Saturday, August 23, 2014

LEGAL EAGLES . . . MONTANA'S LEGAL ASSISTANCE CRISIS . . . REMEMBER THE WORD, CRISIS, HAS TOO ROOTS, DANGER & OPPORTUNITY! WITH THE 4TH LARGEST GEOGRAPHICAL STATE, AND ONLY BARELY ONE MILLION PEOPLE, MANY PEOPLE FIND THEMSELVES REPRESENTING THEMSELVES. SEVERAL TIPS MAY BE HELPFUL: (1) THE LEGISLATURE SHOULD PASS A STATUTE OR LAW SIMILAR TO THE "GOOD SAMARITAN" LAWS PROTECTING PHYSICIANS, GIVING ATTORNEYS PROTECTION, AS "GOOD ADVOCATES" JUST HELPING OTHERS; (2) APPRECIATE LEGAL HELP, AND DON'T ASSUME THAT YOU ARE GETTING INFERIOR LEGAL ADVICE AND SERVICES, BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT PAYING; (3) READ, READ, READ . . . YOU CAN LEARN THIS STUFF; AND (4) JUMP RIGHT IN AND TELL THE JUDGE, OTHER SIDES ATTORNEY, BAILIFF, RECORDER, THAT YOU NEED THEIR HELP TO GET THROUGH YOUR COURT CASE, AND SO DO NEW ATTORNEYS! LEARN THE SYSTEM AND HAVE FUN! KNOWLEDGE IS POWER--IT WILL MAKE YOU A STRONGER PERSON . . .

In a Room of 200 Attorneys at a Bar Conference--Only Two Had Ever Been to Court or Trial!

I think the best advice I ever got from an attorney boyfriend, who could not get a firm to hire him, or a job, was that he just finally hung out his shingle, and decided to go it alone as a solo practitioner.  He said he drove the judges, other attorneys, bailiffs and the court recorder crazy with his lack of experience, and the need for them to actually give him and hand with procedure, writing and trial practice . . . and he was the better for it.  And, yes, he looked like a fool in court, but hey, you have to learn somewhere, so might as well jump in and either sink or swim.  That resembles the way my father taught my brother to swim, he took him by the leg and arm, and hurled him into the deep end of our swimming pool, where we lived at the time, in Northridge, California.  And, by the way, he did swim, learned rather fast, shocked and gasping for air, but loving the water and taking to it like a fish!

One day, I was standing out in the hall, at Brock & Associates, in St. George, Utah, discussing some trial tactics with a client, when a tax attorney, who over heard my conversation outside his office, leaned out and said, are you a trial attorney, and do you actually go into court, and that would scare me to death!  I was equally amazed, thinking that all attorneys like trial work, dream of joining a big firm and finally making partner, so they could fast track it into the courtroom scene . . . not so.  There seems to be divisions of lawyers, those who dig bull shitting their way through the court system, rarely doing much paperwork, leaving most of that to their legal assistant or secretary, paralegal or junior partner.  Then there are those paper pushers, who dig writing, briefs, transactional work, like contracts, real estate, securities, patent law and such.  There are attorneys who specialize in appeals work, like going to the Courts of Appeal, or the Supreme Courts, either state or federal.

So, if you are tentative and afraid of actually speaking up in court, you are not alone!  And, it has been found that one of people's top fears, is public speaking!  So, public speaking with a purpose, or a legal situation can even be more intimidating, with so much resting on the outcome of the case; however, pro se litigants have won seasoned attorneys, to the embarrassment of the attorney, who most likely under prepared, and thought is was an easy win, only to find out that regardless of the weaknesses, the court room errors, and the lack of knowledge, the jury, or the judge believed the person representing themselves.  And if I remember from reading the rules, judges are to be lenient with people representing themselves and to give them the benefit of the doubt on a close call.  So there are several things working in your favor.

Good Sam Laws Protect Doctors Who Assist Someone Outside the Normal Arena, Like Finding Someone Who Was Just In an Accident . . . there Should be Good Advocate Protections for Attorneys Who Help People

I try to help everyone I can with legal issues, I look at my license to practice law as a license to serve!  The second someone finds out I am an attorney, the next thing out of their mouths is, what kind of law do you practice, and can you help me in California, got that last night, while on a shuttle between Salt Lake City, Utah and Rexburg, Idaho.  I help people checking out groceries in a store, the waitress, the neighbor, friends and others, not in the normal retained manner, with a contract for hire, and usually free of charge!  In fact, over 75% of my practice, even at the height of practice was pro bono or free.  I had several regular paying clients, and large retainers, that came in often, and that allowed me to carry the rest of my clients free, and what a blessing to many.  I found that the people with the best cases, usually had been injured the worse, or had the most notable and warranted issues, that needed addressing.

I found it appalling, that often, people looked at the glass half empty, rather than the glass half full, getting literally hundreds of free legal hours, and without paying even a minimum amount, not even travel expenses, but expecting $250 per hour service for nothing, or the bar wanting to hold you to the same standards as if the client had professionally retained me, rather than me just helping as much as time, energy and effort would allow . . . they, the client, the bar, and other attorneys, thought that a pro bono client, unofficially retained, with me just volunteering to help, under duress, at times, but doing the best I could, coaching them, helping them here and there, and with many having great outcomes to their cases, even trials, taking the bull by the horns, once I got them over the hill, to smooth sailing, or when I saw that I might be doing more damage, rather than good, with professional jealousy, rivalry, or what not, or just getting too busy with paying clients, that I had to take care of to pay the electric bill . . . just one of those realities of life, that make you prioritize cases!

Dentists & Docs will Say that Welfare Patients are the Most Demanding . . . Now I Know the Legal Equivalent, This is not the Way to Win Legal Assistance, and Influence Attorneys!

And, at times, the freebies getting mad, not appreciating the free work, and expecting me to do a stellar job, worth normal billing prices, or getting pissed when I would tell them, my way or the highway, if they are wiling to pay me $250 per hour, they can call the shots, but if my name is on or connected with their case, and I am getting nothing but a win, and the satisfaction of helping win, with just a little coaching, then, things will be done my way, and I tell them before I start, that they will be abused by me, I promise that!  I never had time to pussy foot around!  One woman, actually had her daughter pick me up from Helena, bring me to Kalispell, ruin my summer plans to help her, and after me working, writing about a 27 page brief, she wants to quit, take a nap, a bath, and I refused to even let her take a break to go to the bathroom!  I was like a horse to water, racing to the finish line, and didn't want to stop, until we were done!

Rather than being grateful, thanking me for my time, work, and surprise court appearance in the Matter of the Estate of Dorothy Darrow, she, took the second brief, copied it, with her name and contact information, taking my notation that I was coaching her, adding my name, as a member of the U.S. Supreme Court Bar membership, a cut above the rest, taking credit for what I did, and then treating me as if a stranger, or as if someone else did the work, or that she actually did the work herself, acting cocky and different.  Fucking amazing!  Of course, like ABC, my double, follows me around, client by client, friend by friend, stealing my work, and either giving the person I helped the credit . . . I am a legal fiction, or someone other than myself, gets to play role me, and take the credit for superior work, better than most of your average attorneys, including the one, I humiliated with the law in this case!

There are six or seven things the Lord hates, and ingratitude is number one!  I have had clients that have had to hire, and seem to do so easily, another attorney, after my free services end, due to necessity, having to pay $250 for inferior service, loses, and even a increase in time served by their daughter, who was actually originally sentenced to 6 years, with likely 3 years time served, ending up with a new trial, and a sentence of 15 to life, so, who do you think they are mad at, you got it, the attorney who worked an entire year, carrying the case, even after they stopped paying me anything, hired a new attorney, against my wishes, on a civil rights case of first impression, not your average, case, where the client can hire and fire at will, but actually, in a hostile effort, stole a very hot, unique case, politicking and hoping to get a cut of the deal and the action for the new attorney, who they were paying $250, and I guess I am to blame for their daughter's new trial, and worse outcome?  I don't fucking think so!

Read, Read, Read

You can't expect to take your case, write briefs, or do paperwork, go into court, and not ever read anything about what you are doing.  At the time I was practicing 22 hours a day, in about 5 states, and a case load to rival a small firm, myself, my sister, Shelley, was working on mortgages or refinancing, and even helping and assisting people to take their cases pro se . . . sometimes crossing the line between help and practicing law without a license, which she was dinged for or looked at by the bar for doing, until the bar allowed her to practice law without a license and held me responsible for her work!  But, often, she would ask me questions about procedure, forms, briefs, rules, laws, ethics, etc., and in passing, I would, say, do what I have to do, get out the rules and read!  Do just what I have to do, to know, what the hell to do!  The law is no mystery, but it is a hell of a lot of work!

At the time I did the original complaint on the Brock, securities case, I was handling 521 pages of evidence, a 39 page brief, learning 281 federal rules of procedure, and learning the federal district courts e-filing system, and including writing the brief, had less than 24 hours to do it all, at the request of a client, who I had been trying to get to give the go ahead for two solid months, after learning that the state financial planner association was planning on stealing my bar complaint about the attorneys involved, and filing a class action suit, had me, after driving to Salt Lake City, meeting with Chuck, the president, driving, meeting with Hank, late on my birthday, December 17th, nonetheless, and having him tell me, he wanted me to sleep at his office, giving me a blanket and pillow, demanding it be filed by 3:30 p.m., on the 18th!  I made the deadline, but learning the e-filing system took until 5 p.m.!

Anyone dealing with legal issues, has to read, read and read more!  But remember, knowledge is power!

Warning Women, Attorneys & Pro Se . . . Don't Let Them Scare You Out of Court!

As the only female attorney, I ever saw, while practicing law in Southern Utah, other than the female prosecutor, who worked part-time, I found out, and had personally experienced years before trial work, that there seems to be a local practice by male judges and bar members, that the first time a woman has an appearance in court, she is likely to be taken in the back room and verbally beaten, abused, and battered by the judge, who will tell her that her performance in court was lacking, and that is putting it mildly!  Shelley had a mortgage case, and a female, whom I was sure, I thought I might have seen outside of court one day, talking to a client, come into court, with her mother, and I said, didn't I see you, working with a client?  And aren't you an attorney?  And why aren't you representing your mother?

