HOT SHOT 1, UNDESIRABLES . . . LAW ABIDING CITIZEN: SIN'S A GOOD MAN/WOMAN'S BROTHER OR SISTER . . . JUSTICE AT ANY PRICE; OUT TO GET YOU; DON'T LET THEM TAKE YOUR GUN(S)! HOOKED ON LOVE; LOVE IS STRONGER THAN FEAR . . . THERE AIN'T NO REASON FOR A GIRL TO LEAVE ME: AIN'T GOT ANYONE SINCE YOU LEFT ME . . . A GIRL THAT IS HARD TO REPLACE! JOB THUNDER! GOD BLESS THE AMERICAN SOLDIER, VETS, THOSE WHO HAVE FOUGHT FOR FREEDOM BOTH ON DOMESTIC & FOREIGN SOIL! FREEDOM IS NOT FREE! HOME OF THE FREE BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE! A FREE SOCIETY TAKES AN ACTIVE CITIZENRY! SO GET INVOLVED . . . JOIN THE FREEDOM FIGHT, FOUGHT EVERY DAY! WHETHER YOU KNOW IT OR NOT! BELIEVE ME, IT IS NOT FREE! CONTINUAL FREEDOM DEMANDS A PRICE, BUT IT IS WORTH IT! HAVE A GREAT MEMORIAL DAY . . . A SAFE ONE TOO!

When it comes to arrogance, power, and lack of accountability, journalists are probably the only people on the planet who make lawyers look good.

Steve Brill

Undesirables . . . Those Who Threaten the Constitution, Defense and Security

This statement by Vladamir Putin, President of Russia, struck me yesterday, while reading the newspaper, like a ton of bricks, especially, in light of the timing, for America, Memorial Day, and what happened in Congress, or the Senate, letting parts of the Patriot Act, sunset, or failing to have enough votes to let the Act continue, thank God!  Especially, Section 215, allowing NSA, or the National Security Agency, to spy on American citizens, taking away their 1st, 2nd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 8th, 9th, and 14th amendment rights, to some extent, depending on how it was used against people, like me!  But, I thought, how pertinent this statement in the title, just above is, with President Putin, recognizing, the paramount interest, in having a set of laws that govern the people and the government, in the form of a national Constitution, and how that come into play, in both defending the country, dictating the rules of engagement on foreign soil, and in matters of state, with a huge effect on security, and preservation of a way of life, that people, within a particular country have come to, not only expect, but to demand, with the right to do it, seeing that the primary role of government is to defend the rights of its people, and to protect from foreign invasion and war.

Somehow, in passing and furthering the Patriot Act, Americans, forgot about the first ingredient in Putin's formula, for running Russia, that of prosecuting people and groups that threaten the Constitution!  President Bush, his goons, Cheney, and members of law enforcement making up the executive branch of the government, come to have the idea, that there were no constitutional rights for citizens, that by way of the smiling fascist, doing whatever it takes, with no limits and no exceptions, in allegedly taking care of American business, both foreign and domestic, in light of defense and security, they could completely destroy, diminish, erase, eviscerate, demonize, thrash and trash, anyone, who did what we all took an oath to do, defend, protect and preserve the United States Constitution, as if that had nothing to do with national security or defense of this country, and all that we, as Americans hold near and dear to our way of living here in these, United States!  

In addition to myself, coming under scrutiny, for ah, being a constitutional law attorney bound and determined to uphold my oath as an attorney, I became sadly aware of others, including police chiefs, who started to make their officers carry around copies of the U.S. Constitution in their squad cars, who were later, fired, mistreated, persecuted, injured, who lost jobs, houses, and other property, being subject to thefts, of real, personal, and intellectual property, simply for doing what our alleged enemy did, go up against those who would threaten our constitutional rights and freedoms, and failing to prosecute those who threaten the Constitution!  And isn't it ironic that Edward Snowden, who ratted out the NSA, and their unconstitutional activities, finds comfort and solace in RUSSIA!  Shame on America, these fucking assholes, who trashed and went after people who were trying to save the Constitution, freedom, rights, and protections for citizens, were the ones prosecuted, persecuted, and some killed!  Don't forget, America, our fallen soldiers, who fought on this soil, against our own government, and lost lives!  But for the grace of God, go I!

Law Abiding Citizen: Sin's a Good Woman's Sister, Protected!

I don't know if the people of Durango, know that less than a month ago, I literally, after being poisoned, coughing up orange crystals and barfing my guts, up, after a diner in Butte, Montana, went up to Kalispell, to die, so someone would at least know me, after three years of being chased, for exactly what I have just written about, and no member of the executive branch, or the law enforcement agencies, seem at all concerned about a constitutional law attorney, who is actually engaged in the same business as they are, enforcing the law, but the Supreme Law of the Land, against law enforcement and members of branches of government, who are UNDESIRABLES, for failing to uphold their constitutional duties, responsibilities, and violating laws, rights, and civil rights, under federal statutory and constitutional rights, while acting under color of law!

I dare any member of the law enforcement community, to search my records, and see what it was like prior to 2000, when I was poisoned, or allegedly got a genetic brain disease, and was told I would die, would never work again, wishful thinking, since I had long been known for fighting against unconstitutional acts of undesirables working within the government ranks and files!  I had perfect credit, a perfect driving record, without a blemish of any kind, and a flawless legal resume, work background, and on top of that, not just three, certificates of good standing from the Utah State Supreme Court, but four, due to the United States Supreme Court, clerks, ah, yeah, losing the one that accompanied my oath and affirmation of protecting, defending and preserving the United States Constitution, which marked a turning point in my life, going from the perfect citizen, the law abiding citizen, being swapped for the sins of the sister, whom the UNDESIRABLES, shielded and protected, and gave her my record up to that point in life, and gave me her shit life . . . full of warrants, bills, charges, etc.!

You fucking, undesirables, teamed with sister, family, bad attorneys, clients, cops, elected officials, members of the hierarchy of the Mormon Church, including a presidential candidate, to defraud, threaten, and try to kill, me, the law abiding citizen, attorney, defending the Constitution against you fuckers, and then you failed to do anything to protect me, my property, my cases, my law practice, and did all you could to help, aid, abet, guard, guide, help, and shield, the lying pieces of shit, who pretended to be me, with many of you fully aware of the swap of sisters, and other doubles! 

The second I got off the Road Runner Bus, that runs between, Grand Junction and Durango, I slipped through the cracks, between, two, sheriff K-9 trucks with shells on them, one going one way, and the other going the other way, and then a third, going up on Roosa Road, minutes later!  Just yesterday, while writing my blog about the Iron Horse Cycling Classic, I kept getting the feeling, and doing typos, that spelled, Go!  And sure as hell, a bit later, when I didn't heed the warnings, thinking, oh, come on, there is not a damned thing I have done in Durango, nor anywhere else, to merit this treatment, when a sheriff's deputy, probably on Mitt's Mormon Mafia payroll, pulled into McDonald's were I was typing the blog, about how good and fun Durango and the cycling races were, plus bringing up the competition between golf and cycling . . . oh, and I had a hard time pulling up the big ass hits, newest version of my blog, bad as con law chick blog, with 31,100,000 hits in 26 seconds, seeming to have disappeared over night, with hackers, helped by the fucking NSA undesirables, allowing access to steal my blog, since the third week of its existence, as if it doesn't even belong to me!  SISTER BITCH PROTECTED, she could never write one of these blogs, not ONE, in billion years!

Strange and Telling Dream Last Night . . . Sister Trying to Sell Custom Jewelry to a Cousin . . . Symbolic of "Fake" Jewelry, Which, in Reality, She Stole From MY Parowan, Utah House!  Also the Abuse of a Child! 

This dream was confusing and complex given the timeline, age of the abused child, a connection to a very different time in my life, when I was still married to my first husband, Richard Clifton Secrist, and the child abused, being a baby, with my baby, now, being only 32 years old, Elliot, who celebrated a birthday, May 3, 1983, the bass guitarist for Old School Parallax, Maraloka, God's Revolver, now Ditch in the Delta and Worst Friends, and if happened what I think happened with the music thieves, with a ring leader being Shelley's bastard son, which they all are, Isaac, knowing all the band members of all the old bands, and being one of the undesirables who stole God's Revolver music and marketed it around the world with none other than, cop kids, making up the other band members!  In the dream, the baby, who was just crawling, had been clearly abused, and had a nasty bump on his back, a raised bone, and a large bruised area, around the injury.  He had been in the watch of someone, other than myself, and Zeke or Richard, was much younger than he is now, with a body, much more like my oldest son, Chris'.

Shelley, The Custom Jewelry, The Red Cloth, Cousin Steve Bechstead, Abuse

But, the interesting part of the dream, was the part with Shelley in it . . . she was peddling her wares, which she stole from me, and took from my Parowan, Utah house, that she and Isaac, along with ex-husband, allegedly Allan Rex Bess, who was murdered by the killer pair, Shelley and Frank of Interpol, for the purpose of killing me, to make Frank, Allan, and Shelley, me, and Isaac, Elliot, to peddle his new CD, that God's Revolver did under contract with Sony Records, in a three record deal, that was basically killed by band members who refused to remix the second GR album or CD, and I think, that Elliot's new band's name, is telling indeed, WORST FRIENDS!  I believe that Trey and other band members, sold Elliot's brilliance as a bass guitarist, down the tube, with Isaac, Trey, teaming with Brett Todd Stewart or Stuart, who you can clearly see, in the video, of Scratch Done Dealt Me A Bad Hand . . . he is the one with the mohawk, standing out like a sore thumb, allegedly the one who owns the rights to "Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider."  Hard Rock Band and CD of 2008, the time that Isaac, disappeared from the band, Maraloka, with all the original band members, except Isaac, who was on tour with Elliot's music, gone for at least two years!

So, in the dream, older sister, Shelley, who cops, and maybe some of you, think is me, the undesirable, swapped out for the law abiding attorney, me, with cops, knowingly hunting me, to kill me, and let her have full reign of my fortune, including my children's music money and other credits, that have gone to cop families and children, with a vested interest in defending, protecting and preserving Shelley, as me, and Isaac as Elliot, justifying, Britney Spear type parents, or Michael Jackson, child protege's with overbearing parents, to rule their musical careers, thus bumping me and Richard or Zeke, out of the way, giving the vultures and undesirables, full access to the music, which, by the way, was long protected by a Poor Man's Copyright, filed by Elliot, who did everything for the band!  And here again the U.S. Constitution, protects, writings, like my blog, and inventions, with music right there too, with a section and clause that fully protects, and is the root section for patents and copyrights, protecting the writers from undesirables like the fuckers who are doing this to my sons, and me!  So if any of you butt fucking cops, want to earn your desireablity back, go do your fucking jobs, and check out the copyright dates, and they where far earlier than Brett's claimed, claim jumping purchase, which I am sure, Kay Burningham helped broker, in another symbolic record label, Exigent Records, housed in Kaysville, Utah!

Shelley, not me, sitting right here in Playplace, at McDonald's, having just gone to Walmart, and purchased, a pair of size 7 and a half, running or athletic shoes, three shirts, one bra, some ped black socks, and three pairs of underwear, that you fuckers, dumb asses, can verify, and get this shit right for once, and quit following me, with some lame ass cop, yesterday, who totally came in looking for me, head searching everywhere, looking up and down all the tables, apparently missing me, and even looking over his shoulders, and going into the bathroom, where I ditched, and later went into the kids playplace, after he left, empty handed, looking for me for, exactly what, Shelley's crimes, and they rang up to an including MURDER, only undesireable if I am Shelley?  What the fuck, is your fucking job, you fucks?  Defending a woman who stole so much money and put all of you on the take, making your rich on illegal and ill gotten gains, from may family!  Buck up, buckos and get this right, for once!  Good God!  

