CRASH & BURN--KEYSTONE, UNIFORMED OFFICERS, FAILED AT LEAST TWO STING OPS, TWO DAYS AGO; NEW STING OP BY UNDERCOVER COPS THIS MORNING--BURN, DITCH TRAIL, CHANGE PROPS, AVOID WITCH HUNT SPREADING ALL OVER THE CITY, BY 5:00 A.M. THIS MORNING! IF IT WASN'T SO FUN, IT WOULD BE SCARY! LOL! WHAT WOULD FEBRUARY BE WITHOUT VALENTINE'S DAY--JANUARY! REMEMBER ALL KINDS OF LOVE, ROMANTIC OF COURSE, FAMLY LOVE, FRIEND LOVE, WORK LOVE, SCHOOL LOVE, NATURE LOVE, GOD LOVE . . . LOVE OTHERS AS I HAVE LOVED YOU! GO! GO! GO! GO! THAT IS HOW I KNEW TO GET THE HELL OUT OF DODGE, OR THE POVERELLO PALACE SHELTER! CAN'T BEAT GOD AS MY INTEL MAN! LOL! HE CAN BEAT ALL OF YOU, PROBABLY AT LEAST 5 UNDERCOVER, FEDS, STATE, LOCAL? I HAVE MY OPINION, BUT FEDS LEAN ON LOCALS TO DO THEIR DIRTY WORK, OR WORK WITH THEM! TELL THEM TO STUFF IT!

Coming & Going!  LOL!

 

NSA is on my ass, already, was hoping to get up early enough, generally do, and they would normally think that I would be going to church, like I always do on Sunday, so they must know of the sting op failure, and they are watching for me to write about it!  LOL!  See the word, amp "they added that and I can't get it off my blog, no matter what I do, change it ten times, update the blog after I fix it, and it still goes back to being in my title . . . and Congress really thinks they should continue funding HOMELAND SECURITY?  Proof positive, that they are watching a constitutional law attorney, 24/7 and have time for someone who is training the world, about American values, freedoms, liberties, rights, and our way of life!  Just how fucking bad can that be, unless they are trying for something other than American systems!  Which is the case; therefore, American Tax payers should not be funding their fucked up bull shit, that is hurting rather than helping America!  Move to fucking god-damn Germany if you want to worship Hitler, I don't think Chancellor Merkel will go back to those bad old days, or you could go to England, where the world bankers are, but they even kicked in $2 billion for the peace efforts in Russia and the Ukraine, so great for you, doing some damage control, keep it up, kudos to you!  You can even make more money, building humanity, rather than paying for wars to annihilate it!

 

Apple, Largest Stock Showings, Blowing off Government Cops--Protecting Account Holders!  Yahoo!  Way to Go!

Other companies need to follow suit.  I remember shortly after Google, who is way down the list, and I wonder why, they sold their souls, to the feds, when they lost the law suit, and then they came up with some lame as, but cute, lego presentation, who they allegedly were protecting your accounts, which is just not true, I can't even control my blog . . . there are at least three, and I would bet, six versions, and all stealing hits/results, every time it reaches over the million mark, which it did by tripletes, Google or the government allows, the fucker thieves to skim the top millions off, and leaves, me with hits below that . . . going with the normal numbers for a person with a good blog, my hell, I rival the hits on Google itself.  So, I guess to keep my numbers looking somewhat normal, they just skim it off the top and steal the proceeds from it . . . no biggie!  This is the fucking stuff that the NSA is suppose to be stopping!  The CIA and the FBI are suppose to be investigating financial, communications, Internet, identity theft, and transactional crimes, and they are fuckers aiding and abbetting the conglomerate, who are making a killing on this blog, as they did on my cases, and as they are doing with my son's music, past, present, and I would venture a bet, he recorded a few weeks ago for his new band, Delta something, and through surveillance, they will have a mix ready to market, before the band finishes the final details, and have it marketed worldwide with a fake band, new names and titles, and staging shows through the Mormon ponsi scheme capital of the world--Utah!  CIA, FBI, NSA, missionary, returned missionary, old missionary connections, new missionary connections, both in and out of the government . . . that is who they market it so fast, and they are the ones who are suppose to be stopping this stuff!

 

Private companies are not held to the same standards as the government, generally, unless they are acting as arms of the government, which it appears that Google is doing with my, alleged, One Account . . . yeah, there is just one account, with multiple users with total access to it!  When I go to write the title, they are fucking with it every step of the way, not your fucking account, fuckers, stay the fuck off  my blog!  A blog is a property right, and you have not compensated me for stealing it, through, what lame ass excuse, let's see, national security?  Really, you are the ones that we need to protect the public from, as a national security threat to US!  So, yesterday, they rip off my whole fucking title.  Then as I go into the body of the blog, and write the first title, generally, speaking, the cursor, will drop down below the title, and it doesn't add the amp throughout the title and other areas of the blog, but when they are on it, the cursor is up actually on the same level as the title, so they, can follow what I write as I write it, and change anything that might be anti-government, or anit-Mormon church, or anti-CIA, FBI, NSA, or anti-Republican, as was the title yesterday, on sex education, porn, and condoms!  So, anything that is not the party line of the screammmmmmm, Southwick family, who has become rich, famous, powerful, and in the right circles, due to who?  You got it, ME! , they are allowed access to what I do, trying to fool you, others, into thinking, one of the barking dog sisters and attorneys, is ME; therefore, either I gave them permission--FUCK NO!  Or, I am allowing them to represent ME--FUCK NO! 

 

Do you see anything in my words that would lead you to believe that I am going along with this shit?  If you do, I can suggest an absolutely horrible psychiatrist, Dr. Mark Foote--Salt Lake City, Utah, former, enemy, turned, undercover, asshole, alleged doctor, who worked with Shelley to try to steal my identity, and fuck me over, all because, I forced the fucking psych rats, to report domestic violence, old enemies, and one since the day I was born, and still trying.  Foote gave Shelley access to MY MEDICAL RECORDS . . . HERE IS WHERE THEY ARE TRYING TO PULL OF THE SWITCH IN IDENTITY!  Shelley was not me, could not have access, nor is she my attorney, because I am both, JoAnn S. Secrist, she goes by Joann S. Secrist, just a small fraud, don't you think?  Really, and I guess that is not fraud, nor violation of Foote's professional code of conduct and ethics!  Hey, but he is Mormon, or sympathetic to Mormons, or at least he hated me, pushing the medical organization around . . . Shelley is a law breaker, like Mark Foote, and therefore, we are breaking the law, and we would rather have her, because she can't make us follow the laws, and she is nicer, because she has not right to be enforcing the laws!  SHE IS A GOD-DAMN CRIMINAL FROM HELL, AND DESERVES, ALONG WITH MARK, WHO DOCTORED THE RECORDS, LAST TIME I TALKED TO HIM, JUST ABOUT 3 YEARS AGO, SAID HE HAD ABOUT 2 FEET OF RECORDS ON ME . . . I COULD ONLY STAND SEEING THE GUY ABOUT 4 TIMES, AND HE WOULD JUST ASK ME, WHAT I DID DURING THE WEEK AND HOW DID I FEEL, AND THE UTAH MEDICAL ASSOCIATION PICKED HIM, BECAUSE LEO SORENSON AND VAL BATEMAN WERE IN ON THE DEAL!  And this came after I saved the doctors from abject violation of their constitutional rights, by Medicaid/Medicare fraud investigative units, of attorneys and cops!  Nice thanks, steal the good stuff!  I did a ton of it, enough for about 7 bitches to claim they did it!

 

AND WE WANT TO CONTINUES TO FUND, UNLIMITED, 40 INTELLIGENCE AGENCIES?  WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE WE GETTING FROM THIS MONEY, WHICH WE CAN'T EVEN KNOW THE AMOUNT?  A BIG FAT ZERO!  REPUBLICANS ARE THE ONES WANTING TO FUND THE FUCKERS, BECAUSE, LIKE THEM, THEY ARE DO NOTHING, EXCEPT THE BIDDING OF BIG BUSINESS, WHO FAVOR REPUBLICANS!  I WOULD VENTURE, WORTH WISE, THAT THE IMMIGRANTS, WHO ARE ALLOWED WORK PERMITS, WILL BE MAKING AND CONTRIBUTING WAY MORE THAN OUR INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY, WHO ARE JUST SPENDING TIME ON THEIR FUCKING DICKS!

NSA dip shits, are not letting me center the title, maybe a sign that this is all I need to write . . . same old bull shit, at the Pov., the looks, the sneaky glances, the abnormal rising times, the out of the ordinary schedules, people who always sleep in, up early, due to surveillance cameras in the halls!  They knew I was up to something, when my Intel guy told me Go! Go! Go! on the video screen in my brain . . . they already had the human bean bag, who sits slumped in the corners, as if dead, already in place, when I mentioned that I was going to Missoula 3:16 for breakfast, this blog, who never talks, or response, sits up and asks me when I am going--I already knew they had something up their sleaves--I told her whenever I want to go--fooled her by eating breakfast, then darted out the door!  LOL!  Garrett, up and ready to go, never leaves until he has read the newspaper, 3:16 doesn't even open until 6:00 a.m., this was about 4:15--I took off to Safeway Grocery Store, and noticed, that he also followed me to the store, but I saw him before he saw me and ditched out.  Serveral cop like characters, who think they can just show up, say three or four times, when an op is planned, and think I don't notice their out of place, sorry asses?  Good, God, you guys are just no good at this!

AND WE ARE FUCKNIG PAYING FOR THIS SHIT!  RIGHT ON . . . YOU FOOLS, YOU ARE PAYING FOR BOYZ AND THEIR TOYS, BOTH ARMORED VEHICLES AND WOMEN!  AND YOUR FUCKING NATIONAL SECURITY THE VERY REASON FOR ALL THE RESOURCES AND TAXES BEING GIVEN TO INTELLIGENCE AGENCIES AND HOMELAND SECURITY, WHAT SO WE CAN'T TOUCH COVERED AGENCIES, LIKE THE ONES I AM ALWAYS TRASHING?

WAKE UP AS SMELL THE COFFEE--SHELLEY IS NOT ME, SHE IS A COP BITCH, KAY, RACHEL, SUE, TIFFANY, KELLY ANN BOOTH, AND WHO EVER ELSE THEY ARE FUCKING!  AMAZING, MORMON, REPUBLICAN MAFIA HANDED TO YOU AND A PLATTER, AND YOU CAN'T SEE IT?  SHIT!





VALENTINE'S DAY--SINGLE APPRECIATION DAY! THE BEST SEX I EVER HAD, WAS WHEN I DIDN'T HAVE SEX! LOL! I WILL EXPLAIN. MY DAD--MORMON NSA, JUST DELETED MY TITLE--POOR SEXUALLY REPRESSED MO'S! LOL!!! MY DAD'S ATTEMPT AT THE "BIRDS AND THE BEES" CHAT CONSISTED OF HIM LOOKING SQUEAMISH AND ME ASSURING HIM THAT I WASN'T HAVING SEX. WE LEARNED ABOUT BASIC ANATOMY, THE VELOCITY OF SWIMMING SPERM AND HOW TO UNWRAP A CONDOM. WORTHWHILE STUFF, BUT IT DID NOTHING TO ANSWER THE MORE PRESSING QUESTIONS OF MY PUBESCENT BRAIN. LIKE HOW LONG SHOULD IT LAST? WHAT SHOULD IT FEEL LIKE? HOW DO YOU START? I WASN'T EQUIPPED TO ASK THESE QUESTIONS. THE ADULTS IN MY LIFE WERE EVEN MORE INEMPT AT PROVIDING ANSWERS. PORN THOUGH, DID A PRETTY GOOD JOB. (JAMIE ROGERS, MISSOULA INDEPENDENT) DEMANDING A CHANGE AT U OF MONTANA--THE MOVEMENT WAS FOUNDED ON VALENTINE'S DAY 2012 TO END VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN. WE DANCED. WE DEMANDED JUSTICE. NOW, WE ARE DEMANDING A CHANGE. "HE JUST COULDN'T HELP HIMSELF", NOT CUTTING IT ANYMORE . . . CALLING ME A HOMEWRECKER ALSO GIVES IN TO OUR CULTURE'S POISONOUS IDEA THAT WE DO NOT NEED TO HOLD MEN ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR SEXUAL DESIRES, AND THAT WOMEN MUST BE THE GATEKEEPERS OF SEXUALITY! WAY TO GO, DEMOCRATIC GOVERNORS, FOR PRESSURING THE GOVERNOR OF OREGON, TO STEP DOWN FOR ACCESSING HIS LIVE IN FIANCE'S BUSINESS, LARGE GOVERNMENT CONTRACTS! WE ARE DEMANDING A CHANGE! ONE BILLION RISING! KEEP CALM AND GROW UP! GOOD STUFF! WITH A 50% DIVORCE RATE IN AMERICA, HUMAN BODY TRAFFICKING, SEXUAL ASSUALTS IN THE MILITARY AND ON CAMPUS, EXPLOITATION OF CHILDREN FOR SEXUAL PURPOSES, WE NEED TO GROW UP, TEACH PEOPLE WHAT SEX IS, HOW IS WORKS, WHAT IT CAN AND CAN'T DO FOR A PERSON, OPENLY DISCUSS THE ISSUES, SO THAT KIDS AND ADULTS DON'T THINK IT IS A DIRY THING, AND GET SOME FRESH AIR, EDUCATION, TRAINING, AND INFORMATION TO PEOPLE--IF YOU DON'T DEAL WITH REALITY, REALITY WILL DEAL WITH YOU, AND IT IS!

