ST. PADDY'S DAY HANGOVERS, EPISCOPALIAN DEACON--ST. PATRICK WOULD BE ASHAMED; OUTRAGE ON CAMPUS--ABC, CAMPUS ALCOHOL & BEVERAGE CONTROL COPS, BLOODY BLACK HONOR STUDENT, OUTSIDE IRISH PUB. BIBI, ISRAEL'S PRIME MINISTER, TWO STATE SOLUTION TO ISRAELI/PALESTINIAN CONFLICT . . . POLITICS AT ITS WORST, JUST TO GET ELECTED, THEN CHANGE BACK--SHOULD U.S. TRUST NETENYAHU (SPELLING ?). GOVERNOR DANNELL MALLOY, CONNECTICUT AND LEGISLATURE, VOTE TO ERASE MARIJUANA RECORDS, TO HELP WITH JOBS, HOUSING AND GETTING ON WITH LIFE . . . NICE PRECEDENCE FOR OTHER STATES TO FOLLOW. CONGRATULATIONS TO CVS PHARMACIES, PUT MONEY WHERE MOUTH IS--TAKE OUT CIGARETTES, OFF SHELVES, PUSHING FOR LESS SMOKING--CHOICE, HEALTH OVER AMERICAN GREED . . . GOOD EXAMPLE! SIGNING OFF FROM HANGING HOOTERS RANCH! LOL! HILLARY FOR PRESIDENT! BILL'S NO DUMMY . . . MONICA? YUCK!

St. Paddy's Day Hangovers!

Deacon, Reprimands Party Goers & Revelers In Butte--Not About Partying!

I am guilty as charged!  After pushing the partying atmosphere, that probably doesn't need to be pushed in Butte, Montana, I attended the religious presentation of a regular at the Butte Rescue Mission, I think his name is Paul, older, grey haired, pony tail, got up and gave an after St. Paddy's Day lecture, telling us, that St. Patrick, the real Saint, not the one I saw, riding in the parade and hanging out at Cavenaugh's County Celtic Shop, everything Irish and Celtic, way cool store, and fun as hell to just browse and check everything out, was actually, Sainted for possibly something to do with rats or lions, but he was not sure on that, but he did bring all the Irish Warlords together and converted them to Christianity, promoted belief in Jesus Christ, forgiveness for sins, the same ones, I was joking about in my last title, gracing the parade and forgiving us for all the sins were were going to commit that night . . . not me, but you!  LOL!

I can claim ignorance on four counts: (1) I am not Catholic--if that is what St. Patrick was, I think so . . . ; (2) I am not Irish, just joining in the fun; (3) none of my Irish or Catholic friends passed this bit of knowledge on to me, either before I wrote my three or so blogs, promoting the party aspect of St. Paddy's having wanted to end up in Butte, for the celebration, after missing it last year, talking to party goers, on their way to Butte, while I was on my way to Salt Lake City, or somewhere; and (4) I was raised Mormon, and had no idea that there was any connection with something religious at all!  I always thought the day was about wearing something green so you didn't get pinched, making green eggs or pancakes for breakfast, like my beautiful daughter did, living outside Washington, D.C., or eating corn beef and cabbage!  I apologize to those of you, in Butte, that might have been appalled by me pushing the festive aspect of the day, so fun, so cool, and really great parade.  However, next year, being very about being a Jesus Girl, I will also, mention the warring lords of the Irish, coming together, in Christianity, and taking up hearts and lives, dedicated to Jesus Christ, the only name under Heaven for which we can be saved!  All about that!

God forbid, I need Jesus watching over me . . . I am now, safely in Kalispell, Montana, after entertaining an idea of going to Durango, Colorado, to meet up with Mr. Kennedy, but was unable to get connections, surprise, surprise, surprise . . . surveillance everywhere!  After trying every route, from Denver to Salt Lake, and back, with seemingly no connections or services to Durango, a big time resort town, as I recall from my visits, 25 years, and 40 years ago, I was shocked that I couldn't get there.  After being poisoned again, right after booking my bus ticket to Grand Junction, at least within striking distance, from Durango, and some creative maneuvering, I thought I could make it . . . that was until, I went across the street to the diner, and got  breakfast, that took longer than usual, since I have eaten there many times, so I know the normal turn around time, between ordering and bringing the food, this took much longer than normal, so?  But, whomever didn't want me to go to Durango, implemented the precautions, of poison, making sure that I was so sick, that I couldn't make the trip to Grand Junction, where I have a former client, Hope M. Carlton-Levin, former Playboy Bunny Centerfold, Ms. July 1996, who owes, me a years worth of legal fees, and that would at least cover the ride to Durango, which I am sure they thought of . . . Hope took a bribe, dropped the appeal, which protected me against Judge Lyle Anderson, who fucked me out of $20,000 and everything I owned, after the Washington, Iron County, Salt Lake City, attorney general, governor, federal courts, already took everything from me in St. George, Utah, before one of my clients, who ended up dead, saved me from total devastation, and gave me his Parowan house, as payment for saving him, free, from 45 years in prison, when cops, set him up, getting him, three years probation, rather than any prison time!  I am sure that I could have strong armed Hope, to get me to my destination, they knew that too!

NOTE: NSA has jumped in twice, trying to make paragraphs disappear . . . fuckers, grow a pair, you assholes! Why aren't you doing something like, investigating the two senior secret service, dicks, who were drinking on the job, while they should have been protecting the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!  Or joining in on the investigation at the University of Virginia, with the ABC, cops getting out of control, on a not drunk, honor student, well respected, who ended up bloodied and arrested?  Don't think you can spend your time better than watching every damn word, I write, to protect the liars, the thieves that you are think with there in Mormon UTAH!  You send poison to me, via your fucking little army of missionaries or FBI, CIA, NSA fuckers, and can't catch the frauds?  Part of the problem!

DEATH AT THE BUTTE, BUS TERMINAL!

Okay, so I got back to the bus terminal, so sick . . . never, never, never, who have considered the bizarre route I would have to take to get to Durango, had I felt like this before, going to breakfast, so proof, positive something changed, between buying the ticket, to Grand Junction, and returning from breakfast . . . now deathly ill, change ticket from Grand Junction, to Missoula!  I just can't imagine making it to a destination that I am unfamiliar with, feeling like this.  I pride my self, in my health, generally, so healthy, but after being poisoned by the castor seeds, injected in to the Green Tea Bean, diet capsules, and barely, starting to feel human again, walking up to the St. Patrick's Day parade, lunch and back again, without collapsing, even having a cop wave to me--good sign!  I saw a 48 Hours, true crime show, with a woman named, Cheri . . . one of the names, Cher, that I have assigned to my wicked, big sister, Shelley, who has eyed my good name, reputation, law practice and life, children, grandchildren and all . . . hard to make up for a fucked up life, why not steal, good little sister's life?  Cops will help, and they have!  But, this bitch, in the episode, used her children, like a gang, and they were connected with the Crips, of the infamous, Crips & Bloods, much, like my sister, who has hand her sons, their wives, or alone, dependent on her for their own lives, and used them like a gang, to promote the theft of music, the theft of my house, Isaac, brings marijuana and guns, probably on parole . . . with sister there 24/7 for a year, why am I responsible for his sorry ass, that I can't stand?

Anyway, this series, that reminded me, not only in names, but in acts, in personalities, to some extent, I am now wilting flower, but nice, generally . . . but this white trash woman, which I would say, Shelley was until, she became me, and tried to force me into her trashy life, with her trashy kids, good kids, bad mother!  But this fat pig, had 9 children, Shelley had 4, 4 different dads, too . . . mine are all of the same daddy, Richard Clifton Secrist, but she had all her children taken from her . . . Shelley should have, but family stepped in with this welfare mother, until cops, family, church, took her off the welfare rolls, and put her in my name sake, saving her from warrants, jail, and whatever in the hell she was into, as well as her sons, who have been in and out of jail, mine have never been there . . . I have only been their through plans and deceptions!  But, she, Cheri, has her baby girl taken, when the baby is young, losing all her children, due to neglect.  So, she tries to take a friend's baby girl, which she fails to do, at least for 29 years, until, fate puts the two bad mother, and the baby girl of her friend together.  But, she uses the son's girlfriends, to have them sleep with her sons, to get the baby.  Vera Jo (symbolic JoAnn) hooks up, at the mother's request with Cheri's youngest son (I wouldn't do that, this is in name only) and she gets pregnant.

Vera Jo, becomes the family slave--that part applies, I make the money, they consider they are entitled to it, cases, blogs, legislation, water compacts, and whatever . . . I don't know what rock these fuckers, family, think they climbed out from under, guess they helped me a bit, when they poisoned me last time, so I owe them?  My father took $3,000 or more a month from my disability, when I was suppose to die.  And $200 million is not enough to pay for the poor care they gave me . . . truly were abusive, when I was poisoned, they just did it for the money, and they are doing it now for the money!  But, this Vera Jo, is considered the family slave, her baby she is carrying, is going to be, Cheri's, not hers, the mothers . . . Shelley has done this too, Elliot, and my other children, are her children, since she is embarrassed of her own children, stole my child's music, and now, she is just claiming them as her own!  But, after the baby is born, the family, sick, sick, sick, just want to get rid of Vera Jo . . . they beat her daily, lock her up, and eventually the boys, and another girlfriend, take her out to the railroad track, decide to kill her, cut her throat, take off her clothes, lay her on the tracks, waiting for the train to cut her up, and finish the job . . . she is with it enough, to get in between the tracks, and misses the train by 1 inch, but dies, but all in one piece.  The baby, goes ape shit, every time daddy, gets near her, sticking up for mommy.  She was adopted out!

ORANGE CRYSTALS ON COUGH FLEM--THROW UP ON BATHROOM FLOOR

Characteristics . . . flu like symptoms again!  The thing that changed, was the color of the flem, that I was coughing up, or what it looked like after it sat for a while . . . orange, and crystallized--emergency spit in a cup, on table, observed it, after a while, since I was spitting flem, all day!  Urine doesn't lie . . . I am one who knows how to read my health, through, urine color, stools, and abnormalities in bowl and excrement from the body.  My urine, had a burgundy color to it, light, but, ever so different!  I just kept getting sicker and sicker as time passed.  Finally, I hadn't had anything to eat, from breakfast to dinner, and some acquaintances, from the mission, offered me a piece of pizza, could have put another hit of poison on the pizza, because it tasted, 100% more salty, than usual.  I guess I should have been more cautious, but with each thing I did, I got sicker, progressively, until, my stomach, did what it hasn't since I was a child, or pregnant, and threw up 20 times a morning . . . but, I started turning green, and got up to run to the toilet, which I was visiting every 10 minutes, it seemed, and on the way in, barfed all over the newly mopped bathroom floor!  I cleaned up after myself, but was so sick, I could hardly stand.

I passed on the bus, to Grand Junction, and was waiting for the bus terminal to make enough money to reimburse me for the ticket, because they had to have $150 cash, in the drawer at any time.  I missed the 5:40 bus to Missoula, still not enough cash.  By night, I was so sick, I didn't know what to do, almost didn't care about refund, just wanted to get safe and in bed somewhere!  The guy who sold me the ticket, the son-in-law of Terry the manager, looked at me and wondered why I was still here?  I told him about the possible poisoning at the diner, or food poison, but given the totality of the circumstances, poisoned laced food more likely, but he said, yeah, you were not the slightest bit sick this morning . . . so?  He could tell the difference, and was a medic in the military, and made some suggestions that might help, tried to doctor me as best he could, and he did help, stomach started to settle a bit, but I was on that bus by 5:40 a.m., hang the money, I need my health . . . castor seeds, poisoned socks? caused me to itch and itch, Brooke volunteered the new socks, that I didn't ask for . . . didn't wear a second pair!  And now poisoned food!  

