DON'T FEED THE HIPSTER--KARATE INTERNATIONAL . . . PASSIONATE ABOUT PURITY! THE NURSE--I'M NOT A LAWYER . . . THE COMPLAINER--I AM TRYING TO FORET ABOUT MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND . . . THE BUS DRIVER--ONLY BECAUSE I HAVE TO! LONG LIVE THE UNITED STATES; LONG LIVE CUBA . . . AMERICAN FLAG FLYING AT CUBAN, AMERICAN EMBASSY! SECRETARY OF STATE, JOHN KERRY . . . THE PEOPLE ARE BEST SERVED BY DEMOCRACY, WHERE PEOPLE ARE FREE TO COOSE THEIR LEADERS, EXPRESS THEIR IDEAS, PRACTICE THEIR FAITH . . . THAT SEEMS HIGHLY IRONIC, THE KETTLE CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK, SOME WHAT, SEEING THAT THURSDAY, I WAS BLOCKED, FOR THREE HOURS, GETTING TO EITHER THE LAW SCHOOL OR THE HOSPITAL TO WRITE MY BLOG, WITH THE BUS DRIVERS, ACTING LIKE COPS, OR ARMS OF THE COPS . . . AND TODAY, WITH HOSPITAL SECURITY, SCOPING ME OUT, JUST READING, WAITING IN AN ENCLOSED ENVIRONMENT, WITH SMOKE FROM DISTANT AND LOCAL FIRES, CLOUDING THE SKY, MAKING THE AIR LESS THAN DESIRABLE TO BREATH, ADDING UP TO POSSIBLE RESPIRATORY ISSUES, LATER IN LIFE . . . GETTING THE IMPRESSION THAT SOMETHING WAS UP, I LEFT, AND JUST MINUTES, AFTER I LEFT THE HOSPITAL, A HIGHWAY PATROL MAN . . . POSSIBLY THE SAME ONE WHO FOLLOWED ME TO THE HOSPITAL ON SUNDAY, WHEN THE TWO BIKERS, ALSO FOLLOWED ME, SEEING ME SAFELY TO MY DESTINATION, MAKING A PRESENSE AND LIVING TRUE AND PURE TO THEIR STANCE OF BIKERS AGAINST BULLIES, AND IN MY SITUATION, THAT MEANS COPS! HIGHWAY PATROLMAN OR WOMEN, ARE OUT OF THEIR JURISDICTIONS OR AREA OF POWER, AS STATE COPS, TO OVERSEE THE HIGHWAYS! THE SECOND I GOT TO THE BUS TERMINAL, I HAD SHERIFFS ON MY ASS . . . NOW, I HAVE WORKED FOR THE GOVERNMENT, KNOW HOW GOVERNMENT WORKERS OPERATE, AND THEY ARE STRICTLY 8 OR 9 TO FIVERS, AND THE TAX PAYERS ARE LUCKY TO GET THEM TO WORK A FULL FRIDAY, WITH OFFICES CLEARED BY EARLY FRIDAY AFTER NOON! SO WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE 4 SHERIFF DEPARTMENT VEHICLES, AND ABOUT 6 OTHER VEHICLES DOING ON A SATURDAY, MORNING, AT EXACTLY THE SAME TIME THE BUSES START TO RUN, WHEN THE COURTS ARE CLOSED, AS IS THE COUNTY OFFICE BUILDING? OTHER THAN SERVING AS BAILIFFS AND COURT DOCUMENT SERVERS, THE SHERIFFS, TRADITIONALLY, SHOULD BE OUT IN THE COUNTY PATROLING TRAFFIC AND CRIME IN THOSE OUTLINING AREAS, NOT OVERSTEPPING THEIR JURISDICTIONAL BOUNDARIES, CROSSING OVER INTO THE POLICE DEPARTMENT TERRITORY, WITH A HUGE ASS PRESENSE, JUST ACROSS THE STREET! WHAT IS EVERYONE'S RESPONSIBILITY, IS NOT ONE'S RESPONSIBIITY . . . WHAT IS NO ONE'S RESPONSIBILITY, IS EVERYONE'S RESPONSIBILITY, BUT NO ONE CLEARLY TAKES THE BLAME, AND NO ONE CLEARLY GETS THE CREDIT FOR GOOD WORKS! THERE ARE LINES OF DEMARCATION BETWEEN CITY POLICE DEPARTMENTS AND SHERIFFS, IN ADDITION TO HIGHWAY PATROL! STOP BEING EUNICS AND GET SOME BALLZ! STOP LISTENING TO NON-ATTORNEY SISTERS, AND DUMB ASS LYING ATTORNEYS, PRETENDING TO BE ME! TITS & ASS CAN ONLY GO SO FAR, AND THEN YOU ARE GETTING YOURSELVES IN HOT SHIT! START "PASSIONATE ABOUT PURITY" OF THE SYSTEM OF THE GOVERNMENT, OF RELATIONSHIPS, OF CHARACTER, OF EVERYTHING . . . AS THE ARTICLE IN THE RELIGION SECTION OF THE MISSOULIAN, TODAY, "STEALING FROM THE LIVES AND SPIRITS" OF OTHER PEOPLE CAN HAVE LONG LASTING, SCARING AND DAMAGING EFFECTS, NOT ONLY ON THE PERSON, WHOM IS BEING STOLEN FROM, BUT FROM THE THIEF . . . ANOTHER ARTICLE, ASKED SEVERAL RELIGIOUS LEADERS, WHICH OF THE TEN COMMANDMENTS, WAS THEIR FAVORITE? GOOD REMINDERS OF A MORAL LIFE . . . I KNOW IT IS HARD TO LEGISLATE MORALS, BUT WE CAN KEEP THESE 10 COMMANDMENTS AS REMINDER OF WHAT A MORAL LIFE LOOKS LIKE! "LAWMAKERS TO BUTTRESS AUTHORITY OVER EXECUTIVE AGENCIES" AND RIGHTLY SO . . . THERE ARE GRAY AREAS OF RUNNING A GOVERNMENT AND A STATE THAT OVERLAP . . . WHILE THE LEGISLATIVE BRANCH IS TO CREATE AND WRITE THE LAWS, AND THE EXECUTIVE BRANCH TO ENFORCE THE LAWS THAT THE LEGISLATIVE BRANCH PASSES, LEGISLATURES, AT LEAST IN UTAH, HAVE TH POWER TO DO A LEGISLATIVE AUDIT ON VARIOUS GOVERNMENT AGENCIES, THAT ARE TRADITIONALLY SUPERVISED AND UNDER THE DIRECTION OF THE EXECUTIVE BRANCH, BUT IN THE CASE OF RULEMAKING AN ACTIVITY THAT REGULATORY AGENCIES DO, TO ENFORCE THE LAWS, RULES, MOTIONS, REFERENDUMS AND OTHER LEGISLATIVE ACTIONS . . . OUR ELECTED REPRESENTATIVES, THROUGH COMMITTEE OR AUDITING, CAN LOOK INTO THE ACTIVITIES OF THE OTHER BRANCHES OF THE GOVENMENT, WHEN LAW ENACTED ARE BEING DELAYED FROM GOING INTO EFFECT AT THE PROPER DATES, ALLOWED BY LAW! GET "PASSIONATE OF PURITY!" REMEMBER, THE WHOLE AMERICAN GOVERNMENTAL STRUCTURE IS BASED ON A BALANCE OF POWER BETWEEN BRANCHES, BETWEEN COP AGENCIES, WITH SOME OVERLAPPING, DEPENDING ON THE FACTS . . . THAT WAY, IF ONE BRANCH, OR ONE COP SHOP FUCKS UP, THERE IS AT LEAST SOMEONE WHO IS AWARE OF THE PROBLEMS AND HAS THE POWER, OR JURISDICTIONS, WHICH JUST MEANS THE POWER TO DO SOMETHING, CAN STEP IN AND FIX THE PROBLEMS, BETTER SERVING "WE THE PEOPLE" IN PROTECTING RIGHTS, PROPERTY, LIVES AND LIBERTY! GET "PASSIONATE ABOUT PURITHY!"

Nurse . . . I Am Not a Lawyer . . . Damned Right, You Are NOT!  To Claim Otherwise, Is Impure, Unjust, and a Bold Faced Lie!

Being a person, who is passionate about purity, the hardest thing for me, as an attorney, is to have non-attorney sisters, or less than constitutional law attorneys, wear my name, my credentials, and pretend to be me!  Beyond the money, the purity of justice, the purity of a legal system, the purity of the Utah State and other bar associations, being a member of 4 bar communities, lacks integrity, authenticity, merit, credibility, and even value, when impurities, like the government, letting or allowing, non-attorney bitches to practice law, in my good name, to allow access to jobs, power, levels of the law, that are allowed, due to my history, education, accomplishments, honors, jobs, etc.  That is very deceptive, dishonest, low down, dirty corrupt, practices, that are more indicative of mob activities, organized crime, mafia, and legalized mafia, than it is of a, respected, government, church, state, police departments, bus system, shelter, participating, in a fraud, that is both illegal, and criminal.  I just have a small problem with the purity element, that is lacking from that whole scenario . . . who did the work, is not getting the credit, who wrote the blog, the manual, the case, is not getting the proper recognition, let alone the monetary compensation for their work, but the wounding of the lives and spirit of the true authors the true musicians, the true attorney!  

Just recently, there has been a legal issue, surrounding the copyright, or the securing of the credit to the song, we have all sung at one time or another . . . Happy Birthday to You . . . that was adopted, and rewritten, from some jingle back in the 1920's, that is getting to the point, that after 100 years, the song and music, becomes public domain.  However the family of the original author of the jingle, that has been sung billions of times, is refusing to let it go into the public domain, saying that due to the copyright, that it remains the property of the family, and cannot go into the public domain.  Now, none of us, have paid 5 cents, each time we sang the birthday song, and I doubt, that the family, even if they had a way to collect royalties on the music, or the use of their relative's music and song, could, in fact, collect.  I think that it is a matter, of, the recognition, of who came up with the cleaver song and music, that has graced birthday parties, been sung by movies stars . . . Marilyn Monroe's famous rendition of that song, singing in her sexy raspy voice, to President John F. Kennedy, on the birthday near his death.  There is something to the life and spirit of a person, who longs for the recognition that is deserved them . . . and there are wounds, that go far beyond the money.  That is the case with me, my son, or sons, my daughters, whom has written water district plans, that were, I would guess, used inspite of the fact, that she was denied the job, and maybe because her plan was so good, or my other daughter, who helped get a semi-pro baseball diamond and soccer field put in Loudon County, Virginia . . . credit should go where credit is due . . . not to some, average Joe Blow, who could not have done the work, created the music, the ideas, written the case, the manual, or done the work in the 100 years, that is takes to become part of the public domain!

Former Abused Wife . . . How Long Has It Been Since You Have Seen Your Abusive Husband?  I Want to Forget that Part of My Life!

So, I get to lunch at the Poverello Palace, and Ann, starts to bitch and moan, all over the place, letting everyone, know of her troubles, and how she is going to have to go to the hospital, due to the smoke.  I am not a nurse, but I asked what a doctor or the hospital could do for the smokey conditions outside, and for her, being exposed to it.  She thought for a moment, and admitted that she didn't know what they could do.  I made several suggestions that would get her out of the Pov. and to Walmart, or the Southgate Mall, that would get her to a place she could be smoke free, and enjoy being away from the Poverello . . . she just wanted to bitch and moan, not solve the problem.  Later, she started mentioning that her abusive ex-husband might show up in Missoula, and she would have to leave, how he came to Ohio, and he was arrested, and she had a protective order, that included the whole United States, not just in Missoula, and on and on, about how scary he was, and that he had been abusive to her friends, blah, blah, blah.  She happened to have mentioned that her protective order was from 2004, and that seemed like an awefully long time to worry about this guy showing up at her door, or the Poverello door.  She said, she had not seen him in years, making my point, and in actuality, she has not seen him, in about 11 years, with the possibility of him, showing up, or caring after that long, is a rare possibility if not a zero chance.

All of the sudden, Ann, went off, on this venting, that she was trying to forget that part of her life, and blah, blah, blah, and why did I remind her.  I was just sitting there, thinking, you were the one who brought the issues up, the one, yelling to the whole room, and I just ignored her.  Then, some chick from the other table, said, Ann, we don't all want to hear about your stories.  Then she turned her venom, back on me, like it was my fault that she was crying over shit from 11 years ago, and long before, I just asked her, how long it had been, since she saw the guy, trying to get her to see her fears were unfounded.  I started talking to this other girl about the good food at the hospital, and ignoring Ann . . . she made the point, I wanted her to make and realize . . . she is fearing ghosts!  Now, Ann, seemed to be no this strange bent, from the second, I got back from hiking up Rattlesnake, feeding horses apples, watching cattle, and visiting with friends, enjoying the bus ride.  When someone, who has formerly been a good friend, all the sudden, turns and starts, making up shit, and blaming, and whatever . . . generally, they have been contacted by Shelley, Allan aka Frank, Brett, Kay,  my family or some cop agency working for the mob, and they are paid to trash the friendship, and be a bitch . . . over and over and over again, this same scenario starts, when the fraud broads and their fuck buddies are getting close to being discovered, as the liars they are.  These guys are as elementary as A-A, B-B, C-C . . . in their patterns of criminal behavior!

Sarcastic . . . I'm Not a Lawyer . . . I Am!  Ann, I Know About Domestic Violence . . . Wrote the Award Winning Manual on Domestic Violence and Sexual Assault, Under the Violence Against Women Act, Getting the Award from President Clinton, in Washington, D.C., Around 1997!

Two cans are always better than one!  LOL!  So, the first one, comes when Elvira, sarcastically states that she is not a lawyer; I retort, I am . . . and I proceeded to tell, a woman who had a 10 inch, newly recovering surgery slash in her back, from a cancer laced vertibre that the attorney, medical malpractice attorney, I dated at the time, I was general counsel for the Utah Medical Association, used to call the doctors, the Slice and Dice Gang . . . and warned me not to take the job offer from the UMA, so of course, I immediately took the job, but he hated the docs, because he saw all their fuck ups . . . putting breast implants in women, so big, that the saline bags, actually ripped through their skin, leaving big gaping wholes!  As me and Greg Erickson, a big time Mo, so he will lie for Kay and crew, but as we attended swanky physician dinners up at Snowbird Ski Resort, Greg, would look around the room, and nervously tell me that he had sued that doc, and that doc, etc., and how uncomfortable he was with the doctors, and hated the idea that I was their general counsel!  LOL!  Deal with it . . . and he did, he was lined up with a Mo housewife, by a judge friend, American woman . . . get away from me!  LOL!  

 I probably should have listened to him, the doctors turned on me like vipers, after I was poisoned, and the very one, especially, I saved, Dr. Taj Becker, a neurologist in St. George, Utah, who became a national hero due to my efforts, and her husbands, became friends with sister, Rachel, aka, JoAnn! or Me . . . nice, save the professions of physicians from Medicaid/Medicare fraud units, and later, regulatory attorneys and investigators, looking into SEC violations for securities and the thanks I get from the docs . . . and their cops, poisoned and later my clit removed by two brothers, the McDonald docs, one in Heber City, the one who did it, and doc bro, Kent McDonald, whom my father, who most likely order the female circumcision, who checked me out to see if the job was done!  I never put the two and two together, until recently!  But, then Brock and Rice, my two plaintiffs in the $357 million lawsuit, both Republicans, big time Mo's, also turned on me, and brought Rachel or one of the gals, Shelley, Kay, now Sue and Tiff in to be me . . . They are all surely lacking a PASSION FOR PURITY!

I think, Elvira and Ann, must have been contacted, or Elvira, had been earlier, having turned a few days ago, and Ann today, both as obvious as black and white, in their attitudes . . . but, one was looking for support from the other, and not really getting it.  LOL!  But, I blasted Elvira, and later, Ann, when I told Ann, I was well aware of domestic violence, blah, blah, blah!  And I am sure, that everyone listening, could tell the true lawyer, was sitting in their mists!  You see, I can be fun, laid back, never mention that I even am an attorney and people get into this false sense of security, that I am this harmless creature, demure, just pretending to be an attorney, but if they cross me, or punch the right buttons, with the confidence and security of a skilled surgeon, I will cut them to shreds, with all the power, control and calm of a seasoned, trial attorney, and generally after that, there is not doubt!  I fucking love being an attorney, and the serendipitous occasions, like this, especially, when I can see, that something has changed in alleged friends, I am passionate about shredding these dumb asses, that get carried away, and start to feel somewhat superior to me . . . dig the hell out of the thrill of the kill . . . especially, Shelley's bull shit crew!  LOL!   

I can guarantee that there is surveillance all over that damned place, in ever nook and cranny, listening to every word that comes out of my mouth, not only so the bitches can learn how to be me, but so the possible, good guys, can also, listen and hear the cleansing statements of truth, with facts, dates and those juicy delicious details that only the real McCoy would know!  Like the fact that the Utah Medical Association, sent me a letter, after I was diagnosed to die, that they appreciated all the work I did, basically putting Utah docs on the map for fighting government fraud units, putting the government back at least 15 years, in their quest to torture and snoop into docs records, looking for evidence of upcoding and over billing the government for health care and expenses!  They were not happy with me, and I got them in time to save the docs, tons of trouble!  With the financial planners and securities advisors, that help came by way of filing the Brock et al v. Herbert et al, securities case with attorneys and financial planners from all over the nation calling to thank me, in addition to the federal courts making a shit load of money, from firms paying to get the up to date briefs I filed, via, electronic filing, 39, just on the first page, first week of the case!  I AM PASSIONATE ABOUT PURITY!  BUT OBVIOUSLY, MY CLIENTS, THE COURTS, THE BAR, AND UTAH WAS NOT PURE IN THEIR LIES!  BOOB BRIGADE GOT THE GIG!  AND THE $357 MILLION!

Fun and Games with the Sheriff's Department Bus Drivers!  LOL!

I got up early, on Thursday and exercised, went swimming, and before I left the Pov, that morning, Ann, when she was still on my side, and a friend, temporarily, told me she didn't feel right about me going up hiking in Rattlesnake Canyon, seeing that twice before, in the early morning hours, I had issues, and her ex-boyfriend who just got into town, said that he could not believe that I was going up hiking alone in the Rattlesnake, that there had been satanic rituals, and evil stuff going on up there.  So, that morning, when I got on the bus, with the bus driver/sheriff, goatee, athletic looking driver, who has set me up, with cops driving by and maybe the hit or whatever, was active as hell that morning at the bus terminal.  He was also the driver, the day, it was mix and match, bus lines, that were not related, and taking him out of his normal route, and being the driver everywhere I went . . . set up, set up!  So, I got up to the top of Rattlesnake and told the driver that I was not going up hiking there today, but going to look around Greno Park, and the Lolo area.  He seemed shocked, and I had noticed, that he was acting strange and this chick, who seems somehow involved in the deal, new rider on the bus, attractive, professional, could be a cop, or a federal agent, the one who told me there were no rattlers up Rattlesnake Canyon, that is was just the way the road was snaking up the canyon that gave it the name . . . whatever, it was on the front page of the newspaper, that a man had a run in with a rattler, just two weeks earlier . . . 