She bowed her head, and said, yes, I was an attorney, but the judge told me how bad I did in court, and I decided to just teach college!  Sorry to say, that is the plight of the weak at heart . . . law is not for the timid, frail, or easily discouraged!  I have heard this from many women, and with over 51% of law schools female, why in the hell are the courtrooms, still almost all male?  I interviewed with a judge down in Las Vegas, between my first and second year of law school.  While I was waiting outside to meet the judge, several female lawyers, working in Clark County Prosecutors Office, happened to mention how sexist the judge was, and how he would ask very sexist question, leaving many job applicants, coming out of his office crying!  They told me some of the question, like are you planning a family, and such.  I said, well he can't ask those type of questions, it is none of his business, and doesn't have anything to do with a summer internship!

When I walked in the judges chambers, there were pictures of golfers on the walls, a bright fun office, so the judge and I had an entertaining and light exchange of golf game horrors, leaving both of us comfortable and at ease, until he started the interviewing process.  One of the first things he asked me was, do you have a family?  Yes, I have 4 children.  And who is going to take care of your children while you work?  I said my ex-husband.  And to my shock and dismay, the interview abruptly ended!  I walked out looking at the female attorneys who warned me, and said are you kidding me, like there are not single dads out there who he would never inquire as to whom he was expecting to watch his kids, while he did an internship!  So, be tough, calm, stay your course, fight hard, represent your position and don't back down!  Remember, stand your ground . . . doesn't just apply to physical self-defense!

Have Fun With the Law, the Other Attorney, the Judge--TNT When I Go to Court!  I Heard You Were the Best Attorney . . . in Parowan!  LOL!

I responded, I am probably the only attorney in Parowan!  The ironic and funny thing about this situation with a partner from the state of Utah's second largest firm, Parson Bailey Latimer, is that this Richard Geer, looking attorney, in his thousand dollar suit, Italian Shoes and matching leather brief case, perfect teeth, spiked up hair, was that, while he had read my Brock and Cheek case briefs didn't send the female attorney I had been talking to on the phone, as most law firms will make you earn your stripes, for about 20 years, before allowing you to go to court, so this woman assured me that one of the partners would see me in court, rather than herself . . . whatever.  I am one attorney, who is not impressed with making partner, all the trappings of attorney, dress for success, because, once you have made it, no one gives a rat's ass what you wear, nor should they ever!  And here is the rest of the story . . . 

So this is on a child custody issue, involved in a big divorce case, with a ton of money, property, businesses, and such involved . . . me and about 6 other attorneys in the case are all sitting talking before court, Mr. GQ, comes up, making an entrance, gunning only for me, many firms paid to read my briefs when they hit the e-filing system at the federal district court, and they knew my cases where hot, fun and challenging, so it was obvious to me, I was the one he was worried about, in the crowd of attorneys.  Being a lawyer, male or female is all about posturing, psyching the other attorney out, bull shitting the court and the jurors.  So, this guy is getting an early start, testing me before court, summing up his enemy.  I am not worried, don't play attorney games, I just know my stuff!  And I am not impressed by material trappings!

Dude is Assuming I Was Born Yesterday, And Just Got Lucky With the Brock & Cheek Cases, Both with Nationwide Readership--Failed to Realize that I had 7 Years of Practice Under my Belt, Award Winning Manuals, 3 College Professorships, Etc.  In Other Words, He, as Most Males, Underestimated Me!

The first issue before the court, touches on domestic violence, now the judge recognized me from her early days, and my expert days, training cops, prosecutors, judges, social workers and community members, and she is just waiting for me to capitalize on my strengths . . . well, your Honor, in the manual I wrote on domestic violence and sexual assault, getting an award from President Clinton, under the Violence Against Women Act . . . blah, blah, blah.  In my peripheral vision, I could see my client's wife, who just found out that I traded her husband attorney's fees for automobile repairs . . . they owned a prosperous auto body shop, glance at her attorney, like I am paying you $350 per hour, and he is getting it for car repairs!  It gets worse.

The next issue that rises out of the Wheel of Fortune game is the fact that my client has a DUI . . . well, your Honor, as a former assistant attorney general, who represented the DMV, or Driver Motor Vehicle Division of the state, handling 270 cases, statewide . .  . blah, blah, blah.  With each revelation of my past life as an attorney, prior to the 8 year hiatus for the government poisoning, or terminal brain injury, sent fear in the eyes of my opponent, as he got smaller and smaller, and his client was becoming increasingly more pissed off, while I am listing all my qualifications, to not only understand the issues, but devour my opponents brain whole!  Tootsie, who may have hired Mr. GQ, was squirming, acting bothered, while her high priced attorney, was doing everything but put his head in his brief case, expensive as it was . . . magical chambers to make you disappear as in a magician's show, perhaps?  LOL.

My usual custom is to shake the opposing counsel's hand after slaughtering them, rubbing in the unexpected defeat.  But this shattered and fragile ego, of this senor partner, still young, and years younger them myself, buried his head, up to his shoulders, giving me plenty of symbolic attestation, that he had no interest in shaking my hand, all to the exasperated cries of his client!  I love the law!  By all means have fun, take advantage of the fact that men will underestimate you, makes it even more fun to beat them at this allegedly male profession, still, or is it?  LOL!  Like I would tell my pro se clients who had to go to court without me at times, when I was too busy, Rip it up, tare it up!

Back to My Pizza & Diet Coke!  Have a Good One!



Thursday, August 21, 2014

JUST JEW IT: NEW YORK TIMES TO THE NATIONAL ENQUIRER--MSNBC, LAWRENCE O'DONNEL, THE LAST WORD, DOES A SCHATHING CRITIQUE ON NYT JOURNALISM, BAD REPORTING ON COP ISSUES IN FERGUSON, MISSOURI, MICHAEL BROWN SLAYING . . . OWNED BY JEWS, JEWS JUST AS RACIST AGAINST CHRISTIAN PALESTINIANS IN GAZA, WEST BANK--THREE JUDICIAL SYSTEMS, ONE FOR THE ISRAELIES, ONE FOR PALISTINIAN CITIZENS OF THE ISRAELI STATE, AND AN ENTIRELY PUNITIVE, HARSH, DISCRIMINATORY SYSTEM FOR THOSE PALISTIANIANS LIVING IN GAZA & THE WEST BANK--SURPRISE, SURPRISE, THEY WOULD SIDE WITH THE COPS! IN THE CHINESE LANGUAGE, THERE ARE TWO ROOT WORDS THAT ARE CONNECTED WITH THE WORD, "CRISIS", DANGER AND OPPORTUNITY = CRISIS--LET'S TAKE THE JACKED UP, TESTOSRUM FILLED COPS, POLICING THE PEACEFUL PROTESTORS IN FERGUSON AND TURN THAT BOTTLED UP RAGE, ANGER, AND THOSE KILLING MACHINES ON ISIS--AN EQUALLY JACKED AND DISPICABLE BAND OF JACK BOOTED THUGS, KILLERS, AND BEHEAD THEM . . . THE USA SHOULD USED DRONES, CIA, SPECIAL FORCES, AND TAKE THE ASSHOLES OUT! PERIOD, GIVE'EM A BOOT UP THEIR ASSES, THAT IS THE AMERICAN WAY, TAKE THEM OUT, PRESIDENT OBAMA! THANKS EGYPT FOR TELLING AMERICA TO BACK OFF THE PROTESTORS IN THE BROWN CASE, BRITIAN, OUR ALLIES NEED TO TARGET THEIR NATIONAL RECRUITS IN ISIS OR ISIL--IS ILL, MURDERERS OF MUSLIMS AND CHRISTIANS ALIKE! PROSECUTOR MCCULLOUCH NEEDS TO RECUSE HIMSELF, AVOID THE VERY APPEARANCE OF EVIL! I LOVE YOU TOO, FERGUSON--KEEP ENGINEERING PEACE, STOP FURTHER VIOLENCE, TEACH YOUR YOUNG PEACE, NOT WAR . . . A BEAUTIFUL NEW WORLD, NOT 2 BILLION DOLLAR BACKED ISIS . . . WORLD BANKERS ANYONE? FUND BOTH SIDES OF THE WAR, ISIS IS BEGGING, TAUNTING USA TO GET INVOLVED IN . . . GET RID OF THE MONEY CHANGERS, CHRIST DID! SIMPLY THROW THEM OUT, STOP GETTING INTO BOOTS ON THE GROUND WARS, DON'T FIGHT HARDER, FIGHT SMARTER!

From the Zionist Movement to New Testament Zion

This morning, while getting off the bus and entering the UNLV Campus--I figured out that the "N" stands for "Nevada", really, I didn't know, so the University of Nevada Las Vegas Campus, there was music playing, a jump slide, I was temped to slide down, but I was afraid, I might inflate the toy, and the real students, not a visiting attorney, might not get to ride the fun slide at the Just Jew It, booth, promoting, I would guess, a club for Jews, who are attending the university; I wanted one of the bright red t-shirts, with white writing, they were handing out free; however, they might get pissed and throw me, a wanna be, eternal student, hung out on college campuses, teaching for 7 or 8 years after graduating from law school, at Brigham Young University, in Provo, Utah . . . I Just Can't Get Enough . . . love colleges, college life, young minds, always the ones to engineer revolutions, right, Egypt?  

The next booth, on my walk to the William Boyd Law School, was the Intervarsity Christian Campus Organization, who offered me a bottle of water, symbolic, I am sure of Christ being the living water, and I jokingly said, that the Jews beat them to the first spot on the walk into campus, so they better get going . . . they said, I know, they have a party each year, and I said, then, you guys better have a party.  I believe the next group of campus missionaries, were the Jehovah Witnesses, I hurried past them, once you let them in your house, you can't get rid of them, much like the Mormon Missionaries . . . being raised a Mormon, I can claim rights to all three campus groups.  Joseph Smith, founder and first prophet of the Mormon Church, realized that the Jews were God's chosen people, at least in the Old Testament, He/She might beg to differ in the New Testament, so the Mormon prophet, decided to have members adopted into the tribes of Israel, so they too, could claim that status with God, male and female, created he them, in his image . . . .  Then, of course, Mormons claim to be Christian, while there are those who would argue that point, their real name is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, in name only, from my opinion, you haven't met my family, and they do close their prayers in the name of Jesus Christ, makes them Christian?  And, then, you have the Jehovah Witnesses, whom I have entertained in my home, and read their stuff, as I have many religions material and books, but, a former, apostate of the Mormon Church, started the Jehovah Witnesses . . . with a heavy emphasis on missionary tracking and proselyting, his mission, like many youth in the Mormon Church, see their missions, as the best two years of their lives . . . all down hill from that point on . . . sad!  
But this constitutional law attorney, a strict constructionist, reads the plain language of the U.S. Constitution, the first amendment, to be exact, and is no respecter of religions, nor the right to refrain from practicing religion all together!  

