!KNIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN, STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN--SEEING A LION AND HER PRIDE: BY CRIME TIME 2015--!

Truth or D.A.R.E. History Foundation

Many of you will recognize the D.A.R.E. as the program to stop drugs, that was implemented during the just say NO to drugs campaign, started during the Reagan administration, later followed by the less successful drug interdiction programs implemented by later administrations and government agencies.  As an unknown consequence of my efforts to eliminate the financial incentives to go after citizens' property, alleged to have used or be accused of using or selling drugs, giving cops the statutory authority to seize their property, negative any constitutional protections whatsoever, with legislatures nationwide, jumping on the band wagon, to stop drug sue and sale, failed to see the bigger picture of what the neglecting of providing, even drug lords and king pins in the drug world, their constitutional rights, did to corrupt police departments and law enforcement at all levels, both the cops on the streets, and the up line feds, who made fighting drugs so lucrative for cops, with huge ass powers to take property, without due process of law, denying jury rights, counsel, and making them the law of the streets, eventually getting the country in the situation, of having to curtail cop powers, and but them back in the constitutional frameworks, they were intended to operate in and providing rights, that have been around since the founding fathers added the Bill of Rights to the United States Constitution, early 1800's I believe.

At the time I killed asset forfeiture in the state of Utah, before the cops and Mo mafia had a chance to organize against me, the legislature could clearly see the abuses of power, the potential for cops to be dirtier than the alleged criminals, and how do you know, they had legislated out all rights, that would protect property, being seized, assets frozen, and cops in control of these properties, and actually taking them for their own personal use, or for sale, and all proceeds going to cop agencies, like in the alleged new law, where the cops can seize your property, hold it, until you are proven guilty, or better yet, you prove that you are not guilty, with many of the traditional assumptions of innocence taken away, and then, if you don't have the money to fight it, or the government, as it always can, with paid attorneys, prosecutors, assistant attorney generals, litigation divisions and whatnot, making even the most wealthy, until their assets and bank accounts are frozen, without due process of law, so they can't afford attorneys to fight the government . . . you get my point . . . but as an unintended consequence or unforeseen side of the forfeiture laws, somehow the cool cars, that, in many cases, from my experience, were just desired by the cops, and taken, with claims that drug sniffing dogs, trained to react, and they get treats, so, why not, get a reward, so the hottest cars on the streets, regardless of their connection to drug, just the assumption that drug money purchased these hot Mustangs that looked so nice, black, with big ass RED lettering, D.A.R.E. on it, so the kids would experience the WOW factor when school cops came to lecture on drugs . . . back in 1997 when I killed the forfeiture laws in Utah, educating the representatives, who were actually horrified at that thought of the laws that they passed that went unchecked for at least ten years by the time I got to them . . . but my mother, was a junior high school health teacher, and was furious that the D.A.R.E. program got thrown into the mix of nixed with the new laws, or more likely, the cops didn't want people to check into where or how the cops got those hottie cars to parade the D.A.R.E. programs in school, but his became MY fault!

At that same time, my cousin, Margaret or Meg Southwick Nesbitt, was a prosecutor in Weber County Utah, working with my, then up line, Chief Deputy Assistant Attorney General, Reed Richards, who lost the elections to a Republican losing the support of the cop associations for not being able to control one female attorney!  I was not just any female attorney, I had statewide recognition on many legal subjects by that time, was in the administration, and running 3 statewide programs, with 13 staff, 1800 volunteers, a new domestic violence and sexual assault manual out, along with one to train county attorneys, teaching family law at the U of U, had my own anger management company, blah, blah, blah, and everyone from the second I stepped foot at the Utah Attorney Generals Office, thought I would be the next attorney general of Utah, so no small no name attorney, even a year or two out of law school.  But, the seeds of where I am now, were planted and started, professionally back then, with cops still pissed when they hear who I am . . . however, it is cute when big breasted Rachel, the illusions sister twin, stealing my thunder, or gladly encouraged by the cop world to do so, illegal, unlawful, and unconstitutional as the crime of identity theft is!  LOL!  Those boobs rule!  Ha!

The Southwick Family Pecking Order Matches With Cop Pecking Orders!

In my large Southwick family, with 8 children, 6 of which are sisters, birth place of the sista club, there was already a well established order of favorites, my father had not bones about whom his favorite children were, and the rest of the litter, all born from the original six were not in that class of children, and my father made that well clear, that the first 6 were my mother's children, and the last two were the pets.  You have heard of the Biblical story of Joseph and the Coat of Many Colors, also played on Broadway, ironically, by a Mormon, Donny Osmond!  LOL!  I was always competitive with my father, so I was not one of the daughters who vied for his approval and love, just like I don't now!  We are who we are . . . but, as an attorney, I was upsetting the apple cart, over and over, and over again, not only from an ideological view point, but from a family pecking order and checking out of the Mormon church, more and more, and statistically very predictable, the more educated a women is, the less controlled by the Mormon and other religious patriarchal hierarchies, or in the case of Utah, in the theocracy, a church run state, void of constitutional preferences, more for the Mo church preferences, I was tearing down all family stereotypes, money structures, that had existed since most of us girls got married, depending on whom you married and their careers, it was that determined much of your station in the very materialistic Mo family, believing whole heartedly in the Mo scripture, that only the righteous shall prosper . . . open game for crime!  

