HOTSPURS . . . CANDY LOVES CRUSHER! FRUIT LOOP BLOOPERS! MO CIA, PROTECTING PDQ NIP & TUCK QUEEN, BLOCKED ME FROM ENROLLING ON MY OWN NEW COMPUTER! BLOCKED ME ON QUEST BROWSER, BLOCKED MY BLOG WEBPAGE! DIAGNOSIC FIREWALLS COMPROMISED, PORT 80 OK, THE DOUBLE CONTROLLING--ACCESS, ACCESS, ACCESS; INTERNET TRAFFIC APPEARS BLOCKED ON PORT 443--MY ACCESS ON THE ACER CHROMEBOOK I BOUGHT YESTERDAY AT TARGET! NICE--COULDN'T GET INTO SET PERSONALIZED INFO, CAN'T FIX IT, NEW OR OLD ACCOUNTS BLOCKED! SERIOUSLY FOLKS, DO YOU WANT A GOVERNMENT WHO CAN: (1) TAKE THE INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY I HAVE ACCUMULATED OVER 60 YEARS, STEAL IT AND GIVE IT TO MY FAKE TIT, FAKE ASS, FAKE THIGHS, FAKE PEC MUSCLES, FAKE HAIR, FLLIGHT ATTENDANT FUCKING PHYSICAL EDUCATION DEGREE SISTER, AND GIVER HER NOT ONLY MY LAW DEGREE, BUT MY STELLAR KIDS, MY GRAND KIDS, MY CASES, MY MONEY, MY BLOG, MY LEGISLATION, MY PRESENTATIONS TO THE FEDERATION OF REPUBLICAN WOMEN, PRESENTATIONS ON SURVIVAL GRAMMAR, ON MY VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL, DOMESTIC & DATING VIOLENCE, POLYGAMY AND OTHER FUCK3ED UP RELATIONSHIPS, MY MANUALS, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH! (2) USE ALL INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY, IN-LAWS WHO INFILTRATED MY FAMILY ABOUT 10 YEARS AGO AFTER I GOT 9 FEDERAL AGENTS AND INVESTIGATORS FIRED, FOR THE UTAH MEDICAL ASSOCIATION; (3) HAVE 24/7 WATCH ON MY COMPUTERS, MY CELL PHONE COMMUNICATIONS, THROUGH THE DIA, SCANNING ALL I WRITE, COMMUNICATE, AND REDIRECT IT TO ANOTHER IP OR SEVERAL OTHER IP NUMBERS AROUND THE NATION OR WORLD; (4) ALLOW SOMEONE OTHER THAN MYSELF, THE OWNER AND CREATOR OF MY GMAIL ACCOUNT, RUNNING MY EMAILS AND MY BLOG, AND LET SOMEONE ELSE HAVE ACCESS, CONTROL, COMMUNICATE, LOOKING FOR FAKE DEGREES--PROBABLY TRYING TO MAKE ME LOOK, LIKE THE FRAUD BROADS WHO ARE NOT EVEN ATTORNEYS, AND THE ONES WHO ARE, ARE DUMB ASS ATTORNEYS, KAY STARTING 15 YEARS IN THE LAW BEFORE ME, AND BEING $10,000 PER MONTH IN DEBT, WITH BRETT, MY ALLEGED HUSBAND, REFUSING TO DIVORCE ME, AND GIVING KAY, EVERYTHING THAT IS NOT FUCKING HIS TO GIVE!; (6) BRINGING IN A TIGHT KNIT CIRCLE OF FRIENDS, FAMILY, CLIENTS, AND OTHERS, FROM FAKE BITCH ASS NIECES, PRETENDING TO BE MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTERS, AND ALLOWING FUCKING POLYGAMY! AND (7) GOOD GOD, THINK IF YOU THIS HAPPENED TO YOU . . . WE ARE TALKING THE MONARCH PROJECT, A SYSTEM OF KINGS AND QUEENS, PRINCES AND PRINESSES, SELF APPOINTED! (8) THE MIRANDA PROJECT--THAT IS WHERE THIS BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK COMES IN . . . THEY ARE TRYING TO GET RID OF ALL YOUR RIGHTS UNDER THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION AND I AM HERE TO BLOCK THEM, SO THEY WANT TO USE MY NAME, SYNANOMOUS WITH THE CONSTITUTION, BRING IN THE OBEDIENT BRITISH LOYALIST CHICKS OF THE MORMON CHURCH, AND US MY GOOD NAME, NOT THEIR NO NAME FUCKED UP LOSER NAMES, TO LEAD THE NATION ASTRAY AND DOWN THE PRIMROSE PATH TO HELL, SUBJEGATION, SLAVERY, SERVITUDE, POLYGAMY, BARBARISM, FINANCIAL DESPAIR--YEAH, GREECE, THEY, THE WORLD BANKERS, THE EUROZONE, ARE DOING TO YOU, WHAT THEY TRIED TO DO TO AMERICA, THOSE LITTLE BUSHIES, ONE WORLD ORDER FUCKS, BREAK YOU, MAKE YOU A THIRD WORLD COUNTRY, THE FIRST SHALL BE LAST AND THE LAST SHALL BE FIRST, MAKING EVERYONE EQUAL, UNDER A MONARCHY, PEOPLE WITH NO RIGHTS . . . AGAIN THIS IS SELF APPOINTED MONARCHY! MY ANCESTORY CONNECTS INTO THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF ENGLAND, TRACING THEIR GENEOLOGY BACK TO ADAM AND EVE, OR IN BRETT AND KAY'S CASE, INTO THE GRAND APES OF THE WORLD, UNDER DARWIN, WHICH TRULY HAS A PLACE IN THE ANIMAL WORLD, BUT NOT IN THE HUMAN WORLD, OTHER THAN TO LIST AND SHOW AN ORDER, SAME ORDER AT THE BOOK OF GENISIS, IN THE BIBLE, AMAZING, MAN AS WE KNOW HIM, STARTED ABOUT THE SAME TIME, THAT ADAM AND EVE WERE ALLEGEDLY PLACED IN THE GARDEN AND TECHNOLOGY STARTED! THIS GROUP OF COPS, ROBBERS, WHO WANT TO RULE THE WORLD, THROUGH THE BRITISH MONARCHY AND THE MORMON INTELLIGENCE OR IN MY WORDS, COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE WORLD, ARE TOTALLY FUCKED, TOTALLY CONTRARY TO ANY SEMBLENCE OF REASON, THOUGHT, MODERN WESTERN THINKING, AND CRITICAL ANALYSIS, THEY WANT TO TAKE US BACK CENTURIES, WITH REGARD TO WOMEN . . . I AM EVERYTHING THEY HATE, THEY HAVE TO THINK TO DEAL WITH ME, I DON'T OBEY, HEAD OVER HEELS, WHEN THEIR PROGRAM IS HEELS OVER HEAD . . . THE NEW SAUVE FOR HAVING A HUSBAND DIE IN ALL THE MILITARY ENGAGEMENTS OVERSEAS, IS TO SEND THE WIDOWS FUCKING SHOPPING! I HATE TO SHOP . . . THEY WILL TAKE YOU SHOPPING, WHILE THE BIG BOYS HANDLED THE DETAILS OF DEALING WITH JOANN S. SECRIST, THE BRASSY BITCH, BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK ATTORNEY! DEAL WITH IT FUCKERS, YOU DON'T GET AMERICA, OR GREECE, OR HONG KONG, THE UKRAINE, EGYPT, AND ANY RATIONALLY, SOVERIEGN THINKING COUNTRY, WITH PRIDE IN THEIR NATION . . . WE DON'T WANT ONE SIZE FITS ALL, WITH THE AMERICAN HOMELAND SECURITY POLICING THE WORLD, AND THE BRITS, WHO MAYBE ONCE RULED THE WORLD, AS DID THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE, TURKISH EMPIRE, ALEXANDER THE GREAT OF RUSSIA, THE ROMANS . . . ANTHONY AND CLEOPATRA! LET'S GROW SMART! YAWN LESS, SMILE MORE . . . SOVERIEGN NATIONS WORKING TOGETHER FOR WORLD PEACE, JUST LIKE THE IRANIAN NUK DEAL THAT WAS SIGNED THIS WEEK, WITH 5 WORLD POWERS JOINING IN, LIFTING ECONOMIC SANCTIONS, TRADE EMBARGOS, WORKING WITH VERIFICATION, AND IRANIAN LEADERS PROMISING TO BE TRUSTED! LET'S GIVE PEACE A CHANCE! TYRANNY, DESPOTISM, IMPERIALISM, FASCISM . . . WE HATE . . . JUSTICE AND FREEDOM FOR ALL MAN KIND! NOW THAT IS EVOLUTION, REVOLUTION, AND LOVE IT THE KEY!

CAT & MOUSE (JAMES "KENNEDY" PATTERSON) ABIDING LOVE TO STRANGE LOVE! LOL! . . . FRESH NEVER GROWS OLD! YOUR THRONE AWAITS YOU! LOL! EPIC GAME PLAY . . . FOOLPROOF STEEL? DEATH ROW STORIES . . . WHO IS THE CAT AND WHO IS THE MOUSE? AGENTS NOT VERY SMART, NEED TRAINING AT ALL LEVELS AND FLAVORS OF UNIFIED POLICE FORCE . . . BETTER HAVE FACTS, STORIES, TIMELINES ON ALLEGED CASES YOU SEND SOMEONE SMART LIKE MYSELF, OR I WILL CUT THEIR HEADS OFF . . . LOOTERS BEHEADED! NEW DAY, NEW ERA . . . BY WAY OF EXAMPLE, CARTOON IN SUNDAY'S NEWSPAPER . . . YOUNG SON, SOCCER PLAYER, WALKING WITH HIS FATHER . . . DAD, THE COACH SAYS I KICK LIKE A GIRL . . . THAT'S GREAT SON! REFERRING, OF COURSE TO U.S. WOMEN'S WORLD CUP SOCCER WIN, AND CARLI LLOYD'S 54 YARD FIELD GOAL . . . RUMOR HAS IT, THAT THERE IS PRESSURE ON THE U.S. MEN'S SOCCER TEAM TO PERFORM EQUALLY AS WELL AS THE WOMEN'S TEAM, GOOD LUCK ON THAT ONE! BUT GOOD LUCK ANYWAY, BANNER YEAR IF BOTH FEMALES AND MALES TOO BOTH SERIES OF THE WORLD CUP . . . LET'S DO IT, OR AS FIRST LADY, MICHELLE OBAMA WOULD SAY, "LET'S MOVE!" WHATEVER YOU WANT TO SAY ABOUT THE TRUMPSTER, WHO IS LEADING THE HERD OF GOP CANDIDATES FOR PRESIDENT, GOOD, BAD OR UGLY, WE KNOW WHAT HE IS THINKING, AND THAT IN AND OF ITSELF, AGREE OR DISAGREE, IS NOVEL AND REFRESHING COMING FROM A POLITICAL CANDIDATE, WITH MOST JUST LICKING THEIR FINGER, TESTING THE POLITICAL WINDS, AND VOTING OR TAKING A STAND, ACCORDING TO THE WIND! HILLARY, START FIGHTING LIKE A GIRL, FOR GOD SAKES . . . BALLS OUT, JUST GO FOR IT! CHECK OUT YOUR CONSESSION SPEECH, AT THE 2008, DEMOCRATIC CONVENSION . . . I THINK EVERYONE WAS WONDERING, WHY THE CROWD AND DELEGATES HAD SELECTED BARACK OBAMA! YOU WILL BRING SOMETHING DIFFERENT TO THIS COUNTRY, IF YOU STOP TRYING TO BE BILL, OR NOT OFFEND ANYONE, LIKE GIRLS ARE TAUGHT FROM BIRTH TO DO . . . ONE THING THAT IMPRESSED ME AND STILL DOES ABOUT PRESIDENT OBAMA, IS THAT HE HAD A PLAN, AND HE IS CONSISTENTLY WORKING THAT PLAN AND GONIG FOR HIS GOALS . . . AND GRATEFULLY SO, ESPECIALLY, NOW ON PRISON REFORM, GRANTING CLEMENCY TO WHAT ABOUT 45 INMATES, NON-VIOLENT OFFENDERS, AND LOOKING AT DOING MORE OF THE SAME, GETTING RID OF MINIMUM MANDATORY SENTENCES . . . ONE JUDGE COMMITTED SUICIDE, WHEN HIS SON COMMITTED SOME CRIME WITH A MANDATORY SENTENCE, WITH PUNISHMENT FAR BEYOND WHAT WAS CALLED FOR TO REHABILITATE, REFORM THE KID, RATHER THAN PUNISH . . . WE NEED TO MAKE INMATES PRODUCTIVE MEMBERS OF SOCIETY, GIVE THEM BACK THEIR VOTING RIGHTS, THEIR GUN RIGHTS, IF THEY ARE NOT IN THE CLASS OF CRIMINALS, WHO WE FEAR, IF THEY HAVE A GUN, LET THEM HUNT, FISH, DRIVE AGAIN, ONCE THEY HAVE PAID THEIR REASONABLE DEBT TO SOCIETY, CUT DOWN ON THE PERCENTAGE OF THE ADULT POPULATION WHO HAVE BEEN INCARCERATED . . . THERE WAS AND IS THIS MENTALITY, ESPEICALLY, IN PRIVATELY OWNED PRISONS, WHICH IS TOTAL BULL SHIT, THAT THE CAPITALIST SYSTEM SHOULD BE EXTENDED TO MAKING MONEY OFF ANOTHER PERSON'S MISERY . . . AND TO ALLEGEDLY STOP, CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEYS, LIKE MYSELF, FROM SUING FOR THE CIVIL RIGHTS OF INMATES WHO ARE MISTREATED WITHIN THE PRISON SYSTEM! GOOD STUFF IS HAPPENING, KEEP IT UP . . . GOOD FOR GREECE (MY DAUGHTER SERVED IN THE U.S. MILITARY, NAVY INTEL, IN CRETE), WHO REFERRED TO GERMANY AS BEING "FINANCIAL ASSASSINS" . . . LOVE IT! DON'T FALL PREY TO THE EUROZONE, BANKERS, DEBT, AND BE CONTROLLED BY PEOPLE WHO DON'T REPRESENT YOUR POLITICS, LIFESTYLE, OR PREFERENCES . . . YOU ELECTED REPRESENTATIVES TO ACTUALLY REPRESENT YOUR POINT OF VIEW, GO FOR FREEDOM FROM FORIEGN OPPRESSORS, RATHER THAN FISCAL SAFETY . . . WORLD BANKERS, BUSH, AND OTHERS TRIED TO BRING AMERICA TO ITS KNEES TOO . . . AUSTERITY DOESN'T WORK--EAT, WORK AND BE MERRY, FOR TOMORROW YOUR ECONOMY WILL RECOVER! YOUR LEADERS, PEOPLE, POLITICS ARE SMART ENOUGH TO FIGURE THIS OUT!

