COPPER KING SALOON & OPERA HOUSE . . . BUTTE AMERICA--WE'LL FIGHT ANYONE! BUTTE IS BUTTE! DEATH BED CONFESSION--I FEEL LIKE A FIRE BREATHING DRAGON WITH FLAMES OF TOXINS SPEWING FROM MY MOUTH! CASTOR BEANS OR SEED, FULL OF RICIN--ENEMIES? WATCH FOR ODERLESS, TASTELESS ARSENIC TOO! BOTH LETHAL & TOXIC, CAN KILL YOU IN 3 to 5 DAYS--LUCKILY, I NOTICED FEELING SICK RIGHT OFF AND STOPPED TAKING THE GIFTED GREEN BEAN CAPSULES . . . THERE IS MURDER A FOOT! SHAKESPEARE: WORDS NEVER HAD IT SO GOOD . . . CHILL ACTIVATED!

Butte is Butte . . . Informative Bus Ride

For wild times in the wild, wild west, Butte is the rival of the state . . . from St. Patrick's Day, to Evel Knievel Days--Sturgis comes to Butte, 10,000 Harley's or hogs strong, and finishing the summer with the renowned, Folkfest, if you are planning your spring, summer vacation, check out the activities going on in this part of the state.  I swore, last year, that I would be in Butte, for St. Patrick's Day, and so far so good, I am here!  I can't wait to see the Uptown Festivities. The bus driver, a tough Butte born and raised boy, looks meaner than mean still, in his 50's or 60's, informing that he knows how to fight, and Butte is known for tough kids . . . I have met a few, and I don't doubt that claim for one second!  LOL!  I tried clarifying the suspension of the prohibition against open containers for St. Patrick's Day, he said, Butte is Butte, we can sit right there, and he pointed to the bus bench on the side of the road, and we are fine, holding a beer.  Oh, so you don't have to worry about that law, all year, not just on St. Patrick's Day; Butte is Butte!  I asked him about open container laws when driving, he said, that is another issue, but while you are in town, you can carry a beer with you any day of the year!  Funny, a truck just went down the street, that was called, Bunzel . . . Welcomes the World to Utah!  How ironic, since, Utah has some of the strictest laws for beer consumption!  LOL!

My daughter, Greta, wrote a great article, for Utah Adventure Journal, called Three Point Two, and article about the subculture in Utah, due to the oppressive drinking laws, water beer, non-beer sales on Sunday, and probably not on, Monday, either, after 6:00 p.m., closed for Mormon Family Home Evening! LOL!  One of the bus drivers from, I think Missoula, and I were talking about the time this article of my daughter's came out . . . and he said, oh, my gosh, he and some of his friends, went to Moab, to go hiking and biking, beautiful country, but he said the state run liquor stores, didn't even open until 11:00 a.m.  And he found that out after spending the night, searching for a grocery store, that would sell beer on Sunday night! LOL!  I didn't even know what 3.2 referred to until my daughter informed me, but I can sympathize with guys and gals, who don't want to get drunk, like most Mormons are trying to stop them from, in that George Orwellian state, but they just wanted access, to have a cold one, after they got back from hiking or biking! You will not run into that problem here in Butte, home of the 156 liquor licenses, compared to the 26 to 50 licenses other cities in the state have obtained!

Sometimes a liquor license can either make or break a restaurant.  One of my favorite diners, up in Dameron Valley, Utah, just outside of St. George, was the Red Dog Cafe!  They had the best food, reasonable prices, and great homemade pies, made daily, and fresh.  So, in essence, they had everything a diner needed to survive and thrive, but with one exception, they could not get a liquor license in Utah!  The Utah legislature, would only give out so many per year, or renew, so many, and the Red Dog Cafe, didn't have the political clout to get her done, and the great diner closed its doors!  So sad, a great short distance drive out of town, just to feel like you got away for the night, and fun atmosphere, but the lack of being able to sell beer with diner, because in Utah the beer cops will fine you for serving a beer, separate from your dinner! So, come to Butte, Butte is Butte!  They are known for their party town, and for their hard drinking times!

Lovin'.  Drink It Up.  Responsible Drinking . . . Some of Those Painted Green Faces and Leprechauns, Mixing it UP, in the Butte Crowd, are Undercover Cops!  Many Youngsters, Risk the $150 Fine for Underage Drinking, to Get a Swig of the Irish Brew to Go With the Bratz!

This is wisdom from the local bus driver . . . he said, a bunch of cops are brought in for the event, and they will generally, be arresting the teenage drinkers, who are not old enough to drink.  So, parents if you don't want to be bothered getting a phone call from your kid, during the activities, encourage them to wait a few years!  I know, I was a kid once too, and part of the adrenaline rush, was the thrill of outrunning the cops, guess, I never grew out of that one!  LOL!  The bus driver said, his kids, would be on the run, and give him a call, and give dad a pick up point, from behind some dumpster or alley!  All part of growing up!  In all seriousness, drink responsibly, stop before getting smashed and out of control, don't drive, buses will be running that day to transport people to and from parking lots, or I think they will be.  Being from Utah, I have not been around drunks much, but I have since being here in Montana, and believe me, I can do without it. Nobody minds getting a bit tipsy, having a good time, and throwing back a few cools ones, but, avoid the obnoxious drunk.

I used to go dancing in Park City, Utah, a lot.  And we would hook up with guys from out of state, like Chicago, stock traders, businessmen, who would meet all their fraternity bros, in Utah for a few days of skiing and catching up on life, women, and work.  I was talking to one of the guys at dinner, before the dancing and drinking, and he admitted to me, that whenever he was the designated driver for the group of friends, he hated all of them drunk!  Quite the admittance!  Even your own friends hate you drunk, so think of your wife and kids!  Be smart, everything in moderation . . .  This time of year, when the weather is warming and the fun is starting, might be the perfect time of the year, to have a family, come to Jesus meeting on drinking, the pluses, the minuses, the safety issues, the DUI problems, and domestic violence and child abuse that is a natural outcrop of the drunken stupor.  One of my friends, just this week, just had to see his beautiful wife, be sentenced to 5 years in prison for past DUIs!  She had been clean sober for a few years, and was just short of getting off probation, when she made a poor decision, and threw caution to the wind, and decided to drive.  Her husband, said, no, that he would not get in the car with her . . . he gave in, she got caught, and she is now gone for the next 5 years!  He is turning into skin and bones, worried sick about her, and wishing that he had stuck to his guns, and never let her drive that night!

Just a word to the wise!  Oh, one more drinking story, just came to mind . . . as an assistant attorney general, I was given the responsibility of trying all DUI cases in the state of Utah, that amounted to about 270 per year.  But before I started that assignment, I was to go through training, at P.O.S.T., Peace Officer Standard and Training, yeah the same ones, the Montana legislature just said had to include constitutional and civil rights training for all cops in Montana, who attend the academy to be certified!  But, the cops training our group, wanted us to see what a drunk looked like, and how they behaved, since many were Mormons and didn't have that background.  They got a group of volunteers, and provided them with as much liquor as they wanted, and let them drink to their heart's content, before coming in to walk lines, and do field sobriety tests, and what not.  But, while they were drinking, they filmed them, to show them what they looked like and acted like drunk . . . without exception, they all stopped drinking!  They were disgusted at the way they were acting, spare your friends, family, neighbors, etc., the embarrassment of being with a drunk!  NOT COOL!

Public Service Announcement for Future Constitutional Law Attorneys of America, Who Will Find Enemies!  WARNING: Skull & Bones!

This is the second time, I, as a professional woman, have faced poisoning, due to job related, pressures, that are created with the others in your profession do not adhere to their oath of upholding, preserving, protecting and defending, the United States Constitution and like state constitutional provisions, and run head on with other loyalties, ideologies, and philosophies, that are not only opposed to your training and beliefs, but polar opposites, much like the Patriot Act, that started about the time of my first run in with being poisoned, after getting 9 federal agents and attorney's fired, while defending physicians' constitutional and statutory rights, when going through Medicaid/Medicare fraud unit investigations.  I had not idea, that was part of my job, expectancy and duties, getting poisoned for doing what I had been trained to do!  That unexpected little stint, cost me 8 years of my life!

This time, while being aware that many were getting pissed, and pressure was mounting, knowing that there were agents of death all around me, they came in the back door, through a weakness or need if you will, my desire to get in shape, and  lose weight!  There are a million ways to kill your lover!  I just wanted you to be aware, not only of work relationships, but of family members . . . wives, husbands, lovers, neighbors, and anyone who might want you dead, for just about any reason.  Some of these deaths go undetected forever, and many for years.  The use of Racine or Arsenic, have been around forever . . . remember the old women, who were killing their spouses, and older gentlemen, in the play, Arsenic & Old Lace!    I am glad that my sister, Shelley Southwick Anderson Yeman, whatever, the one who has tried to steal my identity for 15 years and still is, finally, decided to actually, use her biology degree . . . but to poison me?  Really?  

Shelley wants to be an attorney so bad, that she will stop at nothing to get rid of me and have full reign of my life!  Shelley worked for a pharmaceutical company in Park City, Utah, while I was at the Utah Attorney Generals Office, and I am sure, that creating the death gift, still packaged and sealed, would be no problem. As anyone trying to lose weight, which is almost all of us, you are familiar with Dr. Oz, and his miracle, Green Coffee Bean diet!  The little package of capsules in probably still at God's Love Mission, in Helena, in an old postal crate, white, containing a book and magazine that I was reading and going to write my blog about.  If cops were doing their job, rather than trying to join the crowd and kill me, they would go over or call the cops in Helena and pick up the evidence, the white bottle of Green Tea Beans . . . or whatever they are, and take them to the state crime lab, probably right there in Helena, and have them tested!  That would be dealing with true crime issues, rather than just wasting time, hating a blogger like me!  The white postal box, is under a ladder, between the wall and the bed, in Room I, as I recall.  And I am still sicker than a dog!

Fucking Sky Pigs, Just Erased My Last Two Hours Of Work . . . Gotta Protect the Boob Bitches!  And Their Bastard Pals!  I Am Not Up To Writing This Over Again!  Have a Good One . . . Hopefully, the Rogue Good Sky Cops Saw It!

SOME LIKE IT HOT . . . DON'T MISS A MINUTE OF MADNESS . . . FUEL YOUR FUN! FROM PITA PIT TO THE BERKELEY PIT, BUTTE AMERICA IS GEARING UP FOR THE LARGEST ST. PATRICK'S DAY CELEBRATION WEST OF THE MISSISSIPPI! SHERIFF ANDY TAYLOR OF MAYBERRY, AS ROLE MODEL FOR MODERN DAY COPS . . . LOOKING AT HOMELAND SECURITY FUNDING--DON'T BE TOO HASTY TO FAIL TO LOOK AT WHAT AGENCIES ARE IN THE DHS: (1) TSA, TRANSIT SECURITY AUTHORITY; (2) ICE, IMMIGRATION, CUSTOMS & ENFORCEMENT; (3) BORDER PATROL . . . AND OTHERS, SOMEONE SAID, 30 OTHER AGENCIES? NOT SURE? IS THIS AN AREA WE CAN CUT? DON'T BUY THE EMOTIONAL ARGUMENTS, LOOK AT EVIDENCE, FACTS & STATISTICS--MAKE THEM JUSTIFY THEIR BUDGETS & EXISTENCE. THIS IS WHERE THE GOVERNMENT CAN LEARN FROM BIG BUSINESS, CUT DEAD WEIGHT! SHAKE UP THEIR TASTE BUDS! CHAMPION OF CHARACTER UNIVERSITY (MONTANA TECH), STOLE THEIR GREAT MOTTO!

