DANCE WITH THE DEVIL--GUIDE TO THE COURTS . . . BABIES COVERED UP THE GUIDES, TYPICAL. COPS AFTER ME SINCE, YESTERDAY'S BLOG . . . PISSED, DON'T BE, BECAUSE TRUTH IS A DEFENSE! LOL! WILD TIMES AT THE OKAY CORAL! GOOD COP, BAD COP, BOUNTY HUNTERS, SPLIT, SO DETECTIVE AND ONE BOUNTY HUNTER, STILL HUNTING ME, 6 OUR OF 6, FOR THE TWO LIBRARIES, SHOWING UP, AFTER ME WATCHING THEM LOOK FOR ME, TAKING MAGNETIC IDENTIFIERS OFF THE OLDER, DARK GREEN, FORD EXPLORER . . . COPS CIRCLING THE BUTTE RESCUE MISSION AND THE BUS TERMINAL, WHO HAVE BOTH ADOPTED A NEW POLICY OF KICKING ALL THE HOMELESS OUT, SO I AM MORE LIKELY TO BE ON THE STREETS, WHEN THE COPS, WHO ARE SEARCHING STRIP MALLS AND OTHER AREAS FOR ME . . . AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET FOR SINGING THE PRAISES OF BUTTE? TYPICAL! OH, WELL, WHAT IS A GIRL TO DO? LOL!

Daniel Webster Makes a Pack with the Devil!

Early American writers and poets were mesmerized by the forests--Headless Horseman, the Scarlet Letter, and saw them as haunted places.  You see stories like the Crucible, written by later authors, demonstrating the fear of these alleged spooky and devilish places, when the girls, along with a black slave girl, if I remember, got into the forest, take off all their clothes and dance around an open fire, conjuring up spirits and devils from the forest walls, the idea of the possessions, when women, of the town, puritans, disgusted at what the girls had done, use the fits of spasms at the women's presence, to call them witches, who cast spells on the girls, making them go into contortions, being invoked and controlled by the spells of the witches and warlocks, usually the most pious of the townships, taking down the best, most noble, and honest, like my great-great-grandmother, accused of flying across town, because there was a rain storm, and she made it to a neighbor's house without mud on her shoes!  She laughed in the faces of her accusers, and said, when asked to admit that she was a witch and had flown across Salem, showing that she was capable of redemption, rehabilitation, if she admitted her hidden sorcery and witchcraft, laughed, when they read the charges against her, in spite of her 6 children and husband, whom she had left at home, and said, boldly, though my life depends on it, I cannot lie . . . and they drowned her!

Daniel Webster, as I recall from 30 years ago, was walking in the forest, when the Devil approached him and offered him a deal he just could not refuse.  Much of Montana, is forest, timber, mountain lands, and are their hauntingly, mythical qualities, that peak our imaginations, leaving us wondering what is going on here, in those deep, dark, mysterious places, where just about kind of activity can take place, including making a pack with the Devil, or Dancing with the Devil . . . as accusations of me, whom most law enforcement considers a witch of the most horrendous levels, and would assume that it is me, who is making a deal or dancing with the Devil, when in reality, it is themselves, and the people they are listening to, whom would lead the people astray, using my name, credentials, biography, resume, cases, and blogs, to conjure up allegiance to the United States Constitution, while, deviating just enough, to make a one degree deviation or detour, and taking you right straight to the Patriot Act, that is so contrary to anything I believe, and anything I would support and admit to.  Their girls, are like the girls who literally, danced with the Devil, and lie, contort, retort, and lie about lying, and law enforcement, worse than buying off on a bra size as indicative of intelligence levels, has been duped, played, manipulated, and dogged, by lying females, who have played on the frailties of man, their visceral lust, their attractions, and their sex drives, weak as they are.

That Honest Witch's DNA Runs Deep In this Heart

Much with the determination of my great-great-grandmother, though my life depends on it, I refuse to tell a lie, and fight for my name, rail against its abuse and use, by less than noble women and men, who would, as the Devil, lead the masses straight to their destruction, with a smile on their faces . . . you better fucking wake up and realize who is who, and realize, who has done the unimaginable and taken on the powers that be, much as seemingly impossible as flying across town, in a rain storm, while not getting my shoes wet, one woman did all that 6 of their girls are claiming, would be impossible to do, and that must be the acts of many more women, with the help of armies. The forces are mounting, the enemies gaining recruits, the false flags are waving, and the troops are getting restless, patterns, patterns, patterns!

Just this morning, at the Butte Rescue Mission, where the poison has been cast, the deals made, by some, the spin masters, are working their black magic, with a message stating, something like, don't say that you are more than you are, that you have done all these things, feeling the need to be more important than you are, blah, blah, blah!  It sounded like right off the Devil's computer himself, not one sentence reminded me of what God would say!  He is all about knowing who you are, that you are his child, and heirs to his throne . . . he also, said, don't say that you are more spiritual than you are?  What, probably in reference to me, stating, that if God, be with you who can be against you, as the cops and bounty hunters, a week in the running now, have tried to catch, corner, trap and trick me!  In other words, don't fucking believe what God tells you; you ant, you imbecile, believe what Satan the father of lies says, don't read your scriptures, which I do, and make a pack with the Prince of Darkness, or the Devil, don't believe you are God's daughter or son!  I know who I am, and you have a problem with that, let the games begin!

Truth Hurts, And It is Also A Defense to Slander & Libel

To put it mildly, the bounty hunters and the detective, have been a dismal disgrace; therefore, the cops, who now have been on the rampage, since yesterday about noon, have been looking for me, desperately driving around strip malls, stopping in at the bus terminal, cruising around the Mission, and generally, out in mass.  So, the message, this morning, was basically, trying to shame me into, not being who I am, hitting every aspect of what people know about me at the Mission . . . Jesus Girl, God on my side, happy, aware, a ghost, when the need arises, and making the trap setters, step in their own shit, and they are sorely pissed!  What is the first thing that happens, is the character assassination, starts, right in front of the faces of those who, know the lies to be blatantly untrue, like that I am lazy . . . hell, I am up at at least 5:00 a.m., or before with my job, waiting for the rest of the dorm to get their sorry asses up, so I can get my job done; I take a bath a day, and a shower each morning, have fresh make-up on, and are never mistaken for being homeless, and making more and more contacts as the days progress, which scares the hell out of my enemies, because as a general rule, your average Joe Citizen, is a pretty darn good person, loves Jesus and God, believes in the 10 Commandments, and loves the hell out of the Constitution; therefore, they have to squelch the rumors that, yes, the blogger, is really me, and I am really in Butte, at the Mission!  PERIOD!

THE MCDONALD'S TRAP--YESTERDAY FAILED

So, as usual, I am trying to help, 34% of your people get their record's expunged or cleared, so they can get a job, get an apartment, or even rent a long term motel, until they can get on their feet, but, currently, that is impossible, because the statute or law, that allowed that was rescinded back in 1989; therefore, for a year, at least, I have been concerned, even written a blog, taking on a Judge, up in Columbia Falls, Judge Tina Gordon, whom I deeply and most regretfully, apologize to, for accusing her, on the opposite of what she was trying to do, scare the hell out of the defendants, telling them to get an attorney, and telling them that this charge would follow them the rest of their lives!  Bull shit, I called, fowl, that the people can just expunge or clear their records, and I trashed her in my blog, which brought the ire of the Columbia Falls, Evergreen and Kalispell, cops out in force, surrounding the Mexican restaurant in Evergreen, that I was eating at, after a quick trip to Libby and Troy!  I had not idea, until last summer, that the good Judge was right, and I was wrong, I was just relying on what I thought every state had, by way of record clearing, and SORRY!

Each time, I do something of note or worthy of attention, to help the state, my lying enemies, step in and take credit, or try to discredit me, telling, people, like the public defender, here in Butte, that I am the fraud, the scam, the liar, or the non-attorney, by the bitches, witches and warlocks, who follow me around, stealing any good I can do, claiming that they are the real, JoAnn S. Secrist, having lied and used my name, since, 2000 when they poisoned me, and took me out of commission and have been trying to suppress, knowledge of me ever since, they saw how powerful, pure energy is, and how to use, easy virtue, that I spent a lifetime and career building, that they just stepped in a stole, being, me for the last 9 of 15 years, while I have only, and blocked, come back on the scene of my life, as of late 2009, when I reactivated my law license!

Live Hard, Die Free . . . Chick from the Mission, With Charges, Alerting Me of Legislative Meeting, Radio Announcers at McDonald's Yesterday!

Story time, boys and girls, and this is non-fiction!  So, this chick, who is not staying at the Mission, but did for a few days, when I first got there, and who hooked up with the guy, from California, who wanted me to help him with a case, against the California cops, due to injuries, for asserting his rights while incarcerated, and then, once out, the landlord was contacted, and was told to kick him off the property, the guy, waited a day or so, and the cops, showed up and beat him nearly to death, broke bones, ribs, arms, until he was laid up in the hospital for 2 months!  He has metal plates, screws and pins, so all over his leg, and some of the screws were coming loose, and he had to go to the hospital, due to unending pain, and hurt, that the doc took the screws out, but that didn't fix it, and the poor guy, couldn't navigate the Mission well, and tried to get a place to rent, but couldn't, until low and behold, a cop, undercover, overheard us talking about the case, and him telling everyone, that I was going to help him, the cop left, and magically, the guy disappeared, the next day too!  I would say, he was bribed, jailed, threatened, or sent packing, or he is dead, which is consistent with getting rid of a problem, that many people saw and heard.  Lazy . . . HELL, NO!

James, whom, allegedly lost his wallet, and left for Billings today, without money?  Actually told me, about the night before, after a frustrating day, of not getting me, that I should go work for the sheriff's department  . . . I said, oh, yeah, my body would be dismembered and sacrificed up at the Lady of the Rockies, and my bones, left for the wolves, bear, mountain lions, and coyotes to eat!  I had mentioned that I had asked the public defender's office, if they have any opening for a conflict attorney?  Guy, the other part of the not-so-dynamic bounty hunter team, along with the side-kick, or the detective, who, 6 out of 6, split, showed up at the library I was at, three at the Mall Library branch, and the rest at the Main Library, sitting right next to me, on computer #3, me on #4, being Guy's excuse to show up, and be, his alleged driver . . . where was his personal fucking computer?  LOL!  Guess I am too flat chested to notice, stuff like that!  LOL!

Since, I had previously, gone to McDonald's and watched the trackers, track me, for several days, James, bringing up the money end of the deal, giving me $3 . . . two for the bus, and one for a Diet Coke at McDonald's, the plan was set.  This chick, who was both at the Mission, and later, at the Public Defender's Office, at the same time I was, on Wednesday, approached me on Sunday, having not been at the Mission for a week or so, and not really staff, but I was shocked to see her in the kitchen, chumming with the staff, and looked closer to see if that was here, and having had a dream of her and James, just talking, wondering the connection, as she showed up, the night before, but didn't stay?  So, she approaches me about this radio show and legislative stuff at the local McDonald's, something, generally, I would be very interested in, if all this strange shit with her hadn't happened.  I told her I was aware of it, and thanked her for the reminder, and she said, I just wanted you to know, in case, I need your help on my case, public defender, cover!

I Will Admit, I Was Tempted, Until I Saw, Something that Reminded Me of Sue . . . Legislative Sister Double, History Major, Un-Extraordinaire!

At the last minute, I decided, not to go to McDonald's, because, I thought, yeah, they will have me, answer the tough questions, be on the air, not on TV, and then, that will take care of two birds with one stone, satisfy people in Helena, at the Legislative Session, who think she is me, having not seen me for two years, and with the others bribed to cover, and especially any Mormon, who would over her ass, and trash me, and might have questions, about blogs that leaked past the Mormon NSA, 30,000 spies in Utah, who are suppose to censor and stop my blog, or any objectionable material, that might damage, Mitt Romney, Mormons, Men in Black, or their colluding masses.  And, that would satisfy, the locals, who have met me, and they would be assured that I was here, and I was fighting for their town and their rights, and all would be well.  NOT!