Anyway, Shelley, laid out her custom jewelry, on a symbolic red tablecloth, symbolic of power and fame, showing it to cousin, Steve, having taken that custom or fake jewelry from my home, from the old gun room, that I turned into a grand-daughter, nursery, with another room for the boys, having purchased some custom jewelry for my only grand-daughter at the time, Nicole's daughter, Gracie Mayor, who lives in Lovetteville, VA!  Shelley stole it for, McKinley Maughn, Shelley's daughter, Alexandra and her husband, Cliff, who live with their two children, one was born about a year or so ago!  George, Nicole's husband, and maybe her, will be pissed that I used their names, but I am sick and tired of paid staff, married to my kids, and them fucking their mother-in-law over, and pretending that Shelley, the fucking bitch from hell, is their mother, for money, or to keep peace in their family, or for whatever reason . . . they will have to worry about their own lies, if that is the case!  Honor thy father and mother, not the children!

Abuse of a Child . . . I Think My Children, Especially My Sons, Were Threatened and Even Abused, To Force Them to Go Along with this Bull Shit!

In addition to framing me, I think that Elliot, was framed for a crime that probably Isaac did, and was told by cops, who have the power to act like he did something, and said, you either give us, free reign of your music, or we will prosecute you for, this alleged crime.  I was framed too, because there is some fucking bounty out on me, for something, that I can't even guess!  At the time that the mob, the Mormon Mafia, was stealing El's music, and I was coming back into the law, in about 2008, the very same time, that God's Revolver was rockin' it, and going on a nationwide tour that was sabotaged, Chris was being taken to task also, with cops, and others in the law enforcement community, charging him with crimes, that were dropped, the day before court, because there was not merit, what so ever!  Brett, had contacted all my kids, when we were together, to see which of my children, would be willing to help me if need be . . . Chris, my oldest son, was the most willing to help, he was not married at the time, and would help!  That is who they went after, to make sure that nobody, no one of my children, the girls were already compromised by spouses, who were on the Mitt Mormon Mafia payroll, so Chris was the one who they needed to most fear!  So they compromised him out, until they felt safe with the music . . . I had been out of commission, but was coming back, but didn't have an active law degree, and had credibility issues, due to the Pick's Disease, which was well calculated into the equation of the family swaps and identity theft, which I guess is not the jurisdiction of cops?  Really?

There is not many things, more sacred to Elliot, than his music, other than his life, his safety, or that of his families safety.  Remember, these undesirable fuckers, are fucking MAFIA, and use mob tactics, like torture and murder, get real . . . Shelley's book shelves were full of serial killers, money laundering, and her favorite TV show was the Sopranos!  Get your shit together, they used all the tactics of the mob, the FBI, CIA, and cops, prosecutors and judges, they bought and sold, to take the music, the cases, my law practice, certificates, and now the blog, which just yesterday, could easily be accessed, just typing in bad as . . . beating out bad con, and taking all the hits!  Today, after the fun blog I wrote yesterday, the type that makes a shit load of money, at one penny per hit, and could be accessed, with just the two words, is now gone and you have to type in the whole phrase, bad as con law chick blog . . . go figure, outright theft!  God, I am sick and tired of this shit, get it right, I am not that fucking bitch Shelley, nor Rachel, Sue, Kay, Tiffany, Kelly, or Rebbecca and Hope!  No wonder there is so much crime, law enforcement are useful idiots and undesirables themselves, on the take!

Interesting Sexual Aspect, With Ex-Husband, That Didn't Make Sense, Other than To Mark a Particular Time in My Life

But it was funny, that I was with my ex-husband, whom, there has been little contact, over the last 25 or so years, since our divorce, and no sexual contact, from the second we got divorced, so this part, shocked me and would my children too.  But, I was with hubby, back in the day, and doing stuff that would embarrass me to admit doing with him, now, and probably then, but would do nothing to me, to think of doing with some guy, I am not married to right now!  James?  So, that part made me very uncomfortable, and seemed so taboo, but seemed more in context, when the baby was found, and had been abused.  I left the baby, that didn't look like any of my babies at all in any way shape of form, and that shocked me too, but who really knows there kids?  Many a parent wonders, but the baby had been abused and it was mine, so, I needed to get to the bottom of it, but the dream, ended, shortly after that with me bringing some soup, or a meal to Zeke, which is what I called Richard since we grew up together!  

In the dream, I had gone to the wrong address, not having gone to his address, indicating that there was a time warp, to now, or something, and I was directed that he had changed offices, and moved, so I took the dinner to his office.  I wondered what that meant, and the only meaning I could attach to it, was that he had been the custodial parent, by design, not through court, while I attended law school, we divorced in 1989, having filed, with me having custody, but during the 90 day waiting period, I had been accepted to law school, and started in the fall of 1990, with the full support of Zeke and the kids, even living with him after our divorce was final, in April of that year . . . now, does Shelley know all this, you might want to check, because her sorry ass didn't do any of this, but I know the government can teach a trained seal to recite facts, and I am sure that she had to know some of this, and could say some of it, but can she show an investigator, where my first apartment was, after leaving Zeke and the kids?  Verify, verify, verify . . . stop protecting the lying hag and sea witch, Kay, or any of the fraud broads, sex or no sex from them!  Have some nobility, honor, integrity, and do your fucking job, stop chasing me for the last three years, covering her ass!

You Ignore Your Dreams to Your Own Detriment!

RAGE THE TRAIN, DURANGO TO SILVERTON--CLASSIC IN FULL GALLOP . . . LOVE IS IN THIS TOWN, IRON HORSE BIKE RACERS, CHEER BABY BIKE ENTHUSIASTS . . . HOW DO YOU GROW A SPORT? GET THEM YOUNG & THEY WILL NOT DEPART FROM IT (BIBLE) . . . I FIGURED OUT WHY COLORADO'S COPS ARE NICE--THEY ARE IN THE MOUNTED PATROL, WEARING SPARKLING FAKE COP BADGES ON THEIR COATS, SMILE, SOME IN COWBOY HATS, YUM! BILLS PASSED, BUT POLICE REFORM CONVERSATION ONLY BEGINS . . . I WOULD SAY THIS IS A GOOD START, COLORADO LEGISLATURE! LOL! THIS LONE WOLF TERRORIST, DID NOT SHOOT THE SHERIFF, I THREW AWAY MY CELL PHONE TO AVOID SURVEILLANCE! AS CONGRESS LETS NSA DIALS DOWN ONCE-SECRET PHONE PROGRAM, PUTIN SIGNS LAW TO SHUT DOWN 'UNDESIRABLES'; IRELAND VICTORY "A MAGICAL MOVING MOMENT WHEN THE WORLD'S BEATING HEART IS IN IRELAND" . . . MARRIAGE BETWEEN 2 PEOPLE: TO THE REST OF THE WORLD: THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE DECENT, TO BE CIVILIZED AND TO BE TOLERANT." LET'S TAKE THIS THOUGHT TO RACISM, RELIGION, SEXISM, AND ALL THOSE OTHER INTOLERANT "ISMS", PEACE IS NOT A DREAM! POPE TO MAKE PIGEON RAISERS DREAM COME TRUE IN BOSNIA-HERZAGAVINA, WHERE THREE FACTIONS OF CITIZENS HAVE BEEN AT WAR FOR YEARS--POPE WILL RELEASE THREE PIGEONS, SYMBOLIZING THE THREE GROUPS, AND HOPE WHEN THE COME BACK HOME, THEY WILL BRING BLESSINGS OF PEACE ON THE LAND! WE CAN DO THIS WORLD--LOVE IS IN THIS WORLD! TOMORROW IS MEMORIAL DAY, HONOR YOUR DEAD, YOUR VETS, BUT LET'S PUT AN END TO WAR! THANKS FOR YOUR SERVICE & SACRIFICE . . . 21 GUN SALUTE TO YOU! LUV YA! ENJOY YOUR DAY! JOIN THE DEBATE . . . IS CYCLING THE NEW GOLF?

Horoscope Could Not Be More Right On . . . Sagittarius

As I find myself, not in Bozeman, Montana as planned, and in Durango, Colorado, back at my old haunts, the Durango Community Shelter, grateful to see familiar faces, and a welcome from nice, friendly, helpful staff, Talia, and the long-hair dude?, a warm bed, shower, and great food, from the Manna Soup Kitchen, and a friendly greeting from Jason, chief cook and bottle washer, really chef, gardener, welcome wagon, and just over all cool guy, a sense of calm, came over me, as I slept wonderfully, read the local newspaper, the Durango Herald, catching up with local news, with Talia inviting me to jump into local politics, but refraining from saying what her opinions were, we can't talk politics, religion, and other stuff, that is best left at the door of any home living situation, with people's opinions ranging from anarchist to constitutional law attorneys, from Mormon raised to atheists, from blacks to Jews, all under the same roof, our own little UN! Very smart rule of thumb, and Cheer for Charity!  That was engraved on one of the contributor bricks, on the outside of the mess hall, where there was hot take outs, for those of us, me, who thought, the amazing brunch Jason and volunteers serve each Sunday, was at 11:00 a.m., rather than 9:30 a.m., like it has always been, but, hey, I am a bit confused, being in several states a month at times, but glad there were leftovers! Yahoo!  Still hot and good eats . . . so here is my read for today!

Travel plans will be rescheduled, cancelled or changed in some way because things are unpredictable today.  Likewise, classes and educational efforts are subject to change.

If anyone, who follows this blog, read the harrowing experiences, both in Montana before I left, and at the Denver, bus terminal, it is a miracle that I am here, let alone alive, God Lives, and he lets me know, day by day, minute by minute, hour by hour, town by town, what I need to do to live hard, but die free . . . the first song as I came into McDonald's, here in Durango, was Suzanne, the plans they made for you, put an end to you . . . I always thought I would see you again!  I am always at the most risk, when I go from place to place, because, nobody, except, surveillance guys, ever knows when I leave and where I am going, including myself!  When things, heated up, if you know what I mean, in Kalispell, Montana, where I had a place to live and was working out at the gym everyday, and getting in shape, which proves difficult, when you are chased from one place to another, for expressing your first amendment rights, pissing off, everyone, either on one side or the other . . . remember the 12 people killed by terrorists, who worked at Charles Hebron, the satirical newspaper agency, that takes free speech and political satire to the extreme and pushes the envelope, much the way I do, but I don't have a building nor other staff as support, out there raw, real and relevant on my own . . . with everyone from political parties, to government agencies, to agenda funding emigrants from other countries, either wanting to use my blog and its large following and readership, for their own purposes, or to silence me, when I comment on positions that are foreign to what they want said on a blog with over a billion readers, on any given day . . . aside from the money connected with this blog, which I don't get, there is the Power Aspect, That I Fucking Love!  And due to that power, which is envied, coveted, borrowed, supported, hated, and despised, thus, I have a target on my back, head, heart, and about anywhere, that could cause me grief, pain, misery, and hurt me, up to and including, assassination!

Blog Control . . . No Sleeper Cells, No Guest Writers, My Educated Views, and the First Amendment!  Let Free Speech Rule the Day, But With Caution!

One day, while I was staying in Las Vegas, Nevada, basically on the run, from some entity or another, I had gone dancing at my favorite dance club, the Blue Martini, which is a mini-dating mecca, and UN in and of itself, with Vegas drawing money, power, glitz, glamour, gambling, girls, girls, girls, entertainment, etc., and a worldwide gathering place, but I have had Palestinians, Jews, Pakistanis, Republicans . . . LOL, try to pick me up, and persuade me, much like the honey trap methods of the CIA, FBI, and other world spy agencies, but I don't have the training, to either get information, or to disperse information that would benefit, these particular groups of people, with their own bent on political views; therefore, I am operating in a cloak and dagger world, operating like Ms. Magoo, if you remember the old cartoon!  Blissfully walking along, stepping on black cats, walking under shaky ladders, without glasses, handicapped, but without a care in the world and magically making it to my destinations!  

I saw a book on the shelves at the shelter, Mystery, I am sure to the people who want my scalp, yes, Indians too, they wonder, who I am able to avoid all the death traps!  Song on . . . I picked a bad time to be in love!  LOL!  Yeah, I would say that sweetheart . . . Oh, the point I was trying to make, is that while in Vegas, I watched an FBI or I.D. Network, True Crimes episode, at the same time, this Christian Jew, from Israel, was hitting on me, trying to take me out, wanted to marry me, along with his terrorist cousins, Palestinians, mixed bag of guys together, but, as I listened to this program about some radio talk show host, who was very popular and had a large listening audience, was contacted by local, I believe, American Palestinians, and wanted him to present their views of the Israeli/Palestinian conflict in the Mid-East, and he would not, so they killed the guy!  I was suppose to have a date with this Christian Jew from Israel, and was looking forward to it, but I made short shift of that date, after thinking that I am probably tapped into some secret terrorist cell here in America, who is going to kill me tonight on the date if I don't use my blog to promote their propaganda!  

