HAPPY GIRLS RUN--THE LADY IS A TRAMP; PIG OUT IN THE PARK, GREAT FOOD & GREAT FREE MUSIC--NORTHWESTERN JAZZ BAND, TRAILER PARK GIRLS, AND MEN IN THE MAKING--GREAT TIME WAS HAD BY ALL--OH, AND SPOKANE HAS THE MOST UNINHIBITED MEN, DANCING UP A STORM, WITHOUT BEING DRUNK, OR WAITING FOR A CROWD--HELPING LITTLE MEN IN THE MAKING, WAY COOL, LOL! . . . NO COPS, THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE, NEVER SAW ONE UNTIL ABOUT 6:30 P.M., NO REASON, GREAT CROWD . . . BEST SHELTER BEDS, HOPE HOUSE, WAY TO ROCK IT SPOKANE! CHECK OUT CURRENT ISSUE OF THE INLANDER MAGAZINE--CARING FOR PEOPLE, FOLLOWING IN FOUNDER'S FOOTSTEPS, GREAT TRIBUTE, KIDS OF PARENTS, WHO STARTED THE MAGAZINE, THE RIGHT STUFF!

Lady is a Tramp

The first band that played, yesterday, of the hundred bands that performed over the 4 day event in Spokane, had two amazing singers, Frank Sinatra, and the Rat Pack had nothing on the guys singer, fun to watch dancing around on the stage, and the female singer, Ella Fitzgerald couldn't beat her voice, and she was way cuter . . . but she sang the song Lady is a Tramp, and the label of a tramp in the song is not what you think, she can't wait for dinner until 8:00 p.m., and the theater, you have to be on time, and California, is either too cold, or too crowded . . . and she loves the freedom and the wind blowing in her hair!  Did she know I was there?  I loved it!  That would pretty well describe me, minus the cops element, that more than encourages me to move on down the road, about ever week or so, or I guess I could give up my blog, but I couldn't make law enforcement and other enemies that happy, nor hurt the innocent readers, who just dig knowing what is going on playing in the fast lane of society, with corruption, injustice, secrecy, conspiracies, and what not.  So, I continue to write for my loyal readers, and possible fans, that find my life too bizarre to be true, yet somewhat funny, as do I . . . if it wasn't true, it might be funny all the time, for I am the female version of the Dukes of Hazard, kind of Daisy Duke like, but more so . . . with Boss Hoggs after me all the time 24/7!

The great thing about the way I am forced to live, or I guess I could opt out for life in a prison, detention camp, or death . . . not a viable option to me yet.  I am sure that after the event in Ferguson, Missouri, you are seeing the post-Patriot Act cops, in a different light than you have ever seen before, I, however, have know all of this for years, have been fighting this escalation in police powers, militarization, and unlimited powers, without constitutional boundaries, or protections, not only for foreigners, but anyone they fucking want to fuck with, like someone pointing out their follies and errors, constitutionally speaking, which are shockingly unconstitutional, by any standard, stretch, or imagination, as vivid as you know mine is!  Just as in the case of Edward Snowden, I was screaming about the interference with my phones, computers, emails, years before, someone actually brought it out in the open . . . the first thing my father said, was Oh, Jo was right, she told us that was happening a long time ago!

But, in spite of my challenges, I dig all the events and cool happenings, that I just happen to run into, as I hop from one city or state to another, and yesterday was one of those amazingly serendipitous days, where the weather, the park, the people, the music, the smell of foods from all nationalities, all culminate into a perfect day; I even met a great lady, a woman who was raised in Montana, born in Sand Point, Idaho, and raised her children and taught school, in Spokane.  She was able to tell me the history behind the bands, and fill in little details of Spokane folklore, stories, murders referred to in the songs of the Trailer Park Girls, a band composed of a local political satirist, two other guys and two female back up singer, great beats, to original music, with lyrics, revealing insider jokes, stories, and landmark historical crimes that shaped color and flavor of this great city . . . gypsies, raided by cops without a warrant, putting a curse on the city, with one brother pulling the coffin of his brother, now dead, up the back of the city hall!  LOL!  And this tenacious and caustic man, took credit for every poisonous event from fires, to floods, in the city for years, until he died in the dentist's chair of a heart attack . . . an you believe that?

Next was the Men in the Making . . . nothing but fun, music that is the throw back to the 60's, 70's, and 80's, song after song, with costumes and wigs, imitating various singers, from Sony and Cher to Johnny Cash . . . so much fun . . . singing along to ever word, with a walk down memory lane, on stinkin every song!  Thanks to all the city officials, the sponsors, those who have been in on the planning of this since its inception, back 35 years ago, could not have been more fun, unless, I had been their for the first three days, but I am always grateful for what I get . . . the glass is half full, rather than half-empty. It took about 400,000 to pull this event off, with 100 band, are you kidding, with several stages, going from morning to night, it takes all of us to make a great community . . . sponsors, know how to make the money, the creative know how to make the days fun and cool, the restaurants, cooks, face painters, and balloon tiers, every person, from information, to park cops . . . what a wonderful showcase of your city, just amazing.  And the River Front Park, is absolutely the perfect place, cool, trees, awesome flowers, water features, ponds, ducks, geese, the Clock Tower, amusement park, the Spokane Falls . . . I can't say more!  Way cool, way fun, and all free, except the food!

Most Un-Inhibited Men!  One Guy a Mix of Mick Jagger and Keith Richards!

One of the songs the Trailer Park Girls, sings, was about a guy trying to get in touch with his sensitive side, so he ate wheat grass, made fruit smoothies, and did yoga . . . I missed the rest of the song, but something must be working, only, I don't necessarily know if it was the sensitive side at work, or that combo was working, because, there was this, I swear, 80 year old guy, actually two, who were out ripping it up, tarring it up, dancing so fun, aggressive, and male, I loved it . . . a man after my own heart, this guys just couldn't stand it, when the music moved him, he would jump up in broad daylight and boogie, with legs and arms doing a great job to the music!  LOL!  And what was funny, was to watch the kids, especially, the boys, respond to this very male example of having a great time and dancing like a fool . . . they followed suit!  The older men gave them the green-light to get up and express themselves through joy in their bodies and movement!  Wow, so crazy fun! 

Usually at these type of festivals, street fairs, or daytime concerts, women will get out with a brave husband, or boyfriend, but the men are usually under duress, or they take their small kids out and dance, or a dad will take his insistent little girl, dancing usually seems to be female driven, to the point that many of your upscale dance clubs, women are just ditching the guys all together, and just going out with the girls, dancing with each other . . . pay back for generations of men, refusing to dance, at least in America!  But, yesterday, was so male driven, it shocked me, and I am a dancer, and have danced all over the country . . . Wow, the guys are actually strutting their dance stuff!  

Mr. Sparkle!

So, through the crowd, walked a relatively good looking, 40 something year old guy, dressed in a shirt that was made of the same stuff that New Years Eve balls that drop from the ceiling, or used to, shiny, flashy, with the sleeves torn off, and pants, only a rock star would wear; locals call him the Tambourine Man, I guess that bands, will let him get into the action, and play on the sidelines, because he is a regular.  The pants were black in the back, and striped in the front . . . very rock star looking, just like he was.  He would position himself, up near the black speakers, to show off his clothes, or use the black background to put his sparkly shirt in the best light for his show . . . sexy, suggestive, fun, cool, acting out various words and phrases in the songs!  So, male, but so not the usual male . . . fucking loved watching him.  Sometimes he would walk out in the audience, and down the isles, to some friend or attractive female, but this was a solo act!  LOL!

Power of a Male Role Model--So Instantaneous!

There were little boys, up on cement blocks, in the audience, out front, with grand-parents, dancing like crazy, so free, so wild, so alive . . . dancing to me is a celebration of the body, the miracle of the way it moves, gyrates, swerves, up and down, around and around, in and out . . . a total celebration of life, portrayed in the popular dance moves, fighting for that freedom, like in the movie, Foot Loose . . .  and fancy free!  There was a young boy and girl, sitting in front of me, with their grandparents, and the little girl was dancing way, all afternoon, she kept bugging her brother, who was older and just sitting there, and as the older men couldn't sit still anymore, and danced their fool heads off . . . the little boy, jumped up and started rocking out, with total abandon, arms punching the air, powerful acting of the words, like any Super Hero would do . . . his spirit was released and he couldn't be held down!

I just read a book at my cousin's house in Vegas, called something like Stand Up Man and Live!  This psychologist is trying to break men loose from their society created rolls, with no emotions, boring, staid, and dying every second of the day, stuck in cubicles, working in mines, factories, etc., and their natural born free spirit dying daily . . . dance on the weekends, get out their and shake it up!  I think it is good for the soul, and if Bubba can go it, you can!  That is a country music song, I have only heard about once, but it sounds, like the thin good looking guy, watches his overweight friend get out on the dance floor and shake it up, without a care in the world, let a lone a care for what the other people in the room think.

Something magical happens, when you just get out and have a good time . . . everyone else, gets permission from your freedom, smile, joy, celebration of your body, that allows them, usually with a better body, to get out and do the same.  Bands love it when I come dancing, because, I don't care if there is one person on the floor, or what I look like, I get out when the music moves me and dance like crazy, and it is funny the effect it has on guys, they go from looking for the T&A girls, and start getting fascinated with the big sexy, swinging hips, mesmerizing them and captivating their attention . . . and what is funny, is I find myself being joined by people half my age, in trains dancing behind me, people wanting me up on the podium dancing, the best looking girls, actually find safety dancing over by me, and many times, there can be much younger, cuter girls on the dance floor, and the guy has a choice of 5 dancing alone already, and they come up to me, why? Because I am have a fucking good time by myself, and they want what I have!  Empower Men, DANCE!

Hope House, Pre-Emptive Strike

This is about my 4th or 5th time I have come to Spokane, the first time because a client lived here, then the bus system in Kalispell was shut down, so, I used to have to come to Spokane to get to Missoula, Montana! I started to think that is was a plot to stop me from having a quick get away, get out of town, after they took my truck and then blew up my car!  It was crazy and suspicious how I had to get to the southern part of the state! Or to Utah for that matter, or Vegas, anywhere, and costly.  I usually had to take the Amtrak, to Spokane, then to whatever my southern destination was . . . thank heavens the Indians started up a route connecting Kalispell to the rest of the state!

My friends from here, decided to move their businesses from the Public Market to Pike's Market in Seattle, wanted me to move with them, I was the legal arm of this business adventure . . . I didn't but, did come here on several occasions, and also went to Seattle to visit.  But, one time, I came unannounced, and they were in route to Seattle, and another time coming back, but leaving me without their house to stay at, and no money, which is my normal course of events . . . government chases me until I have no money left on my Walmart Money Card, they have access, then I might be easier to get!  With all the nationwide effort, like I said, they must have framed me for something, or there is a bounty, or they need me out of the way, for their cover-up and to protect the cop government double, and there is a very Kay Burningham, like looking chick at the shelter . . . how can she be me, if I keep showing up all over the country, and she is not there!  Red Flag #1.  In fact, she looks so much like her, even I thought it might be her, hair, face, body, clothes, etc.

Overly Friendly Police Officer Police Officer Type

So, we all have to be at the shelter by 7:30 p.m. to get a bed for the night, and this chick, kind of tough, wearing chains and such, short hair, but rough and tumble type girl, you might see in a shelter, comes at the last minute, or I don't know if I even remember her outside, but inside.  Now, you usually have to check in, take a shower, before you get dinner, and if I remember, she was still in street dress attire, when I got to dinner, which was late, because I had to fill out another application, since it had been a year, almost to the day, from the last time I had been to the shelter, which I left, after feeling set up, so I am always on guard, but glad that I had to fill out a new application, because without ID, after getting it stolen in Vegas, I need all the authentication I can, like I was here when my Utah driver license was still active, so . . . I am me!  But, the lady checking me in, said, you were just here, August 14 . . . I said, no I wasn't, that was August 14, 2013 . . . oh, you are right.  So, I was clearly still on their computer rolls.