My next landmark on campus to let me know I am going in the right direction, is the Lied Library, an architectural wonder, a beautiful addition to campus . . . but, my mind wonders, why the strangely symbolic name of the building?  I wonder if third husband, Brett Stuart/Stewart, Kay Burningham, aka JoAnn S. Secrist, me, his proxy wife, and Shelley, my sister, who allegedly worked for Gumdrop Books, selling books to the Las Vegas area school librarians, allegedly, during the same time, her son, Jesse Anderson, and his wife and her, daughter-in-law, Tiffany, son, Jaden, were pirating my son, Elliot Taylor Secrist's music, God's Revolver, Little Black Horse Where are You Going With Your Dead Rider CD, winning Hard Rock Band of 2008, but this was back in the earlier days of the album, roughly 2005 or 2006, in particular, under their copies on a black market CDs, entitled Bandit, might actually have been the money base for this campus library?  Just a thought . . . my niece, Margaret Schmidt, or Meg, was a law student at the UNLV law school, at about the same time, and I offered at the time, to come speak to her class or the student body, about my securities, civil rights case, in 2010, Brock et al v. Herbert et al . . . did Shelley come speak, Kay,  Rachel?

Just a few questions that come to mind, as I walk to a from the bus stop on Tropicana . . . they drive a white limo for transport!  Got music, cases, resume, blog, all free, needed to launder that music money somewhere . . . is this a spot?  Shelley would disappear for weeks at a time to Vegas, after I left Brett . . . just a thought?

The wonders of America, where Jews and Christians, occupy the same sidewalk, side by side, respect their individual religious and cultural choices . . . Got to Love This AMERICAN RIDE!  Oh, the word, Zion, in the New Testament, means to be of one heart and one mind!  That is a great and improved application of the Zionist movement, work for happiness, not ego!  There is a great book, and if I remember the name, it is called, The Generals Son . . . an Israeli Living in Palestine, the author, now an American, who was living in California, started to attend Israeli/Palestinian groups, working for peace in the Mid-East, when he learned of the reoccupation of the City of David, after 2000 year absence, and heard for the first time of the Zionist movement, to take back what they considered their homeland . . . not the same people, maybe reoccupy after a few years, but 2000?  Come on!  Take property, possessions, and kick out the Palestinians?  It is possible to have one state, under one set of rules or constitution!  Check out American civil rights, Ferguson, South Africa, Apartheid . . . a work, obviously still in progress, but obtainable!

ISIS, Go Fuck Yourself!  Or We are Sending the St. Louis Police Force to Take Your Asses DOWN!

Need I say more?  There is a time and a place for boys and their toys!  Go after the right targets!  Killing machines to killing machines . . . make it count!

County Attorney for Ferguson . . . No Shame in Recusal!

County attorneys are part of the executive branch of government in the county; they work very closely with police departments, enforcing the laws of the local, state, and federal legislative bodies; therefore, while you have been elected by the people to represent the state in criminal charges, going after one of your own, so to say, is too hard, opens too much room to speculate that there would be bias involved, and you don't normally go after cops, nor file charges against them, so, this is an area, you don't want to venture into, was your hands of it!  County attorneys and cops, are like a team, on the same side, running a rely race to protect the health, safety and welfare of the citizens in their respective areas; however, no one expects a shoplifter, to be gunned down on the streets of your city, even less, to be witnessed by members of the black community, already sensitive, regardless of your capacities for sympathy, to relate to them, you just, simply, cannot!

Your family history and cop connections aside, you have a record that is suspect, right or wrong, with a built in prejudice by the black community, who sees that there were several cases, you failed to exercise your prosecutorial, gate-keeping capacity to justice, through failure to charge and prosecute several DEA agents, who shocked the community by unloading 21 bullets into a car in the Jack in the Box parking lot, with one of the victims, being totally innocent and the other, entitled to DUE PROCESS & EQUAL PROTECTION!  

Retain the dignity of your office . . . your choice to impanel the grand jury, and allow the defendant, cop, Wilson, to actually present his side of the facts to the secret viewing, lacking transparency, so needed in this case, is already evidence of your lack of objectivity!  County attorneys have a hard job, and one must be ever vigilant, to protect that line of demarcation between the job of the fact finders, the cops, and the charging entity, the prosecutor, who is to decide, whether, based on the facts, the witnesses, and the evidence, whether to prosecute or decline to prosecute . . . even waiting 9 days, to release the cops name, combined with the release of the video tape, and the bogus leak of Joci, hearsay at best, and biased a worst, without having the guts to face the cameras, the press, and the community, is just in poor taste, if not, downright throwing a red herring into the credible, first hand witnesses, who have subjected themselves to FBI and press scrutiny, and have remained true to their statements of the facts!

Even Special Prosecutors in Trayvon Martin, Were Trashed by the  Cops!

I was shocked, disgusted, appalled, disenchanted, and furious at the prosecutors, the cops who clearly were supporting the wanna be cop, Zimmerman, and a judge who could not have been more biased in favor of Zimmerman, than if it had been her son, avoiding every scintilla of fairness, fucking ignoring his counsel, and referring directly to Zimmerman, handling him with kit gloves, preference, and deference, leaving an indelible mark on the minds of the jury, shockingly unconstitutional, aberrant and a breach of justice, totally, undeniably, etc.

The prosecutors charged too high, the whole thing was a crock, don't  make that mistake!  Got to go . . . 90 minutes up!    

 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

I HATE YOU: BUT I WANT YOUR IDENTITY, YOUR NAME, YOUR CREDENTIALS, YOUR EDUCATION, EXPERIENCE, DEGREES, FAMILY, STORIES, TRAVELS, THROUGHS, BRAINS, WRITINGS, CASES, BLOG, ETC. . . . BUT I HATE YOU! ENVY AND JEALOUSY, ANYONE? I, JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., BLOGGER EXTROADINAIR, JUST GOT MY LAST SELF-AUTHENTICATING DOCUMENTATION STOLEN! SCREAM! I DON'T LEGALLY EXIST . . . ALWAYS WANTED TO BE OFF THE RADAR SCREEN, BUT A LEGAL NON-ENTITY IS TOUGH!

What are Self-Authenticating Legal Documents?

There is something in the law, we call, self-authenticating evidence . . . like official government documents, like driver licenses, social security cards, marriage licenses, professional licenses, certifications, death certificates, birth certificates, living wills, wills, trusts, etc.  Just the other day, or since I have been in Las Vegas, Nevada, for roughly one month, the last remaining self-authentication, of any kind, just up and disappeared from my purse, with the one exception, that luckily, I had just forgot to put back into my purse, my Walmart Money Card . . . but, I have had to have several of those, due to theft too!  

So, tracing my life, lineage, travels, legal career, family life, living, and what not, have been sorely compromised, over the last few years, starting in the year 2000, when I either was poisoned, or got a terminal illness, and someone decided, that a cheap, down and dirty way to get a great legal career, complete with education, experience, jobs, honors, awards, good credit, and a great family, was much easier, stolen that worked for . . . so here is my story of identity theft, culminating, this week with the theft of my Social Security Card, that I have had since I was 16 years old, my Social Security Medicare Card, I have never used for medical treatment, but I have used as a self-authenticating document, after my driver license and Utah State Bar Cards were stolen, so here is goes . . . a warning to friend and foe, this could happen to you, even by those whom should be the nearest and dearest to you, family, friends, acquaintances, clients, and house guests.

Where is all Started--I Believe the Plan Was Well in Advance of 2000

Now, by way of family background information, that is helpful, my older sister, Shelley, Southwick, Anderson, Yeman, or whatever, has worked with my father, Richard Glenn Southwick, since she was in junior high.  I was always jealous, because, I was sure, when young, that my father, was Superman, looking much like the first, Clark Kent, working down around the Judge Building in Salt Lake City, Utah, a building that looked much like Superman's Office Building, and my father, who wore glasses in those days, and resembled the old actor, very much.  But, Shelley, seemed to have a way of working with my father, off and on, through the years, in and out, at various times.

In basically, 2000, I was either poisoned, or I was diagnosed with a terminal brain condition called PIX, that had the rare and strange, diagnosis of narcissistic personality disorder, really?  A deterioration of the frontal lobes, looking somewhat like dementia or early onset of Alzheimer's, so a brainless zombie, with a penchant for self-love, obsession and approval?  Wow, with now cure, would never work again, and with a guaranteed death sentence of 2 years . . . very interesting.  Now, how do you get rid of a smart . . . whooops, that narcissism, was not extricated out of me, during the witch hunt and burning, I guess, merely, due to the fact that I survived an unsurvivable, brain disease . . . LOL!  Nice try, but my father took over my life, sadly, and to my chagrin, now, that I even entertained the thought of trusting, a criminal, putting my stellar life, right diagnosis, at least on that narcissism part, in the hands of someone with my sister's best interest at stake, not my own, I signed a general power of attorney . . . dad must think is still in effect to this day, the holder can do with your life, property, money, I guess my children, my career, houses, cars, credit, as he will!  Even is it is against my best interest!  SCREEEEEEAAAMMMMM . . .

 The Placebo Effect!

