HORSES THEY RODE--BEAUTIFUL THINGS--A BEAUTIFUL COVER, DOESN'T A GOOD BOOK MAKE . . . NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS FOR THE LAST THREE YEARS HAS BEEN, BEAUTY, EXCITEMENT & ADVENTURE . . . ALTHOUGH, AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD KID, SWORE OFF POP FOR ONE YEAR, TO EARN A $500 CHECK FROM HIS PARENTS--IF AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD CAN SWEAR OFF POP FOR ONE YEAR, I CAN SWEAR OFF DIET COKE FOR ONE YEAR, AND I AM CHALLENGING ALL MY FRIENDS, WHICH WOULD INCLUDE ALL READERS, TO SWEAR OFF CIGARETTES FOR ONE YEAR, AND HELP CUT COSTS ON OBAMACARE, AND EASE TAX PAYERS MONEY, AS DOES OBESITY . . . TWO TOP KILLERS, OBESITY AND SMOKING! WE NEED TO DO OUR PARTS AS CITIZENS, AND CUT OUT WHATEVER IS HARMFUL AND HURTS OUR HEALTH, BEING RESPONSIBLE FOR OUR OWN HEALTH, NOT MAKING THE GOVERNMENT RESPONSIBLE. PEOPLE HAVE SARCASITCALLY MADE COMMENTS, SINCE PRESIDENT OBAMA OPENED TRADE AND TRAVEL WITH CUBA, SAYING, WELL, WHAT ARE WE, THE U.S.A., GETTING IN TRADE, CUBAN CIGARS? A RECENT TRIP TO CUBA, BY SOME MONTANA STATE UNIVERSITY, NURSING STUDENTS, PROVED TO BE A WONDERFUL, INSIGHTFUL, GORGEOUS EXPERIENCE, WITH SOME COMMON SENSE RESPONSED TO THE QUESTION--AT ONE CLINIC, THE VISITORS ASKED IF ABSTINENCE IS PROMOTED TO PREVENT SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED DISEASES. "THEY JUST LAUGHED" . . . "THEY SAID NOT IN THIS CULTURE. THAT WOULD NOT BE A VERY EFFECTIVE TECHNIQUE." LET RELIGION HEAL THE SPIRIT, PHYSICIANS HEAL THE BODY, THE LAW, HEAL RELATIONSHIPS . . . EACH HAS A ROLE TO PLAY IN SEX, ABSTAINING FROM SEX, AND PROTECTING OUR CHILDREN FROM SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED DISEASES; WHEN WE ARE WIRED FOR SEX, THE CUBAN RESPONSE IS THE SAFER APPROACH! START THERE AND WORK BACKWARDS!

All the Horses They Rode, Were Mine!

Least I be accused of giving credit to a cartoonist, yesterday, who wasn't actually the contributor to the Montana Standard, guessing, getting the quote about cops and citizens, both saying to each other, "I am not the enemy", in my particular situation, and I am sure, other the 580 that got shot last year by cops, I might have a response to that, like, oh, yeah, could have fooled me!  But, I attributed the cartoon, to one commonly in the newspaper, Judge, and when I checked last night, finished reading the newspaper, the artist, was actually, KIRK, of The (Toledo) Blade, email: kirk@theblade.com, if you want to thank him personally!  Sorry about that, like to keep my sources honest, unlike, the assholes, I write about daily, almost!  I am all about giving credit where credit is due, and that includes the attention getting title, leading me into this blog, Horses They Rode, is actually a novel on display, written by Sid Gustaeson, here at the Butte or Silver Bow Library--the title just seemed to say what I wanted to express.  Many times, a cool phrase, or saying, whether from McDonald's, Burger King, or a sign, like Fire & Brew, I believe that is advertising a bar, down beyond Walmart, not sure, but these, as Bill O'Reilly would say, pithy, slogans or words, that make us think, inspire me, or drive my, almost daily blog, feeding my rapacious mind, with skull candy, that leads my thoughts.

Women's Histories Matters--Force of Empires

This is a sign, in the library, on the second floor, between the computer section and the restrooms, that I will pass several times daily, when I am using the computers, and gratefully so.  I know that in the Bible, with the monks, translating, like the King James version, and earlier editions of the Bible, often, whatever had to do with women was extracted from the work, and a woman was only included in the story, as long as the story could not be told without her.  The New Testament, seems to do a little better, with I think less that a dozen or so, women mentioned, in the Old Testament, and others seen as mere chattel, or the property of their male counterparts, or their husbands . . . but, extract, Sarah, and you change the history of the Arab and Israeli history and conflicts; Rebbecca, pushing and orchestrating the fraud on Isaac, making sure that Jacob, her favorite son, got the birthright, and Isaac's son, Esau, the first born, was denied the blessings of the first born, while he was faithfully out gathering wild prey, to prepare his father's favorite meal . . . or Rachel and Leah, Rachel being the favored wife, and her two sons, Joseph and Benjamin--hell, all of Egypt may have starved, in addition to Joseph's family, had he not been sold as a slave boy, to travelers to the foreign and more powerful land.

You cannot, think for one second, that you, cops, government, family, church, the law, the bar, can extrapolate, the person, from their history and their deeds . . . if is fucking insane and stupid to try, no matter what the resources, the armies of cover, the technology, the spying and cheating; you fucking can't do it!  The only person, truly qualified to be me, if me!  Men, have simply, got to respect, the contributions, no matter how hard, embarrassing, humiliating, and disgraceful the loss to a women is; it is fucking history, and you can't rewrite it, use women interchanging bodies, substitute, exchange, swap, pawn or trade out, the real person, whether you like her, lover her body, dislike her personality, or would rather sleep with another woman, or be beaten by another women, less challenging, or someone you are sleeping with that your want to favor with the attributes . . . and this doesn't boil down to fucking national security, it boils down, to you not being about to separate the bedroom from the boardroom, grow the fuck up!  PERIOD!

My life, my story, my history, my law license, my trophies, my cases, my legislation, my contributions, my blog, not only shaped law enforcement in Utah and the nation, but made history . . . you don't get to take that away from me, because you don't agree with my politics, my religions preferences, or the size of my ass and tits!  And it is, shocking, in deed, that you tried!  WON NOT DONE!  This is not a game, an entertainment, a trial to see if you can recreate my brain, steal my story, take my children and grandchildren away from me, as you have my real, personal and intellectual property, in your mind, but, you will never, never, never, be able to ditch me.  Talking of Cuba, the CIA, decided to get involved in the politics of Cuba, the revolution, and they killed or assassinated one of the handsome revolutionary leaders, 50 years later, his statues stand in the square and he is a symbol of the fight for change, whether you agree or disagree with their stances, you did nothing but promote the very thing you were trying to curtail, as has happened with me.  There are women, who are your god-dam equals and your superiors, and you are in error, to try to ignore their histories, their lives, and their contributions, and some can't be swept under your mats, and walked on!  Learn, grow, change, evolve!

11 Year Old, A Source of Inspiration For ME!

I just wanted to make a quick note, that Jonathan Sarisky, and the article run, yesterday in the Standard, was truly inspiring, and a joy to read, think about, and hear how he did this, giving up pop for one year.  I have been hooked on Diet Coke for 15 years now, since I got poisoned, and told I was going to die, in 2000.  I took a quick visit to my sister, Rachel's house in Bellevue, Washington, for one month, and she would take me to get a Diet Coke and biscuits, at Burger Kings each morning . . . hell, I didn't even drink pop, but when I went out to dinner at a restaurant, up until I was the age of 46, when my life changed drastically, overnight, unlike diseases, a poison, can get you from the time you get in the car, and drive 5 minutes to home, and it did!  I love your resolve, your commitment, and the selling point for me, is that fact, that your mother say a big leap in the level of your self esteem.  That is a critical element you need for success in today's world, that will work, for you way beyond your pop denial, and help you in school, career, military, family life, etc.

You hear the old saying, or the show, Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?  Well, this falls in that category, are you as strong as an eleven year old, in your goal to quit Diet Coke?  Only time will tell, and you have definitely set a great standard for all of your older peers and fellows, to live up to.  That reminds me that Jonathan is from Livingston, Montana.  I have been addicted, longer than you have been alive, but, no excuses, health is health, and this needs to be done.  Just like your alcoholics, some are addicted from the first drink, and other can tolerate a lot.  It is good, I didn't get hooked on anything stronger than Diet Coke, because, I have had a helluva hard time, trying to quit, but, like I say, I think, if you can do it, than I can too.  Self esteem comes in many forms, as you can see, from my blog, I borderline, megalomaniac, some would say narcissistic, and whatever, all true, I admit, but nothing makes you feel better than looking good.  I have, as some men, have accused me, used the weigh gain, after the poisoning, as a means to keep men away, seeing fat as a feminist issue, I didn't want to be seen as a sex object, like many professional women, who deal in a very male profession, and take their jobs very serious, but in my early years as an attorney, I was able to handle the attractions, and do my job, doing exactly what I told men to do in the previous section of this blog, keep the bedroom and the boardroom, separate!

Cuban Health Care System, An Inspiration to MSU Nursing Students

I love the joy and happiness over the re-establishment of relations with Cuba, had President Kennedy, not been shot, things might have been much different, but we can't re-write that history, either.  But, I loved the Cuban people response and welcome to these American students, when they would, yell out, where are you from, and the students would respond, America--we love America!  Was what the Cubans, yelled back.  Wouldn't it be nice, if every nation on the earth, shared their successes, their failures, and respected every other countries contributions to the individual countries that we all live in, each unique, beautiful and with much to share, with the rest of the world, as does Cuba.  

I am taking this from the article entitled, MSU students witness history in Cuba, Montana Standard, page 2A, Friday, January 2, 2015.  What I think was key and what I learned from the article, or thought was best, among, very many keen observations by the students, or the writer of the article, Gail Schontzler, a writer for the Bozeman Daily Chronicle, was the fact that "Cuba's health system focuses more on preventive care, rather than on treating disease, they said.  Cuba can afford to spend only about $500 per person, compared to $5,500 per U.S. citizen.  Yet their health outcomes, in infant mortality and life expectancy, are similar or better than those in the U.S.

Everything is free, which is pretty crazy, Esland said.  From a simple checkup to triple bypass heart surgery, health care is free.  He said, equal access to health care--whether a patient is poor or better off--is the thing he like best about the Cuban system. How do we reach the goals of the preamble--a more perfect union?  General welfare, justice for all, common defense, prosperity for all?  I don't know the answers, but I do know that we all can cut down health care costs, get 6 to 8 hours of sleep, exercise, eat healthy, give up unhealthy habits, and encourage our friends, family and loved ones!  That is a start, thanks Cuba, and MSU, for sending you students down there, what a great time to go!

An Ad From Montana--Beauty, Excitement & Adventure

I was flipping through a magazine, and ran across this amazingly beautiful picture of snow capped mountains, lush vegetation, and a moose, feeding in a crystal clear lake, and with the refreshing picture, were the words, beauty, excitement and adventure.  I was just sitting at my antique desk in Parowan, Utah, finishing my beautiful things, decorating my house, and finishing the overhaul, when I saw this advertisement.  I am not sure, it was advertising Montana, but it could have.  This was at a time, that my practice was thriving, and I was handling three appeals cases, and my Supreme Court request for cert, and just digging life, getting done with Christmas, and looking forward to the new year.  I was sick of the same old resolutions, lose weight, do whatever, blah, blah, blah, boring and knowing damn well, I wasn't going to keep them anyway.  So, I decided to use these three words as my new year's resolutions.  Oh, my hell, hang on to your hat, it was not the next day, or later January 1, 2012, when three sheriffs showed up at my door, with a note from a judge who had tried to pull me into his courtroom, after, I had appealed his case, and jurisdiction was with the Utah Court of Appeals!  