But, when you fill in this application, I am not like the normal visitor to the shelter, I have to circle a doctorate for my educational level, and they wonder about your income, I have been on Social Security Disability, at the insistence of my private insurer, that I was suppose to get for life, but it magically stopped at the two year mark when I was allegedly suppose to die!  Either this was only given to me, as part of the plan, or my father told me it stopped and he collected the $3,000 per month based on my income . . . but Social Security, is the only thing keeping me alive, they stop me one ever job, after every interview, or even after I have a job! And they fucking owe me until I am 10,000 years old, from stealing my contingency fees!  So, guilty, I don't feel . . . they put me in this situation, they keep me in this situation, and they chase me, until I run out of the meager money I do get, and they, the government are the ones, who told me not to get off, thank God, because they don't know what I had . . . or they feel guilty, and this is the least they can do, but so far below what I am used to, just not living like an attorney of my calibur should be!  Not by a long shot!

Officer Friendly Follows Me Out the Door Early, Where, What, When?

Okay, this chick, cop like gal, is helpful, tries to tell me the rules and such, but she gets into some altercation or verbal exchange with this other gal, staged?  Maybe, but she said, I can't wait to get out of this place, what is the day, Tuesday?  No, it is  Monday, a Labor Day!  I asked her why she wanted it to be Tuesday, and she said, first, but corrected herself, but she said, my money comes . . . which I can fully understand, you usually, at least I do, is live like I am used for for about a week on the small amount of money, then live like dirt the rest of the month, or chased, so I can't enjoy a full month.  But, then she corrected herself, and said, I get to move upstairs tomorrow . . . there are apartments . . . or had she done her job, and she needed an out, which, just the money would not have done!

Big Red Flag!  Oh, and the in take chick, when she asked me how I got in this position, and I mentioned, that it was systemic abuse of power by cops, prosecutors, and judges, started to take notes, and asked me about my blog, because I told her what I did, and how that constantly keeps the cops pissed, especially sine the Ferguson shooting, with me clearly seeing it as murder, . . . I don't protect anyone, justice for all! But she started to take notes, on a separate piece of paper, after I said that.  

Back to yesterday morning, so this cop-like chick, chases me down, because I was out and about, before the rest of the crew, off doing what I do in Spokane, park, library, the falls, the mall, McDonalds, even though I don't have a dime in my pocket, they don't know me, so the please don't loiter, signs, haven't affected me, today, while I am typing this blog . . . but this lady, and she keeps emphasizing the fact that she is 50 years old, like I know, you can't be that old, because I look older than you do, claiming to be 59 years old . . . hey, I take care of my skin, so I can pull of up to 20 years younger!  They think I am lying about my age and being me, when I am just healthy, never smoked, don't drink, no drugs, and exercised until I got poisoned . . . and without a car, I have to hike around town, which is healthy, keep me young, on the run all the time too!

But, she catches up with me for just long enough to grill me on where I am going, what I am doing, and once she found out, she booked it on down the next street . . . cop, cop, cop!  And I stopped at the Dutch Brothers Coffee . . . two minute later, cop drives by, then several . . . Salon down the road, IDENTITY Salon!  If you tap into symbolism, it is deadly, right on!  After the concert, I was crossing the street to the mall, to hit the restrooms, and low and behold, the first officer I had seen, at least once I hit the park, other than park officers, whom didn't seem to notice me, watching the ducks, early.  But these two cops, did a big time second take!  I am cute, but, that wasn't a check you out look, but a shit, I shouldn't have stared, fuck that is her, okay, she is here, hell, cops have those secret service wire up talking systems, so it appeared to me, that someone alerted them that I was leaving my concert seat, after 8 hours of music, and going over to the mall . . . coming your way!

Check in Lady, Was There Last Fall . . . What Is Your Blog?

This woman is fun, but acted nervous all night, over-acting, if you will, dead give away, but as I sat down to check in, she asked me for the name of my blog, so I gave her the government's versions, since they make you know the whole name, bad ass con law chick blog, then you have to hit the icon!  On their version, all you have to do is, hit bad con . . . and it pulls up, even though I write, usually, on my site, knowing full well, they are identical, but there will be 57 million hits on the site I write under their name, and only 1 million on my site, same articles, same bio, same picture, they are making me their slave!  They take the hits and money . . . as usual!

So, several girls here that I am an attorney, shocked that an attorney is at the shelter, I sue cops, and they chase me from state to state, and this woman pipes up, the check in queen, and says, yeah, we are all chased by the cops, the CIA, and FBI, and I never mentioned any of those . . . like, she is just crazy!  Really, smart enough to figure out your game, chick!  And the feds, the local, state, federal cops of all levels, judges, and prosecutors . . . really, really, and you are going to dis me, and you can't even pull of a sting op, like you tried last time?  I just beat your sorry fucking asses, like I always do!  LOL!  

You see, they, the government rogues, us MY MONEY, to pay players to fuck me over . . . a big donation, and they are all over me!  Usually there is great rapport and a nice comradary when I come to a shelter, they understand, then it turns toxic after about a day or two . . . the money has rolled in, they take it, thinking the greatest amount of good for the greatest amount of people . . . they will lie, cheat and steal, to help the women they know better, that are more stuck than I am . . . guess they didn't factor in death, prison, detention, without charges, without a hearing, without a release date!  Fuck YOU!

Spokane Is A Cool Place, But in This Issue of the Inlander Magazine, the Cop Ombudsman Comments, And . . . But there is  Great Article, 3 People are Nominated for Awards, and All Agencies, Clubs, and Organizations in the City to Help People are Listed . . . AWESOME!

ONE PRESIDENT KNEW THE TRUTH! (YOUTUBE VIDEO, KENNEDY); BEST SPEECH ON FIRST AMENDMENT POWERS, PRIVILEGES AND PROTECTIONS . . . IRS SHOULD LOOK AT CHURCHES, AS MASKS FOR POLITICAL ACTION COMMITTEES OR (PACS), OR HIDDEN AGENDAS OF MEMBERS TAPPING INTO THE CHURCH ORGANIZATION--LAW STATES THAT CHURCHES CAN'T CAMPAIGN FOR OR AGAINST ANY CANDIDATE, NOR CONTRIBUTE TO CANDIDATES, THEY MUST BE NON-BIASED; THE CATHOLIC CHURCH ALONE COULD FIX THE NATIONAL DEBT, JUST IN REAL ESTATE HOLDINGS, AND THE MORMON CHURCH IS SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE 2ND & 5TH LARGEST CORPORATION IN THE WORLD . . . AND YOU DON'T THINK MONEY, WITH RICO CONNECTED ACTIVITIES, BEHIND THE SCENES, USING THE MORMON CHURCH AS THE ASSOCIATION, AN ELEMENT OF RICO, DIDN'T USE CHURCH MEMBERS FOR MITT ROMNEY? I AM HERE TO BEG A DIFFERENCE, UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL! THE CATHOLIC CHURCH & THE MORMON CHURCH WERE THE PRIME MOVERS, DONORS, BOTH IN TIME, MONEY, AND EFFORTS ORCHESTRATED THROUGH CHURCH ORGANIZATIONS TO DEFEAT PROPOSITION 8, DEALING WITH GAY MARRIAGES, NEITHER CHURCH HAS STANDING, OR INJURY TO PARTICIPATE . . . THE CHURCHES HAVE TAX EXEMPT STATUS, YET OPERATE LIKE CORPORATIONS, AND THAT BLURS THE LINES, ESPECIALLY WITH U.S. SUPREME COURT RULING, IN CITIZENS UNITED, GIVING CORPORATIONS FREE SPEECH RIGHTS, OR PERSONHOOD! CHURCHES MAKE A SHIT LOAD OF MONEY, POLITICS SHOULD NOT BE ONE OF THEIR MINISTRIES!

President Kennedy Was Assassinated for the Following Reasons:

• Johnson, Bush, Hoover, and others just looked at the Kennedy boys--Jack & Bobby as punk kids, and a pain in the ass
• the CIA had just embarrassed the President for feeding him misinformation and shoddy Intel on the Cuban Missile Crisis . . . he was going to rip them to shreds
• the speech in the video was going to the heart of the men, organizations and secret societies that make up the shadow government, and try to rule the United States, and thus the world
• he was going to take our currency system back to the constitutional provisions and demands of a gold and silver backed system
• he and Bobby were not playing the typical government games with the mob, they were actually going to take them down . . . CIA tolerates mob activities, if not participates, protects them, and takes a cut in return for not investigating and prosecuting them, they worship G.O.D., gold, oil, and drugs
• the country loved them, trusted them and loved Camelot . . . they would not play ball with corruption, that had and still does rule, drive and control this country
• we need to have different criteria for our politics, not Republican and Democrat, but corrupt v. anti-corruption, injustice v. justice, discrimination v. non-discrimination, inequity vs, equality

RELIGIOUS REVOLUTION--WE NEED TO EVOLVE: EVERYONE LOVES RELIGIOUS LIBERTY, BUT WE DARE NOT CONFUSE SINCERE PREJUDICE WITH SINCERE RELIGION, FROM CLOSURES OF ABORTION CLINICS TO CHALLENGING ANTI-DISCRIMINATION HOUSING ORDINANCES--THERE IS A SECULAR WORLD WE ALL LIVE IN WITH TONS OF DIVERSITY, AND MANY HAVE A RELIGIOUS WORLD TOO . . . THE FIRST AMENDMENT, UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION, GIVES US THE DISTINCTIONS BETWEEN THE TWO: (1) CONGRESS SHALL MAKE NO LAW RESPECTING AN ESTABLISHMENT OF RELIGION, OR (2) PROHIBIT THE FREE EXERCISE THERE OF-- SO, WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? BEST SHOT, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS WRITING, WITHOUT RESEARCH, BUT AN EDUCATED BACKGROUND, TAKE IT FOR WHAT IT IS WORTH, 2 CENTS! LOL!

REVOLUTION & EVOLVE--Both Words Contain,"LOVE" Spelled Backward--Idea Stolen From Ron Paul's Campaign Posters

The sacred rights of mankind are not to be rummaged from among old parchments or musty records.  They are written, as with a sunbeam, in the whole volume of human nature, by the hand of the Divinity itself, and can never be erased or obscured by mortal powers.  President George Washington

PREAMBLE

We the People of the United State, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

The Two Great Commandments: (1) to love God; and (2) to love your fellow men/women--all others hang on these two

There is a great article, in the Missoulian, Religion Section, B6, Saturday, August 30, 2014, entitled, Religious Liberty Battles Shifting, in a nutshell, states, that the old challenges on religious grounds, seemed to be about allowing minorities, to practice their beliefs, without the majority infringing on those beliefs--Native American tribes smoking peyote, a controlled substance, as part of their religious ceremonies, or Mormons practicing polygamy; however, now, the heart of the issue is the discrimination and the way in which anti-discrimination legislation goes up against certain kinds of religious liberty.  

Or, I might add, in keeping with the 1st amendment, how, religious establishments, religious corporations, religious beliefs, shape discriminatory practices and laws, such as the closing of abortion clinics, or putting so many regulations on the clinics that they can't stay in operation, or a back door approach to dismantling a woman's constitutional right to make her own reproductive decisions, at least withing the first trimester, without burdening her with unnecessary laws, requirements, and liberties.  A Judge in Texas, just sided with abortion clinics, and stopped legislation that would have shut down 19 abortion clinics--good for you judge.