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE; I LOVE YOU BE MINE?  OXOXOXOX; I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!

 

I can tell the double, through the NSA, is joining us; hopefully, you will be one of the lucky ones to get my original text, not some washed up and boring, Republican version of this rendition of my blog, not to be tampered with by lame ass sisters, with access to get into my blog, take the $, and fuck up my thoughts, preferences, intentions, and message!  She is one for the money, I am one for the love . . . but, since she and other Mo's, short for Mormons, or alleged Mormons, who have claimed my work up to the tune of about a billion dollars, taking credit for the hottest blog in the history of Google, or the Internet, pray that first amendment freedom of speech will triumph, if the Constitutional Gods, and human health in sexual relationships are to prevail, they will be with me, and I can get rid of the leaches, who suck the blood out of everything I do, since they have no life, or stories, or thoughts of their own, except what big brother, big sister, the government, thinks you and I need to hear!  FUCK'EM!  I hate these god-damn motherfuckers, for interferring with the stuff that will make you more savvy people, happier, rather married or single, and might give you some fun thoughts, ideas, and even give you a bit of sex educations, so you dear old dad, doesn't get squeamish, and you rely on porn, which is not the greatest method of sex education, and leads to movements, like the latest and prehaps the greatest at U of M, having been dinged by the Department of Justice, for an alleged date rape situation that happened, involving a star quarterback, and a date.

 

If you think, for one second, that the training males and females get while young, is not critical, and they can just figure it out on their own, you are dead wrong!  I was thrilled to see the U of M, host the Love Fest last week, on campus, showing students dancing with each other, relating healthy, one girl with two roses, possibly, from two different guys, a normal situation, that might occur.  It is time to get real, stop leaving people to their own devices, dealing with one of the most important aspects of humanity, the very agent, that propels humanity forward, and both entertains, enlightens, heals, brings forth new life, and rocks our world.  We need to discuss this subject, and I hope that by some small means, that my experiences, of a less than knowledgable youngster, and just barely getting what the idea of a healthy relationships consists of, and what the true joy of sex is . . . you and others, in an open conversation, can feret out some of the do's and don'ts, the good and the bad, the beautiful and the uglies of sex!  And is sure as hell all exists!

NOTE:  I just ran a little test, these fuckers are all over my blog, as I know they have been, want a Republican, favoring parents teaching their kids, and refuse to put forth the Democrats views, or the more liberal side of society . . . they have no fucking brains to do the basics themselves, so they let me do all the work, give the ideas, and then they steal them and claim, the good stuff as their own work, when they would all have you in gunny sacks, and married to gross old men, living in polygamy, either in the Mormon or the Muslim world, where men can have more than one wife . . . they hate equality in women, hate that a woman would actually enjoy sex, and has just as voracious an appetite as a man, or that she can love more than one man, simultaneously!  Heaven forbid, keep the old patriarchal bull shit, good soldier, he couldn't help himself, he needs more sex than one would can provide, we will just justify him marrying more women--this is complete trash, and the dumb asses who promote this type of bull shit, need to be prosecuted, jailed, and hung!  Sorry, I just had to send a COMPLAINT TO GOOGLE FOR THE 100TH TIME!  Falls on deaf ears.  I actually think, I am going to leave this blog as is, because they are all over it, and I don't want them to be, and the message I want to make, is basically in the title, and what I just wrote, and I don't want them to get a chance to change it, and they will, right while I am writing it, worth billions, more my way, steal the great stuff, whatever, you fuckers!

HAVE A GREAT VALENTINE'S DAY!  SORRY, BIG BRO & SIS, ARE ALL OVER MY LOVING ASS; THEREFORE, SOME OF THE FUN STUFF, IS LEFT OUT . . . LET THEM COME UP WITH THEIR OWN STUFF, FOR ONCE!

I LOVE YOU!  THAT IS WHY I WRITE!

 



SOMETHING IS FISHY OR RATHER STINKS AT THE POVERELLO HOMELESS SHELTER . . . CITY COPS TAKE OUT A GUY, WHO ALLEGEDLY WAS JUST SITTING THERE AT 5:00 A.M., IN THE MORNING, WHEN I AM USUALLY UP, LATER CRACKING THE WHIP, SO I CAN DO MY JOB, WHIPING OFF TABLES, PUTTING UP CHAIRS, A VERY UNPOPULAR JOB AT 7:30 A.M.; SHERIFF CAME TRIPPING IN THIS MORNING, JUST AS AN OLD GUY WHO THINKS HE IS THE ITALIAN STALLION, COMES TRIPPING IN TO IDENTIFY ME, AND I CATCH HIM KNODDING TO THE SHERIFF, AS HE CONTINUES TO COME IN A BUG ME, ASKING ME WHAT MY PLANS ARE FOR THE DAY, WHERE I AM GOING, ETC.--I TELL HIM TO STOP MICROMANAGING ME, AND JUST LIKE IT DID TO MY KIDS, GET AWAY FROM ME UNTIL THIS IS CLEAN! THEN, SUPPOSE TO MEET LONG-TIME CHICK, ALLEGEDLY, FROM POV. AT NOON, SO I CAN TEACH HER TO USE THE COMPUTER AND WRITE A RESUME . . . SHE DOES A NO SHOW, OR I CATCH HER, AS SHE IS TRIPPING IN ABOUT AN HOUR AFTER THE APPOINTED TIME, SHE ACTS DUMBFOUNDED . . . I TELL HER TO MEET ME AT ST. PAT'S HOSPITAL, BECAUSE I CAN'T STAND WATCHING THE POV. GROUPIES IN THE YARD--AGAIN, I DON'T SEE HER, UNTIL, SHE FIGURES I AM BORED AND SAFELY ON A BUS TO MY NEXT DESTINATION, WHICH WAS ACCURATE. I AM ON A BUS, THAT JUST GOES ON A SHORT TRIP AROUND TOWN, AND I SEE HER GOING OUT THE FRONT DOOR, NOT THE ONE, WHERE I HAD TOLD ANOTHER CHICK, TO TELL HER WHERE I WAS; I TURN AROUND, AND TRY TO CATCH HER BY GOING TO THE HOSPITAL, AND AS SHE APPROACHES THE STREET BEFORE, WITH ME COMING FROM THE OTHER DIRECTION, SHE TURNS AND TRIPS OUT THE OTHER WAY! DO YOU SMELL A DEAD FISH, OR A STINKY SKUNK? I SURE AS HELL DO! OH, I FORGOT TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE UNDERCOVER COP, WHO SOMETIMES SITS AT THE FRONT DESK, DRESSES TOO NICE FOR THIS CROWD, EVEN STAFF, WHO HAS BEEN THERE WHEN THE OTHER STING OPS, HAPPENED, COMES TRIPPING OUT OF TERRITORY OF THE POV., BLOCKS AWAY, AND RUNS INTO ME, AS I AM LEAVING THE HOSPITAL WHERE I WROTE THE BLOG, ENTITLED, BLACK CAT--FRIDAY THE 13TH--SEX THAT WILL LAND YOU IN THE SLAMMER! HE SEES ME, AND TURNS A LEAVES, CATCHA--SEE HIM RIDING HIS BIKE BACK TO THE POV.! THEY ARE ALL PAID TO LIE, SAY SHELLEY'S SORRY ASS, OR KAY'S, FLIP A COIN, ALL JOANN, SO WHATEVER, IS THE ONE AT THE HOSPITAL LEARNING CENTER! SCREAAAAAAMMMMMMMM! SO STUPID, SO MUCH WASTE OF TIME . . . BRETT, 3RD HUBBY, ONCE SAID, IT IS SO MUCH EASIER TO SPEND YOUR MONEY, THAN MY OWN . . . AND HE HASN'T STOPPED, SINCE ABOUT 2006! SPENDING MY MONEY, THAT IS . . . SHELLEY, DAD/MOM, RACHEL, THE CREW, KAY BABY . . . GOOD GOD, WILL SOMEONE THINK FOR ONCE? THEY SCREAM THAT I AM LYING TELLING ABOUT MY OWN LIFE, AND ALL I AM DOING IS WRITING ABOUT MY LIFE, BUT THEY WANT IT, BECAUSE THEIRS ARE SO DAMN BORING! NAME OF GUY WHO BLINDFOLDED ME, FRED ADAMS, THERE HAVE BEEN SO MANY! LOL!

The Case of the Missing Levi's

This morning, luckily, I laid in bed for about two hours past my normal getting up time of 4:00 a.m., just thinking about what I wrote yesterday, laughing, gives me as much joy as I hope it gives you ideas!  LOL!  The really great thing about memories, is that you get to re-live them, over and over and over.  I remember once being at a concert on the 4th of July with Shelley, the one claiming to be me, and I can't say I blame her, because of this statement . . . Shelley is a reader, I, as a young woman, decided as I watched her, in my mind, wasting her life away reading about other people, decided that I would rather have my own adventures, rather than sit around all day reading about other people's adventures!  So, I sought about fun, adventure, beauty, and excitement, while she read on her bed in her room.  But at this concert, with tons of familiar songs from the 60's to the current time, back 5 or 6 years ago, when we were still sisters, she hadn't quit gotten away with stealing my ID, so I could still stand to sit next to her, but not now, oh, hell NO!  Because of stuff like this shit today!  But, floods of memories of times, guys, friends, school, and whatever, came tripping into my mind, taking me back to my life, so to say, and it was so fun . . . not much pain, but some.

I turned to Shelley, and asked her if she had any memories come to mind, when she hears music from our past . . . to my complete, shock and amazement, she said, NO.  I wanted to clarify, to see if she was just doing her normal, loose lips sink ships, routine, she probably got from the feds, training her, and she clarified to me, that no, she did not have any memories come to mind.  That memory came to mind today, as this series of events with cops, took place, and later, after, I am sure, a close call, with the biker dude, and cop, who doesn't know jack-shit about the Pov, headed back to warn the troops, I guess . . . but I thought of that, as the only explanation that could be possible, that she had spent her whole life in a book and never got out and lived, and she does it vicariously through me?

Two Pair of Levi's Taken Right Out of the Dryer & the Rest of Her Clothes

I start kicking around at about, 5:45 a.m., to be exact, this mind who likes time lines, and this Indian chick, whom has known me before at the Pov, probably in on the gig today, seemed alarmed, and pissed that her only two pair of Levi's were taken right out of the dryer . . . symbolic, always is, there are two and really more, JoAnns, not Joann, and she is probably a rat too, because she is always just sitting there by the door, looking at me, when I come or go, so starting the day early.  If there is or are two things I hate, almost most in life, are liars and thieves, and I am constantly dealing with both!  I console her, and give her some suggestions, that she didn't seem to interested in checking out, like the staff, daily, will throw out coats, nice jackets, anything left in the hall, and I mentioned that they may have done that, she said no, they would not have . . . they do all the time!

But, let's say, she is not in on the sting op, and she really did get her pants taken, and it seemed to be true, but, to pull this off, she would have to not wear Levi's, which I have never seen her in, so it shocked me in the first place, but it seems she was always wearing black yoga pants--don't let Rep. Doc Moore of the Montana Legislature see you, he wanted them banned--hell, I have two pairs on right now, and cops are going to tell me, the most modest pants, covering a ton of sins, like the last 15 years of cupcakes, are going to arrest me; I just don't think so!  But, on the opening day of the new Poverello Center, she, can't remember her name, told me, that some lady took her to get a Griz coat and hat at the campus, worth about $300!  I know people are nice, but a black and white coat, matching team hat, and gloves, worth that, and they are nice, but really . . . bribe then!  And later, on Monday, when the women were moving in, the same patterns started, undercover cops, and whatnot, started to show up, so I left for Kalispell, then Las Vegas!  Inner circle, as is everyone who gets to know me.