I had appealed in November, and the judge set a hearing for December 17, 2011,  my birthday, actually, which made it even more disgusting and against all the rules of civil procedure!  I had informed his clerk and the judge himself, having discovered his email address, that I would not be attending the hearing, because it was, basically, not legal, constitutional, and shockingly in violation of the rules, and he, for one ought to know the rules, being a member of the Office of Administration of the Courts, Civil Procedure Section!  Like I said, always a showdown between, the constitutional law attorney, and whatever in the hell the judge was operating under, the Patriot Act?  He sure as hell was not going by the rules, period.  So, this bright and early January 1 or 2, 2012, I promptly gave a scathing discourse on the law to the sheriffs, who were actually buddies of Frank of InterPol, and NORAD retirees, retired Marine buddies of government exchange for the real, love, Allan Rex Bess--Marine, Cowboy, Biker, with a few stooges from the Iron County Sheriff's Department, who were to follow the feds, who were brought in to take this bitch down!

I had never thought of going to Montana, never been there, but the picture and the words on that ad, started to lead my paths, that seemed destined, as shortly after that I was in federal court in Salt Lake City, and there were Montana ad campaigns all over the city, on the buses, the billboards, and I was almost hit by a Montana driver, coming into a restaurant, with 200 other cars in the lot, but none of them backing into me . . . a sign, at least, started to add to my new years resolutions, of beauty, excitement and adventure . . . believe me, I have had so much fun, that, those words have driven and remained my resolutions and goals, and I have not been disappointed yet!  LOL!

Gotta Love This American Ride . . . It Has Been One Hell of a Ride!  Have a Beautiful, Exciting and Adventuresome New Year!

Early American Writer and Poet, T.S. Elliott, wrote a poem, called, Wasteland . . . making me think of the National Geographic article, Wasteland, dealing with the EPA Super Fund Cleaning Up Butte; We are were we are, the best is yet to come, and don't be, as Elliott put it, part of the walking dead!  This is an awesome town, with helluva history, which can't be ignored, re-written, or changed, but, the future is yet to be written, make your mark on history, as MSU students did in Cuba . . . Welcome Back!

WON NOT DONE--APPLIES TO OREGON CRUSHING FLORIDA, IN THE ROSE BOWL, BUT ALSO TO THE CONSTITUTION CRUSHING THE LAST EMBERS OF THE PATRIOT ACT! CARTOON BY JUDGE, FAT COP FACING JOE CITIZEN, WITH A SHARED STATEMENT--I'M NOT THE ENEMY . . . TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF WHO THE REAL ENEMY IS, IT IS THE DAMNED PATRIOT ACT, THAT WAS PASSED TO STOP TERRORISM, NOT GIVE COPS, CARTE BLANCHE POWER TO DO WHATEVER IN THE HELL THEY WANT TO TO AMERICAN CITIZENS WITH ALL THE RIGHTS, POWERS, FREEDOMS AND LIBERTY, THE FOUNDING DOCUMENT OF THIS COUNTRY, PLUS THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE--WE ARE CRUISING FOR A SHOWDOWN BETWEEN THE PATRIOT ACT BABIES AND THE CONSTITUTIONAL LAW TRAINED BABIES, OF 238 OR SO YEARS, AND BRING IT ON . . . THAT IS WHY THE COPS HARASS ME, FOLLOW ME, AND TORMENT ME, BECAUSE, I AM JUST THE TYPE ATTORNEY WHO WOULD WELCOME THE CONFRONTATION, DEMANDING A JURY OF MY PEERS, IN A SPEEDY, PUBLIC TRIAL--THAT IS WHY THEY OPERATE UNDERCOVER, COVERT, WITH LITTLE DAMN ASS SNITCHES EVEN IN RESCUE MISSIONS! GROW THE FUCK UP, IF YOU ARE NOT BRAVE ENOUGH TO BRING IN STRAIGHT ON, SHUT THE HELL UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE, I AM DOING GOOD FOR YOUR COMMUNITIES, AND YOU ARE TRYING TO BRING ME HARM! JUST LIKE SEAL TEAM SIX MEMBER, O'NEILL, FROM BUTTE, ONE OF, IN NOT THE SHOOTER, WHO BROUGHT OSAMA BIN LADEN DOWN, SPEAKING OUT, EVEN AT RISK OF EXPOSING CONFIDENTIAL AND CLASSIFIED INFORMATION ABOUT THE MISSION, WHY? BECAUSE, AS I UNDERSTAND IT, FOUR MEMBERS OF HIS TEAM, ARE DEAD, ALLEGEDLY FROM OTHER MISSIONS . . . REALLY, I KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT, WITH 25 PEOPLE DEAD, IN CONNECTION EITHER WITH MY CASES, OR TRYING TO WARN ME OF GOVERNMENT INTERFERENCE ON MY BLOG, OR IN OTHER AREAS OF MY LIFE, LATEST DEATH, SEPTEMBER 1, 2014 . . . YOU BETTER BE ABLE TO RIDE THE BULL THE FULL 8 SECONDS, OR DON'T GET ON!

Lotion in My Bed?  Are You Kidding Me?  A Bit Passive/Aggressive Wouldn't You Say?

Okay, so the other night, at the Butte Rescue Mission, I went up to my room, New Years Eve, after taking a nice soak in the great bath tube, up in the girl's dorm, yeah, kind of like college dorms, only I now have my own room, but my roommate, Mary, probably not her real name, but sister of the warden at the Billings Women's prison . . . any red flags going up?, but, earlier in the day, knowing she and her alleged husband, Bobby, were heading for warmer weather, suspiciously, able to get their federal checks, for Social Security, a few days early . . . really, out of the millions of people, on the alleged entitlement rolls, these two can just  make a phone call and get their checks deposited early?  REALLY?  Are you fucking kidding me, this was a bribe, to be expected, for anyone who aids and abets my enemies, usually tied into the local, state, or federal cop agencies, as her brother is.  She even says he is both the chief of police in Billings, the largest city in Montana, and over the women's prison; obviously, she does not know of what she speaks, and is completely ignorant of the way correctional facilities work, and city cops, under the mayor, with both jobs, being full time positions.  She is also under the assumption, that her brother, who molested her, back in the day for years, and he is over the women's prison?, is going to first run for attorney general, then lieutenant governor, than governor . . . hell, he should be in prison himself.  She said, she has been the bane of his existence, getting her jobs, at the Utah State Prison, women's section, because of nepotism, and this guy is going to run for governor. Wasn't there a guy, just last week, who was sentenced for trading cigarettes for sexual favors in the women's jail, in Montana?  I would check up on the good warden, who used, his bum ass sister, to try to set me up . . . scriptures, state, if you try to set a snare for your brother or sister, you will step in it yourself, there warden, fuck you and your sister, add the brother-in-law also, catch ya!  Not hearsay, first hand from the victim!  Call if pillow talk, warden!

You May Believe the Bull Shit of the Cops . . . Safer to Believe the Former Staff Attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council, Criminal Enforcement Division, Utah Attorney Generals Office . . . My Life, My Career, My Knowledge!

Do you really think, someone of my background, having worked with the Utah Corrections System, while an assistant attorney general, staff attorney, for the Utah Prosecution Council, a member of the Statewide Association of Prosecutors, in the Criminal Enforcement Division of the Utah Attorney Generals Office, doesn't know what the fuck I am talking about, a woman, who was there, up close and personal, while Doug Bodrero, was the hot shot, while all the growth in the prison systems were going on, the Field of Dreams Era, the golden era of, build it and they will come jails and prisons, with the Utah Legislators in on the game, of passing so many laws, that every man, woman and child was a felon twice over, before noon, statement made by former Utah Attorney General, Mark Shurtleff, now under indictment for corruption--along with Swallow, his self-appointed successor,  both looking at a possible 30 years in one of those jails or prisons, he was so anxious to build with the other boys and girls of the correctional system, who joined in the Blue, Brown, and Black brother/sisterhood, of cops, to poison me, because I would have beaten both Mark, Frank, and Reed Richards for Utah Attorney General, and would have been the cops boss, has no fucking idea how the system really works!  

I GUESS, MARY, THE WARDEN'S ABUSED SISTER, KNOWS MY BODY BETTER THAN, MY THIRD HUSBAND, WHO POINTED IT OUT, OR MYSELF?  I AM SURE THE X-RAYS OF THE MCDONALD BROTHERS, ONE IN HEBER CITY, UTAH, WHO PERFORMED THE DIRTY DEED, AND HIS BROTHER, KENT, IN ST. GEORGE WHO EXAMINED ME, WITH MY FATHER, WHO PROBABLY ORDERED IT DONE, MADE SURE THE MUTILATION WAS COMPLETE . . . A SIMPLE EXAM MIGHT PROVE EVERYTING!

Good God, what a dumb bitch . . . she didn't believe me, even on the female circumcision, the boys, inflicted, on me, because she knows my body so much better than my third husband, the one who discovered the mutilation, after I took 9 federal agents and investigators out for violation of physicians, constitutional and regulatory rights, under Medicaid and Medicare investigations for up-coding and fraud on their billing systems . . . guess, they, three thousand, plus doctors, the most educated in the state, just up and offer their general counsel position to dumb female attorneys, who did some whoop ass on them up ant the Utah Legislature, taking them down on reporting, patients, who show up in their offices, with signs of domestic violence . . . know, you whatever, not worth saying the word, for some who is working with a brother who molested her, and doesn't have a brain, herself, and is pissed that her and the local cops under the direction of the feds, or Utah, that would be the Mormon Mafia, with cops inside a lot of Montana police departments, the pool of those who can easily be bribed, lovers of lies, and  liars, with 6 women claiming to be me . . . and, why in the hell are the surveillance cameras off at the mission?  No, I fucking don't know a god-damn thing about this stuff, that is why, they want to get me where nobody knows I am, rather than take me on by actually, constitutionally siting me with a crime, which if I have ever committed one, it is through a little no-no, of cops, through ENTRAPMENT!  Tricking someone into a difficult situation, making them commit a crime, they normally would not have done, given, not being put in that situation, or confronted with those sets of circumstances . . . harassment, trespass, spying on me without a warrant, intimidation, stalking, now, those are all crimes we can hang our hats on boys, the 7 cops, who pulled up in front of the Library the first day I was in town, another one parked behind, Guy, who took me and Nick to the Library, day before New Years . . . wonder how they knew, this loan traveler, was in town--the two or three attempted hits, in Vegas, didn't work, so follow me to Butte?

Seriously, I want a show down, but you are all too chicken shit to do it right, giving me rights, serving me notice, part of due process, you know those pesky little things we call  an information, that inform a citizen what the charges against them are . . . and a right to a hearing, a jury trial, sentencing, and the whole shebang, of those entitlements, cops, prosecutors and judges hate  now days, lazy asses, working under the auspice of the Patriot Act, that  make a cops, FBI, CIA, other cops, judge, jury and executioner, another guy was shot by cops in Montana, yesterday . . . it is getting to be a daily thing here, we don't care about no damn protesters, we get to kill at will, nobody has rights, and we leave, no witnesses, to say that the guy didn't try to turn his vehicle on the officer, so he shot . . . killed a 20 year old yesterday, get used to it, this is the way it is going down, but fucking don't turn on us, you poor little cops with the guns the badges and a whole system to protect your sorry asses!  Oh, and I almost forgot, you get that two weeks, administrative leave, really two weeks vacation if you gun someone down . . . shit, did the cop want a few more days, extension on his New Years vacation?