Mom, That's Like Telling You To Watch a Movie About a Mansion, and Expecting You to Live in On!

 

The other day, when I was talking to my son, who was born an attorney, and is always telling me to get things like real property assignments or conversions put in writing, like the Uniform Commercial Code demands you do for real estate and real property, and me being the attorney, and the mother, blowing off his very legal and good advice, because I trust people, who have over the years totally ripped me off, being the absolute optimist that I am, and my son, being the total realist that he is, to the point of pessimism, and I have threatened for at least a year now, seeing how negative or realistic, my son's attitude is, going to purchase the movie, with Jim Carey in it, called, Yes Man!  He said, mom, telling me to watch that movie, and thinking I am going to change is like telling you to watch a movie about living in a mansion, and then expecting you to be in one . . . attorney, attorney, attorney . . . my son, is one of the few people, who will actually argue against me, and it pisses the living hell out of me!  A little respect son, and I remind him, that the only thing that is domestic about me, is I USED TO LIVE IN A HOUSE!  How quickly they forget, as I have spent the last year in homeless shelters, missions, and practicing law on the streets, serving the down trodden, the poor, the disenfranchised, and the less fortunate, being a huge projection on myself!  LOL!  The other statement, that my son doesn't know, that might shed some light on this subject is . . . Don't Steal, the government HATES COMPETITION!  Those two bumperstickers, are the only ones that I would ever consider putting on my car . . . IF I HAD ONE!  Two houses, a cabin, and 5 vehicles later, one would think my very brilliant, probably future attorney son, would connect the dots, put two and two together, and realize that his mother is a very exceptional woman, who has owned three homes, doing all by HERSELF!  LOL! 

 

I am sure that thought will come to him eventurally . . . this is how they learn!  LOL!  I think as parents we assume that our children get the bigger picture of things, when in reality, they may actually be working with the ENEMIES!  But, yesterday as I was laying in my bunkbed, at the Poverello Palace, it dawned on me, that I was actually living in a 5 million dollar mansion, with 167 servants, a full time staff, grounds keepers, chefs, in addition to the same number of new friends and acquaintances, as housekeeper, gardeners, cooks, dishwashers, and a full time office staff!  LOL!  So, son, you can forgo the mansion movie!  I am already there . . . now work on your attitude adjustment!  LOL!  The other day at the swimming pool, a mother came out of the pool area, with two young sons, both wearing batman or super hero capes, and both of them stopped in front of the candy machine.  The good mother, firmly and fairly informed her sons, that she left her purse in the car . . . nice move mom, so she didn't have any money, and they didn't need snacks anyway, they were just going home to eat lunch.  And on the way out, she said, And, I would like an attitude adjustment out of you two!  LOL!  Sometimes it doesn't how old a son gets, they need to be reminded, I am your MAMA!  LOL! 

THE PART OF ME THAT YOU CAN NEVER TAKE . . . MY SPIRIT! 

I didn't lose my brain, my resume, my credentials, my four bar memberships, my work history, which includes, 5 statewide jobs, top jobs, three colleges, honors and awards, that most attorneys, only dream of, publications which are still being used by the Department of Justice, adopted to human body trafficking, being #2 in the nation . . . not Salt Lake City, Utah, but the nation, on civil rights defense, as relayed to me by a very tech savvy client from Las Vegas, who waited a year and a half to be represented by your mother, as did many clients, having the two biggest civil rights cases in the nations, top blog in the world, before the fuckers in the government, hacker, NSA, DIA scanners, fucked with it . . . and enough honors and awards, accolades, and whatnot, to give 6 other women, kick ass resumes and honors--AND YOUR MOTHER DID IT ALL!  Nothing disappears just because people stole credit and money for my work . . . learn, that you are who you are, wherever you go, so be proud of it!  You see, my enemies, thought that if they took my houses, my law practice, my vehicles, said that even my children and grand children were someone elses, that, that made it true . . . what the fuck were they thinking?  Dumb asses . . . I am still me, always will be me, did exactly what I claimed to do, and did all the great things that I have done and continue to do . . . SO FUCK OFF, STOP TRYING TO LIVE MY LIFE, WHILE I AM LIVING IT!

REMINDER OF JUST HOW EASY IT IS TO KILL SOMEONE ON THE ROADS OR IN A VEHICLE . . . NO THANKS!

P.S., yesterday, I looked at a gold, hatchback or stationwagon, cute, probably a VW Jetta, out in Bonner, somewhere near the big ass truck stop, and thought I would try to get that, so I could avoid staying in one place and do what I intended to do, and did for the first year and a half I was in Montana, GET LOST IN MONTANA!  Sandra and I were just taking a bus ride out of town, to see the mountains and the river, and while I was thinking of having a car again, after 2 years, a white Rodeo SUV, was not paying attention, while going around a curve and almost ran into the front of the bus, almost had a head on, until it swurved in time for the bus, who would have definitely come out a head on that one, and got back into its lane . . . but, that struck me as Intel, from my guy, God, reminding me, just how easy it is to be killed, murdered, assassinated, or have an accident staged, when in a car, like the pipebomb, or the Ford Taurus, that was mistaken for me, three years ago, just outside of Missoula . . . and I was reported as dead . . . Cops, you are so unlucky, but they said I died anyway, and they have been trying to cover their asses ever since with fucking government hookers and doubles, liars, agents, bull shit like that!  The need and urge for a car, quickly passed . . . the bus is fine, better than death!  That episode yesterday, also reminded me of my friend and collegue, Patricia Bartholemew, the head clerk of the court of  Appeals and the Utah Supreme Court, my her and her husband, so brutally murdered in a head on collision, them on a motorcycle and the other driver, driving a solid vehicle . . . first responders, in on the assassinations and deaths, can state or say the alleged accident happened anyway they wanted to . . . she was just too damned honest to let you steal my three cases up on appeal in her office and courts! 

Abiding Love, Exchanged for, Strange Love?

Okay, it's been a while since I have written about James Kennedy, a fascination for most women, curiousity for most men . . . sometimes love interest, sometimes mystery, sometimes ghost, sometimes good memories . . . but, a sort of friend, up until last night, when she reminded me, that she is most likely an undercover agent, or paid to fuck with me, or just a pain in the ass, showed up last night, unexpectedly, at least to me, but not surprising either, seeing I had just written about my daughter, being up in Oregon, with the Hotshot Firefighters, and Rhonda, allegedly a former firefighter, who wanted me to help her with a case, against the Forest Service, where she allegedly worked, and got injured, back in 2001, just magically, or rather predicably, showed up, just out of the blue, like she has for the last year or so, at various shelters or soup kitchens, either to see what I am up to, or see if I can help her set up a blog or help her with her neverending case against the Forest Service.  But, last time I saw her, I had just left James in Butte, Montana, without telling him I was leaving, actually right after he had told me he loved me, knowing that he would be hurt, leaving to protect him, but leaving him in the dark, and not knowing exactly why I left, with my departure a mystery to him, for at least a month and a half.  I don't know how much that hurt him, or left him wondering, what the hell was going on, the timing, and wondering if he had offended me by telling me he loved me . . . he is much more sweet and tender than I ever would have imagined . . . or never expected to be dumpt and left!  LOL!  I would imagine a little of both!  LOL!

 

So, like most females, and the total opposite of most males, the women want to know about what really matters . . . what's up girlfriend, catch me up on your love life!  LOL!  Rhonda, whom, I consider a friend, but always suspect, given the timing of her appearances over the last year, and the circumstances, surrounding our interactions, and of course, with my history, and my activities and the nature of my life, past, present and future, everyone is suspect, and I don't trust anyone, but she, imparticular, as others, as of late, don't have a real good record with me, but as always, I abide by the principles and concepts I hold, near and dear, like that of being presumed innocent, until proven guilty or an enemy, which happened in a big way last night.  But for a while, things were cool, and she asked me if I had seen Kennedy?  Well, that is an interesting question, and no, I have not actually seen him in person, but there are strange occurances, events, signs and symbols, that might lead me to believe that he is in the shadows, watching where I am and what I am up to . . . my blog is an excellent way, to know, where, why, what, and with whom, I am doing whatever with, for or against!  LOL!  However, with modern technology, what I am actually writing, may actually appear, to be coming from baby sister, Rachel, Shelley, big sis, Kay, ex-friend/attorney average, Sue . . . Relief Society Sister from Hell, Tiffany, praiseworthy, until teaming up with Daddy Dearest . . . the alleged, unexpendables, who are nothing without the alleged, Expendables . . . attorney, rock star, hot shot firefighter, military, compiler of the stars . . . STELLAR FAMILY misfits, due to brilliance and production . . . replaced by exactly WHAT?

NSA just tuned in, lol . . . protecting Rachel, fake ass bitch!  LOL!   Could you be more obvious?  LOL!  I can't move the cursor, bet "they" are cursing ME!  LOL!  FUN, FUN, FUN . . . I love this Blog!  BAD ASS . . . Bad to the bone!  LOL!

BODY, EXCHANGED FOR, BRAIN?  LOL?

