SUPER HEROES OR SUPER VILLAINS, CASSY'S PERKY PERKS, STUMPED BY KARI DELL--SHELBY PROMOTER, HOMESPUN ANALYSIS ON CANDIDATES FOR U.S. HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES AND SENATE--KEEPING THEM HONEST . . . THE FIGHT THAT RUINED A TOWN OR THE FIGHT THAT MADE A TOWN, ONLY HISTORY WILL TELL THE REAL STORY! PROJECT EARLY EDGE, GOVERNOR BULLOCK, STUMPING THE STATE PROMOTING EARLY EDUCATION FOR PRE-KINDERGARTEN KIDS, FROM A HUMAN DEVELOPMENT STANDPOINT, WORKING MOTHERS, AND PERSONALITY CHARACTERISTICS, FORMED BY THE TIME KIDS ARE 5, AS IS THE CASE WITH SO MUCH KNOWLEDGE, SO IT MAKES SENSE--WHETHER STARTING YOUNG AT HOME OR IN FORMAL SCHOOL SETTINGS. MAKE IT GREAT, GREAT FALLS WELDING CLASS, MAKING BUSINESS ON HITCH COVERS, RIVAL HIGH SCHOOL HITCH COVERS, PROFIT SHARING, BUSINESS PLAN, MONEY MAKER, YOUNG MOVERS & SHAKERS! CREATE & INNOVATE! YAHOO, NATIONAL DEFICIT DOWN! CELEBRATE, KEEP IT GOING DOWN! THANKS PREZ., BUSINESS LEADERS, AND WHOMEVER!

The Cow That Got Its Tail Cut Off

Waking up to a delightful morning in beautiful, Shelby, Montana, and I am not being facetious because I am an early riser, like being up and on top of my day, as early as possible . . . after a great night sleep at the Glacier Motel & RV, being woken up by an army of railroad trucks, flashing lights, bull horn--I thought it was the cops, how is that for post traumatic stress syndrome, being arrested twice without merit, after I put my room number and where I was staying in Shelby, in yesterday's blog, actions via, Patriot Act shit, so, as always, I error on the side of safety, having seen absolutely no activity on the tracks the day before, with a railroad truck parked, early, right in front of my door, not wherever this guys or gal was staying, noticing that while everyone else and their dog, was up and working this morning, except the person and truck, pinpointing the room I was staying in out to aerial surveillance or undercover cops across the street . . . so I just put on my clothes, ditching out, before the morning light came up, and hit breakfast at the local Subway, which is way cool, taking an old garage, and turning it into a huge ass, national chain, eating area, with great windows, going from almost the ground to the ceiling, letting in the glorious morning sunshine, fighting the wispy white clouds, eventually overcoming, and meeting the morning challenge, bringing sunlight and happy reading, of the local newspaper, to my morning, with the Shelby Promoter newspaper, just telling it like it is, featuring local events, like the Pizza Hut, customer appreciation day, with a motto, I stole, Super Heroes & Super Villains, that seemed to epitomize the different groups of people involved in the alleged Fight that Ruined a Town, one of the articles I read about the Jack Dempsey, Tommy Gibbons--Mike Gibbons was the more famous fighter, this was his kid brother, fight, here in Shelby, July 4th, 1923 . . . that was an amazing feat in and of itself, the architecturally shocking arena, seating 40,000 people, a miracle in and of itself, packed to the last seat and beyond the day of the fight, Indians in full gear, so fucking cool, and the Shelby, Amtrak Train Station, teaming with people and excitement, even though the promised support from the Northern Train Company, somehow disappeared, leaving all these people to either walk, which many did, drive their own cars, which many didn't have in those days, ride a horse, or come by carriage, with transportation, switching over at about that time.

Stumped

As for the cow that lost its tail, Ms. Dell, I would assume a local rancher, who writes down home stories of the reality of the ranch and farm life here in Shelby, and other places, with 1 out of every 5 Montanans making a living doing one or the other, tells a tale of a tail, going missing.  Dell and her husband got a call from the Toole County Sheriff's Department, calling to inform the couple that one of their cows got loose and an hysterical older woman, just hit the cow, that hit her windshield, slid right up to her face, breaking the glass, then simply rolled over into a ditch and then disappeared into the night, as I recall.  Kari's husband, like all good husbands, left Ms. Dell in bed, and went out after the bovine, or cow, finding it, standing next to a fence hear the farm, a bit agitated, and missing a tail, totally cut off in the incident, but seemingly okay.  A day in the life of a farmer or rancher, and in the life of one pissed of, hurting cow, and an senior citizen, who is likely to stay home, watching American Idol on TV, rather than brave the unlit roads of rural America! LOL!

From and attorney's perspective, I am thinking, oh, shit, liability, liability, liability . . . no small thing to hit a cow, and ranchers and farmers can be held liable for any damage to a vehicle, or personal injury, that occurs from the escape route, out of a fenced area, and a lark onto a road, where an unsuspecting driver might collide with the animal . . . those damned lawyers!  Thank God, there was no one hurt, and funny story, and an understanding older woman, who was not injured, and an insurance company, that probably plans on cows, deer, elk, wolves, mountain lions, and other wildlife in this wild part of the country, in a wild state . . . live hard, die free!  Gotta love it.  

Just a note, on how serious Crete, takes their sheep raising economy, when my daughter, Greta, was in the U.S. Navy Intel, stationed on the Island, just off the country of Greece, she told me that if you hit a local farmer or sheepherder's means of making a living, the driver is responsible for 7 generations of sheep, that might have been the offspring of that particular ewe, or I believe female sheep.  One time in Cache County, Utah, there was a butt load of sheep, that got out onto the highway, and a local radio station, that was owned by a local family, reported the incident, using the technical and scientific name for sheep, by saying the phonetic word, sounding like e . . . wees, the plural of what is pronounced, Us, we didn't know if there was some extra-terrestrials, aliens, that had landed on the road, what the hell is an e . . . weeeee?  Finally, these city chicks figured out what the announcer was reporting as blocking the road!  LOL!

To Me, the Fight That Made Shelby!

Our Dempsey-Gibbons Fight collection of memorabilia is the largest known.  Among the interesting items are a model of the arena and a pair of Tommy Gibbons' gloves, as well as dozens of photos and other artifacts.

With a population thought to be around 500, Shelby hosted the 1923 World Heavyweight prize fight.  A wooden arena to accommodate 40,000 people was built n what is now the west end of town.  The fight went 15 rounds with Jack Dempsey winning by a decision.  The fascinating story unfolds through actual documents and photos.

This quote comes from the Marias Museum brochure I picked up at the Glacier Motel & RV Park, office which serves as a distribution place for tons of free travel and information magazines, brochures, maps, etc., which is great, and is a great idea for small towns, since, generally, motels are frequented by out of townees, but not always, get my mind out of the gutter, or on wishful thinking, LOL.  I first heard, briefly, about the fight and Shelby, by a volunteer from the National Park Service, going to D.C., by Amtrak Train, last May, 2013, and didn't quit get the story, but I was curious enough to come back, to see of what I heard, about this small town, who sponsored a World Champion, Heavy Weight Boxing Championship, that I thought, I must have heard this wrong, here?  Yes, right here in river city!  Out in the middle of now, where, but on the train tracks, therefore, accessible to the whole U.S.A.!  A great asset; however, it sounds like the trains, who promised these local business men, mayor and other brave and ambition souls, wanting to build their town, around an oil and gas boom, that ended a year after the fight, to me, pulled off the publicity stunt of the century, and I just tracked down the book, I skimmed, two weeks ago, when I was here, THE FIGHT THAT WON'T STAY DEAD, by James W. ("Body") Johnson, . . . A colorful and factual story of the championship fight that continues to make sports history!

Last night, at around midnight, after getting out a late afternoon blog, I got on the Internet, easily, to look up the fight, to see what sources, and understanding I could get off the web.  There was a 5 part series of videos, that showed the whole fight . . . absolutely amazing, in size of attendance, whether people paid or not!  If you want to determine the success of the venture, from a business stand point, it was a disaster, the Body Johnson, father and son, promoter team, idea guys, along with the mayor, paid dearly, financially, four banks went bankrupt, the lumber company was never paid for the lumber to build the great facility, the arena, and Shelby was allegedly seen as the laughing stock of the country . . . WHY?

Johnsons, Father & Son Team, the Mayor, Lumber Company & Dempsey, Where Super Heroes . . . Jack Kearns, the Railroad, Villains!  

To me, the very fact they, these small town boys, with tons of vision, love of the township, pulled this thing off, with only 500 people in the town, with little money, dealing with the sharks and barracuda's of the day, the allegedly famous, himself, Jack Kearns, referred to as a con artist, a desperado, and a swindler . . . was lucky to get out of town, before getting hung on a rope!  Kearns had connections with Salt Lake City, and New York, which is where the Johnsons went to broker the deal for the fight, wearing cowboy hats, spurs, and all the regalia of a Montana cowboy, sliding a saddle bag filled with the first of a three part payment, of $100,000, the first installment, and sealing the deal, or so they thought, these country bumpkins, who agreed to pay, Dempsey, who would have fought for free, after a two year hiatus, with manager, Kearns, thinking they could take all this money and split it between manager and fighter, which seemed to end up the case, with Dempsey, going forward with the fight, just because he was dying to get into the ring again, or the shyster, his manager, was going to take two of the payments, then call of the fight, $200,000 richer, without any work, sounds like the American Greed Mentality . . . dog eat, dog, fuck the little guy, that this country was actually, kind of founded on!

If you look at the motives and intent, the local boys were just attempting a publicity stunt, to build the local economy and feature the town of Shelby . . . the mayor was all about promoting his town, so to say; the lumber company, in good faith, thinking it would get repaid, and increase business, gave the lumber for the arena on a line of credit, I would imagine, and Dempsey, just wanted to fight, with a two year lay over, and dry spell . . . thank God, he wanted to fight, after all that trouble, commitment, and energy, the town of Shelby put out for the boxing match.  I can't say the same for the guys on the other side, the super villain side of this whole, fun, outlandish, but awesomely gutsy venture by the local boys, with, I would say, pretty pure motives, probably thinking they would make a dime or two long the way.  Just this morning in the Great Falls Tribune, the term, vulture capitalists came up . . . that about describes Kearns, who didn't put up a dime of his own, just got Dempsey to Shelby, absconded on about $280,000 for a day or weeks work!  Then ditching out of town, before the other local boys hung him from the nearest tree.