Sorry, I Forgot About the Lotion, So Childish!  LOL!  Payback is a Bitch!

Mary, the Nazi spy for the cops, inside the Poverello, before I went to Vegas, and now in the Rescue Mission, and another connection, Tanner, his father is a U.S. Marshal . . . another red flag, can't bet my life on these, but, too many snitches, too many rats, too many bribes, to turn a blind eye to the cop connections, but Mary, definitely has the cop mentality, the day before the lotion incident, and all had gone well, friends, like two college roommates, until the night before, she was to leave . . . still believes, that a beautiful cover, makes a good book, my sister, is me . . . LOL, she could write a blog if her fucking life depended on it, and Shelley, big sis, who Google gives access to my one account fits all, is  probably writing madly to replace this blog, with a nicer on, protecting the ratz, snitchez, and bull shit of the cops, the cops gal, Monday, helping her steal my identity since 2000!  So, I saw Mary, on several occasions in Missoula, before her and Bobby got kicked out, probably for being a fucking pain in the ass, writing people up all the time, visions of power past, from her Utah State women's prison days, most likely, but she was pissed off, that the staff, didn't kick, this chick named, Crystal out, having kicker her husband out, earlier that day, and someone, Mary had a fight with the first day she was there, so bad blood, and payback . . . Mary and warden brother didn't count on the likes of me . . . but, she wanted Crystal, who was hanging around, the day before New Years, kicked out in sub-zero temperatures of 28 below . . . the cops, no bend, don't worry about anyone's life but a cops, and I had seen her write up notes, had gone in the office four times, was even offered, allegedly a job, which I am sure with the early payment on her federal entitlement money, two days early, was even less appealing than normal . . . but she had a run in with Stan the man, who was not involved, was on the late shift, and was under the impression that Crystal was not kicked out.

I generally, like to stay out of the drama, anywhere I am, short term visitor, and can leave at any time, but this time, since, Mary was entertaining the idea, or had been offered a position, and I like Stan, and feel for anyone, who might be out in this brutal cold, and willing to be reasonable, not a common trait with cops, but I would bend the rules because I believe in the constitutional hierarchy of life, liberty and property, life is to be protected at all counts, and I wanted to compliment the cops, in Great Falls, who actually took a stab in his leg, and still apprehended the person, in a domestic dispute, who handled the situation, the good old fashioned cop way, putting yourself in harms way, trained, to serve and protect life, rather than shoot, to defend yourself . . . what the fuck are we paying you for, to kill us, if you think a blink of the eye, is worthy of death?  But anyway, he got the job done, won't get administrative leave, but did it right, sorry you got hurt, and they didn't release his name, because I am sure the mantra is, kill first, make up a viable excuse, and keep killing, the protesters will eventually give up and go home . . . but good job, Officer Cool!  Thanks for doing what cops do best, protect the health, safety and welfare of the citizens, even if they are suicidal or there is a domestic dispute, good job!

INDIAN GIVER ON THE LOTION, MY BLANKETS, TOTALLY WET, WITH LOTION, LOTION, GONE . . . LOL!  PROVES SHE LOST, I WIN!  LOL!

So, earlier in the day, Mary is trying to get Crystal kicked out, she gives me this big ass plastic bottle of Jergen's Lotion, that the Rescue Mission, actually gave her, because, she has limited space in her bags, and backpack, so basically, she is dumping something, she no longer wants to haul around, but a nice gesture, anyway.  In the morning, I used in on my legs, and put it up on myself, with my stuff.  So, that night, I tell her, I think she would be a great director, if that is what was offered, and her work at the prison, plus the compassion, I saw her extend to mini-mouse, 65 year old boy wonder, I wrote about, we sent to Billings to make it their problem, and she is overall a very nice person, but I told her, that I like to stay out of staff business, and it is their decision to do with Crystal what they deem best, given their particular goals with her and her husband, it is a rescue mission, not a prison; therefore, staff, might have options, that might be better, given their long term goals, for helping, rather than hurting, and following Christ's example, of forgiveness of petty infractions of the rules, etc.

Often, when Mary and I, who both go to bed early, will wake at the same time in the night, and sometime talk, like college girls, telling our lives, stories, and fun insights into about anything.  We both awoke as usual, and I am just making light conversation, but this time, she jumps all over me.  My thought, was, she must not have slept well, or she was pissed, that I actually corrected the correctional officer!  I was in the middle of the night, so I easily went back to sleep.  In the morning, I went to take and early morning shower, and when I got back, she had packed up and left for the morning, and taken some of her shit, possibly leaving that day.  I told her I would  miss her, and wished that her and Bobby would stay . . . but, I realize that it is her life, and her/his decision, and I wish them the best.  So, I come down at breakfast, and do my normal, sit by Mary and Bobby, not thinking anything is wrong, not knowing that this former correction officer, with a brother a warden, I guess the power struggle, was like a tea pot ready to blow off steam!  

All of the sudden, out of the blue, while Nick, a young Italian, transplant--sits down and starts to ask me about my tales of woe, carrying on from the night before, story time, with Nick mesmerized by my law stories, and cases, and my wild life of the last three years, since being sworn in to the United States Supreme Court Bar, not to be confused with the Montana or Utah Supreme Court, having been chased coast to coast, north to south, east to west, leaving Kalispell, Montana, two days before Christmas, and going 6 states, with cops on my ass, in every state, but, being scared shitless, when my bags were stolen outside of Martinez, California, where two cops were called, and when they heard my name, being the attorney who sued the Utah cops, and going to the San Quentin Prison, representing, David Morgan, which could have been a billion dollar civil rights case against the California Correctional System, and they knew it, the cops were traumatized by me, would not watch my purse, so I could check the train, one more time, and freaked out, saying I was invading their space, and to back off, whenever I would get close!  LOL!  Constitutional Law Attorneys, like me, can scare the hell out of the cops, mention, hello, a 1983 civil right suit, and you might as well, have shot them in the heart! 

I do believe, Mary, who, had been put in her place, having told mini-mouse, that he was going straight to hell, not her call, I don't think, but, Nick, jumped her case, and he is kind of the kid, with 5 mothers, but, she was a bit jealous, with Nick, who always sits with a certain group of long timers at the mission, came and sat by me, while we joked.  Mary, all of the sudden, says, oh, I think you are being paranoid JoAnn . . . hell, yeah, I am paranoid and so is Navy SEAL O'Neill, who has seen four of his comrades in arms, end up dead, with him being raked over the coals by the military, allegedly for telling top secret details of the SEAL 6 mission, when bodies start to drop, you go for cover!  And I am not bull shitting you!  O'Neill, has one chance to stay alive, and that is doing exactly what he is doing!  PERIOD!  Go watch the movie, Paranoia . . .  with Tantum O'Neill, wow, talk about symbolic, he is an MIT student, and being wined and dined, actually purchased, to do the companies bidding.  He discovers that the company is killing, not only his former buddies from MIT, or another company, left behind, not cool enough, or good looking enough, and realizes, he is in over his head, and gets out of the situation . . .  Yeah, I guess, taking 8 years of my life, cutting my clit off, and stealing everything I own, shutting down my law practice, stealing my contingency fees, trying to claim my son's music, and my kids and grand kids, and killing me, without due process of law, or equal protection, taking out one client after another, bringing in government doubles, for my dead I Corp Marine Husband, and 6 for myself; I am scared for my life, you fucking kunt!  

I didn't say, that but, she knew better than to go on  . . . with my finger, in this rat ass bitches face, even her loser, rat ass husband, in on the gig, was quiet.  Earlier, James Kennedy, a hell, yeah, one of the 51 cousins, and nephews of President John Kennedy, and Bobby, whom I have defended, loved, and tried to expose their enemies, came tripping through the door, the night before, with us, hitting it off, and him, looking like the Marlboro Man, and Easy Rider, all rolled into one, had come in a greeted me, and I don't think Bobby, nor Mary, was up for what might have happened, if a living, breathing, relative, of the true American Royalty, fuck those Bushes, what in the hell have they done for this country?  I told James, we had a common enemy, the BUSHES!  They fucked his family, they are for the British, the one world order, the world bankers, and they fucked the United States Constitution!  I am sure, had I even given Bobby a thought, which I didn't, if he had, tried to defend his loser, wife, who knows jack shit about my life, other than, what the bribers, might have told her, or the cops, big time bad ass, Jame Kennedy, would  have been all over Bobby, like King Kong on shit!  

They both, shut the hell up, and rightly so, I would not more claim to know, some one's life, that fly to the moon, but that is one characteristic, I think I hate most about cops, they have not fucking boundaries, between you and them!  You are merely, and extension of them, that is why they can take your personal, intellectual, real property, without due process and equal protection . . . they think they are fucking above the law!  I don't think the protesters are going away this time, not this time! Officials right and left are going down for corruption, and it is about time, not business as usual, not this time . . . so, I laughed, and said, yeah, I guess it is time for you two to go . . . Mary, had made that statement minutes earlier, and she had walked away, I turned to Bobby and said that, nostrils flaring!  LOL!  I was just agreeing with her, LOL!  How do you defend the indefensible?  YOU FUCKING DON'T . . . 

So, I take off to the Library with Nick and Guy, but cops park their sorry ass squad car behind us . . . probably got a text, that things didn't go as planned, probably were going to stage a fight with me, hot tempered as I am, and get me kicked out, and it about came to blows, she just came short of calling me a liar, on the circumcision thing, I will submitted, with all my ex-sisters, who are JoAnn, wanna be's, and ex-friends, ex-attorneys, who also want to be, me without paying the price to be me, and we will all have a clitoris x-ray, and compare, that should clear up things, you see, I don't do dildos,  nor do myself, therefore, I was in the dark about my mutilation--and five years later, I think you are creative enough, to figure out how my third husband, who is in on this whole thing, but was frustrated, when the big Italian stud, couldn't get his wife off . . . I was in denial for a long time--I was still thinking I was dying at the time, although looking back, connecting the dots, the docs, the father, the fresh blood, not during a period, when I came out of a pill overdose, yes, a suicide attempt, thank God, I took, time released pills, don't ever think, the bigger they are, the harder they don't fall . . . but, I was out for three days, and that is when they did it, around November of 2000, if I remember, but I am sure the medical records will not reflect the mutilations, but I wrote an award winning article on female circumcision, for the BYU Law Journal, published, and I am sure, when the little, Mormon Mafia, tied in directly to the FBI and CIA, who created a docee' (spelling, not close enough for spell check, lol!) on me, this gave them a great idea!  Let's try this on her!  What the fuck will they think of next, those creative fucks!

Lotion Missing . . . Surprise, Surprise . . . But the Wet Bed, I Knew I Was Thinking About James, Having Just Left Him, But This Was A Bit Much!  LOL!