My point is, the person who get's pissed is the one who got their goods stolen, not the one who stole them.  When angry over a lose, like me not getting the cash back for my purchase of a $19.99, shirt from Target, is a big deal when you don't have any money, which is totally me, all the time, as it is for most of the Pov. people!  But that is always the case, the one who suffered loss is the one pissed, that is only natural, logical, and makes total sense, the other is not pissed, THEY EXPERIENCED GAIN FROM THEIR CRIMES . . . court's of law, say, that a person can't gain from their crimes, no matter how long they have retained the property . . . now cops, have become rich, as have others, because Shelley, Kay, and Brett, the ring leaders of this coup, have all been poor . . . I have not, until, this last 3 years, that has not been a part of my life, until they stole everything, and I mean everything, from me, and hound me 24/7 with this type of shit!  So, Shelley, and crew, can be cordial, friendly, share the wealth, acting like they are being benevolent, through grants, loans, purchasing loyalty, if not love . . . Christ asked, who loved him more, the one who was forgiven of more!

Key Players--Garrett is the Undercover Leader--Great Falls, Kalispell, Helena & Missoula--He Has Followed Me to All of Them!

Now, the feds, will place someone inside, to watch who gets cozy with who, and which people might be a problem, and who would defend, preserve and protect, the real JoAnn S. Secrist, me, sitting her at the William J. Jameson Law School, University of Missoula, Montana.  As I get to be a problem, or an apparent problem for cops, the heat starts to pick up, people start to disappear.  I just saw a Filipino chick, who has been at the Pov. forever, and just up and disappeared, saw her walking down the street today, and she acted like she didn't know me.  Yesterday, an older woman, named, Shar, whom I met early December, and got somewhat close to, as close as I want to get, and suddenly she up and disappears, allegedly in the hospital, and she was sick, so that might have been true, but she acted a bit strange yesterday, when I saw her at the bus station.  Another Povey, told me, her daughter just showed up out of the blue and is taking her back east . . . why not sooner?  Her plans, really up until a few days ago, where to wait, on a government subsidized housing list, in Helena, where her granddaughter lives, and she can have a dog, and move over there.  And suddenly things change, she looked better than I had ever seen her . . . but this is how they, my multiplicity of enemies roll, they bribe everyone!

Patricia, whom I sort of knew, came back into town the day before I did, or the day.  Anne, all of the sudden shows up, and leaves, the same day, until, I mentioned her in my blog, as being one of the bribed, they brought back to cover their asses this time, came and left again yesterday.  Joe, who was kicked out of the Butte Rescue Mission, and was suppose to go to Spokane with his wife and friend, also here, both keeping a low profile, until I wrote about him in my blog, blew up and called me a bitch yesterday, for trying to clean off the tables, and fold chairs, my job, the Poverello's schedule, not mine . . . did he hear about the blog, is he undercover cop, or was the whole table that seemed to be balking the system, unlike the day before, but all leaving their coats on the chair, with a 5 minute warning that I was cleaning it, Joe, left, and barking that I was being disrespectful . . . a Officer Wilson of Ferguson?  Staff, immediately came out, and defended my action, taking coats, laying them near walls, so I could put up the chairs, and telling Joe to knock it off . . . don't think this guy is in on it, but others, not so sure!  Then today, I heard, others, who seem to be infiltrators, and agitators, talking about me, making all these lazy asses, actually get the hell out of the building so we can get it cleaned up after them, saying stuff about me pushing them around.  Garrett, said I was a bully after the first day I made everyone leave and give us a chance, probably the first time, these assholes, haven't stayed around til 9 or 10, making people work around them, which I refuse to do.  I offer to let any of them do my job, God forbid, and they can take all day . . . none take me up on that!

I DON'T PLAY, SLEEP WITH THE TOP COP GAME OR ANY--JUST GOOD AT WHAT I DO, DON'T NEED MEN TO GET ME WHERE I AM!  DID IT ALONE!

Now, these guys, are playing a totally different game than I play . . . it is the T&A game, or tits and ass game they have been playing with my doubles!  I can tell, he likes me, and it seems, that things go well when I hang with him, as I did one night . . . I have always been friendly.  But, the next day, I took off like I always do, to get my blog done, and ride the bus, or go to a lecture.  He was waiting for me, after the bus, the one just before dinner, dropped me off, and I was shocked to see him.  But as we walked to the Pov., he said, I am going to get on the computer, and see if there is a bounty or a reward out for turning you in . . . and I am sure, that there is off and on, comes and goes, like the warrants, never on the normal statewide warrant system, just on the cops inner, secret warrant system, the bullshit system, for bull shit warrants, the ones that are so full of crap, that it is a joke!  The former Playboy Bunny, the cop, who was pretending to be, Ms. July 1996, Hope Carlton, doesn't look anything like her, but I did see an episode of COPS, with a female officer, who looked just like my client, but she had a warrant, that was such a joke, when I stopped on my way back from the United States Supreme Court, getting sworn in, just before, going back to Utah, to write the briefs, that everyone wants to steal, and take credit for my creation of a whole new ten prong test to determine alimony, when cohabitation has been claimed by the paying husband . . . which generally stops the payments! 

The alleged warrant, and how would she know, unless she was in contact with Frank, of InterPol, and she was, because she is the one who told him, I was going to Washington, D.C., because I stopped in Grand Junction, Colorado to get some money she owed me!  The warrant, looked like someone who didn't know what a warrant looked like, not me, typed up a 7 line charge, or something, it was so far from what a warrant looked like, that I never even bothered to read it!  LOL!  These guys, believe their own shit, that they really are me, and that, I never came out of the PICKs Disease, and I am still brain dead, and they can pull and half-assed, lame ass shit, and I will believe them?  Just like the bullshit warrant, that the Parowan city cop, teamed with the Iron County Sheriffs, narc cop, who arrested me right after I got back from Colorado, with a short stop in Beaver Dam, where a cop pulled me over and gave me a warning for some lame ass shit . . . but I took his interest in me, as a thought that they were following me even in this remote place.  But, I asked the narcotics cop, whom I had listed as a defendant, on my $56.7 million case against Iron County, for corruption and constitutional violation of civil rights, for a copy of the warrant, he showed me an equally looking, squirrelly one, and I told him, I wanted him to prove, that I was on the statewide warrant system and this was a legitimate warrant, which it was not, and fucking Judge Lyle Anderson, Lie All, what his name symbolizes, and Shelley's first married name was Anderson!  But he teamed with the cops, I had sued and wrote up a warrant, that nobody but the insiders could trace, so they could arrest me, and take me across the state, to a jail, where no other prisoners, even could see, and probably take me to a detention camp for female activist, like CIA, Susan, Engleberg or something like that, on the Internet!

Garrett, You Have Paper In S--Just Typed SEX, Rather than SIX--Says it All!

Garrett, rather joking or not, told me, I had paper on me, sounds like a cop term, never heard it before, insiders lingo, but paper in six states, and a reward of $10,000, must be slipping, because I have had $60,000 hits out on me, ordered by the CIA for ratting them out for running drugs, flying them into Kalispell, and then taking them by vehicle, over the border, where the cops, cooperate and get a cut of the drug dough!  But, I figured that there was something out on me, because, everywhere I go, after a while, the heat starts up again, and usually, when I reject, probably some undercover fed!  I don't play those games, will not be forced to play them, don't need to play them, and refuse . . . I should be worth, at a bare minimum from cases, $200 million, and my blog, at least $1,000,000,000, yeah a billion!  Hell, I just had almost 3 million hits, in something like a half a second on the blog I did this morning!  My original blog, that they have capped off, at less then I had, as results, in the first week, hit almost 2 million hits, in seconds . . . but it used to get up to 155 million results, the largest I ever got to see and I know it grows, doesn't diminish, and that was for about 84 seconds, they just count it more often, because the system is not set up for a billion hits or results, like Google or Yahoo!

If I reject these guys, it is war, and they start to marshal the local troops of cops, who cooperate with the feds, to get a cut, and start using their resources to take me out!  Patterns, patterns, patterns!  They are so simple minded and stupid, I can just see it go down, LOL!  The looks, the glance, the nod, the identifier, the cop's nod, he sees who I am . . . all so clown ass dumb, while they think they are being James Bond or Frank of InterPol, who is a lame ass nut case, I am seeing right through them!  They are fucking text book all the way!  So predictable, so uncreative, so just stupid, that I have to laugh, that these are our elite intelligence agents in this country?  Holy Shit, no wonders, they can't catch terrorist, they are catching me, and if they don't get sex, they pout like a bunch of pre-teen boys!  Please help us God!  They ought to make me CIA director, FBI director, U.S. Attorney General--I would train these clowns; although, Loretta Lynch seems good, but in the newspaper today, they reported that the Senate is dragging its feet over her confirmation . . . a black woman over all these men?  Can't have it, need to find something wrong!  Just fucking confirm her, we need her, I need her . . . that is probably the hold up, I have to stoop to be with a man, before they will confirm her, they have to reduce me to their levels, and I would rather be shot in the head, not that stupid, don't do stupid!

Garrett, Greets Me, You Just Missed All the Action . . . What Action?

Now, Garrett is usually later riser than I am, and I have usually read the newspaper and have at least started my job by the time I see his lazy ass roll in.  So, when he said, I just missed the action, I knew that something was up.  Allegedly, he said, that some kid was just sitting in the corner, not doing anything . . . sitting in the corner, on the table I sat at yesterday, therefore, being a creature of habit, I would be sitting reading the newspaper, as calculated, at the precise time the cops showed up.  I said, was the kid misbehaving . . . NO, so why did they pick him up?  He didn't know, but he assured me that the kid had been in and out of jail his whole life.  Okay, so no disturbance and the cops, just show up and arrest someone?  There were four cops who showed, and the kid was just sitting there?  Really?  I know the staff has to work with the cops, but, if the kid has been here for awhile or just showed up, that is strange timing, because, they don't know records, and it takes a few days, and if the guy has been here before, they would have already looked up his record.  I kicked some black kid out, not discriminating, Garrett is black also, but so was Miles and Howard, so, I sent some kid packing the other day, who had his head down . . . probably the plan two days ago, when I told the kid, who was resisting big time, not normal for a newbe, so wondered that morning, haven't seen him since . . . tried the same game plan today?  So, what is new with these dumb asses . . . 3 years of this bull shit, I ought to be good at this point!  LOL!  I am training them, training the gals to be attorneys, and the cops to be better federal cops, locals, just do what the feds tell them to do, or they are just borrowing their uniforms!  LOL!

Next, Italian Dick Wad, Keep Hanging Out With Me

This guy reminds me of Jack Strode, of Kalispell, the main dude up there, rather mafia or cop, doesn't matter, they are all on the same side, in addition to the Mormons, today, I rode on the bus, past, the Discovery Alliance Church . . . hopefully someone good is taking these fuckers down, but if they can't see the alliance, association with the Mormon Church they are crazy!  The sheriff dude, looked so Mo, it wasn't funny.  But, just as the sheriff is walking in, and mind you, I am wiping off tables and folding chairs, and this dip shit, comes in and starts, hanging with me, the identifier, but he is all about T&A, he, just like Jack, can't say anything unless it is either about wanting sex with you or the body he is admiring for sexual purposes!  Boring, boring, boring.  Jack got his come-upin's when I told him, that he didn't have anything to say, so he talked about tits and ass, and that was the extent of his conversation.  He started to read the newspaper, and watch news, and he is at least above a 9th grade level, maybe!  This guy, just wrote, buy, and I am sure they did, bought him, like the rest of them . . . A,B,C, MONEY, MONEY, MONEY!  

But, right at the time, the sheriff, walks by, I see dip shit, nodding to him.  Now, real guys in the Pov. don't like cops, don't want to see cops, don't nod at cops, hate cops!  That is in general, so this guy has either been paid off and feels completely safe, or he is part of the gig, stupid older cop.  The sheriff has something in his hand, paperwork . . .  sheriffs are the ones who do this type of thing, serve papers.  Okay, so he dropped it at the front desk, was that to use Garrett's cue and try to intimidate me, was it bogus like the one in Utah, where the sheriffs took my truck, and art, and computers printer, and whatever electronics they wanted, and about $20,000 worth of stuff, for the alleged contempt of court, that I already paid the ransom for, being glad to tell the Judge, it didn't hurt at all, had $500 in my purse, so he put out a $2500 cash bail only, I went to jail, he broke 30 laws in arresting me, so he changed the hearing purpose, to not the arrest, which was as illegal as hell, but to find out what money I had, where it was, so he and the boyz club could come abscond with it!  And they did.  I would bet, that sheriff was a Mormon, and I would check out the 4 cops who allegedly arrested the kid, which I doubt, he is probably, a cop!  They take him, as they did the three shooters of President Kennedy, CIA, and exchanged them for the three hobos they found on the train, near the Daly Plaza!  School book shit, book learned idiots, like Shelley . . . you need people who are native intelligent, like myself, and who learn from the book of life!