You know, I was thinking, after swimming, that James has a body, better than I deserve, but I have a brain, better than he deserves!  LOL!  So, maybe it is a wash . . . tit for tat, baby!  Rachel, actually goes much better in some ways, look wise; however, if I am not projecting my brilliance onto him, he might actually go better with me, and get very, very, very bored with Rachel.  The other day, I was eating, and somehow, my desert ended up, being placed by me, on top of the main entre' and so I got a piece of onion with my mouthful of sweets.  That combination, reminded me of a statement, made by Rachel, who is much, much sweeter than I am, another plus for sweet Kennedy, I am Queen of Mean, until I trust a man, which is basically NEVER . . . but, Rachel made a comment on her ex-husband, and she had made in on many occassions while she was married . . . she compared Christian Hickey, to an onion . . . she said, you peel off one layer, after another layer, looking to find something of depth and meaning, but you never find it . . . projection, projection, projection!  LOL!  That's okay, James, I realize the challenges and difficulty men have, competing between one head ruling and the other head, below the waist ruling!  LOL!  I have often thought, while up in Heaven, with God, before birth, that if God, gave me a choice of being male or female, I would surely have chosen to be FEMALE . . . I am a control freak, don't want an unruley member of my body, and prefer to be a rationalist, rather than driven by more base desires!  LOL!  Pro-Choice I am!  LOL!

 

There is hope for Mr. Kennedy, however, he told me that he had a Ph.D. in numerology, or something to do with numbers, or is that epistomology . . . see, I can dumb down a notch or two, but just can't bring myself to go as low as Rachel . . . lol!  But, again, I have always chosen the higher pleasures, that of the brain, not dumpster dived, into the bodily desires!  That is why I chose my husband, whom is and was, extremely smart, bright, and intellectual, never ever disappointed me in that area, rather than my four year, football playing boyfriend, who ended up, the football captain of the Running Utes, at the University of Utah, where I ended up teaching family law, undergrad, for 7 years!  Demonstration of my committment to the brain over the brawn!  No, Kennedy, was not much of a conversationalist, but, hey, we were sitting in a mess hall, with about 40 other people, and we never got alone, because, I was sure James was either a bounty hunter or assassin, still not sure, but do think he is a cop of some flavor!  Bird of a feather, flock together!  Good guns, good people, good times . . . if you call dining with thieves, robbers, liars, murderers, and fakes, good?  Sorry, I was not born yesterday, nor can a bunch of guys and girls, with brains the size of a walnut and bodies of apes, Kay and Brett's preferred lienage--impress me much!  Once when Brett and I . . . oh, when Kay was me, and I was, who?, Brett and I got into a discussion on evolution, and I asked Brett, if we desended from apes . . . why are there still apes hanging around, why didn't all of the species evolve?  Where are our tails?  And who would he prefer to descend from . . . God, Adam and Eve, or a fucking ape?  Think Planet of the Apes . . . no thanks!  I love my divine brain . . . see why I hate these guys being me so much!  Dumb asses, who think they are cooler, smarter, when in reality . . . the best thing about them, is US, meaning my family, which they all want to claim, plus my accomlishments, so go figure?  Sorry, forgot to tell the story about the books . . .

The Book Exchange . . . Abiding Love, Strange Love?

I am definitely not a novel reader, strange for an English major . . . not P.E., Rachy, but, one night, I was tired, being homeless is exhausting at times, with nowhere to lay your weary head, and not TV to watch, and down time, all the time!  LOL!  But, I was standing in line for dinner, and noticed a book, called, Abiding Love . . . nice, I like that, and the picture on the cover, reminded me, of the statement I once said about James and Me, retiring, holding hands, looking at a sunset, over the corn or wheat fields on a Kansas farm . . . where he allegedly grew up.  If Kennedy is sitting on the front porch in Kansas, it is not with bad ass . . . she is sitting typing this blog, at St. Patrick's Hospital in Missoula, Montana . . . imposter, especially if she has a good body, and is as dumb as a door nail . . . nice, however, friendly, good homemaker, fun . . . will give credit where credit is due, very much into shopping and decorating, even though I am a much better decorater than she is!  LOL! 

 

I generally like to read magazines and newspapers, something that doesn't take long, doesn't involve reading over a column or two, page or two, because, I get bored easily, and will never, never finish a book!  I read to my kids, and they all assumed because I put them into reading programs, that I was a reader--only when forced to, by assignments in school, or doing legal research, or staying up on current affairs, or seeing something interesting, but other than that, hell no, I would always rather be living MY life, than reading about other people's lives . . . perhaps that is why, all these reader sisters and ex-friends, love my life . . . LIFE IS A JOURNEY . . . LIVE IT!  And I have!  But, while a bit elementary for me, it appeared short enough for me to read, at least a page or two before, I got completely bored and fell asleep . . . it worked.  In fact, that second I started reading this very sappy story, I was completely gone, to la la land, sleepville!  Finally, even boredom couldn't make me pick up the book, so I put it in the window, until one night, I left it on my bed. 

 

In an extreme need of something totally boring to overcome the Diet Coke in my system, I reached for the book, Abiding Love, but it was gone . . . who would take that stupid book, and where in the hell did it go?  I didn't think much of it, just that someone saw it and decided to read it themselves, which didn't upset me much.  I was a bit bugged, that my sleeping elixir was gone, so I stared at the bottom of the upper bunk to go to sleep.  Okay, so one night, I go to get into bed, about three days later, long enough to left me know, the book was gone, and something was amiss, or that it was apparent that it had not just been misplaced, but, low and behold, there it was on my pillow, or so I thought.  The lights were off, so I just took the annoying book and placed it in the window with several other books, like the Blind Assassin which caught my attention, but it was far too long for my liking, so I glanced through the table of content one night, but after than had little interest.  So, not having looked at the cover of the book I thought was Abiding Love, in a fit of boredom, the following night, I picked up the book in the window, that was the same size, same sort of cover design, but different and what I thought was the one book, was actually a different book, called, STRANGE LOVE?  I don't believe it was by the same author, but I am not sure . . . I looked through the chapters, and it was about a single woman, looking on dating sites for some new romance . . . was that a hint, or was there some message in the new book, that was closer to reality than the previous, rather sappy, perfect, husband and wife, lovers, who had met in high school, and had entertained and kept each other's interest, through thick and thin, better or worse. 

Was STRANGE LOVE a Manipulation or a Message?

If I were to look through all 40 or so women at the Pov. Palace, I would say, the two, who just ended up in the bunkbeds next to me, to be undercover agents.  One is actually the Bathroom Troll, the chick who snarled at me the first time I got up and tried to have a peaceful morning in the bathroom to be shared by that number of women . . . this chick, like some undercover chick, who didn't know the rules of the jungle, and thought she was entitled to privacy, in this very not private bathroom, early as it was, actually, after I put her down a time or two, became very timid, but fun and kind of entertaining, while still appearing to be, doing a personality profile of me, having allegedly an advanced degree or several of them, in the field of psychology; however, then I said I wanted her to analyze the Poverello population and let me know what her assessment of them was, she declined or pretending not to hear me, and I said it several times . . . allegedly she is this or that!  Story of my life!  So, her and the lower bunk, which is now occupied by an Indian chick from India, very cute, married to a white guy, and pretending to be missionaries of some sort.  Again, unlike there cover, they were assigned to do the floors in the dining area, and two nights in a row, their Christain values went right out the window, when trying to clean the floor, not starting until 9:30 P.M., with staff, kicking us out, into the yard, and then ordering us, really, they are very nice, telling us to go back in, and this allegedly righteous couple . . . lol . . . went ape shit, yelling at the first victims who came through the door!  LOL!  We were all shocked, and taken back by the Holy Rollers!  Hub and Wife team, with Jesus shirt on everyday!  LOL!  Hypotrics . . . but good for a few laughs!  LOL!  She is really nice, but I believe, faked a torn muscle, so she could get in the bunk next to Me!  Appears so . . .

 

I was shocked, but right around the time the Abiding Love book was replaced by the Strange Love book, these two, being right next to me, having started way across the room, being suspect in the first place, were now, right next to me, being just as suspicious as the exchanged books!  What the fuck, I don't like change, and I sure as hell, don't like to be manipulated!  The book was written by someone with the first name, Lisa . . . that is Kay's little sister's name, so symbolic of her . . . the heart CD, that replaced the Grand Funk Railroad, Bad Time to Fall in Love . . . might have been a manipulation also, with Kennedy, or the real guy I met, liked him before I knew his last name, so Kennedy was just a plus, and he is probably some Kennedy double, and he looks very much like one, and probably a Honey Trap, seeing I met him in December and wrote a shit load on the Kennedy assassinations and deaths, just a few weeks earlier . . . or he could be a real Kennedy, and just wanted to see who was writing the blog, but most people would think that the other, alleged, Fancy Ladies . . . to steal a line from a historic plaque on the Animus River Walk, in Durango, wrote the blog, so he had to be an insider, because, I have to fight daily, just to post this blog, and have had to since 9 days after I started it, September 21, 2013 . . . or actually, it was redirected as early as October 9, 2013, when I hit 13 million hits in less than 34 seconds . . . and that not close to the 155 million in about 54 seconds . . . but let's say in about a three week period of time, fuckin' scanned and redirected to make it appear that MY WRITING, copyrighted, as blogs and writings are protected under the U.S. Constitution and the beginning of patent and copyright laws, appears to be coming from another location or IP address, when in reality, it is just me, little old me, funny old me, cool old me . . . FRESH NEVER GETS OLD!  But, the new loving CD, replacing, the hunk, Mark Farner, who reminds me of James, was written or produced by Leigh Productions . . . lay, yeah, that is what the chicks are, nothing but lays . . . Brett was with a Leighla or Layla or lay la, after me, or Kayla . . . so, most likely, the EPIC GamePlay . . . good try, fun thought, but always weary of your stupid waste of time and interference in my life . . . think they are pulling a Jim Carey . . . that movie where everything was a set up, and on a production set, until he realized that everything was fake . . . NO I am the REAL, KAY, YOU are the fucking fake ass twitch bitch . . . asphalt equipment called . . . DITCH THE WITCH!  JUST MADE A TYPO, "TY" symbolic of Tyrone Southwick, Shelley . . . big sister, fitting, government hag . . . rat ass bitch's, youngest bastard's name is Ty!  Shelley, neither you nor Kay, Rachel or Sue Pooh, get to be my kid's, mothers!  You get your SHIT!

TWISTED FAMILY ROOTS!

I saw this very interesting t-shirt picture the other day . . . it showed a tree, and as the roots of the tree, symbolic of kids, family connections, family roots, lienage, parentage, etc., when down into what was to be considered the ground, the trunk of the tree, was depicted going around and around and around, in a circle of confusion, covering the trail, the road if you will, to the roots, that came after the many, many circles . . . this is basically, how these fools, tried to bury the roots of my children's parentage, so as to make me disappear, and I got intel, that either a fake James Kennedy, met Rachel, allegedly me, the mother of my four children, ditching her own, trashy brood, hooking up with Kennedy, in Durango, cruising around Montana on the back of a biker's bike, being his biker bitch, which I said I refused to be . . . bikers treat their bitches, their old ladies like shit, like they own them, disgusting, but both or all, Kay, Shelley and Rachel have all been abused wives . . . which I have not, and they dig being dominated, told what to do, and think it is cool to have to obey, test of loyalty to their fucked up men!  Kennedy told me a few stories, like a biker bitch, being told to obey, go into a bar and let all the biker friends of her man, fuck and rape her . . .real turn on, huh?  Or the biker who didn't like seeing his bitch sell her body, pole dancing, so the old man shot and killed her, throwing her in a dog kennel . . . oh, totally awesome . . . you've been dealing with the wrong type of chick, Honey, amp it up a notch, go for something better than some chick that is willing to sit topless on the back of your hog, boucing up and down, trying to catch hot dogs on a string, entertaining the men in the biker pack . . . fucking disqusting, only I could see why you would want Rachel's or
Shelley's fake tits, or Sue's, or Kay's . . . I mean, I would never, humiliate myself doing that shit and I told you that, so getter choose them!  I am too classy to do that fucked up shit!