I cancelled the date, not due to anything, but fear!  Anyway, as I was walking on the way here, there was a stencil on the ground that said, Dispatrol, I am not sure what that means, but I am going to interpret it to mean, since I just left the happy cowboy cops, the mounted patrol, that the local ladies are doing their jobs, and keeping the testrostem crowd of cops, under control, and I don't need to do more than the Colorado Legislature is already doing, passing 6 bills to reform cops, with 4 that didn't make it, and locals taking on the message of Prez. O, that we need to do more than send cops into our cities, that are dilapidated, run down, crime ridden, and challenged, and expect them to just do crowd control, we need to really fix issues that have plagued Ferguson, Baltimore, and other cities across the country . . . with someone writing about the condition of down town Durango, issues of paint, sweeping sidewalks, and other things, like jobs, opportunities, education, gardens, etc. . . . we need a holistic approach to problems in cities, and not make cops the scapegoats, that was hard to say.  LOL!  Just kidding . . .

Iron Horse Bicyclist Classic, Kids From 12 to 5 Years of Age . . . Everything I Love, Mountains, Families, Fun, Sunshine, and Love, Going on this Morning in Durango!  And colors, colors, colors . . . Ma, Pop, and Kids in Bike Outfitting!

What a great morning, sunshine, clouds, cool weather, but warm too, with the weather, undecided as to what it was going to do, the gorgeous mountainscapes, a back drop, to tons of kids, parents, volunteers, cheers, colors, bikes, helmets, strange animals, leading the kids, on bikes, several times around the race tracks, downtown Durango, Coca Cola stands, music, MCs, signs over the finish line, RAGE THE TRAIN, fun crowds, sparkly cops, with cowboy hats on, smiles, parents watching their kids, who, just yesterday competed in the adult Iron Horse Race, from Durango to Silverton, following the routes of the Historic Railroad Line, Durango to Silverton, with a special double smoke stack, that train owners brought in for the Memorial Day Weekend, the race, and to honor our military vets, who, I think got to take the train free, with their families?  The owner of the train, said that this will be part of this weekend celebration, every year from now on . . . wonderful, lovely, and great family entertainment, there is love in this town, I feel it!  In fact, as I saw parents and kids, interacting, cheering, raising children up on their shoulders, sharing a sport, they can all do together, I thought back to Sundays, with my own children, pushing them to get dressed, to give a talk in church, having them sit quiet, and listen to speakers they didn't give a rat's ass about . . . and wondered, what my relationship would have been if we did this type of activity together?  Heaven on earth?  Not that I would dis-religion, because, I love it, or rather love, God, Jesus and his teachings, but I could have still done that, and many do?  Who knows, no formula for a successful family, nor love between parents and children, but this seemed a great way to spend a Sunday, especially as parents competed yesterday in the big people's race, where I am sure that some of these bikers kids, watched mom and dad, and cheered their parents on, and now the tables were reversed and the parents, cheered for the kids! 

I guess the Iron Horse race between Durango and Silverton, was won by a kid, relatively speaking, who competed against legend bikers, 40 years his senior.  But, hey, don't feel bad, I guess this same kid, now a phenomena in the biking world, biking among legends, also beat Lance Armstrong, when he was 16 . . . gotta love, the new generation, bucking to take the reigns from the baby boomers and gen xers, and doing a damned good job of it, as evidenced yesterday . . . they want to lead . . . it's getting time!  As I see my own daughter, and maybe my son, going to law school, I can't wait, getting tired of fighting daily, to turn the relay race baton, running the good race, over to good hands, that will stand on my shoulders, just like these little bikers today, carrying the values of their parents, into the next generation, being well breed, well taught, and tutored by loving parents, in the ways of truth, righteousness, law, health, sport, and whatever . . . what a great day!  Thank YOU!  What a beautiful morning . . . and then some!

Maybe Compromise is Right . . . NSA Sunsets in U.S., Putin Allows Prosecutors to go after those Who threaten Constitution, Defense and Security, While Ireland, Highlights Love as the Heart of the World!

What a great and magical place this world is . . . we can learn, watch, enjoy, teach, share, and envision, a world, with varying ideas, that might make our lives, as members of the species, safer, smarter, more humanitarian, more kind, more peaceful and loving, with nations serving as 193 laboratories of social justice, change, laws, visions, scientific experiments, social engineering, until we can all come to a higher standard of living, with all of us, getting more and more connected, less war-like, and willing to work things out, resolving things through diplomacy, rather than blood-shed, war, revolt, and revolution, unless it is the revolution of love and peace!  Interesting comparisons, systems, can't say what is good or bad, until the jury is in, as to what works and doesn't work.  No one country has a corner on the market of good and evil, they all have both, some less than others, and who is to say, only history will tell the stories of this world, and what worked and didn't work, glad some are willing to step up and make a difference, leave their footprints on this earth, for generations to come to survive, breath, live and love, shining on!  All we can do is try . . . scrap the bad, and return, keep and defend the good!

This morning there was an article, focusing on the alleged conflict or challenges in international relations between the U.S. and Israel, after the rough road lately, nuke talks, visits, elections, and dealing with crisis in mid-east . . . and I loved the way Pres. O, responded, and said something to the effect, that the conflict was over-rated, and the U.S. would always have Israel's back, but friends tell friends what they need to hear, not what they want to hear . . . with regard to making that area of the world safer, in whatever it takes, whether Israel likes it or not.  The world is well aware of what happened to the Jews and the challenges they still face, and we are not going to let it happen again, but in return, Israel, can't expect, that friendship means dissing every other country, to excluding their existence and right to life, forget it, there are competing interests, and one country doesn't get all the benefits and none of the compromises, where everyone gets something and everyone gives up something!  Compromise is the way to resolve these pressing international and national issues!

Reaching Across the Isle, Politically, Getting Easier and Easier!  Putin's Use of the Word, "Undesirables" Should Be Used Here Too!

I would define, political undesirables, as anyone, who threatens the constitutions, defense and security too, but understanding that going for freedom and security, you will end up with neither one, thus echoing the quote made by Senator Rand Paul, in his hour long, not quite a filibuster, but damned near close, when he said, We should never give up our rights for a false sense of security.  He was making reference to the NSA, metadata programs, that have failed to show that it has ever stopped a terrorist attack, but it has demonstrated over and over again, the violation of citizens' rights, through spying on Americans!  It is ironic, that fellow Republican, Chris Christie, was critical of Senator Paul, in his interpretation of what is and is not desirable, as far as national security goes, and what we should and should not be doing.  I believe that this is where we should be as a nation, with the Constitution being our guide, and people of both sides of the political isle, closely on one side or the other of issues, and not in lock step with the whole fucking party, Democrat or Republican . . . Congress represents very diverse and different political landscapes, with constituents differing from one county to another, within their own states, with 50 shades of Republicans and 50 shades of Democrats, but while close on somethings, should not be light years apart, given the Constitution, as a compromise originally, being in the middle, leaving people just right or just left of the middle, as a touch stone, not extremely divergent, as to seem like they are from different planets!

There was a funny cartoon, by Skilly, in the local newspaper this morning, and it showed the Capitol Building in Washington, D.C., in the background, a woman sitting on a bench, reading a newspaper, that had the headline, Airbag Recall, with her looking wantonly into space with the caption, If only . . . as two bloated, suited, blow hard's, one with Congress written on his brief case, leaving D.C. for Memorial Day celebrations in their home states . . . LOL!  However, I do believe that things are changing, instead of being the do nothing Congress of the last 6 years, debates are starting to take place, issues raised, and business as normal is being challenged, and Congress is starting to take their proper role, as the law makers, and a branch of government, that has a critical duty that can't be abdicated to the President, who is more than willing to take, or to the Supreme Court, making up the judiciary and the executive branches . . . it is a power thing, meant to be a balance of power, with three branches keeping each other in check!  

Now that having been said, let me go on to my next point . . .  

No One Political Party Has a Corner on an Issue!

Just today and yesterday, I was reading both news, catching up on the news that was available, and first there was a U.S. Senator from Colorado, who was proposing that birth control should be made available as an over the counter drug, at local stores . . . good idea!  Planned Parenthood, traditionally liberal, connected with more Democrats and their pro-choice leanings, is suspicious of the Senator, thinking that he is wanting this to undermine the ACA, or the Affordable Care Act, Obamacare, most noted, and think that he has some sinister plans to make woman, who are now covered for birth control, pay twice, once at the counter and once through insurance.  Now, wait just a minute here, the pill has proven, over years, since about 1969 to be a reliable form of birth control, and Planned Parenthood, distributes the pill, for a minimal cost to patrons of the organization.  Here we have a great opportunity to make the pill convenient, affordable, and available, without going to a doctor or Planned Parenthood Clinics to get, something, that both sides can agree on, lowering the level of abortions, through prevention, and the pill!  This is like Planned Parenthood, cutting off their nose to spite their face!  Stop being suspicious of political leanings that are starting to see the wisdom in taking control of reproduction, and thus giving women choices, while lowering the abortion rate, a a win/win compromise and solution!

I seriously, don't think anyone, would prefer abortion to birth control, but if a woman needs to fight, disclose to her employer, or apply for insurance to cover her birth control, that may be prohibitive, and stop her from getting the protection she needs or may delay her reproductive care, taking the position, that human beings are wired for sex . . . and both Republicans and Democrats participate in this sport and enjoyment, probably equally!  If we take a holistic approach, looking more and nature, or a secular arena, in government and making our laws, which is what the founding fathers tried to do, being much more religious than we are today, putting their religion aside to make laws for both religious and non-religious persons, respecting freedom of religion or freedom from religion, looking for personal perfection, rather than forcing our views on others, and respecting their right to worship or not worship as they will!  That goes for reproductive health, smart people prepare, plan, take charge, and need access, and that may not always be going to a doctor, when the pill has been approved for decades.  Business as usual, is making people go to a doctor, to say, okay, now you can get on the pill!  Or having to rely on Planned Parenthood to do an exam before giving women the pill . . . let women grow up, take charge, be responsible, as men should too, and control their own lives, destiny, careers, and children.  People who use birth control, or even get abortions, go on to have children later, when life, love and security are available, making for better mothers, and more loved children, happier dads and families!

As, Senator, Ellen Roberts, (R. Durango) who I want to thank for working on bills for cop reform, but now being criticized by people for being both pro-choice and in favor of a bill to make a fetus of personhood status, for the sake of mothers who loose babies, due to domestic violence with the target the baby, or pimps, getting rid of prostitutes as a sex commodity, wanting to get rid of a pregnancy, to keep the figure and the possibility of profits, by beating the woman to get rid of the fetus, which may be her ticket out of human body trafficking . . . we need to think more sophisticated, and people who can, who have what appears to be positions that are politically opposing, when you look at the arguments, are really spot, dead center, right on!  We need to allow for diversity of thinking, hybrid thinking, within our own parties, and reach across the isle with people of different parties, seeing complexities, paradoxes, and paradigm shifts that are really just better thinking than the old black and white, Republican/Democrat positions!  Being human, is complicated!  At best, let's make laws that reflect that complexity!

Fun, Finish . . . Is Cycling the New Golf?

That is a debate that was taken up in the newspaper, as cyclists, take to the hills, in commradary and challenge of biking the 47 miles between Durango and Silverton, in the Iron Horse Cycling Race, yesterday, with many, seeing golf, that was originally taken up by professionals, as a way to both exercise and handle business in a more recreational way, while walking and talking on the golf course around the country.  Well, now, you have cyclists telling professionals, in this health conscious part of the country, that you will get more cardiovascular exercise biking than playing golf and it will cost you about the same, but not wanting biking to take on the elitist label, dividing the masses, like golf, that has become a class sport.  Some biking enthusiasts, disagree with any comparison, finding little to compare between golf and cycling.  Now the thing that I like about playing golf, is that I can talk for an entire, generally, hour and a half, and have a captive partner, who shares my golf cart with me, if not the other pair in the foursome.  Where, if I have to extend more cardiovascular effort, while biking, I am sure that I cannot, bike and talk at the same time, I would have the breath, and I have to keep up with my buddies, on other bikes, being maybe in front of me, cutting through wind and air patterns that would help me cycle faster, but not necessarily carry on a better conversation.  Now, the biker fans said that they are going to have more activities . . . like what?