Poison worked back in 2000, took 8 years of my life, why not try it again, cops couldn't catch me, so let's just poison her!  I guess silencing me, took priority over their American greed, for my blog!  Hitting 15,000,000 to 24,000,000 for almost every second, on bing, gave up publishing on google, they are cheating me out of my hits, so times this by about several other search engines!  I am feeling a bit better, sitting typing my blog, in room 115, Super 8, hotel, Kalispell, Montana . . . if I expire, I want people to have a starting point, by which to start an investigation, if that isn't too much to ask for the largest heist in the nation's history . . . watched, movie, Slumdog Millionaire, what, because I am not a Kennedy, Rockerfeller, Clinton, Heinz, I can't make money . . . the Internet, is the last frontier, look a my fucking numbers, and that only tells part of the story, most of the hits are buried and stolen, or in the dark web, deep internet!  I should be a fucking multi-billionaire by now!  Chump change, or favor, frauds?  All on the payroll, so they are not going to investigate . . . Shelley's son came home from school one day, in junior high, and he said, that some popular girl told Ty, he would never be popular, Shelley told him, oh yeah, if you give $5 to each kid in school, you will be popular . . . yeah, that is her motto, and it worked, integrity, honesty, loyalty, oh, hell no, money, oh, hell yeah, even if they get the money, from the coffers of the same person they are being paid to fuck!  FUCK ALL OF YOU!  It is my money, you are getting, she didn't make it, I did!

UVA Student--Martese Johnson--Students Have Duel Residents When IN College!  ABC Cops Should Know This!  Wrong Zip Code?  Arrest?  Bloodied Face?  Come ON!

I just applied to be legal counsel, at Montana State University, before that application, I considered, the job announcement for assistant police chief, just because on incidents, like this one, involving, Alcohol, Beverage Control Cops . . . no, just control cops!  There is an investigation going on, with the Department of Justice, or the FBI, into what happened at the UVA, with Martese Johnson, who is an honor student, president, or something like that, but well known on campus, a third year student, so probably 21 years of age, of drinking age, although, it was reported that he was not drunk, blood alcohol tests showed that . . . so what was the deal?  I can only report what I heard, from the news, if I am translating it correctly, so trust what you get first hand, I was getting dressed, and going in and out this morning, but I heard that he was refused admittance to the Irish Pub, after midnight on St. Patrick's Day/Night, what is that about?  Perhaps the bar was closing, or whatever, Johnson's attorney, said, he never presented false ID, but I guess in fairness, that as the ABC cops, asked him for his ID, he gave the wrong zip code . . . which would be easy to do, since, students, generally, have two residents, or a domicile and a residence, one with their parents, which Johnson, did, parents in Chicago, and then a residence, at the UVA, so mistakenly giving the cops, the wrong zip code, the one you had used your whole life, might be more expected, than not, and the cops should know this.

Apparently, that was the cause for the arrest, the wrong zip code?  By what fucking law?  I couldn't even get someone charged with perjury, for lying on the witness stand, and as I understand, it the U.S. Supreme Court, it is okay for cops to lie on the witness stand, under certain circumstances?  REALLY?  I am glad it is not your ass on the hot seat!  But, so, a kid, from Chicago, going to school, in Virginia, accidentally giving the cops the wrong zip code, and why were they having him recite it in the first place?  Are they questioning the validity of the guy's states, driver's license division, that they entertain fraud, on a driver's license.  I don't think it is mandatory, even with the move to a new state, for a student to get a new driver's license.  I don't recall that me and my husband, as we went from Utah to Arizona, for grad school, ever changed our driver's license, we still saw ourselves as visitors, while in school, and residents of Utah, and never changed.  So, as the young man, was pinned, he yelled, over and over again, that he went to UVA, I go to UVA, I go to UVA you fucks!  I would be pissed as hell, and thank God, the blacks, are more forgiving, and this gracious young man, with students across campus, furious, said, we are all one in the community, and he hoped his wounds would heal . . . I am sure his 10 stitches on his head will heal, before the scares to his heart will!

A FELLOW STUDENT SAID:  NO MATTER WHAT WE DO, NO MATTER HOW WE DRESS, NO MATTER HOW SMART WE ARE . . . WE ARE STILL JUST BLACK!

This student, looked like an India, Indian, who said this, and how tragic, sad, and a pathetic commentary on the state of race relations in this country!  Someone on Morning Joe, news show, said, that they hoped that this incident, would serve as a time for healing, for education, for change . . . how many more of these incidents do these black students, their parents, their friends have to endure, before, the nation, who promotes due process and equal protection of the law . . . actually walks the walk?  We fucking, demand a change!  This young man, is well known, well respected, a student leaders, not in a gang, a terrorist group, but in an honor club!  What the fuck?  I would hope there is more to this story, because this is pathetic on several accounts, the Pub, with Irish, knowing full well what it is like to be discriminated against, in this country, a century ago, maybe that is why they all became cops!  But, that is my first question, why in the hell was he denied access?  Maybe he was just 17 when he entered college, and he is only 20, and you can't drink until you are 21?  His attorney, said he never showed fake ID, so what was the problem?  And smashing a face, arrest, for what?  Accidentally giving your home zip code?  What?  Really? What was he arrested for?  What was he beaten for?  Justification?

You know, this morning or last night on the news, someone stood up in the Senate, and was pushing for a vote on U.S. Attorney General Nominee, Loretta Lynch, stating that Congress was making her sit at the back of the bus, again, just like Rosa Parks, who was brave enough to sit up front, of the bus, and making the statement that Congress was just re-enforcing this mantra, from the 60's.  Senator McCain, stood up and wanted an apology from the other Senator, sorry didn't get his name, but I agree, and said, that we don't do that here in America . . . bull fucking shit!  Racism is at the bottom of both issues!  No matter how good they are, what achievements they make, how good their education and career track, when all is said and done, they are still just black!  And it is not just blacks, but every dark skinned person, Native Americans included, my friend, Sandra Ironman, she said that growing up, she was called a desert nigger . . . she lives in the mountains!  Don't you think it is time, to go for a more perfect UNION, and respect everyone? I do, college campuses, should be models of insight, equality, respect for brains and acumen, not places of violence, beatings, and disrespect, and discrimination!

WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS AMERICA!  WE DON'T NEED TO GO TO OTHER COUNTRIES TO FIGHT HUMAN RIGHTS--WE HAVE ISSUES RIGHT HERE!

Good For Connecticut--Marijuana Charges Can Be Erased!

Connecticut, is not willing to go so far as to say, that they approve of legalized marijuana, but they are sophisticated enough thinkers, to determine, that most marijuana users, are not threats to the community, and they want them to be able to get jobs, housing and not have their records, messed up for even the traditional time for expungement or record clearing.   For most felonies, someone is looking at having that on their record for 5 years, and for a misdemeanor, for about 3 years, and that is after they apply to have it expunged!  So, while the feds, still have marijuana, on the Schedule I, Substance Control list, right there with heroin and cocaine, can you imagine?  Silicone Valley, place of some of the best and brightest minds in the nation, has marijuana running rampant . . . just heard that it is high tech that is keeping the economy going, so?  Creative geniuses use it!  I have, however, seen, that some people can't handle it, but this state, has countered the negative effects of the feds, controlled substance, and made it possible to get records cleared.

The other night, I watched, the old movie, with Kevin Costner, playing FBI agent, Elliot Ness, in the Untouchables, dealing with the prohibition of liquor, the bootlegging, and the mob, imparticularly, Al Capone, who eventually went to jail for tax fraud.  But, alcohol, back in the day, is where marijuana today is, with the legalization.  Before Ness, came into the Chicago police department, he had undercover find out how many cops, were partaking of alcohol . . . almost all of them, yet they were the ones enforcing the laws, things are not different now, the cops are using it as regularly as everyone else, I got 8 cops fired in St. George, 2 on the Dixie State University campus, fired, back in 2008, for not only using, but growing marijuana in three counties, then selling it to medical marijuana states, and pushing it through drug cartels on the streets, call it job security, and getting big time grants from the feds!  But, Ness tells the cops, they are to refrain from using alcohol, during the busts and investigations.

At the end of the movie, and Al Capone and crew are going to jail for tax evasion, a reporter asked Ness what he was going to do, now that they were behind bars . . . if alcohol was legal, go home and have a cold beer!  I think this statement says a lot.  The laws need to be changed.  The cops, who also smoke pot, are just doing their jobs, continuing to get fucking huge grants, for playing the game, they all know is a loser, that of arresting and locking up, people involved in a victimless crime, with people, in my little, rights based mind, able to do what they want with their bodies, from abortion, in the first trimester, to smoking marijuana, to the right to die with dignity!  God may be easier on us, that the legislatures!  What more important property right do we have, than our own body!  Compensate us for taking away our rights to life, liberty and property, without due process and equal protection!  5th and 14th amendments!

GOV. DANNELL MALLOY--HORRIFIED BY INCARCERATION RATES!

Rightly so, when over 34% of the American adult population has been in prison, we should all reassess our laws, what is driving such high numbers, at times so far above other industrialized countries?  Gov. Malloy, and the Connecticut legislature, found that between 1985 to 2008, I believe about the time, President Obama, in a letter, called off the feds, and told them to follow state legislative leads on the issue of marijuana laws . . . Montana legalized medical marijuana, in 2004, and the raids by the feds, even after the letter from the President, raided 11 medical marijuana growers, when it was legal at 5:00 and illegal at 6:00, literally, the second the law was just rescinded for reconsideration and review, 30 people were arrested, one died while incarcerated . . . that during that time, the prison population in their state TRIPLED!  They are basically decriminalizing marijuana use, so people's lives are not fucked up, by charges and records.  GOOD JOB!  The great thing about our federalist system, of both a federal and state governments, is that we have 50 states that can act as test states for the rest of the nation, as is Washington and Colorado, DC, now.  We can see how they handle legalization, and then take the good from the bad, without putting the whole nation at risk of being too hasty, to make sweeping changes.

CVS--HEALTH OVER WEALTH--YOU WILL BE BLESS FOR TAKING CIGARETTES OUT OF YOUR STORES!  GOOD EXAMPLE!

One thing I have learned by coming to Montana, is how much cigarette smoking controls people, and how grateful, that I was raised in the Mormon church, not to drink or smoke, drugs too, sex before marriage, didn't say anything about after marriage . . . so open, I guess.  But, you are helping people at your stores, know that your commitment to their health, is not just in words only, but in actions too.  For once, corporate America, is making people's lives, worth more than the almighty dollar.  Amazingly great!

Signing Off From the Hanging Hooters Ranch--The Name of an Idaho Rancher's, Ranch, Who Tried to Pick ME UP at St. Patrick's Day Parade . . . Hang Those Hooters!  Speaking About Hooters, Monica Lewenski, Back in the News?  Bill Was Smart Enough to Take Head Over Heels!  Hillary Kicks Her Sorry, Ass . . . This is a Political Ploy, Not About Cyber Bullying, or She Would Have Done This Years Ago, 16 Years?  Don't Think So!

POLITICS, POLITICS, POLITICS!

BAD LUCK DRAWS THE IRISH! LADY GRIZ DREW TOP-SEEDED NOTRE DAME FOR THEIR NCAA TOURNAMENT OPENER . . . BETTER RECRUIT SOME OF THE TOUGH IRISH LASSIES FROM BUTTE! DOROTHY, THIS IS NOT KANSAS, AND YOU ARE NOT IN UTAH! ST. PADDY'S DAY PARADE, GREEN REFRESHING JOY! PEOPLE CAME FROM WYOMING--WE HAVE NEVER DONE ST. PATRICK'S! AWESOME! WE GENERALLY JUST HAVE A DRINK IN A CLUB, BUT THIS? WAY COOL! HELENA CHICKS WITH CAMERAS, EXCITED TO BE IN BUTTE TO CELEBRATE WITH THEIR IRISH NEIGHBORS, DOWN THE ROAD. BAG PIPES, KIDS DANCING THE IRISH JIG, COWBOYS, WITH GREEN CHAPS, GREEN CLOVERS IN THEIR COWBOY HATS, ST. PATRICK GRACING THE PARADE GOERS, BLESSING THE DAY AND FORGIVING US FOR THE SINS WE WILL COMMIT TODAY, TEAMSTERS, ELECTRICIANS, NORTHWEST PIPE . . . BUDWEISER, BEER FLASKS TOPPING PARADE ENTRIES, IRISH MEN AND WOMEN, RAISING ONE TO THE BLARNEY STONE . . . BANDS, HORSES, MEAN LOOKING TEAMSTER MASCOTS, GROWLING AS THEY PICKED UP PARADE PARTICIPANTS, CARRYING THEM EFFORTLESSLY DOWN THE STREETS . . . AND A GOOD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL! NOW THE GOAL FOR DRINKERS, IS TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE CROWDED BARS, AND OUT AGAIN, TAKING A BREATH IN BETWEEN DRINKS, PARTY IS ON!

No Color More Refreshing Than Green!  It's Everywhere!