Yeah, I could do a Kennedy . . . oh, yeah, turns me on just to think about it, but panties are one thing, and a totally wet bed are another.  I sat on the bed, and it was this, kind of dull wet--the damage was done on the underneath side of the blankets, sick and twisted, and I wondered,  never dreaming that little Mary, quite contrary, would take the Jergen's lotion, and soak my bed in it . . . LOL!  I pulled back my sheets, and it was sticky, wet, but smelled great, so, what the hell, my pants, need a bit of freshening, and washing out my underwear, generally go to Wally's World and get a new roll of 7, to last until I need them again, but money is short--the double whammy, Christmas and Vegas, and I would rather write my blog than go to Walmart, and I don't have money anyway, so washing out my underwear, no Victoria Secrets here, LOL, is a nightly ritual, so, I appreciated, the extra scented sticky stuff, making me smell better in the morning, as I lay there pondering the inanely juvenile mind, that would do such a high school, or at best college prank, to pay me back for her basically calling me a liar!  LOL!  

I am smart enough, to use the rules of Texas Hold'em, with my temper, I am cutting, can be verbally abusive when called upon to put someone in their place, and my words cut like a knife, which, I am sure this, blog will do, and it is intended to cause all the mental anguish, and verbally assassinate my enemies, causing all the damage it can, to those dumb enough to try to take down one of the few, the chosen, who will actually put their lives, their fortune, their families, their everything on the line, to make this wonderful country of ours, the jealousy of the world, with our rights, we could be getting caned under Shiria law, like the woman, being hit for wearing clothes the elders don't think appropriate, or sequestered to our homes, denied the very basic right of education, like the women in Indonesia, or those under ISIS or ISIL, the sick fucks, who can't control their women through love, so they lower themselves to violence, try the New Testament and Christ, a man who hates his wife, hates himself . . . shove your stupid, archaic, dumb ass laws, replaced by Christ who always, always, always tried to elevate women in man's eyes!  

Nick, my little, buddy, who was born in the Ukraine, adopted to an American and an Italian, lived in Italy, but came here to go to some youth ranch up in Eureka, just this morning, was asking me how to create a blog, we discussed possible blogspot names and titles, and I told him to tell how he got to America, what were the challenges, the ups and downs, and he said, as he has traveled all over the world, that kids are so jealous, that he gets to be in America!  I asked him if he ever wants to go back to Italy, he said, not just no, but hell, NO!  He loves it here, and plans on staying.  We don't  know what we have, we are willing to steal, lie, cheat, to put down, the American prophets, and prophetesses, who would lead the way, keeping rights, freedoms, liberties, powers, and options open . . . as singer Bob Marley, said, AMERICA, STOP KILLING YOUR PROPHETS, written, after the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, and U.S. Attorney, Bobby Kennedy, being gunned down, like animals, while the intelligence community, former presidents and passed FBI, watched the CIA, gun down our future! 

It has been 50 or so years, since Kennedy was gunned down, as fresh in my mind today, as that day in 3rd, grade, when someone ran out to the playground, at Valley View Elementary, in Bountiful, Utah, saying, help the President's been shot with a rubber band, not grasping the concept, of what that entailed, one of the darkest spots in American history . . . I wish I could talk James Kennedy into running, I would be his Hillary . . . a Kennedy, would beat a Clinton and a Bush, anytime, any day! 

The Butte Rescue Mission is Not Failing . . . I Am Reading the Bible In Its Entirety, Mary Gained A Testimony of Christ, Changing Others . . . We Are Not Worshiping Baal or the God of the Old Testament and Yahoo, or  Whatever the King of Israel's Name Was . . . We Are Growing And Changing!  RELAX!

Leaving You With a Scripture From Exodus Chapter 18:17 . . . Jethro, the Father-in-Law of Moses, I Seeing That He is Getting Burned Out, Mediating Disputes Among the Children of Israel, and He Suggests Moses, Get Some Other Men to Share the Burden . . . I Find it Interesting the Type of Men he Suggests Selecting . . . But select from all the people some capable, honest men who fear God and hate bribes!  (NTL)

Have a More Holy New Year! 

  

ROUGH RIDERS AT THE BUTTE RESCUE MISSION--SONS OF LIBERTY, WASTELAND--SPENDING THE EPA SUPERFUND IN BUTTE; BRAGGIN-ON-BUTTE--TWICE A MONTH, UPDATES, ON MINERAL AND MINING HISTORY OF THE WORLD'S LARGEST COPPER MINE, AND RAGIN' TIMES IN THE QUEENS CITY--NEW MINI-SERIES, BUYING AND SELLING HIGH-END HOMES IN MONTANA; NEXT TREASURE IN THE TREASURE STATE, STATE PARKS, NOT JUST A SPEED BUMP TO NATIONAL PARKS, GLACIER & YELLOWSTONE--A CARVING ON MEDICINE ROCK, OF A COWBOY'S SWEETHEART, OVER 100 YEARS OLD . . . BUTTE LOST, BUTTE FOUND, HISTORY OF AMERICA, REDISCOVER AMERICA, THROUGH DISCOVERY OF BUTTE! MOST LIQOUR LICENCES PER CAPITA THAN ANY OTHER MONTANA TOWN, HEADING INTO THE BIGGEST PARTY IN MONTANA, BIGGER THAN CHRISTMAS, I HEAR, ST. PADDY'S DAY!

Norman Rockwell, My Irish Lookin' Rocker, Affection for the Irish . . . Especially, Red-Heads!

I, while being a visitor to Butte, for a few weeks, have an affinity for the Irish, because my last child, Elliot, is a red-head, and as wild as any Irish miner, being the bass guitarist for (Old School) Parallax, God's Revolver--Rock Band of 2008, and Maraloka, and he has a new band in the working.  Check out the wild antics of my youngest son.  The whole time I was pregnant with Elliot, I had a picture of Norman Rockwell, in my mind, the one with the little red-haired boy, overalls, holding a frog in one hand and a yo yo in the next, looking as mischievous, with that little grin and freckles.  

The day, he was born, I could see the little peach fuzz on the top of his head, and knew, God had granted me my wish.  I read of Esau in the Bible, he was red and hairy . . . that is Elliot, and he is even forgiving of his brother, Jacob for stealing his birthright, greeting him with open arms, and refusing payment for land, giving him anything he wants.  It took Elliot, 21 years to get mad enough at his big brother, who tortured him, as big brothers do, and finally at the urging of his friend, blasted big bro in the lip and gave him a fat lip.  He is, however, making up, for those years of oppression under his brother's control, and when on a nationwide tour, with God's Revolver, he finally took his drummer's drums, and smashed it over his head.  Big time talent, Elliot called the laziest band in America!

Elliot is also a kick ass artist, taking after his grandfather who used to design covers for the old Ma Bell, who had a monopoly on the telephone industry, until deregulation came.  But in 7th grade, or there about, Elliot, drew a wicked looking Leprechaun for St. Patrick's Day, so cool, really showed, almost the faces of the paintings of the miners, around these parts.  Even the guy, in the Montana Standard, reminding people to be safe, in this weather, had a bad ass look!  Maybe I can get my whiskey slamming son, to come up, and I would love to have him play at the Butte Folk Fest, the bus driver, told me, he and the other buses, shuttled, 68,000 riders, over the three day festival, back and forth to the concert venues!

Ghosts of Miners Past, Present & Future . . . Entertainment is Free!

On Christmas Day, one of the staff, or kitchen help, went into the food pantry, that was next to me, making me move my chair.  After the staff came out, but not locking the door, with the pad lock as usual, I moved my chair back in front of the closed, or I thought, closed door.  All of the sudden the door, kind of opened, as if, someone was trying to get out, but decided, they needed something else . . . I figured that there must have been two guys go in, rather than the one that just came out.  A few minutes later, the door opened, rather significantly, again, making me wonder, if I was blocking someone from coming out of the door, so, I waited, and nothing happened, the door returned to the shut position.  Then I thought I heard someone in there, and finally, decided to end the mystery, and just open the door, to see who was playing games with me.  I opened the door, and yelled, who is in hear, do you need to get out?  Nothing . . . 

I turned to my table mates, and said, you have a ghost here in the Butte Rescue Mission!  Back when my little rocker was a baby in the early 80's, we had a ghost in our home, and so did several other of our friends who lived in the downtown, Ogden, Utah area.  The Ogden Standard Examiner, around Halloween, I think, contacted several of us, and asked to interview us on the specters in our homes, and have us tell our stories.  Now, I don't think it helped that I read the Amityville Horror, book, the night before I moved in to this house, that was about 60 years old, when we bought it.  But, others in my family, without me saying much, soon had tales of their own, to substantiate the night terrors I was feeling. 

That same day at the rescue mission, when I mentioned the ghost, several people, that I consider, stable, well thought and spoken individuals, who lost their homes and ranches, during the 2008, housing and mortgage crisis, where the banks got bailed out for stealing our houses, collecting mortgage insurance, fees, fines, and got the TARP money to boot, told of there experiences with the ghost.  My roommate, said, she wakes up in the night, with the female ghost standing over her head . . . I am just feet away, across the room, I told her not to wake me.  Another guy, Steve a vet, of standing and note, just passing through Butte, said he has seen a male ghost on several occasions.  My old Marine, English Professor, Dr. Grove, when I had ghosts, and actually wrote an English research paper on the reality of spirits, with unresolved business, in this world can't pass to the other side, until this issue is resolved.  His son was studying to be a parapsychologist, and work solving murders, for the cops.  He told me that my 60 year old house was the perfect age, former residents, not long gone, could still be lingering in the halls of my house.

EVERYONE FROM THE EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR TO THE RESIDENTS, WAS POSSESSED WITH THE RAUCOUS, ROWDY, RIOTOUS SPIRITS OF THE OLD MINERS!

I got to the Butte Rescue Mission, December 23, 2014, after a quick trip from Kalispell to Las Vegas, gone bad, planning on at least a 6 month stay, and landed, on purpose in Butte, having wanted to check out the history, for a long time, and now seemed to be the time.  Everyone was on their best behavior, trying to make things nice for the holidays, for those who were away from family, friends, and loved ones, and the Mission, did a great job, with the help of the Whitehall Church, who prepared a great dinner, brought a guitar, singers, and printed copies of Christmas Carols, for all to join in, then a great Christmas message, dinner and presents, love the new socks!  But, there was one guy, in particular on Christmas Day who pitched in and really took Christmas serious, cleaned the floors, the tables, put Christmas table cloths on, changed into a red dress shirt, and a shiny green tie, and brought in a stack of Christmas videos for all of us to enjoy over the next few days.

This guys face, is rough and tough, and he looks, almost exactly like the face, on the tire store, or the one I mentioned, before you get to McDonald's, with a snowman, a bull dog, a miner, and Santa Claus.  He is also the one, who, when I asked about when church was, told me about two possible churches that I could attend on Sunday, the ones he attended!  Okay, so everything was all calm and cool, Christmas Day, love, peace, and all is well with the world, even the next day, was great.  But that ghost of a miner passed, who most likely was a patron of the Pissers Palace, a bar up in Walkerville, or might have been one of the faces on the Covellite theater, with the happy face and the sad face, or Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide, possessed, not just this happy Christmas Elf, but took over the whole damn place!