Too many times in the past, I have let my passion for the law, and for helping people, cloud my better judgement, knowing damn well, that they are using these, allegedly, and normally, good attributes, against me . . . so I refrained from going, and if there was someone by my name, she, sure as hell, was not me, I came up to the library at 10:00 a.m., and had my blog done by noon!  Like I said, that is when the detective, dude, with his own computer, showed up, sat next to me, and later, Guy called to pick him up, and the lies persist, he just says, either JoAnn was not there, or she was at McDonald's and not at the library . . . lies, lies, and more lies, constant and consistent, works either way for them, with liars!  There was absolutely no reason for dude to be here!  And the Ryan, who first helped me with the research, the very first day, has been gone, since the following day, and another lady, who was helping, and I gave my blog name to, was later, reprimanded that afternoon, and she has never been back!  LOL!

Promoting, Montana's Guide to the Courts . . . Hidden Behind Newspapers!

Anyone, following my blog, will know, that several days ago, I trashed the Utah Supreme Court, and Utah Office of the Administration of the Courts, booklet, that I wanted to give to some of my clients, to help them navigate their way through the court system in Utah . . . book did nothing I could see, to help.  On the other hand, I promoted, The Montana Citizen's Guide to the Courts, with such a good overview, that it took me, 20 years, and learning on my own, navigating myself, as an attorney, through the maze of the federalist system of courts, at a state and federal level, not to mention, the administrative levels, and mediation and arbitration, plus water law, and Indian law, touching on all of them, in my practice of law.  If fact, this morning, I went to get, four copies, for all my adult children, so they could understand the court system, with a daughter, attending the University of Montana, School of Law, in the fall!  I wanted to save her the 20 years, have her stand on my shoulders, so to say, and be a far greater attorney, than her mother.

To my dismay, but not surprise, the Guides to the Courts, were covered up!  LOL!  So, typical of these clowns who are so jealous, of even a suggestion that benefits people, something so simple, can't come from me . . . are you fucking kidding me?  Good God!  How childish, but, I forgot, corporations are people, and I am a legal fiction, much like corporations used to be!  LOL!  A person, who died outside Hamilton, back in 2012 after an Election Law Seminar, in Missoula, can't be here in Butte, or in Helena, or anywhere in Montana, because the doubles are me!  Can you believe this shit, they do!  LOL!  They believe their won lies, fucking amazing!  Every issue from medical marijuana, to the water compact, to expungment or record clearing, to guides to the court, all helpful and good stuff, just can't come from me, the real McCoy!  Will they ever grow up, and just work for the good of the people, like I always did in Utah, have in Montana, or wherever I go next!  Get your cops under control, and you will have half of the battle won!

As Daniel Webster Found Out, Making Deals with the Devil, I No Deal, He Exacts a High Price in Return . . . Remember, DON'T DANCE WITH THE DEVIL! 

P.S., the NSA shut my blog down, several days ago, never to be found, but I found it, they wanted me to start over on Yahoo, but I found a way to get to Google, and published on my normal site, and glad to say, even when they, the NSA, or the sister/friend attorney hacker bitches, shut it down, with the access by the government and NSA, starting from zero, my numbers are back up, at about 1.6 million, per 35 seconds, just on one site, and about 400,000 on the other, not to mention the other social media sites, anyone is welcome to blast it anywhere . . . hopefully good stuff! 

     

AMERICA'S BITTER PILL (BRILL)--WISER (CASS, HARVARD LAW PROFESSOR)--2015, AVOID GROUP THINK, THE MORE YOU HANG WITH YOUR CROWD OR YOUR BUBBLE, CREATING A SEPARATE REALITY, THE MORE EXTREME & ALIKE YOUR WORLD, NOT NECESSARILY THE WORLD OF REALITY FOR THE REST OF US . . . CAN'T WORK IN DIVERSE AMERICA, KEYSTONE, KEYSTONE, KEYSTONE--WHEN ALL THE FACTS AND EVIDENCE, SAYS IT IS A WINNER FOR CANADA, LOSER FOR AMERICA--THANK GOD FOR THE VETO POWERS OF THE PRES.! POT SHOTS AT OBAMACARE, VETO! LORDS OF DESTRUCTION--EYE OF THE STORM . . . BUS DRIVER TO PASSENGER: HOW ARE YOU DOING? PASSENGER: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! PASSENGER TO BUS DRIVER, AFTER LAUGHING: HOW WAS YOUR WEEKEND? DRIVER: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! LOL! TOUGH BUTTE! DROVE PAST MOTORCYCLE LEGEND, EVEL KNEVIL'S HOUSE THIS MORNING, THE BERKELEY PIT . . . THESE STREETS ARE NOT WORTH RISKING YOU LIKE, RIDE THE BUS; ALTHOUGH, THE BUS DRIVER DOESN'T HAVE VALID LICENSE HERE IN BUTTE

Avoid Making 2015, the Brain Drain of 2014!

Recently, I wrote about the cops bubble, their reality, that the size of a woman's boobs, dictates the scale of her mental condition or IQ, that a woman with a 44 DDD, is seen as smarter than a woman with, say, a 40 C.  Now, you and I know, that the size of some one's bust, or their ass, doesn't make a woman, smarter or dumber, but, if you are hanging with a crowd, under the bubble, and that is all you hear, that is all you think, and all you talk about, with regard to women, then, that, extreme point of view, will eventually, become not only your reality, but the reality of the whole crowd of cops, top to bottom.  We saw, General Betrayus, or Petraeus, go from being a very respected and esteemed general, to being the laughing stock of America, not of the CIA, he had just been called to run, duped by a woman, a female biographical writer, sex sells, and soon, lover, married, they both where, but the mentality of the CIA, had become based on these clandestine liaisons, seen as the norm by the group think, while still being aberrant, and not see as good judgement by the rest of us, not part of the wink, wink, nod, nod, culture, that had come to permeate the ranks and file of the CIA, Secret Service, caught, risking the President's life, while whoring with prostitutes in Columbia, somewhere, exposing his itinerary, that might have been put in the hands of terrorists or assassins.

I first became exposed, to what I have called the bubble, as a BYU, law student, working as an intern for Americans United for Life, or AUL, in Chicago.  As a Mormon, raised, most of my life in Utah, while born in California, which saved my soul, and distinguished me, as a rational being, thinking as you will, able to see the errors of my ways, while the rest of my family, is still so much in the Mormon Bubble, with Mormon Church Headquarters in Salt Lake City, Utah, but a worldwide church, thinking that the world revolves around, Utah and Mormons.  That was all blown to hell for me, back in the summer of 1992, while in Chicago, and most people, had never even heard of the Mormon Church, or the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  My Catholic roommate, did what we can do in Utah, find a church on every corner; however, I had to travel, at least two hours by bus and train, to get to, what I thought was the nearest LDS or Mormon Church.  I realized that I had been looking through the world, through, Mormon colored glasses, and reality, was much different.  Mormonism is a culture and a religion, and not necessarily, the way the rest of the world sees things, especially the 1.2 billion Catholics or the 600,000 million Muslims, as opposed to the 14 million, last I was active enough to get the stats.

We now, horror of horrors, have a Republican, controlled House and Senate, but that God, inspired the founding fathers, prepared against the extremes, and left the veto powers with the President!  Our American system, is very much based on the theories of checks & balances, and wisely so, because of the phenomena, that Professor Cass, Harvard Law, and others found in a study, that if you put a group of people, such as the Tea Baggers, that fractures their own Republican Party, feeding on their own, less extreme members of the alleged same party affiliation, the group, while refusing to reach across the table, with Democrats, who have held steady for the last 30 years, not deviating much from just left of center, with President Obama, a centrist, taking good ideas from both sides of the isle, regardless of party and origin of ideas, have even refused to hold hands to the person sitting next to them, ideologically, closer, but getting even more and more, estranged!  The charts, show Republican ideas, have gone to the extreme, and have deviated so far from center, that they are going off the charts in the opposite direction, from center stage . . . we are too diverse here in America, and the only reason, I can see that the Republicans, won the mid-term elections, is the fucking Koch brother's money, as seen under Citizens United, person hood, and dark money, being considered, first amendment, freedom of speech . . . cloaked in the mystery of who is behind the money, who is vetting the candidates, and what fucked up shit, we are going to get, from this group, who think so extreme that the rest of us, can't relate!   VETO!

NOTE:  The Republican and Mormon controlled NSA, 30,000 spies in Utah, have shut off my spell check, so hopefully, I can spell close enough, so you can guess what I am saying . . . obviously, opposed to their ideologies in the regional NSA headquarters, run by the Mormon Church in Utah!  LOL!

KEYSTONE PIPELINE, OBAMACARE--VETO BOTH!

I was watching last week's, videos of the Daily Show, Jon Stuart, and caught both, Professor Cass and author of the other book, with the killer title, that I stole, didn't steal the ideas from either, because I haven't read either book, just like what I heard, but, after  hearing a very mild, mannered, Professor Cass, of Harvard Law, state that we  need to rely, more on facts and evidence . . . good Professor, now you are talking my language, and yours!  We just can't afford, to be a risky, in America, today, as we have been in the past, because, there is too much as stake, the world is too connected, markets are hurt, people are hurt, and many don't recover, even if the economy recovers, you are gambling with America's future!  We need calmer heads, cooler, thoughts, and honest and sincere look at the facts, less grand-standing, less chest pumping, cowboys, I love, but not in politics, unless, good old common sense is implemented, we are in recovery, not in a raging economy of the past generations, we have been used and abused by Wall Street, and we just can't afford to make money for Canada!  

Right after watching the Daily Show, I jettisoned around the web, and navigated to MSNBC, Rachel Maddow Show, to see what she was up to, and found that just that day, the House had voted to approve the Keystone Pipeline, but not with enough votes to override the veto powers, that will save us from a complete ignorance of the facts, by the Republicans and their Democrats, supporting the pipeline.  In an article, either of Rachel's blog, or from some other source that I didn't note, but read, had just what the good Harvard Law Professor ordered, and list of the facts and evidence, relating to the Keystone XL Pipeline . . . there will be a negative affect on the environment, not as severe as originally thought, but there is still evidence of environmental impacts that are not what we want.  Just because the EPA studies and impacts, don't show total disaster, doesn't mean, that this is something we desire or want.  There are only going to be 35 fucking U.S. jobs, created, not the 40,000 alleged!  

 As for helping the economy grow, not gonna happen, and that is a given, 35 jobs, is not going to make a hill of beans difference in the U.S. economy, but the pipeline, will in fact, help our Canadian neighbors immensely, while leaving America, cut in half by a monstrous snake of pipe, slithering from Nebraska down to the Gulf of Mexico, an eye sore at best, hideous at worst, and how in the hell do we get around the motherfucker?  Congress, do you know the answers?

I guess, American or state, departments of transportation, are to worry about that, huh?  I don't fucking think so, no way, no how!  Do not think for one second that President Obama, not in any bubble that I can see, is your enemy, those, new Republican majority, labels aside, group think aside, might just be the worse thing to happen to America, in decades . . . vetted, paid for by big money, and not necessarily, American big money, but controlled and operating out of London, the world bankers, who hate America, with a secret plan, a one so foreign to American ideas and benefits, as to take us back to the pre-revolutionary days, when Britain was our master!  I have four family members, fight in that war, DNA!