This is Not Mayberry!  I Know, But Sheriff ANDY TAYLOR is a Picture Perfect Model of the Type of Emotional Intelligence Cities Should Want In Their Law Enforcement Officers!

The up side of being poisoned, and deathly ill, waking up to a goiter size bump, added to the rash on my neck, and the ligature marks around my neck, looking a bit, taken down by the whole thing, and accidentally or a serendipitous direction to another telling 48 Hours, True Crime TV, to an episode, adding leverage and power to the physician wife, using green bean seeds, to poison her husband, another murderess wife, was accused of poisoning her 23 year old, Marine husband, who dropped dead, after 10 days, of flu like symptoms, and others, finding arsenic in his heart and lungs--don't recall a goiter, ugly as hell . . . trying to make me not look like my picture, accompanying this blog, but I got the opportunity of sitting around, which I generally don't do, watching TV, to pass the miserable day.  My buddy here, at the Butte Rescue Mission, just happened to have a DVD of a series of The Andy Griffith Show, what a delight, and they made me take my mind off my weakened state, while I laughed my ass off.

One of the things that struck me, especially, after the events of the last 8 months, in American law enforcement, Ferguson, Missoula, New York, and the Montana State Legislature, including in police officers' training, and sad that they have to do this, seeing it should have been part of the training all the way along, lessons on the United States and Montana State Constitutions, and the Bill of Rights, with one Helena man, adding to the litany of courses he thought cops ought to have before becoming a public servant, was an in depth, psychological exam, to determine if the officer or candidate, is, in fact, of the temperament to deal with the stress and complexities of modern day law enforcement, when it struck me, that Sheriff Taylor, seemed to have all the character traits, that make up a good officer: (1) an understanding of the law; (2) knowledge of the people in his community, and a tolerance for their idiosyncrasies; (3) an appreciation and comraderey with his deputy, who is always testing his patients to be sure; (4) gives the offenders the courtesy of putting them on notice, when it is the first time he is enforcing an ordinance or lesser crime, that really doesn't need arrest and jail, but just a professional introduction of what the law is, and putting them on notice, that next time, they will be ticketed; (5) a respectful attitude for not only his job, with the mantra to serve and protect, but respect for all aspects of his job, both in and out of the jail or office and on the streets; (6)  a warm smile, calm listening skills, giving the alleged defendant the benefit of the doubt; and (7) using long suffering and patience, when dealing with youth, he knows are just misguided, or just don't get the law yet.

I know, I know, you could turn that back on me, and say, he was pretty good in Matlock too!  Yes, he played a good attorney too.  This is just a thought, and a replacement for an in depth psychological examination, as some people want.  Sheriff Taylor is someone who most of us grew up with, even years after the show was originally on, being shown as re-runs, over and over again . . . and maybe part of the appeal, is just that, he was a great role model, not only as a cop, but a father, and a nephew.  I don't think we can ever run too short on role models, that we are familiar with.  I know he is a fictional sheriff, but who cares, lots of us, have fictional role models, so just a suggestion!

St. Paddy's Day In Butte . . . Going to Be a Challenge for Any Cop

The green is starting to pop up all over the city, already, almost two and a half weeks before the party is to start . . . and that is because, the Irish in Butte, and their visitors, do not wait until March 17th, to start the party, they start it about the weekend before and carry it over to the next weekend, having a riotous time, from what I have heard.  The bus driver, a local boy, who grew up here, said people come from as far away as New York to party hardy with the rough riders and rough drinkers of Butte!  If all goes well, I will get to be here, like I wanted to be anyway, and check out the notorious Irish miners' celebrations!  For about a week, I am seeing green, three leaf clovers, hanging on signs and posts all over town . . . I don't know what they are for, but it might be a great idea, to cut people who are just trying to have a good time, some slack, and try starting your Sheriff Andy Taylor character traits!  I am sure that this would go over great with the out of town guests who, may make their impressions of the city, based on a very visible contingency of cops, believe it or not!

Someone said, that open container laws, are suspended for the day, or at least, within certain perameters!  I am not a drinker, but I know, that recently, at the Winterfest in Whitefish, several people who were visiting, in the early hours of the festivities, were completely turned off and angry at several big ass cops, strutting their stuff around the crowd, and checking people's coffee cups to see if they really contained alcohol!  In several letters to the editor of the Daily Inter Lake, people complained that these actions, while well intended, were totally unappreciated, especially, by people who were just carrying around their coffee cups . . . Police State, was the call!  Anyway, fun times around the corner, and citizens need to be kind to the cops, listen, and follow laws, but cops, in turn, need to relax a bit, and let everyone, within reason have a good time . . . good experiences turn into tourist dollars, new residents, and building your communities!  Try to get the big picture on this.  But is trying to rebuild it's Uptown, and outside money, sees a fun place to invest, and help the community, with such a rich history, grow, bringing back some of the former glory days, that were so abruptly stopped!

I just noticed a sparkly green, decorative, three leaf clover, hanging from the intersection . . . the parade sounds fun, and everyone is invited to join Butte in the festive day.  The fun thing about St. Patrick's Day, is you don't have to have gifts, a costume, and you can just show up and join the fun!  This is the destination for many throughout the state, and the nation is invited to see this cool place!  Check out the history, it will make you love the town even more!  I am eating and writing at the fun, bright, cool Pita Pit a locally owned and operated health sandwich place . . . fresh thinking, healthy eating!

Just a Couple of Comments on Funding DHS--Don't Allow Them to Use the Typical Government Mantra . . . Use it or Lose It!

UNNECESSARY ARMY OF TSA AGENTS

Several years ago, during all the controversy, over the TSA agents, their invasive body searches, scanning and full body scans, a client of mine, sent me to a shareholder's meeting in Reno, Nevada, an International Airport, but even so, I was shocked at the big ass number of TSA agents, just standing around doing nothing, so thick, that they were almost lining the walls of the airport, standing in Marine stances, so close, they were almost elbow to elbow, giving an alarming show of, for lack of a better term, growing police state!  I don't know of a citizen alive, who is not concerned about the lack of privacy, invasion of privacy at our airports now days, and to make it worse, to have an agent, every 5 ft, was even more disconcerting, and needless, aside from appearing to me, to be a blatant waste of tax payers' money, and so unnecessary.

I am not exactly sure, why there were such a show of force . . . maybe because the TSA was under attack from the press, and whatever, but we don't need that kind of security.  What are that many agents going to do anyway, if there is an attack, many are low paying jobs, without specialized training and would be more of a determent to real law enforcement, if there were to be a terrorist attack or event!  Anyway, as the scare of 9/11 is 14 years in the past, and yes, I am aware of the potential threat of ISIS, but really, we need to distinguish where the money can best be spent, and where it is just a waste and a painful reminder to the people, that the scream for national security has taken so many precious rights away . . . that, was completely unnecessary, poor policy, and over-reach!  Always, when determining if actions are warranted by the government, the standard policy should be, and has always been, the least intrusive methods to accomplish the intended goals!  Just some food for thought.

ICE . . . FAT PAY CHECKS, TURNING JOB OVER TO STATE/LOCAL COPS!

As militant, and vitriol, attitudes developed over immigration issues, what I saw from the legislation I was involved with, in Utah, back in about 2008, with an eye on new Arizona and Oklahoma laws, that brought the Department of Justice and Homeland Security, knowing on the doors of local legislators, who were willing to train, local and state cops, entering into memorandums of understandings, between state/local authorities and federal authorities, is that in exchange for training, law enforcement within the borders of these states, would then become almost acting arms of ICE, in enforcement strict and aggressive tactics, against Hispanic people, mandating racial profiling, that was deemed unconstitutional by the U.S. Supreme Court, treating people of darker skin, many citizens, differently, that other citizens.

As the fervor grew, and the animosity, many police officers, sheriffs and highway patrol, were put in a position of actually, almost becoming, mini-ICE agents, being so tied up enforcement their laws, against alleged offenders and illegals, that the normal functions of the cops, locally and statewide, were put aside, trying to do all the federal cops jobs, dealing with immigration, drugs, fish and game issues, etc.  I am now seeing, many state and local cops, just say NO!  Serious crimes, like murder, assault, rape, battery, robbery, etc., were left, for the enticing carrots, offered by participation in federal programs, especially dealing with drug interdiction programs!  I attended a Internet or bloggers convention in Las Vegas a few years ago, where some of the attendees and speakers, like members of L.E.A.P., Law Enforcement Against Prohibition . . . of drugs, demonstrated the disastrous effects of a focus on, especially, marijuana, and all the grants, training, and other incentives to be involved in this effort, that has basically, not produced the results that were hoped for, and all the while, watching fellow officers, get their heads blown off for an ounce of marijuana, on a controlled wire buy!

Congress, needs to take some time, look closely at the programs of Homeland Security, and determine, distinguish, and decide, what worked and what didn't, then fund those programs, that seemed to net results that were positive and had a trend of continuing.  And while you are at it, Congress, take marijuana off the Schedule I, Controlled Substance List, being not in the same category with heroin and meth!  It is time to get a bit more sophisticated in our thinking, and take our budget pens out, and make some worthy changes, protecting both federal and state taxes.  Gone are the days, of unlimited budgets, without the intended results.  For some reason, it is so easy to cut, the poor, the elderly, the food stamp or welfare person, the vet . . . but, people, and many of them educated and have upward mobility and will recover and prosper, if their job is cut, are somehow, protected, and get a free right, straight into retirement, without a glitch, or the threat of being cut.  This is not way to run a country! 

You can't just give lip service to Less Government, More Jobs . . . and continue to let the government get completely out of control, without checks and balances, and not limits on their budgets, especially, when the words, national security, is attached to it!  We seem to through our brains out the window, and buy the bull shit, argument, based on irrational emotions, rather than hard core facts, on where the money is going, what are we getting for it, and is it worth continued funding?  Ask the hard questions, and make government entities, put up or shut up!  Republicans, in particularly, seem so enamored with big business, the job cutting hatchet men, like Mitt Romney, but these same people can't stomach a cut in the government!  Does that make sense?  There has to be accountability and production to justify any job, or the continence of any job.  People should not be allowed, to just wait out their retirement, without lifting a pen or hitting the computer keys . . . cut the lazy fuckers!

