PIT BULL SECURITY . . . COOL THAT HOT HEAD . . . TOUGH AND DANGEROUS--THEY SAY THERE ARE NO ATHEISTS IN FOX HOLES AND PRISONS. RIGHTLY SO, THEY ARE BOTH SCARY AS HELL. BUT AS I WATCHED THE U.S. MARINES, SING "DAYS OF ELIJAH . . . NO GOD LIKE JEHOVAH" FOR THE 200TH TIME, DIGGIN' THE HELL OUT OF THEM, WISHING THEY WERE ALL MY SONS, AND LATER, SEEING THE MARINES, OR JAR HEADS, SIGNING "I CAN ONLY IMAGINE", LOVIN' ON THEIR LORD AND SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST, LITERALLY IN THE ARMS OF THEIR CHRISTIAN BROTHERS, AND BROTHERS IN ARMS, IN A MANNER OF LOVING ACCEPTANCE, FRIENDSHIP, KINDNESS, CARING, BROTHERLY LOVE, I COULD NOT HELP THINK, HOW CAN ANYONE SEE THIS GENERATION AS ANYTHING BUT THE GREATEST GENERATION, AND TODAY AS THE GOLDEN AGE! THE YOUNG PEOPLE OF TODAY ARE MAKING A MORE PERFECT WORLD, BRINGING JUSTICE TO ALL, GENERAL WELFARE AND COMMON DEFENSE, AIDING IN PROSPERITY FOR THEMSELVES AND NOT ONLY THEIR POSTERITY, BUT THOSE AROUND THE ENTIRE WORLD! I TRUST THAT THESE YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN, HAVE THE ABILITY IN WHAT I HAVE JUST WITNESSED, TO MAKE PEACE HAPPEN! AS ISIS, ALLEGEDLY IS WAGING A HOLY WAR OR JIHAD, ON WESTERNERS, WHILE BEHEADING PEOPLE, TAXING CHRISTIANS, DRIVING SYRIANS OUT OF THEIR COUNTRY, AND THINK THIS IS HOLY? AND THEIR COUNTER-PARTS, BOKO HAREM, KIDNAPPING 280 YOUNG GIRLS, THREATENED BY EDUCATION--INTELLIGENCE IS THE GLORY OF GOD! EDUCATED FEMALES IN THAT PART OF THE WORLD, WILL NOT LET THEIR SONS JOIN EXTREMIST GROUPS . . . AND THEY ARE PROBABLY TOO SMART TO DIG A DUMB ASS MAN WHO STEALS BABIES, PROBABLY RAPING THEM, USING THEM FOR RANSOM. AND THEN THE AL SHABAB, KILLING CHRISTIANS WHILE HAVING THEIR MORNING PRAYERS, 148 OF THEM, COLLEGE STUDENTS! WHO SHOULD BE BRINGING THE HOLY WAR? GOD'S WORLD IS WHITE FOR THE HARVEST . . . I BET ON THE MARINES TO BRING IT, TO FRUITION! WITH TEARS OF JOY, LOVE, HOPE, I APPLAUD THEIR LEADERS, AND WONDER IF PRISONS OUT TO FOLLOW THEIR LEAD . . . TRULY REHABILITATING THEIR PRISONERS, JESUS CHRIST, HAS THE POWER TO TRANSFORM LIVES, REALLY REHABILITATE THEM, LOWERING THE RECIDIVISM RATE BY HUGE NUMBERS, MAKING THEM SOCIETY WORTHY . . . BOTH CAN BE TOUGH AND DANGEROUS . . . WHO'S ON THE LORD'S SIDE, WHO?

No Atheists in Fox Holes and Prisons . . . What an Opportunity!  The Field is White and Ready to Harvest, In Your World!

Sunday, when, Pastor Dennis, who, has experience in both of these tough and dangerous, populations of men, and a few women, having served in both the military and spent some time in prison, probably why he and his wife, Debbie, have dedicated their lives to helping bring, street people, those who have been in jail, and many vets too, making up a population that feeds both systems, showed me or us, the video of the U.S. Marines, singing, Days of Elijah, I can't say, I wasn't shocked, seeing these Jar Heads . . . lean mean killing machines, singing, lovin', arms locked, bodies swaying, jumping, rockin' the lyrics, with some of the hold out hard guys at the back of the room, standing in the traditional Marine stance, some not knowing what to think about the guys hugging, patting each others heads, etc., but at the end, it sure sounded and looked like the holdouts, were right their with their fellow Marines, joining in, with voices, singing as loud as they could . . . I just can't tell you what absolute joy that brought to me . . . I swear I have told everyone to watch it, or showed them, proud as hell, with my too loves, so closely intertwined . . . America and Jesus Christ!  And with a group, so indicative of America, the U.S.A., with a presences all over the world, so cool, and with the huge ass red and white strips on the wall . . . simply heartwarming and amazing!  THANK YOU!

PRISONS . . . THE OTHER TOUGH AND DANGEROUS PLACE WHERE CHRISTIANS ARE MADE, CONVERTED, AND CHANGED!

I must admit, having some guilt, this morning when that thought about, fox holes and prisons, that I have heard my whole life, came to mind . . . several years ago, one of my clients, who, I believe was set up on a murder wrap for allegedly killing his wife, not!  I fought, for a new trial, and argued that he was set up by some cops who were also members of the National Guard, who were involved, in the under-cover op, with the FBI and the Marines, who were called to duty to work with two segments of the under-belly of America, threatening to go to war against each other . . . the biker group, Hell's Angels, both known as the America mafia, but all about America . . . and the Aryan Nation factions--skin heads, Neo-Nazis, Japanese mafia, Sons of Anarchy and others who wanted racial separation, making two Americas, following in Hitler's shoes; one America integrated, and the other one, segregated.  Tristan Lameroeaux, my client, was inducted into service to his nation, through the FBI and MARINES, to help with this possible insurrection and rebellion, that the formal militia, the National Guard, was Constitutionally to put down, being used by the President and the Governor of the state, when needed.

To make a long story short . . . Tristan got framed, and was charged with the murder of his wife, who had slept with the Marine, involved in the under cover op, and they didn't know how much the Marine had told her, and what she had told, Tristan.  He took a plea bargain, sentencing him to 15 years to life in the Utah State Prison . . . I got him a new trial, as his counsel, on appeal, and won, but was cut out of the new trial, having fought for a year and a half free, and with the courts refusing to pay me . . . I believe that I ended up getting Tristan into the witness protection program!  Tristan had gone to prison in Arizona, for burglary, back when he was a teen, and during that time, he joined the Christian Brotherhood . . . had religious tattoos on his arms.  When Tristan was up at the prison, he hooked the Christian Brotherhood members up with me . . . and many of them would write me letters, and sorry to say, I was doing the work of several attorneys, in a small law firm, with no assistant, secretary or paralegal, practicing or having cases in 5 states, and going to the U.S. Supreme Court, so . . . I just didn't have the time, and I regret that I didn't take the time for a population of guys who needed my attention!  Perhaps this blog, in some, minor way will bring attention to their plight, their needs, their work within the prison, and those wardens, prison guards, and attorneys, will change the prisons from being a breeding ground for crime, violence and corruption . . . and change it, much like the Marines did, to a place of growth, change, love, help, and caring!

Method to My Madness . . . Marines Didn't Use to Have a Great Reputation Around the World, and that Was Not Long Ago!