Regardless of how you personally feel about abortion, if you believe in our system of government, a balance of power, three branches, then you must trust the United States Supreme Court, smart folks, with smart clerks of the court, I believe 40 each, to perhaps, know a bit more about the issue, than you either think or believe, making rulings in this secular, or non-religious arena, so we can be a nation directed by the rule of law, so we can have an ordered society.  That does not, however, rule out the fact that we have one nation under God, nor that many of our laws, constitutional provisions, and statues, are not based in religiously connected beliefs and doctrines.

A secular society, is one that basically leaves its religion at the door, and makes decisions based on well established principles, concepts, logic, rational thinking, and reasonable standards, that do not hurt, or benefit on segment of society, while doing the best to protect, individual religious liberties and freedoms.  I would challenge, religious corporations, businesses, companies, states with a predominant religious affiliation, to as the 1st amendment says, stop trying to establish a particular religion, religious belief, religious set of values, and impose your personally held beliefs on your family, your friends, your city councils, county commissions, state legislatures, your neighbors, or those who work in your employ!

You have heard the term, practice your religion, no one is trying to stop you personally from practicing your religious freedoms, but practice your constitution, and stop trying to impose, your standards, thoughts, lifestyles, on the rest of society.  That does not preclude you, however, from acting in a Christ like way, continuing to serve the fatherless and widows, feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, nor visiting those in prison . . . the basic tenants of pure religion, no limitations here, you are free to practice charity or the true love of Christ to your heart's content, and nobody will stop you, in fact, they will encourage you, commend you for your efforts, love and admire you, for you will inspire them, and you, in your own right, can be savior to mankind, by saying, come follow me!

Many of Societies Ills, Are From Those Imposing Religious Beliefs on Others

I have four children, or used to, and they are as diverse, as the nation, in their personal and individual beliefs, and they, in my family, have the perfect right to be the staunchest Mormon, or the most hard core, atheist--that is their prerogative, PERIOD. On the microscopic level, representing the macroscopic level, which societies are on, that is what the first amendment really means . . . I will do nothing to establish a religion, nor prohibit the practice thereof . . . and I trust my children, are taking the right courses for their lives and the lives of their children.  And that folks, is how, we truly start to implement, the freedom of religion clause of the Constitution.

We do not cram our religion down the throats of anyone, including our employees, our children, our neighbors, who just might not see things the way we do, nor want to live the lives we want to live, nor work in an atmosphere where our beliefs are suspect and seen as inferior to our bosses.  What is your boss was a Seventh Day Adventist, who like in a recent case, just had a child die, because their religious practices, prohibited them from seeing medical attention for their child, for a rather easy cure, but failed to do so, and the child died . . . are you going to follow that advice with your child, if your boss happens to believe that you can cure disease with prayer, which, I firmly believe also, but not to the exclusion of sound health practices, rational thinking, sympathy to suffering, and the marvel of modern medicine, which I personally, keep to a bare minimum, like maybe, if I get a raging headache, I will succumb to taking my average of one aspirin a year!

Funny Thing on the Way to Wheaten College--While Objecting to Obamacare, Contraceptives, Found Out the College Already Provided Contraceptives for Employees, Under Current Insurance--And, No One Ever Objected to it!

Make sure, your religious liberties, are not a disguise for political preferences, or discriminatory practices based on political persuasions, or dislike for a President . . . not good enough.  Since the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that religious corporations, like Hobby Lobby, could refuse the contraceptive provision or allowance, under the Affordable Care Act, they are finding that insurance carriers, are more than willing to add that as a policy rider, because the pill is a hell of a lot cheaper for the insurance provider, than paying for a pregnancy and a child birth!  Now, that is what I call, market politics, the dollar drives the policy, and not a bad thought.

I would think as an employer, that employee turnover may come into play too.  I would also guess that many of the employees you hire, probably have similar religious beliefs already, there are dead give away signs in most denominations, that are either red flags or get the go-ahead and hire, without really asking discriminatory questions, or even practicing fair employment policies . . . like Mormons, wear what they call, special undergarments, or garments, that are related to temple attendance, indicating activity in the Mormon Church, some outsiders call them Jesus jamies . . . but, they are highly noticed, under a while dress shirt, or a blouse, or there are certain places one can look on the knees to see if their are garment lines . . . and don't fool yourself for one second, if that is part of the interviewing process!

Religions and Religious Policies Morph Over Time

There was a time, that blacks were not allowed to hold the priesthood in the Mormon Church, and I am not sure if it was the Civil Rights Movement, protests, or a revelation from God, that changed the policy, in about 1978, but I remember my active, Mormon, grandparents, were going to have their names removed from the church records . . . we do evolve!  As Johnson's army, sent by the U.S. Government, to seize the Mormon Church property and temples, due to the religious liberty of practicing polygamy, and the hierarchy of the church was looking at being arrested, and sent to prison, President of the Church, magically, go the revelation that the practice of polygamy was no longer part of the religious practices of the day, but it is still in the current scripture . . . but, outside influences, do create changes, force a revolution within the church, policies regarding abortion, oral sex, birth control, even positions you can take while having sex, women in the ministry, all take hits, some change and some don't, and not all of these changes come in the form of a Manifesto!

Churches hold councils, listen to citizens, try to adopt current policies, to a more Christ-like position . . . I think we saw this with the Catholic Pope Francis, when he was asked about gay marriages, and he said, Who am I to judge . . . implementing the Masters recommendations, that we judge not that we be not judged!  Now that sounds like extremely sound policy, safe, evolutionary, if not revolutionary.  You have to remember, that Christ was considered an agitator, went contrary to tradition, to religious practices of his day, all his words were fighting words, what in the hell, do you think he got crucified for?  He challenged the current religious leaders of the time, the Sanhedrin!

The Evolution/Revolution of the Utah Liberty Conventions

About 6 years ago, there were a group of people who got together, actually wanting to go back to pre-constitutional convention days, wear the costume, copy the antics, styles, and mannerisms of the founding fathers, pre-dating the actual signing of the U.S. Constitution.  Many in this group decided they didn't like the last 17 amendments to the document, and they wanted to go back.  As, I sat, at a table, in a room full of about 200 alleged patriots, proposing ideas to circumvent this amendment or that amendment, with their reasons, I decided to refresh myself on exactly what was being rejected here . . . black suffrage, women suffrage or right to vote, 21 year olds voting, senators being appointed by the legislature, rather than the people, immigration issues under the 14th amendment, rebellion against income taxes . . . 

There was actually a 24 page, Citizen's Compact, that was proposed, and seriously considered, which was nothing more than the Constitution, with Mormon family home evening vomited all over it!  I kept holding up my pocket sized copy of the U.S. Constitution, and say, but what about this, as arguments raged over the newly proposed shadow government and compact . . . nobody listened!  This was one crowd, who didn't give attorneys the time of day, no deference and no floor time!  I have not been ever more in fear of my life!  I begged other attorneys to come with me, and experience this wild political phenomena, I needed another attorney to be hung by the old rafters of the Old State Territorial Statehouse, in Fillmore, Utah.

Surrounded by Anti-Constitutionalists, Anarchists!  Help, Mr. Wizard, Scotti, Beam Me Up!  I Was Trashed, Couldn't Speak, I Was, None Other Than a Constitutional Law Attorney, and This Crowd Blamed Attorneys for the Down Fall of America!

I sat by two, long haired, documentary movie type looking guys, and said, can you believe this?  As I was writing, these are not my people, over and over again, by 9:00 a.m., in fact these are anti-Constitutionalists!  These guys told me they were making a film about polygamy, and these are the guys to hang with if or when the shit hits the fan, because they stoke pile food, guns and ammunition . . . what Janet Napolitano considered homegrown terrorists, a month or two later, and I might agree!  Homeland Security definition, includes most Mormons who adhere to preparedness admonishments!

There was a guy who had a radio show and was called, Stormin' Mormon, I thought, this guy has got to be somewhat normal to have a listening audience, so I out of the side of my mouth, said . . . can you believe these guys, they want to get rid of the last 17 amendments to the Constitution!  He, casually, thought he was putting my mind at ease and said, well, I just have issues with the 15th, 16th, and 17th!  So this country, has, relatively speaking, had 238 years of peace, since the adoption of the U.S. Constitution, and these guys want to through all the precedence away, all case law, and start over!  Fuck NO!

Like Herding Cats, I Finally Got These Warring Factions, To Agree to Let Me Train Them on the U.S. Constitution . . . It Worked Like Magic, Family Pictures, Anyone!

Okay, so I missed the right convention, but I heard it was 400 screaming men, with a few women, but you were suppose to wear dresses, only . . . I haven't worn a dress, willingly for about 20 years!  And I refused to wear one there too, but I did my presentation, as did Steve, a lobbyist, and our presentations dove-tailed perfectly, and the attendees, mellowed out, go what the goals, the ideas, and principles behind the document were, and bought on to it, in spite of their individual issues with that amendment, or this idea.  By the end of the day of training, everyone was taking pictures, laughing, getting phone numbers and email addresses . . . seriously, it was like an old fashioned family reunion . . . that was until we got in the car!

Here is how divisive religion can be . . . my friend, Dale Ure, the MC, also the brother of David Ure, whom I knew up at the Utah State Legislature, in my previous life, as an assistant attorney general, were all on a Constitutional high, loving the experience, digging the comradery, and continuing the discussion, which digressed sharply, when the issue or hot topic of polygamy came up . . . big time fighting button for me, as a woman, feminist, activist and woman's rights advocate . . . you see, all alleged active or card carrying Mormons, male and female, know that the principle of polygamy is in current doctrine, even though, not currently practiced . . . but always a looming threat to women, with me seeing and teaching it, as one of the twin relics of barbarism . . . big time split with me and the male patriarchy in the Church, I believe it was man-speak!  

I was outnumbered in the car, 3 to 1, and I was standing my ground, not hard for an attorney, and an argument is an automatic invite for a fight . . . so, this guy in the front seat, says, in response to my wall of separation between church and state argument, based on constitutional analysis and interpretation, by the U.S. Supreme Court, was what the freedom of religion clause meant . . . this clown had some lame ass reasoning behind him refusing to buy that . . . another anarchist!  Those dirty dozen U.S. Supreme Court case . . . but the point I want to make it, that while we were all basically Mormon, or with those roots, how well, we all got along, when coming to terms with constitutional explanations, based on bottom line principles, concepts, and foundations of understanding; and how quickly things disintegrate, taking out one element of the equation of understanding, the Court!

We Need to Deal in the Totality of the Document!  Or We Will Fail to Interpret it Right, Understand the Rational, and We Will Be at Odds Again!

I basically, look at the U.S. Constitution, especially, the Preamble, as the closest we, as humans, with different races, religions, sexes, ages, creeds, etc., can get to heaven . . . being of one heart and one mind, really being able to pull of loving God, because if you can't love a man, who you can see, how can you love a God, you can't see?  I believe this document to be inspired, amazing, applicable, more today, than in years passed, and the actual gospel of Jesus Christ, in law and action.

EVOLVE, WE NEED A REVOLUTION!

Keep the Sabbath Day Holy, If You Want . . . I Find it Wise!

