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Favorite Pass Time, After Writing My Blog, Is Watching True Crime Shows . . . Shocked At the Motives for Murder?

Yesterdays, titles, from FBI Files and 48 Hours . . . let me see if I can make sense of my hen scratching all over the Volunteers of America, Durango Community Shelter, Guest Handbook a good example of the concept and idea of love, caring, giving food, shelter, and support, but I wrote my notes, for lack of paper, all over the booklet, so, we will see if I can list the true crimes, murders, motives, and possible reasons for these, bloody and horrendous crimes, often against unsuspecting and, basically innocent people, many of whom, had no idea, that anyone would ever hurt them, and how slight the provocation was, in many instances, that led to the senseless murders of so many people.  Here is a list of the episodes, and a brief description of the persons killed and the motives, shocking as they may seem, there are really monsters living among us . . . and what could have stopped all these terrible crimes, murders, mayhem, torture, dismemberment?  Just taking one second, and thinking about what a loving person would do, what people are going to be devastated by the death of this loved one, and do unto others as you would have done to you!  Here we go:

• 221 Family Secrets: this was about a young married couple, who just had their first baby.  An old girlfriend had broken up with her boyfriend and came to see the husband, an old flame.  The new wife, was patient and the husband, was nice, but distant.  The couple, even let the old girlfriend come and stay with them, for a while, a few days, while she got her life together.  But after the baby was born and right before Christmas, the old girlfriend called the husband again, and the wife, got on the phone, and said, that the woman, Patty Roara, (St. Patty's Day Poisonings?  Katy Perry's Roar . . . bragging about the job that was almost accomplished in Butte?) needed to respect the fact that the two were married, and that they had a new baby now, and Christmas was coming . . . and basically, in no uncertain terms, put a stop as best she could to the girlfriend's rekindled interest in her old boyfriend, who was now married. Three days later, the girlfriend, broke in the home, she was familiar with, from the stay earlier, and cut the phone lines, and stopped JoAnn Catchenack, interesting name, given, my situation, that there is more than one way to kill a mother and her baby (Elliot--God's Revolver), forced her to put the child, 4 month old baby boy, in the car seat, then get in the driver's seat, with Patty, sitting behind her, directing her to drive to a remote field and woods, about 40 miles from where the couple lived, made her get out of the car, carry the baby, then basically executed the mother, and they thought, that the baby was strangled.  The husband, at first didn't think much of the girlfriend, but the FBI started piecing together her alibi, that was a lie, and another old boyfriend, told the FBI, Roara, had a gun, and it turned out to be the gun that matched the one used in the crime, but it was a new hair folicle test, that matched the DNA of Roara . . . I mean, I am serious, talk about a lunatic's response to a very reasonable request from JoAnn, to leave her and her husband and baby alone!  Luckily, the FBI had the passion to pursue the case, and the cops who found the mother and babies bodies, were heart sick and cared, driven, they finally caught the woman, but what the hell is that about?

• The Un-Perfect: David Ghant (heist of music, case and blog money, given in grants, to launder the money, to many, and about a billion dollar heist), was a low level, security guard at Loomis Fargo, a money depository for banks, who, along with a female, co-worker, decided to rob the repository, with tons of cash collected from banks all over the city--got away with $17 million, being understaffed, and with Ghant being one of the last guards, to close the vaults each night, and the one who had the keys.  Kelly Campbell (I swear, either God, my Intel man, or the FBI is feeding me, wanting more information, the names are just so damn symbolic, I can't believe it--Kelly is the name of the attorney, who the enemies brought in to steal my cases, in Judge Ted Stuart's court, worth $56.7 million, and Judge Tena Campbell, is the name of the judge, I got disqualified, who had to write a letter of admittance to the 10th Circuit, and was taken off the bench as chief justice over the U.S. Federal District Court of Utah, $357 million case--huge heist), contacted a guy named, Steve Chambers ( Judge's chambers?  Brett Stuart/Stewart, the nephew or a relative of Judge Ted Stewart . . . mother's maiden name, if Chamberlain, also involved in all Iron County, dad was born there, and mother taught school there) and his wife, Michelle Chambers ( many people with the name Michelle, use the shorter name of Shelley, and Shelley, worked with Amy, a court clerk, and fucked an IT person, to get my e-filing account, somehow transferred to her computer, while I was practicing in several states, and gone all the time, or it could have been the Egyptian guy, Homeland Security brought in, always fucking with my computer, and setting up surveillance in my basement, until I kicked him out, but one my computer, at 3770 Sugar Leo, St. George, Utah, I had all my contracts with clients, my briefs, my emails, and everything, and suddenly, I had to send my material and briefs to Shelley's computer, to get it e-filed?  And then eventually, I couldn't even use my e-filing, set up a new one, not connected to the multi-million dollar cases, and I believe Shelley, went to court, as me . . . I was like the bean, under about 6 cups, and you are suppose to guess which cup, I am hid under, suffling doubles, and mixing and matching with ex-husbands, and boyfriends!  Shelley actually went into court, with a wig, and represented herself as me, Lindsay, who was in jail with me, after the sheriffs took my truck, and about $20,000 worth of personal property, told me, she saw her . . . so, either Judge Michael G. Westfall, or Judge John Walton, allowed that bitch to take my place in court, as law enforcement and criminal justice system members, protected the fraud, and chased the real attorney, and the female they couldn't control . . . Frank, lying, with a divorce bending, and me saying that he had absolutely no claim to my children, decided, he was Allan Rex Bess' double, and Shelley was my replacement . . . but the simple plan got more and more complicated . . .) but, Steve, as was Brett, the mastermind behind the heist, and Michelle, was to bring them up to speed in the wealthy circles, and work depositing the money after it was stolen.  They brought in several other guys, who made up the gang! Much as in the gang, I dealt with, there was an inner circle of friends and family, closed lips, and all formerly poor, with no means, as in this case of making the kind of money I did, with the exception of Kay Burningham, another attorney, but one going into debt, $10,000 per month in her law practice in torts, being licensed in Utah, California and maybe, Colorado, but she added the legal aspects, and also worked with Brock, Rice and my father, going after, the easy targets, me and my son!  The incident took place in Charlotte, South Carolina . . . I used to refer to Shelley, and gang as "Charlotte's Web", a book I saw Shelley reading, back when we were young, but seeing her network of gang members, including her sons, daughter, and bringing in everyone of my former flames, lovers, and husbands, with her going after each one of them, after I left them all!  But eventually the gang, got greedy, and refused to give Ghant money, and decided to kill him, down in the Cayman . . . Kay Man . . . Islands!  Shelley studied off-shore banking, Brett and Kay eventually hooked up, last I knew, but he had previously been with Shelley, but she had to be my shadow, and go with any guy I went with, or shadow me to Montana, and getting with the other men.  But, the FBI getting to David Ghant, who had been warned that the gang was coming to kill him, and he was relieved that the cops showed up to save his life!  I think, eventually, 21 people were charged in the heist, and 20 pleaded out, one was found guilty, the sentences seemed minimal, but, whatever . . . but, I would say, the inner circle of my heist, is somewhat larger than that, but it is a group of friends and family members, none of which have the capabilities to make the kind of money my cases, blog, or my son's music could  make . . . easy targets!  Mormon Church connections, FBI, CIA, NSA, cops, local, state and federal, they just crossed the two sisters, made Shelley the respectable attorney, and made me the fuck up she is . . . from the start, everything I ever did, was done on a huge scale, from the domestic violence and sexual assault manual, to killing asset forfeiture, spreading from Utah to 27 states, to me taking out federal and attorneys, in Medical upcoding for Medicare/Medicaid billing, to the largest civil rights cases the nation had ever seen, to the fucking most popular blog in the history of the Internet . . . doing it big, is my signature!  There is not one of them, brother-in-laws, included, that has the earning potential, I had . . . but if I can do it once, I can do it again, but I am pissed as hell, to have to start over, after recreating myself, at least 3 other times . . . but, this case, was so symbolic, it was crazy!  These people are not stupid, but they do have criminal minds, and as in the title, the are, very, Un-Perfect!  One of the things that came on the radar screen for the FBI, was Steve and Michelle, spending money all over the place, and neither one of them had regular jobs in the last two years before the heist . . . I think if the feds or whomever, is suppose to be checking this case, of mine, if there is anyone, they should look at the jobs, they had before they got my money.  Just when leaving Grand Junction, a train of RVs, all pulling hopped up Jeeps, of all colors, drove into town, reminding me, of Easter a few years ago, a bit Southwick family holiday, and one they always get together on . . . but I was a similar train of RVs and Jeeps, heading out of St. George, Utah, and I had been up in Montana, and was not expected back in the state, and I saw, this train, leave the freeway, and turn around, going back to St. George, while looking like they were heading to the Jeep Safari in Moab, a family dream vacation, and one, that David Harris, Tiff and family had done years before . . . this same thing, happened, the train of RVs and Jeeps, turned around, and headed out of town, and I had just finished my blog posting!  Whooops, jumping the gun again . . . the money has been hidden, laundered, and is invested in real estate, from St. George to Park City, and Logan . . . check the empty strip malls, all over, and I think, you can trace it back to the years that they stole Elliot's first CD, and marketed it around the world . . . when I suspected the circle of family and friends, were stealing the music, created a band with Isaac, Ryan Chambers and maybe Jessie, and other frauds, I pulled up, Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart's name, and found he had 4 pages of real estate listings, and Shelley got into real estate about that same time, and places like, Red Rock Center, in Park City, Utah, and other building hit Utah building and construction, like a storm, back in 2004 to 2006 . . . the years that God's Revolver started!  Very interesting stuff, already knew, but the symbolism is uncanny!  Oh, Hope Carlton and Page Tucker, he is Canadian, and the music was laundered through, 6 Avenue, Park Street, Glasgow, BC, Canada, with a music promoter, Canadian . . . right after I wrote, Skinning the Bunny . . . a van, with the name, Paragone, went down the street . . . Pair are Gone?   I made a case for murder!  I would check Hope's house in Loma, Colorado, and Page's house in Grand Junction . . . bet they left town after what I wrote!  Check banks in Aspen, Colorado . . . Kay lived her, Boulder, Colorado, Brett and her are big time skiers, my money bought them quit the life . . . SWEET RIDE!  Both were poor as church mice!  If I had made the money, I would have upset the Southwick apple cart . . . making more, and money is a big deal to them, that either and both brother-in-laws, the standard, for the family materialism, and made them look, like chump change . . . couldn't handle me success, and the money would, from any Secrist, have been unbearable for the family!  LOL!