 

Can you see why I can't stand these fuckers, having anything to do with my kids, with my grandkids, with my name, blah, blah, blah . . . I can't stand stupid ass men and women who play fucked up games like this with my FUCKING DAMNED GOOD NAME!  Take your lame ass dominatrix bull shit, your obedient chick shit, tying them to the pole in the back yard, throwing them grapefruit shit, like a dog, so they loose weight shit!  I am sure, to get at billions of billions of dollars, from both son's music . . . Intel, yesterday, kids who looked like Chris, who did rap, electronic music, had a gold shirt with a music symbol on it, and the kid who got on the bus with him, looked like Chris now, handsome stud, had a black shirt, with about 12 rappers, either singing or listening to music . . . money signs, stolen through surveillance in his room and stealing through cyber space or just when he was gone, but there is equipment to scan music, and see if it was pirated, just like Elliot's music . . . genius runs in the family!  And we are the Expendables in the Fucked up Southwick clan, that I choose not to be a part of . . . famous ones are out, fuckers, you are left with what your lame ass kids can produce!  I think George, at least from my Intel, is smart enough to chose Nicole, my beautiful daughter . . . not the hippy, Schmidt chicks whon are going to be big ass battle axes and asses just like Sue . . . this boyz club, cops, plays to the boyz . . . not going for what makes them happy . . . brains of walnuts, bodies of apes!  LOL!  Dallas, don't think he is as smart as George, or hasn't been in the past, hopefully, Greta, is getting her flames lite up in Oregon!  GO For it BABY . . . YOU DESERVE A REAL Man!

HOPE YOU HAVE A FUCKING GOOD TIME!  RUMOR HAS IT, HE'S THE ONE, SHE'S LEAVING YOU FOR! 

YOUNG MEN, KIDS AND FIRE! CHURCH AT THE MONTANA MARATHON, ROCKIN' MORNING, 6,000 RUNNERS FROM ALL 50 STATES, MINUS 1 . . . COOLEST MARATHON LOGO, WOULD PICK UP STRASH FOR A VOLUNTEER'S SHIRT--BRIGHT RED, BRIGHT YELLOW OR GOLD LETTERS, A MOOSE IN THE GRASS, WITH RUNNING SHOES HANGING ON ITS RACK! I BLOGGED ABOUT THE EVENT, DOES THAT COUNT? MEDALIONS THAT EVERY RUNNER GOT, AWESOME TOO--HUGE ELK IN A WOODED SETTING, MOLDED INTO SILVER, HANGING ON A RIBBON! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO RUN A MARATHON, AND THOUGHT, JUST FOR A SECOND ABOUT TRAINING FOR NEXT YEAR, BUT DECIDED, MY VERY FIT, RUNNER DAUGHTER, WHO WRITES FOR UTAH ADVENTURES MAGAZINE, OUGHT TO GET OFF THE MOUNTAIN TRAILS, AND ONTO THE STREETS, AND WIN ME A MEDALION FOR NEXT YEAR! LOL! THE BEAUTY OF KIDS, SO COOL! THE MISSOULA INDEPENDENT, I USED LAST WEEK TO WRITE ABOUT "ENCOUNTERS OF THE WORST KIND" IS STILL SITTING AT THE COMPUTER I USED, SO I CAN EITHER FIGURE THAT NOBODY IS USING THE COMPUTER BUT ME, AND THE CLEANING STAFF EXPECTS ME TO CLEAN UP AFTER MYSELF, OR GOD IS TELLILNG ME TO REMEMBER THE WATER LIST OF RIVER SAFETY MEASURES TO TAKE, THAT WERE IN THE MISSOULIAN NEWSPAPER YESTERDAY . . . HOWEVER, I LEFT MY GLASSES AT THE AQUATIC CENTER, AND HAD TO TORTURE THE SAME LIFEGUARDS, WHO RECOVERED THE POKE-A-DOT, SWIM SUIT, THAT I LEFT, THE WEEKEND BEFORE--SO I CAN'T TELL IF, I REMEMBER THE LIST IN THE FIRST PLACE, IF I EVEN READ THE LIST RIGHT, WITHOUT MY DOLLAR READING GLASSES, BUT I WILL TRY, TONS OF KIDS, FLOATING THE RIVER, SWIMMING THE RIVER, FISHING THE RIVER, AND I AM SURE BOATING THE LAKES . . . SO, JUST INCASE, I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LIST, THERE IS A LIST OF SAFETY MEASURES, JUST WHERE I SAW THE MISSOULA COUNTY SHERIFFS, SEARCH & RESCUE TEAMS, LOADING AND UNLOADING BOATS, RAFTS, AND WATER EQUIPMENT! GOOD REMINDER FOR PARENTS . . . I HAVE HEARD, AND GOD KNOWS I COULDN'T DEAL WITH BURYING A CHILD OR HAVING ONE PREDECEASE ME IN DEATH! SO PAY ATTENTION! JUST A FEW COMMENTS ON THE LASTEST AND GREATEST OUT OF THE ENTERTAINMENT CAPITOL OF THE WORLD, WASHINGTON, D.C., ON U.S. CONGRESSMAN, RYAN ZINKE'S, CO-SPONSOR OF THE, FOREST RECLAIMATION ACT OF 2015 . . . IF YOU TAKE A LOOK AT STUMP TOWN OR RATHER, WHITEFISH, MONTANA, YOU WILL SEE WHAT WE ARE RECLAIMING THE RIGHT TO DO . . . STRIP THE FORESTS OF TIMBER, WITHOUT THOSE FUCKING ATTORNEYS AND CONSCIOUS OBJECTORS, OR ENVIRONMENTALISTS, WE WANT MORE SCIENTISTS, IN THE FORESTS, THAN LAWYERS . . . TAKE A DRIVE OUT TO LIBBY, TROY, ESPECIALLY, WHEN THERE IS STILL SNOW ON THE GROUND, EARLY SPRING, TO SEE THE PATCHWORK OF SHIT, THE SCIENTIFIC METHODE OF TRIMMING THE FOREST LOOKS LIKE

Gotta Love Those Horny Young Men!

Over the weekend, I was walking back from the Current Swimming Pool, dripping wet, and flushed with the afternoon refreshing swim, and as I was crossing from some street, after crossing the bridge, and waiting on Broadway in Missoula, a young skateboarder, about 19 or 20 came up to the light behind me, as did an older man on a bike, who tried to stop the ensuing but inevitable conversation that was about to take place, with the bikers seeing it coming before, I heard the words out of this hot to trot young man's mouth.  As we waited for the light, the younger man, I guess was checking out my ass, and made a comment, like you are a beautiful woman.  I promptly thanked him and thought, if he only knew that I am 60 years old, he might regret saying those words, but I appreciated them, and the man behind me, said, to the younger man, leave her alone . . . and the younger man, as youth do, basically, through his actions and later words, said, basically, fuck off old man, I will do what I want.  So, he came up, threw his hands in the air . . . skateboard was hooked on his backpack, and he smiled and said, the facts are the facts mam', but you have a very nice ass, what can I say!  LOL!  Again I smiled and thanked him . . . I think the older man, went the other way, LOL!  

Little does the older man know, that in my 20's I might have been offended by that comment, in my 40's, I may have thought it to be sexist or some "exist" remark, but coming back from trying to work that same ass off in the swimming pool doing water aerobics, I take that as a high compliment, and it encourages me to keep up the good work, at the swimming pool, that I have been doing 6 days a week . . . so thanks to hot young men, who are not afraid to compliment an old lady like me, who is still cute for all the wear and tear this body has been through!  It was nice to hear that from a white guy, some man other than a black man, and generally, they don't want me to lose one precious inch off this hot ass!  LOL!  That is why I dig the hell out of them, they love the curves, the full figured woman, and they don't like the lollipop girls, with heads bigger than their straight bodies!  LOL!  A woman is a woman . . . if you can handle the swearing, which obviously you can, or would would not be reading this blog, get a DVD of comedian, Kitt Williams, fucking hilarious.  Get the one, about, black men, not understanding white men . . . so funny, especially about women and the white man's drinking habits, getting all shit faced!  LOL!  You see when you mix up the races, life becomes so much funnier, seeing your own race through another races eyes!  LOL!

COOL KIDS, COOL GRANDBABY . . . 2 YEAR OLD "Y" TELLING ME THANKS FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY PRESENTS I DIDN'T SEND HER, AND WALKING AROUND THE ROOM POINTING OUT WHAT, PROBABLY THE OTHER GRANDMA SENT!  THANKING ME FOR THEM!  LOL!

One of the really awesome things about kids, is you raised them, and so they tend to have, your value system, if you are lucky like I am.  After ditching my cell phone in Grand Junction, leaving it at Walmart, open 24 hours, making the cops, think I was stealing shampoo, for 24 hours a day and night, and giving a black dude, my computer, sending the NSA, cyber spies, down the road to California, while I put my hoodie on and headed back up through UTAH, and back to Montana, my adopted home state, and calling my beautiful oldest daughter, Greta, who is up with the Hot Shot Firefighter, taking out flames of the fires in Oregon, finally reaching her by Sandra's cell phone, to get a hold of Chris, because I can't remember his number, logged in my cell phone, that the cops, eventually found ditched on one of the isles at Wally's World, after I chided the GJPD, for not finding it in the bushes, an isle, and later, they took me up on the challenge of using their high tech spy and tracking equipment to find my cell phone--not me, the day, I ditched out of Grand Junction Function!  LOL!

Greta, must have been out in the field without service, but later, I got her on the phone, and after a month of not talking to my kids, I called Gret and said, Hey, what are you up to?  In her cute, but sarcastic tone of voice, she said, No, mom, the better question is where are you?  LOL!  I told her I am in Missoula, and wanted her to know if she wanted me to start looking for a house to rent, since, law school, will be starting up here at the U of M, in about a month, and she reminded me that her and Dallas, decided to get a second deferment for a year, even with a scholarship . . . oh, good, I have one more year to get my shit together, before, hopefully, all my kids, seek, political, legal, and religious asylum from Utah, and end up, in the last best place, and that isn't saying much these days, but in Montana . . . Greta has a vision of our family, doing the Hispanic thing, all living in the same house and working together to get her through law school, and talking fiscally too savvy Chris, into giving up his miserly ways, and take out college loans, or work at Starbucks for four years, while they pay for his college, because he refuses to go into debt for his schooling, and he was always the none traditionalist in the family anyway, learned to swim in the bathtub at home, scored in the 11th grade math level, in first grade, could do the most complicated algebra problems without a calculator, basically Good Will Hunting, and is getting a first class current affairs education, working for a national computer firm, who previews 300 newspapers, newsletters and magazines a day, for movie stars, politicians, and companies . . . but, he is missing that classical education, general ed, and other amenities that college life gives, plus he can grow his beautiful blonde, waving, thick, surfer hair back, and skateboard around town!  LOL!  One of the few moms, that loves long hair on both of my boys, but hey, I was the one Mormon girl, with her dad a bishop, who was attracted to one of the two long haired, hippie boys, who attended church after years of inactivity, with two of the bishop's daughters, marrying to two bums, as my dad would say it!  LOL!  I finally got a hold of Chris' number, after calling leaving messages on Elliot's phone, who has had the same number since he was 18, and calling Greta . . . now I could wish baby, "Y", Chris would kill me if I used her real name, so cute, so sweet, a granddaughter after her grandma's likings, Chris and Kat, call her a princess, but me and "Y" know, she is a cowgirl at heart and she is already kicking up shit, and giving the two perfectionists a run for their money, just like grandma thinks she should!  LOL!

MOM, KEEP YOUR MONEY, JUST SAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AND THAT IS IT!  I LOVE MY KIDS . . . THEY KNOW I AM NOT GOOD AT THIS PRESENT THING!  WADDA YOU EXPECT WITH A BIRTHDAY, DECEMBER 17TH!  IN A FAMILY OF 10!