AMERICA, IF I DON'T SHINE, YOU DON'T SHINE! GUILT BY REPRESENTATION, THANK GOD FOR ALLEGED TERRORIST ATTORNEYS--JOHN ADAMS, AFTER DEFENDING PARTIES RESPONSIBLE FOR THE BOSTON MASSACRE--ONE OF THE BEST PIECES OF SERVICE, I EVER RENDERED MY COUNTRY; BROCK, CHEEK, BESS, BAUM, LAMOREAUX, BERGUSEN, WEDIG, WOODFORD, BRAUN, CLARK, GUTHRIES, ETC . . . 6TH AMENDMENT PROVIDES CITIZENS WITH A RIGHT TO COUNSEL, WHETHER THE CASE IS POPULAR OR NOT, WHETHER YOU LIKE THE DEFENDANT OR NOT, AND I AM NOT AN ENEMY COMBATANT FOR SUING STATE OFFICIALS ACTING UNDER COLOR OF LAW, VIOLATING, EVEN THE LEAST WORTHY, DEFENDANTS, IN YOUR MIND, OR FOR KILLING ASSET FORFEITURE, FOR FIGHTING FOR DOCTOR'S RIGHTS AGAINST GOVERNMENT FRAUD UNITS, FOR WRITING THIS BLOG IN FAVOR OF BLACK TEENS BEING MURDERED BY WHITE COPS! THESE ARE MY FINEST MOMENTS--I AM NOT THE CRAZY AUNT UP IN THE ATTIC, AND MY SISTERS ARE NOT ME! SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO GO TO WAR, TO GET TO PEACE . . . YOU BETTER PRAY TO GOD, THAT I CONTINUE TO LIVE, BREATH, SHINE AND FIGHT! AND THIS IS TO THE MANY ATTORNEYS, WHO HAVE BEEN TARGETED, EXPERIENCE CHARACTER ASSASSINATION, BEEN BULLIED, DENIED SENATE CONFIRMATIONS, LOST LICENSES, AND HAVE EVEN BEEN KILLED FOR DEFENDING THE RIGHTS OF UNPOPULAR PEOPLE IN SOCIETY! THAT IS WHAT MAKES THIS NATION GREAT! REPRESENTATION, PUBLIC TRIALS, DUE PROCESS & EQUAL PROTECTION, PROTECTING MINORITIES FROM THE MAJORITY! GROW UP AMERICA! SHINE!

The Big Sister Game--Using 5 Interchangeable Sisters Act--And One Huge Secret, ME!  I Did It All!

Right now, I am sitting in the cafe, on the first floor of the St. Patrick's Hospital in Missoula, Montana, after leaving Kalispell, Montana, yesterday on the 4:20 p.m., CKST shuttle, check the fucking ticket on the computer, and I arrived here, in Missoula, at around 7:01 p.m., check bus arrival time . . . we had a Native American driver, there was one Indian, one black, me, and white woman, a young student, I believe, coming to the University of Montana, with a bun in his hair, another young man, going home to work on his family farm, who read most of the way, and an older gentleman, kind of hippie, throw back from the 60's and 70's with longer, gray hair!

I now know that through the dark web or the deep internet, that it is possible for NSA, or hackers, or people who just sign up, to actually scan my writing, send it to several other IP addresses, and make it look like this was written in Utah, Las Vegas, other locations in Montana, Parowan, through security sites that have volunteered to bump your material around . . . but, I am here.  Just yesterday or the day before, I was reading about the NRA both promoting gun use in woman, while trashing women also, writing demeaning articles of people like Shannon Watts, depicting her with an apron, making fun of her as a housewife, with a paper doll look, and iron, frying pan, spoon, or other kitchen utensils, surrounding her . . . 

But, the thing that caught my eye, was there was a statement, that appeared to be a perverted statistic on domestic violence, using this alleged fact, stating that there were as many women killed by boyfriends and husbands, as there were killed in the Iraq and Afghanistan wars . . . there were 58,000 women killed by boyfriends or husbands, during the Vietnam War; it appeared that my blog, using this statistic a few weeks ago, was scan, hit someone else's IP address, and they morphed that statistic into something to fit today's wars, but I have never read any stats on these wars . . . the posers, wanting to steal my work, change it, and put it out in a slightly different form, writing who knows what to fit their opinion!

In the last few days, this blog has gone from roughly 2 million results in seconds, to 17 million, and just a minute ago, to 57,700,000 results, so some fucking heavy traffic, but some fun articles!  This is a blog that many people would like to get a hold of to promote their shit, while using my name, credentials, and just changing various things they disagree with, to fit their personal, or gang ideologies, or religious and political bull shit and leanings . . . using me, to get their words out.  I am pissed as hell . . .

The Sister Swapping Game!

Many of you have played this simple game of chance . . . you have, let's say 8 cups, or covers of some type, we will label them Shelley, Sue, Marcie, Rachel, Tiffany, Kay, Kelley, Rebecca, generally, you only have 3, but I am trying to make a point . . . you will notice, that I am missing, JoAnn, is not one of the names of one of the cups; however, all the traits, cases, clients, legislation, blog articles, kids, grand kids, etc., belong to me!  Okay, but, I am not even in the game, not present, don't exit, other than to serve as a title for these other women, an attorney, mother, lobbyist, water compact analyzer, story teller, dancer, Vegas cop ditcher, Parowan home owner, etc.

In this game that many of you are aware of, have played, or watched someone play, has some object, a ball, piece of candy, ring, penny, or whatever, can be easily moved around under the cups.  The audience or players, can even watch as the dealer or game director pushes the cups around, rearranging, changing positions and moving the cups around enough, hoping to keep you, dazed and confused, as to where the item under one of the cups is.  That is much what this gang, mob, family, CIA, FBI, NSA, men, lovers, cousins, in-laws, and even kids are doing, only, I am not even in the game, they have painted me as retarded, crazy, challenged, dead, diminished, disabled, etc., not the person writing this blog, for sure, not the attorney, not the mother, not the lobbyist, not the water compact analyzer, not the woman who has had so many great escapes, it make Houdini look slow!

At first, I thought, that if someone could pull all the dogs in the dog pile off me, and uncover me, they would find me; however, then I realized, I was invisible, non-existent, not in the game, in some mental hospital, in jail, off in a nursing home . . . and that was their goal, take all ID, kill me and pretend, I was one of the sisters in the game, or the other attorneys, called in to play, or a client or two . . . who in the hell, knows how many women have been told they could be me, surely all the women, I wrote briefs for since the bar, allegedly put sanctions on my license, at the same time the Utah Supreme Court, who is over the Utah State Bar, is their boss, so to say, and over all attorneys in the state, had given me 4 certificates of Good Standing, totally the opposite of the lower level attorneys, running the bar association, and judges, involved in the game to shift me out, and bring many non-attorneys into the game, with my life, being the ball under the cups, but changing positions and directions, so fast, that it confused the naked eye!

Thank God, There Are Attorneys Like Me . . . Some of Us, Are Not Afraid

There are many attorneys, who as of late, especially, under the Bush administration and the fucked up Patriot Act, and all the insane new laws, really fascist bull shit, taking away all rights of detainees, denying them due process, holding them indefinitely, not charging them with any crimes, and trashing all the attorneys, who were concern about the erosion of the legal system, the U.S. Constitutional protections, the Bill of Rights, so 34 of the 50 most prestigious law firms, had attorneys, either assigned or volunteered to do pro bono cases, to help detainees, either in Guantanamo, or other places, that had been government targets . . . these attorneys became terrorist attorneys, as I have been called myself!

Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court, Justice Roberts, was asked, before he was nominated for the high court, to defend a man, who along with several accomplices, killed 6 people, wounding 2 others who survived, in a botched robbery, gone bad, I believe in Florida, he said, it is the job of a lawyer, to articulate the side of their client, and give them the best defense they are entitled to.  Attorneys have a legal obligation to do just what they are doing, defending members of Al Qaeda, Jihadists, the Taliban, and the attorneys, called to do this, on the defense side of this, are not, the Department of Jihad!

Governors Perry, McDonald, AGs, Shurtleff & Swallow of Utah, all Under Indictment or Charges of Abuse of Power, Corruption, or Taking Gifts, Favors & Accepting Bribes, or Giving Them . . . Are Glad as Hell, they have Constitutional Protections, the Same Ones, they Cheated Others Out of Under the Patriot Act!

Both President Bush, and my father, held the idea that the U.S. Constitution is just a piece of paper, or that only criminals need rights, or protections, well, ask these men who have held the highest offices in the state, or ask President Clinton, and others, Spitzer, Wiener, Hart, and others in the public eye, if they still don't believe in constitutional rights and protections.  All it takes is some asshole, to charge you with something, being at the wrong place, at the wrong time, or caught, unintentionally, in a situation gone bad, fast . . . and you will be singing the praises of the foresight of the founding fathers, who knew too well, the abuse of a tyrannical government, and if the Republicans are successful, in their lawsuit, against President Obama, he will be grateful also, so, but for the grace of God, go YOU!

People are targeted, charged, unlawfully detained, unjustly incarcerated, framed, issued bogus warrants, by cops, prosecutors or judges, who are going to be made to look bad, because of you, and they have the power, the network, the guns, the badges, the warrant powers, to make your life a living hell, like they have mine!  Do not think for a second, that at some point in your life, you will be called upon to defend, protect and preserve this country, its basic tenants, principles and concepts . . . I hope you are prepared, and the document you are defending, may just be the one to keep you out of harms way!

What Qualifies Me as a Terrorist Attorney

• killing cop and prosecutor's legislation on asset forfeiture, in a bill that was sponsored by the attorney generals office
• getting 9 government attorneys, investigators fired for violating doctor's rights in Medicaid/Medicare fraud investigations
• defending two financial planners, who had their offices ransacked, searched, computer hard drives downloaded, without a warrant, being given an administrative letter, without warrant powers, nor 4th amendment protections, being posted on the Internet for 4 to 8 years as the fraud poster boys of Utah
• suing cops, narcotics officers, sheriffs, the county attorney, and Division of Child & Family Services for violating constitutional and statutory rights, breaking into client's house, planting 51 pieces of felony evidence, having the state crime lab, up to the FBI, cover the evidence against the officers
• defending drug cases, firearms charges, alleged sexual exploitation of a step-child
• defending a kiddie porn king, who had all his right violated, his house and camera equipment stolen by cops, without warrants, etc.
• defending a murder charge against a husband, when I was the only one who believed that the military, the cops, and the National Guard were involved in the murder, framing him for the death . . . this is the case, that merited the killing of another client, Allan Rex Bess, and bringing in the big guns, InterPol, Norad, Delta Force Intel, new chief of police and plants in key positions to protect the frauds!  My client was stabbed, I was blocked from seeing him, my tires were flattened, two deputy sheriffs, in unmarked uniforms and van, blocked my entrance into the prison, to see my client after I was successful in appealing his case, or getting a new trial . . .
• defending parents who had been raised in the DCFS or CPS system who had been targeted, or rather their children, were the targets, taking the 4 children, allegedly because the parents didn't wash their faces, and make sure they always had clean clothes each morning . . . while the children were being sexually exploited by aids, with an elementary principle, my clients found on the Internet, who was a sex offender!
• defending an alleged, dead beat dad, who never even knew he had a kid, who was 23, a Marine, and in college, before the state went after child support, for a woman, who claimed she got pregnant in the two weeks, they were married, but had actually signed an affidavit, that she was not pregnant at the time, her father, with a known polygamist name, came and picked her up . . . a father from that area, had  been turned in by his sons, for impregnating his daughter, 4 times . . . I believe it more likely daddy did it!
• defending a Marine, on attempted homicide charges, getting him from 45 years in prison, to probation, when I could prove, or at least had a better theory, than the prosecutors, who doctored the photo evidence, took off all self-authenticating dates, times and what not, then proceeded to blend two trips to the hospital for the alleged victim, who as a black widow, with three other dead husband, my client was the next victim, and the cops, never looked into her other husbands deaths, but I got him off, only to be murdered by cop!

That is Just A Taste of What This Terrorist Attorney Has Done . . . and I am Sitting Right Here, in Missoula, at the Hospital!

God Bless America, and Damn the Patriot Act!