Weigh the Pluses and Minuses Of Allowing President Obama's Immigration Plan Go Through, Cutting the Necessity for ICE Agents . . . Looking at the Cost Benefits of Letting People Relax and Go For the American Dream!

I was taken back, the other night by President Obama's hometown or fireside meeting, when a young man, Hispanic, stood up and said, he had always dreamed of being in the American Military, and he signed up at age 17, having to get his mother to also sign.  He served faithfully, and got an honorable discharge, just to come back, and find that he had another war to fight, that of helping this same mother stay in the country! Take a look, at what the balance sheet is, ICE costs a lot of money, so we are just paying out . . . allowing 5 million work permits, results in a shit load of tax payers!  These are not easy for some of you to swallow, but swallow you must, if we are to take care of the problems and issues that we face in this country today!  Put your prejudices and preconceived notions aside, and make rational, critical decisions, that will benefit, the country as a whole . . . just remember, we were all emigrants at one time.

It is human nature, for people to get their little piece of Heaven, then want to prevent others, from getting a piece of the American dream too!  Just because, Mexico is close, doesn't mean that there are not horrendous human rights violations, corrupt drug cartels, and government and law enforcement entities who are just as corrupt, leaving these people with a choice of risking entrance, illegally into this country, with a hope of a better tomorrow, or stay where they know there is no, to little hope for change . . . what would you do for your children?  Do unto others as you would have done to you!  Nice starting place.

Congress, Stop Grandstanding and Get Something Done! 

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James Kennedy Shot, Drive-By Shooting, Wanna Be Biker Dude, Darcy Chick Scoping Out the Bus Terminal in Helena!

Okay, I am still sick from being poisoned, more and more convinced each day, as a bitter, gross taste, rolls off the roof of my mouth, and I can't walk more than a few steps before I am totally exhausted . . . flu like symptoms, mirroring that, but the with a few extras, that puts it into the question zone, but yesterday, as I was wiped out, and laying on my bed, at the Butte Rescue Mission . . . Home of the Rough Riders, and with St. Paddy's coming soon, right place, right time, I thought about a recent 48 Hours, True Crime TV Show, there was an episode with two physicians married to each other, the wife gave up her career, to take care of their two children, as the husband started an affair with some lady, and started working later and later, and finally asked for a divorce; he started to exhibit symptoms, much like I am having, splitting headaches, lack of appetite, which is a never for me, sick to his stomach, and a strange taste in his mouth.  One day, as the husband was at his wife's house, checking on the kids, he noticed his wife's purse on the table, and noticed a seed package, hanging out, and he found a bunch of seed packages for some type of bean.  The husband, a medical researcher and with the connections, beyond the state crime lab, generally only available to prosecutors and cops, had some private research done on the seeds, and found that the seeds were laced with Racine, a poisonous entity that has been used by terrorists, and was prevalent in the bean seeds, as I recall.  But, the stuff, that the lady from New York, very well an undercover agent, gave me, was something like, Green Tea Bean Diet Capsules!

I think, that might be what they gave me, or was contained in this surprise gift, so to say, coming right out the blue, just a day or two before I left the Poverello Palace in Missoula, Montana, after writing blogs on local cops, cop shootings, militarized vehicles, and other related issues, not to mention writing about the water compact, Keystone Pipeline--most Montanans are in favor of, and they are not found of President Obama, who vetoed, and I encouraged him, in my blog, that I know he reads--LOL--leading, to two nights of shear terror, as I was set up one sting op after sting op, being chased by cops, K-9 units, and being blocked from motels, and watched all the way up until I got on the bus, to Kalispell, Montana, just to get out of town!  So, I am here, on Harrison Street, one of the main drags in Butte, Montana, at McDonald's, being a creature of habit, the same whether I am living in a mansion, or a homeless shelter, whether I am in fJront of a Supreme Court Justice, or talking to a local bag woman, watching Mr. James Kennedy, look a little squeamish, as she sits next to him on the bus, disheveled hair and all--getting my favorite #10, two sausage and cheese burritos, hash browns and a Diet Coke--same in St. George, Utah, Las Vegas, Kalispell, or Butte!  LOL!

Clue to the hopefully, one honest cop, who might actually be on the victim's side, mine, that they can check my Walmart Money Card Account, and they will see today's purchase!  LOL!  Some lame ass chick from the shelter, who doesn't know me from Adam, introduced me as crazy, to some other lady, and I was shocked, this woman, came just days before I left the shelter, a month and a half ago, and doesn't know jack shit about me . . . where is this coming from?  Who starts these rumors?  And why can't they or people handle the truth, fuck, Edward Snowden--Nicolas Cage is going to play Snowden in an upcoming movie--is in fucking Russia--the government doesn't like people like me and him, or other campus crusaders!  Come on, do you seriously think I am going to be sitting in some plush office, making a mill a year in my unharnessed law practice that specializes on civil rights cases against cops, prosecutors, cops and government entities, the statewide battering systems, or the Mormon Church, who has a 70% representation in the CIA, FBI, and about 100% of the NSA agents in Utah!  How, dumb, dumber and dumbest, can people be . . . being in hot pursuit, hot running, are the name of the game if you want to live, for God sake!  Why do you think they want to steal my blog? Too fucking powerful, influential, and widespread readership, including around the world . . . my sites, all have language interpretation tools on them, and I didn't put them there!  Come on, where is your brain?  Or rather her brain, she just drove by . . . is she a plant, a cop, who is there to undermine any truth?  Probably, their staff is endless, at a million a day, they can buy and sell anyone!  And a million a day is low, that is for just one site . . . times that by about 5 others, plus twitter and facebook! 

I just took a restroom break, and noticed that I had two, very distinct red lines around my neck, like where your age lines are . . . mine don't generally show, but today, they are red, and feel like a paper cut, and I have a rash on my upper chest area!  POISON, POISON, POISON!  Just this morning as I put my make up on, I could feel what appeared to be a small cut across my neck, and I asked one of the other gals, if she could see anything a cut on my neck . . . no.  These look like ligature marks, on some one's neck that had been strangled!  And there are red prickly looking rash type spots on my upper chest . . . what the fuck, and I didn't get poisoned?  Did someone chock me in the night?  I am known as the soundest sleeper alive.  Talk about Utah Legislature debating whether a man can rape his wife, while she is asleep and unconscious, my first husband, used to joke that someone could come in rape me in the night and I would never wake up.  Last time I was here, there was a domestic disturbance, really bad, and I was the closest to the wall, of the married couple's room, sharing a wall, and everyone woke up, cops were called, and I slept through the whole thing!  What happened in the night last night? 

James Kennedy Being Shot--No Surprise--4 Guys I Have Liked--Dead!

These assholes, I am playing with, are not looking at this a child's play, it is worth, billions of dollars, to a crowd that is totally into money!  I am a cash cow, to them, and so was my son's band . . . they have no qualms stealing music, cases, blogs, legislative analysis, homes, furniture, vehicles, clothes, kids, grand-kids, you name it . . . they are the worst, butte-fucking, faggot ass shit, vultures in the world!  I cannot, stinkin' believe, that billions can just change hands, disappear, vanish, records, cases, music, and nothing is being done about it!  The world's largest heist, and nothing . . . nobody seems to care, nothing is done, and that has to be, because those who should be doing something about it, are involved and getting paid to turn their fucking sorry ass heads, with assholes for eyes, away, while all of this is going on!  

We are talking identity theft, at best, not just of your normal small time band, or attorney, but the cream of the crop in both areas, not to mention this blog, 100X bigger than the competition!  And at worst, MURDER!  One of my signs, with my Intel guy, God, is this truck line, that has a bright orange, oblong circle, with the letters, M/ME . . . representing to me, MURDER ME!  This has been a sign, for at least a year or more.  I liked a bus driver, CIA, maybe, smart enough, and as first, we could talk, laugh, joke, until, I happened to mention, that I liked him!  Then, all of the sudden, Mr. Mafiosa, Jack/John King Strode, either a big time cop, but dirty, or mafia, or both, who hit on my the first day I came to Kalispell, 2 and a half years ago, asked me to marry him the first night, and still stalks me, rides the bus, all day long, so he can imply a hit, or that they are watching the bus driver, and his life is in danger.  This Jack, fat, promised me, that as long as I was with him, a familiar tune, with these REDS, retired and extremely dangerous, CIA or FBI agents, the cops would leave me alone . . . and that was true.  The second, I ditched him, cop cars came out of the wood works!

Guys that either show an interest in me, or I show an interest in, all of the sudden disappear off the map!  The bus driver, used to get excited and happy to see me, when I dropped into town, not any more.  He barely talks to me, and often, in sign and symbol, or explanation, that truck line, with the M/ME, just as it did this morning, after I found James, who disappeared seemingly right in front of my eyes this morning, while I was walking to the bus station, because I had to stop, every half block . . . he on his crutches could go faster than me, but he was sitting behind an old garage, we talked, he said he was going to Walmart, but he was going later, decided to go after lunch . . . really?  I told him, I was going to McDonald's to get a DIET COKE to see if it would help knock out this poison and to write my blog!  Right as he left, going back up, where we had just come from, a hard road to walk on crutches, so going up and down is a challenge, I looked over at the road, and one of those trucks, went by . . . that is the reason, I left last time, I knew they would kill him, if he was seen with me, he seemed to feel that, and I left without telling him, the morning after he told me he loved me . . . he was drunk, or stoned, anything said under the influence of drugs or alcohol, won't stand up in court, and I give it the credit as coming under the circumstances, but I told him, that too.  Too late, he was shot, the day after I left, and the surveillance crew, may not have known I left, at 5:00 a.m. and out on bus at 6:00 a.m., knowing full well, they would kill him.

Last week, after being in Missoula, and being chased two nights, I decided, before deciding where to live, permanently, that I would check into the legislature, to see where the water compact and expungement bills were, and that came after a quick trip to Kalispell, to check on the other love interest, see if he was okay . . . he was but not to demonstrative, and he was quiet . . . and I saw that M/ME truck line, go by several times and totally understood . . . maybe I am crazy, but the difference in him is like night and day. I am sure he notices the presence on the bus, the implied threats, it is one thing to like someone, and quit another thing to die for someone, and never be with them anyway.  And, I am talking, not even serious relationships, I waved down a cowboy, bull rider, cop one night in Evanston, Wyoming, one night, actually the night, that I allegedly died, outside of Hamilton, Montana, going the back way into Salt Lake, middle of the night, behind Bear Lake, Utah.  We hit it off, he put the moves on me, but I wasn't taking any of the hints about him only having two hours of his shift left, ignoring calls from the detention center, about fights--he told them to handle it themselves!  LOL!  Giving me mints, getting all my emails, and giving me his personal and work contact info . . . can take the girl out of the Mormon Church, but you can't take the church teachings out of the girl!