In addition to my skyrocketing career take-off, my children, were starting to spread their own wings in very untraditional Mormon social norms and mores, daughters in the military, rock star and skater sons, wearing whatever they wanted, with a very liberal mother, also a professor, to rub the professionalism in!  LOL! I was not controlled by the church, the government, a husband, and let my kids take jurisdiction over their own lives!  Most Mormon parents, will control the hell out of their kids, and basically tell them where they are going to attend school, BYU, Sue, but my kids were raised under the shadow of the "Y" in Provo, and hated BYU, even though their mother was an alum of the school, I could see where they were coming from and I felt much the same way . . . my loyalties shifted to the University of Utah, the rival, and even in sports, I wanted any school playing BYU to win when the games were played, having taught at the U for 8 years.  I was rocking the Southwick Mo boat all over the place, as well as being a political wild card, which is still am as a bad ass con law chick!  But, sista Sue, who wanted to be a lawyer, as they all want to be now, had a sista assignments, Shelley was a blob, she just read, but she was loved because she never talked to anyone, and I stepped in as the first child, taking over both Shelley's role, and the wild child, second child, more into social . . . I was the alleged social butterfly, not the brain, not the smart sister, that was for Sue, and so it still goes, with my family in total denial, that their social butterfly, is not only smart, but smarter than the average sister and attorney!  Cops included of all flavors . . .

The Rest of the Story . . . White Van, Hunting For Me With Spotlight!

So, this morning, to catch you up to early morning hours, as I felt compelled to leave the Super 1, feeling, like a normally do, that the lack of interacti!on and being left alone to watch crime shows in the wee hours of the morning, are just an illusion that things are chill and cool with the cops, who generally, make stores, gas stations, hospitals and bus drivers aware that I have surfaced in their town, and now they are on the Southwick mafia payroll to make my life hell, so that look-a-like but for butt and boobs, and 4 inches difference in height, faker blonde hair, a driving a car, nice on on my money, and just a few differences, a change of clothes and underwear, more often than quarterly, and a bed, house, maybe and family support, just to name a few differences, that you are not suppose to notice, with most people thinking that I must be rich because I am an attorney . . . not taking into consideration, what type of attorney I am, and who my clients' defendants are . . . hint, hint, hint, and who Rachel's fans are . . . hint, hint, hint . . . and who my enemies are!  Come on, you guys can't be so stupid to not see the writing on the blog and the wall!  This is so right, spot on, for persecution, it is funny that Rachel and crew can pull this off for a second, but for you all benefiting from the socialist distribution of wealth.  My father used to hate attorneys, because he said all they did was redistribute other people's wealth, and your point dad, for all your wanna be attorney daughters, you and the CIA make a wish foundation even let them skip law school, the bar, practice, and just put My name under a different face, and took the money and ran, through redirecting accounts, music, money!

I would say this case, is the largest redistribution of money the world has ever seen!  And only by sista's claiming attorney status through, the only real attorney in the family . . . the two Meg's who actually have law degrees, practice Mormon Muffin law, as in letting hubby take care of your ass, and pretend to be real attorneys.  I on the other hand, was dating Bart Weed, who I jilted, among all the rest, who will testify under oath, that Kay is me, or Rachel, not only to stroke their egos, but to defend the Mo church against this heretic, but Bart was dating me in law school, when I was graduating, and he said, to my total surprise, but from a Mo perspective, not . . . JoAnn, now that you have your law degree, you can give up the law and I will take care of you!  WHAT?  Hell NO . . . I didn't go to law school, not to practice my trade . . . he married a hair stylist!  LOL!  My ambitions run totally contrary to everything the church teaches women to be, and that is exactly why at age 20, with a new baby, I fantasized about being a lawyer so I could tell the Mo hierarchy where to shove it, telling them all to be farmers, so they could be close to the land and the family all day!  I wanted to be on the cover of TIME Magazine, Female Lawyer of the Year! LOL!  There is still time, now that the Pope has his face on the cover and bumped Edward Snowden, both my heroes, I might have a shot, LOL!  Just kidding, not that I don't deserve it for saving America from the Mormons and the Bushes!  LOL!  Saved you all from becoming British Colonies again, taking a three hundred year journey back in time, to the Patriot Acts, acting out the same damn problems with government back in the day and making it modern!  HELL YEAH, I should be honored, I have paid for FREEDOM, which is not free!  I have paid the price and Rachel wears a red, white and blue blouse on the 4th of July and those huge ass knockers get her further with the Vets than all the shit that I have done in this 20 year domestic WAR!  Simply amazing . . . remember in the book, Little Women . . . It is sista Jo who is the smart on, and blows off men, not needing them!  

That is not the MO way, nor the cop way, and independent women, who challenges the boyz club, NO!  I am everything they hate . . . they took all my money, so that I would have to rely on a man to take care of me, sending a Kennedy or Mr. Hotpants, after sending hundreds of rejections!  I am almost most pissed that they, the powers that be, have taken my wealth, that far exceeds by a million times what my most wealthy Mo bro-in-laws have made or my father . . . can't have that, only okay, to say the women who didn't make the money or those beholden to the boys clubz for their power or wealth, with Kay the other attorney, who actually did practice, but was going in debt, $10,000 per month in her private practice . . . we don't want Jo, hell she is coming back from a terminal brain injury and kicking ass at the U.S. Supreme Court, winning cases, that nobody in the nation is . . . an she is beating the Mo Chicks, who followed the program, to shit and back with her kick ass kids, that she gave the freedom and the support to do what they wanted with their lives, regardless of extended family pressure! 