I guess that I had this impression of Marines, or the Jar Heads, as kind of the tough and dangerous, but also, trouble makers around the world, remembering reports of a rape in Japan, or fights in clubs and bars, murders, etc.  And, it seems, that my cousin, Jimmy Woodward, was a Marine, during the Vietnam War, saw the front lines 7 different times and survived, and came back to camp, and was jumped by some black Marines, and almost beaten to death!  So, when I saw the Marines, locked in arms, all races, in a comrades in arms, rockin' and singing, all as one voice, as One Nation Under GOD!, I was so impressed, and thought, man have things changed in the Marine Corp.  Not that I am that up on the Marine Corp., although my nephew, Joey Nelson, went into the Marines, and loved it, good kid.  But, I guess, the image, was just so different than I expected!  And what a refreshing change that was.  We need our Marines, Army, Navy, Air Force, to be just like, what I see in that video, having the ability to be almost childlike, when needed . . . Christ said, you have to become like a child to enter into the kingdom of God . . . but, as was so evident in the "Hurrah" done with such passion, strength, and power, there was not doubt in my mind, that as a seconds notice, if called on to fight the enemy, these same boys could raise to the occasion, defending their countries, interests, and the rights of the countrymen and women, they are there to help police and protect, in peace keeping efforts!

In my blog after seeing the video, my second on Sunday, I make reference that the Marines had Christlike behavior, that is what I meant!  Christ would always do the right thing, to the right amount, at the right time, for the right duration, and to the right persons . . . there are times when tenderness is called on, and I have seen it on Marines faces, when dealing with children in other countries, and when there is a crisis or suffering, you can show that tender side, and then again, when someone, need the shit kicked out of them, and to do anything less than that would be wrong!  I loved watching the young man, on the right side of the computer screen, who was so into the song, the actions, and had probably the most powerful, Hurrah!  He was as far as I could see, and that was limited, but every part of his soul, body, mind and heart was into what was going on there, at that moment . . . I thought, about the trust, that America can have in their military, with young men like that, and all the others that were on the video, so powerful, so amazing, so great . . . and a wonderful recruiting tool, and a missionary tool also!  GREAT!

THE HOLY WAR

In the scriptures, which I have read since youth, and loved and relied on, in every thing . . . but there was a story, Jesus told, that there was a man who had two sons, and he had a vineyard, and it needed pruning or some work.  He asked the one son if he would work in the field or the vineyard; he point blank, said, NO!  But later, he felt guilty, and went and did what his father asked him to do.  Then, when the father approached the other son, and requested help, the son, said, YES, but never went into the field or the vineyard.  And the question was asked, if I remember, which son loved the father more?  Or which was the valiant son?  The one who said he would work, and didn't or the one who said no, and then went and worked anyway.  We all know that it is the son, who went and did his father's will!  So, here we have ISIS, BOKO HAREM and Al Shababba . . . all part a parcel of the same cloth, or Al Qaeda strains, cells, and alleged part of Islam, who looks to Jesus Christ to be their savior . . . the Prophet Mohammad, never promised he could, would, or should save Islam!  

So, these fucked up members of Islam, who have been rejected by their own, Holy Leaders, as not being a true representatives of their religion and have been denounced, think that they in the name of Allah, who is just another name for God, has some how called them to bring a holy war on westerners, western music, dress, dancing, women, and western religions, including Christians!  Why in the fucking hell, do you have as second in command, your savior, the same one we have, and think, killing Christians, followers of the very man/son of God, that is going to save your sorry ass, and you are killing them, taxing them, running them out of their homes, their cities and their countries?  Kidnapping, murders, burning, beheading . . . and who made you the judges?  Judge that yeah may not be judged!  And in the book of Romans, New Testament, it said, that there are those without the law, referring to the law of God, who are living better lives, without the law, that you are with the law.  I think, that you, need to look at your proposed jihad against America . . . and ask yourself, which country was like the first son, who said, we are not going to the field to work, and changes their mind . . . and who is like the second son, who said he would do the will of the father, and totally fails to do it!  That one is a no brainer . . . you can't claim to be doing the will of God and do everything the opposite of what he has ever said to do!

God Bless the American Soldier!  You Have Blessed the World with Your Sacrifices!  Remember the Story in the Old Testament, Where the Young Sheep Herder, Kept Getting Sheep Stolen, and One Day, He Defended the Sheep, and in One Day, He Cut off the Arms of 1,000 Men!  It Might have Been, God's Servant, David--Rebuilding the Temple of GRACE, Watching the King's Sheep!  Onward Christian Soldiers . . . And All of YOU!

P.S., I had never heard the song, "Days of Elijah" until I heard you one Sunday, and listened to it, with a total smile on my face, the entire 200 plus times I enjoyed watching you . . . but I think that I know the words now, and maybe all the hand actions!  I envisioned the whole world singing and signing that song, in unison, diggin' and lovin' each other!  For every knee shall bow, and every tongue confess, that JESUS IS THE CHRIST, and the only name under Heaven by which we can be SAVED!  AMEN!  LOVE YOU, STAY SAFE . . . TRUST GOD!

  

FUCKERS JUST RIPPED OFF THGE THIRD VERIONS . . . JACKASSES TO THE WORLD . . . THEY THINK THEY ARE THE ONLY ONES IN HEAVEN AND IT IS THEIR MISSION TO CONVERT THE WORLD TO MOISM! LOL! TOUGH AND DANGEROUS MARINES, KICK MORMON MISSIONARIES ASSES, BOTH IN BEING LOVING AND IN BEING STRONG . . .

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I JUST GOT MY BLOG TITLE RIPPED OFF! YOU GODDAMN FUCKING MORMONS< NSA IN UTAH< TAKING ALL MY TITLES,k BECAISE YOUR ARE LAZY ASSHOLE BIGOTS, RACIST, BUTT FUCKING FAGS!

SPITFIRE . . . CONFUSION AT WALGREENS THIS MORNING--KETTLE BELL VS. KEGEL BALL--LOL! FBI FILES ON MARILYN MONROE AND ALL THE KENNEDY MEN--TEDDY AND PETER LAWFORD--BRO-IN-LAW INCLUDED! SOME LIKE IT HOT! BUT MARILYN GOT MURDERED, AND THE KENNEDY'S GOT AWAY WITH IT--SAYS MY SOURCES. WHAT COULD BE THE RAMIFICATIONS OF HANGING WITH JAMES KENNEDY-- FIRST I THOUGHT HE WAS A BOUNTY HUNTER, THEN A HIT MAN, A LOVER; NOW I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING . . . MORALS AT 60? AM I CRAZY OR DID THAT SAVE MY LIFE? THE NEW POLITICAL POWER COUPLE? MAYBE--DON'T GIVE UP YOUR DAY JOB, HILLARY AND BILL! ALTHOUGH, JOANN AND JAMES KENNEDY MIGHT HAVE SOME POLITICAL PULL, AND GIVE THE CLINTONS AND BUSHES A RUN FOR THEIR MONEY! JAMES HAS THE PROFILE OF A SENATOR . . . I HAVE THE RESUME FOR A PRESIDENT! LOL! MAYBE THE OTHER WAY AROUND? A LITTLE NAME RECOGNITION CAN'T HURT! LOL! ONLY IN MY DREAMS . . . JUST KIDDING! SO MANY POSSIBILITIES . . .

One More For the Husband Saver . . . Are You KIDDING ME!

All the Mormons and the Catholics, who were pregnant, while in college, at the University of Arizona, while my husband was getting his masters degree, signed up to have their babies at the Catholic Charities, for a mere $300 per baby, or if you were really lucky or unlucky, like one of my friends, you could get two babies for the price of one, with twins.  The really great thing about that deal, is that even if you had twins, and they were premature, and needed to stay in the hospital for 6 months, and your bill ran up to $50,000, back in 1978, you still only had to pay the flat rate of $300.  The really, not so great thing about the deal, is they gave you as little anesthesia as they could get away with, no matter what size your baby was . . . try delivering, what looked like the great white whale, Moby Dick, compared to all the tiny Hispanic babies with a ton of hair, and my baby, was so fat, that she looked like she had cottage cheese all over her, and already had cellulite, with the docs, having to pull a huge head out of my womb, which usually is the largest part of a babies body, and then the rest just slides out . . . not if the baby weighs, 9 pounds 13 ounces!

