KIDS BY NATURE--LEAN MEAN FAT GRILLING MACHINE, HOW IS THAT FOR AN OXYMORON? NETHERLANDS SHARES FARM IDEAS PROGRAMS WITH MONTANA--FARM AID; KALISPELL'S MIRACLE LEAGUE DRAWS LOTS OF CHEERS--MAKING A LEVEL PLAYING FIELD FOR BASEBALL PLAYERS WITH SPECIAL NEED! COOL. NATIONS EXCHANGING GREAT IDEAS, LIKE THE NETHERLANDS FARM AID, IS THE WAY COUNTRIES SHOULD RELATE, NOT BOMBING THE HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER! THANKS, HOLLAND! WE NEED TO LEARN FROM THE STRENGTH OF NATIONS!

Farm Aid--New program a dose of fresh air for the elderly, people with disabilities . . . why I love this place!

A great program, Maarten Fischer developed through A Plus Health Care, after working on similar programs in the Netherlands and saw how successful they were, so he set up a similar program in northwest Montana, and the programs took off.  I for one can tell you, I dread the day that I would ever be put in a nursing home, a needed and necessary evil.  I know my 83 year old mother, is a gardener, and still maintains a beautiful yard, spending several hours a day in her back yard, tending to flowers, scrubs, digging in the dirt. In fact, my father who is the same age, wants to have his body dumped down a mine shaft, when he dies, and my mother, doesn't want a coffin, because she can't imagine being stuck in a box, and not being able to get her fingers in the soil!

So, when I heard about this program, in the Daily Inter Lake Newspaper, NW Montana Section, A3, Saturday, July 12, 2014, I was thrilled to see that local churches have teamed with local farms to get people who are home bound, elderly or struggling with dementia and other challenges, can get out into the farms, and work in gardens, pet farm animals, and dig in the dirt.  Now, I don't know about you, but Montanans are outdoor loving people, 1 in 5 now days, work either on farms or ranches, and I bet that back in the day, these seniors had vocations at even higher numbers, on ranches and farms, so even more pressing love and passion for the agrarian lifestyle, longing for the familiar and the loved of their pasts.

Gardening is the world's number one hobby, why, because it is so good for the soul, mental health, getting vitamins and minerals from the ground, the vegetables and fruits that come from farms, and getting our hands in the rich black soil and dirt of Montana.  What a wonderful program . . . this is not free farm labor, but a labor of Christian love and sharing, that Montana is so well known for, how totally awesome.  And they say, you can tell the nature of the nation by the way they treat the elderly and children, which rolls us right into the next absolutely amazing activity that this community does for their special needs children who want to play on a baseball team and mingle with friends, families and community members, just like other kids in the world.

Miracle League Baseball

My nature loving, music freak, and hiking buddy, John Bagby, hates, literally hates, sports, because his father pushed him to participate, when he was small, still only stands 5'4" now, at age 41, and with a brother who is an ESPN sports announcer for the Montana Griz or the University of Montana, in Missoula, the sibling rivalry hurts even more . . . bad memories, as a geek in the sports nut family.  However, when I told him about the Kalispell Miracle League Baseball, his ears immediately perked up and he said, that sounds like something I wouldn't even mind, getting involved with.

John, may not be a sports guru, but he is a strong Christian, who practices what he believes.  His father might have ruined him for ever loving sports, but his mother, a principle for a parochial school, Catholic, in Billings, along with the Nuns, taught him a deep understanding of the love of Christ, or pure charity.  I was not surprised, that even in an area of life, he detests, his soul, would love to work with kids, that are sports challenged, maybe mending and healing some of his own issues.

My friend has never been married, nor had kids, and I keep telling him, he needs that experience.  And as a guy with short man syndrome, I call the Napoleon Complex, he needs a wife and kids, and that will cure any one's focus on themselves.  Plus, from what I read from the article, he might come closer to meeting the type of woman his mother is . . . coaching him out of a good/bad relationship with a girl, his parents tried tow warn him about . . . but as most children, they don't listen and need to learn for themselves.  And he did!

To read about the full league, it was in the newspaper, the same day as the above article, but was a front page story, entitled, A Level Playing Field.  The article and the league is interesting and inspiring, Kidsports President, is Dan Johns . . . if you have a child that wants to get involved, or you live in a city that would like more information, he is your contact guy.

Exchange of Nations--For a Better World

I have a special connection to the Netherlands, through the family members.  First my, husband, and the father of my four children, Richard Clifton Secrist, went on a Mormon mission, to the Netherlands or Holland.  The two years he spent among the people of Holland, and the experiences he had shaped his life, he was so impressed with the system of dikes that held back the ocean waters, to give the country more land, and also inspired by the cities and towns, that he came back to the United States and got his degrees in geography and urban development, and became a city planner, to this day, in Mesquite, Nevada, and formerly of Ogden and Provo, Utah.

When our first daughter, Greta was born, I wanted to name her a Dutch name . . . she is called Gretchen, Gretel, and every version of closely related names, because it is not a common name.  I only know of one other Greta, and that is movie star, Greta Garbo, of another generation of time, and had nothing to do with the naming of our daughter; however, I think Garbo is beautiful and so is Greta, movie star material, for sure! Greta was a little prima ballerina, as a child, and she performed at the Weber State College/University performing arts building, where I attended many a communications class, and the outfit, she wore was a dutch skirt and blouse, with tulips on the skirt, if I can remember . . . family pictures have long been stolen or claimed, destroyed, or disappeared, when state battering systems, staked their claims on even my personal family pictures!

Craig Secrist, a nephew and his girlfriend, several summers ago, went to Holland to learn to farm.  They probably went to one of the farms that the Kalispell program director went to, to learn different methods of farming.  And I would guess that Craig, was influenced by my first husband, and his uncle.  I am not sure what Craig has come home to do, but, I am sure the experience in the Netherlands will have a lasting affect on his life, as it did on his uncle's life.  Thank you Holland, you blessed my families life!

Other than the big, Dutch clogs or shoes, with painted tulips, and windmills on them, that were on display in every home we ever had, Zeke, as I call him, learned another valuable lesson on families from the Dutch.  As a Mormon missionary, visiting with Dutch families, he would present the Mormon, family night idea, of spending one night a week, devoted entirely to the family.  The Dutch, just shook their heads, and said, only Americans would be crazy enough to have to set aside a night for their families . . . every night is family night in Holland!  The families would often side around and have a glass of wine, play chess, and other board games, play musical instruments, or enjoy music together, or just watch TV.

Mormons, often have to set aside a night a week for families and a date night for couples, because the church has you so busy, going to meetings with the kids, going in one direction, husband another, and the wife too, that they have little time to spend with each other!  In fact, I would attribute much of my divorce from my children's father, to the Mormon Church schedule and demands, that, to me, now, are ridiculous . . . a million and one things to do to get into Heaven, void of grace . . . much simpler now!  And the extra time, frees you up to do things like Farm Aid and Miracle League Baseball!  

The Strength of Nations

Every nation on the planet, has something of value to give to other nations, either traditions, cultural, educational, thoughts, ideas, programs, and what not . . . so, why don't we share, care, and help, bring about a fucking wonderful world, filled with great ideas and contributions.  Books like Taoism, Koran, Torah, the Art of War, adapted, not to the battlefield, but to business, relationships, and about every area of life, knowledge and ideas from the Greeks and the Romans, etc. . . . thank you for your brilliant scholars that have not only helped me in life's struggles, but enlightened me and challenged me to be a better person, with a broad vision of life, interaction, the world.

This is such an amazing a beautiful world, in all its pain and misery, that we ought to do more to change things, and we have the power, knowledge, tools, energy, and talent to do it.  We can make peace happen! The day of the fighting man, fighting nation, imperialists, treasure hunters, exploiters, slave traders, human body traffickers, needs to end, and be replaced by a world of plenty for everyone, not just the wealthy nations . . . there are enough world resources for all of us, for all to prosper, to enjoy freedom and liberty.

The journey of the world civilizations is absolutely incredible, with growth in technology, industry, ingenuity, space travel, ocean exploration, that think what we could accomplish and do for mankind, if we worked together, pooling all the brain power of man, woman and child, to pull of something truly awesome, rather than racing toward the total destruction of humanity!  I just don't get it . . . why?

I CAME, I RAN, I CONQUERED: THE OFFICER AND THE MURDERER, LOVE'S DEADLY TRIANGLE, TEXAS CADET MURDER, 1997, AND HELPING CHINESE INTELLIGENTSIA AND THE NSA, WITH TRAINING AND EXAMPLES ON WHAT THE FIRST AMENDMENT MEANS, AND WHAT IT DOES NOT MEAN--CHECK OUT THE TWO VERSIONS OF "CRIMES OF PASSION", THE FIRST VERSIONS WAS STOLEN, AND THE SECOND ONE, NOT AS NASTY, IS TOTALLY DIFFERENT, TOOK ME SEVEN HOURS TO WRITE, BUT I WAS NOT GOING TO LET THEM STEAL MY RIGHTS, SO I JUST WROTE AGAIN! LOL! READ MY NOTE ON THE FIRST ONE--PAYBACK! AND PROOF! NSA IS STILL ALIVE! VIOLATING RIGHTS OF PRIVATE CITIZENS!

The tragedy is not that things are broken.  The tragedy is that they are not mended again.  Alan Paton, South African Author (1903-1988)

The Power of a First Impression--You Can Never Make A Second, First Impression!

I got the phrase, I came, I ran, I conquered, off the back of a t-shirt, some kid, going into the Kalispell City Library, was wearing, and I thought, that is basically, the story of my life since coming to Montana, as of somewhere around March to April, of 2012, just months after I got swore in to the United States Supreme Court bar, January 23, 2012, and on the second visit to Montana, having felt inspired, if not driven in life's course, to come to Montana, combined with concurring events taking place, almost simultaneously in Utah. 

However, as good endeavors, were accomplished, starting with the medical marijuana, water compact, testifying on issues from wild horses and burros, to helping people in the law, with issues of guardianship's and conservatorships, a dark shadow of the shadow cruiser, dropping in place after place, taking credit, one by one for any good, I had done in the state, and using people, churches, politicians, clients, friends, to state, that I was other than me . . . as I started this blog, God, as my Intel Specialist, put a movie on my screen, with a picture that looked like on of my doubles, Kay Burningham, who either predated me, as a romantic interest, with my third husband, or took my place, my name, my resume, my children, my cases, and basically stole my identity with the help of government, mafia, family, church, or the combination of such.

And a woman rolled into the second floor, off the elevator, handicapped and in a wheelchair, with blond hair, a shirt that is symbolic of me, known, only to me and my Intel Man, indicating that this crew of criminals, who gain easy virtue, access, and promote themselves or their band of chickettes, who play me, like actresses in a movie, play, or show, continue to pull of this charade, of mistaken identity, and even people who know me, seem to have no qualms of perpetrating a lie.  Or perhaps, it is harder than I think to identify someone, even when, traditionally, a man's eyes will land on a woman's chest first, face after, and can't tell the difference between a size 44 DDD and a handful, or a platinum blond, and a natural, or a brunette or black haired woman, and a blond, a large or tall woman and a shorter woman, or and average height and either a tall or a small size . . . but, giving the benefit of the doubt, let's assume, they just could't remember what I looked like . . . if not, my bad ass con law chick attitude, should have tipped them off!