As we talked, the lights, on what I thought was a dead end, but was really the courthouse, turned on, at 2:30 a.m., and I asked him, if he thought that was strange . . . he didn't think much, we kept talking.  I thought, maybe, they knew where I was going and sent a fed, because that struck me as the strangest thing in the world, given the fact that I was taking the back roads to go undetected by areal surveillance cameras and satellites!  Just before the lights turned on, he asked me if I had a boyfriend . . . yeah, a CIA agent in Salt Lake!  LOL!  This was one of theirs, and a cop of some sort, also the guy who came up to me, on the streets of Salt Lake City, and warned me to leave the feds alone, or they would put me in prison for life--a client, had brought me down from Montana, after the cops had taken my truck, so I came on bus, in a hot case, Jeremy Johnson vs. the Federal Trade Commission, and I told him, that if they were dirty, I would take them down . . . he responded by saying, then they will kill you!  And here we are . . . that was 3 years ago, and they haven't got me yet, but they have taken their share of lovers!  Not so aware as myself!  

But, I told the cowboy, bull rider, cop, that I didn't like him, because he always had the big screen TV on . . . now, I am thinking, he was using it for white noise, to cover surveillance!  Officer, Scott Faddis, showed me the way to get on the freeway, and I left for Salt Lake City, Utah . . . drove past, Sammy O'Malley's house or some Irish name, perfect, and his motion sensor light was on, so he had been on his porch in the last 10 minutes, and low and behold, the big screen TV was in the gutter!  He had to have heard the conversation, between me and Festus, as he was called!  He could have turned on the lights, and one of the last times I saw him, going back and forth between, Utah and Montana, he seemed to have been replaced by a double!  I wrote Scott the next day, and told him how much I enjoyed our conversation and looked forward to getting with him, he said he could get me a job with the public defenders, and a place to live . . . as soon as I finished that email, and I was just going to spell check it, the whole thing was ripped off my computer, right in front of my face!  Scream . . . that was the last I heard from him, but for a brief, email, that didn't sound like the same, hot on my ass cowboy, that I had met months before . . . had been busy?  I tried to find him, around Christmas, and was stonewalled at every turn, even the chief of police, nobody would give me any information . . . I am a very hated woman, in cops circles, and they want my double to beat me, because she is stupid and has big boobs!  I am still cuter!  LOL!

The most recent guy who tried to help me, warn me, and scared shitless, undercover, wigs, padding on clothes . . . was tasered by cops, outside of Beaver Dam, Arizona, and murdered!  So, needless to say, I am slow to get involved, and worry, when there is any interest on either parts, this is a tool, to isolate me, and they are even more murderous, when they guy is a cop, or undercover . . . not playing for the team!  And how dare they, side with a mortal enemy like me!  Feelings aside, you can't do it, or you die for it!  I was funny, because, James, took the long way around the block of the bus, and ended up on the same bus as I was!  LOL!  He even mentioned, that he did that . . . what the hell for . . . he told me he was glad I was back, had he put two and two together, that his drive-by shooting was connected to me, or what he threatened again, or just doesn't like me?  LOL!  I told him, he was giving me a complex . . . it is not like I ever chase a guy, never have, never will!  LOL, so what's up . . . I did have to laugh, as the local bag lady, with crazy hair,  got on the bus, and sat, two seats away from James, as his eyes got wider and wider . . . but, his girlfriend, remembered me from being in Butte before, and started asking me where I had been, now she was my girlfriend, he looked entertained!  LOL . . . I thought I could tease him about her choosing to sit right by him, with an entire empty bus!  LOL!  His facial expression was priceless!

Was he shot to warn him?  Scare him, and make him worried about being with me?  He heard that I was in town the other day, last week, before going to Helena, but just on a layover.  Some chick that knows both of us, told him I was in town, and he said, no if she was in town, she would come give me a hug . . . hey, it was my third night without sleep, the stress of being chased, and the poison was taking its toll, and I was just too lazy, and knowing he was shot, I knew he wasn't going anywhere soon!  LOL!  I would hit him up after the legislature, I do have my priorities!  LOL!  Sorry, political animal, and I knew that the Senate had voted the water compact out of committee, and was going to hear it on the floor of the Senate soon, before Friday, so I had to go, and I knew I would be back soon, to take care of my ailing friend, James Kennedy, who is actually getting around better than I am!  I am not sure if I should tell him that, it was my enemies who shot him!  Last night, I asked him if he had any enemies . . . no.  I said, well, I have a ton . . . he acknowledged that!  To tell or not to tell?  That is the question . . . he does crack me up, moved like an 18 year old, and the crutches haven't slowed him down much!  LOL!  Maybe I can catch him, if I survive this poison!  LOL, it is coming out all over my skin, in my mouth, coming through the pores of my skin!  I am starting to look like a leaper!  I am sure he will want me now!  OH, well, men are like trolley cars, there is one coming by every 10 minutes!  This may take me a while to recover!

Cheer Boy Biker, Darcy, Gold Digger Saved Me--Out of Helena!

This story, is kind of intertwined and bouncing all over the place, because, it is all connected.  So, I got the green bean capsules in Missoula, but, I took them in Kalispell, and Helena . . . until, I started feeling a connection between the diet capsules and how I was feeling, like shit, so I quit, thank God!  Or I might be dead right now!  Having been diagnosed with the PICKS Disease, back in 2000, they set the perfect cover for any unexplained death, she just got what we diagnosed back 15 years ago, and finally sucummed to the disease . . . really?  I am sure that is what they would use as a cover for this shit that I have right now!  My whole neck is breaking out in red bumps, lines, cuts, and what the hell ever!  I am sure that I will survive, but after going through what?  Big time ugly stick, I am sure!  My stomach feels distended, neck is a joke, age lines, that you really can't see, are getting deeper and deeper, like cuts, even though the bus guy, when I told him I was 60, so I got the senior discount would not believe me, and obviously the bus driver, who appears to be an undercover cop, because he is always a shit head, didn't believe me, when I told James and the bag lady, the one besides me!  LOL!  The fucking bus driver, whom I told I wanted to get off at the nearest stop near McDonald's because I was sick, dropped me off about a block and a half away, rather than right across the street, or just next door at the coffee shop!  It took me two stops, and going very slow to get to McD's!  Scream and I asked for the closest, telling him I was sick, for God sake . . . almost killed me getting here.  I am fine as long as I just sit, but when I get up to walk, bamb!

Okay, so you get the poison thing, really didn't start taking it, until I hit Kalispell, forgot I had it, that Heavens!  When I cleaned out my purse, the bottomless pit, I found the capsules, and started taking them, when I was staying at the Super 8, my home away from the homeless shelters!  LOL!  But, you know what happened with cheer boy biker, who had a melt down on me, telling me that the homeless in Helena were afraid of me, and sleeping outside in the cold, because I was a cop or undercover CIA or FBI . . . nice projection dude!  He went from lover boy, wanting me to dig a bad boy, biker, but a recovered meth head, to a blogging allergic freak, screaming at me to shut my computer out of respect for his place?  He must be a cop because, they have no boundaries, you have not personal privacy rights, and they feel perfectly at ease under the Patriot Act, to do whatever, see whatever, take whatever of your's they want!  To his surprise, not out of respect, out of being ready to rip his ugly face off, I packed up my computer and listened to the news for another few hours in my room . . . this same ass, who accused me of having $357 million . . . a, no, that is Kay, your gal, who stole my case, and has her signature on the pay off, is the one with the money, I am legitimately homeless, without a fucking dime, you dumb shit . . . but he would not hear any of looking at my blog, to check out the picture of me, not twad ass bitch, ex-friend, Kay, who was with Mitt Romney, March 27, 2012, in the UK, or the United Kingdom, promoting a PBS special, on a Mormon President for the World!  

March 26, 2012, the date of the letter, of the judge telling me, he had terminated, without a reason, my case . . . deal was sealed, and money gone, $118 buys a lot of TV time and campaign ads . . . and you will notice, that Mitt's brave attempt, a month ago, to run for a third presidency failed, guess me writing the truth, verifiable truth about he and Kay Baby . . . Daddy Dearest will kill for Kay Baby, kill his own daughter, not really, I tend to think like Christ, who is my mother and father . . . he who doeth the will of the father, in Heaven . . . thieves, liars, murderers, I don't think need apply . . . so, Kay Baby has risen to her level with a murderous father of mine, I don't want him or the rest of my family!  But, Kay yanked her web site, under Kay Burningham, aka, JoAnn S. Secrist in her other life, she rides tandem on my back, to steal my shit, then jumps off and is a anti-Mormon writer . . . check her out on facebook and other sources, she is just me for the cop world . . . but her lousy books are for purchase, and she is hanging with Mormon Mitt? Why in the hell do you think he changed his mind so quick, check out the blog I posted right after he announced another run . . . my memory is not that short, fuckers!

My point is, that any time I want to verify, or let these guys check out sites that give me all the credibility I need to prove, that what I am saying it true, they freak the fuck out, and start screaming, walking away, getting more a more loud and abnoxous . . . YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!  Kay is Kay, Rachel is Rachel, Shelley is Shelley, Sue is Sue, Tiff is Tiff, Kelly is Kelly, there is nothing special or magic about them . . . the best thing about them, is ME!  LOL!  Dick wad, cheer boy, biker, joke, can't handle that, his heroins, are nothing but liars, and the woman he has hated, apparently for year, given his vitriol reaction to any thought, that we were on the same side, I thought he was going to blow a gasget!  He was an ugly ape-shit loser . . . I can't respect anyone, who refuses, outright to see the truth, when all the evidence is right in front of their fucking faces, but they won't look!  My hair might have been a bit different cut, but, the face is mine . . . Rachel is being passed off as me, and she has a broader face. a bigger girl, blonder fake hair, fake teeth, and longer hair . . . she looks like a sister, but that is about it, if we were standing by each other, we would not look anything alike, or hopefully not!  She has been in my shadow for her whole life, she is 7 years younger, and she has to introduce me as her older sister because everyone thinks I am younger, and I love it!  Now, Tiffany, my baby sister, who is 14 years younger than me is my double!  I just keep getting younger, so the sisters, run down hill!  LOL!  Perhaps the poison is trying to make me look more bloated, uglier, and with red spots, usually, my skin is very clear, and both Tiffany and Rachel have Rosasia . . . red dots on their faces; mine are on my neck, but hey, the day is early!

Our friends at the Mormon run, NSA, in Utah, who monitors all the western states, on cyber stalking, turned off the spell check, so reader beware!  LOL!  The games, the games, the games!  Get your own damn blog, you motherfuckers!  Eat your heart out, you couldn't write one of these, but for stealing--TOOO BORING!

STARBUCKS, VAN THRIFTWAY, BUS STATION, GREAT HARVEST, BUS--BUTTE!