So, as I tried to get the doctor to just kill me, because I was in so much pain, going the natural route, right up to the point of delivery, when a local was given, on the Catholic budget plan, one size fits all, having been sent home from the doctor's office on my due date, the week before, with tranquilizers, because I was so pissed that this baby was not even acting at all interested in coming into this world, and after all that, while I was filleted on the table, torn, bleeding, but very glad, I had birthed the great white legend of Herman Melville, being tortured, just like Captain Ahab, by my almost 10 pound baby girl, who looked like she was 2 months old at birth, the doctor, a young, handsome, intern, smugly said, while he was mending the damage done to my body, and stitching me up, as the last one or close to the last painful plunge of the needle entered my very sore lower extremities, and one more for the husband, called the husband keeper!  

What the fuck, only a man, would be more concerned about my husband's future sex life, than for me, the victim of sex with him 9 months and a week earlier, the year before.  I, being the feminist I am, having never considered that as part of the deal, seeing he didn't do much of the work to get her here, or he just did the fun part, leaving me burdened and like a watermelon on a train, she couldn't get off, in the hot September day, in Tucson, Arizona!  I don't give a rat's ass about my husband, get this done!  Several days later, as I was walking down the hall, to check on my baby, this young intern, who I didn't care much for at that point, was sitting with about 6 other, pretty handsome young interns, and he blurted out, for all to hear . . . How are your stitches JoAnn?  I did not even dignify that question with a response!  I am sure that, what he would have considered, standard procedure and something a woman, might also be concerned with, with me being the exception, had relayed my response to his fellow medical interns, probably dissing me for not loving the wiener, as much as they do!  I appreciate it more now, that there is no risk of pregnancy!  LOL!

I Put the Kegel Ball, Right Up There With Preparing My Nipples for Nursing!  Dismissed Much Like My Response to the Young Doc!

With that, being pretty much, my frame of mind, on these things, this morning, I stopped by Walgreens, to see if they had a Kettle Bell, or a piece of exercise equipment, that looks like a ball with a 5 to 10 pound weight, connected to a single handle, that is shaped to fit your hand in, with similar characteristics to a bell . . . I had left mine, at Tony Osthemeier's house, in Missoula, where I lived last summer, and purchased the plastic covered weight, claiming to be the instrument, of the perfect exercise, doing 200 swings between my legs, with sets of 10 push-ups, intermittently . . . sounds like another piece of perfect exercise, that might have similar stats, now that my child bearing years are finished, taking off the weight the fun way!  LOL!  I told the clerk what I wanted, having looked many times, but not finding one like the one I had last summer, and to my surprise, she said, I think we do have one!  Really, does it have plastic on it . . . as she grabs, this rather small oblong shaped box, that didn't resemble what I was looking for in any way, shape or form, function included.  She proudly, continued to take the strange object, out of the box, and showed me this soft rubber, thing, kind of shaped like a kettle bell, but about a 10th the size, and not round, but more elongated.  What in the hell is that?

A Kegel Ball . . . this very attractive woman, my age, must have thought, that we both had the same thing on our minds, and I laughed, as said, what are you thinking about, both of us cracked up laughing!  Her quick conclusion and guess as to what I wanted, could not have been more extremely the opposite, and we both laughed, as I examined the little object, that I would never have imagined existed, much as is my experience with dildos and other sex playing paraphernalia!  LOL!  I am a pretty all natural gal, somewhat heeding some advice on the female anatomy and sex related exercises, thinking this little device, seemed like the cousin to the husband or lover saver, the doc had mentioned, being much more worldly, than, at the time, this little Mormon housewife was, as is also the case with Montana cowgirls, a bit more savvy on these matters.  She didn't seem embarrassed at all . . . I didn't want to touch it with a 10 foot pole, and quickly chided her a bit, and she rolled with it, laughing with me, moving on to the next topic, of fun discussion.

Curiosity Got the Best of Me . . . I Went Back to Read the Instructions

As I read the text boxes on this little red, rubber, apparatus, I noticed that there was a connection, between the hugely popular book, The 50 Shades of Grey, and the promotional connection between the words on the box and that movie, with all its connotations, logical dots, and implications . . . that this little funny tool, can, do to make you look like you are 30 again, have a hotter than hot boyfriend, who can't get enough of having sex with you . . . blah, blah, blah!  The male pharmacist must have been wondering what we were talking about, because he came out of his cave in the back, and looked around, relating the source of the hesitancy in buying the product, and what I was saying about it. I am sure, that he got a kick out of our conversation, and probably wanted to cement a picture of my face, in his mind, making sure he never asked me out on a date!  LOL!  For all you old fashioned gals, into the a la natural methods of doing things, have probably either been told, or figured this no brainer out, and have come up with some exercises you can do without any aid, or artificial sweeteners,  to get-r-done, if you know what I mean!

The directions on the box, were a bit sketchy, for this dumb broad, who didn't get it, or how it worker, so, in a hushed voice, I asked the clerk chick, how it worked.  Wow, that sounds effortless, much less work than doing your own set of exercises, if you even remember to do them, which is more the case with me, and so far, I haven't had any complaints, from my partners that is.  One of my friends, by way of comparison, after her husband had called her, and wondered how much longer she would be with me, had to listen to me say, why is he calling you, and wondering when you are getting home . . . don't return his call, and let's go do something else . . . she gave me a half grateful, and half dismayed look, and she said, That is why I am married, JoAnn . . . and You are Not!  

Like the diet products, I also laughed with her about, stating that I would kill myself exercising, but dieting was out!  I like to eat too much.  But, later, she told me that this new fan dangled device that might have been created to ride on the coat tails of the tale of the 50 Shades . . . a renewed interest in sex for women, with erotica playing a big part of their psycho sexual mind, heart and body. After she explained more the dynamics of the Kegel Ball, I told her that was cool, that you just stick it in, and it starts to take on a life of its own, with the claims, that some how this small blob of rubber in you, does all the work and your muscles just start to work on the object in your vaginal walls.  I guess that I am too analytical to believe that, but it sounded nice, and like my kind of exercise tool.  Healthy scepticism, is what I would call it . . . but of course, if we were all healthy and happy, I might recommend it.  Other than that, it made no sense. Just one more of those things a man, probably made up to coddle his penis, at the woman's expense, well work.  I think, I just want someone to love me, for me, nor for the tightness of my golden pachang!  If you love someone, you simply, just want to be connected, stay attached and feel the heat, or at least that is my experience . . . all the rest, to me, if bull shit!

Some Like it Hot, You Say . . . Look What Hot Got Marilyn!  She was Used and Abused, Passed Around and Paid the Ultimate Price for her Sexual Exploits . . . Hot Sex, Didn't Equate to Love!  She Wanted More, That Got Her Killed--Don't Fall for Doing Whatever it Takes to Care for the Penis . . . It Tends to Take Care of Itself!

NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET: SEE AMERICA . . . U.S. MARINES SINGING "DAYS OF ELIJAH" (NO GOD LIKE JEHOVAH!) . . . ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS--IF GOD IS WITH YOU, NOBODY CAN BE AGAINST YOU--FREAKING AWESOME! THERE IS NO FINISH LINE . . . MARINES TAKE THE FOREIGN ENEMIES, AND I WILL CONTINUE THE BATTLE ON THE DOMESTIC FRONT! U.S. POLITICAL PRISONER SINCE 2004 . . . CONFIRMATION OF BULL SHIT ON THE HOME FRONT, WITH BATTLE LINES CLARIFYING--THE TRUE STORY OF AN INNOCENT MAN DETAINED AS A POLITICAL DISSIDENT IN KALISPELL, MONTANA . . . GLOVES ARE OFF, AFTER THE LAST THREE NIGHTS OF TERROR FOR ME, ON THE STREETS OF KALISPELL, MONTANA, THE LAST GOOD PLACE?