The kids are the most valuable and the most hurtful, they know where to make it hurt, I was not just a supportive mother, but for me, Elliot would not be a kick ass kid, as are all of my kids, he has just taken it further, but the others will be there in no time . . . two daughters, either asked or actually being in the world's largest honor society, sworn in in Washington, D.C., in Constitutional Hall . . . go figure, the year that Greta got sworn in and got her master's degree, my parents took Stephanie, Rachel's oldest daughter out to eat, praised Sue's son for being a bench warmer in soccer, having moved him from the east, just so he could do better in SOCCER . . . and at the family dinner for these family members, not one thing was said about Greta, who was sitting at the same table, nor about Elliot, who had three worldwide music magazine interviews, a nationwide tour that the bad grandpa ruined, while a fake band with favorite, Isaac, played Elliot, just like Rachel is playing me as are the other sistas, in one form or another, not only was Elliot's band rockin' concerts, God's Revolver was Hard Rock Band of 2008!  That was not cool, until Elliot is being claimed as a Southwick, so he can practice his art and love!  Children are like parents, the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, the ultimate insult to the sista club of Mo's was that my children were succeeding in their own rights, just like mama!  Too much to bear, now the family loves my kids, that was not the case, growing up . . . very much left out, and I wanted to protect them from this judgmental crew of assholes, who had judged them their whole lives, hair, military, musicians, Jo . . . now their successes, they want to ditch their own sorry ass kids, whom I feel sorry for and claim MINE!

The Unmarked Sheriff's Van, Was Searching For Me This Morning!

Whatever I do is cool, as long as Rachel, or Shelley, or Kay, or Sue, and the rest of the bull shit sista club gets credit . . . fucking amazing.  They get everything I do good, including my excellent children, and I get all their shit, like Rachel's DUI, Shelley's warrants, and whatever.  So, good flows in their direction, and they frame me, and all their shit flows in my direction, NICE.  I only get to be me, on the dirty ass shit that the sister's do, and they get to be me on all the good stuff that I do!  I should have just gotten a boob job, much easier, cheaper than law school loans, and liposuction is much easier than swimming . . . just like my resume', I get my praise the hard way, I EARN IT!  Nothing is given, everything is earned!  All things are symbolic, every one of my sisters, except for Tiffany have been artificially enhanced, and there is nothing wrong with that, unless, it is fake tits, that replaces, down right hard work!  Then I take issue with that . . . in the bedroom, take heels over head, don't blame you, other than dinner is hell, for conversations on both sides, of cops and chicks bedded for bodies . . . fuck, you have to eat and deal with each other, sex is not the end all!

Every guy, I have ever been with, up to the last few years, like from 2012, to now, has told me that if I ever got a boob job, they would break up with me . . . and all of the sudden, I am thrown into this fake ass world of cops, and yuck, the standards of excellence are the total opposite of what I have valued and been valued for in my whole life!  It is a shock to my system.  I get the going to bed with the hot piece of ass shit and being attracted to the fraud broads, not only in bodies, but in resume's . . . but in the board room, or running a cop shop, or being your attorney?  What the fuck is wrong with you?  I would take the meanest, bad ass attorney I could get . . . but that is not feminine and we can't help you, if you don't need our help, we like the days when the female star had to sleep with the producer!  For you men, from the Humphrey Bogart School of Sex . . . those days are gone, we have the little pink pill, because you don't turn us on any more, going back to this tittie bar mentality of the 50's!  Women want to be more than a fucking sex object to you!  Look at the two true crime shows, on Paula Zahn and I am still horrified, that men can abduct a woman, rape her, beat her, cut her up and discard her like a piece of trash!  That comes from objectifying a woman and making her little more than a tool for your arosal, but taking that mentality into our courts, our cops shops, our colleges, and on the streets is totally shocking and horrifying!  Get a fucking clue.

Smart girls don't work harder they work smarter . . . and so do smart men, get SMART!  The brain in the largest sex organ, use it, you might like it, and have something to talk about after the sex!

IDENTITY THEFT IS A CRIME . . . EVEN BEING SPORTED WEARING A LAWYER'S SUIT OR A RED, WHITE and BLUE BLOUSE!  EVEN ALLEGING THAT RACHEL IS ME FOR THE PURPOSES OF COPS STEALING ELLIOT'S MUSIC, DOESN'T CLEAN THE LIES!

A Crime, is a Crime, is a CRIME!  Just like the Law, Is the Law, Is the Law!  Know Your Criminals!  ELLIOT DOES NOT CLEANSE RACHEL'S CRIMES!  NOR THE REST OF THE LIES . . . A LIE, IS A LIE, IS A LIE . . . EVEN IF SHE IS NICER THAN ME!  LOL!  I AM SURE OF IT, BUT THAT DOESN'T MAKE HER ME!

