HOT PURSUIT . . . HOW APPROPRIATE--IT IS LAW ENFORCEMENT WEEK! GREAT TIMING ON MY BLOG ON ASSET FORFEITURE--GUESS MY BLOG IS FORFEITED, WITH THE ASSETS BEING DIVIDED IN A 20/80 SPLIT, FEDS GET 20% OF THE PROFITS, AND THE CRIMINALS, THE NSA COPS ARE GETTING 80%, THROUGH ILL GOTTEN GAINS, OTHER THAN LAW ENFORCEMENT IS HELPING SISCO STEAL IT . . . BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK BLOG IS THE SAME AS BAD CON LAW CHICK BLOG--BOTH MINE, SAME AUTHOR, SAME BIO, SAME PICTURE, AS FAR AS I CAN TELL! NOW EVEN BING, WITH 13,700,000 HITS PER ROUGHLY A MINUTE, IS SPLIT! THE THIEVES GET ABOUT 14 MILLION HITS TO MY 202,000! IF YOU TYPE BAD ASS, IT IS BAD CON LAW THAT COMES UP, BUT YOU WILL SEE BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK BLOG, NOT KNOWING THE DIFFERENCE . . . NOT BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK . . . THAT IS ON THE DASHBOARD, A SIDELINE TO THE THIEVES WITH ACCESS TO THE GUTS OF MY ALLEGED, ONE GOOGLE ACCOUNT, AND I GET THE ACCIDENTAL PEOPLE WHO KNOW THE WHOLE TITLE, ONLY PEOPLE I MEET, NOT CONNECTED TO THE VERSION TITLE THAT THE COPS GET! GO FIGURE! NSA--MORMON CYBER COPS? GIVING ACCESS . . . ON GOOGLE, IT USED TO BE--YOUR BLOG GETS 1 HIT/RESULT, AND THE FAKE BLOG GETS 8 . . . NOW IT IS YOU, THE "WRITER" GETS 2 AND WE 14 MILLION PER MINUTES, DIVIDED BY ALL THE PEOPLE INVOLVED IN FUCKING ME OVER! MYTH BUSTERS . . . WHAT I HATE ABOUT COPS, TOP 10 REASONS . . . FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS DRIVE POWER DRUNK, NOR DO THEY LET THEM FUCK THE COUNTRY! FRIENDS TELL YOU WHAT YOU NEED TO HEAR, NOT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR! THIS BLOG WAS JUST SCANNED . . . CAN SEE THE PAGE JUMP! JUST BECAUSE I WANT PEOPLE TO TRUST ME, DOES NOT MEAN MY BLOG MONEY IS UP FOR GRABS! THEY ARE STEALING, EASY VIRTUE! VOTE NO ON PATRIOT ACT, MAY 31 OR JUNE 1, 2014 . . . CONGRESS, NO BALANCE OF POWER FOR EXECUTIVE BRANCH WHERE COPS ARE LOCATED AND FUNDED!

Thought . . . Daily Inter Lake Newspaper, Friday, May 15, 2015

Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.  Emily Dickinson, American poet (born 1830, died this date in 1886)

Myth Busters

• my Intel, guy, God, tells me, the cop, in the Hospital Security car, tracking me yesterday, was a Whitefish Cop, not a Kalispell Cop . . . still connected to old Kalispell Police Chief, and current legislator, Frank Garner!  The guys had light brown hair, was about 35 to 40 years old, was wearing a gold or yellow golf shirt, white Levis or pants, gun, and I think he drives a red Jeep with a black top on it . . . or at least, off and on, for the last week or so, that two guys have been cruising around in the security car, that Jeep has been parked out by the Emergency entrance, where the security car is parked, and neither guy, was wearing a uniform . . . I know what the normal security guards look like, and what the uniforms look like and these guys were both in plain clothes each time I was them . . . one older, Frank, I would guess, and a younger guy.  The reason where the cop is from is a key piece of evidence, is that I think, that I am being framed for a crime that I didn't commit, and they are trying to make it look, like it is connected to the train, the Amtrak.  And the reason I say this is, after the first time I came to the Flathead, Glacier, I attended the October 2012, showing of Code of the West, dealing with the FBI raids on medical marijuana growers in the area, the legislative battle, and I told about asset forfeiture in Utah, who I got 8 cops fired in St. George, Utah, 9 federal agents in connection with Medicaid/Medicare fraud units, violating doctors' constitutional rights and their own regulatory rules . . . the next time I came to Whitefish, I pulled into the first gas station, on the right hand side, when entering town, at 3:00 a.m., after getting chased by 4 cops, out of the parking lot, or they were looking for me, and I took off, and went to Whitefish, and this white Yukon XL, I think, with the Great Northern railroad markers on it, pulled up in the parking lot of the gas station, right up to my passenger door, while I was in getting a Wall Street Journal checking on the election news.  Whomever was in the railroad car, had their brights on . . . guess the powers that be, were going to run me out of town, before I got on the cops asses up here!  LOL!  Now what the railroad SUV had to do with it, they also followed me that night, is beyond me, since I had never been on the train before, and wasn't until about a year or more later!  When I started this blog, and was up in East Glacier, returning keys to the lodge, that I had gotten, months earlier, when I was going to work up there, with a government assassin, who tried to push me off a bridge and over a walk way, and it appeared to me, that I might be up there with no Internet, car, or cell phone access, with a hit man, or one of theirs!  And clients called me back to Utah to take up new issues on old cases!  But, I think, yesterday, was a connection with that second experience with Whitefish . . . and, my double, was probably up there by then, claiming they were the one who appeared at the library meeting on the medical marijuana, with the ACLU . . . couldn't have that, since, the doubles had been me for years, and they had just got Utah under control, now I was up in Montana, being ME!  So sad, too bad for the doubles!  Credit where credit is due, good and bad . . . sorry if I made Kalispell PD look bad, when it was Whitefish!
• Have you noticed, that ever since, I wrote about flying to Girl's State, in the Governor of Utah's private jet, and telling 400 girls that the best way to prepare to be an attorney, is to learn to golf, since, 5 male interviewers from the Criminal Enforcement Division of the Utah Attorney Generals Offfice came to St. George, Utah, to interveiw me before the Washington County Attorney, Eric Ludlow, who is now a 5th District Judge . . . like I said, he will lie about it, because Mormons are trained to be good Mo's, not good Christians, but everyone up here knows that!  LOL!  But, all of the sudden, there are these ads on TV, for Goldsmith . . . We will do anything for golf commercials . . . because if they can't prove that Shelley, or Kay, Rachel, Sue, Tiff, Kelly, etc. are into golf, they give up the gold from the blog, plus, they can't say they are me, the one who was hired out of 150 attorneys, for the position of staff attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council and that would blow, about a billion dollars or more!  The only memory, I have of Shelley playing golf, was her hitting the ball into a pond, and taking her golf club, smashing it on a tree and storming off the golf course, the Oakridge Country Club, where my family were members . . . I was the girlfriend of the golf pro's son, Rick Mears . . . he took the time to go around 18 holes and teach me to golf!  I golfed with guys from junior high to law school and beyond!  Shelley can't golf, but with the kind of money, she makes off hacking my blog every day, about a million, or more, at a penny per hit, she could buy a golf shop or manufacturer!  In one of the ads, there is a dad, with a baby in the stomach pouch, golfing, they lose Elliot, my baby too, and can't explain, stealing, God's Revolver music either!  ANYTHING FOR GOLF!
• the Cinderella Evidence, remember the glass slipper, and the two step-sisters, who tried to cram their fucking huge ass feet into a tiny pair of Cinderella's glass slippers, and their toes popped out, then their feet had to be bent in half to fit into the shoes . . . that is the way it would be with Shelley, Sue and Rachel, all over 5'9 inches, and above!  Their feet are huge!  Now we have to dispel the myth of the other two sisters, and Kay, a non-sister, who was brought into be me, as the second child in the Richard and Helen Janeen Southwick family, just typed a "u" by accident, yes, when I was suppose to die, from the poisoning all the participants gave me, and I put on weight, thinking I was going to die, Kay Baby was brought in . . . I had given my dad a copy of Kay's poorly written screen play she had written during that time; he liked the story, and I think that is where they hooked up, and that was back when I was with Jerry and moved down to St. George, because my father was letting the lawn die at my home in Moon River, an Ence Development . . . had a dream, bought it, back in 1995 or 96, to save getting killed on taxes . . . EVIDENCE!  Now the three big ass sisters, and their fucking huge feet, can prove that my 7 1/2 size feet, can be distinguished from theirs, but, sisters, Marcie and Tiffany, might have smaller feet, and for sure Kay's feet, at 5'4", I believe has about a size 4 or 5 size shoe, so she is way smaller, as is her height, but she might be a golfer, Brett was . . . Marcie is a golfer, but she has probably benefited from the family theft, but would not participate, or have a desire to get too involved, other than money . . . Tiffany, however, who is 14 years younger than me, but could stand in, since, many people think I am 35 to 45 year old range, might be a stand in . . . both are about my height, but I think their feet are still larger than mine, maybe an 8, don't recall either one having feet as small as mine.  So, Marcie, Tiffany, both have thinner structured faces than I do!  Mine is probably right in the middle of the larger girls, Shelley, Sue and Rachel, and the more narrow faced gals, in the family, Marcie and Tiffany.  The smaller gals look more like my mother, finer features and the other at least two, Sue and Rachel, have a wider face, like my father . . . Shelley is a good mix of both parents!  Mirror, Mirror, Who's the Fairest of them all?  Of course, I am!  LOL!  Kay is a mutt . . . brown hair, brown eyes, and a pug nose!  The girl next door, nothing to brag about, unless your a cop!  LOL!  Making her more than she is . . . best thing about Kay, is everything I did!  LOL!

Top Ten Reasons I Hate Patriot Act Cops!

I will distinguish, pre-Patriot Act cops from post-Patriot Act cops, because I think there is a big difference between the two sets of cops, and I am sure that the old school cops, are frustrated, as they see the results of the Patriot Act bull shit, creep into the ranks and files of law enforcement across the country, where cops used to be respected, honored, trusted, and the friend of the citizens, they were sworn to serve and protect . . . not so now days!  I was very impressed with some of the national cop leaders who were on talk shows around the time of Freddie Grey's death in Baltimore, the latest, well not now, of a large string of unarmed black men, being gunned down for nothing, and it this case, ignoring policies and procedures . . . just too good to follow even their own leaders, who were and are most likely old school cops, who know how police work needs to be done!

Drug Interdiction Programs & Incentives, Too Away Personal Boundaries Between Cops and Citizens!

The one thing I am very grateful for, was my father's strong teaching on the fact that your rights stop at the end of your nose!  That goes for personal property rights, real property rights, and I would extend that to intellectual property rights . . . so what happened to dad?  What is his daughter's, resume, credentials, honors, stories, jobs, letters, manuals, cases, blogs, legislation, becomes communal property, to be shared and divided with all his other children, and some, not even his children, and too much of a good thing, brought in many friends and family, and whomever deals with me, is brought into the inner circle of the Southwick web of corruption, and shared, like I said in my title . . . just by way of example, let's say, that James Kennedy is an undercover cop, they use in a honey trap, knowing I loved the Kennedy's and there would be an automatic connection, just with the name, and he meets me, either planned or unplanned, and we hit it off . . . the family will contact him, and pay him, to say, that I am not me, and that one of the sisters, or friends is actually me, and that happens over and over again, just like A,B,C, and la familia or the mob, make all people an offer, they can't refuse and if they do, they are toast!  That is how they roll!

Once there was an incentive, to catch drug dealers, allegedly to take the profit motive out of crime, not to mention, taking it out of the criminal's hands, turned the cops into criminals, making it totally legal to take anything you wanted from anyone!  They know, that to get an attorney to fight, if you had any rights left to fight the seizure, it would cost more than a car was worth to pay the attorney, or take so much time, regardless of whether the car was used in committing a crime or not, and the cops know that the prosecutor, judge and likely the jury, will believe them more than someone accused of being a druggie, as my mother would put it!  I knew damned well, that even me taking the lawsuit against all the entities in Utah, who stole my house, and all in it, including my law practice and office, would take me more time, that it was worth! And I would have had to appear before the crooked judges, who were involved in the theft, anyway, so way not worth it, not to mention being pissed off for a few years, while fighting the lawsuit!  There was a common saying up at the Utah Attorney Generals Office, that law enforcement and criminals were just flip sides of the same coin!  