With a birthday, a week before Christmas, in a family, who executed anyone who dared say there was not a Santa Claus, and with 7 other kids to buy presents for, my birthday was always an after thought, and a sideline to the Christmas furor; however, even though, I never had a birthday party, which I never felt cheated for being denied one . . . the flip side of that, is that I made it barely though my kids younger birthdays, doing what I had to do, but not much more, and by the next generation, well, I guess you get the point.  It is not that I love them any less, or love my in-laws . . . well, but I am just not that great on sending cards, and getting presents off in time and generally, I don't have money, but that is not excuse, because I was not better when I did have money . . . I think my kids get this.  Chris told me to stop spending all my money the second I get it, and live a bit better the rest of the month.  I am kind of like the country of Greece, I would rather live one week the way I like, going out so new restaurants, and attending functions around town, than live in austere life, boring me, the whole damn month . . . better one week of heaven, and three of hell, than all four of hell, is the way I look at it!  I am right there with you Greece . . . I read a book called Soul Mates once, and they said, if you have a particular connection with a time or place, you probably lived a previous life, back in history some time . . . I love the Greek City States, the foundation and model for the United States, love Plato, Greek philosopher, who wrote the essay on The Republic, setting a ton and mood, on law abiding citizens, legislative bodies, law making, law adherence, and parent's responsibilities, which I very much adopted in training my kids!  I am sure that I was in love with some Greek philosopher king, who ruled in the courts and chambers of Ancient Greece!  You can pull you economy back, go out to eat . . . basically, eat, work and be merry!  My personal philosophy!  LOL!  I never get paid for my work, but like Aristotle said . . . in the essay on Virtue . . . you can never judge a man/woman, happy or sad until the day they die!  99 out of 100 days, I am very happy!

When I called Chris, always the voice of cheap and reason . . . and told him, I would jump on a bus, come down to Utah, we could celebrate "Y"s and his birthdays, both in July, and maybe me and him, could hit Elliot's concert at Kirby Court, on July 18th, seeing El's new band and music creation, The DITCH and the DELTA!  Mom, that takes too much money, you need to stay put, get your life together, and stop just running all over the country . . . I hate it when he talks like that because I know he is right, but can he convince the cops?  It is their fault for chasing me, making my 99 happy days hell, and making me, on the one day in the cycle, worse, making me miss family, friends, and my house, cabin, truck, furniture, art, piano, law practice and just a few of the things that they have taken over the years, to PUNISH ME!  Chris was voted to be the most likely to be an attorney . . . hell he was born an attorney!  LOL!  He is always giving me logical, sound advice, that totally makes sence!  LOL!  Now whether the cops will heed it or not is another thing!  LOL!  

There was this black mom, a former office administrator of 40 years, who was staying at the Poverello Palace Shelter, and Cherry told me the reason she was in the shelter, was because, she came to visit her perfectionist son, who works at the hospital, and he doesn't drink, and she still does, and she threw her beer can in his spotless garbage basket, and he freaked out at her.  She said, he may be able to boss his two younger sisters around, but I AM HIS MAMA!  I laughed and said, I understand, I have a son, just like that.  Cherry disappeared after a day or so, and we had a friendship thing and mother thing going, but she showed up again, and I asked her where she went . . . she said, she tried staying with her son again, and she decided, it was more peaceful staying at the homeless shelter!  LOL!  Eventually, she ended up in the hospital, her son works at, with high blood pressure, and the doctor told her that the Poverello lifestyle was not agreeing with her system, so after battling her son, for a week, he came and got her, and she made it clear to him that she was his MAMA, he was not her DAD!  LOL!  Loved it, and could relate, but I do appreciate Chris understanding the fiscal and financial circumstances I am forced to live under, with the feds taking everything away from me, stopping any type of gainful employment and interfering with any apartment deals . . . PUNISH HER, PUNISH HER, PUNISH HER . . . for stopping our unchecked dicks, averous greed, want of unlimited pussy through Mo polygamy, the recruiting tool, and stealing anything from law degrees, cases, blogs, to kids and grandchildren, to punish me for stopping a one world order, under the British crown, with an American President for the World, Mitt Fuck Romney!  Screammmmmmmm!  Believe me it was well worth the sacrifices and the cost!

BABY "Y" IS JUST LEARNING TO TALK, BUT I COULD CLEARLY UNDERSTAND, THANK YOU GRANDMA!  KISS!  LOVE WITHOUT PRESENTS IN OUR FAMILY, AT TIMES!

Baby cutie girl, had not problem getting on the phone and jabbering up a storm with Me, grandma, telling me all kinds of stuff, that I didn't understand, but had full pleasure in hearing her cute little voice, getting more and more words under her belt, like rockets . . . she saw the fireworks and called them rockets, now every night she wants to look outside, expecting the rockets!  LOL!  Well, the Star Spangled Banner song, has rockets red glare in the lyrics, maybe she heard that on the 4th and picked it up from the song . . . bound to be a smartie, just like all her cousins, before her, smart parents!  "Y" talked on the phone, and then she took off, running around the room, showing me everything she got from either her parents or her grandparents in Bulgaria, and believe me, I am not jealous of the other set of grandparents, I am grateful that they are much better at this grandparent thing than I am!  LOL!  Love Kat's parents, even though I can't speak any Bulgarian, and they can't speak much American . . . this is shared proud grandparent language or the language of love!  

 We live half a world away, but we both know the joy of great kids and beautiful grand kids!  Presents are nice, but they can never replace a loving and caring parent and grandparent.  Chris and Kat have a lot of love for each other, have been put through hell, and came out with class, dignity, and style, and while being robbed of Kat's child from another marriage, through the Mormon Mafia, Donny will always be part of this Secrist clan, and Chris has tied and a heart for him that go beyond what most dad's have for their own sons . . . Kat used to always say, that if Donny had to chose, between her and Chris, he would choose Chris, so loving, so cool, stood by Kat's side, and mine, while fighting and winning a lawsuit for Donny, and the courts still refusing to give up the child, who not only was in Kat's custody, but won the case . . . so proud of her too!  Stand up people, with nothing but class!

Basically, Chris told me, in his own way, we know you love us, you don't need to spend the money to come to Utah to see us, don't need to send a present, when I asked him again for his address, because that went away in my contact list in the phone I left in Grand Junction . . . he said, Mom, just wish us Happy Birthday, and that is good enough . . . thanks my sweet, sweet son, love you, and family!

ANYONE WHO DOESN'T HAVE KIDS, IS FUCKING INSANE, SO COOL, SO SWEET, SO LOVING, SO UNDERSTANDING!  SOB!

Sorry, crying, so grateful, so blessed, so wonderful . . . the rest of the title, will have to wait until tomorrow . . . totally bless in what really matters, and for that, I love and thank God!  Just keep my kids and grand kids, safe and protected, that is all I ask!  

HAVE A GREAT WEEK!

REV IT UP! WATCH OUT--KNUCKLEHEAD! BUSH SS MEN . . . THE BUS, THE MANILA FOLDER, AND DIET COKE BOTTLE WITH THE NAME, "LAURA" ON IT, ACCUSED OF SHOPLIFTING, THANKING SHAMPOO FROM WALMART--SECRET POLICE, UNDERCOVER ROGUE COPS WITHOUT ANY AUTHORITY, LOOKED LIKE FOOLS! I JUST SHRUGGED IT OFF TO THE WALMART GUY! WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A SERIAL KILLER AND A SISTER--NOTHING! THEY BOTH LIKE TO TORTURE, GET PLEASURE OUT OF HURTING THEIR VICTIMS, AND WILL GO TO GREAT LENGTHS TO KILL THEIR VICTIMS, AFTER THE BINDING, TORTURE, AND ATTEMPTS AT THE THRILL OF THE KILL! WILD TIMES AT THE OK CORAL! POWER PARK, 100 YEAR CELEBRATION, WAS NOT AT THE POWER PARK IN MISSOULA, BUT IN THE POWER PARK IN THOMPSON FALLS . . . CLIMBED ALL OVER RATTLESNAKE CANYON, POWER PARK II, I GUESS, EVEN OVER ON THE LOLO SIDE, AND NEVER FOUND THE CELEBRATION, FREE HOT DOGS, SPEAKERS OR ANYTHING! HOPE I DIDN'T LEAD ANY OF YOU ASTRAY! LOL! BUT THE MISSOULIAN, LED ME ASTRAY OR I JUST DIDN'T REALIZE, NOT BEING LOCAL, THAT THERE WERE TWO POWER PARKS, CONNECTED WITH THE POWER COMPANY! I AM TRYING TO LOSE WEIGHT, SO THE 5 MILE HIKE, LOOKING FOR THE PARTY, AT LEAST FORCED ME TO BREAK OUT IN A SWEAT! LOL! NEXT TIME, TELL US WHAT CITY THE CELEBRATION IS IN! IT LOOKED LIKE FUN, AND WISH I COULD HAVE BEEN THERE, DIG STUFF LIKE THAT!

DIRTY ASS COPS!

 

The continued saga from the 20 years cold war, between me and the Bush boys and girls . . . I know, I know, the Patriot Act, just started 14 years ago, well, at least that is when the law or the act was passed, but it was in effect, long before that, and the doctrines of cops, doing whatever in the hell they want to citizens, had been taking place, long before the law was presented to Congress, or before there was a vote on the UnPatriot Act, believe you me!  I was victimized by the principles and concepts of the Patriot Act, back in 1999, two years ago, before the alleged, attacks on the Twin Towers, and the justification for the Act, due to terrorists!  The fascist ideas, ideologies, philosophies--of the government doing whatever it takes, without limits and exceptions, were in place, I would say, earier than, 1997, when I killed asset forfeiture, the hot button item that pisses cops off, the second, you mention their cash cow, and the fact, that they got caught with their hands in the cookie jar!  Well, folks, who value the presumption of innocence, the 4th, 5th, and 6th amendment rights, due process and equal protections, as well as the Constitution being the Supreme Law of the Land, and all the rights and protections contained therein . . . think again, under the UnPatriot Act!  And I had a strong reminder of that yesterday, AGAIN!

Sticker on Truck, "Watch Out, Knucklehead!"

I can go days, without looking at a bumpersticker, a billboards, a truck advertisement, or other sign pro's that I consider, if you will, messages from God, divine Intel, giving me a heads up, that something is, in fact, up, with either the cops of all flavors, or up with the Mormon mafia, or one of the paid, staff, that is as easy to spy, as A,B,C, . . . I meet, they greet, they bribe, and they are now on paid staff, as I believe this rogue ass, alleged undercover cop, at Walmart, and his two other cronies, combing the store, watching me, stalkiing me, following me, and harassing me, as they did yesterday.  So, I have done my shopping, and decided to go check out, some hair coloring, to touch up the roots of my hair.  I am walking over in the make-up isle, just browsing around, and happen to pass the hair coloring stuff, and I bent down, and quickly stood up, and changed my mind, and walked through the maze of the make-up, hair care, lipstick, etc., trying to find my way out of the store, not being much of a shopper, and very task oriented, going straight for what I want, and then going back outside, hoping to catch the bus on the half hour schedule, rather than the hour schedule.

 

All of the sudden, right as I am ready to exit the store, some guy, whom I had noticed over in the hair and make-up section, whom had a scruffy, rather long, goatee, was average weight to thin, wearing a ski hat on his head, with plaid shorts, and a tan t-shirt, wearing I think sandels, stops me, and say, mam', I saw you put some, shampoo or something in your bag, can I look in your sack . . . sure, and I pulled the bag open; he seemed shocked that he didn't see any shampoo.  So, then he was sure, I must have stuffed it in my doggie backpack, that substitutes for a backpack, very open, just one small zipper for lipstick and a pen, but with mesh on each side, very revealing, and not closed top, and he asks me if he can look in that bag, because he was sure that he saw me put shampoo in my bag . . . so, I pulled out my swimming suit, showed him my colorful umbrella, an said, maybe you saw this, and he said no, I am sure you stuffed shampoo in your bag, because I saw you while you were walking down the shampoo isle . . . I told him, that I walked down the hair coloring section, and reached for some box of Loreal, but decided against it, and said, maybe you thought I picked it up, and put it in my bag . . . no, I saw, shampoo . . . I lifted up my hat, no shampoo bottle here, down my bra perhaps?  Don't think so, and so he, not seeing anywhere that I could hide shampoo, asked me if he could see in my grocery bag again . . . okay, and I opened it again, and again he was shocked.