MOBILE EXPERIENCE--MOBILIZING MY WORLD--MY FAMILY, MY WAY! LOL! MOM CAN TAKE CARE OF SELF, BEAT ASSASSINS, TRAPS, COPS, FEDS--I LOVE YOU--HOPEFULLY GRETA IS UP IN MONTANA STARTING LAW SCHOOL! FORENSIC PSYCHOLOGY: "MY MOM'S MURDER" . . . THE UNTHINKABLE . . . MATRICIDE OR WAS IT? SUPER 1 STORE . . . THE PERFECT STORM (1) THREE MEN WITH GARMENTS OR JESUS JAMMIES, UNDER THEIR WHITE SHIRTS--AGENTS? MORMON RETURN MISSIONARIES? SAME EMPLOYEES AS NORMAL? WHY WOULD THE CLERK WONDER IF A WALMART DEBIT CARD WOULD WORK? NEW? INEXPERIENCED? LOOKING FOR ME? GIVEN A HEADS UP FOR WHAT TO LOOK FOR? CARD DENIED? SHOULD EASILY HAVE BEEN $4.05 ON THE CARD? STOPPING EVIDENCE THAT I AM IN KALISPELL OR WROTE THE DAMNING BLOG? (2) THREE OLDER COUPLES, APPEARING TO BE VERY CLOSE, POSSIBLY RELATIVES, TRIPPING TOGETHER, SHARING WINE; AND (3) A 48 HOURS TRUE CRIME STORY OF A DAUGHTER INDICTED AND CONVICTED OF HER MOTHER'S BRUTAL MURDER. A WITCH HUNT . . . THEY TURNED HER INTO A WITCH! HOW COULD FOUR LOVING CHILDREN DENY THAT THEIR MOTHER IS THEIR MOTHER? THE FACTS TELL THE STORY: (1) A RAGINGLY JEALOUS FAMILY WITH A FATHER WHO WANTED TO BE AN ATTORNEY, A SISTER WHO WANTED TO BE AN ATTORNEY, 5 OTHER SISTERS WHO WERE CONSTANTLY IN THE SHADOWS, BUT FOR ONE TIME, FOR THE YEARS I WAS ALLEGEDLY DYING OF A BRAIN DISEASE, WITH TWO OF THOSE SISTERS, NEVER CALLING ONCE IN 10 YEARS TO CHECK ON CONDITIONS, STATE OF HEALTH, AND A FATHER/MOTHER, AUNTS/UNCLES, COUSINS EVEN ENVIOUS OF NOT ONLY CAREER, WITH COUSIN MEG, ONLY OTHER ATTORNEY IN THE FAMILY, BUT EVEN THE RETIRED MEMBERS WERE PISSED OFF AT THE $3800 PER MONTH DISABILITY INSURANCE AND SOCIAL SECURITY, WITH MY FATHER LIVING ON $700 PER MONTH AND MY MOTHER, WITH A TEACHING RETIREMENT, COMBINED THAT BARELY EQUALED, WITH MY FATHER'S INHERITANCE MONEY, MY SUM MONTHLY CHECKS; (2) CHILDREN, WHO WERE MARRIED TO OUTSIDERS, WITH MOTIVES OTHER THAN SUPPORTIVE, I WOULD SAY, FEDERAL AGENTS OF ONE SORT OR ANOTHER, PAID TO BRAINWASH, TURN AGAINST, SABOTAGE RELATIONSHIPS, ALL HOOKED UP ABOUT THE TIME I WAS DIAGNOSED WITH A TERMINAL BRAIN DISEASE THAT CAME RIGHT AFTER I FOUND EVIDENCE THAT MEDICAID/MEDICARE FEDERAL FRAUD UNITS WERE VIOLATING CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS OF DOCTORS, END OF 1999 . . . GRETA JUST OUT OF OR NEARING THE END OF HER MILITARY CAREER, NICOLE FLOWN HOME DUE TO FACT THAT MOTHER WILL NOT LIVE BEYOND HER 4 YEARS IN THE MILITARY; CHRIS AND ELLIOT, SO YOUNG WHEN HIT, AND EASILY INFLUENCED BY THE ONLY OTHER ADULTS IN THEIR LIVES, PAID BRO-IN-LAWS, LATER WIFE, JEALOUS FAMILY MEMBERS AND FBI DATING GAME ORCHESTRATED TO MATCH UP MY CHILDREN WITH AGENTS, PAID AS ENEMIES, PROVEN OVER AND OVER AGAIN--INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN INNOCENT WITH ME, COMPROMISING FAMILIES, GRANDCHILDREN, LOYALTIES, IN AN ORCHESTRATED PLAN TO MAKE ME PAY FOR UPHOLDING MY OATH OF AN OFFICER OF THE COURTS, DEFENDING, PRESERVING AND PROTECTING THE CONSTITUTION, TAKING ON COPS AND THE FEDS, IN A PATRIOT ACT WORLD, LOOKING FOR A ONE WORLD ORDER, WITH CHRISTIANITY AND THE CONSTITUTION BLOCKING IT, AND A BUDDING ROCK STAR SON WITH ABOVE AVERAGE MUSIC SKILLS, WOULD HAVE MADE TONS OF MONEY, LOVED MOTHER, NEEDED TO BREAK THAT BOND, AND THOSE OF A VERY COMPETENT FAMILY OF 4 OVERLY BEAUTIFUL, BRIGHT, LOVING, AND GOOD KIDS, TEAMING WITH AN ATTORNEY MOM, WHO WAS BEING COURTED FOR OFFICE, AND AMBITIONS TO MATCH, WHICH TOOK AN ARMY, OF COMPROMISING, LIES, PRESSURE, FINANCIAL AND LEGAL PROBLEMS MANIPULATED AGAINST THEM--MY CHILDREN, SELF, BREAKING THEM, SO THEY COULD REMAKE THEM . . . BRETT, NOW WITH EITHER SHELLEY OR KAY, WAS WITH BOTH WOMEN SEXUALLY, AFTER I LEFT HIM, AND BOTH UNDER HIS CONTROL, CALLED ALL MY CHILDREN, SAID THEY WERE ALL ASSETS, BEFORE I HAD EVER INTRODUCED THEM TO HIM? THEN WHEN HE CALLED AN FOUND OUT THAT