While I was the one who originally made the first appearance, the frauds, moved in shortly thereafter, with an easy switch.  Just the other day, while riding on the bus, an old bus driver, Alan, who is currently working in the office, but was one of the first drivers, I met, substituted for Sam, and I didn't recognize him after less than a year, being a driver when I jumped on the, in my mind, free bus, when I saw four cop cars, cruising through the Walmart parking lot, where my car was parked, and I was out of gas, after first being driven out of Kalispell and Whitefish by cops, on earlier visits, due to cop networks, and a hatred for me taking on cops, the getting involve in the medical marijuana issue, an apparent false flag attack on the freeway, outside of Hamilton, and a claim that I was dead . . . the substitutes started to roll into Montana, wherever, doing whatever, and taking credit, either through negligence, people being bot, political differences, or whatever would motivate a lie, of this nature, even after, being the one to help the state, interpret laws, save the state money, coaching, training, and doing constitutional and legal analysis for entities, like legislators, and other politicians, and doing it all free of charge.

I have a long history, of doing above average things, in fields I work in, and getting awards, honors, accolades, that I never even showed up to the awards ceremonies for the recognition, or give minor players, the chance to take my place or fill a spot, that belonged to me, as the main mover and shaker, because I had other things to do, so I had no idea, that leaving Utah, where this had already happened, would follow me to Montana, and go from lawsuits, to legislation, presentations, cases, and my blog!  As a do, like good Marines are trained to do, adjust, they just have no problem, taking the next area that I thrive in.

My Barn, My Rules

Perhaps, my Intel Guy, just answered my own question, my friend, Scott, that I know from Cross Fire Church, but kicked out, just walked in, wearing a t-shirt with that saying on it.  And I wondered if that meant, that I am in Montana, who will go by their rules, their preferences, and their politics, much like Utah did, preferring the Hollywood versions of me, even though, these women, are just not that hot, or don't have histories, to back that up, but, the almighty cocks, decided, they just liked these women better than myself . . . two cop cars are just creeping down the back alleys . . . Scott has ratted me out before . . . not breaking laws, just exposing the bull shit, better run again!

I always, always, error on the side of safety!  Who knows where this band of dirty cops, dirty CIA, mafia, family paid hit men and women, will take me, or what they will do with me, when they get me . . . I just don't give them a chance to find out.  Really, to only way to prove to you that I am right, is to be killed, and I am just not willing to go there, so I run . . . I came, I ran, I conquered . . . it is amazing what a small change will do!  I saw one of the bus drivers, Sam, on the wrong road today, over by the Cattleman's Bar, and wondered if that was a sign, that I was to stay off the buses today, bad karma, and I ran into Sam, when I went to get a Diet Coke, he seemed pissed off, remember, he had switched shifts, with Alan, and I was a bit surprised on Friday, Sam normally has the day off, but opts to drive, so I thought something is up.

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I waved at Sam, just across the street from the library, while I finished the Diet Coke I bought, minutes earlier, when I ran into Sam, all most likely on the payroll, of Fat Jack, and enemy crew, he has called the cops or alerted them that I was on the bus before, so . . . no surprises here!  There are territories, and certain rats cover each area, money talks, the Money Code is what drives these people, and if they want to say, Rachel is me, or Shelley, or Kay . . . their barn, their rules, the Kalispell Liars, Pod Squad, the usual suspects, use cops, sporting new white cop cars, and given in this game, launder the awards, through grants, cars, scholarships, foundations, donations, all tax free!

The Pledge

I pledge allegiance to the Cock, of the United Anthony Wiener Club of America, and to the Penis for which we stand, one rogue nation, under pussy, with tyranny and injustice for all! 

With continual thanks to the YouTube Gods, who electronically read my blog, and kick up great movies and music, that reflect, just what subjects, and topics or issues, I have just written on, egging me on to write, more blogs, dealing with asinine clown ass bull shit, like the two movies, listed in the post title, dealing with the alleged of America and British best, military men and women . . . that so perfectly demonstrate some of the points I want to make, and give me actual true life stories of criminal investigations, and cases, that rocked the nation, with their shock value!

The Officer and the Murderer

These are true stories, and really, fact is stranger than fiction, the officer, at issue, don't remember his name, had just been commissioned, a commander over a military base in Canada, under the Crown, of Britain, glad to see that you have your General Betray Us too!  This guy was a sick puppy, but from all intents and purposes, was an upstanding military man, relatively handsome, in fact the quote at the beginning of this blog, was written by an Alan Paton, we all know who General Paton was, involved in the efforts in Russia, stopping Hitler's troops, and saving the allied forces . . . my fourth husband, the substitute for Allan Rex Bess, my real client who was killed a doubled, by Frank of Inter Pol or Paton for this special op called steal, kill and destroy, JoAnn S. Secrist!

Why, to protect $700 plus, million worth of cases against, Homeland Security, Department of Justice, CIA, FBI, securities entities, state and federal, National Guard, California and Utah Prison systems, Iron County, Nevada, and so forth and so on . . . brought in specialist from NORAD, Delta Forces, not Marines, but Intel!  Allan Paton Bess, took over the troops, of local cops, local attorneys, and judges, threatened to either lie, side with them, or die . . . not much of a choice!  I am much more understanding that the liars would think, money is just not a big deal to me, but my fucking name and identity is, plus, if I decide to help Montana, and others, I don't need credit, but I sure has hell, don't want my enemies to get the credit!  And then use money and people against me!

Back to the movie, this British bad boy, was into originally, looking up women in his community, or under his command, and first, taking their bras and underwear, then it escalated to breaking in and tying women up, making them change underwear, pose and take pictures, blind folded and gagged, then releasing them.  And then that was not a challenge enough, and it got amped up to underwear thrills and murder!  Another interesting Intel from my guy, the first woman this base commander or general killed, was a woman under his command, a pilot, who refused his sexual advances, and request for French lessons, access to her, and that triggered the murder . . . 

The victim's last name, was Comeau, in my symbolic tax code brain, that my Intel guy who reads my brain, like someone who has been feeding me signs, symbols and protecting me for 14 years, knows that the last name of the woman killed, was a sign to me, that assassin, Chink Chick, one of the China Dolls, who had been riding the bus, talked to me, and has disappeared since, that I became aware of by a movie called China Dolls, really did come @ U, after I retreated twice!  And her intent was to kill, and may have been directed by Allan aka Frank of Inter Pol aka Paton, who was rejected by me, not only sexually, but as a husband . . . and has been trying to kill me for 2 and a half years, using the state battering systems to abuse, intimidate, threaten, chase, and approved or sanctioned attempted homicide!

Love's Deadly Triangle--Don't Flatter Yourselves, Brett & Kay!

In this movie, you have a young hot to trot couple, with the girl, delaying her boyfriend, encouraging them to wait for sex, until they are married.  He, like most high school guys, athletes, with a bright future in the military, good looking, and whatever, convinces her to give up her virginity to him, and within several days, he convinces another chick to give up hers!  Get real girls!  The second girl, asks the guy, outright, if he has a girlfriend, and says, she does not sleep with other girls, guys . . . has always been my code!  One chick, the first one, and the guy, had already gotten sort of engaged, and when he tells, the dark haired chick, that he slept with the blond, she says, the only way to fix this, her devastation of losing her virginity to this fucker, was to murder the blond . . . a little close to home, only throw 4 great kids in the mix, and few billion dollars, great resume and cases, for the loser attorney, 15 years head start, and you are getting the picture, a set up from the first, or ID Network stars, Couples that Kill!

The murder is originally blamed on a kid named Brian, my son, Elliot, bass guitarist for God's Revolver, has an uncle named, Brian, so this character and his part in the movie, also took on significance . . . and I just saw a book next to me, down in the kids section of the library, where I ditched to, I used to leave the state, but now, I do less drastic and costly hiding, but genius guitarist, is someone, like the book, entitled OUR SUN OR SON, whom Kay and Brett want to claim as theirs, replacing their loser kids, has a crush on the murdered girl, and between meds (Elliot not on) and alcohol (whiskey . . . wild work out in band, and shots of whiskey), can't remember if he called the victim on Sunday night.  So, the cops, much, like I believe happened, in the framing of my son, to get him to release his music to the modern day, Bonnie and Clyde, who stole, set up the fake band, and promoted, GOD'S REVOLVER MUSIC, AROUND THE GLOBE, did this to my son, set him up on a murder!

And the Fucking Cops, FBI, Just Can't Figure Out, that Simple DNA Testing Would Determine Both Maternity and Paternity!  Cops are Part of the Problem, Neither of Those Fuckers Even Look Like Elliot, but They Sure As Hell Could Pass For Isaac's Parents!

Kay suffers from male pattern baldness and so does baby Isaac!  I guess we are just so fucking unsophisticated and backwards, that we just can't test DNA, and stop crimes that have spanned at least 14 years, and have netted the crime syndicates, billions of dollars!  Just like the alleged, All American Couple, murderer and his girlfriend, fiance, both go into the military, to achieve their highest potential . . . at least the young couple, unlike Kay and Brett, really do, on their own merits, go to the Air Force Academy and Annapolis!  To reach my full potential, Brett and the Wiener Club of America, came up with some fucked up game, that they decided that Kay earned being ME!

Kay Burningham Brown Buttars Stuart/Stewart, may have been smarter in high school, but by the time I figured out the brain game, and my claim to fame, she couldn't hold a candle to me, which brought about the BAD BLOOD between us, or in her mind, plus, me dumping Brett's sorry excuse for a husband's fucking ass, after a weekend with Kay . . . they planned!  You see, before I got PIX, Kay was fired by her boss/partner attorney, who at the time, was my boyfriend, she begged me to meet, and go out with, so she could get a job with him, after her second husband, David Buttars, dumped her sorry, lazy ass, for a Molly Mormon, who had a black lesbian lover!  LOL!

Top of the line, gentleman's club, un-extraordinaire!  I dumped all of your sorry ass, CIA, FBI, Mormon, alleged elite, this was payback, but the girls, you picked, were all canned by their spouses, boyfriends, lovers, and husbands . . . hell, Shelley's, second husband, David Yeman, at their engagement lunch, slipped his knees, between my legs under the table!  I never told Shelley, so as not to hurt her, for she was allegedly carrying his baby . . . and he dumped her when she wasn't, I can't remember which mutt that child came from!

Eventually, the Murdering Cadets, Get Caught!  Just As These Guys Should Have!

The girlfriend, tied in murdered and knee deep in blood, finally, tells some roommates about the murder, and were girls who took the military code of honor very serious, and turned the girl in, and finally, the guy was caught, when friend was interviewed by the cops, who, unlike the ones, that I am aware of, have done in this case, refuse to give up, until the murdering couple is caught!  

There is one scene, that is hauntingly disgusting . . . this good looking, Kay and Brett, not close, look wise, but this attractive couple, other than the murder, were excellent young adults, pose for a couple's picture, just before she is ordered to return to her home town, to face the fire, and the couple, both dressed up their individual military uniforms, and striking couple, standing in front of the American Flag, made me think, of Brett marrying me, to sub in Kay, as the constitutional law attorney, who had done many great things to further the American cause . . . but, my antics were against cops; therefore, they decided, or were bot, and lied, many knowing me, and said, that Kay, as Me, and that my son's music was Isaac's, now they want to claim my son, Elliot, as theirs, the ones who framed him, stole his music, that was copyrighted, and pulled off the heist of the century, easily, because all levels of cops, were in on the fraud! 

Standard for Choice, Was Not Smart v. Dumb, but Fat v. Thin!  I, as a Cop, Would Rather be Beaten by, Even a Fat, Smart Attorney, Than a Thin Stupid One!