FUCK THAT, ALLIES ASIDE, WE DON'T WANT TO DO YOUR BIDDING, WE ARE NOT YOUR COLONY, NOT GOING BACK THERE, SO DON'T VOTE IN A BUSH, LOYALTIES TO BRITAIN . . . ANYONE BUT AMERICA!  Scream, the liberal press, hell, no, the rational press, based on evidence, facts, and examples, the stuff of smart people, like yourself, don't be fooled by LABELS!

My List for Staying Out of the Bubble!

• avoid, black and white thinking . . . shades of gray, is more than the name of an erotic book . . . generally speaking, things just don't fit into some nice little package of black and white
• the more extreme the thinking, the lower your IQ is . . . great thinkers do not think in these simplistic ways, most issues, have a multiplicity of conditions, options, results, outcomes, and the complexities, take all sides of the issue having a voice, making contributions, etc.
• a representative form of government, like we have here in America, is not a democracy, per se, but a republican form of government, not Republican as in the party, but as in a representative form of government . . . we don't want mob rule, or the majority!  We want the best people in office, to represent us, having studied the issues, read the bills they are voting for, not making gross generalizations about very complex and complicated issues, with members of Congress or state legislatures, for that matter, being privy, to committee meetings, hearings, correspondences with constituents, testimonies, witnesses, and others who give elected officials the inside track on what is really going on, informing them, so they can make an informed vote, representing the rest of us, who are not so privileged to get the inside scoop on what the entire contents of a bill are, and we have to trust our elected officials, give them the benefit of the doubt, even if it, goes contrary to our wants and wishes, because we are not in the meetings, where the facts and evidence, etc. are presented!
• we have a diverse population, with competing interests, power structures and strong lobbyists, and representatives of WE THE PEOPLE, need, to vote in favor of what benefits, not only our constituents, because different parts of the country, will have different needs, but, people are people, businesses are businesses, and at times, those interests are at odds with each other . . . vote for the people's interests, over business . . . they have had their way for far too long, and fucked over the people for far too long, it is their time to pay the piper, pay their far share of taxes, and not run overseas to get tax breaks, when the dollars are made, right here in the U.S. of A.!  If fortunes are made here, taxes should be paid here!  PERIOD!
• use inductive and deductive reasoning, use common sense, not party platitudes . . . all A can't always be true, and all B always be false . . . at times, in this sophisticated world, both A and B, may be, both true and false, with an equal number of reasons, that all competing interests, need to be balances, in what we call a compromise . . . what the word, politics means . . . everyone gets something they want, and everyone, loses something they want . . . shooting for a win/win result, not winner take all, loser, get's nothing, not that simple!
• avoid always hanging out with the same color, race, religion, creed, background, work environment, get out and about, meet all kinds of people, and you may be totally refreshed at their perspectives, their ideas, their input, their contributions to you understanding of local, state and national issues.  I was reading in the Bible yesterday, morning before Church, and someone turned the Christian music to country, and some song came on about being from a blue collar background, the drinking class . . . right as the song was playing, my eyes landed on the words, I FIND GREAT JOY IN THEM . . . I smiled, because, I do too!  This is in the New Life Recovery Bible, for alcoholics!  I am with people, who could not have a more diverse background than myself, and I find great, refreshing joy, in their honesty, their lack of pretenses, their forthrightness, their sense of humor, etc., as heard on the bus this morning, in the title!
• see the world, as it really is, not as you want it to be, not through your particular cult, religion, neighborhood, background, appreciate the differences that make America great, the melting pot, with all cultures coming together, in this great experiment, this attempt at Utopia . . . follow the Preamble, that takes you closest to this idea, one we have not achieved yet, and having blinders on, will never get us there, one party, one religion, one thought pattern, one set of ideologies will never achieve this goal, for it is for all men, all mankind, in my mind!
• I am sure that this list, while not near exhaustive enough, will at least get the old brain juices going, have a discussion, in your bubble, and reach out and touch, hold some one's hand, make someone better if you can . . . get out from under your bubbles, they are not real!

The Mystery of the 90 Plus . . . Lady of the Rockies Solved at Church!

Talk about getting out of your bubble, try a different church . . . I had a ball, yesterday, talking to a reformed Catholic, a woman, who went to stay with her aunt and uncle, back east, who were Mormons, and rubbed shoulders with the Christian Family Center Church, located at 803 So. Arizona, in the Sonshine Square, what used to be an old brewery, then bookstore, grocery store, and now church!  Pastor Chris Hunter, since he was 7 or 8 years old, a native of Washington state, as long as he could remember, wanted to be a pastor, and when he grew up, he picked Montana, after going through it to see, Yellowstone National Park, and planted his holy ass, here in Butte, and is loving the people, the members, the community, and welcomes anyone, who wants a church with the clear goal of having God's presence with them, a family oriented atmosphere, building confidence and trust in its members!  

The congregation is relatively small, but the spirit in the church is large, like Christ, and loving.  I have been to larger churches, and nobody has greeted me, but here, the pastor came up and introduced himself, another lady, former owner of the bookstore, in that same building, and several other ladies, sat and we talked, for a good hour after the services.  Pastor Chris is a huge, Seahawk's football fan, and he saw an article on face book, or heard it on the radio, about an article 10 Points of Parenting by the Seahawks . . . I gathered from the Pastor, that the Seahawks, last year's Super Bowl winners, and won, Saturday, Peter, whatever, the coach, took a lot of heat, lost a lot of games, and got rid of a lot of players, to build the team he wanted, and finally took the championship!  These are some of the tips, from that strategy, the Pastor adopted to leading his church, connected with the larger Four Square Church, and God, knows, we all  need parenting tips  . . . look up the article.

OUR LADY OF THE ROCKIES, IS NOT THE VIRGIN MARY, NOT SOME GUY'S WIFE . . . SHE WAS PLACED ON THE MOUNTAIN, 1985 . . . LAST ONE OUT OF BUTTE, TURN OFF THE LIGHTS . . . HAVEN'T BEEN OFF SINCE!

Here is the scoop, from the Church Ladies . . . the Anaconda Mining Company, closed its doors, in 1982, leaving the local economy in shambles, the environment damaged, and the people without jobs.  As expected, there was a massive exodus out of Butte, after the mining closed, leaving only the toughest people, those determined to make it in tough times.  But there was a saying, that If you are the last one out of Butte, leave the light on . . . maybe, because they knew, that Butte, would have a comeback, the comeback kid?  But a group of citizens, got together and proposed, putting a woman, cool in and of itself, coming from this little feminist, and people from the town, pulled their resources and money, which was scarce in those waning days of the mine economy, and made this lady, to be lighted and put up on the hill or mountain, to look over the flocks of people in Butte, those remaining.  

She was built in three parts, flown by National Guard helicopter, to the top of the mountains, and connected, to stand as a sentinal, over the valley floors, keeping watch and care!  It was not church owned, privately owned, and it was either the city, but I don't even think that was the case, as I recall, but just the people of Butte, who cared about Butte, its future, who donated the time, effort, and resources to get the Lady in her elevated place!  I believe the ladies told me that the National Guard, also built the road to the statue, so people can actually drive up and see her up close and personal.  Like I said, as I came into Butte the first time, she shined, glowed, and followed me, while I didn't know what she was, but traced my movements, until I was at hear feet, crawling up the freeway, between Butte and Helena, Montana, as sight to behold, in deed!  Way cool . . . 

James, James, James, Kiss!  Smile.  I Guess Not Too Much of a Feminist!  LOL!  Thanks!  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE BOX TROLLS--NOBODY PUTS BABY IN A CORNER--SAYING ON THE OFFICE OF THE STATE PUBLIC DEFENDER OFFICE, IN BUTTE, WHERE I WAS SUPPOSE TO MEET, ED SHEEHY--SYMBOLIC NAME--SHE, ME, HE WILL SAY, IS SHE, ONE OF MY DOUBLES, THE SHROUD IS BACK ON TODAY, AFTER BEING LIFED YESTERDAY! DUMB AND DUMBER UP TO NO GOOD, GUESS THE PUBLIC DEFENDERS WHO WERE SO INTERESTED IN HELPING 34% OF THE PEOPLE IN MONTANA GET THEIR RECORDS EXPUNGED, DON'T CARE, OR THEY GOT BOUGHT OUT, SURPRISE, SURPRISE, SURPRISE, LIKE I SAID, I MAKE CONTACT WITH A, THEY FOLLOW UP MEETING AND BRIBING A; I MEET B, THEY FOLLOW UP AND BRIBE B, AND SO FORTH AND SO ON . . . THEY HAVE BEEN DOING IT SINCE THE FIRST SECOND I STEPPED FOOT IN MONTANA--THEY CAN'T COME UP WITH AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT ON THEIR OWN, SO THEY FOLLOW ME, AND STEAL MY CONTACTS, AND ALL . . . COOL CHRISTIAN SONG I HEARD THIS MORNING--I DON'T NEED MY NAME IN LIGHTS, I DON'T NEED THE FAME, I KNOW I AM ADORED, HE KNOWS MY NAME! I JUST WANT TO HELP PEOPLE, AND THEY HAVE BASICALLY SHUT OFF MY SECOND BLOG, THEY SET UP THE THIRD WEEK, TRIED TO BLOCK YESTERDAY, BY PUTTING ME ON YAHOO, BAD CON LAW CHICK IS ABOUT ONE-FIFTH THE HITS IT HAS BEEN, MENTIONED IT THE OTHER DAY, 1.5 HITS PER 45 SECONDS, SO THEY TOOK IT OFF, AND MY GRAPH PORTRAYING THE RESULTS, TOOK A NOSE DIVE! DUMB ASS FUCKERS! LOL! TOP RESULTS ON GOOGLE! LOL! EAT YOUR STUPID LITTLE HEARTS OUT . . . PROFESSIONAL JEALOUSY! LOL!

The Box Trolls--NSA--Tried to Redirect Me to Yahoo, Steal the Blogspot I Have Had Since, September 25, 2013, and Make Me Start Over on New Search Engine!  I DON'T THINK SO!

I just can't believe what ninny, stupid, petty, cry baby, tactics, these dumb fuckers will stoop to, to steal whatever my golden hands touch.  LOL!  Get a life, you biker chicks, biting for hot dogs, on a string, on the back of your old man's Harley!  Could you be more abused, used, exploited, trashed, mere chattel, property, and the really, fucked up thing about it is, you dig it . . . no self-esteem!  Grow up, start you own pathetic blogs, cases, legislation, children, bands, life, resume, stories, whatever, you are simply bug shit!  Good God, you are absolutely sorry ass, sad old ladies, that missed your calling in life, having nothing better than pimps push you around.  WOW!  

Let, the poor, Mormon NSA, with 30,000 Mormon spies, manning the mission home in Utah, just around the point of the mountain from Salt Lake City, Utah, protect those little Mormon Muffin Sisters of mine, Sue even got her eye surgery, droopy eye-lid syndrome, can't pass for Jo with those bags over your eyes, but she is suppose to be in Turkey on a mission with Kevin, her equally desperate for attention husband  . . . my family, Utah, the Mormon Church has had enough of my success, damn it, they believe in the greatest amount of good for the greatest amount of people, as long as it is the money, the accolades, the honors, the cases, the bands, that originate from JoAnn and family.  Brett, Kay's honey, like those alleged real boobs, oh, hell, no, someone with real boobs, never would point that out!  HaHaHaHa . . . ask me, I am real!  In every way shape and form!  LOL!

Sue Pooh, The History Dodo . . . LOL!