But, as we got back to the bus terminal, and I decided to go write my blog, I notice the goatee driver, running up to the chick driving the Bonner bus, who walks, talks and drives the bus, like a cop, kicking someone off in Bonner, East Missoula, or Riverside, for bringing a red plastic gas container, without gas, on the bus, immediately, unhooked her seat belt, and ran back to the bus, kicking him off, and when he asked for her name, she proudly, as if she was used to citizens asking her badge number when she harassed them or denied them their rights, and gave it to them.  Most women bus drivers are a bit hesitant to handle problems on the bus, but if you are a cop, different game, just like me, nice until the need arises and I am all lawyered up and game for the fight . . . live, breath and die for it!  But, the driver of the Rattlesnake, said something to her, and I knew that I had been set up with feds getting off in East Missoula, when I checked out the Living Waters Church and Cafe, and as the driver knows, I can be a creature of habit and he probably thought, we didn't get her up the Canyon, so it is now up to you to let us know if she gets off in E. Missoula.  Or so it seemed.  But, I tricked both of them . . . I didn't get off at that time, but I did, get off, early and decided to go to McDonalds, no Broadway East, and get a Diet Coke, to fool them, by not going back to the terminal . . . the chick seemed pissed, and she had been writing, during her brief stop in Bonner, probably telling the cops that I didn't get off and was coming back to town.  

I laughed and waited for the #5 bus from Rattlesnake to show the driver and cop that I SNAKED his sorry ass!  LOL!  And in deed, the bus driver/cop, did seem genuinely surprised that I was back no his bus . . . I am a gamer . . . games for grownups!  I love it, and always win!  LOL . . . three years and counting, just a few months from 4 years all these fuckers have been trying to take me down, so they can spend my family's money, on their RVs, trips and vacations, retirement, without being caught or brought to the attention of non-Mo feds, that, people who don't have any earning power at all, or a history of it, Kay . . . going $10,000 in debt a month in her shitty law practice, for ambulance chasing, before stealing my cases, parents, set income, Sue and Kevin retired, Tiff and Dave, Shelley the welfare queen, not the gal at the Poverello Palance and dealing with Elvira a the Bitch Queen, Ann, who is most likely a cop herself.  

But, I got back to the terminal, and I knew that these fucking cop, bus drivers, had something planned up their sleeves, so, I first ditched over to the number 2 bus, hoping to get a driver, that didn't know what was going on . . . no such luck, and as we got ready to leave the terminal . . . guess who pulled up aside the bus I was on, the goatee man, putting his hand up to his face, making the universal signal to call him . . . threw their plans off AGAIN . . . I jumped off at the first stop and turned the other direction, just in time to get the inbound bus, number 2 . . . gotta love that every 15 minutes buses . . . back to the terminal, going the opposite direction than the man that sees goats!  LOL!  I stayed on that bus, because the #2 turns into #1 and goes straight to the law school; however, my phone started to beep, uncontrolably, marking my location to sky ears!  Oh, I am on the libraries computers, and I only get 1 hour, so I was cut off, and had to get another reservation to finish this blog, so if I get cut off, you will know that my second hour is up . . . but, I went upstairs to read the Wall Street Journal headlines, and the guy sitting across from me, was asleep and he had a NSA . . .National Security Agency hat on, and I thought, I hope the Mo cyber spies, are asleep on Saturday, now what did I say about government workers?  LOL!  

Needless to say, I got my blog done on Thursday and I am getting it done today, after a highway patrol man tried to pick me up, while reading in the hospital, but I was already GONE!  LOL!  TOUGH LUCK OFFICER!  YOUR OUT OF YOUR FUCKING JURISDICTION . . . PASSIONATE ABOUT PURITY, WOULD NAIL YOU IN A LEGITIMATE COURT OF CONSTITUTIONAL JURISDICTION, ASSHOLE!  LOL!  Probably a Mo Pro, using a highway patrol man/woman's car . . . the other night at the Pov. just after staff locked the doors for check in, some, Billy Idol, bleached blonde cop, looking and acting like robo cop, pounded on the door to no avail, and finally got in his squad car and burned the asphalt down the street!  LOL!  I am still alive, happy, breathing, pissing cops off, for the 20th year, and getting my two cents out to the world, by the billions . . . digging the hell out of life, love, and everything . . . oh, that reminds me, I have 5 minutes for the Shades of Grey!

Secret Ring on My Bed, Perfect Size and Possible Symbolic Significance!

So, my loyal readers know, that I hooked up with James "Angel" Kennedy, allegedly, one of the 51 Kennedy cousins, and nephews of both President Kennedy and Bobby Kennedy, most likely stating, after our meeting where I refused dinner, dates, kisses and going to a hotel, with the double, because I am sure he is some flunky cop, who just happens to look like the Kennedy family, but, he allegedly got shot after being with me . . . skiing anyone, with Brett and Kay anyone . . . but, there have been strange events since leaving, Mr. Kennedy, who told me to meet him in Durango, then swapped me for my booby little sister, Rachel, who you all think is me, JoAnn S. Secrist, or likely Joann Secrist, allegedly two different women . . . no, I did it all, all they claim, I did, you love them because of the stuff I did, you just got introduced to them . . . and you never have a second chance to convince someone that the first person was not the real JoAnn or attorney, therefore, making it almost impossible, given my living situation, that perfectly, and purely fits everything I have been writing about in this blog . . . when I say I am at at homeless shelter in Butte, I am fucking in Butte, when I say I have been at the Poverello Center for about two months, I have fucking been there every day, except a short Zip Trip to Kalispell for a day, around the 15th of last months, check the Salish-Kootenai Transportation Shuttle, purchased tickets, in Missoula and on the return trip, in Evergreen . . . evidence, evidence, evidence!  So, easy, it makes me sick that the fucks that are suppose to be solving this can't figure it out . . . BECAUSE THEY DON'T WANT TO FIGURE IT OUT!

Anyway, there have been strange symbolic appearances of Kennedy reminders, probably placed there by Kay, trying to keep the romantic flame between me and Kennedy going, so Rachel and Kennedy can keep claiming that she is me!  LOL!  He is a dumb as Rachel, good match, both don't have a thing to talk about . . . Kennedy could not even remember his date of birth or year, how many kids he had, and whatever . . . Like is attracted to like, both fucking liars!  But, both very physical people and probably have great sex . . . I expect some great conversation, now and again, with my dinner before sex!  Kennedy, didn't know his asshole, from his brain, and he used the head under his belt, rather than the one above!  LOL!  Familiar readers will know that, when Kennedy, good looking for sure, came in the Butte Rescue Mission, just after Christmas, I had this strange reaction, and looked down at my ring finger, freaking out, looking for a wedding ring that was never there, seemingly, connected to this man, didn't know his last name, that just came through the door . . . let's say, I believe in magic and I am a hopeless romantic, so this was weird and seemed to fit my M.O. for getting hooked up with someone1  LOL!  After the ring, came the shoes, the piles of rocks, the blue tarp, more shoes, the switching of a book called, something like Something Love, exchanged for Strange Love . . . . then I had the three knocks, just after Mr. Hot Pants, equally as good looking as Kennedy, Phil . . . Sandra, my Native friend, asked him his name, and said she was going to tell him that JoAnn "Horn Dog" Secrist, wanted to know!  Screammmmm, but I would not put it past her!  LOL!

I believe, it was actually, the night that I asked Sandra to find out his name . . . hot, hot, hot, and getting hotter by the day.  But, that night, I went up and found this strange ring on my bed, that was just the perfect size . . . I think a 7 and a half, if I remember, been a while, and I like bands, better than diamonds, just a gold band, is more symbolic, represents the never ending circle of love, or something like that, but very classy, very natural, and very utilitarian . . . does the job.  My first thoughts were, James has a insider, who did the book, and now the ring, who would know what bed I was on, #6, in a room of 40 beds, so someone had to know what the fuck was going on.  I tried the ring on and if fit perfectly, strange, in deed, and like Pavlovs Dogs, if you took psychology 101, I started to salivate over the through of James Kennedy, but still had the thought so the new guy, freshly on my mind . . . last night, this dude, stood back side to me, and did a full rear view assault, right in my line of sight, leaving me up all night, after walking around the Pov. compound, peeking through the gate spaces, to stare at him, in the yard, behind the fence and thinking about him, each time I woke up . . . but that is now, and I am talking about the ring night.

That Which You Resists, Persists!  I Tried This When I Was Married and Had an Emotional Affair with a Fellow Student . . . Never Kissed, Touched, but the First Time I Saw Him . . . Felt Like My Chest Was Slashed Open, and Heart Fell Out . . . Resisted, and It Only Got Worse . . . Passionate About Purity, Divorced, Integrity . . . Sleeping with One Guy, In Love With Another!  Scream!

With ring on my finger, I thought, if James is a federal agent, he saw the whole situation, tonight, and probably heard it, and in all fairness, he might have been shot because of me, or his association, or the threat of being with me . . . jealous ex-lovers and husbands . . . don't necessarily want me back, but they sure as hell, don't want someone else getting me!  LOL!  But, I faithfully, put the ring on my finger and, kind of dedicated my faithfulness to James, at least until November . . . there was a book that had the title, November of the Heart, sitting in the window seal of the Pov.  I thought, that makes perfect sense, because, if he is a real Kennedy, I had written a shit load of blogs, about the Kennedy assassinations, and JFK Jr.'s alleged death, and if a Kennedy, read them, they might, just want to meet the woman, writing the blogz, therefore, that seemed to satisfy my sense of why a real Kennedy might come to the shelter.  

President Kennedy was assassinated, November 22, 1963, if the year is right, so, I am trying to lose weight, that buys me a few months, to look better, so this might be a good thing . . . put this ring on, and be faithful, close your eyes, don't look at the other guy . . . on the passionate about purity thing . . . I fought Mike, the attorney, for 5 years, and when I finally asked my husband of 15 years for a divorce, he cried and he knew about Mike, my struggle, and we both cried . . . but, within less that 24 hours, my still husband was on a date with his secretary, that he later married for about 2 months . . . how pure were his intentions, and maybe my dream was to protect me from HIM!  Get out while you can still get Mike . . . then, I got accepted to law school, Mike was pissed, wished me luck, for the next three years!  Fine . . . he knew I was ambitious, and that is why he mentioned that he was looking elsewhere, for Mo Muffin!  LOL! 

I Want Pure Love . . . I Deserve It . . . I Fought Adultery for 5 Fucking Years!

I had the ring on the next morning . . . but, it seemed to have the opposite effect on me, the more I was trying not to see, Phil, the worse, I started to think about him . . . Never Say Diet!  LOL!  I took the ring off, a few hours after I got up, put it in my purse, and decided, not to make any commitments to anyone!  I am just going to get in shape, and if the two brutally handsome guys don't want me, I am going down to one of the vintage car shows, and looking for a good old boy, fixes cars, fishes, goes to breakfast out, likes to go to football games, and cuddle up and just have fun, watching a movie, or cooking a BBQ in the backyard!  James and Phil, are both younger, and of a faster set, and I don't know if I want to be bothered worrying about the way I look or younger woman, the rest of my life.  I have longevity on my side, and a youthful outlook and most people would think me either younger than both or at least in their same age category.  But, they both strike me, as not built to be faithful, and might be better memories!  LOL!  

Perhaps that are both, sick of the games, sick of being dumped or dumping, and really do want a good relationship.  Who knows, but, it is Open Range for me Right NOW!  LOL!  Dr. Laura Slessinger, the pop psychologist, before she was popular, who analyzed Jerry Owens and my relationship--he will say that I am Shelley too, and that Elliot is his child and Shelleys, or some fucked up version of the bull shit lies, Dr. Laura, said I had a fear of commitment--that was in 1992, still do, but with the right guy, NO--Jerry proved to be an ass! . . . I believe was on the Jenny Jones Show, just one step above the Jerry Sprenger Show, went off the air when a guy admitted on TV that he had a crush on another guy who committed suicide sometime later.  Sad . . . passionate about purity . . . honest is always the best policy . . . some guy on the bus admitted that he was gay today, so what, I fought endlessly for your rights to marry!  Purity!  I have lived in the fast lane for too long, need to turn the reigns over to the next generation of hot shot lawyers . . . like I was hoping my daughter, would be, and still might, and recommend that she leave her husband and pursue her interests, I never regretted that decision, endless joy from my education and legal training, opened doors, that I love!  Finally, 25 or so years after my divorce, my kids are seeing why I divorced . . . I was emotionally dying, good man, but like being married to a wall, with no emotions . . . I AM PASSIONATE ABOUT LIFE, LOVE, SEX, THE CONSTITUTION, FAMILY, GOOD TIMES, ETC.!

The Dom, the Subservient, the Dinner Discussion

The other night, back on the Ponderosa, I happened to come back about the time that Elvira, was just responding to a couple of cowboys on some dating site, she is going on, to find someone to take care of her sorry ass, she calls it, she is looking for someone to adopt her!  Yuck!  So, I asked her what kind of stuff she was writing?  She said that she had 8 men, responding to her, offer to be dominated! What the fuck?  I asked her to explain, because, that is kind of sick, and seems childlike and I knew that she was getting that from the Bible, which I respect, but only in the entirety of the scripture, that is like a contract between the husband and the wife . . . in Ephesians 2:5, I believe, the woman is to submit herself to the man, as the head of the family, but he is to present her to the Lord, without a wrinkle!  Most people lay the submissive part, forgetting the other end of the contract, that he present her wrinkle free, and in a world that values young, young wives, dumping the 40 year old for the two 20's, the men are not living up to their end of the bargain, even if all the dumb women, submit.  I asked her, if she didn't think it better, rather than being a door mat, and serving her man's every need, that it is better to be partners, discussing issues together, in a manner of love, respect and acceptance as two adults, not in a master/servant relationship?  

No, I am a great catch because, I will do whatever this man tells me to do . . . does sadistic sex acts count?  Abuse?  Slavery?  Other woman . . . she was defending polygamy, last night too . . . let me tell men, that I am every bit as polygamist and not into monogamy as you are, and if it is ever brought back, which the Mo's want, and use as a recruiting tool, I will go for equal protection under the law, and uniform operation of the law, and go for more than one husband . . . hell, I have always, until I make a commitment, been a group girlfriend, starting in second grade, where 10 boys chased me home each night after school, to a group in junior high that I sneaked out of bed to meet and play summer games, to a group of guys, singing me, JoAnn take me down to a place by the river, before I knew them, chased me all over town, til they caught me or blocked me in a church parking lot, to a gang of friends of Mikes, the lawyer above mentioned, to all the cops of all flavors,and long time pattern of a group of men, who simultaneously have liked or even loved me . . . so, no, what is good for the goose is good for the gander!

So, this dumb ass DOM . . . standing for dominator, who can't even support himself, is stupid enough to argue with an attorney, twice his age, and responded to my question, if a man, could be right in all family decisions, fucking all the time and didn't need the input of his wife . . . he said yes!  At that time, I knew I was dealing with two fucking idiots, that are both looking for someone to support them 

PLANET HOLLYWOOD--HOLLYWEIRD WORLD DOMINATION . . . DOUBLE TROUBLE . . . MULTIPLE JOANNS WILL LEAD YOU ASTRAY . . . NATIONAL SUICIDE PREVENTION--CONSTITUTION, CONSTITUTION, CONSTITUTION!!!!!! WHAT HAPPENS IN THE BARN, STAYS IN THE BARN! MS. MAINE . . . WILD ASS FARMER'S DAUGHTER, TEACHING ME A WHOLE NEW WAY OF LOOKING AT THINGS . . . MY MORAL DESTRUCTION, IS DUE TO A GRADUAL SET OF CIRCUMSTANCES THAT HAS EXPOSED ME TO, LET ME SAY, SOME VERY COLORFUL PEOPLE: (1) PAROWAN, UTAH . . . THE COWGIRLS TAKE CARE OF THE COWBOYS, AND THE BOYS SERVICE THE GIRLS! WHERE YOU BORN IN THE SAME STATE AND THE SAME CHURCH AS I WAS! LOL! (2) THE MONTANA COWGILRS AND THEIR FUCK BUDDIES . . . SERIOUSLY, DOES YOUR HUSBAND KNOW? LOL! (3) MS. OHIO FARMER'S DAUGHTER . . . RIDING WYOMING COWBOYS . . . A HYBRID OF FARMERS AND COWBOYS! WHAT WOULD THAT ADD UP TO--FARBOYS OR COWMERS? LOL! AND NOW, (4) MS. MAINE AND THE TRUCKERS OF AMERICA! ALL EXPENSE PAID VACATIONS ACROSS THE COUNTRY, $600 WORTH OF CLOTHES FROM ONE TRUCKER, $400 WORTH, FROM ANOTHER TRUCKER . . . LOT LIZARDS, GERMAN SHEPARDS, OKLAHOMA CITY! MS. OHIO, IS FUNNY, ALIVE, RAISED 6 GOOD KIDS, HAS BEEN RESCUED BY TRUCKERS, PAMPERED BY THEM, LAUGHED WITH THEM AND WANTS HER CDL LICENSE . . . SHE IS HERE PICKING POTATOES, AND INTENDS TO LEAVE EARLY, SO HER AND HER TRUCKER BUDDIES CAN GO TO THE WATER SLIDE IN BILLINGS! NOW THAT IS A FUN ASS LIFE! MY HELL, I HAVE BEEN MISSING OUT, ON THE WILD LIFE--IT IS TIME FOR A CHANGE! . . . MS. SECRIST, KEEPING IT WILD! LOL! I LOVE THIS BLOG . . . CREATIVE GLASS! THIS MORNING, THE SCENARIO FOR THE PERFECT MURDER DAWNED ON ME, WHILE I WAS WALKING UP THE CANYON, AFTER THE BUS DRIVER ASKED ME IF I HAD GONE TO GRENO PARK, ON THE TRAILS . . . I TOLD HIM, I HAD BEEN A BIT TIRED, AND A BIT FREAKED OUT, OVER WRITING ABOUT ENCOUNTERS OF THE WORST KIND, AND THEN HEARING ABOUT THE 62 YEAR OLD MAN, WHO WAS PARTIALLY CONSUMED BY A BEAR SOW AND TWO OF HER CUBS, WHO HAVE NOW BEEN ADOPTED BY THE OHIO ZOO. WE BOTH COMMENTED ON THE FACT THAT ALL THE YELLOWSTONE WORKERS WERE MORE UPSET AT THE MURDERING BEAR, WHO WAS PUT TO SLEEP, THAN THE MAN, SHE AND HER CUBS EAT FOR DINNER! BUT, SATURDAY AND TODAY, AS I RECOVERED FROM THE TWO EARLY MORNING INCIDENTS, FIRST WITH, WHAT I HAVE COME TO BELIEVE WAS A MOUNTAIN LION, BUT A RESTRAINED ONE, BUT ONE THAT TRACKED ME! THE BUS DRIVER SAID HE IS TRACKED BY MOUNTION LIONS ALL THE TIME, WHEN HE IS HUNTING! HE SAID, THEY DON'T BOTHER ME . . . I SAID, YEAH, BUT I AM A MUCH MORE TENDER AND JUICY MORSLE THAT YOU ARE! LOL! I DECIDED THAT I AM GOING TO GET SOME BEAR SPRAY, JUST INCASE--BUT, I NEED TO HAVE IT ACCESSIBLE, SO WHERE DO I PUT IT, CAN'T BE IN MY BACKPACK, VELCROED TO MY SWEATSHIRT--MAYBE? 5 MINUTES OFF THE STREET UP IN LINCOLN PARK, YOU ARE LITERALLY, IN DEEP FOREST, WITH A FEW HOUSES, AND A FEW OTHER WALKERS, JOGGERS OR BIKERS, BUT NOT EARLY MORNING, WHEN I LIKE TO BE ON THE MOUNTAIN, IN THE PINES BY MYSELF . . . BEAR SPRAY, THE EQUALIZER? HOPEFULLY! JUST THIS MORNING, ON THE NEWS, BRIAN AND CHRIS SHOW, THEY TOLD OF A MAN, A MATADOR, WHO GETS IN THE RING WITH BULLS, A BULL FIGHTER, IF YOU WILL, AND IN MAY, HE WAS GORED, IN THE NECK! AFTER TAKING THE LAST FEW MONTHS TO RECOVER, HE GOT BACK IN THE RING, AND THE BULL GORED HIM IN THE NECK A SECOND TIME! SCREAMMMMMMM! I THINK I WOULD BE FOR THROWING IN THE RED SILK SCARF! NOT LOL! MY DAUGHTER, NICOLE, WITNESS A BULL FIGHT IN SPAIN, AND SHE SAID, THEY ARE REALLY BLOODY AND MADE HER SICK! I BET THIS GUY WAS SICK TOO--WHAT ARE THE CHANCES, FIRST OF BEING A BULL FIGHTER, AND SECOND OF BEING GORED IN THE NECK A SECOND TIME . . . SYMBOLISM? REALLY!