I think, that golf, is kind of lazy man and woman's sport, if you are lucky, and your game goes as planned, you get to ride, exert no effort, other than to get out of the cart, hopefully, only about 4 times on a 4 par, and 3 times per hit, on a three par, which is generally not the case, and sometimes, i may have 12 hits per a 4 par, hiking through the rough, wading in knee deep water, looking for my Titlist ball, lost in the deep of the pond or water hazard, or if you are on the 16th or 17th hole, down in St. George, at Sunny Brook Golf Course, if memory serves, you tee off from a hill, and have to land on an island, which is not much bigger than the green itself!  And you have a water hazard, completely surrounding the flag and pin!  So, swimming may be a necessary part of this game, rivaling the dreaded Iron Man, made up of part, cycling, swimming and running!  LOL!  

When I was first married, I wanted to be a pro golfer, a two week sex filled marriage, followed by a sexless pregnancy, two weeks later, kind of dampered my spirits, that morning sickness kind of changed plans, but a big belly improved my game by forcing me to keep my arms stgaight while teeing off . . . but, having loved the game since I was in junior high and being pretty darned good at it, even impressing the two guys, who were forced to be in me and my husband's foursome, on our golf part of our honeymoon, in St. George and later, in Vegas, during Thanksgiving break, while student hubby, had a few days off, were impressed that my husband got his new bride to play golf . . . he said, I didn't teach her to play or get into golf, she got me into it!  LOL!  They were impressed and shocked, a female golfer?  Really?  Like I said, best way to prepare to be an attorney too . . . five male golfers, at the Utah Attorney Generals Office, raced to St. George to steal me away from the county attorney, but really just used that as an excuse to get on the golf courses, and to get me on a course to check out my credibility and see if I was lying on my job application, hit a worm burner on the first tee, as my boss, Mark Nash, sliced his tee off shot, and hit the condos behind him, while we were at a conference in Huntington Beach, for a prosecutors' training . . . nice job, never should have left it, up the down staircase!  But, Mark's comment was priceless, he said, well, now we have that first hit over and we both suck!  LOL!  No, I just hadn't played for a while, and killed the next few shots, and after 10 domestic violence trainings, hitting the golf course after each training, I could beat all the boys, attorney, cop, and social worker!  LOL!

I am a hack cyclist and want to get better.  But a few years ago, after being diagnosed to die, and giving up my driver's license in Utah, for about 9 years between 2000 to 2009, I periodically rode a bike and loved it. I think I was riding my niece's bike, Shelley's daughter, Alex, kind of a mix between a road bike and a mountain bike and loved it!  I would ride all over the place and come home, wanting to ride more, and would cruise down to the nearest parking lot and even ride around in circles, feeling the cool summer nights, the wind in my hair, and digging life, with a freedom that walking can't give you.  I hope to become more familiar with biking, but, I don't think one sport needs to compete, nor necessarily prohibit the other, they are both, kick ass fun!  One of the interviewees, made the statement that biking is harder than golf or more dangerous, not necessarily, you haven't seen two very competitive attorneys, me and Mike, down on Angel Golf Course in Vegas, competing during the game as we did in undergraduate school, both being Outstanding English Students and Honored Humanities Recipients, graduating with a mere .044 GPA difference, racing across the golf course, when I challenged Mike, who was driving the other cart, LOL! And, I insisted that my daughters, both learn how to golf, taught the sons too, but really wanted to make sure the girls knew how to golf, and see it worked, Greta is going to law school!  But, Greta, was golfing with her boyfriend, while in the Navy, and he tipped over the golf cart on her knee or leg, and she has contemplated getting knee surgery, even 20 years later . . . I don't know if I would call, golf a blood sport, but there are hidden dangers, like stupid boyfriend drivers, and competitive, attorneys, breaking all the rules of golf ettiquite!  LOL!  I just know golf better than cycling, but I can alway recreate myself!  I still have time!

Last time I came to Durango, a month ago, I was asleep, and missed the scenery . . . Holy Shit . . . the San Juan Mountain Range, 2,000 feet higher than Montana Mountains!  Rugged, Jagged, Awesome, Beautiful, Gorgeous . . . No corner on beauty . . . all over God's Green Earth!  The local San Juan Mountain Association is Having Something?  Check it out . . . I rushed to breakfast, so look up the info in Newspaper!

HOT ROD--HOT COMMODITIES, KISS OF THE SPIDER WOMAN, WINDS OF FATE . . . IF IT FEELS THIS GOOD BEING USED, JUST KEEP ON USING ME, UNTIL YOU USE ME UP! LOL! I JUST HAD A GREAT HOT CROISSANT BREAKFAST SANDWICH, AT ROASTERS EXPRESSO & SUBS, IN GRAND JUNCTION, COLORADO . . . ON MY WAY TO DURANGO--I THINK ME & COLORADO, POLITICALLY MIGHT BE A BETTER MATCH OR MIX THAN MONTANA, THAT WILL REMAIN TO BE SEEN, IT IS AN EARLY MATCH . . . NICER COPS, MEANER LEGISLATURE! LOL! LAST TIME I WAS IN DURANGO, THE COPS HAD AN ETHICS PRESENTATION & TRAINING, AND THEY LET ME ATTEND--NICE GUYS! UNCONSCIONABLY NICE FOR COPS! LOL! I HAVEN'T BEEN FOLLOWING THE NEWS, SO I AM NOT SURE WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE PATRIOT ACT, WHETHER IT WILL BE LEFT UNFUNDED, AND SUNSET, GOING AWAY, OR IF IT WILL BE FUNDED AND WE THE PEOPLE HAVE TO DEMAND, A DISTINCTION BETWEEN CITIZENS & TERRORISTS, DEMANDING THAT WE GET OUR CIVIL & CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS! LAST WEDNESDAY, SENATOR RAND PAUL, SPENT 10 OR MORE HOURS TRYING TO STEM OFF THE VOTE ON THE HIDEOUS ACT, BEING USED AGAINST US, ME, IN PARTICULARLY OR ANYONE WHO VOICES A CONVINCING OPINION ABOUT GOVERNMENT ISSUES, IN AN OPEN FORUM. GUESS WE WILL JUST HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE, MAYBE WE WILL KNOW AFTER MEMORIAL DAY, WHEN CONGRESS RECONVENES . . . WE ARE APPROACHING THE CELEBRATION OF THE GRATEFUL DEAD! LOL!

It's Saturday, We Need Some Fun . . . Hot Rod Movie, Reminded Me of Mr. James Kennedy!

The other day, or rather night, I had a 7 hour layover, in Butte, Montana, at the bus terminal, the scene of the crime, Kennedy, so peacefully sleeping, lips parsed, perfectly separated, kissable, body relaxed in a dream state, with me wondering if I should take advantage of him or not, worried, that he might, waken a beast, rather than the beauty of a man he is . . . just because I trash someone on my blog, doesn't mean that he will forever be removed from my mind, especially, when I am in the town, with no other choice, all roads lead to Butte, in Montana, when riding the bus, where I met the man, who caught my eye and entertained my heart, for a while, and at times does again, off and on . . . but, there was this corny teen movie on called, Hot Rod, and the kid, who played the lead role, reminded me of the Kennedy that appeared after all the scamming chick lines he could employ and use on me, with no avail, but at least making me know he was interested, and not only interested, but actually actively pursuing me, more like a 9th grader with a crush on the prom queen, than, the bad ass biker, mountain man he is, or I think he is.

I only got to see the first half hour or so, and the part that reminded me of him, was, his boy like crush on the neighbor girl, and the actor's physique, somewhat reminded me of James' who is in perfect physical fitness by all appearances, wondering how that is possible, since all he chugs down in the morning is a shit load of coffee, and he tops that off with cigarettes, or pot, since we are in Colorado, I can say it without getting him in trouble, but, in Montana, he should not be smoking the stuff!  I always error on the side of safety, especially, because a false move, given my history with the cops, might mean the death penalty for me! LOL! Hell, I don't even need to commit a crime, for the cops to want my head on a spear to parade around the nation!  So, I will pass . . . don't like it anyway, but defend your right and Kennedy's right to do what he wants with his body . . . he is free, male and over the age of 21!  Do what you want, but, as your attorney, only do it in Colorado, Washington, and Washington, D.C.!  Don't want to have to defend your sorry asses!

My Greatest Flaw in Love . . . Something Psychologists Call Projection

I have the bad habit, of taking my noble, impeccable, and admirable, character traits, such as in my commitment to the oaths I take, like in marriage, defending, protecting and preserving the U.S. and whatever state I happen to be in, Constitutions, at whatever personal, private, and professional risk, effort, and cost. And as a result, whatever man of the moment, that I am interested in, acts like a looking glass to me, and rather than taking the man at face value, for exactly what I see him doing, I tend to take him, them and create them in my own image.  Does that make sense? Since I am loyal, committed, faithful . . . not that we have a relationship of any merit, and probably never will, the principles are the same, but I am faithful, for the most part or as far and as long as I can, and if I will stray, I divorce, breakup, or leave first, rather than betray some one's trust, they have in me.  That goes for the professional arena too.  I picture, Kennedy, much in the same light as I do myself, risking all fates, temptations, like a money bribe, or a promise of a hotter version of me, if that were possible, LOL, and love would conquer all, exposure to death, fire, and wrath of peer groups, doing what we all took an oath to do, without exceptions!

However, I am an idealist, and the Constitution is an ideal, that we have yet to reach, as I witnessed in the statements from a wonderful, 97 year old black man, who has not only succeeded in conquering prejudice, although, he said, he has been fortunate, given the time period he has lived in between 1918 when he was born, and up to the present time, not only going to an Ivy League university, getting a master's degree, and working as an engineer, all over the world for large and successful companies, being the envy of many a white man, who claimed all along his pathway to success, that due to the color of his skin, he could not succeed or get the promotion, the job, the education, or the raises that he did, with the white crackers, doing all in their power, to stop his clawing and scratching his way to the top of the fields he worked in.  One his first job, the boss said, I can't hire you, you are black . . . he said, no, I am brown, and putting his skin up next to something that was truly black, he said, now that is black and I am brown!  The boss hired him, because he was such a smart alack!  I asked him when he retired, and he said, three weeks ago!  The boss valued him so much, and kept him long beyond retirement, until he finally threw in the towel and said he didn't function the way he used to, and quit, at age 97!  The boss still tried to keep this man, he had so much respect for, and had nothing but total trust in, a rare commodity now days!

No Excuses for Failure . . . If So . . . Let Me Help You!  

He lived in all white neighborhoods, that were very wealthy, and many people, his neighbors, like a rich brain surgeon, informed him when doing his lawns and flower gardens himself that he needed to have servants to do that for him . . . so he hired the best and the brightest landscape architects, and put the rest of the hood to shame, with the neighbors, complaining about that too!  LOL!  He had such a good attitude, and he spread it to a young man, he met in the bus terminal . . . told him the keys to making money, and said if the young man, didn't find the job he wanted and some semblance of success, where he was going, to come back to him, in Las Vegas, and he would actually put him into some type of educational training, college or something and make a success of him!  Awesome!  I guess he and his wife are of the Pentecostal Faith, and he said they both live very comfortable, but any money, beyond their basic living expenses, he donates the surplus to the church or some other good cause, and he has already set up three college funds, for three young people in his church!  So cool . . . and his wife, each week, goes around to the grocery stores, and gathers all the food, that has an expired date, some that haven't yet, also, and brings them to set at the church for people in need . . . she is 67 years old, and they are both still serving, loving, sharing, and making great contributions to the world.  It was fun talking to him for 5 hours, through the night and getting ideas, and being inspired by his great life, and seeing him, look a good 20 years younger, with health, vitality, and goodness, truly someone worth emulating!

