FUN SEX--LOVE FEST AT THE U OF M--TEACHING HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, REPRODUCTIVE RIGHTS, ETC. MUSTANG SALLY, YOU BETTER SLOW THAT MUSTANG DOWN! LOL! MEN, WOMEN ARE JUST LIKE YOU, ONLY PRETTIER! WE DIG SEX TOO, AND ARE JUST AS LIKELY TO ENJOY SEX, FIND OTHERS ATTRACTIVE, AND VENTURE INTO UNKNOW FIELDS . . . SONG, ABOUT CHEATING, NEWS, I'VE BEEN CHEATING TOO--NOT HEALTHY SEX, BY ANY STANDARD, JUST WATCH ID NETWORK, ALL THE BIZARRE, TWISTED, COMPLICATED SITUATIONS, LIKE, AH, MURDER, WHEN YOU PLAY UNHEALTHY GAMES WITH SEX. NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, ON THIS VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL, HOPEFULLY, YOU WILL STAY TUNED FOR, DIGGING FOR THE TRUTH, AND READ ABOUT THE GREAT HEIRLOOM, YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR CHILDREN, BETTER THAN MONEY, LAND, GOLD, SILVER, THE DIAMOND YOUR FATHER GAVE YOUR MOTHER, BETTER THAN AN ANTIQUE BED . . . THE GREATEST AMONG THEM IS, A HERITAGE OF, HONESTY, INTEGRITY, CREDIBILITY, AND PROTECTING YOUR GOOD NAME . . . ASK, NEWS ANCHOR, BRIAN WILLIAMS, WHO IS ON THE CARPET, FOR CREDIBILITY, CLAIMING TO HAVE DONE THINGS, BEEN PLACES, AND EXPERIENCED THINGS HE HAS NOT DONE--NOTHING LIKE SHOOTING YOURSELF IN THE GUT! THE BEST WAY TO BE IN SEX AND IN LIFE, IS TOTALLY YOURSELF, 100%, COMPLETELY HONEST--IT REALLY IS THE BEST POLICY!

A Ballroom Full of Condoms?  Costumes?  Plus, Appropriate Dancing!  All True at the U . . . Good for YOU!

I am probably a good person, to write about sex, given the fact, that being raised, a strict Mormon girl, told not to kiss until I was 16 years old, and with the ultimate goal of being a virgin, which I am proud to say I was, there is also a down side to that equation, that of being so prudish, and really ignorant of sex, that I couldn't talk to my own husband, of 10 months, and 9 months pregnant, about a pamphlet on sex, that my younger sister, Sue and her husband, Kevin, got from a gynecologist, as they entered the blissful state of matrimony--they made if through the information fine, and I being big as a house, with our baby, was so embarrassed, that I think we only read about a page or two!  LOL!  It kind of reminds me of my daughter, Greta, and her husband Dallas, not having sex, mostly Greta's idea, the consummate big sister, worried about, their new squeaky bed, on Thanksgiving, afraid, her little brother, wild ass, Elliot, bass guitarist for, God's Revolver, and music major at the University of Utah, has been around--sssssshhhhhhhhhh, don't tell Greta, and his girlfriend, who had been drinking, and having raucous, wild, rowdy sex, in the bedroom below them, and came, laughing, stumbling and falling, into the hall and bathroom, as Dallas, just looked at Greta, and you are protecting him from us, don't you think it ought to be the other way around . . . she, Greta, my oldest daughter, was trained by her mother, and the boys, were trained by their father.  Big difference!  LOL!

On the flip side of my religious training, in this ever, unanswered question, of nurture vs. nature, I have taken, the MMPI, the Michigan, something, Personality, Inventory, or maybe the Michigan, Multi-Personality Inventory!  LOL!  But, I was off the charts, energy wise, and had an ego rating higher than any man, the tester, had ever tested, and had the personality profile of a hooker!  And if I didn't have my religious, upbringing, I would be fucking every man that walked, thus the connection with the song, Mustang Sally . . . it has taken a few husbands to break this mustang in!  LOL!  I had a mother, who was a health and P.E. teacher, and had a very healthy attitude toward sex, with her and my father, having a very healthy sex life, preventing with all 8 children, until she got a hysterectomy!  Some guys, connect sex, and babies, and once the woman, can't have babies, I guess the sex, or the reason, in my father's mind, was over!  They had previously had sex twice a day, for 20 some odd years.  This is called the, Madonna/Whore Syndrome . . . you are either a mother, or a whore, can't be both!  Not healthy thinking.  So, I am a mixed bag of tricks, and you never know, what you are going to get with me.  Some guy, just said to me the other day, at the Poverello, that he didn't think I ever had a good time . . . just because, I conveniently, use my Mormon puritan stance with you, doesn't mean, given the right guy, the right circumstances, and the right atmosphere . . . most luck with me in the mountains, motels and hotels, no, and I could never have sex on my anniversary, because it was expected, as it is by going to a motel or hotel, same with giving me a negligee, my comment to my husband--who's body have you been looking at for 12 years? . . . I hate commitment, feeling coerced, or having to do anything, even if it is sex with my husband, on our anniversary, that I feel trapped, or manipulated into doing--weird psychology, at best, but that is me--spontaneity works best!

Personal Evolution of Sex

I figured the Birds & the Bees, out on my own.  But, semen, hell no, what in the hell is all this sticky stuff?  I thought, on my honeymoon, if I ever had sex, before I was married, I sure as hell, would not have had it twice!  My friend told her new husband, that she was more turned on by a kiss!  He retorted, if I knew you were this fat, I would never have married you . . . this came in between the marriage ceremony, and the reception, where they were not talking to each other.  Surprise, surprise, surprise, we both ended up divorced!  And argument for pre-marital sex, or sex education?  I was the first person, to get married, out of all my sisters and friends, who were virgins, Shelley, was already married, and I think, was not a virgin, or most likely, so I didn't bother to ask her about sex or misinformation about sex.  One of my friends had a co-worker, who had just been married.  I told, Lynette, to ask her how many times she had sex on her wedding night, and like what did they do . . . I had only figured out the missionary style, and oral sex was a mystery, my Mormon bishop at BYU threw me out of his office, when he asked me, because I was too embarrassed, to tell him what I had done, in my freshman confession, what oral sex was, when he asked if I had ever done it.  

Now, this one co-worker, unbeknown to me, and her experimental, and most likely, much more experienced than myself, said they had sex, 7 times the first night, and they eat each other out, using a banana, and whip cream!  Are you kidding me, well, that one is out, but, the 7 times, okay, that is average, I guess?  So, as shy, reticent, and bashful as I was, having not seen a male body, since, my younger brother was about 2, I was a bit, shocked, to say the least, and wished that I had a tennis viser that I could wear upside down, as my now, husband, strutted his stuff all over the room, even playing the guitar, nurture for Elliot, while I was avoiding the inevitable, SEX!  A bit grossed out, by the first encounter, I wondered why we were not having sex again.  So, I said, it that it?  And he said, What do you think I am, a marathon man?  LOL!

I WILL BE GLAD TO BUY YOU A MONEY FOR CHRISTMAS

Okay, so my husband, had been somewhat more adventuresome in his teens, being inactive and thrown out of the American Boy Scouts, for swearing at winter camp, and he, when brave enough to broach the subject, would ask me if we could have oral sex.  The Mormon Church at the time frowned on it; therefore, I was sure that it was not something we should do, and you do go to the bathroom, from that part of your body, and that just didn't sit well with me.  I did take an anthropology class in college, and there was this professor who had a pet monkey, who would give him blow jobs, as he came out of the shower, and I would be amenable to getting him a pet monkey!  I don't think he thought at was all that funny, but I did!  LOL!  At least it was a compromise!  I did, once, out in our VW van, decide after being married about 10 years, that I might as well try it, just this once, and surprise him, since we were being spontaneous, and at least having sex in the van . . . frankly, I was turned on for a week, but I never did it again.  

Breaking the commandments of sex, even while married, was bad enough, but I at least owed him that . . . never looked at it, that I could also enjoy, that sexual experience, both giving and receiving, out of my menu of beliefs.  Although, the scriptures and God, are more liberal than we are, and he said, husbands and wife's should come together often, and the marriage bed is undefiled!  I am sure he would limit that to the catch all phrase, as long as it is done in love, and both partners are okay with it.  Just my opinion.

Over all, I dig and dug sex, probably more than my husband did, because I was off the charts energy level wise, and in that same MMPI, he took, he was below the charts on the other extreme, no energy, he was working full time, stressful, city planning job, and big time church calling. I on the other hand was running every morning and a bored housewife--he strongly encouraged me to go to school or college to finish my degree, to get some of that energy out, I am sure!  LOL!  I always wanted more than I got, let's put it that way, so a husband's dream come true, in that respect, I have never, turned down sex, with someone, I love, and feel safe with, never, and most likely never will, unless in the testing stage of a relationships, trust is the ultimate element of any healthy relationship, and gets you more sex, better sex, and more frequent sex . . . got to have trust, or no go!

The First Time I Had FUN SEX!

I started to date a trust-funder, if you know what that is, someone, who's parents, support, and they have endless time, to have fun, have sex, go to dinner, take drives, golf, play basketball, and racquetball, plus ditch out on the 6 kids, we both had between us.  He had a great house for getting rid of all the kids, huge, on 3 1/2 acres, a pond, two sides to the house, and tons of yard, hide-outs, and rooms, closets, and whatever to ditch into.  We met dancing at Park City, Utah, and hit off a fun, wild, crazy, playful, great relationship, and both with the energy to boot.  We had always been conflicted over sex, although, we were going at it all the time, doing everything but . . . and that is fun too, the anticipation of sex, is sometimes, what makes the whole thing fun, don't be too hasty, you miss some good, frustrating energy, and wanting each other so bad, you can't think of anything else, way cool and fun!  We messed around for two years, touching, feeling, goofing around, teasing, and whatever.  Until, I hit the bar exam, to become a lawyer!  Stress, stress and more stress!

Here is where the healthy parenting comes in . . . my mother had always said, sex helps me calm down when I am stressed, picks me up when I am depressed, and makes me feel good, we are talking, loving, mutually respectful sex, knowing my parents!  So, Jerry, my lover at the time, had gone to Ohio, to visit family, while I was staying at his house to study for the bar.  He told me, that he really wasn't having that much fun, missed me, and I told him, I needed him to come home and have sex with me, because I was so stressed and the words of my mother, came to mind, and God could just forgive me and him, but I fucking needed to have sex, and get the release it gives, and I was about 39 and he was 47, so we were both adults and had been dating for two years at this point, so what the hell.  He gladly came home that night, as I recall, put the kids and himself, on the plane, with no explanation of why they were jetting back to Utah, but he was on a mission, to help me in anyway he could, get through the bar exam!  LOL! 

The second we were alone, we had sex.  He said, both of us out of practice, and not really knowing each other's bodies, well, that sucked, let's try it again.  And like riding a bike, after the 8th time, the last on the washing machine, we had it down, and it was great, from that point forward.  Don't think for one second, that you know, what you are doing with a new partner, or spouse, because, I am here to tell you, when the Bible, says, and he knew her, they are talking carnal knowledge, and each body is different, angles, energy, preferences, and what is an is not agreeable.  To trust and feel comfortable with a spouse, or new lover, you have to take some time, to communicate with each other . . . the movies, are selling you a bill of goods, with both people, rushing to the hotel room, ripping each others' clothes off, for the hottest sex, every time  . . . sometimes that may happen, but don't give up, if he or she doesn't rock your world the first time you have sex . . . I firmly believe, you have to love that person first, then trust each other, that you are not going to be with someone else the next night, or his/her exploits are going around campus, then, hopefully, after getting to know each other first, and going another level, or when married, I can't tell you what anticipation does, waiting can make the heart grow stronger, and believe me, men, woman get blue balls in their stomachs!

In the Chicken Coop, While On the Phone with Church Members, At What We Thought to Our Surprise, Was a Remote, Deserted-Like Island--Caught, Butt Up in the Air!  LOL!

After I went cruising into the bar exam, and was so relaxed, people wondered what the big smile on my face was, and at that point, after great, fun sex, for a week or so, I didn't even care if I passed the bar exam or failed.  Smile, hell, yes, it is that powerful, and great, fun as hell, especially with a partner, you completely trust, who has your best interest at heart, and is doing all he can to help you reach your dreams!  LOL!  He was getting his, and so was, I.  After I took the bar exam, I told him thanks for the service, now we need to go back to no sex, due to our beliefs--his response, fuck NO! You can't just use me, have me take care of you while you take the bar exam, and then cut me off!  Oh, yeah, watch me!  LOL!  Na . . . I liked it as much as he did, like cutting off my nose to spite my face!  Forever conflicted over our alleged value system, not really, free abandoned sex at that point, and fun, fun, fun!