CHRIS WAS THE ONE WHO WOULD STEP UP TO THE PLATE AND TAKE CARE OF ME, HE WAS TARGETED, CRUELLY TREATED, CHARGED WITH UNTHINKABLE CRIMES, THAT MIRRORED WHAT HAD BEEN DONE TO HIM AS A CHILD, SO AS TO ADD MERIT TO THE CASE THAT TOOK HIM OUT OF HIS RELATIONSHIP AND HOME LONG ENOUGH TO BRING IN AGENT, GIVER HER TIME TO BOND WITH DOUBLE'S CHILD, SHE DID ALL BUT THROW AWAY, GETTING CHRIS OUT OF HOUSE, LEAVING MEMORIES CONFUSED AT TWO DIFFERENT WOMEN, CHARGES DROPPED NIGHT BEFORE TRIAL, $10,000 IN LEGAL BILLS, NEW HONEY, CONTROLLED COURTS, EVEN WINNING THE CASE, CHILD DIDN'T COME BACK, NOR DID MOTHER PUSH TO SEE HIM . . . CHRIS WAS THE ONE HURT! THE BRUTALITY, PRESSURE, DAMAGE, MANIPULATION IS HIDEOUS . . . EVERY ONE OF MY CHILDREN, PRIOR TO ALL THIS, AND REALLY, UP UNTIL THIS LAST WITCH HUNT, TAKING FAMILY, FEDS, AND COPS BY SURPRISE, THE BROCK CASE, THAT GOT ME BACK INTO THE LAW, WITH FATHER LITERALLY SCREAMING, ANGRY AS HELL THAT I GOT MY LAW LICENSE REACTIVATED--WHOOPS, WHAT DO WITH DO WITH SHELLEY, KAY, WHO HAD STARTED TO TAKE MY PLACE? THEN THE FEDS DESIGNED SOME TYPE OF COMPETITION BETWEEN ATTORNEYS, BUT WITH ALL ADVANTAGES GOING TO THE MORE EXPERIENCED TRIAL ATTORNEY, KAY, 10 TO 15 YEARS MORE, BUT WITH ME BEATING ALL ODDS, AND KICKING HER ASS IN EVERY CHALLENGE, INCLUDING GIVING ME LESS THAT 18 HOURS TO FILE THE BROCK CASE, LEARN THE RULES, LEARN E-FILING, AND NO WARNING . . . LITTLE FBI TEST? I BEAT THESE BITCHES AND BASTARDS DAILY, STILL DO WITH TOTAL CONSPIRACY AGAINST ME! (3) AFTER I BEST THEM IN ALL LEGAL REALMS, THEY DECIDED TO DO A CHARACTER ASSASSINATION, TAKE ALL POSSESSIONS, BRIBE, THREATEN OR KILL ALL LOYAL CLIENTS, BRING FALSE CHARGES, EXCHANGE SHELLEY'S SHIT IN HER MORTGAGE BUSINESS, CHARGES FOR PRACTICING LAW WITHOUT A LICENSE, THE GOOD OLD DAYS, OF HER TURNING STATES, RAT AGAIN OR PATSY, EXCHANGING ME FOR HER, GOING AFTER ME, WHEN I WAS "COLORING IN THE LINES ALL ALONG" AND WAS WINNING CASES, ISSUES, AND CHALLENGES NOBODY ELSE IN THE STATE AND NATION, ON MORTGAGE FORECLOSURES, IN THE NATION, WINNING BANKS AT THEIR OWN GAME . . . SO FEDS, NORAD, DELTA INTELLIGENCE, FEDS OVER THE DIRECTION OF STATE AND LOCAL COPS, GOING AFTER REAL, PERSONAL, INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, NOT ONLY OF MY OWN, BUT OF MY SWEET AND LOYAL CHILDREN, THAT WERE PUT IN A POSITION, OF THEIR FAMILIES OR ME, AND THEY DID WHAT THEY HAD TO DO, TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS, PROTECTING LITTLE ONES, FUTURES, MUSIC, HAVING FELT THE PAIN OF LOSS, THEFT, BEING ROBBED OF FAME AND FORTUNE, GIVING THAT TO A LESS THAN WORTHY MUSICIAN AND COUSIN, MUCH LIKE SHELLEY, BUT WITH THE FAMILY WELFARE FOR SHELLEY'S CREW, CAME A RELIEF OF RESPONSIBILITY FOR HER DIVORCE, CHILDREN AND LIFETIME POVERTY, OR ADULT SINGLE MOTHER STATUS, THAT I AVOIDED, BY GIVING KIDS TO EX-HUSBAND, HE MAKING $80 PER YEAR IN 1989, ME AS A NEW TEACHER WOULD HAVE MADE $14,000 AS A NEW TEACHER, PLUS GIVEN THE PERSONALITY TRAITS OF BOTH PARENTS, HOMEBODY V. GYPSY, NEEDING A PIT STOP, NOT A HOME, WITH DAD HAVING CUSTODY, HELPING WITH TEEN SUICIDE, RUNAWAYS, PREGNANCY, DRUGS, ETC., THE MORE IMPORTANT ROLE AS KIDS AGE AND NEED TO BE BOOTED OUT OF THE HOME, PLUS I WAS ACCEPTED TO LAW SCHOOL AT THE SAME TIME AS ANNOUNCING DIVORCE . . . MY MOTHER COMPLIMENTED ME, AFTER 25 YEARS OF DIVORCE, KIDS, CAREERS, ETC., BY SAYING THAT I NEVER BURDENED THE FAMILY WITH MY DIVORCE, AS SHELLEY AND RACHEL BOTH DID, ME HELPING BOTH! (4) I HAVE ALWAYS DEALT WITH MY CHILDREN AS A COUNSELOR, TAKING OUT EMOTIONS AND RESPONSIBILITY FOR THEIR CHOICES IN LIFE, THAT IS THEIR JURISDICTION, AS ARE THEIR OWN CHILDREN . . . AND THAT HAS SERVED ME WELL. AND FOR THE MOST PART, I HAVE STAYED OUT AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE FROM MARRIAGES . . . GRETA SHOULD BE STARTING LAW SCH