Same Game, Different Face, Different Town--the Helper Set Up

The fact that Patricia showed up, along with her alleged, husband who just got out of jail or prison, just within a day or two of me, having been gone for a month, with timing an issue, makes me a bit leery, but, I am willing to help anyone, with legal, writing, resume, and what not.  I feel for people who don't know how to use the computer in this modern tech day.  But, like the last client, or needing help person, I was willing to help, who called and told me that she would be late, with cop helicopters flying overhead, undercover cops, just outside the grocery store, tried to set me up in the library, weeks early, guess I will forget, or they think I didn't guess?  But, when you get help from an attorney, even if it is just for a resume, you fucking come on time!  She has been hanging around the Pov for years, at least that is what Garrett says, and he has been around for years too . . . probably his territory, and he knows her, or she is brought in and is a cop?  

I told her I would meet her today, at noon, and we would go to the learning center at the hospital, and I would teach her computers and help her with her resume . . . she waits, or acted shocked, that I was still around, and as I was leaving lunch, she was walking in, and she seemed to have seen a ghost, or was startled . . . why, we had arranged to meet.  Did the undercover feds at the front desk, think I was gone, when I just went in the bathroom?  But she could hardly talk.  I told her to get some lunch, and I would wait for her . . . this woman, eats like a mouse, and she is tiny.  So, as time dragged on and on, I wondered what was up?  Finally, I thought, giving her the benefit of the doubt, that she met up with her husband, and decided to stay at the Pov, or go back to her daughter's house . . . she was getting her electricity turned off yesterday, so a great time to bribe, mom and dad, if they are not cops.  She acted too paranoid to be a cop, but you never know.  I decided, whatever, it didn't look good, so I left, but I told, another undercover, cop, I would bet, to tell her that I was walking up to the library, and I would meet her there.

The front desk guys, must have told her to go out the front, because I got on the bus, and saw her walk out the front, just the opposite of where she saw me leave, out the back, where I was waiting for her, and she knew it!  I decided to error on the side of being nice, for once, even though by this time I didn't want to help her, she was walking in that direction, and so I decided to get off the bus at the hospital and meet her, just in time to grab her, before she crossed the street, to the hospital.  And when I got off the bus, and walked to that side, to my surprise, she was walking the other way, rather than going to the hospital!  Someone had to be telling her in her ear, what to do, where to go, when to get going the other way, to avoid being with me: (1) late; (2) taking way too long; (3) going out the opposite door, than I was waiting for her in the yard; (4) walking up to the corner, and when I got off the bus, turning and going back to the Poverello?  Really?

WHAT'S IN STORE FOR TONIGHT?  THE HONEY TRAP?  NAH, DON'T FALL FOR IT, OR I WOULD HAVE WITH JAMES KENNEDY!

WHAT THE FUCK, EVER!     

BLACK CAT, FRIDAY THE 13TH . . . SEX THAT WILL LAND YOU IN THE SLAMMER! LOL! FUN, FUN, FUN! HOP-COPS, DISCOVERY ALLIANCE CHURCH . . . STING OP AT THE POVERELLO! LOL! GREAT COMPROMISE, RUSSIA, UKRAINE, GERMANY & FRANCE, SHOWING US HOW TO DO IT--YOU GET SOMETHING & GIVE UP SOMETHING--GREAT WORK, WE LOVE IT! NOW GO TALK TO ISIS! FOR ALL THE SINGLES IN THE WORLD, VALENTINE'S DAY, IS SINGLE AWARNESS DAY--THE ABSOLUTE FUNNEST SEX, WAS ACTUALLY NOT HAVING SEX--THAT FOREPLAY, ANTICIPATION THING, THE CHASING, TEASING, PLAYING, STOPPING, BLUE BALLS AND TOMMY . . . ALL SO FUN, AND ALL PART OF THE MATING PROCESS--JUMPING STRAIGHT TO BED, IS MISSING HALF OF THE FUN, AND THE PART THAT BONDS A COUPLE, AND LEADS THEM TO MARRIAGE--GUYS GIVE LOVE FOR SEX, GALS GIVE SEX FOR LOVE--AND ALL COMBINATIONS OF THAT, AND THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE ARE NOT MUTUALLY DRIVEN, BUT MEN ARE CONDITIONED TO GO FOR THE GOLD, AND WOMEN ARE CONDITIONED TO PROTECT THE GOLD! LOL! DO SOMETHING WONDERFUL FOR YOUR VALENTINE TOMORROW, LOVE LIVES!

FUN SEX CAN LAND YOU IN JAIL!

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THE CASE OF THE KINKY VALENTINE'S GIFTS

I swear, through some magical power, or serendipity, I end up seeing just the right free movies, on YouTube, ID Network, this time, that leads me to write about, a particular subject, this time about sex, and a very fun, sexy, dangerous part of it, when fun goes too far, and involves other people, city resources, and cops!  But still so funny.  Okay, so this couple had been seeing each other for about a year.  They had actually met at some kinky club in Portland, that was into that kind of sex, and not particularly with anyone you knew.  But, monogamy happened the second their lips touched, and that was it.  The woman, who had never experienced this type of relationship, was actually enamoured with being dominated by her boyfriend, and they played fantasy games all the time.  But this particular Valentine's Day, he had a fun day planned for this dominatrix and came into the bathroom, while she was putting on her make-up, and with a pillowcase over his head, and an air gun in his hand, he took her to the hallway, and told her to take off all her clothes . . . she still had a black bra and underwear on.  He took her, put her in the back seat of their car, duct taped her mouth, and put, what are those things called, the little, plastic things you use to close your garbage sack or bags with, and tied her hands and feet together, laying her outright on the back seat of the car.

 

Then he proceeded to drive around the city, picking up Valentine's Day presents he had previously picked out, and paid for, but he was doing it in a harsh and abusive fashion.  He would get a large pick stuffed teddy bear, from some street vendor, and when he threw it on top of his girlfriend, telling her to stay still, and be quiet, the clerk, yelled, hey what are you doing to her?  He said, in a hurry to get to the next gift shop, don't worry about it!  And rushed away in his car.  The clerk did worry about it, and called the cops on him, stating that she thought there was a kidnapping in progress and who knows what comes next.  The police took it serious, and had 4 squad cars out looking for him, and one helicopter!  LOL!  He had no idea that this was going on, and was just going about his business, shop to shop, dominating his helpless girlfriend, dropping presents on her half naked body.  He got a dozen long stem roses, and yelled as he threw them on top of her!  LOL!  She said, she had the rush and turn on of the adventure, but really didn't know what was going on, so a mixed bag of trix, was also causing her some concern, as to where and what he was up to!

 

Finally, he gets pulled over by one cop car, and then three other's block him in, and the helicopter is hovering over head!  The cop ordered the man out of the car, and then he took the tape off the girlfriend's mouth, and she just looked at him a bit embarrassed, Happy Valentine's Officer . . . and in true cop fashion, he did not find this incident very funny!  But I do!  LOL!  The cops were pissed, and they were not going to let these guys off so easy.  So, the cop, not smiling and in a sarcastic tone, said, after hand-cuffing both of them--Since it is Valentine's Day, I will let you ride in the back of my cop car together!  They were cited with disorderly conduct, misusing the cities resources, and alarming the public!  They were both ordered to do as much time as, the officers spent looking for them.  They showed both of them laughing, while they were out with bright orange city works vests, picking up garbage!  She said, that the combination, of the thrill, but the scare was unforgetable, and she doesn't even regret, getting arrested; so funny, that she laughs, years later and finds it as funny today as the day it happened!  LOL!

THE PREACHER'S DAUGHTER, TOO HOT TO HANDLE FOR AN EX-CON!

The young lady in this episode, was a rather large, sexy, beautiful college student, who had lived a very sheltered life, as a small town, U.S.A., preacher's daughter.  She went away to the city, to college, and really wanted to taste, try, feel the world, and see what she was and had been missing.  She and her friends, got into drinking and partying big time.  But, sexaully, she was still a bit innocent, so when she was walking down the street one day, and she catches the eye of this black stud, leaning up against the wall, smiling at her, she takes note of the muscular build, bright white teeth, and he seems as attracted to her as she is to him--gotta love those black dudes, they just love women, all sizes all shapes!  He gets her phone number, they get together and have great sex, he meets all her fantasies, and desires, and she digs this bad boy, big time.  But, after they have sex, she notices his ankle monitor.  He tells her what he did time for, and she simply dismisses it . . . amazing what sexual partners will overlook!  LOL!

 

So, she is happy as happy with her man, but when she introduces, her friends to him, they are not so sure, and they think that he is controlling her, and notice, what they think are signs of isolation, that might lead to abuse, because he always want to be with her.  Every month, the preacher's daughter, these two other friends, sponsored crazy parties at their apartments, and invited friends.  They would wear wigs and role play, just college, stupid, fun stuff.  As one of these parties started, the ex-con, called her and wanted her to be with him that night.  She was torn between her friends who were giving her dirty looks and saying that she needed to stay at the party.  Eventually, after the party started, the preacher's kids, gives the friends and party a slip, and ditches out to be with boyfriend.  They have hot sex, and afterwards, boyfriends is asleep and worn out, when her friend's call her, and she is whispering, so she doesn't wake him up, like her friends just woke her up.

Suspicious Girlfriends Call the COPS!

They keep asking her why she is whispering, and she just keeps trying to get rid of them on the phone, being tired and sleepy herself.  They take this, that she is being held against her will, and call the cops, telling them, that this guy is an ex-con, and they are sure that something bad is happening.  This is starting to make me more sensitive to the cops!  LOL!  So, they go sneaking up the apartment stairwell, SWAT style, ready for action, and yell, to the couple to open the door!  They had gone back to sleep, so this was a rude awakening, and the cops, when there was not an immediate response, kicked the door open, guns drawn!  The boyfriend, jumped up, shocked and pissed, having done nothing wrong, and worried about the ankle monitor, and probation and parole violations, so he was yelling, what did I do wrong?  The preacher's daughter, wakes up with all this excitement going on, and she wonders what in the hell the cops are doing in her apartment, at that time of the night!  LOL!

 

When the cops, ask her is she is okay, she says, Yeah, that is my baby, what are you doing?  They realise that nothing is going on, worth their time, give each other a look, like, let's get the hell out of here.  So, nothing happens and the cops leave.  About a week, later, boyfriend is taking the preacher's daughter to his friends house, they arrive early and there is nobody home.  So, he decides, to do something fun, romantic, and out of the ordinary.  He grabs her hand, while she is laughing and takes her up to the roof of the building, strips off his shirt, thinking nobody is watching, gently lays her down, clothes on and all, but he is between her legs, holding her hands down, while he is kissing and loving her.  Some nosey lady, in what looks like a high rise office building, calls the cops, again, thinking there is a rape or something funny going on, at the building next door, on the roof, a rape or something in the progress.  They are just playing around, laughing, having a great time, killing a few minutes, waiting for the friend!  Been there done that, a million times!  LOL!

Preacher's Daughter Too Hot to Handle for this Ex-Con, 2 Close Calls with the COPS!  LOL!

The cops show up, again, weapons drawn, and ready for anything to happen . . . and the poor boyfriend, shirtless, is saying, come on, what is going on.  The cops order him off the top of her, and she is shocked too, but totally enjoying every second of the sexual encounter and surprise, and wonders what the cops are doing up there too?  They order her to stand up, to see if she is okay, and she is fine, totally dressed, heels and all, and they, the cops, realise what is going on, and just shake their heads, and leave, but order them off the roof, warning them that it will be trespassing next time.  In true cop fashion.  LOL!  It is tough to get some sneak and peek time, kissing and hugging in the city, way easier on those back country roads!  Fun, fun, fun!  The ex-con is just shaking his head too, and thinking this chick is not worth this . . . she reports that after those two incidents, he never called her again, but she, smiling, said, she will never forget, her bad boy, loves him, and digs the fact that she had that experience!  LOL!  All in the fun girl fashion . . . life is for experiencing things, enjoy it!

My Brush With the Law In a Similar Story--Blindfolded!  LOL!

I had been dating this nice, fifty-something guy, good straight, basically, Mormon guy, from LaVerkin, Utah, a retired railroad employee, amazing artist, and antique collector, handy-man, and a good catch, for someone, who is dying . . . this was early on, about 2002, the time I was predicted to die.  He had plenty of money, and just wanted to get married and drive around the country, in a trailer, he already had, with me, and go to beautiful spots and paint scenery shots of the various states.  I liked him, but wasn't sure about him.  My family, thought it was a great idea, wanting me off their hands, and here was a responsible, willing man, who was more than willing to take me and travel, what could be better.  However, the very fact that my family was pushing this guy on me, make me leery, that something foul, even way back then was in the works, so I was hesitant.  I was very attracted to him, helped, or watched him building his own home, made out, in between breaks, and he said, his dick grew an inch, just knowing me!  Fun, and we didn't have sex, just a ton of foreplay and kissing, especially, out in nature, we both loved it.