Yesterdays, blog was dead spot, right on, if you bitches want to be me, start doing what I do, come stay in shelters, missions, rub shoulders, with the guys and gals, who have the issues with have tainted records, who can't get jobs, can't get housing, can't even stay at a hotel anymore, help one guy from Washington, and get the record cleared easy, have a guy from Montana ask for help, go to pull up the forms, and not only no court forms for expungment, leading you to the Montana Code, finding no statute, or nothing you would recognize as an expungment statute, then call, the Supreme Court, the law school, the attorney generals office, the state law library, and finally, call and argue with the state law librarian, refusing to believe that there is a Montana Supreme Court, case, giving judges the full power to expunge or clear records, but, they have no law to rely on!  WHAT?  Rachel is too stupid, to pull of the legislative JoAnn, so, the history major, Sue Schmidt, with a a minor in political science, plus a daughter, who claims to be an alleged constitutional law attorney, see my family has the sum total of roughly 120 people, who can mix and match, to try to equal, one me . . . so, with me buried, like just happened this morning, they bring in the subs, Sue, most likely!

Now, Sue is my little sister, who always wanted to be an attorney, but she couldn't even take one master's class, at William and Mary College, with a nanny, and dropped that program.  So, she not only could not do a master's degree, or even one class in the programs, she has never gone to law school.  My father, who wanted, also to go to law school, has been jealous the day I got admitted, and screamed at me for three hours for going to law school, and then when I wanted to specialize in areas of human interest, rather than business, he told me I was totally worthless.  After being poisoned, with my older sister, Shelley, also not an attorney, tried every which way but loose, to practice without a license in Utah, finally teamed with the right people, through, magic box trolls, was able to re-route my ability to e-file in the federal courts, while I was gone to court, having cases in 5 states, and doing the yo men's work of a small law firm in Utah, without help, plus taking care of Shelley and her lazy ass crew, plus a few of Rachel's kids and their buddies, while decorating a beautiful home, I won, going up against Wells Fargo, American Title, ex-hubby Chris Hickey, his lame ass attorney, who really should be disbarred, Brian, what the fuck, it has been too many miles and too many issues, to clutter my brain with the details of that ass hole, loser, lying sack of shit.  Oh, Brian or Bryan Adamson, friends with Judge John Walton, former law firm, represented, if not himself, who after I won the house at the federal court level, allowed a second shot at a state district court level, to his friends, when he should have been conflicted out, or recused himself from the case, also being a class mate of mine, and none other than that little cesspool, of shit, BYU, or the J. Reuben Clark, Law School, Brigham Young University, that has their fingers in this fraud so deep, it would make Brigham Young, himself, puck!

This is all in the family, all in the Mormon Church, all in the FBI, the CIA, the NSA, and with deep Mormon roots here in Montana, up at the legislature, they are just not as out right with the secret combinations, as they are in Utah, the theocracy, Constitution haters, and lovers of a combined church and state . . . hey, you Butte miners, Irish Catholics, and other Christians, ask yourself, why, your library is closed at 5:00 p.m., on Monday . . . I would venture a guess, that it is due to Mormon Family Home Evening . . . bet ya!  The Mormon Church has a low profile up here, and for a damn good reason, the Montana people dig the Constitutions, don't like manipulative assholes from behind the scenes, and are straight shooters, as far as I can see!  That is why I am here, I am the same kind of person.  Two years ago, I testified at least in 3 different sessions, and attended others, was given 30 minutes, to explain why I was opposed to the Salish-Kootenai Water Compact, violates the U.S. and Montana Constitutions, Water Law, Montana Law, and messes with Indian Law!  

If you want to check out your Montana Citizens, Self Help Court System booklet, I talked about yesterday in my blog, there is a great section on water rights, as referring to the water courts of limited jurisdiction, and it explains, what a water right is, that all the waters in Montana are owned by the state, and all water rights have to be for the beneficial use of those who use the water, with the Hellgate Treaty of 1855, giving Indians, who ceeded their lands to the United States government, the use and benefit of the water, but not ownership of the water, negating the whole premise the water compact is based on!  But, hey, what would I know, I just was the original person to do a constitutional law analysis on the compact, back in 2013, or for the last session, testified, then wrote another fuller analysis, backing my legislative testimony, then did an analysis of the treaty, at the request of a former legislator, so, what the hell should I know . . . Mormon thieves, want credit for the marijuana analysis, the water compact, that writings on abortion, and parental notice, wild burros and horses analysis, and now, the expungment states and laws . . . Good God, almighty, what the fuck, and you let them get away with this?

Being the Live Bait, For the Watchers of the Watchers

Do you think, NSA, that there is not one good cyber cop amongst your ranks and file, that can't read and get accesses to my blog, before you photo, scan, and re-direct it to another IP source, so the Mormons can get the money, the claim, and hits and results, protecting prior crimes, both in the box, and out?  Really, do you not think, there is one person, who could not be bribed, to tell the truth, Edward Snowden did!  Are you really that sure, that everyone sees this transfer of intellectual property, as just A, okay, just hunky dory, in Mormon terms?  Are you sure, Sue, Kevin, that you are not being watched and they are just gather evidence against you for false identity, and not every digs Mormon speak, Mormon flavor, Mormon crimes, Mormon conspiracies?  Really, just how perverted, corrupt, deceitful, and cleaver do you think you are?  I know you got away with trying to steal the blog, that damaged your dumb asses to hell and back, but, really, you actually think, all 30,000 spies are loyal to Mormons, even in the Utah headquarters, of the NSA?  WOW . . . you  may think that I am just singing DIXIE, here, but you might, be surprised, when there is a huge ass, Mormon round-up of guilty criminals, from the Mormon Mafia . . . play with fire, you get burned . . . and how do you plan of stopping me, the real JoAnn S. Secrist, from appearing at this session, kill me, jail me, frame me, track me, lie, say I am the crazy sister, who is lying, rather than the family cover and band of thieves . . . this is not hard to figure out!  

For, all of you non-lawyers, in the family, the wanna be lawyers, who are not willing to pay the prices, I do daily, who want to be something for nothing, I can claim anything I want about you and your secret societies, tied into the Bushes, Skull & Bones, Masonic Order, the Illuminati, and affiliates, but "they". the guys who will prosecute you have to have enough evidence to convict your lying asses, and that takes a bit more doing, than me telling them where to look for the crimes! Remember, those old time pictures of the Mormon chain gangs, the guys round-up and imprisoned for practicing polygamy, in the striped uniforms . . . we might get another picture of who's who, in Mormondumb, again!  LOL!  And, the Southwich family, who has been lulled into thinking their lies, crimes, deceits, cover-ups, exchanges, thefts have all gone un-noticed, while all the while, every move of yours, in noted and documented!  LOL!  I love justice and I can't wait, bribery is a crime, even for a public defender's office!  180 degree turn from yesterday, watch out, not immune!

And the Beat Goes No--Cher--Dumb & Dumber, Bounty Hunters

The morning call at the Butte Rescue Mission, the bounty hunter tag team, are at it again, after yesterday's brutal beating, battering, not flattering, but hey, there were a lot fewer, hits and results, than usual, since the NSA, hacker bitches, same chicks, watch me 24/7, got the blog in time to minimize some of the damage, but not all.  But, like I said, yesterday, they are used to dealing with these chicks, not me, and they always underestimate me . . . and I love it.  Okay, so this morning, I come in to the mess hall, for breakfast, and Charlie is looking mighty fine, ready for an interview of some sort, cool, fun, guy who is always trying, keeps the peace, and has a good temprament.  Just thought I would add that, and wish him luck with his interview.  And another stunningly good-looking, but stupid fellow, James comes tripping in, looking like a Kennedy, the milllionaire he claims to be, dressed to kill, for a day on the ski slopes, probably with Brett and Kaytwo heads are better than one . . . not on the ski slope!

I like my dad's saying, one boy, one brain, two boys, two half brains . . . mistakenly typed, "bra", what is all about for these boys, they will show me, who is boss, the ski kings of the CIA, on government money, or mine . . . Brett, said, it was always easier to spend my money!  Clowns on the slopes, skiers beware, ladies beware, handsome, but brutally stupid too . . . maybe the watchers, will watch the watchers, on the ski hills!  Just a hint, that is the play of the day for the playboys of the CIA, can't have all work and no play, on tax payer's money, all work and no play, make Jack a dull boy, not so sure the skiing makes these boys any smarter!  LOL!  Working girl, playboys, Kay might be there too, she writes really bad alleged anit-Mormon books, that are suppose to be about Mormon history, but there are really about torts, or wrongful acts, Kay's law practice, especially after getting her neck and back injuries, that make her walk like she has a corn cob up her ass, fits, she is with the corn King of Kansas!  LOL!  Amazing how those homeless boys dress, everything color coordinated, everything nice and new, probably found it in a dumpster somewhere, along Harrison Blvd, in Butte, not at R.E.I., oh, hell no!  I have tits and ass, I am not smart enough to tell the difference between new and old clothes, so off to the slopes, will show up for dinner, after a rough day of skiing.  Check the local resorts, James has to be back by 5:00 p.m., to keep his bed, and, you know, that would blow the cover!

Guys Big Show, This Morning, After A Three Time Hunting Failure Yesterday!

James job is to ask we where I am going today, before he leaves for the slope . . . Guy, on the other hand, is the tracker.  He now knows that the way I can spot him and his buddies from the local cop shop, is through the fog, I can still see, the Butte Rescue Mission sticker . . . on a green older, Ford of some sort, Bronco, older, but, and Escape of something, I am pretty good as identifying cars.  And I am sure that the rescue mission is getting sick and tired of Guy, using their SUV, being identified by me, in my blog.  I wondered, if is would not be more effective, for Guy to take the BRM sign, which is a magnet, that can be taken on and off, to take it off, so he is incognito a bit more.  What is so ironic, is that Guy, was talking me before, this whole, 180 degree turn of his, to enemy commando, tracker, good ol' buddy, and said, that he saw, two Mormon missionaries, riding their bikes, and they went right through a stop sign . . . he is probably Mormon, incognito, biker looking dude.  So, he beelines in over to the elders, and reprimands them, telling them that they have a badge on their chest, that states that they are representing the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and they ought to think more of what that statement of ignoring the law, is saying about them and who they represent . . . the message comes through loud and clear to me, Mormons think they are above the law, and with the help of CIA, FBI, NSA, 70% membership, they basically are, these boys are just following their elders!  True to form . . . but, is Guy getting the message, that he is doing the same thing for the mission?

BREAD RUN LEFT WANTING, WHILE TRACKING ME!

Guy generally does the bread runs for the mission, and the store house was emptier yesterday than I have even seen it.  I asked Nick, my little Italian buddy, who has been around, why the storeroom was so empty?  He said, that he didn't think that Guy did a bread run yesterday, or that people came in and took it all . . . like I said, I watch the normal flow of the patterns around the place, and that bread room, is rarely empty, and this was empty, hell, he was out chasing me all morning, he didn't have time for the homeless and the hungry!  But, he did wave, to me this morning, maybe more Christian than I think, and he made a huge deal about leaving, not normal, at all.  He raised his hands and said, I am leaving, good bye all.  Really, and that wasn't obvious . . . at the time, I didn't think much of it, he then kind of came back when that didn't get a rise, and asked for volunteers to move furniture . . . what about the bread?  As I am walking up to the library, colder than hell, I notice the rescue mission SUV, or whatever, driving, slowly up the street, up Arizona.  As I rounded the corner, to go in the Montana Public Defender's Office Building, on Broadway, and whatever, with the spiral staircase in glass, visible from the street, I notice the same vehicle, ours, but without the sticker, going really slow.  

So, when I got upstairs, I knew the games had begun, I am a legal fiction, I don't exist again, and the double trouble is back, and they have hit the PD office, and it is highly evident, the stonewalling, the excuses, the empty offices, the lack of interest, the, well, I can't give out Ed's email, you know, company policy . . . even if I am trying to help, over 300,000 Montana's get their records expunged and clear?  WELL, IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR CLIENTS, THEN WHY SHOULD I . . . I WAS PISSED, BUT NOT SURPRISED, HAPPENS OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!   