The Church Guide--Blood, Sweat, Bones

I generally, don't write two blogs in one day, unless, there is something pressing, that hits me in the face, and I feel inspired, guided, a need, then I will write twice, leaving you more than one blog to think about in a day. Today, was just one of those days . . . while attending, Fresh Life Church, or Skull Church, and at the beginning of the 11:00 a.m., session, Pastor Levi, was shown on a video, from India, I believe, working on the Asian Christian Project, having met with thousands of clergy from all different walks of Christians, from that area of the world.  He also is kicking off, Skull Church of Canada, our neighbors to the north, who come down to Kalispell all the time to shop, which helps our economy, and did a great job, due to the thriving economy in that nation, while ours suffered a bit, what are good neighbors for?  So, now we are going to export some of our stuff to Canada, and return the favor!  LOL.  I just read statistics about the percentage of church goers, in several nations, by way of comparison: (1) Americans who regularly attend church, is about 40%; (2) the Brits, which I am sure, has some cross over to Canada, attend regularly at about 10%, and then (3) Denmark, comes in at regular church attendance being right about 3%.  I am not sure if another one of the 193 countries in the world, would rank higher than America, but we do have a melting pot, and freedom of religion; therefore, it is a conscious choice, whether people attend and which denomination, if any, they chose to frequent.  

While I was standing, during worship, singing songs, that bring me to tears, about two seconds after I start singing, some of these new Christian songs, one was written by several people who go to church at the Liberty, campus, are now all over the Christian radio stations with their music, and I love the songs, lyrics, rhythms, after being raised on the old church hymns, many of which were written back in the days of Martin Luther, who posted the 96 treatise against either the Catholic Church or the Anglican Church, Gutenberg Chapel, back in I think the 1500's, or somewhere around the early days, with the Bible becoming accessible to more than just the clergy, with him making the observation, that man did not need a intermediary to speak to God, or to be forgiven for sins . . . I think he got burned at the stake for being a heretic!  But, the guy in front of me, had a shirt on with the words, Blood. Sweat. Bones., and it made me think of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, and why that happened, and the scriptures in very plain language say that he was killed because of the envy of the Rabbinical order of the Sanhedrin, made up of Pharisees and Sadducee's . . . seriously green with envy, enough to want him dead!  He came and did away with the old school rules of the Law of Moses, and offered liberty from the 700 some odd rules, that these guys had become very good at living and forcing others to abide by . . . on top of that, he claimed to be the Son of God, evidencing that fact with his healing powers, and the ability to perform miracles.  Christ was fresh, young, cool, both strong and soft . . . loving the little children, and kicking the money changers out of the temple!

Young Men of the Marine Corp Singing the "Days of Elijah", No God Like Jehovah . . . Had that Combination of Strong and Soft With Hand Motions and Hurrahs!  They Reminded Me of Christ-Like Characteristics!

After leaving Fresh Life Church, I go around the corner to Cross-Fire Church, with Pastor Dennis and wife, Debbie, former bikers, jail birds, drug abusers, and Dennis a fugitive from the law, spending 4 years on prison, so they serve a segment of the population like me, who live very different lives, with the normal person, having little to relate to.  Dennis always smiles when I come prancing through the doors, after being on the run from city to city, and state to state, while operating under a different set of rules, the Patriot Act, where you don't have to commit any crimes, just speak about the U.S. Constitution, the enemy of the PA, making a constitutional law attorney public enemy #1!  Can you imagine that, but it is nice that some things don't change, as I cruise around the country, meeting new people, in my cop driven, or lover driven travels, Dennis and Debbie have seen it all, and get a kick out of what I do, and I dig what they do too!  But, Dennis is the one who introduced me to this video of the Marines singing "Days of Elijah" a song I was not familiar with, but absolutely loved, with tears streaming down my cheeks, seeing these clean cut men, with arms around each other in both Christian brotherhood, and the brotherhood of the Marine Corp!  

I just could not wait to get out of church to get on my computer and check out this phenomena, with both of my daughters serving overseas, in the Navy and Air Force, son-in-laws, serving in the Navy SEALS and the Army, and a husband having served in the U.S. Marine Corp., so the military is near and dear to my heart, as well as having been born on the Port Hueneme, Navy Base, California, while my father, was a special agent, in the Air Force, making me the only military brat, being born out of Utah, and all the rest of the Mo's, were born in Utah . . . could birth place be part of the problem, my loyalties are for the country, providing freedom of religion, to either practice or not . . . while the rest of my family, born in Utah, think the world revolves around the Mormon Church with headquarters in Salt Lake City, Utah!  Hey, I will take the masculine, amped up Christian Marines, any time of the day, week, year . . . what a fucking thrill to see these young men!  I loved it so much . . . ISIS, I would be going with Jesus, your second in command, and your savior, even by Islam!  Did you hear the lyrics, as the men locked arms over their necks, swaying back and forth, then jumping in the air, singing, No God Like Jehovah!  Boko Harem, taking children, a huge bad act by Christ, who said, suffer the little children to come to me, and anyone who harms one of these little ones, would be better to have a mill stone tied around their neck and drowned in the sea, than to harm them . . . I would bet that some of these guys feel the same!  And al-Shabab . . . killing Christian saying their prayers, what the fuck is up with that?  Try telling our Marines that, you fucking cowards!  See America . . . 

Wars Foreign and Domestic--I Got This One!

After church, including a great meal, each week with my biker family, no wonder I am attracted to biker and mountain man, James Kennedy, it is in my bones, Easy Rider Lives, I headed to Starbucks, to get on my computer, pretending to be a covert coffee drinker, so I can sit in the fun atmosphere, and hang with the mellow coffee drinkers, while the laid back crowd, indulges in the hot caffeine, as I drink my Diet Coke, my cold coffee!  No sooner had I been seated, when some guy sitting on the orange leather chairs, started to talk to me, and started small talk with me, until, somehow, the fact that I didn't really live anywhere, due to issues with cops, and others in the alleged power structures, clashing with Patriot Act, rats, vying for supremacy, over the U.S. Constitution, making me one of their most hated enemies.  He immediately told me a bit of his struggles, in Kalispell, mentioning, former, police chief, Frank Garner or Gardner, who is now a legislator, but someone, I got an eye full of, as campus police at the Medical Center, after a seminar on Sandy Hook, Connecticut, shootings of the 21 students and teachers.  I asked a few questions, that the cops, at first could not answer, kind of a gotcha type, that you can step in a trap and win or lose with arguments on either side, so I could somewhat sympathize with him.

He told me about his book, U.S. Political Prisoner Since 2004: The True Story of an Innocent Man Detained as a Political Dissident In Kalispell, Montana.  I told him, if he got me a copy of the book, I would read it and give him some advertisement, to a readership, who is learning about Constitutional rights, and what due process and equal protection of the laws, means . . . not what some lame ass former cop, says about it, that he doesn't have to give author, Ron Glick, his due process rights, or any rights for that matter, just because he said so!  Really, and what rock did you climb out from under?  I for one, know damn well, what it is like to be one man, standing up against the established, alleged justice system, with two judges, dismissing Ron's case against themselves . . . a, no judge can dismiss a case if they are a named defendant, because it makes the judge above the law, as well as cops, who think they can completely dismiss the law, and do their own form of frontier justice . . . this bad ass con law chick, is here to back Ron, and tell you fuck that shit!  The law is the law, is the law . . . Ron, and I know our rights and we are going to have them or make your lives a living hell!

Dogs Don't Shit Where They Live . . . Unless, Hommies Start Shitting on the Dog!  Game on . . . You are Used to Dealing with Fraud Broads!