The funniest time, we had fun sex, was, we were just going for a drive, which we always did.  We were west of Salt Lake City, and going toward Wendover.  He had his hand down my blouse, feeling me out, and going nuts, driving, not knowing what he was going to do, the blue balls thing, I could see, I was so turned on.  So we made an executive decision, and took a detour, out on this road, that we thought, led to nowhere, leaving us free to do whatever, wherever, and we did, to our chagrin, as we planted our asses, mine, in particular, in the Great Salt Lake sand, in a roadside, ditch, with water down lower, and Jerry, with his butt up in the air, going at it, when cars going by, honking, looking, and us, laughing, being too far into it, to care too much, but laughing our asses off!  I am very modest, but I didn't give a rat's ass, and was more bugged at the drivers, for interrupting, really energized, fun, electric, and hot sex!  Shame on them!  Fun, fun, fun, should be!

This is going to be, serial, sex education about having fun sex, love, and a healthy relationships!  To be continued . . . two more husbands to go through and a few lovers . . . get back to you later, or tomorrow!  Have a great Tuesday!  Gotta go catch a bus, lunch!        

BRAIN'S ON BROADWAY--TWO BARKING SISTER'S DOG SPA & SPA BUDDIES, ABOUT FOUR, LOL!--CYBER BULLYING, EXTRA-FACTUAL FACTUAL INFORMATION . . . QUESTIONS, QUESTIONS, QUESTIONS, CONNECTING DOTS, FILLING IN GAPS, MAKING ASSUMPTIONS, BASED ON THE FACTS, EVIDENCE, EXAMPLES, STATISTICS, AND OBVIOUS POSSIBILITIES . . . NSA, GETTING UP, AND ON BOARD! AMAZING--HOPEFULLY, BOTH NATIONAL AND STATE LEGISLATURES WILL GET ON THESE BULLIES, THAT I HAVE BEEN WRITING ABOUT FOR 6 YEARS NOW, LONG BEFORE EDWARD SNOWDEN RATTED OUT THE NSA . . . LONG TIME BATTLES TO GET SOME JUSTICE ON SISTER/EX-FRIEND, TEAMING WITH COP ENTITIES TO EITHER MAKE ME DISAPPEAR, OR STEAL THE GOOD STUFF FOR THEMSELVES, BECAUSE, EVERYTING IS MORE PALPABLE, EVEN CRITISIZING COPS, WHEN IT COMES FROM WOMEN THEY CAN CONTROL; HOWEVER, FROM ME, OH, EVEN IF THEY DIG THE WORK, THEY ARE JEALOUS AND TAKE, OR ALLOW ACCESS FOR THE GIRLZ!. SIMPLEY JUVENILE AT BEST, DOWNRIGHT INFANTILE AT WORST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THEY GENERALLY, OPERATE AT THE WORST LEVEL! ARISTOTLE, VIRTUE OF HAPPINESS, CAN'T TELL UNTIL A MAN DIES; TED KENNEDY'S LAST 20 YEARS, WONDERFUL FATHER, UNCLE, GRANDFATHER, STEP-FATHER, AND SENATOR; IT'S JUST A LITTLE CRUSH--JAMES KENNEDY--DRAG ME TO CHURCH, LIKE A DOG IN THE STREETS; I'M SUCH A FOOL FOR YOU; HAPPINESS; EVERYTHINGS GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT, ROCK-A-BYE, JESUS, IN YOUR NAME; JESUS, IN YOUR NAME . . . HEAVEN AND EARTH COLLIDE, YOU ARE THE SAVIOR OF EVERYONE! HAVE A GREAT WEEK!

Say What You Need To Say, Eventhough Your Heart is Broken!

 

I can tell the NSA--forgive me for my spelling, not a spelling bee winner, ever--is on, because, once they tune in the loony toons, they start fucking with the normal operations of the computer, my blog, and basically, writing good stuff about the, puported way of life, and all of the sudden, I can't just type, put in punctuation, spell check, spacing is blocked, the cursor, all of the sudden, goes up to the title, so it appears, that you are going to write over the title, and that may very well be, due to the access, they are allowing the bitches in heat, to get to my blog, so they can feret out any offensive information, that would reveal the fact, they they are not in fact, me!  They, the NSA, government, or the Mormon faction of the NSA, which is about 30,000 spies, just outside of Salt Lake City, Utah, where the Mormon Church headquarters are, making sure that there is nothing that reflects poorly on the Mormon Church, with 30,000 watchers in cyber space to protect, the 70% of the CIA, FBI or higher, and about 100% of the cyber spies, the ones who have access, or give it to the two sister's barking, that I am the liar, rather than them!  LOL!  HA! 

 

I am sure that these girlz, whom I know, far to well, to respect any of them for any aspect of their lives, other than their determination, to become a part of me, either from stealing, or taking credit, including for this blog, they just simply, through bribes, pay hospital staff, bus drivers, Poverello staff, and about any one who comes in contact with me, to state, that I am other than I am, eventhough, surveillance at the Pov is readily available, and easy to be accessed by federal cops, who should be on the case, given that this whole thing started in Utah, and has followed me to Montana, with a huge number of Mormons, the association, needed to promote this underground racketeering, money laundering, and patterns of criminal behavior.  There must be an association by which, all the persons, act, interact, connect, deal, scheme, and promote the criminal acts, to have a RICO action, that should be so, easily recognizable by the feds, and U.S. attorneys, having used it against, mob members, like John Goitti, and others . . . but, many mob snitches, are buried in the Mormon Church, because, nobody expects the two to mix . . . they do all the time!

Why Would My Heart Be Broken?

First of all, that people, whom I grew up with, had as sisters, friends, lovers, husbands, in the earlier years, would stoop so low as to lie for, well, I guess, I am the expection, for monetary and political gain, using me, whom they critisized, for going to law school, letting beautiful daughers go in the military, working, taking or saying, "yes" to all the job opportunities, that were offered and extended to me, with my mother, saying changing divisions, or jobs, showed instability, being flighty, or lacking the tenacity to stick with a job . . . nothing could be further from the truth!  I got a new job, handed to me, almost every day to the day, January 1, of each year!  And these were not you, average ordinary jobs, these were top jobs in the state, and also teaching positions within, reputable colleges and universities.  In those positions, I would rip-it-up-tear-it-up, like nobodies business, eating, sleeping, mastering the position, until the task, thinking of myself, as a firefighter, in a way, putting out fires, around the state, organizing, coordinating, crystalizing objectives, and what not, often setting up a new position, that Congress just appropriated money for, like being staff attorney, for the Division of Aging, where nobody, knew exactly how to coordinate senior centers, with government areas on aging, league of towns and cities, county governments, systems that dealt with scams and fraud, in addition to the local law enforcement agencies, dealing with elder abuse and exploitation.

 

Rather than, celebrate at the service, the creative and tenatious skills, that I employed, to help many people, especially, the people who had been, abused, exploited, hurt, or injured in some way, and being glad, that my particular skills, of writing, as an undergrad, English major, with a communications, minor, plus teaching credentials, to help with presentations, lobbying, working with explanations, getting points across, and making other people understand what the agencies, I worked for goals, aspirations, and end results, would be, or the desired outcomes, the jealousy, even hatred, envy, and whatever, sinister plots, from poison, to death, came into their depraved and criminal minds, coupled with their alleged, allegiance to the Mormon Church, which was basically, little to none, unless, they were personally being helped, like Shelley, through the welfare system, taking some of the burden of the family, for the welfare family.  Hell, Shelley, Rachel and Kay, were no scholars, not even seminary graduates, from the high school religous programs, and Shelley and Kay, either didn't make it through the temple ceremonies, or walked out, Rachel was a bit better.  In area, after area, of life, from mothering, to education, to contributions, to award, to scholarship, I was above & beyond all of them . . . these are just the facts; I never even mentioned many of the awards and honors, I got, because, they came as, just doing my job! 

 

The honors, accolades, and awards, were simply, a result of taking my job serious, and doing the best I could, and then being recognized by others, for the good work I did . . . I generally, was so into the next job, or project, that I rarely even attended awards, ceremonies, or in the case of my award winning, Domestic Violence & Sexual Assault Manual, for cops and prosecutors, I let the co-author or writer, who did about 25% of the prosecutor's issues, with me writing the grant, designing the manual, telling her, Kristine Knowlton, how we were going to do everything, or the brains behind the manual, and then writing the cops part . . . at the time we got an award from President Clinton, I was working in administration at the Utah Attorney Generals Office, desiging, 7 times the programs, videos, presentations, and setting up a library in the Capitol, for the 1800 volunteers, that I had trained to take the messege to the people of the state of Utah, benefiting, everyone, as fast as possible . . . I was just too damned busy, to stop what I was working on to go to Washington, D.C., to get an award!

 

Everything is as Cool as it Can Be, In a Peaceful World

In a peaceful world, one that is cool, credit goes where credit is deserved, the person who actually did the feet, is the one, who is either honored, or disgraced by the performance they do, whether fat, or thin, black or white, male or female, Jew or gentile, and so forth and so on.  That is just the way things work.  As I entered the Learning Center, at St. Patrick Hospital . . . through symbolic representation, on the TV or computer screen, there was a picture of two, Monarch butterflies, the symbol, for the CIA program, I think, this theft of a life, a career, a family, a blog, cases, even a whole person, always, just wanting to bring about change for the better, leave their footprint, make their mark, and contribute, to a more peaceful and better world, is fraught with doubles, lies, coverups, bribes, twins, corruption, brain washing, wigs, body padding, or whatever, dumb ass thing, they use to make them, the girlz, look, act, be, present themselves and me!  How, truly sad, that the good, is substitued for the fraudulent, and somehow, nobody seems to care, nobody is willing to tell, or speak out against this travesty of justice, this blaring and abberant breach of truth!  The scriptures, something these men, well boyz, and women, or better said, girlz, the mean girlz are awarded for total, bull shit, lies, and acting the part, rather than being the part.

 

I can't see anything cool, about stealing someone's identity, rather than creating your own, legacy, taking credit for the things you did, and if necessary, change what you are doing, and fix it.  I love, the Aristolian, essay, on Virtue wherein, Aristotle, uses the example of a man's life, and how can we tell that he was happy or not, and at what point, is this fact, either apparent, or readily available for other humans to determine.  He held the position, that you can never judge a man, either happy or unhappy, until the day he dies, then, you might be able to make an educated guess.  Why?  Because many people, who had rough backgrounds, or a rough patch is the way the people in the Poverello Homeless Shelther, put it, or at one point, in someone's life, they may have trials, and later, in life, figure out what is causing them and change.

Senator Ted Kennedy . . . A Great Example of a Life Changed

I guess, he is on my mind, because, first, I love the Kennedy brothers, President John F. Kennedy and United States Attorney General, Robert Kennedy, and Joe Kennedy, the older brother who died in serving his country.  Teddy, is what I would call a late bloomer.  He had his issues with alcohol, with women, the Chappequetic death of an alleged pregnant woman, also, either an affair, behind Joan's back, or a mistress of some sort.  Anyway, a lot of people, only thought that his name protected him, and maybe it did, but I am sure that is not the first time in history, a famous name, helped a family member.  But, when Senator Kennedy was 62 years old, he met and married a female attorney, a good lot, so I understand why sisters/friends, would want to be in that class of women . . . but everything seemed to change, as I could see, as accounts, at his funeral, at 84, if believe, started to roll off family member's mouths!

 

So, basically, 20 years before his death, he hooked up with this woman, divorced, herself, with two sons, and when the two, like magic, got together, Teddy's life started to change, and at the funeral, there was speculation, now the other two didn't live, long enough for us to see what happened, but that he, of all the Kennedy brothers, was actually the most influential and made the most difference for the American people, through his politics, his ability to work with the other side of the isle, and to push through, what would be considered, a liberal agenda, that the Kennedy family, and Democrats in general are know to promote, always, siding with the minority, the oppressed, the abused, the down right, poor side of society, with parent's, Rose and Joe Kennedy, pushing their entire clan to do good, to work for people, generally in government, and promote the good of those in society without a voice . . . that is what the Kennedy's were about, with all their money, etc. 

 

Carolyn Kennedy, got up at here Uncle's funeral, and said, that he stepped up to the plate in his later years, and took over, being the parent, or standing in their shoes, for all of his children and his brother's children too, about 27 of them, if I remember correctly, and he never missed a college graduation, a wedding, a baby's blessing or baptism, and every summer, he gather the Kennedy kids, of his dead brothers, and took them on some, American, historical trip or vacation, and told the family, cousins, kids and all, about the founding fathers, about the stories and people, that made this country great, carrying on the tradition of the Kennedy patriarch and matriarch, a noble and wonderful family encouragement and contributions, with all serving, roles to better society, as seen in Jack and Bobby, taking on government and the mob, simulaneously to work with Cuba, restore the gold and silver standard to back our currency, reigning the CIA, and doing all the unpopular things a president should do, regardless of poll numbers and popular opinion, just doing what is right!  Bobby was doing more to take down the mob, stop criminal behaviors, racketeering, money laundering and cleaning up the streets of major cities, than any other, either before him or after, getting rid of 15 mob members . . . or going after them!

PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS

Many of you who have followed this blog, through good, bad and ugly, know that around Christmas, or shortly thereafter, James Kennedy, one of the original, or so he claims, 51 boy cousins of the famed, Kennedy family, came tripping into the Butte Rescue Mission, and as fate, or the FBI Dating Game would have it, before I knew, he was a Kennedy, my intimate patterns in love and marriage must have kicked in, and I immediately, looked down at my ring finger and panic, looking for my wedding ring?  Bizarre in and of itself, due to the fact, that I could hardly keep one on, for my whole life, a symbol of the old ball and chain to me, freedom is everything, so, Mr. Kennedy's reaction on me, was somewhat, horrifying, shocking to my senses, and a bit of a mystery.

 

How, do we fall in love?  Who, knows?  But, often, there is a grand conspiracy, as some country songs would suggest, with God, being somewhat involved, or in the mind of an 10 year old, who was commenting on dating and marriage, said, he is all knowing and the rest of us, later get to find out who we are stuck with!  LOL!  But, once, James told me his name and family heritage, not sure, how far removed, or removed at all, since he told me that, John Jr. never really died, and he was the kid in the videos of President Kennedy's funeral procession, saluting his father on his 3 birthday, making the boy, about 53, to may recollections and poor math.  But, one time, I asked him what year he was born in, and he seemed confused, and said, in 1961, which could have easily put him in the right age to be going on three, when his father who was killed, late November, 1963, with the funeral plans, probably put off for a while, so people could come to the Capitol Rotunda, to pay their respects, before he was laid to rest in, Arlington Cematery, or wherever.  Conspiracy central here . . . from one account, one chair was ejected from the plane, John Jr. and Carolyn, her sister too, were flying in, wrecked just off Martha's Vineyard, near his mother's home?

YOU KNOW I AM SUCH A FOOL FOR YOU

Whether, this is James or John, doesn't matter to me, what mattered, was the way I felt with him, I felt love . . . now, he could have read my blogs, that I wrote about the 50th anniversary of Kennedy's death, actually, I wrote both in 2013 and 2014, I kept getting all these YouTube recommendations, with the Kennedy Assassination stuff, coming up, without even writing my blog on it, the normal mover and shaker behind the YouTube gods, mysterious as that all is.  Did he know, that I was the one, who fought, tried to figure out the conspiracy of the brother's deaths, who was behind them, another Jim Garrison, so to say, the district attorney, who tried a guy, and came up with many who might have been involved in the assassination of the President.  My reaction to him, definitely fits, former lovers and husband, biker, bad boy, wild man, outdoors man, etc.  So, the intimate patterns, plus my adoration for the Kennedy's, not necessarily for their personal lives, in fact, that was a mark against him . . . some men are better memories, the first words, I almost said to him!  LOL!

 

After we got through the scammy stuff, the pick up lines, that are like dead fish in the water to me, I have heard them all, we got down, more to the real people, the man and the woman, and that is when things started to click, at least for me, and it seemed for him.  I love the country song, I must be doing something right . . . a touch of a hand, whatever, can make a woman love a man, the little things, I think.  James would always, wait for me, pretending like he was busy . . . shovelling the snow, or helping with the bread, or just smoking a cigarette, timing it just right when he knew, I was coming down the stairs from the women's dorm, or going to the mess hall, or leaving for the library to type my blog for the day . . . he was almost boy-like, someone with a crush, way cool.  I saw this t-shirt, yesterday, as I was finishing my 6 mile journey to and from Fresh Life Church, while taking a rest at McDonald's, and it said, while I was thinking about James, Talk Less, Fuck More . . . that about sums up, what I think life would be with him, which is just fine with me--he is not much of a conversationalist, once the hit lines are over!  LOL!  He acted shell-shocked, each time I asked him a question.  He claims to have been raised on a farm in Kansas, so, cowboys and farmers, are not known, generally for their conversations . . . fits that characteristic, at least.

 

But, every night, we had to read scriptures at the Butte Rescue Mission, or some church pastor came and preached to us, and that became my favorite part of the day, because, James, either getting there before me to eat, or me, being there before him, we always, sat by each other, if he could go without a cigarette long enough, but, he would always, pull my chair a little closer to his, so we could share the same Bible, and look at the verses together.  He, would try to find the books in the Bible, and did better than I thought, but he would usually, give it to me, and I could find them.  He told, me once he spent a year in jail, and read the Bible 8 times, because he didn't have anything else to do, DUI.  Sometimes jail, is not so bad, for obvious reasons, plus, he stayed sober, because he had to blow at the mission, to make sure nobody had been drinking, number one way to get kicked out!  LOL!  All good stuff!  On a rare occasion when I could get him to talk, I asked him if he went to church when he was younger . . . Oh, yeah, his mother was a strict, Penticostil--sorry, NSA turned spell check off, and he always had to go to church . . . I love his mother.  Most guys and gals, are really, like they were in high school, if they were religious then, they will be later on in life, and James didn't balk at all at the scripture study and it gave us a chance to sit close to each other . . . I loved it!  Made me want to be married!  LOL!

Take Me To Church, Like A Dog in the Street

As, I was down in the Chinese laundry, sweat shop, in the basement of the Poverello Palace, this was the title of the first song, or just a lyric, but I was anticipating going to church and also, this song made me think of James, and many, who are either wanting to return to their religious roots as children, or who have never even heard the good news of the gospel of Jesus Christ.  The song was cool, but I had never heard it before, so I missed some of the lyrics, but in one part, it referred to a female, and that being the only person, he believed in, and believed, she was the one to spread the truth, about church, or maybe God.  A year ago, December, I felt impressed that I should, stop writing so much about politics and write more about Jesus Christ, our savior.  And it was during the conflict in Kiev, between the separatists and the Ukrainians, and Kiev was burning, and Russia was breathing down the necks of the Ukrainans to take back, or get Crimean.  My heart went out to these people, as it doesn't in all countries who are steeped in war, their children, the lives shattered, the battles, that never seem to end, and I put a scripture, it is from Romans, the book in the New Testament, and it talks about the fact, that nothing will separate us from the love of Christ, not death, earthquakes, war, famine, etc.  My blog got 30,000,000, yes, that is million hits . . . back when the actual numbers, before the split, burying, etc.  But that is how hungry people are for this information, some, never having ever even hearing of Christ, a savior, and a redeemer!

 

People longing for the truth, kind of like I think James was, at least, he didn't ever complain, and seemed to be the driving force, behind me coming to the table and hearing the word, because one night, I stopped and got something to eat, late in the afternoon, so I wasn't too hungry at dinner, so I gave up my seat, that was not near James, for some reason, he probably came in late, and sat where there was room, but, I gave up my seat, to the person, so they had a chair in the crowded mess hall, and went to the back of the room, where James was sitting . . . NICE!  And he told me to come up and sit by him, I declined, and said that I had already eaten, and he grabbed a chair, pulled it up next to him and told me to get something to eat, which, was cool, in and of itself, most me, given my weight, would have encouraged me to not eat, so another endearing part of what made, me dig him.  But, he insisted that I come up and share, not only the food of that night, but the food and water of life with him, Jesus Christ, he seemed to hunger and thirst after the word, like the Beatitudes, say we are suppose to do, hunger and thirst after righteousness . . . he seemed to be doing that, and rather than discourage me from attending the worship services each night, he encouraged it, and really did seem to have a grasp of the scriptures, either from his mother, or jail!  LOL!  I'll take it either way!

Clap Along, If Happiness is the Truth . . .

All of these are titles from songs that came on before church yesterday, and just wrote them down, thinking I could use them in my blog.  A cool connnections, and I am not sure that this is the song, or the artist, who just got an award, at the music awards, not much of a TV watcher, but the song, HAPPY, got some award, last night.  I guess, Smith's, don't know who they are, got the best album and song, but, anyway, the artist or musician who wrote and performed the song, got an award.  Here is what I wrote down, because, I describes so much the way I feel, after going to church or reading the scriptures, I can be pissed off to, because, God's ways are not our ways, but I have yet to mature enough to do stuff, like forgive people, obviously, and other challenges the scriptures try to give us, to truly make us, HAPPY . . . Clap along, if that's what you want to do, Clap along if happiness is the truth . . . give me back, if that's all you got.  Because I'm happy, because I'm happy, because, I'm happy, happy, happy . . .

Everything's Going to Be Alright, Rock-a-Bye 



 



FLURRY OF LOVE--TO RUSSIA, THE UKRAINE, GERMANY & FRANCE, WITH LOVE . . . KEEP THOSE PEACE TALKS AND CEASE FIRE GOING! GERMAN CHANCELLOR MERKEL, AND FRENCH PRESIDENT, HOLLANDE, ARE USING ALL THEIR POWER WITH DIRECT VISITS TO KIEV AND TO MOSCOW YESTERDAY, TO STOP THE BLOODSHED ASAP AND TO KEEP TALKS FOR PEACE, UP-N-SMOKIN WITH THE FIRES FOR LIFE! YAHOO! CHANCELLOR ANGELA, CHALK ONE UP FOR THE WOMAN'S CLUB, SAID, WE ARE CONVINCED THAT THERE'S NO MILITARY SOLUTION TO THIS CONFLICT, AND SHE REFUSED TO BE BOXED IN ON TERRITORIAL ISSUES, STATING THAT SHE WOULD NEVER DEAL WITH TERRITORIAL QUESTIONS OVER ANOTHER COUNTRY--U.S. VICE PRESIDENT, JOE BIDEN, QUESTIONED PUTIN'S WILLINGNESS TO SEEK PEACE--CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK, DON'T YOU THINK, SINCE WE ARE NOW FIGHTING IN ABOUT 5 OTHER COUNTRIES THAT WE KNOW OF! THAT IS PROBABLY JUST THE SHORT LIST! EMPLOYMENT GROWTH IN U.S., IS CLEARLY ON FIRE--JANUARY JOB GROWTH SHOWS U.S. RECOVERY GAINING GREATHER STRENTH--EVEN LITTLE BONNER, MONTANA, COMPANY, BUT WITH BIG PLANS, COULD BE BRINGING ABOUT 400 JOBS TO THE AREA, MAKING BONNER AN INPORT OR INLANDER OPERATIONS, PURCHASING STORAGE UNITS, TO HELP WITH THE PROPOSED OPERATION, STORING TIMBER AND OTHER PRODUCTS, THAT WILL THEN BE SENT TO OCEAN PORTS, FOR EXPORTING--TO MY BEST RECOLLECTION, RAILROADS, GET ON BOARD WITH THEM, THEY NEED YOUR HELP, LIKE A RELAY RACE, BUT A GREAT IDEA! SO THINGS ARE LOOKING UP ALL OVER THE WORLD, AND GOOD FOR JORDAN, FOR QUESTIONING AND DEMANDING PROOF, THAT AN AMERICAN FEMALE, RELIEF WORKER, NAMED MUELLER, WAS ACTUALLY KILLED BY JORDANIAN AIR STRIKES, AGAIN, THAT KNARLY WORD, "PURPORTED" CROPS UP, LEAVING US TO QUESTION THE MOTIVES AND THE TRUTH OF THE ALLEGATIONS . . . DON'T LET, EXTRA-FACTUAL FACTUAL INFORMATION CREATE AN ATMOSPHERE OF FEAR, ANGER, AND GET US INTO GREATER CONFLICTS, THAN ARE NECESSARY, WE WILL NOT BE PLAYED FOR THE FOOLS! NOT ANY MORE . . .

The Magic of Love!

 

NSA just tooned in, loonie toons, maybe they can sure up the Canadian loonie; Canadians, have to spend $135 to Americans, spending $100--this is due to the oil glut in America right now, and we want the Keystone XL Pipeline, sounds like Canada, doesn't need it either, we will sell them our oil!  LOL!  I know that Kalispell and surrounding areas, love the Canadians, because they come 3 hours across the border, to shop in Kali, and they love them so much, they fly both the American and the Canadian flags, the good neighbor policy, or the one world order starting?  Sorry, it pisses me off, that I am going to write about a small time, local, Missoulian boy, and my conversation, about he and his wife, who are separated at the time, so he just stopped by the Poverello Homeless Palace, to get a great meal, and believe, me they are so good!  Now, I want to remind you, that, I am not a guest at the Pov, but a resident, and just finished my 3 hour stint, as the Chinese laundress, extraordinaire, in the dungeon, sweat shop!  Sorry, stream of conscience writing again, get distracted, by the NSA! 