Deep down in my heart of hearts, I never believed I would die . . . but, I did, however, give up on life, for about 8 years, waiting to die, leaving all my finances up to my father . . . bad move!  I can't describe to you, the stupid way, you live your life, when you are told you only have two years to live, will never work again, and there is no cure, almost worse diagnosis than cancer, and that no one has ever survived PIX Disease . . . except me, this narcissistic, disorderly, female, arrogant, bitch attorney, who is just too ornery to die!  This prognosis did take its toll on me, I had a bridge at the back of the right side of my mouth, that kept coming unglued, and I hated to bug my brother-in-law, dentist, Mark Nelson, and former boyfriend, in better times, now married, to my sister, Marcie, to glue it in again and again, so I tossed it, thinking, well I will be dead soon, so, what the hell, trash it!

Exercise, personal hygiene, hair, make-up, clothes, cars, houses, career, all thrown to the wind, for about 8 years, waiting to die, until, I realized that I had most likely been poisoned, with a man-made poison, that didn't work, or failed, some say, I had to have been given an antidote, or cure, but, then with 150 pounds to lose, I decided to start living again, easier said than done!  My father had sent my sister, both my driver's license, my state ID, and my Social Security Card!  And this is where the fraud and identity theft started, well, sort of, the cops, and attorney generals office, with two attorney generals participating, with two, a later one involved in the scheme to defraud me of my life, liberty and happiness, not to mention, my law degree, cases, children, etc., have just been indicted or charged with corruption, gifts, bribes, and all, so there is some validity, to their involvement in my identity theft, Mark Shurtleff, was a personal friend, collegue, and literally, asked me to run his campaign, but when I sued, after talking to him and the other guy, under indictment, he turned to my sister, who was a rat for the government, and just changed places, either threatening, pressuring, or killing those who were loyal to me, long and short of it.

The Story of the Prince & the Pauper, or Lawyer & Biologist

Remember the story of the prince and the pauper, when the prince was kidnapped by those who opposed him being on the throne, or something like that, and they found a pauper, who looked just like the prince, and put him in the princes stead.  I remember, Leo DeCaprio, having a mask put on his face, while he was locked away in prison, and his twin, stepped in as the heir to the throne, someone whom they could control, manipulate, influence, because they were getting a better deal than being themselves!  That is much the same here . . . big sis had bad credit, a lousy non-existent career, people hounding her with law suits, judgements, etc., and they allowed her and others to step in and take my place . . . hell, two cops, came and told me that Shelley had my original driver license revoked, or suspended, WHAT?

She was to benefit, she had possession of my driver license, without a record, or driving history, I think I might have had one ticket, and that is it.  She has tried to steal or get my Social Security for years, even making up lies and trying to go before a judge, stating that I was raped by 8 Burmese men . . . crazy shit like that!  And who is aiding and abetting her . . . cops, prosecutors, and judges, so, hell, yeah, in the Michael Brown case, get them recused, dismissed, or replaced!  She got a sweet deal, and I got her shit life!  This is the big switch, but I threw a wrench in the game, and did a great come back, all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court!  But even that was not enough to protect me from this den of thieves, thick as thieves, not to mention, the same tactics being used against my son, Elliot, bass guitarist for God's Revolver and Maraloka bands . . . that is cousin, Isaacs!  Seriously . . . it was not enough to steal over $700 million worth of cases, my law practice, house, furniture, cars, kids .  . . CIA infiltration in family.

And now, my fucking Social Security Card, and Medicare Card?  They also took my proof of State Farm Insurance, connecting me to my Ford Truck, insured by Amy, someone, in Cedar City, covered at the time the sheriff deputies took my truck, and then claimed I was driving my client's car uninsured . . . they took proof that I was insured, up to September, falsely arrested me in June, after stealing my Ford Ranger, 4X4, extended cab, truck, plus, took the key to my apartment or room in a townhouse, in Missoula, at Tony Osthemieir's . . . all evidence, of any connection to anything has been stolen.

How They Do It . . . Offer Deals to Visitors, Friends, Clients to Take, When Trusted

Great Falls DMV either lost or stole my driver license, after I registered or paid to register, Mike Hall's car, which is was buying.  But, I didn't worry much, because I had my Utah State Bar Card, but last July 4th, 2013, while visiting Susan, a friend in Helena, she asked me, plan, to go with her on the 4th to honor the vets, at the VA Hospital, in Helena . . . gone for hours, new roomie, with a boyfriend who was arrested a day before, stayed at the house, I am sure that she was offered a deal to get him out of jail, if she took  my bar card, picture ID . . . gone after 4 years in possession after getting my law license reactivated!

I am sure that either a girlfriend, or one of my cousin's renters, whom, I guess, might be undercover, Ph.D. from Standford, allegedly dying of cancer, who has been in the house, while both me and my cousin have been gone, could have been paid, ordered, or assigned to take the ID!  There is a fine line between, love and hate . . . I have found, that there are those who admired you, but at the slightest provocation or rejection, either personally or professionally, by these alleged hot shots, the love turns immediately to hate, and it becomes a personal matter . . . this has happened over and over again.

I am leaving Las Vegas to return to Montana, tomorrow, on the 9 a.m., Greyhound Bus, if all goes well, arriving in Kalispell, sometime around early afternoon, on Thursday, if I am guessing right.  So, perhaps, this last ditch effort to stop me, may result in foul play, but I am not suicidal, always error on the side of safety, or I would have been long gone, and that is the reason for being here in the first place, left Beartooth Mountains, after double blood bath on highway at 3 a.m., took off to Helena, then to Great Falls, then to Vegas, by way of St. George, where assess to kids, blocked, or spouses, CIA, objected to . . . truth hurts fuckers!  Got to go!

 

OFFICER FRIENDLY TO G.I. JOE! (CNN): FERGESON, MISSOURI, MICHAEL BROWN SLAYING; COMMENTS, LEGAL OVERVIEW, HOPED FOR OUTCOME--WITH THE WORLD WATCHING THE CONFLICT RESOLUTION OVER RACE, HAS LASTING IMPLICATIONS THAT APPLY TO THE ISRAELI, PALISTINIAN CONFLICT, WITH HAMAS WEIGHING IN, ISIS IN IRAQ AND SYRIA, PRO-RUSSIAN INSURGENTS ON EASTERN BORDER OF THE UKRAINE, AND OTHER HOT CONFLICT AREAS AROUND THE WORLD--ENGINEERING A PEACEFUL RESOLUTION TO RACIAL CONFLICTS OF ALL KINDS, UP TO AN INCLUDING THOSE BASED ON RELIGIOUS BELIEFS, CAN THE FIRST AMENDMENT TAKE THE HEAT--MY BET IT CAN!

Totality of the Circumstances in Fergeson--Racial Distrust

I am sitting at the University of Las Vegas Law School, 3rd Floor Library, on a school computer, giving me barely 90 minutes per session, having left my personal computer in Montana, almost a month ago, thus the lack of blog entries and postings--this, however, is an issue, I would be amiss to dismiss or fail to address . . . their are too many issues I feel strongly about, and might be able to shed some, somewhat educated light on, having formerly been, staff attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council, in the Criminal Enforcement Division of the Utah Attorney Generals Office, switching sides, being a constitutional law attorney, having not only done criminal defense work, but also done civil litigation, with civil rights, 1983 actions, not only against the state of Utah, Department of Commerce, Division of Securities, and state officials acting in their official capacities, under color of law, for violating federal and constitutionally protected civil rights, while working for the state, in addition to suing Iron County, Utah, narcotics task force, police, sheriffs, the county attorney, and the Division of Child and Family Services, for like civil rights violations, perpetrated by local and state officials, in their official capacities, while working allegedly under color of law . . . or with the force of law behind them; therefore, having somewhat of a bird's eye view, having worked on both sides of the fence!

They Say, The Most Powerful Person in the World is a Turn-Coat

Case in point, Edward Snowden, ratting out the NSA, as one of their own agents, privy to the programs, methods, and violations of constitutional rights . . . I fall into that same category with prosecutors, cops, and even judges, not lacking in credentials, up to an including a bar membership in the United States Supreme Court bar . . . character assassinations aside, they have done little to stop me from voicing my opinions and power punching cops and prosecutors of all levels, in addition to clocking a few judges on my way to the top of the legal world.  So, for what it is worth, here are a few of my comments and observations on the Fergeson, murder of Michael Brown and tangentially connected issues . . .

Smart Move on Gov. Jay Nixon's Part, Appointing Officer Ron Johnson, Home Town Boy

I have been totally impressed with Highway Patrol Officer, Ron Johnson, who has reached out to a grieving community, walked with those who morn, cried, not afraid to admit sorrow, sadness, apologize, and do all that he can in a professional, humanitarian, kind, rational, and sympathetic way, yet as manly as you can get, strong presence, voice, stature, command and willingness to work with the protestors and cops alike . . . someone who can stand as a role model for cops, nationwide.   

There are multiple levels of cops, agencies, and levels involved in this conflict, shooting, involving a white police officer and a black teen, with an already frustrated and mistrusting community, if not the state, other states, cities nationwide and the world watching . . . I think it wise to take the local police chief, who is too close to the situation out of the equation, as well as the county sheriff's department.  Many don't know that the highway patrol are state cops, police, are city, and sheriffs are county . . . FBI, of course is federal.


Often, there are jurisdictional issues, resentment from local and state law enforcement, when the federal agents step into the situation, with the state highway patrol, being, in my mind, the least conflicting, on those turf issues, with all the law enforcement agencies involved, and perhaps the least interested on an agency basis, having more to do with statewide issues, highways, protection of state officials, and working with state issues.  That is just my personal opinion . . . so a great move jurisdictionally, racially, professionally, locally, bringing in someone who knows many of the local leaders in this crisis and community.

I was most impressed with Officer Ron Johnson, when he said that after the church meeting yesterday, that he would go see if black son, who wore his pants baggy, baseball hat to the side, with tatoos, relaying to the parents, not only of Michael Brown, but those living with teens themselves, who are struggling with the anger, the aggression, the youthful invisibility, of teens who were not only Michael's friends, grieving his death, but worried about their own chances of survival with the deaths of Trayvon Martin, Sean Bell, Davis, Gardner, and another black teen shot after he and friends, were ordered off the BART subway system in San Francisco, to get up against a wall, when one youth demanded his rights, and he was wrestled to the ground, man-handled, cuffed, and then shot execution style, in front of his five friends, who were questioned after someone merely called in about a disturbance on the train . . . the four burly officers just assumed it must be this group of young black boys!

Remember What These Deaths Have Been the Result of . . .