By Today's Inflationary Standards, Tickets Were $250 & Kearns Made $1.2 Million

I am not a mathmatition, nor an economist, but I think that given the difference in the worth of a dollar back them, and now, with the original ticket price being $50.00, and the agreed upon pay off to get Kearns to bring his boy, Dempsey to fight, almost backing out after the railroad, reneged on their promise to bring special scheduled trains in for the fight, but at the last minute cancelled, with Molumby and the other local talent, wanting Kearns to wait until the ticket sales came in to make the final payment on the $300,000 incentive package to get the boxers to come to this remote location, which would not have been a problem, had the trains agreed to carry through on their end of the deal with transportation being a real issue . . . and I wonder why there is an army of train workers, not only outside my motel room door, but across the street, when they were not there yesterday, how did they know what I was going to write about today?  Were they in on the deal with Kearns, got bribed to with hold transportation services to the event?  Something seems beyond coincidence . . . I passed the Sherlock Motel today, after leaving Cassy's Perky Perks, where I started this blog hours ago, and I heard one of the gals, just casually tell someone, yeah, the lady is here, or something to that affect.

Yesterday, in my blog, I mentioned that I was going to get to the bottom of the Kearns deal, what he was up to, what he actually did, how much he really got, and for doing what, and why he would fuck the local boys who put so much into the fight, not to mention, having the attention, not only of the boxing world, but of the world press of the time . . . with airplanes, blimps, and reporters from across the country following the fight, Why?  Now Kearns was from New York, and had connections in Salt Lake City, was a big shot, and a public draw in and of himself, and people came to see him as much as his boy, Dempsey, this was a really big deal, back in the day, and would be today, as well.  He probably had connections with the Copper Kings, who ruled the legislature, the courts, and purchased politicians at will, going for the highest price. There may have been this attitude in that day, that the state of Montana was there for the taking, the natural resources that made millionaires and billionaires, fortunes, with businesses and vulture capitalists, raping the land, using the work force, and then up and taking the money and running, leaving the modest, hard working people of Montana being economically exploited, towns ruined, and poverty stricken . . . was this a model that had been in place for a hundred years in Montana?  Darwinian survival of the fittest, the model for modern day capitalists, the pattern for American Greed!

Not Doing This to Make Money, But to Make History

This was a statement made in an interview with New Order, a British band, with purer than most American band, motives . . . when asked if they had made a lot of money, Bernard Sumners, made this statement, that they never made much money, and they didn't make their music to make money, but they did write their music to make history!  My son, kind of had a similar approach to his music, after winning Hard Rock Band of 2008, Magnet Magazine, with my suspicions that their band's nationwide tour, after getting three worldwide music magazine interviews, with music critics telling readers to not even finish reading this article, and go get a copy of God's Revolver, new CD, Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider?  Every interview I read at the time was a stellar review of the creative and original music, that dared any music magazine or writer to put them in a category, going from hard rock, to southern rock, to heavy metal, to emo, jazz, to whatever, totally rockin' stuff.  I couldn't believe this was my son's band?  So fucking awesome, and I am addicted!  His new CD, that came out, in 2011, and never was even named, and just up and disappeared, after a record deal with Sony's, Translation Lost, only heightening my suspicions that the music was being pirated, had gone underground, with me, recently tracking down, Underground Revolver, in BC or Canada, a music laundering entity . . .

When I tried to get my son to go big time, he always thought, as Jim Morrison, of the Doors, that would be selling out, with fights in the band, about the natural course the band or bands should take . . . I pictured large music, like his, loud, rowdy, raucous and wild, being blasted in open arenas, rather than in backyards, cottage concerts, and dingy bars.  Fame and money didn't seem to be the motives, or the intent of the band, just simply, just the fucking love of making music!  I understood, my motives and intents in my cases, with clients making the damages amounts, shocking me, but willing to take it for the principles, the re-establishment of constitutional basics, and upholding my oath of being an officer of the court, with a long name recognition before, being poisoned, or getting an alleged terminal brain disease, that was suppose to be my demise, by 2002, with my own higher motives, being anything other than money, the win, the thrill, the game, the exposure, the thought that much more experienced attorneys, were actually paying to read my briefs, e-filed with the courts, making the ailing courts money . . . may the fresh be with you . . . got that line from Subway this morning, great new format, taking off the gloves, taking it to the face of the SEC, the state division of Securities, the Utah Attorney General, the Utah Governor and the Department of Commerce, for not checking and stopping government violation of my client's constitutional rights . . . money was never, never, never the motive! 

Shelby, You Get Bragging Rights--Street Signs Made of Gold

Just because your ancestors and the founding fathers and mothers of this town, with foresight and fortitude, didn't make money, they fucking made history!  And to me, that is far higher, far more noble, and done with pure intent, honestly, making good on their promises, carrying all the burden and risk, but having clean hearts and pure hands . . . allowing the multitudes to participate in this historic event, BE PROUD!  As I sat outside the Shelby Library, with Library, in none other than gold letters, looking at the golden leaves of the town, matching the gold street signs, I thought, this town is sitting on a literal gold mine, set out by your forefathers and mothers . . . take THE FIGHT THAT WON'T STAY DEAD, and bring it back to life, for all of us to enjoy, to reminisce, to feels nostalgic of a bygone era, of fun, a spirit of adventure, of reaching beyond your mortal minds, creating and innovating, bringing about memories of that Spirit of Americana, that era of the golden age of opportunity, better to have tried and failed, than never to have tried at all . . . 

Welcome to Opportunities Inc., Head Start

As the Library closed, only open in the mornings on Thursday, for kids, story time, and I had to leave for two hours, something big city lawyers, and citizens, never have to do, but loving the small town libraries for the feelings of warmth, the cozy atmosphere, the down home staff, who are willing and excited to share stories of the town with you, as well as secrets that have been buried for years, to help unveil the event that can make Shelby all that the really good old boys, say back in the day, bring prosperity to you and your posterity, here in this dusty Montana town.  These types of stories are what makes people great, towns great, the pioneering spirit great, and fun for everyone.  Capitalize on this fun time in the history of your town, teach your children about it, just this morning, assuming every person in the town, especially locals, would know about the Dempsey fight, the Batista or the coffee maker, or in my case, the hot chocolate maker, didn't know a thing about the fight!  What, as Governor Bullock, is stumping around the state, gathering support for early childhood education, trying to follow President Obama's challenge to get the kids young and literally get an early edge, making a market of brainy kids who can compete with China, Japan, Germany and other up and coming countries in this high tech world of ours, we need not forget our past, our roots, and our histories, vying for that vulture capitalism, losing our souls if you will, not that a kindergartner is thinking that, nor the Gov . . . but, ignite those minds, don't just fill the vessels.

That reminds me of why I have such hope for the future, there was an article in the Great Falls Tribune, of a group of high school kids in GFs, who are capitalizing and coming up with a new small business adventure, using their skills, working in a welding class, with the help of teachers and staff, who are starting a business, making hitch covers, that promote local rival high school mascots and names!  I know what a trailer hitch is, but I had to ask the Main Street Convenience store clerk what exactly a hitch cover was, he just agreed with what I thought it was or is.  I am not sure how that works, but the kids are making them, and working out business plans, and getting ready to do profit sharing, with those students who put in the most work on the business model, product, plan, promo, and selling, wow, how cool is that, America!  May the fresh be with you!

Hop on Over & Scratch . . . Time to Go!  Have a Great Americana Day, History in the Making!  Good News, Deficit Spending Down, Give the Prez. Some Long Overdue Credit!

FIRE FOR FIRE . . . LAWLESS, MOVIE ABOUT THE FRANKLIN COUNTY, VIRGINIA, MOONSHINE OR WHISKEY REBELLION, WHERE OUTLAWS BECAME LEGENDS, BECAUSE LAW ENFORCEMENT & COUNTY ATTORNEYS WERE SO BRUTAL & CORRUPT, WAR ON LIQUOR, MUCH LIKE WAR ON DRUGS OF TODAY, WAS PROHIBITED, THE MANUFACTURE, SALE, OR TRANSPORT OF INTOXICATING LIQUORS, WERE PROHIBITED, EVEN FROM EXPORTATION, WITHIN THE U.S., BUT THE 18TH AMENDMENT WAS PROPOSED IN 1917, RATIFIED, JANUARY 16, 1919. IT WAS REPEALED BY THE 21ST AMENDMENT ON DECEMBER 5, 1933, LIFTING PROHIBITION--SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO GO TO WAR TO GET TO PEACE! GOOD FLICK! BACK IN CENTRAL MONTANA, THE HEART OF THE BIG SKY . . . BACK FOR A WEEK, TO SINK MY TEETH INTO THE WILD ASS HEAVY WEIGHT BOXING MATCH--RESEARCH, ARCHIVES, OLD NEWS HEADLINES FROM AROUND THE WORLD--THE FIGHT THAT WON'T STOP, HELD IN SHELBY, MONTANA, JULY 4, 1923; SHELBY, MYSELF & SON'S BAND, GOD'S REVOLVER, ALL HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON . . . WE ALL GOT SCREWED BY SMARMY, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH, CITY SLICKERS, WHO LET US DO ALL THE WORK, THEN TOOK THE CREDIT, THE MONEY AND RAN! DID THE PROCEEDS FROM THE DEMPSEY VS. GIBBONS FIGHT, THE TICKET SALES OF THE ROUGHLY 8,000 PLUS, GET ABSCONDED, USED TO BUILD THE KEARNS BUILDING IN SLC, UTAH? I'M GOING TO FIND OUT, AND HOPEFULLY I CAN BRING OUT A SPOTLIGHT ON THE TOWN & HIGHLIGHTS OF THE FIGHT, THAT MIGHT LEAD TO THE FRUITION OF SOME IDEAS I HAVE, IF THE MAYOR AND TOWN GO ALONG WITH THEM, FOR A CELEBRATION AND FOR A REMATCH, KICKING UP SOME DIRT ON THE GLORY DAYS IN SHELBY: (1) 4TH OF JULY BOXING MATCH, OF CURRENT CHAMPS; (2) PARADE TO CELEBRATE INDEPENDENCE DAY, WITH ALL SURROUNDING TOWNS JOINING; (3) BIG ASS POW WOW--INDIANS WERE CAMPED OUT IN TEE PEES, WATCHING--GET IN THE ACTION THIS TIME; (4) ROCK CONCERT FROM GOD'S REVOLVER, LITTLE BLACK HORSE WHERE ARE YOU GOING WITH YOUR DEAD RIDER? . . . ROCK IN, ROWDY, RAW, RELEVANT MUSIC, WITH SIMILAR HISTORY, ROCK THIS TOWN & GUESTS, WITH TRUE GRIT, FORTITUDE, INNOVATION OF THE FOUNDING FATHERS & MOTHERS BACK IN 1923, AND (5) RECOUP SOME OF THE FAME, THE MONEY, AND NOTORIETY OF THE EARLIER MATCH, BRINGING TOURISTS, NEW INCOME, FOCUS ON A TOWN WITH GREAT HISTORY AND JUST 67 MILES FROM EAST GLACIER! FUN, FUN, FUN! JUST DREAMIN' . . . CITY LIBRARIAN WAS RECENTLY CONTACTED BY NEWSPAPER IN CHICAGO, WANTING TO EXCHANGE INFORMATION, STILL COOL! BOXING LEGENDS HAVE WALKED THE STREETS OF SHELBY! HOT AIR BALLOONS MIGHT BE COOL TOO!