 

So, finally, he lays down the ultimatum, he wants to get married, and soon.  I am not so sure and very uncommitted.  So, finally he suggests that we head down to Las Vegas, and I can think about getting married on the way, and then we will do what we think, when we get there.  I am always game for fun, and dinner, and going anywhere . . . that was really my motive, the marriage thing, nah!  I didn't want to let him know that, so I played along.  We cruised down through the gorge between St. George, Utah and Mesquite, and I started feeling creepy, about leading him down to Vegas under false intents, and with his high expectations, decided, not to go, we could go eat in St. George and I would tell him my concerns.  He, being the gentleman, he was, turned around, and took me to dinner up there.  He was just so nice, and I was attracted, not only to him, but the lifestyle he could give me, dying and such.  So, again, I said, okay, let's go, I will marry you . . . again, about hitting the Arizona Strip, I changed my mind again.  We turned back again!

 

Finally, he said, and I was really into my signs and symbols, back then, that is when it started, me and God, working out this system of communicating with each other, and I was actually trying to read the messages from on high, to make sure I was making the right decisions, and I was getting conflicting feelings; therefore, he suggested, that he blindfold me, and that I lay back in the seat, so I can't get any messages, and we can at least make it to Las Vegas, and then we can decide if we are going to get a wedding license.  That sounded good.  So, he blindfolded me, and laid the passenger's seat back, and I relaxed for the hour and a half trip.  But, first, we had to go get some Diet Coke and snacks for the trip . . . Okay!  He was willing to do anything, the fun side of not putting out, and making out, the guy is mere putty in your hands!  LOL!  Right as he gets out of the truck, and it was a smaller truck, good on gas, a cop pulls up--I could see him, looking in the truck, because I was peeking out of the side of the bandana he had put over my eyes.  The cop did look puzzled, and a bit suspicious, but he was able to get a few more facts that his cohorts in the other two stories . . . my hands were not tied, nor were my feet, and I was alone in the truck, and the door was unlocked.  I am sure, he wondered what the hell was going on, but, stood back and did some observations, and decided that I was not being kidnapped!  But it was scary there for a minute, as the cop looked in the truck!

 

Blindfolded, He Did Get Me To Vegas, But That Was Only Half the Battle!  LOL!

 

To make a long story short, we made it to Vegas, he drug me through the Clark County recorders office, with a ton of couples at midnight, lining up for wedding licenses--still a good public policy, if the groom can get the bride to the alter.  As we got up to the counter, the clerk said, she doesn't look too willing to get married, are you sure you are okay with this, she asked?  I didn't want to embarrass him, can't even remember his name now, oh, Fred, but I went along with it, and we left.  Seeing I was still hesitent, he suggested we go through the drive-thru wedding.  I told him, no, I would not feel married, if we just drove through and got married.  That was the straw that broke this patient man's back, and he said, okay, then we are going home . . . he rarely called me again!  DO YOU BLAME HIM?  LOL! 

 

Everyday is an adventure, roll with it.  My second husband, before I would marry him, only agreeing after I had been diagnosed to die, said, when I was in may late, 30's, and we had dated for years, that I would be 46 years old and single . . . well, I have had a few husbands between him and them, and I still don't know if I feel, threatened by being alone, yet.  I told him, back then, like forever ago, that if I was 72 and he was still alive at 80, and the last man on earth, I would get married . . . that is about, how much I dig being single and how much, I am not necessarily opposed to getting married, and this is more of a statement about, being happy, right now, just the way I am, but concerned that there are things worse than being single, and that is being unhappily married!

Compromises are necessary, whether in a loving relationship, or between world powers . . . each party gives up something and each party gets something, in a good compromise, which is political in and of itself, even in marriage.  If someone is doing all the giving, and the other is doing all the taking or getting, something is wrong, that is not a good compromise, marriage, or loving relationships!  The very word, marriage, means, a coming together, or a meeting of the minds, coming from two different backgrounds, countries, or sexes!

Why Do We Fall in Love So Easy; Even When It is Not Right?  (Lady Gaga)

Relationships are about learning, they are not failures, even if they don't work out, they just help us to crystalize and learn who we are, what we like, what makes us happy, what floats our boat.  Sure we make mistakes, but some of my boyfriends, and husbands, are my favorite mistakes!  LOL!  Do, I want them back, not necessarily, I believe, that you can never step in the same water, be in the same part of life again, things change, and if you don't work out them, you most likely will not work out, the next time.  Some men are better memories, but oh, how sweet those memories are!

IT IS BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND FAILED, THAN TO NEVER TO HAVE LOVED AT ALL!  NOW GET OUT THERE AND MAKE SOMEONE HAPPY TOMORROW!

Happy Valentine's Day!  Kisses, Hugs, Loves!





 

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Platonic Dream With Old Flame & Brother-in-Law

The other night, after I wrote the first serial, of fun sex, I had this interesting dream with my old junior high, and college boyfriend, whom, I lined up with my little sister, because while he was on  his Mormon mission in Germany, I married a missionary, and also former boyfriend, who went to Holland, but I had the dubious, task of writing the dreaded, Dear John Letter, famous to missionaries, and military alike, that a former love interest, had lost interest, or moved on, or found someone new.  Mark continued to contact me for 5 years after I was married, wanting me to go to a high school class reunion, Bountiful High, 1973, or something else.  Finally, I called him up and decided to do a reality check, and meet with him, bringing my two darling daughters with me, for him to see, there was a daddy involved in this family, and I had long moved on.  However, as well all, know, the heart is tender, and old feelings are not so easily erased, so a bit tense and times, after I lined Mark, a very successful, Periodontist, or a dentist for children, and he is great at it, but, before that time, I hooked him up with my younger sister, of 5 years.  They are still married, and they make a great couple, with a beautiful family.

The dream was simple, and straight forward, Mark, wearing a royal blue, dress shirt, always, the ZZ Top, Well Dressed Man, he just came up and hugged me, that was it.  I woke up wondering, what was that all about?  I haven't seen Mark for several years, so, the dream came as a surprise to me.  However, not in the context, of what I had written about fun sex, healing sex, and healthy relationships . . . as do most couples, especially, ones who are raised to dismiss sex and feelings for so long, until they are married, and nothing wrong with that, and marriage is a good public health issues--committed couples generally, have better sex!  It is the TRUST component!  But, I remember, Marcie, the 5th of 6 Southwick daughters, coming back from Oklahoma, after being married a short time, and telling me a funny, but somewhat sad, story of the first night, that she decided to be venturesome and sex, buying a hot red, if I remember, sex pot negligee of some sort, and Marcie had a great body, still does, takes care of herself well.  Mark may have made the comment he made to Marcie, to me, given, I was not blessed with the stellar body she was, big boobs and all, thin legs.

Valentine Delight or Shell Shocked?

So, Marcie, not so brave about this whole sex thing, decided to surprise Mark, and be the aggressor, the promoter, and the instigator of sex, probably for once, knowing Marcie!  LOL!  But, she walked in the room, showing off her newly acquired sexual promoting apparel, and Mark, I think taken back by this, said, Marc . . . what are you doing?  So the timid wife, not expecting, that response, ran in the bathroom, and I don't think, if memory serves, 40 years, ever had sex that night, and I believe it was Valentine's Day, and what Marcie thought Mark would like, and desire her in.  Mormons!  My second husband, Jerry, did a similar thing to his, hot body, sexy wife, beautiful too, and on their honeymoon, he was fishing on a bright sunny, fall, afternoon, warm, romantic, to me, regardless of whether I am with someone or not.  But, Trudy, decided to surprise Jerry, and she came slowly and carefully, walking over the smooth rocks in the stream, where he was fishing, completely naked, to have some afternoon, delight . . . he turned as saw her, and said, something like Mark, what do you think you are doing, go get some clothes on . . . he told me, after their divorce, not surprised, that she was absolutely stunning and beautiful, and I asked, why he didn't just go attack her, and make lover to her?

Is this an issue of priorities, roles in sex, stereotypes of who is the aggressor, the hunter and the prey, or just bad timing, or shock at the unexpected behavior of a wife?  Sex is complicated, but, the responses were not what the daring wife, who really was not so daring, were expecting.  Did the movies, forget to show, sexuality between spouses, and so this threw the game off?  I am not sure.  But, Mark, who, like most men, might be somewhat to blame, going way back, for the lack of spontaneity, fun, and adventure in their marriages.  Sex is not about just you, just your sex drive, or just your timing, when you are jacked up.  Maybe the right thing to do, is reverse the situation, and have the men, married or not, ask themselves, if, some of these issues are creeping in, and they are expecting a lover, spouse, to respond when they want sex, but timing is important, but so is giving, at the appropriate time . . . Perhaps the dream, was just saying thanks for the information, and it might help him understand his sex partner and wife, for the last, at least 35 years!  Congrats!

Insensitive Wives Can Be Just As Bad

I don't know the background, on Greg and Bonnie, but they had been high school sweethearts, but there had always been signs of abuse on her part, and Greg tried to save her, she was a project for him.  Greg was and is a successful attorney, and a partner with his brothers, in Sprinkler World, his share was worth $40 million dollars.  He had at one time, had a record deal with Columbia Records, and to this day, still plays with the same, high school friends, who come form all over the country to get together, or at least they did when I was dating him, back in late 1999.  But, a very smart guy . . . in everything but marriage.  One night, when he knew the marriage was having problems, he filled the jet tub, with bubbles, put candles all over the bathroom, got in the bath, and put a bow, like a present on his head.  Bonnie walked in, and said, No, I don't think so, and turned a walked away!

Love, Regardless of Marriage, Has Got to Enter In--DO NO HARM! 

Sex is a powder keg, waiting to go off, if we do not handle it well.  Sex and money are the two top reasons for divorce, we can eliminate one of those, simply be being more considerate to our spouses, or lovers, and being sensitive, to what they are trying to either do, or say, through their actions.  It may not be the best time, the right time, or you may not want sex, but the rejection is a KILLER!  I don't know all the answers, but I do know, that these examples, can start a marriage off wrong, end a relationship, and bring a lot of hurt and misunderstanding into the couple.  Communication is probably critical, honesty, the truth, tolerance, love all need to be employed!  Sex is intimate, you are exposing yourself, your feelings, your body, opening yourself up to this person, who can either nurture the love you have for each other, or they can destroy the loving feelings, and all of the determination is in your hands, or your heard, or your mind!  

Once words of criticism, rejection, postponing the sex or the moment, things, may never be the same again.  You are literally, messin' with Sasquatch!  Some woman, I met in Butte, a month ago, didn't even get her name out her mouth, and she said, I need to find a husband, now!  Okay, but she made the statement, that if sex is good in marriage or in a relationship, it is only 60% important, but if it is bad, it becomes, 90% important . . . I would say, that is somewhat inflated, and sex can be overrated, while being very important!  I got into a conversation with a woman yesterday, and just caught the part of the conversation that said, sex is overrated, don't you think, she said, turning to me.  Apparently, her husband and her, have no had sex for 5 years, and she made some reference to his injury, I had no idea about.  But she said, she loved him . . . there is the magic word, LOVE, and in spite of the lack of sex, they were still very much in love!  Yesterday, I saw them, hugging and being playful with each other . . . playful sexuality, can be very rewarding too!

Bible Reference to Playful, Fun Sex . . . Abraham and Sarah

One of my favorite parts of the Bible, due to the fun thoughts of what the father of nations, was doing to his wife, but Abraham, lied to the King about the his marital status, telling the King, that he and Sarah were either cousins, or brother and sister.  Sarah was beautiful, and Abraham was afraid the King, seeing her beauty, would kill Abraham, for Sarah, to take her as one of his wives.  The way the King, who felt, very betrayed by the lie, found out they were more than related, but that they were married, was that he noticed the playful nature of their interactions, and I am sure, they were of a sexual type, because it is implied!  I love that, and I know what that feels like!  Here again, you have to have trust, love, and a playful nature, call it foreplay, or whatever, it is the stuff, that prepares a partner, for sex, not hitting them between the eyes, cold, and unexpected; however, if the other happens, go with the flow and enjoy it!  The unexpected is always fun, if you don't have sexual hang-ups.

FUN SEX II--Live Like You Are Dying!  With Caveats!

One day, some man is going to be very lucky to get me, because, it had taken so many to break this mustang down, seriously, both, learning to trust, love, relax, enjoy, experiment, dismiss mishaps, there are always preferences, exploration, and limits, as you progress in a personal sexual revolution!  I am 60, and I am just finally, getting to the point, that I think, I could be good to a man, treat him, like something other than an object, with feelings, not just some dog in heat, trying to get in my pants!  LOL!  My second husband, Jerry, always worried, while we were dating, that is very non-committed girlfriend, would run off with some other guy, and do whatever, thinking that men are pure in their motives for sex, and what their objectives were and are!  That either was really good advice, or tainted me, making me think, that is all a man wants, leaving most in the dust, and missing some really good guys along the way, even now!