GRANDPA SOUTHWICK, DADDY WAR BUCKS, LIVING OFF THE SECRIST FAMILY MONEY--WAR CRIMINAL--ENGINEERING PEACE FOR MY FAMILY, EVEN IF IT MEANS STEPPING OUT OF THE PICTURE FOR AWHILE, GIVING REST AND COMFORT, TO MY CHILDREN, GRANDCHILDREN, WHO HAVE BEEN UNDER CONSTANT ATTACK BY THE MOB, MORMONS & MEN/WOMEN IN BLACK, SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY, EXTENDING TO FAMILY MEMBERS AND THEIR CIRCLE OF FRIENDS . . . AND HOPE THAT I CAN BE FOOLISH ENOUGH, TO DO WHAT OTHERS HAVE NOT DONE, AND FIX A VERY SAD AND TRAGIC SITUATION, THAT WILL EFFECT GENERATIONS TO COME . . . FAME KILLS; I LOVE YOUR WORK! THESE POSER, SATANIC, EVIL, AND CORRUPT, LAY IN WAIT TO DESTROY, STEAL AND KILL . . . NOT THE CROWD I WOULD WANT MY KIDS TO ASSOCIATE WITH! CAT WOMAN! LOL! LOVE YA . . . CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED OR WANT TO TALK! MOM, JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., FUN LOVING MOTHER, GRANDMOTHER, BLOGGER, HOBBY LOBBYIST, FORMER ASSISTANT AG, U.S. SUPREME COURT BAR MEMBER, LOVER AND FRIEND TO MANY! LET THEM GO, AND IF THEY COME BACK, THEY WERE YOURS, AND IF THEY DON'T, THEY NEVER WERE . . . THE TEST! MAJESTIC MADNESS--TRAIN A CHILD IN THE WAY THEY SHOULD GO, AND THEY WILL NOT DEPART FROM IT . . .

St. Pat's Morning Prayer . . . Wonderful

Just now, as I was watching segments of the Rachel Maddow Show, MSNBC, and Jon Stewart, of the Daily Show, on my computer, the loud speaker here at the hospital came on for morning prayer; I wish I had the ability or the technology, or could replay this man's amazing prayer, of hope, faith, love, peace, giving, comfort and rest, challenging people here, doctors, nurses, and other staff, to do what many claim is a futile, and somewhat in the hearts of man, a worthless attempt, to make a difference in this world, being bold enough to believe that one person, can indeed make a difference, change the world, in a way, or at least start the ball rolling in their sphere of influence, engineering peace where you can make a difference.

While, I have very much been a victim of this family plot, conspiracy, collusion, identity take over, my children have been possibly more victimized, being attacked, zeroed in on, married off to, marginalized in their attempts and efforts to conduct the affairs of their lives, being tossed to and fro, by unseen forces, by nameless, faceless enemies, and possibly by those lying in bed with them at night, allegedly caring for them as a spouse, a partner, while being little more than a wolf in sheep's clothing, controlling, shaping events, doing spin and damage control, at the behest of people who have little in common with them, and surely don't have their best interest at heart, cunningly orchestrating obstacles, objections, challenges, that really were fabricated excuses to hold them down, make them appear less that they are, elevating the less qualified, promoting mediocrity, rather than excellence, not only on a personal, but professional level, taking license with their talents, their gifts, opportunities, options, and restructuring situations, to benefit, people, associates, even lovers, that would benefit, not only enemies of the family, but the state.

And in this, I apologize to my children, who were unknowingly pulled into circumstances, that have rocked their worlds, assassinated their characters, but without success, due to their excellence in character and inherent good hearts, minds, and amazing stamina, survival skills, and tenacity to fight, unknown enemies, enemies at their gates, smiling, while stabbing them in the back, making sure they either do not succeed, or making life extremely difficult for them . . . 

Your Children Are An Asset To You--Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart (2005)

Chris doesn't like me to use his name, but I am going to; this morning, as I was watching Internet news and commercials, after having written the last blog, trashing my alleged in-laws, who have proven time and time again, that they are anything but true to the Secrist family, and have instigated discord, withdrawal love, interfered with visits, good memories, and done all in their power to benefit the thieves, of music, careers, titles, names, and allegiances, love, caring, creating what in the family law world is called alienation of affection, for a significant other.  And I know, this is pulling my children in ways they never imagined possible, pitting their mother and father, against their spouses, using grandchildren as war toyz!  

I will not subject them to this, and will have none of this, will not participate in my children's demise . . . but I will promise, that I will do all in my power, to take your asses down, if, or when, after leaving, you do anything to hurt, destroy, diminish, or cause pain to my four children . . . hell hath nor wrath, like a woman scorned, and I don't think that applies just to the male/female relationship . . . my name, career, degrees, bar memberships, cases, blog is one thing, but my children are in a totally different category, grandchildren included . . . you have no idea what I will, and am capable of doing to you, but you will find out!  

But for now, I choose peace for them . . . and my posterity, and for their sake, in love, I will just wait for them to contact me, but first, I will expose what they have done to my son, Chris . . . you know more about Elliot; Chris is what I would call, the pay son . . . in their fucked up, materialistic, power monger world, of total bull shit, lies, sex, video tapes, surveillance, murder, and what not . . . they erased, what I have previously written, but not this time, and I believe in my heart of hearts, there are people watching you, with, hopefully swift punishment and retribution waiting for your atrocities, that will fuck your sorry asses forever . . . and you deserve it!

Chris is the One Who Will Take Care of You--So Chris is the Target

At one point, while I was with Brett, he said, that he had called all of my children, and of all of them, Chris was the one, who if the time came that I needed care--remember at this time, I was still under the belief and effects of the poisoning, believing death was an inevitability--it would be Chris, who would step forward and be their for you.  Now, this was not done in love for me, but as a background observation of which child, or children, would most likely cause the mob, be it, family, government or church sponsored, but Chris would pose a problem, as most sons do for their mother's abusers.  This is substantiated by domestic violence statistics, 80% of the young men in prison for murder, are there for killing their mother's abusers!

I believe by this time, that Brett and Kay, along with Shelley, Jesse and Tiffany Anderson, as well as Isaac, had hatched a plan for, not only stealing my identity, that was already years in the working, starting back in 2000, but also taking Elliot's music, this was mind you, just a few years after the Provo Death Cave incident, where Blake Donner, the lead singer for Parallax, along with several others, where in my beliefs, murdered, but Blake was originally, Chris's friend, and he introduced Blake and Elliot, and was the band's most loyal fan, even more so than his mother, who was already marginalized and taken out of the picture, so this group of bandits, the word on the pirated CDs, stacked by the 10's to 100's, on Shelley's desk, at her 527 East 500 South, house, where the seeds of deceit were sown, with runs to the bank or ATM were taking place nightly, mail from banks, like one in Sand Point, Idaho, were coming in the mail, tons of credit card applications . . . Shelley had bad credit, so she had to use my name, my social, my driver's license, to go undetected under the radar screen; however, she was already in good with the cops, the AGs office, and in a general hate club, already doing hate things against me, dragging Chris and Elliot, expanding to Greta and Nicole, as the money rolled in, the bribes, the power, the influence started to expand, engulfing anyone willing to be one for the money . . . basically, that included everyone!

I Left Brett, Chris, Elliot & Isaac Bring El's New Band's CD

As Parallax died, God's Revolver & Maraloka evolved, marking new musical territory, and the potential for even broader appeal, that the heavy metal, punk and hard rock of the band's parent band, with the staged allure of death, to market the music, underground, much like is the case with families of Michael Jackson, Keith Cobain, Jim Morrison, Jim Hendrix, Joplin and others . . . I believe that this people, including Dallas, my son-in-law, planned to exploit the deaths, as a former firefighter, Dallas was furious and protective at even the mention of the cave, the thought that it might have been murder, and that Elliot, being one of the first called to the scene, by none other, than a spare guy, from Reno . . . Shelley and Don Anderson, had lived in the Carson City area, was there a connection, why did this kid go in the cave with the others?

I think Parallax was the first target, the music seed money, and God's Revolver and Maraloka, just happened to come along, while the marketing, capitalizing, and underground distribution of Parallax music was being banked on, cutting Elliot, Brandon, and Mike, I think, out of any proceeds . . . that fucking little Isaac was the spy within, knowing all of Elliot's friends, contacts, music, and his replacement in training, as was Jesse, Chris's!  I was always shocked that my father, family war criminal, working in concert with Shelley, whom he had dealings with since she was in junior high, started the exchange, substitutions, and switch, very early on, long before I ever thought, but I remember, after letting Shelley drive my white, Mazda, Protege . . . appropriate symbolism there, my father, who gave her access to my social security card, driver license, ID card, had now, assigned title to my car, after I paid for it, to Jesse?  Chris needed a car at the time, but Jesse was mama's boy, dragging not only his sorry ass, living with Shelley, but impregnating Tiffany, so attaching a child and wife into the mix, but Tiffany was a computer asset, and she also took an economic class at Utah State University with Shelley, and was heavily involved in this criminal enterprise to pirate the music!

Chris was to Jesse, what Isaac was to Elliot, and what I was to Shelley, closest confidants . . . until Shelley, started fucking Brett!  All of the sudden, Ty, a mere teen, young, was suddenly talking about becoming a venture capitalist, and Shelley was being coached in fine wines, styling up on her clothes, and going to Las Vegas regularly . . . laying the groundwork for the new music phenomena, God's Revolver! But these, Jack Sparrow, wanna be's, had some competition, and I was getting back in the political scene, not only left Brett, but one of Shelley's friends, when she saw the cruel treatment, as did Jenny, Shelley's former daughter-in-law, both encouraged me to leave, get out, escape if you will . . . when I took off to St. George, and started to heal from the PIX . . . Shelley a biologist by training, working with pharmacutical companies, most likely was the one who concocted the poison, that stole 8 years of my life . . . but Chris, was also being damaged, and he was sure as hell on Brett's radar, as one to be concerned with.  Chris was a silent observer, one who knew the workings of the band, the behind the scenes, the players, and is so, fucking smart . . . the attack!

Chris is the One Who Helped Me Make the Connection with Exigent Records . . . Who Sold Out God's Revolver, When they had Three World Wide Music Magazine Interviews, a Nationwide Tour, Magnet Magazine's, Hard Rock Band of 2008--Isaac Told Me, a Friend of His, Owned GR's, Little Black Horse Where are You Going with Your Dead Rider, CD--Brett?

Chris had hooked up with Katerina Jeleva, a co-worker at Walmart.  He also, left, during a hot courtship, to go back to Georgia, to work with Dallas, and live with Greta and Dallas for a few months . . . but Kat was more of a draw.  I had met Katerina, when Donny was just a year or so old, he is now, I believe, 11, so that was at least 10 years ago, and Chris was, for all intents and purposes, Donny's father, and live in boyfriend of Kat.  In 2007, I believe that Brett, Kay, Shelley, and my father, if I can even refer to him as that without wanting to vomit, but, these core people, knowing I was getting back into the law a threat to Shelley, who was me, El's music was rocking, and here is Chris, a key witness to all the band was doing . . . right after I started to suspect that all these guys were involved in the theft of El's music along with Dallas, who, along with my father, both in the same day, just hours apart, did not celebrate Elliot's musical prowess, but seemed very concerned, Dallas going in his car for hours, talking to someone and my father, abruptly, saying, Jo, I've heard enough . . . right after giving him the good news about Elliot's three worldwide music magazine interviews, with Hustler, already having taken the photo shoots!

I truly believe that day, the real God's Revolver, unbeknown to the bandits, was going to come crashing in on the Underground Revolver, being laundered through British Columbia . . . times got tough from that day forward, with someone getting on the home page of GR and posting unofficial videos, of the band, drunk, taking off their shirts, and they intercepted the business cards and bus wrap that I ordered from a local graphic artist, with an office, just under the viaduct, on 700 South, and a ward member with my parents, and myself, who made an unexpected move, out of the ward . . . I was close to the wife!