Outlaw Legends

In the movie, Lawless, there were three brothers, who were shot, smashed in the faces with rifle butts, throat slit, friends murdered, raided, distilleries blow to kingdom come, taunted, threatened, intimidated, and marauded by law enforcement and their attorneys, working to stamp out moonshine making, sales and transport, while partaking of the intoxicating liquors themselves, killing relentlessly, with all the power of the law and authority, in a brutal reign of terror.  The brothers got legend status, because they seemed to be invincible, beyond death, bullet riddled and almost dead, coming back to life two weeks later, one finally fell through the ice, while drinking and dancing on the edge of a pond, ironically, after being near dead so many times by serious and fatal injuries, he died of pneumonia!  The legend of gentleman and classy bank robber, Jesse James, train robber, who haunted law enforcement for years, with a respectable wife and family, was finally shot in the back by an associate, he trusted, while hanging a picture for his wife, in their front room!  

Eight-hundred thousand people came to show their respects to the outlaw, more than came to mourn at the deaths and caskets of United States Presidents, of the day . . . with the shooter, dying in shame, hatred, and disdain . . . there are just some things that are so magical, fascinating, the stuff of myth and folklore, much like Butch Cassidy, with festivals all over the state of Utah, no prophet of the Mormon church sees the likes of that, nor ever will.  There is a legend bear, called Old Ephraim, who terrorized sheep herders and cattle ranchers for tens of years, marked by a paw missing one toe, standing over 11 feet tall, on two feet, almost double the size of an average man, and having a skull, that is a fourth larger than any other bear of record, and claimed to have slaughtered 150 sheep in a single evening, leaving the carnage, a few eaten, in a rampage of horror, for weary herders.

However, the man, who was actually tracking the bear, with his dog and horse, was stunned by the old legend, one day, while drinking out of a stream of water, when the dog went ape shit, and the man barely turning in time to grab his firearm from his saddle on his horse, and blasting the bear with the full barrel of rounds, out of his rifle.  His daughter, said that her father, regretted killing the bear, for the rest of his 60 years on earth.  There are some things, that just are so awesome, beyond the normal, that killing, catching, jailing, or ending the fight, is almost more of a tragedy than the other way around.  I think that the Dempsey, Gibbons fight, falls into this category of events, that not only changes history, but carries a fascination forever, capturing the imagination of the public, to time immemorial.  At least, it does that for me . . .

Bring the Legends on Home

The skull of Old Ephraim, used to sit in the Smithsonian Museum, in Washington, D.C., I am sure, originally, with the idea, that many more people would get to see the huge bear skeleton, and I am sure they did, but they never had a hometown connection with the story, the folklore, the history, as did the people of northern Utah and Idaho.  So, just recently, some local people took the skull back to Montpelier, Idaho, or to the Bridgerland Museum, that sits on the border between two states, Utah and Idaho, at the edge of Bear Lake, where a Loch Ness--like, Monster, swims the Lake that, as I recall, scientists, have never found the bottom to it.  Or Big Foot, who allegedly roams the forests of Washington state . . . fun stuff!  My grand kids, would rather have me tell them about the legend bear, than open their Christmas presents, or they used to!  A young mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to ignite!  That quote is written on the walls of the young adult section of the Great Falls Library, love it.

Last week, while I was taking the shuttle from Shelby to Kalispell, I happened to mention the famous, Dempsey vs. Gibbons, heavy weight boxing match, held back in the day, July 4th, 1923, and this guy, who was actually raised in Shelby, didn't know anything about it, graduated from high school, with graduating class sizes shrinking from about 80, when this guy about my age, graduated, to the current class size, of 23, this year!  If we want to keep our young people in small towns, we need to have a thriving economy, bring either service jobs, for tourists, or build up area industry, capitalizing on the Amtrak Station, and rail road, that passes right through Shelby, on its way to Glacier National Park, with record numbers, this year!  Many towns are made, by some simple thing like a huge ball of string, or a Corn Palace, in some small town, in South Dakota, that me and 4 teenage boys, in route to a 17 day trip across country, just happened to get lucky enough to hear an ad on the local radio, bringing the hometown treasure of literally, a Taj Mahal, made of white, yellow, purple and black corn!  The boys, ages, 14 to 17 years of age, didn't want to stop, but I couldn't get them out of the large auditorium looking interior, with everything from candles, to corn row wigs, with Bob Marley type hats, it is those little unique historical things, like the fight that catches the imagination of people.

Not Going to Step on Toes

This morning, as I was eating at The Griddle, having Gary's Special Omelet, there was a meeting of the good citizens, or the mayor, city council, or just a group of citizens, where were busy planning great events for the town, from Halloween, to Thanksgiving and on to Christmas.  I overheard ideas, off and on as I was reading the Great Falls, Wall Street Journal, Tribune, a shockingly good newspaper for a smaller community or counties, with sections to rival the Journal, but it sounded like there were some fun things coming up, in the next few months.  With about 9 months until the 4th of July, the day the Dempsey fight was held, there is plenty of time for the town to plan this event, that would be so awesome and would bring people from around the state, if not nation, and world travelers, could include it in their vacation plans for next year!  Someone would have to get on YouTube or MySpace, and contact, God's Revolver & Maraloka bands, who need to be out under the big blue Montana skies, that fits their music with a cowboy, horse, dog, lover's triangle themes, of pride, justification, sanctification, love, etc., passionate music that fits these here parts, so fucking well, it is crazy.  

But, Elliot, my son, the bass guitarist for both bands, will not listen to his mother!  But, most festival concert bands have to be booked at least this much in advance, plus I have bragged up Glacier, so the band, if we can get them back together, the tragedy of the whole music thieves, is they would have to convince the real band, that they rock, as much, if not more, fitting the venue even better up here, and like I tell my son, lover's triangles and the themes in their songs, are really part of the culture, in small towns!  They could actually bring both bands, with members of the one, being in the other.  A small outside stage, with huge amps, might work, and maybe, the Red Ants Pants Music Festival, could work to coordinate bands, stages, and musicians, I always think of these things, when musicians have been scheduled, early by people who are on the ball.  White Sulphur Springs, is still in central Montana, helping with both towns economies, possibly bringing some of the traffic from one to the other, capitalizing on the Glacier visitors.

Harley Davidson, Hog Rallies, Always Looking for New Music, Sites, Towns

Zion Harley Davidson Shop, in Hurricane, Utah, or between Washington City, Coral Canyon, on the way to Zion National Park, was sponsoring a nationwide, Hog Rally, and I took a copy of my son's CD to the manager, who just took out a check book and basically said, have them name their price!  Every time I mention the band's names, my numbers skyrocket, so with all these things combined, we could light this place on fire!  Most of the Harley riders, are your wealthy professionals, doctors, lawyers, retired money, who would not be a bad crowd to get here, and they would be fascinated, as I was, as the National Park Service Volunteers, giving lectures on Amtrak, as I was going to Washington, D.C., told about the fight . . . I didn't tune in, fast enough, but just the small bit I heard, has obviously captured my interest, as it will many!

The economy is picking up, and Shelby, Browning, Cut Bank, Conrad, and these towns are in a prime location to get people to become aware of the beautiful scenery and fun stuff happening here, in this part of Montana, promoting the lifestyles and allure of the country, farm, ranch life!  I have the central Montana, 2014 Travel Planner, to be found at centralmontana.com, right here in front of my face, with gorgeous pictures, fun, events, wild life, natural country living, etc., so cool, love it.

Legends Have Walked the Streets of Shelby . . . Capture the Moment in History for Generations to Come!

P.S., I am staying at a Glacier Motel & RV Park . . . right on highway 2, affordable, charming, with great artwork, old school, pictures of Indian Brave Warrior, between two buffalo, with his Chief Ancestor, super imposed on the mountain butte behind him, the other one, grandeur of a Brave dressed in traditional dress, with beautiful clouds, blue skies, prairie grass fields, majestic horse . . . love them.  All the amenities of a New York hotel room, but costing about $225 less!  The rooms have all you need, in addition, a small fridge, microwave, and the normal, great way to save some bucks, while staying here for a week.  I am in room, 116, if anyone from Kalispell is looking for me!  Cute place, I generally, leave by 7:00 a.m., and come home at around 11:00 p.m., but I have just left long enough to get some treats, to eat and drink, during the time I watched the movie, LAWLESS, you get a free movie each night you stay, and the office has all the ones I like, the genre, and more.  For those of you who do not know how to do Pay for View or Netflex . . . this is old school, like me, love it!