From the crack of dawn, the house was hopping with Irish Cheer, beefy Celtic Warriors, modern day, wearing t-shirts with green skulls, kilts, boots, green and white plaid hats, of their heritage, making me wish my son-in-law, who is of Celtic origins, was here to wear his kilt, and dress in his greens, joining guys, of like mind, flavors, and bent, heading up to the parade to participate in the traditions of their homelands.  I loved seeing the bag pipers, with their kilts, masculine, strong legs, tall and proud, showing off before the parade began, and thrilled, as the green chapped cowboy, sitting outside the Pita Pit, with St. Patrick's Day specials, played the banjo, and Irish jigs, traditional folk music, while three young boys watched.  The banjo player asked the boys if they knew how to do the Irish jig, and the red-head, started to dance, and more around, as I am sure he had seen his parents, and grandparents do.  Little brother or friend, was not so sure, that this was good for his friend's image, and tried to stop him, and he danced the jig up the street, all the while his friends, were grabbing him and trying to get him to stop.  Finally, one put an arm lock on him, and got him to stop, but the alternative, was the Irish dukes, raised, in fighting Irish style . . . don't like the jig, then you get the fists, in true Irish tradition!  LOL!

From free community dinners at the Silver, of corned beef and cabbage, to Polish and Chicago dogs, being sold on the streets, my friends were snookered before the parade, tying one on, for the good times.  I don't drink, but I love a party, love green, love the Irish, the traditions, a day that you can just have fun with friends, and enjoy a different culture, with their music, customs, and good times, inviting all of us to join them. The other day, in the Montana Standard, the local newspaper, that seems to do this so well, throughout the year, at special commemorative times, had pictures, stamps, memorabilia, flags, and fun historic stuff from the Old Country, so cool, fun to read about the traditions, and connect with the people.  They had two guys featured on the front page, who had duel citizenship, in both Ireland, and in America, and I was pleased to see the Irish teach their children about their country of origin, but always teaching them to love America! Many of the Irish, like my own, ancestors who immigrated to America, came with a hope of a better life for their children, came to Butte, to the mines, seeing the opportunities to build and grow their families.  And what a contribution they have made to this town, to the state, and to the country, and we are all better for their venture to this country, the fight, the tenacity, and the true grit, it took to fight, for wages, safety, power, and protection, standing up to the Copper Kings, and I was so impressed, as the Finnish in town, more of a minority, back in the day, 500 were fired, and the Irish stood by their sides, trying to force the mine management, into hiring them back.  Way cool . . . 

Keep Your Hands Warm, And Your Beer Cold

Women making their way through the crowd, representing the International Brotherhood of Teamsters, Teamster Local #2, Bill Rowe, Secretary Treasurer, here in Butte, handed out these really festive and cool looking beer can covers, green and white, with the logo of the teamsters, two horses, united and yoked together, making them stronger then separate, and being placed over the circle of the brotherhood of teamsters.  It is interesting coming from staunch, Republican, anit-union, Utah, with their right to work laws, and protections against strikes, labor disputes, and wage wars, making it safe for anyone to cross picket lines, and get to work, to coming up to Butte, with the rich traditions, of unions, strikes, labor, wage wars, the deaths of 168 miners in one of the worst mining disasters in the nations, or the history of mining, fires, the shooting of 15 labor union leaders, the hanging of Frank Little, a union boss, and vocal leader, to a place, where people are four generation miners, and proud of it, home town proud!

Not only is the drinking environment totally different, the work force, community make up and value system different, and Butte is one tough town, and I dig it.  This morning, as I walked up to the parade, watching, trying to catch the pulse of the community, the teeming flavor of the town, the only word that kept coming to my mind, was tough!  All the old trucks and cars, beaters in some people's minds, muscle cars in my mind, with the rumble of the engines, rumbling up the streets, there is nothing gentile about this town, to me.  But, in my own way, I am one tough chick, so I dig the people, the drinking class, as one country western song sings, of the proud nature of the working class, the factory workers, the electricians, the miners, the plumbers, the linemen, and the teamsters.  My fourth husband, was a backhoe driver, and he kept reminding me that before the concrete was pored, the bathrooms, the offices, the floors, the walls, etc., came, he was there digging the foundation, making the whole building possible.  Being from a totally white collar background, and having little exposure to blue collar workers, he was a whole new experience for me, and changed my life.

I remember seeing an Oprah Winrey show, that was on, white collar women, being attracted to blue collar men.  At the time, I couldn't quite understand, it at the time, but after working with a crowd of lawyers, professors, and doctors, giving me a hard-body construction guy any time!  LOL!  You can't have two stressed out, up-tight, freaked out, 24/7 types, in the same marriage and survive.  It is much better to have the guy, who can walk away from the job, leave his 8 to 5 or whatever, and he isn't the boss, is not worried all week end about reaching a deadline, and can stop by the local bar, get a beer, come home, watch TV, go hunting, take the kids, boating, go 4-wheeling, etc.  I have become keenly aware of the differences and the benefits, to the, what would I call him, the All-American guy, who just wants a beer, loves his wife, watches the football game, coaches his kids basketball, football or soccer team, and hangs with the family on Sundays!  Here is one to the drinking class!

Throw the Indians Into the Mix, Nothing Short of the Wild, Wild West!

There are seven Indian Reservations in Montana, my friend Sandra Ironman, has been filling me in on the workings and nature of the Indian Nation, fascinating.  She is as proud of her Native American Indian heritage as the Irish are theirs, and the two cultures, almost started the American Indian Wars, this morning at the Butte Rescue Mission.  Sandra, says that the white man, took two tribes that hated each other, and put them on the same reservation, hoping they would kill each other off.  I don't know if that is true, but that is her take on it.  Sandra is my age, or one year younger, she is 59, just got out of the hospital, in Missoula, where I met her, and she has connections and relatives all over the state, meeting up with many of them, in her brief stay in Butte, being surprised to see friends from Billings to Rocky Boy Reservation, and beyond.  

Sandra, unlike myself, is thin, agile, but she is still, just out of the hospital, and in the woman's dorm, at the mission, she wants a lower bunk, in this bedroom of 8 beds, 4 on top, 4 on bottom.   A local, Irish gal, is younger, thin, and sleeping on the bottom bunk, due to another lady leaving, who had previously been their, and had a broken leg.  So, for the last three nights, Sandra, who does have somewhat of a spoiled Indian mentality of entitlement, and proud as you can get, has made increasing demands for the bottom bunk, but without prevailing.  So, last night, she was complaining about the cold, the bunk, this and that, deciding to sleep sitting up in a chair, as a martyr, sort of, but starting to get on a Washington chick, hard girl's, nerves, who works in the mornings, and needs her sleep, and who is also very vocal in support of her friend, keeping the bottom bunk.  So, Sandra, decides to make a bed on the floor, but she is complaining about the cold, the lack of blankets, which she had been told to just get a few more from down stairs, which she didn't do, on purpose, I think.

So there is this escalating tension, between, this Irish chick and the Indian . . . a preacher came and taught the scriptures, as is generally the case, each night before dinner.  Sandra, being of the native spiritual bent, started talking and being somewhat rude during the service, and the Irish chick, told

 her she had no respect. The one thing I appreciate about Montana, is that the people just tell you what they think, and that is it, you can deal with it, or eat it!  I am still coughing my guts out, and decided rather than to wake everyone up with my coughing, I would go in the common area, and try to sleep sitting up, which seems to be better on my cough, after taking cough medicine, drops, sleeping pills, etc., none of which seemed to help.  Sandra, said again that she was cold, pissed, and couldn't sleep . . . I put my extra blanket on her, but that didn't seem to satisfy, and her and the other Washington chick got into it.  Whatever!  I understand both sides, and always try to be reasonable and get along.  Sandra, follows me into the common room and goes into the bathroom, where she thinks it is warmer.  But she starts doing this Indian thing, pounding her hands on the floor, and waking up the babies in the next room, married couple and three young daughters!

One Bath vs. Four Showers!

Irish, Washington, friends, pissed and tired, come in, start bitching about Indian chick, I just listen . . . Washington chick goes into take a shower, and Indian chick looks out, shuts the door and turns on the tub water . . . over sized, and must take all the water for the upstairs, water heater!  Washington chick comes out of the shower, yelling, no hot water . . . Indian chick, bitching out white chicks.  There are several couples or families up there trying to sleep, and I am just sitting on the couch trying to keep the peace between the warring factors, a rare thing, really, everyone gets a lone, marvelously for the circumstances, but the Indian chick is spoiled, a princess, I guess, and pissing everyone off.  I am friends with both, and see that both are being both, reasonable and unreasonable in what they are wanting and demanding from the other. Families are now getting up and into the fray, as is the quasi-staff, pregnant woman!

I was raised in a family of 10, and I was the early riser, and the one who loved warm water, and took a shower each morning, until all the hot water ran out, before anyone was up!  I had not problem doing it either.  I hate cold showers, and love to hog all the water!  So, I can see both sides.  If you have the ability to steal all the hot water, from some  . . . wow, the Irish party is on, two amazingly dressed to the hilt, Irish, celebrators, just walked by me, looking so cool, amazing, with their red wigs, total green, and everything Irish, I am getting to see what everyone is talking about . . . proud white chicks, that are hassling you, why not, she was being tag teamed!  LOL!  There are other Indians, a family, way cool, and kind, not entitled, and have integrated a bit better than Sandra.  I kept, reminding them that we are all under strained circumstances, and some have been sick, so do no harm, should be the order of the day!

I felt like a referee, just keep the fighters a bay, with them throwing punches, and not backing down, but not getting into fist-a-cuffs, either, luckily!  Believe me, the girls are as tough as the guys, just a bit, less likely, at least to go after it, for a while, but up to any challenge, that may come their way.  Sandra is threatening to flatten the Irish chick on the streets of Butte, and get the Washington chick fired from her job.  I reminded her, that if she wanted a bed without much trouble, don't fuck with jobs, because she is on her way out!  I told her I might be gone by Wednesday too, so just chill and work with them.  She didn't seem interested in any one's bed but, the Irish chicks!  So the morning went.  We all got down stairs, and I don't play favorites, nor do I take sides, just try to talk sense into the various factors.  But, finally, Sandra, with several of her Indian friends, she thinks are going to take her side, says, hey, we need to get all the Indians, meet in North Dakota, and plan a strategy, to take this country back, and behind her hand, she said, pen all the white people and shoot them!  I looked at her, and said, hey, that is not cool.  Some other guy, spoke up very diplomatically, and said, we all share this country together, you are free to go anywhere you want in this country.  She said, yeah, on the reservation.  I reminded her that Indians, had duel citizenship, they are citizens of the Indian Nation and of America, entitled to all the protections and whatever.

They Do Throw Out Trouble Makers!

Sandra, after all was said and done, said, I heard they are going to throw me out.  I said, I warned you last night, you just can't come in, and make trouble everywhere and think you are going to get away with it.  I said, like with the preacher last night, you may not be of that religion, many are not, but just common courtesy, would dictate that you respect the man, and either don't come for the religious services, or at least, sit and listen, giving them the respect they deserve.  These places are quit forgiving and here to help people, not put them in the worse situation than they were in before coming there, but people need to not be their own worst enemies, and it is them who really is to blame if they do get kicked out.  There are roughly 50 or so people in the mission, including staff, who need to get along, and that takes patience and skill, and they really do well with it, so someone who is like a fly in the ointment, and makes trouble for everyone, has nobody to blame, but themselves, when they get kicked out!

After warning Sandra, who really is nice, for a day and a half, she finally, looked at me, and said, I don't know what I am going to do, if I get kicked out?  And you are just worrying about that now?  You would think at some point in life, that you start to live beyond the moment, and realize that what you are doing now, effects, not only the rest of the day, but next week, next month, and a year from now, with consequences, attached.  When you hit the mission stage of life, you are pretty raw, and need to be careful, because, you literally can, end up out on the streets!  I told her to be very apologetic and remind them that she is right out of the hospital, and doesn't have anywhere to go; however, she seems to have people she can turn to, at every corner!  But, just in case, plan B is not there, you better make plan A work!  We will see if she is still there when I get there tonight!

Party is in Full Swing . . . Three Cop Cars, Lights & All, Racing to the Rescue!