They Say, The Third Time is the Charm--Sexually, For Me, It Was

When you are told that you are dying, you tend to live a bit differently, seriously, all abandon!  So, I am standing outside of Alberstons Food Store, in Logan, Utah, and this hot guy approaches me, and says Hi.  I didn't think much about it.  But when he returned, he stopped and started up a conversation, having just purchased an  Architectural Digest Magazine, brains, I like that, and I had heard that meeting someone at the grocery store is a good place to meet either men or women.  Why?  Because, they are generally, taking care of a home, shopping for food, not dates, and they tend to be more stable and good citizens . . . Brett turned into Charles Manson and the Family, mine, later!  

Fun sex, may have been the reason!  LOL!  I asked Brett, where he lived, and he told me on a 23 acre farm, in Mount Sterling, Utah . . . cool, like that.  He then asked me if I wanted to go see it, hell, yeah, I am going to die anyway, so, I might as well have some excitement, but I was on my period, therefore, I felt safe in going to his house . . . I didn't have experience with country boys, a little blood, to a hunter, who guts animals, is nothing.  I had no idea, what lay ahead of me that might, but I might as well, take this good-looking guy up on his offer, and I did.  Oh, how important and easy things go for men, with a goal, when they use a little romance, some smooth tactics, play a few songs on the guitar, put on shorts, so your great legs show, and ask your new house guest, to rub some lotion on you legs . . . just like magic!

Brett was turning an old horse barn into a straw bale house, an environmentally new construction, I always, learned from him and he was a reader.  But, the house was rough, no running water, little electricity, other than between us, and a green hospital bed, that was a bit, larger than a twin, but not much, and Brett, asks me to stay the night.  I am on my period, so, who cares.  Now, believe it or not, this turned me on--I had been married to a city planner, and he was not into nature, the outdoors, hunting, although he did get a buck and we had antlers on the wall, in our first home, but over all, if I was on my period, that was not the time to have sex, just a given.  The Bible even states, that a woman is unclean for 7 days, after her period, a time of cleansing.  It wasn't a big deal, but, a totally new experience for me, and I dug it.  The blood and guts, I mean, earthy, natural, basic, and a huge turn on!

Out Goes One Plug, In Goes Another!  LOL!

I decide, what the hell, I don't have anywhere to go, I am dying, so I decide to stay the night. The night is romantic, and the farthest thing, from my mind, is that, while kissing and messing around, that we are going to have sex, that just wasn't an option up for grabs.  He starts getting more and more, turned on and making more and more advances, until I have to lower the bomb and tell him, that we just have bad timing, and I am on my period.  He didn't say a thing, reached up the t-shirt dress I had on, and just grabbed the plug, my tampon, and replugged me up with his own version of a plug!  LOL!  I saw shocked at the swift act of taking care of the problem, and all was well, just a little while latter.  Cement floors, at this point, although, I don't think carpet would have deterred him, and that little bloody, object, was disposed of, and it would be dealt with in the morning!

My prudish little world, of reasons not to have sex, or using a period as a protection, or even thinking of blood as being impure or a dirty part of a woman, all disappeared in one grab, and toss!  LOL!  Oh, well, I guess that is that . . . LOL!  I woke up to a mountain of September, sunflowers, covering the whole fall, foothills, outside the little barn/house.  Love had sprung, my favorite time of the year, and a gift from God for this dying woman . . . that was about 7 years ago!  LOL!  But, maybe God, knew, that he had to do something to loosen me up, so I could enjoy the pleasures of this delicious life!  And I did.  We took a hike, up to a tree, not far above the house, and Brett wanted to make love again.  I said, I am bleeding a big more, as if I had just said, my hair is in my face, let me move it.  And again, just like my blood was the nourishment of life to him, he didn't care, and proceeded to make love to me, in the weeds, in the dirt, and in front of God, angels and all witnesses, who might have been seeing anything that day.  We hiked to a pipeline, and again, we made love, fun, spontaneous and up on the top of a mountain, pretty remote, I am not much of an exhibitionist.  But, I had no hangups about my body, blood, imperfections, nor did I feel at all inadequate, but completely loved, safe, and appreciative . . . it is amazing, what healing can take place, one partner to another!

I never left his house, that day, or for the next 18 months, other than to go somewhere occasionally.  He worked at a factory, allegedly, and came home every lunch, to eat, and make love, which became like eating to both of us, our sustenance as a couple . . . often with him, begging for mercy, as one love making session would end and as soon as I would start kissing him, the flag pole was up!  Ever ready batteries, at times he wanted to work.  He would beg for mercy on the weekends, I could not get enough of him and sexually, we matched up well.  I was happy just looking at him, watching his body move, the muscles, the tussled dark hair, fun, lazy, and cool, in the early months.  I would say, we had sex, on weekends, at least 5 to 8 times, all fun, all happy, and all fulfilling.  We made love everywhere we went, until one day, I had actually been a rebound, he met me a day after he had broken up with some girl at the college, actually two former girls.  Lack of trust entered the relationship, when he went to the college, and didn't take me with him, which was rare . . . I remember, sitting watching the rain, a white dog came into the yard, indicating, yeah, men are like dogs in heat, and a bag of CHEETOS, tumbled across our yard--God my Intel man, always let's me know what is going on.  Everything changed from that day on, so he has nobody to blame but himself, the games started, the lack of trust started, but we still had fun.  I am just going to tell you about two funny sexual encounters, to give you some ideas.

Every Bone In My Body Is Tired, But ONE!  LOL!

We were going down to meet my parents for the first time.  We did a strange marriage, legal, and real, but my parents, didn't accept it as the real thing, because it was very unconventional, people wanted dates and details, preachers name and whatever.  When I was teaching family law at the University of Utah, the first semester, a student, asked me if Utah had common law marriages.  I was not sure, but I knew where to find out, and we didn't, but Utah something called a non-solemnized marriage.  There were five conditions, and we met all of them, but the families, were a bit hesitant to take it as a real marriage, just like many do, with common law marriages.  I was dying and I could not see any reason to go to the formality of having a judge or justice of the peace marry us, I explained it to Brett, and he agreed with me, if that was what I wanted.  

So, when I called my mother to say we were coming do to visit, she asked me, if we would rather stay at the small home of my parents, or go to a motel, and she would pay, that was an indication, she was not dealing well, with her very, wild, unconventional daughter and her new husband.  We went to the hotel, and to our surprise, after a long day, getting the truck cleaned, packed, dogs taken care of, and the 7 hour drive done, the walls were a gross dark blue, there was a picture of a tiger on the wall, and we both just looked at each other, and laughed, which we often did . . . is this salt in the wound, or what, this room is cheap and hideous.  So, Brett insisted we go get another room on our bill, and we did.  He had done much of the work, so I wasn't particularly worn out, but he had worked hard.  We were laying in bed, just talking, and I was giving him some peace, not getting sexual, kind of non-sexual touching, when all of the sudden, as a hint that, yeah, he was tired, but there was one member of his body, that was not exhausted, and we laughed and laughed, until tears came to our eyes, given the stupid, hotel, the stress of the parents, and all, but there was still one bone in his body that was not tired!  LOL!  And you know the rest of the story!

And She Just Couldn't Swallow It . . . Simulcast, NPR, Commentary!

Brett and I were just sitting around, one afternoon, he had worked in the yard, we worked in the house, and we were taking a break, listening to NPR, National Public Radio, the only constant form of entertainment in our house, without TV.  Like I said, before, oral sex, was not something I did often to any husband, but, for some reason, that day, he was looking particularly relaxed, handsome, and just kicking back on a chair or rocker, when I decided to surprise him, with some of that afternoon, delight.  I had never, swallowed cum before, nor really tasted in, but this particular time, I thought, well, many people do this, so, why not, but I was completely unsure, just what you do, having given a blow job, but, what next, and how exactly do you do this, and what is the deal.  I am very cerebral, so, the nuts and bolts of this were important, and he had no idea what was going on, just totally enjoying the moment, but both of us were listening to the radio too.

Just as he started to ejaculate, I started having second thoughts about it, being kind of a bit, taken back by the amount of cum, and whatnot, and just as I was thinking, NPR, radio, said, as I took a towel and spit the cum out, with the radio announcer, saying, and she just couldn't swallow it!  LOL!  Both of us, just busted up laughing, I was gagging and wiping my mouth off, and he was just enjoying the seen, not offended, but just taking it all in stride . . . LOL!  That is fun sex, trusting sex, accepting sex, understanding sex, and good clean fun!  What husbands and wives should be doing together, non-judgmental, not expecting the earth to quake under their feet for trembling pleasure, just going with the flow, understanding where the person is coming from, and just accepting what is going on, rolling with it, and laughing at ourselves.  I was very funny, we laughed for a while.  Sex like that, makes you at ease, comfortable, and whatever, very healing!

ALONG THIS LINE, I JUST WANTED TO MENTION AN ARTICLE I READ A YEAR AGO, IN THE MISSOULA INDEPENDENT, ABOUT LOVE, ACCEPTING SEX, AND FUN SEX, REGARDLESS OF PERFECT BODIES, AND PEOPLE!

Some chick, wanted thank the men in her life, boyfriends, lovers, friends, and associates, as I recall she was an editor or writer for the magazine.  She went on to say how thankful and blessed she had been, meeting and dealing with the men, she had in work, home, personal and whatever.  How truly caring they were, how good they had made her feel about her inadequacies, her body, her mind, and her life.  That she knew she was not perfect and they loved her, made love to her, and cared for her in her imperfections, and what a joy that was to her life.  I would give a resounding applause, because a partner, a brother, a friend, a lover's words, can make all the difference in the way someone feels about their bodies, which goes directly into the sexual part of their lives, and God bless the men that make women feel good.  

Guys, just don't think about it like women do, most of them, like studies show, that 96% of the men, think they look great, that may be due to the fact, that all their body parts are covered, and undisclosed to the naked eye, unlike women, with breast size, that old T&A, deal, rating systems, and the news stands, packed with perfect looking women, 10 to 1, women to men, holding standards so high for women, that one in a thousand will ever look like that, and to be made to feel completely loved, sexy, beautiful, and amazing by a partner, will only bring you back endless benefits, in her making love to a man, she digs and trusts . . . then both sides win.  Women, about 64% say they are basically comfortable with their bodies, I would say that is high!

The media, airbrushing, computer enhancement, etc., have done us harm, and in so doing, have done men harm.  Therefore, the way to combat this phenomena, is for the men, in their women's lives, to compliment, and love regardless of the perfect shape, love them for who they are, not how they show off on your arm, especially for college age.  At BYU, my freshman year, they said, that 80% of the guys, dated only 20% of the female student body, looking for the perfect bodies, which most just don't have, good, but not perfect.  I remember, my roommate was dating this buy in a semi-frat house, on campus.  He really had fun with her, liked her, but when homecoming came, he pushed me to go to the dance with him, so he could show me off to his friends!  I was totally disgusted and I told him in no uncertain terms what I thought about a guy who, loves or cares for someone in private, but is ashamed of them in public, or wants a more flashy girl!

A beautiful cover, does not a good book make, or a good partner, or a good mother, or a good lover!  Looks can only take you so far, and you better have a whole lot more going on for most guys, and the same for most girls.  I have been with some very handsome guys, but if there isn't anything but good looks, I will opt for the less handsome!  Happy hunting and happy sex!

Time for Lunch, and U of Montana Birthday Bash, 155 Years and Counting . . . Let's Party!

Serial Fun Sex III Tomorrow--I Would Call This, Majestic Madness, the name of a local store, but also, symbolic . . . I don't share with with you to be an exhibitionist, or dirty, or to shock you . . . I do, if for Better Marriages, Health Relationships, and All That Jazz!

P.S., Just a comment on the local rock slide, cleaning up tons of fallen rock, we had one out side of Utah, about that size, and it to the Utah Department of Transportation 6 months to a year to clean up, so Montana Department of Transportation, getting something that size cleaned up, in what a day or two, is a feet worth noting, and done just like Montana does things, let's GIT-R-DONE!  Good job, MDOT! 