Martin . . . walking home from the store, with all rights, privileges, property, and self defense, who thought Zimmerman was a sexual predator following him home!  Gardner, chocked to death for selling unwrapped, single cigarettes!  Subway youth for asking or even demanding his rights to be questioned . . . what happened to probable cause, my point, I guess their blackness was the PC that led the officers to believe they had been the ones who committed the disturbance!  And now, Officer Friendly, Wilson, going for broke after Michael and his friend didn't immediately get off the street, when ordered to!  Some of us, actually were watching from the first minutes after this murder was witnessed, while the eye witnesses, who not only pulled their cars over, stopped in their apartments, but took videos of the incident, being so out of the ordinary, during broad daylight, on a Saturday afternoon!

I don't care if Michael had robbed the convenience store, or had traces of marijuana in his toxicology report from the state medical examiner . . . in our system, he could have left a dead body in the store, and he is still entitled to due process and equal protection of the law!  Nothing justified the shooting, not attitude, not even walking toward him . . . which is not what any of the first hand witnesses said!  Nine days later, through a leak, by the officer's friend, it is coming out, that Michael "bum rushed" the officer, who was sitting in his cop car, with a gun for god sake!  Get real . . . in fear of his life?  A gun, is the ultimate equalizer, between men of differing sizes, men and women, cops and alleged assailants!  In fear of eminent danger, when you are protected by a squad car, with a gun in your holster?  REALLY?

What the hell are you doing being a cop?

By All Means . . . Dismiss the Prosecutor, Often Seen as Hired Gun of the Cops

One of the biggest complaints I have of prosecutors, is they are letting the tail wag the dog!  Too often, the cops will come to the prosecutor, and strong arm them into taking a case, when the prosecutor's job is to be the gateway to justice, not find a way to substantiate anything the cops tell them is a crime!  The prosecutor has gone to four years of college, in any field, and then to an additional 4 years of college to get to the point of understanding the law . . . while there are many officers with college degrees, in criminal justice, there are just as many with little training at all, and that is sad.  However, I have personally offered law enforcement agencies, free of charge, legal training on constitutional issues, that they often become tangled with in times of arrest, serving warrants, searching vehicles and homes . . . etc.

Many don't know, that most judges, come up through the ranks and files of the prosecutor offices, and there is nothing wrong with that; however, from being on both sides of the criminal justice system, there is a saying, and it is also in the defense attorneys' bible . . . you have prosecutor number one, the prosecutor, and prosecutor number two, the judge!  There is a certain mentality that goes with prosecutors and defense attorneys, and I am not sure that is good!  The prosecutors tend to wear their golf shirts and dockers to conferences, have an arrogant attitude, as if they have never done any wrong, and their shit doesn't stink . . . defense attorneys, wear shorts, flip flops, and Hawaiin shirts, and swear, much like I do.

Prosecutors have all the levels of cop agencies, plus the judge on their side, if you want to know the truth, and the defense attorneys, stand alone, armed only with the U.S. and state Constitutions, to protect their clients, and I have had jury instructions go from 9 the night before trial, to 23, throwing out not only the Constitutional protections of my client, but mine, or his own defense attorney's arguments, with unseen prosecutors, working on jury instructions, from behind the scenes, while the prosecutor I am in court with, and the judge, are with me, so who in the hell had time to write me and the Constitution out of the jury instructions . . . the 4 other prosecutors who are watching the trial from short circuit TV?

I have also had the county attorney, who has been recused from the case, even show up at a 1 a.m., not 1 p.m., jury deliberation, looking over the members, implying, you are next, if you dare let JoAnn win!  I have also had the press, point blank, while interviewing me on a hot case, being told by the prosecutor, if JoAnn wins, you can't publish it in the newspaper!  So hell, yes, get rid of the fucking prosecutor . . . who had a father, who was shot as a cop, who mentions his father at times, and failed to find anyone, cops, guilty of the killing of two black men in the community.  Even though the prosecutor has been elected, and around since 1991, doesn't mean he has been the gateway to justice, he may have run unopposed, people generally, don't know the prosecutor, or they fear, they may get someone worse!

Militarization of Cops & Protestors . . . Motives?

Militarization of the cops, a police state, armed with M-Raps, BearCats, riot gear, tear gas, etc., don't belong on the streets of America!  This is all Patriot Act, bull shit . . . many of said, of the trouble makers in the crowd of peaceful protestors, that they are outsiders, coming in from other states, or are they paid by the cops, or supporters of totalitarian governments, police states, tyranny, oppression, facism?  In both Israel, and the Ukraine, the trouble makers, those breaking the rules, shooting down planes, ignoring peace or times when both sides of agreed not to shoot, or no strike zones, or times, there have been members, who have stirred up trouble, but seem to be, not associated with either side, just causing trouble . . . remember, there is money to be made, Haliburton to get paid, government contractors, military complexes with interests in all of this, keeping the battle going!

There is a figure or a protestor, CNN often shows at the beginning of a parade, with a black shirt, that says, God before Money!  We are One Nation Under God . . . we need to focus on resolving the issues, with UNITY, LOVE, AND FREEDOM IN MIND!  Cops, as are attorneys, power hungry, and power driven, so a police state, tyranny, militarization, only feeds the egos of law enforcement, who literally freak out, when a jay walker, doesn't immediately hop to, and obey his command to get out of the street!  Is this really what we want in law enforcement?  Do we want to give them more power than they already have?  It is a sad day for law enforcement, peace officers, and their counterparts, of all levels, when people are more afraid of them, than the criminals, these public servants are hired to protect the citizens from . . . I am white, female, and I never, ever, think about a rapist, murderer, an assault, sexual assault, because, as a constitutional law attorney, who has sued cops, prosecutors and gone up against judges, all legally, constitutionally, and lawfully, it is the cops, who terrify me, why?  Because, they have the legal power, abused generally, to make my life a living hell . . . and they have.


Wednesday, July 30, 2014

END THE BARBARIC PRACTICE OF FEMALE CIRCUMCISION--PRESIDENT OBAMA TO AFRICAN NATIONS; NEXT TOP RUN-WAY MODEL, NIGERIAN EMIGRANT, STORY OF MOTHER, IMMIGRATION, INS, DENIAL OF CITIZENSHIP, BEING STOPPED FROM VISITING DYING MOTHER IN NIGERIA, FEAR OF 27 YEAR OLD BEING CIRCUMCISED UPON VISIT, WITHOUT PROTECTION OF USA CITIZENSHIP . . . WE NEED REVISED IMMIGRATION POLICIES FOR GOOD CITIZENS, VALUED CITIZENS, WHO HAVE TRIED TO GET CITIZENSHIP, PAID TAXES, COLLEGED EDUCATED, RAISED THREE CHILDREN, EX-HUSBAND GIVEN CITIZENSHIP, WIFE DENIED . . . ANOTHER FORM OF DISCRIMINATION? COME ON AMERICA, WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS, AFRICA, YOU SHOULD BE ONE OF THE MOST PROSPEROUS NATIONS--MAYBE THE PRACTICE OF TREATING YOUR WOMEN SO DESPICABLY COULD HELP YOU CLEANSE YOUR NATION OF THE STAIN OF THE PRACTICE, THAT IS NOT MUCH MORE ADVANCED THAN CAVEMAN DAYS!

Dreams of Two Presidential Candidates--Cat Cartoon

Yesterday, I spent a substantial part of my afternoon, talking to Obie, short for her Nigerian name, with about 20 characters in both the first and last names, that I could not pronounce, if my life depended on it, but our conversations went from a hit and run accident, she got into in her Mercedes with a man who took off after nearly totaling her car, while she was actually on her way to re-up her auto insurance, after being out of the state on a modelling gig, only to get hit a day before she could make it across LA, to make her payment, to a worker's comp claim, for being an extra, getting heat stroke or fainting while working as an extra in the movie, Fast & Furious, not to be confused with the government selling arms to third world countries, or drug lords in Mexico, being used against our border patrol and their own citizens, to talking to Obie, about her mother's 20 year struggle with INS, immigration and customs, to get her citizenship!

As we talked, the issue of her mother's fear of visiting her dying mother in Nigeria, after not seeing her for 20 years, and the fear of taking Obie with her, who had not been circumcised, being two years short of becoming a citizen herself, fearing her daughter would also become a victim of what happened to her as a child, being cut and sown up, which was the custom of her tribe or country, either for religious reasons, or those pesky social mores, making sure that girls, are virgins, until their marriage, when their new husband, gets the pleasure, to her pain, of ripping the hell out her stitched up vagina, ensuring he was getting the girl he bargained for!  I told her it was just her luck, that she got the only, female, attorney in the USA, and member of the United States Supreme Court Bar, to be female circumcised by pissed off males, after getting 9 federal agents and attorneys fired, with the feds getting the form of punishment for this female attorney, from a paper, a scholarly work, published, and awarded, having been written for an International Law class at BYU, 1993, with professor, Michael Goldsmith, on female circumcision!

I also, informed her, that just this week, President Obama, was meeting with I believe, 50 or so, big business heads, from various countries, throughout the African continent, and asking them to help eradicate the barbaric practice of female circumcision!  He wisely, went on to say, as these business leaders seek to improve the economy and standing of Africa, in the world, that a good indication of the character of a nation is the way they treat their women!  Thank God for men, like President Obama, who have not only spoken out about this disgusting practice, but others that America also needs to remedy, like domestic violence and sexual assault . . . out sexist shit stinks too!  So I am sure as I sang the praises of this act of chivalry and valor by our President, seeing it every bet as important, to use he respected reputation and world popularity, to end wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, to make an impact, to help women worldwide, with archaic and backward customs and social controls, that benefit men, but sorely hurt, scare, control, and batter women, but it is within this context that I had the somewhat amusing dream, I had last night, with no connection to reality, decorum, rationality, and credence!  But, just for your entertainment, purely intended.