Mission and shelter people got game . . . they are a little different, than your normal folks, riskier, more raw, and more adventuresome, I would say.  This morning, I kid from Idaho, came in . . . he looked CIA, but, whatever, I suspect everyone.  But he talked to me about the upcoming Big Foot Conference, we shared stories about films, sittings, and claims of seeing Big Foot.  To me, anything is possible, and I think life is more fun, thinking that creatures, like Big Foot exist.  We talked about Area 51, to secret government testing grounds, just outside of St. George, where UFOs and aliens, have been allegedly seen.  He told me about his tails with the government, but as I did my natural interrogation, a God-given gift, the more I pressed for his issues, the more he backed down, and said, his were nothing like mine!

You can fool some of the people, some of the time, but you can't fool me all the time, and generally, I can smell the truth, especially when it comes to government shit . . . you better know your shit, to pull it off.  I think he realized he was in a different league than he planned on.  But it was fun batting around wild theories and ideas with him.  He said, he was just going to hang out and take a nap in his car.  He will probably disappear, into the day or night, all you need to do, is put the real thing, next to the fake, and it is easy to tell, who the real and fake are.  Unsuspecting people, may believe him, but he is too, vague to be giving me the true story.  We'll see how long he lasts.

May the Luck of the Irish be With YOU!

HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY!

TNT LIPS--HOT BUY--JAMES ASLEEP AT THE BUS STATION, PERFECTLY PARSED LIPS, DEEP IN HIS DREAMS . . . COULD WAKE THE BEAUTY OR THE BEAST! DIDN'T HAVE THE HEART TO WAKE HIM . . . BUS RIDE AROUND THE VALLEY, GETTING THE REAL SCOOP ON BUTTE'S, OUR LADY OF THE ROCKIES . . . A MIXTURE OF ALL THREE STORIES I HAD HEARD: (1) MAN BUILDING STATUTE IN HONOR OF HIS WIFE, IF SHE GOT BETTER FROM CANCER; (2) MEMORIAL TO MOTHER MARY, REPRESENTING ALL WOMEN--CHAPEL WITH WOMEN'S NAMES FROM ALL 50 STATES, AND 20 COUNTRIES; AND (3) AN AMAZING COMMUNITY EFFORT, THE MORE THE SCOFFERS, SCOFFED, THE MORE DETERMINED THE FOUNDERS BECAME TO GET THE LADY UP ON THE MOUNTAIN, HUNDREDS OF HOURS OF VOLUNTEER WORK, PAY WAS THE NIGHT OUR LADY WAS LITE, DECEMBER 4, 1985, OVER THE BUTTE, MONTANA, VALLEY . . . PEOPLE CRIED, PRAYED, HUGGED, JUMPED FOR JOY, AND LOVE, PEACE JOINED TO GIVE BUTTE A NEW FACE, NEW LIFE, AND A NEW BEGINNING . . . EVEN SAW A GUY THAT LOOKED LIKE JAMES, UP CELEBRATING WITH THE MEN WHO ERECTED THE LADY, CIRCLED IN PRAYER & THANKSGIVING, ALL 90 PLUS FEET OF HER! IF YOU WANT TO CELEBRATE THE LIVES OF WOMEN, MOTHERS, THEIR SACRIFICES, YOU CAN CONTACT, OUR LADY OF THE ROCKIES FOUNDATION, AND DONATE FOR A NEW TRAM, TAKING VISITORS FROM THE BASE OF THE CONTINENTAL DIVIDE TO THE BASE OF OUR LADY OF THE ROCKIES, IN 5 MINUTES, RATHER THAN TWO HOURS!

SEXY and ASLEEP . . . SHOULD I TAKE ADVANTAGE?

Not quite bedroom eyes, or bed hair, but close enough--I wondered where James Kennedy was all night, missing in action at the Butte Rescue Mission, all day, and into the night, failing to check in.  I don't stalk, track, or follow my prey, LOL, but I do like to keep tabs on him, and miss him when he is not there, at least to share dinner, or watch as he walks, rather shuffles, now days, on crutches, across the mess hall at the Mission.  I didn't see him at breakfast, check in or later.  The last I saw him, he was sitting next to me at dinner, and acting very bummed out about his leg, said it was kicking his ass . . . the one that got shot or broken, when he slipped on the ice--he blacked out, so, I am not sure he knows what happened.  Again this is one of those, too bizarre to believe stories, but taken in the context of my life for the last few years, and given the obvious, attraction, whether we speak or not, it is in the air, and not hard to detect, even if Nick is not here to make heart shapes, from across the dining room, when he sees us together.  Some couples try hard to show their passion for each other, kissing and doing all kinds of PDA, public display of affection, but we are about the opposite, a look, and brush of the hand, a peace sign, a smile, not much and not obvious, especially, since he got shot, that is my call, a threat of murder . . . and a brave heart for hanging in here.  Many a man, who has been attracted, with much less to scare them away, will run, leave, avoid, once they see, that I am serious when I say that four men I have liked in the last few years, have ended up dead.

With me, it is enter as your own risk.  He asked me the other night, sore, from the last time I left, without telling him, that I was leaving, why I left without telling him, a bit, more cautious with me, than he had been the first time he met me, a typical guy on the hunt, the pick up lines, and all.  I think he realizes he is playing in a different league, a dangerous one, and may not come out of this one alive.  I told him, that I knew, last time, before leaving, that the signs, were evident to me, that he was in danger, and once again, I get punished for, doing what . . . hurting powerful men, the keeper of hearts, the payback for leaving them, or just what, but they are intent on making sure that I never enjoy love again, if they have any say.  This is a lover's triangle of majestic proportions, going way beyond the love of a man and a woman, but the love of professions, loyalties, allies, enemies, and a 20 year cold war, taking one of their warriors, is forbidden; therefore, to violate their trust, is to die.  Amazing but true.  The stakes are high, the risk high, a zero sum game if you will, that I am in, whether I want to be or not, just the way it is.  So, I don't take it lightly, when I see, James sleeping, at the bus station, maybe leaving, for good, tired of this tragic game, that may never be a win/win, but just a continuation of more misery, for both heart, mind and body.

Perfectly Parsed Lips . . . Come Closer

At first, when I saw James, casually, reclined in the chair, head against the wall, definitely deep in sleep, probably out all night, like an alley cat, on the prowl, tired from whatever the hunt was last night, an easy score with seedy women, tattooed and pierced, or a bottle of Jack Daniels, his mind was not on the Mission or me, which is fine, given the situation, easier catches are to be had, but I was going to walk up to him, like a friend would and kick his feet, like a library cop does in the Salt Lake library, when patrons fall asleep.  He looked so peaceful, I just smiled and looked over at Sandra, who is joining me on my morning ride around the valley to watch the sleepy town wake from the night thrills of Friday night . . . she is Native, and she, being a quiet restful soul, seemed to smile in understanding, that it was best to let him sleep.  After a pit stop in the restroom, I decided to gently, push him to wake, to make sure he wasn't leaving town, like he has indicated were his desires for the last week.  

I approached him, put my hand softly, on his arm, crossed behind his head, that was leaning on his hands, against the wall, with his head back, eyes closed, but his mouth, his mouth, so perfectly formed for a kiss, just a small opening, like pink silk, soft and subtle, as I moved nearer, to feel his breath on my face and mouth, caught the beauty of the man, with a more peaceful look than when awake, relaxed, at easy, calm, and the creases and wrinkles, on his face, all but gone.  I was just inches away, and my hand on his arm, seemed to make little difference, and he didn't seem to notice it, but the proximity of our lips, faces, and my eyes on him, gave me a rare, moment to get a closer look, at this man, who is usually, on the run, in and out, getting coffee, going for a smoke, heading this way or that, checking on his tramp camp, biker haven.  So, to see him still, quiet, and peaceful was a blessed moment, and a chance to get a good look at him, up close and personal.  The real thoughts of the moment, didn't really come to me, until after I decided to leave him to his dreams, his rare peace, and a drunk like state of sleep, after an obviously active night.

As I crossed the room, to join Sandra on the benches waiting for the morning bus, I picked up a magazine, with a woman, with my coloring, blonde hair, blue eyes, and pink lips, and on the cover it said, Come Closer . . . I was somewhat taken back by the title of the magazine.  The thought came to mind, and the access to the kiss, that perhaps, he was more awake than I thought.  Did he see me, through the cracks of his eyes, come close enough to feel his breath, on my face, almost close enough to kiss?  Who knows, but that message and the solidifying thoughts of his lips, so accessible, I almost regretted not just almost unnoticed by him, pressed my lips against his, and tasted of his essence, without the threat, the fear, the game, the should's and should not's of whatever we are in.  I worried about the surveillance tapes that would be running across the lobby, did they catch the feeling, the draw, the pull, the temptation, or did they just record, a woman, trying to wake a man, a feeble attempt at best?  The picture of his perfect lips, are with me hours later, a lifetime later, ummmmmm, never notice little thing like that much, but I did today.  Generally, I would say, whatever, but not today.  With him on my mind . . .

I Picked a Bad Time to Be In Love, a Bad Time to Be in Love

I just did a pit stop, and this was the oldies, moldies song on the radio, and what song could be more appropriate?  I swear . . . as I struggled yesterday, in fact for two days, to get an online application, for a legal counsel position, at Montana State University, off, with tons of interference, hackers, erasing my cover letter and letter of intent, twice, and tried to stop the third edition of the cover letter, saying there was "0" bytes, to email, even from being attached through email, interference that is a common thing, since, I am suppose to be dead, and how do you explain, someone you may have known for years, the fraud, juxtaposed against the real person, with all the experience, passion, connection, and relativity to the jobs, that the fake had only claimed to have, but never earned.  That has got to be a terrifying thing for the fake bitches, who have stolen, not only may name and identity, but everything that entails.  So, what the future holds, who knows, and James?  I am sure he doesn't trust me, after taking off last time, although, in silence, he seemed to understand and get the implications of what had happened and why I did it . . . not intending to hurt, but intending to preserve, thus the warning.  Scary shit, to say the least.

Anyway, after the bus ride this morning and tripping out around the valley, thinking of waiting lips, sexy face, and very relaxed body, the driver, answered my friends, questions about Our Lady of the Rockies, trying to dispel, at least my misconceptions of what brought the monument on the mountain.  I had heard three different versions, of the creation, of the statue.  She told us that there was a film at the Our Lady's Shop at the Butte Mall, that should answer all our questions . . . way cool!  So, after the ride, I had her drop me off at the Mall, and immediately went to the shop, to see what took place back in 1985.  After seeing the film, crying all the way through it, my vision of community, society, the world, coming together in this effort, of loving arms of a mother, bringing the feeling in the community of being a family, encircled in the arms of love, just was too much for me to take, and I succumbed to crying alone, since, I was the only one in the small theater, showing the video of the raising of the monument . . . and wow, was it inspiring, especially, knowing some of the struggles this town has had, after the mines closed down, going from one of the hottest places in the country, to barely surviving, this was a testament to the people of Butte, the tenacious spirit, and the drive, in spite of sickness, limits, and struggles, they seemed to pull of an engineering feat, that marvels many to this day, using the skills and know how of the miners, to erect this 90 feet plus monument to women, mothers, from around the world, a rare recognition, for sure.  I told the bus driver, that I had had 4 husbands, and I don't think that one of them liked me half enough to erect a monument to me!  LOL!

The Fight in the Irish Made This Happen!  LOL!

I have read in the local newspaper, hints at the political atmosphere of the locals, that everything is a fight, and the bus driver, eluded or rather just point blank said, the people in this town, fight over everything . . . I am nor sure of the context of the conversation, but it reminded me of some of the things I have read, people on the county commission or the city council, asking that people just try to work together, and get along, so they could sincerely serve the people, rather than spend all their time fighting over the issues, rather than working together to get the problems solved, and issues handled.  But, as I watch the film, which started with a man, who loved his wife, who had a terminal illness, and he wanted to inspire her to fight for life, and promised her that if she would fight and live, he would erect some type of statue for her . . . he envisioned, a statue about 5 feet high, and placing it somewhere, either on his property, or up on a hill.  So, how this thing exploded from that to the 90 statue, that stands higher than Lady Liberty, gracing the New York harbors, I don't know, other than, being pissed off at the nay sayer's, who scoffed at the thoughts of such an effort.