MONKEY GREASE: 60 MINUTE INTERVIEW WITH FBI DIRECTOR, JAMES COMEY, ON CYWATCH, WE CANNOT READ YOUR EMAILS OR LISTEN TO CALLS WITHOUT GOING TO A FEDERAL JUDGE, MAKING A SHOW OF PROBABLE CAUSE THAT YOU ARE (1) A TERRORIST; (2) AN AGENT OF A FOREIGN POWER, OR (3) A SERIOUS CRIMINAL OF SOME SORT AND GET PREMISSION FOR A LIMITED PERIOD OF TIME TO INTERCEPT THOSE COMMUNICATION. IT IS AN EXTREMELY BURDENSOME PROCESS, AND I LIKE IT THAT WAY. DEAR MR. FBI DIRECTOR, BASED ON YOUR CRITERIA FOR SURVEILLANCE ON MY PHONE, WHICH OF THE BEFORE MENTIONED CATEGORIES OF QUALIFIED INDIVIDUALS, WORTHY OF CYWATCHING AM I? YOU HAVE OVER 300 BLOGS ON THIS SITE THAT YOU CAN OFTEN KNOW EXACTLY WHERE I AM, AND WHAT I AM UP TO, SO WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE SURVEILLANCE ON THIS CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, DRONE SPYING WHEN CAMPING OUT THE OTHER NIGHT UP AT HUNGRY HORSE DAM IN MONTANA? BY WHAT PROBABLE CAUSE? AND WHY HAVEN'T MY DOUBLES, THAT MY EVEN BE AIDED AND ABETTED IN IDENTITY THEFT, WITH HELP FROM THE FBI? I WANT TO KNOW, HOW ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH, YOU COULD EVER STILL NOT KNOW, LEGITIMATELY WHO I AM, AND WHO MY MULTIPLES ARE, IF YOU ARE NOT INVOLVED? MY INTENTS, LIFE, MOTIVES, WRITINGS ARE A PURE AS THE DRIVEN SNOW! SO WHAT IS UP?

Justice Sonya Sotomayor--Face on 60 Minutes Ad

It is funny, that as I read the interview between, FBI Director, James Comey and Scott Pelley of 60 Minutes, with many questions, doubts, the need for answers, skepticism, conflict, going from wanting to believe this man, who put his job on the line, stopping something the President had wanted done, and his rejection and objection of that request, even rushing to the hospital, to get to U.S. Attorney General Ashcroft, who was on his death bed, to stop the effort, and messenger of the President, I can't help but wonder, if this is just a monkey grease job, by the government to make the public think, that this man is totally working to make sure that surveillance if done the proper way.  He talks of cywatch, as secret location, in a big warehouse, where the FBI can train many agents for multiple missions, and wondering why, as I talk on my cell phone, at times, it sounds like guys in a large warehouse are listening, with a large room, hollow walls, or cement, and an echo that is so annoying, I usually make my conversation so quick, so as not to here myself repeat what I just said, also suspecting someone is listening to my conversations.

As I was reading the 60 Minutes article and interview, I noticed a picture of Justice Sonya Sotomayor, in an ad on the side of the page, advertising a service to have access to more interviews and episodes.  The reason it caught my eye, is because at first I thought is looked like my older sister, Shelley, who has been impersonating me with great success, stealing everything for multi-milion dollar cases, high profile cases, taking credit for legislation, work on the Salish-Kootenia Water Compact, and other legislative issues, talking to elected officials, clients, friends, even places I want to rent, jobs I have applied for, claiming credit for this blog, and apparently, with the help of your FBI, or is it still former directors boys and girls, Friesh or how ever you spell his name, you know the guy who was under the Bush administration . . . 

FBI agents showed up at the Frank Moss Federal Courthouse, in Salt Lake City, Utah, on January 18, 2012, when I was blocked from my federal e-filing account, stopping me, not only from filing under my old account, which I firmly believe with Shelley having access, first in St. George, later in Parowan, to my cases and computer, with me often travelling, in court, or meeting with clients in several states, but also unable to get a new account through the federal court, to file from afar, making me take the trip to Salt Lake, come 4 hours north, only to find and FBI agent, running to the parking machine to beat me to it, and grabbing his suit coat, revealing to me his FBI badge and his gun!  

And surprise, surprise, surprise, both, to the shock of the clerk, IT people, were out of the office at the same time, which had never happened before, making it impossible for me to check on the computer glitch, which I knew all along, was not a glitch, but an orchestrated conspiracy to stop, take credit, defraud me out of not only the case, but the contingency fee, and for an alleged twin to take my place, with glee on her face, like Justice Sonya Sotomayor, who was missing from the U.S. Supreme Court, the day I was sworn in, with my double, with government help, racing to the nation's capitol, to beat me there, do a photo op, be sworn in Sunday, January 22, 2012, with the help of the secret service, FBI or CIA . . . and you expect me to fucking believe you, as you do the public, that you don't do surveillance without a court order . . . hell you broke in the U.S. Supreme Court, with a white limo waiting outside, blocking off the roads, making me move, and then from the back of the courthouse, seeing people run, this way and that, at about 9:30 to 10 p.m., committing the fraud on the court!

The happy camper, looking much like Sonya, is just beaming with pride, taking credit for all I have done, for my resume over the last 20 years, for my cases, my blogs, my life, and even my children and grandchildren, in an orchestrated, sinister, cywatching plot with me under surveillance 24/7, or under constant contact, so the FBI can know, just where, what, when, with whom and to whom, I go, talk to, write about, try to get a job with, rent an apartment, purchase a car from . . . so, you can send your fucking agents in to either bribe, cut a deal, threaten, kill in some instances, those who will not cooperate with you and the crew at the FBI, with CIA, right there by your side!  

I like Justice Sotomayor, have a connection, took 32 pages of notes during her senate confirmation in 2009, but guess what, your fucking asshole agents, since way back in 2008, started fucking with my name, telling my political friends, to take my name off my emails, with many being yanked right off my computer, while I haven't touch a key, just like having to fight to publish this blog, having two sites, if not more on the dark web or deep Internet . . . really, you got a court order, to do exactly the types of crimes, you and the FBi, are allegedly paid to STOP!  Good GOD, almighty, 7 fucking, god-damn years of your fucking surveillance, your games, your bull shit and helping Shelley, who is fucking half of the FBI and CIA, shadowing me, or you covering with your new cywatch, making it look like I am either somewhere I am not, like, the deep web, I can write from Montana, and it is bounced around to volunteer sites, and ends up with an IP address of Shelley's, or one of the other crew!

Don't Hide Behind the One Time, You Actually Did Protect Us!

So, they selected a guy, James Comey, who at least, at one point in his career, actually, was acting with a conscience, something that was rare in the Bush administration, in any agency!  One agent, or attorney, who in connected with one act of valour, and that is going to over 7 years, even since the PRISM program was in operation, I have had surveillance, if not out right plot to set me up, as a serious criminal, with Homeland Security sending criminals, acting as detained, Egyptian refuges, who want to work with me on immigration issues, claiming to be trained at law in England, but really wanting to practice and learn the American system, with the U.S. Constitution in mind, and within days of coming to my house, this fucking undercover agent, is reaping havoc around the courts, the jails, and with clients, setting up wire tapping equipment in my crawl space, and using a home computer to record history of kiddie porn, because I was representing a kiddie porn king against ICE or the Immigration Customs and Enforcement Agency!

When I threw his ass out of my house, within about 2 days, taking his shit to the federal building in St. George, dropping it off to the FBI, who then took some of his stuff, and went up to where the secret building Homeland Security was using, with the agents there, probably FBI, standing there is shock that first I knew what they were trying to do, set me up, to kill the case against ICE, but acting, i a dumb stupor, like they had just eaten a canary, with the feathers, still sticking out of their mouths!  This is such totally and utterly annoying, criminal behavior, unconstitutional as hell, and totally fucked up at BEST!

Start With Cleaning Up This Mess . . . I Have Handed You Heads On a Platter . . . You & Your Agency Has Done NOTHING, Other Then Bug the Shit, Literally Out of ME!

While I am educating the people about the very document, that you claim to have allegiance to, you or your men and women, are stealing all I do, taking blogs, parts of blogs, while blogs, or stopping me all together with your cywatch!  And when asked in the interview, if there is any surveillance, without a court order, and answering as if that is the most inane question, that the FBI is above reproach, By the FBI?  No.  We don't do surveillance without a court order . . . are you talking about the blanket court order allowing the agency, once ever 90 days, to have a FISCA or surveillance court, rubber stamp the FBI request for a warrant that allows them to get into every phone record, or computer account of the whole god-damn nation?  THAT COURT ORDER?  REALLY?

I know, that your little agency, what was it called again?  Did you say, the FBI or the Federal Bureau of Investigation, who has harassed, intimidated, threatened, followed, tracked, fraudulently conveyed my intellectual property, helping the real cyber criminal, Shelley, or Kay, Rachel is just the body double, or now Sue, the legislative double, you are the terrorists, the agents of something foreign to America, treasonists, and serious criminals, not me . . . take me to trial, televise it, so the people will know what he real, JoAnn S. Secrist is . . . not the one, married to the wonder boy, who is just stealing my work and claiming it as either his or his, alleged lay, or me, wife, Shelley, SHIT!

Get out of the spying on American gig, and go after people like the Boston Bombers, you know real threats, or your own agency is a great place to clean house, and I would start with every goddam MORMON! Which you yourself may be . . . get this right, people are PISSED, people like me had stories, dates, times, places, evidence, evidence, evidence . . . and your are blowing out your asses, or you are in on it!  I would be mortified if I was the director of just a criminal organization, one better than the American ISIS, the CIA, but criminal, none the less . . . take one blog, that is anything but trying to get this country back to the free nation we were intended to be, before the universal cry of NATIONAL SECURITY, WHEN YOU ARE NOT EVEN CONCERN ABOUT SECURING OUR OWN BORDERS!

Either a UFO or Surveillance!

I believe the night was last Thursday, is is not old stuff, this is real, relevant and raw, as you can get, and happened in the last few days . . . Thursday, John Bagby and myself, were parked up at West Shore State Park, on the Flathead Lake, just sitting watching the harvest moon rise from beyond the mountains, near Bigfork, see blog written that night, entitled, And a new star . . . when I was writing about the heavenly manifestation, or so it seemed, that night, on the Lake and as we entered Kalipsell.  But, while we were siting at the beach, parked, a vehicle, pulled up, bugging the hell out of us, with it dark, you could tell there was not room, and we had occupied the only space there really was, not even being a parking place as I can remember, just pulling up, to take a bathroom break, answer a text or two, and to our surprise, see the moon come up.  So what in the hell is this dip shit doing, pulling up behind us, then to the side of us, even seeing how narrow the space was that we were parked in . . . with both of us, turning to glare at this stupid people, but with  me, as always, wondering if they are just getting close enough, to see what John's license plate number was, as has happened, another time, that there appeared to be an assassination attempt, up at Hungry Horse Dam.  It soon left, but the thoughts didn't leave me, as they never do, with constant and relentless surveillance on me . . . 