The drug lords were staking out territory, and fighting to keep their drug trade going, and dirty cops, or even some that thought they were just doing their job, got to the point that it was just a game, who could take what from who, with little to distinguish the criminals on the streets, from the criminals in the Attorney Generals Office, and in our drug task forces, who were preying on the drug dealers, cartels and kingpins, tryign to take the profit motive out of their hands, while putting it right into the hands of another set of money grubbers, allegedly in the name of good!  Hell, one of my clients, stopped working with the DEA, because they were bigger criminals and more ruthless than the drug dealers, or the alleged drug dealers.  Bottom line, learn personal boundaries . . . your rights, duties, actions, except under rare circumstances stop at the end of your nose, if you are following the Constitution and policies and proceedures!

Fraternal Order of the Police, Not A Cop Shield for Bad Behavior!

When someone or a cop in your organization, or in another cop organization is doing something wrong, don't fucking defend them!  I loved it when new, U.S. Attorney General, Lynch, when dealing with a Congressman, and possible indictment for corruption, simply said, when he was law biding, he was fine, but when he decided to cross the line and break the law, we are going after him!  I would think that you want to keep the name and reputations of law enforcement above reproach!  Don't all of the sudden, change policy or involvement to cover a poor action, with poor judgement, of other officers . . . it is not your job, your duty, or your obligation, to defend another cop and all costs, it cheapens cops in general!  We, as citizens can't trust you, if you are all over the place and supporting bad actors!  Come on, the Patriot Act, to me, did more to harm cops, than anything or any other law.  All of the sudden, giving them the right to take property, without charges or warrants, in asset forfeiture cases, makes your actions, nothing less than a theft, because there was no due process, no judicial action involved, and makes it look, like you just wanted what this person had, and you took it . . . and that is exactly what happened with my house, furniture, and all . . . and everyone seemed in on it, even my own mother, except the one who owned all the furniture, law practice, computer, files, briefs, books, etc.

After Washington County, just showed up and stripped my house, of everything, including my tooth brush, two days before, going to Denver to argue a $357 million case, against the state of Utah . . . people hearing about this bull shit, would ask me . . . can they do that?  No, but they did!  But, since, my fucked up butt fucking nephew, Isaac is a criminal like his mother, who is like her father, brought whatever . . . the cops, claimed they seized the house, first because, Isaac brought in drugs and a gun, then that changed and they had a picture of their badge, my HGC diet needles and stuff, and Isaac's gun, I guess to show, JoAnn S. Secrist, who killed our asset forfeiture laws, years earlier, was nothing more than a criminal and on drugs . . . after that didn't work, finding out that what the cops thought was heroin, or something, a drug, in my fridge, they said, that Shelley and Rachel had a $33,000 judgement against them . . . really, and their attorney sister, living in the house, didn't hear or know a damned thing about it, and was not a named defendant on this made up bull shit case . . . was the only one, who was hurt, by, what maybe, the Constable, and the two other goons she had with her, considered payment for Shelley and Rachel's crimes or judgement . . . again, crossing the line of demarcation between me and my sisters, this was not their property, and never should have been removed from a house, that Rachel gave me, because it was going into foreclosure, and I saved it through the law, won a federal district court case, and kept the house for another 18 months!  Until, a second, case was filed, and that fucking Judge John Walton, who used to be the attorney or work for the law firm that represented Well Fargo, one of the named defendants in my lawsuit against them, and won in federal court with a federal magistrate signing off on the case and the judgement of a million dollars on top of getting the house free . . . scream unfair, sisters, never thought I could pull it off, so, now that I won, they sided with the cops, the prosecutors and judges, I was going up against!  Jealousy, jealously, jealousy . . . even had attorneys, and judges, drive past the house and covet it . . . it looked like a murder scene, before, is what my own father said, until he too, was jealous of his daughter, recovered from the alleged brain disease, and headed straight to the United States Supreme Court, when told she would die, never work again, and there was no cure!  A miracle daddy, or government bull shit for saving the doctors, nationwide, I make my clients, national heroes!  And I pay for winning their cases!

Private Property Rights Still Exist!

I remember the Washington County Constable walking in my home, and looking at, this by all judgement, beautiful home, and standing in my foyer with 25' high ceilings, and saying, My whole house could fit in your foyer!  I responded, yes, and I decided to be an attorney, and you dicided to be a cop!  I am sure that she didn't like that . . . but, from that moment foreward, I think she, along with others, were fixing to take the house, from the traitors inside, sisters, both of whom I had helped, and their bratz for children, who were jealous also, and hated this aunt, for taking care of them, and also, succeeding!  My property was not to be taken for Shelley and Rachel's judgement that didn't exist, was a cover for taking the house and all in it, in the first place . . . Shelley said, I think they thought, I was you . . . really, and you didn't set them straight, or had you been for years, and this was the result of your actions, not mine, but I was the one who earned the money and I am paying for your bull shit, as you try to steal or have stolen my identity?  Really, and I guess this is just okay?  Oh, sure, just go ahead and pay for Shelley's bulls shit, on my dime, you fuckers!  Oh, I forgot, you made her ME, so my stuff is fair game?  Really? 

Good God . . . there is something we call personal body space, private rights, personal, real and intellectual property rights, and Shelley taking my identity in the first place if fucked up, and so wrong!  My resume, was not up for grabs, and the bitch that was a government rat, doesn't get to be me, changing a lawyer, not your average laywer by any stretch, and exchanging that for a criminal who ratted out her boss and ex-husband, or was selling Cabbage Patch doll shoes, gets to be me, the welfare mom . . . so you take everything I make, my life, and exchange if for shit?  Really?

CIA, Monarch Project Bull Shit!

Do some research on the Monacrh Project . . . I swear, the only explanation I have, other than jealousy, sibling rivalry, is that Shelley, and the cop gals, were used as subjects to be experimented on, and they are brain washed and really believe they are ME!  I have watched video tapes, of work that the CIA and Illuminati, who work hand in hand, conducting experiments on people, testing their use of hypnosis, sexual and physical abuse, brainwashing and fringe techniques to test it for use by the government. I just watched a Steven Seagal movie, in which good soldiers with stellar records in the military, were sent on a mission to rescue this scientist, who was conducting experiments like this, and when they got to the facility they were to find the doctor in, they, all of the sudden, took over the base, and were hypnotized to do the opposite of what the mission was suppose to be, and they turned enemies, and fucked up the mission, so Seagal and crew of men in prison, were to go rescue these guys, until, they realized that they were the targets, to be taken out by these soldiers who were compromised . . . I guess we are all assets to be forfeited to the government!

In fact, that CIA agents are called assets . . . not people!  I guess we are all expendible and we forfeit who we are, for the good of a corrupt government, who is into G.O.D., Gold, Oil, and Drugs . . . that is the CIA!  We are just cogs in a wheel, assets, and we can be forfeited at anytime.  My sisters are assets, Kay is an asset, their men are assets, and they look at the rest of us that way too, and we are all forfeitable . . . that is not the way the founding fathers intended this country to be, but one based on individual rights, private property, and the right to privacy . . . what is mine, is not fucking yours, and vis a versa!  Just one more thing I hate about cops, short cuts, easy booty, bounty, and bucks, that is what it is all about, not honor, integrity, nobility, nothing given, all earned, the capitalism this country was founded on . . . not it is the greatest amount of good for the greatest amount of people, so if my parents have 8 children, and one earns the degree, the honors, the resume, the cases, the money, the blog, etc., we divide that with the other 7, and because JoAnn doesn't believe that way, and she wants credit where credit it due, and demands to be herself and she is a hog, we need to get rid of JoAnn, so benefit the other 7!  FUCKED UP!  And UNAMERICAN!

Congress . . . Vote Against New Funding For the Patriot Act . . . Or You Are Funding This Bull Shit . . . Taking Property without Due Process of Law, Making Cops, Judge, Jury, and Executioner on the Streets, Sidestepping the Judical Process All Together . . . NO BALANCE OF POWER for the EXECUTIVE BRANCH!

May 31 or June 1, 2015 . . . VOTE NO!  DON'T RE-UP THE PATRIOT ACT . . . TROUBLE, LAZY COPS, MAKING THEM CRIMINALS FOR PROFIT!

GREAT BBQ STARTS WITH FIRE, SMOKE & BEER . . . LAW ENFORCEMENT ROUNDUP: "SOMEONE WITNESSED A SPORTS CAR TRY TO "RUN A SEMI-TANKER OFF THE ROAD!" THAT IS ABOUT AS UNLIKELY AND FUNNY, AS THE PATRIOT ACT, RUNNING OVER THE CONSTITUTION! LOL! AS CONGRESS DEBATES WHETHER TO RE-UP THE FUNDING FOR THE PATRIOT ACT OR EXTEND THE ACT, THEY SHOULD CONSIDER, THE SHORT CUTS, THE CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION OF CITIZENS, CIRCUMVENTION OF PROPERTY RIGHTS, PROTECTED BY DUE PROCESS & EQUAL PROTECTION, THROUGH PROVISIONS ASSET FORFEITURE STATUTES, GIVING COPS THE RIGHT TO STICK A GUN TO YOUR HEAD AND SAY, TURN OVER ALL YOUR MONEY, CAR, HOUSE, ETC., ALLEGEDLY FOR DRUGS, WHICH WOULD GET ANY OF, WE THE PEOPLE PUT IN PRISON FOR LIFE! YET IT IS LEGAL FOR COPS TO DO IT? I DON'T THINK SO! WHILE THE NEW LAW IN MONTANA IS AN IMPROVEMENT ON THE "HALL OF SHAME" PROVISIONS THAT HAVE BEEN IN EFFECT SINCE 1980, DRUG INTERDICTION PROGRAMS, THAT HAVE FAILED MISERABLY, MAKING THE STATEMENT THAT THEY EXIST TO "TAKE THE PROFIT OUT OF CRIME", SAID THE FBI, COUNTERED BY THE ACLU, IT IS "POLICING FOR PROFIT." I KILLED ASSET FORFEITURE LAWS IN UTAH, BACK IN 1997, WITH TWO SOLID PAGES OF CONSTITUTIONAL VIOLATIONS OF THE U.S. & UTAH CONSTITUTIONAL PROTECTIONS FOR PEOPLE! GEORGE SOROS, BILLIONAIRE, FUNDED FORFEITURE REFORMS THROUGH BALLOT INITIATIVES & REFERENDUMS, TO TAKE THE PROFIT INCENTIVE OUT OF THE EQUATION, AND 27 STATES ADOPTED THE LIMITATION ON COPS PROFITING FROM TAKING PROPERTY WITHOUT DUE PROCESS . . . SO, HOW IN THE FUCK DID WE GET BACK, IN 2015 TO ONLY 4 STATES PASSING REFORMS? DOWN FROM 27? THE MICE PLAY WHILE THEY POISONED ME, SO THEY COULD PUT THEIR HANDS BACK IN THE COOKIE JAR! SENDING IT UP TO THE FEDS, WHO SEND 80% BACK TO THE COPS, IS NO REFORM . . . UTAH CIRCUMVENTED THE REFORM LAWS BY DOING JUST THAT, ALL FORFEITURE PROCEEDS WERE TO GO TO THE STATEWIDE SCHOOL FUND, NOT ONE RED CENT ENDED UP THERE IN 154 CASES AS OF 2008! I HAVEN'T FOLLOWED IT SINCE THEN! I HAVE, HOWEVER, WRITTEN ABOUT IT!

Me & Frank Garner, Former Police Chief in Kalispell, Now Over Security at the Regional Medical Center

Frank, who is also a legislator, and whom I am sure had something to say, probably on the side of the cops, has been watching, following, trailing, and harassing me at the Hospital for at least as long as I have been in Kalispell or he has known that I have been here.  He is old school, and he would recognize my name, and probably is on the payroll of the fraud broads, and all about covering up who I am, and going to take me down, without anyone seeing me, putting me in a detention camp of some sort without, charges, a hearing, or a termination date!  That is your fucking Patriot Act for you . . . and Republicans are about it big time, Senator Hatch, McCain, President of the Senate, Mitch McConnell, all voted for the detention part of the Patriot Act, and it is still on the books, and I have been victimized by it, and the threat is there daily!  With that background, I noticed two people in the security vehicle at the Hospital lately, where, I go, off and on to write my blog, free adverting the great fresh food, at the Sunnyview Cafe, where at times I eat, both breakfast, lunch and sometimes dinner, somewhat regularly, and the public is invited to enjoy the amazing meals, at very reasonable prices . . . and if Frank and crew, up there would read my blog, they would know that, they might be smarter by Sunday, and have better marriages, too!  LOL!  Probably not going to happen, but what is their reasoning, for following me, as late as this morning in a very obvious manner . . . trying to intimidate me because I made reference about asset forfeiture?