• Fatal Choices:  The woman in this episode, looked so much like, sister, Rachel, who had been an abused woman, and I would say, still is . . . and she had actually been a flight attendant for Delta Airlines, Rachel, worked for United Airlines, but the woman, who was liked by everyone, except the loser, attorney she married, who had abused her, and later killed her.  But the interesting thing, that brought the situation, closer to home and me, was, that the murder took place in the city of Bainbridge!  Hell, any symbolism there?  Presidential candidate, Mormon, Mitt Romney, Bain Capital!  And it was interesting, when she was found, she was clutching a t-shirt, with the symbol of President Obama's Change on it . . . too close to real!  Rachel is allegedly me, but I don't look like that, and fatal choices, Jerry Owens, Brett Stewart/Stuart, and last, Frank, aka. Allan Rex Bess, all hate President Obama, and my father, had a picture of George W. Bush and Laura Bush, on his walls, at least for the first term of President Obama!  My clients, Henry S. Brock and Jay Rice, in the securities case, for $357 million, wanted me to write in the complaint, that they promised to pay the Mormon Church, 10% of the damages from the case, at the time, I said, that will not help you, and there is a separation of church and state, the judge is only going to rule on the law, not tithing!  With the potential of a Mormon president, and the gang, having visions of ruling the world, I should have known, but I filed back in 2010, two years before the race.  Then Brock and Rice, wanted me to contribute to BYU . . . NO, then I told them I was setting up a constitutional law firm from hell, oh, you can set it up under Hank's brother's and his, non-profit?  What, so no tithing to the church, no contributions to BYU, more of the same type of cases against the government, and I was voting for Obama . . . so they all just decided to up and steal the case!  All the men, past, current and present, were all, very connected, integrated, and involved in the Mormon Church, with Mitt, and the Republican party, so go figure . . . fatal choices!  Politics are a blood sport, when Mormons have a chance to rule the world, with a Mormon president, like Kay and Mitt, tried to impress on the UK, the day after the U.S. Federal Judge, Clark Waddoups, just up and dismissed the case, he couldn't help the government win, so they said the case was terminated, unfinished, and the fuckers, took the money and ran.  March 27, 2012, BBC, UK, a Mormon President for the World . . . what are an author of anit-Mormon books, Kay Burningham, and a Mormon President doing together, promoting a documentary in the very symbolic, U Kay?  There were several really symbolic names in the episode, Judge David Fury, that could go for any of the judges, that I have trashed for being totally unfaithful to the law, to ethics, and to their positions on the bench, to the point of criminal behavior, that of letting women, other than me, play attorney in their court rooms, or sign off on huge ass settlements, cutting me out of the settlement process, when they are MY FUCKING CASES!  Two of the attorneys, names were, Steve Bell, one of my symbols for Shelley, can't remember just how that one came about, but Bell in my more complicated brain that the federal tax code, represented her!  The other one, was David Joyce, my mother's sister's name is Joyce, indicating, that the attorney, was a sister, not the real relative or mother!  The Sheriff's name was, Sandy McDermitt, interesting name choice, new sheriff in Missoula, is Sheriff McDermitt, the mayor's boy, and former, city cop, with under sheriff, Jason Clark, being clearly my choice . . . I was chased by the city cops, then just before I went to Butte, after the poisoning, I was chased by cops for 24 hours . . . Shelley calling the shots, she is connected into them, and they think she is ME!  And that I am her!  I also, think that there was dirty politics, involved, not only in the lawsuit, that McDermitt and his undersheriff, Jason Johnson won, for $60,000, from the sheriff's department, just before the sheriff's race, with McDermitt, using $40,000 of that for his campaign, that was announced right after the lawsuit was settled, being sealed, and behind closed doors, not hard for Shelley and gang, including cops, just criticized cops for the two cop shootings, and stopped application for militarized vehicle grant . . . Shelley's?  Shelley was with Jerry, going to Sundance Film Festival, then, she seemed to know Brett, and so did Kay, prior to me marrying him, and she and Frank, InterPol, aka, Allan Rex Bess, the pair in a deadly attraction, as was Kay and Brett!  Judy Daly, was the key witness in the case I defended the real Allan Rex Bess, and she teamed up with Shelley, and Judy lied and protected Shelley and Frank, when I surprised them and came home to Parowan, unexpectedly . . . Frank lied and said that Judy was his sister!  Police Chief of Parowan, in a sting op, to get rid of Chief Griffith, who was a friend of mine, Kent Wade, was also, in the military, also, internal affairs, and key to protecting Frank, lying as if he was Allan, covering murder, twice, and was in on the staged death or suicide of Frank, and saying that Shelley was ME, brought in for the Delta Force Intelligence special op of taking me out . . . protecting the Utah National Guard, in my claims that 3 Iron County Sheriffs were also Nation Guard members and murdered, Tristan Lameroeaux's wife, Misty, and blamed Tristan!  The real Allan was going to help me on the case, Frank, said he was guilty . . . 180 degree change!  Frank is collecting Allan's VA benefits, and his Social Security . . . NO DEATH CERTIFICATE!  Shelley is double collecting a week before me, on my Social Security, and Frank is stealing Allan's, and he also cleaned out Allan's families stock, banks, property and insurance, with Shelley's help!  Dirty Dudes . . . they brought Frank in, double for Allan . . . 3 inches shorter, scrawny, 10 years older . . . police, sheriffs, Adult Probation and Parole, Jason Johnson, Utah, all knew the lie, and covered up the murder--kid murdered by Frank to take cops off the track of Allan's death, as did County Attorney, Scott Garrett . . . alleged suicide, county attorney determines the cause of death, suicide, but no ambulance, no cops, nothing, three phone calls made after alleged death, and not death certificate?  All part of the special op and deals cut, to steal my money on the Cheek et. al. vs. Garrett et. al. case, with Kelly Ann Booth, horning in on my case for $56.7 million, with the Cheek's help, who got two homes, one for $350,000 and $400,000, plus a hefty monthly sum of $1900 per month for kids they adopted?  There grand kids? And all Kelly did was get Scott Garret and Judge Miller, removed from the case, he was the ring leader of my case against Iron County, and all my clients, hated him, he was redlining their take downs, and he has been intimately involved in mine!   Fuckers need to go down, death penalty, Utah firing squad will do!  Just in time . . . oh, Kitty Lyle, was one of the players in this episode, symbolic of my term for the CIA, baby CIA, like the chicks they brought in to play me . . . Hope was probably CIA, cross deputize them all, or Judge Lyle Anderson, on the Hope M. Carlton-Levin, stellar 10 prong test I came up with, while Liar Anderson, I am sure, while fucking me, said that one of the baby CIA bitches was me, Shelley, Rachel, Kay, like I said, mix and match and try to find the real, JoAnn S. Secrist, under the cups, as they are shifting and switching male partners, and gals, being me, so you never see ME, who did it FUCKING ALL!  Case of the Keystone Cops Gone BAD!

• Movie, Pain & Gain, based on Muscle & Mayhem:  Mark Walhberg, plays main, muscle head, can't find where I wrote his name down, but a group of guys, who work and work out, at the Sun Gym, decide to kidnap wealthy people, kill them, and their all their money!  Shelley was in preparation for this, for years, I remember seeing her books, an avid reader, on her shelf, off shore banking, serial killers, money laundering, and her favorite TV shows were, the Sopranos, Riches and true crime cases, like Cold Case Files and 48 Hours.  She already had mafia connections, saving her sorry ass, turning in her ex-husband and mafia, man, Alan Wolfson, to save her own ass . . . not to be confused with ME, baby sister, and Utah Assistant Attorney General, and the author of the Brock et al v. Herbert et al, securities case, the brain child!  My father, had been investigated 5 times by the Utah Division of Securities, and sequestered himself in his basement, during the same time, Shelley and her four children lived with my parents for 7 years.  I believe, she saved him and herself, and threw me under the bus, to steal the case, settle the deal, once I won the case, with Attorney General Mark Shurtleff, telling me, his clients, hated me . . . hell, he was a defendant, that comes after trying to settle the case, over and over again, teamed with sister Shelley, going back to the deal maker, and fuck the sister who won the case, and refused to deal, once I had done all the work . . . but Shelley, spent her days, dreaming of wealth, but it was in the form of taking, my son's, or mine.  I remember, after being diagnosed with the terminal brain disease, that I should have been dead, by 2002 if it had been the real thing, and Shelley finding an insurance check in one of my boxes, that I had not bothered to cash, for $3,000 and her starting, working on stealing my ID, since she had creditors, warrants, and was being chased by all kinds of people, she needed to switch ID, and what better way, that to poison sister, an attorney, and take over her riches, name, resume, and better still with the attorney general and cops, help, even got better, the feds got in the action, the family, and ex-husbands, whom I jilted, and were pissed off . . . so similar to this horrible true crime show, these guys dreamed of wealth, but getting it the old fashioned way, stealing it!  Me and Elliot, were the easy targets, they had set me up with brain disease, got ex-husband and father fired from his job of 17 years, with a two year old, complaint about someone he supervised, with my mother saying if he had been active, Mormon, that never would have happened, as if personally making those decisions and they were!  Music was cleared, both mother and father, were taken out of the game, at the same time! I just can't believe, that you fuckers, the FBI, CIA, NSA, can, know everything, every word I write and whatever about me, and you can't fucking go back to the Bountiful High School year books, and see, all the players, right in plain sight, years, ages, names, all of them!  Stupid shits! So fucking easy . . . like I always say, if you are not part of the solution, YOU ARE THE FUCKING PROBLEM!

HOTTEST TIP OF All . . . THE FACEBOOK DETECTIVES!

• this is about a high school friend, who disappears.  I don't need you to look at that, but, the only thing I have ever done on facebook, is set up a profile, no picture, and I forgot my password, right after that and was too busy to do anything with it.  I also set up a linked in account, but again, no picture and forgot the password.  That is about as complicated as I got, so, I know that Rachel, and her husband, Kay are big time facebookers; Kay has a website that she took off, or said it was under construction, the day after I discovered the dates of the termination of my securities case, out of the blue, after beating the already beat, government attorneys, and skunking the fucking judge too, on jurisdicitional issues he tried to argue for the government, who had already taken bribes, and thought the case was over, until they, Brock and fuckers, realized that I had filed a brief, January 18, 2012, while I was on my way to the United States Supreme Court, and also filed the request for a settlement conference in the Cheek case, still representing, Travis Braun . . . I attached a picture of my driver's license and bar card, with picture, because I knew they were trying to say Shelley was me, with insiders in the U.S. Federal Court, blocking me from any access to my e-filing account! When I was trying to get, picture ID, to get my Birth Certificate, recently, since, my mother, allegedly said she didn't have one of the 5 copies I deposited with her, and the request I made back in January of 2014, just half a month after I let my Utah Driver's License lapse, paying the $93.00 to California, never receiving the birth certificate, being intercepted, by John Bagby, whom I had the Vital Statistics send the BC too, took it and I am sure, gave it to Shelley and gang!  Then allegedly, I was too mean, when I got calls, and couldn't contact people from the Vital Statistics or the attorneys, that said they were representing the agency, wrong, because I got a BC recently, coming straight from the state of California, so that phone call and email request was intercepted, by NSA, or them giving Shelley or Kay access to my email account, and them answering as if they were the agency, saying I had insufficient funds on my credit card, or Walmart money card, that they also paid, John to intercept!  I had to get a new card on that too!  You will find, Shelley's daughter, Alex, living in Texas, on facebook and maybe Shelley, but, follow the lead of these high school, chums, and you might find a shit load of information, Susan Schmidt is on facebook, as are her children, and Elliot is not one of her kids, and she is not me, and she is fucking bitch, stupid as hell, thinking she could ever pull off being me!  Good God, help me, you fucks!  So, fucking easy!

Private Needham's War!

• this was about a military vet, who came home from Iraq, and he got with a girlfriend, and an old girlfriend showed up, and the two girls got into it, and after the old flame left, Needham, went crazy and killed the current girlfriend . . . tragedy of the war, PSTS.  But, the thing, I liked about this title, was the symbolic significance of the name . . . Kay Burningham, that is allegedly me, living on my resume, may, in fact, have been hired, based on lies, and my credentials, back in Washington, D.C. under the ruse of being me, and being feared and respected by cops of all levels, and the very guys who are suppose to protect people from identity theft, are protecting the lying bitch!  Now the CIA, is over financial crimes and they allow, Kay to go into the U.S. 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, ordering the three panel of judges, to cancel oral arguments, when seizing my house, along with the computers I wrote the briefs on, destroying and stealing all evidence of contracts, briefs, 521 pages of evidence, family pictures, certificates from the 10th Circuit, pictures of myself, and all evidence of my children, the home, etc., and all $700 million worth of cases, against Department of Justice and Homeland Security, ICE, National Guard, Las Vegas Review Journal, state of Nevada and Utah, and a ton more, going out the door, leaving me, literally, with the shirt on my back . . . still went to Denver to argue the case, with no notice of the cancellation, figure, they took my computer, so how in the fuck, would I get a notice?  Government attorneys never showed up, they got the word, or the deals had been cut, and I was the only one in the dark, but didn't take the bait and stay in Utah, having had my whole life stolen, right out from under me, I am too responsible for that . . . but, so the FBI order that cancellation when they learned I came anyway, trouble . . . but, so the agencies who are responsible for financial crimes and just interstate crimes, with would be in the jurisdiction of the FBI, because, I crossed state lines and was arguing in federal court!  So the cover-up, became a fucking war, protecting Kay, or Burninngham . . . we NEED HAM!  They, the involved agencies, that may even have her for a boss, protected the criminal, and were criminals themselves, and this became a private war, with the agencies, needing HAM or Burningham!  Not only was Kay, ME, but she was Brett's wife, possibly a big shot, based on my resume and legend!  And in reality, she was a C rate attorney, going into debt, $10,000 per month!  Kay was a fucking, ambulance chaser, the scum of the legal world, but with potential to make money, Kay just couldn't do it!  LOL!  I even stepped into her shoes, and wrote a brief, on a motion, to the one case I saw Kay argue, and she was fired in the middle of the trial, and I won the motion!  PAYBACK?

There Was Nothing But Hatred, Jealousy, Envy, Green as Can Be . . . When All I Did, Was My Job!  From My Domestic Violence Manual, to My Cases, to My Blog . . . Just Did  NSA JUST FUCKING ERASED MY TITLE, AND I CAN'T GET THIS LINE OFF . . . PROOF!  I AM RIGHT!  Song the BITCH IS BACK . . . FUCKING RIGHT, I AM!

P.S. I just got up from the booth, here at the McDonald's in Durango, and looked out the window, and low and behold, there is the GENERAL PALMER HOTEL . . . THANKS, GOD, INTEL MAN, Kay lived at Half Moon Bay, California, on the Pacific Ocean, so that seem to indicate, palm trees, so Palm HER, is one of the signs, me and my Intel, that is smarter than hers any day, all thousands of them, he just validated, why they, the agencies, NEEDHAM so bad, because they should all be in fucking prison, for knowing about this, and covering it up!  If I was President Obama, I would fire the whole fucking crew, CIA, FBI, NSA and the other 40 agencies, and balance the deficit, and start over, including the Secret Service, that has how many problems?  These guys are ruled buy their fucking cocks, not their brains!  LOOK at this shit, Kay is a dumb ass, and I am embarrassed to have her goddamn, name associated in any way with MINE!  Get her the fuck out of my life and in PRISON, before your private war takes you all down!  And on the radio, I heard that Allan Was Freed . . . so a serial killer, is going free, he killed Allan Rex Bess and a kid on the Parowan Town Square, near the northwest corner, covered up by cops, saying it was a suicide, NO it was murder, county attorney, Scott Garrett would have had to verify homicide or suicide, I was there, watching the sheriffs, no Parowan cops, but the old Parowan Chief of Police's brother, suspicious, jealousy . . . but, that was a murder, I was on the scene before the cops covered the body, Frank aka Allan was no where in sight, he came back to get his dog, and there were truck tracks, in the snow, where the truck had been moved the night of the murder!  YOU FUCKING DUMB SHITS!  Get this right, I will testify against all of them, including my PARENTS!  This has nothing to do with your god-damn excuse for everything, national security!  I am as close to bleeding pure red, white and blue as you can get, and Allan Rex Bess was too!  FRANK, BRETT, JACK, TONY, MIKE, JERRY, and their BITCHES are your threat to National Security!