 

THE STRAY BULLET--FUN SEX, PART II, MESSIN' WITH SASQUATCH--FRENCH DIGNITARY GOES DOWN IN SEXUAL FLAMES--BUYING SEX IS NOT AGAINST THE LAW, BUT PAYING PROSTITUES, FOR WILD ASS PARTIES OR SORIES, IN PARIS, WASHINGTON, D.C., AND OTHER PLACES, IS! WE CREATE OUR OWN HEAVEN & HELL, AND SEX IS A BIG PART OF BOTH! THE REPUBLICAN LEGISLATURE, COULDN'T GET A DRESS CODE, BUT NOW, THEY ARE ATTEMPTING TO PASS A BILL, FOR ME AND YOU, THAT NONE OF US, CAN WEAR YOGA PANTS! SOUNDS LIKE UTAH'S LEGISLATURE, IF A MAN HAS SEX WITH HIS WIFE, CAN AN UNCONSCIOUS WIFE SCREAM RAPE? HOW WOULD SHE KNOW? LOL! SEX IS A POWDER KEG, IT'S NOT A PASSION; IT'S AN OBESSION . . . MANY OF YOU, REPUBLICANS, IN PARTICULARLY, WILL THINK I AM DIRTY, BECAUSE I ENJOY SEX, HAVE HAD MORE THAN ONE PARTNER, AND CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF SEX WITH LOVE ATTACHED . . . LOVE CLEANSES ANY, AGREED UPON ACT OF SEX, THAT BOTH PARTNERS AGREE TO, CONSENTUALLY, IN GOOD FAITH BELIEF THAT WHAT IS DONE, IS ACCEPTABLE TO BOTH PARITES (GOD--HUSBAND'S & WIFE'S, SHOULD COME TOGETHER OFTEN; THE MARRIAGE BED IS UNDEFILED; ALL THINGS ARE PURE TO ME . . . IF YOU CAN DO IT IN FAITH, WITHOUT CAUSING SOMEONE TO FALL, OR DISBELIEVE, IT'S OKAY WITH THE BIG GUY--ROMAN'S 14:14) FUN, FUN, FUN AND LIVELY TIMES! SEXUAL HEALING, SO COOL! SAD NEWS, JON STEWART OF THE DAILY SHOW, COMEDY CENTRAL, GOING OFF THE AIR, GOVERNMENT CAN'T TAKE SATIRE! THEY ALREADY GOT RID OF COLBERT, OF THE COLBERT REPORT, PUT HIM IN DAVE LETTERMAN'S PLACE . . . I GUESS THE ONLY POLITICAL SATIRIST LEFT, IS ME! SORRY! WILL BE MORE FUNNY TOMORROW, $20 BUCKS, IS MORE THAN $20 BUCKS, IT IS STOPPING AN EMPIRE, IF THEY CAN USE THIS TO CATCH A THIEF! I KNOW THERE ARE GOOD AGENTS, THE ROGUE, ARE THE GOOD ONES NOW, THE BAD OVERTOOK THEM . . . I CAN MAKE ALLEGATIONS, BUT THEY HAVE TO PROVE, WELL HERE IS THE PROOF, YOU NEED! THEY GOT THE CHARGE BACK TO THE CREDIT OR MY DEBIT CARD, THEY HAVE THE SAME NUMBERS TWO, THE DOUBLE CARD, JUST LIKE THE DOUBLE BLOG, THE DOUBLE CASE, THE DOUBLE DOCKET--GET THEM, I AM SICK OF THESE LEACHES ON MY LIFE!

The Stray Bullet--Target--Walmart $ Card

Like Al Capone, and tax fraud, I think, Target, may have seen DOUBLE VISION, and actually caught my alleged, sister double, having my Walmart money card, charge back, sent to her card, that she is allowed access to, by the Mormon NSA, hacker, Daddy War bucks, the only problem is, the war is fought, against me, with the money, I made, and they stole.  I guess billions, is not enough for these fuckers, they have to go after, even a charge back of $19.99, on a return, for a black, athletic shirt, that I returned, as far as I can tell, with evidence of behavior patterns to prove it, February 4, 2014, because, I am not a shopper, don't frequent stores, unless, there is a need for something, somewhat of a utilitarian, by my definition, someone who only has what they use, and the bare necessities or the basics are it . . . sister is a shopper, and she can spend, till the cows come home!  She is the consummate consumer, you can't get me in a store, other than to refill supplies, even at Christmas time, and that is under duress!  I fucking hate it!

You see, these fucking assholes, God, called the family, I was born into, materialistic, and believe, in the Mormon Bible, the Book of Mormon, that only the righteous shall prosper, and they will lie, cheat, steal, fake, cover up, and collude, conspire, and collaborate, to appear to be successful, to do it . . . no wholes barred!  They have long talked of the Have's & the Have not's!  Remember Mitt Romney's, stupid statement, the one that most likely got him, un-elected, un-friended, and un-wanted by any party, especially, his own, the one about the 47%!  I would venture a guess, that it is more like, if Mitt were to be honest, 99% of us!  I know, that Mitt and Anne, have learned their lesson, the day, Mitt, after wild and crazy, speculation, stepped down, and decided not to run in 2016, and as he and Anne, quickly left the crowd, of disappointed admirers, and supporters, he said, we, referring to his party, said, something to the effect, that we needed to meet the needs of the people . . . do you think?  

I thought the whole point of government, that we the people, created, to meet our needs, not the needs of the government, for hell sakes, a nameless, faceless, vessel, created to do certain things, like protect our rights, defend us against, domestic and foreign invasions, and basically do all in their power, to make life good for us, the average, Joe or JoAnn!  Lesson well taken, pass it on to the Mormon Church . . . although in all fairness, I have heard, through the homeless, grapevine, that all the foreclosed on homes in Utah, are being temporarily turned over to homeless people, to live in while they are empty!  Smart move, neighborhood blight, vandalism, and homes slipping into disrepair are a worry, when so many homes, Bush and his banker buddies on Wall Street, make a fortune off of us, the people, are better occupied than left standing empty, so, kudos to Utah!  I can't tell you how hard that is for me to say!  LOL!  New beginnings, maybe?

Target, May, In Fact, Be the Ones, Who Solve the Case of the Doubles

Okay, so, as usual, living on a meager, amount of money, the government, my family, the Mormon controlled, FBI, CIA, NSA, allows me to live on, what basically amounts, to ease their conscience money while they steal millions and billions over the years, and basically every time I feed the beast and write a blog that goes viral, like they all do, has been doubled down . . . favorite catch word of the government these days, to alleviate their guilty--keep her, barely alive money. 

I wasn't out of money, on February 4th, when I returned the shirt that was an XL Petite!  The clerk at the customer service, asked me if there was anything wrong with the shirt; I said, no, there is nothing wrong with the shirt, but the problem lies with me (play on the words, they have all access, surveillance, the watchers, and the technology, to credit back powers, a duplicate card with my number, and they have fucked with it before, and I have many charges now, that I don't recognize, having found Shelley, Rachel and Kay, magically, added to my card, without approval, when only my son, Elliot Taylor Secrist, was allowed a double card!), but I could barely get my arm in the shirt, and as all good utilitarians, in the world according to JoAnn, the need for it, had passed, and the need for money, was approaching, that I would rather use the money, than have the shirt, so great, I get to return it, and get back, the money . . . or like in my cases, what is a simple thing, win the case, get the money, or write the blog, have one account under Google, you own the account . . . not so fast, if Google doesn't get the money, or I refuse to put ads, my account becomes, the property of my doubles, Google, and the government, run by Mormons!  

I have no say, over it?  Really, under what rock did you guys crawl out from under, the Patriot Act Rock . . . oh, no, that is where they stole God's Revolver's music--Hard Rock Band of 2008--and subsequent releases, because, hey, all if fair to steal in this Patriot Act world, police state, surveillance state, dog eat dog world, Darwinian asshole fuckers from hell, world, that makes no sense to the rest of us . . . Robin Hood, is Robbin' from the poor, who should be rich, and Robin, should be poor, but his and his bitches are rich, Jerry, Brett, Allan aka Frank, John or Jack, Michael, Richard, Henry Brock and Jay Rice . . .  and the double take!  Wow, it is too bad, I didn't know that I could be a P.E. major, and I thought about it, be a flight attendant, or a biologist and become an attorney, or shitty attorney and ride on the coat tails of a smarter attorney, and become anything I wanted through the CIA make a wish foundation!  LOL!  I could have worn spandex, and fucked powerful, connected men, rather than beat the shit out of them, even at their own game!  LOL!  I prefer the later, girls and you will too!  We are just as smart, only prettier, and in some cases, SMARTER!  And that is not a joke!

The Shocking Return Date--Before, I Even Return It!

Yesterday, I stop by Target, just to check on the approximate time or date, having had 8, to my calculations pass, calling every day to see if the, roughly, $20, had posted back on my card, because as of yesterday, it had not posted, nor had in, in checking back, to the date that I returned the shirt.  I was dying for a Diet Coke, had no money, and decided, that I would take the clerk up on the original offer, of getting a gift card, and like a Diet Cokaholic, I could at least get my caffeine fix, satisfied.  The clerk remembered me, and she said there was not anything she could do . . . the last time my card was robbed of $159, through the Fuel Fitness in Helena, the chick that remembered me, was fired!  And I did go through the process of challenging the credit back, and won, but, even then, when the Wally's world, employee, asked me what way I wanted the fitness center to pay me back, the charge back never came, and they claimed some lame ass reason, and after a few weeks of fighting, I gave up . . . that charge back would have revealed my double had been attending the fitness center, rather than me, who plainly told them, I was just visiting, and even had my Parowan, Utah address on it, saying I was just checking out Helena, was not sure I want to live there, and paid more for the one month visit . . .  that they kept charging me for, to AUGUST, I STARTED IN APRIL TO MAY, 2012!  

So, the clerk, at Target, tells me, the best thing I can do, is call my bank, which is basically, Walmart card system, hate banks, since in St. George, Wells Fargo Bank, would not let me close one of two of my accounts, that was, assigned to my DOUBLE, so that would not work!  The fucking men in black, have been protecting the double down girls, or so I wish, for a fucking long time!  When you have a whole state of Mormons, plus all intelligence arms of the government, and your family, friends, clients, acquaintances, and anyone, you have even met at a fucking homeless shelter and mission, more than willing to join the club and lie for money . . . it is pretty hard to get a fair shake, even on $20!  

I start going back on the card, five days purchases at a time, I keep going and going, and all of the sudden, it says, that the charge back came, to my complete and utter, shock, January 29th . . . at least 4 days before, I thought I returned the shirt, and after checking the rest of my charges and their dates, and about 7 days before the EVIDENCE, FACTUAL, AND PATTERN OF BEHAVIOR, AND CLOSER TO THE TIME, I THOUGHT I MIGHT HAVE RETURNED THE SHIRT, LAST WEEK SOMETIME, NEVER THE WEEK BEFORE . . . BUT AS PAUL HARVEY SAID, HERE IS THE REST OF THE STORY!  This may bust the whole fucking Mormon mafia and government rogue agents, loose, the Al Capone affect!  That American greed, down to the last penny, they can wrestle from me, might be their downfall!  LOL!  A fucking $20, they could not let me have, because they COULD STEAL IT!

Rely on Facts, Evidence, Patterns, Character, Proof

I had always heard that charge backs took, between 7 to 10 days; therefore, just on a lark, yesterday, being the 8th day, since, I thought I returned the shirt, having, as usual, trusted the store, that I had just given the receipt to, having held on to it, longer than I ever do, since I clean out my purse of all unwanted store receipts, that clutter up the living arrangement, the bag lady style of living right now, ever extra piece of paper, adds up to load down my purse!  So, periodically, I clean it out, and do so, often, hating to carry, more than my own body weight, that is enough!  LOL!  But, truly, that is the case, this purse gets to feel like a 50 lb. burden, when hiking all over town!  I had been calling Walmart Money card service every morning for the last week!  I play, eat out, and basically have enough money to have a life, but no apartment, car, or the rest of the normal necessities, that most people need to survive . . . hey, a Diet Coke, something to eat, a warm bed, and that is about it to make me happy!  Just the basics man. 

Generally, I let a lot of things, these motherfuckers do, just go, because, it is constant, everyday, and has been for years, but, when I can't even get a Diet Coke, and I am suppose to get the $19.99 back, it is like a horse to water, I could have made it a few more days, to the aloted 10 day max for a charge back, but when I saw or rather heard, that I allegedly got the charge back, January 29, 2015, I had not even returned the shirt!  Just as I suspected, again, not my first rodeo, with these fuckin' money grubbing bitches, who watch my account, try to steal it every month, the only thing that connects me to my story, or the PIX Disease, the Utah Medical Association, thus my career, without ID, which they have summarily had stolen over the period of two year, the last of which was stolen at cousin, Edward's house, a paid staff member, and family . . . my Social Security money is it!  That is the historical connection, and they know that, so, even a small credit back, going to me, and not to the double card, can cause this whole house of cards to fall . . . billions of dollars, easy money from the blog, no sweat off either Google, the CIA, Mormon Church, family, or constitutional girls, who are in training, as to how to write like me, talk like me, write like me, argue like me . . . I BUY GOLD!  They earn shit, and so do the bastards that help them!  I am the GOLDEN GOOSE, ALWAYS HAVE BEEN!

February 4, 2014--I Purchased a Diet Coke, a Box of Chocolates, and a Box of Lemonheads, for $4.00--This Would Be the Day I Returned the Shirt!