TIMELINE FOR THE AFTER CHRISTMAS MELT-DOWN

Butte, has a history, like none other, when it comes to explosive growth, boom towns, and crash . . . we kind of experienced that in a three day period at the Mission, that was not, necessarily bad to me, but really the best reality TV you can get!  LOL!  I want to understand the mentality, the direct DNA, that created the Gilded Age in, not only Butte, but in America.  Like I said, I love colorful people, the men, especially, are a phenomena to me, having come from, vanilla, Mormon, Utah, where the men are domesticated, most of them, tame, docile, and just plain sneaky, back stabbers . . . I am a straight shooter, and I dig men that are too, not to mention, old fashioned men, who will stand up for a woman's honor!  So, there was nothing offensive, in what I am about to point out; it may have been different had there been violence, but there were checks and balances going on all over the room, in the dining hall.  And by the way, I feel, staying at the BRU, that I am coming about as close as I can get to actually, experiencing, the old boarding houses, that had to keep the reins, in on a testosterone, teeming town of rough riders!  LOL!

I don't know, if you have read, Mark Twain's, Rough Riders, stories of his own travels, out west, with one of the funniest pictures I have ever seen, with Mormon Prophet, Brigham Young, in a cartoon, in the middle of a big ass bed, with all 27 of his wives!  LOL!  I think that may be the only picture in the book, but worth checking out!  I do believe that I read, in the book, Lost Butte, by Richard Gibons, that Mark Twain, actually stopped in Butte, or maybe, that was earlier, Brigham Young and the alleged, saints, landed in the Sal Lake Valley, July 24, 1847, and I don't think the Copper Kings, got the ball rolling in Butte, until around 1860, but maybe, time frame is not that far off?  Anyway, rough riders, would be a very accurate description for some of the boys and girls, who are frequenting the rescue mission, in fact, the other night, when it was -28 below, three, crazy youngsters, a little too hopped up on alcohol, a big no, no, were sent away, and slept out in their friend's backyard!  I am talking tough!  The same frozen who scoffed at the minimum wage in Montana being raised to $8.05, with an increase of $6, or what they called a hamburger with cheese on it, that is the difference!

EVERYONE LOVES A GOOD FIGHT . . . PLAY BY PLAY!

So, our good Christmas Elf, from two days before, is just bitching and moaning about everything.  Someone, an older female in the room, tries to quiet him down a bit, so the rest of us, can enjoy the general peace of the night.  He doesn't stop, and just continues to grade on people's nerves, who are a bit fried, from the joy and the stress of the season anyway.  He is grumbling under his breath.  So finally, an very respected, and leader in the mission, older Indian chick, has had enough, and gets up and slams her hands down on the table near, the grumpy elf of Snow White's seven dwarfs, and said, that is enough!  Mr. Tough guy, sleep out in the cold, stood up and very calmly told the CE, he should not talk to women that way . . . several people who know him, told him, it is okay, just back off.  CE, continues, and under his breath, I think, called the woman, or another one who also, stepped in to cool the tempers that were just brewing under the surface, and referred to one of them, as a bitch, I think.  Another guy from across the room, who I thought was a bit of a wimp, due to seeing him show up in pajama bottoms, and kissing his wife's ass, while she was chasing him away, got, slowly into the mix, and said, I have heard enough . . . that didn't seem to dissuade CE.

Faster than you could say, Jack Flash, his guy was up on the tables, across two of them, and had CE, down on the floor, on his knees, with his fist cocked, ready to blast him in the face.  And, the guy's wife, thankfully, to the rest of us, who were still in shock and couldn't move, rushed over and grabbed her husband's arm and begged him to stop.  And, luckily, he did!  There was no blood shed, but all of us, were a bit taken back by the speed, the agility, the defense of a woman's honor, and setting this guy straight that there are men in this room, who are just not going to tolerate his belligerent bull shit!  The rest of the night was quit calm.

SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE'S GOT!  WINK, SMILE

The next day, I was sitting by my Irish, roommate, who is introducing me to Butte, the Irish temperament, history of the town, and other insights, for this new comer, and she turns to me, and smiled a sly smile, and said, when we were discussing the incident from the night before, I thought it was sexy . . . so did I, I confessed.  I told her I was shocked, that this was the guy who light footed across two tables, so fast, because I saw him with his wife the day before, and he didn't strike me as strong at all.  She said, oh, that is the way the Irish men are, they are putty with their wives!  I told her I was glad that his wife came and stopped him, because, I think she was the only one he would have listened to.  Again, she smile and said, She knows what she's got . . . and my friend's husband is just the same, several days later, and four foot, Irishman, an old vet, dropped into the mission, and drove everyone crazy for a few days, until we could ship him off to Billings . . . good luck!  But, my friend, used to working around miners, and the Irish, at the M & M bar, had to break up fights, about four a night, she used to carry a baseball bat, with razors cut in it, and she would tell the boys to take the fight outside, or she was going to us her bat with razors on them . . . they all took it outside!  LOL!  

But, my friend, decided, that she could handle mini-mouse, with about 10 guys in the mission, ready to kill him the first they laid eyes on him, obnoxious as he was, but as time wore on, and her nerves, plus her husband's nerves, started to get fried, she made some remark, I called them the M & J, comedy team, because all I could do was laugh at everything the two said to each other . . . but he finally crossed the line, and called her a whore, and hubby jumped up so fast, right next to me, and his nostrils flaring like a bull, until, I grabbed his arm, and he thought for a second, that jail was not where he wanted to be, but, mini-mouse apologized, and all was pretty calm, at least for awhile, but we all knew he was a short timer!  Hubby, used to be a semi-famous jokey, was just one race short of going to the Kentucky Derby!  He is a bad ass also, but he is 65, and it is nice to know, that even the fighting Irish grow older and mature!  LOL!

Oh, yeah, this is about as close as I am going to get, to a re-enactment of the old mining camps, the mess halls, the tempers, the valor, the honor . . . and glad to get this experience; I could  not get it in any other way!  This is up close and personal!  A whole different world than this little pencil pusher, back generations, is used to.  Thanks, I couldn't be having more fun!  And things are looking up, around the mission, a very handsome, rough and rowdy, dropped in the other night, fun, fun, fun . . . LOL!  Brains against brawl, we will see who wins!  Both of us, I hope!  If you know what I mean . . .

Spending the Super Fund . . . How Do You Eat an Elephant?  One Bite or One Bottle at a Time!

I had this great idea, since the town fathers and mothers are asking for people in the Butte and Anaconda area to help spend the EPA super fund, clean up money, so it makes the most difference, and just thought, I might, if I can, as an outsider, and new to the area, but not new to the issues, of what the Anaconda Mining Company did to Butte, and surrounding areas, when the company just up and closed a company town.  So, you remember, back in the Reagan era, when it was another recession, only I think worse than the last one, we just were not as connected, with other countries, back in the day, when me and my husband were trying to purchase our first home in Ogden, Utah, the haunted one, and we had to buy it on contract, because to finance the purchase through the bank, would have been a 22 percent interest rate, back in the late 70's, early 80's.  But, I remember someone, selling Pet Rocks, and becoming an overnight millionaire, on such a stupid idea.  This is kind of along those lines, but not that stupid, I don't do stupid well.

Okay, so you have this big ass toxic pit full of contaminated water.  You can't drain it, ship it, or dispose of it, without fucking up, the other water supplies in the area; therefore, why not, just bottle it, and sell the water, one bottle at a time.  Now, being a lawyer, I know, you are screaming, LIABILITY, for selling toxic waste water.  But, everyone of us, have toxic materials, under our kitchen sinks, right now.  You come up with a clever, label, maybe, capitalize on the Canadian Snow Geese, that landed in the fog, on the Berkeley Pit, and merge that with the ever popular, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, who were created and morphed, due to being spawned, if I remember from when my boys, loved the Turtles, thirty years ago, and have a local artist draw a amped up muscular, toxic born snow goose!  As your attorney, put a huge label on the back, with the sign of poison, the old skull and cross bones, indicating warning and danger, so parents, store the novelty item high, in a prominent place, as a gag gift, from the largest super fund clean up in the history of America . . . somewhere around, $400 million, nobody said, you can't make money while you are cleaning up the environment, and you can market Butte, what a better reminder of the safety measures all companies need to take, before polluting the environment, and it would make a great conversation piece!

A MOVIE OF CLARK & DALY, COPPER KING CORRUPTION . . . LESSONS FOR MODERN DAY, KOCH AND DARK MONEY!

Everyone, at least in Montana, hates the United States Supreme Court ruling in Citizens United, what happened back in the day, is just as relevant now, as dark money campaign contributions and campaign money laundering schemes, of the modern day Copper Kings, or the Koch brothers, who have at least 40 plus, organizations, who they are laundering money through, to vetted and selected elections, and too many times, they don't know that these groups stand for, nor do they take responsibility for what legislation they are proposing, and what other wing nut and asinine shit, they are trying to either promote, or what rights they are trying to take away!  

 MSNBC, Rachel Maddow, as bad as smart chick, was called under fire by the Koch brother attorneys, and the station was threatened with a lawsuit, the station, just scoffed at, you want corporate, free speech, that cuts both ways, boys, with the money.  But, Rachel's researchers, got an overview, or big picture of the complicated mess, of organizations, that were really not considering themselves, PACs or Political Action Committees, but squirrelled their way, as something different, when in reality, that is exactly what they were, but they were under cover, or doing covert stuff, pushing dumb ass candidates, and bull shit issues.  When called on the carpet for it, the poor Koch brother, billionaires, wanted to distance themselves from the organizations they were funding, saying they were unaware of their acts, of treason and sedition, to use the terms the striking miners in Butte were charged and prosecuted with!

Congress and other state legislatures, are trying desperately to clean up and minimize the damage of the Citizens United ruling, making corporations people, entitled to free speech, doing away with the idea of "one person, one vote" of earlier rulings!  We may not be able to entirely stop dark money from coming into the state campaigns, but we can expose them!  A simpler time, back in the day, may make the point, and help other states, elected officials, legislatures, stop the flow of dark money, into campaigns.  Just the other day, there was an article, that came in defense of the Koch brothers, and said, that in the groups that have to reports . . . . distinguish that from those organizations who don't have to report, the devil's is in the details, and you will see that more money through PACs came from Democrats, or better said, the Democrats played by the rules, reported, were called what they were, and reported, not so for those the Koch brothers are funding and harboring, if you will!

Sons of Liberty, Wasteland, Braggin-on-Butte, New HGTV Mini-Series 

Last year, about 10,000 new residents moved to Montana!  I was there the summer, they got their millionth person . . . this place is wide open, and all it is cracked up to be, in the new mini-series, about buying and selling high end homes in Montana, I think airing the first of the series on New Years Day, the last statement made by a couple from Utah, transplanting to Montana, is this place is different.  I would say, that the locals, love it so much, that they really don't want other people here . . . go home, Montana is closed, are the types of bumper stickers, you will see around these parts, but along with new comers, comes growth, prosperity, diversity, new opportunities, and hopefully, change in a good way, and homogenization, if you will.  As a Constitutional Law Attorney, I am so grateful, that Montana stayed off the map or radar screen, so to say, because, they are so much more pure, and closer to the basics, of rights, liberty, freedom, and they value it very much, and it needs to stay that way, and be a shining beacon on the light of America, and the world!

