trafficking Conference, in Missoula, two weeks ago, with the whole Missoula PD, there to try to intimidate me, I thought on the two types of human trafficking, for commercial sex, or labor, and realized, that I had been pimped out, not for sex, although they tried, but to no avail, but I had been pimped out for my replenishing intellectual property, my brain, to make money for my johns, and pimps, or their other sex slaves! No, no and fuck no! I looked back at both me and my son, Elliot, my other children, married off to hand selected, mates, who compromises their mother, making them sleeping with the enemy!
You see, America, this arrogant group of feds, and those who side with their dicks, see you and me, as consumers, but also, as worth a particular sum of money, each of us, either through fines, tickets, permits, licenses and what not, to the tune of about $1,000 per year, above and beyond your taxes! The women, an inexhaustible commodity for making money on sex, or labor, or whatever they deem you good for, in my case, to make money by doing free legal work, with them taking all the money, I realized that I was slave labor for the fuckers I hate, and boy, did Tony get pissed, that I would not redue, what I had done, free, many times, to help the state, and figure out this federalist system . . . he wanted me to do, tons of work, for exchange for my $300 per month room for rent . . .
I said, I was sick of being one of the best attorneys, listed as number two for civil rights defense, under Gerry Spence the famous, Wyoming Cowboy, and that I am going to stand firm and if he gets with the interested ranchers, and lays $10,000 on the table, what every other attorney, even without water, constitutional, Indian, state and federal law experience would charge to even consider looking at the case, and he chimed in and said, no that would be $15,000 . . . so what are you not getting here?
I have lost the fire in my belly, the issue is being handled through attorneys, who are already getting paid by the state to work and represent them in this, and their interests, so why in the hell should I do it for $300, that is reading over the bull shit report, that the compact committee, that probably paid my sister, double trouble to do, and she wrote a history, rather than a legal and constitutional analysis . . . too fucking bad . . . you FUCKING PAY, MS, NICE GAL, NO MORE!
No wonder attorneys, get retainers! And turn into assholes, and the good ones, don't even get thanked, and they want me to work for the glory of the tits and ass girls! FUCK YOU! AND I SAID THOSE EXACT WORDS . . . IT WENT DOWN HILL FROM THERE, AS YOU CAN IMAGINE, ESPECIALLY, SINCE TONY WAS FUCKING SHELLEY, WHO COULDN'T DO THE WORK, AND HE WAS GOING TO LOOK BAD, JUST LIKE HER! The slave wasn't getting her role right, she doesn't tell the masters what to do, she is to obey and work for free, and we are the master class, who made money on her, making us the masters, but that is beside the point!
IT IS MY FUCKING MONEY TO START WITH!
The slave was loosing her value, and refusing to put out what the masters want from her, so Kill the Bitch! I have learned that a man's heart is where their cock is . . . PERIOD . . . they will protect that with my life! So, I noticed an increasing animosity, sugar coated at best, not home much, AWOL, and didn't even want me to mow the lawn, which I had done on several occasions, so what is up . . . the line between love and hate is very thin, with these guys, especially when they are in the class of guys, that think they are doing you the favor! And I was onto him, being a double, double, and most possibly not even the guy who owned the ranch, at 9 Pipes, under the mountain, in the Mission Range, I refer to as the Nipple! Game on, and the Queen gets to move anywhere on the Chess Board, and the King, only gets one square at a time, so fucking bring it on . . . you may not recognize me as the Queen, but he knows it, and they want a rematch or their new sex interest, your double!
Tony, was an officer in the Marine Corp, trained at FBI Headquarters, at Quantico, VA, so, he was a big shot, and served the Marine Corp. as none other than an instructor for the Marine Snipers . . . total assassination qualifications . . . and a RED, Retired and Extremely Dangerous . . . what do they have to lose, these killing machines, are going out in a blaze of glory! Assassinate Secrist, who has been a pain in the ass to cops, of all levels, with a son worth billions, that we have already robbed, but there is more where that comes form, so make history, and kill her and make everyone happy! I wrote several blogs, that somewhat implicated him and also the newly elected sheriff, with the Missoula PD, already showing hostilities toward me, but behaved themselves, tamed by the fact that they could tell, I knew a whole hell of a lot about the human trafficking and related offenses of domestic violence and sexual assault, hot topics for the city! The fire was going, and the mouth, was hanging around!
GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO--GOD!
I had no more finished my blogs, when I closed the screen, to a YouTube, mix of songs, the first one, the word, GO, GO, GO . . . kept flashing on the screen as the singer, sang. I thought, not again, I am so sick of leaving, being homeless, not knowing if I would have a roof over my head and food, food number one! So, the first song, I tried to dismiss, but it was fucking hard, when those were the only words the guy was singing and that one word, was flashed on the screen about 20 times . . . maybe this is a hint, that something is about to go down in Missoula?
I kind of thought, I don't want to go to Spokane, because, while the ticket had been purchased, under the name of Lynda Buck, with her credit card, to protect me, from the feds, and going under the radar, but, Miles Thorton, wasn't ready for me to come, hadn't gotten his work done, and realizing, this was not about legal help, this was about SEX! Not that the sex wasn't good, but it was amazing, and I wanted it, but, that was not reason enough, for me to go . . . now, it was reason enough, for Miles, who wanted to come down, for weeks, but I told him, things were too unsettled and going as they usually do, to the dogs, hell in a hand-basket . . . I guess, a person that gets from 22 million to 155 million, does have some power, but when I am sitting alone, writing, like I am now, other than I am at the Sunnyview Cafe, at the Kalispell, Medical Center, right now, at 6:44 p.m., not out fucking Tony at his ranch, wearing a blond wig!
So, the second song came on, and that song had the word, GO in it also! Okay, I get it God! So, I took a chance and called, John, who is generally not too flexible, but to my surprise, was totally willing after working all day, to come to Missoula, and turn around and drive back to Kalispell . . . so grateful, really felt he might, just be saving my life . . . I was afraid, Tony would come home and shoot me in my sleep! Once while I was at the ranch, he and another Posse Comitatus member, both said, they even had the number of guys, they would take out, before they were taken out, and what did they have to lose, NOTHING . . . SO NO QUALMS ABOUT DYING OR KILLING!
Great Escape, Followed By Great Escape!
I was hiding in the basement, in my room, in case Tony came home, after being gone, several days with my double, but realizing that his wife, was in an assisted living center in Missoula, and he would have to come home soon, sex or no sex, I also, discovered that he has a place in Polson, another spiritual wife? Wow, these guys have no shame! That penis is number one! And don't let anyone tell you otherwise, I have dealt with many of these guys, it is all about pussy, power, and perks! I left a note, upstairs, telling Tony, before I wrote my blogs, and got the two INTEL MESSAGES FROM GOD--GO!, that I was giving him notice that I would be leaving, the following Wednesday, this was Thursday, the week before!
I thought I heard Tony, come home, and I wasn't going to go up to find out . . . so I stayed in the basement, and waited, thinking that John would be getting in Missoula, about 9 pm, but there was a storm brewing outside, a tempest, if you will, and my gut and GOD, kept giving me this nagging feeling, that I should get out NOW! I already had my shit packed up and the place clean, as clean as it was when I moved in, plus, Tony would be getting a week, last month, when I left, prompted again, heat on, and also a week with me leaving, so whatever food, or what not, would be even. But I hurried out of the house, finding he was not home, but there was nothing to indicate, he had not been home, so out the door I went, figuring he must have gone, like he does most nights, to visit his wife, or whomever, the nurse!
Lightning Sizzled Right On My Head--Then All Hell Broke Out!