The husband, started talking and he had a small, statue of a lady, who looked much like the Mother Mary, with her hands stretched out, and the more people looked at it, the more, they thought that might serve as a model for the Lady of the Rockies.  But as one town member donated $2,000, another would donate $1,000, and finally, somehow, the pushers of the project, found a family who owned some property up on the mountain, near the Continental Divide, who took little more than an afternoon to decide to donate the property to the cool project.  Again, I am not sure, but this evolving effort, turned from one husband's love for his wife, to a memorial to all women, inspired by the Virgin Mary, and growing to include all the women of the earth, so cool, since there are few, such statues to women, anywhere in the world.  And what was even cooler to me, was the fact, that the men, just kind of all pitched in, volunteered their time, efforts and equipment, bound and determined to see this project through!  The women had to sacrifice the time without their husbands, but this thing just took shape, as one man, the sculptor, who had never done something like this before, said, it was as if Heavenly hands took over and he was just a tool, in the hands of divinity, creating this monument to women, worldwide!

Much Like the Statue of David, Michael Angelo, Said David Was Already There, He Just Was the Tool to Unveil Him to the World

How do you look at a piece of rock, and see the statue David?  The work of art was already in the rock, the artist just had to chip off the extra rock.  That always amazed me that Michael Angelo said that, but at times, as I have written blogs, that seem to be of significance, and I start with the idea to write one thing, and as the blog progresses, something totally different starts to happen, not necessarily from within me, but within the blog itself, the connections that my mind makes, and remembering stories, examples, that I hadn't thought of for years, is almost a spiritual experience.  That is the way this man who made the design of the statue sounded.  In fact at one point, he said, he could not figure out, how to carve the details of the hands, or some part of the body, and it was just like, an unseen hand took over and did it for him.  From that point forward, he said, the work was not his, but he was the tool.  I get that now.

Divine intervention seemed to be the order of the day, almost every step of the way.  I can't remember how much the entire statue weighs, but it is 10s of tons, and the helicopter that the National Guard used to fly each of the six parts of the statue to the top of the mountain, weigh more than the capacity of the copter.  I think the capacity for each flight was about 10 tons, and one of the pieces weighed, at least 15 tons, so they were testing the capacity of the machine, the pilots, and the people standing on the foundation, hooking the pieces together, one by one.  At one point, the largest and heaviest piece, got blown in the wind, into a spiral, death spiral if you will, spinning out of control, almost pulling the helicopter down with it, with one of the hands of the lady, getting caught in the last piece that was laid.  Remember this was put up there in December, and Butte, can be colder than a witch's tit!  But, that run, the pilot, took the piece back down, to ground zero, and got his nerves and the metal part steadied.  And luckily, there was a nice, big sky, sunset, that winter night, and they were able to connect the part, with many eyes, binoculars, TV cameras, and even President Reagan and Nancy watching, having commissioned the National Guard to help with the efforts of Butte, in this project.  Anyway, it is truly an amazing story . . . unfinished though.

Goal, To Put A Tram From the Base of the Mountain to the Lady

Right now, as it stands, tourists, have to take a bus tour up to the monument and chapel, which right now, takes about 2 hours.  If the tram is set up, they figure that it will only take 5 minutes, at a straight shot up the side of the mountain, making it much more accessible to all, locals and tourists.  When you want to see a ton of things in a town, you need to limit and economize the visit, and so this tram would make it more fun, less timely, and with a small cost, to get people up to the Chapel and the Lady.  I am sure that you can find the foundation, Our Lady of the Rockies Foundation, on the Internet, or you can contact the Butte Mall, and send donations to help with the tram.  Again this is a monument to motherhood and women, one of a kind in the world, and the world should see it.

So if you feel so inclined, to make a donation, to see this tram and other aspects of the monument expand, contact one of these entities and they will be more than glad to take a donation on behalf of a woman you love and care about.  The bus driver and her husband, each year on his mother 's birthday, write a small thing for the newspaper, to commemorate her birthday and life, and every night that someone does that, the lights are turned on in the Lady of the Rockies.  Everyday, in the newspaper, Our Lady is called on to bless marriages, anniversaries, birthdays and deaths.  It is fun to look up on the mountains each night, and see the huge woman, lighted on the mountains, blessing the people down below, in the valley.

The Men Jumped for JOY!

It was fun to see, this monumental effort being pulled off and recorded on video tapes of the news.  The men, literally jumped up in the air, just like little boys, celebrating this modern day engineering feat.  They cried, hugged, congratulated, loved on each other, and joined in a circle of prayer.  It was funny, because, when you deal in the world I do, of spooks, spies, undercover cops, you always wonder who you are really with, is their story a cover, or is it the real thing.  His James from Kansas, or is he really a local boy?  When I first met him, he mentioned something about a ranch outside of Butte?  There is a sign, on the way down to Walmart, that says, Silver Bow Hearth & Home . . . older bow's hearth and home?  Maybe . . . but in the prayer circle, there is this guy with hair just like James, which is unique in and of itself, joining the men of the community, a long hair, in with the other men, thanking God for the safe mounting of the statue.  Questions, questions, questions . . . or just imagination?

The Story of the Lady Of the Rockies, Is Inspiring, Awesome, and Amazing . . . Check Out the Film at the Mall, Free, or You Can Purchase the CD from the Shop, or Online, I would think, Among Many Other Fun Memorabilia of the Event!

Tax Write Off . . . Good Cause!

Have a Blessed and Cherished Day of Rest Tomorrow!

YOUR BODY SAYS, A MILLION BUCKS, YOUR FACE, SAYS, FOOD STAMPS! LOL! HOT NITRO FUN IN BUTTE MONTANA, GETTING READY FOR THE WEEK LONG ST. PADDY'S DAY CELEBRATION: EDMONTON PIPERS SCHEDULE, BUTEE'S FAMOUS PORKCHOP SANDWICH SHOP, PORK CHOP JOHN'S, SHILLELAGH SHINDIG--BUTTE'S BEST ST. PATRICK'S DAY PARTY, HARRISON AVENUE LIQUOR, TRIMBO'S PIZZA, BUTTE MONTANA GUIDED HISTORICAL TOURS, BUTTE ELKS LODGE, GREAT SCOT SCHEDULE, CORNED BEEF & CABBAGE, OASIS CASINO & RESTAURANT, MR. DOGS & SANDWICH SHOP, METALS, SPORTS BAR & GRILL, "BEST IN TOWN" HOMEMADE CORNED BEEF--WESTERN MEAT AND SAUSAGE BLOCK . . . CHECK OUT THE SEXY GOLD SOLDIER, WITH THE MIDLIFE CRISIS NECKLINE, BELL BOTTOM PANTS, AND A COOL STANNCE, WITH RIFLE OVER HIS SHOULDER--IN FRONT OF THE FEDERAL COURT HOUSE--YOUR RIGHT, BUTTE, IS BUTTE! AND I LOVE IT, CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE FESTIVITIES, WEATHER PREMITTING! LOOKS LIKE THE PARTY STARTS, MARCH 14, 2014, AND GOES A FEW DAYS AFTER MARCH 17TH--ST. PATRICK'S DAY PARADE, TUESDAY, MARCH 17TH 2015, PARADE STARTS AT 12 NOON, GOES EAST ON MERCURY, NORTH ON WYOMING, WEST ON GRANTIE, SOUTH ON MONTANA, EAST ON MERCURY TO STARTING POINT! THERE IS ANOTHER, FINNISH PARADE, MONDAY NIGHT, AS I UNDERSTAND . . . CHECK THAT OUT TOO!

Butte Rescue Mission Boys, Not Good for Gal's Ego!

LOL!  One of my roommates or dorm gals, here at the Mission, who is here from Washington, and looking to make a new start in Butte, Montana, with a new job, new man, and rockin' the town, got a back handed, Butte, male sort of sort of not, compliment.  This chick has a body to die for, and all the guys, both in and out of the mission are hot on her, from men, much younger than her age to much older, a hot commodity for sure.  But the other day, she came to me, all upset, and said, guess what, George, said to me!  What?  Now, George, is one of the guys who has hit on her, so he either meant this statement as a compliment, or he thought he was complimenting her, or he was giving her a back handed compliment.  I am sure that the women around Butte, are used to the guys humor, their lack of sensitivity, and their intended, mating calls, but this one went far beyond the mark, when he said: Your body says, a million bucks, but your face, says, food stamps!  LOL!  I am not sure, what the hell, he was trying to accomplish by this statement, maybe, you reader, can decipher the intent, and the message, but my friend, was pissed and I think very offended by his statement.

Now, possibly, he was referring to the fact that many people, drop by the BRM, as a transitional housing place, to get the feel of the city, where to live and not to live, to get a few weeks break from the cruel hard world, of finding a place to rent, paying first, last and deposit, roughly costing you about $1,000, and to save a few pennies, to help make that transition between towns.  And while here, this woman, applied for a got food stamps, while see was looking for work, and looking for housing, and a new man.  I am glad to say, that she just started her new job yesterday, and she is overjoyed, working 40 hours per week, benefits, and a ton of nice things attached to a job, she will be very good at, working with troubled youth, or those who have witnessed their parents being murdered, or have been sexually molested themselves.  They come to Arcadia, for a time frame of between 3 to 6 months, and this is the last ditch effort, to help them get a bit of a feeling of self-worth.  My friend is the perfect person for this job, firm, but fair, loving, but can crack a whip when the situation calls for it.  She already had the teens trying to intimidate her yesterday, no dice!

So, perhaps, George, was, referring to her financial state of being on food stamps, saying, that you look like you are worth a million bucks, given that body, but in reality, you are living on food stamps for the time being?  That is the best case scenario.  Then you could take it, the way I think she took it, that she has a great body, but her face is lacking, and somewhere valued around that of the price of food stamps!  LOL!  My friend is very cute, and generally thought of as younger than she really is, at 51, guys 25 years younger are interested in her, so I don't think that is what he meant, because, she is cute.  However, as is the case with all women and men, who both sun tan and smoke, her giving it up this week and sticking to it, they tend to get a more harsh or crusty look about them, due to their choice of lifestyle, and their voices, usually are a bit raspy and deeper, suggesting a less pampered life, that a woman worth millions might experience.  Or he meant that, given her body, she could get a millionaire, but given the indication of tougher times, she would have to do with a guy she met, while on food stamps?  Your guess is as good as mine, but a funny comparison for sure, and makes you think . . . Butte is Butte!

The Golden Soldier, Casually Standing Guard at the Federal Court Building

One of the really fun things about the lifestyle that has come to be mine, given a constitutional law attorney, living in a Patriot Act world, is that I have been chased from east to west, and north to south, and for a damn good reason, try to land in Montana when I get low on funds, for two reasons: (1) I know I can always get shelter and food!  And (2), if my battle with the Patriot Act boys and girls, ever came push to shove, and they actually got me and charged with with something substantial, other than exercising my first amendment rights, to free speech to rat out what the hell the cops, prosecutors and judges, or our alleged criminal justice system is up to, and I will, tongue in cheek, add the civil justice system that is not much better, I just haven't had the experience in that area, other than having several multi-million dollar cases, double docketed, given to the chosen attorney, who gets the pleasure of stealing my notable and famous cases, plus gets to share the spoils with the powers that be, getting great pleasure in cutting out the one and true attorney, who had the brains to create this type of lawsuit!  So really, both of these systems, at least in my mind, are as corrupt as you can get!  But, the up side, of this lifestyle, is getting to cruise around the states, and Montana and get a feel for the differences in the towns, the personalities, the flavor, the temperament, the overall kind of things that go down in which town, what types of people are attracted to this particular town, and stuff like that.

In Utah, the state is more homogeneous, due to the fact that the Mormon Church, gives people a commonality around the state.  And second, because the state is smaller, and along the Wasatch Front, there are almost solid houses, from Brigham City, to Santaguin, Utah, picking up against near Cedar City, and going into St. George, on the south, and the same from Brigham City to Logan on the north.  Montana is so damn big, that the cities are separate and distinct, for the most part, with hours of travel between a lot of them, especially the main or larger cities.  I have frequented, Helena, Missoula, Kalispell, Whitefish, Great Falls, Bozeman, and now Butte, all on several different occasions, and I like them all for different reasons, and it is probably good, that things have worked out the way they have, because if someone said, which city would you make home, if you had to choose right her, right now . . . I would have an extremely hard time.  I like Helena because of the Capitol, and the legal and legislative issues, plus any protests, crusader rabbit here, take place in Helena, and I like to be involved; Missoula, because of the law school, and the college, the river and the shopping, love those Presidential Lecture Series, and my daughter, who is in Missoula, right now, is going to law school, next fall, and bringing her family, along with hubby and three future, Navy SEAL sons, all about 2 years apart, more like a gang, than brothers!  Then, I love Kalispell/Whitefish area for the beauty, the Flathead Lake and Glacier, are so absolutely beautiful, that you only need take a drive around the valley and you have seen more beauty than you can see in a lifetime, so off the charts!