Well in my normal fashion, I don't back down, I amp up, I am going to rip your fucking legislation to shreds you dumb ass!  This morning, I cut through the Hospital, because the bus was late, and so, the fuck what!  There is no law, that says I can't.  Generally, I walk along the streets around the Hospital, that have fucking signs all over them, that it is State Law to watch and allow pedestrians to cross the streets, so obviously, they are city, county and state owned and maintained roads!  Now the bus shelter, drops you off right in front of the Hospital, and the Salvation Army is fucking directly in back of the Hospital in an old, Mormon Church!  If that isn't telling?  And when there is rain, or inclement weather, I will cut through the Hospital, never bothering anything, so what is the problem, and the crime?  What have I done wrong?  So, this morning, they were training a new bus driver, and the bus took some extra roads, and I only had 15 minutes to get from the road out in front of the Hospital to the Salvation Army for breakfast, because working out, doing double shots at the Kalispell Atheletic Club, I am ready to eat the bus, rather than ride it, by the time lunch comes!  I guess Frank and crew, who have been trolling for me, since I got back in town . . . now how come they don't think I am not the JoAnn S. Secrist. J.D., who kicked the shit out of cops back in 1997 . . . because they know I am the real one!  Or they would leave me alone . . . shelter logic?

Game of Cat & Mouse

So, I walk through the Hospital, because I am not going to take a fucking one hour bus ride to get breakfast and miss it by 15 minutes!  I notice, this new dude, or maybe it is Frank, I haven't seen him, that I know of since he MCed a panel discussion after Sandy Hook, where 21 kids and teachers were gunned down, and that was the first exposure, and he was pissed that I asked the cops some questions, 3 of 4 of them couldn't answer, and it was game on since then, and that was at least two years ago, so, off and an.  But, I saw some guy, with a firearm, which is way over powered for a security guard, and he wasn't wearing the uniform the security guards wear, so, he is something else, undercover, or whatever.  I ate breakfast, and right as I was getting done, and ready to go out the front door, and I am not sure he saw me, I saw him, cruising passed the old church, that houses the Salvation Army.  I ducked back inside . . . I need to give you a side bar on my morning, before I came for breakfast which I don't generally do . . . as I got out of bed to make it, I noticed, that the cover I had on the bed had rolled up, by itself, like a sleeping bag or something, that seemed almost impossible to roll that way . . . now anyone who has been to jail, as I have, due to this type of shit, has heard the words, Roll UP, Secrist, coming from Central at the Jail, that is what it reminded me of.  Then when I went to pull back the curtains, they split in two parts, which had never happened, so I thought, this might be a sign from Intel, God, I don't want to split, so I noted it, but ignored it, for the moment, but was on guard . . . the benches, in the women's locker room were also, split, shit.  Then the song I wrote about yesterday, in the Cinderella Evidence Blog, I Want to Rest In Your World, was on the video, followed by a commercial, on Twinning!

Okay, so this is beyond coincidence, and there is something going down, pretty brutal blog after the guy told me he saw me on the news, the night before and I went ape shit on my blog, against the fucking cops who not only are in on this fraud, but are always going after me, rather than the bitches, cop bitches, who support them cop addictions to things like asset forfeiture, power, pussy, perks, and polygamy, or a cop world through the fucking Patriot Act!  Yesterday, sad to say, someone turned MSNBC to Fox Opinion, and I happened to see the program called, Outnumbered!  There were four alleged, Fox chicks, and one male attorney, imitating the view, with 4 chattering females, but there is two much symbolism, with Rupert Murdoch, Fox, the Wall Street Journal, both owned by him, the reports after the 3rd presidential debate, back in 2012, and after watching it, not only as a high school debater, and attorney, with a more than educated and opinionated view of who kicked who's ass, the WSJ reported, as did Fox, that Romney won the debate he admitted on about 6 things that he would do nothing different than President Obama, who royally did some major ass kicking, and it was reported Mitt won!  What?  So, that show, just led me right to Mitt, Mormons, polygamy, and the social engineering, that starts to get the people to see, this 1 man, 4 women, ratio as normal, and with all the Muslims and all, polygamy is okay . . . and so are HONOR KILLINGS!  That is where my father comes in . . . 

Back to the chase this morning . . . I back up and go to the kitchen to tell the ladies, that the security guards are right outside waiting for me, they tell me to ditch out the back door and go around the Church, and hit the streets, when I really wanted to go to the bus shelter, and go work out . . . I have belonged to at least 3 fucking gyms, the Summit is one, but they started pulling shit like this three days after I started, and what would happen to all the doubles if JoAnn got back to her 140 lbs. and people recognized her, as she was back in the day!  God forbid, Rachel, Tiffany, Shelley, Sue, Kay . . . couldn't be her, she would look like they remember her, and the Won't be Fooled Again!  So, as I came around the front of the Church, looking at walking down, Bountiful, which is totally symbolic, where I grew up, and the name of the high school, and town, but I look down the street, and low and behold, there is the security guard, hiding, near a Lutheran Pre-School, so on church property, no jurisidiction ass hole, trespassing way more than I am!  But, I see him and go back into the Church, for sanctuary from the whatever flavor of cops!  I went back out the back door, and sat on the steps, reading my Skeptic and Free Thinker Magazines!  Had a great lunch, as usual, took a ride with Sam, knowing, that the fuckers would be waiting as they have been the last few days, right near the bus shelter, at the front corner of the Hospital . . . guess Frank and the boys, think I should fly over the Hospital to get behind it!  LOL!  Fuck'em!

Oh, after getting to the library, and just upstairs, another piece of intel from God, a truck drove by that said, Glacier Twins . . . the twinning means, they start the dropping the poison, that is not the real JoAnn, she can't be an attorney, and be eating at the Salvation Army!  That chick, that is working out at the athletic club, is not an attorney, she doesn't even have a change of clothes . . . evidence, evidence, evidence . . . most people who challenge the government, are either dead, in detention camps, or shut the hell up to stay alive, after having their lives fucked with like THIS!

Thank Your Keystone Cops at the Hospital for this Scathing Critic of the New Law, on Asset Forfeiture!  From the PRO!

If you, brainiacs, want to follow me along, as I go through an article, that was written in the Daily Inter Lake, the local newspaper, here in the Flathead Valley, go online, and search for the article entitled, New law will limit property seizures!  Helena AP, or the Associated Press, did a bang up job on writing this article, and I don't even need to come up with the arguments against this shit, that started the 20 year war with the cops, that they are going to lose, whether I live or DIE, you god-damn motherfuckers, who have profitted, not only from this, but from my son's music, and my cases, blogs and writings!  Go to fucking hell, these are not even my words!  YAHOO!  I wish that I could write the whole article, it is that good, but I will just bullet and pick out some of the hightlights!  LOL!  Gotta love it!

• state officials are cracking down on police seizures of personal belonging . . . good so far!
• a new statute will prohibit law enforcement from claiming any personal property before the owner is convicted of a crime . . . still good!
• right now, if there is probable cause, to believe that property was used in a crime or illegally obtained, cops can take a persons property, without a warrant or formal charges!  I had a million dollar home, all furniture, law practice, plants, grand piano, art collection, etc., taken . . . now what was my crime?  And how was it illegally obtained?  The cops, brought in Shelley, and her loser kids, Isaac, who brought a gun and allegedly marijuana, that was never found . . . she was home 24/7 in control of the house, while I was in 5 fucking states working on cases, taking care of her and her lazy ass kids, and even a grand kid!  No Isaac was a plant, Shelley was working for the cops, she was to take over being ME!  STILL TRYING!  She was working with Judge John Walton, Judge Micheal G. Westfall, Attorney General, Mark Shurtleff, Governor, Gary Herbert, U.S. Judge, Tena Campbell, and the Washington County Sheriff's Department, Constable, Jean Dickson, and her hench men, just doing what the boys up north told them to do! Reed Richards was over the Sheriffs Association and he was in on it too!  He was Chief Deputy Attorney General, next in line for Attorney General, but for my killing asset forfeiture!
• in 42 states, including Montana, law enforcement gets to keep some or all of the money that is sezed and forfeited . . . bull shit!  Lee McGrath, legislative counsel at the Institute for Justice, said, That gives them a direct financial incentive to pursue certain types of crimes . . . officers in most states take advantage of asset forfeiture laws by disproportionately chasing crimes such as driving under the influence and drug trafficking that carry the punishment of relinquishing property to the police.  Lucrative cases often involve no warrants or charges!  THIS MAKES THE COPS ON THE TAKE . . . NEVER IN HITS THE COURTS!
• activists said the law which goes into effect, July 1, will protect due process and the property of innocent people.  The cops see everyone, like me, as guilty!  $$$$$$$$$$!  I don't smoke, do drugs, drink, or anything like that!  They have seized, two houses, a cabin, and 5 vehicles, plus everything in them, and my law practice, including $700 million worth of cases and waiting, all against the government . . . this had nothing to do with drugs, and everything to do with stopping me, and paying me back for 17 years earlier, when I killed asset forfeiture laws in UTAH!
• the new law requires, Montana officers to store potentially seizable property until the suspected criminal is found guilty . . . so it is not, innocent, until proven guilty . . . the legislature does restore the presumption of innocence, and shifts the burden of proof back to the state . . . but, they have your assets!  I know a couple, who contacted me to represent them in Utah, who were charged with doing something wrong on their taxes . . . they knew about it, and were making their accountant, who had done something wrong, fix it, but in the mean time, the state, froze all their bank accounts, and put their cabins, lodges and everything in receivership, and made them look like criminals!  They didn't even have access to their banks to pay for the attorney they wanted, it was Max Wheeler, but they wanted me on the case, and also to file a civil rights case against them.  They, having no access to their assets, cut a deal with the prosecutors or the attorney generals in charge of the case, and each of them separately had to spend some time in jail, and I believe the husband got so sick from the stress, that he either died or came damn near close to it, while in jail!  These novel cabins, were built by out of staters--non-members, Mormons, and they brought their own crews in, and their own wood . . . I think the locals wanted something done against this couple, rich, and out of staters, from Oklahoma and Tennessee, or somewhere like that, the cabins and lots were gorgeous . . . they were 5 miles outside of Duchesne or Roosevelt, Utah!. . . I was too busy to take the case, but I listened to them, visited them and tried to help as much as I could!  This is asset forfeiture + Patriot Act, bull shit!  WE THE PEOPLE, are not to be denied, life, liberty, or PROPERTY without due process of law, or compensation in a government taking . . . now, under the 5th amendment, how does seizure before proven guilty, not qualify of a government taking? UNCONSCIONABLE!
• the new statute will not, however, stop police from submitting assets to the federal government and recieving up to 80% of the profit!  BAD, BAD, BAD!
• Montana law enforcement agencies turned over $3.6 million in assets to the federal government last year, according information provided by the U.S. Department of Justice.  The department said in a January report that its asset forfeiture program intends to reduce crime by "depriving drug traffickers, racketeers, and other criminal syndicates of their ill-gotten proceeds and instrumentalities of their trade."  And what do we do with the cop crime syndicates, like I have been dealing with for 15 years?  Who is poliicing the police . . . it used to be ME . . . and look at the price!
• of course the cops and prosecutors didn't like this, putting the burden of proof, back on the state, like it was intended to be all the way along, until the fucking Patriot Act!  The cops and prosecutors might actually have to stop taking short cuts, stop cheating, prove their cases, and work a bit harder . . . these asset forfeiture laws were all in favor of the cops, and gave them a cash cow, like none other, and it is still alive and well, the feds just worked out a way for them to take a cut of it, they get to keep 20% of all asset forfeitures around the country!  ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME!  Montana is a small state, and they collected $3.6 million, can you imagine what they are collecting out of Florida, California, Nevada, New York?  Really, why don't we pay off the national debt?

Thanks Frank, for Getting Me Pissed off Enough to Kick Your, Cops, Asses a Second Time on Asset Forfeiture!

Take Away 100% of the Incentives . . . The Only Drug Interdiction Program That EVER Worked, Was Nancy Reagan's . . . JUST SAY "NO" TO DRUGS!

FUCK YOU DICKS AT THE HOSPITAL!

CINDERELLA EVIDENCE . . . PRINCE CHARMING OR THE MONTANA CAD . . . YEAH, WE ARE TALKING SHADES OF GREY TODAY, LIKE I PROMISED YESTERDAY, THE GALS, LIKE THIS STUFF AND I AM IN THE MOOD. NOW, I MAY NEVER SEE MR. JAMES KENNEDY AGAIN, AND HE MAY BE NOTHING MORE THAN A DISTANT MEMORY, BUT A HOT MEMORY, SEARING MY BRAIN WITH EMOTIONS, AND HE IS A FAVORITE SUBJECT, AND A CURIOUSITY FOR THE FEMALE SEX . . . A LADY SLAYER! LOL! HOLD ONTO YOUR PANTIES GIRLS, SEXY STUFF, WITHOUT SEX ITSELF, LIKE I SAID, SMART SEX I WHAT I AM PRACTICING WITH HIM . . . SANTANA, THE GAME OF LOVE, TWICE ON JAMES' CD, HE SHARED WITH ME IN BUTTE. TWO SEXY FUN, NEW TO ME, SONGS, I HEARD YESTERDAY MORMING & THIS MORNING . . . SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME--THIS WOMAN IS MY DESTINY . . . I WANT TO LIVE IN YOUR WORLD--I AM NOTHING WITHOUT LOVE! CHECK THEM OUT; WE ALL DEEP IN OUR HEARTS WANT TO BE LOVED LIKE THIS! READ SOMEONE A BEDTIME STORY TONIGHT . . . LITERALLY, THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WILL PAY FOR THIS SERVICE, OR THAT WAS ON THE NEWS A FEW YEARS AGO . . . SIMULATE THE MIND & THE BODY OF YOUR LOVER! GOOD LUCK AND GOOD NIGHT!