REM Sleep Center to President Obama

I will admit, I have more than one news source, and unlike Sarah Palin, I can tell you what news sources I read, and where I got my information.  But I have long respected the Obama's as a married couple, and I guarantee you Michelle, you have nothing to worry about, from this inane dream, so no implication or intent, just the deranged mind of this women, very appreciative of what your husband is trying to do for women.  Now, I have long thought President Obama was and is hot, a bit too thin, for this beef cake chick, who has come to the realization, that I don't need to lose weight, I just need a bigger man!  But, take a dream, for what a dream is worth, this one just funny.  But I have read the reports of divorce, Michelle's tell all book, much like those of the Clinton's and the Bush's marriages on the rocks, by the Big Foot and Elvis believer's crowd, so I think my moments, grabbing a National Enquirer, with as much interest as I do a Wall Street Journal or Salt Lake Tribune, or one on that level, the Mormon owned, Deseret News, you have to just consider the source!

So, last night, Edward, my cousin, not to be confused with Edward Snowden, I just wrote about, an hour ago, took Obie to the Bellagio Hotel, and to other social events around Vegas, for a night of dancing, drinking and whatever follows that, I feel asleep, but my early morning dream was just as entertaining and full of surprises.  For I had a visit from the President of the United States, not dressed in his normal office and running the country attire, but wearing a red golf shirt, and khaki shorts, with sandals on, and he was sitting with me in his car . . . no secret service.  So as my sleepy brain, becomes cognitive of me sitting with the President in this casual setting of his car, me, of course, in a white, symbolic of pure, summer dress . . . haven't worn white, nor a dress for 14 years, but, nonetheless, that is what I was wearing, and I am sitting in the passenger side of the front seat, while both of us are listening to the news, although, I admit, I was more worried what to do with a President, than listening to the news!

So, I scoot across the seat, old style car, no bucket or hidden chambers in the middle, but I move next to the Barack, we will use a more familiar term, due to the circumstances in the dream, and kind of cozy up to him, with not response from him.  No return of affection, just a question, to see if I had a take on the news that just came on the radio . . . what, the radio, I hadn't listened to what was being said, I was too busy, trying to figure out why I was with the President, why he was so casually dressed and what might bring about a meeting with him, or the events that were taking place, just taking clues as I saw them . . . the news you ask . . . I didn't get a BS degree, in English and communications for nothing, so I play, stump the President and bull shit my way through a semblance of a response.

I don't think he bought it, but he was his normal cool self, and was wise enough not to start an argument with me, President or no President, I don't like to be questioned on my knowledge or my interpretation . . . that is why, when given a chance on this blog to receive comments, I declined, I don't care to hear your critique, nor value your response . . . just kidding, but not really.  So there is a long silent, pregnant pause in our conversation, and I am still wondering why I am sitting, now awkwardly next to the President, in a car, thinking of a plan to scoot back across the seat, unnoticed.  Finally, I said, so, Prez., why are we here?  After some time, he said, I am a play boy . . . that most likely came from me watching the news the other night, or it came from Rachel Maddow or Jon Stewart, making fun of Fox News, making fun of the President playing golf with the head of some state or nation . . . Barack was wearing a blue shirt and shorts in the segment, so I believe I was influenced by that, but my mind put him in a red shirt . . . a far more powerful color, symbolically!

My Dream of Mitt Romney, Just Days Before the 2012 Presidential Elections

Now, anyone who has followed this blog for any substantial time, knows, that I believe their was foul play in my $357M securities case, Brock et al v. Herbert et al, with me suspecting for good reason and with some supporting circumstantial evidence that my contingency fee of $118M ended up going to Mitt's campaign, given the players involved, the close connection between my family and Romney, through church sources, the overly representative percentage of Mormon CIA, FBI and NSA being Mormon, and a hotly contested and battled campaign, with me pulling for President Obama.  So taken in that context, you have to just consider the source . . .

This dream, of Mitt, is just as uncharacteristic of Mitt, as the one about, Barack . . . with a slim chance of either one of them ever being with me in reality, or in person, or in the situation presented in the dreams.  But, there is one caveat, for Mitt, and that is that every Mormon male, in his heart of hearts, believes that he will have more than one wife, about 10 virgins, if he lives well in this life, and at the time I had this dream, I was actually visiting a friend, who's father, while not a polygamist, was living in a sort of compound, just outside the top security area of the mysterious area 51, where there have been claims of UFO's and other worldly visitations by scientists who have been chased and tainted reputation wise, as I have, for revealing the truth about government secrets, no matter how bizarre they seem to be . . . so, that also may have influenced this dream, as did the last thing my friends father said, after we watched Russian news, from his self sustaining compound just outside of the Shevowitz Indian Reservation, 17 miles west of St. George.

I Didn't Even Want You For President!

I am sure, the somewhat justified, psycho-sexual analysis of both of these dreams will be, for this sexually repressed attorney, with no clitoris, that I have a latent desire to have sex with powerful men, I even entertained, a tryst with Putin, in my grandeous delusions, of actually finding a man, that is my equal, watch, the free YouTube movie, My Fake Fiance . . . Harvard grad, totally my personality . . . but here goes this somewhat humorous and interesting to say the least dream.

Okay, so you all know, that Governor Romney, or Mitt to me, in this compromising dream, has perfect hair, seldom do you ever see it messed up, but in this compromising dream, and Anne, due to the Mormon belief, in a similarly barbaric custom of polygamy, you might have a bit more to worry about . . . seeing that the twin relics of barbarism are slavery and polygamy, with Mormon males, and their co-partners, who are little more advanced than Africa, in custom and belief towards women, with many similarities, between Mormons and Muslims, who in some countries practice female circumcision, through Islam, and seeing that the punishment of choice for me, in Utah, also have polygamy in common.  Although Allah gives those who strap bombs on themselves, 70 virgins, rather than the allotted 10 virgins, in current Mormon scripture!

So, in the dream, Mitt is laying naked over me, with his hair, falling forward, only a sheet over he and I, I don't recall what I was wearing, but I am sure the shock of the dream, made me hopefully, wearing at least a nightgown, being overly prudish and modest.  But Mitt is up on his arms, on top of my body, with this sheet over me, and I get this thought, much like when I asked a rapist, in reality, laying on top of me, what are you doing . . . breaking the spell of fantasy, but I just look up at Mitt, again, in shock, but calm and secure in my comment . . . I didn't even want you for president!   

With the thought, that what the hell are you thinking, dude?  But, as I analyzed the dream, I thought, maybe, had he listened to me, read the same emails, I was sending to President Obama, or after the interception, to Senator Testers Staff in Montana, giving valuable critiques, comments, and thoughts about the election, the debates, comments I heard from the Mormon underground, like the fact that Mitt was building his 5th home, this one in California, with an elevator, going from the basement to the front door, bringing he car of the day, to the main level of the house, at a time when millions of Americans were losing their only home, with Obama's having only one home, besides the White House, if I recall, but stuff like that, with former President Clinton, joking about that house, or fact, he might have done better than listen to his staff, who were in fighting and leading him astray through false statements of fact and fiction!  

And in that context, I could see him wanting to be with ME!  Much more objective a source!

Anyway, we need to end all barbaric means of treating women, slavery, polygamy and female circumcision . . . plus, follow the 14th amendment of equal protection, how can one couple, with the INS, claiming her marriage was fraudulent, stopping Obie's mother from obtaining citizenship for 20 years, while granting the other partner to the marriage, citizenship years ago . . . denying her, even after finding the marriage to be valid, and irrelevant to the INS proceedings, but still used against this noble, honorable, Nurse, from Pennsylvania! We are better than this!

P.S. I forgot the cat cartoon . . . my symbol for the CIA is a cat, stealth, sneaky, silent, etc., so in this cartoon, kitncarlyle@comcast.net, 2014 UFS, Inc., www.GoComics.com, there is a chair, cat and a cat smacks into the woman's back, the caption says, Sorry, I thought I could jump over you!

DARTH VADAR: THE DEEP WEB OR THE DARK INTERNET--WHAT EDWARD SNOWDEN USED TO RAT OUT THE NSA, CIA, FBI, PRISM SPY SYSTEM AND FISCA COURTS, SENDING INFORMATION TO THE WASHINGTON POST & THE GUARDIAN IN ENGLAND, UNDETECTED BY THE NSA; NEW TECHNOLOGY ALLOWS YOU TO PROTECT SENSITIVE BANK AND CREDIT INFORMATION, AFFAIRS, CONFIDENTIAL EMAILS, COMPANY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY FROM THE EYES OF CHINESES COMPETITORS; LIKE A GUN, THIS DARK SECRET, THE DEEP WEB OR DARK INTERNET, IS ONLY AN AMORAL OBJECT OR PROGRAM, ITS USERS WILL DETERMINE WHETHER IT IS USED FOR GOOD OR FOR EVIL, OR FOR BUILDING THE EVIL EMPIRE! THE CHOICE IS UP TO YOU! SO FAR, IT IS FREE AND SELF POLICED! JUST THE WAY WE LIKE IT! A NEW BEAUTIFUL WORLD USE WOULD BE NICE!

Open Range--Get Your Peckers in the Dirt

I just liked that statement made by actor, Robert Duvall, in the movie, Open Range, about the battle for free range grazing of cattle, verses, stationary rancher cattle ranging, with property owners . . . plus the dirty bastard who was controlling the town, through the principles of all dark empires, from Darth Vadar, to modern day, Lex Luthers of the world . . . with the mantra of steal, kill and destroy!  In my personal battle for world supremacy, not for myself, but for all mankind, to live in a beautiful new world, with the premise of love, peace, harmony, justice, freedom and liberty for all, as opposed to the one world order, promoted by world bankers, fascist regimes, despots, tyranny, and the enslavement of people, worldwide, a labor force just large enough to serve the ruling elite, with little more than money games to offer, perpetrated by war, oppression, death and bloodshed, I learned of one more technological creation to either aid one side or the other.

Called the Deep Web or the Dark Internet

Of course, organized crime syndicates, the CIA, traffickers of firearms, labor, sex trade, and drugs, have already discovered a wide set of benefits and uses for this either dark and dastardly deep web or dark Internet, that few normal folks like myself, know about yet, either using it for the benefit of man and womankind, or for their own selfish purposes, deeds, prosperity, or evil.  As I understand it from Jeff, a friend who heard of my travails of screaming, swearing computers, when I happen to get something on my blog to the masses to help them, but to the chagrin of those who oppose the peaceful solutions to the human condition, he told me of technology and programs like Tails, TOR, or The Onion Router, Honeypots, and methods and means to stop or detect spam on your computer, or to bury your identity and location, through up to and including, 5,000 volunteer router cites, bumping you around the globe, until, there is no connection back to your original location, IP number, town, and I could be writing from the University of Las Vegas, Law School, sitting here on the third floor of the law library, and if I had the very simple device, like a small, USB, looking device, much like a travel flash or travel drive, plugged into my notebook, it would appear, as if I were writing this blog from the UK or somewhere else, through the deep web or the dark Internet.