Yes, old grandpa war bucks, was very much, in on the action from the get-go, and so was Dallas!  I remember, around that time, Dallas, Greta and I, were talking in Julia's kitchen, and El's music came into the conversation, and things were somewhat amiable at that time . . . and Dallas, out of the blue, said, in reference to Elliot, and how good he was, as was his band, well, I guess he is your son . . . as if in resignation, or somewhat recognizing that a brilliant musician, smart music, was connected to me . . . hell, I am the one, who facilitated the whole phenomena, the one who bought El his first guitar, drove 300 miles per weekend, getting the band together, sitting in the car, waiting for El, Isaac, and Taylor, or whatever his name was from, Midway, to go to a backyard concert . . . Shelley never drove one time in 3 years!  And grandpa, complained about me driving the band around!  HOLY Shit, do you think . . . well, he is your son!  Who in the hell's son do you think he was, or who's son was getting credit, money and fame?

Chris Moves in With Katerina & Donny, Same Time Mama Bear is Getting Suspicious, and it Getting Back into the Law, Politics, and Making Contacts

Out of the blue, from nowhere, Chris gets charged with allegedly molesting, or touching Donny!  What?  I didn't know about this, until it was over . . . Chris is protective, as are all my children, giving the threat of losing me, their mother from a brain disease, allegedly, but still not practicing law, so not much protection to my sons, but getting ever more aware, more connected, making old contacts and new alike, and gaining momentum in the community, the church, and family.  In retrospect, looking at the time frame, well if that isn't a telling choice of words, Chris was framed, set up, falsely charged!  Now, look how convenient for the government, who is going after Chris, placing that female spy in his home . . . he is ordered out of the home for three months, during the dead of winter; he slept in his car!

Consider who were my enemies, going back, the Bush administration, under the Patriot Act, just new, the Utah cops and prosecutors, and many people concerned about my return . . . just three days ago, when I showed up unannounced to Kalispell, DJ Clark, said, that me coming has made a ton of people nervous, WHY?  Well, in the same sense, I made people nervous, because I had kicked the shit out of them, and I was getting back to my old self, and I think, that went after Chris, (1) to neutralize him, marginalize him, and tarnish his reputation, so he would not be believed if the time came that his mother was pitted against her enemies, and Elliot's band, was able to fight the pirating professionals from the government, the family . . . remember, my father was OSS or OSI, Office of Strategic Intelligence, the precursor to the CIA!  With Bryce Christensen, retired FBI, and new director of Security for the Mormon Church!  Come on, can this be more apparent, what was going on, the players, the power, the money laundering, Kay and Mitt, Brock, Rice, El's money and band was the target, I was a sideline, but a big threat, so was Chris, who knows the players, the band, the inside on the family!

After Chris had racked up $10,000 in legal fees for nothing, all his charges were dropped, the night before trial, so he was handicapped financially, to keep him in check also, and those attorneys, who played with Brett, Kay, Shelley, grandpa, and crew, should be disbarred!  Kay should be hung, right along with Shelley, Rachel, Sue and the fake attorneys the bar has allowed to practice under the auspice of being either me, or attorneys!  This is not only unlawful, abuse of power, misfeasance and malfeasance in office, but criminal!

During the Three Months, Chris Had to Stay Out of the Home, Kat II was Introduced to Donny, and Kat I, was Murdered . . . a Sexy Spy, But Not Donny's Mother . . . Custody Battle, but With Courts Coached and Controlled, so No Matter the Outcome, Mama Attorney Back, Kat was Ditching this Kid, that was NOT HER KID!

Three months in plenty of time to make someone forget, even their most intimate partner's body, especially, if you don't know, that stuff like this happens, as was the case with Allan Rex Bess, being murdered and switched out for Frank, who was sent to spy, steal, destroy and if possible kill . . . so Shelley, could ultimately take my place, stepping in, not only as Elliot's mother, really Isaac, but as Allan's wife, really Franks, and the whole swap would be complete . . . such was the case with Chris and Kat . . . with Kat being Kay's girl!  Kay was another swap, intended for taking my place, she was not enough professionally for Brett, he had to have my resume, my credentials, my kids, my son's band, and he also, as time went on, decided he wanted the whole family, with the aid and help of Dallas, George, and Kat II, who would question, and it was the spouses, and in Rochelle, who orchestrated the lie, and promoted Kay, Shelley, or whomever, and took money to satisfy their lies . . . .

You know, that 4 years to the day, with the same charges, Kat is charged with the same crimes, with almost identical wording, for sexually touching her child . . . I had been warning Kat, as had Chris, that she was giving too much access to Bret Bayer's parents, over Donny, that she was going to have trouble, she never heeded the warnings, nor listened to Chris, but it was no surprise, for it was this incident, that made me look back, and connect the dots, this was not a concerned mother, this was a CIA or family asset, infiltrating my family and getting rid of a child that was not hers.  She had to put on a good show, but she was not a good actress, after Judge Sainsbury, rendered kind of weasel style verdict or refusal to give Kat, Donny back, with troubles with the guardian ad litem, the psychologist, and others, failing to give Kat any visits or access to Donny, her alleged son, she was beaming and came and gave me a big hug!  What!

She couldn't have been more smiley and happy, like, the gamesters had pulled of an amazingly shielded loss, and she was free of this charge, that she never wanted as part of the deal anyway, so happy days are here again . . . she had Chris, Mr. GQ to herself!  Oh, she continued to pretend to fight, the legal battle that is, but she didn't give a rat's ass, whether Donny was part of the deal, making no phone calls, nor attempting to get a hold of key contacts, always giving the excuse it was someone else's fault that she didn't get to see Donny for two fucking years!  Even the worst child molesters, are given time with their kids!  Even if supervised visits are mandatory, they get visits!  I could see she had no interest, and was more than happy to just have Chris, and what girl wouldn't.  She did however, get a thrill out of putting up a show, going after the guardian ad litem, who was most likely one of her friends . . . generally, Provo/Orem agencies, will hire, BYU graduates, and don't bring in or hire chicks that smoke!  Both Ms. Rudd and Kat are smokers!  Not your typical girls in the area . . . but CIA, sure, especially, the Mormon Muffins are not attracted to the work, they are home having kids!

With Donny Out of the Way, Camping Trip, Marriage, and Baby!

The Donny problem was being taken care of . . . so, now to solidify her relationship with Chris . . . El's second CD with God's Revolver, was also coming out at about this same time, so, great timing.  I asked Chris why he finally married Kat, and his response was, she finally went camping with me . . . a trap laid for a man, giving him hope for the girl he wanted, with a passion for the things he loves!  Of all my children, Chris seems the most interested in Montana, the lakes, the fishing, the mountains, even told me, in his job, his company just took over one of the parts of the company that serviced Montana, and he was reading a bunch of newspapers, in little local towns and getting a kick out of the animal stories and the lack of crime, funny section in the Daily Inter Lake . . . Law and Disorder, funny police reporting on humorous calls, I didn't even believe this was crime, and thought it was a joke, crimes?

Love is blind, and the one time camping trip, was all he got, Kat became pregnant, and beautiful little, Yulia was born; however, the Kat who shared the law, a passion for justice, a love for going after the government workers who were doing their job poorly, was long gone . . . with baby, no go!  Katerina's mother, who looked totally different, smaller, petite, and very thin, replaced the taller, more buxom, heavier, mother I remember from Kat's parent's trip to St. George and Utah.  Kat's mother got 6 months to enjoy Yulia, and I was lucky, if Kat didn't get pissed if I wanted to stop by and love on Yulia for a night or a few hours . . . a very different relationship, than I had ever had with Kat, she was obviously denying me contact with my own grand-daughter!  She said, I could have a relationship through Skype!

Don't Even Let Baby Get Close, She Will Love Jo . . . Did Dallas and George Warn Her?

I have raised 4 beautiful, healthy, happy, for the most part, children, who had little more than a split chin, a broken arm--at grandmother's house, a split lip, and that is it, for childhood trauma; sickness, not much at all, very healthy, so?  Now, Dallas, uses the kids, or tried to, until he realized that this is the wrong mom, and the wrong grandmother to play those games . . . I actually have a life of my own, like in Montana!  So, if Dallas had a disagreement with me, he would say the grand could not see me . . . okay, it was Greta and Dallas and their kids who were missing out, I was busy and just did what I normally do, a Dallas, I divorced and gave Zeke the kids, does this sound like a mother or grandmother who lived to have a gaggle of kids and grand kids under foot, a cougar!  Eventually, they would call, Kael, Tristan and especially, Thaddeaus, absolutely love me . . . or used to; I am sure Dallas is working his poison!  LOL!  Can't extract that DNA!  LOL!

George, tried competing with me, when I went back east, and watched the kids, with George watching me, the helicopter dad, but jealous as hell!  I could not believe it, he was actually competing with me for Yuri's and Gracie's affections, why?  What the hell, don't you want your kids to be close to grandma . . . only if that is the grandma, you want to be their grandma, Sue was the elected Mayor kid grandmother, but George was having trouble with the grandma with the DNA match!  Yuri was totally drawn to me, as we played shark games, and I would scream while he pretended he was Tyrannosaurus Rex!  George acted hesitant to go to work for fear, that the kids would bond even more as he went to work!  Something was not working!  

Even After A Two Year Separation, I Surprised Nicole & Family, Dropped in When in DC, Getting Sworn in U.S. Supreme Court, Nicole and George were Shocked, that Gracie, Who Doesn't Warm up to Anyone, Took to me, Grandma Jo, like a Fish to Water, Acting Like We had NEVER Been Apart, Wanting me to Read her Bedtime Stories, Give her a Bath, Introduce Me to All her Toys and Stuffed Animals . . . was Kat Warned, Don't Open the Door!

He, George, had to poison Nicole . . . your mother, this, and your mother that, and bringing in only his mother, to the point of not wanting Nicole to even tell me they were coming to Utah, denying her access and tell her that the kids couldn't be near me . . . you know this dangerous former assistant attorney general, who worked with children in abused homes, championed their protection at the legislature, and protected their mothers, both legally and physically at times in court as the director of the states, Victim Assistance, you know the family law professor of 7 fucking years, the one who introduced things like alienation of affection to the Utah public after taking time on a Saturday, to go hear an expert on the subject, or the U.S. Supreme Court Bar member, or the mother-in-law attorney, who wrote at least 4 briefs, attended court, even while doing the yoman's work of 5 attorneys, driving to help, take calls, write emails, attend court, track down attorneys and judges fucking with records and files . . . this sounds like exactly the type of grandmother you would want your children exposed to!  Good God, twice, I dropped everything and at my own expense, came back to the, hell hole of Utah, St. George, to defend Dallas at the college, coaching and talking theory while he referred to me as the "monster I am?"

Dallas, George and Kat, have somehow, demonized me, or, it is simply their job to fuck with my life, my kids, and my grand kids, all part of the larger scheme, to wrestle everything away from me, make me pay for my legal challenges to cops, prosecutors, the Bushes, the Patriot Act, theft of my son's music, my cases . . . are you fucking kidding me, you dumb asses married my children, are you that stupid, that fucked up, to love the product and reject the producer?  I have bent over backwards for all of you, when ever any request for help was asked, either by way of legal help, or kid help . . . I was never the dotting mother, or will I be the ever dotting grandmother, just not in my nature, but your kids will be enriched, have fun, and be challenged, care for, and grand-parented, perhaps, not with a Sunday dinner, or birthday presents that are right on time, but they will eventually get them, if their parents will go along with a grandmother who objects to spoiled, bratty kids, who beg for toys, yet long for attention, which they always get, on my terms, not their!  Children are to be seen and not heard . . . Grandmother Southwick, amazing woman and example, Sue? Shelley? Kay? Rachel? Marcie? Tiffany?  Better . . . really?