The Cinderella Evidence Lesson

The other day, while riding on the bus, Sam, who is always chiding me about another bus driver, that I like, but who has a girlfriend, and he reminded me of this yesterday, and I told him, I could look, but not touch.  It is also, not as fun to ride the bus with the substitute, because the regular is taking a week off to plant his garden, I understand . . . gotta dig that, love gardens, so even one more reason to like him, but?  So, Sam, out of the blue tells me that he ordered the apparent sensational book, 50 Shades of Grey, that took the sensual world by storm, and mesmerized, especially women, who read the sexy book.  I haven't read it yet, but told Sam, that he ought not to get the DVD, but get the book and read it to his wife.  From personal experience, I can attest to the GQ Magazine article, I read, that says if men want to attract smart women, they should read to them.  My third husband, not only stimulated my mind by reading to me, but stimulated my body simultaneously, working up to the climax of the book, if you get my jest!  LOL!  

I said, I know that men, are stimulated more by visual pictures of naked women, but, women are not the same, and as I have said before, the brain is the largest sex organ; therefore, women, being more complex sexually than men, and tend to be more specific in their passions, have a target, or an object of their affection, much more than men, who generally dream of women, without heads, and just as a body, when they have a sexual dream . . . not so with women, so men, as you read to your lover, she will more than likely picture your face, your hands, your mouth, your chest, your loins, your back, legs, and other members of your body, rather than picturing the man in the story.  So, it is to your advantage, not to show her the hottie in the movies, who may be younger than most of you, or have a better body, or whatever, since men are starting to suffer from what women have all along, that other person, younger, better body, sexier model, etc.  

Sidebar: I heard the other day, that, Abercrombie & Fitch, the clothing store, will not longer have their young, bare chested, six packed, cutie boys . . . it is making men feel to subconscious to go in the stores!  LOL! Yeah, like women don't get bombarded with the air brushed, computer alter babes in 20 dime store magazines, every time they walk through the check out line at the grocery store!  Turn about is fair play!  LOL!

Sam's Perplexed Look . . . Really?  Yeah, Really!

Male sexual fantasies or wet dreams, tend to be random, and the women, generally don't tend to have a face, name, or anything other than a female body to identify them!  That is pretty sick if you don't ask me, but I am sure most men would not want to ask me, about stuff like this.  Why don't you just go stick your dick in a hole in the fence!  LOL!  I can't recall a dream, that there was not some specific name, face, or guy attached to it, and that goes for reading a book, or listening to a song . . . there is some memory, or a current lover, or something that connects me to the song.  For instance, the song, Shut Up & Dance With Me, of course, those of you who have been reading my blog, remember the description of James, standing talking to me, and some cowboy song came on, and him, breaking into spontaneous dance, right in front of me, forever, attaching him to dancing!  So when this song came on, who do you think I thought of, in fact, in my blog, I even said, that I needed to go dancing with this boy!  So, maybe, men are missing out on something by not reading a book with their lover, wife, girlfriend, or at least associate!  You might find, that stimulates you too, to think of your partner in the terms the book is talking about.  At least something new.  I could tell that Sam, was having some regrets that he didn't know this before he ordered the DVD for his wife and him to watch together.  Who in the hell wants to watch someone else having sex?  I would rather do it myself!

As I watched the video, I Want to Live in Your World, with the young male vocalist, and the cute young girl of his dreams, I didn't think of them, while the song was going on, but of my love interests, what good would it do for me to think of him?  And of course, the starring female role was mine!  In fact, when I saw the previews of the movie, 50 Shades of Grey, and saw the actor and actress, they didn't seem to have the chemistry, the connection, and I wondered about the experience.  I will without total judgement, until I borrow Sam's video!  But, I had this old Marine, English Professor, and I remember being really offended that he said, that none of us, could appreciate or understand Shakespeare, which I loved, and dreamed in Middle English, while taking his class, until we reached the ripe old age of 40!  LOL!  At the time, I must have been about 29 years old, and highly rejected his proposition, that I could not understand Shakespeare! Didn't I get an A in his class, and didn't he say, after reading some of our papers, that he wished that he could have written them?  But, that still, side stepped the point he was trying to make, which, at 60, I am starting to understand . . . some things in life, come with age, with experience . . . I believe, that it has taken me to now, to even understand how to treat a man, love a man, give him the space and time he needs, and love him for him, not for something, that he gives me . . . while sex was good, and I always loved it, wanted more than I got, generally, I don't think, I understood love, as being so much a part of sex.  Maybe I have had some sexual healing, and it is putting those two together for me . . . it used to be just a sport fuck at one point in my life, knowing that was not right, I searched for more, and think I am just scratching the surface of understanding the paradigms of love and sex and how they relate.

Sorry, I am probably much to analytical and have a trained critical mind, to sit back and enjoy a movie like that, but the book, might, and that is a big might, do something for me.  When my husband used to read to me, every night in bed, playing with my hair, one arm holding the book, and the other free hand, assuring me he loved me, touching, caressing, exploring, to the point, at times I couldn't concentrate on the book!  Each man I have been with, and hopefully most of you are not as damaged as I was, and can't disassociate as easily, separating the body, mind and soul, like I could, but each new man, seems to take off or start, where the other one ended or I ended with them.  The scary thing is, that you just meet some guy, and they can take you deeper than the last partner, without really knowing them that well, leaving you more vulnerable, or immediately liking, loving, caring, more deeply than you had the previous partner, husband, boyfriend, or lover . . . God knew this project was going to take some time!  Who would have thought, that it would take me this long to meet, whatever, don't know if that is Mr. Right, Prince Charming, I tend to be much more realistic than that, but there does seem to be good, better, best, and I am getting closer, at least I hope, or a life time in vain!  LOL!  Not really, so much satisfaction in other areas, that at times, this has just been a sideline pursuit, if a pursuit at all!

I Keep Forgetting About the Evidence Part of the Cinderella Story

If you will recall either from the Fairy Tale or the movie of Cinderella, her mother dies when she is young, and she raised by her father, who later in life, marries, the wicked step-mother with the two hideous daughters.  Dad dies, or is killed, or disappears, I can't remember, but he is somehow out of the picture, and the step-mother becomes a demanding and cruel parent, and the two step-sisters, are equally as abusive. Prince Charming, is of age, and is looking for a wife, and sends a proclamation though out the land, that he is going to hold a ball, and invite all the lovely ladies of the land, and select one of them for his wife.  I think, that Cinderella, working away, slaving to clean the house, keep the castle in order, accidentally gets the invitation via delivery of one of the little sparrows whom she has befriended.  The step-mother makes sure that the two step-sisters know of the Prince's plans to wed, and is bound and determined to keep the news from Cinderella, who is by far the most beautiful of the three, and make sure she doesn't get to the ball, while the sisters ready their dresses and apparel for the event.

With the help of the animals, mice, birds, and what not, Cinderella makes a dress herself, reminds me of sewing my own prom dresses, and finishing some of them, while my date was upstairs waiting for me!  LOL! But either the step-sisters or the step-mother, see Cinderella, dressed and waiting to go to the ball, and they notice she is wearing a set of pearls, that I believe her dead mother had left her, and the step-sisters say that they belong to them, just as everything in Cinderella's house and the house of her mother and father, had become, property of the wicked three, and they tare them from her neck, and some how destroy her homemade dress also.  She is dejected and crying in the garden, when her Fairy Godmother comes to the rescue and gives her a dress and some glass slippers to wear, but reminds her, that if she is not home by the stroke of midnight, her coach, a pumpkin, will turn back into a pumpkin and her dress, glass slippers and the whole outfit will go back to the rags that she was wearing at the time the Godmother found her.  And as we all know, the Prince gets one look at the beautiful Cinderella, and his heart is stolen, and no other girls in the kingdom will do.  But, as she runs to make the midnight deadline, she leaves one of her glass slippers behind.  That is the one piece of evidence that connects the mystery girl to the Prince, he must find the girl who wore those glass slippers!

We All Know, A Size 9, 10, or 11 Foot, Will Not Fit Into a Size 7 1/2 Slipper!

So the squires of the Prince, go house to house, to find the true mystery woman, who has caught the heart of the Prince.  They come to Cinderella's house, for truly she was the rightful heiress of her father and mother's fortune, and all in the house, belonged to her, not the wicked steps . . . but, Cinderella is locked in the attic, to hide her from the squires view, with the step-mother, trying desperately to make one of the other girls, pass as the mystery woman, that Prince Charming as lost his heart too . . . and you see where I am going with this, too bad, that this type of verification is not used by the cops, FBI, or CIA, or agencies, that are, hopefully, looking into my story!

Read Your Lover a Bedtime Story . . . See What Happens!

 

BRAIN TO BRAIN--INCIDIOUS--SOMEONE'S TRYING TO KILL HER, CEDARPOINT--I SAW YOU LAST NIGHT ON THE NEWS, REALLY? THAT'S FUNNY, BECAUSE I WAS NOT ON THE NEWS LAST NIGHT! . . . HOT ROD RED . . . WE'RE ROCKIN' YOU . . . WORLD! THANKS! I THINK I KNOW WHAT INTERNET NEUTRALITY MEANS--THEY, THE FCC, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, OR THE NSA, NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, CUT YOUR BLOG UP INTO 20 PIECES, TO NEUTRALIZE YOUR POWER & IMPACT, ON THE INTERENT, SO YOU ARE NO FASTER OR MORE POWERFUL, READ, THAN THE AVERAGE BLOGGER! LOL! HALF A MILLION HITS, 26 SECONDS, ON THE IMITATION BLOG SPOT, BAD CON LAW CHICK BLOG, THEN BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK BLOG, ANOTHER 330,000 PER 26 SECONDS, TIMES 20 DIVISIONS . . . THAT'S ABOUT RIGHT! LOL! ADD ALL SEARCH ENGINES TOGETHER, GOOGLE, BING, YAHOO, ETC. . . . CLOSER TO THE REAL NUMBERS! NOTHIN' BUT LOVIN' . . . LOVE IS ALIVE AND WELL IN MONTANA, KALISPELL AT LEAST . . . COUPLE IN THE POOL, KISS AS THE POOL AREA SEPARATES INTO MEN & WOMEN DRESSING ROOMS, COUPLE LAUGHING AND PLAYING HAND BALL, OLDER COUPLE--MATCHING RED JACKETS, HOLDING HANDS, ANOTHER COUPLE TOO . . . YOUNGER SET ALSO, SPRING AND LOVE MUST BE IN THE FRESH MOUNTAIN AIR UP HERE! LOVE IT! NOT ABOUT BIG FUCKIN' FAKE BOOBS, IT IS ABOUT LOVING SOULS, ENJOYING EACH OTHER'S COMPANY, DIGGING HANGIN' OUT WITH EACH OTHER! GO NATURAL! LOL! STEPFORD WIVES ARE OUT, GUN TOTIN' MAMA'S ARE IN . . . BEST FRIEND AND LOVER! FINALLY SEEING MARRIAGES, THAT WORK! THANKS MONTANA! LOVE AFFAIR CONTINUES . . . AS LONG AS I CAN STAY ALIVE! LOL!

Evidence, Evidence, Evidence . . . Get This Right, Could Mean the Difference Between Life & Death--MINE!

I just left, the Salvation Army where I really had lunch and do most days, that I don't have money, which is generally, all the time!  LOL!  If I tell you that the powers that be in Utah, stole my house, my truck, blew up my car with a pipe bomb, and they stole my multi-million dollar cases in Utah and Nevada, clients having lunch with the CIA, I am not joking, and why would you think I should have money?  I have been chased, since the day I was sworn into the United States Supreme Court Bar, January 23, 2012, the year Mitt Romney was running for president, against incumbent, President Obama, and all that stood between Mormon Utah, and $357 million, that could go to Mitt's campaign, was one female attorney, who had just come back from the tomb, after being told she was dying of Pick's Disease, and terminal brain disease!  My house was taken, by the Washington County Sheriff's Office, and the Constable, who is under the Sheriff's Office, on Saturday, May 6th, because I went to the 5th Judicial District, to talk to Dennis, the head clerk of the courts, at the time, telling him I needed to get an injunction stopping them, the cops from taking my house, no judges on board, Friday . . . and yes, I can see from the court docket that this case is nowhere close to being finished, and they should not have seized your house.  Now, how fucking hard is it, to put two and two together, I have a $357 million lawsuit, against the state of Utah, the Governor, Attorney General, Department of Commerce, Division of Securities, and about 8 other attorneys and investigators, and May 9, 2011, it is going before the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals in Denver, Colorado?