You Need to Not Only Be Educated, But Learn to Manipulate Your Education or Learning--Application of the Concept of Projection

This man, was raised in Michigan, in a family of 11, 9 kids, and he said he never even heard of the concept of money, currency, until he was 7 years old, and some man told him about money!  And he said he started making it from that point forward, saying, I can do that.  By age 10 he was making more money than his father, who told him, if he didn't get control over his attitudes, he could just pack up his stuff and leave!  All done tongue in cheek, of course, but he took the lawn clipping from grass, gathered it up from all the neighbors, in a little wagon, and took it over the the white section of town, said he was never discriminated against, nor sent away, and sold it to them for filling for their chicken coops, giving the chickens, their eggs and chicks, a softer bed to lay in and for the people to gather the eggs from, rather than the harder hey.  He sold copies of Life and Post magazines to the rich white folks, and had a hopping business, like I said, making more than his father, who mainly did bartering for what the family needed.  He said, a person can always create a service, a product, or something of value, that other people will need, use, and buy!

Just a note on money, this man has made in his prime, upwards to millions in a two year period with his own company . . . but after all that, he says anything beyond his needs he gives away, and each week, he has his wife, give him only $16 just to have some cash in his hands!  And he said, in most weeks, he is unlikely to even spend that!  I think if money is your goal, you are chasing the elusive butterfly, but if you do what you love, you will always love what you do, and the money just seems to come naturally.  Transitioning, to the personal relationship realm, let's go forward to the application or the manipulation of knowledge or learning. But first, a note on education, out of the 9 children, from very poor roots, living during Jim Crow laws of separate but, equal, 6 of his sisters, got Ph.Ds and three taught at colleges!  Their mother didn't even know how to read and write!  I can see where he gets his attitude, that there is not excuse to do something other than succeed, make money and get ahead in life, because if any family, kids, had an excuse for facing challenges, his family could!

The Only Problems with One of These . . . Is They Think, They Need One of These!  Pointing to Women, Having to Have a Man!

This was the opening statement, in a communications class, I had, at Weber State University, as a communications minor, English major, and having been married at that time for about 12 years, so, at the time, that, proudly didn't apply to me or my situation; however, times change, and sometimes we chose to go into the wild, jungle or the mature, if it can qualify, landscape of the older dating scene and all its follies, pitfalls, and extremes!  This phase that some of you will go through, or are in, or see your parents go through, is not for the faint of heart.  Like I have previously said, James Kennedy has been married 6 times and me, 4 times . . . so, you can only imagine the personal baggage, and psychological burdens, that both of us face, by ourselves, but together, shit, could we ever even have a chance?  And this is all hypothetical, because I have not seen, talked to, or met up with the mountain man, for a while, and my never again . . . but, at times it makes life more fun to have an object of my emotions and affections, regardless of reality . . . that has never seemed like a condition for random loving for me, remember, I am an idealist!

I was married to my first husband, the father of my four children, for roughly 15 years.  And about every 5 years or so, I get this weak thought, that I need one of those, men!  LOL!  And Mr. Kennedy, came along, at just about the 5 year mark since my last marriage, so it is time for stupid me, again, to fall to the idea, that it might be nice to share my life with someone, sit by a fire, hold hands, watch a sunset, but when I do get hitched, that need dissipates, and my need for freedoms, starts to replace those cozy little feelings, and the call of the wild, beckons me!  I have a romantic attention span of about 18 months, and then, something takes over, and I fly the coop!  My need for nesting, comfort, security, and even a committed love, just kind of up and walks away.  Now, I am not a good example in this area, and people wonder how I can be so smart in the law, and so stupid in personal relationships . . . I haven't figured that one out yet.  The one thing that gives me thought, and reason with James, is he is about a wild as I am, and as in algebra, two negatives might make a positive!  LOL!  But, again, it may not, so, it is a flip of the coin, if I ever see him again, but I am at least curious enough to check it out, or at least I think I would be willing?  But is he, and where is he, is he still alive? 

The question still remains, is he who I am projecting him to be, like I did with my last four lovers, husbands, and whatever?  Or, am I letting his brutal good looks, cloud my vision, and mind, making him, merely a figment of my imagination . . . I really don't know him all that well, he could be just a shell of a man, with nothing but looks and that would never work for me.  Or again, he could be deep, learned, and someone that I would adore?  I guess that is the fun of discovery . . . just keep the projections out of the relationship and see the man for who he is, standing alone, free and unfettered by your personality and character.  We tend to think that since we are honest, they are honest, because we love them, they surely must love us, or because we are smart, and they have 9 years of post-graduate education behind them, that they are telling the truth, or that is makes them smarter than the average man, that is somewhat lacking in my mind, thoughts and heart, real or not!  Extrapolate yourself out of the equation, deal with what you see, because that is what you are going to get.  Much like a criminal case, or a situation, judge the man or woman, men on facts, evidence, experience, and exposure, through manipulating the situation to reveal the real person, not the one you want them to be!  With the Kennedy name, there is a lot of expectation, both by way of good in a political sense, but not so good, in a personal sense . . . Kennedy men?  I wish I could ask Marilyn?

Hot Rod and the Good Traits, Through Evidence, Experience and Facts

Unlike most women, I have to factor in the government factor, that this person may not be who they say they are, or who they look like they belong to, and that their motives are noble and beyond reproach, or devious, dastardly, and contrary to your best interest, whether in a relationship or not, like they are there to assassinate you, that handsome Mr. 24, who is nothing more than bait, to lure you into a vulnerable situation, leaving you open to things, places, and events that may not be in your best interest, and better, had they never been presented, with huge, and horrible consequences . . . always possible, you are an assignment, an experiment, a lab rat to be tested, watched and later sacrificed in the name of science, the government, or national security!  But, at least at first, this didn't seem to be the case with Kennedy, he genuinely, and I felt it, the lost ring thing, early impressions . . . but, he seemed authentically interested, cool, easy, and if I was assigned to clean the tables after the crew at the Butte Rescue Mission ate, he was helping me, putting up chairs, or if reading scriptures, he seemed to know them, or he would wait, like the guy in the movie, who had a crush on the next door neighbor and wait for me, pretending to be shoveling the sidewalks, and just happened to be out, when I would get back from writing my blog at the library or somewhere.

The gals who would pay attention to all the little things going on at the Mission, would notice, that James, always, looked in the door, for where I was sitting, and then, never failed, to go up and pull up a chair, near mine, pulling my chair closer to his . . . I dug that, miss it, and felt that was real.  I could feel, that the closer we got, the more he was at risk, of getting hurt, or paying for just simply liking me, and felt I should have left weeks or at least days earlier, so he didn't suffer the fate of other guys, who dared like me . . . sad as that sounds, when you deal in the level and power of the guys I was with, they had the power to put the hurt on him, just for looking at me, not that they wanted me, they just didn't want him with me.  I had hurt them and they knew, that it was much harder to hurt me personally, than to hurt someone I cared about, which would hurt me more, so the weapon of choice, is to go after the heart throb, hurt them, or condition me to leave them.  I know, that when I left, the day, I knew, that ears other than mine and his, heard the sweet somethings we whispered, he would be hurt if I didn't leave, which I did, often being in denial, until it was too late, not this time . . . I left, you can only remain in ignorance or bliss, and then it becomes your fault, well, not really, but whether you like it or not, that is just the way it is.

Terms of Endearment

One time, I saw James come out of the men's dorm, before me, until he saw where I was, and he actually, went back downstairs, and came up again, acting, nonchalant, and just happened to always hit me at just the right time, but I loved it, that little bit of attention, that someone like me would appreciate.  I loved the intense way he would actually listen to what I had to say, as far as his broken leg, and remedies, that might help.  I told him to drink more milk and not just coffee, at dinner that night, he not only got a drink of milk, he took the whole gallon, and downed in, right in front of me . . . that shows he cared what I had to say, and valued the in put, which is cool.  I told him to do rotation exercises to keep the flexibility in his ankles, showing him, what to do, and he took it to heart.  My first husband, the things I said to him the first week, were the same things I would have said after 15 years, just didn't seem to give a shit, while being a cool guy and a good man.  James always made sure I had Diet Coke money, shared what he had . . . just little things, but the things that make so much difference in a relationship, doing something right!  He proved, not in a huge way, that he cared about what I said, and what I thought.

One time, James found a blanket, somewhere, that he wanted to clean for his tramp camp, and he had washed the blanket, and asked me, assuming I do something, other than throw my clothes away, and get a new roll of Walmart underwear, once in a while, asked me, where to put the fabric softener, in the washing machine . . . I hadn't done wash, since I bought new washer and dryer, for my Parowan house, in 2012, when they started chasing me non-stop between, Utah and Montana.  I told him, I didn't know, and I really didn't; I believe, someone else told him where to put the softener, it may be in the wash cycle, shows you what I remember!  LOL!  Wrong gal to ask, but, that's me.  Somehow, James figured it out, and after the blanket got out of the wash, I think, he came in just like a little kid, all excited at how clean he got the blanket!  He held it up, showed me the blanket from all sides, and mentioned that it looked brand new, and it did, but his delight was what was fun, just so amazed that this filthy blanket could get clean . . . I remember, thinking, that is kind of like repentance and what Christ's grace can do for people . . . Jesus, my only hope is in you . . . there is no grave that your love can't resurrect!  I wondered if James saw the comparison?

When I Came Back a Second Time . . . I Could Feel the Hurt!

I left without telling him, I was leaving, first because, I didn't want surveillance picking up what we were saying and where I was going . . . I am at the most risk, when in route to some, undisclosed destination, because, nobody knows were I am 90% of the time, that I care about, but the bad guys who want my ass buried somewhere in the backwoods, do know, but element of surprise gives me an edge and it can't be underestimated . . . and I can't afford to sit and discuss it, or debate leaving, I just do it!  If I had my way, and felt that James was safe, I would never have left his side, ever, with things looking good and digging what was going on, never . . . but I couldn't tell him that, and bear the burden of them possibly killing him, like the others, and he could at least survive the emotional pain and live, but waiting, may cost him his life . . . an he would not even know why!  It took him a week or so after I got back, to even approach me and ask, why I left, his tone, his voice, his mannerisms, and the pain, let me know, it hurt him way more than he was leading on, and that hurt, but was necessary, and so was the second time I left, after he asked me to go to Durango, or suggested it, knowing, that with a third surveillance camera up on the wall, placed there in the last week, they were watching and both of us, not hanging out the way we did before.

We sat across the room from each other and pretended to be almost strangers, after I told him about the other guys who had suffered a fate, way worse than his, which killed me just with that, hated to see, someone so fit, so physical, so high energy, struggle with the broken leg or the wound from the shot, or whatever, and see him be limited in what he could do, knowing he hated the restrictions, the crutches, the awkward leg and foot boot.  I think that may have hurt me, more than he knew, and knowing that it may very well, have been in a connected way, my fault.  They say, in dog bite cases, that each owner gets one free bite, and then from that point after, the owner is negligent and liable for the mean dogs actions.  That is somewhat what I have to deal with, after knowing, and denying the fact that there are ex-husbands, much like O.J. Simpson, who would rather see their wife dead, than have another man with her.  Regardless of whether I agree with what Frank aka Allan, 4th husband from hell, not to mention Brett, and his revenge with Kay, and the girls club, he throws in my face, trying to make me feel bad, by stealing everything that would have been his, had I not left him!  James may even know these guys, if he is who I think he is, could be best friends, associates, buddies, and could have started out with their intents on his mind, but, like both of them, he liked me too . . . could have been eventually paid to leave me alone, or wanted to after he saw the cost, or just moved on . . . too hot to last!  Leaving him the second time, may have just kicked it into the trash can, or he could be a cop with tons of pressure to ditch the witch!  Understandable, but I had good intentions, with him in mind . . . price too high to pay, and under the cops scales, I, a brainiac, pale in comparison to the fake boobs headless Mooseman, LOL, or the alleged charm of Kay, the bald babe, who is worshiped for all my stuff, but they can't stand it when I did all they claimed she did, suffer from amnesia!

Sneaky Looks of Love!  Baseball Cap Miracles!

I did, however, while not getting to sit by James, with surveillance all over, get to sit across the mess hall from him, while I would catch him looking at me, trying not to get caught . . . I would wear a hat, down low over my eyes, and watch him without being detected by him!  I am more sneaky than he is . . . men are like dogs, women like cats.  Cats don't listen to people!  LOL!  I always enjoyed looking at him and catching him, giving me a glance, when he didn't think I was looking, but I always was, pretending not to care!  Spending my time with other people or gone, but thinking of him!  Whatever, days gone by, spilt milk!  Maybe we will get a second chance after the Patriot Act, sunsets!  May be the cops will realize I beat them and let me be with whomever I want to be! 

Check FBI Files . . . All Detectives or Most, Fat . . . Goes with Sitting on Your Ass 24/7 Solving Crimes!

I am fucking 60 years old, compare me to U.S. Attorney  General, Loretta Lynch, careers that fit bodies, very attractive, but put time into brain growth, rather than working out all the time.  Compare the physical level of a P.E. major, compared to an English major . . . compare a flight attendant on her feet all the time serving, those valuable peanuts and Coke to the physical level of an attorney, sitting on their ass, talking to clients, doing research, writing briefs, sitting in court, and driving to court!  Fast food, super size me, but get me to court in time!  Careers that fit . . . all the detectives, with few exceptions, who have been doing cop work and earned that position, sitting around, thinking, rather than being in the field, or giving tickets, like when they were young and beat cops, all are fat!  Careers that fit!  Double standards not welcome!

I have memberships to four gyms, and every time I start to get in shape, they start fucking with me . . . the exercise is not problem, the chasing me out of the city when I start looking like I used to is!  The evidence is on my purse, I have several of the plastic passes still hooked to my purse . . . I slim fast, and they know it, at the Summit, they were on my ass in less than three days, Rachel can't pull of being me, when I am thin, so they have a vested interest in keeping me unrecognizable, there is method to their madness!  Plus, the broken hearts club band, will be more angry at me for leaving them, than they already are!  It is like, just grow up, and leave me the hell alone!  Like I told Allan aka Frank, who told me he had slept with over 800 women and he had never been treated like he had been from me . . . yeah, and you were with bar flies and mall rats, amp it up, buddy, you are with a fucking attorney, and not the average attorney either!  Bit difference, so your little nameless, faceless dreams, might want to put faces on, because just because all women have tits and ass, they are not all of equal value, as far as merit and they are fucking not inter-changeable!

Every Relationship, But Your First, Unless Daddy and Mommy Fucked With Your Brain, Has Psychological Baggage!

I have to remind me, that this is the case with James too, with abandonment issues, with wife issues, previous relationships, but I have been married to the last three men, who were totally out to destroy me, take everything I had, loved, cherished as a means of punishment for their hearts, that I probably didn't care for like I should have . . . we are all the sum total of our relationships to this point and the person has to take all of us!  Wounded warriors in this game of love, are battle weary, cut, bruised, injured, both physically and emotionally, so patience and love, should dictate; however, both parties have to be totally honest and have full and fair disclosure, but me and James never got to get that far, may never get their again.  But, I wish things were different, but I need someone in my court, not against me, it is hard, with me against all the power, guns, surveillance, numbers . . . I am out numbered, by thousands, and am expected to compete, being run ragged, while those taking my place, got a sweet ride on my name, blah, blah, blah . . . it is hard to compete with my best self, working with my battered self, beat up by the statewide battering systems, doing all in their power to take me, not only down, but out!  That is permanently!  So, things are what they are . . . I am committed to teach where I can, correct misconceptions, explain what happened, at least to clear the air.

Now, I Am Going to Durango, Rafting!  Yahoo!

DIXIE MAFIA . . . CAN'T BAN THESE GUNS . . . TORNADOS: A WHIRL WIND OF FLAVOR! PARADE OF TERROR . . . WILD HOGS! JUICE ALIVE, THE JUICE IS LOOSE! CHAIN OF EVENTS LED TO TWO BUS TICKETS, ONE TO BOZEMAN, ONE TO GRAND JUNCTION, LEADING TO DURANGO, COLORADO . . . BOZEMAN TRAIL . . . PROBABLY 6 TO 7 COPS, JOINING ME ON THE BUS! I SHOT THE SHERIFF, BUT I DIDN'T SHOOT THE DEPUTY DOWN! I FOUGHT THE LAW, AND I WON! FRAMING ME, WHEN I DON'T EVEN DARE PICK UP A GUN, GOING TO BE DAMN HARD TO PROVE, GRANTED THEY DON'T JUST SHOOT ME, DENYING ME DUE PROCESS! LOL! GUN & AMMO SHOP, FORMER COPS, GIVE ME A 2600 RUGAR, WHEN I EXPECTED, MAYBE A PICK, SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIAL! THAT COULD KILL SOMEONE . . . THAT IS THE POINT! I'D RATHER TAKE MY CHANCES ON THE RUN, FROM DIRTY COPS! SAFETY IS NOT AN ACCIDENT! I ALWAYS ERROR ON THE SIDE OF SAFETY . . .

Me, A Cop Killer . . . Fat Chance!

Can't Ban These Guns!  A guy just walked by with a grey t-shirt on, with those words on his chest, and to solid black arrows, pointing to his guns or muscles, and in my case, the hands connected to my guns!  I may be an assassin with words, but a far cry from an assassin with guns!   Here is an historical account of my background with guns: (1) when I was a teenager, my father took me out shooting cans with a glock or hand pistol; (2) a church group, once went skeet shooting; (3) first husband, showed me how to operate a rifle, that he put in the corner of our apartment, that I was staying alone in two weeks before our wedding, until he moved in . . . there had been a murder in the apartment complex across the street; (4) second husband, a Vietnam Vet, showed me the automatic weapons he brought home with him after the war; (5) third husband took me skeet shooting and I hit the mark the first shot, but nothing after that; and finally, (6) when I was practicing law, as a criminal defense attorney, after suing the county attorney, narcotics cops, police, sheriffs, the Division of Child and Family Services, adding a judge to that list, I was jealous, when my baby sister of 7 years, Rachel, who was training as a private investigator, had a cop's pistol or glock . . . I told her, I needed one of those!  She also had a badge . . . I would say, that big sister, assassin, or little sister, either in the cops ranks by now, would be much more likely, seeing, they have both been used as a government double, Shelley would need a wig and blue contact lenses, and Rachel a boob reduction, and about 4 inches off her height, would be the ones I would question, sure as hell, not me!  That is a joke!  

Now, if you wanted to charge me with assassinating cops with my blog, that is a possibility, but truth is a defense to any claim of damages or injury, and for public officials, like Scott Garrett, county attorney or sheriffs who are elected officials, who put themselves out to the public, there would be a need to prove, MALICE!  

Standard of Review for Proof . . . Beyond a Reasonable Doubt; With 500+ Blogs, Many of Which Have My Claims and Proof of Sister or Other Doubles, and to Think that Given the Amount of Money Stolen, That a Double Committed the Crime, With A Much Higher Probability to Access, Training and Motive, Prosecutors Would Be Hard Pressed to Prove, Beyond a Reasonable Doubt, That I Committed The Crime, and Was Not Framed, Would Be Near to Impossible!

On the bus, I was sitting next to this chick, and I am sure a cop, after talking to her . . . she used to work with evidence gathering a crime scenes, and chain of evidence of property collected from defendants, suspects and defendants, and she was married to an FBI agent, whom she worked with on cases and was in the same office with!  There were several guys, whom I noticed right off the bat, looking at me, far more searchingly than your average guy, even one that thought I was cute, or even remotely close to their age, and I happened to mention to her, that I believed these two guys were, in fact, on the bus to check out what I am up to and where I am going, if not something more sinister, like a surprise sting op, a hit--after telling her, they put on sunglasses, in the rain, so I couldn't see their eyes, hearing devices on, . . . and just as I said that, God, my Intel man, showed me the sign to confirm that idea, with an actual physical sign, that said, Bozeman Trail, and we were somewhere in Colorado!  Sooooooo . . . yesterday, I tried to purchase a ticket to Durango; however, I was unable to do that, because all routes were de-activated or not in service, which I knew that was a lie or a government block, since they probably had no warning, to set up surveillance or get one of the cover girls to set up the shadow, to cover their asses.  So, as a consequence, I purchased a ticket to Bozeman, thinking that was far enough away, I MIGHT? be safe, cowboy cops there have chased me un-mercilessly before!

After I got back from lunch, the ticket man, maybe agent, who was different than the normal guy, Alex, whom has worked with Greyhound for years, going from Butte to Great Falls, ever since the cops stole my truck, and blew up my car with a pipe bomb, two years ago, January, blocking me from getting a license, after stealing or dropping charges of thieves who do their bidding, or paying people to get in my purse, taking all forms of I.D., with me finally, just barely, with the help of an agency, obtaining my California Birth Certificate, told me, that now, he could get me a ticket to Grand Junction, Colorado, with local transport to Durango!  NICE!  Oh, well, maybe, if they don't want me to go to Durango, they now do, therefore, I will keep my ticket to Bozeman, thinking all the twisted ways some fucked up agent or sister might think!  So, that was the plan, but that changed, after going to the Post Office to mail all my kids a small gift.

FBI Agent, Over-Lord at Post Office!

So, I needed to get to the Post Office to put some packages in the mail, not thinking anything abnormal, nor seeing cops trails or anything.  I start preparing the packages, and putting return address, of only, Montana, under my name, because, I really have no physical address for which to return the packages, should they fail to reach my children, three in Utah and one in Washington, D.C., suburb, Lovetteville, VA.  While I am working on the packages and mailing information, some guy, comes in a butts in line, very easy to think he might be one of the FBI agents, whom many people, over the several times that I have run in hiding to Great Falls, have told me . . . it looked like he was buying time, or trying to take up the time of one of the postal clerks, while the other one was busy with a large mail order.  This guys mail, whatever it was, came up to over one hundred dollars?

By the time I got up to the clerk, there was this very, FBI looking agent, but with a name tag, hooked to it, hanging over his neck, looking very nervous, like he was going to intercept my packages, and my thought, run interference, changing the return address, to one of the doubles, or something like that, but very, very, very anxious, and when the clerk, looked at what I had written as my true return address, just plain and simple, Montana, since the whole state has been my home for the last three years off and on, that is about as honest as any address could be . . . but it was her comment, added to this man's guard and nervous demeanor, that caused me some angst and alarm.  The clerk said, Well, that make the return address easy!  And I remember, a year ago Christmas, when I was at Office Depot, in Kalispell or Evergreen, on the border, trying to electronically put addresses and names on my Christmas packages to be sent out, that some cyber fuck, messed with the return address of mine, leaving me to wonder, who's address they were replacing mine with?  Gotta cover the cover girls, CIA assets!

As, I left, and the clerk made that telling symbolic remark, I, responded by saying, as she gave me the receipt for the use of my debit card, that yes, I wanted the receipt, because, I liked to leave a trace, just in case the FBI murdered me, someone would know the last place I was, to start, looking for the murderer, and I glanced at the agent, who rubbed his nose, the sign and symbol to the surveillance guy, that she nose! The clerk, unaware of the agent, standing over her shoulder, waiting the grab the packages, said . . . well, let's hope not . . . yeah, me too!  And I blasted out the door!

With the hot pursuit, of five individuals, looking for me, all over the Kalispell Regional Medical Center, leaving me no other choice than to hop the free shuttle to Shelby, coupled with a ton of cops, cruising by in unprecedented numbers, a car, being able to find me as I left in the dark, to go to breakfast at the Town Pump, Country Skillet, without being accosted by cops of some flavor, and then the ticket mess, then the Post Office guard, most likely taking the packages, and changing the labels if not the whole package to cover my actual, existence . . . Juice Alive, the Juice Is Loose . . . or rather, I am on the loose without the 24/7 contact orders in place, one slip up, could blow the whole billion dollar theft!  Yeah, Elliot, bass guitarist for God's Revolver, is, in fact, my son, and I was sending him a late birthday present, and my two daughters, Mother's Day presents, as well as my daughter-in-law, since I had no money at the time of the true day of honoring mothers!  My kids know me . . . they know I love them, without presents, but it is always nice to remember them, which I did when I could!  I am far from an estranged mother, like my father, once told someone, after I had talked to all 4 of my children, just that day, what the hell lies were these fuckers telling people?