Fucking, Have'em, You Dumb Asses . . . And I am Sure You Prefer Criminals, Because You Are "Them", Rather than Your Crime Fighting, Constitutional Law Attorney, Mother-in-Law; You Actually, Believe, Your Own Lies!  LOL!  You Get What You Pay For . . . Good Luck with Kids Influenced by the Southwick Mafia!  LOL!  My Kids Will Eventually See Through You Clowns, all 3, if they Haven't Already . . . Just Biding Time!  Call Me, I Am Not Calling You--Peace!

P.S., just having fun in Montana, went to Glacier National Park . . . off the chart beautiful, cruising the hills outside Kalispell, it took three tries for John and I to find, Sylvia Lake, saw two young buck deer, a family of majestic elk . . . digging life, rocking the world with my blog, 18 million results, over two days, not close to the high of 155,000,000, but the blog has been cut, chopped, divided, stolen, killed, retrieved, split, and it is the frauds your spouses want as in-laws . . . like is attracted to like, we don't blend, I am too ethical, they are not, and I am sure, that Sue is much more their speed, waited 15 years to get grandchildren, she always wanted to be Grandma Southwick, whoops, Grandma said of all her grandchildren, I was the one most like her . . . taught English in college, loved Shakespeare, was always trying to juggle family and career, and talented as hell, and what and how is Sue like her?  Plays Canasta?  Have her, George, Dallas and Kat, take her ugly daughters too, and that Sam, the most boring Canasta game of my enter life . . . not one word of intelligence escaped Sam's mouth, he is even more boring than Kevin his father, and Ashley will run Sam's life, like Sue did Kevin . . . it is not over until the fat lady sings!  LOL!  Dallas, you and George are far to old to be my son-in-laws anyway, Sue is about right, looks 20 years older than me . . . going dancing!  Tell Sue and the old nags, to do a good job with my grandchildren!  I love it, not good at that birthday, holiday, Christmas thing . . . I dig older kids anyway, that DNA puts my signature on their asses, don't forget that!

Cat Woman--as in Bat Man's Woman!

P.S. II, I would venture a guess, that your father, Richard Clifton Secrist, was fired from the Planning Director, for Provo City, right at the same time I was poisoned, as another part to the puzzle, to steal Elliot's bands, music, fame . . . up and coming band, in a new genre of music, put it underground . . . key statement made by Grandma War Bucks . . . had Zeke, or Richard been an active member of the Mormon Church, this would never have happened to him!  2000 for both . . . Zeke was the alleged victim of a mayor who had issues with someone Zeke supervised . . . nice stretch!  What does his church membership have to do with city planning . . . all this was done for the Moron Church!  Zeke is one of the best, most competent, planners, and more noble, honorable, kind, loyal, and good man, than most I have met in my life . . . I don't know how I ever came out of this Southwick family, unscathed . . . my saving grace, was, that I was never, never, never home . . . God, was my parent! Still is!

THE TRIPLE DRAGON RESTAURANT: IJIJ--THE BEHEADING OF THREE IN-LAWS, PART OF THE TRIUVIRATE OF MOB, MORMONS, AND MEN/WOMEN IN BLACK, THAT PROVED WELL IN THE LAST MONTH, THEY ARE NOT FRIENDS, FAMILY, BUT ENEMIES . . . THE TRUTH SHALL MAKE MY CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN FREE! I FORGIVE, FORGIVE, FORGIVE AND TURN THE OTHER CHEEK, BUT, AS I GOT OFF THE SHUTTLE IN MISSOULA TONIGHT, I FELT IMPRESSED, NOW THAT I AM SAFE FROM THREATS IN LAS VEGAS AND KALISPELL, COMING HERE UNANNOUNCED AND UNEXPECTED, THAT IT WAS THE TIME TO CUT A FEW HEADS OFF, THAT HAVE LONG NEEDED IT! DALLAS TODD HYLAND, GEORGE MAYOR, AND KATERINA JELEVA ARE THE CULPRITS, THE USUAL SUSPECTS . . . I FEAR NOT DIVORCE. THERE IS AN OLD ENGLISH PROVERB POSTED IN THE ELEVATOR OF THE ST. PATRICK'S MEDICAL CENTER IN MISSOULA: ANGER EXPRESSED IS SOMETIMES MORE DAMAGING THAN THE ORIGINAL INJURY . . . I PROCEED WITHOUT ANGER, WITH LOVE FOR MY CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN WHO GOT SUCKED UP IN THIS MESS WITH THE GOVERNMENT . . . LIES, SEX & MUSIC SAGA.

Family: Invaded, Infiltrated, Interjected and Infused With Enemies!

All three of my children, and even including my youngest, Elliot, bass guitarist for God's Revolver & Maraloka, teamed up with their significant others, roughly, 14 years ago, give or take a year or two, about the time I was poisoned or diagnosed with an alleged terminal brain disease, that later appeared to be nothing more than a cover for a man-made poison, created from poisonous African tree frog gum, that is potent enough to kill from 10 to 20 grown men, and if often used by the school of assassins, who use it to go undetected, being odorless, tasteless . . . and they are tasteless for using it, and as it touches your skin, is soaked up through the pores, and makes its way into your blood stream and to your brain, killing you without reason, or so it seems.  This is a bit more organic and anthrax or Racine, that are man-made, this being considered man-made, because it is taken from the frogs by man, and applied to surfaces, sure to be touched by the intended victim . . . my exposure was too short, therefore, the impact was not as great, and lingered, long enough, so that while potent and powerful, it was not in contact with my skin long enough, but continued to effect drivers and occupants of my car, years after I was not driving it . . .

In 2000, another significant even was starting to take shape, the rise of the band called, Parallax, pumping out CDs at an amazing rate, with the band growing in popularity, breadth and depth in a short time, with fans and an audience, not only in Utah, from Provo/Orem to Logan, but from Seattle down through Portland, and going along the coastline of California . . . not in large numbers, because that was seen by the group, as a sell out, if they performed for large crowds, or got a lot of money, or used their music for commercial means . . . much like the feelings, Jim Morrison of the Doors had, never wanting their music to be used to promote Cadillacs or other cars, the source of contention with Jim and the other band members; so the band had a passion for purity . . . I believe that the music, not only of Parallax, but continuing on to God's Revolver and now Maraloka, was the real intent of the government, who figured that I had cost law enforcement, through asset forfeiture, Medicaid/Medicaire fraud units, etc., so much money, that anything even closely related to me, was theirs or not only me, but my children were to be considered indentured servants or slaves for this band of egotistical marauders . . . cowboys if you will, who were not happy with the turn of events that were the result of some of my actions, unbeknown to myself or my children!

The Thing I Hate Most About Cops

I was raised, by my father, who taught me that my rights ended at the end of my nose, believe it or not, none the less touted by the same man, who is so involved in this mess, that it is hideous, but nonethe less, he is a hideous man, cruel, corrupt, a money grubber, and as jealous as all his lame children, who are not willing to work for what they have, or see that what talents and gifts my family has, should be divided up, profits, credits, honors, resumes, in a fashion that resembles socialism or communism, the greatest amount of good for the greatest amount of people . . . with the exception of the very people who achieved the success, being somehow looked at as government property, family or church property with no lines of demarcation between the haves, us, and the have nots, them!

This group bought off on the science model of life, evolution, survival of the species, Darwinism, and have acted in a Godless way, going mostly on the newer version of the golden rule . . . or the fittest, who can steal, lie, cheat, kill, destroy, and get the gold, rule!  This philosophy is in direct opposition when juxtaposed next to the old fashioned Golden Rule . . . do unto others as you would have them do to you!  Those members of the first class, have no concept of honest efforts, just, if you can take it, take it, much like a lion or bear, steals from the jackle or the wolf, who top the later animals on the food chain, so all is well in the animal kingdom, but man, is distinguished from beast by one thing, that they can think, reason, and control, their primitive urges, higher animals, if we must, being created in the image of God, male and female, created he them!

The Constitutional Law Attorney vs. The Patriot Act & Cops

There seems to be much evidence that, this group of clown ass idiots, who say they believe in science, are more than willing to ignore science, or their own philosophy, and want to somehow extract DNA, or pretend that it doesn't exist, in favor of deciding whom they feel if the most fit mother, father, spouse, taking only their own fucked up notions of life, as the law, god, superior, and right.  Not one of these assholes, would take their own children over mine . . . however, they would deem me unfit?  REALLY, I raised the children you all want to claim as your own?  Does this make sense? Fuck NO!

These would even be so stupid to take someone like Shelley, who had a son, Elliot's cousin, who even had more of a chance of becoming a great guitarist, but for laziness, had a father who was playing in bands since the time, Donald Anderson, Shelley's first husband, met . . . Don is not even sure that Isaac is his, but that doesn't seem to matter, who gave birth, or who sired a child, it is the collective of cops, that will decide who is worthy of parenthood, even if their kids turned out like shit!  It is that survival of the fittest, not the parent of a true and loving God, who in all his/her wisdom saw fit to place that child in the home that would maximize that child's growth, creating challenges and blessings alike, hoping for the best outcome, and a great life, if all goes well.  I fucking raised my children, smart, right, responsibly, honorably, and without the help of the fucking Southwick family, nor the church, nor some asshole CIA agent!

I had a dream the other night, that took me back a bit . . . me and Richard Clifton Secrist, were sitting together in a car, and we leaned over and kissed each other!  The interesting and strange thing was, that there was like a fuzzy screen, like you would see on a movie, or in an interview, that blocked the kiss, but it was clear who the two were, prior to the kiss, that was the only thing blocked from view, perhaps, showing that we both are grateful to the other parent, for the amazing children we had, raised, supported, taught, sustained and whatever . . . we sure as hell, were not, helicopter parents, and we gave our kids a ton of freedom, to make their own mistakes, but to take credit for their own triumphs!  I think as we get older, we will see the children, now adults blossom into far more than either of us, could ever have predicted or imagined, and both of us, thanks the other, as we always have, for the unique contribution the other spouse made int his joint effort!

Hi, My Name is JoAnn Too, My Birthday is November 7, 1954--Kay's Birth Date!

I was in McDonald's, on 7th East in Salt Lake City, a few years ago, while Elliot was living at 1510 Hawks Court, on a street that was originally a polygamist hideout, but had now become a musician's paradise, with many bands, either coming from that area, or being able to try their music on other music loving residence, with Jimmy, the self-appointed mayor of the street, being an old, Van Halen roadie, and cool, old hippie, who could relate to all the musicians, having once played in a band himself . . . plus he always let me crash on his couch and take a shower, when I was cramping El's style, crashing at his house, or in his room!  LOL!

But, this particular day, while at McD's, eating oatmeal, and drinking Diet Coke, some woman, sat down near me, and struck up a conversation with me, having her grandchild with her . . . my name is JoAnn, what is yours . . . my name is JoAnn, also, but comparing birthdays, we had different ones, even though we were born the same year, 1954 . . . but the thing that struck me as strange, given the situation, with Kay taking my place, not only with Brett, but in my family, was the woman's birthday, because, Kay and I had been friends since 7th grade, so I knew when her birthday was . . . and with this you are me, and I am you, with no distinction between me and you, for we are one, total bull shit, justifying this theft of my life, my family, my husband, my resume, my career that was far better than hers from the get go, I started to wonder what this chick was up to?

At one point, she told me I needed to just give up, surrender who I was, what I believed in, what my goals were, and let the past go, this anger, the rage at what I thought was going on with my son's music, and all. And, that I should know, that she was my biggest fan, that she admired me, looked up to me, and so forth . . . what the fuck, she didn't know me, so was she Kay's messenger?  One of the reasons I love the Constitution so much is that it protects private property rights, including your body, with a right to privacy, equal protection and due process and compensation if there is a taking, which this surely was, not only of my life, but of my son's, and this fucking bitch wanted me to believe in her new age bull shit?  She told me, that if I gave up all that I was fighting for, I could be more than I ever imagined!  And is was so wonderful, that I would be given prestige, glory, honor, way beyond what I thought possible . . . REALLY?