Booty call for cheer boy, Darcy, comes to the rescue of boyfriend, cutsy boy . . . he just reminds me of every high school, or college cheerleader, guy, where the gals are gals and the boys are too, that I have ever seen!  It is funny, Marilyn, cheer boy, and some other chick, who worked at Walmart, new roommate in Room I, all seemed worried about me writing about them in my blog, hurting innocent people . . . wrong, I never mention or hurt the innocent, and the guilty, hurt themselves, and bring the blog spotlight on themselves, by being shitheads!  But, they kept, mentioning that I write about the homeless . . . really, no only as they fuck me over, being either paid or plants by my enemies, then ballz out, and I will crucify you!  You choose to play footsie with the feds, or cops, you get what you deserve, the only tool for payback and revenge is writing about your sorry ass in my blog!  If you don't want to end up here, don't fuck me over!  I fuckin' kick back harder . . . you may influence the little homeless shelters, but I have millions if not billions who read about your fucked up shit!  My actions are noble and work for you, making sure that cops abide by constitutional protections, working for water rights, expungements . . . yours are hurtful, lies, and criminal at best, fraudulent and promoting false representation, just like Wendy's shit, here in Butte, she doesn't know me from Adam, and most likely brought in from Washington state, cop or something, getting charges dropped, or something, but introducing me as crazy, a drunk off her ass bitch?  Really, who could hold a candle to me, in court, in a debate, even in going after a man . . .  Robert dropped her cheap, scanky ass . . . all the evidence shows it, and I still don't doubt that he used her!  LOL!

You see, I don't do stupid stuff, generally, it is worthy and of merit, taking the high road, so, once discovered, I have nothing to hide, but the scaggs, that promote falsehoods, generally have dirt bag lives! My life is an open book, I hide nothing, don't have reason to . . . you?  I don't do things I am ashamed of . . .

That being said, I took off, leaving God's Love in the dirt, where it belongs . . . sided with the wrong crowd!  I would take reputation and a good name, over money any time!  I hit Starbucks, a place, due to not drinking coffee, that many are not likely to look for me, other than I like the atmosphere and will have hot chocolate, to hang with the morning computer crowd.  I watched the pre-shift, cops, rapidly going down the street, in hot pursuit, being out of the building, only minutes before wake up call, and little miss no-sleep, being fooled into thinking I was just going to the bathroom, not alerting staff, like I am sure she was hired to do . . . she had charges against her, dead clue, that domestic charges would be dropped for ratting me out, when I came and left, and if I ditched out in the mornings like I have done, on two other occasions!  So this time, they are going to be prepared, a watcher girl!  Didn't work!  I wonder if, even God's Love, ever questions, why I always get away, foil their best laid plans, with God as my Intel man . . . could God, actually be on my side?  Rather than the liars, the thieves, the fake, bull shit side . . . I would guess so!  You wonder about these things every once in a while?  Does it sink in?  Must not!

THE LAY OF THE LAND--COPS THAT WAY--ME, THIS WAY!

When I go to a new town, I like to get the lay of the land, where the bus is, where the cop shop is, where wi-fi connections, McDonald's can be found, where the college is, and other landmarks, like the Capitol Building, and many places.  The first time I came to these towns, I didn't have enemies on my asses, it is only as I start to get a presence, and generally a good one, the enemies show up to take the glory, and steal the limelight . . . but, until that time, I am free to run the town, uninhibited, and in Helena, I didn't even see a cop for the first 2 and a half months!  Really, I found Montana so cool, given the police state of Utah, I had just left, and I wondered if they even had cops, if they gave tickets, and what the gig was, but I dig it!  As soon as I showed up at the Whitefish Library, and saw a documentary on the FBI raids on medical marijuana growers, I started to have a presence in Montana, and cops, spotted the landscape from that second on, and have never stopped or let up on me!  Butte has been rather calm this time, but I have been sick and not on the streets, or maybe they don't want to be blogger fodder!  LOL!

I headed for the college, down the back roads, by the Cinamark Theaters, Holiday Inn and Subway, to the Brew House, across from the college.  I had accidently left my make-up bag, scream, at the shelter, so, being the vane person I am, I had to buy all new make up!  I knew that Van Thriftway was over in that direction, and I ditched in there to get some war paint for my face, need to look good for that mug shot, if they catch me, and it never hurts to be a bit cute with the cops!  I love that song, of Keith Urban's, Fell in Love in the Back of a Cop Car . . . funny song!  Next, I wanted to write my blog, using the names of the people, who were so afraid of being mentioned, but they did shit that made them worthy of my wrath!  I plugged into Hardee's right next to the grocery store, convenient, and good food.  I was typing without being plugged in, thinking this new computer had more time on it, than my old one, but I was writing a huge blog, tons to tell!  LOL!  I think I started around 7 or 8 and wrote until, early afternoon.  This old coot, scraggy beard, and the look of an old timer who pans for gold, which is exactly how he makes his money, interrupts me and nicely tells me, that if I need to plug into the electric outlet, he has one he will share and told me where the other one was.  I thanked him and didn't think I would need it, but I did, and thank Heavens!

I CAN SMELL A SPOOK & HE OUGHT TO AT LEAST ORDER SOMETHING!

So, I finish the blog, and happen to mention to the nice old guy, that I have to leave to catch a taxi to get to the bus . . . he laughed and said, in the time you call a taxi, and wait for one to pick you up, I can run you over to the terminal.  Okay, cool, that will save me some cash, which I am always short on.  I figured, again from previous experience, that the Salt Lake Shuttle would leave Great Falls, by 3:30 p.m., and would be arriving about 5:00 p.m. or so, playing it safe and getting there a few minutes early, just in case memory fails, generally doesn't.  But I was anxious to just be by myself and relax, so I had the old coot, drop me off about 4:00 p.m.  He gave me a business card, and told me to call him if I needed anything.  I doubt it, but I appreciated the offer.  Before we left, there was this guy, who was sitting where I had been typing, and he kept staring at me, for a long time and often, every time I looked at him.  He had probably been told that I would be a lone, and he might have wondered who this older guy was, and if I had come with him . . . the unknown factor.

As we got up to leave, we were joking about kids, and talking and I happened to mention, that my daughter was following in her mother's footsteps and going to law school, but she would end up teaching or in some policy type job . . . that she didn't have the killer instinct, like her mother.  The guy in the corner's ears perked up, and he took notice, more than he had been, mystery solved!  This was that bad ass con law chick, and she was here all along!  Thank God, me and the old guy, jumped in his van and left the parking lot, just as a cop car was pulling in!  The older guy visited the restroom, giving the spook, plenty of time to contact the cops, and alert them that I was leaving!  We got out just in time, and the cop, went in as we went out!  Gotta love it . . . timing it everything!  Foiled again . . . or had I.

Someone had to have called, Darcy the booty call, who was seeing blood, and probably had read my blog, by then . . . a car went by me with the customized plate that said, BARB . . . I had called him the Ken part of Barbie!  LOL . . . paperdoll, dress up the cheer king, in biker duds and think he is going to pull of the dirty biker act!  Hell, I married one . . . Mr. Clean, red, white, and new black biker leathers, didn't cut it with me!  LOL!  This Justin Beaver dick, was no biker!  LOL!  Even the reformed biker, meth head, didn't fool this Queen of the Road, who has been to Sturgis, and seen 10,000 bikers in one town!  Gotta love those Black Hills of South Dakota!  Mount Rushmore!  So, I am sitting there in the bus terminal, and decide, for some unknown reason, not to get a ticket, yet, if at all, for that night, knowing, they would surely be watching the bus station and when the buses were leaving, because I had mentioned that I wanted to get to Butte to see James, and his shot up leg . . . what you get for playing Jesse James!  Sorry, not a joke!  I just couldn't resist, big boy, tough guy, brutally handsome . . . Marboro Man can take it!  LOL! 

Just as I change turning away from the furthest entrance, DARCY, comes tripping in!  What the hell . . . but really didn't surprise me, so the sting op, was still on, and they were pissed, cheer boy and her, his booty call, that he dissed, and said was not his girlfriend, while trying to pick up on ME!  LOL!  Chalk it up to an assignment, not the trophy that I am to cops, regardless of age, weight, or looks!  Just one fucking bad ass chick who had eluded cops for three years and across the country!  Not too bad!  She tried to act normal, and quickly hit the bathrooms, maybe had been there several times before.  I am flexible, and always error on the side of safety, so, while she is in the head, I ditch out the side door, and our around the building, knowing, for sure they are looking for me!  Now if I am the fake, why in the hell are they wasting so much fucking time?  Of the thought comes to mind, they actually, really believe that I am Shelley, and refuse to look at the facts, that they have chased the wrong woman for years, and have been believing that she is me! Or do they full well, mafia, know what they are doing and they are going to get me before I get out of town and they have to start over again, in another city, that my not want to be involved again!

It was funny, James did ask me if I had any trouble getting into the Butte Rescue Mission?  I said, no, in fact, Stan the Man, said he was glad to see me, with a smile and a pat on the back!  For whatever that is worth?  I took it as good?  As, I gave Darcy the slip, and walked over to Great Harvest, I decided to change plans, and catch the shuttle on the way back, and go to Great Falls!  Gott'em coming and going! LOL!  I didn't see Darcy, where she went, or who she left with, but I was not sticking around to see, but proof positive, this was a sting op, as expected!  I broke fast in the morning and caught them in their shit! Apparently, they were sour about it, and looking for me all day!  I love it!  I always get away . . . if God is with you, who can be against you?  NOBODY!  Even the fucking stupid mafia, Mormon mafia, cops, government boys and girls, etc.  LOL!  You have to remember, I am feeling like shit this whole time!  I relax and decide to go check on James, and the rough riders at the Butte Rescue Mission, who are as full of mischief as I am!  LOL!  All seems well, the shuttle drive had just been to some single's marriage counseling and he seemed more interested in my take on marriage than getting out of town, so did the chick who sold me the ticket.  All is well that ends well . . . 

So Far, So Good In Butte . . . Aside From A Few Off the Wall Comments, Thinks Seem Cool?  I Will Tell You If They Are NOT!  You Can Read About It On The JoAnn Press!

P.S., the Steal is on . . . spell check off, shows I am connected to the Internet, but I can't publish!  There is a note, pink, An error occurred while trying to save or publish your post.  Please try again.  Dismiss . . . funny, I never tried to save or publish!  So who the fuck did?  A cop car just went by, protecting cheer boy and booty call?  Probably both undercover cops!  Whatever!  So immature . . . just wrote, immatrue!  I figured the girlfriend/boyfriend show, was exactly that, a show . . . they are co-workers, who couldn't pull off this sting op . . . boyfriend blew it!  LOL!  Temper, temper, temper!  And, by the way, obviously, cops are not superior to the rest of us, or I wouldn't be able to continually kick your asses!