In case you can't figure out the timeline for this, they were trying to stop me from going to Denver to argue the case!  They cleared out my whole house, took everything, not a crumb for a mouse could be found, including my whole fucking law practice, the briefs for the case, my computer, as proof of the case and the briefs, filed, my clothes, furniture, plants, piano, art collection, even my fucking tooth brush disappeared!  Is it really that hard for you fuckers to figure this connection out?  Really?  It has been three years since, I have been tripping around up in Montana, and, almost 4 since they tried to stop the case from going forward, by taking everything I owned!  Now, why on God's green earth, do you dumb asses, wonder why I am eating at the Salvation Army and Feeding the Flathead?  Why do you think I disappear for weeks, then months on end, tell you I have been poisoned, that James Kennedy was shot, that 4 men I have like have been murdered and there a 26 other people dead in connection to my cases . . . just because I want to entertain you?  This is the fucking, god-damned TRUTH!  This is simply amazing!

I Saw You On TV LAST Night, Doing What You Do!

Just before leaving, the Salvation Army, where I eat, Chinese food, a salad, peaches, and a cupcake, validate this you stupid shits, stop thinking I am the damned impostor . . . this guy, came up to me, and said, I saw you on TV, last night.  I mean I have seen you up here, several times, but I have never seen you do what you do, I would assume he was referring to being an attorney, most of the people up here, know that I am an attorney, whether they believe it or not, most people think that I should be rich . . . really, do you think I have been taking on the American Boy Scouts & Girl Scouts?  Good God, you take on the state of Utah, you are taking on a worldwide Church with 70% representation, of the FBI and CIA, not to mention, taking on the cyber spies, all 30,000 in Utah, plus a presidential candidate, who was thinking about running as late as two fucking months ago, until I wrote on my blog, that I didn't have a short memory, and did Mitt think I had forgotten the $118 million, in contingency fees, that he had his goons, including my whole fucking family, cops, prosecutors, judges, missionaries, members, etc., who are very much like Muslims, and would willingly, strap and imaginary bomb to themselves to get those 10 virgins, promised in the Doctrine & Covenant . . . Allah give Muslims a better deal, they get 70 . . . but you are dealing with the same fucking mentality, and you don't think they are trying to kill me, trashing them daily?

And, might I say, that, whoever it was, who was on TV was not ME!  Check the roster at the Kalispell Athletic Club, had dinner, at the Bethlehem Lutheran Church, last night, my friend Gary gave me a ride to the bottom of Whitefish Stage, where I walked up to the health club, and worked out from 8:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m., now where I fit in an interview on the news is just a mystery to me!  And that just was not fucking me!  Now local cops, FBI, and CIA, all have access to subpoena those news tapes and see, who in the fucking hell is presenting themselves as me, you might even be able to take down the fucking mafia, make a name for yourselves, for God sake!  And if all else fails, and you doubt who I am, why don't you DNA my four children, and see, just who's the mother of these four, incredible kids?  Wow, science, the fail proof method and you have spent three fucking years chasing me, as the criminal, that whoever was on the news last night, not sure where, IS!  A pretty cover, does not a good book make!  I have written about 500 fucking blogs, "they" have split, cut, limited, buried, shut down, changed the names, put my own blog on my dashboard, so they can claim the first blogger . . . and you guys can't catch this, fuck, get rid of the fucking NSA, they are all Mormons, doing Mormon bidding . . . do American tax payers, want to pay for Mormon shit?  Really . . . and as for the case, the $357 million . . . you paid for that too, it came from a nationwide insurance fund, that you, other states, paid, 94% of, and the other mere 6% came from Utah coffers, yet, you tax payer dollars, went to funding Mitt's campaign, at least my 1/3rd!  

Are you pissed off yet?  Why, am I, a constitutional law attorney, trying to teach, educate, and train, Americans in our legal system and the law, the only one doing anything, and you just can't see what is going on?  Do you know, that last week, when I did an outline of the due process rights, the 6 officers charged in the Baltimore death of Freddie Grey, and hit 30,000,000 hits for almost every minute, the Mormon NSA, dinged my blog and cut it back to 220,000 . . . yesterday, it was almost up to about 3 million per minute, going up again, and today it was cut to the base level, 220,000!  This is not a joke, I am not joking, and I am not lying about being poisoned, being chased from coast to coast, north to south, and you have my double on the news . . . it is your, cops, FBI, CIA, job to fucking catch these fuckers!  Identity theft is a CRIME you dumb asses!  Boob size does not immunize Rachel from being prosecuted, nor Shelley, Kay, Sue, Tiffany . . . they stole my fucking cases, my money from my blogs, with help, of course from most likely your lame ass buddies, who are fucking the bitches!  The are Bush Boys and Girls, hated me since, killing asset forfeiture, which, thank God the Montana Legislature, just passed a bill, that curtails, the incentives for cops, but they still don't protect, property rights, and letting the cops eventually keep it, whether going through the feds, sending it back to the state cops, is no better . . . there needs to be NO FUCKING INCENTIVES . . . I never needed them to do my job as an assistant attorney general, and we were getting paid, SHIT!

DO YOUR GOD DAMNED JOBS!  ARREST THESE CRIMINALS!

People wonder why I don't just sue the shit out of my family, the Mormon Church the cops, prosecutors, judges, FBI, CIA, NSA . . . oh, I guess I am just going to march into federal court, where the fucking judges, helped steal my multi-million dollar cases in the first place . . . they are still all god damned Mormons with the power on their side.  These crimes are CRIMES . . . does that register with cops, prosecutors, and judges . . . that is YOUR JURISDICTION . . . you do RICO actions, and handle crimes, this is not a civil issue, these are crimes, evidence of racketeering, money laundering, murder, patterns of criminal behavior, etc., you know, MOB SHIT!  Do you want me to teach you to do your fucking jobs too!  Simply amazing and you have been spending tax payers money chasing ME?  WOW!  Read my enter blog, I am not a homegrown terrorist, not an enemy combatant, I am a fucking constitutional law attorney, trying to get our government and country to function the way it was intended to be run, as seen by our founding fathers . . . the bull shitters, that you are protecting, are trying to implement, the Bush fucking doctrines, and support the fucked up Patriot Act . . . Please, Congress, cut the funding . . . stop funding short cuts for cops, penis games, boob shit, and taking citizens' personal, real, and intellectual property rights!

Sorry, I Can't Write About Love Right Now . . . When I Want to Rip Heads Off!  And Screammmmmmmmm!  Get that Bitch who Was Presenting Herself as ME on TV News!

P.S. Here is my itinery for tonight . . . dinner at Feeding the Flathead . . . thanks for all the good people who do this, you have literally kept me alive!  Then, walking up Whitefish Stage Road, then to the Kalispell Athletic Club, for a swim and workout . . . now news interviews!  That was not ME!  And all the fucking Republicans, Federation of Women, who lied, the Pachyderm Members, the water compact people, all liars, need to be arrested for perjury too!  Falsifying reports to cops, that is a crime you dumb shits!

PRIMO GRILLS . . . WHAT DOES A COP STING OP LOOK LIKE? WHAT DOES A HIT LOOK LIKE? I FIGHT BY EXPOSING, DISCOVERING, ELIMINATING . . . "THEY" FIGHT BY KILLING PEOPLE, AT LEAST 26 SO FAR, AND ATTEMPTING TO KILL ME! I WILL LET YOU BE THE JURY, AND SEE WHAT YOU THINK OF THE TACTICS USED BY POLITICAL ENEMIES, GIVING YOU THREE SCENARIOS, AND LETTING YOU DECIDE WHAT IS UP? LIKE I SAID, THE ONLY WAY TO PROVE THAT THERE WAS A HIT ON MY LIFE, OR A STING OP, IS EITHER TO LET THEM GET ME, BY STICKING AROUND TO SEE WHAT THEY ARE UP TO, OR TO LET THEM KILL ME . . . NEITHER OF WHICH ARE SATISFACTORY TO ME. I WILL GIVE YOU A LITTLE LESSON IN EVIDENCE GATHERING FIRST, THEN PAINT THE SCENARIOS, AND LET YOU JUDGE FOR YOURSELF, WHAT I DEAL WITH EVERYDAY!

I Used to Train Cops In Evidence Gathering

Okay, so let me make sure this comes through to you, loud and clear . . . when I say, that I am JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., that is what I mean; I am not Shelley, disguising myself as JoAnn, Joanne, Johann, Joan, or any version of that name, there is only one spelling and I am the only person, who is sitting here writing this blog, while at the Kalispell Public Library, at roughly, 4:00 p.m., on Monday, May 11, 2014.  This is not a double, double, sting op, and I am nobody but myself, and always have gone by JoAnn S. Secrist, my married name from my first husband, Richard Clifton Secrist, the father of my 4 children!  This is not a game, that I am playing, other than in my email, I wanted to fool the NSA, by using, what I would call a Montana cowgirl name, that is one of my legal names through my last marriage to Allan Rex Bess, who was, if you can believe it, dead before I married him, murdered by Frank of Interpol, who came in as his double, hoping to kill me, as he and Shelley did Allan, and having Shelley, my older sister by 13 months, step in my shoes, and be me, laying claim to all that is mine, thus trying to decriminalize what she, Frank, and others, did not only to me, in early 2000, poisoning me, so they could steal my credentials but to take my son's music, from Old School Parallax, to God's Revolver, and on to Maraloka . . . and I am sure keeping an eye on Ditch in the Delta, Elliot's new band.  And their bull shit, goes on from there . . .

When I say, that I am 5'7" to 5'7" and a half, I am not 5'9", 5'10", or 5'11" inches, like my sister, alleged doubles.  If I say that I do not have a 44 DDD, fake chest, and you see me and I don't, why would you think that I am, someone other than who I am?  If I say, I have blue eyes, and blonde hair, that doesn't mean that I am brunette or jet black hair, and hazel eyes!  If I say, that I am 100 pounds over weight, even thought it may not look that way, I carry it pretty well, that doesn't mean that I am a mere 10 to 30 pounds over weight.  If I say, I have 4 children, and my son, is bass guitarist, Elliot Taylor Secrist, that doesn't mean, that Isaac, or Jessie, or Ty are my children, and I am just joking.  I do not lie, and I am not writing about any one's life, but my own, or my children, or politics, elections, world events, or current affairs.  Are you following my line of reasoning.  I would not, write as Shelley, bashing myself . . . I am, JoAnn, bashing Shelley, or other women who have either tried to pass themselves off as me, or their dumb ass male counterparts, who were all dumped by me, are trying to pass them off as me!  I would not waste my time, to write about anyone else's lives, than the one that I am living, that would be too hard, and I am not interested in their lives, my sisters, are not much more than a dimple on the ass of the universe to me, and never have been!  Do I make myself clear!

Evidence Gathering 101 . . . I Think Fresh Life Church Did It Yesterday!

Now, I have been attending, Fresh Life Church, here in Kalispell, for about 2 years, off and on, since I am often, driven out of town, denied an apartment, or piss someone off politically, who has power to fuck with my life, and I can, only write about them . . . being shot at, disappearing into some jail or prison system, or kidnapped and tortured is nor something I want to experience, more than I already have.  I have gone to other campuses of Fresh Life Church, in Missoula and Bozeman, helped blast that one off, writing about it on my blog, a year ago, December, with an anticipatory opening in March, which did happen.  But, at times I have wondered, as I have seen men, with secret service type surveillance apparatuses on their ears, wondering if they are doing surveillance on me, setting me up, or just what the hell they are up to.  I asked a guy, once, what that was for, and he promptly told me it was because, Pastor Levi had had death threats.  But, minutes later, the guys all had their ear devices taken off, and Levi was not in town that day!  So, what the hell was up?

So, yesterday, I walk into the Liberty, Fresh Life Campus, and the first thing, this same guy who I enquired as to why these men were wearing ear devices, like secret service, I think I called them, see through, whirly twirlies, got on the phone, or some type of walkie-talkie, as I walked in to church between sessions, the 9:00 a.m., session had just ended around 10:30 a.m., and the 11:00 a.m., had not started yet, I was a half hour early, needed a drink and to use the restroom, after walking all the way from the Kalispell Athletic Club, through Flathead Valley Community College Campus, which will come into this story, too, and down town, about 3 miles or a bit more, a walk for sure, but just as I walked in, generally someone at the door tries to keep you out, until the band practices and they are ready to seat the next session, so that seemed a bit strange and out of the ordinary, but this guy, said, She is here, so this should be perfect, or something to that effect . . . WHAT?  I was the only one walking in, at that time and there were not many other people in the foyer of the church, so, it appeared to me, that he was talking about me!