Actress, Renae Zelwigger's Changed Look . . . Plastic Surgery or Twin?

Coming over to Denver on the bus, the cop chick, was busy talking to, some guys, who very much, appeared to be undercover, and some of her crew.  Some guy, who appeared undercover, sitting by another guy, whom I pointed out to her, as looking very intensely at me, both coming and going from bus stops and bathroom breaks, enough to get my attention, and telling her, before she fully disclosed who she was and her passed employment, later, one guy got off the bus, somewhere near Denver, while another guy got on, both wearing camoflauge, as they all were but the chicks . . . was that a clue of the team?  But, the guy who got on the bus, at the same spot this one guy, who was checking me out, got off, came clear to the back, and sat next to a guy on the back seat, right next to me and the cop chick, with another chick who appeared to be friendly too.  I thought this extremely strange, since there was plenty of seats up more to the front, and we were all at the back, and I just thought it was the guy who got off, seeing they were dressed the same.  I asked the guy, why he moved seats, and he said, I just got on the bus!  Oh, I thought you were the other guy, since you are all wearing the same jackets!  Was this the murder squad the! take down team?

After that, I changed places with the chick, because I just unloaded on her, after she asked me some lame ass question, and after I discovered she was a cop herself, married to FBI or was she FBI herself? and I didn't want to talk to her anymore, before I bit her head off more than I already did.  She had a People Magazine, sitting on her seat, so I picked it up to read it.  And, I noticed this picture of Renae Zelwigger, probably slaughtering the spelling of her name, but they had a before picture and an after picture, with the comments on her looking like a totally different woman.  And the question was, did she have plastic surgery? The thought came to my mind, how close she looked to the before picture, but how totally different too!  I thought, is that how close, Rachel and I look, after I haven't seen her for two years, did she change her hair color to closer to mine, we are sisters, so we look similar, and when I write that she has had plastic surgery on her boobs, is the scanned, DIA, copy changed to her face or my face, changing with people thinking that I just had plastic surgery to explain the differences in our looks, similar, but different, but at least an explanation!  Neither, Rachel, Shelley, Sue, and probably Kay, have any qualms about going under the knife, but I sure as hell do!  I did have guys sneaking around the mall, taking pictures of a new hair style before . . . and once I stopped in on Sue, and the next time I saw her, she was blonde and had the same cut, so I chopped my hair off, to make sure we didn't look the same, and she seemed pissed, and asked me if I didn't need to do my hair that morning, as she failed to have a shower, make-up, but did have my hair!

Baltimore Officers Morale "In the Sewer"

What a bunch of fucking, piss ass babies . . . not that their fellow officers did anything wrong, to justify the charges!  Now, the cops are going to, like a cop spokes person said the other day, just go and do their job . . . isn't that what they were suppose to do?  They are pouting and feel that the mayor and the state's attorney, have thrown them under the bus, as has the U.S. attorney general, by stepping and an investigating their racial profiling, which is, by the way, unconstitutional.  Now we are going to play the babies, and say we are going to do nothing more than our jobs, and we are too scared to take any aggressive approach to our jobs, in fear of being charged with a crime, like the six, who callously, refused medical treatment to a man, locked in handcuffs and leg chains, on his stomach being slammed around the back of a van without restraint, suffering injury from the officers' actions!  Come the fuck on, you dip shits . . . they violated police policy, all standards of care and decency, and had a total disregard for human life!  And you are going to defend this, and cry in your soup?

I have a solution, quit your fucking job, it is obvious, you are not cut out for it, and don't want to do it, if you are lauded as heroes everyday!  There are plenty of people who will take the job, do it without incentives, kickbacks, and total loyalty by mayors, attorneys, and the people, not matter what bull shit they pull, even up to shooting people without cause, and letting them die, in the back of police vans, in their custody . . . who in the hell's fault do you think, Freddie Gray's death was?  It is not as if, he was a man in ill health, about to die from natural causes anyway, and this arrest just exacerbated the situation! Good God!  Get a grip, you have far too long, literally gotten away with murder, corruption, taking drugs and framing people for crimes that didn't commit and protecting, people like my sisters and their co-horts, and these and other cops, who fail miserably at doing their jobs!

GROW THE FUCK UP!  OR GET OUT!

I Guess I Deserve to Die for Saying this with Malice of Forethought . . . Truth is a Defense, Get Over It!  I Call the Shots Like I See Them!

CAN'T BAN THESE GUNS!

P.S., hits/results, back up to 31,100,000 for about 26 seconds . . . so over a billion hits for one blog, on just one search engine, with three different blog names, on one search engine or Google . . . discovered a new version, bad as con law chick!  Really, I am the one writing the shit that you guys are stealing, that happens to be the largest blog in the world!  So, fuck you cheating assholes who can't write shit!  

For, cop, Guy Goodman, who might be helping me, with catching the Mormon Mitt Mafia and their Men in Black, the cop chick, was allegedly going to Albuquerque for surgery or at least cancer treatment, allegedly for a lump in her chest.  She was a cop over property, in Oregon, where I believe her FBI ex-husband she had 5 children with, he has custody, and one of the kids, is another cop's kid.  She was raised MORMON, and he still is a staunch Mormon, their oldest son is going to the police academy!  All in the Mormon family, shows the association for RICO action!  She also, allegedly came from Great Falls; however, I never saw her on the Salt Lake Shuttle, all guys, except me and the chick in front seat with driver!  I didn't see her until Butte, she allegedly had been in Great Falls, visiting a daughter and grand-daughter.  She, maybe, Michelle, told me her name, but I can't remember, but, all the 4 people in the back seat, all seemed to be acquaintances, and I caught her giving them looks, that didn't seem for strangers!

It seemed to me, that the two women and the two men, sitting back by me, with the one guys, seeming to save a place for the last guy, who got on, but they all left the bus together, and none of them ever showed up here again.  Allegedly they had a two hour layover to New Mexico, at least the one chick . . . the others seemed to be either local, one guy, lived about an hour and a half out of Denver, a Marine, a Job Corp graduate, with a girlfriend.  The other chick was married, and may have been local.  Don't know about the other guy, who got on late.  I just noticed, another guy, who was on the bus, about 30 years old, wearing a nice black shirt that looked almost like a chef's shirt, dark hair, lightly a bit over medium build, a bit under buff, but getting there, nice looking . . . I just found him, leaning up against the wall behind me, here at the Denver bus station, and once I turned and noticed him, he took off and disappeared.

There was a black security guard, that looks a bit, too handsome and nice for your average security guard, more FBI or CIA material, and he got on the bus, right as I was getting off.  I was somewhat surprised to see that he had handcuffs, and I didn't notice a gun, but, why on a Friday night, is this guy suddenly gone, and a chick, black, a bit sloppy, is now the security guard here, without handcuffs and what you would expect for someone walking around, just checking for tickets.  I think, he was undercover, struck me as that last time I was here about a month ago.  Nice looking black man, late 20's, early 40's . . . nice Obama hair cut, but without the grey.  LOL!

NSA Cyber Troll Games . . . Steal as You Go, Morph!

• original blog on Google: bad ass con law chick blog
• next, bad ass con law chick blog, so you thought all hits and accounts same, but stolen
• then, after I discovered, that there were actually, while the same, different accounts or blogs, they fixed it, to some extent, but were taking all hits, and put the author on dashboard, bad con law chick blog, but appeared on what you saw, as bad ass con law chick blog
• now the new one, bad as con law chick blog, getting 31,000,000 hits, to the original or my, while still my blog, bad ass con law chick blog, but capping the original blog hits at 220,000!  so the writer, the creator, the one getting the most blogger hits of all times, gets cut to this percentage!
• same pattern on bing, Yahoo--I think, and now, aol!  I am not familiar with more search engines, but I am sure there are more!
• go figure, they are making millions a day off my writings!

Assassin Type Actions . . . Yeah, That Was Cop, Not Security Who Came on the Bus, The Second I Came Off the Bus!

There is a man, who was sitting under the surveillance cameras, who has been watching me for the last few hours, seemed none dissuaded . . . standing by me right now, but he kept walking over to me, standing by me, lurking here and there, I even walked right up to him, stared him in the face, he did seem to be unnerved by my approach.  But as soon as I walked up, stood against the wall, to charge my computer, and to see if he would change, standing by me, walking over and leaning by the trash, and whatever, he did . . . he sat down, not by me, near the surveillance cameras, sitting right under it at 10:30 p.m., you could get the surveillance tapes and see, maybe a hit man, definitely acting strange, and walking toward me right now, up again, trying to intimidate me, not working, about to get security, and rat him out, for stalking me.  Maybe he is someone the FBI is looking for.  As I stared him down while I was writing, he got a bit nervous and walked away!  He is wearing a green hat, sun glasses, a  black coat, with a kind of cowboy cut, beading, or ribbing, thin, tennis shoes, with green souls, black on top and some white, black pants.  He is about 5'6", small build, probably weighs about 150.  He is acting like a hit man, and keep approaching me, when he has access, now he is turning his back . . . think he knows I am writing about him, describing him, so he has his back to me.

And, I think the cop earlier, was to be a double for the security guard, who just showed up, about the same size, tall, about 6'4" or taller, the cop was shorter, but this guy has the normal uniform, the cop was just wearing something dark, that looked almost like a security guard uniform, but was not.  This security guard, showed up a few hours after the other guy left, and has no handcuffs.  I think the cop, maybe, was going to do a bogus arrest or was trying to intimidate, something.  He was here last time I was here!  The other security guard was not.  I do think there has been at least 4 or 5 hit man type guys, but this smaller guy, is totally fearless, until he could tell that I was looking at him and checking out his clothing and writing about him!  Catch you a hit man!  Several here!  He is not looking at me, and is trying to keep up his intimidation, but every time I look at him and write about him, he goes and sits down!  I am over at the tables in front of the Restaurant and Gift area.  He appears to have put his tail between his legs, and, after hours, went and sat down.  The FBI show I am watching, appropriately has an agent named ransom . . . maybe there is a ransom out for his arrest or for mine!  LOL!  Someone told me there was a $10,000 bounty out on me!

Good Luck . . . Hit Man Problem, At Least This Guy Seems Deterred by Me Looking at Him, And Writing!

Backed Down a Hit Man!

Once I stopped typing, this fuck faced asshole came back!  Something is up . . . get the surveillance tapes, it is 10:57 p.m., and the bus is leaving at just after 12:05 midnight!  The guy has a grey goatee, and I would say the guy is about 50 years old . . . hard to say, he has glasses on, the green hat, has a white  or lighter lip on it, the collar of his black coat is beige or tan . . . I started to write again, he went and sat down again, when I was looking at him and writing.  Get this fucker!  Good God, the FBI is suppose to be warning me, if there are hits or life threatening attempt, and I am doing your fucking job for YOU!  Shit . . . do I have to die, you fuckers, before you believe that my life is threatened every fucking minute of every day!  Amazing that I am still alive!  And that is due to my efforts, and you are probably mesmerized by Rachel's fucking tits!  I am here in Denver, get the god-damn, surveillance tapes, for once use is for good, not to fuck me over!

Rachel's Twinning Agent, Starting the Double's Bull Shit!

The hit man is acting like a little intimidating school boy, scared of his own shadow, as I stood, by the women's bathroom, waiting for the custodian to clean the restrooms, and as I was standing there, some, Mormon, clown ass FBI agent, came up to me, typical, older agent, about 50 to 55, blonde, full head of hair, tan sweater, Levi's, tennis shoes, average build, about 6' tall, walks up to me, acting like I would recognize him . . . I am getting less and less patient, and more and more pissed off and don't care if I am nice or not, but he comes up and said, Are you still here?  What?  You've been here a long time.  No, I have only been here since, 5:30 p.m.  He said, Didn't I see you in Missoula?  NO, I came from Great Falls! I think the Fire Department and EMTs came earlier, with a fake call . . . he said, that he didn't know how long, because he was the one who had a something attack, and he had to go to the hospital . . . I didn't say this, but, the rescue undercover shit boys, didn't have anyone on the gurney, and they were walking with an older black woman, out the door, acting like she had something wrong, which she didn't appear to, so this was a bull shit story.  He, lifted up his hands, and shrugged, as if I didn't fall for his bull shit, double, lie, set up and walked into the men's bathroom.