Saturday, night, we had gone up to the 10 Lakes area, came down for supplies, thinking we wanted to camp out, and deciding to go up to Hungry Horse Dam, rather than going back to the long distant campground, we actually never found, while we were up at Weasel Lake, a place John had frequented as a child, or even lately with his hiking parents.  So, we found our favorite spot, nestled back in a cove, right up by the water, with a stream, the stars, and a quiet peaceful night.  One night last week, we had watched the lunar eclipse, so I had been awake for several nights in a row.  John is my kind of camper, we just go, not sleeping bags, tents, or provisions . . . just get the hell out of the city, and rough it, sleeping in the car, listening to music, reclining the seats.  Which is what I was doing, John, however, who I believe had just lost his job . . . earlier that very day, I was warning John, that he had been a protection for me, and he needed to be careful, that Dave, Jeff, Micheal, who had tried to warn me about the CIA and NSA, down in Nevada, ended up dead, and I didn't want that to happen to him . . . go figure, he gets fired that very night at work, after 7 years on the job!

Coincidence . . . do ya think?  Hell, NO!  The powers that be, probably had surveillance on our conversation in the car, and realized that, yes, John, had protected me on several occasions and kind of has an open policy on me couch surfing, while I am trying to stay long enough to land in my own apartment.  I would bet my eye teeth that John was fired to make ME more vulnerable!  My pa, fucker father from hell, and connected to the CIA, or the undercover CIA, the OSI, that he used to belong to, with a fresh sewn baseball cap with the initials of an agency that was allegedly merged, disband, or changed to the CIA, and a fresh hat, where in the hell did Rachel's old nanny, who followed, my own daughter Nicole, into military service in the Air Force, I am pretty sure!  Or is this other Nicole, my Nicole's double?  Because Rachel, as well as Shelley, is one of my children's other mothers!  I am buried so deep in dog shit, with the dog pile of sisters, friends, clients, attorneys, that I am not to be found, with the help of the FBI!

We Need to Get the Hell Out of Here Before They Shoot Us & Send in the Clean up Crews to Get Rid of the Bodies!

So, John, awakes me out of a dead sleep, I would say, around 3 or 4:00 a.m., leaving me wondering first, why is he awake, and why isn't he tired, he drove the other night, of the eclipse, almost all night, almost to Missoula, looking for a spot to assassinate me, dump the body, two days in a row, going up deep into the mountains, or around the Flathead, John missed turn offs, he has known his whole adult life, and he is missing turnoffs and taking me to unknown areas?  I would hate to accuse a good friend, but many a good friend has done the same thing, either been an agent, before I met them, playing the friend, or taking money for putting me in harms way, either doing it themselves, or in some cases with John, him looking like a willing participant, like the last time at Hungry Horse, he laid back his seat, but had his eyes oh, so slightly open, acting as if he was asleep, when a car, abnoxiously pulled up too close, with a direct shot to me, with John out of the way, and another car, waiting in the trees, . . . I insisted we book it on out of there . . . books, symbolic of Shelley, the reader, the book seller, the dealer in librarians and school libraries!

But with the two previous nights activities, John's unending energy, with a huge lack of sleep, taking wrong roads, and staying up all night, and this night, staying out, taking a lawn chair, drinking a beer, and then waking me, about 45 minutes, after the alleged aircraft of some sort, he said, either UFO or surveillance, not acting alarmed or afraid, saying he saw this light, that came out of the sky, and seemed to land on the car, or close to him . . . no, it used to be, that John, even at the mention of cops, surveillance, or being tracked, would freak out, and flip out, not wanting to know anything about the government.  He liked our friendship, but didn't want to know any of my government activities, and was very grateful to me, when I did, out of concern for him, leave town, if I thought there was a threat, when in reality, I believed the threat to have come from either John, DJ, Shannon & Greg, or David Russo, who just happened to show up to the Salvation Army breakfast, as did his mother, Georgianna Hartung, the other day, stating . . . oh, there you are, I thought so, after not seeing her for months?

The Stress Case, Is Calm as a Summer's Day, Losing His Job of 7 Years!

Without a care in the world, John tells me about this science fiction, or drone activity, seemingly, out of the normal, not having a care, a scare, or thought and worry in the world, markedly so, just casually mentions, the event or the surveillance, stating that he alawys did want to see a UFO.  John was freaked out one night, when Myrle, my old roommate was watching strange phenomena, on the fucking TV!  He was so scared, he went into the other room and took a shower, and this fearless guy, is now, sitting all alone, on the banks of this huge lake, seeing this light come out of the sky, land on the car, and he doesn't wake me up?  Both the serene calm and the night event make me wonder what is going on?  Something is up, the set up?

Maybe, I am just the one who writes about this stuff, and John, like so many others, is paid to say that it is one of the other chicks, allegedly taking my place, nice, easy, with every person I know, making the same claim, and some dead who didn't, or wouldn't, easy choice, turn her in, just claim that all the stuff you are doing with one JoAnn, is in reality the other Joann . . . they play with the small "a", to make people think that there are two of us, when in reality, there is only one, but there are several copycats, yeah, my term for CIA!

24 HOURS A DAY CONTACT, SURVEILLANCE

To lend credit to the constant surveillance, another out of the ordinary event took place yesterday at McDonald's fast food restaurant, on Idaho Street, I generally get up early, and McDs, opens at 5:30 a.m., which is the perfect time for me, to get a Diet Coke, breakfast, or whatever.  The buses were not running yesterday, because of Columbus Day, so that seemed to give me reason to think that Tammy, a former, person from Salt Lake City, who was a tenant, in my very young married days, living on Highland Dr., in Holiday, Utah, managing 48 apartment units, the Monico Apartments I think, back in about 1975 or 76, while my husband, Richard Clifton Secrist was attending the University of Utah, as a geography major, but I never knew her, and she said she was afraid of me back then!  LOL!  Maybe she had a foreshadowing of what I would eventually become!  LOL!  She also followed my career from the Utah Attorney General's Office . . . she was working in criminology, or something related.  

Nice gal, and very necessary to have state that I am not the real JoAnn, with connections dating back to the 70's, my real early days, with my daughter, Greta a baby at that time, turning 39 this last week or so . . . time flies!  I run into Tammy on the bus, every once in a while, and did just the other day.  We always have a lively conversation, and the thought crossed my mind, that Tammy would be one person, who would be hard to not only get to lie, but she has I believe the equivalent of 2 PhDs, or is quite educated, so a formidable attachment to my former married life, and Utah AG days, not to mention early days on the bus, and in Kalispell.  So, yesterday, she shows up, and pops into the McDonald's Play Area, where I like to get there early to plug in my computer, with only one of two plugs in the whole place!  So, it kind of surprised me that Tammy, out of nowhere, just comes directly into the area I am at, doesn't act surprised to see me, as if someone told her to go spy me out, and then report me as either there, having written on my blog that I was writing from there, or stating that yes, JoAnn is there, but it is really, Joann!

Sad, to Say, I Think the Later Was the Case

Tammy was great, shared her breakfast, since I didn't have any money, and best of all got me a water cup to share her Diet Coke with, so I could get refills, through the transfer of her purchase, to me, when she left, which I was extremely grateful for, being an addict, with no money, and none in sight for a few days.  The first thing she did was ask if I was writing, yes.  She told me that her computer was broken, we talked about seminars I had attended lately, two educated chicks thrive on new sources of info, and smart people, making us smarter, I told her of the Friendship Force or Peace efforts, with a gathering tonight at FVCC or the college, but she doesn't drive, so night events are out.  Then she did a very strange thing, she asked me if I had a license, I told her I did, until December 2013, until I let it lapse, to get a Montana license, seeing they would not let me have two licenses at the same time, and now I was having trouble getting my California birth certificate . . . so, her offer of a car, to drive, would have to wait, until I could get my license here, which is proving to be a big pain in the ass, with the first step, being my birth certificate that I paid for, I paid for, leaving John's address, but either never receiving it, or John intercepting it, as I believe he did with my Walmart Money Card, back around January, but intercepting the mail, and giving my birth certificate to the Joann with money, or Shelley!

When you only have a few friends, and they keep you on the run, spending ever dime, you take a couch or a bed wherever you can, especially, since these assholes, contact the shelters, the food entities, buses, and other stops someone in my situation might frequent to stay alive.  So, the thought of rats, cats, and bats, pointing me out, than lying about me is a common experience, and sure enough, I believe they got to Tammy, because, yesterday, on top of showing up, without notice, or shock finding me there, she also, as one point, looked out the glass doors, and nodded to a chick, I didn't know, standing on the other side, alerting her to something, with the girl, promptly, ditching out of sight!  Either to rat me out, letting cops know where I am, or enemies of various sizes and shapes, or sisters, who have not put her on the pay roll, or FBI, covering their asses, and making sure I don't get another blog, in and under, or around their surveillance, making sure that no more damaging blogs are blasted to literally hundreds of millions of people throughout the world!

Tammy also, did a strange thing, she said, that she was going to adopt me, and I am older than she is, and when I said that, she looked and said, but you look so young!  That is part of the problem, people think I look too young to have practiced law for 20 years, hell, I didn't start until I was fucking 40 years old, and I am turning 60 years old in two months!  But, I am too young to have had my kids, too young to be who I claim to be, and everyone, even women like Tammy, might, after talking to me for two years, either actually question if I am the real JoAnn, she remembered, or thinks she was duped, even though I know everything about Salt Lake and the stuff she is talking about . . . doubles are trained, with 24/7 surveillance, they know my stories, and hell they are sisters, who heard it when it happened and probably so jealous back then, it was imprinted on their memories . . . raging with envy, now seeing my youthful looks, actions, and energy as my enemy, not my ally, and that is true, John keeps thinking I am 49 years old, and every time, with pride, I remind him that I am almost 60 . . . but that my come into play, as a ploy for my doubles, too young!

Tammy left, shortly after that, oh, but first, she wanted to adopt me, give me her mother's house in Bigfork or at least let me rent, until her father was gone, she wanted me to drive her around, once I got my licence, but this seemed strange in and of itself . . . she reminded me I had met her father, and he knew me from Salt Lake, and had followed my blog, and was a fan . . . she would get me into the upstairs . . . security just came.  

GOTTA GO, JO--FORGET SPELL CHECK!