SADDLE UP . . . ALL ABOARD AMERICA! LOVIN' IS BETTER THAN MATIN' (MR. KENNEDY, WHERE ARE YOU?)--THE SHIRT OFF MY BACK (SHOP NAME), DURANGO, COLORADO . . . WOW, LOVE THE RED TROLLEY CAR LOOKING BUSES, AWESOME RIVER WALK-WAYS, SHINY ART ALONG THE WAY, GRASSY KNOLLS & PICNIC TABLES . . . THRIVING HISTORIC AREA, FORT LEWIS COLLEGE, VOLUNTEERS OF AMERICA . . . FUNKY SHELTER, FITS, THE HEALTHY & FIT PEOPLE OF COLORADO, EXERCISE PLAN WORKED INTO GETTING TO THE DURANGO COMMUNITY SHELTER--KILLER HILLS TO GET UP THE MOUNTAIN--GOOD IDEA--GOD KNOWS THE ONLY WAY I WILL EVER GET THIN AGAIN, IS NO CAR, WALKING A TON & POVERTY DIETS HALF OF ANY GIVEN MONTH; MY CHOICE OF MOTELS! LOL! AUTOMATIC FRIENDS & STREET COLLEAGUES WHO SEE LIFE JUST A BIT DIFFERENT THAN THE REST OF YOU! HAD A DREAM MY OLDEST DAUGHTER WAS 4 AGAIN & AT THE SHELTER WITH ME, CALLED HER, SHE WAS JEALOUS AS HELL THAT I WAS IN DURANGO! THE WIND BENEATH YOUR WINGS, 50 CHOICES OF GREAT STATES TO EXPLORE, NO NEED TO GET STUCK ANYWHERE! FUN, FUN, FUN . . . BEAUTY, EXCITEMENT & ADVENTURE! COMMENTS ON KEYSTONE PIPELINE, WATER COMPACT, THAILAND'S NEW LAWS & APPROACH TO SLAVE LABOR IN FISHING, TRUE PEACE . . . WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! GOD IS LOVE, HIS LAW IS LOVE!

 Durango, Hell, Yeah!  I'm All Over It!

I have had a few delays, in meeting James Kennedy in Durango, like getting poisoned a few times, some last parting shots at me, before leaving Montana, where I have loved, written about, and enjoyed for the last three years, but, last year, I felt that my time and mission, for whatever purpose was finished about year ago, but as critical issues, politics, and exploration would have it, apparently, I over stayed my stay!  LOL!  I am like a moth to fire, and just can't help myself, being educated as I am in the law, with huge, contextual framework of knowledge and experience, fearing none, I just can't help giving my opinion on about any area. I was the same way as a Utah assistant attorney general, just give me a microphone, and give me the subject, and I will research and even present to the experts, like when I had only 24 hours, to prepare a speech on white collar crimes, and present it at the Little America Hotel, in Salt Lake City, Utah, to over 400 state employees, who were all CPA's, or Certified Public Accountants, no problem, my boss, Jan Graham, the Attorney General, had 6 months to prepare, but she decided she didn't want to attend, and I think, as I was told, they, the AG's Office, hired me as her double, although I had blonde hair and she had salt and pepper, hair, I guess they did the Utah thing, and bait and switched out the speakers, until I started to get top billing over my boss for speaking engagements . . . she made short shift of me!  LOL!

But, as I was taking the bus, from Grand Junction to Durango, I was thinking, what the hell happened in Montana, no one was more loyal, my son, even thought, that I should be a tour guide for the state, pushing the beauty, the mountains, the people, the Constitution loving people, as far as I read it like they did . . . that was key!  And right as I was wondering, what happened, I got a sign, that said, they thought, sis was me, and then seconds later, a truck with the word, Keystone, to me indicating the Keystone XL Pipeline, was one of the reasons, I was targeted, and another truck went by with the name, something like, Brian Switzer, the name of the former, and pretty popular governor, before Governor Steve Bullock!  Interesting, Montanans believe in your first amendment rights, until, they see the issue different than you do, then off with the head.  Since I am a constitutional law attorney, and generally, fall, in my opinions, not with or against one party or another, but where I believe rational thought, and an deeper, than the normal person would do, analysis of the United States Constitution, state constitutions, regulatory rules, with agencies, making rules, state legislative statutes, or the minds and will of the people, as represented in their selections of representatives who battle the laws, policies, and positions of their constituents, and then vote according to party lines!  LOL!  Actually, this session, there has been more nonpartisan voting than usual, and the legislature has done some cool stuff, so I am not complaining.

I am wondering, however, what is going to happen to the controversial water compact, that to me, and a district judge is patently unconstitutional!  The legislators, need to keep in mind the big picture, and protect their water, which in their state constitution, is all theirs, ground water, spring water, surface water, etc. and a water right, only consists of water that is used for the use and benefit, of the water user, and if there is not use and benefit, there is not water right.  They are buying into the bull shit, that the Indians, are going to call in 10,000 water right shares . . . well if they can't show, quantified, water usage, for the use and benefit of the reservation, they don't have a water right!  This is another issue that I cross hairs with the powers that be, the Governor, and his legal counsel, Andy Huff, are okay with paying the tribes, $8 million per year, until they use up the $55,000,000, that is being requested for waterway reconstruction and infrastructure repairs.  So, I am at odds with the power structures in the state, and I guess poisoning me, is the solution!  This morning on bing, search engine, I had 24,500,000 results, in 65 seconds, my blog carries a punch, and people read it!  That is the problem, and a ton of Montanans and Utahans read the blog, because it is generally about issues that I know about or have been involved with.  

But, the Mo's, Mormon mafia is a live and well in Montana, and up at the legislature, my sister, Susan Schmit, is masquerading up in Montana, Helena, as me, because, like I said, from a song the other day, What People Won't Do For My Name . . . What They Won't Do For Money . . . Sue the history major, did an analysis, that Tony Osthemeier, gave me to review, and I about barfed without poison, all she had done, was give a play by play of the meetings, reports, and history of the battle over the water compact.  There was nothing legal about it . . . but, that is what you get, when you try to take a moderately liberal, and constitutional law attorney, who knows the Constitution and the levels of analysis you need to go to to get the fucking right answer, not what your client wants to hear, but actually what the Hellgate Treaty of 1855, combined with the plain language, intent and history of statutory interpretation, that Sue would know nothing about, other than from her, daughter, what she called the constitutional law girl, and girl, baby in the law, she is, just graduating from UNLV law school, just a few years ago, and taught civics lessons to high school students . . . 

I clawed my way, through all obstacles to get to a U.S. Supreme Court level, and if you don't think there is not a huge learning curve, between my first brief on my $357 million securities case, and the brief for the 10th Circuit, you are as fucked as the Mo's that think Sue can pass as me! You can get yourself in a shit load of trouble, and give away, Montana's legacy, rich with water, and power, just because some bitch is making the Governor and his legal counsel, feel good, playing political games, of bait and switch, alleged constitutional law attorneys, when you are, as in the CFP, add, with the disc jockey, with the new hair cut, and a suit, passing himself off as your financial planner, and you trusting him investing your wealth!  Listening to Sue, pretending to be me, just because I haven't been up on the hill for two years, other than to sit in on the last day the Senate, actually, in profound stupidity, contrary to the interests of the state, the tax payers, and their constituents, voted in favor of the water compact, running in fear of alleged water rights, that are not there, unless they, the tribes can prove they are using water, and quantify it . . . my head for this, but, fuck'em, I care more about the people of the state of Montana, than the pussy ass, drill baby drill, former, DEMOCRAT gov, who now works for the mining industry, and is or WAS all about the Keystone Pipeline, no matter how the oil glut, in America, would be effected by pumping Canadian oil and gas into the already glutted industry!  

Keystone Pipeline . . . Benefit a Few, Most Canada, Britain!  I Am Your All American Girl, Pro Our Oil & Gas Industry . . . The Glut is Starting to Show People the Wisdom in the Veto!

The job impact, was minuscule, the environmental impact, really, unknown, all on America, not the Canadians, or the Koch brothers, who would be making the money!  We have a glut, with oil and gas reserves, capped off . . . look at the facts, the reality of who is benefiting from it, and thank God, we have a President, very unpopular in Montana, who will do what benefits America, rather than Canada, like the Mormons, who want the one world order, really . . . taking most converts back in time and they are with roots, in Britain, so hook that up with the Bushes, and you get the shit, we got for 8 years under that dumb ass administration, that about tanked America and destroyed our economy, permanently!

In The Daily Sentinel--I Think, Grand Junction Newspaper--Colorado Legislature Is Protecting Their State Water From Feds!

What Montana doesn't realize in all their talk about 10th amendment, and the struggle between the balance of power between the states and the federal government, that they are cutting off their own nose to spite their face, by signing the water compact, in violation, not only of the treaties and compact clauses of the United States Constitution, stating what states can't do, make treaties or compacts, and then in the first section of their state of Montana Constitution, the Indians are the sole jurisdiction of the federal government, it is their problem if the Indians, didn't claim their water rights back between 1973 and 1983, with 10 year notice, all water right claims needed to be filed with their country recorder!  Indians and those being allegedly protected by the BIA, or the Bureau of Indian Affairs, still had to file claims, now the feds, may have thought they were not going to be controlled by the state legislature, but the state is in control of all water in the state boundaries and borders, including the reservations . . . which were not made exempt, and you can't rewrite history, giving them more rights than they were given after they ceded their lands, fair or unfair, the are only to get sufficient water for the use and benefit of the lands within the reservation, with nothing outside the reservation . . . right to fish, is not a water right . . . never has been, with 12 streams, being maintained by Montana state agencies!

The river beds around Durango are dry, and I think, the state is seeing that they are going to have to protect their water rights, and the feds, one way to control the people is to take water away from the citizens, and then the federal government can control everything!  Water is the breath of life, you can't live without it, and you can't grow food without it; therefore, you, states, in this battle, that has raged since the days of the Civil War, better get smart, and only allow the federal government to control the waterways, that have been interpreted to mean, navigable waters, with ports, the express jurisdiction of the federal government's control over water, those going to open water, the oceans and the seas . . . where the federal government forms treaties, compacts and agreements with other nations, which is what the Indian Nation is, a foreign government!  DON'T THROW THE BABY OUT WITH THE BATH WATER . . . even if you don't like the messenger, don't fuck this up!  Good job, Colorado, Montana seems to be going the way of Utah, with the Mormon mafia following me up to Montana, to guard their political preferences, that fuck the tax payers, to benefit the business men, like former Governor Switzer!

Durango & Silverton Railways Going By . . . Tourism Alive and Well in Colorado, at Least in Durango!  My History & Connection with Durango

Family of Native Americans or Indians,  a son, wearing a shirt, that says, United Assassin's Creed, take a number for a hit, assassination, mob dusting, they know I read signs, t-shirts, can't afford not to, but everyone, hates and loves me . . . just came into McDonald's were I am having a Diet Coke and sausage burrito, my favs, trying to quit DC, both Diet Coke and Washington, D.C. . . .  remember, not only do the Mo's run the CIA, FBI and NSA, at least in Utah, but D.C. is full of them, and they don't like me to limit their power by the express language of the U.S. Constitution, any more than the cops, like me putting the Old Ball & Chain, around their ankles, with the Constitution, when they have been free ranging cops, under the Patriot Act, for the last 15 years . . . the Montana Legislature, voted to make all new cops, seeking to be certified through P.O.S.T., Peace Officer Standards & Training, to be trained in both the U.S. Constitution, the Bill of Rights and the Montana Constitution, Section II, if I remember right, thanks Rep. Jennifer ?, it will come to me, but she is a senator!  Doing the RIGHT THING!  I am as quick to compliment, as to criticize!  Oh, Senator, Jennifer Fielding!  That's her name . . . doing good stuff.  Critical mind, love it!

Dude Ranch to TOP OF THE WORLD . . . You Can Literally Stand In Colorado, Utah, Arizona & New Mexico at the Same Time!  Mesa Verde Indian Ruins . . . Way Cool, Talking About Natives!

Before politics, law school, opposing positions, and an acutely critical mind, going against the grain, the program as my father refers to it, of the well beaten path of Mormonism, my dad, actually, used to be quit cool, and really was a stand up kind of Mormon Bishop, and bucked the system, teaching me to think, look at facts, statistic and examples, in his church service, totally awesome, seeing he had 6 daughters, who hated the fact that the Boy Scouts in the Mormon Church, got to do all the fun things, and the girls, only got to go to girl's camp, once a year, staying protected in our femininity and vulnerability as the alleged weaker creatures, within the confines of Utah!  LOL!  After hearing his daughters, bitch and moan about the discriminatory actions of the Church, dealing very differently with the males and the females, he gave in and someone, our leaders, in conjunction with my father, who had to give he approval, took about 20 juvenile girls to Durango, Colorado, to a dude ranch, going on horseback to the Top of the World, and the Mesa Verde Indian Ruins . . . I don't remember the town of Durango, much, but I vividly remember what the dude ranch looked like to this day!  