My Intel guy, just sent in two women, one was fat and the other was thin!  The fucking penis club, didn't want their stupid asses kicked by me, fat now, but not so, at all, when they poisoned me!  Greg Erickson, an attorney, and worth $40 million, as one of the founders of Orbit Irrigation, in North Salt Lake, wouldn't have given a plug nickel for Kay!  I was thin, classy, dressed well, on top of my game, when I was poisoned!  After Kay got hired, and was jealous as hell, of me, always, was, always, will be . . . she would try to join me and Greg, in his office, separate, but that he shared with Kay, until she couldn't pull of a trial!  LOL!  I substituted in for her, at his request, and she hated him and me for that . . . I was as innocent as a new born attorney, just helping my love interest out, after Kay got canned!  Brett was payback to me!  You two deserve each other . . . once a cheater, always a cheater, balance of power, I guess!

Greg and I would be talking in his office, with the door shut, and Kay would knock and come in, interrupting conversations about the law, judges, cases, legal theories, and building a law practice, together, I had taken pictures of office buildings in Provo, to start to help that joint project along.  But, Kay, would come in, sit on the floor, and start doing stretches, showing off cleavage, her flexibility, lifting her leg, behind her head, and doing kind of like drill team or cheer-leading type muscle warm-ups.  Greg, unlike Brett, was disgusted and appalled at her lack of professionalism as an attorney, never fell for her feminine wiles, and told me, behind closed doors, that disgusted him!  Like it would most professionals!  Kay, NOT!  

The Tits & Ass Brigade Are Gals for the Money!

I remember, Kay, getting pissed off, after having to deliver something up to Greg at his 10,000 ft. home, up around Eagle View, or whatever the area is called, overlooking the Great Salt Lake, in the Bountiful, Val Verda Area, of North Salt Lake, kind of near, old flame, Larry Walls, home he grew up in, and Kay telling me, that if I married Greg, I would have a bigger house than her . . . it took Greg, three months to get me to the point that I even cared what his house looked like.  I didn't give a rat's ass, and I was busy as hell!  Greg, finally, had me look at an appraisal done by the bank, when the property division of his divorce to overly thin, Bonnie, doped up on diet pills, therefore, the judge awarded, Greg custody of all but their youngest son!  

I am not a fucking gold digger like Kay, Shelley, Rachel, Sue, my father and mother, the Mormon Church, cops, Brock, Rice, Cheeks, nor am I vindictive . . . they have brought this on themselves, and shame on the cops, investigators, and detectives that have let this go on for years! Brett and Kay, like Allan, and the real life murderers, were never even suspected of lying, but I was continually, even though, every ounce of evidence, supports what I am saying . . . living on the streets, staying at shelters, having car and truck, either blown up or taken, riding the bus, and on and on!  Showing up all tailored and clean, with diamonds and jewels, in nice vehicles, doesn't fit this story at all!  None dare call it conspiracy!

What Does a Smart Person Look Like?

The statement, military brass, made when the charges were brought against the general, and the kids too, to some extent, was I would sooner have believed the Pope to have done this than the General!  Stupid, stereotypical projections and profiling . . . these are exactly the people, you should first suspect, basically, because the masses are asses, and can't match a story, with the facts, the evidence, and even believe their own dumb ass minds, when they even see me writing my blog . . . one dumb fuck, who I showed my blog, after he witnessed, me, not him, being blocked from Internet access, as was the case, at Roseaurs and Super I, if the troupes figure out where I might write the next blog, only surprises work, said . . . I have a hard time, believing the woman I am talking to, wrote this amazingly smart blog . . . he had just read a few!

The other day, in the local, fun paper, the Kaleidoscope, around the 4th of July, they listed all the tragic deaths that the founding fathers, or the signers of the Declaration of Independence, suffered, for their part in the revolutionary war against the Brits.  House on fire, murders, hangings, family killed, and so on, and I told the guy reading the excerpt to me, that things haven't changed much in 238 years!  My life is very similar to the revolutionaries of that day . . . I am just trying to mend, what is broken!  But, somehow, we started talking about, modern day troubles, presidential candidates, and he is somewhat aware of my travails, and I said, thank God, people back in the day, were not as shallow as we are today, thinking that politicians, need to be Barbie and Ken, Barack and Michelle, or Mitt and Anne!  

George Washington had wooden teeth, and was not great looking, Ben Franklin, bald and fat, Abe Lincoln, down right ugly, but an amazing president!  Some of the founding fathers, couldn't get a date, others never married, or when they did, it was late in life, some just fucked slaves, for relief!  Come on . . . since, when did attorneys, male and females, who sit on their asses, look that great!  I did before the government poisoned me.  I remember, Rachel, sister, and double, flight attended and P.E. major, world focused on looks, say to me, as a young or new attorney, who always, dressed and looked nice, but never spent time thinking much about looks, said, Oh, Jo, you think about your looks!  

I said, if you mean, that I get up and take a shower, get dressed and put on make up and do my hair, yes, but I hang out with fat, smart chicks, who care more about winning a case, that going to get a pedicure or manicure, facial or hair highlights!  Careers that fit!  Rachel had a college major that helped her stay fit, and she worked in the shallow, glamorous world of the airlines, I was in a government issue office, in the Capitol, worrying about saving victims of domestic violence and sexual assault!  I was presentable!  So, please, cop world, penis paradise, don't insult me with flight attendants, bad attorneys, biologists, historians, janitors and single mothers!  Smart is as, smart does!

More Than Seven--Brand of Condom

This morning as I hike up the Pig Farm Trails, just off Farm to Market Road, there was a small package on the ground . . . being the curious blogger, who is always looking for catchy statements, or titles, to use as attention grabbers, I was thinking about my blog, and noticed this bit of trash, and realized it was a condom, but the name on the garbage was, More Than Seven . . . now a male, might look at that as you can use this condom, more than seven times, or they might take it as a challenge, in this male culture of cocks, dicks, and penises, I have been dealing with for years, but I took it as God, my Intel Guy, telling me, there were more than seven woman, claiming credit for my work, or claiming to be me!

My mind, ran through the usual suspects: Shelley, Kay, Susan, Rachel, Kelly, Tiffany, Georgeanna--had just seen a truck with a fake license plate that said, Ronan, to most would be the name of a Montana town, but to me Ron An . . . Ron is the husband of Georgeanna, the client, I first helped, up here in Kalispell, last April, or so, whom I wrote a 20 page brief and then a 28 page brief, with attached living wills, and other legal documents, that kicked the shit out of the Judge's ruling . . . I, due to not being, officially licensed in Montana, had Georgeanna, write her contact information on the top, doing the work, pro se, with me listing my name as her legal coach . . . Court Clerk, Allison, with the same last name as the judge, allegedly refused to take the second brief; however, due to attorneys in Helena, having heard of the brief and the case, and the attorney, local, I crucified along with the judge on the second brief, Georgeanna, was told, she could take credit for writing the stellar, above average brief, one of U.S. Supreme Court level expertise, plus, being a former staff attorney for the Utah Division of Aging, so not a dummy in this area of law!  Then we have clients, Kay Lynn Reilly, and Rebecca Newell-Baker, two other Utah cases, I traveled back and forth to help.

Then, I can't forget, son-in-law, Dallas Hyland, going to help him, with his case against Dixie State University, with a new civil rights attorney, Aron Prisbey . . . I was listed as #2 in the nation, several years ago, for civil rights defense . . . but I encouraged Dallas to get an outside attorney, but most would be the run of the mill, or Dallas could be claiming one of the gals did it . . . mother-in-law, Shelley, Sue or Rachel?  Who knows how many, who and what constitutes the pile of shit, burying me, so I am not seen by the naked eye, nor held in the high esteem, I should be, for all the great briefs, cases, and legal wrangling I have done, in both states!  Guilty of a Selfie!  Dragnet, only the facts!

DOWN & DIRTY ON FIRST AMENDMENT

If you look at the blog, several back, entitled, Crimes of Passion . . . you will see that there are two with the same titles, at least to start with, but they are entirely different.  That is because, I wrote the first one, and the NSA, or someone, they allowed to hack in or try to stop the publication or the material contained in the blog . . . good shit, froze my computer, with YouTube, music, playing the same note over and over, and me, not being able to find the cursor to stop the repetitive beat, nor get to save or publish my blog . . . Intel guy, just informed me, that, my blogs are the same, they must have hacked in, left different titles, and put the second blog text in place of the old or the first one, that was brutal to the bitches . . . bastards took promises and oaths to protect the twads and their sexual interests and the girls . . . fuck the money maker me . . . they love to hate women like me, and love to love the ones who cry and fuss when they get the truth told!

Anyway, someone connected to the penis club, protecting the government harem, put the deep freeze on the blog and stopped it, so I shut my computer, hoping to save the material and return later . . . this is what we would call the interference with my first amendment rights, of freedom of speech.  Not only to redress grievances with my government, but to say whatever the hell I want!  The NSA, has never served me personally with a warrant to notify me of any probably cause of a crime being committed . . . as for swearing and such, tons of musicians and writers, blogger do . . . and as per the possible charge of slander and libel . . . truth is a defense!  So, my ass is covered on that one too.

Oh, I probably wrote about the Salish-Kootenai Water Compact, and Senator Verdell Jackson, who lost his attempt to enter into the lawsuit, as a John Doe!  LOL!  Shelley or Kay probably wrote the fucking alleged legal brief, or interjection!  Should have stuck with the one who really knew the water compact and the law . . . not the fake bitches, trying to pass themselves off as me, or the ones who did it.  I guess you were working with Tony Osthemeier, with his dick in Shelley!  LOL!  Who screamed at me, that the ranchers and irrigators would lose, if I didn't write a constitutional analysis for him, and a legal brief, so he could get in on the action as a John Doe also!  

I Opted Out of the Girl Fight!  To the Boy's Clubs Dismay!  LOL!  Stopping the Blog is a Violation of My Constitutional Rights, 1st, 4th, 5th, 6th, 9th, and 14th!

THIS MACHINE KILLS FASCISTS: JESUS CHRIST IS ENOUGH FOR ME--THE PERFECT LAW OF LIBERTY; TWO TEAMS, ONE TROPHY . . . LIFE TAKES COURAGE. AN EXTRAORDINARY LIFE, TAKES UNCOMMON COURAGE! JESUS IS THE WORD, AND THE WORD IS SHARPER THAN A DOUBLE-EDGED SWORD! EVERY WORD HE SAID, WAS A FIGHTING WORD, WITH THE SANHEDRIN, MADE UP OF PHARISEES AND SADDUSEES, ANY REVOLUTIONARY THOUGHT, BRINGS ON A FIGHT WITH THE LEARNED MEN OF THE LAW! JUST SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT JESUS, KIDS, PARENTS, AND THE STATE LAWS ON DISCIPLINE, ABUSE, WORKING WITH DCFS OR CPS, COMPLAINTS--COMMENTS FROM MY EXPERIENCES RAISING 4 STELLAR CHILDREN, IN THE LAW, TEACHING FAMILY LAW, AND FROM THE BIBLE!

Deliverance of a Different Kind

Back in the days, before Christ's birth, when the children of Israel were under Roman Law, and rule, under constant taxation, threat of imprisonment and fear of death, the people were looking for a savior, that was promised by their prophets and wise men, would come.  So, when Jesus came, not as a military leader, but one teaching the principles, of love, charity, kindness, mercy, turning the other cheek, walking the extra mile, and the inheritance of the earth belonging to the meek, the pure in heart, and the repentance, the people or many of them, rejected his message, missing the missing the more victorious triumph and deliverance, a superior kind, that would transcend death, hell and eternal damnation.

Roman soldiers walked the streets of Jerusalem, Copernicus, Nazareth, and other cities Jesus frequented; however, Jesus had little conflict with the Romans, for he rendered unto Ceasar, what was Ceasar's, and gave to God, what was God's, even Pontius Pilot, found no wrong in this man, the Jews called to be crucified, but did, have many differences with the Sanhedrin, or the learned men of the law or the Jewish high councils, his thoughts were foreign and strange to this group of Jewish scholars, and they didn't like this blasphemous, man claiming to be the literal Son of God!  Children, the sick, the lame, the prostitute, the sinners were his crowd, humble fisherman, tax collectors, with an occasional physician, were among his friends and disciples.  Much as in the world today, that particular group of individuals, are not looked up to, admired, or even given the time of day.

In a world, where many of the countries of the world are oppressed, beaten down, murdered, and enslaved, imprisoned, sold by fascists regimes, much like the Romans of old, who ruled with an iron fist, using whips, chains, inflicted pain, desolation and despair, among their lower classes, or not those in the ruling class.  And just like, in the days of old, Jesus, offers much more than just food and drink, but he is the living bread and water of life, literally, who the son sets free, who the son sets free, is free indeed!  His law is the perfect law of liberty, making his believers, children of God, but joint heirs with him, to have all that our Father which are in heaven has to offer . . . simply for taking up his cross, and following him!

Nothing Will Separate Us, From the Love of God--Accept Our Own Beliefs

Just recently, the pastor of Fresh Life Church, Kalispell, Montana, traveled to England and Budapest, where 33 people accepted Christ and turned their lives over to him.  It is interesting, during that same time period, there was a pastor from the Church of England, or the Anglican Church, who visited Whitefish, if I remember, and was planting the seeds for a church here . . . competition?  I don't know, I believe in no establishment of religion, the freedom to practice if you want, and a huge separation between church and state, the constitutional approach.  So to me, each man, woman and child, is ultimately responsible for their own lives, relationship with God, or even to not have a relationship with God, that is a personal choice and studies have shown that people who attend church, are happier, overall, but again, I don't believe in forcing people to be happy.

But there was one thing that concerned me, and I guess you would say this goes to options, understandings and opportunities to worship as you please.  As this world gets more and more connected, and with many teachings in common, with the great religious teachers of the earth, I do however, worry about those who do not know Jesus Christ, are not given an opportunity, or the teachings, that might be of use to them in not only their personal lives, but in their feelings and beliefs in the afterlife . . . and this comes from my experience with a former wife, Japanese, of 24 years, married to my favorite cousin, who just recently went through a divorce after a long and relatively happy marriage, with one draw back, their beliefs and understandings of Christ, she was Buddhist, with many of the solid human relationship rules and dictates, but when the sunami hit Japan, several years ago, she was devastated, wanted my cousin to sell everything they owned in America and move to Japan, to be by her aged mother.

Basically, she freaked out, because, she didn't believe in an afterlife, nor that the people who lost loved ones, would ever see them again, that created much anxiety, fear, crying, devastation in her life, and ultimately in his.  My cousin, served a Mormon mission in Japan, and spent at least 17 years of his 24 year marriage over in Japan, mainly, then wanted to move back to the states, as his own parents aged.  I was sad, not only to see a long term marriage break up, but to know over the years, Edwards, passion for Jesus Christ, in his life, not only from his Mormon upbringing, but from his exposure to the Urantia Book, with about 2,000 pages on the life of Christ.  He always longed to be able to speak about religious concepts, principles, and thoughts, and that was the one element missing in his relationship, and perhaps, many.

Pastor Levi in Budapest

Last week, at Church, Pastor Levi, spoke to us, from Budapest.  He went into a little of the background on the name of the city . . . that it actually used to be two cities, Buda and Pest, and eventually, the two cities merged into one, and took on the word, or name, Budapest.  As he spoke of the words, making up the various parts of the current name, my mind wondered, to the thought, Buddha is a Pest . . . don't get offended, because I don't mean it the way, I am sure it sounds, but, the teachings of Buddha, like Christ is often referred to, is considered a great teacher, leader, and religious thought leader, but as far as I know, neither, Buddha, nor Mohammad, ever claimed to be, the Son of God, the Savior of the World!  

The devil is in the details, in and of the fact, that with no concurrent teachings of Christianity, or of the saving mission of Jesus Christ, making us conquerors over death, leaving us without a belief in the afterlife, I personally, believe that Buddha was doing a disservice to his people.  I don't know the coronological order of the prophets, in regard to Christ; however, I do know, that what you don't know, could hurt you, as it did my cousin's wife.  I do believe that she could have been comforted, by the fact that she would indeed, not only see her mother, but the 250,000 people who lost their lives, in the Sunami, would surely live again, and see their loved ones again.  In that I find great comfort, no fear of death, nor dread, that someone I love will be forever gone.

The Dream, The Big Bad Wolf, My Brother, Angels & The Afterlife

That is just too damned final for me.  I had a brother die when he was 48 years old, leaving 10 children and a wife.  Just the other night, I had a dream, that Richard, who had been dead for 10 years, appeared out of now where, and when a wolf, approached me in a city setting, he backed me behind him, and having a newspaper in his hand, rolled up, extended his arm, with the newspaper in his hand, toward the wolf, who approached me, never snarled, growled, but did come closer, but was kept at arm's length, by my dead brother.  In the dream, I said, thank you . . . most people don't find me too sympathetic of a person, and think I am more than able to fend for myself; however, Richard, said to me . . . that is my job!

I have never thought much of angels, or guardian angels, I know people talk of them, but, for one of the rare occasions in my life, I truly felt protected.  I am not a crier either, in fact, I never shed a tear at his funeral, never really believed he was dead, in fact, given what I am going through now, thought he probably didn't die, but it was a government charade, and they figured he was such a great husband and father, that he was entitled, under Mormon Law, to take another wife, and breed 10 more kids with a younger wife!  So, this dream, really took me by surprise, but also, let me get a glimpse into a possible afterlife, and what we might be doing there . . . Richard, was protecting his sister, much like he had done in life!  I love you, Rich.

Some claim, to have experienced, near death, or afterlife experiences, and have come back to life, to live to tell of what they see.  I have no reason to doubt their tales or experiences, but believe that, as they say, death is just like walking from one room into another, that simple.  Some have said that they walk through a tunnel, into a blinding light, with Christ waiting with open arms . . . that's sounds much better than Satan, sticking his pitch fork in my butt!  It has been said, that there are no atheists in fox holes and prisons, and many do find, salvation there, in fact, I had the whole Christian Brotherhood, in the Draper Prison, in Utah writing me . . . sad to say, I was too busy to write them back.

Jesus Said, Suffer the Little Children to Come Unto Me

He also said, that if anyone harms one of these little ones, it would be better for them to have a millstone, tied around their necks, and drowned in the depths of the sea!  Christ is our leader to take us into a New Beautiful World, away from the wages of sin, but also, from the natural man, woman and child, showing us a better way to live, relate to people, conduct ourselves in government, as bosses, worker, mothers and fathers, and much, much more.  But, a situation came up yesterday, that was not only a concern for me, in Utah, as children were taken from their parents, my daughter-in-law, included, without merit, after even winning a lawsuit, with many similar stories throughout the state, but with many here in Montana too.

Don't even ask me how, I got into the conversation about a McDonald worker, having her child taken from her and her husband, by Child Protective Services.  This woman, gave me a skeleton sketch of her case, and I told her I would write about it.  She came to me today, and told me she had been crying all day, and needed to give me a few more details about her son, and what happened to her.  First of all, she cannot have her own child, and she and her husband adopted a that was older, I have listed age 6, in my notes.  The child had PTSD, or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, from being abused in a previous home, I am not sure if that is a foster home, or his original family home.  

But, Samantha, who told me I could use her name, said, one night, around Memorial Day, 2013, after having the child for a year, her husband lost his temper and used a belt to spank the child, allegedly abusing the child, the neighbor heard, and called CPS, and the boy was removed from the home.  Now, the mother, never abused the child, and is now facing termination of parental rights, due to failure to protect.  I asked Samantha, if she herself had been abused, she said yes, but she had done nothing, and was loosing her child.  In my not so humble opinion, and from experience, I find, that child protective services in both Utah and Montana, not the first story I have heard, in fact, many, are too slow to remove the really abused children, and take ones that are marginally abused.

I Would Have Been More Traumatized By Removal, Than the Abuse

When I was practicing law, dealing with abused women, children, and the elderly, from the legal perspective, and also teaching family law, my mother told me one day, and I was in my 40's, that I had been abused as a child, although, I didn't remember it, which explains a great deal of my aversion to authority, any type of power and control, and my passion to defend the powerless, and the oppressed!  My father was not an abuser, but he did, one time, spank me, over and over again, to get my mother's point across, until the next morning I was black and blue from my shoulders to my knees!  Today, prison time, removal, and possibly jeopardizing a family of 8!  

I refused to cry, and stood up and said, I just brush it off!  Abuse or a willful child, with a mother who wanted me punished, and a father, not mad, but trying to get the point across, and I probably didn't even remember what I did wrong . . . but I will say, the abuse, I suffered has benefited many.  Before I knew of the spanking, that crossed the line, people, would ask me after a presentation, on domestic violence, if I was a victim, I would laugh, and say, no, I am more likely to be the abuser, than the abused, but a state and nation . . . the situation, while not advised, might lead to a profession, in the field, and may just have been the right course for a life, sometimes our weaknesses, or that of our parents, becomes our strength.  

As I talked to Samantha, I thought of the total devastation, that removal might have been, how different my life may have been, with an overzealous child protective service . . . that, rather than, do what state law, at least in Utah suggests, that only in the cases of serious bodily injury, sexual assault, or a threat to life and limb, or failure to seek medical attention, all other forms of abuse, should be handled by keeping the child with the family, and providing services to aid and help the family, stay in tact, if possible.  The standard, is generally, what is in the best interest of the child!

There is a new development in family law, child reunification, to be exact, that they are finding, the bonding, between a parent and child, even in the situation of drugs, alcohol, and even abuse, is so strong, that most kids, if given a choice, would prefer their natural parent, any time over an foster, or adoptive parent situation. And in more progressive legal states and jurisdictions, judges are actually returning children to parents, who had previously, lost their parental rights.  New studies list a whole list of considerations.  But, I think the true problem is the fact that DCFS or CPS, is failing to follow, the plain and simple language, intent and history, behind the laws and standards of legislative recommendations, to do all in its power to keep the family together, through support and services, and they are just going in a taking the child away, making money through adopting them out, or putting them in foster homes!

Courts are just as guilty, for destroying families, rather than following mandates to use the least intrusive means, in handling sensitive family issues!  The balance of power between the branches of government: (1) the legislative branch, makes the laws, and usually with committee meetings, testimony, and hearing the stories that make them pass a particular law, from parents and state workers alike; (2) the executive branch, enforces the laws, that is the preview, that DCFS and CPS would fall under, they don't make new laws and standards, nor be more invasive in families than the law makers say they can; and (3) the judicial branch, interprets the law, they don't just follow, assistant attorney generals, who are bulldozing parents, and taking away children . . . Utah had a 26,000 case, backlog, on termination of parental rights, I was shocked they could even do that!  I had volunteered to help with the backlog, not knowing what it was, but when I heard, I got up and left the room.

God is a Better Child Placement Agent than the STATE!