I Am So Sorry, You Landed, In a Homeless Shelter . . . I Mean with Your Education?  I Am Even More Sad For You Than For Myself . . . Actually, I Am Quite Happy!

Elvira, before she left the Poverello Palace, for Polson, to take care of an old man, I think she hopes, will actually either take care of her, or adopt her, to use her words, said . . . JoAnn . . . this is just a vacation for you, you are going to the spa, swimming, hiking, and doing your blog.  So, is there anything wrong with that, I am digging the hell out of this homeless thing, having a ball, hanging out with better looking men, between Butte and Missoula, than I ever saw when practicing law!  LOL!  I told the woman, mourning for my educated losses, that when I was out in Bonner this morning, I looked around at that small houses, and thought of my homes, that were either taken or are under U.S. Marshal, sheriff and cop arrest, or lock down--guarded 24/7 from its owner, probably with a cop, living in my house and using my cabin, up at Panguitch Lake, and yes, if I think about it, I will go crazy, how much I have lost, but on the other hand, just looking at the beautiful mountains, outside East Missoula, Riverside, and Bonner, the River, the blue skies of Montana, and all the fun activities, interesting people, and fodder for writing, I am actually really happy!  I live a very simple life, as stripped down as you can possibly get, and loving it a ton!  I told the lady, that two months ago or so, I was in Utah, and my daughter, Greta, drove me passed the 5th Judicial District Court in St. George, Utah, and I told her I was so, glad, that I was not sitting in some boring courtroom, listening to some blow hard attorney, and some lame ass judge!  LOL!

One of my friends at the Pov. Palace, overheard my conversation with this woman, out by the lockers, and she said, I really liked your answer, it was good, and made sense.  Amanda, has two advanced degrees, in addition to being a fitness trainer, and I know that she has struggled being at the shelter, but the changes in her have been amazing, to say the least and for the better!  I think, that every one, should experience, living in a shelter or mission, it is the great equalizer . . . there are no cast systems here, no deference, no preferential treatment, we all do our chores or we are kicked out, and if there is an error, on one side or the other, the error is on the side of the least worthy by the world's standards, but the most worthy by the shelter standards!  But, I have seen people come in beaten down by the world, circumstances, life, relationships, families, and when all is said and done, they realize that we still live in a fucking beautiful world, great state, fun city, and we have really cool people surrounding us, and there are times when, loneliness is worse than sharing your living quarters with a ton of other people.  Gratitude is what most people come out or this situation with, and of all the top seven most hated sins, that God has listed in the New Testament, ingratitude tops the list!  It seems like the less, I try to be the attorney me, and just accept the situation and enjoy whatever it is that I am doing right now, which is kick ass cool, the more people are recognizing the lawyer in me . . . if that makes sense?

WOW!  Do You Live Here?  Yes.  You Sound Educated?  I Am.

So, this guy in line, in front of me at the Pov. for lunch, turns to me, and says, WOW--do you live here? . . . I had just freshened my make-up, something, I never did in the real world, but, hey, Phil is hotter than hot, looks a bit mean, but, whatever, never smiles--cop, cop, cop--lol . . . what can I say, I enjoy looking at him and maybe it has taken me until I turned 60 to appreciate men, first Kennedy, now Phil . . . probably his undercover cop partner, biker dude, riding buddy, and best friend, and the way he acts, he could be married, can't quite figure him out yet?  Assassin?  I can tell he is both attracted to me, and is trying to stay away from me--love, hate, push, pull--cop, so he could be married, and if he is not undercover CIA or something like that, then, maybe we have something to learn from each other!  I always have to watch where he gets into line, and I make sure that there are several people between me and mystery man, because, the urge to reach out and touch, is right there on the surface!  LOL . . . love his arms, that silver bracelet, broad shoulders, nice ass, tall, and whatever . . . details, juicy, revealing, details! LOL . . . yeah, it is real hard being in the homeless shelter!  LOL!  I better be careful, or I will get kicked out, and that would not be any fun!  LOL!

The cook, asked me if I wanted some soup . . . about a half cup, please.  You sound educated?  I thought to myself, you think you can tell my educational level, simply from hearing me tell the cook I only wanted a half a cup of soup--COP!  I mean, come on . . . I gave him my sphill, blah, blah, blah, and he started saying that he thought that Mitt would have made a good president--Mo COP!  I not indulge this idiot, and get into a political battle with him; he is probably the next on a long list of people in the shelter, that will lie and report, when asked, that I am someone other than I am!  Oh, and double trouble, after writing about the cops, at the Fresh Market, Broadway in Missoula, in their staged, stupid sting op, discovered, with the watched, watching the watchers, now, my friend, actually two of them, said they saw a woman, who looked, dressed, walked and acted just like me, but a few pounds thinner, like I would look, once I get my weight off, which is coming.  Oh, great, I have suffered through 5 sister doubles, 2 attorney doubles and now, reportedly there is this chick at the Market, and another one, Ann, saw driving a car . . . the one in the Market, was wearing, exactly what I do all the time, my black uniform, and my sometimes orange baseball hat, that I was wearing on Sunday!

First Exposure To South Gate Mall, Missoula . . . Exposed on Film!

Three years ago, back in the day, when I was early in the state of Montana, but not unfamiliar to cops nationwide, for my cases, taking out dirty cops, going after prosecutors, judges and getting a good number, either off the bench, put them through hell in a lawsuit, or taken off the bench in the case of corrupt judge, I was sitting in the South Gate Mall, reading a Montana Magazine on tourism and various places of interest, and I turned, and noticed a large camera, on a tri-pod, taking pictures, of what the photographer, first said was the stores, that were directly, on the right side of me, with the camera on the left, and me, smack dab in the middle.  Digital cameras are not like the old ones, even huge ass ones like this one, taking pictures without a flash . . . but, I asked the guy if he wanted me to move, and was I in his way?  I had a great new hair cut, that even looked better, without washing it for several days, given the natural curl . . . Walmart Smart-Style, Toole, Utah, Nicole, hairstylist!  But, I went back to my reading, and looked up again, and this guy had moved the camera to another angle, that was not pointing at the two retail stores, he said he was featuring, or some lame ass excuse, but the large lens and camera, was directly aimed at the back side of my head and hair.  I said, are you sure, you don't want me to move?  Oh, no, you are fine . . . later he was directly in back of me, and breathing down my neck!  What the hell . . . so, this new double, sista club is out, sounds like it, looks more like me, dresses like me and walks like me!  Planning on killing me, now that I have somewhat of a presence in Missoula, written about it too much, or the gals are busy in other parts of the state and country . . . 

I would check for money laundering in Chicago!  And probably through a bogus law firm, would be my guess! Every time I turned my computer on location or tracking my location, it would be in Chicago . . . likely connection, because I worked for Americans United for Life, very prestigious law firm, dealing with education and public interest, and the United States Supreme Court!  CIA Make-A-Wish Foundation, giving the girls the national experience I got in Chi-Town, 1992, between my second and third year of law school?  Probably . . . if the locator is off, Pacific Time is what the post time is, even though, I am and have always been in Mountain time!  Talking about murder . . . what would be the perfect cover for a murder, in Play City, U.S.A?  

I have been thinking about this with a combination of thoughts, the whatever, that was up the mountain, snapped the large branch, snaking through the pines, FBI surveillance planes overhead . . . the man killer bear and cubs, allegedly, or was that to cover for a starved grizzly or mountain lion, left to eat my remains, after being shot, poisoned, or with my neck broken by whatever, human animal was tracking me, both from above and below?  Early morning, silencer, nobody around, a caged griz or lion, even on a chain, or with a looped collar around it, and left the hungry animal devour or consume the parts of me, that were the evidence of a more sinister crime?  Nice . . . probably was the plan!  Yellowstone, allegations, made up name, sob story about putting down the bear . . . Nick, would could very well be in on this thing, from New Jersey, giving me reports, even in the newspaper, with the FBI and CIA, easy, easy, easy . . . AP or the Associated Press reporting it at the request of the government, oh, hell yeah!  Plus, the feds want man to be afraid of predators, and move out of the mountains, close all the roads, or put them in storage . . . so only the ruling elite, under the one world order get access to the beauty!  Just as you head up the steeper part of the trail in Rattlesnake, there is a sign that freaks me out, just in the wording and the implications of the words . . . END OF PUBLIC ACCESS!

Congratulations to the Wilks Family, Largest Land Owners In Montana . . . Working a Swap With BLM, Then Allowing Public Hunting on Their Property!  Now that is Community, Montana Minded . . . Way Cool!

This land is your land, this land is my land, from California to the New York islands . . . this land was made for you and me!  There is another group of family landowners, who are doing something very similar to this . . . putting lands back into the public lands arena, and making previous private property, open again to the public!  Yahoo!  Thanks!  I can't stand that fucker, who owns a casino in Vegas, and then came to heaven, Panguitch Lake, and bought up 168,000 or so acres, then turned around and purchased the lodge and 32 or so cabins, surrounding the lake, that the rest of us peons get to some and use, when we can afford it!  But, he hated hearing the 4-wheelers and side by sides, cruising around the lake and it irritated him that he had to deal with the added traffic!  This asshole took land that was previous private, but the old owners, allowed anyone to hunt, fish or log for personal use, like the Rex Bess Family, that I married into, to come and harvest enough logs to make their cabin, at Scoot's Creek . . . but the government double, wrestled that and the Bess Family Home, that Allan intended for me to have, but the cops didn't think I deserved it or something, after taking a million home of my sister, Rachel's, that I won in a lawsuit against her ex-husband, the bank, title company . . . like tons of people do!  Nor did they, the cop and feds, that I deserved the house, that belonged to a client whom I freed from a year in jail, and 45 years in prison for a crime that he never committed, but the cops doctored the evidence, taking two trips to the hospital and making it ONE!

Allan was fucked by Shelley, not this chick, bad ass, who saved Allan's ass from the cops, but Shelley, the bitch you fuckers believe to be ME, and then she shot him, point blank in the head, with a 22, then her and Frank of Interpol, cut up his body parts and burned him in the new furnace in the basement, and plastered the ashes into the cement walls of the basement . . . in the home that the real Allan had lived in since he was 5 years old!  Then the two, following the show, RICHES, with Minni Driver, looks like Shelley, ransacked the house, for all the money, which was substantial . . . faked that Frank was Allan, then he married me, as a double . . . I annulled the marriage, after the discovery, Frank even signed the annulment, but Judge Ney, who married us and knew damned well at the time I married the liar, he was not Allan, whom had run-ins with the cops up a Panguitch Lake, even mug shots, that the cops denied me, Ney was a cop before he became a justice of the peace . . . Liars, liars, pant on fire . . .  how much did they pay you, Judge Ney . . . you, Judge Westfall . . . You, Judge Walton . . . You, Eric Ludlow . . . you, Judge Shumate . . . you, Judge Ted Stewart . . . You, Judge Lyle Anderson . . . you, Judge Clarke Waddoups . . . you, Judge Tena Campbell?  FUCKING REALLY?

I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING MORE . . . I AM SICK TO MY STOMACH!!!!!!!!

YOUR EVERY ACTION, MUST BE DONE IN LOVE!

Little White Church, Riverside!

 

I AM THE TYPE OF WOMAN, WHO WHEN HER BOOTS HIT THE GROUND IN THE MORNING, THE DEVIL SAYS, OH, NO! LOL! (CHERISH GIRL BRAND . . . I SUBSTITUTED THE "WANT" TO "AM!) ANY ONE CAN BE A HERO, BUT ONLY THE FEW CHOSEN ARE SUPER! JAMES G. . . . TEEN ART, CALIFORNIA BRIDGE! INSPIRING . . . AS IS, "DON'T HATE . . . COMMUNICATE!" AUTHOR UNKNOWN. CLEAN POWER: (1) WASHED IN THE WATER, CHANGED, STRONG--CHRIST; (2) TRUE TO THE OATH TO PRESERVE, DEFEND AND PROTECT THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION; AND (3) A LIFE OF HONESTY, IN STRENGHTS, WEAKNESSES, BUT REALIZING, THAT AS IN CHRIST AND BEST FRIENDS . . . A FRIEND BEING THE HIGHEST FORM OF RELATIONSHIP IN THE NEW TESTAMENT, ACCORDING TO CHRIST--BEYOND A LOVER--A TRUE FRIEND, SEES YOU MAKE A FOOL OF YOURSELF, AND REALIZES THAT YOU HAVEN'T DONE PERMENANT DAMAGE! TEAM CLEAN POWER . . . "MOM, YOU MUST SAY WHAT EVERY ONE ELSE WANTS TO SAY, BUT IS AFRAID TO!" AND THERE IS A REASON, I CAN GET AWAY WITH THAT . . . THEY CAN'T GET ANYTHING ON ME, I REPENT TO DAMNED FAST! LOL! NO, IN ALL SERIOUSNESS . . . I DON'T SMOKE, DRINK, USE DRUGS, GENERALLY DON'T SLEEP AROUND--BUT, HEY, I AM HUMAN, A TENDER HUG WORKS MIRACLES AT TIMES . . . LEO BESCALIA, THE LOVE MAN, AND AUTHOR, SAID, THAT A PERSON NEEDS AT LEAST 14 HUGS A DAY TO SURVIVE AND BE HEALTHY . . . START HUGGING! WE ALL NEED IT! JUST RECENTLY, THE MISSOULIAN NEWSPAPER, MY FOUNTAINHEAD OF ALL KNOWLEDGE, HAD AN ARTICLE ON "KANGAROO CARE" FOR NEW BORN BABIES . . . IN MY WORLD THAT CONNOTS TO BULL SHIT CARE, OR A "KANGAROO COURT" WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT I EXPERIENCED IN THE UTAH COURT SYSTEM, FROM 2010 TO 2013, IN ITS ENTIRETY . . . BUT WHEN DEALING WITH HUMAN BABIES, THE IDEA OF A KANGAROO POUCH, OR BEING CLOSE TO THE HUMAN TOUCH WORKS ALL KINDS OF MIRACLES, HEALTH, BONDING, CONNECTION, AND IS GREAT FOR BABIES. I CAN DISASSOCIATE FASTER THEN ANY ONE . . . SO, I WAS NOT A REAL TOUCHY FEELY TYPE MOTHER, AND GOD SENT ME 4 VERY STRONG BABIES, WITH HEAVEN, KNOWING DAMNED WELL, THAT THIS WAS NO MOTHER TO MESS WITH, AND THE KIDS BETTER BE GOOD, OR ELSE! LOL! I AM MUCH NICER NOW THAT THEY ARE OLDER . . . MY ALMOST 40 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER, ALMOST PERFECT BY ANYONE'S STANDARDS, ADMITTED, JUST A FEW MONTHS AGO, THAT MY CHILDREN WERE A BIT SCARED OF ME, BUT NOW, THEY ARE NOT! LOL! YEAH, IT IS AMAZING WHAT GREAT KIDS, WILL DO TO RELAX AN OVERACHEIVING MOTHER! LOL! LAUGH, LOVE, LIVE . . . WHY SO SERIOUS? LOL!

Maine Farm Girl's Shirt . . . Attitude!  Love It!  The Chick Matches the Shirt!  Before that, She Had a John Deere Shirt . . . I Want Those Shirts!  LOL!

 

I walk in the woman's dorm bathroom, at the Poverello Palace, one of the best homeless shelters in America, if not the world, and this, what I would have described, as a down home, pure breed, country girl, green John Deere Brand shirt, blingy cowgirl belt, tight ass fitting jeans, and a country girl hair do, was commenting on various shelters, religion, hypocracy, truckers . . . she refers to them as her 18 Wheeler, Knights in Shining Armor!  Love It!  A Canadian truck driver, stowed me away, to 12 miles outside of Great Falls, with helicopters, sheriffs and other cops up there, being alerted to my presence in their jurisdiction, but his man, got me out of the reach of the Uni Police in Missoula, last summer, when I, unknowingly, jumped into the middle of a hottly contested, race for sheriff, between a member of the sheriff's department, and the police department, shortly after a lawsuit between the two entities, had taken place, with the juicy and delicious details of the case, sealed, and me, just commenting on an editorial comment in the Missoulian, about a candidates, reputation as a good man, and a man who upholds the law, and abides by the CONSTITUTION!  A biggie for me!  Something that should come as no surprise, by anyone, reading my blog, knowing anything of my history, background, legislative and courtroom batttles, all about preserving, defending and protecting, that, to me, sacred document, that has withstood the test of time, and survived, creating, what to me is the greatest country on the face of the earth, because of the civil, constituitonal, and human rights that it provides for this country.  I have a fucking right to write about that, excuse me, without a cadre of cops, breathing down my neck for doing so . . . and that stands, a year later, too . . . or bus drivers, shelter workers, hospital security, and anyone else for that matter, with many of them taking the same oath that I did!  NOT LOL!

 

So, I can totally relate to the woman, who lauds these drivers, as her Knights in Shining Armor, in 18 Wheelers!  The relay race that had to happen to get me to safety was: (1) the Mountian Line Bus; (2) the Canadian truck driver . . . and NO, I didn't have to trade sex for a ride . . . he could tell, I was a no nonesense type chick, that even at his mercy, I was not a force to be reconded with; (3) two men from Great Falls for the area up around Vaughn . . . with little cyber spies, following my every move, listening when I called the Golden Triagle Shuttle, that services, routes for free, going from Shelby, to Great Falls, and back to Kalispell, that has saved my skin, umpteen times, in similar situation, involving cops of many flavors, from cities, on those routes, whisking me away with murderous assholes, laying in wait, at places like the Kalispell Regional Medical Center, with former chief of police, now in charge of security, bringing in some federal goons, trying to stop me from getting out of town, after writing, not about what these assholes have done politically, but just for writing about what they are doing to me!  LOL!  If you don't want you name in lights, or your departments, or your security, STOP FUCKING WITH ME!  EVEN THE DEVIL, SAYS, OH, NO, WHEN MY BOOTS HIT THE GROUND IN THE MORNING!  LOL!  I am not joking, I am willing to go to the mat for my beliefs and I am willing to go to any lengths, to take down those who took the same oath, and are fucking with this country, the Constitution, the rights of "WE THE PEOPLE!"  There are NO WHITE FLAGS on this ship . . . going down fighting, screaming, kicking, and writing!  LOL!  The word is more POWERFUL THAT THE SWORD, YOUR GUN, YOUR FUCKING BADGES, YOUR CARS, ETC.! 

 

Your audience, may be the nations cops, mine is the WORLD, there is a tool on this blog, that allows any person, on the face of the planet to read this blog in their own language!  You are looking the fool to billions!  The smart cop departments, will just leave me alone and realize, that we should be on the SAME FUCKING SIDE!  Fuck the goddamn Patriot Act, unless you are dealing with foreign entities, non-citizens, and those without rights, dumb asses . . . I will have your dicks on a hangman's noose, with a jury . . . they don't give a rats ass about THE SIZE OF A BITCHES, LYING BITCHES BOOBS, FOR GOD SAKES . . . GET IT, DEAL WITH IT!