Bozeman is just funky and cool, and some here, in Butte, would call it the Snob Town, kind of the cowboy, Hollywood, of Montana, fashionable, and historic, plus the college is always a draw for me, and the bus system, in both Missoula and Bozeman, catering to the college kids, with benefits for the rest of us, you can catch a bus, up to 2:30 a.m., in the morning, after going to dinner, dancing and clubbing!  Great Falls, has one of the best newspapers, kind of Walls Street Journal like, and the falls are great beauties also.  I haven't been around town as much as I should, but, there is a lot happening, in that Golden Triangle, of Great Falls, Shelby, to Browning, bringing you to the amazing big skies of Montana, some of these most beautiful mornings were leaving either Great Falls to Shelby, or Shelby to Kalispell, driving with the sun coming up over the wheat fields and farm lands, and heading towards Glacier National Park, towards, deep purple, majestic, jagged mountain ranges, with white and grey clouds hanging over them!  Simply gorgeous, and the rivers, all just awesome and inspiring.  But, Butte, I have to say, given the history, the mining, the Clark/Daly political machines, the labor unions, the San Fransisco like atmosphere, followed by the tough times, and those hardy souls, who with the mining shut down, put Our Lady of the Mountains, up at a time, just after the mines closed and left the town devastated, and desperate, with a group of Butte citizens, pulling their money, creating the 90' plus statute, and having the National Guard, place it in three separate and distinct pieces, on the mountains overlooking Butte, lighted by night, and watching over the valley by day, telling anyone who is the last one out of Butte, to turn the lights off!  They are still on, and that has taken some guts! 

The sexy soldier, standing watch at the federal court house, is reminiscent of the Gilded Age, where money flowed through the streets of the town with the RICHEST HILL IN AMERICA!  The soldier is like none other that I have even seen, and is unique in and of itself, like Butte, it has attitude, not the typical, statue of a soldier, preformed, stoic, and determined, but kind of a smart ass attitude, bring it on, buddy, we can beat anyone!  I have to smile, every time the bus, goes past the statute of the Golden Boy Soldier, as if he is saying, we did it once, we can do it again!  Creative, unique, and indicative of the flavor of the town, tough as nails, and willing to rise to any challenge.

Everybody Hates Us!

Hard drinking, rough necks, tough kids, and an indomitable spirit, as exemplified by a recent football game between, I am assuming, the two local high schools of the towns, but Butte High, or whatever it is called, seems like the bus driver said, HI, is that Hellgate . . . I know there is a Hellgate in Missoula, but maybe here too, but they kicked a 42 yard field goal, to beat, Bozeman high school, whatever their name is, in the final minutes of the game.  The rivalry is so intense, that some of the fans, were dismissing the win, as just a fluke, and so a radio announcer, from Butte, said, let the kid kick another one, to see if it was a fluke . . . the kid kicked a 54 yard field goal!  Trash talking is hated, but when someone can back up all the trash talk, they are even more hated!  LOL!  It sounds like that is what happened in the football game, and all the talk, wasn't just blowing smoke up their asses!  They really did perform, and I feel that is starting to happen in the community.  Take if from someone who has seen better days, and can relate to Butte, you have all the history, everything that says you are a winner, and you can actually trash talk anyone, under the table, but the current situation, makes it a bit hard, to make anyone see what you used to be, but as this EPA Super Fund comes in, and the citizens, tough as nails, puts their Irish determination and other nationalities, who love this town, the mining, the history, together, they will, as in the field goal, prove once more, who the Queen City is, in Montana!  I always heard that Helena stole the Capitol, not quit, but Butte, was the town, west of the Mississippi, that used to rival New York and  Chicago!

And, just as interesting as I find the Golden Boy Soldier, standing casually, with attitude at the doors of the United States Federal Building, I find it interesting that the federal court house is located in Butte, rather than in Helena?  Maybe that is due to the late determination of where the Capital city was going to be, or maybe that is the place of commerce and the workings of the United States and the world, with the largest copper producing mine in the world, and the 4th largest company, and the biggest labor union, mirroring the history of all America, in the Gilded Age, with the Copper Kings, seeing not only copper, but gold and silver in them there hills, overlooking Butte!  When all is said and done, Butte has a history like none other, and that is reflected in their festivals, from St. Patrick's Day, to Evel Knieval Days . . . new film is going to be premiered here, I think, to the Butte Folk Festival, with bands and partying for three days!

If Nothing Else . . . You Will Have a Hot Nitro Fun Time In Butte, this Next Weekend to St. Patrick's Day . . . Butte Has the Largest Irish Population West of Boston!  Come Get Some of the Luck of the Irish!  FUN, FUN, FUN!

Another female bus drive, told me what a good town Butte is, but the reason they are so poor, is because, Bozeman, sends all their homeless to Butte!  LOL!  I told her, right now, I am one of those homeless, and proud of it!  If I could ever decide, or the local cop PD welcome wagon, wasn't trying to lock my constitutional ass up, or this bad ass chick, could decided where she wanted to land, I wouldn't be homeless anymore, but it has been one hell of a ride, Gotta Love This, Montana, American Ride!  Bozeman, I don't think your Warming Shelter is cutting it with the Butte Rescue Mission . . . you are making the city poor!  LOL!  Thank you to all the people, who donate on a regular basis, food, clothing, meat . . . I had a moose paddy, the other day, tons of garlic, and it was yummy, to cakes, and religious lessons, music and fun.  We appreciate those towns that will help those in need, and give them temporary housing and shelter, until they can do it on their own.

Motto of the Butte Rescue Mission: It is More Than a Warm Bed, More Than a Warm Meal, It is Giving People HOPE!

God Bless You All!

UNRIGHTEOUS SLAUGHTER OF THE 4TH AMENDMENT--VOTE "YES" ON BILL, 344, TO MAKE LICENSE PLATE SCANNING THE EXCEPTION TO THE GENERAL RULE--THAT YOU NEED PROBABLE CAUSE AND A WARRANT, TO SCAN A LICENSE PLATE, WITHOUT EXIGENT CIRCUMSTANCES . . . PROTECTING VEHICLE OWNERS FROM UNREASONABLE SEARCHES AND SEIZURES, THUS VIOLATING THEIR RIGHT TO PRIVACY! THE GOVERNMENT IS NOT ENTITLED TO KNOW WHERE, WHAT, WITH WHOM, AND WHEN WE ARE GOING SOMEWHERE IN OUR CARS! DON'T FALL FOR THE EMOTIONAL ARGUMENT, THAT WE NEED IT WHEN A CHILD HAS BEEN ABDUCTED--THAT WOULD BE AN EXIGENT CIRCUMSTANCE, AND THAT WOULD ALLOW THE GOVERNMENT, IN THIS EMERGENCY SITUATION TO SCAN A LICENSE PLATE OF THE OWNER--OTHERWISE, HANDS OFF, BACK OFF, NO SCANNING, UNLESS YOU SEE A CHILD SCREAMING IN THE BACK, ACTING LIKE THEY HAVE BEEN ABDUCTED! CHILDREN ARE THE SOFT SPOTS, IN PEOPLE'S HEARTS, AND THE GOVERNMENT HAS LEANED ON THAT TO VIOLATE YOUR RIGHTS . . . LOOK AT THE STATISTICS, THE NUMBER OF KIDS, ACTUALLY ABDUCTED, AND THE LIKELIHOOD, THAT LICENSE PLATE SCANNING CAN DO ANYTHING TO HELP THAT SITUATION! THINK . . . LOVE AFFAIR WITH MONTANA CONTINUES, DIG YOU PROTECTING CITIZENS' RIGHTS--SAD THAT WE HAVE TO CODIFY, WHAT SHOULD BE COMMON KNOWLEDGE--SCANNING WITHOUT PROBABLE CAUSE, IS AN UNREASONABLE SEARCH AND SEIZURE IN VIOLATION OF 4TH AMENDMENT RIGHTS AND PROTECTIONS . . . PATRIOT ACT, BACK OFF!

A Sad Commentary, That We Need to Pass a Law to Legalize the United States Constitution!

Knowledge of the 4th amendment, used to be common knowledge, and police and prosecutors, would automatically, just get a warrant, when they needed to search a premises, or arrest a person; however, after the Patriot Act, was passed, and we have now had a generation of cops and prosecutors, who are trained in ways other than those of the U.S. Constitution, they have brought with them confusion, chaos, misunderstanding, lack of trust, powers beyond what the government was intended to have, abuse of those powers, to the point of leaving us with no laws, no protections, and no rights, whatsoever, unless, some cop or prosecutor, judge, or someone feels that it is in their best interest to grant us rights that we have already had, and still do.  The Patriot Act is void as a matter of law, when it comes in contact with a U.S. citizen; it was intended for terrorists, and foreigners, and those who might bring harm to the national security, not just your average Joe Blow!

I believe, that where this confusion, and crossing over, between the rights of citizens, and the need to protect the country, came, when, Homeland Security, created after 9/11, decided that the United States would be the policing agency of the world, the world cops if you will, giving covered agencies, total immunity to do whatever they wanted, both within the borders of the U.S. and in the world at large.  Another reason, the Congress should curtail the budget and reign in the powers of Homeland Security, much like the Congress and the President had to do with the CIA, who was getting totally out of control, to the point of destroying evidence, spying on the Senate Intelligence Committees, computers, involved in the investigation, and denying access and information to staffers of the Intelligence Committee!  No government agency should go unchecked, unmanned, and without oversight.  It is in the common experience and nature of man, to take whatever powers he or she can get, and fuck the rest of you!

This is not the right way to play this game, and we need people who are willing to turn the tables back, slam the necks of these agencies down, on the table, forcing them to deal with the U.S. and State Constitutions! 

Laws That Are Repugnant to the Constitution, Are VOID!  And Laws That Are Consistent With the Letter & Spirit of the Constitution, Are Constitutional!

It really should be that simple.  The Patriot Act, tries to blur the lines between citizens and terrorists, making many people like me, homegrown terrorists, enemy combatants or enemies of the state, because we fight for the rights that are ours, and inalienable, or inseparable, not granted of given to us by the government!  These are the product of natural law, or those laws that come with being a man/woman with a divine creator, and they are not for the government to give or take away.  It is we the PEOPLE, who created government, not the other way around.  We created you, government, to protect the very rights that you so willingly try to deny to us, now that you have passed an unconstitutional law, with regards to citizens, with rights . . . foreigners, terrorists, and those from other countries do not have equal status, within the United States as its own citizens, and are not to be thrown into the same bunch!

There are lines of demarcation, that clearly put a line in the sand, between citizens and non-citizens, what do you think all the fuss is over immigration laws, illegally being in the country, crossing the borders without the proper paperwork!  This is all part of distinguishing, citizens from non-citizens.  I do believe at one point that President Obama, extended the rights of citizens, to the world, and he just simply can't do that!  The United States, is a sovereign country, as are the rest of the countries, and they have their laws, constitution, and rights to citizenship, as we do in our country.  We are not just one big blob of countries, meshed in together, but separate and distinct, with each having their rights, privileges and immunities.  Now this does not mean that we can't learn from other countries, and many have great ideas that we can learn from, but for the United States, through some secret society, of Skull & Bones, or the Illuminati, or the Masons, making secret packs and undermining the basic tenants and concepts of this country, with the intent of a one world order, is not going to fly.

Declaration of Independence . . . We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness--that to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed!

Keep Up The GREAT Work, Montana Legislature, Defending, Preserving and Protecting the United States Constitution!