This to does not mean, I don't think there are good adoptive parents, and, like in Samantha's case, she loves her son, is doing all CPS is making her do, which I think is very burdensome, but she has to attend, domestic survivor's group, counseling every week, weekly visitation, and psych evaluations.  I have had clients, that are being more damaged, by having to leave their children to attend court ordered classes, than the damage of the abuse, and the kids have generally forgotten, or never thought of it again, like I did, and are on with life.  Too many times, they, remove the bread winner, and put an even worse burden on the parent who never did abuse or hurt the child, and I know of cases, where the father was ordered to leave the home, as a condition for the mother to keep her children . . . no abuse, just a slap on the head, of an unruly child, state laws allow, parents, to use corporal punishment to discipline a child, especially one who is out of control, in a public place, doing it because the child knows it embarrasses the parent at their work. 

And, we wonder why kids are brats today, the Bible recommends or warns, spare the rod and spoil the child!  I only had to spank my daughters once, the boys never.  But is was always an option, if they got out of control, for no good reason, like a late night at Lagoon, overly tired and worn out, is expected, but just manipulating and throwing tantrums, hell no!  I used time out with my kids, and that seemed to work, most of the time; however, I was not opposed to stiffening the punishment, if they needed it.  I hate bad behaving kids . . . I was always, firm, but fair . . . that seemed to work!

When Does A Parent Cross the Line From Corporal Punishment, to Abuse?

Every year, in my family law classes, as we covered this subject, and got opinions, we had great discussions, stories, the good, the bad and the ugly.  I personally, just pushed my daughter, into her room, once in anger, and felt, that I had crossed the line, without hurting her, or even coming close to abuse, I had acted out of an emotion, rather than being the good parent, who acts out of discipline, for the best interest of the child, training, and teaching the child.  One of the best pieces of advice I ever got, as a parent, was to deal with your children, as if you were their counselor, not their parent, unemotionally removed, and make the best judgement call, and punishment, using natural consequences for choices and behaviors.

Parents, don't get an instruction manual, with each child, to tell them what means of discipline works, and what doesn't, we are all human, have pressures and demands, that may actually, make us a bit out of control at the time . . . but, I knew in my heart, that this was not the way to deal with my child, and that was the last time I ever just reacted out of natural instincts, to strike out.  I became the unemotional and removed counselor.  Too many times, parents, discipline, based on how the child's behavior reflected on them as a parent . . . not too cool, what would the neighbors think, is not a great standard for discipline!

Failure to Protect Children from an Abusive Spouse Laws, I Never Liked!

The problem with these type of laws, is, it makes the actions of one parent, responsible for the actions of the other.  I have a firm sense of justice, and this is not just to me.  I believe in boundaries, jurisdiction if you will, your rights and your responsibilities are restricted to your nose, and your person.  Again, this has to be used with prudence and thought . . . if you can protect a child, we are, as parents responsible for our children, but two abused people is not cool either.  I don't know the kid, but it seems that a mother, who booted her husband out of the house on her own, is complying with all the requirements, of reunification, and may have done all she could, should not be held responsible for the abusers, or alleged abusers, conduct and the consequences of his actions, when his actions are not within her control!

I don't know, the facts, the child's behavior, or how fast the father may have used the belt on him, but, I just don't believe, that Samantha, should lose her rights as a parent, because he was an ass!  The child does have past trauma, and Samantha, was understanding PTSD, and protecting him from his dad, she said, that she would work with his counselor, and work with his school, no matter how many times her son needed to go, but they still said, she could not protect the child . . . hell, the mother was not even home at the time the father, took a belt to the child!  Now, if the courts, CPS and case workers, who lied, and were fired, can tell me, how in the world, the mother, could have protected the child, when she didn't even know that it happened, until she got home, is beyond, my wildest imagination?

To Me, This Case is Nothing But A Tragedy--Just Do What They Say!

I know that the state has a special role in protecting children, but, in this case, it seems, that they are taking a child, out of another home, one where the mother is doing all the courts told her to do, and she was not even home, and now, she is paying for her husband's crimes, under what legal theory is this systemic abuse being perpetrated against the mother!  And inadvertently against the child?  There is no magical formula for raising, rearing and bringing up a great kid.  Abused kids turn out fine, spoiled kids turn out shitty . . . but I do, know, that the natural parent/child bond is strong, and many kids, even love their abusers, and many survive! And many kids are given everything, never spanked, and end up protected by their parents in the schools, on the streets, and in the courts, and that is not in their best interest.

I know many exceptional people, myself included, who were spanked with belts, spoons, paddles, hands, and in my day, nobody thought anything about it, the neighbors and teachers spanked kids, my 6th grade teacher, Mr. Hallows, used to hit his students, with a ruler or yard stick, some hard enough to bring tears, even chased me into the girl's restroom, where I thought I would be safe, NOT! and the we learned our lesson and we obeyed, helicopter parents, drive me fucking insane!  He was my favorite teacher, and he followed my junior high and high school years, calling me and congratulating me, when I won an elected office, or became a cheerleader, he was my cheerleader!

I don't condone abuse, but I do encourage discipline . . . children, need to learn limits, boundaries, the law, to respect other people's property, to not infringe on the persons and property of others.  My father, who raised, 8 pretty respectable children, firmly believed that before the age of eight, they were spanked, and after the age of eight, they were talked to, reasoned with, and instructed, and that worked pretty well!

The Scriptures are Replete with Parental Advise--a Soft Answer Turneth Away Wrath!  I Think the Bible is the Best Child Psychology Book in the World!  Top Ten Best Seller, Since The New York Best Seller List Started!

CRIMES OF PASSION: BADGES OF BETRAYAL; SHAMEFUL SECRETS; THE COLONY--I JUST HAD THE NSA, STEAL THE LAST TWO AND A HALF HOURS OF WORK! SAM FARMER, PART OF THE POD SQUAD FROM THE VALLEY OF LIARS, THAT WILL PROTECT THE FRAUDULENT, JOANN S. SECRIST, WHOM I WAS WRITING ABOUT! TWO MAILBOXES WITH AMERICAN FLAG DECOR, WIENER DOG OVER THE FLAG? CHINESE INTELLIGENTSIA, JOURNALISTS, PROFESSORS, AND POLITICAL ACTIVISTS, TURNING TO THE U.S.A., REQUESTING HELP, WITH WHAT OUR FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS PROVIDE, FREE SPEECH AND THE RIGHT TO REDRESS GRIEVANCES WITH OUR GOVERNMENT, WITHOUT DETENTIONS, PRISONS & DEATH, USE IT OR LOSE IT--GOD BLESS AMERICA, AND HE WHO IS FREE IN CHRIST, IS FREE INDEED! THE FOUNDING FATHERS BELIEVED IN INALIENABLE RIGHTS: THE NATURAL RIGHTS OF ALL MEN DEFINED BY JOHN LOCK AS LIFE, LIBERTY AND PROPERTY THAT CAN ONLY BE TAKEN AWAY BY GOD. GOVERNMENT IS CREATED TO PROTECT THESE RIGHTS! FREEDOM IS NOT A DREAM! ONE WORLD UNDER GOD, IN JESUS CHRIST, ALL THE CHILDREN OF THE EARTH ARE SAVED! MAKE PEACE HAPPEN! LEADERS OF THE G7 OR G8, THE WEALTHY NATIONS, CANNOT PULL THIS OFF, ARE NOT POWERFUL ENOUGH, NOR SMART ENOUGH, BUT TOGETHER, WE STAND AND DIVIDED WE FALL! MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR! COMMENTS & COMPARISONS OF TWO STATE, RAINBOW CELEBRATIONS--MONTANA, LAST YEAR, AND UTAH THIS YEAR--VENTURE A GUESS WHICH STATE THESE HARMLESS FREE LOVE SEEKING PEOPLE WOULD RETURN TO AND SPEND THEIR MONEY IN!

Inalienable Rights of Life, Liberty, Property and the Pursuit of Happiness!  Men Are That They Might Have JOY!  Worldwide!

All I am going to say, about the blog that was just frozen, then disappeared, all 2 and 1/2 hours of work, is that the Kalispell, Montana, pod squad of liars, Sam Farmer, is sitting in McDonald's or was, will testify, under pay, that sister, Rachel, was here, rather than me, JoAnn S. Secrist, the way they roll and perpetuate the fraud . . . shameful secrets, crimes of passion, badges of betrayal, and promotion of the colony, or the second America, that I will write about, for to survive, this group of fucked up elite, in their own minds, cannot pull this bull shit off, if they do not get the queen of freedom, constitutional law attorney for the original America, the one the founding fathers intended, not the cheap imitation, like Rachel, dumber than a door knob, 7 years younger, and 59 years my stupid, but of the Utah Beehive Colony, think of the movie, Hunger Games, with President Snow, a Mormon Prophet, the model for the fake, the fraud, the cheap, the world created for the ruling elite, the alleged Hollywood version of me, with goals of eliminating 80% of the world's population of breeders, feeders, consumers, seen, as no better than the cattle in the field, that are just using all the world's resources, with designs to limit, what both God, and inspired, men, who declared independence, as a colony, of Britain, for abuses, similar to those the Chinese are trying to free their people from, inalienable, God given rights, the very reason governments exist, to protect those rights, and they want for themselves, alone, but not for every man, woman and child, to experience freedom, liberty, life, property and the pursuit of happiness . . . 

Research Shows That People Will Believe A BIG LIE

Over a small lie . . . the alleged twin America, is no better replica of the original, than my abused wife, deficient mother, hideous excuse of a patriot, wearing red, white and blue, lying about her identity, and having a son, Matt, who allegedly got his Duty to God Award, as her crowning achievement of motherhood, in which, even Matt, her sweet, but lazy son, whom she coddled, babied, and called her baby, until he was at least 21, will tell you that, his mother, Rachel, claiming to be the mother of my 4 stellar children, not to be confused with me, sitting at McDonald's, Idaho St., Kalispell, MT, rewriting, what the badges of betrayal, cowards, losers, penis controlled, dumb asses, who just can't deal with the real JoAnn, but can't win without me, just stole, because, it told the truth about Rachel's sorry condition, that of basically, no better than Goofy, the Walt Disney character . . . and that is appropriate, because Rachel, loves Disneyland, more than the reality of her fucked up life, and I am getting sick of her, and the rest of the back up, tits and ass brigade of women, these men love to love, who they can control, representing themselves as me!  Truthiness, appearing to be true, but is not!

Two Mail Boxes, Side By Side, American Decor, Next Block, One Flag--Wiener Dog, Over the Flag?  Symbolic of the Crimes of Passion, Followed by the Badges of Betrayal!

As I get off the bus, at Liberty & Hawthorne, truly symbolic of me, all about the U.S. Constitution, Bill of Rights, freedom, liberty, life, property and the pursuit of happiness, for all mankind on earth, and as an English major, Weber State University, not a physical education major, Southern Utah University, like Rachel, probably visiting with Nicole, George (CIA), and my grandchildren, Yuri and Gracie, to make it appear, that she is the grandmother, and it is probably as close as she will get to being a grandmother, because she raised her kids to be too selfish to be mothers and fathers . . . with Hawthorne being an early American writer, writer, I studied as an English major, taking the country back, closer to the time, America was spot right on, closer to the principles, concepts, and purity of the U.S. Constitution, than it is, after 238 years of polluted, corrupt, and denigration of the original intent of the founding fathers!

NEED I SAY MORE?

P.S., the first three titles, listed in the title, are actually, titles of very good movies, on YouTube, free for your viewing, if they are not erased, the second I publish the titles.  Here is a brief synopses, of each movie: 

(1) Crimes of Passion: Badge of Betrayal--I think, was actually, filmed in Lake Side, Montana, or at least the court scene or sheriff's office is from Lake Side County, right around the corner from Kalispell, and a new female deputy sheriff, is hired by a womanizing, power hungry, corrupt sheriff, who has a wife, a mistress, that looks and acts like Rachel, and I have a personality, much more like the deputy, but took on cops, prosecutors, judges, governors, and attorneys general, the state sanctioned church, Family Martial Arts, or 110 member of the extended Southwick family, plus a circle friends, family, badges, at all levels of government, and world, and the woman, who with the help of the FBI, took down the sheriff, who tried to intimidate, terrorize, control, threatened to rape and kill the female deputy, who was just doing the job of sheriff, the way it was suppose to be done!  