Maybe the fact, that since being up in Montana, I have promoted the good, and chosen to hope that by doing so, the boys and girls of the justice system, the cops, prosecutors, and judges, would get a clue and do the right thing, preserving, protecting and defending citizens' constitutional and civil rights!  You have nobody to blame but yourself, for me entering in on this fight, because you have chosen to deal with the fake shit ass bitches and their controlling bastards, all cops types, and listened to them rather than abiding by the oath of office, oath of authority, and the duty of the government, the sole duty, created for the benefit of the citizens, you know, WE THE PEOPLE, who made the government to serve us, not for some fucking form of Hitler's SS men, and their whores, going into people's houses, like mine, seeing that I had more than a cop, and just taking at will what you wanted, or stealing it and selling it at the Policeman's Ball each year, bringing in a King's Ransom, getting a piece of me!  Pay back for killing asset forfeiture legislation, back in 1997 . . . yeah, you can pretend that Ms. 44 DDD is me, but she is beholden to you for her power . . . I am not, I am a self made women, with the Constitution, I can use to shove up your asses, and with God on my side . . . You know, I'm bad, I'm bad . . . Michael Jackson is on right now . . . the word is out, I'm doing wrong, your lying eyes, don't you think your right, your talk is cheap, your not a man, your throwing stones . . . because I'm bad, I'm bad!

Ignorance is bliss, but stupidity is just that, stupidity . . . a biologist, a flight attendant, a shitty lawyer, a few of those, and the sister act . . . really, you are going to deal with the real McCoy, you know the one that kicked the shit out of the cops and prosecutors, 9 federal agents, Iron County, Narcotics cops, judges, etc.  Do you think for one second, I can't sue the fucking shit out of you, and you will wish that you had the Mormon Relief Society, wanna be attorney sister, as your enemy, not the real bad ass con law chick, who has been on good behavior, trying to make a new start, playing fair, and getting shit on three nights in a roll . . . you should be worried about me getting killed on your streets, not hiring hit men and sending your cop force trying to intimidate me . . . I don't back down, I AMP UP!  I am sure this author, who appears to have very well put forth for the reader and the record, court briefs, documents that were served to him at 4:00 a.m., arrested with a stamped judge's signature, and using the Washington cops to do your dirty work, arresting this man, without due process or equal protection!  Kind of like getting rid of me, when nobody knows where I am, silencing me, through detention, jail, or death!

There is No Finish Line!

I just got a copy of the book, and it looks as professional as it can be . . . I can't recommend it because I haven't read the book, but I have experienced what this man claims to have experienced.  So, I am going to let, you reader, check out this book, while I also, and reading it.  I don't want to hold out an educational moment, on the law, rights, due process and equal protection . . . they get away with it, because people, like you and myself, don't dare stand up to these fuckers, so read it and start to save this precious system or rights, USE THEM OR LOSE THEM!  The choice is yours . . . you know where I stand, as for me and my house, we will stand by the U.S. Constitution and we will worship the Lord.

Christ was once asked, whom is your mother and father . . . he didn't hesitate to say, he who doeth the will of my Father who sent me!  I take my law license as a gift from God, to serve him, co-freedom fighters, and licensed to serve, We the People, who are my unofficial clients, always have been, always will be . . . the law is the law, is the law . . . cops, prosecutors and judges are not above the law!  We have an ordered society that has stood the test of time, with relative peace, for over 240 years, and that peace is predicated on, uniform operation of the laws!

Ron Glick	3:58 PM (1 hour ago)
to me

    Here is where they can download the book for free:

http://www.4shared.com/folder/HxZtECnW/US_online.html

    But here is the Amazon listing, so that they can (hopefully) put in reviews to boost the visibility of the book's visibility there.  The more reviews and likes of those reviews, the more the book shows up in Amazon searches...

http://amzn.to/1wBpULq

    Thanks!  :)

Ron Glick, Author

 

The Wonderful Alice of Oz - third book in the Oz-Wonderland series - is now on sale!

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LITTLE MIRACLES FROM GOD, MAKE A BIG DIFFERENCE . . . DUCKS WARNING ME, I AM BEING HUNTED--FOR WHAT, OTHER THAN EXPOSING COPS AND OTHERS OF CLANDESTINE, DIRTY DEEDS THROUGH EXPRESSION OF MY FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS! YOU CAN TELL THAT THIS IS AN INSIDER'S JOB, BECAUSE THEY ARE TRYING TO APPREHEND ME IN PRIVATE, SECRET, WITH FEW TO NO WITNESSES, AVOIDING OPERATING WITHIN THE CONFINES OF THE LAW, AS PER NORMAL CITIZENS! SHERIFFS GOING UP AND DOWN, WHITE STAGE ROAD, STARING, SNEAKING BEHIND THE, MORMON CHURCH--IF THAT IS NOT SYMBOLIC, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS . . . SUPER 1 EMPLOYEES ARE ALWAYS GOOD TO HARASS AND JOIN IN THE GAMES BEGINNING--HEARING DEVICES FOR STORE CLERKS? REALLY? WALKING PAST ME 3 TIMES, STARING, MAKING SURE I STAY PUT, ROUGHLY 10:00 P.M., AND THEN SHOWING UP AT 4:00 A.M., WHEN I AM BACK WATCHING FBI FILES . . . ONE CALLED, "ABOVE THE LAW" ABOUT A HIGHWAY PATROLMAN, OFFICER OF THE YEAR, WHO PULLS A YOUNG WOMAN, MS. ROBIN BISHOP, MORMON SYMBOLISM TOO, RAPES HER, LATER KILLS HER TO COVER HIS CRIMES! IF THAT IS NOT TOTALLY SYMBOLIC OF MY SITUATION . . . THE COPS AND CREW COMMIT THE CRIMES AGAINST ME, THEN TRY TO KILL ME TO COVER THEIR CRIMES . . . I HAVE NOT COMMITTED ANY CRIMES, AND I AM JUST AS INNOCENT AS MS. BISHOP, AN ASPIRING ACTRESS, GOING FROM NEVADA TO HOLLYWOOD! GIVEN THE SUPPORT MY ENEMIES HAVE FROM LAW ENFORCEMENT, IF NOT LAW ENFORCEMENT THEMSELVES, THEY ARE TRULY ABOVE THE LAW, WITH FEW HELPING ME, THE VICTIM . . . GIVEN MY HISTORY, THE COP FLAVORS, ASSUME THAT IT IS I, WHO IS THE ABUSER, AND THEY ARE THE INNOCENT VICTIMS! LOL? THE ODDS AGAINST ME ARE THOUSANDS TO ONE! SHOCKINGLY UNCONSCIONABLE!

Communications with God, Who Saves My ASS!

I have often referred to God, as my Intel Man, and sincerely he is, and keeps me alive daily, warns me of impending danger, of ill gotten intentions, of sting ops, and that people, with ulterior motives, are scheming against me, and what, where, how, when, and just the course of action I need to take.  Am I always right on, taking directions from God . . . hell, no, but over the years, me and my God, have developed a trust, and a system of communication, that would convince anyone that he is our Father in Heaven, totally aware of our trials, challenges, and threats to our happiness and safety.  I could not make it a day without him, aiding and assisting me with direct, significant, symbolic, signs, that have protected me all my life, and he is on heightened patrol, during these last few years, with daily drama to attempted homicide, hits, and murderous intent on the parts of the thieves, liars, frauds, those who lay in wait to steal, kill and destroy me!