LOVE & HATE, WHATEVER, YOUR CHOICE, AS FOR ME AND MY HOUSE, WE WILL CHOOSE, LOVE . . . UNIVERSAL THEMES IN THE BIBLE, PRACTICAL APPLICATION TO CURRENT POLITICAL AFFAIRS . . . STICK WITH THE BIG PICTURE, ON EVERYTHING, AND WHAT THE ULTIMATE RESULT OF CHOOSING ONE OVER THE OTHER IS, FROM PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS, MARRIAGES, TO ISIS . . . WE SHALL OVER COME!

Accosted at Church Yesterday

Generally on Sundays, when I am in Kalispell, Montana, I attend two church services, one that is like going to a movie, you just go, sing, get a great gospel message, that lasts all week, and then leave . . . and I love it. You have to remember, that I came from a Mormon background, where, you have church members run the place, with all kinds of callings, that you dread on Sunday, allegedly a day of rest, but quit the opposite, so to just come, sit, let a paid clergy with an education and background in the seminary, divinity and knowledge of ancient scriptures, is just fine with me, and I dig the more intellectual application, interpretation, and insight, that comes with any educational pursuit, electing to listen the better informed, whether that be in the law, politics, religion, sports, or any area, because there is a more up close and personal insight that comes, not just a hack, response, kind of like this, that I am writing . . . it just dawned on me, that I fit in the unlearned letter of the Bible; however, I have read the scriptures as Timothy did, since I was young, and throughout my life, tried to apply the basics, the tenants, principles, and concepts, and at one time, started a master's minor in ancient scripture study . . . so, as in most things I dabble in, I am somewhat of a hybrid, while not falling totally on one side or the other, somewhat better informed than the average Joe or JoAnn . . .

I met this woman last week sometime, and she learned or a common friend introduced me as an attorney, and that was about the end of it; however, as a blogger, who sits, right here, right now, in the play area of the McDonald's on Idaho Street, in lovely, Kalispell, Montana, writing a blog, I often forget how many people are actually reading this blog, not just me, writing my personal and professional journal of venting, trashing judges, who have done me wrong, or taking on sensitive political issues, that are tangentially related to my upbringing in the Mormon Church, like Mitt Romney running for office, hot topic legal issues, like gay marriage, polygamy, or human body trafficking under the guise of religion, or the intelligence arms of the government being predominently, the religious affiliation, that I was raised in, knowing full well the agenda, the motives, the payoffs, the hoped for end result, and the darker sides of the religion, as well as the great sides, of good families, healthy eating, gardens, food storage, avoidance of drugs, alcohol, qualified sex, and other areas of my young training that I am more than grateful for, just finding me, doing what my legal training taught me, with a focus on constitutional law, to separate my religious beliefs from affairs of the state, while still integrating my beliefs into my daily life, into my law practice or writings, being heavily influenced to visit those in jail, take particular care of the fatherless and the widows, many of which make up our elderly population or our senior citizens, or in dealing with minorities, protecting their rights from being trampled by the majority . . . I rely on my religious foundation, while not forcing that into the public arena, just quietly finding strength to visit a client in prison or jail, over attending a BBQ with my family or friends, often the choice, the busier my practice and family demands got . . .

Running Thin on Patience

So this woman, who has never come to the Crossfire Church, a biker church, with many homeless, street urchins like myself, seeking a good message for the day, and a free meal, plus, the friendships that have developed over the two years I have attended, whenever I am left alone long enough to go to church for an extended amount of time, to be considered a regular, like I am in this Church, with a friendly pastor and his wife, greeting me and understanding full well, when, why and how, I either come or don't come on Sundays. But in the time that I have been attending this church, I have never seen this woman, so she come directly back and plants her larger than mine, ass, next to me, in somewhat of a combative and confrontational style and blurts out of her mouth . . . probably having read one of my blogs, defending gay marriage, that God is against homosexuality . . . oh, fuck, here we go . . . I simply turned to the woman, and said, you can choose HATE and I will choose LOVE, remember the two greatest commandments are to love the Lord, your God, and to love your fellowmen/women; and don't forget, judge not that ye be not judged.  And I walked over to get a few sugar cookies!

I used to be really nice, try to explain the 14th amendment, which I forgot, she alluded to in her, Sunday shattering mood, of peace, church in the wild, that I do and got from the guest pastor from New York, who was taking Pastor Levis place, because he was in Butte, doing some field and foundation work, probably planting the seeds of the gospel, in that town, much as he did in Bozeman, and was going to Great Falls next, for it is said, that the gospel will run forth out of the mountains--that is what Montana means--the star, made out of a harvest moon, made me think that the Christians in Kalipsell and the Flathead Valley, will play a huge role in spreading the gospel, like a rock, rolling down hill gathering speed . . . as will other denominations and sects, who all work together here, not in competition, but support, but he, the visiting pastor for Fresh Life Church, had a large THANK YOU, on a sticker on his computer, because what I do, is literally Church in the Wild . . . no one has called me to the preach the word, I am not connected really with any particular church or religion, but I have an everlasting gratitude to my Savior, and love of Christ, his teachings and think that mankind can be save by obedience to the basics of his teachings, even if all they got, was love thy neighbor as thyself . . .

SHOCKED WOMAN'S RESPONSE . . . I DON'T HATE

Well, I am here to tell you, YES YOU DO!  And the down and dirty of it, is you simply are not a Christian!  That is not what Christians should do, but often what they do, judging in self-righteous indignation, that they are scriptural based right in stating what they are stating, have every right to trash gay marriage, and homosexual behavior, and this woman tried to defend herself, but I am totally done with every stupid, inane and hatred filled argument, that the Christian right can come up with, can we move on now!  The U.S. Supreme Court, is so right, in just letting the California decision stand, as they should have done with Roe v. Wade, the law is the law, is the law, we don't need ever fucking state in the Union, thinking of ever lame ass argument, whether it be dealing with abortion or gay marriage, the third branch of the government, under constitutional authority, if you still believe in the balance of power, the right of the court and the duty to interpret the constitutional provisions that are in question, with 40 law clerks each, scholars themselves, limited to only the issues, some attorney like me, decides are the questions they want the court to address, and trust them, that given the fodder they were dealt, the fucking decision has been made!  

So, for the sermon of the day, I am trying to listen to Pastor Dennis, and sing the powerful songs that his biker wife, Debbie, sings and plays the guitar, as me, and others harmonize, with the gospel messages, while Debbie plays the guitar.  In the corner of my eye, I notice this, hard to not notice woman, glaring at me, just two seats down, like she can't believe that I would be so curt in my response to her, didn't give her a chance to show her, so called, knowledge of the word.  And she couldn't be more right.  I no longer care enough, or I am burned out, trying to talk some sense into closed minded, bigoted haters of mankind, going totally contrary to the foundational principles of love, tolerance, peace, sanctification, wisdom, knowledge, for love is kind, long suffering, seeks not its own, and so on, what do they not get?  Life is just too short for me to deal with their stupidity and I just don't care, she has to save her own soul, not my jurisdiction, teach correct principles and let them govern themselves!  

In Her Passive Aggressive Way, She Defers to the Pastor By Way of Question, to Try to Say, in Response to Me Reminding Her Not to Judge, That Depends On What "to Judge" Means?

Again, I don't give a rat's ass, what this woman thinks, I kind of take the approach Jesus, took, come follow me, I am not going to try to fight with the woman, not going to beat her with legal arguments, pound her face into the table in front of her, because I don't like her looking at me, whether in shock or amazement, by way of hatred or misunderstanding, or the thought that she would impress me with her arguments . . . she didn't, I am heard them on national news channels, on the streets, on the bus, through legal briefs, new articles about legislation, and on and on . . . you either get this, or you do not, I just don't care anymore, NEXT!

While our legal system if influenced greatly by Judeo-Christian principles, and common law, and there are many exceptions, almost in every provision the legislatures write and pass, and for damned good reason, life is not black & white, facts are not black and white, nor is the law black and white, but to me the commandment to love your fellow men and woman, is just that, black and white, I never read any exceptions, no loophole, no escape clause, nothing by way of the scripture that tells you not to judge one another, EXCEPT, just isn't the case.  So, whatever interpretation either the woman or the pastor comes up with, qualifying or quantifying judgement or love, doesn't wash with me, I am a strict constructionist, and utilitarian, and it says, what it says . . . no judicial activist judges, pastors, or lay members of a church, period.

Mormon scholars and general authorities and prophets alike, made bookoo bucks writing commentaries on their interpretation of the scriptures, just as legal scholars and others do, in areas of expertise . . . just as the U.S. Supreme Court held, when the plain language of a statute, law, or scripture, which is referred to as a statute in scripture, most likely where we got the name for a codified law, the debate is over!  My plain interpretation of the scriptures, is much like the plain language section of statutory interpretation standards, (1) rely on the plain language; (2) intent; and (3) history to become clear on what is being said, written or implied.  I use that model, not only in the law, with statutes, with cases, the constitution, but with scripture, that was the foundation for the law, as is the case with gay marriage, abortion, and whatnot.

Regressing from the Two Great Commandments, Might Actually Make a Case for Homosexual Acts, and Blow the Shit Out of Your Arguments

The two great commandments are to love your God, and love his children, all of them, with no exceptions, without qualifying them, and separating them from their acts, you are to simply love them and not judge them. I trumped Dennis' pastor status, with a more weighty religious authority and his response, when asked about gays, homosexuals, or gay marriage . . . Pope Francis, whom I love, the new pope of the 1.2 billion Catholics, said, who am I to judge?  That somewhat reminds me of Christ, with the woman caught in adultery, go and sin no more . . . she has a husband, have sex with your spouse!  He doesn't condemn her judge, her, nor put her down, just admonishes her to go forth and change, or go back home, so to say.

There is a scripture that I like . . . the apostle Paul, said, if you can be like me, and just teach the gospel, don't get married, that basically gets in the way, loyalties shift, and so on, you have a wife bitching and moaning that you are always gone, better to just stay single and celibate if you can, but if you are weak, and need a wife, get married.  The scriptures also say, husbands and wives should come together often, reading between the lines, that means, they should have sex, a lot, and I would agree with that, if you are happy with your spouse, you will be a better citizen, father, mother, co-worker, etc.  The scriptures also state, that the marriage bed is undefiled, some statistic, in Billy Graham's, Good News Magazine, was concerned over the state by state exodus from banning gay marriage and leaning more to evolving with regard to this issue of gay marriage, but the author of the article, in this 2013 issues, a year old by the time I read it, so it was pre-supreme court ruling, but the argument was that homosexuals, have so many sex partners, some engaging with unknown partners up to 3 times a day.