(2) Shameful Secrets--an abused wife, with an attorney named, Rachel, for God sake, in real life, the abused woman, whom had her sister, represent her in a 20 minute protective order hearing, turned 9 1/2 hours, by me, JoAnn S. Secrist, with 2 deputy sheriffs standing behind me, ready to arrest me the second the judge gave the command, because I would not give up fighting for her, with the judge, finally, telling both attorneys, to work it out . . . with the basic plot of the movie, and true story, being the abusive husband, went after the kids, Stephanie, Matt, Emily, and Scott (not Greta, Nicole, Chris and Elliot!) . . . as Chris did to Rachel!  The shameful secret, is that I, JoAnn, even wrote the grant and the domestic violence manual for the state's prosecutors and law enforcement, many of which, lied, had to have, like Sheriff Mark Gower, Shane Clark, with the manual, serving as a national model for the nation, with an award, from President Clinton . . . so, not just your average, run of the mill attorney!  Plus, the Department of Justice if using my graphic art, and work, on the eight section, circle, with a circle in the center, showing the isolation, and other methods an abuse, including johns, madams and pimps, us, in human body trafficking, adapted from my wheel in the domestic violence and sexual assault manual . . . Shelley claimed to be me, way back, when the Colony . . . the little bee hive in Utah, punished me for taking on the status quo, OF CORRUPTION in the law, courts, government, etc., and rewarded Shelley, for ratting out her husband and boss, in securities, which she later, was substituted in, for me, in the Brock case . . . another SHAMEFUL SECRET . . . SHE WAS GUILTY OF SECURITIES FRAUD, FOR GOD SAKES, NOT SAVED THE NATIONS FINANCIAL PLANNERS!  The COLONY, LONG EYED MY RESUME WITH COVETED JEALOUSY!

(3) The Colony--with deceased, actor, John Ritter, and family, is a brilliant salesman, who wins a contract for security with the Colony, a billionaires, housing project, for the alleged elite, and their families, to protect them from the streets, crime and scum, allegedly of your normal neighborhood.  But as the family, is first, scared to death, after getting the contract, with thugs, pulling guns, and stealing their car, prior to the offer by the designer of the Colony housing project, up on a hill, that Ritter, has long had his eyes on to live on, is offered a home in the planned unit development with a private security force, who works like cops, but also an entity of enforcers, who give citations, tickets, and arrest and kill, people who will not go along with the program of the development . . . the guy reminds me of my father, his view of life, and the Colony is much like the project development, the Mormon Church, did when it bought up 13 acres of prime property, surrounding the Salt Lake Temple, to the objection of all of Salt Lake City, Utah, mayor and all, to create a buffer zone of luxury condos, exclusive office space, walking only gardens and Church controlled grounds, to keep the average person, not a carded Temple holder, from coming close to the temple, and the haves or the ruling elite in the Mormon Church!  And the Church runs the grounds, like the secret service would the government, protecting government buildings and the President!  The name, Colony, is so indicative of the bees, the queen, the industry, and Utah!  And so is the mentality of the people who control the people who are unfortunate enough to live in the Colony, which is nothing more than a police community, like the police state, Utah is!  There are CC&Rs, or restricted covenants in any planned unit housing project, and many are abusive, but this one tops the charts, with dictates on what type of clothes residents can wear jogging!  The children all wear uniforms, and there is no PTA, because parents are often seen as a hindrance to their children . . . thus, the state, the Colony, or the Mormon Church, takes over as the parent!  Residents can't plant what they want in their yards, they can't paint their houses, unless the color is approved.  Ritter's wife, comes home and finds a team of white jumpsuit, clothed squad of inspectors, who are going through all the families closets, drawers, cupboards, and house, bedrooms and all, checking for radon, allegedly.  John, the father, starts doing some inspection of his contracted security system, and finds that there are extra wires, that were not agreed upon, but there is a Colony super cop, who oversees security, killer guy, paid assassin, who does the bidding of the billionaire developer, who says he gets to over see everything!  Ritter holds a house warming party, and one of the other residents, is drunk, and spills the beans that the previous owner of the house, was a brilliant computer tech, who realizes, what Ritter is, that the whole place is controlled by the Colony!  Ritter's cop, brother, starts putting two and two together, and realizes that the couple who, died in a terrible car crash, near the Colony, were not the victims of a drunk driving accident, because the alcohol that was used to cover the murders of the man and his wife, who were trying to escape the development, because it was like prison, fled for their lives, with the evidence, of the wiring and system, that has the whole development, house, each room, including the bedroom, in each house, under constant surveillance, by the staff of the Colony!  Ritter and his family try to escape, and if it had not been for his cop brother, who had been electrocuted, when he suspected foul play in the car crash, wrong alcohol in the crashed car, the family would have died, by robo cops!  Just doing my job!  This movie, more than any I have seen, shows, you what the second America, the one the Illuminati and all its subsidiaries, want . . . a rich elite, who deem the rest of us, poor slobs, nothing more than cattle using up the earths, limited resources!

Rainbow Celebration, Montana Style vs. Rainbow Celebration, Utah (Colony) Style!

On the 4th of July, I was sitting somewhere, just chilling out, and I noticed an American flag, drooping on a flag pole, with a Montana, state flag, underneath it, with the wind, blowing the state flag, out in the wind, so you could easily see the state symbol, not so with the red, white and blue!  And, anyone, knowing me, by now, trained to read symbols, in great works of literature, know, that a picture is worth a thousand words, and the thought came to my mind, and my minds eye, that, the United States of America, is being buoyed up by the state of Montana, which is contended and coined by me, the crowning jewel of states, like Glacier National Park is the crowning jewel of the continent!

Montana, to me, is like a baby state, with barely one million citizens, barely, and the fourth largest state in the Union, with the first or second, highest per capita of military representation.  I swear, coming from the Colony, Utah, Montana is so fucking refreshing!  It is like, they were just off the charts, off the radar screen of law enforcement, with a mounting militarized, license plate reading, sheriff's ass sticking out of the back of an SUV hatchback, illegally searching vehicles without probable cause, nor warrant, through racial, age, and suspected class profiling of drivers, for marijuana, and what not, 17 cops thick for a standard traffic citation!  I have literally, counted their vehicles, just off the Cedar City, or Iron County, freeway exit, or at Easter break, coming out of hiking in Zion National Park!

I went the first 2 months or more in Montana, before I ever saw a cop, give a driver a traffic ticket!  I couldn't believe it.  And the state, was just busy, in the aftermath of the fucking Copper Kings, who raped and pillaged Montana, took the treasures and ran, leaving the tough, hardy, people of the state, just making a living, abiding by the Constitution, as best they could, and actually, in this Bush, Patriot Act world, either didn't have the money, to implement the programs, or better yet, refused to, and just adhered to the basics of freedom, liberty and protected property, and pursued happiness . . . making legislative decisions based on happiness, not ego or money!  

So when the rest of the nation, transformed peace officers, into law enforcement . . . and revenue farmers for the cities, counties and state they served, they just kind of stuck with the standard old way of doing things, with a limited presence, allowing people to actually have fun, accept in Missoula, where they babysit, all activities at Caras Park, rather than just expecting people to mind their own business, have fun, enjoy the music, the food, the beer, the dancing and their families, they walk around, very noticeable, in uniform, with whirly twirlies, or wired connections to the Wizard of Oz, or whomever they are getting secret messages from, but it puts a damper on the crowd, and is not necessary.  Most festival goers are basically, law abiding citizens, with dates, spouses, families, friends, with most criminals, not really hanging out at places like this . . . so, what's up?

Contrast and Comparison of Rainbow Celebrations

Last year, my friend, Howard Pryor, told me about the Rainbow Celebration, that is trying to recreate the 4 day or so, Woodstock, held in an open, I believe private property, field, in New York state, 40 or so years ago, with mud wrestling, music, naked hippies, drugs, and free love!  I saw the newspaper article, that said, that the committee, that chooses the sight for the music festival, had not exactly chosen, the place to hold the event . . . now, mind you, I am getting my information from Utah, first hand, and I didn't see much more than an article, but little hoopla, over the celebration, that travels each summer from state to state, usually, during the summer months, with some advertisement and disclosure, so similarly thinking people, old hippies, and their children, and grandchildren, or those trying to recreate the love, the drugs and the atmosphere, of less complicated times, in all areas . . . really, just a nostalgic event.  Pretty harmless . . .

All I remember of the event, was a passing comment by someone, that those Rainbow Kids, have been hanging out for months after the festival . . . and who can blame them!  Hell, I am hanging out two years later, and many, many people, come to visit Montana, and never leave again!  So, it doesn't surprise me that this crowd, would hang around for awhile, and didn't seem to be a bother, or really much of an annoyance, really.  However, Utah was an entirely different matter, from what I heard, from my ex-husband, who is still a hippy, as have all my husbands, been to some extent or another!  And all of them, have turned out to be pretty respectable people, tax paying, law abiding citizens, job holders, in responsible positions in church, government, and communities!  My first ex-husband, was a long haired, hippy, who re-converted to the Mormon Church, after he saw a drunk, leaning up against a tree at some park in Salt Lake, and decided that wasn't the life he wanted, went on to go on a mission to Holland, learning about their amazing city planning, and came back to get a degree in geography, from the University of Utah, and a master degree, from the University of Arizona, in Urban Development . . . he did, however, flunk, his planning law class, just a bit of a rub, from his ex-wife, an attorney!  LOL!

Hell, all the cops, in Utah, use marijuana!  I would venture a guess that most of the hippie professors, I taught with at the University of Utah, all smoked pot, on a regular basis!  So . . . ?  I don't personally smoke pot, but I sure as hell, believe in your right to smoke it, and do what you want, with your most valued property, your body!  I just heard, that the first guy in line, to buy legal recreational marijuana, from a dispensary in Washington, just a few days ago, camped out for 19 hours, said it was a party, he wore his old tie dyed t-shirt he had been sporting for 19 years, was interviewed on TV, sounded like a stand up guy, holding down several jobs, was actually fired from his job, after the interview, and the company he worked for demanded a drug test!  He, like most laid back people on weed, just laughed it off, and said, he could get a job anytime, but he couldn't be part of history in the state, being the first one in line to buy legal marijuana, from a state run dispensary!  I loved his attitude . . . said, he was hoping for his dream job, working at a dispensary, and knowing hippies, like I do, the place he bought the pot from, probably hired him after he lost his job!  LOL!  

Colorado, raised $41 billion in taxes, and created about 2,500 new jobs in the state . . . not bad!  The Utah Legislature, asked me to write up my opinion, on legalizing medical marijuana, in Utah, knowing I was involved to some extent in the Montana battle to get the laws right, in light of the PTA, and the feds, who raided, the legal marijuana growers, using federal, rather than state laws, that were temporarily on hold, while the law, was reworked!  With the average grower, having to serve 5 year prison sentences!  Anyway, last session, Utah did pass, a landmark law, for the Colony, giving kids, with seizures, and other illnesses, the right to buy marijuana, from other states . . . thanks Colorado!  But Vets, are getting arrested, and basically, allowing kids only, violates the 14th amendment, due process and equal protection, or uniform operation of law, for others who need pain or palliative care!  But, it is a start!

Utah, Actually, Had A Travelling Judge, To Charge & Handle Court, On the Spot, for Out of State Rainbows--Money!  I Know People Who Travel Around Utah to AVOID IT--ME TOO, NOW!

I don't do it to smoke marijuana, but to avoid, the police state entirely, since, the last time I ventured into the state, 8 highway patrolmen, who must have been alerted through aerial surveillance, that I was in the state, arriving by bus, none the less, 24/7 watch on me . . . so that should tell you where the Constitution stands in the eyes of the law in Utah . . . it doesn't!  But, two cops per vehicle, pulled into Subway, in military precision style, and came into the Subway, just under the freeway, next to the Sinclair gas station, and down the street from the Crystal Inn, and when  that didn't seem to do much, they tried to hit me as I tried to board a bus, realizing that I was not going to get to visit my house or cabin, that probably has a cop living in both!  Utah has a reputation of being a police state . . . I knew that 20 years ago, and it is even worse now!

Now, I am not sure, where the festival was held, private or public property, which upon, closer, examination, of the law, constitutional rights, violations, charges, and what not, that I was not informed on, but just the absolute shock, that people could run around without clothes, with children all over the place and never got a ticket, but pot smokers did!  But, that would make sense . . . in the penis driven or wiener dog club, over the flag . . . public exposure, or lewd behavior would be far more tolerated, to the pervs in Utah, with the suppressed sexual atmosphere of the state and Church, that the cops and judge would get their jollies off naked hippies, but pot, that is where they get all their federal funds from!  In this Patriot Act crazed police state and nation, with a few exceptions!

I can tell you what I would rather have had my children, had I frequented places like that, when MY kids were growing up!  Now, the cops, girl, Rachel, Shelley, and crew, their kids all use drugs, and smoke worse then marijuana, and so do the cops, since I got 8 fired, including two campus cops, for using, growing and harvesting marijuana, scapegoats really . . . and all the big shot, cop husbands I have had, all smoke it on more than a regular basis . . . they are all part of the club, immune, you know, all the rest of you cattle, breeders, consumers, bottom feeders!  

Not Only Are There Two JoAnns, Two Americas, But Two Sets of Laws, One for Law Enforcement, and One For You & I!

CRIMES OF PASSION: BADGE OF BETRAYAL--DON'T DATE HER, DON'T TALK TO HER, DON'T WALK WITH HER--OR ELSE! DEATH BY MISADVENTURE--THE COLONY: LIFE TAKE COURAGE; AN EXTRAORDINARY LIFE TAKES UNCOMMON COURAGE! TWO MAILBOXES, TWO AMERICAS, A WIENER DOG ABOVE THE FLAG? CHINESE INTELLIGENTSIA, JOURNALISTS, PROFESSORS, POLITICAL ACTIVISTS LOOK TO U.S.A., TO HELP WITH RIGHT TO REDRESS GOVERNMENT DETENTION AND DEATHS OF DISSENTERS . . . WE ARE THE SHINING LIGHT ON A HILL, CHINA OWNS OUR DEBT, WE LIGHT THERE WAY . . . FREEDOM IS NOT A DREAM!!!!!!!!! IT IS THERE FOR THE WORLD TO ENJOY, ONE WORLD UNDER GOD, IN JESUS CHRIST WE ARE SAVED . . . HE WHO IS FREE IN CHRIST, IS FREE INDEED! FRESH LIFE PASTOR IN BUDAPEST--THOUGHT CAME TO MIND, BUDDHA IS A PEST TO CHRISTIANITY, GREAT TEACHER, BUT NOT SON OF GOD! FOUNDING FATHERS OF AMERICA, BELIEVED INALIENABLE RIGHTS: THE NATURAL RIGHTS OF ALL MEN DEFINED BY JOHN LOCKE AS LIFE, LIBERTY, AND PROPERTY THAT CAN ONLY BE TAKEN AWAY BY GOD. GOVERNMENT IS CREATED TO PROTECT THESE RIGHTS!

S;LKD

Hell, Yeah, They Stole the Whole Blog, After the Freezing of the Computer!  That is not protecting my 1st amendment rights, that is protecting their penises and pussies!

GOD'S REVOLVER & THE UTAH BEEHIVE: DRONES--ORIGINAL MEANING, A MALE BEE, THAT HAS BIGGER EYES THAN NORMAL BEES, AND A BODY SLIGHTLY BIGGER, WITH THE ONLY FUNCTION TO REPRODUCE, MATE WITH A VIRGIN QUEEN, LEAVING ESSENTIAL BODY PARTS BEHIND, THEN FALL FROM THE SKY. DRONES LIVE OFF THE WORK OF OTHERS, LIKE A PARASITE, SO THE WORKER BEES KICK THE REMAINING DRONES OUT, KNOWING THEIR WILL BE A NEW BATCH IN THE SPRING--YOU MAY THINK OF A DRONE AS AN UNMANNED AERIAL SYSTEM OR VEHICLE--CREATORS, SCIENTISTS, AND POLITICIANS, SAY DIFFERENTLY, THAT THESE ARE PILOTED CRAFTS, DIRECTED FROM REMOTE SOURCES; THEREFORE, THERE HAS TO BE SOME RESPONSIBILITY ON THE PART OF THE PILOT, TO PROTECT THE EQUIPMENT, AND THEMSELVES, PLUS PROTECT OTHER PEOPLE, INCLUDING ADHERING TO A PERSON'S PRIVACY RIGHTS--NEW LAWS WILL BE FORTHCOMING, I AM SURE!

God's Revolver & Utah, the Beehive State

State flags reveal, symbolically what a state is like.  The Utah flag, has a Beehive with bees buzzing around, symbolizing the state's work force industry or good work ethics.  Utah survived the economic melt down well, due to the pro-business climate and great, educated workforce, attracting new business and industry, having a grade A on economic factors, is state ratings.  But there have been forces at work in the state of Utah, and the state sanctioned Mormon Church, with an overly representative number or percentage of members in the intelligence community, like the CIA and the FBI, military and other government run agencies, that have created, a drone-like existence, with drones, legal and law enforcement elite, living off the work of others, like parasites, using highly specialized technology, for less than ethical, legal, constitutional and lawful to criminal means, up to and including identity theft, fraudulent transfer, theft of intellectual property, real property, conveyance of property, up to and including the murder of at least 23 people I am aware of.

This same group of alleged law enforcement elite with the power, force, and missionary connections of not only the intelligence community, network marketers, and the Mormon Church, and the infiltration of members into national entities, like the American Boy Scouts, mafia, Illuminati, freemasons, Skull & Bones, elite colleges and universities, Wall Street, etc.  And like the drone bees, in a position to feed and suck the life out of others' work, like amoeba sucking parasites, they even came up with a selection of an alleged, Queen Bee, encouraged, through lifestyles like swinging, wife swapping, and polygamy, to mate with the drones, making a culture among the CIA and FBI, law enforcement of sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll, while far from a virgin queen, this little game, includes even taking other people's kids, resumes, careers, high profile cases, homes, vehicles, and all that makes one queen, queen, but the one claiming the identity of the other, and all that goes with her . . . this ties right into the Mormon theology of being a society of priests and priestesses, and kings and queens . . .

God's Revolver Band & Money Were the Original Seed Money

The ring leaders of the circle of friends: Shelley Southwick Anderson Yeman, Jerry Owens, Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart, Kay Burningham Brown Buttars Stuart/Stewart, Richard & Helen Glenn Southwick, Rachel Hickey-Mooseman, Frank of InterPol aka Allan Rex Bess, Mark Shurtleff, Justices Tena Campbell, Ted Stewart and Clark Waddoups, clients, Brock, Rice, Cheek, Clark, Braun, Vail, Arduino, and then the cover-up expands out from that circle out, to the entire Southwick extended family, the Morning Side Ward, Dixie State College, and like throwing a rock in the circle of a pond, the ripples go from the epicenter and continue on and on, doing whatever is necessary to carry out the original fraud, then the alienation of affection, when they, this group realized, they could not do this without in-laws, and children, now grandchildren . . . spreading, following, and expanding to Montana, city, by city, organization to organization, etc.

You see the amount of money was so astronomical from, both Parallax, with singer Blake Donner, and God's Revolver's: Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider . . . that, they took Elliot Taylor Secrist's, attorney mother out of the game, originally in 2000, first to punish me for getting asset forfeiture legislation stopped in Utah and then 27 states, then taking out 9 federal agents and attorneys, on new Medicaid/Medicare fraud units, with Congress appropriating money, for the task of investigation, and prosecution of doctors, nationwide; however, between the efforts of myself, as general counsel for the Utah Medical Association, and Dr. Taj Becker and her attorney husband, Aldolf, at the same time, exceptional musicians in Provo/Orem were just starting to go viral, with music to rival, even today's hard rock and heavy metal bands, 10 years later, with music still relevant, real and raw, were now the focus of the target, theft, conversion, and promotion of the music, but not the musicians responsible for the music, but as I refuse to go away, they had to have Elliot, or other band members on board!

Sony Deal--Easy, Ask for Remix--Elliot Does His In 4 Days, Rest of the Band Refuses . . . Elliot Continues on with Maraloka

God's Revolver's second CD, at least from the band itself, unless insiders, who were all friends of Isaac Anderson's also, took bribes, considered they had the legal right to be bought out, or they were threatened, I know that several of the band members were put on house arrest . . . hmmmmm, now who had the power to do that?  A CD that was suppose to take 2 years, turned into 5 years!  WHY?  Now, look how easy this is . . . the CD is finally done, in 2011, at the height of my legal prowess and career, before I started getting the shit kicked out of my by and abusive system, very similar to the characteristic of an abusive spouse, Jerry, Brett, Allan/Frank?  Music promoters, start showing up, in my clientele, assuring me that it is common practice for music companies to sign, one of a three level music contract with new bands, only fulfill the first level, steal the music, and give it to a band in the same genre and then they save the promotional expenses of getting the new band out and in the public eye . . . bull shit!

Get rid of mom again, claim one of the insider girls, is JoAnn, easy switch--Rachel's house, Shelley connecting with clients, Kay working the legal angles, Grand-da and Drones taking up the slack and working on the details . . . use all of the girls to cover one area of JoAnn's life or another, depending on the crowd . . . frame both her and Elliot for alleged crimes, and bingo, kill two famous birds with one stone . . . not so easy, neither son, nor mother going down that easy!

Picture of Silhouettes of Two Cowboys, On Horseback, Shaking Hands--Was a Deal Cut?

Last week, John had to put up with one of my venting sessions.  I brought up the picture on his bathroom wall, that has been there, since I first came to his apartment, at least before or right after Christmas, strangely enough, until I brought the meaning of the picture to John's attention, and it magically, disappeared that very day . . . much like any billboards I point out in my blogs, graffiti on walls, they all just up and poof, disappear, as if nobody ever saw them . . . really, the two bill boards I mentioned, that were just past the last gas station as you leave Kalispell?  The one with the blond boy, then the other three kids with bananas for smiles . . . I guess i was the only one to see them!  LOL!

They want you to think I am crazy, disabled, riding the bus, not because they blew up my car, and stole my truck, or homeless because they stole my houses, chase, frame me, send assassins after me . . . art reflects or mimics life, not life, art . . . movies, like Enemy of the State, or State of Play, or the Fugitive, were most likely written by people who had these experiences happen to them, not because Holliwood must needed a new movie, many are true stories and based on real life!