Will All the Mothers Raise Their Hands For How Many Children They Have, How Old They Are, and Who is the Newest Mother . . . NICE!

So, before the services, the pastor of the Whitefish Branch, and his wife, very cute couple, but she was taller than he was . . . sorry, that bugs me, but, I am not native, and I see this all the time, just a quirk of mine!, get up and are going to give out Mother's Day prizes to the mothers who fall into one category or another.  All the mothers, raise your hands . . . so I did.  Now, as I call out the numbers, drop your hands, if you have fewer than this number . . . he starts with one child, many hands go down.  Then two, and so forth . . . and this guy, who made the statement as I come into the building, is standing right near me, and kind of knows me due to my asking the question about the surveillance hearing devices, and had earlier, seemed to be looking for me, and when he saw me, patted me on the back and welcomed me back, since I have been missing in action for a while.  But, they hit the 4 children mark, and then went to 5, so I dropped my hand . . . is he seeing what answers I am giving, to see if I am the one writing the blog, since, I write about or had written about Fresh Life Church, the Sunday before?  

And so, the mother's day game went on, and I didn't get any, one mother had 8 children, counts me out . . . not pioneer stalk, like my own mother who did actually have 8 children!  I thought, good for them, they are at least, trying to identify, who I am, and verify, me to my blog and what I have written.  However, an older couple, looking a lot like Shelley and Frank, came in, sat by me, gave me a dirty look and moved over into the center section . . . what was that about? Doubles for the doubles?  This is how the sister brigade, gets to stay at home, and they hire people who look like them, so show up where I have written about, making people think that, it is Shelley, rather than me, and she is the one who wrote the blog, and I am the impostor, nice tactic, don't you think, so I thought, good, get this right for once!  I found it interesting, that on the back of the Frank, look a like's biker jacket, it said, Old School Montana, wondered if that was a connection to me writing about the county fair, pig wrestling, and muttin' bustin'?  Making it appear that this couple, her, in particular, was the down home gal, who liked the county fair . . . Shelley attended them, but to generally peddle her wares . . . like Isagenix Diet Supplement.  Now if I were an FBI agent, and I just read that, little piece of insider information on Shelley, to verify that Shelley was Shelley, and JoAnn, JoAnn, I would check out who signed up to sell Isagenix . . . Shelley.  Why in the hell would I, if I was Shelley want to give out that information that might give me away, or connect me to my house, on 5th north in Logan, Utah? I would not, unless I wanted to be discovered!  And she has gone to great lengths not to be discovered!

The Strange Phenomena Of the Photographer at Church and In My Face!

So, I notice this guy, with a big ass camera, walking around near me . . . if I get a choice and there early enough to church, I always sit on the left hand side of the very back row, in the last seat, which is the fourth seat over . . . again, I am giving hints to FBI, or someone, local cops, who might have been bamboozled by Shelley and Frank over the years, since I first came up to the Flathead, and my shadow and government double or mafia double followed me, taking credit for all I do, anywhere!  I wonder what the hell, a photographer is doing at church, the thoughts go through my head, Daily Inter Lake Newspaper, might be doing a feature article on the church, Levi has been preaching all over the place, and the church started in Kalispell, so that made sense.  I noticed him in and out.  Then, in my peripheral vision, I notice this bright, single light, on my face . . . I was the only one on the row, since the double doubles left!  I turned to see if he was photographing me, and HE WAS!  My first thoughts went to vanity . . . shit, I don't have make up on today! But sure enough, he was taking my picture!

This church is a tech savvy, and video, blog, picture, media savvy church . . . I entertained the idea, that they were taking pictures of people for some new series that Levi was doing, maybe?  But there was no doubt that this photographer was in my face.  My next thought, went to the possibility, that with the double double there, that, they may be taking a picture of me, to mark me for a hit, knowing Shelley and Frank, and no joke, since, so many people have lost their lives, connected to me, especially any guy, I happen to like, such as Kennedy, James, getting shot in the ankle in a drive by shooting in Butte!  So, what in the hell is up . . . Levi, better not be in on this, or no more promoting his church!  I was, however, concerned, when I was in Missoula, attending that Fresh LIfe Campus, and they had these square, pictures of highlights in the church and Levi's history, and he got the inspiration to change the name of the church, from Skull Church to Fresh Life Church, while visiting the Salt Lake Airport, or Mormon Church Headquarters in Salt Lake City?  A very strange connection to me, but given the fashion, Batista, that he and his wife are, they are exactly the image conscious type people that Mormons like to hold out as their own, and I often wondered if Levi had been approached by the FBI, CIA, NSA, Mormon Contingency, in D.C., to do what he does, very well?  Whatever . . . but that took me back to an earlier event, that happened on the way to church!

What Does a Hit Look Like?

I am walking from the athletic club to church downtown . . . last week I walked along highway 93, but it seemed to take forever, and so I decided to try to cut through Walmart, cross the rocks between Wally's World and the college, and then go past the Arts and Technology Building that is right in the main line of the campus . . . and just as I entered that part of the college, a mini van, kind of a dull red, or metallic, came into the parking lot nearest to me, which struck me as strange, seeing that there was nothing going on at the college, or at least that I could see.  I was early, about 8:00 by that time, and wondered what they were up to and always, always on guard for strange and out of the ordinary appearing events, as this seemed to be. Sunday morning, early, not time for most churches, and Mother's Day . . . I noted it in my mind and walked on.  Past the Arts and Technology Building, which I have attended many a lecture in, there were a number of cars, and a chef looking chick came out and I remembered that there was a FVCC culinary school sponsored Mother's Day event, and didn't pay much attention.  

I crossed, over walking past the Community Garden for the Glacier Church, noticed a red gas tank, and thought of the symbolic significance, and hoped that my blog, last week on gardens, caused a fire among the people and readers and hoped that many people would experience the joys of gardening, like I had!  I walked passed the church, checked the time of the services, thinking I may want to check out a church that is closer to home, and checked my cell phone for the time, it was 8:33 a.m., and I still had plenty of time to get downtown, so as I walked to the guard rail, that goes over the gulch, I sat for a while, saw a beautiful herring fly by, sucked in the beauty of the morning, the pines, since the other side of the road is forest, and just enjoyed the morning, loving life, enjoying the walk, but dreading walking back, had to find a ride!

All of the sudden, a reddish-orange Ford Taurus, pulled in the parking lot near the garden area, and two, kind of red neck looking guys in flannels, got out of the car, and I thought, they must be there to work on the garden, before church in about an hour and a half.  But the two didn't turn toward the garden like expected, and they got into the trunk of the car, and pulled out a rifle!  I don't know about you, but that didn't seem to fit the morning, I had been having to that point.  And to my shock, they were walking as fast as they could toward me . . . what the fuck?  I immediately got up from my nice rest, and booked it up the street, thinking that would dissuade them from following . . . quite the contrary, they picked up their speed and I rushed to get to the houses and apartments up the street, never taking time to turn back again!  I just hit the dirt!  So, based on the facts that I told you, what do you think?  There is not hunting in the city limits, I am not sure if duck hunting is over, so what in the hell were these guys doing?  They could not have parked much closer to me, than the garden . . . thank God, shortly after that, several cars did venture down that road, and I think that changed their minds.  Before that, there were not any cars, not for about 15 to 20 minutes, from the time I was walking across campus to up the street, and sitting there for quite some time . . . so?

What Does A Cop Sting Op Look Like?

The one thing I love about the Kalispell Athletic Club, like most Montanans, is the lack of people, especially on a Saturday night.  Generally, as I thought, the other night, I am alone in the woman's only work out gym or room.  I love it, I turn on the TV program or news, or listen to whatever music I want to on the radio while I work out.  So the gym closes at 9:00 p.m., and I was there about 8:00 p.m. and there was about a hour left, before closing.  Just before I went to the women's room, some dark haired chick, in her 20's, came into the locker room, and she was looking for a locker number, so I figured that she must be new, because I had to look for mine too, and I also heard someone upstairs telling her where everything was. Once down in the women's work out room, this same chick came in and then went out again . . . I notice these things, and marked it, just to watch, or put me on guard.  The next thing I notice, is some chick, again, young, in excellent shape, come in, but she was carrying her bag of stuff with her, which I wondered why she didn't have a locker?  And, like I said, it shocked me that someone besides myself, was loser enough to be working out, on a Saturday night, without a date or someone to be with . . . gals can go in the bigger gym, but the guys can't come in ours!  Love that, don't have to hear them grunt as they lift weights!  LOL!

There are just us two, again, an abnormality, then this other chick comes in, who had been with Carolita, as an aid, but not the same one, that she shows up at the Crossfire Church with, that both of us, have been going to for ah, two and a half fucking years . . . the identifier!  This is in retrospect, but this chick, and I didn't recognize her that night, but earlier in the week, Carolita, who knows damn well who I am, came up to me, while with this chick and said, now, I know I know you, but, how do I know you?  Dead give away, looking back, and I said, you have gone to church with me for years!  Oh, JoAnn . . . I am so embarrassed!  "They" always pay people I know, to rat me out!  And this seemed to be one of those times. But that chick comes in but I didn't connect the two.  Then, all of the sudden, that first chick, who checked me out, came back in and got on the treadmill.  This is why I dig my Intell Man, God, so much . . . on the TV, all of the sudden, the word, GOOOOOOO! came on the boob tube!  And I did!  Now, none of these chicks had been in there more than a few minutes, 5 at most, and the second, I got up and went to the locker room, all three came in right after me!  Very strange, not normal, and all looked very much like they could be cops!  As each on came into the room, before I left, I very courteously asked them what they wanted, told them they could turn off the TV, turn on music and none of them wanted to change a thing . . . NOT NORMAL!  

The Friday, McDonald's Sting Op

So, we had one on Sunday, Saturday, and now for Friday's sting op . . . what a fucking joke these idiots are, useful idiots . . . I have been set up, framed, stalked and they have tried to catch me, not just cops or Shelley and Frank's goons, here in Kalispell, but for the last 3 fucking years, almost every day!  Okay, so, I talk one of the bus drivers into giving me another free promotional smoothie from McDonald's, since I have no money, as is generally the case, he does, and that legitimizes me writing my blog and sitting there for hours, having looked like I purchased something . . . although, sitting there with nothing is fine to and I do it all the time . . . gotta dig McD's, they just leave me alone, knowing full well, that as soon as I have money, I will spend it there! as well as other eating establishments, my favorite pastime!  But, when I am typing my blog, I am oblivious to the surrounding world.  I start mid-afternoon, and don't really notice who is in Playland, in with the kids, where I like to type.  But, I finish up, writing about Mary Todd, of Marion, Mt., and her murdered son, Shane, killed in China or Asia, and the China connection with the Yale Skull and Bones Club, Bushes, Clinton's, Mormons, etc.

All of the sudden, back into consciousness, I see a cop car driving along Idaho . . . that is my, Intel Man's sign for, Cop in the room!  There were about 3 cop cars in a few minutes.  I get up to go to the bathroom, and sure enough, the guy, allegedly in with his grand kids, looked more like his kids, does look coppish. You kind of get used to the type of people who frequent McDonald's and other establishments, and this guy just didn't look like he fit in, and he checked me out too, like this is her!  As I walked into the main dining area, there were several other coppish looking guys also!  I hit the restroom, packed up my shit and booked it out of the joint!  Was I right, was I wrong, I will never know, but I do know, that after I have left, on many occasions, the truth becomes apparent, and my Intel Man, God was right!  I have validated his advice and warnings over and over again!  In fact, just today, there is this beefy chick, who has been in once before, and I didn't think much of her, but she seems like a no funny business kind of chick, could be a cop, but I never thought that, until, she and I were the only ones in the women's gym, and I was just doing a fast one, not my normal, longer work out . . . I did the stationary bike while I watched some of the old Perry Mason, and I got up and had to get ready for the bus . . . again, this chick followed me into the locker room and said, I looked around and your were gone!  And your point . . . she didn't appear to be half ready to leave yet, so, an undercover cop too?

A Day in the Life of a Constitutional Law Attorney, Who Everybody Seems to Want a Piece of My Ass!