Well, for health reasons alone, we may want to recommend and defend gay marriage just on that statistic alone, or protecting from sexually transmitted diseases, encourage gay marriage, because, there are bi-sexual oriented people out there, who are going from male to female, or female to male partners, and so the whole damn population is at risk, when you sleep with one partner, you sleep with everyone they have ever been with. So, let's say, that we, as we actually have, here in America, you just don't know it yet, have legalized gay marriage, that the marriage bed is undefiled, and sodomy, whether, done to females or males, along with other unnatural acts, that are often forced on wives, girlfriends, or lovers, of either sex, is condemned in the same scripture verse!  Would it not be better, then to allow, as the U.S. Supreme Court, in a string of cases, dealing with the act of sodomy, adding birth control which used to be illegal, and abortion, to be lumped into a category of bedroom acts, that are entitled to a right to privacy, and therefore, none of the rest of our fucking business!

Bill Maher, had a visiting clergy on one of his programs, which is came, armed and informed with scriptures that he wanted to bash the preacher over the head with.  And I very much, liked the pastor's response, when he said, you can use the scriptures to prove and justify anything you want, depending on your interpretation. By way of example, he said, both sides of the Civil War and one of the issues, that of slavery, used the exact scriptural example to argue either for or against slavery!  The Bible, New and Old Testament is filled with complexities, conundrums, paradoxes, intricacies, mental gymnastics, etc.  And that might possibly be, due to the fact that life is not, black and white, life is complicated, and there are many versions of good, better, best.

Romans 14:14 to the End of the Chapter, Demonstrates Complexities

In this particular part of the New Testament, and the scripture I relied on when deciding whether to get an abortion or not, turning to God, and the scriptures for guidance and divine inspiration, I simply, let my Bible fall to where it fell and my eye, landed immediately on section 14, amazingly enough, where the Lord states, all things are pure to me, it is you, who assigns the purity or impurity to something.  And that is obviously paraphrased, but that is the general jest of the verse.  That was somewhat of a shock to me and seemed to be of great merit, and application, given my dislike for abortion, having worked for Americans United for Life, on the Casey v. Planned Parenthood case, when the high court, revisited Roe v. Wade, and being personally against abortion, while understanding, that life comes at you fast . . . life happens when you are making other plans!  So, when forced with the realities that we are hard wired for sex, need it, life is better with it, and it is healthy, not to mention fun, and a part of loving someone, best within perimeters, of marriage, but we would have missed many a great love story without adultery and fornication, let alone, nations may have fallen another way, or wars determined other ways, as in the case of Anthony and Cleopatra . . . so, not to mention, the fact that Christ's lenage, is through, the adulterous line of, King David and Bathsheba, the one he killed Uriah for, complex, hell yes, messages between the lines, right, but we have a savior that died for these complexities . . . great taste is messy!

Someone would say, well, yeah, but that section is dealing with eating pork, which the Jews didn't do, as a throwback from the Law of Moses; therefore, any missionary, as Paul was, would have to be aware of the beliefs and practices of the people he was dealing with, seeing that giving up pork for a meal, was better, than losing the convert to Christianity, so the person could eat what they want!  I love pulled pork BBQ sandwiches!  You hardliners, Christian far right, you might think about that one, at your next southern Bible belt church picnic!  LOL!  But anyway, Paul, again, learned in the law, with a complex mind, not trained in black and white, nor thinking that way, explains this very rationally, logically and in this good, better, best fashion.  Hey, if you still believe that God doesn't want you to eat pork, don't do it; however, if you can eat pork and you have faith that it is okay, then go for it; although, if you are going to cause someone to fall due to you eating port, when they don't believe you should eat port, old school, then don't do it if it is going to cause problems . . . WOW, is that refreshing!

While I Am No Saint, For Sure, I Have Felt Inspired, Called If You Will, to Use My Legal Knowledge, Much Like the Apostle Paul, With Similar Personalities, to Further the Good News of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, through this Blog

At one time before law school, I looked into going to divinity school, or being trained in the seminary, but got high-jacked into the law, away from the word and the work, through, another commonly used method of God, to give directions to people throughout history, to engage in a particular line of work, like he did me in the law, getting accepted within two hours of approaching law professors and deans, without application, test scores, and letters of recommendation, and being accepted, without, any, having to merely apply, as a formality, to meet the requirements, and I have had a laudable career in the law, while not being famous, per se, definitely leaving my mark on Utah, and other states, on areas of the law or legally related issues, or in legislation, or with national attention to manuals I have written, blogs, or what not . . . not quit what the law school wants, but what the law school needs to hear from one of their more notoreus law graduates, or outlaw school graduates, trying to keep the brethren of both the courts and the church in line!  LOL!

I have been slow in conforming to what I would consider, pressure from on high, to use, this avenue, having gained a readership, from around the world, to further his, God's Kingdom here on earth, attempting to teach the gospel, and the good news, about the mission and redemption through Jesus Christ, to anyone who reads this blog.  By no means, because I am at all righteous, but if God, can use, Paul, due to his legal training, with him persecuting Christians, watching while Stephen was being stoned to death, even maybe the one who gave the order, then he could use me, a big, time sinner, kind of like when I go dancing, if she can get out there and boogie, rip up the dance floor, then so can I, same with repentance, and being an instrument, a rational one, for bringing about love, peace, good, in this world or ours.  Yesterday, I had 60,000,000 results, at the time the number gods at Google, tallied my results, writing every day, this is the blog that moves the numbers, up and down . . . that is a hell of a lot of traffic!

Here is the way the Church in the wild works, we are all called, God called Paul, and there is some debate among scholars, as to whether Paul was actually considered an apostle in the same sense that the other hand selected 12 apostles were, or was he a rogue apostle, much like myself, a disciple, without a former appointment or calling, and just doing what he thinks, he was directed to do . . .  with me, it has been years, since I kept, dissing the call, the feelings, having to go into the belly of the whale, as did Jonah, and being spit out on the banks of Nineveh, with no other alternative, that to do what God told him to do.  So, be it, I feel the Sunday, negotiation period, phasing out, while, not leaving totally, the U.S. Constitution, but showing how the gospel, actually dovetails, or laid the foundation for God's Kingdom or government here on earth, not to say that its boundaries are limited to America, but to all His children on earth, using many of the same basics, one supporting the other, without, crossing, the separation of church and state!

ISIS and the God of the Old Testament

Scripture also states, as Christ did to Peter, at the Garden of Gethsemene, when the Roman guards arrested Jesus, and the apostle took a sword and cut off the ear of one of the captors, and Jesus, picked up the ear and reattached it, or healed it, I don't know if it was totally cut from the head, but he told Peter, those who live by the sword, die by the sword.  This kind of sounds like, poetic justice, or applying the mentality of ISIS, going back to more archaic and thoughts of Sharia law, of an eye for an eye . . .  Sorry, Bill, but watching your Daily Show, video clips, from YouTube, with interviews you have had, and things you have said, questioning if Jesus came to do away with his own Father's laws, or the laws and applications of the Old Testament, you have inspired me to think in different ways, answering not only an atheists, questions, but looking at issues in a more critical fashion, and going deeper into the explanations, looking at the times, the place, the customs of the people, that ISIS, or the days that ISIS is going back to for power, to the days when there was a calaphate who was over the Arab world, or even back to the days of the Ottoman Empire, where the knights of Arabia were famed and ruled the Arab nations, protecting the people and being seen as the political saviors of their people, noble yes, but different times.

Christ came not to bring peace, but to bring the sword, mother against daughter, brother against father . . . he came to bring inner peace, and heavenly salvation, not necessarily, political peace, although, I do believe New Testament principles, of love, and all that entails, is the actual answer to world peace, with nations, being friends, rather than foes, and operating under the good neighbor policy of what would we like that nation to do to us, if we were in their shoes, or going by the Golden Rule, not the rule of gold . . . I loved reading an interview in the local college newspaper, in the Mercury, for Flathead Valley Community College, where a German student, who was attending the college, was asked about, government issues, and about Angela Merkel, German Chancellor, and what a difference from the days of Hitler's imperialistic attempts to have Germany rule the world . . . she said, well, Germany is kind of into this love one another stage in history!  LOL!  WOW!  Women will save civilization!  And Merkel, hates the NSA spies, just like I do!

If Your Creation & Your Children Are Literally Going Straight to Hell, You Stop Them!

The God of the Old Testament, while appearing to be a vengeful and murderous Father, killing millions in the great flood, that allegedly covered the earth, saving only a handful of people, the ones in Noah's family, may actually have stopped the rest of his more wicked children, from going down the slippery slope, into even further darkness and condemnation, without having yet, sent his only Begotten Son, who would do way with the old laws, after his death and resurrection that hadn't happened yet, so, without repentance and a perfect sacrifice to save them, he did what he could, not being able to turn them from their ways, and just simply, cleansed the earth, and started over, with better products, doing so to his children's benefit, not their determent!  It all depends on the way you look at it, tough love, so to say!

Hell, we are evolving as a nation, as a world, as individuals, all the time, and so much in the last decade, toward, the love one another stage that Germany is showing the way to, that we are at least showing promise; however, as Christ told Peter, trying to teach a higher law, with him replacing the old law, do not go back to an eye for an eye . . . let me handle this, and he healed the guy, exemplifying, loving your enemies, even in spite of what they were currently doing to Jesus!  What parent doesn't take drastic measures, from drug intervention, to kidnapping a daughter turning tricks on the streets, to stop children, from going even deeper into the hell, they are currently going into, stopping further misery, thus being a loving, not vengeful God, or parent, as God the Father is to all of us.

There is some thought in my mind, the days I entertain the thoughts, that I might actually have had Pick's Disease, rather than being poisoned by the government, if God, was not doing exactly that to this arrogant, not it all, self-righteous attorney, striking me down in the prime of my life and my career, stopping me from further eternal damage to my soul, and letting me know that he would rather have me die, or take my life, in a terminal brain disease, than see me suffer for an eternity in the damned direction I was going on, never, ever, even thinking of him, nor his son.  I remember hating God, and talking to him for the first time in 20 years, after being diagnosed, and asking why?  I was to be dead by 2002, with no cure, and no exceptions to this disease, never in the history of someone being diagnosed, did anyone ever live, beyond the two years expectancy, except me.  So I assumed it was the government, but it may in fact, have been a loving God, giving me a second chance, turning my skills, which he blessed me with, to his purposes, much like that of Paul, who was the greatest missionary of all time, and my role model.