After he came out, he didn't even talk to me . . . and rightly so, I was not in the mood, after dealing with the hit man for the last few hours!  I am listening to an FBI Files, and they are again, talking about dirty cops! This guy looks like the Mitt Mafia, and just as dumb as the clowns running the show.  He went back to his seat, over by gate 4, on surveillance, but after a few minutes, came back like I would be more willing to talk to him . . . as he approached, I didn't say a thing and he shrugged, and acted shocked that I was not the Mormon Muffin, he was used to dealing with, the nice JoAnn, or Joanne!  LOL!  I am so fucking sick of this, that I can't stand it, they think they are so cleaver, and I can see right through their shit!  Some guy just walked passed, and mentioned the name, Brett, his clown shit boys, pretty boys, or are suppose to be, but do absolutely NOTHING FOR ME!  Effeminate men work for Mormon chicks, I fucking hate them!  They are full of babble and dribble, and I can't stand them!  I know he was not on the bus today, so where in the fuck he came from, Denver . . . I don't know.  All buses lead to Butte, even from Missoula, and when I asked him which bus he came in on, because I never saw him at the terminal, that is when he said he was at the hospital . . . no he was not, local agent, I would guess.  Payroll goon, or thought I would be attracted to a frat rat looking, old 50 year old!  Yuck!

 

AIR TECH, REPUBLISH--THE DAILY GRIND TO ELECTRIC CITY COFFEE . . . NEW DIGS FOR SAME GREAT FOOD, PASTRIES, AND DRINK, COOL PLACE, GREAT FALLS! SHELBY IS COP HELL, FBI, BORDER PATROL, AMTRAK COPS, HOMELAND SECURITY, CITY COPS, SHERIFFS, AND I BET A FEW CIA . . . SCREAM! SO, BOSEMAN OR DURANGO; DURANGO OR BOSEMAN . . . FOR A WHILE! RAFTING, BIKING AND HIKING, FUN, FUN, FUN! BOTH TOWNS HAVE A SIMILAR FEEL TO THEM, COWBOY HOLLYWOOD! LOL! I AM KIND OF GLAD THAT THE FBI FUCKED UP THE LEGAL COUNSEL JOB AT MONTANA STATE UNIVERSITY, GOOGLE'S GRAPHICS TOLD THE STORY, ELLIOT NESS, UNTOUCHABLES, TOOK DOWN AL CAPONE, TAX EVASION . . . SYMBOLIZED BY LOCHE NESS MONSTER! I'D RATHER BE RAFTING! LOL! JOB TO START JUNE 1 . . . SCREAM, TOO SPOILED TO WORK, RATHER BE POOR! OR MAKE MONEY ON MY BLOG! IT ALL BOILED DOWN TO THE COST OF THE BUS TICKET! $279 TO DURANGO & $66 TO BOZEMAN! GUESS WHICH TOWN I CHOSE! ANYWAY, JAMES KENNEDY, BE DAMNED, HAD A DREAM OF BEING NEAR GRAND KIDS, AND GOT, GOD INTEL, THAT HE IS ON THE ENEMY PAYROLL, "JAMES PINDELL" . . . SHADES OF GREY $$$$$$--THOSE BLOGS GO LIKE LIGHT SPEED AROUND THE GLOBE--EVERYBODY USES EVERYBODY, NAME SELLS COPY! I'M AN EASY LOVER, ADDICTED TO LOVE! NOTHING PERSONAL . . . UNDERCOVER COP, JUST LOOKS LIKE A KENNEDY! PROBABLY JAMES ANGEL (CIA)! MEN ARE LIKE TROLLEY CARS, THERE IS ONE COMING AROUND THE CORNER EVERY 10 MINUTES! LOL! BUS DRIVER CRUSH, TOO YOUNG! I AM REALLY NOT EITHER MARRIAGE MATERIAL, NOR GIRLFRIEND MATERIAL! LONE RANGER! I CRUISE ALONE! GIRLS, THERE WILL BE MORE, SHADES OF GREY, SO DON'T WORRY! ALWAYS IS . . .

It Looked Like James Just Drove Down the Street!

I swear, there was this biker, rolling around Kalispell, last week, that looked just like James, alleged Kennedy, and now, someone just cruised by on a bike, looking exactly like Kennedy . . . is he following me? When James first met me, he thought I was younger than he was, so I asked him how old he was, and he said, 62 . . . but, when I asked him what year he was born, he said, 1961, which would make him 6 to 7 years younger than myself, which is closer than most of the men I am attracted to, so who cares.  I am a born interrogator, and I don't think that Mr. Kennedy(?), I always play their covers, is used to do much more than getting women in bed, with pick up lines, corny as they are, it worked with the last attorney, he left, in San Antonio, Texas, but it didn't work with this gal!  But, after he used all his lines with me, and none of them worked, I would ask him just basic family issues, and he didn't know the answer, or he would change, later on . . . like, how many children to you have . . . now, maybe he was being honest, and really didn't know, had them floating all over the country, where women were dumb enough to get it on with him, planting seeds all over the country, like Johnny Appleseed!  I think my first gut feeling about him, was right on . . . some men are better memories!  One time he said, he had 11 kids, and then he told me he had 9, so?  I did have the girls in the office, check his paperwork at the Mission, to see what year he was born, they said, he was 50 something, so?

Like, I took off from taking his advice, going to Durango, but I was two weeks late, due to getting poisoned in Butte, at least two times and maybe three, went to Kalispell, where at least someone could identify my body, when I died, and originally, and as far as he knew, I told him, that I was not going to Durango, so I can't be mad that he never showed up . . . or at least, as something more substantial than a ghost or spook! But, I swear, that everything for a while after I got to Kalispell, after going to Durango, when I recovered, in search of Kennedy, I would hear the name, James, James scriptures, James newscasters . . . making me think, that maybe, he was right for me.  I was talking to a friend, this morning, who text me, at 3:00 a.m., just as I turned on the news!  Really?  Another spook?  She also, sends me a text, just minutes after I get back in town, freaking me out?  But, the NSA, FBI boys and girls were all over my cell phone, as we discussed things and one of those things was Kennedy.  Right after I hung up the phone, with echoes, echoes, echoes, that she was trying to cover, and say, she did this or that . . . no, this has happened a million times with me, all of the sudden, I hear my own echo, as if I am in a canyon or a large warehouse, that is empty, and the only thing I can hear is my own voice, bouncing off the bare walls!  Congress, you want to fund this shit?

James Pindell and Jeff Flake, aka, CIA Actors

After we talked, the first name on the news, was James Pindell . . . pretty clean, clear, Intel, without much question, we all know what a pin # is and what it is connected to, and "dell" is a brand of computer!  The next name that came on, was Jeff Flake!  Now, you have to know the history of that name, before you can make a connection to Kennedy or Angel.  I met, a Dave, was the first name this dude used, allegedly, a Stanford Ph.D. . . . at least the FBI Dating Service, who matches personalities, know, that I am not going to settle for some dumb ass, and Dave, had also worked for the CIA and NSA, respectively.  It is not that I hate them, I just know their roots, the Mo's that want me dead, at least 70% Mormon, which he assured me, he was not.  But, I still thought, he is too smart, and also cute, must be a spook or ghost, and he would disappear, without us, me or my cousin, who he allegedly rented a house from in Beaver Dam, Arizona, knowing or being able to get a hold of him.  He was also, wearing disguises, to either appear to be incognito, for my sake, or to make me think he was ditching the government, who he allegedly used to work with, or he was up to something else, but he would never talk, unless there was a cover over us, or white noise, and he would warn me how horrible the CIA was, and about things they had done in other countries, and I better be careful writing about them on my blog . . . my response, fuck them; I have a first amendment right to say, write and do what I want!

Me and Dave, cozied up right away, while he was teaching me about the deep web and the dark Internet, which he was using as a hook, to help me secure my blog better, so all these assholes who sponge off my blog, and get kick backs, for my writing, so, I was very grateful, and he was very smart in an area, that I am deficient in, and that is technology, and computers, having missed 10 years, while dealing with the governments bull shit or whatever they did to me, which was something, and fucked my brain, but I came back stronger, so I can forgive them, but, I loved what he taught me, but I think, that he was showing me this, to bury my blog deep and dark in the web, giving the CIA, who the programs were made for, total, absolute control and access, rather than having to fight me on a daily basis!  I hate fighting them for what is rightfully mine!  God-dammit!  But, I already had my suspicions, like I do with all guys who I meet, since they have sacrificed 200 agents on the JoAnn Alter of a Relationship or Honey Trap!  I fucking loved talking to him!  Dig smart . . . and he was smart!  But, I asked him if I could educate the world via my blog on the web information, and he said, yes, but call me, Jeff!  Clue that he is using a double identity, and I knew he was CIA, or something.  And after, I left Vegas, 10 days later he was allegedly tasered by the cops in Littlefield, Arizona, and died, showing hostility to the cops, like Michael Brown in Ferguson, who I had been writing about, with the Vegas HEAT all over my ass, so I left!

But, allegedly, Dave was not Jeff, he was Michael O'Donnell!  So, if you take the symbolic representation of my morning Intel, James Kennedy = James Pindell = Jeff Flake . . . or a fake!  I have no problem with undercover work, covert ops, or people who actually work for the covered agencies, under the Patriot Act, but what I do have issues with, is them, not working on my side, verifying who I am, and aiding and abetting the fakes, who work or were put in motion by the CIA, FBI and Mormon, Mitt Mafia!  That I do have a problem with!  When I hit town, and start writing, there is an alarm that goes out with the fakes, because, what are they going to do when Shelley is in Texas, Rachel in Mendon, Utah, and Kay, in  Whitefish Montana, all being themselves, and JoAnn S. Secrist, me, is writing from Butte, Bozeman, Kalispell, or Durango?  The answer, is send a "honey trap" guy, and when he hits it off with me, he reports that it is Shelley, Rachel or Kay, the main gals, Sue and Tiff are later!  Then, as I have a relationship, or write, there is a solid, eye witness who will lie for the team, and fuck me again, over and over again . . . that is why I leave, and leave, and leave, until I can separate enough from the doubles, without a bull shitter, to lie for them, which is endless, because, everyone, eventually does, takes the money and runs, and in James case, they will give him, whatever blogs, contain his name, and he gets the dough!  Saw a sign of that, this morning as the shuttle I was on, pulled into, Conrad . . . con law chick rad!, but a sign, said, GET SOME . . . ass? money? thinking of James right then!

The one upside of the FBI Dating Game, is that cops have known me for 20 years, as someone, they both love and hate!  Back in the day, of asset forfeiture, which seems to be a hot point, either to love or hate me, they at least respect me, and many, back in the day, probably rookies, must have wondered how, one female attorney, kicked the shit out of a nation of cops . . . my effect, extended, way beyond the boundaries of Utah, and the legislature . . . put me on the map, and also, brought focus on sisters, and father, who they then turned around and used against me.  But, at the time, back in 1997, Barbie was not better looking, great hair, great clothes, cute figure, and SMART . . . what better combo of women?  I believe, that some of these guys have had crushes on me, since 1997, and now they get a chance, but, I don't look as good, but can . . . it is kind of love me, or I will destroy you . . . and visa versa, for me too!  It seems to be a zero sum game on both sides!  So, if things look like they are going well, this cop gets the trophy . . . of course James, was avenged 7 times for his sin of getting close to me, but the penalty, even for being with me, could be death!  I cut him slack, because he got shot!  At least he had a Braveheart, and tried, before taking the money and running, which is the case, with most.  Some entertain the thought of love over money, but is seems, if I am not right on with them, and they have to work for me, they bail and go for the money, which appears to be the case . . . too hot to handle!  Money, money, money!

With That Said, I Am Going To Eat Lunch, Mail My Kids, a Cute Book, Called "Montana Meanderings," A Collection of Recipes, Old Time Remedies and Montana Cartoons! And Catch a Bus to Bozeman, MT.

Contact Info on Book:  Ed and Bonnie Yeo, 100 Sweet Meadows Rd.  Butte, Montana  59701, 406.494.2713!