We had cooks, that came with us, on this 7 day, horseback trip, that I was sure I had the dumbest horse of the whole pack train, of animals, going up the steepest trails, and my stupid horse, tripping on branches, rocks, and other paraphernalia, along the trail, scaring me half to death, getting a pine tree lashing, in the face, each time my lame ass horse, walked me right into the trees on the trail, realizing, now, that it was the stupid, inexperienced, cowgirl, riding the animal, who didn't know how to control a horse, letting the reigns, just loosely hanging from the horses neck, giving it no guidance and demands from the rider!  This may have been where I got the notion, of loving the cowboy culture, of states like Montana, Colorado, Nevada, Idaho and even Utah, it came from somewhere.  We woke up each morning to campfire breakfast prepared by great trail guide cooks, enticing enough, to make teenage girls, crawl out of their warm but wet, sleeping bags, braving the damp, dew soaked grass and air, to eat the hearty breakfasts, each day.  There is a spot, up on the mountain, with a cement marker, where visitors, can stand, over two sections of the four, marking the place the four states, meet, converging at a perfect, circle, called the Four Corner's Area.  The mountains were absolutely beautiful, with wildflowers as I remember, filling me with romance, adventure, and visions of loves to come . . . haven't changed one bit!  LOL!  They say you are most your authentic self, when you return to what you were like in high school, hey, I am there!  Get back to yourself, as the Beattles would say, Get back Jo, Jo, back where you belong!

The Unidyn Truck, Polygamy, Torturing Our Male Escorts . . . 20 Girls, Calling The Men, DAD!  Utah License Plates!  LOL!  People Staring At Every Stop!

The chartered buses, we generally took, when going to girl's camp, were out, all 15 to 20 of us girls, were thrown into the back of an empty truck, with sleeping bags, pillows, and loose run of the open truck--with no air conditioning, but conditioning tough chicks.  The leaders, both male and female, I think, don't remember the female leaders much, maybe they didn't come, the males were to protect us, but we took what little we knew about polygamy, not much at that age, not an issue, until I got married . . . then it became a fucking huge issue to me, until my future husband, just a romantic idea in my mind at that point, but aware of him, bad boy, living just down the street, but told me I was going to be cute someday, after toilet papering my neighbor's house, hangering it, and sneaking out our basement, pushing me up against the furnace, telling me he would kill me if I told anyone, so of course, when my mother asked me if I knew anything, I lied, fearing my inevitable death by the bad boys in the hood!  My mother was going to shave my head, when she found out that I lied, I probably told my sister, Sue, the one I was talking about above, who always felt it her moral duty to rat me out to my parents, when I pushed the family car out the driveway for a moonlight drive, before I had my license, taking Sue to shut her the hell up! She would say at Sunday dinner, Dad, have you checked the gas in the car today . . . with me, kicking her under the table.

As we would pull up to sites, like the Indian Ruins, and a ton of girls would jump out of the back of the truck, probably, today, would be considered or look like human body trafficking today, but people would see the Utah license plates, and comment under their breaths, about all these girls, so we started playing it up for all it was worth, shocking people, other tourists, more than they already were, calling the men, Dad, and telling them to wait for us . . . to their credit, these faithful husbands, and gluttons for punishment, were more than embarrassed and the more they wanted us to stop doing it, the more fun it became to taunt them with this dark Mormon secret, that I would come to lobby against, train against, write against and rage against to this day . . . all just a joke then!  Anyway, we had a ball, and I will always be eternally grateful that my father, back in the day, was a progressive, and fought to give his daughters and their friends, experiences, that to this day, right here, right now, have influenced my life!  Thanks DAD!  He created the monster attorney in me too . . . arguing after Sunday dinners, all 8 other members of the family ditching out of the political and religious discussions Dad and I had!  LOL!  If he said it was black, I said it was white . . . like I said, back where I started from!

20 Years Later, Montrose, Telluride, Million or Billion Dollar High Way

Yesterday's bus trip, from Grand Junction to Durango, was a trip back in time, with me so exhausted, that I only woke up, like on remote control, in about two places on the 5 hour trip, passing through Montrose, where Paul Ruybol, my obsessed first boyfriend, after my divorce--prison fodder, grew up, and on the trip itinerary, taking my kids to the places I loved when I was their age, to Durango, Mesa Verde, and places along the way!  Groggy with sleep, on the smooth bus ride, awoke, as I said, in Montrose, or as we drove past it, and in Telluride, where I saw the bus with the words, All Aboard America!  What a great welcome, and the glistening snow capped, and covered mountains, rising out of nowhere in front of my face, beautiful, and left me wondering why, I was so set on staying in Montana, and having almost guilt feelings, and conflict, like a cheating lover would have, seeing the monumental glory of these mountain peaks, so fresh and vivid to my memory, once I saw them again, after 20 years!  What was I thinking, this place is gorgeous!

Last time I was going through Telluride with my kids and Paul, will tolerate anything for fun, adventure, beauty and excitement, which Paul was always good for, he was the most fun guy, I have ever dated, and great with the kids, taking control, and wishing they were his kids, not having any at the time, being the swinging single, who just happened to be the product of a single mother, who made him watch his younger siblings, so he was no slacker when it came to watching the kids, and he was, like a lot of men, digging have kids to act like a kid with.  LOL!  Giving me a break from being the parential parent, always!  But, there was a colorful bike race going on, as tons of bikers, raced to the top of the huge ass mountains, looming in front of us, as our truck and camper, we borrowed from his step-father, a new addition, so we could be more comfortable, struggled as the bus did, yesterday to, to climb the daunting peaks, on the expensive highway, but so beautiful, that it is shocking to the senses.  

I was awake the rest of the trip, the snow, the pines, the curvy snakey rivers and streams, so cool, and refreshing . . . and thoughts went to Colorado, politically, one of the two states, now with the City of Washington, or DC, allowing legalized recreational use of marijuana . . . and my thoughts, when to the very conservative Kalispell, that I loved for the beauty, but not necessarily for the conservatism, with key players up there, lending a hand in the identity theft, after I wrote about me getting 8 cops fired in Utah, talking to a crowd of people, who were growers, back in the day, when there were more liberal laws, with people, definitely pushing the envelope, still are, dealing with marijuana, and helping members of the ACLU, and those being sentenced, after the FBI raided, some 30 growers, in Montana . . . one the wrong side of that issue too, never saw a cop in the first 6 months, in Montana, digging the hell out of it, until that day, then the highways, were marked with cops, following me, culminating me me writing about the cops in Utah, with the feds, growing marijuana, then selling it for filthy lucre, as being still against the law, for cops, as well as citizens, selling it to medical marijuana states, who couldn't get enough . . . three huge raids, alleged hunters and hikers found the grows . . . then why were there no suspects, and it always happened, the first two weeks of August, harvesting time . . . kill two birds with one stone, convince mayors, city councils, what good the narcotics task forces were doing to take drugs off the streets, making money for cop shops, and getting big ass grants from the feds, for doing their bids, on drug interdiction!

Just as death threats and attempts, forced me to flea Utah, back three years ago, history was repeating itself, and I was, literally, going to die from the several attempts at poisoning me, because they never could catch me for doing what, preserving, protecting and defending the Constitution?  Secret combinations, wanted to get me when nobody knew were I was, or if that didn't work, try poison again, that cost me 8 years last time . . . you fucking botched it again!  But as I surmised what had just happened, and why, it came to mind, that perhaps, the more liberal state, might be in my best interest, and I was glad to see, that Colorado, was true to their citizens, and protecting their water rights against federal infringement on those rights, and seeing how, absolutely amazing the scenery is, I was actually, very okay with leaving, and the time had come, I had done all in my power, short of allowing them to continue to try to kill my ass, and get out, with my life, as was the case in Utah.  I am not a pot smoker, but I fully support and defend your right to do what you want with your greatest property right, your body!  And I would rather error on the side of giving people too many rights, than too few . . . big brother, fuck you!  These are inalienable rights, for a supreme creator, God, not the fucking federal government!  We created you, not the other way around, and your sole job is to protect our rights!  Defending us form foreign and domestic enemies, not being those, like the resent, interference of the Republican party, in the affairs of nations, not your jurisdiction, you are not commander and chief, you do laws that effect America, and can oversee and approve, if you are in the Senate, Treaties, involving America only!  

None dare call it treason, but I do . . . do your fucking job, stop worrying about the President's job, working with other countries on the agreement with Iran, and Israel, because of Biblical claims of the chosen people, was done way with in Christ, in the New Testament, where the Jews, crucified MY LORD and SAVIOR, even Netanyahu's own people and government officials, are telling him, he never should have done what he did, to America . . . who do you think, which country benefits the most from the relationship? Is Israel protecting America, always voting with us, or making a mockery of our President?  Does Israel send America billions of dollars?  NO, we are sending it the other way, I would get a grip on reality!

Anyway, glad to be in Colorado, don't know what my stay will be, but Durango, is a great city, and I look forward to seeing it, writing about it, and dabbling in a bit of politics, which is just something I dig doing.  Just one more thing, I want to write about before the news it too old, like fresh approach . . . the good old U.S. taking the moral high road again . . .

U.S.: Thailand Must End Slavery In Fishing--Labor Slaves, No More Acceptable Than Sex Slaves!

The Thai government says it is cleaning up the problem and has laid out a plan to address the labor abuse, including new laws that mandate wages, sick leave and shifts of no more than 14 hours?  I am glad to see the changes, and I also, think, that we as Americans should respect the request of the military leaders, General Prayuth Chan-ocha, who has asked the media not to report trafficking without considering how the news will affect the country's seafood industry and reputations abroad.  Sometimes, when we, as Americans, assume we know what is best for other countries, even on the issues of labor and sex trafficking, we want to make sure that people who know the culture, the morals, the industries, the inside and outside, don't make the situation worse and hurt people more than is necessary, we need to respect those closest to the situation, and let them handle it . . . don't boycott the seafood industry, by the shock of the abuses of workers, because they may be worse off without jobs, so a sensitivity to the crisis, is best left to those who know there needs to be changes made.  Changes are coming, but in the due time of the country leaders, who can make the appropriate changes in due time!

The other day, while waiting for the bus, in Missoula, I picked up a free book, called, The Great Hope . . . A revealing book at the battle between good and evil--and who wins!  

True Peace!

The Law of God is unchangeable, a revelation of its Author's character.  God is love, and His law is love.  "LOve is the fulfillment of the law. 

SPRING SIZZLE--BRUTAL TRUTH . . . TO SERVE & TO PROTECT, ALL OF THEIR OWN . . . SLOPPY POLICE WORK, NEGLIGENT POLICE WORK, OR COVER-UP, PROTECTING THE GIRLS, COP SWEAR INS . . . 2000, COSTA RICA, PLAN HATCHED FOR MY DEMISE, AND TAKE OVER OF MY LIFE . . . POISON, COLLABORATION, COLLUSION, CONSPIRACY AND COVER-UP, PROTECTING THE GUILTY, GOING AFTER THE INNOCENT . . . SEX, DRUGS & MONEY . . . WAY BEYOND THE HONEY TRAP, BUT AIDING & ABETTING MURDERS, THEFT, IDENTITY THEFT, CONVERSION OF PERSONAL, REAL & INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, CHARACTER ASSASSINATION FOR THE REAL PERSON, CLEANING RECORDS FOR THE DIRTY DUDES AND DUDETTES . . . AND THESE ARE OUR FINEST? WHAT THE HELL SCHOOL OF CRIMINOLOGY DID THESE COPS OF ALL LEVEL LEARN THIS SHIT FROM? THE SCHOOL OF THE STREETS, THE MAFIA, CIA ASSASSINS, DRUG CARTELS, MONEY LAUNDERING, RACKETEERING & PATTERNS OF CRIMINAL PATTERNS & BEHAVIOR? AT WHAT POINT ARE COPS OF LOCAL, STATE AND FEDERAL LEVELS GOING TO BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU & I WOULD BE BEHIND BARS FOR LIFE OR EXECUTED? GREATNESS AWAITS THE COP WHO COMES FORWARD AND RATS OUT THE BLUE, BROWN & BLACK BROTHERHOODS--THE FRATERNAL ODER OF THE POLICE? WHAT THE HELL?

One of Their Own; Death at the Parsonage; Dangerous Beauty?

It is amazing, that each morning, as, in today, I am planning on writing about a certain topic, and as I turn on my computer, it is as if, I am led to watch certain 48 Hour, true crime movies, that come in a particular sequence with symbolic names, titles, questions, issues, topics, and murders, that would have relevance to what happened to me, and the 25 people who, on a short list, have ended up dead, in connection with either me, my cases, potential cases, cover-ups, or protections of the guilty, within the ranks and files of local, state, and federal cops, and the women they prefer, fuck, or use to pay me back, take my identity, stealing even stories, like getting poisoned . . . I literally have divine protections, and 9 lives, which I am sure with all the effort to bring harm to me, get rid of me, discredit me, and even kill, trap, and lay in wait to destroy, if all else fails, that all has in fact, failed!  I am still here, with this brutal truth, starting back in 2000, when I was poisoned the first time and the events that lead to today!

One of Their Own  . . . Stephanie Lazarus, Female Cop Murdered Ex-Boyfriend's New Wife!  Caught 20 Years After Murder!