Guy's job, was to follow me, and warn them that I was coming, and to ditch Ed somewhere, since, Ed was in trial, yesterday, but told me he had all day on Friday, but generally, left at around 3:30 p.m., so I needed to make it in before then.  Okay, so a total change in attitudes and in schedule . . . but this is who this crowd rolls, and they most likely had met Ed, prior to me going in  his office, taking him by surprise.  There is a chick in the office, who moved up from Utah, and I thought, how fortuitous, that she might actually, either have heard of me, or had seen me in Utah, or she might be able to tell the attorney from the fraud . . . all hopes dashed, and blocked, sent packing, whatever, I am so used to it, and I am sure that some double is up at the legislature, pretending that they were the ones, who had talked to all the homeless centers, while staying there, God's Love, Samaritan House, Butte Rescue Mission, Ray of Hope, Rescue Mission in Great Falls, and House of Hope in Spokane . . . all directors are all about helping these people get their records clear, they see the problems, and so do I!

This Project Started a Year and a Half ago, At God's Love, Helena

God's Love in Helena, was my first stay, after Iron County Sheriffs stole my truck . . . back in June or August of 2013, I think.  That is really where this whole project started, with me, asking Dave, the director's son, if he thought it would help, if I could create a standardized form, for expungment of records for the guests and the shelter.  He was extremely excited, and said, he would love it.  I disappeared up to Glacier Park, and never got the project done . . . it was that September that I started this blog.  But, I never forgot my commitment to the homeless shelter, and still haven't as of this morning, I just wanted some local attorneys, with a vested interest in the issue, as they were just two days ago, to make sure that this attorney from Utah, doesn't get the law more messed up than it already is by making suggestions, without a full understanding of the issues, that facts, the history and intent of the legislature.  I other words, I do my god-damn, fucking homework, always!   

I wrote a page long email to Janna Taylor, a sponsor of a version of a bill, not exactly what I think we need, and she wrote back, said she had a judge look over it, but I think it deals more with DUIs, and some of the stuff I wrote about yesterday, and not exactly what I was looking at  . . . much simpler, like once you have paid your dues to society, the courts, done your time, paid fines, did community service, etc., that a former defendant, could request from the court, he was convicted in, to clear his record, having met all their requirements . . . 5 years after a felony conviction and 3 years after a misdemeanor conviction!  And it has always, not been far from my mine, as I always keep my word, and promises, to people who have helped me, as the shelters and missions in Montana have, fed, at times clothed, and kept me safe and warm, that is until the feds, the Mormons, or the cops, start getting involved, as they always do . . . but, I will see this expungment or record clearing statute to Capitol Hill, myself if needs be . . . I have seen, how much hope it has given people I have already helped get their record's expunged in other states!

Changing Lives . . . Just Like Repentance!

Last summer, I was renting a basement in Missoula, but when downtown, and either low on cash, or just wanting a great meal, I would stop by the Poverello Center, and get a meal.  Usually, it will get around, especially, if I have stayed in a place, which I have all over the state, several times, unlike my doubles, who live in luxury, on my dime, while I live without, then they want the benefits of the things I learn or get involved in due to my stays on the alleged wrong side of the street, with the homeless, whom I find fascinating and fun, as a general rule, living somewhat more exciting, adventuresome lives, like myself, that the average more stable citizen!  But, this guy, first tried to hit on me, then when he found out I was an attorney, he hit me up for help, which I am always more than willing to give, if I can, do what I can do.  He asked me to get his record of 10 years expunged in Washington State, a crime, he claimed to have not done, but that had been on his record for 10 years!  Of course, I would help, I understand, how awful that record can be, and he was trying to get in an apartment, and couldn't pass a background check . . . sad, 10 years after the fact! 

So, I got on the computer and pulled up the Washington Court Forms, where I think, due to being on the Utah court forms, many times, and thinking I remembered seeing the expungment forms down there, figuring that was a good place to start my search to get, Ken's record clear . . . I can't remember his name, but that is what I think it is.  I not only found the forms, under a different name, maybe that is where I got the record clearing idea from, rather than finding expungment statutes and forms.  I was so excited, to read down in the fine print, that there was a group of attorneys, who worked with the CLEAR PROJECT, that would help clear records, either free or for a small amount . . . joyful, now I didn't have to do it.  Although, Ken was an alcoholic, and I think I had to give him the phone number and contact information to the place about three times, which pissed me off, since I always do stuff free, once is a gift, and then it gets to be a pain in the ass, if the person, cares less than myself!

Another guy, heard that I was helping Ken, and he asked me to help, which I did, or tried . . . he was from Montana . . . after calling the world, and not believing my ears, I told the guy, I could not help him and became even more determined to get this law passed if I have to lobby for it myself!

LICENSED TO SERVE--KEN GAVE ME THE KIND OF PAY I LIKE TO GET!

About 6 months later, actually, in the last few months, I ran into Ken, a new man.  He was so happy to see  me, and introduced me, as the woman, who changed his life, the woman who got his record expunged, the woman, that made it so he could get an apartment, and he had the hope of a better life, and had even stopped drinking!  He got all teary eyed, and profusely thanked me for the help, and he could not do enough for me, and that was pay enough . . . I want that for every person in Montana, which could mean, about 300,000 plus, if the law of averages, of 34% of the adult population being in jail or prison at one time or another in their lives!  So, this is a law that needs to happen, and if needs be, separate it from DUI issues, which, I heard, was part of the reason the old, 1989 statute got rescinded.

Person after person, tells me their tales of woe, in Montana!  You can be tough on crime, but, my hell, when the person has met all the requirements of restitution for a crime, they ought to be forgiven, and their records cleared!  We have a large homeless population in Montana and this is why.  Some young turk, gets in trouble at 21 and can't have a life, for the rest of his remaining days on earth?  Really, you want to support him, feed him, cloth him and house him, forever, because that is what is happening.  I am all about Christian efforts, but this is insane!   As I attended the opening ceremonies of the New Poverello Center, December 13, 2014, and as the regional director of HUD, came and championed, Mayor Engan, as one of the 350 mayors across the country who has vowed to end homelessness, I thought, how key this legislation is, and it, homelessness, can't be ended without the proper legal tools, a law, for the courts, who already know they have the power to do it, they just don't have the legislative act or law to make it a permanent thing in the state of Montana.

You can give a man a fish, and he has food for a day, you can teach him to fish and he has food for a lifetime . . . same principle applies, we have to give these people the tools, the freedom, to make a living, to get a job, to have a home, to be free of their past, and that is not being soft-core, that is being sensible, common sense, in this modern age of computers and easy access to records, it is critical that expungment happens!  

Actually Two Bills Moving Through the Legislature

Representative Janna Taylor, is moving a bill, that is amending, one that is already on the books, and there is another bill, and she wrote the sponsor, and said that I would like it.  I have not had the time to pull that bill up yet, but thank God for representatives that will take an issue to heart, and marshal it through both houses of the Montana Legislature.  So, Taylor's bill has already had its first reading, so the session of off and running.  I wrote a monster email, with almost a legal analysis of some of my issues and concerns, constitutional protections and rights, that need to be considered, but as is the case, with all legislators, the session is packed with meetings, and open sessions on the floor, each day, so, we need to keep our communications with our representatives short and sweet.  But, those of you with legislative know-how, check the bills, and help them get the support from your representatives in your districts.  Your voice matters, facts and examples are the most persuasive to convince people that changes need to be made.

These are Your Kids, Your Neighbors, Your Cousins, Your Co-Workers, Your Friends, Your Concern . . . Legislators Need Contact From their Constituents, Numbers Help!

With Term Limits That are Good/Bad, Many of the Legislators are New, but All Want to Be Re-elected . . . Get Involved!

PASS THESE BILLS!

P.S., one more proof, that I was at the Public Defender's Office, on Wednesday and today, Friday, there is a picture of a mother elephant and a baby elephant, following in her footsteps . . . reminded me of the saying that was also on the wall, Nobody Puts or Backs Baby in a Corner . . . in my federal tax code, symbolic mind, El, standing for my son, Elliot, bass guitarist for (Old School) Parallax, God's Revolver and Maraloka, is one of my signs or symbols for his name, and I had just written yesterday, like mother, like son, both of us, have worked on our crafts and skills, both in the law and music, almost exactly the same time, so the baby elephant following the mother elephant, tied in with the fact that mama is not going to let, you get away with stealing my babies music, never, never, never . . . I would rather you hang than do that . . . you have gotten away with it for a while, but, you will not forever! 

  

TOUGH BUTTE--CHILLY, FIZZY, FUN! IF GOD IS WITH YOU, WHO CAN BE AGAINST YOU? NOBODY! LOL! WATCHING THE TRACKERS, TRACK ME AGAIN--GOD PUT A FOG, NOT ONLY OVER THE BERKELEY PIT, BUT OVER THE WHOLE CITY OF BUTTE, UNTIL SECONDS AFTER I HIT MCDONALD'S TO GET A DIET COKE, THEN IT LIFTED! OH, YEAH, MY INTEL GUY CAN BEAT ANY COP, ANY TIME, ANY WHERE, AND BOUNTY HUNTER TEAM TOO! GOTTA LOVE THOSE SCRIPTURES! WORKING WITH LEGISLATOR, JANNA TAYLOR, THE MONTANA PUBLIC DEFENDER'S OFFICE TO GET AN EXPUNGMENT OR RECORD CLEARING LAW PASSED--LOOK AT IT KIND OF LIKE REPENTENCE . . . THANK GOD, GIVES US A CHANCE TO CHANGE! PEOPLE CAN'T GET JOBS, HOUSING AND EVEN A MOTEL, UNDER THE CURRENT LAWS, AS FAR AS I KNOW--MONTANA DID HAVE AN EXPUNGMENT STATUTE UP UNTIL 1989! HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE ARE EFFECTED, THE WAY THE LAW IS WRITTEN NOW, TIME FOR A CHANGE, UP FOR A CHALLENGE! LOL! GOTTA LOVE THIS AMERICAN RIDE! GOOD LUCK LEGISLATORS, REMEMBER STATUTORY INTERPRETATION IS BASED ON FIRST, CONSISTENCY WITH THE UNITED STATES AND MONTANA CONSTITUTIONS--THEN (1) THE PLAIN LANGUAGE OF THE STATUTE; (2) LESLISLATIVE INTENT; AND (3) LEGISLATIVE HISTORY . . . HAVE A GREAT SESSION, WILL HELP ALL I CAN, IF YOU NEED IT! OH, THEFT OF MY BLOG IS TAKING PLACE AS WE SPEAK, I CAN'T LOG ONTO MY BLOG THRUOGH GOOGLE ANYMORE, ONLY YAHOO, LOL! WHAT WILL THE LIARS COME UP WITH NEXT, IN THE REAL WORLD, NOT THE COP WORLD, PEOPLE JUDGE A PERSON ON MERIT, CHARACTER, EXPERIENCE, EDUCATION, CONTRIBUTIONS, CREDENTIALS . . . NOT THEIR BRA SIZE! LOL! GROW UP--JUNION GIRLS BE GONE!