  

LIVE THE VICTORY--SIP A SWEET ESCAPE--'IT'S A MATTER OF BEING ON YOUR TOES'. (HELENA, MT, INDEPENDENT RECORD) WORLD"S FASTEST SNELL . . . SENATE PRESIDENT, DEBBIE BARRETT'S, R-DILLION, TWIN SISTER, SHELLIE BARRETT, NAME SAKE OF MY OWN ALLEGED TWIN SISTER, SHOWED UP AT, GOD'S LOVE HOMELESS SHELTER, CONFUSING RESIDENTS, MIXING NAMES, COVERING UP OLD LIES OF DECOY SISTER . . . UNDERCOVER, BARBIE/KEN BIKER, BAD BOY, MAKES STRANGE ADMISSION THAT COPS ARE TRAINED THAT THEY ARE BETTER THAN THE REST OF US . . . THEY COME FIRST, AND THEN THEIR FAMILIES, TAUGHT TO FIGHT AGAINST US, TO PROTECT THEMSELVES--SENTIMENTS I HEARD REITERATED IN FERGUSON, AND ALSO ADMITTED BY UNDER-SHERIFF, DEFENDING TWO RECENT COP SHOOTINGS, INVOLVING ONE INCIDENT, COPS HAD WIVES, SON OF ANOTHER COP, RIDE-ALONG FROLIC OR DATE, NEW YEARS EVE . . . ADMITTED THAT ATTENTION SHIFTED FROM PROTECTING VICTIM IN DOMESTIC CALL, TO PROTECTING THEIR WIVES & THE COP'S KID . . . MONTANA SENATE, PASSED LAW, THAT PEACE OFFICER STANDARD & TRAINING, P.O.S.T., CURRICULUM, MUST INCLUDE EDUCATION ON UNITED STATES & STATE CONSTITUTION, PLUS BILL OF RIGHTS . . . LIVE THE VICTORY, 20 YEAR BATTLE! EAT THE PATRIOT ACT! UNCONSTITUTIONAL, MAKING COPS GODS TO THEMSELVES! BULL SHIT, WE PAY YOUR SORRY ASS SALARIES! ATTACK AT THE SHELTER . . . TRYING TO TURN THE TABLES, REAL COP, PLAYING HOMELESS, SAYING I AM SCARING RESIDENTS WITH MY BLOG, THEY THINK I AM FBI or CIA! LOL! NICE, ASSHOLE! PERSONAL JILTING, TYPICAL RESPONSE--LOVE ME, OR I WILL DESTROY YOU! THEY CHANGE ON A DIME! YES, O.J.! I AM A COP TROPHY--THEY ALL HAVE A HARD ON FOR ME! LOL! LITERALLY!

I Am Going To Kill You . . . Believe I Was Poisoned!

Man the fucking NSA, is making writing this blog difficult today.  I can always tell when I am right on point, and hitting a sour spot, for the law enforcement, box trolls that watch my blog 24/7 . . . I am writing in "guest" status, and on a search engine, that is lesser known to even get this much out!  Listen, boys and girls in law enforcement, cyber cops and all, the truth shall make you FREE!  I am sick of your fucking with my 1st amendment rights, to free speech, and expressions of knowledgeable insights into you and your bull shit activities, that are criminal and go far beyond legal or constitutional!  Grow the fuck up and deal with the facts, that we just put the old, constitutional, ball and chain back around your sorry ass ankles!  Too bad, you can either serve and protect us, or get the fuck out of law enforcement, you don't get a free ride to poison me, just like the first time, back in 2000, I didn't die, and I am not going to die this time . . . figured your fucking patterns out again, and stopped taking the alleged, diet, Green Tea Beans, or weight control, given to me, by one of your ugly fucking bitches from New York, staying at the Poverello Homeless Shelter.  She acted like a suck up hag ass bitch from the get-go . . . not the way most homeless chicks act, even bad ass con law chicks, like myself!  LOL!

YOU SUCK AT YOUR JOBS!  I can read you like a god-damn book . . . Shelley, the book mi ester, no good, dumb ass hag, could never be my double in 10 billion light years, even with my money!  LOL!  It is all in the attitude, passion and experience . . . you can't train a cop bitch on that!  I can always, rat out your dumb ass, undercover, pretend, bad boy, bikers, and such, because they are so stupid, that they actually think, that I am as stupid as they are!  LOL!  We all tend to project our mentality, on the other person, . . . I keep thinking you are smarter than you are, because I am smart, and you keep thinking that I am dumb, because you and your fucking troops, are actually, some of the dumbest people I have had the sorry chance to meet, and way more than I would probably ever, know!  Get a fucking grip, you are dealing with a pro, trained by your stupidity, over the last 6 years, if not dating back to 2000, when you first poisoned me, and tried to substitute Shelley in my place . . . just as Shellie Barrett, is a cheap imitation of her smarter, esteemed sister, who presides over the Montana Legislative Senate, with due respect, and she does a knock out job . . . I am that much more esteemed, and respected, looked up to, and  have paid my dues to get where, your lame ass chicks are trying to get to, but just can't pull it off . . . NSA just tried to protect, their female assets, FUCKING FLUSH THEM, if you know what is best for you . . . they can't be ME!  And you are as stupid and lame ass as they are to think you could pull this little stunt off!

Still Sicker Than a Dog!

Going back a few days, already having written about the two nights of night fears, in Missoula, first the day before the Senate vote on the Salish-Kootenai water compact, that is a huge deal, and later, after I wrote about the Thursday night episode, leading to the brass asses ordering a pay back night of terror . . . this is what we are paying our cops to do, at all levels, terrorize, politically active and caring individuals, that just happen to be more credible than they are!  Eat it fuckers!  So, one of the last days I was in Missoula, this New York, grey haired, ugly bitch, who ended up parking her sorry fat ass, next to my punk, and started to team up with Garrett, the black undercover cop, who has followed, or shown up from Great Falls to Kalispell, to Missoula, being gone, until I showed up again, and getting more and more vicious, as I refuse to hang out or be involved with him.  You see, they, the feds, keep sending me guys, who they think I will like, and I sometimes do . . . but generally, I can sense the resistance and hatred coming through, after a while . . . and most of them are not good at this, with someone like me, who has been through the FBI dating game, about 200 times, with fewer than 5 agents, matching up with me, because thisd Patriot Act, bull shit, is totally contrary to the Constitutional law chick, and all that I stand for, fight for, and dig!  So eventually, the true colors come out, and the real nature of the beast, I am dealing with shows up, as was the case with Garrett and Mary, I think, or was that one of the other undercover bitches?

On the morning of the said, offering of the alleged diet supplement, to help me lose weight, which surprised me, given the mornings events, leading up to the offering of the poison . . . I generally wake up at around 4:00 a.m., but due to the stress, sometimes, I will slip up and sleep in, until around 5:30 a.m., just about the time that staff wakes us up.  Now, there are lockers in the hall, that we all get access to, but some are nearer to the ground and harder to get to, so we use a chair, that sits in the hall, for easy access.  The night before, the chair was missing in the shower area, that I like to use, so I decided to grab the one in the hall, and use in the bathroom area, so I have something to put my clothes on.  I am usually, to only one up there, right after dinner.  Mary, or whatever her name is, don't care to know, but she comes up, just as I am puling the chair in the bathroom, and gets pissed, needs it for her locker . . . okay, I yield to her and give her the chair, no big deal.  So, the next morning, being the courteous person that I am, realizing that while I am older than she is, she looks 10 to 20 years older, so I will respect my elders, and give her the chair if she needs to get in her locker.  She opted out, and walked down to get coffee, so I continued to get ready.

She comes back up with coffee, and stands right over me, telling me she needs the chair, knowing full well, that at this point, it is first in time, first in right, kind of like water rights.  But, not being in the mood to be an ass, like her, I yield to her and give her the chair, no skin off my chin.  So, I walked in and decided to take a morning shower, using the chair, that was now, back in the bathhouse area, with 7 great showers.  She comes in and sees me with the chair, again, first in time, first in right, but I ask her if she wants the chair, again yielding to my elder looking mates.  She, gets immediately pissed and decided not to take a shower.  Later, I am sitting in the hall, again, finishing getting ready, and she walks up bitching and moaning about someone leaving the bath towels in the halls, and wonders who did it, picking up the towels . . . and looking at the coffee cup, that is not to be taken from the dining room, I say, probably the same person who takes the coffee cups out of the eating area and lea . .ves them all over the place . . . that shuts her up!  And I said it nicely.  Later, when it is light, and I am rarely back at the Pov, at that time, not a Pov. groupie like most of the slugs that are there, Mary, for lack of a better name to call her, comes up all rosy and nice, and hands me these Green Tea Beans, which I thought was nice, and noticed that the seal was not brBackoken, so I took them and thanked her for them.

BaLucky for Me, I Am Not Good at Taking Meds or Pills

So, I forget that I have these beans, for the first several days, and then, decide to put them in my make up kit, so I can remember to take them both, morning and night, which I finally did, starting, maybe Sunday or Monday, the dates that I start to get flu like symptoms, all of the sudden.  And not only flu like symptoms, but like almost a distended belly, with the feeling that my gut is going to rip, even when I haven't eaten much, which somewhat struck me as strange.  Then I got this bad taste in my mouth, that made even the best meal and drink taste nasty!  I think I got to Helena, last Tuesday night, and by that time, I was feeling like shit, could barely breath, and had a hard time walking from the bus terminal to God's Love Shelter!  I did what I normally do with sickness, ignore it and hope it goes away.  What will knock someone out, barely leaves a dent in my physical fitness . . . so, what may take someone days to get over, will just take me, maybe an hour.  I went to the legislature, on Wednesday, just in time to hear the great news about the Senate and the new requirements for POST, and to listen to the water compact debates, in the Senate . . . which I was upset about, and could barely make it from the Capitol to the shelter . . . sick, sick, sick!

On Wednesday, between the first and second sessions of the legislative calendar and hearings, I went over to write my blog, estatic about the passage of the bill, on the cops.  I was not able to get my personal computer, out of the claws of the NSA, who were all over it, first thing, but I did get to meet and compliment, Senator, Jennifer Fielder, the sponsor of the bill, and possibly the woman, who called me out, of the audience, two years ago, and asked me to tell the House Judiciary . . . I know, they switch back and forth, between the two houses of the legislature, because of term limits, so I am not sure, but, she seemed to take notice when I told her how happy I was about the bill, and that I was a constitutional law attorney, which she seemed to take particular note of . . . maybe recognized the real, JoAnn, the face is mine, and doesn't look like the fake running around for two years, taking credit, and masquading as me!  But, I was able to get my blog done.  But, I am continually feeling worse and worse, which is very untypical of my sickness patterns, if I ever get sick!  Flu, never!  Cough, hack, and cold, yeah!

Back at the Ponderosa, Roommates Have Changed!  Typical!