Of course, this video caught my attention, given the fact, NSA just joined, stopping me from writing this the way I want, proof of protecting, Rachel Southwick Hickey-Moosman!  I can't take this line off, and they are controlling my computer from cyber space, one of their little darlings who has been me, probably since my 2000 poisoning!  Going to try something to get out of their control!  Do, you seriously need any more proof than that . . . the Mormon NSA, or National Security Agency, housed in the Lehi area, with 30,000 Mormon cyber spies, who serve the 70% contingency, of the CIA, FBI, and other intelligence community members, since their are over 40 spy agencies, with an unlimited budget, that even the Senate Intelligence Committee seems immune from controlling . . . CIA, FBI, are the visible agencies, but there are many more, like the Delta Force Intel, the ones called into control me.  People will say, oh, there are Delta Force Marines, or Military, but there are not Delta Force Intelligence Agencies . . . oh, yes there are.  When Edward Snowden ratted out the NSA and the CIA, and their PRISIM programs, rubber stamping of FBI Warrants, that allowed, meta data gathering of your computer, cell phone and Internet records, without warrants and you knowing jack shit about their spying on your shit, Time Magazine, put out a special edition of the agencies contained in the little known, 40 agencies, and I saw the Delta Force Intelligence Agency . . . the one that retired NORAD employees, Mike Dixon, who served me with the bogus contempt of court warrant, and later the bogus bar complaint, with issues that I had satisfactorally answered the year prior to that time, and had just received my 4th CERTIFICATE OF GOOD STANDING from the oversight committee contained within the Utah Supreme Court, not the Utah State Bar Association . . . guess cover-up guys, didn't think of attorney oversight by Supreme Court . . . dazzled by cuppy love!  But, AB, or FRANK, aka, Allan Rex Bess, was the Delta Force Intelligence Agent or InterPol called in by the feds to handle me!  So these fuckers are up my ass daily and leading up the charge to get me, to put it gently, and make Rachel or one of the gals, ME!  So, this true crime episode, seemed to bring significant attention to the name symbolism.

Rachel's oldest daughter's name is Stephanie Hickey, and I knew they were trying to say that Rachel, who is allegedly me, or one of me, the cover gals, brought in to fuck me over, and steal all evidence that I exist, as early as dating back to 2000, with that coming to my attention, in the bathroom at the Roasted Cafe restroom, with a burlap sack bag, pinned up on the wall, with the words, Costa Rica and Tarrazu . . . Rachel's oldest son, Matt, fat boy, not my Chris or Elliot, both thin boys, had a girlfriend named Tara, back in the day, I was asked to move in Rachel's house, Shelley's ass and kids were already there, and Matt and Tara, were an issue, with me trying to stop Matt from getting Tara pregnant and Connor from getting Emily, Rachel's third and air head daughter, pregnant, and she can thank me for both preventions . . . and I was hated for it!  A million good deeds have not failed to go unpunished, by both Shelley's fuckin' kids, and Rachel's ungrateful brats, with both dumb ass mothers, protecting their little lazy ass princes and princesses!

While I was in Butte, Montana, and had gotten poisoned the first time with the castor seeds, injected into the green tea capsules, and I was waiting for the bus, I noticed the movie, the Lazarus Effect . . . and thought of the brother of Mary & Martha, friends, and possible a wife in Mary, of Jesus, who took his time to bring Lazarus back to life, saying he was just sleeping and I said, I felt somewhere between life and death myself!  I do believe, while writing this, I actually, spelled Lazareth, rather than Lazarus, as in the movie, and I am not sure, because I didn't look up the Biblical version of the account.  A Sysco truck, just went by, with the saying . . . All good things come from Sysco or Sisco!  Like I said, they even want to take credit for me getting and living through several chemical poisonings!  LOL! Talk about fucking boring lives, that this is something they want to say happened to them, the miraculous protections I have, and have had, since early 2000, or late, 1999, when I was and let me, emphasis, I was general counsel for the Utah Medical Association . . . fuckin' Leon Sorenson and Val Bateman are Mormon fucks, that colluded with the Mormon motherfucking brigade to fuck me over, much like Brock and Rice, saving both physicians and financial planners in the state of Utah and nationwide!  One of these things alone, is an amazing, huge feet, not to mention, my award winning domestic violence and sexual assault manual training professional in the subject, written for cops and prosecutors, while I WAS STAFF ATTORNEY TO THE UTAH PROSECUTION COUNCIL!

In the movie, the wife, who was killed, was blonde, and an amazing nurse, who excelled all her life, ended up a big shot, over all nurses or a big nursing staff at a large hospital, at the young age of 27, much like I did as an attorney, while starting at age 40, quickly raised to the top of the state officials, with jealous cousin attorney, sisters, who all mocked me for having a dream to go to law school, and 20 years later, would kill their own children to be ME!  I rather like being myself, thank you, get the fuck out of my life . . . if you think for one fucking second, you are your lame ass, male cronies, can muscle me out of my life, my children, my grandchildren, my blog, my cases, my houses, my law practice, and whatever, FUCK YOU, won't happen and I will go UNTIL YOU ARE ALL BEHIND BARS, if it takes the 20 years, like in this case of the cop, who killed the wife of her old boyfriend, Shelley! She even looks like her, crazy eyes . . . hazel, not the baby blues, that Rachel fills in with!  

Bitch face, crazy ass cop, jealous of her rival, as Shelley was, went ape shit, when two men in one week, ditched her for me, when I never wanted them, with her trashing me, so bad, that her own daughter-in-law at the time, Jenny Anderson, Jessie's first wife, warned me that Shelley was talking trash about me, 24/7, in the early days of me, being diagnosed to die, and after the first poisoning, when Shelley was my cop appointed replacement having ratted out her ex-husband and mafia boss, for securities fraud, to save her own fucking ass!  Making any connections to 10 years down the road, when I took the $357 million lawsuit, going after the state of Utah, attorney general, governor, securities division attorneys and investigators, director of the department of commerce . . . even former securities directors, Mark Griffin, who Shelley had cut deals with . . . easy, get rid of real attorney, causing the state grief, and making them look bad, the year Mitt Romney is running for office, substitute and make the state look good against the big bad, state and federal SEC, but with the wrong women, claiming to BE ME!  Shelley had been being me, for probably 10 years by that time, as part of the plan carry over since the first poisoning!  Daddy's little girl, set up the whole family, gave them all great credentials, from my resume, gave her sons prestige taking my son's music, both Elliot and Chris . . . lazy ass fuckers, who just hang around Mommy Dearest to get jobs, only working mafia schemes, like this!

The Cop's Woman to Kill for . . . Making Them MY Money, Hand Over Fist!

Girl here in the cafe, wearing a sweat shirt, with two woman, sitting back to back . . . pretty symbolic.  I would never be Shelley, Rachel, Kay, Susan, Kelly, Tiff, Marcie, Hope, that the cops, want you to think are cool, women, who all want to be me, or have a part of me, claim my kids as theirs, since they all had fuck ups, that they will be forever raising as children, hanging out with them, and totally reliant on them.  You see, they think I am a hog, claiming what I have done, with my kids, shining stars on my accomplishment list, because I didn't sacrifice them, on the alter of career, like these bitches, then want to ditch their own young, for mine!  So do their fucking partners and shitty fathers, Frank aka Allan, Brett, who wouldn't ever even call his only son living in Phoenix, and Michael McKlintoch, Tony Osthemeier, Jack or John Strode . . . all these alleged big shot guys, are terrible fathers, and have loser kids, and don't even want to claim them when they are CNN top persons of the year . . . probably bought that poison for his drug user son, who changed, something to be proud of, but not rock star status, so Elliot is suppose to be his, Chris, and my daughters, they want to claim too!  Their payback is taking all credit for everything I do, including my children, who I would say, use and abuse them, you deserved all they have stolen from your mother, money, fame, acclaim, and all, plus Elliot's music, and Chris's too!  They can't handle my success in all areas!

Death at the Parsonage . . . Pastor, AB, a Serial Killer!

While, Frank, of InterPol, and Delta Force Intel, took on the name of Allan Rex Bess, he wanted to be referred to as AB, standing for absolute bastard, and he was, bad to the bone, and a serial killer, with no thought to life, love, or loyalty, ruled by his fucking dick, and that dick preferred cop bitches like Shelley, who had a more than cozy relationship, with cops, as early as 2000!  I was shocked to find out that Jessie, in 2000 wanted to be a cop too . . . both Shelley and Jessie, not to mention Isaac had issues with the cops, and now?  But, if the cops are forgiving crimes, in leu of fucking me over, using these dip shits, that makes sense.  Cops would pull me over in the early days of me thinking I was going to die, with a terminal brain disease, and they would always call Shelley?  What the hell, and once, she tried to get me put under her guardianship, so she could take my Social Security check, and get her hands on my $3,000 per month, disability check, from Paul Revere Insurance, for disability after I was diagnosed to die, after the poisoning it took me 8 years to be told by retired cops, now my private investigators, that I was point blank poisoned . . . Shelley's degree from Utah State University was in biology . . . Brett knew her back in the day, in on it too, most likely, as was Kay, jealous of me the second she met me in 7th grade!  Shelley was jealous from birth, teamed up with Rachel and Sue, who were always in my shadow, and Kay, who had purposefully made it a point to be my friend, while I was 7th grade class officer, so she could raise her own status in the school, and it helped.

But, in the true crime episode, AB, who was a pastor of a small church, where a man committed suicide, right in the pastor's office, it was later learned that the pastor was having an affair with the dead man's wife, homicide was suspected, but didn't pan out in the facts, but two dead wives, murders did, the man was a serial killer . . . Shelley and AB, knew each other before, as did Isaac, before they murdered, the real Allan Rex Bess, my clients, with the absolute bastard, stepping in as Allan's double . . . I never slept with either man, but figured out, within 2 weeks of thinking that I married, my client, but realized, the two men were totally different, and one was there to destroy me, was setting up surveillance, and making a point, that up at the Panguitch Lake cabin, that all these people were there to see me, and he destroyed that, by stopping all the rumors, that I was the constitutional law attorney, everyone was digging the hell out of, because of suing the cops, county attorney, judge, Division of Family & Child Services . . . Shelley came in by early October, and she brought her lazy, loser son, Isaac, who had history with AB, from the first CD that they stole and marketed around the world, to get the seed money for the COPS!

Sorry, but as I cruised around Grand Junction, late last night, and saw the beautiful new police department and fire department, I could help wondering, if Hope and Page--due to my case, that now was Shelley's or Kay's, Rachel's definitely credit was given to the bitches, and it was worth $28,000,000 plus two other properties, so, donated the money for the new offices . . . cops, who murdered, the real Hope Carlton, just like Shelley and AB, did Allan and tried to substitute Shelley in for me and AB for Allan, his family had means, beyond what it appeared . . . Frank killed him, when Shelley slept with Allan, put a 22 to the back of his ear, and shot a small hole, with me trying to get local cops to do a DNA test on the mattress with a blood stain, right where Allan's head would have bled out, if this happened, and I would bet my life that it did!

There is a white older Suburban, out in the parking lot, here at the Roasted Cafe, I ate at last night and am at right now . . . symbol of Rachel's old vehicle . . . paid staff, to say it was Rachel here, rather than me . . . I am the ghost, don't believe it, as alive and well as ever, still a bit queasy, but, what is to be expected with you were poisoned multiple times!  Heading to Durango, Colorado, hoping to meet up with James Kennedy, knowing full well, he is probably one of theirs, the fun of it, and he seems a man of letters, said he had 9 years of epistemology, or the study of numbers, so not your run of the mill cop, but may put head over heels, and see through the dumb bitches he has been introduced to!  LOL! There is always hope of wining over One of their own!  I can generally get any guy I want, but winning a cop over to my side, now that is the challenge . . . he is chicken shit, and will not show, just did a typo, said wrote bot rather than not . . . they are all bought and sold, fuckers!  My soul is worth a hell of a lot more than some pot of porridge!  I know cops are poor, and his name is likely, James Angel, rather than Kennedy, because everyone at the mission called him "ANGEL" rather than James!  Just reading my blog, any dumb ass cop, CIA, FBI, in the cop dating game would know, I dig the Kennedy's and Angel can pass as a Kennedy, other than his Republican, cop leanings!  Fuck you asshole, you didn't even get a kiss out of me!  HA, but you are in your own company, with AB, he didn't get me either!  Nor did most of your buddies!  I CAN SMELL A FUCKING COP!  Stick with the dumb chicks, I always, project myself onto you fucks, and you project your stupidity on to me . . . I give you more credit, and you always give me less, but you are used to women, you can control, who OBEY you . . . not in my nature!

Dangerous Beauty . . . Cops Want You To Think Their Gals!  LOL!

They killed the perfect woman, back in 1999 when they poisoned me, and they have been trying to recreate the Barbie Doll, that took their nuts off, cut their juggler veins out, and gutted their cash cow, asset forfeiture, followed by taking out 9 federal agents and attorneys, on Medicaid/Medicare fraud units, feds!  You poisoned me, and then tried to find a woman, half as pretty, smart, talented, and brutally mean as me . . . my mother used to say, I looked like an angel and was really a devil!  LOL!  That pretty much explains it . . . most of the guys I am dealing with now, have had a hard on for me, since then . . . at least 1,000 cops, standing room only, in the largest room at the Utah State Capitol, TV cameras, and cops wanting a compromise with me . . . wouldn't give them the satisfaction!  Then with what I did in Utah, killing cop and prosecutor's, legislation which was really federal bribery statues, making money and giving incentives to cops, to do federal drug interdiction programs, George Soros, an old hippie, billionaire, funded, cop and asset reform legislation in all 50 states, with 27 voting to reform and take away cop incentives . . . just another feather in my cap, trophy cops hate me for, but respect a woman who kicked the fucking shit out of them nationwide . . . but they killed dream girl, Shelley?  No.  Kay?  No.  Maybe Rachel, fake boobs and all . . . but dumb as a door knob. NO!  Kelly Ann?  NO!  Susan?  NO!  Tiff . . . cute but too sweet!  NO!  Sorry boys, irreplaceable!  LOL!  Eat your hearts out, and continue to bribe your cops, kill the guys who won't give in, and threaten the rest!  LOL!