I Wasn't Born In MONTANA, But I Got Here As SOON As I Could!  I Was Not Raised on a RANCH or a FARM, but I Sure As Hell Have the Cowgirl Attitude, and the Fierce Passion and Love for FREEDOM, INDENDENCE and LOVE OF COUNTRY!

Contrast and Comparison . . . Utah Attitude vs. Montanan Attitude!

Saturday, I had just hiked up Rattlesnake Canyon, where there have been two pretty scary, incidents, and yes, incidents happen!  But, there is this great lady and her brother, who live where the bus stops at the top of a very cool street name, to be sure, and almost symbolic in and of itself . . . Lincoln . . . another person who gave his life for this country and what he believed in . . . adding the 13th amendment to the U.S. Constituiton . . . for black suffrage or the right to vote!  This sister/brother team, had the most refreshing response to hearing about my travails, and what is going on with me and had gone on, for basically my whole legal career, fighting the good fight, and the sister, Republican, was so shocked and alarmed, hearing about my house, the car bombing, the satatogue on my truck, the theft of my identy by Mo Motherfuckers in Utah, during the 2012 elections, etc., that this woman, beautiful, not only in looks, but in spirit was so irate and furious, she was ready to fight them herself, this nebulous, faceless, nameless . . . Unified Police Force, starting with local, state and going to federal cops, that have harassed, threatened, intimidated, chased, and whatever they could get away with doing, trying to lock me up, kill me, make me disappear and simply just go away, seeking to cover their 15 fucking years of lies, government whores, putting women, who are being allowed the "RIGHT TO RISE" ON MY NAME!  FUCK NO, YOU GOD DAMN FUCKERS! 

 

The brother, who is a Democrat, hates Mormons--Mitt's Mutts, who refuse to acknowledge that President Obama, FUCKING WON THE 2012 ELECTIONS, AND GOD DIDN'T STEP IN A SAVE MITT ROMNEY--HINT, HINT, ON GOD'S PREFERENCE--LOL, delighted in hearing what was going on, and he was equally shocked, and disgusted, at not only what happened in Utah, but what has happened in Montana, and is currently happening, as of yesterday, with a cop, probably with the direction of the sky cops, knowing exactly when I left the Poverello after lunch, and went to get some peace and quiet, over at the Fresh Market, out on their bench, just reading a book for a while . . . people don't realize, that it is tough to get any alone time in the shelter . . . you don't get to sit and watch TV, or take a nap . . . well, so do, but it on a crate or out on the lawn, either in the blazing sun, or in the almost tornado that came last week . . . some guy, was enjoying his nap, so much, that he barely moved, with a tempest going on around him!  LOL!  I don't hang out at the Market, so, there is no reason, to suspect me of loitering . . . last night, Nick and I, shared an hour, got sodas, cookies, and ice cream, so we buy, when we are there!  But, every time I go anywhere, it turns into cop hell, as it did on a peaceful Sunday afternoon, ending up with two cops, seemingly doing nothing, me leaving--SLIDING OVER TO THE BUS SHELTER ACROSS THE STREET, TO SURMISE OF THIS WAS A LIGIT COP ACTIVITY OR NOT--DIDN'T APPEAR TO BE, AND ABOUT 6 TIMES IN LESS THAT A HALF HOUR, COPS DROVE BY . . . after one COP, drove up, stopped temporarily in front of me, then inching forward, acting like he was going to park, like, NOTHING WAS GOING ON AT THE STORE, SO? 

 

Just as a side note, there are two alleged, Jesuit Interns at the Pov., but yesterday, one of them, showed up, after attending church, just for a minute, and had, a very Mormon look to his Sunday attire, a white shirt, which is always part of the Mo mantra, and I noticed what are called garments, a sign of either a Mormon missionary, returned missionary or a temple goer now, or at least someone who has been through the temple, there was also a guy, who kind of comes and goes, who also appeared to be wearing, what non-Mormons or Jack Mormons, call Jesus Jammies!  Could be undercover FBI, which I have expected, espeically from this particular person, who, has appeared to be on several sting ops and acts defensive and pissed, when I either get away early in the morning, or before the intended sting op, goes down!  Nice cover, a little Catholic stint to the Mo cover-up!  LOL!  But the couple, reacted like a person, who believes in rights, the state not being able to take away, life, liberty and property without DUE PROCESS OF LAW!  We are talking real, personal, intellectual property being striped from me without a charge, for GOD SAKE!  But this little fiesty woman, fists in the air, said, OH, NO . . . NOT IN MONTANA, NO, NOT IN MONTANA THIS IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!  LOVE THAT WOMAN . . . IN UTAH, YOU EITHER GOT A BLANK STARE, OR "CAN THE GOVERNMENT DO THAT?"  NO, BUT THEY DID . . . OH, WELL, ONLY THE RIGHTEOUS SHALL PROPER, YOU MUST NOT BE RIGHTEOUS!  Or did you forget to pay your taxes?  NO . . .oh, well, whatever . . . no shock, no alarm that this country is losing its precious, God given rights, NOTHING!

 

The man, admitted to me that he was gay, and I don't give a rat's ass . . . I told him that I fought, right from the beginning for his rights to marry, to not be discriminated against, to live where he wants, to marry whom he loves, etc.  With tears in his eyes, he thanked me, not only for accepting him, and his lifestyle, a very, genuinely nice man, but for fighting for his rights!  He was so concerned that I had to live, with this constant fear, every second of every day . . . which is a pure and true statement as has been, since, ironically, the day, I got sworn in to the United States Supreme Court Bar!  January 23, 2012 . . . fucking election year, the same year that the fucking Mo, Motherfuckers, with FBI present in the U.S. Federal District Court of Utah, fucking tried to bump the case back to the state level, and then, when I beat the fucking federal magistrate and all his bull shit attempts to protect the government, or rather, Mitt Romney's alleged portion of MY ATTORNEY FEES, just up and closed the case, while I was basking in the glory of superior argumentation, knowledge and research skills that the judge who is to be unbiased, NOT, with the government's attorneys and the outside lawfirms that thought that could either bury me or outlast me, NOT, had already DEFAULTED ON THE CASE, HAVING FAILED TO ANSWER MY BRIEF, FILED, JANUARY 18, 2012, IN FACT I FILED A BRIEF ON MY $357 MILLION CASE, AND ON MY $56.7 MILLION CASE AGAINST IRON COUNTY CORRUPTION, THE SAME DAY, ON MY WAY TO THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT TO BE SWORN IN . . . HAVING TO RACE, ALL THE WAY BACK, ACROSS THE WHOLE FUCKING UNITED STATES, BEING STOPPED, BY, NONE OTHER THAN MY ALLEGED CLIENTS, WHO LEFT ME IN KANSAS, WAITING FOR MONEY FOR GAS . . . BECAUSE I TOOK THAT KILLER CONSTITUTIONAL LAW CASE, BEING PAID A FUCKING $20, THEN ON APPEAL, FOR $60 PER HOUR, AND THEY STOLE MILLIONS, IN NOT A BILLION DOLLARS--(BROCK SAID HE HAD A DREAM, THAT HE GOT A BILLION--I BELIEVE THE NATIONS PLANNERS, THOUGHT HE COULDN'T AFFORD TO PAY TO PURSUE THE LAWSUIT, SO THEY KICKED IN AND HE GOT THE MONEY, I GOT FUCKED! . . . GRATEFUL FINANCIAL PLANNERS, ARE DONATORS TO POLITICAL CAMPAIGNS, FOR PLANNERS, BELIEVING THAT IT WAS ME, WHO THEY WERE LOOKING AT A PRESS CONFERENCES, AND ME WRITING A BRIEF, ABOUT BROCK AND RICE, FAILING TO PAY ME, KNOWING THOSE TWO LIARS, MO'S, REPUBLICANS, BANKED ON MY KNOWLEDGE AND SKILL, AND THEN BROUGHT INTHE TITS AND ASS . . .  THEY EVEN PICKED ME UP FROM JAIL, IN MOAB, WHERE I WAS FALSELY HELD, HOPING TO LOCK ME AWAY FOREVER, UNDER THE FUCKNIG PATRIOT ACT . . . TO COME FINISH THE CASE, WHERE I ACCUSED THE MAGISTRATE OF THROWING THE U.S. CONSTITUTION OUT THE DOOR . . . WHEN HE TOLD ME I WAS NOT WINNING ANY POINTS WITH HIM, USING, AH, 4TH AMENDMENT RIGHTS, WITH THE DEPARTMENT OF SECURITIES, UNDER THE DIRECTION OF THE DEPARTMENT OF COMMERCE, UNDER THE DIRECTION OF THE ATTORNEY GENERAL, THE GOVERNOR, WORKING IN THE STATE OF UTAH, TO PROTECT THE CONSTITUITONAL RIGHTS OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE, INCLUDING FINANCIAL PLANNERS!

Dream of the Lovely Ballerina and the Dashing Prince . . . Liars, Liars, Liars!

Changing subjects now . . . I told staff to wake me up at 4:00 A.M. so I could do my exercise routine, being so important, seemingly, to getting my identity back, no, I am not that fucking overweight, Shelley, the fucking bitch that the cops, hopes to win, being me . . . my life is not, up for grabs, it can't be purchased, nor bought, you can't pay me enough money to keep my mouths shut, or to let you fuckers use my name, for one more second . . . you are the fucking scumb, rock bottom, blood sucking, totally corrupt, pieces of shit, that are using my good name to hide your lying cheating ways, stealing my son's music, his life, his spirit and forcing him to deal with your sorry asses, to be able to play his music, after getting murdered in four other bands, that all were totally rockin, even to killing the lead singer . . . that old, we break'em, then make 'em, bull shit!  Sorry, you haven broken me, and I would doubt that you have broken my kids . . . Yes, you fuckers have made their lives much harder than they would have been, blocked opportunities, jobs, housing, music deals, fame, fortune and whatever, but I doubt, that you have broken their spirits . . . bruised them, but not broken them . . . joke is on you . . . oh, you will love my kids, want them for your own, and then, I hope to God they rip your goddamn, fucking lying hearts out of your chest cavities!  You are defending, fucking Bonnie and Clyde, you dumb ass cops!  Good god, you boss, JoAnn or Joann Secrist, is not me . . . I am sitting at the St. Patrick's Hospital right now, typing this, staying at a homeless shelter, fun as it is and with interests, and probably enjoying life a whole lot more than the ballerina, the bull shitters, who have to watch me daily, to save their sorry asses . . . you have made Gods of these dumb asses, on MY WORK!

 

Get a reality check . . . in my dream, Kay had this long flowing, thick hair, was beautiful, and Brett, was dashing, handsome, both noble, and stately, dancing together!  But in reality, they are fucking fakes, Kay has male pattern baldness, Brett has salt and pepper hair, was old and slumped over, last I saw him and that was back in about 2006!  These two have aged, look like shit, and I have grown younger, because I have beaten the shit out of them, while they have tried to protect the lying assholes and cheaters that they are . . . Brett, my husband, Kay's is his lay--she is not, Joann or JoAnn--he just didn't have the ballz to give up my brand name, my kids, and didn't want Kay's resume--MINE IS TEN TIME BETTER AND MOST LIKELY LANDED HER THE JOB, YOU RESPECT HER FOR--SO MUCH JO--BULL SHIT, I NEVER CHEATED ON ANYONE, INCLUDING A FORMER BEST FRIEND, WHOM MADE ME WHO I WAS IN SCHOOL, AND NOW IN LIFE!, or his, which ever way that works, have the morals of an alley cat, and a bitch in heat, they will fuck anything and everything, that walks!  They are both shitting parents, neglected their own kids, preferring to claim mine . . . I was just living my life, and they are shell shocked, as in Shelley, who are beaten to shit, hell and back, by the real person, who has endless energy, clean energy, and powerful energy, because it is SIMPLEY, MY FUCKING LIFE!  LOL . . . THE TRUTH HURTS, ALL YOU COPS OF EVERY FLAVOR AND LEVEL, ARE SO STUPID, AND HAVE IGNORED, ALMOST 600 BLOGS OF LIVING BREATHING ACCOUNTS OF MY LIFE, AND BELIEVE  IT TO BE THE LITTLE BALLERINA'S WHO HAS A BORING LIFE, AND NO LIFE, WITHOUT ME, AS IS THE CASE WITH RACHEL, SHELLEY, SUE, TIFFANY, KELLY ANN, HOPE, AND THE BITCH BRIGADE . . . THIS IS FUCKING CRIMINAL!  DEAL WITH IT . . . IT IS NOT COMPLICATED, NOT MESSY, NOT CONFIDENTIAL . . . IT IS FUCKING WRONG, BY ANY STANDARD OF DECENCY, IF THERE IS A STANDARD LEFT?

 

I will not be punished for being a great mother, the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree . . . a corrupt tree can't have good fruit . . . ah, check, the old Bountiful High yearbook . . . between 1970 and 1973 . . . check Kay Burningham, check, JoAnn Southwick Secrist . . .  they can't have bribed EVERYONE, NOR GOTTEN RID OF EVERY YEARBOOK!  I am sure that Barbara Williams, Debbie Sparenberg, Jan Davis, Lauren Beal, don't know there married name, the inner circle would lie . . . and why in the fucking hell, did my 40 year reunion invitation get sent to my sister, Susan Southwick Shit or Schmidt?  She may have actually gone as me . . . would put it past the Mo, Mitt loving fucking family members . . . you see, this is about lifestyle, about politics, about money, about fame, prestige, power, and MY NAME BRINGS IT ALL!  Same with my stellar kids . . . some guy is running out of the learning center . . . God is telling me to get the hell OUT!  See Ya1

 