So, the first night I got there, Tuesday, my two roommates, are stoked and talkative, cool, and happy to have me there to talk to, other than Kathy, the Indian from Alaska, is quiet, but was nice enough, and both were verty helpful, like is always the case, I can get along with everyone, and most people dig the fact that I am an attorney, especially, when they find out that I have taken on cops, prosecutors and judges, and this was not exception.  Marilyn, the talkative on, had been involved in child sacrifices, and, according to her, she was cut up and laid out, as a human sacrifice, by the local sheriff and other cops, in Olympia, Washington, until the Hell's Angels came to her rescue, and 5 gun them down, bikers, saved her, but they ended up in jail or prison for 5 years, for the rescue, and shoot out . . . true or not?  I generally, find there is an element of truth to what people say, to some extent.  Her husband is Indian, a Marine, also worked for Blackwater for 27 years, but had some PTST and got caught doing a crime and was, currently servingD time in Deer Lodge, the place of the men's prison, but, is expected to get out in May, 2015 . . . but, with any charge, someone is always succeptiable to a bribe to get them out sooner, as I believe she was, because, that night, when I got back, all my stuff was taken, roughly so, and yanked out of the drawers in Room II, and just thrown on the bed in Room I, and both women, acted totally different!  And the poison mill starts, as usual!

Marilyn told me, during the first conversation, that her mother-in-law, was a former CIA agent, and her father's dad, had been a cop.  The other roommate, heard me talking to former, Senator, Verdell Jackson, about the water compact, and she may, have either gotten pissed, or she and Marilyn, could have been a plant from the very first, perfect roommates either to bribe or to dislike me right off the bat, with Marilyn, while white, saying that she is Indian in her heart and soul, and that her husband is everything to her . . . motive, access, and opportunity to bribe the chicks, easy!  At this same time, Shellie Barrett, of Lincoln, shows up, well the following morning.  But during the night, I have a strange dream, with some kids, who seemed to know me, but were kind of stray kids, who needed something legal done, or it seemed that way. And in my dream, Michael Brimley, my old love interest from my undergraduate days, but also someone I am connected with, through the subconscious, was in my dream, with his wife, and their grown adult kids, attending a formal dinner.  My father, shows up and is super-imposed over or in front of the Brimleys', and had asked Mike to do some small legal work, dealing with family law, which is an area, I have not only practiced in, but have taught in at both the University of Utah and BYU!  I was a bit offended, that he would take a construction law attorney, a good attorney, but one not in the field and tried to bump me out of the legal arena . . . which is what he has tried to do with Kay, Kelly, even non-lawyer sisters, or lawyer nieces, Shelley, Rachel, Sue, Marcie, Tiffany and the Megs, Southwick and Nesbitt . . . very average at best attorneys!  Needless to say, as a white Dodge Durango, is driving through the Hardee's Drive Thru in Helena, near Carrole College, where I am typing this blog, after getting the hell out of Dodge early this morning!  LOL!  But, that would be very consistent with a father who is jealous as hell, of his daughter, can't control her, and had a profession, saved by the very daughter he hated the most!  ME!

DADDY DEAREST . . . I WILL KILL YOU!

In the dream, I am somewhat shocked an protesting a bit, and my father said, point blank, I will kill you!  Now, I don't think, that this is new, he has tried, and tried, and tried again, to kill me, has had hits out, and done all in his power to protect the Mormon Muffins, from being exposed by me, and I am sure that the water compact is scaring the hell out of him, that the original person, who did all the work, before, Shelley and Sue, tried to steal it by writing historical accounts of the meetings, but so far and so lame, light years from a constitutional analysis, that my appearance in Helena, is making him very nervous, and the pills were suppose to take me out before getting to the state Capital!  I tried to figure out, what would make him be so violent, and I compared my lifestyle, helping stray kids to that of Mike's family, regardless of whether Mike is as miserable a man as he can be, he is, sticking with the program, as my father and mother did, and they hated each other for 50 years, and she still resents him!  But the dream was indicative of lifestyle choices, and Mike's wife, didn't look all that happy either!  LOL!

But, it was a short dream and my father didn't mince words, and I am sure, it is his intent to kill me, if he can, and he has, I am sure, with all his Mormon zeal, insisted, that my claims in my blogs, about him, his daughters, and other attorneys, like Kay Baby and Kelly Ann Booth the Mormon Church Prophet, President Monson's grand-daughter, and in a manner of protecting the true liars, is claiming that, I am for sure the liar, depending on my poverty and shelter living to prove that I am not an attorney, as many have decided or are so stupid to think, that someone who has taken on the enemies, the state, local and national battering systems in going to go through that unscathed and rich!  LOL!  What a fucking joke!  My life is proof positive, that I am the right one . . . much like, Edward Snowden, who is living in exile, once you whistleblow, or expose the government, like he and myself, and many others, who were not as lucky, sealing their testimonies with their mysterious deaths, in fact, Greta, my daughter, just gave me a link to some young guy, genius, who did all he could to expose the government, and he allegedly committed suicide . . . I have my doubts, they just finally got him, they are going to stage my death also, if they can ever get me!

Rumor Mill Working Over-Time--Biker Fake Dude!

From the second, I showed up at God's Love, where I have been, at least two other times, which, the night I checked in, Richard, the night guy, on duty, went through all the forms you have to fill out, when you come stay . . . surprise, surprise, surprise . . . he couldn't find either time, that I had stayed their; however, he did pull out two forms, that seemed to have some significance to him.  And he had me fill out a new one, and as he looked over my new form, he seemed to be comparing it to, two other ones.  Now, I know that Dave and Anne, have been bribed, because, in the past, I have had to leave, ASAP, with sting ops set ups, so most likely, Howard Pryor, whom was a CIA plant, when I first came, and a jilted lover, would be easily, as all my jilted lovers, to be willing to lie, and say that I was actually Shelley, sister, alleged evil twin, and she is me, that seemed to be what was happening, that night.  And I know, that I am being framed as her, while she is the real criminal, she has long, claimed to be me, and has gotten way with it, with the help of the cops, right from the get go . . .!  So, the guy, thinks, he has caught Shelley, while he has the real person, ME, and I am the fake, and she is the real . . . this is these guys job and worth billions!  Come on, they are good at some things, as long as the person doesn't know what is going on.

So the next day, Dave and Anne, bright and early, with Shellie Barrett, maybe filling in as her, more famous sister, who is up on the hill conducting business, and she, is testifying, that I am Shelley, my sister, while she is pretending to be her sister!  Cleaver!  Right!  But, Anne and Dave, are freaking out, and acting all nervous, because, they know damned well, that they have the real attorney, a far cry from biologist, playing attorney, who can bite their asses off so fast, as I have with other shelters, who fuck me over, like the bogus census, in Missoula, they truly have a rattlesnake by the tail, and they know it!  They have lied, and recieved grants, abnd monies, from my funds, that Shelley has stolen, to use against me!  A bit scary don't you think.  Dave and Anne, are pressuring me for a date that I am leaving . . . I kept telling them, that I was watching several bills, like two that would help the homeless, expungement and record clearing, and that isn't good enough, they are pushing for a date that I am vacating the premise!  I told them that I would leave by March 6, the date that Senator Verdell Jackson's funding bill for legal fees, should the water compact pass, was being heard on the Hill!  Anne, said, now write that down to Dave, who has acted like a scared little girl, since the second he saw me come in . . . honesty, really is always, always, always, the best policy!  You don't have to cover your tracks and worry about what you have told someone, especially, when it is a lie!

Calling in the Troops to Help . . . I Am Just Sick, So . . .

So, the day after the session, I am not really talking to anyone, other than Shellie Barrett, who allegedly, is a home health nurse for a vet, and the cops woke her up in the middle of the night, and took the vet to the hospital and brought, Shellie and her dog, or on the rolls, Shelley, because, Dave came and took her name and put it on some list, so try to make it look, like there are two JoAnn's or that Shelley, was really there! Good God, what is your soul worth?  Not much, obviously!  Mine is priceless!  But, Shellie and I hit it off, but, at least on two occasions, I tried to avoid sitting by her, but she always made her way over to where I was sitting.  We talked about her situation, and I recommended that she get a cop escort and told her she had every right to be in the Lincoln home of the vet, that she was taking care of, had a contract with, and had the keys to, with all her belongings at.  She didn't seem interested in any legal solutions, and told me that her friend from Great Falls, was coming to get her.  

Shellie Barrett, looked so much like her sister, Debbie, who is on the front cover of the Helena, Independent Record, along with Bullock, Sesso, and Hunter . . . symbolic, that I was sure that it was Shellie, but Shellie had a different hair style--shorter, and really bad teeth, and looking at her sister, Debbie, who has longer hair, and did the day I was up at the Senate debates, on Wednesday, that, it dawned on me, that Shellie, is her sister, or even a twin, the evil twin, just like Shelley is my alleged evil twin, and I never looked like her, until, I put on weight!  Scream . . . and like Shellie Barrett, who appeared to lighten her hair, with dark roots, but a cute short hair do, like mine has been cut before, she doesn't look like a real blonde, but her sister, President of the Senate does . . . she is a total look alike, both thin and attractive.  And several guys took note of Ms. Shellie Barrett, who was talking with me, about all kinds of government, blog and Kennedy stuff!  I told her to go to Butte Rescue Mission and meet him . . . she claimed to have been their before, and seemed or claimed to have known some of the people I know, but then her timeline didn't match, she had been there two years ago, not realizing, that I had just been their a Christmas, and claimed to know, Nick and Mark, both gone now!  And neither one there two years ago, or at least Nick had not. k But she looks like a Company Chick . . . she knew too much, and even used the term, "Doppleganger" one that I have only heard, other than from myself, once!  

She sent me in a couple of texts, and that was it.

Cheerleader, Alleged Biker Dude . . . HA!

From the first day, this loud-mouth, show off, was trying to get my attention.  He started hanging with Marilyn, who seemed to be friends, with my new roommate, Darcy, who seemed to be the boyfriend of biker boy, who was clean cut, all new clothes, white running shoes, and all new biker duds . . . not quite the biker dude clothes, nor a homeless dudes stuff, but cutsy as hell, cheerleader, like.  But, he let me go in line first one night, and said, like I would like, ladies first, and I can't believe these guys don't have ladies and children first.  I told him that I always appreciate a gentleman, and that was as far as the conversation went. That night, Darcy came into bed, I had been in bed, most of the day, other than meals, and feeling sicker and sicker, and had gone to sleep right after dinner.  So, boyfriend, comes pouncing on her, on her bed, playing teenage games, too old for that, but grabbing her, kissing her, telling her, he loved her, and no, he loved her more . . . cutsy shit like that!  Gag!  These types, like Brett, want women to cat fight over them . . . but they better make sure that the women want him!  LOL!  Brett made that mistake, and I told him, he made his bed with Kay, and now he gets her . . . he nearly ran us off the road!  Bad play book for mature women!  CIA shit!  Immature as hell!

That was Thursday night, Friday, I really didn't talk to anyone, still staying in, and writing my blog, that took hours.  I read some from The Atlantic Magazine, keeping a real low profile, don't give a rat's ass if anyone likes me or not, and had been wondering with the new information, that James Kennedy had either been shot in an alleged drug deal, or broke his leg skiing, and was ashamed he had been staying at the Butte Rescue Mission, and had actually considered, leaving the day after the water compact vote, because the House would not be voting for a month, and I was curious to check out Kennedy's story, and to see him, so I really, other than feeling like shit, was mentally out of there!  I don't stay long, only until I can get away, and I still could, and Butte was looking to be more fun, that God's Love . . . especially after what happens next!