 

I looked at the Walmart guy, who was moving further and further from this pathetic piece of shit, who wouldn't even believe his own eyes, let alone, me trying to give him the truth and a graceful way out of a nasty situation, taking place, right out in the open, in front of all the drivers, the customers, and whomever, but I have long given up feeling embarassed, because of someone else's fuck ups!  Now this fool, didn't leave it at this, he told me to wait, as he got on some walkie talkie, and asked the video guy, if he could look at the video footage from the shampoo isle . . . no, we can't see that she put anything in her bag!  Then he just turned a walked away, and I yelled after him, mainly in a mocking voice . . . am I free to go?  I know, that an officer, if he was one, and if he was, why did he need a Walmart escort, to go with him, a lawful officer of badge, could easily, stop, question me, and even pat me down . . . I was going to ask him, if he wanted to cop a feel?  But he didn't seem in the mood for jokes, especially of the very true kind!  LOL!  I turned, and smiled at the Wally's World guy, who just kind of rolled his eyes, like, he was saying he was sorry for the inconvenience . . . and I just strugged my shoulders, and smiled . . . and walked merrily over to the bus stop!  LOL!  Let's see, it this 1 million to 0, JoAnn right to cop wrong?

NSA, Shelley the hacker bitch, fucking with the cursor, can't center . . . spell check will most likely be turned off . . . dumb fucks, just prove my case against them, daily!

They are trying to make me publish, so they can hack in . . . sorry, not great subtitles, not going to let them in, FUCK THE FUCKS!

So this is not enough for this dumb ass, and he and a fellow, undercover officers, now there are three shit heads, or rogue faggots, on the Bush, Shelley team, walk over to where I am waiting for the bus, and smoke, staring me down, like I know you put that shampoo in your bra, down your socks, in your underwear, I just couldn't find it, or any proof whatsoever that you stole that damned shampoo, but I am sure you did, look . . . forget that lame ass bitch sister of mine, just my sister who is playing she is me, and has bilked me out of a cool billion, through hacking, cases, son's music, blogs, etc., and probably put these, useful idiot up to this . . . with Shelley having complete access to my Walmart Money Card Account, via, CIA, FBI, NSA allowing access, knowing I have no money on my card . . . but they didn't think I had money when I got from Grand Junction to Missoula either!  LOL!  Guess they haven't heard of taking out CASH! with these dumb fucks thinking that I am Shelley, still, and that that bitch, my older sister is JoAnn S. Secrist, the GREAT!  YOU ARE FUCKING WRONG AGAIN . . . YOU WERE LOOKING JOANN S. SECRIST IN THE EYES, BUTT FUCKERS!  SHELLEY IS USING MY MONEY TO BUY YOUR SORRY ASSES!

 

These guys are so stupid, no wonder, there was a murder, the night before, yesterday, right on Broadway, with tons of cops and sheriffs, driving past, looking for a constitutional law attorney, rather than the murderer, who knocked off a guy at the Super 7 Hotel being found by the maid . . . as well as blowing off a woman, who was almost raped on the 4th of July, when I was also sitting over at the causeway, just a block from where the murder took place!  Hell, murder, rape, attempted rape, and this woman's husband, has been missing for 10 days too . . . she said, when I told her to call the cops, that they just don't care, and the murder will not be in the newspaper--and it wasn't . . . how can we think these guys are heroes, daily putting their lives on the line, when they are out masqurading as Wally World cops, chasing me!  LOL!  I guess their job doesn't pay as much as Shelley and mafia crew pays, so they take their services to the highest payer!  Fuck the tax payers . . . we are going for the perks, pussy, power, a prestige, protecting murderess, murderers, assassins, liars, cheats, mafia, identity theft perps, and, you know the good guys, not those bad ass con law chicks that blog about us, being the dumb asses that we are!

Guess "They" Decided That My Verbal Beating, is Worse Then Letting Me Center My Subtitles!  LOL!

Remembered Guy with the Manila Envelop on the Way to Walmart . . . Looked at the Name on the Diet Coke Bottle I Was Drinking--"LAURA!"

So, while the clusterfucks of cops, are standing there watching me, thinking I am going to shrink in terror . . . hell, you were the fuck up, not me, I would be embarassed, but this shit head was sure he was right, even though he took every avenue to look for the alleged shampoo, the dreaded shampoo, that I guess I should have been cowering in my undies, that he allegedly caught me . . . LOL!  Calm as a summer's day, useful idiot, listening to Shelley!  LOL!  Back to the story, so, while I was watching them, the cops, watch me, I was thinking, what was the warning, Watch Out Knucklehead about?  I remember seeing this guy get on the bus, and off again, and in his hands, he had a manila folder, or envelop, which I had just written about in my blog, and the dream about President Bush and Laura Bush, and thought it was, indeed, strange, in light of my dream.  Then, all of the sudden the thought came to my mind . . . I wonder what name is on my Diet Coke bottle?  I guess you are suppose to share a Coke with someone if their name shows up on your bottle, or some type of advertising gimic . . . and I like it, because, many times, it is highly symbolic, with someone's name that I love, or one of my kids names, or MOM, or Star, or something that makes me happy . . . but I took my last swig of DC, and looked at the name, on the bottle . . . symbolic as hell  . . . LAURA!

 

These fuckin' cops, probably under Shelley's, or someone's direction, one of the Bushies, as I call them, Allan aka Frank of Interpol, or Daddy Dearest, who worship the Bush's, keeping a picture of President and Laura Bush, on his walls, long after President Obama was elected.  So, I am sure, the Mo Mafia, was very offened at my dream interpretation . . . well, Daddy O, you know I have always listened to, heeded, and followed my dreams and I must interpret them, first, so there you have it, and there I had it, they were pissed about their leaders, of the FASCIST WORLD, being taken out of the game, so to say, as far as power couples, or taking down the Patriot Act SHIT!  So, the real truth, was that they were following me, hoping, that, as my card suggested, that I had not money; therefore, I stole . . . I always, always take out cash, to fool the fools!  LOL!  I don't want them to know where, with whom, how, or by what means I get around, or my comings and goings!  FUCK YOU PATRIOT ACT RATS!  Your fucking spying, can't tell what I have in my purse, or in my doggie bag, or in my shoes, or pockets, and it will stay that way . . . I only put something on my card, to let the cops, or investigators know where I was last, so when you fucks, kill me, they will have a starting point to FUCK YOUR SORRY ASSES!  PRISON, PRISON, PRISON . . . THINK POSTITIVE!  OH, BELIEVE ME, I DO, AND I WON'T STOP FUCKING THEM IN MY BLOG, UNTIL THE DAY THEY ARE INCARCERATED, ALL THE FUCKS, THE COPS WHO HELPED, THE CLIENTS TO TURNED, THE FAMILY MEMBERS WHO LIED, AND SOFORTH AND SO ON . . .!

The Murder and the Rape . . . Don't Bother With That . . . We Have Assets to Steal, Bad Ass Con Law Chicks to Frame!

This is a real, Mo town thing, to make everyone think they are living in Happy Valley . . . so you thik the cops are doing their jobs!  We are not going to report the murder, so it is good that my buddy told me about the four cops vehicles that were out in front of the hotel, the night before, and leaving both of us, wondering what was up?  I didn't think much of it, until, I was riding on the bus, with a woman, that I had seen at the Poverello Center or Shelter.  I asked her if she had an apartment yet, and had moved on . . . she said, no, that she had been attacked down by the river on the 4th of July!  What, I sat on the causeway, or where the river sections come together, and go through cement, joining flows, and land in a pool of water, that was so peaceful, and nice, cool, as I sat there enjoying nature, and some quiet moments, just chilling by myself!  She told me, who she was grabbed by the guy in plain daylight, and I asked if he raped her, she said, no, but she had fought him off, and she showed me the bruises, and told me she was staying in the Woman's Shelter.

 

Then she told me about the man who had been discovered by an acquintance of her's, a housekeeper at the motel or hotel . . . I think you have to have three floors to be considered a hotel, so motel, and she called the cops, and kept cleaning the room!  Scream . . . the guy, due to the heat, was badly decomposed, so, the cause of death was unknown, but not telling people about a murder and a sexual assault with all the kids, and people who are out on the river, due to the heat, or just to play around, tons of teens, this is bad policy to keep this quiet.  We all want to put our best foot forward, but, a murder, a sexual assault and attempted rape!  That is news worthy and a disservice, not to report.  Keepin Happy Valley, happy . . . may be bad public policy! 

 

It reminds me of the murder, or at least the dead woman, I saw, being out at 5:30 A.M., and getting the crime scene, just minutes after the cops, on an early Sunday morning, December, I believe, in Parowan, Utah.  I thought the murder would be front page news  . . . it was classified as a homicide!  The fucking county, dirty ass, attorney, the one I sued for $56.7 million, is the one who determines the cause of death . . . many deaths are classified as a suicide, especially when the murder was a cover-up, for collateral damage in this war, between me and the cops, and my fake ass, identity theft, interpol, shit head, cop, fuck, who murdered the girl . . . later changed to a boy, no blood at the crime scene, to allegedly having the fire department come spray off the blood . . . I saw the scene!  This is not the first time, that a murder, was classified as a suicide to cover the dirty deeds of cops, undercover, the politically connected . . . three unidentified bodies were just found in Helena, according to an Native American, Indian, who met me several years ago, the first time I was at God's Love Shelter, talking Indian law, the water compact . . . that was in 2013, the last legislative session, where I testified, in several committees, including the House Judiciary, on the water compact proposal.  But, as this Indian told me, bones were found in a black garbage bag, and they were the bones of a man, who had a long standing feud with a very politically connected neighbor . . . do whatever it takes, no limits, no exceptions!

Lies Hurt Us All!

If the cops, lie about a murder, or about a rape . . . and people, rely on the cops for accurate information, I would charge the cops with assisting in a murder or a rape, if there was another person that was assaulted in that area, who never knew of the motel murder or the sexual assault!  Ignorance is bliss, but lies can kill!  People need to know, so they can take special and heightened precautions, to avoid that area of town, or to be with someone when they float the river or just take a break on the banks of the river, or take a protective pet, or arm themselves with a legally permissible weapon.  I told the guys at the Poverello, and the one response was . . . well, it was not in the newspaper . . . oh, so that means it didn't happen?  Really?  That murderer, just might be among the Poverello folks, or living across the street from us . . . because we are homeless, we don't count?  I know there is concerns that this might upset people, but isn 't that better than letting them think that they are safe . . . hell, I walk between the apartments and the motel, almost every day, going to and from the Aquatic Center . . . it dawned on me, that I might have been the one that was suppose to be attacked.

 

My friend, Sandra, and I suspect everyone, don't trust anyone, because they contact them, A,B,C, as I meet friends, and pay them to side with them, say that it is really, Shelley, Rachel, Sue, Kay, Marcie, Tiffany . . . not JoAnn's face, but one of the government doubles . . . I have not, swear on a stack of Bibles, seen any of my sisters, nor Kay, the other ex-friend, who is my double, or at lease you know her as me . . . I even wondered on the celebration, 100 years that was suppose to be a POWER Park, I assumed, silly me, that because there is a POWER PARK, up Rattlesnake Canyon, with a map, showing the river trail, going from the Pacific Ocean, to right where I was standing this morning, that the celebration was, here in Missoula, since it was in the Missoulian Newspapers, the announcement, with directions, that were like, the way the crow flies, or the way you throw a stone . . . one fourth mile below the damn . . . what damn, was my question, never dreaming that there were two POWER PARKS . . . or was this a game of double trouble, since JoAnn, the real, wrote about it in her blog, and there was no real place, or address of the celebration . . . we could hold it in either place.  I was confused as to why the Missoulian was covering the celebration . . . until, I realized, hiking up the canyon, that, just as I thought, that Park, that was near the power station, was called, POWER PARK!  I know where Thompson Falls is . . . and that is symbolic too . . . somewhere along the line, Tom or Thomas, became a code word for CIA agents, can't remember, but?

 

Shelley's lies hurt, just like Rachel Dolezal, as do Rachel Southwick Hickey-Moosman, or Sue's, or Kay's . . . none of these women, who claim to be me, whom you think are me, have the training, experience, background, resume, cases, writings, speaking, or analytical skills that I have, nor the Constitutional understanding; therefore, when U.S. Congressman, Zinke, makes a statement, that we need fewer Lawyers and more scientists in the forests, I am sure referring to my blog of the other day, and having rubbed shoulders with Shelley, whom is a biologist, but pretends to be me, too, with an inner circle, so he thinks this bitch knows law, or con law, or even is smart enough to be an attorney . . . she was certainly too lazy ass to go through law school, and graduated from the CIA school of dumb as law . . . and a Congressman relies on her . . .

WE ALL SUFFER, AS WE DO WHEN COPS LIE! 



SPEED HUMP . . . DON'T YOU MEAN "SPEED BUMP?" GIRLS RULE, BOYS DROOL! LIVE YOUR GOALS . . . U.S. SOCCER PLAYER, CARLI LLOYD, VISUALIZED MAKING 4 GOALS IN THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAME AGAINST JAPAN . . . HAT TRICK WAS GOOD ENOUGH! GIRL SCOUT CHAPTER, TURNS DOWN $100,000 BRIBE, TO KEEP TRANSGENDER GIRLS OUT OF THE GIRL SCOUTS . . . THANK HEAVENS FOR LITTLE GIRLS, AFTER HAVING THE GUTS, TO TURN DOWN THE ALLEGED GIFT, ABOUT A HALF A MILLION IN DONATIONS CAME INTO THE CHAPTER, TO MORE THAN FILL THE VOID! COVERING WHAT MATTERS! LOCAL, THEN NATIONAL NEWS--POWER PARK, ELECTRIC, CELEBRATING 100 YEARS OF SERVICE, CEREMONY, I THINK AT THE PARK, TOP OF LINCOLN PARK AREA, BASKETBALL STANDARD AND PARK, FREE HOT DOGS, SPEAKERS, AND HISTORY OF TURNING THE PROPERTY OR SHARING THE PROPERTY UP RATTLESNAKE CANYON, WHERE POWER PARK IS, WITH CITIZENS AND TOURISTS! NICE! FUN FRIDAY NIGHT, DARBY BULLARAMA, 40 PBR BULLS, AND GOTTA HAVE THE COWBOYS TO RIDE'M GIRLS--COWBOY WANTED, DEAD OR ALIVE! LOL! ELECTRONIC BULL, CONCERT, MUTTIN BUSTIN', DINNER, DANCING--IF SHELBY CAN HOST THE 1921 WORLD WEIGHT BOXING CHAMPIONSHIP, LITTLE DARBY, TOWN OF 600 CAN SHOW YOU A RIPPIN' GOOD TIME OVER THE WEEKEND! MISSOULA MARATHON, THIS SUNDAY, I IMAGINE RUNNERS CAN STILL SIGN UP, MIGHT STILL NEED VOLUNTEERS, IF LIVE ON THE ROUTE, TURN YOUR SPRINKLERS ON, WATER THE RUNNERS . . . GARDEN OF READIN'! MAN PUTTING LEGALIZED, RECREATIONAL MARIJUANA ON BALLOT, NEEDS 50,000 SIGNATURES--WILL BE RIDING AROUND THE STATE GATHERING THEM . . . EVERYONE I KNOW ALREADY SMOKES THE STUFF, SO MAKE IT LEGAL! LOL! COLD SMOKE . . . LOVE IT, SILICON VALLEY, TAKIN' IT TO FBI, WITH ADVANCED TECHNOLOGY, IN SMARTPHONES, PROTECTING ACCOUNT HOLDERS, RIGHT TO PRIVACY AND PROTECTING AGAINST UNREASONABLE SEARCH AND SEIZURES OF INFORMATION . . . GOING TO CONGRESS WITH THE SAME OLD SOB STORIES, CAN'T GET TO TERRORISTS OR KIDDIE PORN KINGS, AND THOSE SAME OLD LAME EXCUSES TO SPY ON YOU, HAVE WORKED IN THE PAST TO TAKE AWAY OUR CONSTITUTIONALLY PROTECTED RIGHTS . . . FBI DIRECTOR, JAMES COMEY, SAID HE DOESN'T WANT A WAR, WELL, SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO GO TO WAR TO GET PEACE! GOOD FOR THE TECHNO FREAKS IN THE VALLEY, TAKE IT TO 'EM, THEY DESERVE IT! THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL, A BALANCE OF POWER . . . I CAN'T FIGHT THEM ON MY OWN! AND I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE SMOKING POT, SO YOU HAVE MORE REASONS THAN ONE, TO BOTH LEGALIZE POT, AND PROTECT YOURS, MINE, AND OUR PRIVACY! LOL! I LOVE THIS COUNTRY!

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AREA 51--GOVERNMENT TESTING SITE, SECRET UFO'S, ALIENS, SPOOKY STUFF, LIKE "FOUR SPECTERS" . . . REALLY, THE DITCH AND THE DELTA--"WE RUST" NEW CD SONGS, ALONG WITH LORD DYING, AND WORST FRIENDS, PLAYING TONIGHT--JULY 8, 2015, AT 451 SOUTH 400 WEST, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH . . . THERE IS A REAL "AREA 51" 17 MILES OUTSIDE OF ST. GEORGE, UTAH . . . LAST TIME I TRIED TO GET A PEEK AT WHAT WAS GOING ON, AT THIS TOP SECRET GOVERNMENT SITE, I HAD WHITE TRUCKS, GOVERNMENT TRUCKS, COMING OUT TO WATCH US, AND MAKE SURE WE DIDN'T GET CLOSER TO SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON . . . BUT, CHECK OUT THE BANDS, AND THE PLACE, COOL, CALLED, "AREA 51" AND SAY HI TO MY SON, ELLIOT, GUITARIST AND VOCALIST . . . SMART LIKE HIS MOM! I WANTED TO GET TO HIS SHOW IN DENVER AT THE "MUTINY INFORMATION CAFE", BUT THE GRAND JUNCTION COPS CHASED ME AND I HAD TO GET OUT OF TOWN, AND THEN THEY MANIPULATED THE BUS SYSTEM, SO THAT I WENT THROUGH UTAH, RATHER THAN THROUGH DENVER, STOPPING ME FROM GONIG TO THE SHOW I PROMISED ELLIOT I WOULD GO TO, FUCK THE COPS, THEY STOLE "GOD'S REVOLVER'S AND MARALOKA, NOT TO MENTION KILLING BLAKE DONNER OF PARALLAX" MUSIC . . . IT IS TIME FOR ELLIOT AND BAND TO GET THEIR DUE! WISH I COULD COME, WILL HAVE TO SETTLE WITH JUST LISTENING, UNTIL I CAN GET TO UTAH . . . WILL INTERVIEW BAND MEMBERS, GET THE SCOOP AND STORY BEHIND THEIR SUPERNATURAL MUSIC, TRANCE LIKE AND COOL! HAVE FUN TONIGHT!

DANGEROUS BEAUTY . . . IT IS YOU VS. YOU! FISH MAGIC WATERS, TOOL TIPS FROM THE TACKLE BOX . . . FLOAT EQUALS THE FREEDOM TO EXPLORE! IT'S GOOD TO BE IN THE HOOD! FROM THE DESK OF JOANN S. SECRIST, CON LAW ATTORNEY, FOR THE POVERELLO POVERTY LAW CENTER, BROADWAY, MISSOULA, MONTANA . . . CONSTITUTIONAL ANALYSIS TO HELP 9TH CIRCUIT COURT OF APPEALS, DECIDE THE FATE OFTHE JESUS STATUE UP ON BIG MOUNTAIN SKI RESORT, WHITEFISH, MT.--ARGUMENTS ABOUT "QUIRKY MONUMENTS" AND "SKI MASKS ON JESUS" JUST DON'T CUT CONSTITUTIONAL MUSTARD, OR GIVE THE COURT MUCH TO WORK WITH . . . LET ME TAKE A STAB AT IT! ALWAYS SERVING AS AN OFFICER OF THE COURT! SERVICE MASTER! THREE PRONG TEST: (1) THE GOVERNMENT MUST HAVE A SECULAR LEGISLATIVE PURPOSE TO GRANT THE LEASE OR PERMIT ON BIG MOUNTAIN; (2) THE PERMIT OR LEASE, MUST NOT HAVE A PRIMARY EFFECT OF ADVANCING OR INHIBITING RELIGION; AND (3) THE ACTION OF THE FOREST SERVICE, IN GRANTING THE LEASE OR PERMIT, FOR THE JESUS STATUE, MUST NOT RESULT IN AN EXCESSIVE GOVERNMENT ENTANGLEMENT WITH RELIGION . . . WHAT DO YOU THINK? THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS PLACED THE STATUE ON BIG MOUNTAIN, BACK IN 1954, AS A MEMORIAL TO A MILITARY TROOP WHO SERVED THEIR COUNTRY . . . SO? GOOD QUESTION--I NEVER KNOW EXACTLY WHO A CONSTITUTIONAL ANALYSIS WILL TURN OUT, NOR SHOULD THE COURT, BEFORE EITHER I, AN ATTORNEY, OR THE COURT, GOES THROUGH THE ENTIRE 8 OR SO STAGES OF LEGAL ANALYSIS TO DETERMINE, JUST WHAT SHOULD BE DONE ABOUT THE STATUE THAT MANY SEE AS A RELIGIOIUS FIGURE, NOT REPRESENTING ANY PARTICULAR RELIGION, OR THEY MAY SEE JESUS CHRIST AS A GREAT TEACHER . . . STAY OR GO? WE WILL SEE!

You Saved a Life Today

 

That was the slogan or statement on the back of the first bus, I saw, after returning to the City, after going up Rattlesnake Canyon to hike or at least get some exercise, leaving at around 7:15 A.M. to be exact.  For those of you, who follow my blog and read it daily, you know that I wrote about Encounters of the Worse Kind, talking about being in the backwoods of Montana, or even the front woods, with bears, mountain lions, and other wild life, being very common visitors to these here hills, or at least be are bumping up against their natural habitat, enough to make spurious encounters, almost a normal occurrence these days, as more and more people flock to the Treasure State looking for more than gold, silver, copper, and coal, but also for fishing, hunting, experiencing the wild like and nature, in this absolutely gorgeous state of ours, called Montana, which, literally means mountains, and all that goes with them.

 

It is funny, that as I wrote my blog yesterday, in the nice, safe confines of the University of Montana, School of Law, now the Alexander Blewitt III, School of Law, I didn't worry a blink about running into a bear or a mountain lion, moose, or wolverine; however, as I hit the trail up Rattlesnake Canyon this morning, and heard that old familiar twig snap, without seeing anyone, like re-experiencing PSTD from seeing two grizzly bears, two summers ago, as I was riding up to Swiftcurrent Lodge, in Glacier National Park to work, that is until my clients in Utah, found me and yanked me back to hell from heaven, in that green, lush, watery wonderland of magic and beauty.  I think for the first time, this season, it dawned on me, that, what I wrote yesterday, was in fact, true for me too, as I venture deep into the forests, the lake areas, and the meadows of the mountains.  I got just a bit spooked this morning, until some man, who must have read my blog, came up from behind, blowing a whistle about ever ten minutes, to ward off any close encounters of any kind, good, bad or ugly.  He even had his, sacrifice dog running the bushes, trees and streams, cutting a path for him, and his more loved dog, who was on a dog lease.

 

I was actually very glad this man was near me, bring up the rear, and then walking in front of me, going on ahead, when I turned around to find other people a bear might like for breakfast, now, joining me on the trail.  You know what they say . . . all you have to be, is faster than the other person, when you encounter a bear!  But that is just local folklore . . . lol!  Tag, your it!  I didn't think much more of the morning, once I hit the bus and headed back to town, until, the first of about 5 buses, pulled out, right in front of me, with the ad for Biolife, say, "You saved a life today."  And I wondered if something I said, made someone, other than me, protect themselves, prepare a bit better, use something to make sounds to keep predators at bay, or perhaps, they cleared their camp of food last night, in some back woods area, that is labeled, BEAR COUNTRY!  Like so many places I have hike and camped at since being in Montana!  Which brings me to just one more thing, that just might save a life today, tomorrow, or the next day . . .

Dangerous Beauty . . . We Forget The Perils of the Mountains! The Lakes! The Streams!  There Are No Instant Replays . . . You vs. You!

Nick, my little buddy from New Jersey, and also, recently dismissed from being a manager at Yellowstone, reminded me, after reading my blog, that there are other dangers in the National Parks, in addition to the wildlife, and that is getting to close to the edges of cliffs, or natural wonders, not abiding by the rules of the trails, doing risky behavior, like jumping off bridges into streams, that you don't really know how deep they are, or joking around with someone, pretending to push them over a bridge or a cliff, causing them to slip, fall, or even worse to die!  So, I thought, that, to make this a totally safe summer, with tourism at an all time high, here in the state of Montana, that I would give you a few more horror stories, not to scare you, but to make you extremely aware of where you are, and the deadly risks that you may encounter, also.  Oh, by the way, after I went hiking, I went swimming, and while I was walking back to the Pov, via, the back side of the Clark Fork River, on Hal's Walk, I ran into the Missoula County Search and Rescue, practicing safety and rescue drills on the river, with small motor boats, rafts, and last year, I saw them use, sea doos or water-crafts . . . so, they are also gearing up for any emergencies, that may occur on the river, as they also prepare for those accidents, or disappearances of people who get lost in the mountains.  And just a note on fishing, every year, you hear of people just going out on the lake or rivers boating, and someone ends up dead, drown, capsized, or whatever they did to die . . . think, prepare, have emergency contact equipment, let someone know where you are, and when you will be expected back, just safety rules!

 

All over the lodges and restaurants up at Glacier National Park, there are bright orange signs, that who a silohete of a forest, in black, and on the orange sign, there are the words, DANGEROUS BEAUTY!  This was a constant reminder, that while beautiful, the forests, the hills, mountains, waterfalls, lakes and streams can also be death traps, if you are not safe, smart, and back wood savvy!  My mother used to always say . . . Experience is a great teacher, but it is a fool who learns by none other!  Or in other words, through the experiences of these people, I am going to tell you about, learn from their experiences, don't have to experience everything first hand, to learn a lesson:

• Nick said, that several years ago, a girl, a new employee, and they come from all over the globe to work at the National Parks, but she was out exploring what is called, Little Grand Canyon in Yellowstone Park, and as she got close to look at the spectacular sight of the Canyon, she got too close to the edge and slipped, and she went all the way to the bottom of the gorge with tons of rushing water, also going down through the Canyon, and she died . . . the very first fucking day!
• Almost anyone in the state of Montana, is familiar with the newly weds, who went up to Glacier, and got in a fight, after only 9 days of marriage, and the bride of a week and a half, pushed the groom to his death . . . make sure, that you are cool with the person you go to some of these places with, because, it is very easy, for someone to plan your death, lose their temper, and push you over a cliff, or off a mountain.  It is a common occurrence, down in Zion National Park, that people climbing the step and scary, Angel's Landing , have suspected more than one spouse, which is always the case in the death of the other spouse, of pushing the person off the monolith, causing the death of the alleged loved one!  Don't trust anyone, is my motto!
• most of us are familiar with the movie, 157 Hours of the hiker, in the Utah desert wilderness, who fell between rocks and boulders, and after days of no food and water, he actually cut off his own arm to save his life, and crawl to safety!  Hell, I almost died, just within the city limits of St. George, Utah, starting out one bright, kind of cool summer morning, to go take a walk, and ended up, taking the wrong trail, that landed me back in the same spot I had started on hours earlier, so I cut across the desert, ended up stuck in quicksand, in a muddy river, losing my flip flops . . . not the type of shoes you want to wear, when in the desert hiking, ended up going for the buildings I could see in the near distance, after being out in the sun for hours, ending up, climbing over huge ass black volcanic boulders, that were about 130 degrees in the 110 degree temperatures, and finally collapsing over the counter of a beauty parlor!  Of all the places to end up, and calling my mother to come get me . . . I didn't take a cell phone, and there might not have been service out there in the middle of a city, but actually in the middle of nowhere!
• right after that happened to me, letting me know, just how vulnerable and stupid we can be, when even the most innocuous venture, ends up a potential death trap, I read an article in a local rag or some free magazine, that told of an older man, who, like me, ventured out in the desert, and one of the tires on his truck blew out, so he stopped to fix the flat, and his spare was also flat . . . he had no cell phone, nobody knew where he was, he had no water, and finally, I think someone did call search and rescue, but he was near dead, dehydrated and gone when they found him!  I have had friends, totally in shape, big time hikers, in alpine terrain, literally get dehydrated on the side of a mountain, and have to be life-flighted to the hospital . . . that happened to a friend of mine in law school . . . totally fit guy!  If you get low on water or liquids, you can dehydrate, and that is very scary and dangerous!  Bring water, more than you think you will need!  That should about do it to scare you silly or straight, to be prepared, always!

Let the Jesus Statue Stay on Big Mountain or Remove The Statue That Has Been There Since 1954?

Where do we start?  To me, there are more than the constitutional issue dealing with just the first amendment, and there are also, property rights involved, vested property rights, as per the statue itself, property issues of grandfathering the Jesus statue into any current property issues, and the property rights of the private property owner, who has the land that the statue stands on . . . which makes me ask the question, why does the U.S. Forest Service, have to issue a permit or lease, to leave the statue up, when it is, as I understand it on private property?  Many times, in lawsuits, and especially, in constitutional lawsuits, the attorney seeking the appeal, or the review of the case, by another court, must frame the issue, so as to make sense, because the court, can only deal with the issue at hand, that was formed, and frames the limits and perimeters of the case at hand.

 

The 5th and 14th amendments, say you can't deprive a person of life, liberty or property, without due process of law, or equal protection!  So, to me, if it is on the private property of a land owner, debate is over . . . the first amendment issues of Congress, not either establishing religion or infringing on the worship or non-worship of religion, is beside the point, as is freedom of speech for the property owner, who allowed the Knights of Columbus, a fraternal order of the Catholic Church, which seems to be part of the problem, that the Catholics, put the statue of Jesus up, but seemingly for secular reasons, that, maybe of keeping our boys and troops safe, which is a non-denominational kind of thing to do.  And as for the group, Freedom from Religion whom I met with on several occasions in Kalispell, never made it to the Kalispell Brewing Company on Tuesday nights, but I did attend their dinner and celebration on the National Day of Reason a few months ago, and found it both enlightening and I am very much a human secularist or a secular humanist or both, and also spiritual and religious, and a constitutional law attorney, so an interesting combo, but I told the group at that time, I agreed with their win, stopping the local high school choirs from singing at a Mormon Church Christmas program, using teachers, buses, and pressure to come, by docking grades . . . that is an entanglement of church and state to me.

First, The General Rules, The Basics, The Foundation

The general rule for freedom of religion for an individual . . . follow me with this line of argument: a person can belief anything they want to believe, as long as it remains a belief; however, if that belief, translates into an action, and it violates one of the laws of the United States or the land, then they can't do that.   So, here we have a private property owner, who has allowed the Knights of Columbus, to place this statue of Jesus, on private property, that I am guessing is a butt to the property of the Big Mountain Ski Resort, which is also, privately owned, I think, and it is not a government parcel of property, that is just leased to the ski resort, but actually owned by the ski resort, as is the property privately owned by the land, under which the statue stands and has stood for 60 years!  I just can't again, figure out, what in the hell, the U.S. Forest Service has to do with any of this?  Do the private property owners, lease from the Forest Service?  If so, then they are not private property owners, and are subject to the laws, regulations and rules of the Forest Service, which might bring about a different result in the case . . . I am not totally familiar with this case, nor the facts, although, I am familiar with the parties.

 

Now the first three amendments of the U.S. Constitution, are addressed to Congress . . . remember in this system of checks and balances there are certain powers and duties, allotted to the Congress, in Article I, of the Constitution, telling Congress what they can and can't do, and then there are sections of that article, that state what is prohibited to the states to do, so a division of powers.  While Congress has the right to make all laws regarding those necessary to run the government, it also, has the responsibility to take care of the property of the United States, which includes all the departments of the government, like the Department of Interior, that is over the Forest Service and the Bureau of Land Management.  However, if you look at the first part of the first amendment, it clearly states, Congress shall not . . . establish or prohibit the free exercise of religion, and in addition, these are the rights of the people, and they are free from religion or being forced to practice religion also . . . but, we also have to remember, that the U.S. Constitution, is a compromise, as it is between those who want and are free to practice religion, and those who do not want to practice, or are free not to practice religion, or believe in it at all.

 

Just to argue from logic and reason, which I think the Rationalists, even among those who want Freedom from Religion, the ones bringing the lawsuit to remove the statue, would admit, that they do not see Jesus as the Son of God, or as their savior; however, there are those people who believe just the opposite, and while this statue was erected by a religious organization, the purpose, to me, seems very secular in purpose, while not legislative, it is honoring the 110 Mountain Squad or Troop, who served this country, and maybe these people, some of the Knights of Columbus, also, see that they were protected in battle by Jesus, while serving the country!  Why should, this statue of Jesus, be any more offensive to people who don't believe in him, than a Buddha or more offensive, than Our Lady of the Rockies that has several stories behind it, one of a man's love for his wife, sometimes people see it as the Virgin Mary, others, see it as a symbol of the lights always being left on in Butte, after the mines closed . . . so the statue, which honors women, stands for many things, as does the statue of Jesus, which could just be considered a work of art.  I have not personally seen it, but Congress didn't put it there . . .

The Three Prong Test For Separation of Church and State

• the government must have a secular legislative purpose to issue to permit or lease . . . I would say, that doesn't even apply to this case, because we are dealing with a statue and the land it stands on, and that land, as I understand it is private; therefore the property owners can do what they will with their land, and in addition, there is no legislative purpose at all, so?  Congress is a legislative body, as are some government agencies, but this issue is not dealing with rule making, or making regulations or with law making . . . it is a permit, granted to a private citizen, having nothing to do with the government!
• the Forest Service, must not have a primary effect of advancing or inhibiting religion . . . Jesus is a universal symbol of Christianity, not just to Catholics, but to all Christians; therefore, advancing religion or inhibiting religion, is an interesting part of this test.  The Court should use the three elements of statutory interpretation to figure out what to do with this part of the three prong test, that has been around for precedent setting since 1971, by way of interpretation and application of the law.  First the Court considers the plain language or help to interpret the Constitution . . . issue: does a statue of Jesus, on a ski hill, either advance or inhibit religion?  I think, it behooves the Court to look at the intent and history, behind the first amendment, to get a better idea of what the founding fathers were getting at . . . remember, the colonists, were fighting England, King George, and the establishment of the Church of England or the Anglican Church, making that a state religion, with many like Martin Luther, and others, bucking that Church or other churches, and people wanting to practice the religions they felt most comfortable with . . . all of the churches, believed in Jesus, who is to be distinguished, both from religions per se, and from churches, or any particular church, with all the founding fathers believing in Jesus, God, the atonement, afterlife, and such, while, setting their religion aside, for a secular mission, of compromise, letting each man, woman and child practice their individual beliefs, or practice nothing if that is what they believed in!  Jesus represents a set of commandments, suggestions, beatitudes, ideas, philosophies, and teachings for a better life, a happier life, the good news of the gospel of Christ, has nothing whatsoever to do with a particular religion; therefore, I would say, that the statue, doesn't advance or inhibit religion!
• the act of granting a permit or lease, must not result in an excessive government entanglement with religion, as far as I can tell, given some of the information, the facts, the time frames, the vested property rights, even if leasing the land from the Forest Service, there is not an excessive entanglement with religion, it really has nothing to do with religion, just a statue that most religions believe in, and if the Freedom of Religion People don't want to believe in Jesus, or ski on a hill with a statue of Jesus on it, they don't need to . . . and even at the Big Mountain Resort, itself, you have to take a particular ski run, even to see the statue, have to basically go out of your way to get to where the statue is . . . and in this country of our, that is seeking a more perfect union, more domestic tranquility, common defense . . . those who are offended by the Jesus statue, that has been their for 60 years, should just either ski somewhere else, or take runs that don't interface with the statue . . . a compromise is really that easy!

This Bad Ass Con Law Chick, Says the Statue of Jesus Stays!