I hope I don't get run out of the state for that last statement, but, this place is different, untainted, by the fucking Patriot Act, and maybe that is because of so many military and veterans, either first or second in the country for per capita per population . . . not a bad statistic to have.  Just this morning, I was talking to an old Vet, and he said, we have guns, and we have a higher percentage of patriotic people here, the Patriot Act can't survive.  He also said he was not afraid to use his name, Guy, don't know the last, but he is associated with the Butte Rescue Mission, and a smart guy, fun to talk to!  And that leads me to my next thought, and I hope this announcement is not to late, but there is a new TV series, called Sons of Liberty, about Paul Revere and other revolutionaries, who were a group of rag-tag patriots, who were brave enough to take on the British Empire, with all its power, resources, and world properties . . . and to rub it in, this band of rough riders, might be considered, SONS OF ANARCHY!   Nothing short of a miracle, and something that every American school child, parent, and citizen should know, the history of this great country!

Back to the Pit, Wasteland, is I believe, that last issue, December of 2014, in the National Geographic, and it is covering the super funds, some of the EPA hot spots, and Butte is one of them, and actually has a positive slant, as the article in the Montana Standard, in their new bi-monthly series, BRAGGIN-ON-BUTTE, with a professor at the Montana School of Mining and Minerals, I think it is called, stated.  So for all you guys and gals, who are fascinated with old school Butte, and want to come find your pot of gold at the end of an Irish rainbow, O ye, Lads and Lassies, stay tuned to a guy who really knows what he is talking about!  You could pull the newspaper online, and check in the last week, or just watch for the title to appear, flag is as a site to watch.  I think that about covers it.

Movie Stars of Note, Who Have Literally Left Their Seed, Floating Around Butte!

Before I forget, I just wanted to mention, that Charlie Chaplin, loved Butte, and loved the Butte women, and allegedly, left many of his children, or pregnant women, after each visit.  My friend saw this in a documentary on Charlie.  But he came here often, and I believe was run out on a rail, by the dads of the guys, who hang at the rescue mission!  LOL!  Defending the honor, or the ladies around these parts.  Like I said in an earlier blog post, Butte was the cultural center, and just as important, back in the day, as New York and San Francisco to the rising stars of Hollywood, comics, and other entertainment in the times.  Clark Gable, said that Butte was his favorite town to visit, and he visited it often.  Lucile Ball was a comic who performed in the Greater Silver-Bow Area, among others.  Also of note, Thomas Edison, father of electricity, or the electric lights, introduced lighted street lamps to Butte, second in the nation, to New York!  Also, Iron Mountain Post Company, may not be the right name, but some company, filled the bill, when, streets, from Front Street, down, I think, had to have horse hitching posts outside all the businesses, and some of those hitching posts were cooler than hell, with horse's heads, and other designs, to decorate this town, that sustained, up to 39 Chinese launderies, and one American!  Not bad Butte!

Making Travel Plans for Next Year . . . Add to Your List, Butte, and Some of the 55 State Parks, This State if Off the Charts Beautiful!  GET LOST IN MONTANA!

FIRE & BREW . . . CHRISTMAS LOVE IN BUTTE, MONTANA; CONSPIRACY THEORIES SURROUNDING STRANGE FIRES COMING OUT OF THE MINES--GOVERNMENT PLOT TO TAKE COPPER WITHOUT COMPENSATION, 5TH AMENDMENT, HOMELESS LIVING IN THE MINES, DESTRUCTION BY DECEPTION . . ., OUR LADY OF THE ROCKIES, KEEPING WATCH OVER THE FLOCKS IN BUTTE--NOT A UFO, EXTRA-TERRESTIAL, OR FLYING SAUCER; LARGEST ENVIRONMENTAL PROTECTION ACT, EPA SUPERFUND IN THE NATION, DEAD CANADIAN SNOW GEESE--VYING FOR TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES, NO SUPER POWERS HERE . . . STOPPING TO SWIM IN THE BERKELEY PIT--GOD-FORBID, FINES OF $100 PER BIRD THAT DROPPED FROM THE SKIES OVER BUTTE; SILVER RUSH . . . AN 8 INCH VEIN OF SILVER, DISCOVERED BY THE LAST OWNERS OF ONE OF THE MINES, CLOSED OFF, WHY--WAITING FOR A BETTER MARKET, BLOCKING COMPETITION, SINSISTER PLOT? COPPER KING MINE IN BEAVER, UTAH, STEALING YOUR THUNDER, BUTTE; GET WITH IT . . . WE CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT COPPER, IT IS IN EVERYTHING, PEOPLE STEALING IT FROM CONSTRUCTION SITES . . . GET ON IT!

Tales of Christmas Love on the Copper Lines Bus

Some guy chatting with the bus driver this morning, said that he was going to get a burger and fries, at the local Wendy's in town, when the person in the cashier window, asked him if he believed in Santa Clause, and he said, well, sure, and she told him to pull around to the pick up window, where he was told that his meal had been paid for by Santa, some guy who gave the fast food restaurant, $500 to pay for customers meals for as long as it lasted.  Way cool, Santa, and most likely a nice surprise to the patrons of Wendy's.  The man on the bus, was not a man of means, very humble, and seemed touched by the gesture of the patron saint of Wendy's, and with head bowed, said, I have never had anything like that happen to me before, in my whole life . . . how very wonderful, to be blessed to do that for so many people in this area, and hopefully news of this touching story gets back to the good heart that did this act of Christmas love and cheer, so willingly, unnoticed, but certainly not un-thanked!  It brought tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat, Santa still does exist, in the hearts and minds of great people, who care about the joy of others, and I am sure that there are hundreds of stories, that happened this Christmas season, brightening the lives of hundreds across America, if not the world.  God bless you!

Conspiracy Central Here . . . What's Going On With the Fires in the Mines

Now, I am not a local, and you will become well aware of that as I tell of my first sighting of Our Lady of the Rockies, and as a result of my ignorance of happenings, what is normal and not, up on the hills of Butte, that house the mines, the frames, and the tunnels, of the old, what you might refer to as the gold, silver and copper rush, of the early days, in the Gilded Era, but the locals, I talked to, the ones who told me that a New Zealand company might be buying up the old Anaconda Mining Company, once the largest producer of copper in the world, with the fourth largest company in the world and the largest labor union in the world, but they also, looked puzzled at recent fires, being spotted coming from in the mines.  

Now, I am not sure what exactly they are referring to, and what a fire would look like, but apparently, just the day before Christmas, one such fire was reported to the fire department to respond to . . . Stan, my source at the Butte Rescue Mission, that is housing, feeding me and keeping me warm, right now, while I explore the Greater Silver Bow Area, and what makes it unique, cool, worth seeing, and surely, a spot that I am going to be for St. Paddy's 's Day . . . I just got a nice little, notice, that the scheduled scan had been completed . . . the theft of my blog, the hackers scan my blog, then do it so quickly, that it is basically unnoticed by the naked eye, and apparently the NSA, or they are in on it, and after the scan, it appears that this blog is originated from another source, rather than right here on #3 computer, at the Butte City Library, at 10:28 a.m., 12/26/2014, since my own personal computer was fried, about a month ago . . . talk about conspiracy central, you are looking at her, and proof, just came up on this computer!  Just as I thought, the only way, they could pull this off is to scan it, and send it to about 6 other IP addresses, to take credit and claim my intellectual property, the story of my life, and the bane of my existence!

FIRE IN THE HOLE, BOYS!

Stan and his teenage daughter, and I am just guessing at that, because she would have to be of age, to at least think, about seeing fire on the hills, but he wondered if there was not some government conspiracy going on down below, something covert, some extra-constitutional activity, of taking or extracting the copper, so needed and valuable, that there is some type of eminent domain issue going on, where, due to need, a government agency or just the governments in general, for a good cause can take control over personal property, and use the resources, access and whatever of worth, for the use and benefit of the people at large.  When that happens, as seen under the 5th amendment, of the United States Constitution, the government can't take life, liberty or property, without due process of law, and just compensation!  And just compensation, means fair market value, and for copper, gold or silver, that is a shit load of money, are they taking it while we are sleeping . . . someone sure as hell better check this thing out.  I don't know enough to do anything, but expose this activity, for more knowledgeable people in the community to do something about.

If you look back at the brief history of the labor unions, the efforts in WWI, and the government seeing copper as a needed material for the war efforts, enough to order labor strikers back to work, and trying them as criminals, charged with  treason and sedition, that are akin to crimes, that a spy who turns information over to an enemy of the United States or the People, giving aid and comfort to our enemies.  So, if we fail to learn from history, we forever remain a child!  Others who are a bit less suspicious than Stan and myself, might surmise that there are homeless people, squatters in the mines and who are building fires to stay warm.  Or someone is actually getting in the mines, and setting fires to destroy the place . . . none of these explanations sounds too good to me.  Anyway, just wanted to drop a bombshell, and start you locals thinking about what could be going on, if anything.  It is always easier to ask forgiveness, than permission!

Vintage Christmas Scene from the Butte Miner . . . Gold, Silver, Copper, Copper, Copper!

Yesterday, in the Montana Standard, there were two vintage renditions of the old newspaper ads or drawings, way awesome, and cool . . . one was in commemoration of Christ's birth, the Virgin Mary, the Wise Men, the Star, the Manger, etc., hitting the religious community, and then, there was another one, for the heathens, among the crowd of subscribers, with Santa, pushing a miners rail car, with bags of stuff, labeled, GOLD, SILVER, COPPER, COPPER, COPPER, which I am sure, would deliver, much more than just Christmas to the locals, but prosperity, work, growth, a living, health economy, and some of the stuff we would like delivered under our Christmas trees as presents for us all to enjoy, not to mention the state, the nation, and the world, who would all benefit from a raging, caging, hopping scene of commerce, trade, business, and riches, that Butte, the Queen City, as star of the Treasure State, had been for so long.

Mind you, that the mines were not closed, due to lack of production, but simply for that old American greed, of a larger company, or at least after all the trouble with the strikes, war, labor disputes, and such, where American Pacific was able to purchase the mines, simple to use, to close down for tax purposes . . . or was there something more sinister, competition, jealousy, capitalism, cornering the market?  But, Stan told me that the last company, and the name escapes me, to come in and buy the mines, was heard to have found an 8 inch solid silver vein that ran the length of the mountain, and they were rumored to have just sealed off the vein, and the mine and left?  WHY?  So, when all is said and done, there is still a productive mine, with tons of the good stuff, dreams to be had, fortunes to be made, and jobs and lives to be improved.  Somebody much more aware of the historical, business, and current market and company situation, needs to look into this and get some local, American investors, to get these mines re-opened for business.  Hell, we have three current war efforts, in Iraq, Afghanistan, and Syria, and these are in demand materials, especially copper! 

The Gilded Age, can be again, the mines were just closed, they were not unproductive, so what is up with nobody doing anything about this?

Our Lady of the Rockies . . . Shine Down on This Community Again!

This account of my first viewing of Our Lady of the Rockies, came the first time I ever came to Montana, back in March of 2012, venturing into a new phase of my life, or so I thought, leaving Mitt and the Mormons behind in Utah . . . when in reality, they just followed me to Montana, to torture me, CIA style, since 70% of the CIA, FBI, and probably, 100% of the NSA, 30,000 spies, residing in Lehi or Highland, Utah, also the cyber spies over Montana, as a hub of government activity for the western United States . . . but, at that first trip, I was going to Helena, to check out Montana, starting with the Capital City, and probably a sore spot for Anaconda, who was the close runner-up for that honor.  But, as I was driving through Butte, at around 3 a.m., in the morning, and unaware of how the mountains, you pass between Butte and Helena, goes straight up, in the air, right up where the Lady, looks over the valley.  I could see the light, but couldn't make out, exactly what it was, and thought, at first, whatever it was, was suspended in space, a UFO possibly, but not moving . . . what in the hell is that?  I need eyeglasses to read, and have pretty good vision, other than that, but, I could not make out what the huge light on the mountain, or space was.  I actually don't think I knew, for some time, just leaving it for one of those things to be explored and discovered later, after my initial trip to the Treasure State.

I tripping back and forth between Montana and Utah, trying to decide, where exactly I wanted to land, in this next phase of my life, I would hear various stories about the woman, I at least got that, on the mountains.  I think the first story I heard, was that the man, who did the project, loved his wife, so much, that after she was dead, he had this sculpture of his wife, made and up on the mountain, for all to see.  So that was the story, I had in my mind, until, just really, today and yesterday, at the mission, where my friend, to remain, unnamed, corrected me, when I told her I was going to the library to figure out what the Lady of the Mountains, was all about.  Being able to make out more of the outline, I thought, it looked like the statute had a nun's habit on, and I told my friend, I was glad, being rather portly myself, that I was glad that whoever did the statute, made a fat nun!  Much more realistic that way . . . 

I was not trying to be irreverent, or demeaning, just thought, given our propensity for thin, that I was happy, that a man loved his rather plump wife, so much to build that memorial for her.  My friend, jumped to quickly correct me, and she said, that is a very sacred statute, and it is the Mother Mary, and she is reverenced and worshiped by the many Catholics in this area, many Irish Catholics!  And I better be careful, talking that way, or I am going to have the locals upset, with me.  Correction well taken.  And, like the vintage Christmas portrait of the Holy Birth, from the Butte Miner, and she pointed to Mary's head robes or dressings, as much like the one worn by OUR LADY OF THE ROCKIES!  Okay, I get in, and I am glad to know, who, what, and why, of the statute up on the mountain.  But what about the husband and his wife . . . she told me that was also true?  So, I am still confused, will need to do independent study.

Anyway, for those of you, who venture into the Butte area, late at night for the first time, hopefully, you will not be a stunned by the 90 foot, lighted statute of the Virgin Mother Mary as I was . . . my first sight of the statute, was an other worldly, experience, and I am not talking about a religious one, but flying saucer, UFO, extra-terrestrial visitation, spooky, rather than holy.  So, be warned, you are in for a treat, and something to behold, when you enter the valley.  You know, you hear and see, the Christos, over looking Rio De Jinero, or the one without the hands, unless that is one in the same, but you expect that statue, but this one will take you by surprise, if you know nothing of the light on the hills, or the huge mountains, jutting up, over the interstate!  She is nothing to fear, and I love the little vignettes in the newspaper, commemorating births, weddings, deaths, conveyances of love, and other occasions that are marked with her blessings.  Very nice and righteous, dig it. 

Canadian Geese, EPA & the Largest Super Fund Clean-up, Berkeley Pit

Stan the man, asked me if I knew out the Canadian Snow Geese, that accidentally got lost in a dense fog, that hung over Butte, several years ago, and landed in the most toxic, deadly, water, not unknown for producing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, being born out of the toxic waste of mining days gone by.  I knew of the Berkeley Pit, the EPA, the Super Fund, the possibility of contaminating the drinking water in the Silver Bow area, but I had never heard of the snow geese incident.  He proceeded to tell me that several hundred geese in a flock, found a resting place, and a swim, for a night or so, during a very foggy night or day, losing sight of their honing skills, for fresh water, and got into the toxic waste of the infamous PIT!  After being exposed to the toxins, and having their feathers covered with the waste materials, from the mines, that are scary to foreigners and locals alike as water tables increase and threaten to spill over the sides, down the hills, with may thinking that the town were the Pit is, has already been contaminated, but, as these geese started to leave or fly away, for there destination, they started to die, mid-air, and came crashing to the pavement, the ground, on people's cars, hopefully not on their heads, but, nonetheless, a hundred or so, came falling out of the sky, help, the sky really is falling!

Butte residents, or the city was charged $100 per bird that dropped out of the sky . . . strange phenomena, I am sure . . . the environment is nothing to be messed with, and there is an eco-system that we need to be aware of, people's drinking water, lives, health, and other issues, that all come into play.  The almighty dollar, American greed, capitalism, and wealth, are all part of the American system, but so is protecting the environment.  Most Montanan's are aware, that the Montana State Constitution, is, I believe, that only state, that actually has a section of the Constitution, that is specifically deditated to protecting the environment, and for damn good reason, given their history, the pollutants connected with mining, timber, coal, oil, and other precious and semi-precious minerals.  Many of the Copper Kings of yesteryear, came, made the spoils, left towns decimated, streams, rivers, lakes, polluted, made their money and ran, taking most of it back east.  So, in light of the past, the history of exploitation, the devastation, and the damage to the environment, when the proponents of the 1972 revision of the Montana State Constitution, many protections were put in place to remedy, or prohibit some of these things from happening again.

I WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO ATTEND THE 40 YEAR CELEBRATION OF THE REVISED STATE CONSTITUTION, AT A CONVERSATIONS ON THE CONSTITUTION, HELD IN HELENA, CARROL COLLEGE, I THINK APRIL 14TH, 2012 . . . AND WHAT AN HONOR THAT WAS, TO RUB SHOULDERS WITH MANY OF THE PEOPLE WHO MARSHALED THAT GREAT EFFORT THROUGH, GAINING THE VOTE OF THE PEOPLE, AND WORKING HARD TO IMPROVE ON THE OLD CONSTITUTION! 

FIRE & BREW . . . I AM DETERMINED TO CELEBRATE ST. PATRICK'S DAY WITH THE IRISH IN BUTTE, THIS YEAR, MISSED IT BY A DAY LAST YEAR!

 

 

 

 

WHEN COPPER WAS KING--BUTTE, MONTANA WAS THE QUEEN CITY! WILLIAM A. CLARK & MARCUS DALY, (KOCH BROTHERS ARE THE COPPER KINGS OF TODAY) WITH EPIC BATTLES THEY FOUGHT, CLASHING OVER EVERYTHING FROM MINING, TO NEWSPAPERS, POLITICS, AND WHERE THE CAPITAL CITY SHOULD BE . . . BUTTE WAS THE NUMBER ONE PRODUCER OF COPPER IN THE WORLD; ANACONDA GOLD & SILVER MINE, WAS THE FOURTH LARGEST CORPORATION IN THE WORLD, BUTTE MAINTAINED 1,000 WORKING GIRLS, AT THE M&M BAR, WORLD FAMOUS, WAITRESSES PULLED DOWN $700 TO $800 IN TIPS A NIGHT, MOVIE STARS, COMICS, EVIL CANIVIL, AND OTHER HOLLYWOOD ENTERTAINERS, STOPPED IN THE BIGGEST CULTURE CENTER BETWEEN ST. LOUIS AND SAN FRANCISCO, HISTORY OF BUTTE, IS THE HISTORY OF AMERICA, ESPECIALLY FOR LABOR UNIONS . . . THE FIGHT BETWEEN CLARK AND DALY LED TO THE 17TH AMENDMENT, THAT CHANGED WHO SELECTED U.S. SENATORS FROM THE LEGISLATURE, TO THE PEOPLE, EVEN A CORRUPT CONGRESS, WOULD NOT SEAT CLARK, AFTER HE WON THE ELECTION BY HANDING OUT ENVELOPES WITH THOUSAND DOLLAR BILLS IN IT, BUYING THE VOTES FOR THE SENATE . . . WILD HISTORY, FUN TIMES, RACIALLY DIVERSE, AND CAN BE AGAIN, AFTER ATLANTIC PACIFIC BOUGHT THE ANACONDA MINE, MERELY FOR A TAX WRITE OFF, ENDING THE GILDED AGE IN MONTANA, BUTTE FELL ON HARD TIMES--BUT THE COPPER IS STILL THERE, AND THERE IS GOLD & SILVER IN THEM THERE HILLS, BOYS, WHERE ARE THE AMERICAN ROCK STARS OF THE 1920'S . . . BUTTE CAN SHINE AGAIN!

The Oldest Profession . . . Talked About the Other 3 Yesterday!

Two years ago, while I sat in the galleries overlooking the Montana Legislative House of Representatives, elected representatives from all over the state, debated whether to legalize prostitution, in the Bakken Oil Fields.  I was somewhat shocked, and interested, knowing little of Montana history, the treasures of the state, nor the new boom towns of eastern Montana, with their challenges of 100 men to 1 female, and the Department of Justice, FBI, and other law enforcement agencies, worried about the new money, making its way into drug and human body trafficking, as bus loads of girls, most sex slaves, have ventured a time or two on the streets of the oil boom towns, with workers, coming by train, bus, shuttles, planes, being in the cities for weeks, and then gone again, making it nearly impossible to track, investigate, track, arrest and try law breakers.  Butte in its heyday, kept 1,000 working girls busy, so dates have changed, times have, but challenges and issues for the Treasure State remain constant . . .

On my first day, in Montana, I went straight to the state capitol building and picked up a copy of the Montana State Constitution, to see if I liked, what the state was all about.  In my hotel, room, that night, there at the Jorgensen, I saw a 2012, campaign ad for Senator Tester, and really liked his message of non-partisan approaches to national problems, not knowing, or really caring whether he was a Democrat or Republican, this must have been March of 2012.  But, someone at the Capitol, told me that I needed to get in touch with his office, and help with the Citizens United case before the United States Supreme Court, and Tester's office, directed me to Andy, then Governor Bullock's, chief deputy assistant attorney general, handling the case . . . so I tried to contact him, but the office was busy with that case, and other people I was told to get in contact with, where busy with, then, Montana Attorney General's, election bid for governor of the state.  But as I did some research on the case, it was the first time, I had ever heard of the Copper Kings, corruption in state politics, and the history of anti-corruption laws, that would be at risk if the U.S. Supreme Court, were to do what they did, call corporations people, entitled to free speech, and that meant money as free speech to put unlimited monies into campaign contributions . . . overturning 100 years of Montana law!

Political Hot Button Issue, At Least Before I Left Utah, Was Trying to Change the 17th Amendment Back to the Way the Founding Fathers Originally Planned, Letting State Legislatures Select the Two State Senators

Getting into the history of Butte, the Copper Kings, especially Clark & Daly--Daly, whom by the way, was originally from Salt Lake City, Utah, bringing with him the Walker family fortune to purchase mining interests and eventually competed with Clark, from Pennsylvania . . . born in a log cabin, so all the kings were not from wealth, or families of eastern money and fame, like the Rockefeller's, the Heinz, or west coast families of fortune, George Hearst, father of Randolf Hearst.  Clark was small with sharp features and a cold manner.  He was a shrewd businessman with an eye for profit.  He arrived in Montana in 1863 and started buying up silver mines and stamp mills from owners who could not pay back their bank loans.  Eventually, Clark owned 13 copper and silver mines in Butte (and other mines across the west).  He also owned many other businesses, including banks, smelters, and utility companies.  Clark was politically ambitions, and his life goal was to serve in the U.S. Senate.  It soon became clear that he would do anything to get there. (Politics and the Copper Kings, p. 194 to 195).  LOL!

YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK MUCH FURTHER THAN CLARK TO SEE WHY CONGRESS CHANGED THE LAW, AND PASSED THE 17TH AMENDMENT!

Montana history, can give you a clue, as to why things had to change . . . the big money boys were in Montana, vying for industrial, financial, and political power, with their individual parties backing them.  I got so bad, that the legislature could not determine who to send, so both parties, just sent two each, for a total of four Senators . . . the United States Constitution, states that each state, no matter what the size, only has two senators.  That year Republicans controlled the U.S. Senate.  They seated the two Republican senators and sent the two Democrats--including William Clark--home!  Then next Senate election was in 1893.  By this time Clark wanted to be a U.S. senator so much that he was willing to bribe (offer illegal payments) the legislaotrs for their votes.  Daly wanted Clark defeated just as strongly.  He found out how much Clark had bribed each legislator, then paid each one the same amount to change his vote!

The United States Senate was so shocked, being corrupt itself, at the blatant corruption, bribery and buying of votes, that they deemed the 17th amendment undemocratic, decided to bring the government closer to the people, and decided, that is would be a lot harder to bribe a whole state population, rather than a few legislators, so there, folks, you have the rest of the story!  There is a national movement, a foot, wanting to get rid of the 17th amendment, you need look no further than Montana history, to see what was behind the amendment, and that it really is better to have the people vote, rather than the few hundred in the state houses of representatives, who are given to take bribes, practice corruption, and buy elections . . . Koch Brother, any thoughts on this one?

Clark & Daly Clashed--Location of the State Capitol

In one of my many trips back and forth between Montana and Utah, for about the first year and a half, while I was trying to kill my law practice in Utah, I heard something about, a fight between Butte and Helena, over which city was to be the capital city.  For some reason, until yesterday, I was under the assumption, that there was something like a miner's boot, or something, kind of like trophies that are passed between rival football teams, when one wins the other the trophy, no matter how strange it might be, like an old boot, had tremendous significance to the cities involved.  Ryan, the librarian, here at the Butte city library, that I believe, if memory serves from yesterday, was built in 1890, or parts of it were, and there is still a 1 cent gum machine on the second floor, that I love . . . now days, to get a bit of gum, you have to pay, 25 cents, and you get a whole mouthful, rather than just a taste, and you always have unwanted pennies, so my have gone to good use, while up here typing my blogs, but Ryan, looked puzzled at my idea of how the capital city was chosen, so he helped me pull some research, that you are now enjoying, hopefully, wild in and of itself, but, here is the real story . . .

State government is very important to the value of a city or town, because money pours into the community, pays for land and buildings, creates jobs in the area, and adds prestige to the town.  It also gives local residents constant access to their state leaders, which was important to business tycoons like Clark and Daly.  In 1892, voters were asked to choose between seven towns: Helena, Boulder, Bozeman, Butte, Deer Lodge, Great Falls, and Anaconda, this last one a town founded by Marcus Daly and named for his mining company.  None of the choices won the majority vote or more than half of the vote, but the two top cities were Anaconda and Helena.  So the next election, two years later, voters would decide between Helena and Anaconda, a perfect setup to pitch William A. Clark against Marcus Daly.

Once again, the copper kings battled to control the election.  Daly wanted the capital in his own town of anaconda, the site of his huge copper smelter.  but Clark had made a secret agreement with some Helena businessmen that he would support Helena as the capital if they would help him get elected to the u.S. Senate.  Once again, Clark and Daly applied all their resources to persuade voters.  They sponsored parades, speeches, and fireworks.  They distributed free cigars, drinks, and $5 bills to win people's loyalty.  Clark handed out miniature men's shirt collars made of copper to symbolize the stranglehold the Anaconda Mining Company would have on Montana if Anaconda won.  Daly opened Anaconda for Capital clubs across the state and turned them into social centers.  

Both men owned newspapers, and purchased them, strictly to have more influence, and paid editors to support their causes.  During this Christmas Season, the Montana Standard Newspaper, had included some vintage newsprint and pictures from the old, Butte Miner that Clark owned.  Daly owned the Anaconda Standard, and later purchased the Great Falls Tribune, many other small town weekly editors also took their orders from Clark and Daly.  It was a close election, with Helena winning, 27,028, to 25,118.  Later is was said that Clark had spent nearly $500,000 on the capital fight and that Daly had spent more than $2.5 million.  Since only 52,000 men could vote, the two copper kins had spent $56 (equal to $1,356 today) per voting man!  Amazing . . .  Clark was considered a hero in Helena, by campaigning for its election as the state capital, instead of Anaconda.  Clark made it to the U.S. Senate, but this was the time the Congress refused to seat him!  He did, later win, but had a lack luster term of office . . .

Some Fun Facts, Stories, Folklore I Picked Up Over Dinner at the Butte Rescue Mission . . . Rescued Me, after Vegas Fiasco . . . Thanks!

I was excited to learn about Butte, which has so many connections to politics, money, cases, corruption, bribes, challenges for boom towns, connections back to Utah, and the battle over the 17th amendment, that is still brewing in many states across the country, and I started talking to the locals, many who have been around long enough to have seen the boom days, worked a the famous M&M Bar, had tales of Indians slitting throats right in front of her at this wild bar, then just sitting and waiting for the police to show up.  If my friend, who is related to Clark, and explorer team Lewis and Clark, was a bit hesitant to tell me anything, because she thought I was making fun of her ancestor, Clark . . . I handed her the research from the Politics and Copper Kings, a Century of Transformation, hand out, where I got a lot of this information, and showed her a picture of her relative, and told her, I thought he was awesome and a real player, not only in influencing state politics, but national as well, LOL!  I love colorful characters, Butte is full of them, as is most of Montana, but the history, the times, the mines, the money, the labor unions, the labor disputes, the movie stars, this history is brimming with excitement, glory, triumph and entertainment.

LARGE AFRICAN AMERICAN POPULATION

Can you imagine, this woman, in her mid-sixties, literally had to have two body guards, to work as a waitress, and she was banging down, $700 to $800 per night, by today's standards, what a couple of thousand a night . . . not bad.  She told me she had to fight off the working gals, for those of you who don't know what I am referring to, it was prostitutes.  Butte was the biggest city in Montana at the time.  A Deacon from the Episcopal Church, came to give us a scripture and message, before a great dinner, and he was also a member of the Butte Historical Society, and filled me in on some cool stuff too.  There was a large black population here in Butte, they even had 4 of their own newspapers, worked in the mines, pulling down the wages everyone else was.  I find that somewhat shocking, since, today, there are not many blacks in Montana, however, one of my black lovers, mystery man, was from here, back east originally, and took me to see some of the trails in the mountains around here, the ones that the Historic--Scenic Drive Committee, c/o Parks & Recreation Department is asking locals, to divulge where their favorite trails are, with a map, so that tourists, can share and do what Montanans do on their time off, hike, bike and fish in the mountains of the Greater Butte Silver Bow Area, which is unique, and many came to see the beauty of the area, that many Buttians take for granted. 

100,000 CHINESE, MANY LIVING IN UNDERGROUND TUNNELS, THAT WENT FROM HOMES TO UNDERGROUND MINES . . . CHINESE MAFIA FROM BUTTE HAD TO CLEAR ALL CHINESE EMIGRANTS COMING HERE

My local friend, related to Clark, said that the M&M Bar, was eventually taken over by the mafia, who she said was big in this town . . . and they generally migrate to boom towns to get in on the action, well, the Chinese mafia, was not different.  There was a Chinese mafia, leader known as a Tong, who was so powerful in Butte, that any Chinese citizen, who wanted to come to America, not just Butte, had to be cleared and approved by the mafia leaders here!  Butte had the second largest population of Chinese in the country, second only to the San Francisco China Town.  Butte had a ton of Irish--the Deacon told me that Butte was the largest supporter of the IRA in the world.  Every country on the earth had people in Butte, especially the European countries.

Wanna Know the History of American Labor Unions, Look To Butte!

Daly, who originally owned the Anaconda Mining Company, was a kind of like good local boy, who understood the miners, their issues and took care of them; however, after he died, another breed of American capitalist and industrialist took over the running of the mines, and it became a business, rather than a family.  Men were paid $3.65 per day, this was a company town.  As relations, conditions in the mine, and tempers boiled, labor unions formed, to take on management.  Eventually the Butte miners strike happened, and during World War I, the United States Government turned against in Butte, making up the Butte Mining Union, which was the largest union in the world at the time, and was under Irish leadership.  

J.D. Ryan, of Standard Oil, in 1914, against the wishes of the BMU, fired 500 Finish miners, which led to riots, protests, and the blowing up of union buildings and threatening the union leaders.  Then disaster hit Butte and the mines, with 400 men down in the mines, there was a damaged cable, that led to fire and poison, killing 168 miners, trapped in the mines, being the world's worst mining disaster to date.  Those who went in to discover bodies, survivors, and whatever, found that the miners fingers were literally ground to the bones on their knuckles where they had tried to claw their was out of the underground tunnels.

After the disaster, the BMU, made 7 demands . . . I only got 6 of them, from the video I was watching, called, I believe, When Copper Was King, but here are the demands of the labor union: (1) recognition of the importance of mining, copper was in everything, is today also; (2) abolish right to work laws, making it illegal for unions to stop someone from going to work, crossing strike lines; (3) wages of $6.00 per day; (4) safety signs and features in the mines; (5) escape routes out of all tunnels in the mines; and (6) if I am reading my illegible notes, something about manholes, or another means of escape, when disaster hits.  Even after 168 men were killed in the disaster, the management of Anaconda, said, no to all their demands, and the the strike was called!

15,000 STRIKING MINERS PARALYZED THE MIGHTY ANACONDA

Picket signs said that Anaconda was funded by German agents, strike bulletins, wanted the comfort of rights, respect, fair wages, safety, and the rallying cry was, that a man is worth more than a mule!  The company has to feed the mules, and it costs them for the mules, not so with the men who work in the mines.  The miners than had to face off against the federal government, as producers of strategic metals, the miners didn't want to work with England, whom they considered war crazy, Europeans, and they would have to fight side by side with the Brits, whom many of the Irish saw as an ethical issue.  Later, the union leaders and strikers, and the biggest labor union in the world, was crushed by its own government, as acts of treason and sedition were levied against union and strike members, prosecuting them like criminals, with the National Guards being brought in to force the miners back to work!

A sad moment in Montana history, when their own Montana legislature, joined, rather than support the labor unions, saying they were going against the government, the Constitution, the American flag, and the uniforms their military were wearing.  Butte miners, were, along with pressure from the federal government, tired for treason and sedition.  To this day, miners, union men, in Butte, carry nothing but honor . . .

I can attest to that, as I was riding the bus this morning, we passed a local store, somewhere near McDonalds, I think, and the Christmas scene in the window, was of a pissed off miner, carrying his pick and hammer, and a mining hat with a light on top, and on a march of some sort, and sharing the same wall, was Santa Clause . . . mining brought good times to Butte, and it can again.  There is rumor afoot, that a New Zealand company is trying to buy the mine, and reopen it . . . I would prefer an American company, given the rich history of this towns' mining culture, and really being the history of American industrial development and rise in world power, American jobs, are always preferred, and Americans loyal to our way of life . . . but, as a close second, New Zealand would not be bad.  Hopefully something happens, if not, get the tourist here!

Every Town Has A Story . . . This is Butte's!

The Black Mine Frames, Still Dot the Butte Skyline, The Architecture of the Buildings and Homes, Tell of Prosperous Times . . . And the Copper is Still in Demand, Worldwide . . . So What is the Problem?