I RESURFACE ABOUT 7:00 P.M. FOR SNACKS

So, I start feeling a bit better, I can at least walk out of the bedroom without getting sick and tired.  So, I bring my computer into the dining area, and grab a cupcake and a Diet Pepsi, because I am still too sick to walk around the corner to the Man's Shop, hating the idea of the shop with porn and sex tools in the back . . . Howard took me there to shock me, when we were both there, June of 2013!  Pepsi would have to do.  But, I was listening to the news, Rachel Maddow, first time I had been able to get her in a long while since my computer was fried, over a month and a half ago, in Missoula, around Christmas!  I finally bought one!  My home entertainment center is back!  But the couple across the table from me, annoying the hell out of me, kept asking me what I was doing and watching.  We discussed Alaska and Washington, D.C. legalizing recreational marijuana, and the Congress men, R-UTAH! lame ass Jason Chavetz, or however you spell his name and other do gooders, threatening to arrest and jail, the beautiful, black, female Mayor Bowser, if she doesn't stop enforcing the citizens's initiative and referendum, passing by like 79%, in favor, and abide by these fuckers, rather than her constituents . . . I was laughing and having a great time, watching the Mayor and Rachel, with their sarcastic looks, and smiles!  I am right there with them!  Screamm!

Cheerlead, biker dude approaches me, and asks me what I am doing . . . I tell him I am watching news on my computer.  He asked me, telling me I was cute, why I didn't get off my high horse and come hang with the crew at the shelter?  He went on to ask me if I liked, biker dudes?  Bad boys, and he had a hard time spitting that out, so, I was reading between the lines, undercover, not really a biker dude.  But he was a reformed meth addict, and I needed to stop writing on my blog about all these other people and just focus on writing about him!  I said, Ok, I will get a legal pad tomorrow, and write about you.  He told me how he beat meth, and was clean and went out of his way to stay away from drugs . . . cool.  I then told him about the new legislation making the cops study the constitutions and Bill of Rights . . . this is where he lost it!  Cop, cop, cop . . . they just can't separate world "A" the cops world, where they hate me, and world "B" where they are pretending to like me, or at least get to know me.  That all went up in flames, when I said, hey, talked about the cops, and how excited I was about the legislation--he asked me why I was here anyway, and why I had broken glasses.  I told him because I sued cops, prosecutors and judges, and asked if he wanted to see my blog, and how many hits I have, and have had before the NSA killed my blog, have tried to kill me, blew up my car, sheriffs stole my truck, when I out ran them, etc.  He wanted none of that, and he started to go ape-shit on me!

You Are A Cop, You Are Scaring the Hell Out of the Homeless . . . Screaming For Me to Close Up My Computer, And Get the Hell Out!  What?

He told me I was not one of them, that everyone was afraid of me, that I was some cop . . . I informed him that, no, actually, I was fighting for legislation to clear the records of the homeless, by getting expungement and record clearing, as well as working on better DUI laws . . . sad, when someone, who has believed in Kay or one of the fake bitches, realizes, that they have been wrong the whole time, for years, and the real person, who had done all these great thing, either for or against cops, the real woman, was sitting here, staring him in the face . . . he got violent, and said he had only $3 in his pocket and he needed to go take care of people who were sleeping on the streets because of me, and I had $357 million in my pocket . . . where did he get that amount, the amount that Utah, Mormons, CIA, FBI, Mitt, Kay, family, Senator Hatch and the Mormon contingency in Washington had stolen from me . . . I didn't back down at all!  He told me I belonged with my kind, at the police station, or in the mental ward!  What?  Where was all this venom coming from?  I stayed calm, as he screamed, that out of respect for these people, being, in his place . . . what, typical cop lingo, with no boundaries, wanted me out, close that computer, NOW!  I am just watching news, what the hell are you doing, we should be on the same side!  We are not on the same side, get out!

I turned to the guy across the table, who was looking scared, because all his verbosity and foaming at the mouth, threats, and whatever were working, as I calmly said, to the guy across the table, we were just watching news, weren't we?  He looked scared.  I told him, that I would close my computer, not for him, but for some who might actually believe their shit and rumors, and left, going in my room.  He tried to make the biggest scene, hoping I guess that he could call the cops, staff didn't do a thing, so they had to be in on it!  I don't embarrass easily, take a number, so many people hate me it is not funny, jealousy and envy are hideous, and cops seem to be the worst, especially, ones, who have a personal interest . . . they know damn well after talking to me, I am the real gal, the one, who did it all!  That even pisses them off more.  When I didn't seem at all shaken, others, who looked like they were in on the gig, chimed in and asked me about Shellie Barrett . . . where did she go . . . I guess to Lincoln.  No, she didn't go to Lincoln, acting like they had just caught me in some CIA cover-up and my gal, who I didn't know from Adam, was leading them all astray, and I was in on it.  All I said, was, that is where she told me she lived, and where she was going.  I don't really know her . . . that silenced them.

Marilyn, comes bursting in my room, yelling, I know who you are, you are married to CIA, and you are hurting everyone in here, you need to leave.  I just brushed her off, basically ignored her, after telling her I had never been married to CIA, at least that they admitted to, and that I was not a cop, in fact that total opposite.  She acted frustrated and left.  I could hear, the gang bangers, who didn't get a big response from me, nor get me to leave, nor get me to get pissed at them, so they could call the cops, went in the room next door, saying she tried to tell me off!  She is like a little fly, just bugging me . . . I imagined, flipping her off with a finger, and waving her out the door.   I decided against, pissing them off further, who knows what crazies and their friends are here?  LOL!  Another meeker, roommate, who sleeps sitting up, in chair, and wakes up every time I go to the bathroom, never takes off her shoes, and most likely paid to watch the ghost, who has eluded the God's Love crew, on more than one occasion . . . this is what really pisses them off, the best laid plans of mice, men, gals, cops, grant takers, and sting ops, are pissed that they didn't get me before, so they are twice as energized to get me this time!  LOL!  Gotta love getting to them!  Even when they bring it on twice as strong!  Oh, I just remembered, I happened to mention, that I saw cheerleader jump on his girlfriend, and kiss her . . . she is not my girlfriend, and I can have anyone I want . . . NOT ME!  

So, this other chick, who came in the room, the all-nighter, said, I am sorry, like I give a rat's ass about the homeless crowd or the alleged popular, cop gals, they are all one in the same, there are not many people I am impressed with, and cheerleader boy, bragging to other guys about the number of pussy he gets, makes me even sicker!  I can't respect me or women like that . . . I like people with some depth, convictions, morals, ethics, loyalties, and character, looks alone, just don't cut it with me!  Never have, they help, never will, when push comes to shove . . .won't go there, if I think the guys a loser, no matter how hot, because, he loses his appeal for me, when there is nothing behind it!  Remember that, men and women, get more for your buck and go for character, it will last longer, and this guy was not the least bit, attractive to me . . . I mentioned James, and again, he bout ape-shit, things just not going Barbie boyz way!  LOL!  Anyway, I told girlfriend, I didn't give a rat's ass, whether anyone in the club liked me, and she immediately left to tell them I am sure, but that seemed to quiet her.  Darcy, cheerleader's alleged girlfriend or booty call, seemed hurt, and just came in and went to bed.  Other chick who tried to pay hard girl, in the morning, talking about trust and nobody touching her stuff, also, just went to bed, staff never got involved . . . I can handle things myself.

Sip A Sweet Escape!

I had a hard time sleeping, because of the damned Pepsi, that I hate anyway, and the bed is just springs, so very uncomfortable, tossed and turned, finally, went to sleep.  I woke up at about 5:30 a.m, with a splitting headache . . . making me think, that morning, is going to be a carry over and they are still going to be pissed, and the thought came from, inside my head, the splitting headache is a sign to split, and the thought came to mind, extremely dangerous!  You never know, what kook resides here, or what cops will show up, and so I split!  I slide out the front door, totally undetected, before the staff went around to wake everyone up.  I went over to Starbucks, and enjoyed a hot chocolate, and watched about 5 cop, SUVs, going from the cop shop on the hill, cruising past Starbucks . . . LOL!  Generally, shifts change at around 7:00 a.m., so first a sheriff went by, then the 5 cops heading down the street leading to the bus station, where I thought about walking down.  Thanks God, I watch and wait . . . the tracked, watching the trackers, try to track me! LOL!  Two summers ago, the Helena cops, were out in force, found my clothes and suitcase, out behind a large generator, near a western shop, across from the Helena Capital City Gym!  

They set up a sting op, on me, after, me watching them, go to the Spice Store, Blue Moose Yogurt, and the gym, after, I had been to the gym, purchased a swimming suit at the sport's shop, and had a yogurt, so hot on my trial, and as always, a matter of being aware of your surroundings, noticing what is normal and what is out of the norm . . . a cop, running from one shop to the next, that you had been to, just less than an hour before, was not normal, and there was a rat at the gym, who seemed to watch what I was doing.  But, that day, I knew, that they had discovered my suitcase, behind the generator, after having God's Love set me up on a sting op that didn't work, like they never do, but putting the cops, on amped up adrenaline . . . that $10,000 bounty can buy a lot of cop parties!  LOL!  But, I knew they would be watching my suitcase, so, I waited until about 3:45 a.m., and made my break for the suitcase.  I got it, and ditched over to the bus station, and while waiting for the station to open up, all of the sudden, I heard, screaming cop cars, going up and down the street, that was on the back side of the gym and the front side of generator shop . . . but, all of the sudden, the flood lights went on at the bus terminal, and so I ditched my bag in the bushes outside the bus station, and took off, for the shadows, across the parking lot, over near some buildings and watched the cops, searching for me!  LOL!

They almost caught me once--I wanted to go to Great Harvest Bread Store, to get a Diet Coke and cinnamon bun, so good, and worth the risk!  LOL!  As I got up to the corner of the street above the Ocean Beauty food store or storage, a cop, came cruising back and parked on the corner, as I just ignored him or her, and went on my way to get my breakfast feast.  Cop cars were going up and down Montana Street, with more than regular beats.  I think I ought to get some of my money, $10,000 for each of the cop shops I have beat over the last three years, since the day I was sworn in, to the United States Supreme Court Bar, plus, $10 billion for punitive damages, and all the money they, have stolen from me, let alone, trying to kill me, non-stop, feeling completely sick right now . . . poison, flu symptoms last 3 days, and for me, about one hour, because I am healthy . . . this is something else!

My Time In Montana Has Been Rough . . . But, I Still Have My Love Affair With the State, Especially, For Doing What They, the Legislature Did This Week, Including the Constitution & Bill of Rights, Back Into the Training!  The Patriot Act is So, FUCKED UP . . . Thanks!