After and all night ordeal with the cops in Missoula, several months ago, with K-9 units, cops telling store clerks to call them if they see me, hunting me down at the hospital, setting me up at the Poverello Center, where I had been staying, using staff, who should be keeping my stay confidential, without warrants, or other such proof of wrong doing, that is checked every time, I stay for a few days, but after a hellish night, freezing in the January nights, with cops on both sides of the Clark Fork River, and the dog trainer, down by the river at 4:00 A.M., just moments after I had stepped on to the skate park, cement, taking away the trail the dog was following, but as I came out of at least that part of the night unscathed, and emerged out of the river area, near McDonald's, and the bus terminal, with tickets to book it out of town, I heard a curious sound, and what seemed to be, a new aid from God, letting me know, that after a horrifying night, I was safe, at least for the time being, and Me and God, had beat the cops--and not just a few of them . . . by him, seemingly, making the ducks laugh!  LOL!  And in celebration of coming out of the back side of the river, the less traveled, and not familiar to me at all, the lights on the bridge also lighted up, for just a minute, some spotlight, as if God was as relieved as I was, that I was okay . . . celebrating coming into the light, and the ducks laughing, joining in the celebration too!

The Sounds of Ducks . . . It is Hunting Season, But God Seems to Be Using Them, to Let Me Know, Many Times, That I, Also Am Being Hunted!

This morning, while I was over at Super 1, doing what tons of people do, sit and mess around on their computers, especially, being one of the only places open all night, for those of us, who have a bizarre lifestyle, and the nice cozy fire, makes a relaxing movie, even more inviting.  I have seen people sitting in the deli center, with tables, nice, bright windows, and plenty of room, sit and read the newspaper, work on the computer, talk to friends and family who are shopping, etc.--literally for hours, with or without purchasing much, which is nice.  But, as I was watching an FBI Files, called, The Model Killer . . . that would be my killers, like the model cop who raped and murdered, or the model killer--who murdered 9 very pretty girls, using the model bait, to lure them into his car and death, most people would think them to be stellar members of society--a mere illusion, with all the trappings of success . . . while, in my situation, losing my self-determination--due to the determination of the model killers, stealing my work, claiming it as their own, being worth a living fortune, but with none of it in my hands, they can pull off the model murderers, while I, truly a Law Abiding Citizen, being forced into homeless shelters and missions, eating at places like the Manna Soup Kitchen and Feeding the Flathead, with both serving amazing meals, better than you are eating I am sure!  I am the truly rich, they are the frauds; however, they are connected through the cops, the prosecutors, the judges, legislators, CIA, FBI, NSA, Mormon Church, to use all their powers to keep me down, and elevate themselves, using what I do, blogs, cases, legislation and all, being honored and renowned for my work!  But, in one of the FBI files, where all the girls were being tortured, raped, and murdered . . . there was a sign, with girls on it, and with the big sign saying, GO!

Generally, that would be sufficient, for me to get up, leave whatever I am doing; however, this morning it was cold, miserable outside, and not much was open to take the sting off leaving Super 1, so seeing the sign to me to GO, was delayed, if not outright objected to, by me, for a little while.  Then all of the sudden the guy, who had the an ear piece, receiving Intel from someone, as had the guy, in the HuHot outfit, a cop pretending to be a cook, also had this black, ear bud looking thing, getting directions, and being able to go into a big ass store like Walmart, going directly to the spot in the store, that I had never been to, and would never go to the gaming and play center, with them stating, so this is were you are at.  But, as was the case, with the events of the last three nights, if I stick around, I will see, exactly what God was warning me about, with little proof otherwise that, I am telling the truth, with my death being the only sure way to convince people of the truth!  That last option is not the one I want, nor do I want to be right enough, to allow them to kill me, while the attempts on my life are daily!

But, as is the case with these, seemingly clear warnings of danger, or to get out, the night, that I took the Great Clips smoking chair, hoping that someone, will return it, or someone from the store will go retrieve it . . . my intent was self-defense, not theft or conversion of property to my control, possession or ownership, God seemed to use the duck hunting analogy, with the manhunt or witch burning night I had the other night--letting me know, while sitting behind the brick walls, and fence of the garbage center, that I was sitting on the grey and beige stripped folding chair, that I use in self-defense, knowing I could not stand all night, but as I would get ready to leave, the ducks, out of the blue, would start quacking, warning me, I am still being hunted and they are close!  He would also give me signs, when it was safe to leave, and it was dicey . . . the trackers, were also using animal sounds to send each other messages.  At one point, I heard just a few ducks, but something massive, with many ducks, or maybe geese, as the case my be, but there was this massive gaggle of flying fowls, so high and so large, that just the few single quacks, became a mystery, moving across the dark morning sky, with so many, that the mess of birds, was rivaled by nothing I had ever seen.  Or maybe, God was warning me, that there were way more hunters than voices, and I would be shocked if I knew how many there truly were!

My God is An Awesome God . . . The Way He Works With Me Is Amazing!

And he will do the same for you.  I hope, that one thing you, reader, children, lovers, will learn from my story, as unbelievable as it is at times, is that God is aware of each and every one of you, to the extent of knowing your very thoughts . . . he knows when I am not getting his signs, and tries through other means to communicate in a way that I will understand . . . he is daily, my guide, my body guard, and so loving, patient, and tender in his care, under very trying circumstances!  I think the one thing that I have learned, through all of this, is faith, belief in his omniscience, omnipresent, and powers to teach, train, protect, empower, and help, on a second by second basis!  And for that, I am so grateful, beyond belief.  That one person, both significant and insignificant, is of so much worth to Almighty God, that he gives me step by step directions.  My cousin, Edward, my same age, gets mad as me sometimes, and says, why would you be do special that God would do the things you are claiming to do . . . probably, because I believe in him, always have, always will, with mounting evidence of his existence, love and watchful eyes, every second of every day.

For those of you, who are Biblical scholars, or have even read the Bible . . . Jesus Christ, himself, the Son of God, could not perform miracles, heal the people, in Nazareth, where he was from, because the people did not believe in his divine powers . . . isn't he the carpenter's son?  I believe that his active role in all of our lives, comes based on the faith we have in him, and the amount of trust, that we exemplify, by following him, in all things, which I try to do.  I challenge you to believe, what he says he can do, believe that he has the power to do what he claims, and that in doing so, you may change the hearts of your accusers, abusers, and even murderers, who can seem to get you . . . due to a combination of God directing me, and me following him.  I could not do this alone . . . the more I follow, the more, I trust.  Many times now, I just relax, because I know that God is running interference, helping me, unknown at times, make great and miraculous escapes . . . he didn't just deliver David from Goliath, or giving Samson the power to pull down walls, or give Elizabeth, an 80 year old woman, a child . . . saving Danial from the Lion's den, or giving him the power to interpret Pharaoh's dreams, saving the Children of Israel!  He is as alive and active in our lives today, doing, just as many miracles, today, as he did back in the days of the prophets . . . would to God, we all be prophets!

America and the World, Need to Stop Killing Our Prophets!

Have An Amazing Day of Rest--Sunday!

P.S., Officer Gwaltney, the California Highway Patrol, who stopped Robin Bishop, for a speeding offense, raped and murdered her . . . in the first few trials, two, I believe, Gwaltney, was found innocent, or the jury, who was interviewed, said, they just could not believe he could to the crime, seeing that he was an officer, to uphold the law, so they didn't find him guilty.  The FBI continued to go after Officer Gwaltney, knowing that he had done the crime and they wanted him, especially, as an officer of the law, to be held culpable for his crime, and didn't want him to get away with the crime.  Finally, in a civil rights suit, for violation of federal and state regulatory constitutional civil rights by an officer of the state, acting under color of law!  This was one of the first civil rights cases, the FBI or the Department of Justice had ever taken . . . Robin Bishop was raped with someone who respected law enforcement authority, she was compliant, which made her an easy victim. This officer, when he had his uniform on, he became a predator, and treated women badly . . . having pulled many women over, trading tickets for sex.  Gwaltney was always one step ahead of the FBI and other investigative officers . . . they finally caught Gwaltney in a lie!  His credibility suffered, he even cut off the gun barrell, to his gun, so ballistics could not been discovered.  Preston, Gwaltney's next door neighbor, a young man, testified the way Gwaltney, but there were problems with the time line.  There was a six month investigation by the FBI--they knew they had the right guy, and he was indicted to be charged under the federal civil rights statute, for violating Robin's civil rights.  Gwaltney had marked Bishop as prey, early in a local restaurant . . . Officer of the Year, didn't do much to help the cop this time! 