Latest & Greatest from the Butte Rescue Mission

Life is good--just when you think you have the Boyz Clubz under control, their ego's, their libido's, and the Patriot Act, raise their ugly heads!  LOL!  Last I left you, dear reader, I wrote how Charlie, one of the actually, hot, guys at the BRM, was heard saying . . . You are 60?  Damn, you make 60 look good!  Well, obviously, that didn't go over well, with the bounty hunter duo, or their compatriots at the cop agencies, who prefer the junior girls, who's bra size determine their worth, and one is sitting right here at the Butte Silver Bow Mall, with me, on computer #5, and he, at the desks, where people with their own computers--like I had until mine got fried, a month ago, can hook up to wi-fi or the Internet.  I have to fill you in on the history of this morning, and you will see the clown shit these guys think, I am willing to swallow, to believe their time lines, comings and goings, as if I wasn't doing just what I told James Kennedy, I would do--go to McDonald's, get a Diet Coke, then to the Mall to write my blog . . . and that is exactly what I did; however, I saw Guy, driving the Butte Rescue Mission, vehicle, with little buddy here, drive by me in the fog, later, while sitting at McDonald's, spending the last dollar, James gave me, laughing as Guy, and buddy over here, most likely an undercover detective or cop of some sort, came back a few minutes later, when I was safely inside, enjoying the fizzy, part of the chilly, and getting a kick out of the fun part, watching the trackers, being tracked by the tracked!  Not fooled . . .

Objections to Biker Lifestyle--The Way They Treat Women

I know that both James and Guy, are bikers, Guy wears his Sturgis t-shirts, and James told me he was a biker, even furthering my suspicions that they are the two dudes that were featured in the newspaper, being in Kalispell and Missoula, just shortly after I was, before booking it to Vegas, not have read the newspaper article on the after New Years, TV show, about two bikers, really looking like these two in every way, shape and form, from what I remember from the article, that must have run around December 22, 2014 to a week after that, because, James showed up, not long after that, Guy was already here, at the Butte Rescue Mission, that is, disguised as a bread runner for the Mission.

Most biker dudes, are really not into the cops; therefore, when James said that he has been married 6 times, and most of the women, have been, either CIA chicks, or deputy sheriffs, just the type of gals that some cop would hook up with, there are red flags.  Now, he would say, that they tried to rescue him from his trashy lifestyle, and eventually got either sick of him, or couldn't see him destroy himself, a sob story, most of their types of women would buy off on, dumb as they are, which is precisely the point . . . you are dealing with a different caliber of women, here boyz, someone who is actually smarter than you, as evidenced by the fact that I told you exactly where, when, and what I would be doing, although, after seeing the bounty hunters, out on the prowl again, I decided to prolong my presence at the library, until, the two, figured that I was not coming.

Spending My Time Working, Watching the Dudes

I patiently read through the entire, Montana Citizens, Guide to the Courts, booklet, that I picked up at the library, the main, library the other day, to read through, to make sure that I understand the differences in the Utah and Montana court systems, before, jumping in and making recommendations to Janna Taylor and the Montana Legislature, on the possibility of resurrecting the expungment or record clearing statute and laws, that existed in Montana, prior to 1989.  Compliments to the State Bar of Montana, Montana attorneys, judges, state officials, and generous grant from Humanities Montana!  It took me 20 years, clawing and scratching my way through, 5 statewide jobs, working on both sides of the isle, prosecution and defense, being exposed, either through my jobs, to administrative agencies and their system, mediation and arbitration, both the state and federal systems of trial courts, courts of appeals, and the supreme court levels, including all the way up to the United States Supreme Court, to get this overview, that you are providing to your citizens!  So, helpful to an attorney, transplanting from one system to another.

Now, I don't know if I am so tainted against Utah, that I can't see the forest for the trees, or the desert for the shit, but the Utah Office of the Administration of the Courts, and the Utah Supreme Court, several recent years ago, not as early as 2009, which is about the time frame of the photos in your booklet, put out a similar, alleged help, for people, working their way through the court system in Utah, or what I thought the book intended to do, and wasn't.  The help, was minimal, the information limited, at best, and as is the case in Utah, case in point, the focus was on, form rather than substance!  One thing I can say, is that Utah is consistent!  There was nothing much of help in the booklet, other than to sing the praises of the groups that put it together, and as for help, that was, basically, as I recall, none existent to the average citizen, let alone attorneys, like myself, who were hoping to help pro se litigants, navigate through the system.

Your book, however, was great, and my love affair with Montana, continues, getting a great overview of the courts, where they are located, courts of general, or original jurisdiction, limited, and specific, so cool, and so appreciated.  As is the case, in Montana, the focus is on substance over form!  A truly helpful booklet.  Just one suggestion, and that is a brief overview of how to look up laws in the Montana Code Annotated or MCA, a short explanation, on Index, the code, who the codes or laws are numbered, title, section, subsection, can work miracles for the citizen, who is attempting to do their legal work themselves, and I have coached many, who with a little help from me, are thrilled to get their hands on the actual laws, and be able to apply their factually specific situation, to the law!

As, I have learned, and often had to remind my clients, or the people that I help, which is everyone, I can, whether paid or not, being paid one dollar, for every ten I help with, that knowledge is power, and nobody cares about your or their individual case, more than they do.  I had to remind them, that I have 30 cases I am working on, going to the Court of Appeals, on three, and the U.S. Supreme Court, or whatever, and I don't have time to worry, and focus, primarily on their case alone!  They got that, and without a secretary, legal assistant, or paralegal to help me, doing it all myself, I had to make my clients, their own legal researcher, and they always, always, always, did a great job, because, nobody cared more about their case, than they did!  Bar none!  Sorry for the suggestion, my flight attendant, sister, who looks, kind of like me, has a size larger bra, therefore, listen to her, the Utah State Bar Association did!  LOL!  You fucking clowns . . .

JoAnn Is Just a Lonely Grandma . . . Nick . . . From James!

Now, this is coming from a guy, who just days ago, approached me, basically trying his pick up lines, that is if he is being honest in who he is saying he is actually talking to at the mission--the girlz clubz don't have to be their, the boyz clubz members, just cover their asses, and lie about who is really there, ME, not their girlz . . . and the first thing out of his mouth, thinking me, much younger than himself, he is two years older, referred to himself as an old guy, 62 years old.  I laughed, and said, old, I am only two years younger than you are . . . he, himself was stunned.  But, as men, would have it, their way, they go back to the familiar, having absolutely know respect for women, returning to the mentality of the biker bitches or government whores, as Lady Gaga would say . . . they are used to, rather than amping it up a bit, while dealing with a female attorney, because, they have been promoting lesser attorneys, as me, or promoting, non-attorneys, as me also, and failing to distinguish between the two, think, that everything that has tits and ass, is created, according to their system of natural selection, that survival of the fittest mentality of the Darwinists, rather than dealing in the word that you and I deal in, that of true, tried, and tested, ability, brilliance, learning, recall, education, experience, contributions, honors and awards, merit, and valuable and lasting knowledge!

They continue to live under the cop, male bubble, of the Patriot Act, where cops rule, rights don't exist, and women, are inferior, do what they are told, believe what men tell them about themselves, rather than relying on evidence, plain language, and history, of some 60 years, or whatever their age is!  LOL!  

In the American Biker book, that Alan, my client had in his home, then my home, there are all these pictures of biker bitches, their old ladies, sitting on back of their old man's bikes, naked from the waist up, breasts exposed to the hundreds of bikers, watching, trying to catch a hot dog on a string, with their mouths!  I can't think of anything more humiliating, disgusting, debasing, and hideous, to make, the woman, you allegedly love, do . . . no matter who great you think her tits are, and how much you want the bros in the biker gang to think, your bitch is hot!  James told me of a guy who shot his wife in the back, and took her body, and shoved it into a dog kennel . . . was I suppose to be impressed?  Or the guy, who didn't want his wife dancing in a titty bar, while making $50K a year, and shot her, in front of everyone . . . really, cool?  Can you think of worse?  Yes, these men think that they own their old ladies, and if they are in a bar, and their old man, tells them to let 12 guys in the bar rape them, the girl does it!  Holy shit, and these are the guys, who seriously, think, I am going to believe, something so contrary, as to say, that I am some, lonely grandma, because, I rejected their advances?  Fuck off you dumb shits!

I Guess I Am To Believe, that Black is White & White is Black?

In my world, men do not reign supreme over women, nor women over men . . . but, I have a definite standard by which to decide, whether I will, or will not listen to someone.  First, I consider the source, do I respect this person as an authority, as having merit, themselves, being reliable, credible, and having veracity, in the subject area, they are speaking of . . . in this case, me.  I just consider the source, men, that have issues with women, treat them like dogs, sex objects, to tantalize and stimulate them sexually, and that is the sum total of their worth, or to use to fuck, someone like me over, which never works, I know the the women, you assholes are promoting, and they suck as bad as you do!  LOL!

Birds of a feather flock together . . . good, God, almighty, what is this world coming to?  People are either attracted to the opposite, opposites attract, or they are attracted to likes, like is attracted to like, or the law of attraction!  The thing that is so funny, about the FBI Dating Game, match play, hot machines . . . is that, they are basing the match on physical characteristics, or the more shallow natures of the parties or partners, rather than the core beliefs, values, goals, and morals; therefore, while there is an initial attraction, based, merely on the physical looks, brutally handsome, when the subject, opens his mouth, the attraction fades, keep your mouth shut, stupid, or remove all doubt, and speak!  I dig smart men, and men, who would prefer, some lame ass, dumb chick with big fake breasts, or real, as in Kay's case . . . now if your boobs were real, why in the hell, would you ever tell someone they were real, I have never, never, never, started a conversation with someone, male or female, with, grabbing my tits, and saying, these are real, unless, Kay is delusional as the men she is attracted to, like Brett, whom, I told, if you are her man, you sure as hell are not mine . . . he almost killed us, driving off the freeway, just over the mountain from Cove, Utah!  He wanted a cat fight!  Sorry, don't do it . . . you want her, you get her!  Crazy bitch!  LOL!  Thinks she earned being me, who are you kidding?  Oh, of course, yourselves!

Any rational person, will realize, that you cannot, become someone else, you can't earn being them, you can't lie your way into being them, you can't clone yourself, even into being them, why?  Because, you, even cloned, have not had the same experiences as me!  Are you so stupid, to think, that you can step in at age, 46 years, and be me?  You are seriously kidding, Yourself!  LOL!  And the delusional men, who think fraud broads are cool.  I am sitting here in the Mall, and next door, is this store, called, Moses for Men . . . and junior women!  LOL!  Yeah, Moses had a dick too, and women were superfluous to their male counterparts, and he would most likely chose the junior girls over me, because I am just too much smarter than men, as a general rule!  Obviously he did something wrong, because he was not allowed to lead the people, or the Children of Israel into the Promise Land, probably spouting doctrine, much, like the men of today, inane as they are, these types!  Get out of your cops bubble and join the rest of the world, that values smart, even fat, or over weight women, like Oprah, who has struggled with her weight most or her career!  You don't tell the richest women in the world, that she is not entitled to her fortune, because you think, Beonce' is hotter?  I just fucking don't think so.  What about Rosie O'Donnell, Rosanne Barr, Melissa McCarthy . . . Hillary Clinton, and many other smart, capable women, who spent their time, investing in themselves, and how ironic, that you poisoned me, when I was drop dead gorgeous, thin, 140 lbs, after 4 amazing kids, you all want to claim, rather than claim the shit you raised! 

The Thing that Is So Damn Funny, Is They Believe They are the Norm!  LOL!

By way of example, again, showing my superior knowledge, even in your own areas of whatever, you might call the cop bubble . . . government immunity for your asinine, criminal behavior toward me, would be based, if you were to get some immunity for your criminal acts, that are illegal, unconstitutional, and unlawful, even under the false protection of the Patriot Act, is based on following, well establish law, policies and procedures based on that law . . . now are you really stupid enough to challenge me, using the SUPREME LAW OF THE LAND, with the god-damn, Patriot Act, that is void as a matter of law, and with a track record of 14 measly years?  Really?  Well, there you have it folks, they are suffering from a delusional stated of grandiose delusions of whatever, relying on a law that is totally, not only unconstitutional, but most of  WE THE PEOPLE . . . functioning in the real world, the one, without cop delusions of grandeur, being above the law, in their minds, where they can shoot citizens at will, or substitute, Kay for JoAnn, simply, by changing places?  Stupid is as stupid does, Forrest Gump . . . smarter than the average cop!