 

I had a wonderful mushroom burger, the other day, over across from the University of Montana, at the funky, college, hang-out, perfect for the college atmosphere, with Internet, and a large screen TV, where I was lucky enough to time the announcement on the purported month old burning, of the Jordanian pilot, and the interview with Rear Adm. Kirby, along with getting to hear the statement made by the King of Jordan, who was visiting with President Obama, and the alarmist, alleged ISIS special reporters, who seemed to make the alleged killing as horrendous as they could, making for mass hysteria, in Jordan, and a call for revenge and blood, which is exactly what the storytellers want to happen!  But the Cyberdine Cafe, is worth visiting and eating at . . . my kind of place, Rainbow Gathering Family kind of place, like someone like me, a former professor at three colleges, might take my four kids, when they were younger, to imprint, the flavor of college lives in their fertile minds!  Amazing burger, and the fries were to die for too!  And it was worth the $10, burger, fries and drink, a cut above, Carl's Jr., but so good, mushrooms and brown gravy and cheese or whatever was on it, dripping, mouth watering good, onto my plate! 

 

But the next day, I decided, my budget was shot, as it usually is by this time, and I went to the Poverello Palace--thanks Missoula--for lunch, and we had a burger, just a patty, dripping with Swiss or provellone cheese, avocados, mushrooms, and onions, dripping off, and that was just the entre', we had fresh fruit, a bowl of assorted fruit and strawberries to boot, green salad, with homemade salad dressing, soup, cheesy potatoes, roll, etc.  Every time, I eat there, I wonder, why I ever bother go to out to eat and pay.  I am always glad when some chef, either gets fired, quits, or is in transition between towns and drops in whatever shelter, mission, or palace, I am staying in, between apartments and travel . . . great food, even when the stores have to throw it out, because the expiration date is approaching, the food is still good, and recycled food, is as good as recycled news!  LOL!

 

However, the Cyberdine is always worth it . . . I have eaten there on several occasions, love it!  Militarized vehicles aside, funky, professor and college type students, like my children, hang at these types of places!  Now, for what I was going to write about, when I was so rudely, well, happens every day, interrupted by the NSA cyber-games.  Love . . .

There is Magic, Just in the Mention of the Word--Valentine's Day is Coming

So, this quite, handsome, 43 year old, drops by the Pov, and you generally get familiar, or know the familiar faces, his was not a face I recognized, always wonder about undercover, but, I am a friendly lass, and he blurted out, that he was worried about seeing several girls at some AA meeting, he was going too.  I questioned him, the natural interrogator, especially, when it comes to issues of the heart, they say, those who can't do teach, I was going to be a marriage and family therapist, until I learned that you had to sit back and listen, and wait until the person comes to their own conclusions, on how fucked up they really are!  I am much better at barely listening, and then giving out advice, like attorneys do!  LOL!  Careers that fit!  Eventually, he fessed up that he was separated from his wife . . . oh, really, and who are these three woman?  LOL!

 

He went on to tell me, that him and his wife had been married for almost 25 years, had two kids, and she had issues with his drinking, and lack of a job, as of the first of January, at this point, I am definitely on her side!  There are those issues that you can deal with, and then there are deal breakers, those two fall into the later category!  The good news is, neither one of them or fatal, and the person can do something about it.  He told me that she had lost all this weight, and refused to divorce him yet.  That is a good sign.  Then he got to the point, where he confessed, that he thought, she still loved him, and I said, that sounds like it.  Maybe if she can have some time to get her shit together, and he gets his together, they can get back together.  I also told him, that 90% of divorced people, say, that if they had it all to do over again, they would stay married to their first spouse and work things out!  I told him, that Valentine's Day is coming, don't commit to a date, or anything, just surprise her and drop off, a surprise gift, not too much, to commemorate the love, that at least once shared.

WHEN LOVE WALKED IN, TEMPTATION LEFT 

Slowly, he got much more silent and just listened, as I rambled on about love, romance, what women want, and what men want, that there are always people with better bodies, to temp us away from our spouse, girlfriend or boyfriend, but that door swings both ways, just because you were the first one out that door, doesn't mean, she or he can't go t here too.  None of us, are completely great, perfect looking, nor wonderful all the time, employed, sober, cool, funny . . . we are simply human!  Finally, I got my pay for the conversation, he said, thanks so much, it has been very helpful to talk to a woman, not one he is sexually interested in nominating as his next prey or victim, for sexual conquest, and just really appreciated the time, the talk, and the advice.  

 

He left it with, you have given me a lot to think about.  I told him about a great movie, and oldie, but goodie, not a block buster, a sleeper, really, but it is about love, men and women, a guy with an alcohol problem, and the issue of sex or waiting until marriage to have it.  By the end, I was crying! The movie, is called, My Name is Sara(h) . . . she joins AA, because she see him, love grows, marriage comes, and they are both the better for doing the dance of dating, not just jumping into marriage or sex, but playing the mating game . . . you see it in nature, and we are part of the food chain, do the game, even though you hate it, because, you will be forced to do it at one time or another!

Love, Love, Love . . . That's All We Really Need! 

WICKED COOL . . . WHEN SOMBODY'S HIDING IN THE SHADOWS AND GUT-SHOOTS YOU, YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW WHO'S TAKING A SHOT AT YOU (ANKNEY, MT LEGISLATOR). . . EVOLUTIONARY ORIGINS OF BELIEF, FROM CONSPIRACY THREORY, POLICY MAKING, CATESTROPHIC DISASTERS, TO SETTING THE NATIONAL BUDGET! THE ROLE EXTRAFACTUAL FACTUAL INFOMATION (EFI) PLAYS IN LOCAL, STATE, NATIONAL & WORLD POLITICS FROM SENDING LETHAL ARMS TO RUSSIA, OR BELIEVING THE PURPORTED BURNING OF A PILOT BY THE TWISTED, DREADED, BARBARIC ISIS . . . IF KNOWLEDGE IS POWER, AND BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP, WHO SHOULD DELIVER THE MESSAGE OF THE EXTRAFACTUAL FACTUAL INFORMATION, LEADING TO THE MESSAGE EITHER BEING ACCEPTED OR REJECTED, WHICH WILL EVENTUALLY LEAD TO EITHER THE MONEY BEING APPROPRIATED OR DENIED FOR THE PARTICULAR EXTRA-FACTUAL FACTUAL INFORMATION? WE ARE A CREDENTIAL ORIENTED SOCIETY, LEGAL EXPERTS HAVE TO BE QUALIFIED FOR COURT CREDIBILITY, VERIFIED AS EXPERTS, TO BE CONSIDERED AUTHORITATIVE ON THE CASE, A SUBJECT, OR AN ISSUE; WE RELY HEAVILY ON THE BELIEF THAT THE PERSON PRESENTING THEMSELVES TO US, TRULY IS WHO THEY SAY THEY ARE, THAT THEY CAN VERIFY WHO THEY ARE, AND THUS, WE ARE ABLE, TO TAKE EITHER THEIR DEBUNKING, IGNORING OR DISMISSING OF A PARTICULAR EVENT, CRISIS, PANDEMIC, DISASTER, EMERGENCY, POLICY DECISIONS AND BELIEVE, THAT ARE ACTUALLY WORKING IN OUR BEST INTEREST . . . GREAT MATERIAL PRESENTED, BY THE ALLEGED, PURPORTED, DR. KELLY GREENHILL, A PROFESSOR AT TULANE AND WORKING WITH HARVARD . . . EXPERIENCE, BEING A PROFESSOR, AND QUESTIONING THE PURPORTED PROFESSOR, WOULD LEAD ME TO BELIEVE, THAT FOR SOME REASON, SHE IS OTHER THAN THE AUTHOR OF THE MATERIAL PRESENTED, HER RELIANCE ON NOTES, RATHER THAN JUST HER OVERHEAD OR POWER POINT PRESENTATION, AND HER EVASIVE DODGING OF THE ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS, AND HER PLAYING THE GAME OF 50'S, EITHER IT COULD GO THIS WAY OR THAT WAY, DIDN'T SATISFY ME, OTHER PROFESSORS, OR STUDENTS--PARADIGM WAS GOOD, MATERIAL GOOD, BUT NO CURRENT EXAMPLES, AND OTHER REASONS, WOULD LEAD ME TO BELIEVE, SHE WAS A STAND IN FOR THE PERSON WHO REALLY WROTE THE BOOK, HAVING HAD EXPERIENCE WITH CIA ACTORS, WAY TOO MUCH . . . SURE STUDIES HAVE SHOWN THAT PEOPLE WHO ARE BEAUTIFUL ARE RESPECTED MORE, GET MORE JOB OFFERS, MAY EVEN BE CONSIDERED MORE CREDIBLE, BUT WITH THE CAVEAT, THAT THEY ACTUALLY KNOW THEIR STUFF! EACH PROFESSION HAS A HIDDEN LANGUAGE THAT ONLY INSIDERS KNOW, RECOGNIZE, AND USE TO ALLOW PASSAGE INTO THEIR PRIVATE CLUB OF ELITIST, AND UNIVERSITY PROFESSORS, FROM MY EXPEREINCE, GIVEN THE TREMENDOUS HONOR AND RESPECT, THEY HAVE FOR THE TRULY PROFOUND, SMART, INTELLECTUAL, AND PRESENTATION OF A WORTHY NEW THEORY, FOR WHICH SMART PEOPLE WANT TO SINK THEIR TEETH INTO, THE ALLEGED MS. GREENHILLS, DIDN'T LAST LONG, ONCE, HER APPLICATIONS OF THE, PURPORTED THEORY, SHE HAD DEVELOPED, WERE COVERED IN A GOOD VOCABULARY, BUT DIDN'T CONCEAL, THE LACK OF APPLICATION TO VARIOUS FACTUAL AND HISTORICAL SITUATIONS THAT A PERSON OF THIS CALIBUR, EDUCATION, TRAVEL AND EXPERIENCE, SHOULD HAVE EASILY HAVE BEEN ABLE TO ADDRESS WITH ARTICULABLE EXPERTISE AND VIGOROUS APPLICATION AND CONCLUSIONS, NOT SQUIRELLY DISMISSAL . . . DISTRACTIONS LIKE LOOKS, JUST CAUGHT THE MAN, SITTING NEXT TO ME IN THE LEARNING CENTER OF ST. PATRICK'S HOSPITAL, LOOKING AT A RATHER BUXOM WOMAN'S BREASTS, BUT HER HEAD WAS MISSING!

The Boobs With No Head Syndrome

 

Okay, so people tell you, that dogs are man's best friend; however, if you have been bitten by every dog that you have come in contact, that extra-factual factual information, given your history with dogs, will not be known to others, but will effect, that way you react to a particular situation.  By way of example, this morning in the Missoulian the local newspaper, the cover article was about judges, two of them, taking a sum total of three dogs, with them to court.  As an attorney, having been to court many times, I can't imagine, with all the variables of the courtroom dynamics, opposing counsel, client, judge, baliffs, jury, clerks, audience or members of the public, possible press, family of your client, etc., that adding one, more, less than Koser to me, element, like a damn dog, in one court two, and in the other court, a fat dog with only three legs, and I think the article said pregnant, that I would be comfortable, as the title of the article suggested, my stress level would increase, not lower, I would not feel all fuzzy and warm, being someone who has, on many occasions, disagreed vehemently with the court or the judge, with baliffs, flanked on both sides of me, during a hearing, waiting to arrest my ass, if the judge gives them the signal, and then worrying about a fucking dog with a leg missing, an animal cruelty charge, against the judge's own personal pet, or accidentally on purpose kicking the mangy mutt, and getting my ass thrown in jail, not for contempt of court that I have been charged with, but, gladly willing to spend time in the slammer, for contempt for court!

Un-Friended from the Dog Park

I was un-friended to the dog park in St. George, by my very own mother, when I joined her one morning, for the political conversation, and got very agitated, pissed, and distracted by the gang of pooches, surrounding me, not the actual owners, and dog lovers.  My mother was worried that I was offending the other dog owners, and she decided, my added insights to the conversation, was not worth alienating every person at the dog park, in addition to me getting totally grossed out at their continual pooping stances, humping each other, and other, very normal things that dogs do to each other, alone and with their masters . . . one lady, thought it perfectly normal to take a shower with her big ass dog!  I was so disgusted, I could never look at her as a less than sick person after that.  So, as an attorney, whether going into a justice or district court, a dog, would be a very unwanted, unwelcome, and unexpected member of the justice system, but given the rulings I have seen come out of some courts, the sentences, and the verdicts of a jury, the dog's distraction, might be welcome, and maybe a favorable outcome might be more readily handed down, but I am sure, that my reactions, avoidance, and overt and obvious, disdain for the animals, all animals in general, would be more of a distraction, and tripping over them, would be most embarrassing.

Dog Neutrality, Other Than Where I Am--Court Heightened Objection, Your Honor!  But With All Due Respect, Of Course? 