Gwaltney . . . symbolic name for me . . . Me and Frank, aka, Allan Rex Bess, my client, with Frank, of InterPol, were married by a Judge Ney, in 6th Judicial District . . . he was a former cop, he knew me, and he also, knew the real Allan, and he said nothing, knowing full well, that this was not the guy, who he had dealt with for 60 years, but I was marrying a complete stranger, and he knew it!  Convicting Frank of InterPol, is much like convicting by jury, one of the guys playing, James Bond, 007, seeing him as being too competent, law abiding, credible to ever question him, even though, he was helping everyone, destroy my credibility!  My God is an amazing God, that even the names in these symbolic crime, have connections with the crimes committed against me, that are big time civil rights violations . . . with a ton of crimanal charges that should have been filed against this man who is allegedly, above reproach, above the law, and had done so much for the citizens, we couldn't convict this officer of the law.  Much like in the O.J. Simpson's case, didn't get him criminally, but got him civilly! 

TRUTHLOADER--MAGGOT BRAINS--FREEDOM OF CHOICE IS WHAT YOU HAVE! SMOOTH ON THE SUNSHINE . . . LOVE IS AN IRRESISTIBLE DESIRE TO BE IRRESISTIBLY DESIRED! POET ROBERT FROST. GOLDEN GOODNESS--DON'T STOP BELIEVING . . . WE BELIEVE! MY BLOG HITS HAVE BEEN CUT OFF AT 220,000 PER 74 SECONDS, DOWN FROM ROUGHLY 20,000,000 PER 74 SECONDS, DOWN FROM 155,000,000 PER 74 SECONDS! AND THIS IS NOT A CRIME? DIGITAL MILLENNIUM ACT--$2500 to $25,000 PER HIT FOR INTERNET CRIMES? I GUESS THAT DOESN'T APPLY TO THE NSA, GOVERNMENT CHICKS WHO HAVE ACCESS TO MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, AND STEAL THE FAME, FLAME, NAME AND MONEY! NO CRIME HERE!? REALLY? THE SECOND BILLION THEY HAVE SKIMMED, LEAVING ME, WHAT IS LEFT AFTER GOOGLE GETTING 1ST BILLION, BING GETTING SECOND BILLION, AND I GET SPILL OVER? REALLY, THE WRITER . . . NO WONDER THESE FUCKS WANT TO GET RID OF THE CONSTITUTION . . . LICENSE TO STEAL, KILL, THRILL USING SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK . . . PRETTY GOOD DEAL! GOOD TASTE WINS EVERY TIME! IMITATION IS THE HIGHEST FORM OF FLATTERY, WHAT IS TOTAL ID THEFT? COMPLETE ADORATION, EMULATION, BRILLIANT-A-FICTION! I AM NON-FICTION!

Out to Kill!  Hiding Behind Garbage Dumpster Gates and Fence all Night, Sliding in the Shadows, Dare for a Double . . . Duck Hunting Season!

Sheriffs make yourselves useful . . . easy evidence . . . the Great Clips, smoker's chair, that was sitting outside, the Kalispell store, at Hutton Ranch Plaza, is sitting inside the dumpster, behind the fence of Pier 1 or another store down the way, on the back side of the strip mall!  There were too many, OUT TO KILL that night, going in an out of the parking lots at 4:00 a.m., so, as very uncharacteristic of ME, I failed to return the chair, that goes by the black plastic smoke thing, where the butts go!

Yesterday, after another, of hundreds of harrowing nights, on the run from unknown assailants, threatening capture, bodily harm, serious injury, and death, for doing what?  I guess, daring to fight to be me, failing to acquiesce to their demands--to cease and desist being ME, actually still, daring taking claim and credit for my life, my children, my career, my resume, my blog, as little hits as they will allow me--the writer, not cow toughing to threats, intimidation, tracking me like a hunted animal or bird, refusing to give in to the lies, perpetrated bogus doubles, fraud, misrepresentation, smoke screens . . . cramping their style, not allowing them to be me . . . limiting the bull shit, keeping up the exposure, knowing that what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger . . . at the Flathead County Republican Pachyderm meeting at the Red Lion Hotel, at noon, with the editor of the Daily Inter Lake Newspaper, Frank Meile, at least that is how I think you spell it, as the guest speaker, making the timely, insightful, and totally right on comment, that one of the biggest threats to freedom is that we have lost the right of self-determination!  Hey, tell me about it, that is exactly what is going on in my life, some group of fucked up pigs, yes, cops--local, state and federal, mafia--organized, official and unofficial, Mormons, family, and others, have decided, they love what I do, create, write, procreate, build, raise, and touch . . . but, they fucking HATE ME!  Therefore, I, have lost the power, the right, the ability to actually, be myself or the right of self-determination to fucking be ME!  LOL! Now, exactly who in the fuck, and where, did these dip shits decided that this is the case, completely is baffling to say the least and just down right retarded at best, to put it bluntly!  LOL!  I for one, will not give up my right to self-determination!

Truly, These Guys are Maggot Brains . . . They Eat Shit for Breakfast!

I can always, always, always, tell when shit is going down . . . there are normal activities, that astute people, who are observant, can tell when something is up, look at what is normal, and abnormal, or when things change, exponentially grow, with undercover operatives, burgeoning the place I am at, like at Walmart, this morning . . . the number of employees, grew, from a few handfuls, one every several isles, to about 4 per isle, where I was sitting reading Cosmo . . . What Guys Really Think . . . interesting, waiting for the donut crew to get baking, but as I looked up and noticed all the agents, I booked it out and across the street, where just the night before, the sheriff, drives though the drive thru, the guy across from me, on his computer, who has been trying to smile at me, and another guy, who looked, actually, like he had a bullet proof vest, outside his clothes, with what appeared to be a badge on his sleeve, until he noticed that I looked at him, and into the backpack it went, sitting there in his HuHot uniform . . . pretending to be a cook, rather than a cop, who had an ear-piece in, and was promptly on the phone, as I took off, until he saw, that I was back . . . and magically as I sat in the Game room at Walmart, he and another guy came from McDonald's, right to where I had never been before!  I got up and left again!.  A sting op is going to go down, or some shit brain, like the fuckers sitting over on the stools, here at McDonald's, right now, the identifier, someone who barely knows me, but can identify me . . . the song on right now, by Grand Funk Railroad: "someone is sitting just outside the door, to take you away, spent too much time anticipating . . . "

Even for these Patriot Act, useful idiots, handling a bad ass con law chick, like myself, is a bit, like anticipating, tangling with a rattler, and twice as mean as one!  So, hell, yeah, sitting outside the door, spending too much time anticipating, is right on, by 100%, because they know that I am going to demand my rights, can prove who I am, and will definitely ask for a jury, to deliberate, and compare what these fucks have done to me, as compared to my alleged, wrong doing, which is . . . ?  I guess if you want to put a label on me, I am one of the dangerous, left-overs, from the rebirth of the constitutional reign, the rightful law, that is taking hits, like the god-damn, Salish-Kootenai Water Compact, that is blatantly UNCONSTITUTIONAL, shockingly unconstitutional, with Governor Bullock, signing it yesterday . . . a former, attorney general?  Totally fucked up, and one of the biggest opponents of Citizens United, with unlimited, dark money, pouring into the state, by the tons, all in favor of the tribal rights, that do not exist!  A water right is only something that is used for the use and benefit of the reservation, not all the fucking water rights, that the Montana Constitution says belongs to the state and the citizens, of which the Indians are also, fully granted citizens of this state!