HOT TYPE . . . HOT TRACK . . . LICENSED TO SMUTHER! FUN AND GAMES WITH COPS, ROBBERS, AND BUS DRIVERS/UNDERCOVER SHERIFFS! LOL! AND HERE I AM WRITING MY BLOG! LOL! WHITTLE KAY BURNINGHAM IS SUPPOSE TO BE THEIR POLICE DEPARTMENT QUEEN, AND RATHER THAN ADMIT THAT IT IS I, WHO DID ALL THE THINGS THAT SHE WAS CREDITED WITH, INCLUDING PEDDLE TO THE METAL--SOUL MONTANA . . . MY SON, ELLIOT TAYLOR SECRIST, GUITARIST/VOCALIST FOR "THE DITCH & THE DELTA" BAND, THAT IS MOST LIKELY TOURING AROUND MONTANA, RIGHT NOW, WITH KAY PRETENDING TO BE ELLIOT'S MOTHER, AND HAS CLAIMED THAT HONOR, FOR YEARS, WHILE THEY HAVE BEEN CHASIBNG ME, AROUND TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM APPEARING AS THE STAR PLAYER IN MY OWN LIFE'S STORY, AS ATTORNEY, PROFESSOR, MOTHER, GRANDMOTHER, BLOGGER, LEGISLATIVE ANALYST, BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, OVER ALL . . . AND YES, I DID IT ALL . . . THAT GREEN MONSTER OF ENVY, JEALOUSY AND BULL SHIT WILL GET YOU EVERY TIME GUYS AND GALS! LOL! HAVE YOU EVER PLAYED OR SEEN THAT KID'S GAME, HUNGRY HIPPO, WHERE THE HIPPOPOTOMUS HEADS KEEP POPPING UP AND YOU HAVE TO HIT THEM DOWN . . . WELL, THAT IS LIKE WHAT I AM DEALING WITH EACH AND EVERYDAY, FROM BOTH SIDES OF THE GAME! LOL! ON THE ONE HAND, THERE ARE HIPPOS OF VARYING COLORS, REPRESENTING SISTERS DOUBLES AND ATTORNEY DOUBLES, DOUBLE TROUBLE, WHO STEPPED INTO MY SHOES TO STEAL ONE OF THE BEST RESUMES, IN AT LEAST THE STATE OF UTAH, AND I WOULD GUESS MANY MORE . . . UNCOMMONLY MADE, UNCOMMONLY GOOD, TO BE ENVIED FOR SURE, WOULD ENVY MYSELF, IF I HADN'T DONE IT MYSELF! LOL! BUT, AS I HIT ONE HIPPO DOWN, KNOCKING IT'S LAZY ASS BLOCK OFF, ANOTHER ONE APPEARS TO TAKE ITS PLACE! SCREAM! OR YOU COULD REVERSE THAT SCENARIO, AND LET'S SAY, THAT EACH HIPPO OF DIFFERENT COLORS, ACTUALLY REPRESENTS ME, DOING VARIOUS TYPES OF THINGS IN THE LAW, OR LAW RELATED . . . AND EACH TIME MY HEAD POPS UP, IT IS SLAMMED DOWN, SO NOBODY GETS TO SEE WHO THE REAL PLAYER, ATTORNEY, MOTHER, ETC., IS . . . I CAN TELL THESE FUCKERS ARE GETTING MORE AND MORE DESPERATE, BECAUSE THE NUMBER OF HITS, AND THE ATTEMPTS TO EITHER JAIL ME, CATCH ME, OR DO WHATEVER WITH ME, IS RATCHETING UP, EXPONENTIALLY, TO THE POINT OF OBSURDITY! IT STARTS EACH MORNING, AND CONTINUES THROUGHOUT THE DAY, AND THEN INTO THE EVENING! EVERY FUCKING DAY, FOR GOD SAKES! YOU SEE, MANY PEOPLE, NOT ONLY KNOW ABOUT THE FRAUD, BUT MANY PEOPLE PROTECT, ACTUALLY THE MAFIA, BEIT, MORMONS IN KEY POSITIONS, FBI, CIA, NSA, DIA, OSS, ETC., OR IT IS THE LOCAL, STATE, NATIONAL COPS, OR THE UNI COPS AS I CALL THEM! NOW THE BIBLICAL ROOT OF THAT WORD, "UNI" COMES FROM THE WORD, "EUNIC" WHICH IS A CASTORATED MAN, WITH HIS BALLZ CUT OFF, SO HE CAN BE TRUSTED, GUARDING THE HAREM--THE FLOCK OF WOMEN, WHO WERE SEX SLAVES IN WAITING, OR PROPERTY OF THE KING, BACK IN THE DAY! WELL, THE CONCEPT OF THE "UNIFIED" POLICE FORCE, IS A PRODUCT OF THE PATRIOT ACT, PREZ. GEORGE W. BUSH, DICK THE "LUNATIC" CHENEY, DICK THE SIMILARLY THINKING "LUNATIC" SOUTHWICK, MY FATHER, A BUSH LOVER . . . WHO BELIEVES, LIKE DADDY BUSH SR., THAT BABY BROTHER, JEB BUSH, HAS A "RIGHT TO RISE" FROM UNDER THE SHADOW OF HIS OLDER BROTHER, AS IN THE CASE OF MY SISTERS, ONE AND ALL, YOUNGER AND OLDER, WITH A SUPERSTAR SISTER, SUCH AS MYSELF, IT IS HARD TO GET SOME LIGHT, STARTING FROM JUNIOR HIGH ON, WHICH IS WHERE MS. BURNINGHAM, THE LITTLE GIRL FROM THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS, FROM A DIVORCED FAMILY, A DUTCH BOY HAIR CUT, BOY OF A BOY, STILL, BUT WITH FAKE BOOBS . . . SHE CLAIMS THEY ARE REAL, BUT I HAVE NEVER, EVER IN MY LIFE, GONE UP TO A FRIEND I HAVE NOT SEEN FOR YEARS, AND SAID, GRABBING MY BOOBS, THAT THESE ARE REAL . . . THAT IS ASSUMED, UNLESS YOU LAY ON YOUR BACK, AND, LIKE ELVIRA, YOUR BOOBS, STICK UP LIKE TWO UPSIDE DOWN ICE CREAM CONES, LAYING ON YOUR CHEST! LOL! WHICH TAKES ME RIGHT BACK TO WHERE MY BRILLIANT BRAIN LEFT YOU YESTERDAY, WHEN I WAS TYPING THAT BLOG, ON ELVIRA AND HER BLACK PIMP--ENEMIES PAYROLL BOY, JUDGED ON HIS COMMENTS, BUT I WAS IN THE W.O.W., OR THE "WEB ON WHEELS" BUS, BRINING INTERNET AND BOOKS TO THE POVERELLO CENTER, EVERY WEDNESDAY, BEING PARKED OUTSIDE, JUST AT THE TIME, I STARTED FOR THE BUS, TO GET EITHER TO THE LAW LIBRARY, WHERE I AM RIGHT NOW, AT 12:43 P.M., WILL BE POSTING IN ABOUT TWO HOURS, SO NOTE, THAT I AM MOUNTAIN STANDARD TIME, NOT PACIFIC WHERE KAY AND BRETT, LIVE AND THIS BLOG IS KEYED TO POST, SHOWING WHERE THEY ARE, NOT WHERE I AM LOCATED! OF ALL THE ASININE THINGS THAT THE FUCKING BOUGHT, PURCHASED, AND PAID FOR MORMON CHURCH, NSA, WITH 30,000 SPIES IN UTAH, WATCHING EVERY DAMNED WORD I WRITE, EVERY MOVE I MAKE, AND FUCK WITH EVERY COMPUTER, OR ELECTRONIC DEVICE I HAVE . . . AS IN MY CELL PHONE THAT WAS IN MY DOGGIE BACKPACK, JUST AS I WAS GETTING OFF THE BUS, ON ARTHUR AND EDDY, A BLOCK FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF MONTANA, NEW ALEXANDER BLEWETT III . . . WAY SYMBOLIC NAME TO ME, WITH "BLUE" BEING THE COLOR MY COMPLICATED, FEDERAL TAX CODE, COMPUTER, BRAIN ASSIGNED MOVILLE MORMONS IN UTAH! SHELLEY'S ONLY DAUGHTER, I HAVE TWO, KAY HAS NONE, RACHEL HAS TWO, BUT THEY ARE A GENERATION YOUNGER THAN MY TWO BEAUTIFUL BRIGHT DAUGHTERS, AND SUE HAS THREE, ALL REDHEADS, WHO ARE THE ONES, THAT ARE SUPPOSE TO MAKE YOU THINK, TWO OF THEM ARE MARRIED TO MY SON-IN-LAWS, THEREFORE, MAKING REDHEADED, YOUNGEST SON OF MINE, ELLIOT, OF D&D BAND, THERE BROTHER, WITH SUSAN AND KEVIN SHIT OR SCHMIDT, THE PARENTS OF ELLIOT, VIA BURIED BY SHELLEY'S ISAAC AND JESSE, WHO ARE THE DOUBLES FOR MY TWO SON'S CHRIS AND ELLIOT, TYRONE IS NOT MINE . . . DON'T HAVE THREE SONS, BUT SHELLEY DOES! SOUNDS COMPLICATED . . . IT IS SUPPOSE TO BE . . . BURY THE REAL ATTORNEY, THE REAL MOM, THE REAL BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK BLOGGER, SO YOU AND ALL THE FUCKING COPS, OF ALL FLAVORS, COMMUNITY, FAMILY AND FRIENDS, CAN ENJOY THE SPOILS OF THE "RICH FAMILY" WHO EARNED THE WHOLE FUCKNIG THING, BILLIONS! TO SAY THE LEAST . . . BUT, THE SOUTHWICK, PECKING ORDER, COULD NOT HANDLE MY SUCCESS, MAKING MORE THAN THE WHOLE TRIBE, PUT TOGETHER AND SOME AND MY PROGENY ALSO! LOL! YOU SEE, I FOCUSED ON BRAINS, LEARNING, ACTUALLY DOING THE WORK, AND THE MONEY JUST NATURALLY FOLLOWED . . . THEY, HOWEVER, FOCUSED ON THE MONEY, AND NEVER MADE IT . . . CHECK OUT EACH ONE OF THEIR BACKGROUNDS, AND THEIR EARNING POTENTIAL, IS DOWN RIGHT PATHETIC, AND WITH KAY, ALLEGEDLY TAKING MY PLACE AS THE SECOND, SOUTHWICK DAUGHTER, BECAUSE NOBODY DOESN'T LIKE KAY BABY . . . BECAUSE KAY BABY, IS NOT A THREAT TO MICE OR MEN! LOL! BLAH, BLAH, BLAH . . . THREE MISSOULA DETECTIVES, ONE A CHICK WITH A HUSBAND, WHO WORKS FOR D.J. MCDERMITT, THE NEW SHERIFF, WHO HATES MY ASS, FOR ALLEGING THAT THERE WAS FOUL PLAY, IN THE ELECTIONS, LAST SUMMER, BETWEEN MCDERMITT AND JOSH CLARK, WHO HAS SINCE LEFT THE SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT OR THE "UNI" COPS, WITH MCDERMITT COMING FROM THE RANKS AND FILE OF THE POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE MAYOR'S BOY, TURNED, ALLEGEDLY THE "PEOPLE'S" BOY, ELECTED SHERIFF . . . BUT, IN THIS "UNI" COP WORLD, MCDERMITT IS THE BRIDGE BOY, WHO BLENDS THE TWO COPS SHOPS TOGETHER, WITH THE HIGHWAY PATROL JOINING IN, AND MERGING WITH FBI, CIA, NSA, ETC. TO MAKE UP THE EUNICS DEPARTMENT WHO GUARDS THE KINGS, HAREM . . . THAT WOULD BE ONE OF THE FEDERAL SHITS, LIKE BRETT, FRANK, AKA, ALLAN, TONY, JACK OR JOHN WARE, MICHAEL MCCLINTOCH, JAMES KENNEDY, THE ALLEGED PRETTY BOYS . . . HOPEFULLY, NEW SQUEEZE IS NOT IN THAT MIX, BUT I AM DEAD RIGHT THAT HE PROBABLY IS, AS ARE THE "ACTING ARMS OF THE STATE" FOR PURPOSES OF 1983 CIVIL RIGHTS LAWSUITS, ALL PART OF THE "LEGALIZED MAFIA" WHO HAS BENEFITED AND BEEN BENEFICIARIES WITH THE ALLEGED, QUEEN BEES, STEALING AND ACTING AS THE "COVER GIRLS" FOR ME! FUCKNIG AMAZING . . . WHATEVER! LOL! WHAT'S A COOL BILLION, TO SOMEONE WHO COULD DO IT ALL AGAIN! LOL! ELVIRA . . .

W.O.W. . . . GOING BACK TO ELVIRA AND HER PIMP, WHEN I WAS SO RUDELY STOPPED ON THE "WEB ON WHEELS" INTERNET AND COMPUTERS!

Mind you, there are probably a dozen or so dudes and dudettes, on the payroll, that I am funding to be fucked over by a crew of Poverello Center, people, one of which is Elvira, Shelley's double, supposedly a long tall woman, is a long black dress . . . she wears dresses all the time, because her ass, is even bigger than mine, which is shrinking, all the time, going from a size 22 to a size 16 bathing suit, which I just bought yesterday . . . hint, hint, hint, purchased it as the very symbolic store, near the Pov. on my Walmart Money Card, ending in #0192, for anyone, looking for evidence of the real McCoy, or me, and looking for proof that the Secret Seconds, that is the name of the thrift store, I bought the new suit from, yesterday, at roughly 2:45 P.M. while I was waiting to have a Progress Report with Noah, at 3:30 P.M. setting three goals to get my sorry ass out of the Pov. to face the real world, looking to: (1) get my Social Security card, having done all anyone has had to do, but still being stopped, when the SS employee, got a secret second message, telling him not to issue the replacement SS card, because it is being used, and that JoAnn S. Secrist, is a legal fiction, therefore, don't issue her a replacement card, it will fuck up the doubles!  Holy shit, they make it hard for a girl to make a living now days!  LOL! (2) yesterday, after visiting the Missoula Job Service and setting up an account, with the computer, making me, re-enter, everything from my name, not being spelled right, to passwords, of my kids names, and an age number, being rejected . . . I wonder why, and even every damned text box, making me do it over and over again, even though I knew damned well, I had entered the information correctly . . . and who, team, as access, access, access?  Wrong, wrong, wrong!  It is the Mo run NSA, under the direction of the Mo run, FBI, CIA, and the clown squad, dictating, who lives and dies in this Game of Thrones!  LOL!  The Mo fantasy, Kings and Queens, Priests and Priestesses, Prince and Princesses . . . they know, I am into "WE THE PEOPLE" not thrones and principalities, like in the Mo Foe Temple crowd!  What a fucking joke . . . Kay? Laughable!  Brett, Laughable!  Shelley?  Total joke . . . Frank, fucking Kings Jester . . . which is just being brought back, after about 10 centuries of being ousted!  LOL!  These guys are fucking stooges!  (3) finding an apartment, because, as Noah and the crew, know, I am somewhat protected at the Pov. with people watching daily and nightly to see if I am there . . . game over if we can get her out of the Pov. or any other shelter, so the cops, can some in gangland style, and use a battering ram to knock down my door, and act like I am the biggest criminal since, well, Bonnie and Clyde, or Kay and Brett, their Lord and Lady . . . Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha . . . !!!!!!!!!!!!  What a fucking pathetic bunch of sorry ass, losers, fakes, doubles, liars, frauds, and jokers, that have duped you all!  Actually, one of the detectives, not eaves dropping like you guys, just eating, but overheard, the name . . . Rachel Hoffman, symbolic of Mark Hoffman, the Mo Uni bomber who killed 3 people, back in the 80's, I believe, pulling the wool over the whole fucking Mormon Church hierarchy, who paid top dollar for fake Mormon historical documents that Mark Hoffman wrote himself . . . only in this case, Rachel is not smart enough to have written one of these blogs!  LOL!  Truth is a defense . . . ask the ambulance chaser, KAY!  LOL!  The torts dumb ass . . . she never mentioned the word "Constitution" until she became ME!

The Ice Cream Cone Queen . . . Defender of the Woman Who Spent All Day, Yesterday, On Dating Web Sites, Looking for a Man to "Adopt" Her Sorry Fat Ass!  Elvira Was Typing One Finger at a Time!  LOL!  Pimp Boy, Said He Saw Something Well, Kennedy-Like In the Woman?  What?  This Bitch has Been Dumped Twice in One WEEK!  LOL!  Star Power of Shelley!  LOL!

Allegedly, this black pimp, part of the "uni" cops, who guards the harem of the "legalized mafia" of cops, Mo's, real mafia, and gold diggers, on the "Secrist Family Dole" came over and kind of hit on me, until he found . . . just got a black strip of shit, on my blog from the NSA, protecting their slave boy!  LOL!  But, I joked about Elvira trying to get his black ass, and the rumor I started to save him from the witchy woman, by telling her, that he had the hots for some younger girl, who just left, who had a cast on her leg, and just got either kicked out, or checked out.  Then, our conversation, went to me, mentioning, some dude, Mr. Hot Pants, that I would like to get a three-some going with him and Mr. Kennedy, not at once, but me sharing two, beautiful men, mind you, not until I lose my weight, these Bushie's hate fat women, and will go for the dumb, fake boob, bimbos, over some smart woman, like myself!  LOL!  I can beat these fucknig bitches at that own game, always did in high school, having 8 boyfriends at time to their one or two, their entire high school years, if they were lucky!  LOL!  Think I can't do it again, ladies . . . why do you think the "eunics" are trying to take me out at the swimming pool, or at all the 6 gyms, and health clubs I have joined over the last three years?  Right, they fear me thin . . . get a shit load of men now, at least 100 pound over weight!  LOL!  Go figure, some 20 something, saw me on the bus out to Bonner the other day, while he was looking for forest land to camp on with about 12 friends . . . he got one look at me, and his eyes were glued, making me feel more uncomfortable, than I have felt in a long time, actually since, I pushed, Scott Negal's face, away from me, while in a car, going on a Junior Prom date, when he just kept staring at me!  LOL!

The kid, even followed me back to the Pov. to my complete surprise, and asked me if I wanted to go camping with him and friends . . . has a van, with table, chairs, bed, etc., in it . . . ah, no, I don't want to give up my bed, for a hard penis and a 20 year old!  LOL!  Am I crazy?  No, jail bait in their somewhere!  My friends were looking at me, like what the fuck is going on.  I told them this baby was asking me to go camping . . . so, Elvira, who really is a big time cougar, started calling me cougar after that . . . projection, projection, projection . . . hell, my friend, Sandra, had to go ask, Mr. Hot Pants, what his name was, because I am too shy to talk to him . . . REALLY!  I can take on the whole fucking nation of cops, but make me go talk to someone, I have a girl crush on, and forget it!  LOL!  Elivra, told someone the other day, how sad and pathetic, that I had been throwing myself at this guy, and he was not taking the bait . . . like, what fucking planet is this vamp coming from?  Anyway, this black dude, W. cop, goes all ape shit on me, for saying that I thought this guy was good looking . . . jealousy, dripping out of his ass!  Holy shit, he starts telling me that there are other good looking guys there . . . like who?  I am sure he was referring to himself, and we are not going there!  LOL!  I said, well, I have my types, and he is it, as is Kennedy, chiseled face, brutally handsome, cool, a alpha male . . . and how fitting, to match an alpha female like myself . . . chicken shit, as I am!  LOL!  You two, just hang in there 100 pounds and going!  LOL!  Actually, out in Bonner, on my clandestine bus ride, rifled with intrigue and bus driver secrets, I saw a little white house, with a Rebel flag, and two choppers out front, symbolic of the two riding buddies, two studs, I am in love with, yes, both!  

Alpha males think they should have more than one woman, well, they are not used to a woman, who, actually, can love, not only two, but three, and counting!  LOL!  I fucking just, dig HOT, OUCH, HOTTER THAN HOT MEN!  LOL!  As many as I can get!  LOL!  Deal with it . . . Ha!  

That was just a side note . . . but, payroll Mo FBI boy, undercover at the Pov. freaks out on me, and starts telling me how cool the woman, he just told me he was avoiding like the plague, was . . . that intrigue, that mystery woman, who is looking for a man to take care of her ass, and she is spending full time looking!  LOL!  And the woman, he just tried to hit on, but got rejected, or at least, detoured through another guy, she is looking at and just wanting to "reach out and touch" those hot pants, and other unmentioned areas of him, getting more and more, attracted by the second, while he is staying away, more and more . . . come on Honey, I won't bite . . . that is Elvira's field . . . I am a lover, not, well, I am a fighter, but making up can be so fun!  LOL!  So, go figure, this guy tells me that he is not impressed with me at all, and if the FBI or CIA, wanted to kill me, I would be dead, and if he was given a contract on me, I would be toast.  I retorted, that if God is with me, who could be against me . . . they just can't get me!  At least, he was willing to admit, that might be true.  LOL!  And it, certainly fucking IS!  I am a three year, billion dollar, hit, and well worth the kill . . . worth way fucking more dead than alive, and keeping the fakes from blowing all the money I am making for them . . . done for love, not money, but they are all about the money!  Probably on a rafting trip, or a Jeep Safari, in Moab!  LOL!  I dig writing my blog, taking down cops, and doing what I do, every day, like playing cat and mouse games with the cops of all flavors, laughing my ass off at Anni-isms at the Pov., watching Elvira make a fool of herself, and watching Mr. Hot Pants, over and over and over and over again, I LOVE BEAUTIFUL MEN!

The Southwick crew, living off me and my family's brains, music, blogs, blah, blah, blah, can have their rafting trip, down the Durango, Animus River, filled with Gold Mine, shit, fucking up the natural beauty of the great river, that is the pride of the City, or it would be with me . . . River Festival was awesome . . . yeah, that was little old me, not the boob brigade, down there in March, April, and maybe in May, June!  Love the place, but the gold water has to go, that is the stuff of the frauds, gold digging ass holes, who would drink the shit!  LOL!  No, I am definitely a mind game person . . . Gaming for Grown Ups!  LOL!  The flow of the blog, takes on a life of its own . . . I realized lately that I am in the clash of two worlds . . .

THE CLASH OF THE TITANS!  I AM A WARRIOR QUEEN!

The Physical Arena (Cop World) vs. the Mental Arena (My World)

Elvira, who is long past her prime, is still seeing herself as a Jewish Princess!  She is my age, but, she actually really looks 60 . . . some young guy, who tried to hang out with me yesterday, leaving, his mother image, Elvira, to stir in her shit, after spending the whole day with the little dude, lost him to me, and me, not being a Cougar, in any way shape or form, other than trying to find, Energy Partners of any age, who are my physical and mental stamina, and the closer to my age, the better, that is why Kennedy was so alluring to me, he told me he was 62, and thought I was a ton younger than he was, and introduced himself as "an old guy."  LOL!  I said, how old are you?  I am just two years younger than you are . . . when he saw my birth certificate, which doesn't bother me at all, since, youngster, yesterday, guess me at a whopping 37 years old, looked shocked, and said, You are an old broad!  Fuck Yeah, and proud of ever, lack of wrinkles on my beautiful face!  LOL!  Actually, I believe, Kennedy is in his 50's, somewhere.  I have never lied about my age, or anything else, of merit . . . don't need to, it is more fun to see the shock, disbelief, and denial, that I am actually 60 as I claim to be!  LOL!  Like I said, I can knock down a 30 at any time!

I would gladly be interested in a man my age, as long as he can stand up in it . . . if you know what I mean girls!  This bull shit, that men in their 40's, need Viagra and Cialis, is so lame, they must be, being held hostage by the brunettes!  LOL!  In fact, that bus driver, cop chick, who heard me tell, the old fat, bearded guy from Bonner, thanks for the Brunette jokes he told me, yesterday, and I said, loud enough for the driver to hear, that I used them in my blog, and he proceeded to tell, some young, blondes, that jokes . . . preferences, preferences, preferences; Gentlemen, Prefer Blondes . . . Marilyn Monroe!  One smart woman, who had to hide her brains, used her sexual prowess, and got murdered for it!  The cops, want to go back to that world, of dumb blondes . . . that is why they prefer, Rachel, my alleged double . . . dumb is as dumb, does, as Forrest Gump would say . . . but, Elvira, mentioned the other day, after getting the shit beat out of her, and dropped by HOMELESS guys, that feel her desperate clinging to youth, that she is not used to this type of guy . . . you know, the homeless, that her family, Jewish, the women are this and the men are that, blah, blah, blah, and in the same breath, is lauding her credentials for being a good wife!  Scream, desperate, desperate, desperate!!!!!!!  But, I understand where she is coming from, because the same type of culture shock, is what I experienced, after having my cases, stolen, money, houses, cabin, vehicles, and being stripped of everything that resembled, me the attorney, the success . . . probably some lame ass, fringe FBI experiment . . . the Monarch and Miranda Projects . . . how long can JoAnn still see herself as herself, if we strip her of all reminders of her former life . . . forever, dumb asses, I am who I am, I have done, what I have done, and I continues to produce daily . . . so, good luck!

The better question might be, how long can you protect the harem, from my brutal attacks?  How long can you stand me ripping your asses daily?  Do you actually think this 20 year veteran of domestic wars with you, is going to just lay down my sword and die?  Do you actually think, that I am stupid enough to believe that you, actually prefer these fake chicks, trying to be me?  I know the boobs are a distraction, but, I would think that it is highly apparent, by now, that there is a huge ass difference between me and the fraud broads, regardless of whether you like big ass tits, fake as my resume is on her!  LOL!  Don't you want to LEARN FROM THE BEST?  The one who has been kicking your asses for 20 fucking years?  Or do you want to continue to play the Tits and Ass girls, thinking, that if you send them to college classes in English and Communications, you send them to the CIA, field of dream, law school, cheating system of quick degrees, and bull shit, lies, not being accredited as law schools, worthy of any bar association, that you can continue to cover their sorry asses?

NEVER BE LESS THAN YOU ARE . . . FOR YOUR CHILDREN, SET THE BAR HIGH! 

I mean, really, look at your new boss at the Department of Justice, U.S. Attorney, Loretta Lynch . . . an attractive woman, about my age, with a body that matches sitting on her ass for 20 or so years, practicing law!  Will you risk getting the shit kicked out of you, in court, by someone like me, if not me, if this shit doesn't stop, hate crimes and acting under the color of law, denying me everything from my civil and constitutional rights, in addition to my life, liberty and property, not to mention, my OWN CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN, WHO PROBABLY ARE RECRUITED TO WORK FOR YOUR FUCKING ASS AGENCIES, HOPING TO TURN THEM AGAINST ME FOR WHAT, FUCKING MONEY?  My children will answer for their own sins as will their spouses!  They were taught, that HONESTY IS ALWAYS THE BEST POLICY!  But, even God, who lost a third of his children in the WAR IN HEAVEN, gave the heirs their own free choice and agency.  Why would I do differently . . . and parents, never back down from who you are, to be less for your children, that is what makes them strong!  Greta went into the Navy to do something more than ME, as an assistant attorney general, and that has been added to a hundred fold!  Nicole said she would be good, because her mother was GOOD . . . grade-wise.  My children, were young, when I got poisoned, the first time, and kept in the dark, when the Mo mafia, stole all I earned and made, my cases, blah, blah, blah . . . at times we feel that our children know us, and they really don't, nor understand who we really are as a person, not necessarily as a parents . . . two different things!  And, my children, are dealing with people in big ass government positions, that are twice their age, if not more, feeding them full of shit, using brain washing techniques, and lying daily, to cover the true motives for their actions . . . Kangaroo Kare, like Kangaroo Kourt!  ABSOLUTE BASTARDIZED BULL SHIT!  JUST LIKE, OLD AB, RUNNING THE SHIT SHOW!

I ditched his sorry ass, as well as Brett, Michael, Tony, Jack or John, Kennedy, twice, and anyone, whom I perceive to be MY enemy combatant or on the side of the lies, the government whores, claiming to be Me!  I don't need a brand name, because, I AM A FUCKING BRAND NAME!  If you can't pick up the attitude . . . the attitude determines the altitude . . . your humble church mice of women and men, are only humble, because they really didn't do any of the shit they are claiming!  There has to be a huge amount of insecurity in that, knowing full well, that you are not a lawyer, just pretending to be one, short cuts, don't a lawyer make!  I am used to dealing with a world of attorneys, doctors, and professors . . . the cops world is not my world!  I don't think like you do . . . the physical realm is not my realm, nor ever will be . . . I choose the higher pleasures of mind, thought, intelligence, argument, resolving differences, when I can with intellectual conversation!  I do not select my man, by the size of his dick!  That is not in my realm of thinking, never has been, nor is the size of my chest . . . before 3 years ago, when this whole bull shit started, well, it started back 15 years ago, but I was thin and gorgeous, so you can't blame it on the weight, you cops, just could not take a woman kicking the shit out of you!  But, I weighed 140 lbs. and had it going on, so, you were threatened by me, and took me out of the game, worried that I would become the next Utah attorney general, or a Congresswoman, both totally easy . . . the guy at Social Security, said, why don't you just surprise these guys and jump out of a hat and run for office!  Then, how are you going to explain, me not having any I.D.?  That you have been able to stop me from getting a car, a life, job, etc. . . . then what?  You seriously don't believe that I can run on my credentials alone?  FUCK YEAH . . . AND MY BLOG, FUCK YEAH . . . WATCH ME YOU FUCKERS!  GOOD IDEA, SS MAN!

Cara turned ugly with her last shot, playing lawyer one too many times!

Cara, is a Southwick family name, my brother, Richard, who is allegedly dead, probably a CIA stunt, and is working on his second family, making his quiver full of arrows, that imagery from the Bible, polygamy, which these fuckers want, as much as the Muslims, thinking men superior to women, hell, most men can't keep one woman happy, but alleged dead brother's wife's name is Kara . . . it the book, she is a law intern at the firm, mentioned and the main focus of the book . . . a dirty firm, with swinging partners, much like the boyz club that I am dealing with . . . so even the name is symbolic . . . Shelley, who started her own, mortgage company, could tell the deference that I would get as an attorney.  She had breakfast with me one day, and I told her to work with the U.S. Federal District Court, making sure we are okay on having her, write the complaints for her clients, and me, doing a limited appearance, not fully representing her clients, just helping her out, by appearing in court.  Shelley, was allegedly working with Amy, a part Asian chick, a clerk of the court, when these issues were coming up, and I told her I would not violate the rule of professional conduct and ethics, so check our arrangement out!

Shelley came back with, I know how I can be an attorney . . . I will practice under the third year law student rule!  Shelley, you are not a law student!  Go to law school!  That is the only way to be a lawyer, or you can take the bar in Wyoming and California, where you can actually take the bar exam and if you pass, you can practice in those states, alone . . . in Utah, you have to have attended an accredited law school, and have taken the bar exam, and passed.  Then she told me, that she could practice as a legal assistant . . . you are not a legal assistant either, nor have you been through school for that, nor certified.  She was furious, and it looks like she made the right contacts, with old buddies of her's, all involved in the Brock lawsuit of mine, as NAMED DEFENDANTS, and they all decided, they would rather see Shelley, the former government snitch get the money and honor for my lawsuit, than me, an enemy, allegedly of the government for years, back starting with asset forfeiture, 1997!  The same time, Shelley snitched on her boss and former husband, and saved both her ass and my father's ass, for securities charges, and a foreshadowing of the fraud and bull shit of this whole family, government, friend, community, mess, taking my identity!  Shelley and her son, and obviously, tons of other people, have no qualms of taking something that they didn't earn, nor deserve, but, steal from the rich, is a lie . . . both me and Elliot, and I would guess, Chris, and to some extent Greta, who wrote a plan for water, over in the Monticello area, applying for job, with those ideas, being stolen, without pay, or theft of services, that is a crime . . . but the whole butt fucking, faggot ass mess of them, feel total fine about taking something that doesn't belong to them, and then giving out grants to keep the money laundering under the table, buying out full communities in the process!

That quote from the book I am reading, MOTION TO KILL (p. 156, first line) . . . By JOEL GOLDMAN or Jo El is the gold man . . .BOTH AS SYMBOLIC AS HELL!  I am sure there has been even a motion to kill, coming out of the 5th District Court Judges of Utah where I practiced and they lied, saying Shelley or Rachel, now Sue and the younger I get, Tiffany, is ME, when they damned well know who I am . . . but, Jo's Elliot, is the gold man . . . not that fuckin' lying, fake band Isaac, like mother like baby . . . test that one out, and the name of the author of this book too!  The FBI and CIA, ought to look at stuff like this . . . the truth can't help but appear, wherever, whenever, and through whomever, because, TRUTH IS THE UNIVERSAL PRINCIPLE!

Go for the Higher Pleasures of the Mind . . . Like Fine Wine . . . You Get Better, Smarter, and Wiser, with Age!  And it is Even Better, If You Can Stay Looking Young, but Have Those Years of Knowledge and Experience Behind You!

Men, would you rather have a 60 year old, that looks and acts 35 years old, but with the wisdom of a 60 year old, or a 35 year old, that looks like a 60 year old, and is still wet around the ears?  The billion dollar question? 

     

UNMASK! ROLLING THUNDER . . . I'M NOT ANTI-SOCIAL, I'M ANTI-STUPID! THIRD SLASH IN POKE-A-DOT SWIMSUIT--ONE FOR EACH ATTEMPTED HIT? LOL! HALLOWEEN IS COMING AND MY SUIT, LOOKS SO SHREDDED, IT CAN PASS FOR A SCARY SWIMSUIT . . . EVIDENCE OF THE MURDER ATTEMPTS, SYMBOLIC OF WHAT THEY ARE GOING OR TRYING TO DO TO ME? MAYBE? WHY THE COPS MIGHT WANT TO PAY ATTENTION TO THESE ASSAULTS . . . YOU CAN THREATEN SOMEONE WITHOUT ACTUALLY TOUCHING THEM! FOILED STING OPS UP RATTLESNAKE CANYON, JJ DELIVERY BOY/CIA AGENT AT LEARNING CENTER OF THE LIBRARY, ATTEMPTING TO MAKE ME STAY A BIT LONGER? CHECK WALMART MONEY CARD--#0192--LAST FOUR DIGETS, MIGHT GET CLOSER TO FIGURING OUT WHO THE FUCK IS WHOM? MR. RICK CASABLANCA FOLLOWING ME OVER TO JIMMY JOHNS SANDWICH JOINT, TAKING ABOUT 5 DOUBLE TAKES! ANOTHER STING OP? SO WE ARE HITTING THREE FOR A DAY! NICE . . . I FEEL LIKE THE MISSOULIAN CARTOONIST, PORTRAYED, YESTERDAY, 8/11/15, OPINION PAGE, WITH PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE, HILLARY CLINTON, HANGING BY A FISH HOOK, IN THE MIDDLE OF CIRCLING SHARKS OF THE REPUBLICAN PARTY, LABELED WITH THE GOP PRESIDENTIAL HOPEFULS, IN VARIOUS STAGES OF BEING DEVOURED BY THE OTHER CIRCLING SHARKS! LOL! I AM NOT A PURE DEMOCRAT, AND I SURE AS HELL AM NOT A REPUBLICAN--MY CONSERVATIVE FRIENDS THINK I AM TOO LIBERAL, MY LIBERAL FRIENDS THINK I AM TOO CONSERVATIVE . . . AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHERE A BAD ASS CONSTITUTIONAL LAW CHICK LIKE ME SHOULD BE! THE MORMON GOP, RUNNING 70% OF THE CIA, FBI, AND ABOUT 100% OF THE UTAH BASED CYBER SPY OP, AROUND THE POINT OF THE MOUNTAIN, FROM SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH, MO CHURCH HEADQUARTERS, WANT ME TO BE REPUBLICAN, BEING THE MOST REPULICAN STATE, AND ME HAVING TWO HOUSES, FORMERLY IN THE MOST RED COUNTY OF THE MOST RED STATE . . . WITH THE BIGGEST NAME RECOGNITION, MINE! AND 6 MO MUFFINS, BEING PASSED OFF AS ME DAILY, WHILE I AM BEING TARGETS, HAVE HITS, ATTEMPTS ON MY LIFE DAILY, THREATS OF ARRESTS FOR SITTING IN THE PARK HELPING A RUSSIAN, DEAL WITH SOME LANDLORD TENANT ISSUES, PROBABLY MADE UP BY MY ENEMIES . . . LAST NIGHT, AFTER I HAVE WAITED SINCE LAST FRIDAY NIGHT, FOR THE CHICK TO PRODUCE THE DOCUMENTS I NEED TO HELP HER WITH HER ISSUES, SHE SAID IN FRONT OF STAFF . . . OH, I GUESS YOU ARE TOO BUSY TO HELP ME WITH MY LEGAL ISSUES . . . NO, LAST I LEFT IT, YOU WERE TO BRING ME YOUR COURT, RENTAL, AND ADDITIONAL DEPOSIT INFORMATION, SO THAT I COULD CONTACT THE PROPERTY MANAGERS, AND TELL THEM THAT $7,000 IN ADDITOIN TO YOUR $970 DEPOSIT, IS WAY HIGH, TO JUST CLEAN CARPETS YOU SAY ARE IN GOOD CONDITION, AND PAINT THAT YOU SAID, DIDN'T NEED PAINTING? SHE GOES OFF, AGAIN, WELL I GUESS YOU ARE TOO BUSY TO HELP ME . . . LOOK, I AM DOING YOU A FAVOR, YOU ARE NOT DOING ME A FAVOR, GET YOUR DOCUMENTS . . . THEY ARE IN STORAGE . . . THEN PULL THEM OFF THE COMPUTER, LIKE YOU WANT ME TO DO! I GUESS YOU ARE TOO BUSY! WHATEVER . . . ANOTHER SHELLEY GIG, SET UP . . . GET MY TAKE ON THE CASE, SO THAT SHE CAN COME SAVE THE CLIENT . . . JUST LIKE WITH YELLOWSTONE'S NICK CASE . . . I WROTE THAT I THOUGHT NICK GOT WELL COMPENSATED FOR HIS ALLEGED INJURIES AND DAMAGES, NOT ONLY WITH FOOD STAMPS, BUT GETTING PAID, AND ALSO RECIEVING 19 WEEKS OF WORKERS COMP! GOOD GOD, WHAT ELSE DO YOU EXPECT FROM A SEASONAL JOB . . . YOU ARE NOT THE CEO OF YELLOWSTONE WHO GOT CANNED! THE ATTORNEY WITH NO NAME, SUSPICIOUS, IN AND OF ITSELF, WITH NO LOCATION, MET WITH NICK ON TUESDAY AND SAID THAT SHE DIDN'T THINK THEY HAD JURISDICTION . . . WHAT THE FUCK? YES, YELLOWSTONE PARK IS IN SEVERAL STATES, BUT AS FAR AS I KNOW, OLD FAITHFUL INN, WHERE NICK WORKED, IS LOCATED IN WEST YELLOWSTONE, WHICH IS LOCATED IN MONTANA . . . AND D&C CONCESSIONS HAS A HEADQUARTERS IN MISSOULA OR IN MONTANA SOMEHWERE! SO, ANY LAWYER WORTH THEIR SALT, AND A FAKE LAWYER, LISTENING OR HAVING ACCESS TO SURVEILLANCE ON ME, 24/7 LIKE FAKE ASS ALLEGED ATTORNEY, SHELLEY, AKA, JOANN S. SECRIST, PROBABLY WORKING FROM THE FLATHEAD VALLEY, WHITEFISH OR FINLEY LAKE, COULD HAVE LISTENED TO MY EXPLAINATION ON JURISDICTION WHEN I WAS TALKING TO NICK . . . THERE IS LONG ARM JURISDICTION, THAT ANY BUSINESS DOING WORK IN THE STATE, BASICALLY HAS AGREED TO JURISDICTION OF BEING HAULED INTO COURT IN THAT STATE . . . AND SINCE D&C CONCESSIONS, IS ACTUALLY LOCATED IN MONTANA, FOR SURE THERE IS JURISDICTION! NICK TRUSTS THIS ALLEGED ATTORNEY, REALLY LIKES HER, AND DOESN'T WANT TO LOSE HER? WHAT . . . SHE IS PUTTING THE JURISDICTIONAL ISSUE ON NICK, LIKE HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN ABOUT JURISDICTION . . . AND IT APPEARS THAT HE DOES KNOW MORE, HE GOT A MONTANA ATTORNEY . . . THIS ATTORNEY IS TELLING HIM TO GET AN ATTORNEY IN WYOMING! WHAT? SHE IS NOT LEAVING ME OUT TO DRY, SHE REQUESTED HIS EMPLOYEMENT CONTRACT, AND COULD GET HIM A SETTLEMENT, WITHIN 180 DAYS, BUT SHE DOESN'T WANT TO SHORT CHANGE HIM? WHAT . . . SENDING HIM TO AN ATTORNEY, WITH A COMPANY WHO PAYS THEIR EMPLOYEES CHECKS FROM MONTANA, HAS SURELY GIVEN JURISDICTION IN THE STATE OF MONTANA! THIS IS NOT AN ATTORNEY NICK AND SHE IS THE ONE, HOW SHOULD KNOW ABOUT JURISDICTION, AND THE EEOC, EXHAUSTING ALL ADMINISTRATIVE REMEDIES, BEFORE SEEKING A SETTLEMENT OR GOING TO THE DISTRICT COURT, WHICH HAS GENERAL JURISDICTION. I EXPLAINED TO NICK, THAT THE REASON THERE ARE GOVERNMENT ADMINISTRATIVE AGENCIES, LIKE THE EEOC, AND THE LABOR COMMISSIONS AT A STATE LEVEL, IS TO ALLEVIATE THE COURTS OF BURDENSOM ISSES THAT CAN BE HANDLED OUTSIDE OF THE COURTROOM SITUATION, EXERCISING JUDICIAL ECONOMY, AND NOT BURDENING THE COURT SYSTEM AND COURT'S TIME . . . THIS IS WHY, SUBSTITUTING SHELLEY, KAY, RACHEL, SUE, TIFFANY, AND KELLY FOR ME IS TOTAL BULL SHIT, THE DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT! THE UTAH STATE BAR ASSOCIATION, THAT TOOK A BRIBE ON MY MONEY, TO FUCK ME, SHOULD GET FUCKED BACK FOR BEING SO FUCKING STUPID . . . LIKE I SAID, NOT MS. CONGENIALITY, LIKE SHELLEY, I AM ANTI-STUPID! THIS IS DUMB ASS SHIT! YOU DON'T ALLOW NON-ATTORNEYS TO PRACTICE LAW, WITHOUT GOING THROUGH AN ACCREDITED LAW SCHOOL, AND TAKING THE BAR EXAM, AND A WHOLE FUCKING LOT OF EXPERIENCE TO IMMITATE ME . . . OFTEN IMMITATED, NEVER DUPLICATED! GOOD GOD! BRUNETTE JOKES . . .

Brunette Jokes

• what do you call a man, who is with a brunette?  A hostage!  LOL!
• what do you call a black and blue brunette?  A brunette who told too many blonde jokes!

Elvira and Her Black Pimp!

You are only as smart as the people you are attracted to!  So, this black guy, smart, lauding his credentials, as a college graduate, comes up at the Poverello, and brings his lunch tray . . . now, I have never really talked to this guy, but Elvira, had the hots for him.  Elvira, reminds me of Shelley, by big sister, of one year, and the whanna be me, whanna be attorney, whanna be my children's mother, and whanna ditch her own shitty life!  But, this 60 year old woman, with jet black hair, down below her ass, a fake boob job, that she is ever so proud of, and a big time cougar, looking for a husband, in a place where most men, can't even take care of themselves, is a joke, and so when she told us that, and we kidded her about it, she said, well . . . I am looking for someone to adopt me!  Elvira, chose this, what I thought, until our conversation today, black, somewhat younger dude, who appears, kind of quiet, and withdrawn, but hey, she wants young, she wants black preferably, because she was married, allegedly to some black dude, for 23 years, who was 20 years her junior!  She wants her bi-racial kids to be accepted.  Now, originally, this guy, whom I still don't know his name, kind of dissed her, telling her all these women he had eyes on, or had the hots for, and on top of that, he likes women with small breasts . . . she has a boob job, and was somewhat offended by his comments!  LOL!  He said, well, I like what I like!  Smart at least on that issue, cops all like the same woman, and generally one with huge ass tits, and it doesn't matter they are real or fake!  Scream!

So, Elvira, who sits her lazy ass, 24/7 at the Pov. trying to tell dirty jokes and appear half her age, gave up on this guy and I have not seen them together, and really haven't noticed him, since a few days ago, when the witchy woman in the long black dress, tried hitting on the biggest flirt in the whole place, a skater looking dude, past his prime also, and the two were making out the other night, acting like two juveniles in heat!  The next day, she went on a romantic walk with lover boy, and he ran into a younger lover and ditched her sorry old ass!  She was shocked and devastated!  LOL!

CRIBBING ADDICTION--KANGAROO KARE . . . MAGIC MOUNTAIN, ROUGH RIDER! WOMAN OF GOD--JOY IN THE JOURNEY! GRIZZLY BEAR AND CUBS CONSUME, 62 YEAR OLD HIKER IN YELLOWSTONE, HIKING ALONE, NO BEAR SPRAY, DEFENSIVE WOUNDS . . . A BIT FREAKED OUT ON MY WALK UP RATTLESNAKE CANYON TODAY--DOG STOPPED ME IN MY TRACKS, WOULD NOT LET ME PASS, OWNER EMBARASSED, SAID NEVER DOES THIS, DON'T KNOW WHAT IS WRONG--I DO, PROBABLY ANOTHER TRAP UP THE CANYON . . . BUS DRIVER DID A DETOUR, ASKED IF I WAS DOING MY NORMAL HIKE . . . YES, I AM A CREATURE OF HABIT . . . SPOOKED RIGHT OFF THE BAT, AND THE DOG, APPEARED TO BE A HEAVENLY WARNING, NOT TO PROCEED UP THE TRAIL! REMINDED ME OF FOUR HORSES, OF THE APOCOLYPSE, BLOCKING ME FROM FOLLOWING THEN HUSBAND, NOW MURDERING FUCKER, WITH KAY, WOMAN CLAIMING TO BE ME . . . GOT A GRIZ UP THERE CHAINED UP, TO RELEASE ON ME--BUS DRIVER TOLD ME THEY WERE TRACKING A GRIZ IN RATTLESNAKE, OR IS IT THE SNAKES WHO WILL DO ANYTHING TO STOP ME FROM BEING, ACTUALLY, MYSELF! GIGS UP, FUCKERS! NOT A BIG FISH STORY . . . LAST SATURDAY, MAN AND SON PULL A 16 INCH PIKE OUT OF THE LITTLE POND, NEXT TO THE SWIMMING POOL! NEW LAWS, NEW BIG GAME HUNTING AND FISHING--GET YOUR DRONE MOUNTED, BEFORE THE LAWS CATCH UP WITH THE SPORT . . . HELENA MAN, FIGURES OUT HOW TO TAKE DRONES OUT OF THE SKY, RADIO FREQUENCY, THAT THEY ARE RUN ON, AND DROP THEM LIKE A DEER . . . MAN OUT FISHING ON A PIER, SEES DRONE FLYING IN HIS FISHING SPACE, AND CASTS HIS LINE, CATCHING THE DRONE, BUT THE DRONE FOUGHT ITS WAY FREE . . . NICE CAST, NICE TARGET! UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, AERIAL SURVEILLANCE, USING INFRA RED CAMERAS, SPYING ON GATED COMPOUND, FOUND UNCONSTITUITONAL UNDER THE 4TH AMENDMENT, BACK WHEN WE USED TO HAVE THE RIGHT TO AN EXPECTATION OF PRIVACY, IN OUR OWN BACKYARD! PAY PHONE BOOTHS USED TO BE RULED TO HAVE AN EXPECTATION OF PRIVACY, FROM SURVEILLANCE AND BUGS . . . AND NOW, FBI CAN SEND LOW FLYING PLANES OVER OUR AIRSPACE AND PICK UP OUR CELL PHONES, WITHOUT BEING ON, AND WITHOUT PINGING OFF CELL TOWERS! WE HAVE GONE FROM A DO NOTHING CONGRESS, TO A GIVE COPS OF ALL FLAVORS, MORE UNCONSTITUTIONAL EQUIPMENT TO SPY ON AMERICA . . . IT IS AMERICA AGAINST THE WORLD! WE HATE THIS SHIT! I SMILE EVERYTIME I WALK OVER THE CALIFORNIA BRIDGE, IN MISSOULA, WITH ALL THE GRAFFITTI, BECAUSE MISSOULIANS, A FEW YEARS AGO, TOLD POLICE, THEY WOULD RATHER HAVE THEIR RIGHT TO PRIVACY, WITHOUT CAMERAS, AND DEAL WITH THE TEENAGE ART, THAN TO WORRY ABOUT, BIG BROTHER AND BIG SISTER, KNOWING WHAT, WHEN, WITH WHOM, AND WHERE WE ARE TAKING OUR MORNING WALKS ALONG THE CLARK FORK RIVER! WAY TO UNHOLD THE CONSTITUTION . . . IF THERE IS NOT LONGER, A CITY COP FORCE, A SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT, AND STATE HIGHWAY PATROL, TO MAINTAIN A BALANCE OF POWER, IT WILL TAKE THE PEOPLE . . . US AGAINST THEM, SORRY TO SAY! I HAD A HIGHWAY PATROL MAN, FOLLOW ME TO THE HOSPITAL, SUNDAY, WHERE I WAS GOING TO GET THE BEST PECAN PIE IN THE WORLD, I AM ADDICTED, AND THANKS TO THE BROS. ON THE BIKES, SO AMERICAN FREEDOM FIGHTERS AND ELECTRIC COWBOYS, ACTUALLY FOLLOWED ME INTO THE PARKING LOT, HAVNIG A PRESENCE! IT AMAZES ME, THAT WITH ALL THE LEVELS OF COPS, ALL THE SURVEILLANCE, THE SPY GEAR AND ALL THAT SHIT, THAT IN ALMOST 600 BLOGS, THE COPS CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHOM THE REAL JOANN S. SECRIST, IS, UNLESS IT IS TO HARASS, INTIMIDATE, TRACK, PISS OFF, BUT THE BIKERS, WHO JUST READ MY BLOG, ACTUALLY HAVE ME PEGGED ALL OVER TOWN, OR SO IT SEEMS! WHAT'S UP WITH THAT . . . DIRTY COPS WORKING FOR BRETT AND KAY, ALLAN AKA FRANK, AND SHELLEY, RATHER THAN FOR THE TAX PAYERS WHO ACTUALLY PAY THEM . . . BUT THEY PAY MORE, USING THE MONEY I MAKE OFF WRITING THIS BLOG, AGAINST ME, LIKE GRIZ ATTACKS, HITS AT THE SWIMMING POOL, STING OPS AT THE LAW SCHOOL OR THE HOSPITAL . . . WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THESE DIP SHITS! THIS IS AMERICA! I WAS HELPING A RUSSIAN CHICK WITH SOME LANDLORD TENANT ISSUES, SHE KEPT WANTING TO DO BUSINESS OVER AT THE PARK, DOWN BY THE RIVER . . . ONE OF KAY'S, ALWAYS ARE . . . BUT, I GIVE PEOPLE THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT, AND SO I WENT DOWN BY THE RIVER, WE TALKED AND SHE SAID, I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT ALL THIS HAPPENED TO YOU IN AMERICA . . . TAKING HOUSES, VEHICLES, LAW PRACTICES, ETC. AND JUST AS WE WERE TALKING, SOME LAME ASS, CITY BIKE COP, PULLED UP ON THE WALKING TRAIL, AND PULLED OUT HIS TICKET BOOK, WHILE HE WAS STANDING NEAR US . . . AND YES, OFFICER, WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING WRONG? YOU CAN'T TICKET ME, JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE ME, OR YOU LIKE RACHEL'S BOOBS BETTER, OR SHELLEY IS NICER, THEREFORE, THEY GET TO BE ME . . . IF YOU IDIOTS CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHO I AM BY NOW, AFTER TWO FUCKING MONTHS, THEN YOU ARE COMPLETELY CORRUPT AND NEED TO BE FIRED! IF YOU WANT TO WORK FOR MY ENEMIES, GET OF THE PUBLIC PAY ROLL, AND GOT FOR IT, FUCKERS! GOOD GOD . . . WE HAVE HAD OVER 680 COP KILLINGS IN THIS COUNTRY, A KID IN FERGUSON, MISSOURI WAS SHOT BY 4 BIG BAD ASS COPS, FULLY IN COMBAT UNIFORMS, WITH ALL FOUR OF THEM UNLOADING THEIR BULLETS IN THE KID, AND THEN MAKING IT LOOK LIKE THE KID WAS A CRIMINAL, WASN'T A PROTESTOR, BECAUSE HE ALLEGEDLY TOOK A CAR . . . I USED TO SNEAK MY PARENT'S CAR OUT OF THE DRIVEWAY FOR A JOYRIDE ALL THE TIME AND SO DID MY FATHER, ONE OF YOURS! THIS IS TEENAGE STUFF, WE ARE MAKING CRIMINAL NOW DAYS, LIKE THE ART ON THE BRIDGE AND WALLS CROSSING OVER THE BRIDGE, I DIG READING THEM, GET A BUZZ OUT OF IT! I KNOW THERE WAS A STORM LAST NIGHT, BUT USING THAT AS AN EXCUSE TO PULL IN A DIFFERENT WAY, INDICATING THAT I WAS ON THE BUS . . . SOMETHING UP THIS MORNING . . . THE DOG, WARNED ME, JUST LIKE THE HORSES DID BACK IN MT. STERLING, UTAH WITH BRETT, TAKING ME UP ON THE HILL TO WATCH FIREWORKS, OR TO KILL ME . . . HAPPENS, DUMB ASSES! AND AS WE CAME DOWN THE CANYON, ME STOPPING AND TURNING AROUND, A GOD MESSAGE THROUGH THE DOG, I NOTICED, FOUR HORSES, IN FIELD, WITH A VERIFICATION FROM MY INTELLIGENCE MAN, GOD, THAT YES--THERE WAS SOMETHING WAITING FOR YOU UP THE CANYON, AND THE BUS DRIVER, WAS TOTALLY SILENT WHEN I GOT ON THE BUS, AND DIDN'T RESPOND TO MY QUESTIONS OR STATEMENTS . . . DAMN IT, DIDN'T GET HER AGAIN! TOO BAD, SO SAD . . . I HAVE PERFECT CONFIDENCE IN GOD, PERFECT CONFIDENCE IN MY BELIEF AND ABILITY TO INTERPRET WHAT HE IS TRYING TO TELL ME, AND PERFECT CONFIDENCE IN THE LAME ASS COPS, THAT THEY WILL FUCK IT UP! DEAL WITH IT . . . A COP JUST PULLED IN THE HOSPITAL, JUST LIKE THE HIGHWAY PATROL, ON SUNDAY, TO TRY TO INTIMIDATE ME FROM USING THE COMPUTERS, THAT I HAVE FOR THREE YEARS, OFF AND ON, WHEN THE COPS IN THE SKIES FRY MY PERSONAL COMPUTERS, OR COMPROMISE IT TO THE POINT THAT IT IS CONTAMINATED! ANYTHING THEY TOUCH, IS DIRTY TO ME, THESE DAYS! BIKERS AGAINST BULLIES/COPS, KEEP IT UP, NO CONFRONTATIONS, JUST A PRESENSE, AT THIS POINT! AMERICAN FIGHTERS JOIN HANDS, KEEPING IT AMERICA! FUCK THE ONE WORLD ORDER, DON'T WANT IT, DON'T LIKE IT, AND MY PERSONAL OPINION, ON THE PEOPLE HUNTING AND KILLINGS BY THE COPS, IS THAT THEY HAVE BEEN TOLD TO JUST KEEP SHOOTING PEOPLE FOR MISSING LICENSE PLATES, OR LOOKING AT A NEW CAR, AS IN TEXAS, FOOTBALL PLAYER JUST GUNNED DOWN . . . FIRST RESPONDERS CAN MAKE UP ANY DAMNED STORY THEY WANT, BECAUSE THE OTHER PARTY CAN'T BE A WITNESS! BUT, I THINK THIS IS CALLED SOCIAL ENGINEERING . . . MAKE THE PEOPLE, FORGET THEY HAVE CONSTITUTIONAL AND CIVIL RIGHTS, THAT THE COPS HAVE TO AFFORD THEM, AND JUST KEEP PUMPING THAT IRON INTO THEM, AND EVENTURALLY THE PROTESTORS WILL GIVE UP, THE SIT INS WILL END, AND THE COPS CAN CONTROL THE FUCKING PLANET, WHICH IS THE DAMNED ASS PLAN, THAT IS WHY THEY WANT ME GONE AND TO KEEP KAY, SO THEY CAN USE, MY NAME, SYNONAMOUS WITH CONSTITUTIONAL AND CIVIL RIGHTS, AND BULL SHIT YOU INTO THINKING THAT I HAVE CHANGED . . . WELL, GOD-DAMN IT YOU FUCKING PIECE OF ASS, KAY, THAT IS ALL YOU ARE, TO BE USED AND ABUSED, LIKE YOU HAVE BEEN BY ALL YOUR MEN, STARTING WITH TIM, GOING TO THE ATTORNEY, THEN TO DAVID, BACK TO THE ATTORNEY, AND FINALLY LANDING ON BRETT, WHO IS MANIPULATIVE, JEALOUS OF ME, GOT JILTED, AND HAS VENOM LIKE A SNAKE, WANTED A CAT FIGHT BETWEEN YOU AND ME . . . YOU HAVE HIM, YOU TWO ARE TWO PEAS IN A POD, ONCE CHEATERS, ALWAYS CHEATERS . . . AT LEAST THERE IS A BALANCE OF POWER BETWEEN THE TWO . . . TO NEGATIVES, MIGHT MAKE A POSITIVE, IN YOUR LOVE LIFE, BUT BONNIE AND CLYDE, PRETENDING TO BE ME, BONNIE, NO WAY, AND USING POLICE TO DO YOUR FUCKING DIRTY WORK IS NOT GOING TO FLY . . . THERE ARE WAY MORE OF US THAN OF YOU, COPS, OF ALL FLAVORS, SO BUCK UP, BUCKO, BECAUSE YOU ARE PUSHING THE ENVELOP . . . IF YOU FUCKERS DIG 17 SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS ON EVERY CORNER, LIKE IN ENGLAND, MOVE THERE, WE DON'T WANT THEM!

MOTION TO KILL--(S)HE WAS A SAWED-OFF, IN-YOU-FACE, THUMP-YOUR-CHEST BALL BUSTER! FROM THE LEGAL HALLS OF SHAME--LAW SCHOOL SURVIVAL 101! HARVARD GRAD, FORMER LAW PROFESSOR AT COLUMBIA, MY TORTS, PROFESSOR AT BRIGHAM YOUNG UNIVERSITY, RESPONSE TO SEEING, GROWN MEN/WOMEN CRYING IN THE HALL AFTER FAILING FIRST LAW SCHOOL "STILL WEEDING YOU OUT" PROPERTY LAW EXAM, WITH 25 PEOPLE SCORING WORSE THAN IF THEY HAD JUST SIGNED THEIR OWN NAMES AND STOPPED TAKING THE EXAM! NEGATIVE POINTS FOR WRONG ANSWERS--LOL! RAY JAY DAVIS--I WAS HIS RESEARCH, TEACHING AND LEGAL WRITING ASSISTANT, MY SECOND AND THIRD YEARS OF LAW SCHOOL--AND THE MOST REFRESHING LAW STUDENT HE HAD EVER MET--BECAUSE I DIDN'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS ABOUT IT! LOL! . . . ON LAW SCHOOL GRADES . . . GRADES DON'T MEAN A DAMN! THE "A" STUDENTS END UP WORKING FOR THE "B" STUDENTS, AND THE "B" STUDENTS, ARGUING THEIR CASES IN FRONT OF THE "C" STUDENTS . . . THE MAN WHO WROTE YOUR TEXT BOOK IN THIS TORTS CLASS, WAS A FORMER STUDENT, WHO GOT A "D" IN MY CLASS! LOL! SURVIVABLE! WHAT'S THE "HOLDING" OF THE CASE--WRONG! WHAT'S THE "HOLDING" OF THE CASE--WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! MR. DAVIS--WOULD YOU SLOW DOWN A BIT, SO WE CAN TAKE NOTES BETTER? NO! LEARN TO TAKE NOTES FASTER! CLASSMATE--HIS WIFE MUST BEAT HIM EVERY DAY BEFORE HE COMES TO CLASS! LOL! THINK OF LAW SCHOOL, MORE LIKE THREE YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL . . . PIZZA PARTIES, TALENT SHOWS, DANCES, AND GOLF TOURNAMENTS! 180 OF US STARTED TOGETHER, 12 DROPPED OUT AFTER THE FIRST PROPERTY EXAM, BUT 168 OF US SURVIVED, AS FAR AS I KNOW IT! BY MY THIRD YEAR, FRIENDS AND FELLOW STUDENTS, WERE ASKING ME IF IS WAS STILL ATTENDING LAW SCHOOL! LOL! AND LOOK WHERE I ENDED UP--IN A HOMELESS SHELTER IN PLAY CITY, U.S.A.! LOL! YOU MAY WANT TO CONSIDER THE SOURCE! LOL! ALTHOUGH, I DO HAVE 3 BAR LICENSES MORE THAN MOST JUDGES! LOL! PROFESSIONAL JEALOUSY AND PART OF THE PROBLEM! PEOPLE HATED ME IN LAW SCHOOL, BECAUSE, THEY THOUGHT I HAD A "GOLD STAR" ON MY FOREHEAD . . . OR BECAUSE IT CAME EASY, DIDN'T APPEAR TO BE TRYING . . . THOUGHT IS WAS ACTUALLY EASIER THAN MY UNDERGRADUATE DEGREE IN ENGLISH AND COMMUNICATIONS! I AM AN ALL OR NOTHING TYPE PERSON . . . YOU CAN PLAY FOR 14 WEEKS EACH SEMESTER, AND THEN DO OR DIE FOR THE LAST TWO . . . MY KIND OF DEAL! LOL! WHAT DO THEY CALL A PERSON WHO ONLY PASSED THE BAR EXAM BY 1 AND A QUARTER POINTS? THAT IS RIGHT--A LAWYERS! JOKE WAS ON ALL OF THEM! LOL! BUT, IT WAS ONE HELL OF A FUN TRIP TO THE BOTTOM . . . 5 STATEWIDE GOVERNMENT JOBS, KILLER LEGISLATION OR KILLING LEGISLATIONS, AWARD WINNING MANUALS, STILL IN USE, THREE UNIVERSITY TEACHING JOBS, A TEN YEAR BREAK, FOR TAKING OUT 9 FEDERAL ATTORNEYS AND INVESTIGATION AGENTS--CAT-LIKE FLEXABILITIES--REACTIVATING MY LAW LICENSE, BEATING DEATH . . . FIRST CASE, A $357 MILLION DOLLAR SECURITIES CASE, FOLLOWED BY A $56.7 MILLION CASE AGAINST THE MOST CORRUPT COUNTY IN 2010, IRON COUNTY CRIMINAL COPS AND ALLEGED JUSTICE SYSTEM . . . SAVING CLIENTS FROM ATTEMPTED HOMICIDE CHARGES, HOMICIDE CHARGES, GETTING ONE A NEW TRIAL, AND INTO THE WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM--NAMES #2 IN THE NATION FOR CIVIL RIGHTS DEFENSE, CASES FROM SMALL CLAIMS TO THE U.S. SUPREME COURT, IN BOTH LEGAL SYSTEMS, CIVIL AND CRIMINAL COURTS . . . WHAT A FUCKING COOL RIDE! AND SO WORTH IT! NOBODY IN LAW SCHOOL IMPRESSED ME . . . AND NOBODY DID AFTER I REACHED THE HEIGHTS I DID, AFTER LAW SCHOOL . . . THEY HAD TO TAKE ME OUT UNLAWFULLY, BECAUSE NOBODY COULD BEAT ME IN COURT! SO HERE WE GO GIRLS AND BOYS! OH, AND I NEVER HAD TO CHEAT, STEAL SOMEONE'S IDENTITY TO DO ALL THIS . . . BUT THE ONES GETTING THE CREDIT DID, SHITTY ATTORNEY OR NO ATTORNEY AT ALL! GO FIGURE . . . GOVERNMENT--MEN! LOL! THEY ALL IKNOW DAMNED WELL WHO THE REAL, JOANN S. SECRIST, ESQ. EXTRAORDINAIRE IS! THEY JUST TOOK THE MONEY AND RAN! NOT ABOUT THE MONEY TO ME . . . DO YOUR BEST, AND THE MONEY WILL COME!

Description of a Female Attorney

Sandra had joined the firm as a partner a year before Mason . . . she had been less than enthusiastic about hiring him . . . Sandra didn't think that an ambulance-chasing lawyer was corporate boardroom material.  Sandra blended hard edges and soft touches , , , she didn't need the money she made, and was lethal in the courtroom.  He wanted to break through her refrigerated demeanor.  "Excuse me," Sandra interjected.  "His name is Lou Mason, not Perry Mason.  Would you like to know what the head of the litigation department thinks about putting the future of this firm into the hands of a lawyer whose idea of a courtroom victory is selling a rear-end collision whiplash so story?  Mason felt every one's eyes burning holes into him while waiting to see if he got up off the mat after Sandra's body slam.  His were on her.  She didn't flinch.  Trouble was, angry as he was--she wasn't wrong.  Vicious--yes.  Wrong--probably not.  That was the nature of brutal truth.  Had she known Mason was quitting, she would have thrown him out of the window.

Neither Law School Nor, the Still Noble Practice of Law is for the Faint of Heart . . . the Brutal Truth, is What You Are Dealing With!

WE BREAK THEM, THEN REMAKE THEM!

First and foremost, law school, is a process of taking everything you thought you knew about yourself as a human being, as a student, as a member of society, as your pecking order in the world, and turning it on its head . . . the study and practice of law, is like giving someone a lethal weapon, like a gun, that is neither moral or immoral, but it is an inanimate object or a set of rules, laws, statutes, constitutions, that are then applied to a set of particular facts, that takes on the shape of the beholder, or the holder, as is, in the case of a gun--the law is either the greatest tool for good, or the worst tool for bad, depending on how it is used.  If that makes sense . . . there were Valedictorians, Rhode Scholars, who failed that first property law exam . . . people who barely made it in law school, who were top ten, made law review . . . there seemed to be no real rhyme or reason to who succeeded and who didn't, and that all changed, anyway, once you got out of law school, into the real practice of law, too.  There seemed to be no correlation between the amount of time you put into studying, or the lack thereof, and your grades!  So, in other words, you are starting from scratch, and you either think like a lawyer, or you do not, and if you don't, good luck!

But, the good news is, you can learn to think like a lawyer . . . they say, traditionally, law students, who either have a mother or a father who are already attorneys, do the best.  And that makes sense, they are brought up with the terminology, language, and dinner time discussions, that make this second nature to them, having listened to a parent or both parents, talk about cases, courts, legal principles, concepts and scenarios.  I remember, during my first semester of law school, listening to some tapes on contract law, and I mentioned to one of my roommates, who was not a law student, but a masters, level student, that I had 7 classes, just like this to learn . . . and she said, no, you have 8, a foreign language!  That was so true, the obligee, the obligor, the trustee, the trustor, etc.  

I would say, that one of the things that best prepared me to be a lawyer, is, number one, that I read the scriptures when I was young, and took that to be my rule of law, so to say for my spiritual life, and then took the particular set of facts, at hand, and applied them to the law or the opposite, applied the rule of law to the set of facts that I was dealing with.  In addition to that, I was 36 when I attended law school, so I was a good 15 years on average, older than the average law student . . . and believe me, that delayed attendance didn't hurt me a bit, nor did it after I got out . . . people assumed that I had graduated from law school at age 25, and assumed that by 39 or 40, that I had been practicing law for what 15 years, and I was trusted with huge ass statewide jobs, by that assumption!  LOL!  Motherhood, taught me to multi-task, and that was both beneficial, and kept me anchored during law school . . . kids can't wait, and my studies tended to take second place to family and social life . . . I was just recently divorced, turned the kids over to their dad, acting as friends with kids in common, ex was great support, and took over, while I filled in the gaps!

People Often Have the Wrong Idea of What Happiness is . . . But It is Really Putting Your Time Into a Worthy Purpose!  It is All About Balance!

I found that the most successful law students, were the ones, who didn't put their entire lives on hold for law school, but blended it into what they were already doing.  By way of example: a male colleague of mine, fellow law student, and his wife, both walked through graduation together, he with a law degree, she with a master's degree, and they had two children in tow!  Amazing, and he ended up clerking for the United States Supreme Court, if I recall, plus, in law school, he tended the kids, shared the load with his wife, played basketball and golf, took time to be a friend, and talk about normal issues, like cop profiling, when I got a ticket, driving my Volkswagen Rabbit, with a Grateful Dead Sticker in the back, and a cop pulling me over, thinking I was a California surfer dude!  This guy's brother was a cop, and said they do it all the time!  That was the day that the seeds for being a criminal defense lawyer took root!  But, Steve and his wife, were great parents, amazing students, and worked things out, so that both could reach their school and career goals!  I remember, seeing many male students, inparticular, being up at the law school, all the time, leaving their poor wives, home with the kids, using law school as an excuse to leave or be gone whenever!  I told them, I had been a wife of a master's student, and being the law student, was the easier of the two, having had two children at the time my ex-husband got that degree.  Both family and the law are worthy purposes . . . get that balance, hard as it is!

12 Quizzes on the Law Library, the Blue Book . . . The Nerd or the Olympic Basketball Jock, Top Ten?

At Brigham Young University, J. Reuben Clark Law School, back in the day, 1990 when I started law school, all new law students had to take 12 quizzes on the law library, and it seems we had to do something with the little Blue Book of legal citations!  Now, I was an English major, undergrad, and that helped me immensely going through law school and as an attorney, because, you write!  But, I was sitting in the law library one day, and I am sitting next to this very nerdy looking guys, non-descript, glasses, and whatever.  He was a second year law student at the time, and he was studying the citation book, that I have never used, since law school, nor did I much in law school, and have never touched it since, going all the way to the United States Supreme Court!  But, this dude, tells me, that I have to memorize this whole book.  Now, I believed that with grammar, that you were either born knowing grammar, or you were not, and I was not.  That all changed when I had this brilliant, but lazy English professor, who taught his class, survival grammar, in 15 minutes, I learned more than I had in all my schooling to that point, and that was including almost being an English major graduate . . . but from that point on, I could write for professors, lawyers, doctors and the Supreme Court, without batting an eye!  So, when I learned that I had to learn this monster, I was, more than depressed.

To my luck, about that time, Dave, a jock, and also, a second year law student, came in the library sweating and slamming a basketball, in the palms of his huge hands.  And he said, don't listen to him, you don't have to do any of that stuff to be good in law school.  Look at me, I even took time off, to represent the Canadian Olympic team in some playoff.  He just kind of dispelled my fears, said, it is no big deal, you just go through it and study, there is no magical formula, just do the work, and learn what they have to teach you.  Okay, I can do that . . . Dave ended up one of my law school squeezes, along with several others who took the stress off, in the basement of the law school, make out sessions!  LOL!  I did have fun, and the study of law, was a sideline, as it has been since graduating!  Like my mother said, don't sweat the small stuff and it is all small stuff.  Dave told me that there were guys who graduated top ten and were driving taxi cabs in New York, and those who barely made it out of law school, working as ambulance chasers, and are making bank . . . I loved his laid back attitude.  Dave ended up working for a big ass law firm in New York, hated it, and came back to Utah after law school, and worked for peanuts!  Good for him . . . all about happiness, not ego!  So that was the start of simplifying law school.  Law school was like three years of vacation for me . . . totally loved it, don't even remember it!  LOL!

JoAnn's Suggestions for Law School Survival

• you don't have to be religious to take this word of advice, but I think it was one of the best things I did in law school . . . I kept the Sabbath Day Holy, in and of the fact that I refused to study on Sunday, all the way through law school and through taking the bar exam!  You, fucking need, one day, to totally, let the amount of knowledge be digested, let your brain take a break, take time for family and friends, and just to chill out, for God sake.  Law school, or any schooling for that matter is really gruelling!  I would take my law books and hide them.  I would relax, go to church if that is something you do, or just take time to go to a movie, out to dinner, take time to yourself and with family, doing those things that go neglected during the week.  Even during finals, I would go to bed early and get up at 3:00 A.M., refreshed and ready for a new week, and generally had 5 or more hours to make up for lost time as it seems on Sunday, but sanity time, that can't be substituted.  I remember one guy studying 16 hours a day, and he failed his finals, so he amped it up to 20 hours a day, with 4 to sleep, some actually sleeping at the law school, and he did even worse grade-wise.  He finally relaxed, letting the brain, reach a zone, so to say of relaxation, that let it maximize the efforts he was making, rather than being totally, placing his brain in lock down . . . freedom.  When my ex-husband was getting his master's degree, and we had a ton of law and medical student friends, a law student, actually died in the library, that was open 24/7, and nobody noticed him, until his body started to stink, because he was always there!  Don't do that . . . work smarter, not harder!
• I know that some law schools, make you be in a study group . . . I would suggest, that if you have an option, don't join one.  I think I went to one for about a week, and it was all about the football game, a date, a spouse, or gossiping about fellow students, and little time was spent on actual studying!  I know it his book, Motion to Kill, Mason and Scot, his former law student buddy and now partner, seemed to think that they got each other through law school . . . one guy saw the big picture, and the other guys understood the details.  But, the thing that struck me, is that they were relying on each other, and didn't seem to be self made law students or attorneys, but continued to rely on each other through out their careers . . . possibly the concept of the law firm, where I had the total confidence to file a $357 million law suit, in a specialty area of law, securities having to know, constitutional, administrative, criminal, civil, and securities law, to handle the case, all by my lonesome!  Don't get reliant on someone else to get you through law school, or after.  I remember one of my friends, working for a law firm, right after she graduated, and when the first client came in, she responded to the first question, by running down the hall, yelling, Help, I need a real attorney!  I depended, entirely on myself, and that has served me well, or would have!
• you are assigned about 200 pages of reading a day, and you are suppose to brief each one of the cases, or write a small recipe card, with the facts, the rule of law, and the holding or the ruling in the case . . . that can take forever, and the day, that you don't brief, is the day that the professor will call on you to stand and defend a case!  Scream, always the one day, you didn't do the briefing.  I saw law student after law student, make entire fools of themselves, regardless of how well prepared they were, the professor could still stump them and make them look bad, and that seemed to be their goal!  I decided that I was going to look bad, 5 to 7 times in any given semester, regardless of how well I prepared, so I might as well, skip all the drudgery and bag on the briefing, which I did, and I didn't fare any worse than the other, allegedly, more prepared students.  I remember, one guy saying, we all look stupid, so why worry . . . I figured that one out, the first week!  That saved me a ton of time.  Now, I am not suggesting that you don't read the cases, or prepare for class, I never failed to do that, but the briefing cards, I doubt that one, second or third law student ever briefed one!  There is what you call, Black Letter Law . . . and that is what you need to know, not ever little nuance and detail of the case!  Focus on what will get you the most mileage!  Don't be afraid to make mistakes, just do your best, and be reasonable . . . the reasonable man standard is what is expected, not some miracle man or woman, who is perfect, that just doesn't happen at this stage of your training, nor really any time in law school, just a passage to bigger and greater things!  Don't get stuck in law school!  Some people get stuck in high school glory days, some in college, those frat rats, others get hung up with the law school crowd and others the bar . . .  I never really got hung up, and always figured that the best is yet to come, this blog has been by far the greatest, most interesting and fun thing I have ever done in the law, and the most far reaching and most not necessarily challenging, but rewarding, by far.  There is a sign that has, Uncle Sam, pointing his finger, and saying, We Want . . . with You, crossed out, and Your Vehicle . . . replacing it . . . this blog has been a force for good, fun, interest, and education!  And I am damned sure the government wants it, probably the reason for the push for government control of the Internet, or Internet Neutrality . . . can reach billions of people!  Big time influence, rather than just help my daughter, I can help the whole world of law students!
• always show up for class and always prepare!  I got the highest score out of 162 law students in my constitutional law class.  The professor told the students, that they could prepare an outline for this open book final . . . the book was fucking 4 to 5 inches thick!  Now, the week before finals, someone stole all my notes for all my classes, really putting me at a disadvantage, because, I can't even read my own handwriting, let alone someone else's, and you understand your own notes.  Well, someone, must have been impressed with me and decided that I was their competition and took my notes, or it might have been an obsessed boyfriend, who wanted me to flunk out, to spend more time with him!  But, I was pissed as hell, and had to rely on not notes from my classes, but legal helps, like black letter law study guides, that really were not part of our classes, but gave me a general overall understanding of the law in that subject area, but, I would say were inferior to the class notes, because the prof tests on his material, not general law stuff.  But, at the last minute, I decided, that I better prepare and outline of my con law stuff, on balance of powers, dealing with the executive, legislative and judicial branches of government and what their duties and responsibilities are, and where their powers overlap.  I decided that visually, three circles on a single piece of paper, with all powers and duties in one square, would make it easier for me to remember, and then in the overlapping part, with littler spaces, write all the powers, that might be shared or overlap.  I already knew the facts of the cases, generally, and the holdings or rulings in the cases, but, the professor mixed up some of the facts and the principles of law, taking some facts from one case and others from another case . . . but, that one piece outline worked wonders and the professor actually, asked me to be his research assistant, along with two other professors, torts, and family law.  I knew a guy who prepared a 600 page outline, and was so confused that he got lost and flunked the exam!  KISS . . . keep it simple stupid.  Several of my small section tort students, that I taught, asked me, hearing about my outline, if I still had it and if they could borrow it . . . sure, I was curious if it would be as helpful to them also.  They all scored the top four in con law!  I should have marketed that idea, because it worked big time, and I had a very large or disproportionate number of students, make it into the top ten or law review, from small sections tort . . . I guess that was a bragging item for professors!  Maybe that is why old Ray Jay Davis, the most feared professor wanted both me and Malcomb to stay on the next year, rather than hiring two newbies!
• Be yourself!  Never cow-tow to your professors!  Mr. Davis, whom most students feared and would not even say hello, loved the shit out of me, simply, because, when I was right, I stood my ground, and when all was said and done, he could have saved a whole hell of a lot of embarrassment had he listened to me.  This man was the number one expert on water law in the nation, and spoke at many conferences and was a consultant.  He was asked to write for a law review, a very prestigious thing and what law schools thrive on.  He gave me his paper, and told me to find law that supported the way he had written his paper.  After pulling 127 cases, reading and highlighting all of them, I reported back to the old TROLL, that case law did not support the way he had written this paper.  He slammed his hands down on his desk and said, most students don't have the guts to say hi to me in the halls, how dare you tell me that case law doesn't support the way I have written this paper!  I threw the cases, all 127 of them down on his desk and said, DO IT YOURSELF!  And walked out . . . 6 months later, the Ohio or Iowa, Law Review, sent him his paper back and said, CASE LAW DOES NOT SUPPORT THE WAY YOU  HAVE WRITTEN THIS PAPER!  From that point on, I could do no wrong, as if I ever did, lol, and I walked on water . . . the old Harvard grad, and former professor of Columbia, Arizona, and who knows, dug the hell out of me, and always said, that I was the most refreshing law student he had ever had.  One summer, he asked if I was going to be around to be his research assistant, and I said, well, I did apply for one job, with Americans United for Life, so if that job doesn't come through, then I will be around to work.  He laughed, and said you only applied for one job?  The other research and writing student, had applied, like most do, for 250 jobs!  Needless to say, I got the job, was not around for the summer, and worked for one of the largest, at the time, largest, public education and interest law firms in the nation, in Chicago, exposing me to legislation, the U.S. Supreme Court, the American Bar Association, American Medical Association, the Center for Disease Control and major entities, nationwide, giving me an education in and of itself of the way this government, the law, states working with the feds, works!  A great experience . . . fucking be yourself, change the law, revolutionize it . . . people would read my fun briefs and say, it that a legal brief?  Hell yeah, and as firms all over the nation paid the federal courts to read my stuff, hot off the press . . . I told them, all the federal rules say, is that you have to have contact info, the plaintiff and defendant, the case number, the motion or action, and the court and judge's name!  I swore, used references to witches, slavery, school bullies, etc., and people loved it! 
• don't be afraid to torture the law school librarians!  These people have law degrees, they are probably the "A" students, total eggheads, and can lead you to reference books and other sources that can save you time and your clients money!  I found them to be an excellent source and fountain of knowledge, and made me look great and more than one occasion with my professors and clients.  I would say they are the unsung heroes of any law school, and can just give you loads of good information and direction!  That is there job!  These people don't dig the limelight, and they are more than willing, to let you take the credit for all the great stuff they lead you to find, and then amaze your boss, professor, law partner, or clients . . . DON'T BE AFRAID TO LOOK STUPID, ASK CRAZY QUESTIONS, AND GO OUT ON A LIMB!  No Guts, No Glory!  BE CREATIVE, MAKE NEW LAW, MAKE BETTER LAWS!

REMEMBER TO HAVE FUN, RELAX, LAW SCHOOL IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD . . . THERE IS LIFE AFTER LAW SCHOOL, AND IT WILL SURPRISE YOU WHO SUCCEEDS!  KEEP IT ALL IN PERSPECTIVE . . . BE TRUE TO YOURSELF!  A FEW QUOTES:

• Protecting people when they were in trouble.  That's what the law is for, his aunt Claire had taught him.  She was hist father's sister and the first lawyer, liberal, and hell-raiser in his family.  She'd wielded the law like a club for her clients, who were usually poor, disadvantaged, or just outnumbered.
• She'd tried talking him out of going to law school, telling him that he wasn't cut out for the only kind of law worth practicing.  Her kind.  He'd gone anyway, silently suspecting that she was right.  He'd enjoyed the battle, but didn't care enough about the war she'd never stopped fighting.
• Mason thought of Aunt Claire as the sun rose at their backs.  She would have called Kelly the intrusive arm of the law.  Investigating, accusing, and punishing.  aunt Claire had taught him that it's the lawyer's duty to shield the individual from that power.  It was that duty, she told him, that drew her to the law.  He understood the duty but it had never held the allure for him that it had for Aunt Claire.
• Tommy Douchant had bloodied Mason's nose when Mason asked Douchant's girlfriend to double-skate at he roller rink.  Crawling under his table near the concession stand, Mason had tied the laces of Tommy's skates together while blood dripped from his nose.  They were ten.  Neither of them got the girl.  Friendships are born in strange ways. 
• Tommy was Catholic.  Mason was Jewish.  Tommy was hotheaded.  Mason was sneaky.  Tommy joined his father's union.  Mason went to college.  Tommy broke his back.  Mason lost his case.  Friendships die in strange ways.
• "No, Lou, You don't get a vote.  Love isn't an election.  you're either in or you're out and I'm out.  Our of love with you and out of the marriage."  she said it without rancor.  It was the way it was.  She had disengaged.
• It may have been simple to her, but not to him.  They had been married three years.  The first had been erotic and ecstatic.  The second had been quiet and comfortable.  The third had been dead and boring.  Mason called it a slump.  Kate declared it a dead end.  
   

GOOD LUCK!  YOU'LL DO GREAT!