God is Good, God is Love, No Matter Which Way You Look at Him, and During What Stage in Earth History!

Words from a Country western song: God is great, Beer is good, and People are CRAZY!

GOOD MEDICINE, STRONG RED ALE: EVERY WORD JESUS SAID, WAS A FIGHTING WORD, THE ULTIMATE UFC FIGHTER! LOL, LOVE IT! MY KIND OF GUY, REBEL, ROWDY, IN YOUR FACE TO THE SANHEDRIN, OR THOSE LEARNED MEN OF THE LAW, SOUNDS LIKE ME! YET, KIND, GENTLE WITH KIDS, SOMETIME CURT AND TO THE POINT, OTHER TIMES, LONG SUFFERING, OR PISSED AT HIS DISCIPLES . . . CHURCH IN THE WILD! KEEP IT WILD! JESUS, SURE AS HELL WASN'T ANY PUSSY! HE HAD A JOB TO DO, AND HE DID IT . . . WHETHER PHILOSOPHER KING TO YOU, OR KING OF KINGS, HE WAS KICK ASS, ALWAYS DID THE RIGHT THING AT THE RIGHT TIME, TO THE RIGHT PERSON, TO THE RIGHT EXTENT . . . GOTTA LOVE IT, AND HE IS OUR EXEMPLAR! CAN YOU DO ANYTHING BUT DIG HIM? ON THE SHELVES NOW, TWO IRANIAN GIRLS HANDED OUT 20,000 BIBLES IN IRAN! GO FIGURE, AND THE BIBLE HAS BEEN ON THE NEW YORK TOP SELLER LIST, SINCE THEY STARTED COUNTING, NICE READ! THE OLD TESTAMENT WILL MAKE YOUR HAIR CURL IN PLACES, BUT THE NEW TESTAMENT IS FREAKING AWESOME--EVERY TIME I IMPLEMENT THE PRINCIPLES, IT WORKS LIKE MAGIC! WE CAN'T ALL BE CRAZY BILL MAHER, BRING IT ON . . . HOW DO YOU THINK YOU WOULD FEND AGAINST JESUS, IN AN ARGUMENT? HAVE A GOOD ONE!

Fit 4 Contention

The scripture tell us, that you should not contend one with another, well, sort of, because Jesus was the master of the short but sweet, put down to the authorities of the day, he even started back when he was 12, and his parents accidentally left him in the temple, but found him later, arguing the law with the Sanhedrin . . . beyond native intelligence.  The elders of the land, the lawyers, scribes, Pharisees and Sadducees, were always trying to trick Jesus, set a trap, catch him unprepared to handle their questions, and then they were pissed as hell, when he so smug and sure of himself, sarcastically, responded, knowing full well, that they were as envious, and jealous, with a raging and growing hatred for him.  I think one of the classic examples of his screwed response, was when this group of men, took a woman, caught in adultery, and threw her at Jesus feet, expecting him to do the custom of the day or that of the law, to stone the woman as an adulterer.

Jesus, without even giving them the dignity of his attention, or a look acknowledging that they were there, or the woman, at first, simply, knowing that probably half the men in the blood thirsty congregation of, possible, partners, co-offenders, and every bit as guilty of the alleged and codified crime, of cheating on a spouse, outside of your marriage, which I am sure, none of my readers, religious or not, have ever done such a thing, but Jesus, simply takes a stick, and writes in the sand, he who is without sin, let him, cast the first stone!  All of the men in the crowd, simple turn and walk away, with them gaining momentum and vitriol anger, that continue to mount until the day they would scream to Pilot, the Roman over the providence, to release a murderer in exchange for Jesus, whom Pilot washed his hands of.

With all the old alleged, moral majority, the religious right, or left, for it is not mutually exclusive, I think it worthy to note, that Jesus doesn't reprimand the woman, nor demean her, chastise, accuse, and, as our example, simply tells the woman, to go and sin no more!  Wow, that is so fucking awesome, so refreshing, so loving, so understanding, and so none confrontational, so minimized, by the very man, who would pay the price for her sins . . . so what in the hell, is up with the people who don't have to pay, and by what authority do they have the right to judge?  Is that not just the kindest, coolest, and awesome response, that all of us, if caught in similar, or even lesser sins, would love to have someone say and do to us, defend us against the murderous and blood thirsty crowd, fucking dig this guy.

Or, when the same set of men, come unto Jesus, and think, now we will get him in trouble with the Romans, who demand taxes, exact punishments, and can literally demand servitude, of errant tax fees and fines, and they ask him, so, and if I remember, handing him a coin, what say ye about the taxes and the burdens of the rulers, who the Jews sought deliverance from . . . again, in a very glib manner, simple states, render unto Caesar, what is Caesars, and unto God, what is God's.  And that was the end of the discussion, leaving the venomous teachers of the law, speechless, and without anything to say.  Can you imagine, going into court, and to everything the prosecutors, or opposing counsel says, or the judge, you, the attorney for the accused, as smooth as ice, tongue in cheek, trying not to laugh, and say, boohyah!  I got you again, just laid out your arguments in a single sentence.  He even silenced a particular lawyer, with the reason and rational of his arguments, and the dude was eaten by a dog, as I recall.  The Bible is not child's play, believe me . . . but just so good.

Not only did he trap them, spin them, dodge them, taunt them, excel in intelligence, he was loved by the people, followed, touched, mobbed, worshiped, yet, so real and with the people and to his disciples, almost seeing themselves as his equal, as in the case of the son's of thunder, about sitting on the right hand and left hand of God . . . sure, we are willing to be the servants of men, making little distinction between Christ and the 12 apostles, who witnesses his miracles, but didn't fully understand, what exactly was the job qualification of the Son of God, and the specific requirements, which Jesus, later, compares to be not only a servant, but even a slave, or the lowest of human existence of his time . . . yet, so powerful, self assured, magnanimous, and down right bad ass!  What a stud . . .

Bill Maher, Religiously, So Jesus Improved on His Father, In the Old Testament?

I probably don't have the name of Bill Maher's book, with the combined words of religious and religiousity, but in a documentary I saw on the book, or a tour, with Maher, making the rounds, interviewing various people, from pastors, preachers, the guy on the street, or his very Jewish mother, as I recall . . . he tried to convince people that their religious views are skewed, if not out right ridiculous . . . there is the other word, Religilous, or something akin to that.  People explain to Bill, that the Old Testament, with what Maher, calls the vengeful, violent, and murderous God of the Old Testament, or Jesus' Father, and the stories attached to the older section of the Bible, he thinks are all either just crazy, unbelievable, duping the people, and outright fraud, so is Jesus, in the New Testament, contradicting his own Father, by coming along with a new law, replacing the old law, of Moses, or the eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, stuff.

To me, whether, literal or figuratively speaking, the stories of he Old and New Testament, are just as relevant, raw and real, today as they were, at the alleged time of their happenings.  This is part of the blog that the government stole, last Friday or so, that of the story of Jonah and the Whale . . . from what I have heard, from scientists, speculators, and whale specialists, is that, it is possible, for a man, swallowed by a whale to literally, survive, three days in the belly of the whale.  But to me, that is not the main point, nor the one that is applicable to us, whether or not, God was just trying to tell a tale tale, or teach us the truth and consequences of refusing to follow God's command, to go to Nineveh to cry repentance to the belligerent and hard hearted people of that town, just across the sea . . .

We All Have Times, When You Could Say, We Are in the Belly of the Whale

As I mentioned in a better version of this, what appears to me, individual calling, to work more in a service to Jesus, or through a more Christlike dealing with people, or even a calling, not necessarily to be a pastor, a preacher, or a minister, but to be a true disciple of Christ, more of a follower, with a focus, less on the world, specifically to politics, which I live, breath and die for, or to at least write about, and to enter into contention with anyone, who is willing to deal with Joe Boxer . . . as was the case this morning or this afternoon, when I attended my second church service; I have always loved church, religion, learning the word, the good news of the gospel, knowing more about Jesus, God, the scriptures, and who they related to mankind.  I guess you may say, I look at the Bible as the greatest psychology book ever written, dealing with subjects from child raising, to husband and wife relationships, to dealing with your neighbor, your employer, the learned men and women of the law, and a million other scenarios, that life seems to throw our way.  And I find the answers, so often are in the scriptures, or there is a factual story, that is similar, with people similarly situated, so as to bring a particular story to mind, like the Prodigal Son, the Good Samaritan, or specifically with regard to the Old Testament, in searching for a female deity, which to me is in the Book of Proverbs.

Now, whether you take it literally or figuratively, I think there is a wealth of wisdom, knowledge and insight, in human nature, with brilliance, far greater than any, even modern book, be it, on abnormal psychology, like in the case of Cane & Abel, or the battle of the sexes, dealing with blame, characteristics of males and females, the enticements of temptation, Satan, the serpent, or partaking of the forbidden fruit.  I guess in my training as an English major, with a much relied on emphasis, on symbolism, dreams, age old stories, like the Garden of Eden and the fall of man . . . leaving paradise, and entering the lone and dreary world, the virtues of work, with authors, especially early American writers, like Hemingway, Steinway--oh, that's the piano, Steinbeck, with stories, that mirror, or resemble the significance of the Old and New Testament stories, like the Old Man in the Sea, East of Eden, Grapes of Wrath, man's struggles to survive, outside the Garden of Eden, or without being in the presence or with a relationship with God.  Or my personal favorite, The Scarlet Letter, where Hawthorne, uses the color, the letter "A", to take a woman, who commits adultery, the man is unknown, or the father, and as she struggles with the judgments of the early American Puritans, that "A" comes to mean or represent the word, angel . . . a story of temptation, love, sex, the fall, being kicked out of the garden, so to say, redemption, forgiveness, acceptance, restitution, and recognition of repentance, which is just to change . . . all Biblical themes.

While I Love Maher, as a Political Comic, Commentator, His Views of Religion, May Be in Error, But Good Debate is Always Open . . . I Just Wish, I Could See Bill Try To Take on Jesus!

We Might Make a Believer of This Man Yet!

Have a Restful, Righteous & Holy Sunday!

REMEMBER, JUDGE NOT THAT YE BE NOT JUDGE, LOVE GOD, LOVE YOUR FELLOW MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN!