GAME OF THRONES, FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD . . . GIRL FIGHT--TRUE 5 AGAINST 1 IN BRUTAL BEATING, LEAVING A BRAIN CONCUSSION, EYE DAMAGE, BROKEN RIBS, BLOODIED FACE, COULD HAVE KILLER HER, ALMOST DIED--GIRLS GOT MINIMUM SENTENCE, DUE TO FORGIVENESS AND REQUEST FOR MOST LENIENT SENTENCE, BY THE VICTIM, WHO DIDN'T WANT TO BE VENGEFUL LIKE HER ATTACKERS. DON'T SAY FEMALE POLITICIANS DON'T HAVE A CHALLENGE DEALING WITH SEXIST REMARKS, LIKE, JONI, THE REPUBLICAN CANDIDATE, WAS NOT RIGHT FOR THE STATE, EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS A PRETTY AS TAYLOR SWIFT! LOL! WHILE NOT WANTING MEN TO VOTE FOR OR AGAINST SOMEONE BASED ON LOOKS, WOMEN LONG TO BE TREATED, AS SOMETHING MORE THAN A PRETTY FACE--I HAVE A DREAM, THAT MEN WILL JUDGE A WOMAN ON THE CONTENT OF HER CHARACTER, THE NATURE OF HER THOUGHTS, THE BRILLIANCE OF HER MIND, RATHER THAN THE BEAUTY OF HER FACE OR BODY! LEAKS IN USIS SECURITY SYSTEMS THAT PROTECTS, NONE OTHER THAN HOMELAND SECURITY, WITH HACKERS, UNIDENTIFIED TO THIS POINT, RESEMBLING THE HACKERS FROM CHINA, STEALING AMERICAN BUSINESS TECHNOLOGY SECRETS AND INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, HAD A BREACH THAT LASTED MONTHS, EXPOSING TONS OF EMPLOYEE INFORMATION . . . AND THEY, THE NSA, ARE SPENDING TIME ON ME? LOL! NOW, GOOGLE FIXED THE NAME OF MY BLOG, TALKING ABOUT SMART GIRLS, BUT I STILL HAVE TWO SEPARATE, BUT NOT EQUAL BLOGS, HITS & RESULTS, DIFFER GREATLY ON THE SAME ARTICLES, THE SAME FACE, THE SAME BIO, AND THE SAME CREDENTIALS! WHILE APPEARING TO BE THE SAME, THEY ARE UP TO THE SAME TRICKS, WITH THE SECOND BLOG, STILL COMING UP AS "BAD CON LAW CHICK" BLOG, ON GOOGLE SEARCH, BUT ORIGINAL NAME, NOW, BUT WITH ALL THE HITS, GOING TO MY HACKERS VERSION OF MY BLOG, BUT MAKING IT LOOK IDENTICAL TO THE ORIGINAL BLOG, WITH A FRACTION OF THE HITS/RESULTS, BUT THE WORD, "ASS" , LIGHTENED BEFORE, IS NOW, THE SAME AMOUNT OF BOLD AS THE REST OF THE WORDS, MAKING YOU THINK, THAT IT IS THE SAME, NOT! STILL SENDING, TRAFFIC, HITS, RESULTS AND MONEY TO SECOND ACCOUNT, SET UP WEEKS AFTER THEY SAW HOW BIG THE BLOG GREW! SEVERAL TIMES, GOOGLE OR HACKERS OR NSA, HAVE STOPPED MY BLOG RESULTS, AT RIGHT AROUND THE 2 MILLION MARK, THE NUMBER OF MOST GOOD BLOGGERS; HOWEVER, LAST WEEK, EVEN AFTER THEY, ALLEGEDLY, FIXED IT, AT ONE POINT IN THE DAY, I HAD 16 MILLION HITS, IN 84 SECONDS, THEN LATER IN THE DAY, I HAD ANOTHER 20 MILLION HITS, JUST CHECKED IT TWICE . . . THREE WEEKS AGO, THE HITS/RESULTS WERE UP AROUND 95 MILLION FOR 64 OR SO SECONDS; THEREFORE, THEY ARE TRYING TO MAKE ME THINK, THAT EVEN MORE INTERESTING BLOGS, ARE GETTING FEWER HITS/RESULTS . . . GO BACK TO PROTECTING NATIONAL SECURITY AND WORRY ABOUT THE HOMELAND SECURITY BREACHES, RATHER THAN TAKING THE MONEY FROM MY HITS/RESULTS, SPLITTING THE PROCEEDS WITH GOOGLE!

Girl Fight Movie--Real Facts!

It is really a unique phenomena, hearing the facts of an incident, or the beating of this young woman, back almost 20 years ago, and then, sitting at your Chromebook acer, looking for something to keep you entertained for an hour or so, and seeing the title of a movie, from say back in the 90's, actually when I was busy going to law school, and too busy to watch TV, let alone breath . . . really that is an over exaggeration, with attorneys, wanting you to think that it was so terrible, that they deserve every dime you are charged for their time, having walked through the shadow of death, to go through the grueling three years, then the bar exam, and getting your feet off the ground, illusions of grandeur, anyone who is disciplined, can pull this stunt off . . . I used to go over across the street, the the student center at BYU, the Wilkinson Center, and watch the heady, international theater every week, digging the hell out of the art, the scenery, the stars, every bit as attractive as the American stars, and seeing the different styles of cinematography, film, and art, so what I am saying, is I was busy, probably didn't know what was playing at the local theater, but that was more due to convenience, and the movies at the student center, worked with my schedule, but I do remember hearing about this case, sometime during that part of my life, due to the horrific facts, and the shocking details, as the brazen nature of young teenage girls, who had such vengeance and hatred for this lone girl, that they would beat her almost to death . . . I didn't get it then, but I do now!  It was a little too close to home for me!

Here are the bottom line facts, young junior girl, who has been kind of a nerd, with friends of the same nature, is ready to graduate a year before schedule, has a full ride scholarship, after being accepted to a prestigious college.  It appeared from her parent's comments, that the girl had aspirations to be an attorney, and she comes on the radar screen of the alleged popular girls, is recognized as being very smart, by her senior peers, not out of respect, but for what they can use her for, basically to help them do their homework, or cheat, look on her test, during exam times, etc., when she challenges, I would guess a political science teacher, naming court cases, and outcomes that contradict or have different outcomes, than the holdings or decisions, or the law that the teacher is proposing.  

So these seniors, put her to swift use, inculcating her into their little network of allegedly popular friends, with her dissing her closest friend since childhood, but a fellow nerd, taking her one time chance to hang with the popular girls, the pretty girls, the powerful girls, much to the dismay of her loyal friend, who is shocked at her appearance, within days, her attitudes to guys, and her changing relationship with her parents, who are not only shocked at the smart daughter, but alarmed by the total change in her feelings about school, her adherence to family rules, to traditions of birthday dinners, opting to run with the fast crowd . . . I was part of the fast crowd, the class officers, the cheerleaders, drill team, etc., but by my junior year, that no longer was a draw, and it was in college that  my true nerdy self, started to rear its newly acquired head, preferring the heady, intellectual pursuits, and challenges, long used to the looks game, old school, this was a new game.

True Colors of the Brain, Elitist, Starts to Show, as She Integrates the Group of Girls, Who Vie for the Attention of One Girl, Alexa, Whom She is Fast Becoming a Best Friend to . . . Tells One Girl, She has No Class!

The cream always rises to the top, you can't hold a good woman or girl down, and the food chain of friends, starts to shift, and the smart girl, is favored more and more, by the leader of the gang of girls, and once in the inner circle, the smart chick, makes a sarcastic statement about one of the gang, to the shock and horror of the rest of the girls, who start to question this girls, motives, her place in their society, and her apparent take over a the top friend of the leader, who she consoles and talks out of a suicide attempt, and she is genuinely concerned and is there for the girl, who is living with her grandmother, with a tough background with her own hardcore and raunchy family.  So, on girl, loyal to the gang of girls, checks into all the postings on social media, back when the smart girl, was not in the alleged "in" crowd, and finds a post that states, that this group of girls, are obnoxious . . . and they truly were, mean girls, and that was a fact!

After telling and showing the entire gang, the post and the comment, they are all out for blood, even the leader of the pack, Alexa (Shelley's daughter's name is Alexandera, or Alex, symbolic?  I think so!) and that plot to get in a girl fight, with this newer and younger member, and they are going for the hits on YouTube, so they, all five of the girls, with Alexa, refusing to hit the girl, but very much part of the whole assault, invite her over, and when she comes in the door, they all accost her, accusing her, and she tells them that was months ago, before she was their friend . . . friends?  Sisters?  Really?  Generally, what one dog, or girl, or person, will not do alone, they will, do with a gang, a pack, a crowd, and the fervor escalates, to a feverish pitch, and a brutal attack takes place, so hideous, so out of line, so over the top cruel, that it is shockingly, almost inhuman, beating the girl almost to death, after dragging her, kicking her, punching her, unconscious . . .  to visually see the animalistic attack, brought tears to my eyes, while not physically attacked, every other form of mean girl, girl fight tactics, and whatever, are very much a part of what I have experienced . . . and it is brutal, with men helping, using high tech devices, infiltrators, family, friends, clients, contacts, courts, and local, state, and national battering systems, bloodying me much the same!

The Girls Post the Fight on YouTube, Love It

Caught up in their new celebrity, the girls bask in their, alleged, and short lived glory . . . school, arrests, jail, press interviews, and court.  Eventually, the reality of how very ugly the attacks were, with many refusing to sit by them at school lunch, siding with the victim rather than the gang of mean girls, with jail, inmates, thinking they are the dumbest chicks in the block, for actually filming, recording and posting the fight on YouTube, thinking evidence, evidence, evidence, that their 15 minutes of fame is about the dumbest thing in the world, totally trashing them in the jails, when the girls finally, even shocked that everyone doesn't think they are the coolest . . . social standards of decency start to kick in, parents are alarmed, national press come to give the smart, beaten girls, a voice, and the table are totally turned against the girls, until they are looking at life sentences, and spending their lives in prison without parole, at the worst case scenario.

The victim's parents were rightly beside themselves with rage, hatred, and anger at what the girls had done to their beautiful daughter, that they wanted the maximum penalties, levied against the girls, and refuse to entertain the thoughts of leniency or a plea bargain, with the mother, actress Anne Heche, married to Ellen DeGeneres, and so great in the movie, a real champion fighter for her daughter, much closer to the way I would have reacted, I think, and going for the knockout punch against the girls, so pissed, dad was good too, but not as vitriol, almost forcing the daughter, who was reluctant to testify against the girl gang, afraid they would attack her at school, or on the streets, and one, Alexa, actually confronts her at a hearing, and backs her up against the bathroom stall, making the girl more determined, now, to possibly testify, just as a means of protection from the girl gang of meanies.  Her nerdy friend, forces her to watch the video, that was still on the Internet, and she is upset, she is going to testify, but is concerned that everyone will remember her as the girl who got beat up.  Her true friend assures her that will not happen . . . and it doesn't, people start standing with her, supporting her, and urging her to get them.

Mother Admits, In Court, After Heeding Her Daughter's Wishes, That Her Young Daughter is Wiser Than She, Herself Is . . . Wants Leniency

Minutes before court, or just before going to court, when they have all they need to send the crew of mean girls to prison for life, which, does bother the daughter, from the start, the smart girl, tells her mother, she doesn't want them to be punished that severely, and she most of all, doesn't want to be like them, she wants to go back to the girl she was before the beating, sweet, kind, obedient to her parents, and teachers, always trying to help, kind to her little sister, and very smart, wants nothing to do, with vengeance, retaliation, and making them pay for the rest of their lives, and asks her mother to please, go for the least sentence the court could possibly get.  The mother is still convinced that the girls, need to pay, and they should get the maximum penalties, the court can give.  She goes to court with that attitude, and the girl, is kind of upset that her mother will not listen to her, and she tells her mother than, it was herself that took the beating . . . and the mother reminded her daughter of what they had done to their family, on top of what they did to her, and refuses to budge a bit . . . the way I feel!

At all sentencing, the court, gives the family members of the victim, if not the victim, herself, and opportunity to voice their opinion as to what the court should recommend or rule as the terms of the punishment of the attackers, who by this time, are not the proud, haughty, arrogance group of girls, they had been, before, and they were just a bunch of very scared girls, waiting for their lives to come crashing down on them and end! Heche is the first in the family to get up on the podium or the witness stand, and tell what she things ought to happen, and she sees these girls for what they are, just a group of messed up girls, from hard family lives, and she softens, after telling them what she thinks of their acts of violence against her daughter, and then she speaks of her sweet daughter, who is waiting with baited breath as to what her mother will say, and then she asks the judge for the least sentence that the judge can possibly give, and still see that justice is done . . . the prosecutor, had tried them as adults, rather than in the juvenile system, with many of them nearing the age of 18 or adulthood, amping the sentences up a great amount.

After Mom expresses her feelings at what the girls had done, she softens and she takes the more mature, and loving approach of, what she calls her, wise daughter, and compliments a smart, young girl, who realizes that forgiveness, and moving on with her life, will help her more than seeing the girls punished . . . she is proud of her mother, and relieved that she did as she requested, even thought she really wanted blood!  It was a great movie, so powerful, so moving, so disturbing, and a visual message of how ugly violence is, how petty teenagers, are, especially girls, and how one would about them being obnoxious, led, almost to this girl's death, and possible loss of her eye . . . the thoughts of bullying, school terrors, how grateful I was glad that my kids were out of high school, relatively unscathed, to be brutally attacked with their mother, after those vulnerable years, who would have thought, that an attorney, would be brutalized by her family, for being smart, raising great kids, excelling in her field of study, even saving her own father's buddies from the SEC, and going on to do many things for the citizens of the state and country and for that be attacked!  It is shocking to the senses . . . and even more shocking that the intelligence communities, can't tell the difference between the smart, nice girl, and the gang of mean girls?  Must have dicks!

Men, In This Category, Are the Stupid Ones Who Would Try to Reduce, a Serious Contender and Rival for a Congressional Seat, to Tits & Ass, or Looks!  And the Republican Woman, Joni, Can't Remember the State or Last Name, But, Of Course, She Was Not Flatter, but Offended!

We Need A Concerted Effort To End Bullying!

CELEBRATE, SMILE, INSPIRE: AMERICAN PROFILE . . . LAST WORD ON VOTING--GENERAL RULE: DEMOCRATS WORK FOR MAIN STREET, PROMOTE PROGRAMS THAT BENEFIT, EVERY MAN, WOMAN & CHILD, BEFORE 2010, DEMS PASSED REFORMS IN WALL STREET, STUDENT LOANS, CREDIT CARDS, HEALTH CARE, FAIR PAY, EXPANDED G.I. BILL, REAUTHORIZING CHIP, EXPANDED NATL. CIVILIAN SERVICE CORP., FAIR SENTENCING, 9/11 FIRST REPONDER'S BILL, HATE CRIMES ACT, RATIFIED THE START TREATY WITH RUSSIA, REPEALED "DON'T ASK, DON'T TELL", REVISED THE AUTO INDUSTRY AND STIMULOUS/TAX CUTS--THEN THE REPS TOOK CONTROL OF THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES--GOT THE GOVERNMENT SHUT DOWN!; REPUBLICANS BENEFIT, WALL STREET, BIG BUSINESS--PRO-BUSINESS, TAX CUTS TO THE RICH, AND AN ECONOMIC RECOVERY THAT BENEFITS THE 1%--VOTE AMANDA CURTIS, A MATH TEACHER! MONTANA IS FULL, GO HOME! HERB ALPERT, COUNTRY MUSIC & THE MILITARY--A LASTING TRADITION OF SONGS & MUSIC (AMERICAN PROFILE). PRO-RUSSIAN SEPARATISTS IN UKRAINE HOLD 'SOVEREIGN' VOTE, THE RENEGADE VOTE IS SEEN AS A BREACH OF THE CONSTITUTION AND AGAINST NATIONAL LAW OF THE UKRAINE, BUT AT LEAST A VOTE IS BETTER THAN WAR! FAA ORDERED TO RESTRICT AIR TRAFFIC INTO ST. LOUIS, DURING THE FERGUSON PROTESTS AFTER MICHAEL BROWN WAS SHOT UP TO 9 TIMES, BY A WHITE COP . . . CURTAILING FREE SPEECH, FREEDOM OF ASSEMBLY, AND REDRESSING GOVERNMENT, WHO AUTHORIZED THE COPS TO SHUT DOWN THE TRAFFIC BRINGING IN THE PRESS TO FERGUSON? NOT THERE CALL, AT BEST, THE MAYOR, THE GOVERNOR, OR THE PRESIDENT, WE ARE NOT A POLICE STATE!

America, Americana & Patriotism

American Profile, a weekly insert into most newspapers from around the country, is focusing on the 48th CMA Awards, or the Country Music Awards, and the fact that country music and the military go hand in hand, with many of the big country stars traveling to the places, America has troops, and they seek to entertain the troops, keep their spirits high, through writing songs, that memorialize their acts of valor, stop the pain of a John Dear letter from home, or at least, make a point to the soldier, that their sacrifices are duly noted, and often in the area of love, family, and relationships back home, with difficulties re-entering the normal life, they left behind before being deployed for combat duty, somewhere around the globe.  I was recently talking to some vets, and one was talking about Vietnam, and how, they just cranked up the music, from other genres too, and headed out in their Apache Choppers, to blow the hell out of the enemy, listening to their war music.  When I asked them what war music was, they said, stuff like Born in the U.S.A., Proud to Be an American, and even some anti-war songs from Bob Dylan and Joni Mitchell, or others.

Country music stars, in particularly, have supported the troops and written about them, with many of the musicians themselves having served in the military, personally, so these songs are up close and personal to them, and about some of the feelings, the friends, and the trauma, that was experienced in, lately, Iraq and Afghanistan . . . you will recognize some of the songs, Courtesy of the Red, White & Blue (Angry American, we'll put a boot up your ass, it is the American way!), Where were you when the world stopped turning; If You're Reading This; Arlington, I Drive Your Truck and 8th of November. Thanks first to the troops, and to the musicians, especially the ones who not only entertain, but also served, and those who keep the troops feeling the worth of what they are doing around the world . . . but, thank God, we are not getting our young men and women involved in every civil war around the world, with other parts of the world and countries, more effected than our country, involved and fighting to protect their own borders, what would the world look like without America?  Thanks, one and all for your contributions!

Big Vote Day Coming Close--Outside Money Trying to Buy a Seat on the Montana Supreme Court!  Buyers Beware, Citizens United!

Interestingly enough, one of the hottest races in Montana, this mid-term election, if for a race, that few, but maybe attorneys, generally pay attention to, and that is who will sit on the bench on the Montana Supreme Court, with two seats open, pitting Supreme Court Justice, Mike Wheat, and his challenger, attorney, Lawrence VanDyke, who is getting a shit load of money from conservative pro-business organizations and political action committees from outside the state, while Wheat is being supported by trial lawyers from within the state of Montana; I am a little worried about both, and both cause me some consternation and consideration.  Originally, I was excited to see a constitutional law attorney, on the ballot, but the problem is, he has only been in the state for two years, and comes from Texas, even though, I believe he has some Montana roots.  Was he scoped out, by out of state conservative groups, with the soul intent, of playing on the constitutional leanings of Montanans, a wolf in sheep's clothing, so to say, hand selected to pull the wool, over the eyes of unsuspecting voters, who love the Constitution, and are worried that activist judges, like allegedly, Wheat is being painted to be, even though he strongly sided with Montana to uphold Montana's anti-corruption laws, and limits on campaign contributions . . . could this be a pay back, and the outsiders, are relying on tricky tactics to get a win, 'he is a liberal', when in reality, is voting on the record, appears to be unbiased, for the most part.

Be careful, labels, don't tell the real story . . . read the newspapers, the letters to the editors, and possibly pull up the Montana State Bar Associations, attorney voting on judges, at least, Utah used to have kind of like a monitoring system on judges, with just the state's attorneys, being able to critique the judges, because they are the ones who know them best . . . generally speaking, only a very small percentage of the people, will ever either have cases that go before the court, or will actually attend a court hearing, which this court, tries to make available to all citizens, as they travel around the state holding oral arguments around the state, like the one, I saw, at the University of Montana, sponsored by the law school, arguing the doughnut hole case, involving the city of Whitefish, and the Flathead County, on who would control the zoning laws for the unincorporated area, surrounding the city, held sometime this summer.  All the big cases, go before the Montana Supreme Court, due to the fact that you don't have another appellate court, like the middle court, a court of appeals, so every case that is argued and appealed, goes straight to the Supreme Court, so it is a really big deal who you get on the bench!  You may have to take the lesser of two evils, and look at the entities supporting the candidates, but remember, that Wheat has practiced for 25 or more years, was appointed to the bench, and VanDyke, has only been in the state 2 years!  Loyalty to the state!!!!!!

Ladies, Ladies, Ladies . . . How Many Men Do We Need in Congress, Making Decisions for Our Bodies, Freedoms, Liberties, and Reproduction?  I Would Say, No More . . . 6 Gynaecologists in Congress is Enough, One Doc (R) had 6 Women Pregnant at the Same Time, 1 Wife, 5 Mistresses!

Don't quote me on that last statistic, but that would make sense from what I have learned about the mindset of the moral majority, that is a cover for dastardly deeds, I believe either Bill Maher or Jon Stuart, reported on the make up of the specialists in Congress, docs, who had spent their entire career, with their heads between a woman's legs, and they still don't necessarily vote on the side of female reproductive rights. Whether you ever use contraceptives or have an abortion, there is always that chance, that life will hit you harder than you want, and you may wants some options open, safe procedures, with a woman's perspective, rather than the thoughts of an almost all male Congress, voting members, with absolutely NO experience in that area, and docs don't either!  

That is for sure, one area, I would, say, kind of like Justice Sonya Sotomayor, when she went through the Senate Confirmation hearings, that she would make a better justice on the court, than one more white male! She took heat for that, and was seen as an activist judge, but she was appointed by a conservative, President George W. Bush, not President Obama, and I believe she is right!  You can't have an all white, male, judiciary, that is totally, non-representative, and is biased off the starting block, you need women on the bench, representing areas of the law, that men will never deal with and situations that men will never find themselves in, not matter what their personal and religious beliefs are!  Well, Congress is an area, that is probably, not even as representative as the U.S. Supreme Court, with 9 members, 6 being males!  I am not sure what the make up of the Congress is, house by house, but I know that woman, even with sympathetic and somewhat understanding men, don't even come close, holding hands across the isle, could ever carry a vote on anything to represent female constituents, and sometimes women are their own worst enemies . . . you make up more than 50% of the population, and you continually vote for male candidates!

Think outside the box, and vote a few more qualified women in, and there appear to be a large, relatively speaking, group of good female candidates, many with fathers who were former members of Congress . . . they say, that the best attorneys, or at least law students are the ones who were raised by attorneys, they already know the game, they were raised with those conversations around the kitchen tables, and they may have even clerked for a father while he was running for office, they have seen it up close and personal from a child's perspective, and they are not shying away from the challenge, Just An American Girl, Trying to Make it in Her Daddy's World!  Name title of another country western song, that I love!  Because I am exactly that, the case I took to the U.S. Supreme Court, was a securities case, and my father, a CPA, or a Certified Public Accountant, was investigated by the state SEC or securities division, five different times, and his daughter, not having known that, years later, represented two financial planners, and took on the SEC!

Although, Daddy wanted another daughter, the eldest, I guess a birthright thing, to get the credit, and colluded with my clients, both of which he had associations with, either through the Mormon Church, or other dealings, in the state of Utah.  Nonetheless, I did what I did, whether I got the money or not!  LOL!

'In the Mood" for music?  Herb Alpert, Former Tijuana Brass, Played in Whitefish, Montana . . . Great Philosophy of Life & Music!

Some great quotes, and just a note to musicians, including my son, Elliot, bass guitarist for God's Revolver & Maraloka, who had his music stolen, and a substitute attending the Berkeley School of Music in Boston, where his Mormon aunt Sue, had connections, to substitute in cousin Isaac, aka, Elliot, Mr. Alpert, has some words of advise, and also has some scholarship money available, since the Mormon Mafia, stole my case money and took the fruits of your labor, stopping you, perhaps, Herb, would give you a scholarship and you can transfer, from the music department at the U of U, a great department for sure, but connected to the Rice-Eccles gang, with my client, Jay Rice's, mother, and her husband, a friend of my dad, and your grandfather, whom you should consider an enemy, got an award, several years ago, either for contributing a shit load of money, or she may have been a professor, not sure, but you do know the football field is named after this same group . . . benefactors of your mother's work too!  

Great quotes for life, and for musicians:

• I try to make good music.  If it's fun for me to play it, it will be fun for people to listen to.  I'm doiing what I love.
• Music is my life, I will continue playing until there is not more air left.
• I was given this extraordinary gift when I was 8.  I picked up the trumpet and it changed my life, I wanted other young people to have that opportunity . . . referring to his foundation, called the Herb Alpert Foundation, established in the late 1980's, an organization that gives grants and scholarships to young musicians, mission statement is: to create and/or support the mechanisms and means through which young people can discover, harness and fully develop their unique creative energies and their special talents.
• If I could give one piece of advice to young people today, it would b this: If you are't passionate about what you're doing, don't do it.

Wild Cherry Advice: Play that Funky Music White Boy, Play That Funky Music Til You Die!  Love, Mom

P.S., noting my location, sitting here, McDonald's, after being blocked, from writing this at the Flathead Valley Community College, Resource Center, or Library, Kalispell, Montana, even the librarian, who had set me up an account, tried, after I couldn't log on, and then I went into my guest account, and a student tried to let me in on her student ID, to see if we could beat the Mormon mafia, sister hacker, or Mormon NSA in Utah, but we couldn't, so I have my happy ass, planted at the McDonald's Fast Food, on Idaho Street, Kalispell, Montana!  Just to make sure, you know it is this Mom, and I am writing for Elliot Taylor Secrist, not Shelley, the fraud squad chick and her lazy asshole of a son, Issac!  I would never take the time to fight for a nephew, but, I am damn sure, that Shelley, Sue, Rachel, Kay, and whomever wants to claim they are me and take credit for my children and their accomplishments, are fucking up their own children, who must feel terrible that their own mothers, would rather claim their sister, JoAnn's great kids, and I can't say that I blame them . . . Pain is the Price of FAME!  A quote from American Profile, and so very true, don't we both know it son!  Although, it is Rachel's, mug, or other sisters who got the fame, their apoinis coming, prison, anyone, prison?

ALL SAINTS & ALL SOULS--THE GLORY OF GOD IS INTELLIGENCE, THE EYES ARE THE WINDOWS OF THE SOUL; RIPE WITH LOVE, GOD IS LOVE, IN ALL THY KNOWLEDGE, GAIN WISDOM OR APPLIED KNOWLEDGE . . . THE AMERICAN RETURN TO WISDOM, RATIONAL THOUGHT, FACTS, COMMON SENSE . . . THE PHILOSOPHIES OF MAN VS. THE PHILOSOPHIES OF GOD: AGREE WITH THINE ADVERSARY QUICKLY, LEST HE ESTEEM THEE AS HIS ENEMY; IF A MAN ASKS YOU TO WALK WITH HIM A MILE, WALK WITH HIM TWO, IF HE ASKS FOR YOUR COAT, GIVE HIM YOUR CLOAK ALSO; FORGIVE YOUR ENEMIES, TURN THE OTHER CHEEK; PAY UNTO THE LORD YOUR TITHES AND OFFERINGS, AND THE WINDOWS OF HEAVEN WILL BE OPEN TO YOU; THE PEACEMAKERS SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH; LOVE ONE ANOTHER AS I HAVE LOVED YOU, LOVE OTHERS AS YOU LOVE YOURSELF; AS A MAN THINKETH IN HIS HEART, SO IS HE . . . BOTH SCRIPTURE AND LAW, TURNS OUR TRADITIONAL THINKING ON ITS HEAD, TRY IT! IT WORKS.

The Philosophies of Man

The natural man, is an enemy to God.  Now, why is that the case?  Because it is fucking true.  If you take any of the scriptural thoughts from the title of this blog, man thinks the opposite of the way God thinks.  By way of example, normally, a man wants to use 100% of his money for himself and his family, and it does not make sense, for him to give a tithe to his church, or make offerings, with a true tithe, representing about 10% of his earnings, profit, or surplus, depending on which religion you are looking at, or who is calling the shots, in the church, or the family, or your definition of tithes . . . in years gone by, you may have made an offering of a chicken, if you were a chicken farmer, or brought a tenth of the deer or elk, you just shot, and contributed it to the local food bank, or you make an offering, of your surplus change, and put it in the hand of someone needing another 50 cents, to catch the bus, or they will be late for work.  Again, are you going to live by the letter of the law, or the spirit of the law.  I believe the point that God is trying to make, and modern day thinkers on wealth or business growth is, there is a universal principle of truth, that when you give something away, there is a vacuum created, that allows for something new, and possibly better to fill the void.  He also said that it is harder for a rich man to get through the gates of Heaven, that for a camel to get through the eye of a needle, or the gates of the city . . . pretty bad, when you look at it.

God also knew, that it is more blessed to give than to receive, and that the giver of alms, especially in secret, is blessed in his Kingdom or the Kingdom of Heaven, where moths and rust cannot corrupt.  He who gives, and gives his alms before men, to be seen of men, has his reward.  Is it not better to be blessed by God than man.  There is a selfless act, in giving, that creates something more noble, grander, greater, makes better men and women of us, than we would have been without the giving.  I believe that is the beauty of children, you are forced, if you are good parent to get over your selfish needs, and give or share with each new child that comes into the family, and there seems to be enough to go around; you may have to give up that new $5,000 computer, and settle for one that works as well, for what you need, but is less expensive, making you a wiser shopper, or give up that new sweater, or $150 pair of pants, that 6th coat in your closet.  It has been proven that the average person, generally, only wears about 5 or 6 combinations of clothes in their closet, because they either fit the best, or they are always in style, regardless of trends, or they are just their favorite, and they tend to gravitate to them on a regular basis, yet people will literally have, from what I have seen, closets the size of bedrooms, some with electronic machines that you see in the dry cleaners, to bring their hundreds of clothes around, but they always look the same!  Giving is a good thing, and helps the person giving as much as the person that receives . . . in fact, Christ said that they poor are here, to bring out the higher natures in us, for our benefit, to teach us to improve our own lives.

God's Ways Are Not Man's Ways

One thing that I really love about the law, is that it teaches you to think different than you did before, it shakes up the brain, and what was considered smart, or got you good grades in undergraduate school, will not have a carry over effect, and many valedictorians and Rhode Scholars, can't cut law school, and many who barely made it in to law school, actually end up doing great, may make top 10% of the law school, grade wise; therefore, there is a way an attorney thinks, or is trained to think that is different that the way most people think . . . that is true for many professions, I just happen to be trained in the law.  There is a process, by which you learn to think like a lawyer, with some more adept to it than others, but you have to basically, destroy the way you think, and start over, with a different type of thinking.  One time after, roughly 16 years of being a lawyer, my daughter, asked me to read a philosophy paper of hers, and I have read a lot of philosophy, and I had classes in college, but it had been a long time, but I had to go through this process, even to critique her paper, of decomposing my attorney brain, and thinking the total oppose, to think more like a philosopher, or the way you need to think to help a daughter, with her paper.

Well, I would say, that is kind of like reading the scriptures, you have to think different than you normally do, and break down the black and white thinking, that most of us learn as a child, for the scriptures, say, that when I was a child, I thought like a child, and now I put away childish things, or when I was a child I lived on milk, and now that I am an adult, I can handle meat, or higher levels of thinking.  We have an election coming up, a childlike, or black and white thinker, will, as in most studies, just vote the way their parents did, either being raised a Democrat or a Republican, with little thought at all.  

Or relying just on platitudes, that ring true with us, like more jobs, less government, or change . . . those make for a nice, excuse, to not flesh in the candidates true position, it is a lazy, but effective way of getting votes.  People, at first glance, say, hey, I am for more jobs in this economy, and I really hate the government encroaching on my life, more and more all the time; therefore, I am going to vote for this person, that had the nice, but, evasive, vague, and lacking information about the candidate, masking, at times a life, a career, and a practice of doing exactly the opposite, like outsourcing jobs to China, or putting all our money oversees, or not paying a fair share of taxes, or taking government bail outs, and then crying fowl, when a single mother, the elderly, a vet, or a disabled person, gets a government check, or what is considered an entitlement, when the rich candidate, has taken enough money from the government, in corporate, farm, or whatever welfare, to cover thousands of checks, of a person in need . . . we need to study things out in our minds, then make a decision, a good decision . . . when the people elect, unrighteous leaders . . . by God's standards, not by man's, which is a different animal all together, the people will suffer . . . what is this candidate all about?

Ebola, The Nurse & The Judge--Common Sense & Rights Ruled the Day!

The judge also decried the "misconceptions, misinformation, bad science and bad information." circulating about the lethal disease in the U.S.

This quote is coming from an article in the Daily Inter Lake, called, Judge rejects Ebola quarantine for nurse, on Thursday, after Kaci Hickory, and nurse who had gone to Africa to help with the Ebola virus and treatment, with the great organization that is called, Doctors Without Borders, a group of docs, that are, doing what President Obama called, the work of God, and I would agree, with him, God or Christ, stating that there is no greater thing than for a man to lay down his life for a friend, and in other scriptures he even states, and here is one of those examples of different thinking, that a friend is the highest relationship, because love, comes and goes, partners, spouses, and it ebbs and wains, but a friendship is always there; therefore, it is a lucky man or woman who truly has a friend . . . so, going to Africa, with the risk of treating these infected people, and the possibility, of catching the deadly disease, yourself, is truly not only a selfless act, but shows a person of character, and a friend to the people of Africa, doing the work of God, I couldn't agree more.

So for this valiant act of courage and love, the state of Maine, and the governor, who is still pissed, wanted to quarantine for 21 days--state officials were willing to let her go out on her jog or bike ride, but wanted to bar her from crowded public places and require her to stay at least 3 feet from others. Ms. Hickox, balked at the idea, and the state decided the voluntary quarantine wouldn't work, so they went to court  to force her, through voluntary means to stay away from people as if she was infected, or better, the fear mongers, without any evidence of a fever, or other symptoms, want people to stay in their homes, or a hospital while they are being observed.  

Well, on Thursday, Hickox, not being at all sick, refused to say home and abide by this voluntary quarantine, and actually exercised her own will and rights, and went out and I think just went in her backyard, twice, as I recall, and good for her.  The state, when ape shit, and the governor and AG, filed a law suit trying to force her back in her home, by order of the court.  I loved the way Judge Charles C. LaVerdiere ruled, when he said, that Kaci, was Ok to go wherever she pleases, handing the state officials, a defeat Friday, in their bid to restrict her movements as a precaution against Ebola.  Hickox said it was a good day, and her prayers had been answered, and Gov. Paul LePage said, he disagreed with the ruling, but will abide by it . . .

In his ruling, the judge thanked Hickox for her service in Africa and acknowledged the gravity of restricting some one's constitutional rights with out solid science to back it up, the quarantine, that is.  And I love this part, The court is fully aware of the misconceptions, misinformation, bad science and band information being spread from shore to shore in our country with respect to Ebola, he wrote.  The court is fully aware that people are acting out of fear and that this fear is not entirely rational.  Chalk one up for reason, the Constitution, and science!  Fucking awesome!

Montana's Election Official Dismisses GOP Complaint Over Mailers

There were two allegedly offensive mailers that came out to voters in Montana over the last week or so, one from two out of state colleges, and another group, called Montanans for Liberty & Justice, who were supporting a candidate for the Montana Supreme Court.  Like any person, trained in the law, Election Commissioner, Jonathan Motl, ruled that one was in violation of election protocal, and the other one was okay.  Due to the fact that Motl, had been a former trial attorney, and some of the money collected for this fund, came from trial lawyers, the opposition felt that Motl, could not be unbiased, because he had been a trial lawyer . . . 

In response, Motl, said he has no conflict because he sold all of his financial interests in the law firm last year after becoming commissioner, and he was not consulted on any decisions about any contributions the firm planned to make. He went on to say, I realized that to do this job I had to server myself completely from my former law firm, and I did that, Motl said, I did that because it was required in order to put someone in here who efficiently and quickly makes decisions.  It is always best, as a judge, or a commissioner, or any type of judicial officer, civil, criminal, and administrative, to disconnect, entirely, from your former ties, life, associations, to avoid the very appearance of evil!

Judge Should Have Conflicted Out of Case, Instead of Benefiting Friends & Former Clients

I had a judge in Utah, who presided over a case, dealing with Wells Fargo Bank, and come to find out, when he held secret hearings, without proper notice, was caught up in judges chambers, with the attorney, for one of the defendants in another law suit, and chumming with the judge, that Wells Fargo had actually been, his client, when he was working with a large law firm in Salt Lake City, Utah, and he was definitely doing everything in his power to benefit, either his former client, or his former law firm, who was still representing his client.  He even came in a took a house, after a win, in the federal court on the same piece of property, involving the same players, giving them a second shot at winning, having lost, as the rules of procedure state, through default for failing to answer or respond to the complaint . . . you fucking loose if you fail to appear in court!  Period, you don't get to file another lawsuit for the same thing, in the state court now, and then cheat, to win, using the judge, having been caught, in a sting operation I did to catch the judge, the clerks and the attorney, and when I did, they took the house!  REALLY?  And this guy still on the bench and is still an attorney?  Good ole' boys network, at work!

Beatitude: Be Ye Therefore, Perfect, Greek, Latin, Hebrew Translation, Interpreted to Mean . . . Be Ye, Therefore, Mature!

Just like in the law, which really boils down to facts, application of the law, hair splitting, and definitions, the literal or interpretive meanings can make a whole, hell of a lot of difference.  I think to most of us, being perfect, is completely overbearing, an unrealistic requirement, and totally out of most of our reaches . . . and this is what leads, many of the self-righteous, the GOP Tea Party, prosecutors, and judges, and others in our society to become judgmental, favoring the alleged, more perfect, in a case of good, better, best, or the good, the bad and the ugly, by man's standards, that may be in total conflict with God's judgment or in his eyes, that are covered with, or Rip With Love, I stole that mantra from McDs, who, to my delight, is making all their slogans, love related, helping remind people or inspire them to love, that it is forever, and a great thing of goodness.  God, said, Judge not that ye be not judge!  End of story!

The self-righteous, who feel on a scale of 1 to 100, that they are more perfect, than their neighbor, or the other party, or the defendant, or opposing counsel, or the other candidate, feel, it not only their right, but their duty, to bring down judgment on their fellow men, women and children, and doing so with all the fervor, righteousness, and judgment, that they feel this person, who is in their eyes, less perfect, less blessed, more cursed, with poverty, sickness, trials, challenges, and if they were as righteous, as the self-righteous, they would be more blessed, richer, healthier, have less challenges, and therefore, the more perfect have every damned right to judge!  They hate entitlements, but they feel entitled to judge the world!

But, as for the definition, through whatever translation or interpretation, giving insight, to the actual meaning and intent of the proponent of the word, or the thought, or the Beatitudes, Christ, with a definition, that seems to be at least somewhat of an achievable goal, or at least worth striving for, and along with repentance, and the sacrifice of the one and only perfect man, the Son of God, Jesus Christ, making up the difference of our attempts at maturity or perfection, and combined with the demands of justice, and a perfect sacrifice, of the Lamb of God, laying on the alter of justice, so we could have mercy, and setting an example of what maturity means, like to the adulterous woman, simply, go and sin no more, we can possibly reach, maturity, relying on the teachings in the scriptures, or I believe, firmly, that the Preamble of the U.S. Constitution, while a secular document, with deists, and even atheists, among the original signers of the inspired document, to me, religious principles, are very much evidence, incorporated, and inculcated, within the meaning and intent of the founders, or a secular attempt to find the value in all men as children of God, through, the fact and belief, that all men are created equal, and there is justice for all . . . and so on!

We Are Getting More Mature, America!

Keep the Sabbath Day Holy, According To Your Conscience . . . Taking a Day of Rest, Is Mature, and Needed!

Super Smart Guy,  that God

IT HURTS TO BE BEAUTIFUL: SO HOT IT WILL MAKE YOUR COFFEE COLD (TacoJohns); DANGEROUS LIAISONS, AFFAIRS, RELATIONS . . . THERE IT THIS REALM OF RELATIONSHIPS, GENERALLY SEXUALLY CHARGED, CHEMICALLY IMBALANCED, OBSESSIVE IN NATURE, WITH BOTH THE OBSESSED AND THE OBJECT OF THE OBSESSION, NOT UNDERSTANDING THE DYNAMICS, THAT TENDS TO START WITH THE OBSESSION, WHICH LEADS TO REJECTION, THAT GOES TO STALKING, ENTERS THE REVENGE STAGE AND ENDS UP ESCALATING UP TO AND INCLUDING DEATH! I LUCKED OUT, WITH THE FIRST OBSESSED GUY, WHO ENDED UP GOING TO PRISON FOR 18 MONTHS, BUT I HAVEN'T BEEN SO LUCKY SENSE THEN, AND DEALING WITH MEN MORE SOPHISTICATED, CONNECTED, POWERFUL, USE A SYSTEM TO ABUSE, AND ARE MORE RELENTLESS! TWO FREE YOUTUBE MOVIES BROUGHT OUT SOME ELEMENTS THAT I RECOGNIZED IMMEDIATELY AS HAVING HAPPENED TO ME, AND WANT TO PLUG THESE INTO SOME OF THE THINGS I HAVE ALREADY WRITTEN, IN HOPES THAT SOMEONE, YOURSELF, SOMEONE YOU LOVE, OR YOUR DAUGHTER, EVEN YOUR SON, MIGHT HAVE A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF WHAT IS HAPPENING, FROM EITHER END OF THIS PASSIONATE ROLLER COASTER . . .

Don't Hate Me Because I Am Beautiful

My third husband, picked me up, outside of Albertsons Food Store, in Logan, Utah . . . and yes, he was beautiful, and I was vulnerable, at the time.  I still thought that I was going to die, so caution went to the wind, and I needed to find a place to live, which came into play also.  Brett, tall, dark and handsome, said hello to me, while I was standing up against the wall, drinking, of course, a Diet Coke.  I didn't think much of it, until he came back out and started up a conversation with me, again, and he told me of a project he was working on, dealing with, non-violent communications, working with kids, and I told him that I too had been involved in a sort of related field, up at the Utah Attorney Generals Office, back when I was practicing law, touching on non-violent communications through my work with domestic and dating violence, anger management, child and elder abuse programs, and all the tangential factors that, like an octopus, start in the center, or in the head, and branch out, into every segment of society, through the arms, and suck relationships dry, went violent communication starts, and with the suction cups, or tentacles of violence reaching into our schools, the workplace, on our roads, in our communities, etc.  So, we hit it off on an intellectual level right off the git-go.

As is typical with most obsessive relationships, there is an immediate attraction, physical connection, generally, but not always, involving sex, which was the case with us, a fast commitment, marriage, then comes the isolation, the power and control, the various forms of abuse, not necessarily physical, but emotional, mental, financial, spiritual, and may come in many forms, kinds and flavors, some that most of us would not even recognize, and many might consider it just another condition of the evidence that this person loves you, and some may even be jealous, because a woman's number one want is to be desired; therefore, an obsessed guy, who won't let the woman, with more obsessed relationships being this pattern, feels, loved, desired, protected, pampered, sexually desirable, passionately craved for, and there is this complete, engulfing, surrounding, all powerful attraction, that masks itself as love, but it is far from that . . . as seen in the three movies I watched last night, way into the night, wanting to understand, not only past relationships, but current, even unseen, relationships, that while not in each other's presence, is an obsessive relationship, none the less.

I think these are the names of the ones, that show the terror, the trauma, the stalking, the involvement of people trying to protect the one who is the object of the obsession, from the obsessed, who will stop and nothing short of destroying this person, who has hurt them so much, even though, it was the actions of the obsessed person, who drove away the object, and who actually started out, really loving the obsessed person . . . and now that I think about it, the object of the obsession, takes on the characteristics of being an object of desire for the obsessed, who has objectified the woman and now, she is not a loved person, but she is property, the man feels that he owns her, nobody else as a right to her, and any rival, will be driven from her life, and death is a total reality . . . 

High Profile Cases, Oscar Pistorius & O.J. Simpon

By way of high profile example: Olympic Champion runner, Oscar Pistorius, who was just sentenced in South Africa for shooting his girlfriend, model and attorney, also, was noted for speaking against domestic violence, just days before the alleged accident, when boyfriend, claimed that he was asleep, and girlfriend in the bathroom, thinking, it was robbers, in this high crime country, he shot through the bathroom doors, not noticing a nice, hot, warm body, that was next to him, had left to go to the bathroom . . . come on!  Not to to mention the fact that he had to be cognitive enough to get up and put his legs on, to get to the bathroom, to shoot his girlfriend!  And then you all know of O.J. Simpson, If I can't have you, no one can!  Divorce, make not difference to men who see their obsession as property, with them entitled to everything, including their lives, if necessary to keep control on them!

The Really Scary Stories Deal With the Revenge Stage, Which Involves Punishment 

I can't remember the first one, but it is the Teresa something story, this is why I have to take notes!  If you go into true crimes movies on YouTube, this genre of movies, dealing with stalking, domestic violence, obsession, will all come up together, in kind of a smorgasbord of choices, once you get into one of them, so if you can find one of these, you will find the others.  Okay, I know, the one, that I related to the most, and reminded me the most of Brett, and gave some really good psychological and telling information, was called, A Dangerous Affair, with a psychologist in the movie, telling the victim, about what was happening to her.

I recognized what the therapist was telling the victim, who was so confused, only dating this man, who happened to be as charming, handsome, with a body very similar, charisma, but nuts, that I knew, but hadn't thought of since I wrote the cop part of the domestic violence manual, dealing with stalking, or consciously factored into my current situation, and that is the revenge stage, where I realized I was, in this relationship of ghosts, spooks, spies, agents, their allies, that has stolen everything from me, including my children and grandchildren, three men have been murdered, who dared like me, one being murdered September 1, 2014, so fresh, and something I thought would never happen again, although, I feared it might, but the attraction, had not ever gone to any physical contact, but it was very definitely there.

Love Transformed to Hate . . . You Have Given Me Scars So Deep, They Will Never Heal

There seems to be no limit to the revenge, retaliation and retribution, of these, now collective body of powerful men, very much, taking on a fascist element of do whatever it takes, with no exceptions and no limits . . . there is nothing too sacred, so as not to be considered fair game . . . all property taken, all claim to my life's work, destruction of all relationships, isolating me more and more, going after friends who would help, plus controlling and watching all means of travel, escape, and public transportation, being continually eliminated, like a boxing in . . . with the punishment for causing him/them pain by leaving him/them, and their pursuit has escalated from jail, to death . . . a symbolic word, I forgot to mention, yesterday, that came up in the Flathead Beacon, was "Diegel" . . . that was some one's last name, but after the "tikrit" with law enforcement complication involved in the obsession, stemming from long before I even met Brett, Frank, Michael, Tony, and in retrospect, even Jerry, all with law enforcement connections, and federal, if I have guessed right, so jail has been a reality, and this time, with the Shelby, surveillance, tracking, stalking and stake out, the retaliation, will not only include jail, which has happened twice, unconstitutionally, and with no charges, the obsession has escalated to death . . . die jail or once they get me in jail, I will be murdered!

In the movie, A Dangerous Affair, a former cop, turned private investigator, offers his services, to the professional woman, who is hiding from this obsessed lover, and he is cocky and confident, that he can handle the obsessed idiot, who, then turns around and frames the PI, knowing that he likes the woman, so he the old flame, fuels the fire for the new, one, knowing full well, he will take the bait, goes to the restaurant, that the pair, newly attracted to each other are at, in a place that they don't expect Mr. Obsession to show up at, and when the old lover, of only three weeks, it can only take an introduction or not even that, shows up at the dinner, unexpectedly, without warning, offering, what appears to be a ring box, the new guy goes ape shit, and punches out the other, obsessed crafty, rival, while he smiles on the floor, after calling the cops . . . he does this several times, just baiting and lying to the cops, neutralizing the guardian, and now love interest, leaving the woman, or object of this other guys affection, alone, and vulnerable . . . she takes matters in her hands, and finally tricks him, runs from him, is forced into a self defense situation, and shoots the asshole, and kills him . . . often, it gets to that point, sadly.

Obsessed Spies, With Satellite Access, Don't Make Fun Ex-Boyfriends or Husbands

Before this point, when the private investigator, a cool guy, who kind of just volunteers his services, later in more than one way, and the woman, are out on the town, with the stalker watching, and following them, there is a street sign, that read, Arizona, which has significance to me, knowing that I am being watched, as if my imaginary boyfriend, and a sign for a great escape for me, is a red, older Jeep . . . with that driving down the street, about the time the obsessed guy gets shot.  And on the door of one of the movies, is the word, Beacon, which had the words, tikrit and diegel . . . indicating to me, that there was another great escape, and the outcome of this capture would, most likely have been fatal!

Sad to say, I found, that the only way, that I could get an obsessed lover under control, is to not reject them . . . taking the source of the fuel out of the fire . . . there is something deep seeded in this type of relationship, an abandonment issue with a mother, former high school love, something unique to just this couple, the guy has often had normal relationships before, or maybe has just not been rejected.  But the only time this guy, drops his relentless pursuit of this woman, a professional woman, much like myself, who sees few men, she actually likes, or respects, preferring to remain single, or in may case, basically single, but for some circumstances beyond my control, but related, like being poisoned, cut up, forced homelessness, or whatever, and every once in a while, I think it sounds good to have someone to watch the sunset with, or make love to, or go for a ride, and do more than listen to music, in the beautiful fall afternoons in the mountains, or someone I just want, which is rare than to just look at as eye candy . . . so, rejection, just comes with the territory, and throws a lot of guys, who are basically pursued by other women, equally as attractive, but not as much of a challenge; therefore, the high octane is missing, but hard as it is, the woman, at least has to fake it long enough, to make the guy chill out, so she can get control of the situation . . . and as this and the other stories, show, these guys are smart, often elude the cops, can follow to other states, and in may situation, have surveillance tools, buddies in the local, state, and national battering system, even on the bully pulpit, or the bench as in the case with judges, with access to phones, computers, etc., so as to never lose contact, mine appears to be 24/7, with someone asking me yesterday, as before, if I think that I have a chip in me . . . I saw the word, Doodlebugged . . . that may lightly describe what I think happened with my third husband!

There is a guy, mentioned on the cover of the Daily Inter Lake, a Montana Highway Trooper, who has the name, Rick Mehring . . . Me Hell Ring!  LOL!  Let's assume the guy, I like, were to like me back, and it went to the point of marriage, which, he is one in 40,000, of course that is including women, in the population, but a rare breed, of man, that I would actually like to get to know, and let's say, he was a cop, with what I have written, given, the cops, universal, hard on for me, just to get rid of me, any guy, even entertaining, getting to know me, let alone, marry me, would definitely feel like this, sorry, just the way, my symbolically wired, brainiac, cranium on steroids works!  Some guys reading this is going to say, oh, hell NO ring . . . and if he is a cop, fuck NO, no ring!  LOL!  Like my son said, Mom, you just are not marriageable material, my daughter has agreed in that conclusion, after watching me over the years, and I am coming to the idea, not a new one, that I am pretty damn happy single, and that is a good thing, because, any man dealing with me, enters at his own risk, I can't recommend it in good conscience, whether I want to or not!  I consider this fair warning, as if, he doesn't see the signs already, this is not, no ordinary girl!  LOL!

The Irony of the Men I Am Dealing With, I They are the Ones, Who Would Say . . . Don't Hate Me Because I Am Beautiful!

This is an interesting and very bizarre twist, in the dynamics of this game of power couple matching, that the guys, FBI, CIA, Interpol, and others have started, is that, I truly believe that many of these guys, who are now getting older, probably fell in love with me, back in about 1997, starting with asset forfeiture, a huge power stroke, giving a blow, in 27 states, to guys, who are fucking into power . . . and I was 140 lbs., sexy, smart, dressed like dynamite, great hair, make-up, and totally into protecting the U.S. and state constitutions, which, newsflash was my power!  When you are dealing in the world of law, there are more weighty laws than others, all are not created equal; therefore, when, always siding with the supreme law of the land . . . in this game of kings and queens, I fucking, ALWAYS WIN!  Or you should!  They are emissaries and believers in an inferior, if not totally unconstitutional law, the Patriot Act, that violates the letter and spirit of the Constitution, and it totally repugnant, therefore, it is void as a matter of law, it should be automatically be done away with!  

You lose as a matter of law!  So, there is a complete bludgeoning, that happens, on top of the love gone bad, the increase in weight, which they hate, but they keep trying to make me jealous, with other women, who they could never be obsessed over, because, lesser women than me, are enamored by these powerful men, feel lucky to be hanging with them, when I am a totally different story, I have beaten them, challenged them, have risen to the top of every segment of law, or related fields, and I can still, bloody their fucking faces, because, they fail, to see that I am not doing what I do, for sex, for love, for honor, prestige, money, but I am doing it, just because, that is what I took and oath to do, and I believe it is the saving grace of this country!  They just don't get my motives, because theirs are disingenuous, and my motives are pure! 

So, the very thing, that might attract me to them, having been matched by the FBI Dating Service, is that they tend to attract, match, meet, insight love, respect, admiration even, for accomplishments, education, work experience, but when push comes to shove, the internal guts of the love is hollow, because, while like is attracted to like, there is an underlying repulsion, because, they believe in fascism, power, control, abuse, no rights, and I believe in freedom, liberty, and rights . . . at the very most base level, we are polar opposites with eventual outcome and goals, being light years apart, and that will eventually play out, making me an enemy, and the reverse, true also, the the end games could not be further apart . . . and it is a zero sum game.  Therefore, looks, degrees, pedigrees, power, money, property, all the things that float these other females money digging boats, does absolutely nothing for me . . . the rejection enters, and game on . . . with fucking huge stakes, like a war between two visions of American, BEARCATS or MWraps anyone?

So, with a trophy husband(s), who all the women want, rejection from a lesser version of me, than back in 1997 to 2000, is particularly painful . . . I beat their politics, their minds, their hearts, and their souls, because they sold out their oaths, and I never did, never will . . . these men, brag about the number of women they have fucked, and the number of women who have fucked them, is a big fat zero, until they meet the likes of me, who is driven by principles, concepts, constitutions, and I will admit power, where we all hook up, and that is far superior to penises, pussies, and perks!  I always beat them down the stretch, because, I always take the high road, and they, know it.  Nothing hurts more than someone you have known about, get a chance to be with, even being extremely attracted, with sex always on the table of possibilities, but being rejected, due to fundamental differences, in beliefs, destroying, what on the surface, for all intents and purposes, should be a rockin' relationship, the new power couple!

Macro-cosmic Relationships--With Massive Ramifications

Now, most women, will deal with a single man, involving maybe a community of first responders, who are trained to deal with obsession, rejection, stalking, escalation, punishment, and revenge . . . but few understand or get the scope of what I am dealing with, nor the ramifications, the eventual outcomes, the stakes, the egos, the hubris, the far reaching effects of this, seemingly inconsequential relationship, of this, basically homeless woman, without money for a Diet Coke, today, basically, just trying to stay alive, while she is striving to save the country!  And the ambitions are even more far reaching than that, save the world, which I listed on my resume, under personal interests, when applying for the staff attorney position, with the Utah Prosecution Counsel, Criminal Enforcement Division, dropping my ass, right in the middle of the power players of the state of Utah, that is connected into the power brokers in Washington, D.C., through Mormon Church connections, and infiltration by the Mormon Mafia.

If, the Department of Justice, were to file a RICO charge or lawsuit, against my enemies, the association, which is a necessary element of the mob type crimes, or patterns of criminal activities, racketeering, money laundering, conversion of property . . . has been carried out, they would have to sue the Mormon Church!  Not those good people, the great neighbors, with the amazing families, like Dick and Helen or Jean Southwick, certainly not, with Sue and Kev on missions, over 150 extended family members, pillars of society, except that JoAnn . . . just the one, who put the family on the radar screen, in oh, so many ways, with two jealous parents, and 7 envious siblings, no, it can't be . . . well she is homeless, was suppose to die, has been to the behavioral health units, doesn't have a license, doesn't even have a car . . . what's up with that, all part of the punishment and revenge, not only of obsessed men, but an obsessed family, with many of the same stages of this type relationship.  

Mormons, Republicans, one world order freaks, the love of war and military complexes, big business, the us vs. them mentality, the 47%, Mitt's thoughts are the thoughts of the whole fucking Mormon Church . . . I know with Brett, and many of the men in the movies last night, they were abused as children, well the Mormon Church, symbolically, was an abused church, with extermination orders from Governor Boggs, of either Missouri or Illinois, can't remember, the death of a tragic hero, first prophet, Joseph Smith, the fight with the United States, which is still raging, wanting a theocracy, not a indirect democracy, with not separation of church and state, the power hunger, abused men, can exert their wishes, their sex drives, and unlimited passions, in unlimited sex, through polygamy, which fuels the fires of extremism, for in the current Mormon doctrine, woman are destroyed, if they will not go along with polygamy and 10 other virgins, and they are the entity to bear the vessels of the children of men!  

Going right along with the war on women, the fight over the reproductive rights of women, the killing of abortion, the curtailment of birth control, the backlash against feminism, that the propogation of the male seed, is all powerful, filling the man's quiver with arrows, or symbolic of children, it feeds into both sexism and racism, it is the white females, who get abortions, some minorities, who have been held down, can't afford them, and thus, the illegal aliens, are taking over the nation, soon, the white male patriarchal system that came over with the Mayflower, and those puritans, with women, subject to men, if going down the tubes, new demographics are encroaching on this nation, they are changing the vote, the power is shifting, the young millenniums, don't buy all this bull shit, and thank God for students, like those who protested in Egypt, in Hong Kong, in Bozeman, Montana, raging against the war machines that are rolling out on the streets of America . . .

This is a Family Feud, that is Playing Out on a World Screen

This is a battle of ideologies, of religion, of politics, of monumental proportions, a battle for the hearts and minds, not only of Americans, but of the world citizens, freedom vs. tyranny!  My name has been synonymous, with the United States Constitution, and state constitutions, for 20 years, even before that, from 1990/91, when, I scored the highest, as far as I know of the 180 BYU law students, who had the eye of the government, with Mormons taking over the intelligence communities, government agencies, the military, and possibly with a plan hatched, now that I mention it with key players, like Senator Orin Hatch, working from behind the scenes to further the Mormon agenda, that blends so nicely with the Bush agenda, the Skull & Bones agenda, the agenda of Wall Street, with the world banking headquarters in London, the Brits, the Germans, who claim the war was never lost . . . Hitler, may have lost, but the war is not over, the war for world domination, making America, a third world, country, therefore, controllable, as never before, bringing it down to the level of prosperity of the rest of the world, or just becoming an average country, which has never been the case, from its inception with, even Mormon scripture, stating that the Constitution, that many believe to be inspired by God, even Mormons, who seem so at odds with me, therefore, at odds with the Constitution, believe, that it is also, for all mankind!

Now, if this were the case, with a focus on the ideals of the Constitution and America, I would, totally be on board, but they, the male contingency, or the good ole' boy system, or the patriarchy, are not mature enough, nor secure enough, to deal with a woman like me, nor a fat woman, who beat the living hell out them and their fucked up policies and politics, preferring women, like Sarah Palin, Michelle Bachman, or Rachel Soutwick Hickey-Mooseman, aka, Joann Secrist, intended to be confused with JoAnn S. Secrist, or even be her, in the minds of the Republicans, Mormons, Mittites, who are really right in line with, Muslims, because, they both want, will die, and would strap a bomb to themselves, either literally or figuratively, to get that pussy!  Or those 10 to 70 promised wives, which, God hated starting with Sarah, the wife of Abraham, the source of discord between Israel and Palestine, finding David and Solomon, in Mormon scripture, having wives and concubines, and abomination . . . don't know how the book that allegedly will get you closer to God than any other book, just misses that point with the men and the stupid women, who are their own worst enemies!

Just remember, it is a universal, male attribute, to always want the female you can't get . . . case in point, King David, still wanted, lusted after, and had, Bathsheba, after seeing her taking a bath, this is the fallen male condition, get over it!  No, men, who are this mindset, fucking and literally, while attracted, hate women like me!

GET OVER IT!

P.S., Talk about obsession, there is this young, very young guy, sitting in the booth across the room, in McDonald's, who doesn't have any food, has been sitting there for at least an hour, totally staring at me, and almost unabashedly doesn't look away . . . he is watching me type this, and my thoughts go to the fact that he is either a confidential informant for the cops, who are pissed about me exposing the lack of reason for a BearCat or MWrap, especially, with a daily written report, on the types of crimes, that we have around here, with little explanation, for just how to deploy the armored vehicle, and under what circumstances, would justify, this military presence on the streets of Kalispell, or surrounding areas, or the kid is just obsessed!  I have caught him looking at me, non-stop . . . so what is up, like I am old enough to be his mother and then some!  Whatever . . . fact is stranger than fiction!

REAL--SCARY HALLOWEEN STORIES . . . PAIN SO GOOD, LOVE AT FIRST HEAT . . . HEATWAVE, TRICK-OR-TREAT, ALL HOLLOWS DAY, SCARED JACK-O-LANTERNS,SHIVERING WITH FRIGHT ON FRONT PORCH; DROP DEAD GORGEOUS, VISIT FROM FRIEND CONNECTED TO SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT, LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO COME THROUGH THE DOORS AT MCDONALD'S, THE IDENTIFIER . . . ROOMIES BALKING AT ME COMING HOME LAST NIGHT, COPS STALKING ME UNTIL 12 MIDNIGHT--DITCHING BEHIND BUILDINGS, TRAILERS--SITTING ON SMOKING STOOLS, DRACULA'S FANGS ARE DRIPPING WITH BLOOD, WEREWOLVES AROUND EACH CORNER, WITCHES & WARLOCKS STIRRING BOILING CAULDRONS, OF SNAKES, FROGS, WORMS, CRICKETS, TROUBLE, TROUBLE, BOILING DOUBLES . . . A CRUEL NIGHT TONIGHT! GIVEN THE CHOICE, I'LL TAKE THE TREAT TONIGHT! LOL! SHOULD VELY INTERESTING, DR. FRANKENSTEIN!

Pimple on Tongue, Ticking Heat Vents

I planned on writing about my fun high school days, scaring the whole Bountiful High football team, along with a few close, drill team, accomplices, willing to be scared to death along with the guys . . . taking the boys of fall, up, behind the Farmington Cemetery, up a dirt road, about a mile, with plenty of time to scare the shit out of the boys' club, with tales from the crypt, mixing imagination with the reality of the spooky place, with the road winding up to the witch's house, forcing adventurous teens, getting more and more frightened with each step, grabbing friends, arms gripped, locked, or pushing each other toward, old creepy animal sheds, not knowing what night horrors could jump out at them, allowing little more than a crack of a twig, to send them scurrying in different directions, the October, harvest moon, showing just enough wicked structures, that may have held untold tales of tortured animals, possibly used for blood sacrifices by the witch, who allegedly killed her husband and son, hanging them from the gnarly twisted burned tree, just outside the front of the house, with a strange wishing well, strange and ungodly circles of decorative color tile, indicating some type of ritualistic ceremonies, this throwback from the Salem witches, maybe a daughter of one burned, drowned, or hung . . . black rod iron, gates, leading to the basement of the house, moon exposing a large field, leading straight to the mountains behind the bizarre house, blank fields open and wild, mountains that seemed to jet straight up into the midnight sky, touching the clouds, reaching for the moon, for some type of solace, and recompense, for the gory fight, that must have ensued prior to the hangings, maybe a dinner, laced with arsenic, a potion, poisoned, clubbed, tricked, a spell . . . I warn the team and the drill girls, of the contents in the house, the broken glass, crackling like the the witch herself . . . and the words on the ancient walls, with the words . . . help, I'm dying you PIGS!

But, those days of fantasy, chills, and night thrills, pale in comparison to the real, scary Halloween realities, I face daily . . . and yes, help, I'm dying you pigs, still applies!  As the innocent, is pursued, while predators, daily stalking their prey, live hits, perpetrated by both male and female, assassins in a creed for power, money, influence, greed, prestige, using a special terror of their own, often hidden behind badges of alleged justice, protection, service, really, just badges of betrayal, knowing full well, identities, of their prey and the protected, full of lies, deceit, secret horrors, of intimidation, threats, stalking, and the reality of sanctioned, sought after, and excuse for murder, without merit, cause, justification, other than ill gotten gain, unjust enrichment, fraudulent transfer of name, real, personal and intellectual property, using the local, state and national battery systems--cops, prosecutors, judges, to pursue, chase, trail, track, arrest, jail, invade, intrude, and fight for inequities, unjustifiable lies, working for perks, power, pussy, prestige . . . perfect fraud!  With little or no concern for laws, regulations, rules, constitutions, class, honesty, integrity, preferring wrong to right, illusions to truth, and aiding and abetting crime syndicates, mafia, patterns of criminal activity, money laundering, gifts, bribes, favoritism, promoting insiders, and even killing whistle blowers, patriots, the loyal, the good, the honest, and the right . . . with fascist mantras of do whatever it takes, without limits or exception . . . all for the almighty pussy and penis, or sex!  Down right archaic, debased, barbaric, and ugly.

Classic Battle Lines of Good & Evil . . . Divine Intel . . . the Good, the Bad & the Ugly!

A guy, just came in wearing sun glasses, trying to act, nonchalant, innocuous, and unnoticeable, and keeps looking outside, much like Georgeanna Hartung, the former clients, who just happened to show up at McDs, coming right to where I hangout, wearing a bright orange and black shirt, with the saying, DROP DEATH GORGEOUS, with the symbolic black gloves, and straining to look this way or that, as if she was expecting someone, a cop, someone, to identify me, so they can do their thing, whatever it is they have planned, not going unnoticed by her former attorney/friend, who has never seen her here in two months or more . . . and at other times, having her show up, looking for me, it seems, by saying, Oh, here you are, or showing up, just days after I started working out at the Summit Health Center, calling me out to the front desk, and her standing in bleachers, wearing a Santa hat, and looking for me, when I didn't come up to the desk, and with several other fed looking people walking around the pool area, totally out of place . . . she, as well as her son, David, turned cop snitches, with her husband getting community service washing sheriff's vehicles, for the 4th or 5th DUI, after crashing his car in a ditch out in Kila . . . he would have been in prison, in Utah, or at least when I was the assistant attorney general over all the DUIs for the DMV . . . special treatment, for George's daughter, Tabitha, who was a deputy sheriff for 7 years, just the way things work around here! The Darrows and the Hartung's, much like the pioneer stock of southern Utah, old family names, dating back to early settlement days, smoking marijuana without a care, charges of $5,000, just up and disappearing, or light community service in exchange for what?  Heads up, something is up!  Thanks for the warning God!

Heat . . . Pimple . . . Heat

The night I spent with federal agents next to me, at the hospital in Shelby, ditching out, while they were staking out the restrooms across the hall, leaving at 3:00 a.m., there was another, symbolic incident to alert me, that the heat is on me, as if I didn't already notice, with the undercover cop dining with me at Kow Loons in Shelby, a truck, not so stealth, following me down the main street, to the Wells Fargo ATM, driving into the empty parking lot, across the street, going up, doing a U turn . . . nice aerial sign, and coming back out, another truck picked up the trail, with the agents following me to the hospital.  At first I thought, that I was fine, and didn't need to worry, since they had not come in the chapel by 12 midnight, but, usually, the normal drill for the hospital, in that room at least, is that the heat coming from the heaters, turns off at midnight . . . but that night, the heat never turned off!  

Thanks for the warning . . . continuing on with that thought, as I sat in the reclining chair, watching my true crimes movies on YouTube, free, staying at John's house, where I am paying to couch surf, never knowing how long I can stay, or how long I will be left alone, generally not more than a few days, max two weeks, without taking off around the state, or to another state, is the norm, but, I noticed a small bump on my tongue, that seemed to have developed out of nowhere, with oral intrusion, I wondered, if there was some significance, warning, or sign, that my Intel guy was trying to let me know what was up . . . while watching the first part of my movie at Super One, getting warm by the fire, until I noticed this guy, who I know damn well is assigned to rat me out, whenever I am at that store, with some little nerdy clerk, giving me strange looks before this guy showed up, he is called Cowboy, not the one who used to set up the Republican Pachyderm Club meetings, but, a more distinguished, older gentleman, with a dry sense of humor, and sometimes has either a grand kid or a kid, with him . . . but, he is another one of the local pod squad along with Georgeanna, Dave, DJ, under Jack Strode's direction, who are always signs of trouble . . . he shows up, if I am there in the mornings, afternoons, or evenings, just popping up out of the blue, he showed, and looked suspicious, so I left, went over to Taco Johns, and started to read the Flathead Beacon, still wondering what shit the cops were up to now?  

My Intel Guy . . . often gives me symbolic words, in the texts of the material I am reading, as he did last night, when I was thinking about what I had written in the last few blogs, and I ran across a word, as I thought about the exposure of the BearCats or the MWraps, the armored vehicles that are wasting tax payer's money, making them pay for the cops, to stop protecting and serving you, militarizing and protecting themselves against you!  As that thought crossed my mind, the work, tikrit . . . showed up, strange word, and not one I have seen before, and don't remember the context, but it did seem to fit in this situation, hell, yeah the cops are ticked, right . . . about filling in the possibilities of actually using these, really ever . . . unless, you have a lock down in Evergreen at an elementary school, where a couple was fighting in a car, which is not illegal, with the cops, blocking off all the streets surrounding the school, using the BearCat, or the whatever the Kalispell version of the armored money pit, is called, along with SWAT vehicles, and riot gear, and you don't think this is a bit of over kill?

Old School Smarts, Talking Down, No Contact . . . Not Deadly Force! 

In Utah, several years ago, because they have more money, people, thus tax payer waste, there were two domestic violence situations, that the boys and their toys showed up to, full military gear, tanks, helmets, camoflauge uniforms, and both alleged, stand offs with the cops, turned deadly . . . both guys were killed for having a fight with their wives, not wanting the cops intruding on their personal lives, one guy went from the street and the car with his wife, in hot topic conversation, that he didn't want to stop, so the couple moved in the house, which appeared to be, what, a standoff, with the militarized cops, getting a chance to use their new tanks, clothes, rifles, and helmets, and they, using a no-knock warrant, exigent circumstances, I guess, used a battering ram, if I remember, and shot the guy!  That was in Eureka, and the other domestic dispute, that ended up with the cops using deadly force, in Davis County, they even brought in new robots, they got from the Homeland Security Catalogue!  Really, the old fashioned guys, who didn't have millions in federal grants, actually, just talked the guy or gal out of the fight, and if they resisted, or there were signs of violence, they arrested them, gave them no contact orders for 24 hours, or longer . . . but they just handled the situation, respecting the Castle Doctrine, this is this guy/gal's castle, and I am an intruder, in their personal and private space! 

Tick Right . . . John's Heater, Woke Me Up At 5:00 A.M., Ticking Away

John and I have been friends for about just over a year, and I have spent time at his house, since last winter, when it was fucking freezing outside, and I had just paid David Russo rent to couch surf at his trailer, with the same limitations on my short stays, but with the necessity of a place to lay my head, and once paid, this baby brother of the former deputy sheriff, who calls the cops at the drop of a hat, may be undercover himself, threatened to call the sheriff, for some reason, I think because I had asked him, after being gone a month, and showing up again, if the frat house, with naked maids and swinging sex parties, would rather have me find another place to live . . . no, then the day I paid, Dave either got drunk, or something, but threatened to call the cops, and I said, go ahead, and I will insist you give me my rent back . . . I think he was given the assignment of taking my money, then kicking me out, or acting like an ass, knowing I have zero tolerance for asses, and would leave, with cops hoping I would die in the frigid and brutal weather . . . John came and picked me up and saved my ass from freezing with no where to go, being pissed as hell at Dave, for asking him, the night before I paid if he just wanted the guys at the trailer . . . so, what I am trying to say, is that I know the drill at his apartment too, with the heater, and this heater, was tick, ticking away, leading me to believe, that the cops that were tracking me last night, were even more ticked this morning, so forgoing the morning shower, I followed the warning, not really knowing the roomies and whether they are undercover cops, very likely . . . so I split, and headed to McDs.  

Go figure, the other part of the mom/son spy team and rat pack, showed up out of the night, plopping her ass down across the table, acting like this is just part of the norm, kind of like her showing up at Wally's world last week, making statements, like, you are still here, huh, or showing up to the Summit pool, or wherever else, she and Dave, who showed up, just before I left for Shelby, last week . . . all red flags go off, every time these two clowns show up!  Trouble, Trouble!  These two sheriff connected dip shits, have tried this clown show for at least a year, and have failed miserably . . . but I have to give them the old college try!  I think each time they fail, they get more determined to succeed the next time, LOL!  Like I am not totally aware of this shit . . . really, boring.  But, there is not a day, that goes by, that I don't have to be on 100% alert, through one threat or another.  I was just wondering if someone told George to wear the shirt, as a threat . . . Drop Dead Gorgeous, and as I left the restrooms here on Idaho Street at the Big McDs, there as a truck in the parking lot, that said, PAPE . . . Applied Materials!  

My dad or PA or in some other language, PAPE, is one of the major players, and a paid hit, is not out of his purview of menu choices, having offered at one time, to send the Polynesian mafia to take care of an obsessed and unwanted boyfriends who was causing me trouble . . . with good old dad, having been one of the originals, along with Shelley, Brett, and Kay Baby, stealing my life, wanting any daughter, but this one, who became an attorney, like he wanted to become, and then, after a near death experience, family planning at its best, saved financial planners and CPAs, for the SEC, state and federal level, through constitutional protections, making them look at their investigations and administrative subpoena's, different, they are not, warrants, as demanded in the Constitution and investigators don't get to download computer hard-drives without a warrant, probable cause, a judges signature, oath and affirmation, listing with specificity what they are looking for, and not some bull shit, letter, regulators and investigators are using in place of a warrant, or writing themselves, then going on fishing expeditions to find alleged fraud!  My father and daddy's little girl, Shelley, spent, seven years, hanging out together, while he was hiding from the SEC and she was having her 4th illegitimate kid, out of wedlock . . . first hubby, doubts even the first kid was his, got that last year!

Family Plot Has Two Meaning . . . One a Plan, the Other a Burial Plan, in a Cemetery!  

This family plot was hatched a long time ago . . . they just needed Bret and Kay to help!  And with a shit load of money from my son, Elliot's band, God's Revolver . . . Hard Rock Band of 2008, coming on the heels of Brett meeting my two son's and hearing the talent, testing in on NPR, with 350,000 hits, just for a kid jamming on the guitar in his bedroom, easy surveillance, and pump a test run, holy shit, sign Isaac, Shelley's son up, as El, and get a fake band, and steal the bank!  Same patterns, still steel!  Last night, about the time the spies showed up, I was watching a movie, a true crime movie, where a boyfriend or a look a like, for a boyfriend, who allegedly murdered his girlfriend, the daughter of a wealthy couple, a second marriage, with step-dad, working with the doubles or look a likes, involved in the plot, and actually killing the boyfriend, but a look a like for the beloved daughter, working with the crooks, shows up on the very day, that a new part of an ocean front park is being named for the dead daughter, with the look a like, moving in on mother's hopes that her dead daughter is channeling through the look a like, bring her comfort from her dead child, and guidance as to what happened to the daughter, with boyfriend, not hubby being the one blamed for the murder, and him disappearing . . . but spies showed up, and I couldn't find the movie again . . . but, the cops are suspicious, having handled the case, and they ride the double . . . who is convincing more and more people, she is actually the daughter, or it looked that way . . .

Double, Double, Toil & Trouble . . . The Three Witches in MacBeth!

But, my sister, Rachel, 7  years younger than myself, lived in Shaumberg or Shamberg is more like it, Illinois, at the same time I lived in downtown Chicago, and it never failed, when we, who have very similar bubbly personalities, both blond, both blue eyes, even though she is 3 to 4 inches taller, and now extremely better enhanced through surgery, was always considered, or thought to be my twin!  That was in the summer of 1992, and Rachel was pregnant with her second child, Matthew, and I was just heading into my last year of law school . . . did that give the family ideas, and as my career, and resume, notoriety, and contributions mounted, not only in the law, but in teaching at three universities, and having a son, kicking out CDs and his band rockin, did they, la familia, work a trade with the government, with daddy and daughter Shelley, being investigated by the same people I sued, or listed as defendants, entertain, the identity switch way back . . . I thought that maybe after I was poisoned, with Shelley a biologist, connections with the Attorney General's Office, and dad, the Gov. Leavitt, family friends, with Dixie, and Shelley and David, born the same day, in the same hospital, plans were firming up and I challenged cops and prosecutors, with associations with the big guys, at the state level, getting more and more pissed, with Rachel, a flight attendant, going to visit both of my daughters, when they had children, as did Sue and Grandma . . . was that with malicious intent, that down the road, they could claim, that Rachel, or Sue, were actually the new grandmas, as it appears now?  Dastardly deeds, and real scary, Halloween stories!

Pimped Out Armored Militarized Vehicles & the Pimple or Bump on My Tongue

I almost forgot the pimple or bump, that appeared on my tongue as I sat up, unable to sleep, the new addition to my tongue, that I hadn't noticed before, and that is missing this morning, did get my attention, and always looking for reasons, answers, thoughts and inspiration, if not downright signs, through symbolic representation, I thought about the root word of pimp . . . and remembered that I had mentioned in my blog on the militarized armored vehicles, that now grace the hollowed streets of Kalispell, Great Falls, and Bozeman, that I said a pimped out version of the BearCat or MWrap, would cost another $50,000!  To adding "tikrit" to "pimp", equals, they are ticked off at the fact that I said, the pimped out versions would cost more, to the tax payers, to get all the possible bells and whistles.  Somehow, comparing armored vehicles to low rider, rap singing, cop hater, pimped out rides, must have pissed the cops off even more than just ratting them out!  Anyway, God moves in mysterious ways, and fact is stranger than fiction!

Scared Jack-O-Lanterns on the Front Porch

As I left John's house, on Glenwood, remembering a cop car, slowly, coming out of the Gateway Mall, right at the time I was walking home from Taco Johns, taking my time, thinking that DJ had guests, of the excuse to try to get me to sleep somewhere other than at John's house, who is just the guy in the middle, who is the messenger, between the parties living in the house, with Shannon, Greg and John, wanting me to get rid of DJ the only non-paying resident of the place, with neighbors complaining, allegedly, at just the time Shannon and Greg want to get rid of him, that they are going to report him to the management, so he needs to go . . . politics makes strange bedfellows even in a small groups, with the couple, getting a letter a month or so ago, giving them 30 days to clean up their act, or they were out, and trespassing beyond that, which was the kick in the ass that they needed, great people, but things were going down hill, so the letter worked, and now, they wanted the squatter who had taken over the entire front room, never leaves, and has stuff spilling out of the apartment to the landing, bugging the hell, or allegedly so, with the neighbor threatening to call management, and getting John and them kicked out before winter . . . but, I never felt right, after seeing that DJ cleaned the house, just that day . . .  privy to surveillance?  

My gut, told me this was a planned plot, most likely with Shelley, Greg, Shannon, and maybe DJ, if he is undercover, showed up, out of the blue too, but I realized that if I bought the alleged threat, that they could then use the same one on me, or DJ would complain that I, also am just a guest too, but I am paying rent, but management could be used to get me out, kill two birds with one stone . . . and vindictive roomies, who teamed with DJ, now that it is clean, to get rid of me, after paying . . . but that all going on, with John, the real name on the rent, and a long term tenant, just staying out of everything, it struck me as strange that DJ, who could have just as easily, as planned, been booted out of the apartment, but for my sympathies, and feeling like I should wait, and might be being played by Shannon and Greg, who never mentioned the now mounting angry neighbors, who just as I thought, didn't do a thing in the last two days, since the entertained expulsion, but now the tables turned on me!

So with that background, cops, cops, and more cops, all friends with George and David, connected with the sheriff's department, but with local city cops, stalking me last night, with them totally slowing down at where I am staying, making me turn back down the street, and coming in the back way, behind cars and the other buildings, thinking there might be another stake out, going on . . . but as I walked down the street this morning, hours before it was light, I noticed lights dancing and flickering out of my peripheral vision, not seeing them the night before, but the two fake pumpkins, appeared to be shaking, scared, in a state of fear.  I thought, this could have several meanings . . . my sons and maybe my daughters, and probably their spouses, read my blogs, and they could have read about the close call in Shelby, that could have gone terribly wrong, with me having my ass shot, drug up and dumped over the Canadian border, just miles away, and without ID, having been confiscated from me over the last year, and with all means of getting new ID blocked, border patrol cops, or their buddies, who are all located in the Shelby area, and with the prison near, could say I was an illegal alien, trying to sneak into the USA, and shoot me, like they do the Hispanics, and nobody would know the difference between me and a Canadian, without ID . . . or, they could have hauled my ass to the nearby prison, and either detained me as an government, enemy combatant or homegrown terrorist, for forcing law enforcement to follow the U.S. Constitution, in opposition to the Patriot Act, that does away with all rights, leaving this constitutional law attorney, on a collision course, in a game of chicken, with the guys who were never trained old school, and believe it their right, their duty, and their power to take this girl back of the woodshed and give me a whipping, or just kill me!

The Really Scary Stuff is REAL . . . Worth Shaking Over

I am sure, that my children, having written about them just yesterday, and referred to Jack-O-Lanterns and Edgar Allen Poe, with them knowing full well the risks their mother is taking everyday, fighting guys and gals, not to mention family with connections to the FBI, CIA, NSA, and all the power and access to either set me up, frame me, arrest me, incarcerate me, detain me, without charge, or cause, for an indefinite amount of time, without a hearing, or any rights, or just murder me, know too well, how it feels to not have contact for a whole year, before, when I first left Utah, for fear of my life, and not wanting to expose them or cause any harm, not calling or contacting, for fear of reprisal, retribution, and retaliation!  I referred to Greta, my oldest daughter, who is going to attend the University of Montana Law School, next fall, wanting to move up now, will add some needed support, therefore, the deed needs to be done soon, with job apps and resumes flying, and a move coming at anytime, but I wished her a Happy Birthday, October 3, and referred to her as My Little Pumpkin . . . the October Baby!

We had rust or dark orange carpet, in the house, my children were raised in, in Ogden, Utah, on Eccles Avenue, and that was a time of vast study, intellectual growth, smart educational toys, reading the classics and long lofty dinner discussions between their father, who had a master's degree, and myself, getting first a bachelors, and then starting a masters, having much the same thoughts as my grandmother, former dean of women, at Southern Utah State College/University, that children are to be seen and not heard!  And overall, during a normal, nightly dinner for the first 15 years of their lives, they heard their parents discuss politics, religion, philosophy, and other enlightened discussion, therefore, the orange carpet became my sign for smart, intelligence, good decision, etc.  And pumpkins, are very much a part of my children's lives, we had a great pumpkin patch with 64 pumpkins in our garden in Provo . . . so, that is how this brain works, with only God, able to keep straight, all my colors, signs, and symbols, that have developed into a code, as complicated as the federal tax code, as my husband, and nemesis, Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart, said, knowing full well, the way my mind works, and using it to send messages, like, Drop Dead Gorgeous . . . with head stones in a cemetery, with the word, RIP, Rest in Peace . . . on the orange shirt of Georgeanna's, seeing it first thing this morning!

However, the Pumpkins on the Porch Were FAKE, JUST LIKE MY DOUBLES! 

The scared fake pumpkins, can have a double meaning for he doubles . . . these orange signs of Halloween, shaking, with flickering lights, can also mean that the fakes, for the multiples, or doubles, are scared shit-less, with the recent blogs, the Zip Trip to Shelby . . . done to ditch their sorry asses, and leave them in the dust, without time to make up the trip, with mindful motion, separating the real from the fraud broads!  I know, that for every sex crazed rogue friend of Brett's, there is a surveillance crew on my side, working to figure out what there former bosses, and possible heroes, and heroines, relying on my accomplishments to get money, power, perks and you know the drill . . . who are going after their superior up line, due to age, time on the job, experience, longevity and access, trying to get an education, with spy on spy . . . cop on cop, and agent on agent, being, not only duped by their tactics, but with the older guys, knowing the weaknesses, the follies and the typical failures of new agents, spies, and Intel.  But, the fakes, should have been arrested, but for alleged and imagined credibility through access, lies, fraud, conspiracy, collusion, and the illusion, relying on past graces and power, yet stealing it now . . . have refused to listen to me, assumed I am the criminal, fallen for twisted roots, T&A, if not preferring  . . . see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil of superior agents!

Charlie Brown, While You Are Waiting for the Great Pumpkin, Think, Second Example!  LOL!  May the Headless Horseman, Not Find You, While You Are Trick-or-Treating Tonight!