I don't love or hate animals, I just don't want them part of my world, not in my stores, not in my yard, not in my courtroom appearances!  So, you see, if I were asked, for my opinion, which I just gave you without being asked, having some form of credibility, verifiable, and authoritative license to speak, seeing I have had four of them, bar licenses to practice in all levels up to an including the United States Supreme Court, could even possibly, be referred to as an expert witness, if this issue were to be challenged, or the judges called on the carpet by the bar associations, or there were a public outcry either for or against, or even a law the Montana Legislature decided to pass, forcing attorneys, to deal with one more thing than they already have to while arguing a case in court!  So, my extra-factual factual information might, work either for the good of the cause at hand, but more likely, work against those proponents of allowing animals in court, although, it might be argued that attorneys are animals, therefore, nicer ones should be, also allowed, especially if they are the judge's mangy mutt!  Scream!  LOL!  I can't even imagine!  I would venture a guess, that most Montanans would read that article and get warm fuzzy feelings, and agree whole hearted, that dogs, being man's best friends, would indeed, make the courtroom a more friendly place, but too much distraction, for the already distress lawyer, I would think.

I Hope You Can See, Kind of What an Extra-factual Factual Information Can Do--It Can Sway, the Message, Based on the Messenger, and Doggy Money, Might or Might Not Be Given to the Courts, to Facilitate Dogs in All Courtrooms, God-Forbid!

The government, manipulators, sales persons, politicians, and others, use, these extra-factual factual information, to do all kinds of things.  During the Q & A, section of the presentation, I raised my hand, and mentioned the fact that I thought, the situation this week, in Washington, with the King of Jordan, visiting, right after, a Japanese journalist, had been beheaded, and Japan, dedicated its efforts with the coalition against ISIS, and now, right during the visit, the video, of the purported, for me, the operative word, that gave reason to wonder, critique, and analyze, the alleged burning of a pilot in a cage . . . leading to the early, exit of the King, from the visit to Washington, the necessity, to speak and calm down his country men and women, and a commitment, to put down this twisted and barbaric act, and ISIS, with Jordanians, vowing, that the pilot's death, and such a horrible one, especially, seeing that Islam, prohibits burning of bodies, whether dead or alive, therefore a particular affront to an Islamic country, and a violation of the very tenants of religion, that they, ISIS, is claiming to promote!  The next day in the newspaper, in huge type, Jordan: we CAN defeat ISIS!  Or something to that effect.

Purported Effect On, Jordanian ISIS Policy?

Prior to both the beheading of a Japanese citizen, and the purported burning of a Jordanian pilot, who was allegedly burned, not February 3, 2015, but allegedly, January 3, 2015, making the fact of his actual burning, almost impossible to verify, authenticate, and determine, whether we were getting credible information, was taken from us, leaving us, with the emotional effect of the caging, screaming, and alleged burning, which, no one actually witnessed.  It was claimed that the pilot had a black eye, that could have come from the accident and the plane crash, in December.  Then, the story, went that they put him in a cage, and he was screaming . . . yes, horrible indeed, and then, the alleged video, released a month after the fact, which is not characteristic of this bloody band of caliphate promoters, with British accents, larger than large, and knows how to use the media so well to their advantage . . . but, then we are shown, I haven't seen the video, but the reporters said this, that the fuse was lit, and that was it, but nobody, ever actually saw the pilot burned.

 

While I am hearing the alleged experts on ISIS and their tactics, talk with political pundits, this purported story, starts to get legs, and now, it is a real story!  Extra-factual factual information interaction effects have four factions: (1) cognitive demands; (2) informational limitations; (3) psychological predispositions; and (4) biology . . . plus an external cultivation!  We have all of these elements present in the Jordanian pilot burning.  There is always a story, connected to these incidents, a beginning, a middle, and an ending.  We have a Jordanian pilot, who crashed his plane or jet over Syria . . . I thought, Jordan, was did not have skin in the game yet, or a dog in the fight, so the first red flag, in debunking this story, is the fact, that this pilot had no reason to be flying over Syria, at least in my limited knowledge and critically trained thinking, this was a false start, so to say, but if the goal is to inflame the Jordanian people which the burning did, obviously, the goal of the promoter of the story, or the external cultivator or someone already in the game, the U.S., the coalition, and others who may want Jordan, whom I have heard, has a pretty good military, and they are proximity wise, much closer than the U.S. and might be worried or should be worried about the boogieman on their border, but they were not!

 

The second element is also present, informational limitations to the story . . . there was a month's delay, in releasing the burning pilot story, much harder to verify the facts of the story, and the burning, which is against Islamic religious beliefs and practices, dead or alive, so a personal effort by the external agent of cultivation, to offend Jordan, who is also an Islamic country, and attacking their religion at a very gut-shot level!  We don't know if he had a black eye, which is not earth shattering, and may have not come from the alleged captors, ISIS, but the accident, if there really was one?  There were no prior reports of the pilot going down over ISIS territory, until the day the story was released, horrible, terrifying, barbaric, twisted, but purported!  Our cognitive demands need a villain, we need a bad guy, we can't fight good guys, so we need someone so bad, that we all want to go to war against them!  As I was leaving the Galliger Business School, right after the lecture, there was some footage and news taking place about this pilot, and they showed, one of the vehicles that ISIS, this band of bad to the bones, dudes are using, hell, it didn't look like it would make it 100 yards, really third world country type, with a gun, wired to the top, and looked like it should have had chickens, hanging on it, and the floor boards, exposing the sand of the desert underneath it!

 

We, the American, and the world have been psychologically predisposed to see ISIS as the biggest thing, the worst type of enemy, unbeatable, with a commitment to war efforts, for as long as we can see into the future!  WHAT the fuck?  I asked this chick, yesterday, whom I am sure, just made up the stats on this PSYOP and she proposed a number, and she may be with insider, CIA, the external cultivators and she gave me the number, 20,000 troops . . . this is a game to these motherfuckers, to see, what you will and will not believe, to see if they can pull of, stealing my life, or having some, at least attractive, female, stand in for a renowned professor, with a great book . . . didn't fool me, wise to your fucking stupid games!  But, just like the Ebola scare, that these are earth shattering events, enemies, that we have never seen the likes of . . . I have seen a bunch of guys, wearing black uniforms, waving black flags, and in like three vehicles, much better than the likes of the ones I saw yesterday on the news, and pretending to be the world's bad asses!  Oh, and with our British allies, accents!  Good God!  I didn't get what biology had to do with it, but I don't think Ms. Greenhill did either, because her explanation of that didn't make sense, and she glossed over it!



The Story First, The Messenger Next--Rear Admiral Kirby, Spokesperson for the Military

 

One of the things, necessary to promote the story, is someone of status, or a figure, who, people will listen to, someone that appears to be authoritative and someone that can promote the message in a credible manner.  I mentioned the fact, the day after I saw, Kirby, that he appeared to me to be a Mitt Romney, clone, which is par for the Mormon church, prototypes of successful people, and the better looking the more convincing, to the guys who look at women, with boobs, but no head!  The looks and the boobs, are a distraction from the message, a red herring, a false flag, with legs!  So, Kirby, the actor, gets up there, much like little Ms. Alleged Smartie Pants, and starts to pontificate bull shit, non-sense, but we are suppose to be so enamored with his looks, his casual mannerisms, his ease at the podium, that we don't listen to what he is actually saying!  It was as nonsensical as the professor's answers, to some rather easy questions, that after hearing the lecture, grasping the general idea, and applying it to the Jordanian pilot incident, that has all the elements of her purported theory, she tried to shut me up, when I thought, she would simply, say, that is an excellent example of all the elements of my paradigm and thoughts, that are contained in my book!  Thank you for that example, next?  She tried to dismiss the example, and not let me finish, which I did what I have done to U.S. Federal District Judges, run right over them, as they look at me, like a deer caught in headlights!

 

The federal judge that I had not only dismissed from the case, for gutting, 28 violations of the Utah Constitution, in MY Brock securities case, with attorneys from all over the country calling ME for help, after the article about the case, came out of New York Investment News, January 17, 2010, for admitting on the bench that she didn't know much about the Utah Constitution, the highest law in the state she presided over, as long as it didn't conflict with the Supreme Law of the Land the U.S. Constitution . . . she had to write a letter of admittance to the 10th Circuit Cour to Appeals!  Likewise the professor double, was not smart enough to see a direct application to the points she had just outlined for a room full of professors, or former professors at three colleges, in addition to the law, and a group of students!  Hot pants, don't make a hot mind!  CIA, grow up with the games, the dumb ass, Monarch Project shit, like sexual and psychological abuse, brainwashing, and hypnosis!  We are sick of your lame ass games!  Anyway, the chick and the alleged, Admiral, did a shitty job of taking questions . . . the Admiral, did, pull a Romney or Obama stunt, that would make a less savvy person, think he had done this before, a ton of times, and called the reporters who were grilling the hell out of him by name, kind of cozy up with them, to gloss over his inadequate responses and thoughts, that were glaringly stupid, and inane, just at the lecture substitute, yesterday afternoon, we are just not as enamored with looks at the penis driven CIA!  LOL!

 

We see the mind as the higher element, between the body and the mind, with the largest sex organ our brains!  But that is for the headier crew that I am used to hanging with, like attorneys, professors, and doctors, as their, hand selected counsel!  Brain Up YOU Dumb ASSES!

My Cute Pre-Law Student Daughter--Looks Count Mom!

There is no one that knows that better than myself!  When I was the thin, assistant attorney general, and with great hair, beautiful close, and smart to boot, I was thrown to the wolves, without any background, or knowledge, and expected to shine, which I did, until, I started to outshine the big boys, and took out 9 federal agents and attorneys, as general counsel for the Utah Medical Association, leading to a turn around in the nations response to alleged, up-coding in Medicaid/Medicare billing by doctors, who after I researched their, the fraud unit's regulations, and their calling card warrants for searching a doctor's records for fraud, with a 24 hour notice, they decided that smart and beautiful, was not that important, and tried to kill me, with poisonous African tree frog gum, enough on a small frog to kill 10 to 20 men, used by assassins all the time and used in Vietnam, against the Viet Kong! 

 

After the government, stole, 8 years of my life, and I gained over 100 pounds, and reactivated my license, October 1, 2009, I believe or around that time, I came back, but not the same, gorgeous woman they took out of the game, being courted to run for attorney general, wanting to run for congress!  Believe me, fat should be considered, one of the suspect classes for blatant discrimination, by the fucking male, Mormon, CIA, FBI, and their gang of 40 agencies!  Now, for some reason, beauty, trumps brains, and beating the shit out of them, case after case, court after court, with two outside firms and the attorney general's, litigation division, writing Dick and Jane, primer briefs, compared to my, brilliant, briefs, with no help other than myself, with the Utah Attorney General, telling me that his clients, the whole fucking government and state of Utah, securities division, and gang, up-line and all, hated my guts, I was sure, I had nailed the brief, to the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals . . . whooops, time for a double, take out the fat, smart chick, we need boobs with not brain, bring in the Company or CIA trained monkeys, like the chick yesterday, steal the case, take the money for MITT, and all is well in Zion!  NOT UNTIL THE FAT LADY SINGS!  FUCK YOU!

Looks Can Only Carry a Person So Far . . . Sometimes!

The smart people, once they hear me speak, on a case, on a subject in current affairs, read my blog, or whatever, will often make the remark, you are the smartest person I have ever talked to, or with men, you are in the 96th percentile of the smartest women I have ever known, from a professor of English, etc.  And while the looks, did help me often, they were not determinative, had I not had the brain, to back up the beauty, I would never have made it where I did.  In fact, being offered the position as general counsel to the most educated people or segment of society, the doctors, who basically hated my guts, because I forced them, trained them and threatened them with criminal charges and jail time if they didn't follow, domestic violence reporting laws, after kicking the shit out of their high paid lobbyists, before being offered the job, and lecturing the docs at all International Health Care Campuses, in Utah on the laws, and with many docs, especially the psychiatrists, with a bitter battle of the minds, really being pissed that I was selected as their general counsel, but the statement, that was made, when they had the social to introduce me to the docs, was, kind of like, while you hate her, and we all do, for pushing us around, but we would rather pay her to be on our side, rather than have her against us! 

 

Looks, brains, knowledge, attitude, elitist positions, were what gave me the power to push the docs around and become one of the top requested speakers at that annual educational meetings, often taking the place or substituting in for the actual, attorney general, Jan Graham, my boss, who didn't know jack shit, about what we were talking about, and I would have to do her part, mine, and sit on a panel, doing both of our parts, she was a great figure head, and looked like the epitome of an attorney, or what the public would think, but she didn't even know her own programs!  There really is no fucking short cut to success, you pay for dues, climb your mountains, fight your battles, or eventually, YOU WILL BE FOUND OUT, AND EVEN IF THE WHOLE FUCKING INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY IS HELPING YOU, YOU LACK OF KNOWLEDGE WILL SHOW, TO AN EDUCATED CROWD!  Cute little girls, with boobs, and a tight ass, can't fool, the smart crowd, the ones, thirsting for knowledge, something new, something good, to plug into, something to apply to their own fields of study, or just a fun way of looking at life, love, war, differently . . . this turns us on, and dumb blonds do not, unless they can ride the bull the full 8 seconds, the chick last night, did okay, I would give her a B-, for looking at her notes?  But on the question and answer period, an big fat F!  

Brains, Beauty . . . And She's Mean!