JESUS, ALL MY HOPE IS IN YOU! YOUR NAME IS HIGHER; YOUR NAME IS GREATER . . . JESUS, JESUS, BE THOU GLORIFIED! SPARKLING DREAM: (1) BRIGHAM YOUNG STUDENTS GET THE WORD, THE BIBLE, NOT THE BOOK OF MORMON; (2) MY BLACK LEATHER BOUND COPY HAS A REVERSIBLE COVER--ON THE INSIDE OR REVERSE SIDE: (A) SPARLING PICTURE OF FORMER MORMON PROPHET, GORDON B. HINCKLEY, WITH PEOPLE AROUND HIM; (B) A SPARLING PICTURE OF SANTA CLAUS AND A CHRISTMAS TREE; (3) ME LOOKING FOR MY GREAT-GRANDFATHER, THE JUDGE TO SHOW HIM MY STRANGE COPY OF THE BIBLE AND THE SPARKLING PICTURES; AND (4) NOT FINDING MY BIBLE, SEEMINGLY HIDDEN, AND NOT ABLE TO SHOW GREAT-GRANDFATHER, I LATER FIND IT AND SHOW MY FATHER, WHO TAKES THE UNIQUE BIBLE, NEW TESTAMENT, AND PUTS IT IN HIS SUIT POCKET . . . DEEP POCKETS! THAT IS INDICATIVE OF WHAT HAPPENED, I SHINE, TEACH, BYU STUDENTS TURN TO JESUS CHRIST, THE TRUE SAVIOR, STOP PROPHET WORSHIPPING AND TURN TO THEIR ONLY SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST! BUT MY FATHER TAKES THE PRESENT AND KEEPS IT! IT'S RIDIN' TIME AGAIN . . .

A SPARKING CHRISTMAS PRESENT TO BYU STUDENTS, IN MORMON, UTAH . . . JESUS CHRIST, THE NEW TESTAMENT!  NO OTHER NAME . . .

In this dream, that was somewhat startling, I found myself, at Brigham Young University, where I attended law school, at that J. Reuben Clark Law School, between 1990 and 1990, and after law school taught, family law, undergraduate, but didn't make it the full semester, due to spurious complaint, that went no where, but, pissed me off so much, that I quit in the middle of the semester, later taught family law at the University of Utah, in Salt Lake City, Utah, and had a nice, 7 years stretch, until I was poisoned, and my life drastically changed, but, back to the dream, I was actually standing in the Marriot Center, the basketball arena, also where they have weekly convocations, or guest speakers, generally, Mormon Church speakers, that the students go listen to once a week, if it is still like it was back in the day.  But to my surprise, there was not a speaker, in the dream, but there where big boxes of paperback copies of the Bible, or later, it seemed to me, from the special copy that I was given, that it was the New Testament.  But, Mormons are taught that the Book of Mormon, is a second witness to Christ, and are encouraged to read the book, once a year, or on a continual basis, not the case with other scriptures, such as the New Testament.  But, I was impressed that this whole gathering of students, filled the arena, were all being given the light blue books, in paperback, that somewhat resembled the old paperback copies of the Book of Mormon . . . Mormon Church standard issue, printed by Deseret Book!  LOL!

Smiling Former Mormon Leader, Gordon B. Hinckley

I walked up to the person, handing out the books and asked for one . . . they handed me, a larger sized black leather cover to my book, with a zipper, much like the coverings of the standard works of scriptures, that Mormons all have, but this was quite small, so I assumed that it only had the New Testament, since the other students were getting copies of the Bible, or the New Testament.  I started to look at the book, and opened it and noticed that the entire cover was removable, and when I took it off, there was a picture of the prophet, who was the President of the Mormon Church, while I was in law school, Gordon B. Hinckley, who I always liked, and thought was a rational, and smart man, especially when it came to women . . . he said there are many of you women who are at home, who should be working and mothers who are working and should be at home, but that is up to you and God to decide which category you fall into.  I liked that back in the day, actually, he said that in the 80's, as the women's issues were heating up and women were torn between the traditional role of women, and the new, woman's movement.  But, I thought it was interesting that it was that President, who was on the shining and sparkly cover of my book, and he was smiling, and I think he would, and would like what I have done, not only with my children, but my career, my life, in general, and what I am doing with my blog, even though, his alleged followers, like my father, sisters, etc., who claim to be Mormons, steal and lay claim to all I do . . . yesterday, my blog broke through the 230,000 ceiling that was put on it and inched up to a million hits, still about 24,000,000 to 154,000,000 that the blog has reached in the past . . . I guess the Mo's, NSA, CIA, FBI, and others, who want to say they wrote my blog yesterday on pig wrestling, I grow it, they mow it, and stole it, put it wherever in the dark web and deep Internet, or hid it!  Whatever . . .

Learning the Atonement, Grace, and Jesus' Gift to Us . . . New To Me!

You see, overall, Mormons are taught and raised to be good Mormons, not necessarily good Christians . . . they might have to be honest, not covet, not steal or kill!  They blow off the 10 Commandments and deal in the exceptions . . . like the Book of Mormon scripture that justifies murder . . . better one man, or woman, in my case, die, than a nation in unbelief!  That flies in the face of the commandment not to kill; coveting my blog, cases, resume, legislation, children, etc., is prohibited by the 10 Commandments, and so is stealing . . . I am sure in their puny minds, they have some rational excuse, that they are saving the nation from unbelief, and this sister has had a divorce, she got an abortion, she has fornicated, and she has done whatever . . . I admit, I did the crimes and Jesus did the time!  I don't think I fully understood the atonement, Jesus' grace, the gift, being one with Christ, until, I became a non-denominational Christian, starting that process, while practicing law in St. George, Utah, which pissed off a lot of Mormons, especially in southern Utah, where there is absolutely no separation of church and state, in or outside of court, with the largest two civil rights cases in the nation, attorneys calling me from all over the country, being listed as #2 in the nation for civil rights defense, with a focus on Utah, as has been the case with other things that I have done . . . I don't do anything half assed, and it usually goes big, that is just who I am . . . the Church, especially with Mitt Romney a nominee, wanted some other representative for Utah and Mormonism, that me, and that went for my son's band, God's Revolver, also . . . not some long haired, wild ass, Red Jesus!, with a sleeve tattoo!

Come Just As You Are . . . Is Unheard of in the Mormon Church!

In the dream, the next section of the dream, takes place, in kind of a warp zone, in my life, takes me back to a Christmas Party, the only memory I have of my great-grandfather, The Judge, is what they called him, but in the dream I am an adult, but my memory takes place when I was 6 years old, and at a Christmas Party, The Judge hobbles up to me, and points his cane in my face at my eyes, and said . . . you got those eyes from me, the bluest of blue . . . that is the background for the dream, and I am back, as an adult, but with great-grandfather sitting over on a couch, and I wanted to show him the cool sparkling, shining book that I was just given . . . but I can't find it to show him!  For some time in the dream, I am sifting through closets, going from one book, one set of scriptures to another, but can't find the new copy that I was just given at the Marriot Center!

The thing that is interesting, is the apparent closeness of the spirit world, the Judge is long dead!  We may be fascinated by who close our dead loved ones really are, but the interesting thing to me, is that it is due to great-grandfather, and a scholarship at BYU law school, that probably got me into law school, the way I did. Every year, some of the family gathers at BYU law school, about 8 or so of us, and most are professors, judges, lawyers, and relatives, but I was invited to come to these interviewing process, with about 12 law students, trying to get the A. Sherman Christensen Scholarship, a small scholarship, but a very prestigious one.  I may be mixing up the names, that may be his son, who was a U.S. Federal District Court Judge, in the District of Utah, a bar that I later became a member of, but one year, all the judges, professors and other professionals that made of the very distinguished Christensen family, could not make it, and the only two to come, was me and my grandmother, Elaine Christensen!  

Grandmother's first question was, Do you like Matlock . . . yes, that would be the TV show!  I was mortified, and decided after that introduction, that the student didn't quite know how to respond, nor did they have time to watch Matlock, I took over all the interviews from that point forward!  I had been reading a two part book collection of the Great Western Thinkers . . . you know Aristotle, Plato, Kant, Hume, etc., and I had underlined a bunch of passages from essays on the Republic and the Virtues, and changed them into questions, many having to do with the law.  Both law professors, who were overseeing the interviews, seeing me question many of them, without them knowing how to respond, and knowing full well, that I had no preparation for the interviews, shocked that me and Grandma were the only family members present . . . which had never been the case in the three prior years, when Sherm, or his brother another judge in the 4th District, oh, Cullen Christensen, or Phil Christensen, a former member of the FBI, or their younger sister and her husband, both, professors, Catherine Christensen ?  I always just sat back and learned!  Anyway, they both asked me, why in the hell I was not going to law school?  Uh, like four children!  Two years later, I had a dream, to go to law school, and went up and talked to one of the professors, who had asked me to consider law school, and with no LSAT, no application, no references, and not really being interested, getting up to go twice when I was told how important the LSAT, or the entrance exam to get into law school was . . . I was accepted, within two hours!  I think Jesus wanted me in law school!  I don't think he is upset . . . today after attending the Crossfire Church, I was riding home and on the back of the hat, of one of the guys who also attends, there was a "Jesus Loves . . . but a heart, U."  I surely hope so, and he takes me just as I am!  YOU TOO!

My Father Takes the Book From Me And Puts It In His Pocket

Let me first explain, what I think that sequence with the Judge and the lost book means . . . I literally, believe, that the law school, was bought, bribed, lied, and covered up the fact that I ever went there!  I believe that the Mormon Church, my two staunch Mormon clients, Henry S. Brock and Jay Rice, both Republicans, in a chance for Mitt to be Prez., my family, with members close to Mitt Romney, sister with a husband who was a bishop in Mitt's stake in Massechusette, the Mormon Governor and Attorney General, who were both named defendants, the Mormon judge on the case, once it came back to Utah . . . the steal came after I kicked the government attorneys' asses, and they knew I won, so they bribed, and then brought in the doubles, the chicks who would take over my identify, not only for the case, but for my entire life, switching at birth!  This is the shit that FBI and CIA do all the time!  With 70% or higher of the guys and gals being Mormon . . . their one big chance to get a Mo in the White House, just one little female attorney they needed to ditch and bring in the show gals, for the image of the Mormon Church!  This conspiracy, cover up, corruption, goes to the top of D.C., the Mormon Church current president, who I have never, ever liked, and fucking hate his granddaughter, who stole my Cheek et al v. Garrett et al case!

Just two days ago, I wrote about the murder of Marion resident, Mary Todd's, son, Shane Todd, who was murdered in China or Singapore . . . somewhere over there . . . and wrote about my story, and I would say, the two stories are connected in a bizarre way!  I had this dream, the night, I wrote the blog on Mary's presentation to the Republican Pachyderm Meeting, on Friday!  At that meeting, one of the main guys was handing out, lists of what it is to be a Republican and inferred that there are some of us, who are not true Republicans and that is evident or will come out, one way or another!  Hell, yeah, I am not a Republican!  That was never a condition for joining the Pachyderm Club . . . I am not clearly a Democrat either . . . but this group along with others, key to covering up who I am, have also participated with the Utah groups, to say that one or another of the company gals are ME!  The last sparkling book, is symbolic of me, and I have been lost, and great-grandfather, was denied seeing what his scholarship brought to the nation!  Maybe one nation, including Mormons, under God!

My Net Worth Should Be Around a Billion Dollars . . . That is What Brock Got!

I am one law student, that BYU, the Church and my family should not be ashamed of!  I am going to list, what this little law student did and has done for this nation, that would have been a far different place than it is now, had I not gone to law school!  Coveting, envy, jealousy, thinking I hogged the stage or limelight . . . I like what famous football coach, Newt Rockny said, after coaching the Green Bay Packers, to many successful seasons . . . it ain't really bragging if you did it!  The facts are the facts, women, mothers, you can have it all, but there is a time a season for everything . . . I didn't start practicing law, until I was 40 years old and raised my children, as basically, an at home housewife!  Great-grandfather, you did the world good, by bringing me to the attention of the law school professors, who might lie to this day about which Southwick girl was in law school, or was the one who took over the interviewing process for the scholarship and it was not, Shelley, Kay, Rachel, Sue, Marcie, Tiffany, Kelly, Rebecca, Hope . . . none of the show gals they are all frauds, stole my life, cases, and everything.

Just like the dream, my father took the sparkling one and buried her, just like he took the special book and put it in his pocket . . . he always wanted to be a lawyer, he never did, he hated me for doing it, and not only did I do it, but saved his profession, of CPAs and financial planners . . . the daughter he hated most, the one who competed in her father's world, in securities defense, not only could compete by way of brain to brain, but saved his ass too!  Shelley took the deal, and got to do the steal, but it was this daughter, JoAnn, who took on the state's SEC or Division of Securities and man handled them into submission . . . that is when the show girls took over, and even after I was arrested, and jailed, Brock the fuck, and Rice, all realized that I have filed one more brief, after the government deals were cut, and they didn't have an attorney who could finish the case in a win, although the government attorneys defaulted, unsuspecting of the brief, that could be filed 180 days, and was filed on the 180th day!  LOL!  They didn't know what to do, so they defaulted, with Judge Clark Waddoups, coming to the Mormon rescue . . . his colleague, U.S. Federal District Judge, A. Sherman Christensen, would turn over in his grave, seeing what Waddoups had done to his grand-niece, and a great case!  