In this world of cyber wars, and spying, leaving little to the imagination, especially to the eyes and minds of those working in NSA type activities, of even spying on Americans . . . who in the hell, do you think, messed with my computer, put psychedelic colors, stripes, and finally shutting me down . . . with Edward Snowden, noting in an article just last week, I believe I read about it in the Salt Lake Tribune, that hey, these guys and gals, working for the NSA, are just normal folks with your average curiosity, and when they see a sexy girlfriend, sending her nude sext to her boyfriend, they are going to do just what, allegedly you and I would do, look at the pictures!  Oh, hell NO . . . first of all, allegedly the NSA, is just doing sweeping meta data collection, with little interest in your personal emails, texts, sexting, and they just detect your connections with global terrorists?  So, why in the hell are they being so up close and personal, with your girlfriends email or text?  Yeah, they are looking at a fucking lot more than any, even tangential connection between you and the terrorist cell with their asses parked on the eastern borders of the Ukraine!

They are fucking spying on us, on American citizens, you and me, with 4th amendment rights to protections from unreasonable searches and seizures, only allowed by the suspicion that a crime is being committed, based on probable cause, attested to and under oath, with a non-biased magistrate, demanding a list of specificity, and particularities, of the persons to be searched and the items to be seized!  Not to mention, the 9th amendment right to privacy, and 5th and 14th rights to due process and equal protection!  You know, just those little speed pumps we call the Bill of Rights!  Sorry, that was just a side bar . . .

TOR, Could Be Confused with THOR--King of High Security

TOR, previously the acronym for The Onion Router, security program, now, the official name of the program, that provided online security and anonymity, which resisted censorship, sent subscribers through a free, worldwide, volunteer network consisting of more than 5,000 relays to conceal the user's location or usage from network surveillance or traffic analysis.  This program made it very difficult to trace use of the Internet, from emails, to searches, back to the users computer or location.

This experiment or official program was first originated at the authority of the U.S. Navy, later joined by private firms, followed by the UK joining in on the new deep, dark side of the Internet, often used first by the CIA, to go undetected to the dark side of the web, to avoid detection by the enemy combatant spies of other countries, to let the Company, know their locations, or if they were in danger, and what their plans were . . . because, if the movies are right, if they get caught, they are toast and nobody knows them and sail ave or good-bye!  So a critical tool for the intelligence community working around the world . . . a good side of the technology, depending on what they are up to, I just had to qualify that.

TOR is the King of High Security, with low latency Internet anonymity, and with no other contenders for the throne in waiting.  The idea of the onion router, was the application of layers of encryption.  The developers and creators, accepted money from the U.S. government, who did not necessarily collaborate with the NSA to reveal the identities of the users.  There are 36 million users around the world, who have free access, expression on the Internet, to keep control of their privacy and anonymity . . . Jeff showed me this, I guess I am the last to know, but it is relatively easy to use, with not much more complexity than using Word or other Internet programs . . . if I can use it, understand it and grasp the significance of the program, after entering the computer age, less than willingly, having to learn the computer and the law at the same time, then missing 8 years of technology that changes every 3 days, then your average person, who has been using all the way along will figure it out, determining if it something that is of benefit, or determent to them.

Pivotal in Dissident Movements in Both Iran & More Recently in Egypt

If you will recall, especially in the movement to deal with the removal of Morsi, as I believe, the first democratically elected President of Egypt, later threatened by militant leaders, or the Muslim Brotherhood, very much, relied on technology to conduct, a rather, peaceful, if I recall, movement, making objections, observation, even demonstration clean up after protests, about jobs, living conditions and what not, using Smart phones, Ipods, computers, and other devices I don't know about . . . to go undetected, giving orders and assignments to key leaders of the movements they were trying to promote.  Egypt gave us mathematics, astrology, and civilization, perhaps, they also showed us a more civilized way to protest government policies, and redress grievances, without fear of retaliation, but, if America is working right, the first amendment, free speech and the right to redress grievances with our government should handle that, through the help of the 14th amendment, of due process and equal protection, GOD BLESS AMERICA!

None the less, it was a fascinating way to handle what happened in Egypt . . . from the ugly American!  Awesome demonstration, with much intelligence behind it, cool!

Edward Snowden Used TOR Network to Send the Washington Post & the Guardian, Information about PRISM and Other NSA Activities

The Dark Corner of the Web

Some less that worthy uses of this program: copyright infringement, distributing sex/controlled substances, money laundering, credit card fraud, identity theft, black market industries and sells; however, on the bright side, it has been used to help victims of domestic violence, go deep and dark to avoid detection by their perpetrators, and be able to converse with social workers and the domestic violence network in communities, providing safety and protection for women and their children who are at risk, or trying to escape the hellacious situation they have found themselves in.  

Like I said, for better or for worse, we marry this system . . . without regulations, monitoring, or legislation, that I am aware of, but I am always the last to know, we will have to be self-policing, which to me is best anyway . . . as in marriage, you take the good with the bad!  Last night I was watching a strange, but somewhat realistic movie, call Tribulation, where Christians were being forced to take the sign of the beast, or the mark of the beast, 666, as in the Book of Revelations, predicting what the end of the world will be like, unless we can get our shit together as a world, and seek a better world, and avoid a hideous end to humanity as we know it . . . but a guy speaks of a phenomena that happened among monkeys on either an island, or on a continent, and one group of monkeys started to act in a particular manner, and scientists found that monkeys, not connected to each other, all over the island, started to behave in the same way . . . and the actor said, wouldn't that be great, if people could do this with peace!

No matter is we are dealing with guns, drugs, sex, the Internet, or anything, the outcome for the planet, will largely depend on us, whether we will be able to implement these tools for the benefit of mankind, so closely connected these days, or become part of the Evil Empire . . . used to steal, kill and destroy, mankind!

The Choice is Up To YOU!  


Monday, July 21, 2014

GENIUS BY BIRTH, SLACKER BY CHOICE: THE GODFATHER SYMBOLS--TWO POOLS OF BLOOD ON REMOTE ROAD; I'M IN MY OLD HAUNT, HELENA, MONTANA, WHERE MY FIRST EXPERIENCE TOOK PLACE . . . JOHN IS IN THE BEARTOOTH MOUNTAINS, DECIDED TO SPLIT UP AND FOOL THE GODFATHER, DON'T NEED ANY BEAR HEAD, TICKLING THE FOOT OF MY FEET AT THE BOTTOM OF MY SLEEPING BAG, ALWAYS SAFE, RATHER THAN SORRY! WE NEED TO SEND THE MOB, THE MESSAGE, NOBODY IS ABOVE THE LAW!

Of, Course, I Run Into Two Sister Mormon Missionaries, As I Enter the Montana State Library . . . But Seriously, the Sense of Entitlement, Arrogance--Two Elders Using Computers, Reserved for Attorneys?


Now, I would have tolerance if all the computers in the other side of the building, the Montana State Library were busy; however, that is not the case, all the computers were free, without a single bit of competition and wait for the computers.  So, when I come in and find myself, flanked by two elder missionaries, totally out of place, in the law library, I get a little testy, play on Senator Tester . . . come on, all reverence for God's alleged army of 18 to 21 year olds, who are serving, so as not to be drafted, a change just at the time, the government made it mandatory for all 18 year olds, to register!  If the church, left the normal age for going on a mission, at the age 19, like it has been for as long as I have been alive, the age of a dinosaur, it would have left those squeaky clean, future FBI and CIA agents, vulnerable for a year . . . we can't have that, we will let the rest of the nations 18 year olds register, while all the Mormons get a deferral if not a total opt out due to religious service, and then when they come back with their language skills, tracking practice, and authority bidding mindset, they take over in the ranks and file of the country, America, they have little loyalty to, but step in to run!


My younger sister, Susan Southwick Schmidt and her husband, Kevin, just booked it out of the country in great haste, to Turkey, allegedly to serve a rushed mission, allegedly to get their service over before their youngest son, Stafford, returns from his mission in, I think Ballis or some economically advantageous mission, to benefit him, as did daddy's mission, landing him a PR position with a worldwide company, using he language skills in French/German, I think he served a bit in each country?  So, for all intents and purposes, allegiances, are totally for the Mormon Church, not the country . . . so, one of my main objections, amount many, and mounting daily, against Mitt Romney, is that he had 5 sons, who all, as I understand it, served missions for the LDS Church, but none, not one, served any time for their country.  Again, a man's treasure is where his heart is, and I would say, a man or woman's loyalty or fidelity, is where their time is . . .

I would check Sue and Kevin's background, and connections with Mitt Romney, closely, because Kevin was a Mormon Bishop, in Mitt's religious jurisdiction, or stake boundaries, with ties, to the point of partying on the Romney boat with the young men and women, in the Hamptons.  I would bet my soul, on the fact that Sue and Kevin, who moved to Utah, St. George to be exact, did so to be involved in the Romney campaign, along with Brock, and anti-Mormon author, Kay Burningham, making for a nice little circle of friends and family of the Southwick family, with Hank Brock being in Dick and Helen Southwick's ward, and Brock & Associates, capitalizing on my misfortune, and the Mormon, RICO crowds, fortune, running a cover-operation for campaign financing, with maps of the United States, just hammered with little yellow sticky notes, with names and people from all over the country.  And to my estimation, having been a office frequent flier visitor, noticing the before law suit, and the after . . . big difference, not only in the make up of the office, but in Hank's attire, sporting a tan and Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and absolutely no client visitors, like the office used to be bustling with, even in light of the fraud poster boy status!

Service in the Mormon Church, hides a multitude of sins, crimes and indiscretions, just like the recent appointment of former Chief Deputy, Attorney General, Reed Richards, also the Director of the Utah Sheriff's Association, with deep ties to Mark Nash, my old boss, at the Utah Prosecution Council, and also with the Attorney Generals Office, elected and staffed with Shurtleff, Swallow and Torgesen, who has been around, since before I came on board, and also one of eleven guy attorneys, with me, being the only female, in the hard core, Criminal Enforcement Division, and I sure as hell, Sim, Troy and Mary, looking into the AG scandal, for one second, dismiss, Creighton Horton, who hated me from the second, my cocky ass got hired, and I tried to encourage, county attorneys to take rape cases, that were a rarity in Cache County with Utah State University, and its wooded campus, a campus rape, just waiting to happen . . . you might also, find a friend with tons of knowledge, in the President of Snow College, former legislator, and Cache County Attorney, Scott Wyatt!

The circle of culpable persons, you will find is ever wide and deep, encompassing, and broad, with approval from many, and aiding and abetting high crimes and serious misdemeanors.  Making my blog, fodder for the Godfather, that is why I am not with John . . . see what you think, what was the explanation for what we saw on a very remote road, on the back side of Swan and Seeley Lakes.

I Am Not the Only One Who Relies on Symbolism to Get Their Message Across--Try the Sailor, the Spy, and the Tinker . . . Mafia Too, Power Stuff

I told you about my computer, that would have been much like the possessed girl in the Exorsist Movies of the 1990, that scared the hell out of even my college friends, who had to sleep at the foot of their parent's beds, after seeing the twisted head, and the green slim, being vomited all over the room, and a wretchedly demonic girl, bent and crippled, crawling on the ceiling, with a vengeful venom, that comes with evil inside, but not to be the characteristics, of demons, and the possessed alone, but with evil of any kind, like the folks I am dealing with, who murder at will, seemingly getting away with, it and no consequences and ramifications for their actions, as if the law is beneath their self-proclaimed superiority.

But in light of that computer with ever evident sign that it was possessed by a very pissed of NSA, hacker sister, Shelley, or whomever had controls, and my phone, being taken from my purse, that I didn't notice until several hours into the trip, having not used it to my recollection, but it the next abnormality, that sent a few shockwaves through me, because John didn't see it, but I only felt it fair to fully disclose, my concerns over what I had just seen. 

On the very remote, disserted, and rural, road, John and I were on, we were cautiously aware of the likelihood, of large game animals that might be crossing the road, unaware of much traffic.  But John is a safe driver, and overly cautious, because his car is his method of income.  So, if I bring up the fact that we are just entering a deer migration area, as indicated by the yellow warning signs with a leaping deer on it, and with John blasting his trippy music, and me wondering if he is even there, or is drifting off to some parallel universe, I will snap him back to reality, and caution him of impending danger . . . which is just what I saw, with him, not taking notice, which I could not see how he could miss, but I like to give people, the benefit of the doubt at all times.

Death By Misadventure . . . New Classification of Murder

John was raised hiking the Beartooth Mountain Range, on the border of Wyoming and Montana, with 28 peaks, allegedly according to John, over the 12,000 foot mark, while Glacier has peaks that only go, 10,000, with John, kind of dissing Glacier as small time stuff.  But we have been looking forward to this trip for about two months, waiting, anticipating and planning.  But, as I learned, last summer, these mountains, can be fraught with peril, and after Howard, kind of in his words, messed around and simulated pushing me over a bridge, and then took me extremely close to an old rod iron gate, type thing, that is being replaced this year, as I understand it, but I refused to get close, due to the fact that one slip of the foot, or a slight nudge, from a friend, or enemy as he started to appear, was sure death!

When I reported for training duty last summer, at the main lodge at East Glacier, I noticed the same bright orange poster, of a beautiful black siloquhete, of the forest pines . . . and the words, hauntingly stated, with great warning and meaning to me, after Howard's, alleged horse play, Dangerous Beauty!  These granite and stone beauties with all the lakes, the wild life, of grizzlies, moose, mountain goats and sheep, rams, elk, and such, can be a treacherous place, where a murder is the slip of a slight push away, as we found in the Graham, murder, of a wife of 9 days, allegedly pushing her husband of 9 days, after she blind folded him to play a game, and pushed him down a 40' cliff, to his death . . . so fucking easy to say, they just got too close to the edge . . .

The Phone Text, Minutes Before, Fresh Blood on the Road

The day before the computer went haywire, John and I got into a brief fight, but heated enough to piss me off, given what is happening in Utah, with many players, involved behind the scenes of the Attorney General scandals, and me wanting to write about what I know, being one of the few, who can provide the historical and conceptual framework for everything, from bad blood, to outright hatred within the AGs Office, leading to much of the corruption and whatnot.  But John called and made up, stating that the trip to the Bearthooth Mountains was extremely important to him, and he hoped that this incident in the morning was not going to stand in the way of the trip . . . I said, no, but I was taking my mental notes of his tone, demeanor, mood, and the undertone of what I caught him saying, shortly before, I let go and vented all over him . . . beaten by a girl! 

I asked him what he had said, and he said, it was not important.  The last time, I felt like he was setting me up, using my other two roommates, to do a sting op, on me, he came home after working the late shift at the Pizza Hut, and when he, it seemed to me, realized, I was not in jail, or gone, put his fist through the bathroom door, like I had foiled his plans, which I have many agents and bribed friends, family and clients . . . but he tried to cover it up with his anger for Jen, whom he is glad not to be with, and better off, so it always, shocks me, when he makes reference for all this pent up anger over a girl, never refers to Jen . . . but it seems directed at me.  But, before the computer misfire, I told John, that I didn't trust anyone, and when he mentioned that DJ was going with us on the trip, I just casually mentioned that I had written in my blog, where I was going, and what two friends I was with . . . DJ declined to respond to the calls to see if he was joining us, and all the sudden that night, my computer, goes to war against me . . . is that so I can't give a play by play of who is going and who is not?  A bit too coincidental for me!

Two Bath Tub Sizes of Fresh Blood on the Road . . . No Deer Carcuses!

So, my computer got back in the game, in time for me to write where I was going and with whom, but John was busy packing.  We hit the road, and John is trancelike, and I am sleepy, having been up two nights straight, writing about the attorney general story.  We get in the car without incident, and head on our way, get to probably the remotest place on the trip, so far, and all of the sudden, John gets a text, like he often does, with little response, other than to just read it and put the phone down without comment.  As I looked at the road, John was looking too, but didn't see the huge ass, two huge ass, like bathtub size full of fresh blood! 

I was totally shocked, and kind of started to tell John that I think, originally, that is God, telling us to be very careful, on this road, that there might be dangers, we don't anticipate, and what the hell could make that large pool of blood, without a trace of fur, no body of the deer, no sign of what may have been hit, just bright red, fresh blood, that I couldn't see how he could not see it . . . but maybe the music trip he was on, but he had read the phone just seconds before.  I told him, it could be a sign of elk, that would wipe out the car, or a warning with two pools of blood, that we were both at risk, and we were going to die, but the message seemed to be connected to the road . . . animals, a wreck, something.

John kept telling me he didn't want to deal with this, that it scared him, but he seemed fine, we pulled over and discussed the caution we should take to make sure we make it to our destination okay.  I told him, we also might consider that this is a mob sign of death . . . there was nothing to indicate a connection with animals at all, not on the road or the side of the road, is this the equivalent of the dead horse in the foot of the bed in the Godfather, we can't rule that out, for sure!  He is like a non-emotional guy, just saying, now, great, I have to deal with that . . . and he goes off on his standard, great, I love a girl, just a poor Christian guy, paying his bills, and just wanting the girl he loves. 

Finally, I tell him, that before we left, I documented where we were and whom I was with, and asked him if he wanted to drop me off in Helena, because this trip may not turn out the way we want.  The second I said, that I had recorded his name, stating that I don't trust anyone, and I want the cops to have a starting point, and that would be him, if I got pushed off or something . . . now, he was all about leaving me in Helena, and I was too, a relief, just don't trust him, he has given me reason to believe that he is on the other side of this, sleeping with the enemy, not me, but him, bribed, changed, and Jen too!

So, Here I Am Again, Full Circle In Helena, the Capitol

I had never been to Helena before, I actually thought of being inspired to move here, nor had I ever been to Montana.  So, the first thing I did when I got here, was, head right up to the Capitol, around the middle of March 2012, go straight to the Secretary of State's office and request a copy of the new 1972 Montana State Constitution, to see if the state was one I could respect and live in, if all worked out.  I also took a jaunt up, to look at all the murals by Charles Russell, the amazing artist, with I believe about 36 pictures of Lewis and Clark, Sacajawea, and early Montana life, and battles with the Indians.

The tour guide, told the kids, with me joining the school class, that there was not much corruption in Montana, because of the term limits . . . I piped up, and said, that is one of the reasons I am thinking about moving to Montana, is a corrupt attorney general, and it was nice to actually have one who was fighting corruption, like Governor Bullock, dealing with the Citizens United case, overturning 100 years of Montana anti-corruption laws.  But, I left the school class, and decided to take the elevator down, rather than the historic stairs, that would murder my knees, but once in the elevator, the machine locks up . . . great, my enemies just followed me, and I am already under surveillance, and here I sit . . . the building maintenance, couldn't fix the elevator, and eventually, a specialist had to come and get me out, crawling up, with the doors caught between floors!

Nice welcome . . . well, nice to be back in Helena, nice to eat at Planet Gyro, one of a few favorite Greek Restaurants, in each town, and I am heading over to the Secretary of State's Office, because I lent my Montana Constitution to someone, and I need a replacement.  I tried to get one at the law school in Missoula, but they were out, I told them, at the school, that if I got to Helena, I would have them ship a box load, the students need them, and so do I . . . so here I am, and here I go.  The Beartooth will have to wait, although I saw a kind of creepy sign at the Gyro place, a guy, who looked a lot like John, missing his hand . . . hope the mob doesn't get him, or punish him, but I would not put it passed them!

Hopefully, Montana is Breathing Easier--Mobs Can Make You Do Things You Don't Want to Do . . . But, With the AG Arrests, I Am Hoping that is Sending Corrupt Criminals of all Types a Message . . . You Are NOT Above the LAW!