One day, me and my daughter, and son-in-law, were sitting around talking.  And one of my children, mentioned the fact that their father, who used to be married to me, and we always had tons of intellectual discussions, and he has a master's degree in Urban Development, and is a professional and good a planner as you can get.  And I listened to his Mormon missionary farewell talk, before going to Holland, and he was smarter than the Mormon hierarchy and general authorities!  So, no dummy, by any one's standards, but 13 years after our divorce, he married a woman, or girl, for she looked like one, that was 22 years younger than he was, and just two years older than my daughter, and, let's say, she is a golfer, a tanning bed queen, a shopper and a cook, mother too, and there is nothing in and of itself, wrong with any of those things, but one of my children made the observation, that dad had dumbed down, sense he had been married to this younger woman. 

 

Dallas, had experienced the same thing with his parents, although, they had both been married several times, he was raised by the flavor of the week, dropping him off at the ski resort, while they were with his father.  His mother worked for the feds, in the Bureau of Indian Affairs, and is a really smart, savvy, woman!  His father's new wife, who, I think is younger than he is, he met in a bar, she was a stripper, he took her home and I have to hand it to them, they have been married for about 14 years or longer.  But, she is not the smartest kid on the block, and while they were listening to a comedian one time, he made the comment, I am sure that you have heard, you can't fix stupid . . . now this goes for both sexes, but Dallas' dad, laughed and applied it to his wife, and Dallas, died laughing!

 

So, I turned to Dallas, and said, yeah, it seems, like you either get cute and dumb, or you get not so cute and smart, but not both.  But I said, Dallas, you got, both, beauty and brains, and he, the Navy SEAL, with a Navy Intel wife, who stands up face to face, against him, being half his size and weight, getting in his face, at times, and he said, Yeah, and she is mean too!  LOL!  He needs a wife like that!  LOL!  That's my girl!  Dig the hell out of her, and all my kids, smart and gorgeous!

NSA Blocking Margins, spell check off too, so what's new?  LOL!  But other examples of extrafactual factual information . . .

I would say, the Ebola scare, we all thought the whole fucking world was going down in a pandemic of gigantic proportions!  I would say, and again this is from conspiracy central, that 9/11 was an inside job, blamed on external cultivators, no one ever to my satisfaction has explained, generally, ignoring, building 7, that went down, two blocks from the World Trade Towers, 12 or so hours after the planes hit, the building with the FBI in it, and all their files, destroying the evidence of the work and coordination it took to take the towers down.  You have to look at things a bit different, I always say, trace the money and you will know the motive!  MONEY is generally the motive . . . and that includes, tangentially connected money, government contractors, the economy, jobs, and whatever that comes from war.  Power . . . world bankers, funding both sides of the war, with a half a trillion just in interest from the last two American war involvements, Iraq and Afghanistan . . . we were pulling out of both, when ISIS appears, just as Al Qaeda is waning in influence and fear!

I Am Grateful for the Tangible Tools, I Call Golden Nuggets in Life, That, More Clearly, Label, Explain, and Define, What is Going on in Our World Around Us . . . Remember to Debunk, Ignore, maybe, and Contribute if Found to be RIGHT!



QUALITY CONSTRUCTION--RIGHT FROM THE START . . . BUTT-CHECK (BUDGET) . . . KIM KARDASHIAN'S BUTT IS BACK IN THE NEWS; BABY'S GOT BACK OR BUTT, FIRST PLUS SIZE WOMAN IN SPORTS ILLUSTRATED, SWIMSUIT EDITION . . . BOYZ TO MEN, MAYBE? DON'T BE THE BUTT OF THE JOKE: A MAN DIED, AND WHILE HIS BODY WAS WITH THE MORTICIAN OR UNDERTAKER, THE DEAD MAN GOT AN ERECTION--SO THE MORTICIAN CALLED THE WIFE AND ASKED HER WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT; SHE SAID, TAPE IT DOWN TO HIS THIGH, SO HE DID, BUT AFTER A WHILE THE TAPE BROKE AND THE ERECTION WAS BACK. AGAIN THE UNDERTAKER ASKED THE WIFE WHAT TO DO; SHE TOLD HIM TO TAPE IT DOWN TO HIS ABDOMEN THIS TIME . . . AGAIN THE TAPE BROKE. EXASPERATED, THE MORTICIAN, CALLED THE WIFE, AND SAID, WHAT DO YOU SUGGETS NOW, SHE TOLD HIM TO CUT IT OFF AND SHOVE IT UP HIS ASS. AFTER A WHILE, THE MORTICIAN CAME BACK AND FOUND TEARS DROPPING OUT OF THE CORNER OF HIS EYES . . . HE CALLED THE WIFE TO TELL HER, AND SHE SAID . . . I TOLD HIM IT HURT! VALENTINE'S DAY IS COMING, LET YOUR FOCUSE BE ON LOVE, NOT THE BODY . . . THERE IS ALWAYS A HOTTER PIECE OF ASS, A BIGGER DICK, OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT FLOATS YOU BOAT . . . BUT LOVE LASTS FOREVER, THE BRAIN IS THE LARGEST SEX ORGAN . . . IF YOU REALLY LOVE SOMEONE, DIG THEIR PERSONALITY, ENJOY THEIR COMPANY, HAVE FUN JUST DOING THE SIMPLE THINGS OF LIFE, CLEANING THE HOUSE, WORKING IN THE YARD, TAKING CARE OF KIDS, OR GOING SHOPPING . . . THAT IS A PRETTY GOOD PART OF LIFE; LOOKS AND BODIES FADE, BUT PEOPLE GET BETTER WITH AGE. JUST LAST NIGHT, AN EXTREMELY GOOD LOOKING 30 SOMETHING, TOLD ME HE WISHED HE WAS OLDER, AND I TOLD HIM, LIFE GOES IN A SNAP, SO DON'T WASTE IT, DON'T WASTE LOVE EITHER. THERE IS A GREAT SONG, ABOUT A WOMAN GETTING SWEPT OFF HER FEET BY A BAD BOY, LEAVING A TRUER HEART BEHIND, AND AS SHE REALIZED WHAT SHE HAD DONE TO THE FAITHFUL ONE, SHE USED THAT AS MORE AMUNITION, TO BLAST THE FALSE LOVER, WHO WAS UNFAITHFUL OR NO GOOD . . . BE A SMART VALENTINE, BETTER LOVER, WISER SPOUSE, HAPPIER BOYFRIEND OR GIRLFRIEND, LOVE WITH YOUR BRAIN AND THE SEX WILL COME. STUDIES SHOW, THAT MOST HOT ROMANCES FIZZLE, AFTER THE FIRST YEAR . . . SO YOU BETTER HAVE A WHOLE LOT MORE YOU LIKE ABOUT THIS PERSON, THAT THE SEX! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, AS THE BEATTLES WOULD SING! MAKE IT SPECIAL FOR SOMEONE, REIGNITE THE LOVE, PEOPLE DO IT ALL THE TIME, ADD SOME SPICE, AND HAVE A GREAT LOVE AFFAIR WITH LIFE!

The Village Movie

Hopefully, many of you have seen the movie, called, The Village, by Roadshow Productions, I believe, and hopefully, I am remembering the names, but the concept is one that ought to be examined, in light of both the events of this week, the newly released budget of President Obama, the purported burning of the Jordanian pilot, the request for sending lethal arms to the Ukraine, to further the violence, allegedly stop the violence, against the pro-Russian rebels, or insurgence, Japans commitment to join the coaliton of countries going against ISIS, and thank God, one world leader, one with a much closer proximity to Ukraine and Russia, Germany, under the leadership of Chancellor, Angela Merkel, refuses to send arms or purchase arms for the Ukraine, or so the newspaper says.  But, I think, we have to look and what is happening around the world, and the direction that is taking us in, and ask ourselves, why, just as American troops, are withdrawing or were suppose to leave Afghanistan, and previously, left Iraq, we have a new boogie man, to scare everyone into committing American troops, resources, money, efforts, in even more countries?

The Red Menacing Murderer

It has been a long time since I saw the movie, and I am not sure that I was paying attention, entirely, but the story, goes something like this: a group of families, concerned about society and the direction it was taking, all the violence, drugs, and what not, decided to build a compound of a sort, with a large area of land that was purchased, and with a village in the center of the compound, and a huge track of land, that was surrounded by a big ass wall, not only to keep intruders out of The Village, but to keep the members of this cloistered society, inside the walls, protected from all the ails of the world outside the compound. 

 

Everytime someone, especially children or teens, wanted to venture beyond the walls of The Village, or out into the forest, that evil forest, that plays such a big part in early American literature, with all kinds of unknowns, inhabiting the spooky place, a murder would take place, in The Village, and as a result of that, all the people within the walls, who were not a part of the original founding families, were scared to death, that they would be next.  There was this notion, that their very lives, depended on strict obedience to the laws, rules, and dictates of their parents and The Village leaders.

 

It seems to me, that a couple of teens fall in love, but the guy, is the red menacing murderer, or the one selected by the elders to play the role of this terrorizing monster, that lurks just outside their doors and night, waiting to thrash them into a bloody pulp, stealing the very life's breath out of them, so horrible, so twisted, so barbaric, that they didn't ever venture very far from their, alleged, pristine, life, overall, within The Village walls.  I think the fathers, did go out into the world to work and bring in money, but they were all privy to the secret that, there really was no monster, and the murders, were specifically to control the people, to dictate what the social mores would be, and anyone who would challenge those values and guiding principles of the norm, in The Village, would be the next victim.

Love Conquers Fear 

Eventually, love conquers fear, and when the truth is told to the young woman, she convinces the guy, to give up this horrible secret, venture beyond The Village, into the forest, to the wall, to look out, and see, the world, that they had long left, lost, and wondered about.  I think the final scene, shows the couple, outside the wall, seeing just a normal world, not scary, not filled with monsters, or terrible people, who are there to hurt or harm them, and the story ends, making a very saliant point, that many times, our fears, the monsters under our beds, the menace in the village, or the boogie man we call ISIS, is made to appear bigger, badder, meaner, crueler, more barbaric, twisted . . . to keep the war engines turning, making peace impossible!  Thus the status quo of a world caught in termiol, becomes the norm, defense budgets, military complexes, lethal arms, and all that is connected with that, can continue to make the money machines, the progaganda wheels, the hawks, who lobby for more war machines, going into more and more countries, as an economically smart thing to do, benefiting, few, if any, other than the ones, making the weapons.

 

Must be writing something right, the NSA, just joined in and tried to stop me putting that subtitle in, but they do know me by now, that I, basically, am a warrior queen, and if needs be, I will got to war, to get peace!  Several months ago, I wrote about a German, foreign exchange student, who was leaving Flathead Valley Community Collge, in Kalispell, Montana, who was asked about the changes in Germany, since the horrifying days of Hitler and the Third Reich . . . she said, well, I think Germany is kind of in this love one another phase . . . and we are just taking care of business, people, and doing it with love.  What a refreshing statement, a concept for a country to adopt, given its hordendous past of wanting to rule the world, basically . . . always shocking me, that some country, so small, had such big ambitions, but so does the boogie man, ISIS . . . dreams of recreating the days of the Ottoman Empire, where the caliphate controlled and the Turkish ruled that region of the mid-east. 

 

I find it highly ironic, in light of what I wrote in the title of the first blog entry, that I was blocked from writing the meat of the blog, until I got to another computer at the Jamison L. Williams, Law School, on the University of Montana campus, later, yesterday . . . did I get the name right?  Hope so, but my sister, and her husband, who was a bishop, over a Mormon ward, under the direction of none, other than, presidential candidate and former governor, of Massechuettes, also, a branch president, over many wards, are purportedly, on a Mormon mission, in Turkey . . . don't for a second, underestimate the 60,000 missionaries worldwide, and 70% of the CIA, FBI, NSA . . . 30,000 cyber spies, just around the corner from Salt Lake City, Utah, Mormon church headquarters!  Is this making any sense, why, the NSA, is constantly stopping me from writing?

NSA margin issues now . . . lol!  Could it be any more timely?

 BUTT-CHECKING THE BUDGET

Now, Kim Kardashian's butt, seems to get quit a bit of attention these days, there was a radio announcement, that her new and improved bigger butt, had been shined, waxed, and glossed up for a new photo shoot, that was either going to be in Playboy Magazine, or put on YouTube, or whatever venue gets the most attention.  Perhaps, Congress should, use that model as an inspiration, to improve, what the budgets have been in the past.  Just the other day, in the Missoulian, maybe borrowed from the AP or Associated Press, but there was a great graphic display of the breakdown of the new, proposed budget coming out from the President, for the review and battle with Congress, now controlled by the GOP.  However, on sending arms to the Ukraine, war efforts and promotions, seem to be non-partisan with Republican spokesman, Senator McCain, wanting to approve, as quick as possible, the defense budget, so we can get on with all the wars all over the place, and a representative of the Democrats, generally, more dovish than the GOP, firmly calling for approval of the huge ass defense budget . . . just yesterday, I wrote about just the interest alone, on the defense efforts, being roughly half a trillion dollars . . .