VOTE "YES" ON BILL 344

 

WHY HASN'T LORETTA LYNCH, PRESIDENT OBAMA'S NOMINEE FOR U.S. ATTORNEY GENERAL, BEEN CONFIRMED BY THE HOUSE, HAVING PASSED CONFIRMATION IN THE SENATE, BUT BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY HOUSE REPUBLICANS, DUE TO HER FINDING THAT THE EXECUTIVE ORDER ON IMMIGRATION, IS NOT ONLY LEGAL, BUT CONSTITUTIONAL? POLITICS, POLITICS, POLITICS! JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE DOESN'T AGREE WITH YOUR POLITICAL POSITION, IS NOT A GOOD REASON TO STOP HER CONFIRMATION! REASONABLE PEOPLE AGREE TO DISAGREE! LOOK AT HER STANDS ON JUSTICE . . . REPUBLICAN CONGRESSMAN, MICHAEL GRIMME, WAS INDICTED ON CORRUPTION CHARGES, AND LYNCH"S RESPONSE, UNBIASED AS IT SHOULD BE, WAS "MICHAEL GRIMM MADE THE CHOICE TO GO FROM UPHOLDING THE LAW TO BREAKING THE IT." AS THE #1 LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER IN THE COUNTRY, THAT IS PRECISELY THE ATTITUDE SHE AND HER SUBORDINATES AT THE JUSTICE DEPARTMENT SHOULD HAVE! I THINK REPUBLICANS ARE AFRAID THAT MS. LYNCH WON'T PLAY BY THE SAME, GOOD OLD BOYS GAME RULES, THEY ARE USED TO, AND WILL LOOK AT JUSTICE AS BLIND, NOT GRANTING STAYS, WAIVERS AND PRIVILEGES FOR THE ALLEGED ELITE CLASS IN AMERICA, BUT TRULY SEEING THAT JUSTICE IS FOR ALL! WHEN WORKING WITH VICTIMS IN RWANDA, SHE SAID: "THAT WORK WAS AN OPPORTUNITY TO SERVE PEOPLE AND REPAY THE GIFT OF TRUST." SHE STRIKES ME AS A WOMAN WHO KNOWS RIGHT FROM WRONG, AND THE VALUE OF TRUST! LET"S GIT-R-DONE! U.S. ATTORNEY, ERIC HOLDER, JUST HAD HIS SECOND FAREWELL . . . SO WHY CAN THE GUY, CHOSEN FOR SECRETARY OF DEFENSE, AFTER HAGEL, BE NOMINATED BEFORE MS. LYNCH, AND BE IN HIS JOB ALREADY? THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES, IS LIVING UP TO THEIR RACIST, BIGOTED, OLD FASHIONED WAYS, AS SEEN IN NOT COMMEMORATING "BLOOD SUNDAY." GET OVER IT, TIMES HAVE CHANGED AND THE ALLEGED OLD GRAND PARTY NEEDS TO TOO!

College Kids, Interviewed After The Last Election, Said that Republicans Are Racist, Bigots and Old Fashioned!

Don't these labels, somewhat concern the party?  And, with the denial of confirmation of the Honorable Loretta Lynch, the first black, female, nominee for U.S. Attorney General, to lead the Department of Justice, the Republican led House, seems to be living up to and going beyond their labels, even as seen by young Republicans on campuses all across the United States.  There was a great article in the Montana Standard, this morning, and I wish I had it in front of me, but the author was pointing out the changing demographics of America.  There are fewer whites, more minorities, maybe soon to be the majority, the population is aging, and things are going to have to adapt to these changes, especially, political ideologies, philosophies, and terminologies.  Just because the Republicans took over the leadership in the Senate, joining that of the House of Representatives, does not necessarily mean that people, the majority see things their way, it means, that the Koch brother's dark money had an impact, and not generally that the population voted for the Republicans, but against the Democrats, which is typical, going from one party to the other.  Or perhaps, that the populous was sick of the Republicans doing nothing, a blocking any kind of progress, legislation and whatever, and decided, to give them a chance to see what they could do with a majority in both houses . . . and so far the results have been dismal at best.  There is nothing more sobering, than being the place the buck stops, and taking all the blame and all the credit if things go either good or bad!

Ms. Lynch, is the top prosecutor, over the District of New York, with over 8 million people she and her department serve.  She was not just confirmed once, under President Clinton, but again by a voiced vote by President Obama.  She was given over 800 questions to answer from the Senate, and did so with flying colors; her professionalism, education, Harvard Law School, and her cases stand by themselves.  She is the daughter of a preacher, and she was carried on the shoulders of her father, who opened his church to marchers for voting rights and other civil rights issues . . . we have an epidemic of white cop on black shootings in this country, even other countries are shocked and appalled at the brutality, militarization, and force that was used, not only in Ferguson, but had been used, formerly in Selma, Alabama.  She can bring a solid voice to law enforcement, having handled one of the worst, cases of police brutality, when several New York cops, raped a Haitian man with a broomstick . . . this is unacceptable!  We also have issues of domestic violence, rape, sexual assault, not only on our streets but on our college campuses, and in our homes, and even worse, in our military!

Like the female students, at the University of Montana, voiced recently, that we demand a change!  I know, as a former, Utah Assistant Attorney General, my presence, in a courtroom, or at a cops shop, or at a conference on domestic violence, rape, and sexual assault helped.  I was over the Victim Assistance Program, in the Utah Attorney Generals Office, and was often asked by victims of domestic violence, especially by the wealthy rancher's son, the old football star, and a general bad ass that men would not mess with, to come to court, after being re-victimized by the local cops . . . hopefully things have changed in the last 20 years, but me just being there, holding her hand so to say, and with a judge and cops, having to look at me, and knowing I had the ability to go over their heads, and make things happen, changed the outcomes of trials, arrests, jailing and sentencing.  One time this rancher, football star, and abuser, came up and pulled up his pants, showing me, his ankle monitor, and looking over the window of his jacked up truck, said, maybe I ought to abuse you, or go after you . . . I put my head in his window, and said, I dare you, I will have your ass in prison so fast, it will make your head spin . . . he drove away! 

WE DEMAND A CHANGE!  MS. LYNCH WOULD BE A GREAT ONE!

I have worked with U.S. Attorneys before, and there is still a close connection between, local, state and federal, cops and prosecutors, they rely on each other to solve crimes, and try cases . . . I understand that, but I also understand, that there is often this unspoken boys rule, that precludes women, or their inclusion in this silent game of keeping the power among themselves.  I did not, personally, agree with U.S. Attorney General, Eric Holder, on the Ferguson, independent investigation.  I have seen it too many times, both personally and in my cases, that the feds will cover for the local cops and prosecutors they have to have a continued relationship with.  I think, that Ms. Lynch, a female and black, will never, belong to the good old boys club, as I have neither, and to me, justice is justice, and right it right, and wrong is wrong, no matter who is taking the actions . . . this is not the fraternal order of the police, defending anything that looks, smells, and acts like a cop, ZIMMERMAN!  We need to restore trust, and trust in the office.

While I had issues, that had to go up to the state crime lab in Utah, and working with the FBI, who actually covered, the local cops, on voice recognition tapes, that I knew who they were, having only met them once, but the ACLU, did a study, at that same time and said, that nationally, state crime labs, were destroying exculpatory evidence or evidence that worked against the prosecutors and cops cases, and doctored evidence in their favor!  This is not the way to bring trust, maintain trust, or re-establish trust!  It is as if, the powers that be, know they will have to work with these guys again, and so they favor them, not justice!  The whole justice system, no matter who's rights, crimes, issues are in front of the judge and jury, is to see that there is Justice for all, not just for a chosen few!

Righteous Kill . . . OH, REALLY?

Last night, I was watching to old movie, Righteous Kill, with Robert DiNiro and Al Pacino, both old seasoned cops.  I fell asleep at the end, but DiNiro, had killed 14 people, he deemed worthless and druggies on society, worth killing, thus the righteous kill.  These were rapist, murderers, child molesters, drug dealers, and such, not the top of the line in society.  However, just as in the cop shootings of late, both black and white, I do not believe, that a cop can be judge, jury and executioner on our streets, as frustrating as that may seem, and how bad these guys are . . . that is just not our system and not your call!  A rapist got off at the first of the movie, and he made faces at the cops, as he left with DiNiro, threatening him, and eventually carrying out the death card, he had dealt him.  Now, I am sure that this is every cops fantasy to get the bad guys, that is what they are trained to do, and that is their job, but what separates a bad cop from a bad guy?  I have seen criminals, that I would rather deal with than cops, many times.  One of my clients, was dealing with the DEA, or the Drug Enforcement Agency, and he said, he couldn't tell who was more crooked the cops for the drug dealers?  I agree.

When the guy walked, the cops had not done their jobs, the evidence was weak, and the prosecutor said that the cops had violated every rule of justice and evidence, and they didn't deserve a indictment based on the flimsy evidence that was provided for the prosecutors, who are not magicians, and should not get a win, in our system, unless, they have sufficient proof, to charge, arrest, book, jail, and try a defendant or suspect. We cannot have each cop a law unto themselves . . . that will never work, and you will have more incidents, like the two cops that were gunned down by the guy several months ago!  This is about trust, about doing your job . . . anyone, can charge anyone with a crime, it is proving it that counts, even if you know damn well they did it, in our system, you cannot merely claim they did the crime, but you have to have actual proof of the crime, through evidence, testimony, facts, and witnesses!

This is not your game alone . . . they justice system, belongs to all of us.  We have far to many adults in the prison system today, and maybe because cops and prosecutor games, and I have been a victim of them, and they are not fair, nor are they professional, nor are they American in nature, but some foreign fascist shit, that doesn't have merit in our books, in our laws, or in our courts!

There Has Not Been One Thing, I Have Seen, That Would Concern Me In Voting Loretta Lynch, U.S. Attorney!

Leave Your Personal Politics Out of It!  This is About Justice For All!

WHAT IF SOMEONE WANTS YOU DEAD, BUT YOU LIVE TO TELL? D.C. PLAN--BRILLIANCE OF THE SEA, NO BRILLIANCE OF THE MOUNTAINS--CLEARWATER FIRE & RESCUE, TRUTH AGAINST VIOLENCE . . . AS I STRUGGLE TO WALK WITHOUT FAINTING, AND TOXIC TASTES, ARE EVER PRESENT IN MY MOUTH, BLOTCHES, BURNS ON MY SKIN, WONDERING WHAT DAMAGE THIS LAST POISONING IS DOING, RAVAGING MY BODY . . . I WAS HAPPY, THAT TODAY I FOUND A LETTER FROM THE CALIFORNIA VITAL STATISTICS, WITH A COPY OF MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE! SYMBOLIC REBIRTH . . . I HAVE HAD TO FIGHT EVERYDAY JUST TO KEEP MY IDENTITY--IT TOOK ME A YEAR AND A HALF TO GET THIS, JUST THE START OF A LONG LINE OF EFFORTS TO RE-OBTAIN MY AUTHENTIC GOVERNMENT DOCUMENTS, THAT PROVE WHO I AM . . . SAD, WHEN THE ONE CONTROLLING THE DOCUMENTS, IS ALSO THE ENTITY OR UNDER THE CONTROL OF THOSE WHO STOLE IT IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND DON'T WANT YOU TO HAVE IT BACK, NOR GET YOUR IDENTITY BACK, BEING DIVIDED UP AMONG AT LEAST THREE OTHER WOMEN! JUST THIS MORNING, THREE ATTEMPTS AT WRITING A BLOG ABOUT, THE HOT & DELICIOUS TOPIC OF MAKING DINNER FUN AGAIN, CELEBRITY CHEF, CURTIS STONE . . . AND HOW FAMILIES WHO COOK & EAT TOGETHER, TEND TO STAY TOGETHER! KAY OR ONE OF THE D.C. PLAN, CIA ASSETS, WILL STEAL THE TITLE, AND TRY TO WRITE WHAT I WAS GOING TO WRITE . . . RIDICULOUS! LIFE IS BLOG--GET YOUR OWN! BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK BLOG IS MINE, YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! ON ANY SEARCH ENGINE! GET YOUR OWN LIFE, IN PRISON HOPEFULLY, AND STAY THE HELL OUT OF MINE!

Amazing . . . Every Time You Think These ASSHOLES Are Possibly Leaving You Alone, They Steal the Next Title!  At Least I Didn't Have The Whole Thing Written!

This morning at the Butte Rescue Mission, where I am staying, and have been for a week, I found an envelope on the dresser, next to my bunk, and I was hoping that it was from the California Department of Public Health, Center for Health Statistics and Informatics, Vital Records, containing my birth certificate inside . . . and, happy to say, it was.  Now, one would think that getting a birth certificate should not be a big deal, but it has been, especially, since the government plan, or the D.C. Plan for me, taking away my life, basically, starting back in 2000, and continuing on to today, includes, stripping me of all self-authenticating evidence of my natural birth, life, history, pictures, ID, connections with my life, children, law practice, employment, and whatever else, they can do to make my life miserable, including, killing me!  

