"AN EVIL LOVE" . . . DEADLY WOMEN: LETHAL LOVERS, UNDER HIS CONTROL, BRETT'S IRON REBELS . . . HOW ONE MAN PULLED THIS WHOLE THING OFF! MY MIND HAS ALWAYS RULED MY EMOTIONS, MY ACTIONS, AND MY TIMING IN LEAVING SOMEONE . . . BRETT WAS, AS OTHER MEN IN MY LIFE, "WOUNDED BY LOVE" AND MADE ME PAY BIG TIME! BRETT TODD STEWART OR SWEENY TODD, BELIEVED THAT WOMEN WERE THE KEY TO HIS SUCCESS, AND STUDIED HOW TO MANIPULATE, USE, AND ABUSE WOMEN, CONTROLLING THEM THROUGH SEX, SEDUCTION, AND THE PROMISE OF MAKING A KILLING. THE PROBLEM WAS THAT KILLING DEPENDED ON MY FAMILIES TALENTS, NAME, MUSIC, INFLUENCE, CONNECTIONS, AND STAYING POWER. THE PLAINS MISTAKEN FOR STARS . . . BRETT BELIEVED THAT A WOMAN WOULD SAVE THE WORLD, HE AND OTHER SIMILARLY THINKING MEN, PLAYED, "MY FAIR LADY" TAKING WOMEN OF BETTER THAN AVERAGE LOOKS, GOOD MINDS, AMBITIONS, JEALOUSY, AND MANIPULATED THEM TO THE MAX, FOR NOT ONLY HIS BENEFIT, BUT FOR THEIR ADVANTAGE TOO . . . READING THEM AND PLAYING THEM LIKE A BOOK, INFLUENCING THEM TO USE THEIR SEXUALITY TO CLIMB LADDERS, STEAL FORTUNES, AND BUY THE MORMON CHURCH. BRETT HAD A DEGREE IN "WHAT WOMEN WANT" . . . THE NAME FOR A QUARTERLY CONVENTION HELD 4 TIMES A YEAR IN ST. GEORGE, UTAH. I WAS THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY, AND THE ONE WHO WAS FORCED TO PAY FOR THAT FREEDOM, AS WELL AS MY CHILDREN. HOWEVER, I BELIEVE THAT THE "BRETT HOOD" IS FINALLY, GOING TO BE MADE TO PAY FOR THEIR FRAUD, MISREPRESENTATION, LIES, THEFTS, MURDERS, CRIMES OF EPIC PROPORTION, IN WHAT SOME MAY REFER TO THE "PAINLESS STEAL", WINNING OVER FAMILY, FRIENDS, CLIENTS, LOVERS, ALL CONTACTS, CONTROLLING AND USING POWER, THROUGH ABUSE, ISOLATION, BRIBES, THREATS, DEATH, OR JOINING THE CLUB, WITH THE ALLEGED "COOL PEOPLE", THE "BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE." FACT IS STRANGER THAN FICTION, AND I WAS NEVER SURE IF BRETT WAS A RUN OF THE MILL CRIMINAL, WITH A GRANDIOS DELUSIONS OR IF HE WAS THE FBI AGENT WHOM I SAW IN THE RAID ON WACO, TEXAS, AGAINST THE BRANCH DAVIDIANS . . . PERHAPS THAT IS WHERE BRETT GOT HIS IDEAS, FROM DAVID KORESH, WHO SEEMED TO HAVE MAGNETIC POWERS OVER HIS FOLLOWERS, JUST AS BRETT DID AND DOES, FOOLING EVEN THE BEST. I WAS NOT FOOLED . . . ONE THING I LEARNED WHILE WAITING TO DIE, WHICH IS THE REASON I HOOKED UP WITH BRETT IN THE FIRST PLACE, WAS TO PEOPLE WATCH, COMBINED WITH MY LEGAL TRAINING, PLUS MY SPIRITUAL FAITH IN A LOVING GOD, WHOM STANDS BY ME DAILY, PROTECTING ME FROM THE LIKES OF "BRETT'S MORMON HOOD" WHO ARE PAID FROM THE PROCEEDS OF MY FAMILIES FORTUNE, NEVER HAVING REACH OUR HANDS. BRILLIANT . . . NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER, KAY SEEMED TO BE THE IMPETUS OR THE FATAL ATTRACTION, THAT TURNED A NORMAL SICK COUPLE, INTO DEADLY LOVERS, A MODERN DAY BONNIE AND CLYDE, USING CHARM, ATTRACTION, SKILL, LEGAL TRAINING TO STAY ONE STEP AHEAD OF ME, WHILE I ALWAYS KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON, I DIDN'T HAVE THE CREDIBILITY, WITH KAY STEALING MY NAME, MY RESUME, MY LIFE, MY CHILDREN, MY SON'S MUSIC . . . RECRUITING FORMER, CURRENT, AND FUTURE ENEMIES--MADE UP OF FAMILY, EX-LOVERS, THE COP WORLD, MORE THAN WILLING TO HAVE SOMEONE TAKE ME TO TASK, TEACH ME A LESSON, PUNISH ME, MAKING ME PAY FOR DOING NOTHING MORE THAN: (1) MAKING FRIENDS WITH A LETHAL 7TH GRADER, WHO ENVIED ME SINCE THEN; (2) COMING FROM A GOOD FAMILY, AND HAVING A GOOD FAMILY; (3) STARTING AT THE TOP OF THE LEGAL SPECTRUM, AS A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, WITH KAY AT THE BOTTOM FEEDERS, THE AMBULANCE CHASERS; (4) EXCELLING IN MY CAREER AND MY FAMILY LIFE; (5) IN SPITE OF HAVING AN ALLEGED TERMINAL BRAIN DISEASE, BEING TOLD I WOULD DIE BY 2002, WOULD NEVER WORK AGAIN, AND WITH NO CURE . . . OVERCOMING THE ODDS, AND MAKING IT ALL THE WAY TO THE U.S. SUPREME COURT; (6) EVEN AFTER THE STEALING OF MY LAW PRACTICE, MY HOMES, AND RUNNING ME OUT OF THE STATE, USING THE STATEWIDE BATTERING SYSTEM OF COPS, PROSECUTORS, JUDGES, MORMONS, MISSIONARIES, THE MO CONTINGENCY WITHIN LAW ENFORCEMENT OF ALL LEVELS AGAINST ME, SO AS TO PERPETRATE THAT FRAUD, REAPING THE BENEFITS, AND SHARING, IN AN ALLEGED, "ROBINHOOD" TYPE ACTIVITY, HOWEVER, TAKING MONEY, FROM THE TRUE PROPERTY OWNERS, WHO WERE NOT RICH, NOR GOT A RED CENT OF WHAT THEY HAD WORKED 20 YEARS TO GET, WITH MY ONLY CRIME, BEING TRUE TO MY OATH AND LOYALTY TO THE CONSTITUTION AND AMERICA, WITH A FIERCE LOVE FOR MY CHILDREN, TRYING TO PROTECT THEM, AND FIGHTING, LITERALLY AN ARMY BY MYSELF, FOR THE LAST 15 YEARS! MY PAYMENT FOR LOOKING YOUNG, IS THAT MY KIDS WERE DIVIDED UP, AND BASICALLY BOUGHT, STOLEN, ALLOTTED, BURIED SO THEIR REAL IDENTITY AND PARENTAGE WAS NOT READILY APPARENT, GIVING DOUBLES, TOTAL ACCESS TO CLAIM FORTUNES, UP TO AND INCLUDING AT LEAST A BILLION, IN THIS CASE OF ELLIOT LINDBERG, YES, MUCH LIKE THE SON OF CHARLES LINDBERG, THE IDEA WAS, NOT NECESSARILY TO KILL ELLIOT PHYSICALLY, BUT TO DENY ANY TRACE OF HIS MUSIC, MY LAW, OUR FAMILY, BACK TO ME . . . THIS WAS ALSO A PUNISHMENT FOR HELPING PRESIDENT OBAMA DEFEAT MITT ROMNEY . . . AND ELECTION, UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL

Hitler, Mussolini, and Stalin . . . We Should Shoot All Fat People, and Deny Them The Right To Have Children!

I was never sure if Brett was a chance encounter, or an orchestrated plot, to kill me, and get me out of the way, so that the hood, could get their hands on Elliot's band, called, Parallax, a band that had been together for 7 years at the time Blake Donner, lead singer, and a very magnetic type singer, was, I believe murdered in the Provo Death Cave, with both Elliot and Chris, my two sons, being asked to join the 4 that died, with one guy, someone from Reno, where Shelley had been, or at least in the facinity, having lived in Carson, when she was married to Donald Anderson . . . with Elliot being the one to show the cops and firefighters up to the location of the caves, but being threatened with arrest if El crossed the caution tape, that marked the site of the alleged accident, with friends and band members, being denied access, for 6 hours, before the bodies were recovered from the cave.  I was living with Shelley at that time, after leaving Jerry Owens, and leaving St. George, with the timing, being about right, for Blake's death.

I remember Shelley, sitting in the backyard, smoking a cigar, and telling me about Blake's death, and how distraught Elliot had been.  Isaac was in Elliot's first band, called Purification, and that band included, Tyler, a friend that both Elliot and Isaac hooked up with while living with me and Jerry, while Zeke, or Richard, Elliot's father, was building a new home in Provo.  Elliot and Isaac, after the band broke up, continued to get together often, and they shared friends, band members, and music.  While Isaac seemed the more natural musician, due to Don Anderson, having played in bands, since college, where Shelley and he met, while Shelley worked at the Bistrol Restaurant in Logan, when Don was playing.  Don also had a recording studio in the basement.  Elliot, however, had a father who also played the guitar, but more fore personal enjoyment, but it seemed to have a great impact on his life.  Tyler, also had musical brothers, with several of his older brothers, of the 5 brothers, playing in bands, living in LA and other large cities, hitting it big time.

Elliot took guitar lessons, and I believe does to this day, but not while touring . . . he has not had a guitar out of his hands, since the day I bought him a red shiny, electric guitar, for his 11th or 12th birthday.  Elliot was a natural and very disciplined . . . Isaac was not.  Once Elliot was no longer in the same band, Isaac either seemed to lose interest, dropped out, or had other interests, but he sure as hell, dropped far behind in skill level, after Elliot.  El moved in the tree streets in Provo, and Isaac followed, the opposite was true when Isaac moved to Salt Lake City, and Elliot followed.  They were well aware of each other friends, bands, and often played in the same band.  Isaac gravitated more to the lead singer after Blake died, and Elliot was happy in the background, playing bass guitar and guitar.  I believe that God's Revolver and Maraloka bands were started at the same time.  Elliot played in both, and Isaac only played in Maraloka, for a while.  I believe that Isaac was jealous of God's Revolver and Elliot, because, Isaac had introduced El's band members to Elliot, and now, it was God's Revolver that took off musically, winning hard rock band of 2008.

Brett Come Into the Picture, Sometime Between Blake's Death and God's Revolver's New CD . . . Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider?  AWESOME . . . Compared to the Doors!

The interesting thing was, that I had just left Brett, right about the time I first heard Elliot's new CD . . . Elliot and Chris, came up to visit me in Logan, because I had broken my left leg in 5 places and was laid up.  Isaac had his new/old powder blue Cadillac and took all of us for a ride, to hear Elliot's new God's Revolver CD. I was shocked to say the least; this was MY son?  What, play it again!  I had not heard Elliot play since he was in the original band, some 7 or so years earlier, thought his guitar was a passing fancy, or just a hobby, but I could tell, this CD was big time, good stuff and he was going far with it.  I remember, Isaac, saying how good the music was, and that was the supportive cousin I thought he was.  However, Shelley and Brett, seemed to be a fatal attraction, along with Kay, whom he had met, and was part of the problem, resulting in me leaving him, which seemed to be the unpardonable sin!  Brett seemed to have some pass with cops, and he seemed to be setting me up, pushing marijuana, which I hated, along with alcohol, which I had no taste for.  I just started noticing things like, uh, surveillance on the neighbor's roof, that seemed to be pointed right at our house in Mt. Sterling.  I expected Brett to be alarmed, but he was not, and tried to explain, what was clearly pointing at us, with 2000 acres of farmland around.

I started adding up all the factors, marijuana, he didn't drink much, but, Shelley and Kay, and I am not a cat fighter, and that seemed to bother him.  He almost got in a wreck going down to our families Easter Vacation, almost running off the road, because I told him he could have Kay.  He had wanted to make a decision between me and her . . . really, No, you have her, I have never made someone stay with me, who didn't want to!  That seemed to piss him off and finally, I made him leave the family reunion, and I think he and Kay had a reunion of their own.  Brett seemed to know, both Shelley and Kay at the first meeting, which made me suspicious also.  I was wondering what the hell was up?  Brett did help me get better, or at least on my way to getting better, and I think that he and Shelley concocted, so justification for, what I would say, was the start of the whole theft of Elliot's music, based on the fact that he helped me, and she did, but she was getting paid, for me renting a cat pissed couch.  Prior to that, Jesse seemed to be trying to make a police record, by calling the cops on me, as Shelley had also, and I found a file in Shelley's drawer, at about the same time, and she also had my medical files from Dr. Foote?  The older neighbor was always confused as to whom was whom, Shelley or me, and that is the reason I started suspecting identity theft.

The Iceman Cometh, The Iceman Book, and Brett Said, "I am the Iceman."

One time after Easter, and things were not going all that great with Brett and I, we were going to Logan to visit Shelley.  Brett was reading the newspaper, the Logan Herald, and on the back, there was something that said, the Iceman Cometh.  So, when I introduced Shelley to Brett, she was reading a book that I thought was curious, about the Iceman, who was one of the, or the most dangerous serial killers.  There were two incidents, that made me a bit nervous: (1) when I first met Brett, he told me of some serial killer up in Oregon who killed a ton of homeless people and prostitutes . . . the day I met Brett, outside of Albertson's in Logan, I was looking for a room to rent, Shelley allegedly was needing to get out, so her ex-husband, now getting married to another woman, wanted to cash out of the joint investment . . . timing of the chance meeting?; (2) another time, at Hastings bookstore, Brett was stopped from checking out a video, because he had a copy of the movie, I Married An Axe Murderer still out . . . the guy made such a big deal, almost embarrassing, that Brett had to close out his old account, and get a new one, but I always wondered if that was not, God, trying to tell me something about the man, I had married after just two weeks, having never left his house after the first night, with him making a curious comment, while he was on top of me . . . as if he possessed the power over life and death, when he said, I like you . . . and the tense moment seemed to pass; and (3) the first night I stayed with Brett, we awoke to a whole mountain full of sunflowers, we hiked up to the gas pipeline, and there were warning signs.  Being the suspicious person I was, I wondered if this was wear he, possibly a serial killer, buried the bodies of his victims?; (5) Brett also had starter trees, that he got from some prison project? (6) once he made a very smart ass sarcastic statement, that his brother-in-law had snubbed him once, and asked some girl what she was doing with this scum? and (7) the night we met Shelley, who had book cases full of serial killers biographies, just struck me as strange that the newspaper mentioned the Iceman, now Shelley was reading the Iceman serial killer, and Shelley was acting very strange, the first time I introduced Brett to her, and she said . . . so, this is your new husband, huh?  Kay, also made a statement, similar . . . how well did you know Brett when you married him? and (8) Brett checked out the movie, Mormons and Mobsters, later, shortly after that, I paid for gas, and right in front of me, there was the movie, that said, I Married the Mob.

So, on the 4th of July, after this, Brett said, "I am the Iceman."  I laughed and said, "No you are not."  By the 24th of July, Brett and I walked up on the neighbor's property, where I was friends with 4 horses, and as Brett walked on the trail in front of me, all 4 horses, blocked me in their heads, and I could not get out, couldn't push their heads, and I wondered if Brett was going to kill me, or if the horses sensed he was a bad guy, or just what was going on?  Brett had to come back and force the horses heads apart, and let me out. Around that same time, now remember, I was like the mental age of a 5 year old, but Brett, took me over to his gay friend, Randy's house, with the address of 666 East 400 South, Logan.  I liked Randy, but one night, Randy made marijuana laced banana bread.  Brett took about a fourth of one piece and Randy kept giving me piece after piece, and having not been familiar with what marijuana does to your system, really forgetting that it had it in the bread, I ate about four slices, just like I might banana bread.  By the time I went home, or even on the way home, I could barely walk to the truck, and Brett took the First Damn Road, where all the cops hung out, trying to catch people using and selling drugs, which struck me as very, very strange, but he was not stoned, I was, not really realizing what was going on . . . I often wondered if Brett was either a cop, or working with the cops, FBI or something, because he always could find me, anywhere, but I thought he was going to get me arrested to pay me back for asset forfeiture!  As my insistence, we made it home, but I had a fog over my head so bad, that I hated it . . . but Brett seemed fine and busy in the shed, working on the rotary saw!

The Saw, Brett Acting Strange, Me Stoned Out of My Mind . . . I Got Up, Walked Over To The Wheat Fields Across the Street, and Walked in Circles, By the Light of the Moon, for Hours!!

Finally, after laying down in the wheat, after walking for a long time to get the fog out of my head, I stayed in the wheat, actually hiding from Brett, worried that he might have gotten me stoned, so that he could kill me, cut me up and bury me up on the gas pipeline!  I was not taking any chances at that point.  Right after that, we went to wash our clothes at the laundromat near his mother's house, on DeeDee Street, that was his step-father's name.  But, while Brett was doing the wash, I noticed that there was a shirt of some guys, that said, Watch Out for the Pipeline!  Me and my, Intelligence, God, have been working together for a long time, saved my life on hundreds of occasions . . . just tonight, there were three guys from the Poverello Center, who have sort of known me casually for at least two years, off and on, but we were all at the Break Cafe'.  Two of the guys, were always at the Break, but one of the guys, is never there, and it was getting near the 10:00 P.M. curfew for all of them, about, 9:30, and I wondered what they were up to?  No good, it appeared that they were looking for someone.  All of the sudden, a third guy walks in the door in front of them, with his hand covering a GUN!  Not your everyday experience at the Break . . . I packed up my shit and booked it out of the door, into the bar next door, sat in the bathroom for a while, and left out the alley, and down the road to the Union Dance Hall, near the library!

I wondered, what the hell he was doing with a gun, cop?  What was he planning on doing with it, and why was he hiding it from me, with his hand over it?  Didn't stick around to see, but after dancing, I went to the Oxford  to get breakfast, and wondering what the hell the guy with the gun was doing, some guy with a t-shirt walked by, and it had a picture of some guy with a gun pointed at the back of his HEAD!  Did they have a silencer on the gun, were they going to come up behind me, while I was watching true crime movies, and either shoot me, or demand, that I get up and follow them, or where they going to arrest me?  But, this shirt, another sign, not so good, that just might have been the motive . . . they could just do it, maybe a guy from out of town, or agreed upon before hand.  The counter chick was no where to be found, right before that happened, and the way the other two Pov guys were looking, the gunman was late . . . but, I almost waited on myself!  Another strange thing, the Break has music, generally on Thursday night, not Friday night . . . staging a scene with a father and two daughters, young, who had just left, like, this whole thing was just an accident, or would not happen with a dad and two young daughters . . . strange?

I Wrote About Kennedy Today . . . Have Mentioned That I Am Attracted To Both Kennedy and Phil, but That Neither Are Fit to be Faithful!  LOL!

But, a couple of times tonight, there have seemed to be indications, that something is up, with Phil . . . over the last few days, since, first I left to Kalispell, and then came back, that is when the set up happened, and Phil was up early, which is rare, so I left, and that comes on the heels of the bus incident, where Phil was way up where I had been, near the Oxford, when there are two bus stops, much closer, and he was there, 35 minutes early?  I ditched out on that one too.  I am sure, that Phil, is a cop, probably CIA, over operations here in Missoula, at least as staff for the mob, but also, on the government's payroll, it's good in the hood . . . they pay more!  With any cop, there is this, fire and ice, type relationship, attraction and repulsion, and most cops, Phil, included, have a hard time separating personal and business.  There is no other reason to act differently, but they, my two son-in-laws too, when I write some mean ass blog against the cops!  The UNIFIED POLICE FORCE . . . the frat rats of the law!  

Offend one, and you offend all . . . there seems to be no more line of demarcation between members of the law enforcement community, as there is when cops violate personal space, invade homes, violate the 4th amendment.  And both Phil and Kennedy, have been around long enough to know me from way back in my assistant attorney general days!  One the one hand, I am a cop trophy girlfriend or wife, and on the other hand, the most hated woman alive!  There is a fine line between love and hate!  I take all this in stride, because, while they, cops have to deal with me, when in their jurisdiction, for a month or so, I am constantly under attack, wherever I go, so as long as I don't get caught, it is just a win for me!  The other day, there was this band, with the name, First Defeat . . . Llittle Ms., Little Ms., Never be Wrong . . . and generally, I am not!  I am a thinker, and I reserve judgement, and wait, so I know that I am right!  LOL!  I only took cases that I knew the law was on my side . . . I had a win/lose record to uphold!  Why would I take a case where the law was not on my client's side?  Of, course the way the judges rule now days, the law is in their heads, or their decision is based on whether they like you or do not!  I already know what they think of me . . . took out several of their own!  LOL!  Some judges, literally, before the take down, shake in their boots when I come in their courtroom!  I loved it, the power of it all!  Who needs money?  LOL!

William Hurt in Midnight Express!  I Saw a Documentary on a Death Associated With the Filming of that Movie . . . Hurt, Looked Like Phil!!!

I make it no secret when I write that I am attracted to some guys . . . as I did with Phil, Mr. Hotpants!  Men can't take me too serious, while attracted, I am, more like a man, than most women . . . I don't need some deep emotional attachment, sex would be great, but, I am not looking for a sport fuck, something more, which is generally, not what some hot younger cop-type guy is looking for, therefore, ti is not smart of me to even go there.  I can write, but not touch.  If he wants anything, he would have to do the first move.  Right now, I am out of the Poverello Palace for the next 20 days . . . believe me, I am not checking him out, or looking at him, because I don't think he is beautiful, or because I am just staying away.  I am staying away, and it is killing me, I wanted to just go pretend I was getting mail, so I could look at him, I dig just looking at him.  But, with the experiences of the night, and some guy showing up here, with a blue bandana, on his head, and with hair similar to his, and with all the signs, don't think it is a good idea.  And today, right after I wrote about Kennedy, or now yesterday, I was laughing and saw some guy out in East Missoula or Riverside, in a black muscle car, with a guy who looked sort of like Kennedy, and he backed his car, almost into the trailer behind him, with jet black smoke going up in the air, and the engine acting as pissed off as the guy, and it made me laugh.  I know that I should not laugh, but hey, the chicks dig me writing about hot guys, especially, ones with the name of Kennedy after it!  LOL!  Sells copy!

Tonight at the Union Dance Hall, up on the wall next to the stage, there is a strange picture for a bar, of President John F. Kennedy, V.P. Johnson, and three other men, all of which were probably involved in the assassination!!!!! And some guy, young, with dread locks, came dancing up to me, smiling and bumping up close to me, with a shirt on that said, Jame's . . . attraction, with writing on the back!  I was curious about the symbolic meaning of the dread locks and the shirt, with Jame's on it, and the word, attraction, but I don't think that was the word, now, after a few hours . . . affliction?  Something that starts with an "A."  The feeling I got was, that chicks are always wanting me to write, 50 Shades of Grey stuff, but I am really not with anyone, so I write from memory, or like today, that burned, black muscle car, reminded me of something Kennedy would drive!  LOL!  Just funny stuff, but tonight at the Oxford, it looked like the whole fucking place was packed with cops, or staff, or hit men . . . I just outlast them . . . I have my computer and watch Deadly Women episodes and it reminds me of Shelley, Kay and the girls . . . one had two sisters with a overly close or sick relationship, that end up murdering a mother and daughter they worked for.

My Life is Constantly At Threat . . . Take a Number!  LOL!  However, It Will Not Be So Funny If They Get Me!

NSA Keeps Erasing Paragraphs!

Oh, and right in front of my face, there is a text box that pops up, and there are recommendations on how to make the writing different . . . never better, can't improve on perfection!  So, my guess is that Kay, Shelley and staff are seeing this as I write it, and editing the harmful, fun stuff out!

FOXY LADY . . . LADY'S DESIRE! SMOKIN' SMITTY . . . REMEMBER, MR. & MRS. SMITH . . . YEAH, THEM! LOL! THE TALE OF THE CELL PHONE CONTINUES! ANNIE'S RESTAURANT . . . NOT JUST GOOD FOOD! REMEMBER WHEN I WROTE THAT THE LETTER I WROTE, AUGUST 20, 2015, TO THE FULKS, HAD MY CONTACT INFORMATION ON IT, ALONG WITH MY PHONE NUMBER, 406.306.0011, AND SHE TRIED TO STEAL IT, THEN AFTER I WENT APE-SHIT ON HER, AND DEMANDED SHE TAKE ME INTO KALISPELL, MT., TO CHURCH, SHE MAGICALLY FOUND THE PHONE, ALLEGEDLY AT THE GAS STATION I DITCHED OUT TO, WHEN SHE AND THE SHERIFFS DECIDED TO TRY TO SET ME UP OUT IN THE PARKING LOT OF THE FOUR SQUARE STRIP MALL ON IDAHO, ACROSS FROM MCD'S . . . WITH NOTHING BEING REPORTED GOING ON, JUST ANNIE RUNNING OUT, THINKING I WOULD FOLLOW, AS THEY PARKED NEXT TO HER CAR . . . WRONG, AND WHEN I ASKED HER ABOUT WHAT WAS GONG ON, NOTHING? REALLY? WELL, "THEY" SMITTY'S ARE STILL TRYING TO TAKE OVER MY PHONE, NOT SURPRISING . . . I WON THAT ONE! LOL! SO, REMEMBER, I LEFT MY CELL PHONE, WITH THAT SAME NUMBER, CONTACTS, IN GRAND JUNCTION, WHERE I TAUNTED THE COPS, MAKING FUN OF ALL THEIR SPY GEAR! LOL! WELL THEY FINALLY GOT MY PHONE, ON THE THIRD TIME, SO THAT MEANS THAT SHELLEY HAS IT, PROBABLY ALONG WITH MY OLD COMPUTER! WHAT A HAG FROM HELL! SHELLEY CLAIMED THAT SHE WAS ME, IN THE HOPE CARLTON LEVIN CASE, WHEN I RE-WROTE THE LAW ON ALIMONY AND COHABITATION, AS HOPE"S ATTORNEY, ON A $28 MILLION DIVORCE CASE, SKINNING THE DUMBY BUNNY, PLAYBOY, COP, BODY LIKE KAY'S, SKINNY ASS, UGLY SKINNY, YOGA SHIT FRAIL, SICKLY BODIES, FAVORITE WORKOUT BUDDIES, I AM SURE . . . OH, BUT, I AM KAY, SHELLEY, RACHEL, SUE, TIFF, MARCIE, KELLY, NOW ANNIE, WE ARE ME, ALL OF US . . . REALLY, ONLY ME . . . THE REST OF THESE BITCHES ARE WANNA BE ME'S! YOU SEE, HOPE LIVES IN LOMA, COLORADO, NEAR GRAND JUNCTION, 90 MILES FROM MOAB, SCENE OF THE CRIME OF FALSE INCARCERATION, WHILE BROCK & NEW FAKE, JOANN, ATTORNEY, MADE A BILLION DOLLARS, FORGED MY NAME, AND THOUGHT THEY STOLE THE BROCK, $357 MILLION SECURITIES, CASE I WON . . . HOPE SHOWED ME A COPY OF THE NEW, $2500 WARRANT, JUDGE ANDERSON, ISSUED, BECAUSE I PAID THE $500 EXTORTION, SO HE HAD ME ARRESTED AGAIN--9 DAYS, SOLITARY CONFINEMENT! OR DID, LAST I KNEW, AND SHE PALLED UP ON THE JUDGE, LYLE ANDERSON, THE ONE WHO LOCKED ME UP, WITH THE AID OF FRANK, INTERPOL, MY ALLEGED, HUSBAND, ALLAN BESS, WHO SHELLEY AND FRANK MURDERED, CUT UP, BURNED HIS BODY PARTS IN THE NEW FURNACE, AND CEMENTED HIS ASHES INTO THE WALL IN THE BASEMENT ROOM WHERE THE COAL AND WOOD WINDOW TO THE OUTSIDE DRIVEWAY IS . . . BUT, I SHOULDN'T KNOW THAT, SHELLEY, WAS ME! LOL! I NEVER FUCKED FRANK . . . HE IS APPALLING TO ME! 800 WOMEN? JAMES BOND? NA!!!!! MOB, MOB, MOB . . . SAME CREW STEALING MUSIC, TUCKER THE FUCKER, ANOTHER COP . . . TAKING OVER THE WORLD WITH DIRTY COPS, USING DIRTY TREASURE . . . THE SORRELL RIVER RANCH, THAT THE LEVINS OWNED . . . THAT IS WHY HOPE HAD TO BE DISGUISED, WEARING A WIG, PRETENDING SHE WAS A WEDDING PLANNER, LIKE NOBODY IS GOING TO NOTICE HER, AND DIDN'T, BECAUSE SHE WAS NOT THE REAL "HOPE M. CARLTON", FORMER PLAYBOY BUNNY, THIS CHICK SNORTS LIKE A PIG! BUT THAT REGION IS BAD NEWS, MO COPS TRIED TO GET ME FOR 12 HOURS, FBI HELICOPTERS SHUT MY COMPUTER DOWN, 6 COP VEHICLES, BLACK AND WHITES, SCREAMING UP AND DOWN THE NORTH AVENUE ALL NIGHT, AFTER I BLEW ANOTHER COP PARTY, AT THE HOMEWARD BOUND HOMELESS SHELTER . . . I AM JUST A PARTY SLAMMER! LOL! OH, WELL . . . CELEBRATE IF YOU CAN EVER CATCH ME, WHICH I LOOKING BAD FOR SMOKEY THE BANDIT! LOL! SOME GUY JUST WALKED IN LOOKING ALL FBI UPPED . . . LOL! SO, I CALLED 611, AND INNER SYSTEM ON MY STRAIGHT TALK CELL PHONE, WHERE, EVEN AFTER THE SERVICE STOPS, AS IT DID, AUGUST 20, 2015, I CAN JUST CALL THAT NUMBER, 611, AND IN ABOUT THREE AUTOMATIC STEPS, TO AN ELECTRONIC SERVER, A MAN'S VOICE, AND THE SERVICE, WITH ALL MY DEBIT CARD INFO ON IT, MAKING IT VERY EASY, SINCE I HAVE SIGNED UP THAT WAY FOR A YEAR, GENERALLY, ON THE NIGHT I GET PAID . . . BUT, I WAS CHEAP, AND WAITED, UNTIL TODAY, AT ABOUT 10:00 A.M., SPIES, USE THAT SPY WARE SHIT, FOR ONCE, HELPING ME, RATHER THAN, USING THAT SHIT TO SUPPORT THE CRIMINAL CHICKS! BUT, RATHER THAN A

NSA FUCKING WITH MY TITLE 20 TIMES IS ENOUGH . . . So I Will Rat SMITTY Here!  LOL!

Okay, so this auto, robo, dude, usually is the guy I work with on my Straight Talk phone, with the number, 406.309.0011 . . . blast that bitch with a billion phone calls and messages, mine still is not activated, and it has been 12 hours, almost.  But, this guy walks you through a few, and because all my Walmart money card, ending in 0192, which this real, Shelley staff chick, asked me for, as well as my code on the back, you know the 3 digit security code . . . Shelley, through Frank, InterPol, John Bagby, and Annie, have either intercepted, birth certificates, debit cards, so that I have to be the one to change, making it look, like bitch wad is first in time and I am the fraud, trying to hack into her shit!  So, I was running out of juice on my phone, and Sandra, probably on the payroll too, took my cell phone charger, after I let her use it while she was in St. Patrick's hospital, allegedly for having pnemonia, letting her keep it to charge her phone, but also, giving her a bird's eye view of where I keep my charger in what purse or doggie backpack . . . and when she got kicked out, I was in the women's dorm, putting on my make-up, and left my locker open, so easy prey . . . I don't steal, so I never think that anyone else will steal . . . how, wrong I am, the only one who came to see Sandra twice, while in the hospital, pays me like everyone else, fucking me over in some way . . . no good deed goes unpunished!  

Bitch older sister, Shell Hell, probably thought that would stop me from calling anyone, slowed me down, for sure, and this phone, with all the hook up problems, trying to stop me when I bought the phone, taking until the next day, for the real guy to set up, not the fake FBI dude, that almost got ratted out by the real tech boy, who had to take an hour, to fix all the fuck ups and spy shit on my phone!  I have had this phone number, probably the longest of any, in the last 4 years, since leaving Utah!  Hot commodity, being me that it, and anything I touch is famous, worth a fortune, and connects me to my famous name, life, career, as a bad ass con law chick, from Heaven, saving the U.S.A. and the world, if I can!  Shelley needs that phone to claim that she is the blog author, because, I put the letter to Annie in my blog, and all her friends, who are reading the blog, are probably asking what the fuck is going on!  Do ya think?  It is about time . . . so this chick on the phone, the real woman, not the electronic dude, who makes it so easy for me, told me to leave my phone on, after she said the service would start, the 20th, and it is the 28th, so cheating me out of 8 days . . . oh, and Annie, called me and said she had put a plan for $30 on my phone, thinking I had the same phone, but I had already signed up for the new phone, and paid for the service . . . she probably paid for Shelley's, 406.309.0011, not mine!

So, honest sky spies, check the split, and the location of where this bitch has the second phone, and I just bought her $30 bucks worth of phone service and never got the phone activated.  This staff of Shelley's or Kay's, probably with Shelley chomping at the bit, since I posted that blog and after the fiasco in Kalispell with Annie, trying to save that bitch's ass, since I tore her a new fucking asshole!  LOL!  Cover, cover, cover the criminals, all support each other, all in favor of the fake bitches, who want to be me!  LOL!  But they are stepping in more and more shit, trying to cover up . . . ask Tricky Dicky, Richard Nixon, and my father Dick the Prick, what that feels like to have the cover-up worse than the crime!  But, these fuckers, ride piggy back, like one person, then, they jump off, and take over the rip cord and parachute, and leave you in free fall.  

But the chick on the cell phone service said that I should leave my phone on and the service would come on . . . I waited and nothing happened, just like when the fake Wally's World phone tech set me up, and fucked my phone up, nothing happened all night, but a fake security guard at the hospital, really a real cop, was able to locate me, after an FBI low flying plane came overhead!  Really, these guys are exhausting me, and I am going to SNAP, and kill someone, if you fuckers, who's job it is to arrest these fucks, don't actually get some of this shit down as evidence . . . 10,000 Cinderella Silver or Glass Slippers of Evidence . . . what the fuck more do you fucks want me to do?  Your LIVE BAIT . . . but for my quick responses, I would be DEAD right NOW!  So, MY GODDAMN PHONE SERVICE IS STILL NOT ON . . . I got some text, telling me to call some 800 number . . . the one connected to most of my services and card, start in 877, so, I never called, plus I don't have power, remember stolen charger, Sandra the Indian Chick, who follows me to the Poverello, and Butte!  CHECK MY LAST TEXT, AROUND NOON TO GET NUMBER!  Good God, do I have to do all the think for you fucks?  Amazing . . . whatever, do I need to die to prove to you that they are trying to steal ME, ELLIOT, my phone, my letter, my blog . . . and you sure are making it easy on them . . . YOU HAVE TWO FUCKING PHONES WITH THE SAME NUMBER . . . ONE STILL IN COLORADO, WHEN I WAITED A MONTH TO SIGN UP . . . ONLY, IT MUST HAVE BEEN IN USE, BECAUSE, THERE APPEARED TO BE SERVICE STILL!  

These fuckers are probably RAFTING in mass, on the Animus River in Durango, on the Gold dust of mine . . . rivers of gold, streets of gold . . . the whole fucking Southwick family, one last summer vacation before school starts?

I Have Been Writing About This Shit, Since About 2007, When Elliot and God's Revolver Had 3 Worldwide Interviews, and Dallas and My Fucking Father, Seemed to Kill All DEALS!

ARE YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY THIS STUPID . . . WE ARE Talking BILLIONS!  And This is NOT WORTH YOUR FUCKING TIME?

YOU ARE THE PROBLEM!!!!!!

PARTY SLAM . . . SICILIAN MAFIA HIT--BUTTE . . . HOLY-MOLY, THEIR GOOD! FOR PUMPKIN LOVERS & PUMPKINS ALIKE! EINSTEIN BROS.! WINK! SMILE! FROM THE MOTHER OF THE GREAT PUMPKIN PATCH IN PROVO! LOL! GEAR UP OR SCHOOL. GEAR UP FOR GREAT! WE CATER. WE DELIVER. WE DELIGHT! WITH DEATH KNOCKING ON MY DOOR AT 4:00 A.M., FOLLOWED BY AN UNDERCOVER DIRT BAG COP, ONE OF THE PARTY BOYS, UNCHARACTERISTICALLY UP THE NIGHT I LEFT THE POVERELLO PALACE, SURPRISE! STOPPING BY THE BUS STOP, THE SECOND I CAME OUT THE SLEEPY INN; ON THE MONEY, 11:00 A.M., CHECK OUT TIME--OUTLASTING THE COP SITTING BY MY ROOM, 114--7 HOURS! AH! LOL! I WOULD HAVE KICKED IN THAT MOTHERFUCKER'S FACE HAD HE MADE A MOVE OFF THE GROUND, WHERE HE WAS RESTING AFTER I DIDN'T OPEN THE DOOR! I THINK HE KNEW HE WAS IN A VULNERABLE POSITION, ON THE GROUND, SELF-DEFENSE, ASSHOLE! TIME IS VERY SUSPICIOUS TO BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN TROUBLE! . . . LOCAL BOY, GUIDO, AS HE IS CALLED, PROBABLY SHOWED UP, SO HE COULD LIE, JUST STOPPING BY FOR A LITTLE CHAT, FOR ONE OF THE FRAUD BROAD COPS CHICKS--SORRY I RUINED THE PARTY AT THE POV. THE NIGHT I LEFT AT 10:30 P.M., WHEN LIGHTS OUT, GENERALLY 9:30 TO 10:00 P.M.--WHOOOPS!. . . NOT REALLY SORRY! ABOUT AS SORRY AS I WAS RUINING BROOKE, ROCKY & SILLY HIT MAN IN BUTTE'S, RESCUE MISSION, LITTLE SET-UP--SORRY, NOT SORRY! BOSS DRUNK ASS KENNEDY HIDING IN THE SHADOWS? REALLY, RACHEL! LOL! SHE IS A FOURTH WIT! LOL! BUT SO IS KENNEDY! LOL! A SIGN OF KAY'S LAUGHABLE CROWN, YEAH, CORONA BEER! LOL! WITH THE PALM TREES! LOL! THEN THE "ANGRY ORCHARD" MEAN, HAUNTED TREE . . . DAD? THE SOUTHWICK MOB CLAN, LIVED JUST OFF "ORCHARD DRIVE" IN BOUNTIFUL, UTAH, WHERE I TRASHED MY FAMILY BY ABOUT THE AGE 12! LOL! NEVER STEPPED BACK INTO THAT SHIT HOLE FAMILY . . . THAT IS WHY IT IS EASY TO GET RID OF ME . . . NOT IN THAT INCESTUOUS FAGGOT BARN! KAY, MY LEACH SINCE 7TH GRADE, FITS RIGHT IN THAT CRIME FAMILY! LOL! WAS TOO GOOD THEN, TOO GOOD FOR THAT SORRY ASS LOT, NOW! SARA LEE, ONE OF MY SIGNS FOR, WITTLE KAY . . . NOBODY DOESN'T LIKE, KAY! I AM SURE MY HIGH SCHOOL CROWD LIED THEIR SORRY DUMB STUFF IN HIGH SCHOOL ASSES OFF, TO COVER FOR THEIR, A CLASS OFFICER, WHO WAS "POPULAR BY ASSOCIATION", HANGING ONTO MY CHEERLEADING OUTFIT, CLASS OFFICER, STUDENT BODY OFFICER, VALENTINE'S QUEEN THREE YEARS, STUDENT OF THE MONTH, ASS, SINCE 7TH GRADE SCIENCE, BEING POPULAR WAS NOT THAT COOL, SO, WHEN THE WITTLE KAY, POOR GIRL FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TRACKS, DIVORCED FAMILY, DUTCH-BOY HAIR CUT, BOY BODY--STILL HAS THAT, BUT BOOBS, GLOBBED ON TO ME, WHATEVER, HAVE AT IT! LOL! . . . COPS CAN'T DEAL WITH A REAL WOMAN, BOYS WITH BOOBS, TRAINING FROM THEIR TWO YEAR MO MISSIONS! FUCK THE BOUNTIFUL CROWD, LIARS, LIARS, PANTS ON FIRE . . . WHAT DID KAY GET PLASTIC SURGERY ON HER PANCAKE FACE, PUG NOSE, PANCAKE ASS PUMPED UP, OR WHAT, BRUNETTE TO BLONDE? 5''4" TO 5'7 AND A HALF? ARE YOU COMPETING WITH THE BRIDE OF FRANKINSTEIN? SHELLEY? BELIEVE ME . . . NONE OF THESE CHICKS WOULD MIND LOOKING LIKE ME, BEING ME . . . OBVIOUSLY, BECAUSE THEY ALLEGEDLY ARE AND HAVE BEEN ME, WHAT SINCE I WAS POISONED IN 2000? REALLY . . . TRUE CRIME WRITERS ARE INTERESTED IN THIS FOE MO TALE OF MO WOE . . . AND DO I HAVE A STORY TO TELL! IF ELLIOT--CRIME HISTORIAN AND HIS BANDS TO MARK THE DATES, PLAYERS, FUCKER ISAAC/SHELLEY CON MOTHER AND SON LOSER TEAM, ALONG WITH JESSE & TIFFANY ANDERSON, AND IF EL HAS NOT SOLD OUT TO THE FUCKERS, BRETT, THAT LOUSY SPERM DONOR, WOULDN'T EVEN CALL HIS OWN SON IN PHOENIX, ARIZONA . . . GONE "GOOD DAD" TO THE POOR SECRIST KIDS, AFTER TRYING TO ELIMINATE THEIR MOTHER! NOW THE STELLAR FELLAR? REALLY? BUT YOU CAN TRACE 20 FUCKING YEARS OF MUSIC FRAUD, THEFT, FAKE BANDS, BANDIT UNDERGROUND, THE CANADIAN UNDERGROUND REVOLVER, LAUNDERING MUSIC, CD'S, FROM 6 PARK AVENUE, GLASCOW, BRITISH COLUMBIA--A PAIGE TUCKER THE MUSIC PROMOTER, FUCKER, HOPE CARLTON'S COP BOY, CANADIAN, WAITING AND SALIVATING FOR THE FIRST SONY RELEASED, THAT WAS NEVER NAMED, OR RELEASED, ALLEGEDLY . . . CHRONICLE THE CRIMES, STARTING FROM ABOUT 1997, FROM PARALLAX, EVERY BIT AS GOOD AS PANTERA, ANTHRAX, BLACK REVOLVER BRIDES--UNTIL BLAKE WAS MURDERED IN THE PROVO DEATH CAVE--DALLAS KNOWS ALL ABOUT THAT ONE, GOING TO WRITE A BOOK? . . . IN FACT, TO MUTE AND COVER, GOD'S REVOLVER, SECOND CD FOR SONY, THIS CREW OF PIRATES, WHO LOVE ELLIOT SO MUCH . . . BUT FOR "YOUR" MOTHER, ELLIOT, "YOU" WOULD HAVE BEEN ISAAC AGAIN, WHEN THE COOL? PIRATES, STARTED THE "GOLDEN REVOLVER GOD" AWARDS! NICE! BUT, NEXT MARALOKA, TO "THE DITCH & THE DELTA" AND "WORST FRIENDS" TO MAKE AN UNDERSTATEMENT! DITCHING THE DELTA . . . DID ALLAN, AKA, FRANK, INTERPOL, ONE OF YOUR ALLEGED, FAKE ASS FATHERS . . . LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON SHIT ASS FIRE . . . YOU CLOWN SHIT LOSER . . . DID YOU EVER GIVE ELLIOT THE COWBOY HAT I GAVE YOU, TO PASS TO ELLIOT? OR DID THAT GO TO THE SON OF YOUR HEART, FROM THE QUEEN OF BASTARDS, SHELLEY, YOU WERE FUCKING, IN MY HOUSE, THAT THE MURDERED, ALLAN REX BESS GAVE ME? HUH? IF ELLIOT DOESN'T HAVE THAT HAT TO BE DELIVERED WITH THE MAROON TRUCK, ISAAC WAS TO DELIVER TO HIM . . . THAT SHOULD GIVE "MY BOY, ELLIOT" A CLUE OF YOUR LOYALTIES, AND WHO PLAYED HIM IN THE "FAKE" BAND THAT STOLE ELLIOT'S BAND'S THUNDER . . . YEAH, WORST FRIENDS, WORST FAMILY, WORST "FAKE" MOMS AND DADS, WORST COUSIN . . . WORST COUSINS, AUNTS, UNCLES, BROTHERS & SISTER IN LAWS, WORST BAD GRANDPA & GRANDMA! WORST CHURCH, WORST STATE, WORST FBI, CIA, NSA, DIA, ATF,, POSSIBLY, WORST PRESIDENT, WHOM YOUR MOTHER HELPED FROM FEBRUARY 2009, WITH THE PLAN FOR DEALING WITH AFGHANISTAN, BELIEVE ME, THE GIRLZ CLUB, WOULDN'T HAVE EVER THOUGHT OF HELPING ON THAT ONE . . . THEY WERE ALL "SARAH", LAUGH, "PALIN" FANS . . . IN FACT, I THINK SHE WAS RACHEL? LOL! ANOTHER CIA, SHIT SHOW, KENNEDY? LOL! ARE YOU DITCHING HER ASS YET, DRINKING UP A STORM AND CHEATING ON THE DUMB BITCH YET? LIKE IS ATTRACTED TO LIKE! LOL! AIR HEADS ATTRACT, A UNIVERSAL PRINCIPLE . . . BUT SHE DOES HAVE MY MONEY! LOL! SELLING YOUR SOUL FOR A MESS! HOT MESSES AND ILL, ALL OF THE BITCHES! BUT, SO ARE THE BASTARDS THAT AID AND ABET THE CRAZY BITCHES! LOL! THE LITTLE, WITTLE NSA, ALREADY PLAYING NSA COMPUTER GAMES TO PROTECT WITTLE, CHARMING, KAY BABY, MY SUBSTITUTE, AFTER MY FAMILY FORCED ME ON DRUGS, FOR A TERMINAL BRAIN DISORDER? HMMMMM? SHELLEY'S FRIEND VONDA, UP IN SOME SMALL ASS TOWN OUTSIDE LOGAN, MAYBE, GAINED 80 LBS. ON PSYCH DRUGS . . . GOOD IDEA, FORCE DRUGS, TAKE AWAY LOOKS OF JO . . . REALLY? KAY BURNINGHAM AT HER BEST, COULDN'T EVEN SHOW ENOUGH CLEAVAGE, STRETCH HER LEGS BEHIND HER HEAD, SHOWING HER SEXUAL FLEXIBILITY TO MY THEN, SQUEEZE, GREG ERICKSON, MO BORE, WHOM I AM SURE HAS LIED, AND SAID, KAY, SUE OR SOMEONE, IS ME, SINCE SUE GOT MY HIGH SCHOOL REUNION INFO . . . GREG FIRED KAY'S ALLEGED, DUMB ASS, RIGHT DURING TRIAL, AND I FILLED IN, WRITING A BRIEF, TAKING KAY'S LOSER ASS ATTORNEY PLACE FOR GREG! PAYBACK IS LYING ABOUT ME? SOUND LIKE THE REST OF THE LOSERS . . . MONTANA? GOOD GOD . . . AND BRETT . . . WHAT DID YOU DO, MAKE KAY OVER IN "MY IMAGE?" SHE LOOKS LIKE A SHIT SHOO DOG! OR ONE OF HER SIAMESE CATS . . . HINT, I FUCKING HATE CATS, AND THEIR SYMBOLS, CIA RATS, DUMB FUCKS, THINK THEY CAN PULL THIS FUCKIN' SHIT OFF . . . WE WUV THAT WITTLE KAY . . . SMOOCHY, SMOOCHY, HUGGY, HUGGY . . . YUCK! KAY SURE AS HELL IS NOT GOING TO GET GRAND KIDS, RACHEL IS NOT LIKELY TO, AND JESSE IS ALLEGEDLY DEAD, TELLING ME HE HATED HER AND HIS FAMILY, AFTER HE CALLED ME, AND I TOLD HIM, HE COULD MOVE IN WITH ME, I WOULD GET HIM IN COLLEGE, BUT HE SAID HE WAS OKAY . . . TOO BAD, I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO MOURNED HIS DEATH! I COULDN'T STAND MY FAMILY CELEBRATING SUE AND KEVIN SHITS BIRTHDAYS, I LOVED SHELLEY'S KIDS, AND THE PAYBACK FOR TAKING ISAAC IN, TAKING HIM ON A 17 DAY TRIP ACROSS THE COUNTRY, BACK TO NAUVOO, LETTING HIM MOVE UP TO MIDWAY, JERRY OWEN, WAS TO TRY TO STEAL MY SON'S MUSIC, NOW MY FAMILY? BUT FOR ME . . . YOUR LOSER SON, ISAAC, WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN A MUSICIAN . . . I DROVE THOSE THREE BOYS IN THE ORIGINAL BAND FOR THREE TO FOUR YEARS! YOU NEVER, SHELLEY, DROVE ONE TIME . . . AND YOU THINK YOU ARE ENTITLED TO ELLIOT'S MUSIC, TO MY KIDS? MY GRAND KIDS? I THINK NOT! "ANGRY ORCHARD" TRUCK JUST WENT BY . . . DAD, DAD, DAD, ANYONE? LOL! THE NSA, JUST TRIED TO STOP ME FROM TRASHING SHELLEY . . . I LOVED JESSE, HE TOLD HE, I WAS THE ONLY MOM HE EVER KNEW! FUCK YOU, SHELLEY, YOU FUCKING BITCH! NO . . . I AM DONE WITH THE FUCKING FAMILY, HATE THEIR ASSES . . . MY LITTLE FAMILY, OF 4 AND KIDS, ARE WORTH MORE THAN MOM AND DAD'S 100 PLUS! BOTH IN MONEY, CLASS, COOL, BRAINS, LOOKS . . . THE

Biblical Classic . . . King Solomon And The Two Mothers!

BABY SPLITTING

I don't think, the alleged, "in crowd" has ever read the Bible . . . or they missed the story of the two mothers, who claimed that one baby was both of theirs; therefore, King Solomon, held the baby up and decided to split the baby in half, and give each half portion to respective mothers.  The real mother, cried, as the sword was about to cut the baby in two pieced, and told the King to give the whole child to the other mother. Then King Solomon, in all his wisdom, being lauded as the wisest man in the world, or known for his wisdom, took the infant and gave it to the true mother, the one, who refused to let her baby be cut in half, even if it meant that she would lose her son!  I have often relied on this and other stories, like the mother of Moses, who rather than have her child killed by Pharaoh, designed a basket that was made of thrush weeds, by the river, and sent her oldest daughter, to wait for the daughter of Pharaoh, then push the child to the woman, who was bathing in the Nile River.  And so the story went, but when the sister, came out of the bushes, the princess, asked if there was not an Israel mother, who could come and nurse the child, and take care of him in the courts and palace of the King, her father . . . the mother got to take care of Moses, until he was a young child.  Samson, was also turned over to the priests in the Temple, leaving his mother to grieve his loss, but rejoice in the fact that her son, was chosen by God to serve in his Holy of Hollies . . . to thine own self be true, I have fought the good fight for all of my children, and they are all adults, smart, beautiful, cool, and they, knowing, their situation, better than their mother, have to do what they have to do, not only to stay alive, take care of their families, but know the timing of everything.

I can't beat the FBI, CIA, NSA, ATF, all the cops, the extended Southwick family, high school friends, clients, neighbors, and the whole damned fucking world!  I am raw and hung in there as long as I can; therefore, as I have done before, I release you to do what you need to do . . . you know, I love you and all my grandchildren . . . in-laws are questionable, giving me reason to believe they were hired to fuck me over since day one, so it is up to them . . . Fields of Honor, or Halls of Shame?  Your choice . . . Love MOM! 

AWESOME SAUCE--NO MAN-SPREAD! DAMNED RIGHT HILLARY, GOP ARE TERRORISTS--KEEP'EM BAREFOOT & PREGNANT! PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH GOP TERRORISTS! PRESIDENTIAL WORD PLAY OF GOP FOX OPINION! KOCH BROTHERS CAN SPEND A BILLION DOLLARS ON "FREE SPEECH", BUT BECAUSE I HAVE A BILLION READERS, DIVIDED BY GOP MO NSA, MY BLOG IS DIVIDED ON 250 SITES OR MORE, TO MUTE MY VOICE AND FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS TO "FREE SPEECH! FRISK'Y BUSINESS--STOP, FRISK . . . EXPLAIN! NY MAKING COPS STAY IN BOUNDARIES OF OATH! YEAH, WITH FOR CONSTITUTION! ABOUT TIME! TECH TAKEDOWN . . . LICENSE PLATE SCANNING OKAY WITH "PROBABLE CAUSE" FOR MURDER . . . RANDOM SCANNING OF "WE THE PEOPLE'S" PLATES WITHOUT PROBABLE CAUSE--FUCK NO! VIOLATES 4,5,9, AND 14TH AMENDMENTS! SLEEP INN, MISSOULA, MONTANA . . . NOT IN TOWN 12 HOURS, 4:00 A.M., KNOCK ON MY MOTEL DOOR, ROOM 114! TWO MEN SITTING OUTSIDE MY DOOR, ONE YOUNGER COP LOOKING! NEXT THE BATTERING RAM? GOP TAUNTING, HARASSMENT, INTIMIDATION, THREATS, SCARE TACTICS, STALKING, FROM INNER MORMON, GOP, COP CIRCLE! FUCK OFF! JUST GOT ANOTHER KNOW ON DOOR! I ASKED THEM WHAT THEY WERE DOING . . . JUST GOT WRONG ROOM. REALLY, THEN WHY DID YOU KNOCK AGAIN! SISTA CLUB GOING DOWN? PUT YOUR FUCKING LEGS TOGETHER MEN, WE ARE SICK OF YOUR DICK'S! STOP TARGETING SMART WOMEN . . . I DON'T DO STUPID, MALE OR FEMALE--RACHEL, SHELLEY, KAY, SUSAN, TIFFANY, KELLY . . . DUMB ASSES, WILL LEAD YOU ASTRAY . . . GET THE REAL BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, NOT THE GOP VERSION OF ME! YOU, COPS, BUTTFUCK MONTANA, YOU HAVE BEEN "UTAHIZED" ARE PUSHING ME TO A FUCKING HUGE ASS LAWSUIT, UTAH THOUGHT $357 MILLION, FOLLOWED BY A $56.7 MILLION, ANOTHER $400 MILLION, WITH CLIENTS WAITING A YEAR AND A HALF TO BE MY CLIENTS . . . EVEN DEPUTY SHERIFFS? REALLY . . . DO WE WANT TO GO THERE? GOGURT . . . DOING ANYTHING TO GET IT ALL!

GOP "Terrorist Presidential" Candidate, Mitt Romney Started "WAR ON WOMEN"--Starting With ME!

FOX OPINION--FOR WHAT IT IS WORTH?  LOL!

Presidential Word Play

• Hillary . . . LIAR, DISHONEST, Untrustworthy, Experienced, Strong, Woman, Bill
• The Trumpster . . . Egotistical, Blow Hard, HONEST, Forth Right
• Bush . . . Weak, Name Recognition, EXPERIENCED, FAMILY, Brother, Honest

COMMUNICATIONS CLASS TEST

I had a class at the University of Arizona.  The professor did an experiment to make a point about communications . . . she had half of our class, a large sample, leave the class.  She gave 10 personality traits to the remaining members of the class, 5 positive and 5 negative, and had the class rate this person, or state what they thought of this person.  Then, she had the first students who had rated this person, leave the class and had the other half of the class come back in, and she read these students, the exact same personality tests, but started with 5 negative personality traits, followed by the same 5 positive traits.  Then she had them rate this person.  And not surprising, those who were read the positive traits first, rated this person positively, and in the converse of that, the students who heard the negative traits first, rated the person negative.

So, while FOX OPINION, since Fox News was down sized from a news source to mere opinion, they didn't necessarily read one personality trait, or questionnaire, that was allegedly given to people, asking them what the first words they thought of associated with presidential candidates.  Then, allegedly, they made the words used most, larger and bolder, and the ones that were less used, smaller and without the bold highlight. They are preconditioning the TV viewers to believe, according to how many people . . . we don't know, who are they, traditional FOX listeners, what is the size, location, sex of the people interviewTed or polled, but we are, without any facts, sample of the people interviewed, just to believe, WHO?  Fox Opinion, that what their pollsters a . . . GO FIGURE . . . THE GOP, UTAH RUN, GOP, NSA, COMPUTER, BOX TROLLS, CYBER TERRORISTS, JUST FROZE MY CURSOR ALREADY TWICE, ERASED THE LAST 2 SENTENCES . . . FUCK YOU ASSHOLES . . . POINT WELL TAKEN . . . FUCKIN' "TERRORISTS"!

Fox is the prime source of GOP thinking, indoctrination, brain washing, propaganda spewing, bull shit, that forms the opinions of most Republicans in this country . . . and in a very irresponsible, manipulative, and down right shitty manner, are trying to predispose their TV viewers, to think this or that, about a candidate, rather than just writing, all the same size, words that people used to describe a person.  My guess is that the people polled, were hard core, FOX faithfuls, party faithfuls, and not your average person on the street, probably twitter feeds to the opinion station!  Right as I was writing this, there was some guest, that they did the Presidential Word Play . . . and the guy said, of Hillary, she is PRESIDENTIAL!  On Trump, the interviewee, said, he was HARD CORE, and of Bush, he just said, BUSH!  Now, that independent person, randomly asked about the words that define the candidate best, used words that were very different, especially for Hillary Clinton, Yale law graduate, mother, former first lady of Arkansas, the United States, a Senator, Madame Secretary of State, and now presidential candidate!

In all reality, Hillary has a better resume than all 16 of the candidates the GOP has presented as options for president, and taking it from both an educated, lettered, experienced woman, I know what a law degree, jobs, training, exposure, speaking, being grilled by other smart, experienced people, the relationships and first name basis with world leaders, can do for a President . . . she is not starting from GROUND ZERO!

The Resume' That Was Trashed By the GOP For: The Butcher, the Baker, The Candlestick Maker Bitches of the Republican Mo State!

• honored humanity student, outstanding English major, honor roll, 4 scholarships, national honor society memberships
• juris doctorate, scholarly writing award, top score in my constitutional law class . . . bad ass from the start, law professor asked me to be his research assistant in con law!
• staff attorney, Utah Prosecution Council, Criminal Enforcement Division, Utah Attorney Generals Office . . . award winning domestic violence and sexual assault manual, served as national model, under Violence Against Women Act, award presented in Washington, D.C., by ironically, President Clinton . . . my graphics and some ideas from that manual, all new, fresh, creative, used in the Department of Justice, Human Body Trafficking Manual; manual training county attorneys, still in use from 1997
• assistant attorney general, administration, Utah Attorney Generals Office, over three statewide programs: (1) victim assistance; (2) constituent services; and (3) Safe at Home Community Based Trainings on domestic and dating violence, gang violence, elder abuse and fraud, stranger danger, and child abuse, 13 staff and 1800 volunteers
• assistant attorney general, health and driver license divisions, Utah Attorney Generals Office . . . with statewide jurisdiction over all DUI's in the state, all 270 I handled that year, and also collecting personal injury damages, from defense bar, after these attorneys recovered on tort or accident cases, that the medical bills for uninsured accident victims, recovered from other drivers . . . tough job
• staff attorney, Division of Aging, State of Utah, working with government areas on aging, city, towns, and counties, working with the elderly, senior citizen centers, ombudsman and other aging professionals . . . set up a guardianship/conservatorship panel of attorneys to handle and help disenfranshised elderly people without family members to care for them, or protecting them from abuse
• general counsel for the Utah Medical Association, over 3,000 plus doctors, representing them at the legislature, dealing with hospitals on contract negotiations, working with federal congressional delegates on physician issues, training and education on physician/law issues, end of life, palliative care, or pain management, end of life issues, living wills, powers of attorney, right to die with dignity, etc.
• professor of argumentation and research, family law, undergrad at 2 universities, award for being the toughest professor on the University of Utah campus, according to student ratings, and having the highest student rating, also made an adjunct professor for adding value to the university and department . . . total of 8 years of teaching at a college/university level
• trial attorney, civil, criminal, from small claims to United States Supreme Court, over $700 million worth of cases, lined up and waiting, memberships in the Utah State Bar, Utah Federal District Bar, 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, and the United States Supreme Court Bar, with 4 certificates of being in Good Standing with the Utah Supreme Court . . . note the date . . . from October 2013 with a case going to the U.S. Supreme Court, and 3 cases up on Appeal to the Utah Court of Appeals, and with terrorist tactics escalating to the level of death, amped up, starting, JANUARY 23, 2012 . . . with $357 million case against the state of Utah, which means the Mormon Church, with a Mo presidential candidate, Mitt Romney . . . I have been chased, tormented, harassed, intimidated, threatened, with up to and including, attempted homicide, several poisonings, accidents, sabotage of vehicles, etc.!
• number 2 in the nation for civil rights defense, after only, Wyoming cowboy attorney, Gerry Spence, who has practiced trial work for 40 years, and with a few defendants, and I have had up to 21 defendants, from county attorneys, judges, to cops of all flavors, police, sheriffs, narcotics, state agencies . . . with damages that lead the numbers in the nation, with cases in 5 states
• this is the attorney, that they call lazy? and this is missing 9 of my 20 years in the law, due to being poisoned, after taking out 9 federal agents, investigators and attorneys!

Blue Oyster Cult . . . Symbolic of the Mo Church . . . "Career of Evil"?  One Can of Bush's Beans!  Why Do You Want to Steal My Career?

I just hit my spell check . . . delayed, delayed, delayed . . . the 30,000 Mormon cyber spies, just tried, as they have months at a time, turned off my spell check, so they could steal the blogs, and then make the changes, and claim they did the blogs!  Yesterday, I wrote my blog title and they ripped it off, about the Butte Labor History Center . . . why, because after I went to Butte, and met the owners of the Butte Stuff Store, and now, the History Center, last March, and writing about the store and the new museum project that I am thrilled to see up and running; however, I stopped by the museum and the history center was closed!  But, it was about 3:00 P.M. and the center closes at 4:00 P.M.!  Scream!  I was dying to see it, and due to the lack of public restrooms, opted for going to the Pita Pit and got into true crime shows, and kept putting off the museum, until I thought I could still see everything in about an hour and a half!  Sorry, will come earlier next visit, but will brag it up, just the posters in the windows are amazing, can't wait to see the movies, film clips and news of the famous Butte!

I weighed 140 lbs. of pure class and style, when the Mo FBI and feds cut me down, with poison, at the end of 1999, first of 2000, so this bull shit, of we are just helping you get back in shape . . . FUCKING BY TRYING TO KILL ME?  No, I was punished for protecting my doctors, statewide, in Utah, under the general counsel position, at the Utah Medical Association, and that defense against the federal fraud units, newly formed to investigate government medical billing practices by docs, extended to the whole fucking United States and every doctor in the country, as did MY work with the financial planners, under state and federal SEC investigations!  Now you tell me, what is to be embarrassed of, as a mother, a church, and a state . . . FUCKING FIELD OF HONOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  IF IT HAD NOT BEEN, THE MO BITCHES AND BASTARDS, ALL REPUBLICAN TERRORISTS, WOULD NOT HAVE STOLEN MY LIFE, MY STORY, MY FAMILY, MY CASES, and TERRORIZED ME TO PROTECT AGAINST THEIR CRIMES . . . FUCKING HALLS OF SHAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

GET FUCKING REAL!  NOTHING BUT GOOD!

This Was POLITICALLY MOTIVATED . . . I HAD AN ABORTION!  MY FUCKING RIGHT . . . LEGAL, DEAL WITH IT!  Shelley the Family, Government, Church Whore--4 BASTARDS from 4 Different Men . . . Along with Kay, Rachel, Sue, Tiffany, Kelly Ann . . . PROSTITUTE THEMSELVES for the GOP Terrorists!

BUTTE TOUGH . . . FIELD OF HONOR V. POSIE PATCH: DEADLY WOMEN--BEYOND SUSPICION--THE UTAH PIONEER CLUB! THE WOMEN NURSING YOU BACK TO HEALTH, ARE ACTUALLY KILLING YOU! SOCIOPATHS--PEOPLE DON'T WAKE UP IN THEIR 50'S AND DECIDE TO KILL PEOPLE, UNLESS THEY HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT! LITTLE OLD LADIES LIVING LIES! SINFUL COLORS! SMOKIN' SMITTY'S . . . HARVARD, YALE, PRINCETON? NO . . . BAD ASS, BYU, 1993! LITTLE MS., LITTLE MS., CAN'T BE WRONG . . . I HOPE YOU HEAR THIS SONG! FIRST DEFEAT! I AM RIGHT 97% OF THE TIME, THE OTHER 3%, I DON'T CARE ABOUT! LOL! X'S & O'S; 1,2,3, THEIR GOING TO RUN BACK TO ME, CAUSE I'M THE BEST BABY THEY NEVER GOT! THEY ALWAYS WANNA COME, BUT NEVER LEAVE, X'S & O'S . . . HEARTS HAUNTING ME! SILVER BOW PIZZA, TREASURE CHEST, DEATH CAMP FOR CUTIES! TOOLS FOR KNOWLEDGE! SUNSMACKER, SUNKISSER, FUTURE HUBBY FOR DESSERT? MAN CAVE VACATION: BUTTE, MT., LABOR HISTORY CENTER! THE BUTTE LABOR HISTORY CENTER PROVIDES INFORMATION AND EDUCATION TO THE PUBLIC ABOUT BUTTE'S REMARKABLE LABOR HISTORY, FROM THE FOUNDING OF THE BUTTE WORKINGMEN'S UNION IN 1878 TO THE STRIKES OF THE 1950'S AND 60'S: (1) INTERPRETIVE BANNERS; (2) INTERACTIVE STATIONS; (3) MEMORIAL WALL; (4) LABOR HISTORY THEATER; AND (5) BUILDING TOURS. BUTTE'S LABOR STORY IS INTERTWINED WITH ITS COMPLEX MULTI-ETHNIC HISTORY, REPRESENTED BY IMMIGRANTS FROM 30 NATIONALITIES AND ETHNICITIES, WHO CAME TO WORK AT THE "RICHEST HILL ON EARTH." HERE'S TO THE WILD ONES! DARE TO GO NUDE! JUST KIDDIN' . . . COME SEE COPPER KING MANSION, BERKLEY PIT, MINES, ETC.! IT'S NOT ORDINARY STUFF . . . IT'S BUTTE STUFF! BUTTE IS BAD ASS . . . THIS BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK DIGS THIS PLACE! EXCERPT FROM "AMERICA IN PROPHECY" . . . GOD PERMITS THE WICKED TO PROSPER, AND TO REVEAL THEIR ENMITY AGAINST HIM, THAT WHEN THEY SHALL HAVE FILLED UP THE MEASURE OF THEIR INIQUITY, ALL MAY SEE HIS JUSTICE AND MERCY IN THEIR UTTER DESTRUCTION. THE DAY OF HIS VENGEANCE HASTENS, WHEN ALL WHO HAVE TRANSGRESSED HIS LAW AND OPPRESSED HIS PEOPLE WILL MEET THE JUST RECOMPENSE OF THEIR DEEDS; WHEN EVERY ACT OF CRUELTY OR INJUSTICE TOWARD GOD'S FAITHFUL ONES WILL BE PUNISHED AS THOUGH DONE TO CHRIST HIMSELF!

"THE FIRES OF PERSECUTION"; OLD GUYS RULE . . . SEE AMERICA, NOT AS IT IS, BUT AS IT CAN BE! FATHER VOWS TO GET GUN CONTROL LEGISLATION . . . CRAZY MAN GOT A GUN. THE SHOOTING OF TWO YOUNG JOURNALISTS, IN FAIRFAX COUNTY, VIRGINIA . . . LET'S GET THE FACTS FAIR! THIS MAN WAS NOT A CRAZY MAN WITH A GUN--HE WAS A DISGRUNTLED MAN, WHO CLAIMED TO HAVE BEEN DISCRIMINATED AGAINST AND FIRED AT THE STATION HE FORMERLY WORKED AT, AND KILLED TO JOURNALISTS, FORMER CO-WORKERS, AND WOUNDED ANOTHER PERSON INTERVIEWED . . . A "POWDER KEG READY TO GO OFF", YEAH! MOST PEOPLE DISCRIMINATED AGAINST, FIRED, FOR WHATEVER REASON, ARE PISSED OFF! 890 PEOPLE HAVE KILLED CO-WORKERS IN THE LAST YEAR--WE HAVE A PROBLEM CENTRAL! FREEDOM IS NOT FREE! LOSING A JOB, WHETHER CALLED FOR OR NOT, IS A TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES--A LIFE CHANGER, YOU MIGHT SAY! A FORMER COLLEAGUE OF THE MAN, SAID HE WAS FUN, ALWAYS LAUGHING, GOOD NATURED, WILLING TO TAKE CRITICISM, ASK FOR HELP, AND WANTING TO MOVE UP THE CAREER LADDER--THIS IS NOT THE MAN THEY KNEW! . . . THAT CO-WORKER DESCRIBES THE OPPOSITE PERSONALITY TRAITS FROM THE STATION MANAGER WHO FIRED THE GUNMAN--WHO SAID HE WAS LOOKING FOR EXCUSES TO COMPLAIN OF MISTREATMENT--THE GUNMAN WAS BLACK--STEREOTYPING? . . . SO, WHAT IS A "NORMAL MAN'S" RESPONSE? WHAT IS REALLY AT ISSUE, IS NOT GUNS OR GUN CONTROL, BUT STOPPING BEHAVIOR, FROM THE SHOOTER OR THE MURDERED, THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN CONTRIBUTING FACTORS, SO INCIDENTS SUCH AS THIS DON'T HAPPEN AGAIN! GUNS ARE ONLY MORAL OR IMMORAL, BASED ON THE HANDS THEY ARE PLACED IN--CHOSEN ACTIONS, GENERALLY HAVE TO DO WITH ACTIONS OTHER PEOPLE HAVE PERPETRATED AGAINST THE GUNMAN! IN EMPLOYMENT LAW--IT IS CRITICAL THAT BOSSES, EMPLOYERS, CO-WORKERS, STAFF, FOLLOW WELL ESTABLISHED GUIDELINES AND COMPANY POLICY--YOUR EMPLOYEE HANDBOOK OR MANUAL SHOULD BE YOUR "BIBLE", PROVIDING DUE PROCESS . . . NOTICE AND HEARING, RIGHT TO APPEAL, THE RIGHT TO CHALLENGE EMPLOYMENT DECISIONS. PEOPLE FEEL AT A GUT LEVEL IF THEY HAVE EITHER BEEN FAIRLY TREATED OR NOT, THEY KNOW, INSTINCTIVELY IF THEY HAVE BEEN GIVEN A FAIR SHAKE OR NOT! MANY STATES HAVE "RIGHT TO WORK" LAWS, WHEREIN AN EMPLOYER CAN LET AN EMPLOYEE GO FOR "ANY REASON", OR "WITHOUT CAUSE AT ALL!" THE RIGHT TO WORK, IS THE RIGHT TO LIVE! STUDIES SHOW, THAT THE TWO MOST STRESSFUL THINGS IN LIFE, ARE MOVING AND STARTING A NEW JOB! TO DETERMINE IF THIS MAN WAS A CRAZY, WE NEED TO LOOK AT THE "REASONABLE MAN STANDARD"--GIVEN THE SPECIFIC FACTS OF THAT INCIDENT, FACTORING IN POSSIBLE RACISM--TO MAKE ANY ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT HIS MENTAL CONDITION! WHEN PEOPLE TAKE ACTIONS, I AM TALKING MY FACTS, MY SON'S, HAVING 4 BANDS FUCKED WITH, AND NOW HE IS EITHER FORCED TO DANCE WITH THE DEVIL, OR HAVE MORE MUSIC CD AND NATIONWIDE TOUR STOLEN, SO, WHEN PEOPLE, TAKE ACTIONS, THAT ARE SO CONTRARY TO COMMON DECENCY, FOREIGN TO THE COMMON UNDERSTANDINGS OF HUMANITY, SO OUTLANDISH, AS TO SHOCK THE CONSCIENCE, AND THEY ARE THE VERY PEOPLE, OR CONNECTED WITH OFFICIAL GOVERNMENT DEPARTMENTS AND AGENCIES, WITH THE SOLE RESPONSIBILITY TO STOP THESE TYPES OF CRIMINAL ACTIONS, AND THERE IS NO RECOURSE, RESPONSE, AND THE VICTIM IS TARGETED, OVER AND OVER, AGAIN--THERE IS SOMETHING KNOWN AS "JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE"! MY BUDDY NICK, WORKING AT YELLOWSTONE, FOR D&C CONCESSIONS, GOT TWO AWARDS, AND PASSED A SECRET INSPECTION PERFECTLY, IN THE MONTH HE WORKED . . . AND HE WAS LET GO OR FIRED, SO HIS BOSSES BOSS, COULD BRING IN A CHICK, AFTER ALL THE HARD WORK WAS DONE, HE WAS MOST LIKELY FUCKING! NICK ENDED UP ON MEDICATION, IT CHANGED HIS CAREER PATH, BECAUSE, WHILE AN EXCELLENT EMPLOYEE, WITH AWARDS, HE WAS LET GO, AND THIS WILL REMAIN IN HIS EMPLOYEE RECORD, AFFECTING OTHER EMPLOYMENT WITH OTHER NATIONAL PARKS, HIS LOVE, HIS WORK, HIS LIFE! . . . NOW HE IS IN A HOMELESS SHELTER, STRESSED, OUT OF SORTS, 50 YEARS OLD, AND PISSED OFF SO BAD, HE IS WILLING TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO GET THIS UPLINE BOSS BACK, INCLUDING GOING TO THE LABOR COMMISSION, A LAWSUIT, AND EVEN STATING THAT HE WAS SEXUALLY HARASSED BY THIS MAN . . . WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO LOSE? I THINK SHOOTING, IN MY CASE IS TOO GOOD FOR THE PEOPLE INVOLVED--IF I COULD, I WOULD GLADLY SKIN THEM ALIVE, PUT ACID ON THEM, THEN HONEY AND RED KILLER ANTS, AND WATCH THEM EATEN ALIVE! . . . DO YOU THINK I AM CRAZY . . . HELL, NO . . . BILLIONS ARE READING THIS BLOG, AND KNOWING THAT THESE PEOPLE, WHO APPEAR TO BE CODDLED BY THE GOVERNMENT, PROTECTED, PRAISED, RAISED UP AS MODELS, LEADERS, AND GREAT ATTORNEYS--WHO ARE NOT EVEN ATTORNEYS, FOR THE MOST PART, BASED ON MY HISTORY, RESUME, CREDENTIALS, MERITS, HONORS AWARDS, CASES, BLOGS, LEGISLATION, AFTER POISONING ME, BACK IN 2000, LEAVING ME FOR DEAD OR DYING FOR YEARS, TAKING INSURANCE MONEY, HOMES, VEHICLES, STOPPING JOBS, APARTMENTS, CHASING, FALSE CLAIMS, LIES, AND ON AND ON . . . I AM NOT CRAZY, I AM PISSED AS HELL, WANT REVENGE, WANT JUSTICE, WANT THEM TO SUFFER . . . AN EARLY DEATH IS TOO GOOD . . . PRISON WITH A BROOM UP THE CHICKS' ASSES, AND A BIG BLACK DICK UP THE GUYS' ASSES, DAILY THREATENED, LEAVING THEM IN FEAR, CONSTANTLY, IS FAR TOO GOOD . . . I CAN'T THINK OF A JUSTICE AND WORTHY DEATH FOR THESE PEOPLE, CAN YOU? NORMAL PEOPLE HAVE KILLED PEOPLE FOR FAR LESS THAN A BILLION DOLLARS! THAT IS WHAT MY ESTIMATED WORTH IS! THIS IS HOW PEOPLE THAT GO BALLISTIC GET . . . PARENTS, EMPLOYERS, NEIGHBORS, TEACHERS, FAMILY MEMBERS, CLIENTS, PATIENTS, COPS, CLERGY . . . IF WE WANT TO STOP SHOOTINGS IN THIS COUNTRY, IT IS NOT GUN CONTROL THAT WILL DO IT . . . IT IS PROVIDING PEOPLE WITH THEIR RIGHTS, PROTECTIONS, A WORLD FREE OF DISCRIMINATION, SEXISM, PREFERENTIAL TREATMENT, ABUSE, FREE OF POWER AND CONTROL, OF UNFAIR TREATMENT--A WORLD WITHOUT BULLYING . . . THIS, MY DEAR READERS, IS THE WAY WE STOP VIOLENCE, KILLING, MAIMING . . . DON'T HATE, COMMUNICATE! WHETHER YOU SEE JESUS CHRIST AS THE SON OF GOD, OR A GREAT TEACHER, WITH TEACHINGS IN HARMONY WITH OTHER GREAT RELIGIOUS LEADERS FROM OTHER PARTS OF THE WORLD, HE TEACHES LOVE, PATIENTS, LONG SUFFERING, CHARITY, KINDNESS, BEING A PEACE MAKER, ETC. . . . WE CAN START, WHETHER IN HOME, WORK, ON THE STREETS, WITH LOVING OUR FELLOW MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN--GOD WAS NO RESPECTER OF PERSONS, BLACK, WHITE, MALE, FEMALE, JEW, GENTILE . . . TO DO OTHER THEN THESE ARE TO BRING THE "FIRES OF PERSECUTION" . . . LOVE GOD, LOVE YOUR NEIGHBORS AS YOURSELF . . . BE KIND TO ONE ANOTHER, WATCH GREED, PRIDE, COVETING . . . EASY, FOLLOW THE TEN COMMANDMENTS! IN GOD WE TRUST, IN JESUS CHRIST, WE ARE SAVED! CHRIST PROVIDES THE ULTIMATE FREEDOM . . . AND THAT WASN'T FREE EITHER! THE GOLDEN RULE: DO UNTO OTHERS, AS YOU WOULD HAVE DONE TO YOU! IT WORKS, AND IF NOT, GOD WILL FIGHT YOUR BATTLES FOR YOU . . . IF GOD IS WITH YOU, WHO CAN BE AGAINST YOU! NOBODY . . .

PEE WEE HERMAN CLONES! LOVIN' THE MORNING--REFRESH SWEETLY, COOL DELICIOUSLY . . . HOT CAKES--POWER TRIO! PONY UP! FOR THE BUTTE, MT. CAROUSEL . . . SPOKANE, WA., MISSOULA, MT., ST. GEORGE, UT. . . . FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY, FOREIGNERS CAN SEE WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE AN AMERICAN COWBOY! LOL! TWO GUYS, I BELIEVE FROM CANADA, RIDING THE SPOKANE CAROUSEL, ONE WILD AND ROPING IT UP! THE OTHER SO SCARED ON THE STATIONARY HORSE, THAT HE HAD HIS SAFETY BELT ON! LOL! THEY WERE LIKE TWO KIDS, RODE THE MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR AT LEAST THREE TIMES, WHILE I WAS GETTING A KICK OUT OF WATCHING THEM! SO FUNNY! THIS MORNING, "CAPTIVE PORTAL AUTHORIZATION" FORMAT ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN . . . THE NSA, MAFIA, OR WHOMEVER, IS NOT MAKING IT ANY SECRET THAT THEY HAVE SEIZED CONTROL OF MY COMPUTER . . . IS THIS WHAT INTERNET NEUTRALITY IS ALL ABOUT? UNCONSTITUTIONAL! I THINK I AM GOING TO CHALLENGE THE ALLEGED "PATRIOT ACT" UNDER THE FEDERAL RULES OF CIVIL PROCEDURE SECTION FOR CHALLENGING UNCONSTITUTIONAL ACTS OF CONGRESS! IF THESE FUCKS ARE GOING TO MONITOR MY BLOG, I AM GOING TO FIGHT BACK AND SUE FOR THE AMOUNTS OF HITS THAT GOOGLE SHOULD HAVE BEEN PAYING ME, AT ! CENT PER HIT . . . HELL, I WAS GETTING 155 MILLION HITS IN LESS THAN 54 SECONDS, MORE THAN A YEAR AND A HALF AGO! LAST WEEK SOMEONE MENTIONED THE TUMBLE SEARCH ENGINE OR SITE, SO I USED IT, TRYING TO DITCH THE NSA, ALWAYS, THERE WERE NOT RECORDED HITS AT THE TOP OF THE PAGE, LATER IN THE DAY, THERE WERE A HALF A MILLION BY NOON . . . THIS BLOG IS READ! IT IS ONE ABOUT 45 DIFFERENT SEARCH ENGINES, 4 TO 5 VERSIONS, "BAD CON"; "BAD AS"; "BADASS", ETC., SO SOMEONE IS BANKROLLING ME! GOOGLE WILL BE NAMED IN THE LAWSUIT, WORKING AS AN ARM OF THE GOVERNMENT, UNDER SECTION 1983 OF THE CIVIL RIGHTS ACT + THE DIGITAL MILLENNIUM ACT--DAMAGES RANGE FROM $2500 TO $25,000 PER HIT! THAT IS HOW THE BROCK SECURITIES, AND THE CHEEK, IRON COUNTY CORRUPTION CASES GOT THE HUGE ASS DAMAGES, COMPUTER CRIMES, LIKE MAKING MONEY OFF POSTING UNPROVEN CHARGES ON THE INTERNET TO MAKE MONEY FOR NEWSPAPERS, AS IN THE LAS VEGAS REVIEW JOURNAL, IN THE THOMAS G. VAIL CASE, CLAIMING "FAKE" CD'S WERE SOLD, AND THAT BROCK & RICE, WERE THE "FRAUD POSTER BOYS OF UTAH", A TERM I COINED IN RELATION TO THE CASE, WHEN BOTH JUST SIGNED AGREEMENTS, NEITHER ADMITTING OR DENYING GUILT! I BELIEVE BROCK WAS ON THE INTERNET, PROBABLY STILL IS, FOR 8 YEARS, AND RICE FOR 4 YEARS . . . THIS RUINS A PERSON'S REPUTATION, AND IS TRYING THEM IN THE COURTS OF PUBLIC OPINION! NOT COOL, ESPECIALLY FOR AN ALLEGED CONFIDENTIAL AGREEMENT WITH THE UTAH SECURITIES DIVISION! BUT, I GUESS THIS IS NOT MY CASE . . . FUCKIN' DUMB ASSES! MY LEGAL ASSASSINATION IS AS FRESH IN MY MIND AS THE KENNEDY ASSASSINATIONS! I CAN WRITE EVERY DETAIL OF ALL MY CASES . . . NO RESEARCH ASSISTANTS, NO PARALEGALS, NO LEGAL SECRETARY . . . JUST SOME LAME ASS JEALOUS PEOPLE, FROM SISTA SHELLEY THE SECURITIES RAT, MY FATHER, WHO CAME UNDER INVESTIGATION 5 TIMES . . . AND THEN ME, THE ATTORNEY WITH A SUPREME COURT BAR LICENSE TO PROVE WHO I AM, AND YOU THINK THIS PERSON HAVING BREAKFAST AT MCDONALD'S ON HARRISON ST. IN BUTTE, MONTANA, STAYING AT THE BUTTE RESCUE MISSION, WHERE I MET JAMES KENNEDY, LAST DECEMBER, WHO MIGHT BE WITH THE LIARS SAYING THAT I AM ALSO RACHEL . . . LAST WEEK, IN MISSOULA, ME AND SOME CHICK WERE SITTING OUTSIDE THE LIBRARY, WAITING FOR THE BUS, WHEN 8 CLONES OF PEEWEE HERMAN OR 8 LOOK-A-LIKE HERMEN, 8 FBI AGENTS, ALL WEARING THE SAME GREY SUIT, ALL SHORT DARK HAIR, ALL WHITE SHIRTS AND TIES, BLACK SHOES . . . WHAT THE FUCK? I GUESS YOU COULD HAVE 8 JOANN DOLLS, ALL TAKING PART OF MY LIFE, RESUME, CASES, CHILDREN, BLOGZ, AND DIVIDING ME UP TO THE POINT THAT THE ORIGINAL DOESN'T EVEN EXIST! TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION . . . AND I DON'T CARE IF EVERYONE FROM MY FIRST HUSBAND TO MY LAST, WAS WOUNDED BY LOVE, NOR MY CHILDREN, TELL THE FUCKING TRUTH! YOU OWE THAT TO ME, YOUR MOTHER, FOR HELL SAKES . . . CALL THEM, GOD PARENTS, OR AUNTS AND UNCLES, LIKE THEY ARE, AND IN MY DIVORCE PAPERS TO ALLAN REX BESS, AKA, FRANK OF INTERPOL, I WROTE THAT HE HAD NO CLAIM TO MY CHILDREN, WHATSOEVER, BECAUSE I COULD SEE, HE WAS FUCKING SHELLEY, PRETENDING SHE WAS ME . . . I HURT HIM SO BAD, THAT HE SAID HE WOULD NEVER HEAL FROM THE EMOTIONAL SCARS . . . DEAL WITH IT! YOU DON'T GET MY CHILDREN IN THE DIVORCE SETTLEMENT . . . HELL YOU GOT MORE USE OF THE BESS HOUSE THAT YOU ROBBED, SHELLEY AND YOU, KILLERS, TOOK STOCK CERTIFICATES, PROPERTY TITLES, WORTH MILLIONS . . . AND SHELLEY BEING A SHITTY MOTHER WHILE HER KIDS WERE YOUNG, DOES NOT MEAN THAT FRANK GETS TO BE ALLAN, AND SHELLEY, WHORE, GETS TO BE ME, JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., EVEN GOD IN HEAVEN ABOVE CAN'T CHANGE THAT! SHELLEY WELLY GETS HER OWN SHITTY LIFE, ALONG WITH HER DEAD SON, I TRIED TO SAVE . . . IS THIS PAYBACK FOR HELPING YOUR SONS? OR SWAPPING THEM FOR MY, STELLAR SONS? TAKE YOUR OWN SHIT . . . YOUR KIDS WOULD ALL BE WORSE THAN THEY ARE, HAD I NOT STEPPED INTO SAVE THEM, RACHEL'S KIDS TOO! JEALOUSY IN THE MOM ARENA TOO . . . SIMPLY AMAZING! GRETA, NICOLE, CHRISTIAN, AND ELLIOT, ARE MY CHILDREN, WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT! DEAL WITH IT! LOL! LOVE MOM! CHILDREN ARE ONLY YOUNG ONCE . . . I TOOK CARE ON MINE, THE MONTANA, THIRD PARTY PARENTING LAWS, APPLY TO CHILDREN UNDER 18, NBOT ADULTS WHO HAVE TURNED OUT GREAT! SHITTY PARENTS, LIKE THE MOD SQUAD, BRETT, KAY, SHELLEY, ALLAN, JACK OR JOHN WARE STRODE, TONY, MIKE AND CREW . . . YOU GET THE PRODUCT OF YOUR RAISING AND GENES, NOT STEALING MINE . . . DROP THE FUCK DEAD! THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO KENNEDY, IF YOU ARE THE NEW DADDY UNDER THE FRAUD BROADS LIES AND PARENT TRAPS TO BURY ME SO DEEP, THE TRUE MOM OF THE COOL KIDS, THAT UNCLE MARK, USED TO SAY, HE WOULD NOT LET HIS KIDS WALK ACROSS THE STREET TO TALK TO . . . FUCK YOU MARK, NO YOUR LOSER KIDS, ARE FOLLOWING MY KIDS INTO THE MILITARY! MY KIDS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ON THE ADVANT GUARD OF TREND SETTING! AS IS THEIR MOTHER . . . FRUIT DOESN'T FALL FAR FROM THE TREE!

Carousels--Pony Up For Fun--Young, Old, in Between!

I don't think I have thought of carousels, since I was taking my kids to Lagoon Amusement Park, in Farmington, Utah, when they were all very young kids . . . until, my son-in-law, Dallas, was an investigative reporter in St. George, Utah, for the St. George Newspaper and also as a writer for the Dixie State University, Sun Magazine, or the campus paper, when Mayor McArthur and the city counsel, decided to put a carousel in the town square, without letting the issue go before the people of St. George for public comment. Dallas attended that meeting, and like all good, crusader rabbits, not unlike his mother-in-law, he stepped on some big toes, got some people really pissed off,  in addition to looking into the misappropriate of campus money, by the administration, which eventually, ended up, getting him kicked out of the college, even though the request to look into campus funds and the misappropriation of those funds, came with first hand knowledge of the student body president, who was the one to put Dallas on the trail of the administrators, who then ganged up on him, in some outlandish hearings, where emails and evidence were doctored and created, post, posting of those dates!  LOL!  So, a bit of a tainted background with carousels, but that has all changed recently!

Spokane's Historic Carousel and the Electric Cowboys!

I believe, if I remember right, that the Spokane Carousel, is really old, and all the animals on the ride, under the magical canopy, were hand-carved and painted by one man?  But, one day, while kicking it around Spokane, black lover and CIA, Culinary Institute of Arts, wink, wink, wink, who got me up to that area, but took off to Seattle, asking me and two other woman, who were helping him with his business, to form a business, rent a house together--dropped a bomb on him! . . . just typo, ty . . . Shelley's youngest . . . all wounded by love, reported that Shelley, Rachel, or Kay, Sue, and as of late, Tiffany, 31 flavors of girls, all allegedly ME, was the sexy vixen that seduced them, not me!  LOL!  Things are good in the hood . . . all bought off!  --

Oh, surprise, surprise, surprise--NOT . . . someone just tried to hijack these last two paragraphs, hint, hint, hint, truth hurts and it is also a defense to slander!  I know the law, dumb asses!  Lest you doubt me, keep fucking with this blog and I will challenge your whole fucking premise for these actions, stealing, killing, and doing whatever it takes to take my MONEY or my SON's MONEY!  I am not that into money, but I sure as hell, am not into making it, and then having you sworn and total enemies, my family and former lovers, all wounded in love, turning on me and lying about whom they were with, big ass fuckin' fake boobs aside . . . you can fuck whom you want . . . leave me out of the mix and my law practice, kids, cases, blogz!

Sorry, I was so rudely interrupted by the NSA, or the Mo Access crew, allowing access to the Mo Fag PeeWee Hermens, that dominate the intelligence community, due to language training and missions in foreign countries, the clones, all in lock step with the church, with no separation of church and state, in Utah, where 30,000 cyber spies, who monitor the computers for the whole fucking western United States!  Go figure . . . this is exactly why you  have a separation of church and state, the two are like oil and water, and they want to promote their stupid agendas, using government methods, technology, and programs, like the PRISM programs, for Spying on America!  I guess it is just too hard to have one of those cloned FBI Pee Wee Hermens to come down to McD's and see who is writing this blog . . . might blow their minds, or blow the cover of the bitches, that you dig, digging what I have done, not what they have done, you were just presented one of their sorry fake asses, as me.  You never have a second chance to make a first impression . . . YOU THINK THEY ARE ME!  Get SMART!  NEVER CAN BE--NEVER WILL BE!

Either Two Gay Caballeros or Foreigners Having A Cowboy Experience

So, I am watching all the kids, having been run out of Montana, wishing that I could take my grand kids on this fun, historic ride, so cool, bright, fun, and from the looks of these two 40 year old something men, a bit dangerous, at least for one of them!  LOL!  I watched as the two men, mounted the horses, on taking the riskier ride, the horse that goes up and down, a bit scary!  And the other one, mounts a stationary horse and like all cautious types, he does the responsible on, and puts on his carousel seat belt, buckles up, and is a bit timid at the thought that this buck-a-roo, might actually, take off and run away with him, being facisious of course, but he did seem, genuinely a bit nervous about this American experience.  Not the other cowboy, he was hooping and hollering as his wild steed, went up and down around the circle, and he was loving every minute of this little taste of the wild, wild west, or what he considered it to be.  I had more fun watching the two of them, than any children on the ride.  No sooner had the ride stopped and especially the more adventuresome of the two travelers and riders, gotten off his bucking bronco, he was game to ride the deal again!

His enthusiasm was not dimmed a bit, ride after ride . . . his friend, was not so crazy about the experience and had to be coaxed into each ride after the first one.  But, that changed my whole idea about carousels, their potential to give people a lot of pleasure, not only riding, but watching, I laughed and enjoyed the ride as much as these two men did!  LOL!  The kids were all a bit braver than the one rider with the belt buckled around him for safety!  My kids were raised on this stuff, so, I guess, a lot comes with exposure . . . like the time, I was pregnant with Elliot, I think, and didn't want to trudge around the Lagoon amusement park on stake Lagoon day, where all Mo's in our area got into the park for a discounted fee, the only time, we could afford to take the little crew to the park and swimming.  But, I got a bad feeling in my stomach, that something was wrong, and decided, that I better check on dad, watching the other three kids, and for damned good reason . . . I didn't swear in those days, but I about had a heart-attack when I looked up on some Pirate's Treasure ride, and saw, Chris, not a whole lot older than two and a half, far below the size for riding, that ride that almost throws people out, as it swings up over the lake with tons of carp, that horrified me since my own trips to Lagoon when I was young.  Chris was literally hanging on to the bar, and almost flying over it, as he sat with big sisters, Greta and Nicole, who were laughing and having a great time, as was little Chris, but who knew, how close each swing of the pirate's ship was to throwing his little body into the carp infested watery grave . . . dad is too laid back for this supervisory job at the fun park!  LOL . . . he was reading the newspaper!  Screammmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!

So, when these grown men were getting such a rush out of the horses, I was amused and wondered how they would handle the Pirate's Treasure Ship?  The summer I flew all my 4 children to Chicago, while working at Americans United for Life, I took them up to Six Flags Amusement Park, and only the biggest, meanest, newest roller coasters worked to give my 4 a rush!  The Batman ride had just been built and Bruce Wayne's Batmobile was parked at the front of the ride, may still be . . . fun times, fun kids, adventuresome kids . . . raised getting a rush from dad's lack of supervision to mom's chagrin!  I about died!  LOL!

Missoula Carousel--Equally Historic--Fun For All Ages!

One time a month or so ago, I was ditching, CIA, Marines and ducked into the Missoula Carousel and Discovery Center for Children, down at Caras Park, near the banks of the Clark River, city hot spot, and happened to sit by a mother who didn't look old enough to have a 10 year old, let alone a 27 year old and a few college age kids, who were on the carousel with their father . . . just one of the kids, and I have grown to appreciate that in men . . . moms are burned out, by the time you hit the weekends and dads are much more fun, weekend warriors, who can take over and laugh, run and have fun with the kids, and that is what I see, tons in Montana . . . thanks for all the involved dads, it makes all the difference, shapes lives, brings fun into a family, wish I would have listened to Zeke more, gotten gym passes and all, rather than being such a stick in the mud . . . took a divorce to bring back the fun into my life, stopped always being the bad cop in the family, dad was the good cop!  LOL, mom and bad ass, boot camp didn't seem hard to my girls, mom was way worse, they were born in boot camp, had to drop and give 30 push ups, when Greta, laughed in a 7 foot black drill sargent's face, when he was barking orders to Gret, at the Michigan Naval Training Base . . . she thought . . . my mom is worse than this guy!  LOL!  How did you get your daughters to go in the military, they were born in it!  LOL!  Get up, get your room clean, get dressed, come to breakfast, get out the door to school!  You have ballet, jazz and tap, so take your clothes to school!  I couldn't think of much else to say to kids, until they got older . . . much better talking politics, current events, and my kids raised to the occasion!  They are all just as political, with the exception of Chris . . . he is just cynical!  LOL!

So, I have changed my mind, and decided that carousels are a good thing, but get the public support behind you!  It sounds like many things in Montana, that happen for the good of families, promoters are relying on contributions and donations from local people, so PONY UP!  AND HAVE SOME FUN!  Horses on the carousel, my be the closest some people will ever get to the American cowboy experience! Gotta love it!

Stealing My Personal & Intellectual Property!  Not OKAY!

You tell me what you would think, seeing a blank white screen come up on your computer, each morning, or at least, since you bought our replacement computer, last week, having given you old one of three months away, after a low flying FBI surveillance plane flew over you, while writing you blog, at 4:00 A.M., outside, talking, Chicago, Wriggles Sports Bar & Grill, North Avenue, Grand Junction, Colorado, and turns your computer screen blood red, and then shuts it down, to pitch black, and you see the words, Captive Portal Authorization? at the top of the white text box?  What would you think?  What is it?  What does it mean?  I know, that at various times, when I have gone into diagnostic tests, they have led me to different portals, one closed, likely mine, and the other portal open, likely either the mobs, or the NSA, or National Security Agency, that Edward Snowden ratted out, for the feds allowing sky cops to spy on American citizens! Nw, Germany, told Google, hell NO, you are not coming into our country and allowing American spy agencies access to account holders in this country!  And why the fuck, do these agencies, care about carousels, trips with my kids, fun times, dads as kids, making life more fun for kids!  What is up with that?  Can you tell me?

I can, the government is allowing, bitch asses, my father, uncles, Shelley, Kay, all the losers who don't have a life, nor an earning power, to steal my blog, pretend that it is coming off an IP number, that is not related to the author, or ME.  Do you know, that all emails, blogs, written material is protected under the United States Constitution, and I am not just talking, the 4th, 9th and 14th amendments . . . in the powers and duties of Congress, they are to write and create all laws that protect, original writings and inventions, it is called copyright laws, trademark laws, patent laws that protect inventors, plain language, right in the document itself . . . these fuckers, the government, agencies, family fuckers who could not write a blog like this in the billion hits, or a billion years, are taking control of this blog.  I wrote on "Tumble" and within less that a day that cite or search engine had a half a million hits on that site alone, within less than a second, times that by how many seconds in an hour, and times that by 24 hours . . . just that site alone is rockin' the numbers for blogs . . . now times all the gopaddles, duckduckgo, yelp, etc., with hits, not to mention the big guys, Google, Yahoo, AOL, etc., in different versions of the same blog, same writer, same bio!  Come on, CIA, over financial CRIMES . . . get your head out of Rachel's big ass fake boobs, and smell the SHIT!

Mr. Hot Sicilian--Constitution is All But DEAD!  FUCK NOT!

The Patriot Act was intended to serve as the vehicle to create a one world order police agency for the world, and that was the United States Unified Police . . . there is no other reason to have the cops unified, they already act like a legalized mafia, a gang, and the Act that is unconstitutional as hell, when applied to American citizens, and was originally intended to deal with terrorists, that now include, people like me.  Well that is total bull shit.  Cheney and Bush, the pushers of this shit, the legislation was drafted a long time ago, and the Constitution has been under attack since about 1933, with a big push in 1950's, when the very reputable, John Birch Society, an organization, that was known for teaching citizens about the U.S. Constitution was black balled, much like I have been, only it was an organizational assassination, rather than a character assassination of a sole attorney, like myself, many others were not as lucky as I was, and were just killed, in accidents, of heart attacks, embolisms, and other freakish ways, that made no sense . . . I was lucky in and of the fact that the feds, along with my enemies at a Utah state level, after getting 9 federal agents and investigators and their attorneys, fired, for unconstitutional actions that violated the 4th amendment, and even their own federal regulations, for the time, considered to be reasonable due process, of 24 hours before, seizing any documents from a docs office, and only upon notice, a writing as a warrant for the seizure of those documents!  WA, WA, WA . . . cops had to actually follow their due process mandates as set out by Congress, hello, the group that writes and passes all laws that are pertinent to running the business of this country . . . not fucking cops, with high school educations!  Get REAL!

Last night, while I am eating dinner, and an echo of his earlier statements that were rejected, this guy, an undercover cop, tells me, that he doesn't watch TV or read the newspaper, because I asked if he wanted me to pass the newspaper to him after I looked at it . . . no thanks!  These guys are hear no evil, see no evil and speak no evil, and the United States Constitution, you know the little, insignificant document, the SUPREME LAW OF THE LAND, with any law Congress passed, being repugnant, VOID, and all laws consistent with the Constitution, Constitutional . . . are YOU GETTING THE PICTURE FOR THE FRAUD BROADS?  They are cop bitches, and they are to replace me, the bad ass con law chick who has kicked the shit out of cops for the last 18 years, for unconstitutional actions, now codified by the Patriot Shit Act!  As citizens, we are shocked and horrified by the number of cops killings, over 680 people, just this year, well, it is that fucking Patriot Act that the cops think give them the right to be judge, jury and executioner, on the streets!  They are considered part of the covered agencies, that have immunity, under the Act, making all cops, UNI cops, therefore, included in the covered agencies of the likes of the FBI, CIA, and other federal agencies . . . there is no place in the Act that I have seen that included local and state cops!

COP IMMUNITY, FED OR OTHERWISE, ONLY EXISTS WHEN COPS FOLLOW WELL ESTABLISHED LAWS, AND DEPARTMENT POLICIES THAT ARE CONSISTENT WITH THE CONSTITUTION!  CRIMES ARE NOT COVERED, COP KILLINGS ARE CRIMES!

Under the Patriot Act, there has become this mentality, and growing with the cop killings, that anything a cop asks you to do, no matter how asinine and unconstitutional is law, and you have to follow, or you deserve to be SHOT!  WHAT THE FUCK . . . WHERE IN THE HELL DID THIS COME FROM . . . YOU GOT IT, COPS, MAKING COPS GODS!  Fucking not going to happen, as long as I am alive, write this blog, live, and breath . . . getting the picture of why they are chasing me?  If you can't see this, you are as fucking stupid as they are, and I don't do stupid!  I am not anti-social, just anti-stupid . . . and they want Ann, or JoAnn, to be Ti or Ty's mom, Shelley, because she is working to be me, replace me, take over this blog, now that I have built up trust, and slowly lead you way from the United States Constitution, and all the rights and protections, WE THE PEOPLE ENJOY!

The feds, the Prez, Congress, thank God, know, that the citizens will not allow our 2nd amendment rights to be taken away; therefore, through all their efforts to scare us, shoot us, and try to reason with us, through all these shootings, we are not laying down our right to bear arms!  Just not going to happen, not in my lifetime, that is . . . I don't chose to carry a gun, but I will defend your rights with my death . . . that is the replacement plan!  We will put in a new JoAnn or several, just like the Pee Wee Hergal's clones, but not mental clones, total 180 degree opposites, more compliant, obedient, docile, controllable and buy the unconstitutional bull shit, because, they want and have been annointed by the cops, frat rat status, as the police department queens, princesses, getting in on the ground floor, like those Mo network marketing schemes, ponzi schemes that are as illegal as the titles of nobility, even the president can't hold that title!  Check the ground rules, the rules of agreement, between the government and the governed, that FUCKING CREATED THE GOVERNMENT TO PROTECT "OUR" RIGHTS!

Mr. Hot Sicilian, took an new twist to the 2nd amendment . . . it is not the people who have the right to bear arms, it is only the militia . . . I thought you said the Constitution was dead, looks like you are relying on the document for your guiding light!  LOL!  That useful, little document, that controls our country! CAN I TELL YOU, I AM SO SICK OF THIS SHIT . . . I JUST HAD TO RECONNECT TO THE INTERNET AT MCDONALD'S . . . probably so the NSA, and acting fucking suckers from this blog, who want to protect their sorry, lying asses, and say this it their blog, and change what I write to the Patriot Act bull shit, but yesterday, there was only ONE, connect click . . . today, like there used to be, there are tons of them, duplicates, with red connect buttons all the way down the page . . . for one day, it was nice to get my blog to myself . . . at least 5, that I was allowed to see, was not able to get to the bottom of how many screens were tapped into this one, but just like all my computers, there are many eyes watching it!  Back in 2008, there were 57 screens open to my computer screen . . . so, it is safe to say, that there are as many snakes watching this, taking credit, changing this as Medussa has snakes in her hair, or Shelley! or Kay . . . both bitches can't do, so they STEAL!  Not lol!

Constitutional Law 101 For Mr. Hottie & Federal Friends

I am sure, that you, CIA, FBI, NSA, can go into the 2009, Senate Confirmation hearings for Justice Sonia Sotomayor, since you probably will not believe me, and you can see that she is asked, if the Heller Decision, out of the U.S. Supreme Court, giving the District of Washington, D.C., residents the 2nd amendment right to bear arms, since, in the Constitution, Congress is prohibited from doing so, but the states are not!  The NRA went ape-shit, and didn't endorse, Ms. Sotomayor, at the time.  But she was not dissing the right to bear arms, she was just clarifying that, the second amendment, is a states right issues, as you will see, from the very start of the Bill of Rights, when it says at the beginning of the 1st amendment, that Congress shall not . . . applying to the next three amendments!  The plain language of the 2nd amendment starts with the statement that in order to have and maintain, not the right words, but I keep giving away my copies of the Constitution, but in order to have a free state, the states need to have a militia!

If you go, to the duties and responsibilities of Congress, under, I believe, section 18, the U.S. Constitution, talks about, the militia, that has now been referred to as the National Guard, which are trained in the manner of the United States Military, but within each state, used to suppress insurrections and rebellions, and when not used by the president, they are under the direction of the governor of each state, in cases, deemed necessary by the governor to use.  Case in point . . . when the cops were facing off against the protesters, Governor Jay Nixon, called in the National Guard, to put down, or calm the insurrection and alleged rebellion.  With the cops, is was too up close and personal, tension, anger, going way back to the discriminatory practices that the Department of Justice just substantiated, and implemented new cop policies.

If people will just follow the inspired document, that is not out dated at all, and I have never, in 20 years found that it fails to address current hot topics, and in a stellar fashion, relying on statutory interpretation: (1) looking at the plain language . . . if it is clear what is being said and implied, that is the end of the debate; (2) if the plain language is not clear, turn to the intend of the founding fathers, or the lawmakers who wrote and passed the bill, act, or law . . . there are legislative and Congressional records; and (3) if all else fails, go back to the history, surrounding the passage of a particular law, rule or statute, and constitutional provision . . . a good starting point, is to go back to the Declaration of Independence, and see what King George, in England was doing to the colonies, and what the claims were against the crown . . . and believe me, we have gone right back, to King George and all the abuses, under the Patriot Act, because the fuckers behind this dumb ass, unconstitutional act, want to rule the people, be kings, queens, princesses and princes . . . you thought all those little princess parties were not driving something . . . you are dead WRONG!

So, this Sicilian, to overcome the right to bear arms, is stating that only the militia can bear arms . . . so in other word, those men and women, trained by the United States government, who is being controlled by British loyalist and Mormons!  BLAH!!!!!k  SCREAM!  I know these clowns!  BLAH, VOMIT!!!!!!!!!  They are trying to disarm the citizens, only want cops to have guns, have surveillance on ever street corner, like in London, 17 cameras on each light post . . . like they don't have terrorist acts, ah, Charlie Hebdon!  Or the terrorist attack that three Americans just thwarted?  Really, you think that limiting guns to just the militias, is going to control the people?  If you look at the Utah, Arizona, and the Montana, and I am fucking sure, all 50 state constitutions, you will find, that like in Utah, every able bodied man, ages 18 to 45 is to serve in the militia . . . Arizona, there is no age attached . . . Montana, progressive, males and females to serve!  In Montana, under the governor, or there used to be under, Gov. Brian Switzer, spelling? there was a group, consisting of that make up constitutionally based, separate and aside from the National Guard, called the Montana First Responders . . . that are also at the disposal  of the governor, and to protect against a tyrannical federal government!

Not buying your interpretation, Mr. Sicilian . . . doesn't take long for hot guys to lose status with me, they get real ugly when they contradict what the U.S. or state Constitutions say!  LOL!  My love is fleeting and that is why many cops, who initially come onto me, get slammed, they think different and think WRONG . . . like I said, I don't do stupid, fraud broads, bra bitches, don't know the law, they are telling you what you want to hear . . . you big bad heroes!  LOL!  You are better to get real with your con law attorney[s] and get the real chick, bad ass as she is, and get the right shit in your brain, before I brain fuck you with the Supreme Law of the Land!  Goddamn it!

Anyone, wanting a more detailed and researched explanation of this militia, right to bear arms issue, I wrote a free press article, on GoArticles, right after watching Justice Sonya Sotomayor being grilled by the Senate Confirmation Committee, where I took 32 pages of notes, and was curious about what she said about the topic, of guns, which led me to research other questions friends and political groups had about militias and the right to bear arms or the 2nd amendment.  I think the article was entitled, something like: Go to Hell, NRA . . . Sonja Sotomayor was Right!  Last I looked, about eight articles I wrote in August of 2009, I believe, were posted and printed, published in a ton of magazines, according to Gina Merrell, who aided and abetted, Shelley, big sister, in stealing my blog and other writings, where she worked for Dixie State College, when they gave me the keys to the college, for doing two free presentations at about that time, finding someone was going to college on my birthday, name, social security number!  SHELLEY . . . I never heard that bitch ever talk about the Constitution, until I was poisoned and suppose to die . . . I should have taken the advice of the college and called the cops at that time and stopped this fucking cunt in her goddamn tracks, who would have guessed . . . hooking up with all the men, wounded in love by me!  

The Letter and The Cell Phone

By way of laying a foundational and contextual framework, for what appears to be a breach by me of a confidential relationship, between me and a friend/client, who asked me for my help, with this issue, but upon further interactions, realized that she too, as with all my contacts, who later sell out, and lie, about who the real JoAnn is . . . A, lie, B, lie, C, lie . . . I am no longer protecting lame ass clients, who would throw me under the bus in a heartbeat to jump in the money train, again that I am making, but lands in the hands of big brother, big sister, and the government chumps, connected to the Mo NSA, and 30,000 cyber spies over the western United States, based in Moville, Utah!  With no separation between church and state, being under the direction of Mitt Romney, shadow prez. for the Mo's, not President Obama, and why in the hell, the Department of Justice is not all over this bulls shit, makes me wonder if Shelley, posing as me, the attorney who wrote blog after blog, in support of new U.S. Attorney General, Loretta Lynch, pushing Congress to confirm her . . . but, with her, being introduced to Shelley, who is me, which you have a lame ass wanna be, making law, practice, license cheap, dirty, and corrupt, and within the Department of Justice, itself, covering up this bull shit lie . . . she is way nicer than me, because she is a "fake", you just want what this fucking Sicilian wants; theref's seeore, all government agencies are willing to cover her sorry fucking ass, and yours for that matter . . . THIS IS A GODDAMNED CRIME, and your are the agency to FRY HER SORRY FAKE ASS, even if you lover her to death, so cute, so sweet, Ms. Congeniality . . . I would give you a run for your money, and challenge your positions . . . can't have the real, bad ass con law chick, the true U.S. Supreme Court bar member, not the bitch being fucked by Frank, Mr. InterPol, who killed the real, Allan Rex Bess, he and Shelley, with a 22 to the head, and stole his families hard earned wealth, just like they are doing to me!

Here is an example, fresh as fresh, from last week, showing the patterns of criminal behavior, in this fucking RICO scheme that I have told, U.S. Assistant Attorney, Paul Fucker Kohler, Lier, and FBI Agent, Seth Foote, with motherfucker, county attorney, Scott Garrett, and named defendant in my $56.7 million, civil rights case against agents in the Iron County government, acting under color of law, sound familiar, with Scott playing the King Pin, right in the complaint, orchestrating a conspiracy, check your federal statutes, way worse for a conspiracy . . . against my clients, Haylee Cheeks, Travis Braun, and Michael Shane Clark . . . Shelley was living on family welfare at Rachel Hickey's house, in St. George, Utah, hatching up this scheme, with add, yes, Senator Hatch, heading into the 2012 elections, in the reddest state, with the reddest county, where I lived, being for President Obama!  YOUR BOSS . . . you probably all know the fucking fraud that you are perpetrating, and if I don't see some justice, I will sue myself . . . if I can stay alive that long, lies, should not go up to the highest offices in the land, Shelley doesn't know her shit, she is not an attorney, she is not a constitutional law attorney, you think she is me, the one writing this blog!  She used to sell Cabbage Patch Doll Shoes and sell Elementary School Librarians Kids' Books, for God sake!

Have the fucking ballz to get this shits, and I am assuming that my resume, and blogs, got her a nice, cushy assistant attorney general position, in your office . . . this is a CRIMINAL, and you are harboring her!  She is just fucking men, using sex, to get her way, into power positions, Bush fuckers, who have had it out for me, since before I got poisoned, and Shelley worked with former attorney general Mark Shurtleff, whom I trained in the position at the AGs office, later was asked to be his campaign manager, after he made sure that I was not running, he was a named defendant in my $357 million lawsuit against the state of Utah . . . Shelley made a deal to turn in her former boss, Alan Wolfson, and former husband, David Yeman, also a securities dealer, to save her fucking fat ass, and my father's ass, who had been under investigation 5 different times, and believe me, they are both criminals, and Shelley learned from the best, her father . . . I was always to honest, paid my dues, went to law school, took the bar, kicked the shit out of cops and prosecutors, U.S. attorneys, and have continued to this day . . . nice matters, but it doesn't hold shit, for a law degree and practice . . . she is trying to learn from me, than claim my work as hers!  Good God . . . you are the fucking, Department of Justice . . . and I fought for you, she rode on my work, as she has for 15 fucking years!

Classic RICO Patterns . . . This is YOUR JOB!  Helping Take these Shits Down!

 While I am in Missoula for the last few months, Annie Burbank, keeps calling me, and asking me questions.  In months passed, I have known that she was working with Shelley, Rachel, Kay and crew, her background is not secret, former Mormon, her husband, was in the military in Washington, D.C., in Quontico, FBI headquarters, and living, I believe she said, somewhere near, Langley, CIA headquarters . . . allegedly her husband was abusive, and her daughter, allegedly got pregnant out of wedlock and due to abusive men, both mother, daughter and grand-daughter, all took fake names . . . the Mormon thing!  Especially in this game. Ms. Burbank, owns the Granite Peak Grill, in Kalispell, Montana, and I went to her restaurant, probably on a set up, even from the get-go, one of Shelley's fucks, Jack/John King Strode . . . she always shadows people, especially men that I have been with, as was the case with Jack, who probably picked up on me, to keep the Utah, Mo secrets, going, right at the 2012 elections, the basis for the money grab, and power grab, and the subsequent, running me out of the state, leaving, Shelley, Kay, Rachel, Sue, Tiffany, Kelly Ann and others to fill my BIG ASS SHOES . . . clue, it takes 6 or 7 of them to be ME!

Right off the bat, like with all acquaintances, Shelley will move in, and make deals, and for sure, single mothers need help, small business owners need help, but it is suspicious that Jack is the one, who told me about  the restaurant . . . he claimed that I went to Pennsylvania with him for Thanksgiving, when I went to Utah . . . much like Tony and the boyz club, who all share the government hooker, Shelley, Mike, Tony, Jack, Allan or Frank, they all try me, and when they are wounded in love . . . not really, I just don't need them to be ME for God sake, I AM ME, don't need the dirty old horny fools!  LOL!  I left Jack gambling, the one thing he does best, and called, son, Elliot, rocker kid, and found out that Greta and Dallas, were not doing their traditional Thanksgiving, so I stopped and visited each of my children on the way through the state and Thanksgiving Day.  I am sure, that as with Tony, Frank and crew, Jack took Shelley, and claimed that it was ME, in fact he later, tried to say, that he purchased me a ticket, which he did not . . . check his travel plans, the day after, Thanksgiving . . . I left him without telling him, when I heard that Elliot was going to be alone for the day!

Coordinated Efforts Between Missoula/Kalispell, PD--Uni Cop Shops

So, the heat had been on me for days, and finally, some female chick comes a calling at the Poverello, probably the cops shop within the cops shop, blonde, small, attractive . . . could be a fed, extra-police or outside the police force, like the Billy Idol look-a-like, who knocked on the door the week before!  MO shits or feds, then Mo shits too!  Impersonating a police officer, never seen this chick, nor the guy, watch cop shops. But I stay out all night, with her coming back at midnight for some chick, who would not be at the shelter if she was not at check-in at 8:00 P.M., out on her ass, so no reason for this cop chick to come back, other than to get me, who took off when I saw her . . . they know I bolt, when I get money, and it was coming, but I was planning on staying for the next month, to finish my swimming pass; however, probably part of the scheme, the pool, was going to close for 10 days, and they hate it when I start to get in a habit of exercise and lose weight, because I don't look like fat faced sisters, my face is very chiseled!

Annie had been needing help, but I knew, that on many occasions, she had set me up, and I was sure that she was working for Shelley . . . she will deny, but very overly friendly with cops, hiding SUV in storage unit, bank wrote off, probably her pay for fucking me over.  Everyday, since arriving, there are sheriffs hanging out around the Granite Peak Grill . . . Annie's response . . . it is because the fair is on.  Then, she acted like Rose, her daughter, Athena, in the letter, is going to come take her Subaru out of the lot . . . I see a sheriff sneaking around the grill, on day, and she runs out, stating that the sheriffs are at her car . . . this is not the car at issue, it is the one in the storage!  So?  She probably thought I would run to her aid, and follow her out to the cops . . . I grabbed my phone, that was on her charger, and ran out the door, to the gas station on the corner!  I waited until they left and then I came back . . . now, Annie will claim that it is Rachel, or Shelley, who is running or hanging out, and writing this letter.  The cops will back her up . . . even the sell of her white, Jeep Cherokee, sold for cash, $1300, which I had expressed an interest in, stood, long after the wife was to come check on it, and after the guy purchased the Jeep . . . I got the feeling that this dude, was undercover or to support Annie in her lies that I was one of the Mo sista bitches!  Two witnesses better than one, and a very reasonable price for me to get wheels, and I had told her I wanted it on the phone!

McGarvey, Anderson . . . What Better Way to Cover-Up a Non-Attorney--Hook Her Up With the Constitutional Law Attorney in Kalispell, MT.!

For the last year, Annie, has said that Alan McGarvey, a allegedly good constitutional law attorney wanted me to come work with him . . . I am well known, but again, my face is not known, for working on the Salish-Kootenai Water Compact, finding it to be totally unconstitutional, leaving the federal government, that all the fraud broad boyz club work for, want to find the opposite, they can control the BIA, but not the ranchers and farmers, who asked me to do a constitutional analysis on the compact, back in 2013, also, when I testified, and the legislature, postponed voting on the compact, until the 2015 session this year, and allegedly passed it in contrivance of their own, Montana Constitution, the Hellgate Treaty of 1955, Montana Water Law, and a district court ruling stating that, as I had, the compact was unconstitutional . . . Shelley probably made a fortune on my work!  Tony Osthemeier, of Missoula, and also with a ranch, probably a bribe, that is in St. Ignatius, approached me about renting a room from him in Missoula, which I did, he wined and dined me, but it appeared that it was for other services . . . then he posed me at his ranch, appearing to be playing to the boyz club of aerial surveillance, being very particular on where I stood and which mountain peak to look at . . . I also offered to help him spring clean the house, that has sheets all over furniture worth a half a million, Mulsworth, of Chicago . . .another cop reaping the rewards of the rich and famous, in Shelley's love of the TV show, after the same M.O., "Riches" with Minnie Driver, who happens to look like Shelley! 

McGarvey, is a reputable attorney, and handled the asbestos case in Libby, and won millions, I think.  But, every time Annie wanted me to meet with McGarvey, she had some reason that I couldn't, or she wanted me to go with her to meet him, or whatever.  I kept telling her, that I didn't know if I wanted to work with clients again . . . case in point, her, being bribed from Shelley to fuck me over . . . no thanks!  Shelley's first husband's name is Anderson . . . she plays games with married and maiden names, so she has more than one identity, plus mine, to throw off law enforcement.  She could be working with McGarvey, and it appears, that she is trying to use my good name, after working with the feds, to steal the water compact . . . JoAnn Secrist came to her senses and changed her mind, the new compact is worth voting for . . . FUCK NO . . . in fact, Tony, gave me some piece of shit, history of just the water meetings on the water compact, and it had a "DRAFT" water mark on it, because Shelley doesn't know shit, so she covers her lame ass, stating that it needs work . . . but, Tony, before I moved out of his Missoula townhouse, at 251 Hart Street, I think, down by the river, the bridge that goes to the college, he asked me to rewrite my position on the compact . . . we got in a big fight, because I knew this was Shelley's shit or Sue's shit, it was not a legal analysis, and he said, but we will lose without YOU!  Tough shit . . . guess they just bribed the Gov., AG, and key leaders, who passed the bill, without a 2/3rd vote as required by the Montana Constitution . . . now, ranchers and farmers have hired New York attorneys, to do what I could have easily done . . . a front for Shelley's bull shit attorneys, oh, I ride a bus!  Yeah, because I am fucking stopped from getting my I.D. by Kay writing bull shit to Social Security and driver license divisions . . . oh, she is the crazy sister, who thinks she is an attorney . . . I believe that Kay used my credentials to get a job at the FBI, where Brett works, and Shelley got one with the U.S. attorneys office!  BET!  Gotta top Jo's resume'.

I have been swapped out, exchanged for the fake bitches who, stay far enough apart, so as not to be discovered, using my name and I.D. and resume . . . Shelley learned that with the MERC electronic bundling system by the banks during the mortgage meltdown, sell the mortgage backed securities 9 to 30 times to investors, and make sure the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing at all times, don't sell the bundles at the same time, and make multiple times the money . . . took that concept and used it with my name, the original McDonald's, with tons of franchises, but the original, no longer exists!  That is what they are doing with the 6 or 7, because, it takes that many to keep me down!

So, I write this letter:

JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D.

406.309.0011

Jobessco.aka.joann.s.secrist@gmail.com

August 20, 2015

Matthew & Bridget Fulk

175 Hutton Ranch Road

Suite 103 #134

Kalispell, Montana  59901

RE: Payment of debt owed for $2,242.00, for electrical equipment, Smith & Wesson 357 Lady Smith, and cash for operating expenses.

Dear Matthew and Bridget,

This letter is coming to you with full acknowledgment that the above mentioned debt is owed to you, in full; however, at this time, Ms. Burbank, is under extreme stress, and even looking at the possibility of taking out bankruptcy, which she is trying desperately to avoid.  Much of the current financial situation, that Anne is experiencing, is due to the departure of Athena, both from her contributions at the restaurant, and many of the expenses that Athena left for Ms. Burbank to bare on her own, without much warning to prepare for that separation, and the results of that partnership, with the total amount of the bills incurred, falling squarely on the back of the more responsible party.

Ms. Burbank is fully aware that she has neglected to pay you for the money, that she not only borrowed from you, and the labor that you freely offered, but for covering the expenses for the electrical materials, that were necessary for the repairs on the system at the restaurant, for which she is extremely grateful, and wants to let you know that has not gone unnoticed and enters into the feeling of debt, not only in money, but in gratitude.  However, due to the financial strain, Ms. Burbank is under, in response to your effort to collect the entire amount, she is unable to pay that entire amount at this time.

Anne, had mentioned that her lack of payment is an inconvenience to you, but does not feel that it has put you in dire straits or under financial stressors yourself; therefore, in a good faith effort, to pay the debt owed, she will start making payments to you of $50.00 per month, or more as things calm down and she gets her financial situation under control again, after being knocked for a loop so to say. by Athena’s departure, in addition to taking Anne’s only grand-daughter out of her life, along with the debt burden, has caused an emotional hurt, that has added to the complications of the current problems. Anne will try to increase that amount, and push for paying you the full amount, she readily admits she owes.

Given the sensitive nature of the relationship, fiduciary and emotional role, that you have played, both as friends, and now with a quasi-business relationship, Ms. Burbank would appreciate your full faith and confidence, bringing confidentiality, to the trust that you have in her, to pay back this obligation, and trust that she is placing with you, serving as both a friend, mentor, surrogate family, and advisor to her daughter, Athena, and to her beloved grand-daughter.  I am sure that you both understand the special partnership that has formed, with a triangulated bond, with all the emotional attachments, that spills over into this debt collection as well.

Sincerely,

Anne Burbank . . . Letter prepared and written by friend and counsel, JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D.

Annie is very grateful, and several of her local cronies, who come in all the time to the restaurant, will serve as witnesses, that someone other than myself, is the writer of the letter, the attorney, so if the feds come knocking, she can back up her lies with their lies . . . they do it over and over again.  While Shelley sat her fat ass in the house, Rachel's old one, 3770 Sugar Leo, while I was working 22 hours a day, in 5 fucking states, Shelley met with all my clients . . . told me they had mortgage foreclosures going on, all of them, so I would send them to Shelley, who was allegedly going to help them write their complaints fight for their houses or help with mortgage modifications . . . I would represent them in court!  Shelley, worked with Mark Snow and a Richard someone, also, with an attorney, who later worked with Jeremy Johnson, on the FTC charges, that I was pulled in on to save his sorry ass . . . he never paid me, for a 16 page document, that turned the tables on the feds and changed his life, guess, Shelley did it . . . cousin or niece, Meg Schmidt or Shit to be correct, a little UNLV law student, allegedly a constitutional law attorney, was on the case, that ended up mine . . . Jeremy through David Doddridge, my alleged, once a cop always a cop, who brought me in on the Cheek case, also brought me in on the Johnson case, when AG Mark Shurtleff and crew, Swallow, failed to get him the deal he wanted, like still 10 years on the pen, until I stepped in, one day, wrote a 16 page brief, quick as quick, and then after saving him, I became the secret weapon, Tim Croft, would be the front man, and some female attorney, Patricia something . . . who had done nothing to help him, didn't even know where to start, but Shelley's connection came through the mortgage company . . . Mark and oh, Gary Richards, were her partners, all charged with practicing law without a license!

Swapped me out, and that is when Shelley became me, in exchange for dropping or being the "cover-girl" on the Brock case, and other cases, that were all MINE!  Same principles apply to this case . . . I am the secret weapon, the killer attorney, and it goes to the fluff ball fake attorneys, who get the honors and the money if there is any involved, and the lies continue, over and over and over . . . cases, probably a set up, so I can train a cadre of attorneys, FBI, CIA, and other fuckers who read my shit and blogs, I am the secret weapon for everything, the ONLY JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., who had terrorized law enforcement, prosecutors, and judges alike, for 20 years almost!

I Decide I Want To Get Back to My Exercise Routine and Swimming--Cell Phone Disappears

I send Annie, via email, a copy of the letter above . . .she loves all of it, except the contact information of mine.  Do you think we really need this?  Well, you didn't write this . . . in the past, I have let clients, put their names on top and I have just put something that I coached them; however, I am sure that they replaced my work claiming that it was either their work or Shelley's.  Georgianna Hartonge is an example of that, wrote first a 20 page brief, then a 28 page screaming, killer after the fake CIA judge, Michael McClintoch, aka, Michael Willis, aka, Judge Robert Allison, with a pre-prepared ruling, so contrary to the transcript of the court hearings, where I was allowed to step in for Georgianna, who freaked out, and argue for her, with a U.S. Supreme Court Bar license . . . which I am sure that Shelley has a duplicate certificate of, Frank, aka, Allan started getting his mail, in general mail, rather than the P.O. Box we shared and the Bess's had for what, 55 years?  Really . . . intercept that valuable Supreme Court Certificate!  Another cog in the wheels of Shelley taking over as JoAnn S. Secrist.  But, Annie wondered about the contact info and the closing where I put who prepared the work.  

If I was not going to let her change the contact information . . . Shelley probably has my cell phone that was taken from the Grand Junction Walmart, and my old computer, that I gave to the assassin, ditching it because the FBI surveillance helicopter in GJ fried it or compromised it to the point that I didn't trust it again, and didn't want to be tracked back to Montana, with the bus that usually went through Denver, back to Billings and to Missoula, was switched, to deny me the right to see my son, Elliot's new band, that was already being compromised by Shelley and fuck shit, Frank, AB or Absolute Bastard as he liked to be called . . . the real Allan, never took that name or acronym!  But, I went through Parowan, Utah, where I do believe, either that black dude was to get me, or there was a snipper waiting at the TA station, not blocks from my Parowan, Utah home, where Frank, and Shelley killed the real Allan, and Frank took his I.D. famous, believe he talked Nixon into stopping the Vietnam War . . . with Frank jealous . . . can you imagine a little boy from Parowan?

Yeah, he was my male equivalent!  Allan, not Frankenstein and Shelley the Bride of Frankenstein and all the other swingers she slept with to get to be ME!

Annie, Acting Weird, Faking Sleep,  Stole My Phone, Cover Contact #

On Friday night, I was shocked that Annie, actually wanted to go dancing at the Blue Moon, we had fun. But after we got home around three o'clock, she did something that made me think she was up to something, didn't know what.  But she claims to always wake up at 3:16 A.M., so that would be in 15 minutes . . . I was on the chair in the front room, and once I go to sleep, you could let a bomb off, and I wouldn't hear it; I sleep totally sound, don't have shit on my mind, clean heart, pure hands, always!  But, Annie, got in bed and suddenly stopped talking?  I looked in and she had gone to sleep, allegedly, leaving her light on . . . usually, she would just go in, hit the bathroom, never turned on the lamp light next to her bed!  Now, someone had to have told Annie where I shoved my purse . . . she kept ditching out, during the dancing, to the bathroom, to bet drinks and probably to get instructions . . . I hid my purse behind the chair, and if she was not told, she might not have been able to find it.  I got up, called to Annie and told her she fell asleep with the light on . . .. she acted groggy, too groggy for a few minutes, but turned off the light and appeared to go to sleep as I did.

Again, the next day, she asked me about taking off the contact information and said that she knew Bridgette who is allegedly rich, and hates attorneys, and she is going ot have a credibility issue?  what, that provides to credibility she needs and she can call me and talk to the prepare person, if she has questions or needs a go between.  Shelley stinks . . . the credibiy problems are going to be Shelley, having used my name and probably a real big shot in Kalispell and Whitefish, same problems Nick, Yellowstone dude, in Missoula has, can't tell me who his attorney, female is, nor where she lives?  Because she has been me for about three years in that area of Montana and other areas, Rachel and Sue, Kay all pick up the slack when they can . . . your damned right, CREDIBILITY ISSUES!  She is not fucking ME!  A guy named Doc, has come in, and was there the day I arrived in Kalispell, and he is Annie's right hand man . . . Navy Guy or Marine, these old fuckers like Tony are bringing their R.E.D.S. in, retired and extremely dangerous crew, my father's age!  He read my letter, thought is was great, but then we got into something on the water compact and navigatable waters . . . I said you had to have a port to the sea to control any water in the states . . . Flathead doesn't have it, therefore, not the jurisdiction of feds.  This old bat, went ape-shit, which took me by surprise . . . he had been listening to Shelley, Kay, Sue, Rachel ore someone . . . I said, I am a lawyer . . Annie defended him and said, he is Navy . . . so what?  He doensn't know the law, but I am sure, he is paid to be on the fake bitch squads side to give them some credibility!  They need it . . . I think several times, there were sting ops set up to get me, but they never worked or somebody back down . . . I am no Mo Muffin, not to be messed with!  Pretty no nonsense attorney!  Don't tickle clients egos, nor men's egos, don't need to!

Discovered Missing Cell Phone Next Day When Leaving Town

Annie was out at her storage unit, on Sunday, and about two hours before the shuttle from Evergreen leaves, I told her, actually, it was an hour, after she finished at the unit, but wanted to run to get something . . . I sprung it on her that I wanted to be dropped off at the gas station next to McD's.  She said she wanted me to stay, sure, she didn't accomplish her mission.  I went to check time at McD's where Annie said she was hungry, so I bought her some food.  We discovered the missing phone, which I am sure was not to be discovered for a few days to confuse where I had used it last, but it was fresh in my mind . . . it had to have been stolen from Annie's house.  Someone had been in her home, I saw towels off the shower rod and shampoo out of place . . . I am a fucking graphic artist and very spacial for a woman, I know when something as been moved, and have for years, while this fucks have broken in my homes year after year.

My father used to say, when you have something missing, look for the person who is the most helpful . . . they took it and they are trying to help cover their theft, that appeared to be true.  Annie was trying to restep my steps from the night before . . . sheriffs came, I took phone, later came back, went to the bathroom, before I came back, but I remember, even with cops out front, stopping to put my cell phone in my purse zipper, because I had my charger stolen, lately and didn't want to spend another $70 bucks to buy a whole new phone, then I called Chris, when I got back.  Annie had some bull shit reason for the cops being in the restaurant parking lot . . . didn't buy, was sting op, i just didn't go defend her, as planned.  That is the set up on the Jeep, which the guy just didn't seem interested in picking up, nor did his wife, it was allegedly for, care to come test drive it the day before . . . cop, cop, cop!  Annie kept name dropping cops names, very friendly, probably a cop herself, Shelley's dream also, very  pro cop, Jesse her oldest son, wanted to be a cop too?  My brother Jared, wanted to be one too . . . family of Let's Be Cops!  CIA make a wish foundation!  I would check the annonomous doner to the local Butte Make-a -aWish, probably buying off Butte now!  I told Annie, I would stay another day . . . the phone had to be at her house or the spies took it!

I Can't Believe You Are This Calm . . . Happens All the Time, Robbed!

I insisted that I was done with her, after she made the credibility comments and now, she couldn't use the letter!  What?  What the hell does that have to do with my phone?  Nothing . . . no, it has everything to do with Shelley, not being ME, it is my contact information, showing, clearly that, she and I, are not the same person!  Bridgette and Michael Fulk, could be ranchers involved in the water compact?  Shelley's fat mug has been hanging around Whitefish and Kalispell for year, since October of 2012, when I went to the library in Whitefish on the medical marijuana grower, Code of the West!  I am sure that Mark Shurtleff, AG, was working hand in hand with Shelley . . . Governor Bullock, who signed the illegal water agreement, knew that I thought his friend and co-AG was corrupt, because, I wrote him how good it was to have an AG who was fighting corruption, unlike our corrupt AG, in Utah . . . calling in old favors?  Very convoluted, wicked, deep and wide . . . Shelley, Jack's wife, or someone's?  Could be wife swapping, or Shelley doing them all . . Jack did show up to the old Crossfire Church, that has been re-named, to Hope Church, that I have written about.  Dennis and Debbie are probably getting supported by Shelley and Jack . . . Jack showed up in Whitefish last time I came . . . house maybe in Bigfork, with Shelley, but a Shelley look-a-like showed up with a Tony look-a-like at the new Hope City Church!  This chick and Debbie, pastor Dennis's wife, were very chummy, and she would hardly talk to me . . . I have been going to that church for years, Jack comes every once in a while . . . Jack showed up Sunday, probably throwing me off the track, by having Shelley with a Tony look-a-like, when he is married to her . . . doubles, deep bury, multiple me, multiple women, gotta protect that pussy, and penis, all important to keeping the money flowing!

But, when I discovered the missing phone, Annie was shocked that I was not more freaked out . . . calm as I always am.  I told her I would stay another night, and we could check the house for the phone.  After her bull shit, credibility issues, she even said, that Rose her daughter who has met me, would say I was not an attorney . . . got all the players covered . . . just the crazy ass sister, pretending to be JoAnn . . . just can write up a storm and report all fuck ups on my blog, which is really Shelley's blog!  What a joke these clowns are . . . SHELLEY IS LIVING MY LIFE, MY DREAMS, AND TAKING MY CHILDREN AND GRAND CHILDREN!  She blew her life, and trashed it, pout her shit on me, and is taking my pure life, easy virtue and tons of money, money, money!  Ranches, horses, bulls, husbands, grandkids, great kids, nice exchange for her, totally fucked for me, getting her shit life!  SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

 

I started to scream at Annie, I am raw, one more, spent my money helping someone, that turns and fucks me!  Can't believe the total lack of morals, ethics, thanks, gratitude, and what not?  I don't get it?  I unloaded on her with both barrels, totally laid this shit down, told her I never wanted to see her again . . . there goes the sheriff's department covering her illegal SUV that has been sitting in her storage unit for allegedly years, a $25,000 vehicle, and the sheriff is signing off on it!  I think the DMV is too!  It is Good in the HOOD!

You Just Lost Your Attorney And Friend . . . After Church Annie Comes With the Cell Phone . . . Some Tattooed Chick, Of Course, Had It?  NOT!

I took the phone, knowing that she made up this bull shit, I called Chris, after going to the gas station!  She took the cell phone and was worried that she blew it, and she did!  Here is the proof of who the real, JoAnn S. Secrist is, and yes, I did the letter, and Shelley is constantly taking credit, to the point of stealing my cell phone . . . no biggie, she stole my life, she is me, it is her phone . . . that is the way she looks as it!  And obviously everyone else does too . . . 

My Sons and Daughters Can Have The Bitch and Bastards As Whatever . . . But Shelley, Kay, Rachel, Sue, Tiff, Kelly . . . all the CUNTS, Don't Get to Be Me . . . TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE!  MY Kids Will Wake Up and Smell Shit on Them, And See They Have Been USED!