CRUNCH'EM. CRACK'EM. DIP'EM. STACK'EM! NICE THREADS. BLAZING SUMMER . . . THE IRON MAN PRINCIPLE . . .GO AHEAD. ASK. PIGGY PROCESSION. I'M FOR BIG BROTHER, BIG SISTER . . . SHELLEY PLANT . . . SMART ALEX? NO, SMART JOANN, HACKER SHELLEY! YOU TALK TO ME LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU KNOW . . . YOU DON'T! LOL! HEAVEN IS JUST A CINN AWAY . . . POCKETSTTONE . . . IF YOU WORKED AT A COFFEE SHOP, I WOULD ASSUME YOU KNOW MORE ABOUT COFFEE THAN I DO . . . POINT, I DON"T DRINK COFFEE . . . YOU ARE NOT A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, GET IT? I DO TALK TO YOUR LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON, BECAUSE ANYONE THAT SAYS, I LIKE BIG BROTHER, BIG SISTER, ON BOTH A PEONAL AND PROFESSIONAL NOTE . . . THE FIRST THING THAT YOU ARE DOING TO SCREAM FOR IF YOU GET ARRESTED, IS JUST WHAT I AM FIGHTING FOR YOU, FOR . . . YOUR RIGHTS! THE FIRST THING TWO FORMER UTAH ATTORNEY GENERALS, WHO HAVE BEEN CHARGED WITH CORRUPTION, AND INDICTED ON ENOUGH CHARGES TO LAND 30 YEARS IN PRISON, AND ONE A NAMED DEFENDANT IN MY $357 MILLION CASE AGAINST THE STATE OF UTAH, FOR STATE OFFICIALS VIOLATING MY CLIENTS' CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, IS TO SCREAM FOR THEIR CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS! I AM RAW . . . IN THE LAST THREE DAYS, I HAVE BEEN IN THREE CITIES, BUTTE, MISSOULA AND NOW KALISPELL, AND I AM SICK OF BEING CHASED FOR DOING WHAT I TOOK AN OATH TO DO, AS DID EVERY COP, PROSECUTOR, JUDGE, ETC. . . . THE PROBLEM IS, BIG SISTER AND OTHERS IN THE SISTA CLUB, HAVE PLANTED THEIR ASSES IN MONTANA--TO BUTTFUCKMONTANA, JUST LIKE THEY DID UTAH, AND CLAIMED THEY WERE ME!!!!! THEN, RATHER THAN DEAL WITH THE TRUTH, THAT THE COPS, CITY OFFICIALS, UP TO AND INCLUDING MAYORS, WHO MET ME FIRST AND KNOW ME PERSONALLY, WOULD RATHER TAKE GRANTS, BRIBES, AND DEAL WITH SISTA CRIMINALS, WHO ARE, LIKE THE WORLD BANKERS, ALONG WITH THE SHIT MEN, WHO HIDE BEHIND THEIR SKIRTS, WITH YOU THINKING THEY ARE ME, JUST WANT TO ADVANCE THE FIGHT, ON ISSUES LIKE THE SALISH-KOOTENAI WATER COMPACT, THAT "I" HAVE BEEN INVOLVED WITH SINCE LATE 2012, EARLY 2013 AT THE REQUEST OF PEOPLE LIKE CAROLYN SOLOMAN, CLARIC RYAN, AND OTHER RANCHERS FROM THE FLATHEAD AREA, BUT BECAUSE I AM NOT REPUBLICAN, OR DEMOCRAT FOR THAT MATTER, JUST DO THE 8 STEPS TO A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ANALYSIS OF THE ISSUE, AND CAME UP WITH THE SAME CONCLUSION AS THE MONTANA DISTRICT JUDGE WHO ALSO FOUND THE COMPACT TO BE UNCONSTITUTIONAL, BUT HEY, WHAT DOES A JUDGE AND A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY KNOW ABOUT THE CONSTITUTION? WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN TO THE FRAUD BROADS, YOU KNOW ARE NOT ME, AND GO FOR THE BIOLOGIST, THE HISTORY MAJOR, THE SHITTY TORTS, AMBULANCE CHASING TRASH, BOTTOM FEEDER ATTORNEY, AND BETTER YET, THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT WITH THE SIZE 44DDD CUPPY LOVES! GOOD GOD, YOU DESERVE THE COMPACT, AND THE NON-ATTORNEYS, YOU ARE NOT ONLY LISTENING TO, BUT