If you were to look at last weeks, poison, given through, the popular, green tea, coffee beans, and related diet related products, and took it in isolation, of all other events in my life, you might be able to convince yourself, that, no, in fact, I was not given poison, that was intended to kill me. However, if you look at the totality of the circumstances of my life, over the last 15 years, you will see that it is not only carrying on patterns and traditions of the past, but even doing what worked, 15 years ago, when I was poisoned with poisonous African tree frog gum, placed on my steering wheel of my car, oderless, tasteless, and being taken into your system, through the pores on your hands, and slowly going up and killing you, or attacking the frontal lobes of your brain . . . I just lived too close to the scene of the crime, the Utah Medical Association, where I worked and the poison was placed on my steering wheel.  A factor that the alleged experts didn't take into consideration, when planning my first demise!

Constant Attacks & Assaults On My Life . . . Whether Through Poison, Police, Putting Me in Eminent Danger, Or Whatever Variety They Come Up With!

So, to take the whole thing into perspective, there is an orchestrated, plan, could be right from the President's desk, or from those around him, to take me out of commission, so that my resume, history, legacy, writings, manuals, teachings, publications, blogs, and what not, can be used, by someone more controllable, I am a lose cannon, and nobody controls me, nor will they ever . . . but, that fact, does not allow, the government, under some, D.C. Plan, to come in my life, and steal every aspect of it, denying the creator, of it all, ME, to have access, priority, claim, and all to what, legitimately belongs to me, and has no connection, or tangential right for the government, to be involved.  I can see their fucked up, small minds, trying to justify it for national security, or for the greatest good for the greatest number of people, or to use my connection with the PEOPLE and the U.S. Constitution, to blindly get the masses to follow me, and then turn the compass, just a little to the right, or wherever, to make the people, see things through their point of view, which is contrary to both mine and the majority of the People!

I do not deal in tricks, bribery, corruption, violations of sacred trusts, promises, rights, privileges, allegiances, alliances, and so forth, and if these fuckers, can't convince me through, logic, argument, example, facts, evidence, and all those great things that I am trained to look at them, fuck them!  I will not play ball.  But, to take what I have produced, from children, to intellectual property, and manipulate it, after taking it, forgetting the 5th amendment, people can't be denied, life, liberty and property, without just compensation . . . pulling in a fake JoAnn, Joanne, Joann, Joan, and whatever corrupt version of my name, you use, does not compensate me, at fair market value, the going rate for government takings!  You have never approached me, asked me to help, offered me compensation, gotten my approval, asked if you could represent me, and you know I would not do that, so, you simply decided that it was easier to ask forgiveness than permission, and stole all I have, up to and including trying to steal my life!

After Being Frustrated Over YOU Fucking Taking MY Titles, Three Times, I Decided to Watch 48 Hours . . . TRUE CRIME, Which Yours IS!

The first show started with a young couple on a honeymoon cruise that ended in tragedy . . . but the thing that struck me as strange, was the name of the ship, Brilliance of the Sea, because, symbolically, the word, sea, has come to represent Kay, who lived in Half-Moon Bay, California, with her second husband, David Buttars . . . easy to trace this bitch, so what is the problem, not even close to where I lived, practiced law in San Diego, NOT FUCKING ME!  But, when the cops were interviewing four young men, over the murder, of the young husband, in true fashion, from my Intel guy, God, one of the men, was wearing a basketball, shirt, that said, WALLACE, and the number 3, on the back!  It was just yesterday, that I wrote the blog on Mel Gibson's movie, Braveheart, and the main character's name, was Wallace, which I referred to on several occasions!  And the number 3 . . . had my blog and writing from yesterday, an inspiring piece, if I don't say so myself, been stolen, and divided it up between the three main, JoAnns, Kay, Shelley, Rachel?

In the next 48 Hours, I watched, a young girl was attacked by her former boyfriend, who just wanted a hug, and then took two knives out and stabbed her until he thought she was dead, and left.  The hospital, she was flown to, was called, Bayfront Health . . . another connection with Half-Moon, Bay, or Kay . . . was God, trying to tell me, that this harrowing story, on both mine and this young woman, who barely survived, but went on to become a voice of Truth Against Violence, indicative and symbolic of my domestic violence and sexual assault manual, that got national awards, and the envy of all of these women, even being used, presently by the Department of Justice, to combat, human body trafficking, and probably where my name and status as an attorney, a mover and shaker in the government arena, started and blossomed! Getting an award by President Clinton, under the Violence Against Women Act, back in 1996 or 97, is not small deal, and being a national model, is not either!

Shelley, Kay and Rachel, have all been abused women, and I have not, at least, on a personal level, or getting beat up in my home; however, I will say, that Jerry Owens, Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart, Frank aka Allan Rex Bess, have joined with the brotherhood, of cops, prosecutors and judges, not to mention, all family members, clients, associates, lovers, and whomever they can convince to side against me, in this, extreme case of violence, prejudice and systemic abuse . . . then you could say, I am an abused woman, on a huge scale!  Now days, when women tell me their tales of dealing with one husband, I don't laugh, but tell them to multiply that by all cops, prosecutors, judges, government agents, friends, family, clients, and whatever, and they will get a broader picture of what I am up against . . . take the California vital statistics . . . I sent $93 to them, a year ago, January, 2014, after letting my Utah Driver License lapse, thinking, that it would take 10 days to get . . . oh, hell no!  I had their people, probably FBI, intercepting the calls, trying stop me from getting proof of my identity, since they had successfully paid people, to steal mine, right out of my purse, or even told the DMV in Great Falls, Montana, to keep my DL, but they started telling me that I had to talk to one of them, before they could send me my birth certificate, WHAT?

So, I tried, and every time I called them, I got their voice mail, or some menu . . . this went on for about 20 calls, until I finally realized, that this was just another one of their little ploys to stop me from having a driver's license, even though I have a perfect record, unless I got dinged for Rachel's DUI, and suspended!  Finally, I wrote a scathing email, about them facilitating and guarding those who are stealing my identity, and they wrote back, sounding just like Shelley, a benefactress, saying that I was too mean!  Government agencies don't have the luxury of telling the public that they will not send them a birth certificate, because they are mean . . . I knew, that John Bagby, whom I had used his address to get the certificate sent to, had most likely been paid off, to intercept the birth certificate from me, while I paid for it, and never got my money back, with the email stating that I had insufficient funds, which was a bold faced lie!  No, this is a federal crime, crossing over state lines, and where it he fucking FBI, helping them!  The twitch'en bitches!  Can you believe this shit?  Amazing . . .  and I do have a resume to die for, and they have tried many times to make me die for what, being exceptional!  LOL!  Their assets, chicks are standard government issue! Nothing Special . . . as average as the day is long, that is why they have to steal, they can't DO!

The Fragility of the Federal Male Ego . . . An Average Attorney Was Not Good Enough for a Wife . . . Brett's Ego Could Only Handle the Best Resume--MINE!

You see, Brett, my third husband, the mastermind, behind, the violence against me, along with Kay and Shelley, whom I am sure he fucked, both, and probably Rachel and Sue, Tiff and you know, that MoMo polygamy thing, like Joseph Smith, a test of the loyalty of his men, was to give their wives, to him, and that would seal the deal, and most dumb ass Mo's would, being 70% of the CIA, FBI, and FNSA, all the guys, and the main recruiting tool for the Mo fed operations.  Shelley, pretending to be me, and an attorney, early on in the game, soon became very apparent, that once I started to heal from the first attempt on my life, could not cut it as an attorney; therefore, when Brett met Kay, he decided, that she was better suited, since I was getting back in to politics and the law . . . but, Kay was a ho hum, attorney, who lacked any shine whatsoever on her resume, and she was going into the hole, financially, as was Shelley, about $10,000 per month!  LOL!

First Brett, Shelley had her lazy ass sons, Jesse and Isaac, watched Elliot Taylor Secrist, fly and succeed, as bass guitarist for Old School Parallax, God's Revolver--Hard Rock Band of 2008, and Maraloka, now Ditch in the Delta . . . check the new stuff out, gets better all the time, and so does the blood lust for his music by this crew of losers!  El's music became money . . . the thirst for power, acclaim, fame, riches, influence got in their blood . . . then I went back to practicing law, and had $700 million worth of cases, on my desk, another source of money, then the blog, then the water compact, Clearwater Fire & Rescue, the ambulance service, who helped the girl who was almost killed by her boyfriend, but you can see where this is going, not only the money and all that is connected, but the prestige of claiming all that I had done, in fact, that these women were, in fact, me, I am sure, took them from their lowly states as a biologist selling cabbage patch doll shoes, and loser jobs, being a flight attendant, and an attorney, who was beaten in superiority in the law, on her first job, your old junior high school friend, JoAnn, and here was a group of jealous, envious, money grubbing bitches and bastards, Brett never had a pot to piss in, and my father had waited his whole life and ours for riches, and here it was for the taking!  And take they did!

Forgiveness . . . Is That Possible At This Point?

As I heard this young girl, and her mentor, who was beaten and burned on over 80% of her body from her cop husband, and they stated that the one saving factor was forgiving these men, who had so severely hurt them . . . I would like to distinguish, between their cases and mine, the men were picked up and booked, immediately after their crimes were committed, I have seen no justice, no arrests, no charging, no jailing, and nothing!  In fact, all I have seen, if that people, due to the situation, they have kept me in, like staying at homeless shelters, and missions, so people tend to question whether you are even an attorney and why are you here, aren't you suppose to be rich?  Just yesterday a girl asked me that very question . . . shouldn't you be rich, fuck yeah, I should be rich!  To the tune of about, at a bare minimum, of about $200 million!  And you don't even have a driver's license, or a birth certificate, or a social security card?

If there had been an ending date, a stopping point, a landmark date, that these fuckers, said, okay, she has us, and we need to just leave her alone, I might have just dropped all of this, never even written about them, just like this morning, my intent, was to write about the pluses of eating together as families!  All fucking good stuff, but I have eyes on me, 24/7, like vultures from the pits of hell, waiting to tare the flesh off any bone that is exposed to them, that might produce money!  And, they also, want to claim that they wrote the works that inspire people, change people, help families, lives . . . and why can't they do this, they have nothing inspiring about them, they are thieves, liars, corrupt, and dirty players . . . a corrupt tree cannot produce good fruit, and the fruit, doesn't fall far from the tree, their children are equally as corrupt and involved; therefore, their produce is spoiled and no good, so they steal mine, and my produce!  

Once these people are safely behind bars, and I don't have to worry about being framed, set up, given poison, chased by their fucking armies, and whatever I have been going through for the last 15 years, then, I might be able to forgive them, when I know, their lives are going to be a living hell, and for as long as they made my life hell . . . I choose to be happy, but it is damned depressing thinking where I have been and where I am NOW!  As much as I appreciate, the help, the warm bed and the food, I would much prefer to be able to do what I want, eat what I want, be who I want, like I always did before . . . you compare me to what I used to be, before these fuckers, got their fangs and talons in me, and there is not comparison, in looks, professionalism, competence, and presentation . . . they have stopped me from going to the gym, worried, that I will be like I was before, weighing 140 lbs, and gorgeous, on top of my game, I was not always this weight,  in fact that was all part of the D.C. Plan . . . they forced me to take drugs that made me put on about 80 lbs. right off the bat!  

This was a systematic plan, to take me out, and steal my identity . . . I was just looking at my birth certificate, and my father is listed as a, Special Agent, in the Air Force, Intelligence!  I was not up against the average run of the mill, persons, but up against professionals, who knew just want to do, and how to do it, and I still do better work than they do, and they still want to steal everything I do, in fact, after I wrote the blog on comparing the flu like symptoms, comparing them to the ISIS like symptoms and writing a magical piece of work, that hopefully will inspire people to think differently . . . I had a dream, just that night, and my father, dressed in a suit and tie, was sitting with a Chinese gentleman, a very distinguished man, both looking up to me, the teacher, and my father said how much he enjoyed my writing!  I have been blessed with the Brilliance of the Mountains, not the sea, as in Kay . . . she cannot lay claim to what I do, write, think, and live, she doesn't have the experiences I have!  You can look Kay's works and writings up, if they are still there, on the Internet, and see the lower level of writing skills and styles, very apparent, she didn't write what I have . . . Shelley has been studying my work since she moved in 3770 Sugar Leo, St. George, Utah, 2010, the year I filed the Brock security case, and the Cheek corruption cases . . . she has tried to emulate my style, my humor, and wit, can't pull it off, and Rachel has been taking classes, trying to get her up to speed . . . mine all came as a result of my work, jobs, and passions!

The Harder the Journey, The More Glorious The Victory!

Eat Dinner With Your Kids, It Is Healthy Emotionally, Mentally, Physically, Psychologically!