Some where along the line, you have been duped, lied to, misguided, bamboozled, hoodwinked, mesmerized by big fake boobs, sex, or whatever, seamen, up to your eyeballs, that my mind can't even grasp, the embarrassment of your actions?

DJ Clark, Undercover Cop, Kalispell . . . I Want to Do What You Do!

Sure, DJ, you can be like me, if you fight through 12 years of college, while having 4 children, and going to 4 colleges, following your husband, you helped, during that same time frame, through his undergraduate degree, and masters, while managing 48 apartments in Salt Lake City, Utah, and Tuscon, Arizona, holding up to 5 church callings, at the same time, while your husband, also, holds many church callings, and attends, city council, county commission and planning commission meetings, in addition to that.  Then, you have to maintain, a 3.93 GPA, while getting 4 scholarships, honors and awards, as an English major, communications minor, teaching certificate.  Teach high school, then go to law school, while maintaining your family life, while divorced, still putting children and family first, as much as possible.  Then, compete against 150 people, for your first job, as staff attorney to the Utah Prosecutors Council, Criminal Enforcement Division, Utah Attorney Generals Office, and 4 other statewide jobs, all except your first, being hand picked for the job, while teaching college, simultaneously, at two colleges, at a time, while running your own anger management business, and writing computer programs, for online educational course, while earning awards for your manuals, after applying for the grants, designing, and launching 7 statewide community programs.  And also, driving your son, his band members, without the help of any other parent, generally, about 300 miles every weekend, while dating and doing whatever, you do for yourself.

Be poisoned, because, the cops agencies, in the state, know that if you run, you will kick any man's ass, and you have already, kicked their asses, nationally, so get poisoned, go after the guys with the guns, the badges, the power to lock your ass up, or kill you, as they planned.  Take out cop and prosecutor legislation, get 9 federal attorneys and investigators fired for violating their own regulations based on constitutional rights and protections, get taken out of the picture for 9 years, then come back swinging, hitting the state of Utah, and other major government agencies with a $357 million lawsuit, followed by a $56.7 million lawsuit, with entities from the whole sum total of law enforcement wanting to fry your ass, thinking, that they, under the Patriot Act, not only can steal your cases, but your home, you law practice, and everything you own, collude with other offended powers that be, going after your law license, giving it to a sister, not an attorney and other chicks, who are so far inferior, I would be embarrassed if I was the people, all professionally jealous, promoting lame ass chicks, with big tits, as me!  And on and on, to THE DISGUSTING DETAILS!  Chasing me, up to and including fucking TODAY!

And that my, not so dear, DJ, is only a skeleton sketch of what I have done, and what you have to do, to fucking do what I do . . . don't forget the pipe bombs, the sabotage, the hits, the death threats, false arrests, imprisonment, blah, blah, blah . . . NOW, YOU CAN THINK OF DOING WHAT I DO . . . there are no short cuts to success, Kay can't earn being me, and neither can you, remember, wherever you go, there you are, so make it good!

Like Mother, Like Son . . . 20 Years in the Making!  What He Did to Music, I Did to Law!  We Both Did if For the Love of Our Craft, Not Money, Nor Acclaim!  That, My Dear, I the Secret . . . Success Favors the Bold!  You Have to Pay the Piper, You Don't Get a Free Ride, for REAL!

There are no white flags at my door . . . I am who I am!  Deal with it, or die!  If God be with you, who can be against you . . . answer that one, Patriot Act idiots!

Guy & the Other Tracker, Didn't Count on me taking this long, gave up the ship, and went home!  LOL!

 

  

TOXIC BACHELORS--WET'N WILD--LIKE THE CLOUD THAT HANGS OVER THE BERKELEY PIT, IN BUTTE, THE SHROUD OF SECRECY COVERS ME DAILY--HE WAS BRUTALLY HANDSOME, SHE WAS TERMINALLY PRETTY, LIFE IN THE FAST LANE, I'M ABOUT TO LOSE MY MIND--AFGHAN GIRL, ON THE COVER OF NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, FOUND 17 YEARS LATER, AS A GROWN WOMAN WITH A CHILD--ROUGHING IT IN THE HOOD, EXCITEMENT, BEAUTY & ADVENTURE--A SHOOTING AT A LOCAL BAR, SHERIFF MADE A CALL, GLAD TO SAY, NONE OF OUR OUTLAW CROWD AT THE BUTTE RESCUE MISSION; BOTTLES THROWN THROUGH HOUSE OF A KNOWN DRUG DEALER, COPS SURROUNDING THE BLOCK--NONE OF OUR GUYS! LIKE I SAID, ENTERTAINMENT IS FREE! ROUGH AND ROWDY AROUND THE PONDEROSA, BUT NOT IN IT, DRAMA KINGS AND QUEENS ALL LEFT OR GOT 86ed OUT! NICE . . .

Cloud Over the Berkeley Pit

In any town I am in, I love to take the first bus ride of the day, around the town, and see the town wake up.  I love to see the sun come shining through over the snow capped mountains, with Our Lady of the Rockies, shepherding her flocks, as a mother hen, gathering her chicks, under her watchful care, but with rumors being that the town or someone, the family, or whomever is in charge of the 90 foot statue, is changing the name of it to, Our Lady Liberty and I like that a lot, maybe a bit more representative of the valley as a whole, but, what do I know, not much, as locals, reading this blog can tell . . . I can probably fool the rest of you who have never been to this part of Montana, the USA, or this part of the world, but you would dig it, but the Lady, is generally lit at night, and glows all over the valley floor, as a sentinel, watching the people who sleep below, but she is also a prominent figure on the mountainscape, during the day, especially, when the sun is shining, like it is today, or it was yesterday.  But, today, I walked up the hills, to the library, watching store owners, open their shops, engage in a brief morning salutation, and get back to business.  People where friendly and fun, and I am grateful for the store owners, who daily, get out, sweep their section of the downtown, or shovel the snow . . . for those of us, walking, the slush, water, and snow are tough to get around town, and we are most thankful to those of you, who clear a path for us to get to our appointed destination.  Thanks!

I have been to San Francisco, many times, and the hills and the architecture, remind me a lot of the steep, climbs, and the styles, that are from about the same age and era, in both cities.  In fact, Butte, was actually, the largest city, west of the Mississippi, back in its heyday.  I was glad to walk past, several guys on the streets, from a local glass company, carrying large windows, into a gutted, cooler than hell, old historic building, which is being remodeled and restored, next to some sandwich shop, that looks like it has been around for some time.  With a little paint, some TLC, and bit of cash, this town could sparkle, with style, flavor, beauty, allure and intrigue, with its history, some of it frozen in time, and evident everywhere you look.  Funky Town . . . a song by, Wild Cherry, I think, but it fits this town--have fun, spend some of that Superfund money, on cleaning up the town, making it shine, as it has in the past.  Even an old building looks better with a bit of make-up and lipstick on it.  LOL!

But, on the mornings, that I am actually, lucky enough to take the hour tour, around the city, on the bus, especially, when it is cold, as we climb the endless hills to Walkerville, and circle back down past the old black head mines, the structures that stick up, all over the hills here, I think that is what these historical reminders of the mining frenzy, are named, the place where the earth's treasures came from the earth's core, to the surface, in the days that took place here for roughly, from 1860's to 1982, as I understand, but I suck at math, so, don't mark my word on this, but I am going way back, to the early mining camps, to the tents, before the Anaconda Mining Company, was the primary employer of the day, before Amalgamated Copper Company, or whatever that company's name was, that was involved somewhere along the line, you can see, a cloud, not the Pit itself, but a single cloud, even on sunny mornings, a kind of fog, that is always over that area of the hills, above the city.

The Mystery Fog is Created When the Temperature of the Mineral Water in the Pit, Is Warmer Than the Air Above the Pit, Which in Butte is Most of the Year--Plus the Minerals

Yesterday, while at the Butte Mall, or the Silver Bow Mall, I saw a banner, that said, IN DEMAND--MONTANA TECH, now, I am no scientist, don't have a degree in mineralogy or biology, nor geology--I have had classes in the last two, and have an English degree, but a bachelor of science--go figure, but I do get the fact, that the minerals in the water in the Pit, will make the water heavier, harder to cool down, and make a consistency, that would be thicker than normal water, less prone to create the molecular tension, between the water and the air, making this vapor or fog, that circles over the Pit, on a daily basis.  One of the librarians, who grew up in this area, with generations here, said, the phenomena at the Pit, with its sides, trapping the water, and making kind of a mote around it, also adds to the fog . . . but she said, that it is kind of like the steam that rises off the mineral waters down in Yellowstone Park, especially, noticeable in the winter or colder months, which I can relate to since, I spent the later part of October in the Park, back in 2012, makes sense.

Anyway, some interesting points of interest, and one of these days, I will have to venture up to the Berkeley Pit, or as close as you can go, and take a look at the lake of fire and brimstone, that is causing so much grief, but a relic of history, and a reminder to all companies, protect the environment, because it will effect generations of people, animals, plants, the air you breath, and the space you occupy here on earth, and don't make Mother Earth, groan, under the weight of your greed!  (Book of Revelations)  Oh, one more suggestion, as you ready the use of the Superfund money, and it sounds like you have a few mines ready to open again, is, you might, want to consider, using cooperatives, where the miners are both owners and operators . . . most of the most advancing new companies, the trend setters, and the creators, much like the awesome grocery store in Missoula, cooped, called Good Food Store, runs that way, so that the people who do the work, actually, make the money and can determine, what their salaries or wages will be, rather than some fat cat, collecting million dollar bonuses at Christmas, when you guys and gals, are risking life and limb, in the mines, plus, you can control the safety issues, yourself.  Just a thought.

National Geographic & the Afghan Girl, 17 Years Later

Yesterdays, blog, I wrote a bit of my trials and tribulations, identity theft, challenges with government doubles, family, friends, attorney foes, who have covered me, just like a women in a shroud or native covering, not even showing her eyes, as seen on the cover of this, I believe older issue of the magazine, I say, older, because, I think these are issues that have been donated, or they have been around a whole hell of a long time, because the cars in some of them, are at least 40 years old, or look 70's style, so don't go to your local library thinking you will find the issue.  But what stuck me as strange about this particular issue, showing up at the Butte Rescue Mission, is the fact, that I remember seeing the younger picture of the girl, when they, the National Geographic folks, were looking for the girl they had photographed years earlier, 17 to be exact, which is another significant and symbolic number of years for me . . . I killed asset forfeiture 17 years ago, in 1997, and that is the time these games of hiding my identity started, while I was working at the Utah Attorney Generals Office!

And, my third husband, Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart, always got a subscription to National Geographic Magazine, each year for a birthday or Christmas, and we had tons of them around the old homestead, the 23 acre farmland, we were living on at the time, converting a horse shed or barn into a house, straw bale home, stuccoing the outside of it.  On lazy afternoons, we both would lay on the bed, and look at or read the magazines, and I distinctly remember seeing the haunting teal, blue green eyes, and jet black haired beauty, with a shawl over her head, or a head covering, but she was gorgeous.  And is seemed that they were looking for her, to do a follow up story or picture on her, at the time, that was back around 2005 to 2007, when I was with Brett.  And, ironically, that is about the time my sons came to visit, the music theft started, and Shelley, who was already using my ID, hooked up with Brett, and Kay met Brett too; Kay was engaged to some biology professor, Bugsbee or Bugsby, teaching at Utah State University, so seeing this latest magazine cover, with a woman, standing, behind the original picture, but with a silver blue covering, completely over her body, with the large words, all in red caps, FOUND, is somewhat shocking to me, given my situation, and daily having to fight the fog that has covered my life for the last 17 years!

The funny thing is, she is still a very beautiful woman, a mother, and her face has not changed that much  . . . the women don't wear make-up, and they are a bit weather, probably don't use lotion and all the goop's and gobs we American women use, but, she is a lovely woman, and you can definitely tell that she is the person who was the subject of the photo, no doubt.  Equally, as easy to note, is the fact, that I am the same person, that was on my Utah Attorney General ID, my drivers licenses, and all the pictures, family photos, but they were all stolen from me.  While I have put on weight, and intend to take if off, my face, never changes all that much, because, I don't tend to carry my weight in my face, thank God.  I have the fine features of my mother, Rachel, my alleged twin, has the larger bone structure and rounder look, as do her boys, who are round faced, not chiseled like my children, and Shelley, is a mixture of the parents, but doesn't have the totally fine features in her face, that has been rearranged by surgery, nose chisel, and stitches on the sides of her ears.  There is no way, someone, could mistake me for one of my sisters, standing side by side, but most of the men, promoting these fraud broads, easy sluts, know damn well, who I am, worked with me, were married to me, went against me in court, were my former bosses, and whatever, so no fucking excuses, you bastards!

I gave James Kennedy a copy of the National Geographic Magazine, with the woman, standing behind the younger picture of her, hoping, that for once, he just might be actually, someone, who, while not knowing me, before, may have seen me in the videos, of me testifying in the Utah State Legislature, or actually refusing to testify, for a reform in asset forfeiture, seeing that even the reform bill, which went down in flames without my support, while about 1,000 cops from all over the state, and maybe nation, stood, in awe, as I passed the microphone, from the sponsor, of the bill, Bill Wright, a noted Dairy Farmer, and known for being a constitutional proponent and defender, trying to bridge the gap between me and the cops, but to no avail . . . when asked to speak in favor of the bill, I just passed the mic down the table to a kid, who was helping with the bill.  There was silence in the room, because, I was the death nail to the new reform, the compromise . . . a friend, said the difference between JoAnn and a terrorist, is you can compromise with the terrorist.  I will compromise on other things, but the Constitution, is not one of them! 

Speaking of TOXIC BACHELORS . . . a KENNEDY of Any Flavor is An Indecent Proposal, and an Accident Just Waiting to Happen!

I was going to dedicate this blog, to giving some advice on dating, looking for a partner, and choosing men, after seeing a poster of a young girl, reading, smiling, and enjoying something she was reading . . . hoping that many young women, will read my blog, and not necessarily emulate me, dangerous in deed, but will learn, grow, excel, challenge, think, evolve and basically get a kick our of a really fun, life, one of many risks, but many joys, and honors, trophies, and adventures.  Emanuel Kant, a philosopher, said, we should not do something in our lives, that we would not want, every person alive to do! So, I use caution, but generally apply this to my ethics, and choices morally, like lying, cheating, stealing, taking credit for work that I didn't do, like the title, I love, Toxic Bachelors, having been thinking of James, the Kennedy curse and reputation of the men, and trying to avoid a tempting disaster, relationship wise, choosing, always to follow my head, rather than my heart, the weaker of the two, but I looked down on a cart of books, that  needed to be reshelved, and this title jumped off the page, written by Daniel Steel, another symbolic name, because due to the shroud of secrecy, there are only a certain number of select men, who are allowed assess to me, and they are generally, their men, company men, if you know what I mean, men vetted, trained, and tested to be loyal to the government, their goals, which are often at odds with my own--mine being to take down the Patriot Act, and those followers, before they take Me, a constitutional law attorney down . . . and the battle rages daily!

You see, the two documents, one being 238 plus years old, true, tried and tested, has withstood the test of time, and is the Supreme Law of the Land, to which I have taken an oath to defend, protect and preserve, and I will at the cost of my life, if needs be . . . the Patriot Act, is void as a matter of law, as interpreted by the U.S. Supreme Court!  But covered agencies, under the Act, like the CIA, FBI, NSA, and other flavors of cops and robbers, are covered and protected by the act, from being held responsible for atrocities, like we saw with the torture by the CIA, recently, that shocked a nation, seeing themselves above treaties, that dictate war tolerances and those crimes and tortures that are in violation of treaties and laws, both nationally and internationally.  But, these covered agencies, think they are above the law . . . BULL FUCKING SHIT! This is a side bar from what I wanted to talk about with you, but will refrain, but will mention a few things.

BAD BOYZ, AGAINST MY BETTER JUDGEMENT, BUT I AM A THRILLS SEEKER--LET CAUTION GO TO THE WIND, AFTER DOING MY HOMEWORK

Like I say, or rather the scriptures say, vengeance is mine, saith the Lord!  I love it!  Okay, so yesterday, the night after a cozy, scripture read, with me and James, as his invite and care, pulled my chair up next to his, and we shared the Bible, his, while the nightly preacher, tries to rescue our sorry souls.  But, it is all I can do, not to take this time, sitting next to him, not to reach out and touch, as they say, on some song.  But, I also, figured, that either directly or through the grapevine, he is going to find out that I think he is a bounty hunter, and after my sorry ass, and I kind of exposed all his lines for future assignments, if he is who I suspect, in this world according to JoAnn, having like, I said, been on this rodeo circuit before, with this type of guy.  And when I say, that he and Guy are dirty biker dudes, I am not referring to their physical cleanliness, but the lifestyle of a biker, they are both clean, but I did notice that Jame's cuticles were cleaner, than before I said that, but that might have just been the day.

What I am referring to, is that, one of my husbands, the one I thought I married, the real biker, not the infiltrator government double, had a book, called the American Biker, a nice photographed book, depicting the life of a biker.  There were many pictures from the Hog Rallies, sponsored each year by a Harley Davidson Dealer, bringing people from across the country, joining in a few days of merriment, drink, rides, rallies, roads, and activities.  Right after Elliot's band, God's Revolver, came out, unofficially, with their second CD, the one in a deal with Sony's, +Translation Lost, the five year project, that wasn't even  named, that seemed to slip from the original band, into the hands of the Plains Mistaken for Stars, category, that several music promoters, tried to tell me, was just the way, Sony does business, not sorry about slamming you on the movie, The Interview, hope you fucking lose your asses, after what you did to my son's band, music, and deals you cut, to cut him and the creators, protected under the U.S. Constitution, from getting their due fame, you motherfuckers!  

But, anyway, just a little passion, hatred, and fury, but, when I game Zion's Harley Davidsons, in Hurricane, a copy of the latest and greatest, new CD, the manager, just took out a pen, and check, and asked me to tell them what to write it out for, to have the rowdy, raucous, whisky slamming boys, play at their Hog Rally, but fucking bitch, Rachel, Elliot's, government infiltrating girlfriend, along with a co-conspirator, ditched into my bedroom, in my now, debunked, and stolen, St. George, or Bloomington home, and came up with a plan to protect the Plains would were already taking the freak show imitators on the worldwide tour!  Listen to the music, and you will see the total, 100% fit, the bikers would have loved it, and the band, that I already knew was being jacked by Sony, would have had instant exposure, throughout the biker world, and the Plains would have been toast, due to the theft of the previous CD, Little Black Horse!  Sorry, I will never forgive them, my family, my sister, my husbands, those participating in a fraud so huge, worth at least a billion or more!  FUCK YOU TO ETERNITY!  Hell will freeze over before I even forgive any of you . . . 70 X 70 was passed years ago!

My point, after venting, forgot, but was, that last night again, after not sitting by me at breakfast, must have gotten the word of my blog, the slam, the analogies, and I was not shocked, because, most people were not beaten by their fathers and able to disassociate, their minds, body and spirits, or hearts, as effectively as I can, leaving my love interest, reeling from heart-pain, while I am fine, having seen work as work, and play as play, heart, as heart, and What Does Love Have to Do With It?  Tina Turner.  But, last night, he must have, not read the word, yet, and he pulled my chair, close to his, while the pastor, or the deacon, was delivering the message, which only endears me more, and I jump at the opportunity, to sit next to him, because he generally doesn't sit still for long.

50 SHADES OF GRAY, THE EROTIC BEST SELLER, ARE GOING THROUGH MY MIND, SITTING THIS CLOSE TO JAMES . . . 

I am not listening to the deacon from the Episcopal Church, I am blowing off my entire salvation, for one slip of the hand, down between his thighs, high, but not too high, melting with him so close, finally, exchanging the hand job, to the hair--he had, I think, just taken a shower, and his hair, wild as it is, was dry, but pulled back in a ponytail, and it had ringlets, and curls, that I just couldn't resist, finding the other action, might get both of us kicked out, so I reached up and touched his hair, that was enough, to leave me up all night, thinking about him like a high school girl.  I am good at denying myself, and controlling my actions, and I am totally too smart, to start, something I can't finish, on the floor of the Rescue Mission, kicked out for sure!  The good thing about not allowing men in the dorms, is, there is no where else, you can get together, unless you have money, which I never do; therefore, whatever I would like to do, is out, and probably against my better judgement!  Parents, you may want to censor me . . . LOL!  For sure!

But, this morning, he would not talk to me, or barely, didn't come into get breakfast, just coffee, and disappeared, until it was time for us to leave to walk, me and Nick, to the library.  Okay, so he heard my blog, and is hurt, but he needn't be, I forgive easy, and forget, even faster, what I even wrote that might have gotten him pissed off, I think it might have been something like, the Polish sausages in the frying pan?  Just ignore that.  You will find with me, that I even suspect my own grandma, who is dead, of being a spy, and against me, and that comes on reliable thoughts, because, friend, foe, client, etc., have actually turned and lied about me, and I don't fucking trust anyone.  I always error on the side of safety, guilty until proven innocent, after years of deceit, and lovers, alike, are thrown into the mix, in fact, they were set up to take me down, and on assignment; therefore, James is just getting what he deserves if he is an agent, and there to fuck me over!

If someone is loyal to me, I am completely loyal, I will go to the ends of the earth to defend, love, cherish, protect, much like the Constitution that I love, but if you lie, lay in wait to pounce on me, or fuck with me, I have no problems, cutting your balls off and throwing them into the frying pan.  We all have decisions to make in life, regardless of heart, love, and whatever, get in our way, and there are conseqences that are attached to our actions.  I really, am not like any woman that you have ever been with, and I am not controlled by my pussy, my lust, my love, my attractions, or any of those things you have been taught in school, I just don't roll that way, I always hope, that a man, will rise to my, very minimal standards of decency, that you don't sleep with me, if you are being paid to fuck me over in other areas.  Remember, all is fair in love and war, if you want your feelings protected, protect me, or don't be with me, at all!  PERIOD!

Love is a game, that you don't get to straddle the fence on . . . all for, or all against with me, fucked over by too many.  I am open, but not stupid!  

BEWARE GIRLS, OF BRUTALLY HANDSOME, TOXIC BACHELORS, THEY MAY BE GOVERNMENT COVERT AGENTS, AND TRY TO RIP YOUR HEART OUT!

P.S., on the vengence part, James was cleaning off the tables, after snaking me all morning, obviously, different to everyone, much as I had done to him with the younger guys the lunch before.  So, it was perfect, when Charlie, a fun loving, cool, guy--many there due to a DUI, and no expungement statute or law, working on that tomorrow, but, I was joking, with Nick, about the word, hot, and sarcastically referred to myself, in the flow of the moment, and said something about being hot for being 60.  Just as on cue from on high, Charlie pipes up, loud and awesome, given the morning, and he said, you are 60, damn, you make 60 look good!  I couldn't have planned this better, Charlie, just like with Chris and his cousin the day before!  LOL . . . there is justice in this world, once in a while!  LOL!  James didn't look up, and didn't find it amusing, but it was!  Like I said, the entertainment is free!  Have a GREAT DAY!