PAYING! FOR A COMPACT THAT YOU VOTED ON, BASED ON LIES, FAKE RADIO ADS, PROPAGANDA, FAKE FARMER AND RANCHER ASSOCIATIONS, THAT JUST UP AND TOTALLY CHANGED THEIR POSITION IN THE LAST TWO YEARS, WITH LITTLE CHANGED IN THE COMPACT . . . PAID FOR BY THESE FUCKERS, WHO JUST WANT YOU TO WASTE YOUR MONEY FIGHTING IN THE COURTS, AND THE NEW YORK LAW FIRM YOU ARE PAYING TO DEFEND THE CONSTITUTION AGAINST THE LESS THAN WORTHY COMPACT, THAT VIOLATES, NOT ONLY THE CONSTITUTION, BUT THE VERY TREATY IT IS ALLEGEDLY BASED ON! SIMPLY AMAZING, AND YOU KNOW YOU ARE DEALING WITH THE FRAUDS . . . THIS IS ME AGAINST, ALLEGEDLY ME! PATTERN OF CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR: (1) I CAME INTO MONTANA, KALISPELL IN PARTICULAR, IN THE FALL OF 2012, AND POPPED OUT OF THE UTAH OVEN TO THE FRESH AIR OF GLACIER AND FLATHEAD LAKE, OVER THE MEDICAL MARIJUANA ISSUE, FBI RAIDS, AND THE DOCUMENTARY, "CODE OF THE WEST" ON THE LEGISLATIVE FIGHT TO RESCIND OR CHANGE THE 2004 LAW, LEGALIZING MEDICAL MARIJUANA--THE IRON COUNTRY FACTOR, PEOPLE WITH AN AX TO GRIND AGAINST ME, FROM UTAH, COVERING A SHIT LOAD OF SINS, INCLUDING MURDER, FOLLOWED ME UP TO VIRGIN TERRITORY IN MONTANA, TO CONTINUE THEIR PERSONAL FIGHT AGAINST ME, TAKING YOU DOWN WITH THEM--BELIEVE YOU ME, THIS IS UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL--THEY DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS ABOUT YOU, MONTANA, OR THE WATER COMPACT--THIS IS ALL ABOUT THE WIN, STEALING MY THUNDER, WHICH I NEVER CARED ABOUT, BUT WHERE I ESCAPED DEATH, DESTRUCTION AND DEMISE OF LIFE AND LIMB, ONLY TO HAVE THESE FUCKERS, FOLLOW ME FROM CITY TO CITY IN MONTANA, USING MY LOVE FOR THE BEAUTY, PEOPLE, LANDSCAPE, WATER, LAKES, MOUNTAINS, POLITICS, OR USED TO, OF MONTANA!: (2) AFTER I GET INVOLVED NOT STAYING LONG, IN ONE PLACE, DUE TO A PASSION TO SEE THE WHOLE STATE, TASTE THE PLACE, OR WITH THE IRON FACTOR PRINCIPLE, BEING CHASED OUT OF A CITY, BY THE MORMON CONTINGENCY OF THE TOWN OR STATE, WITH PEOPLE POSITIONED IN HIGH PLACES, THE IRON COUNTY REBELS OR UTAH, WHO GOT THEIR ASSES KICKED BY ME, EITHER IN THE LAW OR POLITICS, ARE USING MAFIA TACTICS, TO BRIBE, FORCE, THREATEN, AND GET YOU ON THEIR SIDE OF THIS NON-WAR, THAT I DON'T CARE ABOUT, JUST LIVING MY LIFE . . . BUT "THEY" ARE OBSESSED WITH! IF THESE WOMEN STOP BEING ME, THERE IS NOTHING LEFT, BECAUSE THEY DON'T HAVE A LIFE, PASSION OR POSITION, OTHER THAN TO WAR AGAINST ME, DRAGGING YOU IN THE MIDDLE!; AND (3) TRY TO PERSUADE YOU TO FOLLOW THEM, RATHER THAN LISTEN TO REASON AND SOUND LEGAL PRINCIPLES THAT I AM KNOWN FOR PROMOTING, REGARDLESS OF PAY, RECOGNITION, OR PRAISE . . . I AM SIMPLY LOVIN' LIFE AND FEEL A DUTY TO HELP, GIVEN MY LICENSE TO SERVE! TAKE AWAY THE MONEY, AND SEE HOW LONG THESE MONEY GRUBBERS LAST . . . FOLLOW THE MONEY, AND YOU WILL KNOW THE MOTIVE! MINE IS NOTHING BUT PURE, NEVER TAKEN A DIME, AND IF YOU PAID A "JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D." FOR SERVICES, YOU PAID TO THE WRONG PERSON, AND MOST LIKELY YOUR ENEMY, WITH A SMILE ON THEIR FACES! C