Analogical Comparison . . . We, the United States Government, Not only Won the American Indian Wars, but the Mexican American War . . . Why are We So Pissed that the Hispanic People are Taking America Back without FIRING A SINGLE SHOT?  We Should Just Give it Back to Them . . . Time Immemorial Rights, Just Like the Indians!  Hey, and Why Not Give the Brits Back the Colony of America?  Dumb Shits!

Another thing Frank, the editor of the newspaper, said, was that diversity means, you all have to be the same!  This is the argument, the shit heads, doing this to me, are using . . . that if I am an attorney, all my dumb ass sisters, who were to lazy to go to law school, want something for nothing, and are members of the Hate JoAnn Club, or the CIA Make a Wish Foundation . . . all get to be attorneys!  Wow, that is so cool--NOT!  We are all created equal, under the law, entitled to justice, but, there are distinctive characteristics, based on merit, effort, education, ability, God-given gifts, distributed, no all in the same manner, but all are contributors . . . song: all they want is your money, all they is your money . . . that is the bottom line, all you got is money; I should be worth a fucking, living fortune, from cases, blogging and payment fro legislative analysis . . . all they want is my money!  But to get it, they have to be ME! Because, I am into the merit system of giving credit where credit is earned and deserved!  I actually think, if Shelley, Sue, Rachel, Tiffany, Marcie, Jared, my father, or others want to be a lawyer, they can go to law school, attend classes, and earn that degree, then take the bar exam!

Shelley, my older sister, brunette, hazel eyes, not blonde with blue eyes, sitting here at Kalispell, McDonald's, had a conversation with me, back in the day before, this all went down, while we were sitting at the Wagon Wheel Restaurant, and Shelley had created a mortgage company; however, she had to rely on me, to go to court for her, and there was a marked difference, when the clients, were with me, as I took charge, getting to the facts of their cases, just an hour before court, and then went in and was getting wins, that no other attorney in the nation, was getting.  Some even gave me hints, that Shelley was presenting herself to them as an attorney, just not a trial attorney or one who went into court, which is common, there are tons of attorneys, who are terrified to go into court, transactional attorneys, tax attorneys, appeals attorneys who are killer writers, but they are not trial attorneys . . . I just happen to be a one stop shop attorney who can do it all, trial, appeals, writing, arguing . . . etc.  

Fee splitting is against the rules of professional ethics and responsibility, so I told Shelley, that if I was going to continue to go into court, for her clients, doing a limited appearance, she was going to have to clear this with the courts, to make sure that all was cosher with the courts, and the bar, so as not to get us into trouble.  Shelley, tried to tell me that she could argue or be an attorney, under the paralegal rule, or the third year law student rule . . . I reminded her, that she was neither a paralegal, nor a 3rd year law student! She said, that she could go to Wyoming and practice law, or take the California bar exam . . . okay, so do it! But you are in Utah, and you must have attended an accredited law school, and have passed the bar exam, which I, yes, little homeless, member of the U.S. Supreme Court bar, and three other bar associations, with certificates of Good Standing from the Utah Supreme Court, had, until the day, I got sworn in back in D.C. after racing against the enemies, who had decided, Shelley, or Kay fucked better, or at least were nicer than I am, and didn't jilt the boys club, therefore, they were more qualified by the clubs, standard to be me, than I was or am!  This is so god-damned, laughable, that would be hilarious, if it were not TRUE!

I terrify, men, cops, judges, husbands, opposing counsel, and whomever . . . probably, because, I never, never, never, ever, expected to get something for nothing . . . I paid for every thought that comes into my head!  There is not short cut to success!  I am successful, at everything I do, but for interference, staging, manipulating, and doing all the shit they do to keep me down, because, they know damned well, that you, dear reader, do not believe that I could be this accomplished, successful, lettered, and be on the fucking streets!  And what about Edward Snowden, most of us, are DEAD, or would be, if they could get us!  Whistle blowers, truthloaders, those of us who do not have maggot brains . . . can see what is going on, and are fighting . . . my fucking story makes TOTAL SENSE!  If they take everything from me, houses, cars, trucks, cases, etc., I don't have it, or anything.  They stop me from jobs, apartments, lovers, etc.  What I am telling you, is the truth . . . if these bitches you are working with, are giving you grants, bribing you, and they drive, live in houses, have nice clothes, jewelry, they are not ME, they are not being chased, they do not spend sleepless nights in Seattle, Salt Lake, Kalispell, Missoula, Durango, etc.!  My life, my clothes, my teeth, my lack of money, and whatever, proves my point, my history, my life . . . attorneys who take on the government the way I did, are all dead . . . they are not prospering, living in great homes, wearing wonderful clothes!  Maggot brains!  THINK!

I Can't Believe the Sheriff Hasn't Got YOU!  Bus Driver!

Believe me, it is not for a lack of trying . . . I am just smarter than cops, sorry and that goes for the CIA, FBI, DIA, NSA, and whatever flavor of cops, local, state, federal.  Now that doesn't mean, that at some point, I will just get so sick of running, fighting, exposing, leaving places in the middle of the night, and get caught, just from being so bored, tired, and just totally, hating this shit every night, every town, every time I write, and defending who I am, and telling you the god-damn truth, while you are sitting there picking your nose, thinking all attorneys are RICH . . . the good ones are NOT!  I operate on principles, concepts, and constitutionally based truths, promises, and rights, not MONEY!  Money, is a necessary evil to me, but it sure as hell is not my motivator, my drive, nor my goal, never has been!  As for the large damages, I gave my clients, general guidelines, and they set their own damages, based, a lot on the Digital Millennium Act . . . for getting trashed on the Internet, over and over again . . . Thomas G. Vail, was on 9 search engines, 45 times a day . . . times that by $2500 to $25,000!  Hank or Henry S. Brock and Jay Rice, were on the Internet, as the "Fraud Poster Boys" of Utah . . . what I coined them as in the case, and that the nation picked up on!  Jay was on the Internet for 4 years and Hank, 8 years, times that out, by the amounts and you will see, that the government liability was astronomical!

How does the government get rid of a bright female attorney, with over $700 million worth of cases against everyone from the Department of Justice to Homeland Security, ICE, and clients, lined up and waiting? Take out the common denominator, the smart attorney, take her house, take her clothes, her vehicles, her law practice, her furniture, her plants, her art collections, and remnants of wealth and success! Believe me, they know how stupid people are . . . dress for success, fake it until you make it!  No, there is no short cut to success!  Successful attorneys, don't always make a shit load of money, there are motivators, drives, more lofty than money, and American greed!

Trade in Your Maggot Brains . . . Get Smart!  I Don't Do Stupid Well!  THINK!  It is not that HARD!  Logic Dictates!  What do YOU Know about Government Dissidents?  They are Targeted, Followed, Tracked, Jailed!  Think!  Logic!

LOL!  While I was trying to ditch those whom can access my blog, freely, without being me, and change, steal, kill, and change it, I accidentally, was taken to the graph that shows me the hit patterns, again, very manipulated, stolen, and whatever, they have done . . . and to the irony of the boob, bitches, the graph, was in the shape of blue tits!  Blue is my color for Mormons, Mo Muffins, plastic surgery queens, fake as you thinking that any one of them could ever, ever, ever, be me . . . everything from their boobs, to their teeth, to their nipped and tucked tummies, lol, all symbolic of the fact that they are not opposed to getting something for nothing, and the short cut way, the easy way, the fake way . . . I have 100 pounds to lose and I am working out at the gym every day, the old fashioned way, earning the body I get . . . do you think for one second that I couldn't go in and get my ass sucked, tits pumped, peck muscles tied up, porceline teeth, tummy tuck, for money?  That is the easy way, and I don't respect, it any more than a fake law degree, fake cases, fake blogs, fake anything . . . that is just not me, nor are fake kids, I have 4, and one is, Elliot Taylor Secrist, bass guitarist for Parallax, God's Revolver, Maraloka, and now, Ditch in the Delta!

RED HEADS RULE!