A van is just driving by, with a Cookie, one of my symbols for Kay Baby, and a chocolate chip cookie, I just bought one, so symbolic and on the side it says, Sweet Ride . . . yeah, being me, she got a sweet ride, but respect, never get what I have, they programed her, helped her, and coddled her . . . never been jealous of Kay for one fucking second!  Kay had one, maybe two boyfriends in high school, and both of them dumped her, and married other women.  Tim Brown, her first husband, abused her!  LOL!  And I wrote the book on domestic violence and sexual assault . . . she used sex to get the rest of you, I don't need to, use all the pouting, the feminine wiles and ploys, Ms. Burningham uses, those female charms of learned helplessness, and using sex, when nothing else works!  LOL!  I had 10 to one, boyfriends, to Kay's, Shelley's, Rachel's, Sue's, Tiff's, Hope's . . . don't even think, Hef, Hugh Hefner would have that pig snot, snorting cop, you are trying to pass of as a Playboy Bunny!  Fuck!  I saw through her and Page the first visit, but played their covers!  Whatever, I don't buy the dangerously beautiful for any of these chicks, I  know there histories, their marriages, their divorces, I left all of mine, bored, sick of them . . . Kennedy, too scared! I don't blame him!  Names like ball breaker, man eater, black widow have all been applied to me . . . hell I get more male attraction fat, that these bitches get thin, other than Rachel's boobs, seem to have the men mesmerized, as long as they don't have to talk to her!  LOL!  Rachel, probably got a new hair do, since I said she looked ridiculous looking like Alex Witts, making her me, for humor and writing . . . hey, why don't we end this, we will have the great American write off!  LOL!  Kay can write about torts, all she knows about, Shelley is so boring, I don't know what she would write about, Sue, Mormon Relief Society, Tiff, EMT or Homeschooling?  Whatever, give me a subject, and I will murder it!

Undercover cop just came back in . . . was here earlier!  LOL!  I am very observant!  Should have been a detective!

Well, Have a Nice Day, Boys & Girls . . . I Am Heading to Durango, Colorado . . . Montana Didn't Treat Me Well!  The Thanks I Get for Pumping the State?  Poisoning . . . Have RACHEL, Fake as the silicone balls in her Chest!

SKINNING THE BUNNY; ENTERTAIN, ENGAGE, ESCAPE . . . AT ROASTED CAFE, GRAND JUNCTION, BUNNY LIVES IN LOMA, COLORADO, EATING A FATTY SANDWICH, IN HONOR OF, FORMER CLIENT, AND ALLEGED PLAYBOY BUNNY CENTER FOLD, JULY 1996, HOPE M. CARLTON--LEVIN, LOOKS LIKE A SCRAWNY RUBBER CHICKEN--SHOULD ROAST HER SKINNY ASS IN A CAULDRON OF BOILING WATER, A LONG WITH BOYFRIEND, PAGE TUCKER, THE FUCKER, MUSIC PROMOTER--THIEF, WAITING FOR GOD'S REVOLVER'S SECOND CD, DEAL WITH SONY, HOPE THREW ME, HER ATTORNEY UNDER THE BUS, CLEARING THE APPEAL, FOR JUDGE LYLE ANDERSON, WHO TOOK $20,000 IN PERSONAL PROPERTY, WHEN HE HAD NO JURISDICTION, UNTIL HOPE PLAYED WITH FBI, AND DROPPED HER APPEAL, STUPID BITCH, SHOULD RING HER LOSER NECK! BUT I WOULD RATHER ROAST HER, SHE WHO LAUGHS LIKE A PIG, AND I WOULD GUESS IS ONE, WAS ONE, AND THE REAL HOPE, HAS GONE THE WAY OF ALLAN AND THE OTHERS, THE COP KILL SQUAD DID AWAY WITH, WHEN THERE WERE FORTUNES TO BE STOLEN--RUDE AWAKENING HAG FROM HELL, AND KEY TO STEALING MY ID AND LIFE! PAYBACK IS A BITCH, BITCH! JOIN THE SKAG HAGS, SHELLEY, KAY, RACHEL, KELLEY, SUE, TIFF AND THE OTHER DRAG QUEENS! LOL! EASTER STEW! I LOVE IT!

The Jester's Court--All Copy Products

Can you believe it, the title I just wrote, are the two store signs, sitting to the left of me, sitting out on the patio of the Roasted Cafe, and right across the street, and what signs could be more telling, and positioned here on Colorado St., LOL!  You can't say, my Intel Guy, God, doesn't have a sense of humor, and finds, just the right place for me to park my ass, to get dinner, wow!  You see, each one of my clients, from Hank Brock and Jay Rice, Haylee, Shane, and Travis, to Lameroeaux, Vail and Carlton-Levin, is that every one of the cases, I had clear wins, and slaughtered the other side, so bad, they had no other choice than to cut deals with my clients, or let me have the satisfaction of kicking their asses, and crucifying them, not only in my briefs, but in court, for I am your all purpose, one stop attorney, from small claims to the United States Supreme Court, I don't take cases, that I don't think I can win, and win I do, but to the consternation of the cops, the prosecutors and judges, all sworn enemies.  They would rather deal with the meeker types, or the ones who have to obey them to get a win, and build their stupid, frail, false egos, that are based on my wins! LOL!

God, I love this blog, love this life, the worse it gets, the better is gets, and this is one rewarding night, to fry the fucking bitch who fried me!  Story time, boys and girls, who love courtroom drama, and delve into cop lies, deceits, murder, cover-ups, copies, doubles, inferior substituting . . . dreaming of a cop run world, under the Patriot Act, and Homeland Security.  LOL!  What fools!  So, about four years ago, February of 2011, when loser Shelley, was living with me, at Rachel's old house, she gave me, if I could keep the house of cards, which I did, by winning in the federal district court, a resounding default, by Chris Hickey, Rachel's loser husband, Wells Fargo, American Title, and whomever.  But I get a call, from Hope, former playboy bunny, who allegedly got a phone number and recommendation from Steve Yarmy and Chris something, from Las Vegas, telling her she needed this female pit bull attorney, ME!  So we arranged for a meeting, and Hope and Page, her alleged, music promoter boyfriends, who treated her like shit them, came to tell me about her case involving a $28,000,000 divorce, from her former husband, and alleged Jewish, one-hit wonder, partner, in a bed and breakfast, out in Castle Valley, 17 miles north of Moab, Utah.

Hope Owed Roughly a Half a Million in Legal Fees

I have a soft heart, and I really do all my clients a good deed and take almost nothing for my legal services, in kind of a quasi-contingency case, taking the bare minimum, like in the Brock case, $20.00 per hour, with him covering printing and costs, but if I win, the $357 million securities case, I subtract what he has paid me to date and get the 1/3 contingency case, which is normal fees for this type of lawsuit.  I took a $5,000 retainer from Hope, and told her, given her burden of paying for both her husband and her attorneys, allegedly 5 on each side, so she owed about $500,000 in legal fees, and she was getting $15,000 alimony, later to have more legal fees taken out of her alimony, that was now being challenged, with hubby sicking private investigators on her and Page, stating that alimony should stop, because they were cohabiting together, which according to the prenuptial agreement that Hope signed, the day before she married Levin, alimony payments would stop, again, pretty standard stuff.  At this point, Hope had not won a ruling, order, objection, and now a judgement, and now she was ordered to pay all attorney's fees for both sides.  Judge Lyle Anderson, she said, was using her days as a Playboy Bunny, against her, even though she had been married for 16 years and had a 15 year old daughter, and had helped her husband turn an $800,000 investment into a $28,000,000 dude ranch, with the judge only awarding her alimony, and all the attorney's fees.  So of course a case that I was really going to take and eat up, totally prejudice against this woman who took her clothes off, years earlier.  This Mormon fucking judge, was forcing his sense of morality on to her . . . no separation of church and state and totally sexist, just my kind of case!

Once Hope paid me the $5,000 retainer to take the case, she was to pay me, a mere $500 per month, the equivalent of two hours of attorney's fees, is all, no matter how much time it took me to do briefs, and research . . . a stealer deal, by any one's standards, a great deal, and for not just your normal attorneys, but by that time, listed as the number two attorney in the nation for civil rights defense, after attorney, Gerry Spence, Wyoming cowboy attorney, who had been practicing for 40 years, and really had small cases, compared to my $357 and $56.7 million cases, with one heading to the U.S. 10th Circuit, and the United States Supreme Court . . . so an attorney's attorney, for $500 per month, unless we won, and she got her fair share of the $28,000,000 dude ranch and several other properties acquired and invested in as a couple, as per the prenup, misread by Judge, if you can call him that, Lyle or Lie Anderson!  So, first I was going to take on the issues of multiple private investigators, the last one, could be bought and sold, and I knew him, not to mention the fact that several other PI's, said there was no cohabiting going on . . . and I did a shit load of research, and wrote a 19 page brief, under Rules of Civil Procedure, Rule 60(b) motion, for fraud on the court, and the judge knew it!  So, a pretty hefty brief for a mere $500 and a drive to Colorado, which I did often at my own expense, being, always sensitive to client's financial situation.  And, I had been teaching family law for years, so I knew what the shit I was doing on top of that.  Judge denied the motion.  Predictable, given his prejudice and favoring of the Jewish boy attorneys, even when they lied about the number of PI's, and one excused himself from the case, when I pointed out the obvious, that he had lied! But Sandy Dershowitz, or is that Alan, whatever some Jewish name, kept charging $350 for his consultation fees, racking up huge legal fees of about $850 per hour, while I was charging, $500 per hour, but kicking their winy asses!  I even joked about them being of the Law of Moses, bent and letter of the law men.  

The Judge didn't find any humor in my Jewish humor, hitting stereotypes.  There is a provision in the Utah Rules of Civil Procedure, that you can write longer briefs, if you are promoting new areas of law, or proposing them, as I was, and the Jews, complained about my long and complex sentence patterns, so I shot them back with, maybe they ought to learn to write beyond, simple sentence patterns.  Again the Judge was not humored by this former English professors, slam of very simple minded men and attorneys, I even said, hell, you are attorneys, my writing should not be above your level of education!  LOL!  But, I knew that this was a losing battle with the Judge, as the other law firm who had represented her, McConkie, I think, or someone.  But after being denied the Rule 60(b) motion for fraud on the court, I wrote a Rule 15 motion, which got little attention, as I figured, and just wanted to jump through all the legal hoops to get to the point I could appeal this asshole and get to a smarter court, without being blindfolded by Playboy Bunnies!  This is where it starts getting dicey, and the Judge, who was serving on, none other than the Civil Procedure Committee of the Office of the Administration of the Courts, shockingly started to violate the very basics of the right to appeal!  Not only a constitutional right, but a state law right, and also in the rules of civil procedure as an absolute right!  What a dumb fuck!  So, started the attorney/judge battle, but I played by the rules, and he did not!

After Exhausting All Legal Remedies in the District Court, I Appealed Hope's Case, to See if We Could Get the Utah Court of Appeals to See the Light and the Discriminatory Rulings!

Any attorney, knows, that one of the first rules of civil procedure is making sure you have jurisdiction to hear the case, to argue the case, to initiate the case, to have standing in the case, and all kinds of different levels of jurisdictional issues, that are paramount to any case and its survival.  Well, the poor Judge, was pissed that I appealed, a rare thing for most trial court attorneys, who argue, and don't write, with many playing the kiss ass game, winning if the almighty Judge likes them and losing if he/she doesn't, nothing to do with fidelity to the law, or the law itself, game playing and politics, that this attorney, never, never, ever plays!  I simply ask the judge, after a ruling that violates all laws, how long my client has to appeal his/her decision . . . the only recourse an attorney has against a j lame ass judge!  So, I appealed, early November, after the Judge had made his final ruling on the Rule 15 motion, as required by the rules, and it was, of course denied, as I knew it would be, and then appealed, with the Judge being not only getting notice by paperwork and appeal, but also with me, telling his clerk that I was appealing.

All of the sudden, I get a notice from the Utah Court of Appeals Clerk that I had to do a Rule 15 Motion before I could appeal.  I informed her that I had done one, in accordance with the Rules.  So, either the Judge failed to send the entire record to the Court of Appeals, or he was just a liar, trying to trump and attorney with whatever judges believe other judges have . . . many, especially in southern Utah, are so used to not being appealed, that they go after an attorney's license, like Judge Higgins did, the day I appealed his decision, violating all family and juvenile laws, letting DCFS worker literally sexually exploit my client's children, before she was my client, we got her fired, and it was war with the assistant attorney general, who had been queen, until this Queen came along and put her fucking feet to the fire, also named her in a lawsuit for $56.7M!  I have seen lesser attorneys, younger, and without the credentials, try to take on some of these judges, and they have short, fast careers!  I am sure that was the plan here!  But, I was not an upstart, and had a resume to beat any district judge in the state!  And now, I fuck them even more!  So, I caught this Judge lying through his fucking teeth, and being forced to send the entire record, making it whole, as I said it was, not the lying the judge tried to rely on, with friends, and colleagues of the court!