Sherm used to sneak into the administration at BYU, and check on my grades . . . Ray Jay Davis told me that, one of the three law professors who I was both teaching assistant and research assistant for!  No slouch in law school either!  I was asked by my Constitutional law professor, Wilkins to be his research assistant, same with my family law professor, Waddel, I think!  My grades were not that good, but I was one hell of a researcher and teaching assistant, for two years, not one, for one of the most notable professors at the law school, one of the nations experts in water law, and weather modification . . . I even proved him wrong on a law review article he wrote . . . I told him, case law does not support the way you have written this article!  Six months later, the law review committee said the same thing!  So, there President Obama!  LOL!  From the second I got out of law school, I shined, sparkled, and did my jobs, five statewide, to the top degree and same with my cases, attorneys called me nationwide for help, and many paid a fortune to the Federal District Court to read my briefs the second I e-filed them!  Not too bad for my first fucking case . . . $357 million, securities case . . . you needed to know Constitutional, criminal, civil, administrative and securities law to do that case . . . I am one in a million attorneys!  

Bad Ass Chick Moms Can Be Bad Ass Con Law Chicks Too!

Fuck You Dad, Bet on Wrong Daughter!  Your a Close Second Mom!  Who are my mother and father . . . he who doeth the will of my Father in Heaven!

PIG WRESTLING--GET READY FOR SWINE HALLOW! LOL! MAMA'S, DON'T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS! (VW CAR AD) YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR MISSING! LADIES, CHECK OUT THE MEN ON THE NORTHWESTERN FLATHEAD COUNTY FAIR GROUND HOME PAGE! OH, YEAH! RODEO STUDS . . . COME HAVE A SHIT KICKIN' GOOD TIME! TARGET EMPLOYEE MOM, NATALIE . . . KATY JUST GOT HER LAMB TO RAISE FOR THE FAIR AUCTION, WRITE ABOUT THE FFA, FUTURE FARMERS OF AMERICA! FFA MAKING A POSITIVE DIFFERENCE IN THE LIVES OF STUDENTS BY DEVELOPING THEIR POTENTIAL FOR PREMIER LEADERSHIP, PERSONAL GROWTH AND CAREER SUCCESS THROUGH AGRICULTURE EDUCATION. MOTHERS GET YOUR KIDS OUT IN THE COUNTRY, OFF THE DAMNED COMPUTERS, CELL PHONES AND IPODS, AND LET THEM GET DIRTY, PET AN ANIMAL, RUN THROUGH A FIELD WITH SHEEP CHASING THEM . . . BULL IS A BIT SCARY! LOL! SERIOUSLY, DO YOU WANT THREE CONTROLLED LITTLE BOYS? NATALIE JUST REMINDED ME, THAT LAST WEEK, KATY, HER DAUGHTER, HAD TO PUT ON GLOVES UP TO HER ELBOWS AND STICK HER ARM INSIDE A COW TO CHECK TO SEE IF SHE WAS PREGNANT! FFA DIRECTOR TOLD HER, SHE WAS GOING TO LIGHT UP IF SHE FELT THE CALF! SEE WHY I LOVE MONTANA MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN! I KNOW, I KNOW, MANY STATES HAVE FARMERS, COWBOYS, RANCHERS (LIKE KANSAS, JAMES KENNEDY!)

Of Course A German Car Manufacturer, Would Trash Cowboys . . . And Push For Techno Geeks In the Back of Mom's Car!  Quiet, Controlled, and Obedient!  LOL!  That's Not America!

Come on Moms, really, don't you want real boys?  I mean, the kids that get dirty, kick it up, can be distinguished from girls?  I sure as fucking hell do!  When my boys were young, being the feminist, that I was and am, I decided to see if boys come a certain way, and after having two daughters, decided to get my boys dolls, like baby dolls, they were young, one year for Christmas, as a sideline to their Hot Wheels and Tonka Trucks.  As I recall, some 30 years later, they never once touched the dolls, not at all!  They were however, taking their Tonka trucks and throwing them in the air, to see how high they could go, before they broke them . . . they must have heard that Tonka trucks were indestructible on some ad for the toys!  I guess the Volkswagen ad, plus Natalie, and Mother's Day, inspired this blog, and my love for the country, cowboys and cowgirls, Montana, the county fairs, and a shit kickin' good time!

My boys are somewhere in the middle, of the city and country, with a father who is a city planner, getting the culture, the music, the books, art, and an attorney mother, who is a wild ass, kick it up, type chick, who loved fish hatcheries, the mountains, county fairs, taking them to Chicago, while on a legal internship with Americans United for Life, but also, hanging out with country boys, rather than the attorneys, doctors, and professors, she worked with, result, girls in the military, boy in band, God's Revolver, epic western story in music, and a son, who it a great father, regardless of the way he treated dolls, and a loving father, who does actually work for a nationwide computer company, watching 300 newspapers, magazines, professional newsletters, making files for movie stars, politicians, and companies . . . and shares an interest, my passion for politics, he hates it, but is a thinker, and keeps his thoughts and intentions a secret, until it comes to fruition . . . can't wait to see what this son, does, of course, I think he will be president of the United States!

Pig Wrestling . . . Never Heard of That One!  Sounds Fun!

Okay, so, somehow, Natalie, who works the food counter, at Target, were I crash their Internet, at times, and visit, talking politics, shop talk and kids, out of the blue, brought up the topic of pig wrestling . . . what?  I may have told her that I wrote about the county fair, and she said, make sure that you write about the pig wrestling, they held for the first time at the fair, last year!  I have seen the muttin' bustin' and a slew of kids, being let loose on chickens, trying to catch them, in some big ass field, but pig wrestling?  I have not witnessed the event, but she said, that teams of 6 or 7 people, kids, adults, register to enter the event, paying a small fee, and they dress up in cartoon, like characters, leggin's, matching t-shirts, tie dye, and whatever distinguishes their team from another team.  They enter a circle pig pen, and a greased pig is turned loose . . . the goal is to grab the greasy swine, and put it in a pit in the center of the pen!  People in the audience, can bet on the teams, and I think the money goes to charity or the winner?  She was not sure which, but it sounds like a great time, and a ton of fun.  Although, one lady who over heard our conversation this morning, piped up and said, that she fully intended on going to the pig wrestling, but it was held in the middle of the afternoon, in August!  She said, and she was older, but I am a wimp too, that it was 103 degrees that day . . . yeah it gets hot in Montana too.  So, if the schedule is not set in stone, put the pig wrestling, that is done out in the open, without cover, either early or later in the day . . . 3:00 p.m., open sun, cowboys and cowgirls may be used to it, but the elderly, the young, and me, need either some shade or a cooler time of the day, please!

My, My, How We Ladies Change

Back when I was in college, I had blown through BYU, in Provo, Utah as a freshman, and decided to venture up north to Utah State University, where I thought they would treat college students, more maturely, and trust us to start being adults, without supervision from others, and it was true, the first night I was up at USU, they held a all night school sponsored party, 4 bands, and I couldn't believe that I didn't have to be in the dorm by 12:00 midnight, when the devil, allegedly came out . . . hey, he can come out anytime!  LOL! But, I worked at Sunset Sporting Goods Shop, while going to school, and had a best friend I met there, Donna, I think was her name.  Now, I knew that USU mascot was a bull or something, and they were called the Aggies, and I even knew that had something to do with agriculture, but for some reason, I did put two and two together, that maybe some of the people up there in Cache Valley, Utah, might be farmers, ranchers, cowboys and cowgirls . . . I had no idea, being from Bountiful, that Donna, might be a cowgirl, and I don't think she dared to say she was, after the comments I made, one night, after going to the Hyrum Bar, to dance, meeting a few cowboys, my first exposure, really, on a personal level.

I love to dance, and there were no college dances going on, so we had not other option, but to go to the bar to dance, which, while not a drinker, just happened to be where the good bands were playing, so . . . several cowboys, totally stereotypical, according to my book, as inexperienced as I was, probably relying on movie caricatures, picked us up, danced with us, and asked us to go with them to Lagoon, an amusement park, down near Salt Lake City.  They showed up in a Cadillac, with steer horns on the front!  What the hell, I made fun of them, called them shit kickers, but we had a great time; although, I would have never, at that time, even considered dating a cowboy, never . . . and I let my friend, Donna, know that!  Years later, I was up in Logan for a basketball game or concert, and ran into Donna, at the events arena, and she, to my shock, had married one of the COWBOYS we went to Lagoon with!  Are you fucking kidding . . . I didn't swear in those days, but, I was totally taken back by that; however, she was still married and I was not!

I remember going to the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas about 4 years ago, and seeing all the big outfitters, rigs, cattle and horse hauling outfits, being introduced to a whole new world, that of cowboys and cowgirls, holy shit, 4 big ass conference centers, all for a Cowboy Christmas!  2000 pair of colored cowgirl boots, the coolest costume made furniture, and shit . . . what the hell, how come I didn't know about this side of life?  My client, and friend, semi-famous cowboy photo artist, Kay Lynn Reilly, took me the next step from my second and third husbands, who were both country boys in a way, and introduced me to the Toby Keith Bar, bling Levi jackets and flip flops, with bling, that I wore to court with pride!  Other attorneys, males, would say, anyone else would get in trouble wearing and doing what you do in court!  LOL!  It pays to be smarter than the judges, who were all prosecutors in their lives prior to being judges . . . back 20 years ago, I trained these guys, when I was staff attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council, Criminal Enforcement Division!  Now, I am living the life in Montana, have met a few cowboys, but don't know if I can handle them, but I would like a chance!  LOL!  Working on that . . . 

The VW Ad Reminds Me of a Case . . . The Guthrie Case . . . Montana Style Parents vs. Helicopter Parents, With Me In the Middle!

I got caught being the attorney, in the middle of an ideological battle between parenting styles in Iron County Utah.  On the one hand, you had my clients, the Guthries, who had four darling children, who were taken by the state or Division of Child & Family Services, before I got the case, actually got it the day, it happened, they knew of my reputation for taking on government agencies, and having formerly worked for the government.  The Guthries were raising their children on the land so to say, had 20 acres of land, and were building a farm or ranch, as they could afford it . . . the smart way, and during the summer or warm months, they lived in a set of 5th wheels and trailers, out on the land, letting their children have goats, chickens, other small farm animals, dogs and cats . . . too many cats, that I will agree with the state on.  And during the winter, and this was late fall, September, they had arranged to get into an apartment, so when it got cold, the kids had nice warm beds and showers . . . before that, while on the ranch, they showered at the TA a truck stop, with showers.  But the school complained that the children were coming to school dirty.  Really, is that the most important factor in getting an education?

But to make a long story short, the school aid was taking two of the children in, taking their shirts off each morning, and washing the children, to clean them up for school.  The little girl, told her parents she felt uncomfortable with the school aid, taking them in the principle or faculty bathrooms and washing them off, without shirts.  Finally, my clients, told the school, that he felt very uncomfortable with those actions and if they did it again, he was going to pull is children out of school, and home school them!  The next day, the cops were called in and the children, were questioned without their parents consent or permission . . . later that day they were removed from the parents care!  As we battled in court for the kids and to return them to the parents, it became apparent, that, this was really about an ideological battle between parenting styles that of the attorneys, teachers, social workers, and my clients, with the guardian ad litem, stating that the children were exposed to a filthy petting zoo! referring to the family pets, the parents got to teach their children how to take responsibility of the animals, and as lessons in life.  I refer to these people as helicopter parents, who hover over their children, giving them no breathing room, nor freedom.

This is where the car commercial comes in . . . you have a mother with three wild ass boys, that are I guess to be seen as cowboys.  The mother is stopped to get gas, and the boys go into the store and drink soda out of the soda machine, they are having a shaken pop fight in the isles, and the horrified, store clerk just looks on as one of the boys, growls at the clerk, who is twice is age, and the clerk acts like he doesn't know what to do!  Really?  And the mother is yelling, boys, boys?  The next thing you see is a mother, in a VW car of some model, and she is calm, cool and collected, with three boys, all being entertained by electronic devices! And the song being played on the radio, is, Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys . . . let them be doctors, lawyers, and such!  I thought, who in the hell wants, such placid kids?

GIVE ME THE COWBOYS . . . COWBOY WANTED, DEAD or ALIVE!

I Wanna Know What I Am Missing?  LOL!  Have a Great Weekend!