She Gave Me Some Book, Called, Something Like . . . The Calm Behind the Storm

Brett belonged to the Unitarian Church, and said they drank coffee and held hands, singing Cumbiya (spelling?), so this smacked of his stench, and Kay, could be persuaded into the same, new age junk, if she could be me, rather than her loser, self!  I had her beat out of the shoot, as an assistant attorney general, a professor, with my own company, and writing programs for the elderly online . . . she was an ambulance chaser, and a bad one at that!  She was going $10,000 in debt per month, when she allegedly had me and Brett to her house . . . Shelley was not much better!  So, I am sure, this Devil & Danial Webster Deal was something that would interest them, but not me!

I hated the book, hated the ideas, the philosophy, the stories, the stupid idea of erasing the lines, becoming the same, in and through each other, under, above, sex with anyone, and all this total cock ass shit!  But it totally reminded me of Shelley, Jerry, Brett, Kay and this fruitcake!  I took the book over to her, and told her exactly what I thought of the book.  And she tried to explain the mess that seemed apparent to me, and so clear, there was nothing she could say to change the clear message, that I couldn't buy, if I had a lobotomy! As I refused to listen to her more, nor keep the book, and started to get pissed off, a sudden freak storm came up, blew tree branches, and leaves all over the place, lightning and thunder crashed the calm skies, in a thrash of to me, God's anger, and a sign to me, that he didn't like this stuff, any more than I did!

I never saw this chick again, thank goodness . . . I couldn't stand her, nor her type, and hated that thought that any of these pirates, would even think I wanted to be their idol, justifying their taking my life, and claiming it as theirs, and anyone who was dumb enough to even get their brain around this chaos, was crazy, just like the messenger who brought his cockamamie story to me, with the old hippie, mantras of free love, being one with nature, open relationships, swinging, and I am sure the polygamy was included, but it doesn't matter who you are with, because your husband is my husband, and your body is my body, lame crap!  And really shocking to the rational mind, especially, one so into justice, freedom, liberty and fairness, as me, fighting for individual rights, rights to privacy, property rights and protections, the right to determine your own reproductive decisions, roles and responsibilities as parents, to discipline and train your children, within an ordered society, not with the state being seen as better than the parents, raising children!  You can see where this is going to justify, stealing even my own children and grandchildren! 

Trouble With the Curve . . . Needed to Infiltrate, Win Over, Indoctrinate

Now, Dallas, George and Kat, were already in our family by this time, or at least looking like they were here to stay, and Rachel, Elliot's girlfriend, was a keeper, except that I didn't like the fact that she didn't want children, but, the swingers, the new agers, the socialists and communists, the Darwinists and string theorists, or the scientists, knew they were going to have trouble with me, and I was not going along with Kay, Shelley, Rachel, Sue, Tiff, Marcie, Kelley or anyone stepping into my shoes, so the in-laws were key players in this fraud, and the choice for the mother of the family . . . Dallas and I had already had our challenges, Kat too, George just stayed clear of me, especially when I started practicing law, kicked ass right out of the shoot, and had a great practice, house, truck and income, way fast, shockingly fast!

Mother-in-law, was a new force to deal with, all the in-laws had met me when I was a victim of government poisoning, except maybe the new, Katerina, but the old one had been government free and a true love of my son, Chris, so there is added anger there for taking out a truly beautiful girl, even though the new Kat is a match, almost perfect, with the exception of her attitude that is much too Americanized, to be the real Bulgaria, an American, through and through, and that was really apparent, one night.  Dallas was an ass from the first, George was back east, but he teamed with Sue and Kevin Schmidt, right off the get go, just like this had been planned from the first, grand kids and all.  I remember Sue, who didn't have any grand kids, yet, without humor or joking, when I asked her, when she was going to get grand kids, and she said, I am keeping Yuri and Gracie, as my own grand kids . . . and I said, no you are not!  Get your own!

Apparently the writing was on the wall back then, the plan, the scheme, the cold play, the intent, since George and Nicole, had moved in with Sue and Kevin, for awhile, when they were first married, and really were close to them, during the time I was taken out of commission, and Sue had always been jealous of me, from birth on, always in my shadow, so this was a dream come true, pay back for all the hurt, I never even knew, she felt, but I did get a glance when Mark and Marcie got married!  In front of a group of my friends from high school, at Mark and Marcie's wedding, she took that time to denigrate me, and elevate Marcie--WHAT?  This was the first time I ever knew she felt like this?  I thought we talked it out, but I guess old wounds, unintentional as they were, die hard, especially, when the sister you hated most, not only had the great kids, was an attorney, and now beat you to having grand kids, and you really liked both of my son-in-laws, to want them for your own, even after they married the little Mormon missionary types, you yourself raised your sons to be like!

I Took on the Self-Righteous Sisters, Marcie and Sue--Unanimous Win at the Utah Supreme Court, Stepped in to Help Rachel, who was now, Not Following the Program!

I will never forget the pain, Sue and Marcie, inflicted on one of their own, Rachel, one of the buddies who traveled the earth with the two other girls, played cards, shopped, exchanged Christmas presents, etc., while I sat on the side lines, withdrawing, due to lack of interest.  But even when I got the alleged PIX, these sister never once called to see how I was doing, and they summarily trashed Rachel, her new husband, but said they would help her children, which they never did! A lot of good all those church meetings and family home evenings did!  LOL!  Marcie even had a private investigator do a background check on Rachel's new husband, finding a Kay Mooseman, with the same birthday, name, and age, but not Kay, and blasted the criminal record of the wrong person all over the family, only to be corrected and reprimanded by myself!

These two church ladies, are the most miserable women, who have had everything handed to them, houses, money, cars, kid's college, travel, and whatever, without lifting a finger to work outside the home!  So, one day, they showed up in  St. George, I said hi, neither one responded, but scurried out of the house, as I just told my dad, about my win at the Utah Supreme Court, not given an rat's ass about the two, very marginally important sisters, whom I hadn't had contact with for years, who seemed as upset as my farther that I was back to myself, kicking the shit out of them in every area of life, including grand kids and kids, not to mention the law!  Sue always wanted to go to law school . . . she was the alleged smart one, I was the pretty one, and so forth, so for me to cut into her territory, the brain area, was heresy!  LOL!

I can beat all my sisters, brother, parents, in-laws, with my brain tied behind my back!  Test them out, see if they can write on blog, without stealing mine!  LOL!  There is nothing I can't beat them at, so the defeats need to be orchestrated, organized, created, programmed, conspired, colluded, and do in a wholesale team effort, and even then, they have a hard time beating me!  I am happy, and they just simply are not!  Sue was complaining to dad that her lawn was burning up, so I very helpfully, said, go ask Matt, Rachel's son, and Ty, Shelley's son, how they fertilized my lawn, the greenest and nicest lawn on Sugar Leo Road.  I was just trying to be helpful . . . as the two dumped their purses and such in the trunk of Marcie's Mercedes, one of the housewives said, that is not your house, Jo.

Oh, really, referring to Rachel's house . . . and who bought your home?  You didn't earn that money either! LOL!  Rachel's house was going in forclosure, she said her and Chris Hickey never should have had it, it was a house of cards, but at least I made it into what people called a mansion, a castle, a palace or a museum, with the touch of the master's hand, I can decorate too!  LOL!  They hate me for simply being me!  I love it!  And so do my in-laws!  And a blog, that just got 17 million results in less than a minute today, that too is a source of jealousy, as is everything I do, from beautiful daughters and sons, talented, and great grand kids, all I can say, is envy will kill!

I Am Sure, Less Threatening Mother-in-Laws Are Valued

Sue, always wanted to be my big sister, she looks about 20 years older now, in fact, Dallas and George look older than the guys I like . . . cougar in every sense of the word!  LOL!  Both son-in-laws are about 13 years younger than I am, and about 8 years older than my daughters, so the clearly older, doesn't apply, but, hell Sue, looks ancient and so does Shelley, Rachel is getting there, now Tiffany, who is 14 years younger than myself, needs to be my double, the others are looking too old, Kay is frail, and weak, symbolic!  So, there is good reason, for balking at my leadership in a family, I was more successful in two years, than Dallas even has been in his life, George is better, but whatever, I am not in competition with them . . . I just wish Dallas would get a job!  He is competing for trophy wife of the year!  LOL!  

I hope Greta cans his ass, and goes for some guy who is more worthy of her, will work for her, instead of taking care of an overgrown child, Sue can have him!  Take George too, Kat is available, also . . . these three are just lucky to have great genes in their children, brains, beauty, and good natures.  I would not blame any of my children for getting rid of all of them . . . a set up from the first, because, lame ass guys like Frank aka Allan, Brett, Jack or John, Michael, all have shit for kids, but the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree! So they all see my children, and want to claim them as their own, and they want to separate them from me, as a payback . . . one woman can not, in this socialistic, communistic world these guys are going for, that I should have so much success, so they are going to strip me of all of it, and go for the heart!

I fucking know my children . . . it may appear for a while, they are with you, but I would beware of the double, double, playing with you, until you trust them, then slit your scrawny necks, shriveled and lacking!

I Detected Sadness in Greta's Voice--Better Hide Those Small Balls Dallas, I Promised You in the Past, That I Would Take Everything that is Dear to You, and That was not a Threat, but a PROMISE!

I know, you have planned on making Greta support your sorry ass, so, when she decides to can it, kick it, or give it to Sarah, Sue's bitch, you will get the kids, and I am here to tell you, that Daddy Gerry's attorneys don't scare me one bit, just like that lame ass, Aaron Prisby, who can't even get a complaint written in a fucking year . . . I could have kicked that out in a fucking day, he doesn't know his stuff, your mother-in-law was listed as #2 in the nation, in civil right defense, and should have been number one!  Gerry Spence has just been working on it for 40 years!  LOL!  His cases involve one, maybe two defendants, and a sheriff, jail and an assault, not the whole damn state of Utah, and about 5 attorneys, up to and including the AG!

Like is attracted to like . . . losers!  Good luck. And George, I am watching that house . . . seemed to sell, after I ratted you out, with Meggie, the nanny constitutional law attorney, Sue is vicariously living through, LOL!  Scared?  But, figured the storm with mama bear has passed, think again!  Meggie is so not even in Nicole's class, she is in the T&A class, as is Sarah, but I would put her up against Nicole, and Sarah against Greta any day . . . you want your cake and eat it too, fuck off!  You are in the same category as Dallas, a fake ass fraud, government issue, cheap shit, and I would bank on Nicole any day, and soon, they will have hips to match the sagging boobs.  Remember, Mom Schmidt, had a breast reduction, and her nipple stuck to the docs shoe, as she willingly took those honking tits off . . . think that one through!  And Kat, if you think trapping Chris, once by going camping to get him to marry you, won't last a lifetime or a marriage, as if you fraud, is working, while he is going camping with Elliot and his girlfriend, jealous as hell for a girl who loves the outdoors as much as he does!  Montana is calling him and he will leave your boring ass!

My kids are all too good for you fuckers, take your government, lying asses, and get the fuck out of my family . . . you can have the fucking sorry, Southwick losers . . . you have to fight to hold me and my kids down, and you haven't succeeded, you have to promote and cheat to put the rest of the family freaks up on a pedestals they can't stay on, and never have.  You lost the great family, in-laws, spouses, and you get the second hand shit, the doubles, can't make it on their own, without tons of help!  LOL!

YES, I AM THE MOTHER-IN-LAW FROM HELL, AND YOU HAVE ONLY STARTED TO SEE WHAT I WILL, CAN AND WANT TO DO TO YOU, IF YOU HURT MY KIDS, OR GRAND KIDS!  AT LEAST 18 MILLION JUST HEARD WHAT ASSES YOU ARE!  LOL!  AND HAVE A GREAT LIFE!