I Ripped the Judge A New Ass With My Docketing Statement

So this fucking loser, who is allegedly an expert in the law, decides to pull me back to his courtroom, to find out where my assets are, and he is charging me with the attorney's fees, for taking the law to the limit, on the Rule 60(b) motion, then the following requirement, of the Rule 15 . . . man, for Shelley, Kay, Rachel, and whom the fuck else was suppose to have written this case, I sure know a lot about it!  LOL!  Can you believe these fucking bitches, and my client, after all I went through, after she withdrew the appeal, joining the cop in crowd!  Losers club, really!  LOL!  Oh, so cool, so smart, so right on, legally, yeah, because they waited until I won every case and beat the shit out of my opponents and the judges too, then stole the cases, with the judges, cops, prosecutors, and Utah State Bar's approval, even giving licenses to non-attorney sisters, and others, and going after my license, so it was free and clear, when I was creating new law, that changed the face of the connection between alimony and cohabitating!  The courts have previously used a stupid two prong test, and changed it to a 10 prong test, so much cleaner and better, really looking at what was going on in modern day dating couple's relationships . . . jealousy, jealousy, jealousy from the courts too!

But the Judge, knowing full well, that I had appealed and we had even had issues already, schedules a hearing December 17, 2011, my birthday, and a good month and a week after I had appealed his case!  I politely called the clerk and told her, just to remind the judge that he didn't have jurisdiction over the case any more, now that it had been appealed and moved to the Utah Court of Appeals.  He insisted and I refused to go to court, about 400 miles away, making a mere $500 in the first place, without any cost benefit, for something that was clearly against all laws, rules, and constitutional provisions.  It became a power struggle, this fucker, had not gotten this pound of flesh out of me, and the way it was looking, he was not going to get it, and I was getting the best of the lying fucking bastard!  So, I blew off the hearing, knowing full well the law was on my side, or I would not have done it, no matter what it would have cost! So, December 17, 2011, passed without notice and whatever from the Judge. 

Hot, Damaging Cases, Going Up On Appeal, State & Federal Level! 

At the same time, the Brock case, and three other cases were up on appeal, and I was preparing for them . . . truck was being sabotaged and other life threatening things, and I was proceeding to the U.S. Supreme Court, with or without my clients, who had stopped paying me, on the Brock case, the deals had been cut, because the winning brief had been filed by February 2011, with the 10th Circuit splitting, remanding part and denying part, that I was seeking cert from the Supremes on, and the Cheek case was up for a settlement agreement, with all parties on board, and several other cases up on appeal . . . but just before that, but with all this in the works, and me threatening Brock and Rice, that I was going to take out that fucking Mitt Romney, single handed, knowing by December, that they had taken a deal and lost all interest in the case, so I was going with or without them, they didn't pay me, and it was as much my case as theirs, by then, and with no pay, for services rendered!

As much as law firms, litigation divisions, judges, elected officials, clients, and others were climbing up my ass, for kicking other attorneys, asses, and my clients, and those who they took bribes for, I would not stop, going for the gold, forcing them to show their hands, or their intentions, if not true criminal activity!  So, the sheriffs, three deep showed up, with a contempt of court, from Judge Lyle Anderson's court, without any jurisdiction, whatsoever!  I was in the throws of huge cases, and a ton on the line, including going to be sworn in to the United States Supreme Court, another set up, I had, followed the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure, and took the oath and affirmation, following all the steps to be admitted to the bar of that court, in paper, all as legal and good as being there in person!  But, the U.S. Supreme Court had lost my Certificate of Good Standing . . . from the Utah Supreme Court, and being under the gun, I had to get another one, easy, being in good standing through not just three requests, but now 4 fucking certificates, that with the help of Judge Lyle Anderson, as the starting point, the character assassination started, working with the bar association, and the Office of the Administration of the Courts, saying they agreed with me on the appeals and Lyle Anderson's, until the next day, when the sheriffs, in an orchestrated and concerted conspiracy, statewide, from top to bottom, started going after this 4 time winner of Certificates of Good Standing and great legal representation!

I paid the $500 extortion from Judge Lyle Anderson's contempt of court warrant . . . jail or pay . . . I called his bluff, and paid!  I had $500 in cash, in my purse, but the NORAD sheriff, who was brought in by Frank, of InterPol, claiming to be my husband at that time, the spy inside, working with the cops and prosecutors and judges, to take me down, in a special op, yeah the guy, who, with Shelley, murdered the real Allan Rex Bess, my client and husband, I thought, for property sake, to protect the house he gave me, after the sheriffs, cops, judges, and prosecutors, attorney general, federal judges, who I got dismissed and disqualified on the Brock case, all took my house, long before, Judge John Walton, a former attorney, for Wells Fargo, took my house, after winning it at the federal court level, and then, taking the house, two days before the Brock case, and going to the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals!  Timing?  Not even hard!  But, I didn't want anything holding up me becoming a member of the United States Supreme Court Bar . . . and I am sure the skag hags, are all members, riding on my membership!  So 4 illegal, criminal law or bar licenses, and then working with the Utah State Bar to go after my license the only real, good, and true one!

Judge Tells Frank, InterPol, That I Now Have a $2500 Cash Bail Warrant Out for Me Now!  What . . . Didn't Make Me Miss a Beat!  Pissed, Still No Jurisdiction!  Until the Bunny Bitch, After I Wrote Two Briefs on the Spur of the Minute, ON the Way Back from the U.S. Supreme Court Swearing IN!

So, on my way out, having no money, due to the $500, that had to go to pay the extortion, to Judge Lie Anderson, I didn't have any money, and the U.S. Supreme Court Clerk, Nixon, also in on the fraud and trying to stop me from being sworn in, telling me I had to get back there to Washington, D.C. by Monday at 9:00 a.m., for the final days before the Supremes went on recess for two weeks, which would have fucked up my petition for certeriori, so that was late Thursday, and I had to get there ASAP, even though I had followed all rules for paper swearing in . . . the intent was to get the double there, standing in as me, to steal the case, even after the deals at the 10th Circuit were cut, now the power of the Supremes, they were going to steal from me, the one who did it all, myself . . . jealousy, jealousy, jealousy!

Hope was on my way to D.C., and she owed me at least $2,000 at this point, so I was going to stop by and get gas money, not wanting Brock, Frank aka Allan to know I was going, or it would be a race to get there. Hope, had about $200, of the $2,000, just to make it look good, I am sure, and she must have called Frank, or Allan, the spy, husband, who just happened, to know that Judge Lyle Anderson, now had a cash bail of $2500 out for me . . . how would that fucker know, unless he was calling the shots and he was, and probably was in the white limo, parked in front of the U.S. Supreme Court Building, the night before the swearing in ceremony, with the double, having made it, thanks to Hank Brock a financial planner, claiming to not know how to transfer gas money, for me to get to D.C.?  Really, a stall to get Shelley or Kay or the flavor of the day, to give them my honors . . . sour grapes, never slept with Frank, Mr. American 007 . . . he disgusted me, and was a murderer!  Shelley and Isaac, were long his favorites, before he met me, he was helping steal Elliot's music, God's Revolver music and market it around the world, through the marketing ponzi scheme of the world, the Mormon Church, the CIA and FBI!

Hope Warned Frank I Was Going to D.C., So He Had the Cash Warrant Put Out . . . She Stopped Me In Route Back to Utah, Then to California on the David Morgan, Civil Rights Case, San Quinten Prison!  She Even Had a Fake Copy of the Alleged Warrant . . . 7 Stupid Lines of Bull Shit

I went to the ceremony with all the military being sworn in that day, and they told me, that due to my clothes, I couldn't be sworn in, with the group, but I could do it on PAPER!  Okay, you told me I had to be there in person, Mr. Nixon!  Part of the fraud, thinking I wouldn't make it to the Capitol, and the swearing in ceremony, even faking an ice storm, about 100 miles outside of DC to stop me!  It didn't work, I am a driving machine, and loved every second of the drive, stopping to get a new country CD, and singing and digging life the whole way across the country, in about three days, non-stop!  I even wrote a briefs, that I had my daughter, Nicole, living in Ashburn City at the time, moved to the country, new home now, but she delivered it hand delivery, to make sure that Justice Antonia Scalia got a copy of my brief, warning them of the fraud on the Court, the white limo, the shut down streets, and the fake swearing in!  To no avail, these guys are Washington, D.C., insiders, Frank, leading the crew, and other FBI and CIA, members, creating fraud on the highest court in the land . . . guess the integrity of the court, doesn't top a special op to steal my case!

On the way back, our little innocent, abused Playboy Bunny, got a hold of me, and asked me to come to Loma, now, to write two briefs, that needed to be written . . . I had my clients, watch their own cases, I had too much to worry about, and I will say, I never, ever, missed a deadline, or a brief, being on time, it is like, I had a second sense about it, and always made the deadlines, no matter how freaked out my clients got, and for the amounts they were and were not paying me, worked anyway, what did they expect, surely not $250 per hour services, which is the standard, the Utah State Bar tried to hold me to, not looking at the 8 briefs, I did in one weekend for the Cheeks, without a dime of pay, and worked on the case, even after the Cheeks fucked me over, trying to bring Kelly Ann Booth in on the case, having worked on the case for an entire year, without pay, with the idea of the 1/3 that Kelly got, when I saved the case, time and time again, while Kelly, tried to figure out her ass from a hole in a shit hole!  

Check the docket, clear until almost September 2012, when I was going back and forth to Montana, waiting for the Judge to rule of a motion for a settlement conference, way back in January, on my way to the United States Supreme Court . . . all Kelly did was get Scott Garrett and Judge whatever, Miller, taken off the case, or bribed out of the case, and by that time, they were trying to kill me, but out bogus warrants, and get me any way they could, so I just left!  I had the case won by January, Judge Ted Stewart, kept waiting, until I didn't come down anymore, or would be killed to settle the case . . . don't know where in the fuck, Sutter Axland was?  Jessie Trudouex was brought in on the case, to cancel out my star power . . . he had sued FBI over his brother's death, and I had formerly worked as an assistant attorney general, and former staff attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council, switching sides!  Kelly Ann, said, she didn't owe me anything, fuck, she owed the whole damn fucking case to me, she just got Haylee's sworn enemies off the case, and her logo on it, after I left!  LOL!  You fucking cunt! You owe me your fucking practice, I made you, you bitch!  And if Cheeks would have listen to me, I could have gotten Haylee off 6 years of jail, and I wrote up up 16 hours worth of notes, and legal statutes and laws, that if your ego hadn't got in the way, she would not have gone to prison, they paid your sorry ass, to make a fool of yourself, and not new trial, always late, always, getting continuances, what the hell they saw in you, other than being the prophet's granddaughter?  Shittiest attorney, I have ever seen!

Catching the Bunny Passing Flash Drives of Briefs to FBI, Just Happened to Drop in  For Gal's Super Bowl Night?  Next Day Withdrew Appeal, Leaving Me Open to Judge Lyle Anderson, in a Retro Active Action . . . Too Late, Cost Me $20,000 Grand, Your Little Turn Coat Action, YOU FUCK!

Ms. Hope M. Carlton, is a fucking fraud, and she is a cop, was from the start and so is Page the Fucker Tucker . . . as soon as I met Hope, I didn't think she was a bunny, too unrefined, stupid, pushed around by probably her partner in the squad car, Page, who kept trying to stand between me and her, while is was taking notes the first meeting, and he even condescendingly patted her on the head!  Shockingly poor behavior, but what do I expect from someone who is vying with my enemies to steal my son's new CD, just out and not named yet, from Sony Records.  But, after Hope and Page left, I looked up Ms. Playboy Bunny, Hope Carlton, July 1996, and there is not way, that skinny scrawny, rubber chicken Hope, with a pig, snort for a laugh was the same gal, too small boned, not as pretty!  Hope was Ms. Bikini, and she was strong and built, and this cop, Hope, was frail looking and very blonde, not a honey-blond like me.  Not the same body structure and strength . . . this was a cop, I remember seeing on the show COPs with some bald cop, with both of the cops, pulling over some black chick with attitude, but not doing anything traffic wise wrong, they just thought, she needed an attitude adjustment!  Disgusting, that is probably why I remember seeing this cop, or all copy products, from Frank, to Kay, to Shelley, maybe Brett, Rachel, Sue all copies of me, but so fucking inferior . . . I would hope that fucking Frank knows they are all less, put together than I am standing alone!

Skin the Fucking Fake Bunny . . . Try Her For the Murder of the Real Hope Carlton!  Then Fry Her Scrawny Ass in the Electric Chair or the Firing Squad in Utah!  And This is Not RACHEL the Hag, Size 44 DDD, Tits, Fake Teeth, Lipoed Ass, Tummy Tuck . . . Page Tucker For Sure Would Like That Nipped and Tucked Nag, You Are A Fucking Insect, But Surely In Your Peer Group, With Fake Tits Too!  LOL!

Signing Off, Your True & Faithful Attorney, Who Saved Your Fucking Ass, And You Turned On Me!  Fuck YOU!  Why Don't You Come Pay Me the $20,000 You Owe Me For Backing Out of the Appeal?  I Am Leaving From the Bus Terminal by 1:45 p.m. Tomorrow!  Have Some Honor!  You Have No Class, But Redeem Yourself, For God Sake!

MAGIC LEAP--FOLLOW THE MONEY, POISON . . . THE SECRET OF THE SNAKE RIVER RACHEL ANDERSON MURDER (48 HOURS); ONE FAMILIES HONOR--HONOR KILLINGS, THE TRUTH . . . SITTING AT THE MILE HIGH, DENVER BUS TERMINAL, ON MY WAY TO DURANGO, SITTING RIGHT DOWN THE STREET FROM WHERE MY $357 MILLION SECURITIES/CIVIL RIGHTS SUIT, WAS STOLEN, AND CONVERTED TO THE HANDS OF MY ALLEGED SELF, DOUBLE JEOPARDY . . . DID THE COPS LIE? OH, HELL YEAH . . . MAY 9, 2012, 2 DAYS AFTER WASHINGTON COUNTY SHERIFFS SEIZED MY HOME, TOOK 521 PAGES OF EVIDENCE ON MY CASE TO BE ARGUED IN THE UNITED STATES 10TH CIRCUIT COURT OF APPEALS, DENVER, COLORADO, BACKYARD OF KAY AKA JOANN, WHO LUSTED AFTER ARGUING IN THAT COURT, WHILE LIVING IN BOLDER, COLORADO, YEARS EARLIER, MARRIED TO DAVID BUTTARS, SHE JUST NEVER GOT A GOOD ENOUGH OR MADE A CASE GOOD ENOUGH, AVERAGE ATTORNEY, HERSELF, SO THE FBI & CIA MAKE A WISH FOUNDATION, ALLOWED HER TO ARGUE, FORGE, AND TAKE THE MONEY, FAME AND CREDIT, WHEN SHE HOOKED UP WITH MY THIRD HUSBAND, BRETT, GRANTED HER THAT WISH, TOOK OVER, NOT ONLY MY ID, BUT MY LIFE, GENETICS CLUES, DNA TOO MUCH TO TEST? . . . HER'S LIFE WAS SHIT, SO SHE JUMPED SHIP AND TOOK MINE . . . FOLLOW THE MONEY! WHAT PEOPLE DO FOR MY NAME . . . THE MOST CONVOLUTED STORY YOU WILL EVER FIND! PRISON DOORS SHOULD BE SLAMMED ON HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE WHO TOOK BRIBES, LIED, COVERED UP THIS LIE, AND CONTINUE TO THE POINT OF POISONING ME! I AM JUST BARELY GETTING WELL ENOUGH TO WALK ACROSS THE STREET . . . GENERALLY A FLU FOR HEALTHY ME, IS A QUEAZY FEELING IN MY STOMACH FOR AN AFTERNOON . . . LAST TIME I HAD A BAD FLU, WAS IN LAW SCHOOL, 20 YEARS AGO! I THINK IT IS TIME FOR PEOPLE TO DO THE TIME FOR THEIR CRIMES . . . THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE DO FOR MY NAME, FOLLOW THE MONEY (WILD CHERRY LYRICS ON RIGHT NOW!) RIGHT ON . . . THEY CAUGHT HIM IN THE ACT, NOW HE IS DOING TIME; I ASKED HIM WHY, HE SAID I DID IT FOR THE M.O.N.E.Y.! THAT IS WHAT PEOPLE DO FOR MONEY! GOLDEN GOOSE, AS IS SON, BASS GUITARIST, OLD SCHOOL PARALLAX, GOD'S REVOLVER, MARALOKA, NOW DITCH IN THE DELTA . . . NONE OF MY FORMER HUSBANDS, OTHER THAN MY KIDS' FATHER, HAVE CLAIM ON ANYTHING THEY HAVE DONE! HE WOULD HAVE HAD TO BE BRIBED OR LIE TO PULL THIS OFF! THE TRUTH!

That's What People Do For My Name . . . That's What People Do For MONEY!

This is fascinating to me, that I am trying to watch a 48 Hours episode, that is entitled Follow the Money, and my computer is refusing to let me get to it, but keeps bringing up an episode called, The Secret of Snake River Rachel Anderson Murder, catching my eye, due to the names involved, always symbolic to me, Rachel is my little sister, who is also involved in the theft of the Brock et al v. Herbert et al, securities case, mentioned in the title, a look a like sister, only 3 to 4 inches bigger, fake boobs, out of the Barbie dress up and cut out books for little girls, fake teeth, huge ass feet, and a smaller butt; Anderson, is the first married name of older sister, Shelley, who is also one of the doubles, but also, one of the brain children behind this rouse, billion dollar take over, theft of music, cases, legislation, blogs, etc.  So, I was curious to watch this episode; however, the episode, in sign and symbol of substituting the wrong person, into the title of the episode, was really about, the mystery death of Linda Curry, a beautiful, smart, active, woman, who married an alleged nuclear physicist, whom she met at her work at the plant, and married, who was charged with her murder, 16 years after her death, having poisoned her with nicotine intoxication, or poisoning, all the while holding her hand, taking care of her, loving her with one hand, and poisoning her in the next for her money!  Right name for the money, wrong gals!

What was equally interesting, was the name of the hospital, where they found that Linda's IV in the Mission Hospital (symbolic of the Butte Rescue Mission) had been tampered with, and there was a strange color in her IV.  And the woman, who looked into an traced the death, years later when a new prosecutors opened the cold case, a forensic pathologist, was a woman named, symbolically, Sabra Botch Jones, Jones being one of the symbolic names for me and my family, due to the home we purchased in Provo, Utah, before our divorce, with the owners of Jones Paint & Glass, pointing out, a great home around the block, without a for sale sign on it, and fixed up was a treasure and beauty, built by an architect, making it for his wife, and the home had been in the family, with 21 people, prior to us, who tried to buy the home, with us, just timing it right!  I know, my brain, as one of the prime movers, in this scheme to take my good name, and everything else, making it Kay's, who then became me, so he was entitled to half of whatever I make!  LOL!  No dear, you get to share a prison cell with Kay!  LOL!  Both Kay and Brett have shit colored eyes, 3 of 4 of mine, have baby blues!  Try that on for genetic fuck ups!  Science?  DNA . . . you two are not the parents, even if my kids claim, you are . . . sorry, easy to prove, UNLESS I AM DEAD!  Getting desperate, you two dumb ass butt fuckers, good GOD, you would stoop to this?  REALLY!  Yeah, you fucking botched my poisoning twice, once with the Utah Medical Association and now!  

The only thing good out you is ME!  Wanna freely spend some of that money you have been hiding for years?  LOL!  Better come up with better plans!  All the right connections, all the wrong brains . . . CRIMINAL MINDS!  Only the FBI is involved!  They are the ones who ordered the three judge panel, May 9, 2012, recognize the connection to the Mitt Romney election, and run for president, and told them, to cancel oral arguments, too bad, I saw the email, coming from someone other than the judges, to the judges, until the court clerks, saw it and saw me see it, and tore off the top part, indicating, that this order did not come from the court, but the feds!  COPS LIE!  Government attorneys, just failed to show up, they will claim, that they put a notice on my email, days earlier, hell no, do you seriously think, I am going to do the brilliant job, as stated by Henry S. Brock himself, couldn't say enough of how good the brief, I filed, back in February 2010 was . . . good enough for the United States Supreme Court to steal my 4th amendment arguments and case law, originally their cases, but my modern day application of the 4th amendment, and used it in the U.S. v. Jones . . . another use of my symbolic name, my case inspiration!  Whatever, the price of fame, love your work, going to kill you!

  

I am sure that the Butte Rescue Mission, along with the other paid missions and shelters, lied about who was there also, and could have facilitated poison to the diner across the street from the bus depot . . . castor bean laced green tea beans, started in Missoula, at the Poverello, followed me to Helena, God's Love, where I started to take them and left them, near my bed, when I started to get sick, and set up!  Amazing that these same missions, can be written up in my blog, and I would guess, got tons of donations, with me pumping and pushing, like the opening of the Poverello Center, December 13, 2014, with the crowds so thick, that people had to wait outside, and I am sure that was Rachel, who can't write an email, or couldn't, but I am sure along with her communications and English classes, trying to catch her up to me, sorry, will never, never, ever happen, which I am sure you are finding . . . lies do the rest, like I said, in my blog, about CFP, Certified Financial Planners, with the dis jockey passing as a planner . . . worried, what you did to me, using a fucking flight attendant dressed like an attorney, that anyone can replace you too, because they are stupid, and don't know the law, but a real attorney would see through that stupid bitch is two seconds flat, but with FBI, CIA, NSA and cop lying over and over . . . using Hitler's mantra, tell anyone a lie long enough and it becomes the truth!

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We give way too much credibility to cops, and we should not, they are not worthy of it, and you should suspect anyone of being involved, especially, when they think they are underpaid for their jobs, and need incentives, like drug asset forfeiture money, or side kicks, like sucking off my son's music, with Shelley's fake ass fucking son, Isaac, pretending to be The Red Jesus, or Elliot . . . or using Ryan Chambers, the first theft of "Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider" CD . . . oh, I forgot, Brett has ownership!  Really, Elliot did a poor man's copyright, and I know that for a fact, he told me, and also, the U.S. Constitution protects copyrights and other creative works, like my blog and his music, so good luck on that one too!  

One Families Alleged Honor?  LOL!

Mother and father, lied to get married in a Mormon temple, pregnant at the time and not worthy to enter, those alleged holy halls.  They gave birth to Shelley, their bitch made out of wedlock, who lived up to her start, and had at least 4 bastards and bitches of her own!  LOL!  All from different fathers, and her only legitimate marriage, the dad, confessed he felt that even Jessie, allegedly dead from a drug overdose, probably hanging with Richard, my brother who faked his death, for polygamy too, those date rape drugs and the staged deaths, like Frank, my fourth, lying ass husband, who along with Shelley, murdered Allan Rex Bess, and cut his body up, burned it in the new furnace, and then took the ashes and cemented them into the walls, under the window, to the outside, that Frank, aka, dug up, when I brought him down to the house in Parowan from the cabin . . . really, these are your noble, honorable, honest, people, that you want to kill me for the family honor . . . or maybe to bring that bitch and bastard Kay and Brett in, I think Brett killed a kid, when he was 17, and got off, because he grandparents, had money, RSM Foods in Logan, really, crime runs deep in this crew, with me being the only one, who is honest and lives, what I believe, and earned every fucking cent, they are so freely bribing people with, and living it up, giving grants to everyone, so they are compromised on their sides, and most people take the money, rather than the honor!

My father bilked people out of all kinds of money, and trained Shelley first hand, his girl Friday, since she was in junior high!  LOL!  She worked with mafia, and my father used less than honorable tactics, to do whatever.  One time, I had a guy, who has now been bribed to say that Rachel is me, Paul Ruybol, living in St. George, who was obsessed with me, and went to prison for forging the checks of an older lady, becasue he had to follow me, 24/7, but my father became aware of the problems before Paul went to prison in Gunnison . . . isn't it amazing that I know all the details of MY LIFE!  But my father, the thug, asked me, if i wanted to have him take care of Paul, and I looked him, not understanding and asked, how can you take care of it?  He said he would have Tongan or Samonan mafia, or the equivalent jump him and beat him up, threatening him to leave me alone.  

I was shocked!  NO, I can take care of this, eventually, Paul, forged the checks and was arrested, and taken to prison, allowing me 18 months, to rest and get through law school, up to graduation, where he threatened to put me in prison, for what?  I was afraid that I would get shot walking across graduation ceremonies, considered wearing a bullet proof vest, but I played the smart game, and had learned, that the more I pushed him, Paul away, the harder he came on to me, so I told him to come up and see me, he relaxed and never came.  I did use what I learned, as an assistant attorney general, later, writing the domestic violence and sexual assault manual, I got a national award from President Clinton, back in D.C., under the Violence Against Women's Act . . . however, I let, Kris Knowlton, go to the award ceremony and she was paid, or had to be, to say that I was Shelley, or one of the bitches that claims to be me and steals credit for all the work, I just took as part of my job, not one for fan fare . . . now I have to brag and take credit, getting everything stolen every day!  Check, Gina Merrell, at Dixie State University, paid to fuck with me on the computers!  A member of the Las Vegas Italian mafia families, now so connected into the Mormon church! A computer guru . . . she uncovered me from the tomb, then buried me, like I said, a story about Rachel Anderson, when in reality, the story is about Linda Curry or JoAnn S. Secrist, doing enough professionally, even missing 8 years, to make all of them famous, rather than just one woman, too much for the fucking jealous cops to deal with, since I continue to kick their asses, and they continue to fail to get me, for what?

Rachel got remarried in 4 fucking hours after her divorce, was final, without even waiting the 90 day waiting period, because Judge Shumate, hated me too, and was in on the new JoAnn, staging the set up for the steal of the Brock case that I filed the same day, Rachy pooh got married to Kay Moosman, December 18, 2009!  Amazing that I have all these landmark dates, when my cases were first filed, then we filed an amended complaint, January 10, 2010, with New York Investment News, writing their article, on the case, entitled, No Big Love in Utah . . . was she a fortune teller, Martinez, the news reporter, who was mysteriously dismissed on follow up articles, because she spent so much time, talking to me, because Hank and Jay didn't know jack shit, and were jealous, of their attorney who was getting more attention than the two bumb asses who got their dicks in a wringer with the SEC regulators, in the state . . . but, they all made money, except me, Jay Rice did try, years later, after I started my blog to pay me some blood money . . . why?  He cheated me out of legal fees always, and so did Hank!  Blood money, alleviate their guilty consciences!

There are all your honorable ones?  Really, I am watching this chick on CNN, who has hair like mine, and glasses, and they just posted the CNN special, Finding Jesus, that I watched and wrote about in MY blog, Rachel is a seminary drop-out, I did 5 years, when the Mormon church only asked for 4 years to graduate from seminary . . . and she is taking credit for what I write at any given time on spiritual issues?  HONOR?  I don't know, seriously, what my family thinks honor is?  They have none! Rachel looks more like, MSNBC, Alex Wittz or Witts, long blonde hair, that no 53 years old woman has a right to wear, and look age perfect!  

There is NO Honor Among Thieves or the Southwick Family! Or Their Circle of Bandits, As Shelley Would Call Them!

FUCK THEM TO HELL & BACK, ALONG WITH ALL THE COPS WHO HELPED THEM!