I go through my money fast, it last me, about a week, or maybe, two, at the rate of living, I am used to . . . at the time, I returned the shirt, I refused the Target Gift Card, because I had money, at that date, so I was fine.  Had I had no money, I would have taken the gift card, so I could get a Diet Coke, which was the desperate attempt yesterday, I was going to tell them, just forget the credit back, and just give me the gift card, so I could get my fix!  I am fucking addicted!  I can go, without, when I don't have money, but if I do, I get a DC!  So, I know, (1) I hate to shop, and I only go to the store for a reason, like to return a shirt; (2) having had money, I would have surely bought a Diet Coke, which I did, and I was craving something chocolate, and the Charlie Brown and  Snoopy heart shaped boxes, with three chocolates in them, were perfect, and I found the Lemonheads, something to suck on, for later, in the bargain bin, for $1.00; and (3) had I noticed the credit back, which I didn't, because, I went to the Super Bowl party, before the buy back, got a $11.50 burger, knowing that I would still have the $20, roughly, to ease me to the next, money fix.  So, all the evidence supports, that fact that I didn't return the shirt, the 29th, or I would have purchased a Diet Coke that day.

Then the clerk, who I talk to this morning, said, that I had purchased something at Target, on January 18 . . . I had been in the Butte Rescue Mission, without a dime for three fucking weeks, so . . . who purchased something, on my card number, without any money on it, unless there is a twin card, with money on it, which, there is, in sister, Rachel's hand, or hacker Shelley, or Kay who monitor my card, faithfully!  I get a check, the third Wednesday of every month, these fucking bitches try to steal it, every month!  Now in January, last year, on my Walmart Money card, after, I had not received my new card for 2014, after a two year stint on that last card, with the ending numbers, 1944 or at least ending in 44, but couch surfing at John Bagby's, a staff member of the mafia, government, who are one in the same, he, I am sure, intercepted the new card, and I was forced to get another one!  

From that point on, I noticed, that the posting date of the government benefits--always has been and still is, for this JoAnn S. Secrist, the original, the third Wednesday of the month, with the double's posting date, being one week earlier, on the second Wednesday of the month!  I have been receiving this money, and Shelley has tried to steal, since stealing my ID, literally, not just paper ID, for, now, 15 years, as a requirement by Paul Revere Insurance, through the Utah Medical Association, that my father is still collecting, suppose to go to my death, but daddy dearest, who was jealous as hell--your mother, Uncle Ed, and Ali don't get that much--well, they were not attorneys, and they did not work for the UMA!  I think, and Paul Revere told me, he had been collecting, since losing his house on 9/11, and being stuck living on $500 per month, stole my $3,000 per month, nice check, but they also made me get Social Security Disability, before I could get my benefits . . . that may be another reason for the switch, to Rachel, or one of the obedient daughters . . . when I got back to the law, October 1, 2009, daddy would have had to give back the $3 grand a month, along with already having substituted a few daughters, who are still holding themselves out as attorneys, whom he loves more--I just consider the source, I don't dig assholes for fathers, con-men, abusers, and money grubbers, who go ape shit, when an alleged terminal ill, daughter, lives and reactivates her law license--that is just not normal, there were reasons . . . Shelley was already me, Kay baby was on the scene, etc., and on and on!  Followers of this blog, know the story, or are getting to know it!

How Did They Know I Returned the Shirt?

I am at the Poverello Homeless Shelter, I don't have access to technology, spy equipment, computer savvy, or the time, nor the interest, to watch their fucking boring lives . . . but they have a billion to 10 billion dollars, mounting daily due to the blog, and prison time, staring them down the mussel of a gun, waiting for them, if they get caught, I am just poor, if I don't catch them . . . I am not as motivated as they are, they are getting the goods, the watch me 24/7 and have constant contact, because there very liberties and freedoms that they don't mind taking from others, are at stake!  They might value them for others, more if they lost them, themselves, but they are the alleged elite, being me, that would put them in that category, but alone, without me they are nothing . . . the best thing about them, is ME!  They have everything to lose, if they are found out . . . I think, they freaked out, just like the charge back and the discovery of the Fuel Fitness charges, that last 5 months after, I failed to ever go in the place, not being the most vigilant, and used to them stealing, therefore, the numbers are off, many times.  I was in Utah, went on plane, a client paid, Kay Reilly, got me to Utah, and I called to check my card balance, and there was a charge for dinner at Jim's Restaurant in Lima, Montana, when I was on the plane to Utah, Vegas first . . . the bus, does stop there, but, I was in the air . . . I called on that, and Kay notified Shelley that I was checking, she has since, gone to the bad side, fucking clients, you did way more for, than they ever deserved or paid for!

I think, they went back a few days, to make it look like I was credited with the money, when it really went on their card with the same numbers, having gotten their government benefits, the week earlier, on January 15th . . . it appears, they went forward, 14 days, to the 29th, looking at my check coming in on the 21st of January, and added 14 days, making it roughly the date I was in Target . . . just a quick fix, but a huge error!  I got paid on the 21st, and returned the shirt on the 4th, so they just, added the 14 days, or two weeks, making it the 29th, instead of the 4th, going two weeks from the date I get the check, the double docketing they did on the court, I get the money, but I am not on the government rolls, is what I think is going on . . . they will make her the original, me the second, probably, framing me for Social Security Fraud, what Shelley or Rachel or Kay, or all of them having stolen from a disabled person!  LOL, smarter then they are!  I am able bodied, and always have been, the poison Shelley concocted, attacked my brain, not my body . . . got my brain back by reading the newspaper, every word, for two years, then got my law license reactivated, fucking up their plans!  Too bad, so sad . . . bye, bye, rock-a-bye!

DO IT BEST . . . THE IRONY OF FATE!  OVER GREED!

I will admit, that these guys are good at theft, having the ability to sit for long periods of time, watching every move I make . . . bringing in people, who have met me at shelters, missions, or on the streets, not leaving one stone unturned, in this game of stolen, mistaken, and theft of identity, and so, fucking much more!  The have an army, and I have me, God, my Intel guy, and may be, just maybe, another, Edward Snowden-like character, who really gives a damn about this level and kind of crime . . . this is not about the $159 at Fuel Fitness, it is about, first stealing my son's music money, that was easy money, take daddy out, get him fired, my mother, kind of revealed the movers behind it, when she said, well, if he had been Mormon, this would not have happened to me . . . Me too, I would assume!  

The music was the motive, then the theft of my identity, Shelley was in deep shit, had warrants out for her ass, and had been in trouble before--nice trade off, work with the cops, to take your sister down, already paid her back for the 9 federal agents and attorneys fired, but we need to get her on the asset forfeiture, she made Utah cops look like the fools and thieves they are, caught red-handed with their hands in the cookie jar . . . so, because she killed our slush fund, we are going to kill her, tried, and take her son's money, as payment in lieu of the asset forfeiture money, she cost us . . . and this thing took wings from there . . . cases, legislation, blogs, speaking, and the chance to have a MORMON PRESIDENT TO RULE THE WORLD!  

Oh, hell yeah, they had all their cards in place!  Running all intelligence arms, the military, saved the financial planners from the big bad securities, but, we are not going to give credit to JoAnn, but Joann--NAME GAMES, the lame ass, dumb bitch, Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart, my 3rd husband was fucking, because I dumped his sorry fucking, sorry ass!  LOL!  Kay was the revenge strategy . . . he had Shelley too, and I would imagine, Rachel and Sue, Brett is like Charles Manson . . . a creative genius, but evil as the day is long, YouTube, God's Revolver, ABG, and you can see Brett, 4 or 5 years after I left him at Elliot's concert, the kid he calls his and Kay Baby's--Isaac was the sub, but, when I started to write my blog and blow GOD'S REVOLVER'S MUSIC  TO MILLIONS, IF NOT BILLIONS OF PEOPLE, THEY HAD TO BRING HIM ON BOARD, ALONG WITH MY OTHER KIDS, TO CARRY THIS FARCE OFF!  Or we will kill your mother, instead!  What would you choose?

HOT, FUN SEX--WILL BE TOMORROW!  THE TARGET MURDER MYSTERY TOOK PRECEDENCE . . . WHILE I WAS ON THE PHONE WITH THE CLERK AT TARGET, MY PHONE, LIKE MY COMPUTER, WAS SUCKED OF ALL ITS ENERGY, AND DIED!  I NEVER CALL ANYONE, AND THE BATTERIES WERE FULLY CHARGED!

P.S., the clerk, said something like, what does my double look like . . . now, I am not sure if that would be Shelley, or Rachel, or it could be Sue, who is in the mix now . . . Kay is too short, I thought, Shelley is the most free, and they will have one in Kalispell, Helena, and Missoula, to cover my ass, as I travel, all over the state, at the drop of a hate, these gals don't move as fast as I do, but they do stall buses, trains and planes for them, to catch up!  LOL!  It sounded like the clerk was looking at surveillance tapes, because, she asked what they looked like.  I thought, if it was Shelley, the most home bound, if she had a wig on, she would look like me, a bit taller, 5'9" or 10", and a little bit thinner; however, my mother told me Shelley had lost about 50 lbs. so she would be quit a bit thinner than myself.  Sue, Rachel and Shelley, are all taller, but wigs have been employed . . . I was wearing my one, utilitarian outfit, black, Poverello hat, with a fish caught on a fly, and it says, ironically and symbolically, DOUBLE HAUL!  5TH annual, a fish fundraiser, hell, these bitches and bastards, probably raised the money for the Pov. reason to side with the Book of Mormon Crowd!

I had black pants, black shoes, white laces, white soles, most likely what I have on now, either a black shirt, with red layered shirt, or red, with black, same shirt, just switch now and then!  A black, Champion brand sweatshirt . . . if it was Kay, she is about 5'4", I am 5'7" and a half, maybe, older, may have shrunk?  LOL!  Don't think so, but you never know!  I hope they catch these fuckers, so sick of having 6 leaches, sucking the blood out of me non-stop, for the last 15 years!  Don't you think it is about time, you arrested their fucking asses?  This should help!  You can at least get them on Social Security Fraud, if nothing else, you can prove this . . . first hand witness, that is why they want me dead!  These witches and warlocks, need to be skinned alive, burned at the stake . . . now would I, if I were one of these women or men, and not myself, sitting right here, at the William J. Jameson Law School, University of Montana . . . might have gotten a grant or two from me!  Through my doubles, nonetheless . . . you can keep the money, just know the source, not the women or woman you think . . . my ass is right here, at 4:08 p.m., 2/11/2015!

You have to remember, I missed almost 10 years of computer technology, while waiting to die, I don't fucking know how do to all the magic . . . these women have the skills the knowledge and the motive--$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$--and the butt-fuckers, the men, all gay, to help them!  LOL!  I wanted a real man, none of them qualified, therefore, they took women, who would let them fist them!  Disgusting!

I may dig sex, but I am not a fucking criminal!  This is a crime, not a popularity contest, not who you think is the cutest, not who you think is the most religious, or who's kids you think should be my son, but the one they all want to claim, in fact they want to claim all of them . . . because, in addition to raising rock stars, female military, model types, and math/legal geniuses, I had it all, the looks, the clothes, the house, the career, and all . . . they want it all from me--got my brain back, will get my body back, and look 20 years younger, than my sisters, Kay, Kelley, to boot!  LOL!  God in addition to be a fucking good Intel man, is also a just God, you are going to get FUCKED!  LOL! 

P.S. to the good agents, the helper bees, they, MIB, MAFIA, MORMONS & MEN IN BLACK, always cover their asses, or mine, since I travel all over the place, at the Poverello, ghost from the past visits, either here, or from Butte, or from Great Falls, Kalispell, are all surfacing, with regularity, to back up the story, that I am not the real attorney, JoAnn S. Secrist, or that she, Shelley, Kay, Rachel, Sue, or whomever, they are putting in my place right now, at this location, they all have cover areas, but Chris, from Butte is at the Pov., as back up, or a second witness, is Joe, kicked out of the Butte Mission, but here in Missoula, his wife told me in Butte, that she, he and another guy, who just dawned on me, is at the Pov., is there two, no wonder he tried to act like he didn't know me . . . Rhonda, whom I met, this fall, or just before the new Poverello opened up, is here, just for a night, and Anne, little farm girl from Ohio, tripped in for just a few hours the other day.  So we have about 5 or 6, who will get paid to lie, and help them with their situation, and fuck me over, just passing through.  I got here before they planned on me getting here, so that fucked them, so they need to cover.  Then I was in the newspaper, last week, story on Homeland Security, but I was in the second page of the article, back a few pages, so they have to get that covered, easy, cops, have been following me around all morning, was going to go to the sheriff's meeting, but the chief of police called the meeting, why at the sheriffs, so they could serve me with bull shit warrants, out of UTAH?

I don't trust them as far as I can throw them . . . Mars . . . .men are from Mars; White House; and Serial . . . all signs I saw today!  God my Intel guy, they are following their dicks, even the President may believe that the one writing this blog, is one of theirs, and I am sure he does, he has never met me, even though, I have helped him with everything from Afghanistan plan to Mitt Romney, they, I am sure, introduced a double, who he is esteeming to be me!  That's about it for today!  SEX tomorrow . . . oh, yeah!