I got out, just in time, for the storm clouds, were gathering, dark, purple, and gray, John called, as I sat, watching the impending doom, and told me he had arrived . . . talk about timing! I told him I was waiting at the gas station, already, thinking I better get out of the townhouse! Right as I got off the phone, and stood up, the thunder started to roar, the clouds collided, with a burst of energy, that I heard, and kind of felt, that crackled, like a firecracker, right over my head! Then, the total fury of GOD, hit the Missoula area, blasting, cracking, electrifying, and scary, like he was telling me through the weather, what anger, rage, fury, was just waiting to unleash on me . . . and he had told me two days earlier to GO! And in no uncertain terms, and he was angry, that I risked, waiting the two day!
The city was pounded with a torrential down pore, with sheets of rain, smashing to the pavement, on the roads, on cars, bikers, walkers; I sought cover under a tree, and that wasn't working, and scared me that lightning might hit the tree, from a really pissed off GOD! So, finally, John, showed up, my Knight in Shining Armor--at least for this time, who may, very well have saved my life . . . what is funny or not so funny about stuff like this, is, if you escape, you tend to dismiss the seriousness, of the situation, that God seemed to be scolding me for waiting two days, rather than getting the hell out when he told me, and this was one hell of a tight escape this time . . . 2 and a half years of this, gets a little old, but once you are dead, you are dead, that is it!
WANTED--U TURN INTO DAIRY QUEEN--TWO HIGHWAY PATROLMEN, Scratching Their Heads, Coming From Different Directions, While We Are Watching Them Talk, Then Disperse, Again, In Different Directions, Thinking We Disappeared Into Thin Air!
John Appreciates the Fact I Keep Him In the Dark--or DID!
We Are Not Defenseless--God Delivers From the Lion's Jaws!
On, Sunday, after two church meetings, I ditched through an alleyway, one I have never walked through, never go that way, but decided, given the situation, the threats, and with pending threats up here, in Kalispell, mounting all the time, to the point, I think there is some type of gaming going on, using me as live bait, to train cops, you know the MOST DANGEROUS GAME! With a bounty, or competition, for the cop agency that catches me, wins, now whether I am alive, is begging the question . . . life of the innocent is no game, even if she gives you the ultimate challenge!
Let's not worry about the mob, dirty cops, the posse comitatus, militia, Mormon mafia, corrupt officials, pre-determined, sheriff elections--Tony, when I said, who do you think will win, I want Josh Clark--he said, I think, that it is already determined that TJ McDermitt is the man, seems like the Missoulian and the powers that be have already anointed him the winner, which caused me great consternation, because, I had read an editorial or letter to the editor, on the Opinion section, long before I knew how hotly contested the race was, that there were lawsuits, that leave me wondering how a police man, sues the sheriff department for discrimination, sounded to me like a great way to make a campaign contribution, under the guise of a sealed settlement, in a lawsuit, so the public doesn't know!
Allegedly. one of the country commissioners, on the level with the Sheriff's Department, the one, who allegedly gave the $60,000, to McDermitt, and another $60,000 to Johnson, who is to be his new under-sheriff, definitely causes me to question, not only the ethics, but the possible campaign committee violations, the conflict of interest, over violations of fair political practices laws--seeing the county commissioner was at the campaign announcement party and kick-off of McDermitt . . . I don't see how, to cops can have standing, which you have to have for any lawsuit, to sue the Sheriff Department, being paid by the tax payers! And then seal the deal to the lack of transparency to the voters, the public, etc.! Truth makes reason stare . . . no wonder the cops were so mad at me, I had written this in my blog, or implied it, and added that the Mayor is no longer his boss, nor McDermitt, his boy!
Yes, the storm was brewing--it is becoming the trend in law enforcement to have unified police and firefighter . . . St. Charles, Minnisota, just blended the police with the sheriffs . . . or they are going to, because, in my estimation, the sheriffs, are starting to exercise, their authority against the feds, using the Constitution as their increasing power! I am 100% behind the sheriffs, the bridge between the cop world and the citizens the sheriff's represent, they are an historical and traditional office, with cops and feds coming along later, in some states, like Utah, they can literally, tell the feds when they can come and when to leave their jurisdiction, unless the crime crosses interstate boundaries, or the sheriff wants them to help . . . feds are nameless faceless, entities, that most people don't even know where their local FBI agency is, let alone have representative in law enforcement, and a force that can keep the peace between the people and the feds as happened in both Bunkerville, and Moab, the sheriffs were a peacekeeping force, not interfering, or arresting, but keeping the peace, which is one of their jobs, among many!
The Red Rifle on the Brick Wall--Tells it ALL!
So, I am walking home from church, having just told, Pastor, Dennis, of CrossFire Church, who knows I disappear for months at a time when the heat is on here, for whatever reason, and generally, I don't know, nor have I been served with an information, if I have done something wrong, it is catch if catch can . . . and don't let anyone see you! But, anyway, I turned down this alley, behind, the History Museum, so as to be out of surveillance camera or aerial surveillance trackers from outer space, and was pondering the thought, would Tony really kill me . . . at that very second, I turned a looked at the wall, and low and behold, there was a red stenciled rifle, with a handle, so the shape, was a "T"!
Now, why is that so significant, to me, and why would I make the quantum leap to Tony . . . it all has the way, GOD and I communicate, after 14 years of doing so on a daily basis, with a brain full of symbols, more complicated, but unchanging from year to year, than the federal tax code, is what 3rd husband, one of the originators of this nightmare, Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart . . . but writers, and I am one, having been trained in literature and English, as a major in that area, as an undergraduate student, and Outstanding English Major, of 1986, from Weber State College, now University!
Symbols, like the Scarlet Letter, A, stands for Angel at the end of the story, but Adulterer at the beginning, as the town shuns her for her act, or Herman Melville, making the whale in Moby Dick, white . . . or the Book of Revelations . . . behold the Pale Horse, the Black, the Red and the White . . . all very symbolic of the Four Horses of the Apocalypse . . . I used to have, when my children, where little, a two volume book, the Dictionary of Symbols, used to interpret great works of literature, or my own dreams, so this is a way, I communicate with GOD, after 20 years of not praying, until I was poisoned, I had little need for him, in those days! But that is a very different story now . . .
So, red is the color of power, fame, the famous . . . and in the last day or so, while I was riding on the bus, about Missoula, I noticed a huge red "T" on a sign or marque, by Paul's Pancakes, I think on Brooks and whatever, don't know the city well, but anyway, it was there. Now, I would not put it passed the feds, or whomever, to take it down, or remove it, once I write about . . . they would have you think, me mad, or crazy, so they do that all the time, bury things on the Internet, or whatever! So that was on my mind, and Tony, like I said, 17 year, Sniper Instructor for the Marines! A Harvard graduate in some type of engineering field, I think to do with farms or nutrition. So, the red color would fit his personality, his vocation and his school!
So the second, I thought, would he kill me . . . I turned and there on the brick wall on this building, again, they will erase it, if I write about it, there is this stenciled red rifle, with a handle, that looked about the exact shape of the red "T" on the sign! As if God is telling me, yes, he would have killed you! Maybe that is why, God was so pissed, when I didn't leave, until two days after the GO's! And the storm started rolling in the two days earlier, when he gave me the sign to LEAVE! I just didn't want to, wanted to observe, so I didn't leave prematurely, sounds, like Tony came home, saw my note, thought I was not home, and would not be home, until 10 pm after the Break closes, where I hang out most days or if not, nights . . . and maybe, just maybe, I sneaked out, just in time, between the first visit, which was due, and the night visit to whoever . . . I will listen better next time! God has waited long for each of us, planned for us, prepared us, for our callings in life, has the very hairs of our heads numbered, and the days of our lives, sounds like it wasn't my time to go, but I am sick of this life style . . . I just misspelled the word, "this" and it came out "hits." NOT THE FIRST HIT OUT ON ME, NOR THE LAST!
If God is For You, Who Can Be Against You--All Things are Possible With God! I Have Been Saved Many Times!