Anyway, this picture, made me think about the possibility, that some deal was cut, some bargin made, there had to be something to stop the band from pursuing and recourse, refusing to play, and not even naming their second CD, made on contract with Translation Lost . . . a subsidiary of Sony!  One day, I flipped out, about my cases, my situation, my son's bands, and all the shit we have had to go through.  I happend to mention that the picture of the two cowboys on horseback in John's bathroom, made me think, something was up, something I was missing, something different than I thought took place . . . that night, the picture had been removed!  WHY?  Getting too close to home!

Cleaning is not a common occurrence in this apartment, and it just happened on the day, a new guy shows up, DJ Clark, someone else on the payroll, to allege a different sister, was JoAnn . . . ABC, like clock work, when one lying pod is questioned, another person is introduced to cover the mishaps of the original pod, expanding the sphere, to include, ever more people to substantiate the original claim, of who's identity we are talking about . . . the missing picture, says more than had it been left on the wall!  DJ even joked about having a new credit card without limits, and was sporting new clothes, and was back with the girlfriend he was trying to tell me was sold or involved in human trafficking . . . and now she is sitting with me in the car?  Something is up, this guy has been to prison off and on for 15 years . . . but they would rather that type than the honest ones!  New court case, went easy the other day!

Law Enforcement Avoiding All the Tools of Evidence!  Self-Authenticating!

Shelley watches crime shows like 48 Hours, Cold Cases, ID Network, Sopranos, and has a book case filled with all the most high profile serial killers, she was connected to the cops, when I was first poisoned, may have even been the one to make the poison, she is a biology major, worked for a pharmaceutical company in Park City, Utah, and a plastic surgeons, with a son, dying to be a cop.  But, I remember her telling me about an episode, in one of the crime scenes, that was the start of forensic sciences, or CSI type investigations.

These man and woman decided to get drunk, or drink together . . . the guy passed out, while drunk, and awoke to find the woman dead.  He freaked out, and decided he must have killed her, and wanted to dispose of the evidence, the body.  He got his saw out and started to dismember her body, to cut it into more manageable sizes; however, while he was working on the body, he got exhausted, and passed out again.  By this time, someone alerted the cops, and he was arrested, for the murder of the woman.  But, as forensics developed, and were at that time, or just starting, they, started to look at the time of death, and whether she had actually predeceased the dismemberment, or had already been dead at the time the man, awoke from the drunken stupor, to find the woman already expired.

As the coroner, examined the body, looked at the time of death, and possible reasons, he found that the woman, had actually died of natural causes, or alcohol related causes, therefore, the man, even though, he had desecrated the body, had not murdered her.  He may have been charged with tampering with a corpse, or some lesser crime, but murder was out of the question.  I remember, working this SWAP, or the Utah State Wide Association of Prosecutors, working on a piece of legislation, making it a crime to tamper with a corpse or dead body . . . I believe, if memory serves, that a couple of kids, were driving either a funeral home vehicle, or an ambulance, and the dead body, they were transporting, fell out of the back of the truck and onto the streets, causing alarm to the family members who loved the person and were very upset to hear what had happened to their loved one!

Drone Law Enforcement, Frame, Cut a Deal for the Music!

About the time, Elliot, moved to Salt Lake City, Utah, I believe soon after the death of lead singer, of Parallax, Blake Donner and three others were killed, I believed murdered, in the Provo Death Cave Incident, and both God's Revolver & Maraloka, were being formed and writing, there was a young university student, female, who had been raped and murdered in her apartment, I believe near the University, somewhere around 7th East and 2nd South . . . that vicinity if I remember.  At the time, I was still of the mindset that I was going to die, and wanted to minimize contact with my kids, to make it easier on them, should I suddenly die, I also didn't have a car . . . my father put, my car in Jesse Anderson's name, instead of mine, or giving it to Chris, who needed a car, which surprised me, due to the fact that the car was in my name, and almost paid for by the time I was poisoned, or got PIX.

I had allowed, Shelley to use my car, for two years, because, I voluntarily stopped driving, afraid, I might kill others, if I suddenly died, while driving.  So, it shocked me, once while in St. George, that two cops, came up to me and said that Shelley had requested that my driver's license be revoked . . . she was already stealing my ID, had social and driver license, father sent to her!  Father and daughter crime duo, had been since she was young, junior high and high school, worked with him!  I was surprised, since I had not been driving for a year!  Voluntarily, so it was not as if, there was a reason, other than, taking my clean name and driving record!  I think I had one ticket in 40 some odd years of driving!  Anyway, my kids were pretty much either on their own, or had some, not much help from dad . . . they remind me of the 4 kit foxes, left to fend for themselves, with talent, beauty and swimming in a tank of sharks and barracudas . . . family members first and foremost!

For some reason, Elliot's move to Salt Lake, that forensic discovery, Isaac, and the death of that girl, haunted me.  Elliot said, when God's Revolver wrote Little Black Horse, they were so drunk on whiskey most of the time, they didn't even know what they were doing!  He referred to the band as the laziest band in America!  When I told him how good, both the first and second CDs were, and they were the Doors level of music, trying to book concerts and everything for them, he just laughed and said it was easy . . . long, but easy for this talented, group of hotties, who have what it takes to make rock stars!  And you don't think law enforcement, with mom on the radar screen, Shelley, and others, especially Isacc, envious cousin, with envious mother . . . Brett, Kay and crew, taking note of the rise to fame, skyrocket rise to fame, on their own . . . with a fake band already out selling tickets and marketing around the world, through the Mormon and intel networks, raking in the cash!

Generations of Criminal Minds--Grandpa, Mother, Son--Easy Pickin's & Easy Money, All Just There for the Taking!

Isaac and Elliot were in their first band together; Isaac moved to the tree streets in Provo, with Elliot and the connections with almost the entire Wasatch Front music scene, with Parallax rising in fame and popularity, with a west coast tour; Elliot moved to Salt Lake with Isaac and Josh, about the time Gods's Revolver & Maraloka were getting started, Isaac takes credit for introducing Elliot to the band members that made up the bands--I don't know how true that is or is not . . . Isaac, was originally the singer for Maraloka, see early YouTube Videos . . . God's Revolver took off, and so did Isaac, disappeared as lead singer for Maraloka, WHY?

Isaac was hanging with Shelley, who was living with me, at Rachel's old house, she gave to me, while I took care of her two oldest children and a friends, plus Shelley and her crew, Jesse, Alex, Ty, Alex's daughter, McKinnely, Isaac . . . off and on for a year and a half, Isaac was late to the seen, Jesse said I was the only other he had known, and the rest of Shelley's kids, started to call her Shelley, rather than mom, bizarre! Shelley never left the house for 8 months--thoughts that she was hiding so they could knock me off, and say that Shelley was me, she said they took my furniture because they, Washington County Constables thought she was me!  Really, I was never named in a lawsuit, Rachel and Shelley were!  Constable Jean Dickson, knew full well who I was and who Shelley was, and so did the courts!

Ty told me, at one point, that Isaac had weed upstairs, now why didn't he tell his mother, who was there 24/7, and tell me, who was practicing or had cases in 5 states, and going to the U.S. Supreme Court?  I believe it was a set up with Shelley and Isaac involved, he also brought a gun, but I never saw any weed, but I was using HGC Diet or Weight Loss materials, that included syringes . . . but Isaac was in the middle of it. When Shelley and lazy ass Isaac, came up to Parowan, after the real Allan Rex Bess, my client, gave me his house in payment for getting him off, framed attempted suicide, while he moved to the cabin, or the government double, after he and Shelley murdered the real Allan, soon after the seizure of the house, one day before I was to fly to Denver to argue the Brock and Rice securities case, with me working non-stop, Shelley, Frank aka Allan, and Isaac, moved right in and acted like they owned the place in Parowan, opening my new bedding, starting fires, watching my videos, on my new electronics and getting to know my workers around the house.

One day, while I was up in Salt Lake, and Shelley had 100% access to my computer, to switch gears, so she got all my documents, via e-filing on both her cases and mine, unbeknown to me, and Isaac took over the music room I made for Elliot, so his band could come and visit, several of my workers, who were being watched non-stop by the cops, so they could get in my house, under the Patriot Act, and steal my flash drives right out of my purse, Isaac told the workers to smoke pot in my house, and charge me for time they didn't work . . . I trusted them, sometimes up to 10 workers a day, $10 per hour . . . Isaac lied on his hours and tried to smoke pot, but lucky for me, Brad Haney, took charge and told Isaac to get out, and stop lying about his hours . . . shortly after that, I kicked Shelley and Isaac out, but they had become very close with Allan, seemed to know him previously . . . music tour coach?

Isaac Knew Elliot Better Than Anyone!  Whatever It Was Had to Be Big, and Serious to Cut a Deal!

What would be bad enough to get a rock band, who had three world wide music interviews, was named rock band of 2008, give up their new CD and not pursue their old CD . . . perhaps money?  Music is everything to Elliot, he is like the law is to me, loves it, never thought of the money . . . so, genetically a possibility.  But to take the dreams of a lifetime, and throw them away for money, doesn't make sense, even though, Elliot had Maraloak, which he kept telling me to just kind of let the music thing go, and he had moved on . . . money has never meant that much to my kids or me, they were not raised to value money, so what happened?

The bands played a all kinds of cottage parties and clubs, whiskey was part of the pay, and usually the band was smashed by the time the night of music and whiskey were over.  I have never heard of Isaac getting drunk, nor heard him joke about it, or Elliot mention that Isaac was there with the band, although, Isaac, knew every song by heart, and said that Elliot was a god!  That sounded like an insider's comment, about identity theft and the music and the true state of Elliot's fame, but through him!

Shelley always made it a point to be friends, if not lovers with all my former husbands, and Isaac was always friends and involved with Elliot's band member and friends, in fact, I know Adam, and I think John, actually came down to Parowan, with Isaac, and Isaac was playing music for the painters on my house, and Isaac made it appear, that somehow, he was playing my son's music, but he was the son, not the nephew, and Shelley was just Shelley, or dropping him off, while he took over the music room I decorated for Elliot! Who was every bit as busy as his mother, with work,bands, girlfriend Rachel, who was also involved in stopping the band from concerts I set up!

When Elliot Plays the Guitar, He Rocks the Hell Out of It . . . Total Energy, Big Time Wipe Out!

The thought crossed my mind, that Isaac, who knew Elliot's habits, band and drinking patterns, could easily have murdered some chick, and framed Elliot, who drank to a whiskey stupor, and much like the crime shows his mother watched, framed Elliot, passed out, and out of his mind, and then the drone cops, who saw total easy and fun money, charged Elliot with a crime so big, that he had no other option, but to either give his music over to them, or go to prison!  I believe it had to be of that magnitude to get Elliot, who was a mover and shaker ii the band, scheduling concerts and nationwide tours, to cave and give up his music, his dreams, his money, and his fame, and this rock star status!

Essentially, what Shelley was doing to me, stealing my cases, my good name, my resume, if she hadn't already, working with cops, courts and elected officials, named defendants, at a time when Mitt Romney was running for office, little Isaac, was doing the same to Elliot, and using the statewide battering system to facilitate the abuse of power, the criminal acts, acting like they were giving Elliot a good deal, to play for pay . . . in the form of restitution!  To somehow alleviate their guilty of the outright lies, theft, and deception, aiding and abetting one family, the genius family, and substituting in the drone force, the parasites, that live off the work of the worker bees, in the Bee Hive State and associates in Washington and government!

I Was Surprised to See that Elliot Had A Bee Hive & Bees Tattooed on His Calf or Leg!  The Sign of a Worker Bee!

Queen Bee, Had to Have Elliot, to Be Queen--In a Hive of Drones, Parasites, Gold Diggers and Blood Suckers!