 

Why in the hell, are we footing the bill for all the war efforts around the world?  Jordan, Ukraine, and whoever . . . oh, but we are going to wait for them to ask for the money, really?  Are you sure?  Because our budget is in such great shape, that we can continue to fund all war efforts around the world, and wall street to boot, because those good old Americans, are the most innovative people in the world, and they will figure a way out of our debt, funding, bloodshed, heartache death, destruction, and cruelty all over the world, and it is encouraged and we don't bat an eye at the cost!  Like I said, yesterday, the best way to honor our veterans of any war, with over 110,000 soldiers who died, as I recall, over in Iraq, alone, I think, is to make them and their families, know that their lives were not offered on the war machine alter, in vain!  Peace is the way to solve this problem . . . I don't think there is a soldier, who would not do it all over again, if it made a difference, that people around the world were freer, that they got to vote in the leaders they want, and that their countries are more peaceful.

 

But it is a slap in the face, to pull the troops out of Iraq, after all the effort, the cost, the human lives lost, on both sides, and then say, well, we were too hasty, in pulling the troops, out, and we really need to go back in, to do fucking what?  With ISIS, and I can't remember the name, but I think it was a city in Syria, the locals, allegedly, extended the first purported loss to ISIS or ISIL or whatever in the fuck they are calling themselves today!  And why isn't Britain, with Canada and Australia, both the size of American, sending in more troops and money, hell they are closer to this twisted, barbaric boogie man, that we in America are . . . so if they have the money, the world bankers, our Lehman Brothers, then let their troops defend, let them pay, and maybe they will only fund one side of the war, the ones their children are fighting for, rather than the British brats, beheading one person from each country, to get everyone in and closer to World War III, WOULDN'T THAT BE FUN, WE HAVE DONE IT TWICE BEFORE, WE ALL SURVIVED!

Let's Do the Butt-Check to the Budget, Always Okay, Against the Poor, the Disabled, the Elderly & the Veterans!  Good Idea!

It kills me, that every time, budget time rolls around, defense is not discussed, we have a crisis, staged, even while the King of Jordan, was meeting with President Obama, so horrible, he was smiling and laughing, while taking or possibly getting aid for this one poor, purportedly burned pilot, energizing the Jordanian people to action, on the side of the U.S. against the black menace, ISISISISISISISISISISI . . . . help us!  See, this thing backfired on ISIS, the made up menace, so we can give aid to Jordan, too, because, the money supply in America is just a matter of printing it!  The tax payers, don't care, they are happy little, working minions, while Congress and the President, get us into all kinds of alleged shit, all over the globe!

I COINED THE TERM, BUTT-CHECK FOR MY THREE BEEFY, SONS OF A NAVY SEAL & A NAVY INTELLIGENCE DAUGHTER

When my oldest daughter, started having kids, she started popping them out, at a rapid rate, taking out, both parents, and both grandmothers, rendering us, out of commission for about 8 years, until the three boys, all two years apart, and running like a gang, were finally brought under control, with dad, laying down the law with them, and turning them into great young boys, respectful, loving, helpful, and sweet, not the whirl-wind, tornado, that took us a few years to recover from, starting with the rapid fire, they were shot into this world.  But, as we trained these boys, to sit, long enough at the table and eat their food, without spilling it all over the place, on the table, the floors, and their seats, reaching, fighting and grabbing each other's food, I finally, laid down the law, that they needed a butt-check!  That was my code word for them, to sit their asses, down on the chair, legs and feet forward, putting their cute, mugs, faces in America, forward, and doing what breakfast, lunch and dinner time was intended to do, feed them!

 

As Congress convenes to look at the budget, they need a big time, BUTT-CHECK . . . they need to sit their asses, down, put their full attention on the issues at hand, not fight, throw food at each other, for steal from each other's plates, their legs, need to be straight, their feet down, and their total focus needs to be on the project and duty at hand.  There is to be no messing around, no piddling with toys, no sticking out tongues at other members of Congress, and just devour the proposed budget of the president, remembering who you represent, who elected you, and who your constituents are . . . WE THE PEOPLE!  Your duty, job, allegiance, should not be to Wall Street, big business, like government contractors, to keep their coffers filed with the blood of our kids, around the world, it is not to Britain . . . fucking get out of our country, out of Congress if that is your leaning, you should not be swayed by lobbyists, but charged and aimed at improving this country, for a better life, better economic climate, and a better distribution of the impact of the economic recovery, not just for the 400 people making up the 1%, making as much money, paying no taxes, without the buying power of the other, roughly 400,000,000 of us!

Stop Cutting Social Programs . . . Try the Budget of Homeland Security, With Over 40 Plus Spy Agencies, With Unlimited Budgets . . . And What are they Doing With It?  Spying on the Senate Intelligence Committee, On US?

Right after Edward Snowden, remember him, sacrificed it all, to let you know what was going on in the NSA, character assassination aside, he did a great service, that needs to be capitalized on at budget time . . . do we the PEOPLE, really want spies in our cell phones, on our computers, listening to our conversations . . . every retired FBI, CIA, or NSA agent, I know, always, always, always, had what the world of spooks calls, white noise or music constantly playing in their homes, in their yards, and surrounding their house, because they know, damned well, who easy it is to do surveillance on someone, who is on the to watch list!  Every time I change phones, which is often, the Company or the CIA, comes up with some other creative way to get my new number . . . I have had so many phones over the last three years, that nobody, knows how to get a hold of me, anymore! 

 

Mission accomplished, I am a legal fiction, and corporate America, achieved legal person-hood!  There is something fucked up about this situation!  Try for once in the history of America, to put WE THE PEOPLE first!  Stop putting inanimate objects, legal fictions, like corporations, government contractors, other countries lethal arms, tanks, drones, that are always, hitting ISIS targets, but they hit uninhabited buildings, that haven't had people in them forever!  The drones have the ability to target living, breathing, assholes, who are allegedly, or purportedly burning people and cutting off their heads, so what the fuck and why in the hell can't you got them . . . just like Bush, Clinton, etc. could never get Sudam Hussain and Osama Bin Laden . . . you have to fucking want to end the fight, the war!  You have to value human life over money!  Over military complexes!  Over star wars!

We Deserve Peace, Our Veterans Need to See the Fruits of Their Labors, Not More War . . . Let Those Who Have an Interest, Are Closer, Are Effected More, Fight . . . They Have the Passion, And They are the Ones Getting the Wins!

BUTT-CHECK THE BUDGET FOR ONCE!

Remember, the United States Constitution, Article I, Section 8, under the auspice of powers granted to Congress, subsection [12] it states: referring to Congress, that it has the power, to raise and support armies, but no appropriation of money to that use shall be fore a longer term than two years!  If all the branches of government, would actually, be true to their oath of office, to preserve, defend and protect the United State Constitution, their job, their choices, their votes, their battles would be so much easier, so much better supported, so much more authoritatively made, and the suffering of the PEOPLE, so much less!  These agreed upon rule of law, are the guideposts of the nation, they are not to be toyed with, changed, debated, but followed, as precisely as possible!

 

Stop allowing, undeclared wars, so you can preserve, protect and defend government contractors, wars, take care of other countries over America, serve as the world bankers, when China owns our debt, and we owe a half a trillion dollars just on the interest from the last two wars, and then without thinking, engage us in not just two conflicts globally, but about 5 and growing!  Jordanians said, they can beat ISIS, so let them!  They, rather real or staged, have skin in the game now . . . let them take the motherfuckers out!  We are half a world away, let England pay the bills for once!  Stop acting like, the whole budget, the success or failure of the country, is all depended on cutting social programs, entitlements, many who deserve it . . . cut the spies, who are doing no good, who have turned the fucking Patriot Act, allegedly, purportedly against US, and ISIS, gets drones on empty and vacant buildings!  Come on, some of the masses are asses, but not everyone . . . on some things, while trying to be secretive, you become the most transparent . . . we're not going to take it any more!

 

I have worked for the government, there was the mentality of use it or lose it when it came to the annual review of the money, we spent money on stupid things, just to keep the demands on our budget up, so we didn't lose the money, from the needs of the year before, even when those demands and needs had been met.  There is so much waste in the government, there needs to be a way to stop the waste!  Make government agencies, put up or shut up, including Homeland Security . . . Congress will turn a blind eye to all the $250,000 grants, for militarized vehicles, and Congress will say, well, now we can't fund ICE, or Immigration Customs & Enforcement!  Stop with the political grandstanding, the political fodder, and just do what is right!  For once!

STOP MAKING THE AMERICAN TAX PAYER, TAKE IT UP THE ASS!

 P.S., found the imitation blog, that prints my stuff, sound like plagerism, worse, steal and publish the whole blog . . . disappeared before my very eyes, hidden account, called bad ass constitutional law girl . . . it this Meggie Schmidt, my neice, who should be disbarred in Nevada, for lying about whom the real, JoAnn S. Secrist was, not bitch ass big sister, identity thief, Shelley Southwick, trying to steal ID, did with help of government, since, 2000, when she concocted the poisonous African tree frog gum, that is oderless, tasteless, like the Southwick clan, and Mormons . . . this it the nanny version of the con law chick, cried working for a law firm in Virginia, healed her wounds being a nanny for sister, Sarah, now in Vegas!  LOL!  Joke of a lawyer, and truly a girl!  LOL!  Sue Schmidt, wanna be attorney, living through being me, and through daughter, the con-law girl!  How does a constitutional law girl run?  LOL!  Don't embarass me further with the doubles, they are getting worse and worse!





 



FIREFOX--HOT HANDS (PAUL HARVEY'S, THE REST OF THE STORY, FROM EARLIER TITLE, NSA STOPPED ME FROM WRITING THE TEXT)--FIRST--HAPPY DAY--AMERICA LIVES, THE CONSTITUTION IS LEGALIZED, FREEDOM TO PEACEFULLY ASSEMBLE IS ALIVE & WELL, IN MISSOULA MONTANA . . . POLICE CHIEF, MIKE BRADY--SUPER COP--WITHDRAWS APPLICATION FOR GRANT TO HOMELAND SECURITY FOR MILITARIZED VEHICLE, TO CONTROL, RAINBOW FAMILY GATHERINGS, ACTUALLY, APOLOGIZED TO THE GROUP, PROMOTING LOVE & PEACE, AND SAID THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN! KUDOS, CHIEF, YOU ARE MY HERO, MORE THAN TOM BRADY, BECAUSE, THIS IS REAL LIFE, SOMETHING AMERICANS, DON'T WANT ON THEIR STREETS. VIA, EMAIL TO THE PUBLIC SAFETY & HEALTH COMMITTEE OF THE CITY, THE ISSUE WAS TAKEN OFF THE AGENDA, BUT THE CHAIR OF THE COMMITTEE, ALLOWED CITIZENS TO VOICE THEIR OPINIONS, AND HE REITERATED, THAT MISSOULA IS NOT FERGUSON, NOR GREAT FALLS, BOZEMAN, OR KALISPELL, AND WE LISTEN TO OUR CITIZENS, VALUE OUR WAY OF LIFE, RIGHTS, AND TRADITIONS, WHILE CONCERNED WITH COMMUNICATION DEVICES, THAT THE VEHICLE MIGHT HAVE PROVIDED, IN CASE OF AN ACCIDENT, THE COMMITTEE, DECIDED, THAT THEY COULD TALK TO THE FIRE DEPARTMENT, TO FIND OUT HOW THEY COMMUNICATE IN THE CASE OF A FIRE--LAST WINTER, THERE WAS AN AVALANCHE THAT, AS I RECALL, KILLED TWO PEOPLE, UP RATTLESNAKE CANYON, MOUNT JUMBO AREA, AND TRAPPED SEVERAL MORE FOR HOURS . . . LET'S GET OUR COPS, THE EQUIPMENT THEY NEED, TO SERVE AND PROTECT US, BUT NOT GO BEYOND THE MARK, GETTING WAY MORE THAN WE BARGINED FOR, BEING FORCED TO USE THE PAPAMILITARIZED VEHICLES, TO JUSTIFY THEIR PURCHASE! THE AMOUNT OF TRUST CITIZENS, GAINED AND THE RESPECT, JUST TRIPLED IN MISSOULA; PEOPLE FELT LISTENED TO, RESPECTED, BOTH AT THE MONDAY MEETING, AND THE ONE THAT JUST LET OUT, THE 12:30 P.M.--THIS IS THE WAY GOVERNMENT SHOULD WORK . . . NOW, I WILL WRITE SOME OF THE STUFF, I MENTIONED THIS MORNING, ON PROPOGANDA MACHINES, SUPER BOWL GRIEVING PROCESS FOR THE SEAHAWKS, THE CKST WATER COMPACT, THE "PURPORTED" PILOT BURNING BY ISIS, AND SOME GREAT COMMENTS, FROM BOSTON'S MAYOR, ABOUT BUILDING TRUST IN YOUR COMMUNITIES . . .

Richard Sherman's Look, After Patriot, Rookie, Malcom Butler, Intercepted Seahawk's Ball, on the 1 Yard Line!  PRICELESS!

FUNNY AS HELL . . . VU LEE, 33-YEAR-OLD VIETNAMESE IMMIGRANT WHO RUNS A SEATTLE NON-PROFIT!

Prior to moving to the Seattle area, Vu, knew nothing about professional sports when he started cheering for the Seahawks during the team's Super Bowl run last year.  On his blog, he tried to draw lessons from the loss for the non-profit world, spelling out what he called Seattle's "stages of grief":

• Denial
• Righteous Anger
• Hot Yoga
• Organic Juice Cleanse
• Bargaining at the Farmer's Market
• Composting
• Existential Despair
• Biking to Happy Hour
• Acceptance of Marijuana

Le said, Tuesday he doesn't regret getting on the Seahawk's bandwagon.  "When you care about something, you risk getting your heart just squashed," he said.  "But when they win, like last year, it was amazing." Great list, and thanks, Missoulian, for printing it . . . we have all lost a time or too, so we know what it feels like to have your heart squashed!  LOL!  And so, Seattle-ish!  LOL!

Propaganda Machine At Work In Montana!

Montana Legislator, Wants to Pay, $55 Million for Passage of the Water Compact, in Violation of the "Compact Clause" of the United States Constitution: Hopefully, Cooler Heads, Will Prevail, Governor Bullock!

You always, wonder, what is up, when someone, totally, is willing to ignore, the United States Constitution, the Montana Constitution, the Montana Code, Water Law, and the Enabling Clause of the state constitution, making Indian Tribes, the sole jurisdiction of the United State government!  Now, I was asked, two years ago, March, to help, a bunch of rancher and farmer's wives, who were fighting the water compact, if I would do a constitutional analysis of the proposed compact.  I willingly did so, without pay, and helped, table the compact, for 2 weeks, so the House Judiciary Committee, could review the compact, and reconsider the merits of the proposed compact.

Sometime around that period, being new to the state and the issue, I found out that a district court judge, ruled the water compact, as it stands, at that time, unconstitutional!  Okay, so we have one branch of the government, the branch in charge of interpreting the law and often the facts, according to the state constitution, that I am not as familiar with, as I should be, being totally ignored, and sent to the legislative branch, for non-legally trained, law makers, to decide, whether to agree to the compact, or not.  All of the members of the legislature, are sworn to uphold, both the United States Constitution, and the Montana Constitution . . . so what is the problem?  Possibly, some place in the law, the water compact, needs to be ratified by the legislative branch, to become law . . . but under what law?  Only the United States has jurisdiction, so what in the hell, is the Montana court, or the legislature doing?

April 20th, 2013 . . . I Recall Seeing 200 Indians vs. 200 Ranchers Up at the Legislature; I Testified Too!

Since I had been asked by rancher and farmer's wives, and concerned citizens of the Flathead County, a county very effected by the compact, I tried from January to April to get up to the session, to see what was going on, but had to keep going back to serve, clients from Utah, suspicious timing, always.  But, luckily, I showed up and saw the masses, that looked like a re-run of the American Indian Wars!  If I recall, the Indians, testified first, followed by the ranchers/farmers, and I distinctly remember, one of the ranchers, furiously state, that he would spend every last cent of his kids inheritance, to fight this compact!  Now, all of the sudden, we have all these grassroots, newly formed organizations of ranchers and farmers, that are now magically, in favor of the water compact, that I think is horrible, in addition to unconstitutional!

There is a great, letter to the editor, in the Missoulian, Wednesday, February 4, 2015--B5 by Dennis Leonard, Missoula, also one of 11 counties, and over 300,000 people the water compact will involve, called, CSKT WATER COMPACT: NAMES CHANGED TO HIDE UGLY TRUTHS.  And the truth is, why in the hell, would Montana, want to waste $55 million dollars of hard earned, tax payer's money, when, under the U.S. Constitution and Montana Constitution, the Enabling Act, or the contract, between the feds and the state, at the time of signing the document, all water's in the state, ground, spring, surface, etc., belong to the state . . . even the Hellgate Treaty, of 1855, is clear, that the Indians, ceded their interest in reservation lands, in favor of peace, money, homes, use and benefit of the water, unlimited fishing in traditional water holes, schools, etc.

A LEOPARD DOESN'T CHANGE ITS SPOTS, SO WHAT IS UP?

We as Montanans, even legislators, are not free, to re-write the law, at will, change the Constitution, to our liking, especially, when doing so, hurts the state, unless, someone paid you more?  We can't scream, foul, when the federal government oversteps its jurisdictional responsibilities and duties, then turn around, and fuck with the 10th amendment ourselves, as in taking away those expressly stated, dealings, of the federal government, assigned, by the states, themselves, and say, we are going to step in and take care of this one, when states are prohibited from having any treaties, alliances, which is just another word for compacts, agreements, or confederations, and specifically mentions, agreements or compacts, with Indians!  

The title of this blog is, The law, is the law, is the law . . . know your rights!  There is a delicate balance of power, between the states and the people, and the federal government.  All laws we pass, water compacts, included, cannot violate the U.S. Constitution, and be considered lawful, legal, constitution, or right.  Consistency is one thing, that we need to commit to!  I am aware that there are 13 to 18 other water compacts that the state has entered into with the Indians.  I am also aware, that Congress has to sign off on the water compacts.  But it is just, not the state's job, to come up with the compact, which is expressly prohibited, in the Constitution!  If the federal government, has sole jurisdiction or power to deal with the Indians, under both documents, then there is no fear, or should be no fear, regardless of the threat of lawsuits, years of drawn out litigation, etc., to have an ordered society, you must have a set of rules, laws, or a constitution, you all agree to follow . . . this has been laid out, long before I came to the state, so this is not about personality, or about favorite JoAnns, or about hidden religious affiliation, and getting rid of a separation of church and state!

Over the last two years, I have seen numerous attempts, to subvert the Constitution and standing law, for what, a shitty water compact, that fucks the farmers and ranchers, and re-writes a treaty that has been in existence for over 160 years?  Does this make sense?  I doesn't to me?  I agree with the letter to the editor, someone is hiding the ugly truth!  You can feel sorry for the Indians, that they got screwed, but, you can't change, the Constitution to right a wrong, or alleged wrong.  Perhaps, we have not done the Indians any favors, by not just integrating them into society, with no separations, like other cultures.  I know that Montana, and the United States have fully offered and it was accepted, that they, Native Americans, be given full Montana citizenship, which is great!  But, that does not mean we change our way of law, determining water use and rights, nor mean we have to give the Indians back, land they ceded for protection and peace with the white man!  

We Can't Hide the Ugly Truth, Either in Montana or Washington!  Propaganda . . . OUT, YOU DAMNED SPOT, to quote from Shakespeare!

Purported facts about pilots being burned to death in a cage, can be verified, certified and authenticated . . . the water compact is just a matter of law, there is not debate needed!  We have to start, as Americans, Montanans, Utahans, and the rest of the world, start to think in terms of the facts, the evidence, proof, and distinguish that from emotions, superstition, fabrications, fear, power and control.  We are distinguished from the animal world, by the fact that we can think, complicated, complex, paradoxical, and allegorical thoughts, that make us higher beings, on any food chain, even on the Bush Agenda 21, survival of the fittest scale!  

You must have guiding principles, documents, tenants, concepts, and agreed upon mandates, to follow . . . our society is not a theocracy, a democracy, but a representative form of government, based on the written laws, codified, in our books, based, first and foremost, on the founding document of the United States Constitution . . . fuck the Patriot Act chaos, the one world order, the Mormon version of a Mormon president of the world . . . not going to happen!  The constitutions are hear to stay, and they are not going anywhere soon, so sit back and enjoy the ride.

Gotta Love This American Ride!

Mayor Menino and the Law as an Instrument of Change: A Reflection on the Legal Legacy of Boston's Retiring Chief Executive

Yesterday, while at the law library at the University of Montana, I guess I ought to memorize the name of the law school, since my daughter will be attending it, in the fall, but I went to throw away the newspaper articles that I had used, and noticed oak, holders on the pillars, holding up the law school, and saw, on entitled, State & Local Law NEWS, put out by the American Bar Association, section of State and Local Government Law.  I first dismissed the law school newsletter, and thought, I could write that thing, since, that was the area, I focused on not only in my law school training, but in my choice of career, working with state and local governments, either on one side or the other.

But, my thoughts, of possibly getting stuck somewhere without something to read, or something to entertain, my active brain, I decided to take it along with me, just in case.  As, I sat drinking my Diet Coke, that I was swearing off, for the last drink, just like an alcoholic, eating the Russel Stover, Snoopy Chocolates, to limit my intact to just three chocolates, in a cute heart shaped box, and eating Lemonheads, that were in the Spot, bargain bin, for $1.00, I decided to take a bit of time and read the newsletter . . . I was particularly impressed with Boston's Mayor Menino, remarks, about state and local governing.  So, here is an abbreviated list of what I thought was great and might help a new mayor, cop, legislator, governor, congressman or woman . . . 

STEERING FREE OF SCANDALS AND CORRUPTION

• I am skipping tons of acknowledgements and awards, the Mayor got over his 20 year tenure 
  • addressing issues faced by ex-offenders as they transition into the community on release.
  • For Mayor Menino, CORI, reform was not about allowing those who commit serious crimes to escape the consequences of their actions, it was about ensuring that the law was not a permanent barrier to employment, housing, and other opportunities for people deserving of a second chance.
  • Mayor Menino maintained that DOMA, or the Defense of Marriage Act, prevented Boston from treating its employees equally and that federal law should be changed. 
  • Mayors Against Illegal Guns (MAIG) has played a significant role in addressing the problem of illegal gun violence in American cities and has become a bi-partisan rallying point for cities seeking common-sense solutions to the firearms-fueled tragedies on their streets.
  • He allowed Boston Occupiers a forum for their beliefs so long as it did not threaten the public safety and welfare of themselves or other Bostonians.
  • Mayor Menino's deference to the First Amendment probably stems from his personal willingness to avail himself of its protections. 

  BEING AN ADVOCATE . . . BY GAINING THE TRUST OF THE PEOPLE

  • we have become the youngest city in America, bringing families and young professionals out of the suburbs and into our neighborhoods
  • the biggest change I have noticed, and the one I am most proud of, is how Boston has become a more inclusive and tolerant city
  • today, our city is thriving.  Our neighborhoods are ore diverse--we are a minority-majority city.  People of all different backgrounds live and work and play and worship side by side
  • How did all this happen?
  • the secret is simple: my team was able to change Boston's identity, and change the city, by gaining the trust of the people
  • having people's trust is so important.  It gives you the power to make big changes, but it means always paying attention to the little details
  • trust comes from being an advocate for your constituents.  It comes from giving people a voice, being there to listen, and letting them know that you are committed to be their champion, day in and day out 
  • violence among our city's youth had to stop . . . you see a need and you realize you can help
  • I wanted to bring a sense of togetherness, unity and hope
  • in another yearly tradition, my staff and I would go out and perform the homeless census.  On those frigid nights, I wanted to make sure that City Hall served all of its people, especially those who needed help the most
  • I would hold regular coffee hours in Boston's parks, where neighbors could come together and tell me about their communities.
  • they would let me know what the city was doing well, and what needed to improve
  • most importantly, they were reminded that as members of the community, they had a voice.  They were heard.  They had a say in Boston's future
  • I can tell you all of this, because at the end of the day, it is about the people.  It's always about the people . . .
  • that is what government leaders have to remember.  It is what mayors and city councilors, police officers and firefighters, teachers and attorneys have to remember
  • I urge today's leaders to remember what they were elected to do: serve the people.  Be their leader, their advocate, and their biggest champion
  • when you do that, when you do the little things to show the people that you truly care, you will earn their trust
  • and when you earn their trust, you can make amazing things happen
  • you can take a stand for what you believe in, even if it is a politically dangerous thing to do
  • you can defend the causes that make a real difference in people's lives, even if it goes against conventional wisdom
  • you can make your city, your state, and your country a better place, all because you have earned the people's trust  . . . you have earned their respect by being there for them
  • remember the human side of politics
  • earn their trust by being an advocate for them every single day
  • protect the groups that need an ally
  • stand up for people who need a helping hand
  • make sure the little things are taken care of--working streetlights, clean parks, businesses free from graffiti, reliable responses from city services--and the big things will fall into place
  • that is the biggest lesson I can offer from my 30 years in City Hall.  I am proud of all that my team was able to accomplish, and I hope that other cities can learn something from what we have done.  City leaders need a great vision, but they also need a commitment to the little things.  

  Every city deserves an advocate.  Every city deserves a champion.  Thank You, Mayor Menino!

  Thank You, Police Chief, Mike Brady, You are One of Our Quarterbacks, Here in the City . . . You Listened to the Voice of the People, Trust Was Elevated!