Oh, You Are An Attorney!  A Guy Looked You Up On the Internet . . . Don't Believe Everything You Read on the Internet!  LOL!  Da . . . You Didn't Believe Me?

JIM BEAN . . . PREMIUM NUTS!

Money does not make you a lawyer, nor does the lack, there of, make you a non-lawyer.  When the powers that be in Utah, stole my house, my vehicles, cabin, furniture, art collections, law practice, through taking my house, my family photos, and all that was precious and dear to me, and paid for, I might add, they didn't get my law degree and my brain with the theft of cases!  LOL!  While they have hacked my computers, claimed the rights, authorship, and title to my case and blogz, keeping the proceeds from both, they, could not take the brain, the education, the knowledge base, the brilliant sarcasm and humor, and I am being somewhat fascitious, but my point being, their having my money, and using it to impress you, and leaving me, basically, penniless, did not accomplish their goals of laying waste to me and ending my legal career.  In fact, the total opposite is true, they probably forced me into seeking another venue to vent my knowledge, leading me to a blog that has been, next to my children, the joy and love of my life, my legal career, and the best pay ever for doing all that I did in the law, and continue to do . . . pure power!  And I am into power, more than money any day.  Because it is far cooler, to have the necessary argumentation skills, to persuade someone over to your way of thinking, through research, logic, critical thinking, legal analysis, and writing and communications skills, than it ever would be, just to bribe them, entice loyalties, based on looks, money, popularity, etc.

As a high school extemporaneous speaker and competitor, I won a five state medal, in a competition, held at the University of Arizona, on a debate trip, when I was a senior in high school, 1972-73.  And I distinctly remember what the judge who gave me the win, or the judges, a panel of three, maybe, but they said, while you didn't have the most polished delivery, and perfect speech, you persuaded me over to your opinion on the subject.  To this day, I believe, that it may not be pretty, and you may not like what I have to say, but, through the tools of argumentation, research, reason, logic, knowledge, the Constitution, be you, Republican, Democrat, or Independent, I argue to persuade you to my way of thinking, and that is real rewarding to present an argument is such as way, that I can take a person, 180 degrees polar opposite to my way of thinking, like on abortion, female reproduction, rights, abortion, birth control, and convince people that to prevent abortion, you have to start with sex education, and kids are uncomfortable hearing it from their parents, therefore, the next most logical place to hear about sex is in school, then, with as much as people don't like Planned Parenthood, they are the next line of defense against abortion, so fund it!  Hard core, right to lifers, when presented the facts, and statistics, and learning that we need to start with the fact that God created us, wired us for sex, and that is a good thing, now how do we stop all the abortions?  Think!

So, to entertain the idea, that simply by a gang rape, so to say in Utah, trashing me, attempting to do a character assassination, and by presenting you with more palpable women, as JoAnn S. Secrsit, J.D., better to look at, nicer, better dressers, nicer clothes, more closely related to your flavor of politics, does not replace the effort, the climb, the challenges, the heights of law and courts that I have gone to, without mentors, a law firm, a legal assistant, legal secretary, a research assistant, doing everything myself, which puts me a class all by myself . . . as it does my son, in his music, writing his own Poor Man's Copyright, fighting to book tours, create web and home pages, battle to keep his music, titles, names and bands, is paramount to the excellence he displays in the quality of his work, music, lyrics and art.  Elliot was to the music filed, what his mother was to the legal field, fresh, different, more creative, bold, brave and exploratory, not letting more seasoned musicians or attorneys, dictate what approach we will take to our art, and both of us, looking to the pleasure of the journey, rather than the pot of gold at the end of that journey!  

There is, simply, no short cut to success . . . yeah, bad ass . . . a dejected and war torn college students after spring finals at Flathead Valley Community College.  By their comment, and the resignation, they knew, that all this work, tests, quizzes, papers, presentations, no matter how painful, is the very work that will make them a success in their chosen fields and professions!

BREAKFAST CONVERSATION OF DONUTS AND CHOCOLATE MILK, TURNED RANCID AND SOUR, AS DID MY TEMPER!

Okay, in the last week, I have been run, due to plots, plans and parties, run from Missoula, to Kalispell, back to Missoula, to Butte, where similar hits and parties were planned, back to Missoula, with knocks on my door, at a motel, by 4:00 A.M., followed by two men, camping out at my room 114 at the Sleepy Inn, knocking again, an hour later, knowing damned well, that whomever, probably the cops, was not in the room and me waiting for the early morning battering ram, coming through my door next, after hearing multiple male voices, just outside my door, indicating a manace, or wolf, waiting just outside that door, with thoughts of devouring me, more than rescuing me, from a clear and present danger, that seemed intent on not going away; to the familiar faces, but unfamiliar patterns of behavior at the Break Cafe, Missoula, waiting, I later, both saw and noticed, the party they were waiting for, was either an undercover cop, but with his glock side are still on, with shorts, or a paid assassin with these two fucking clowns, being the identifiers, as is the pattern of things as they have gone for a long time . . . don't want to blow off the head of the woman, who was sitting up near the window, that could have fit the description of me, same age, studious, glasses on and intent on her work, as I am mine . . . but, due to my previous experiences, I know better than to think this guy, cop or otherwise, was up to any good, just like the two dudes, parking their asses outside my door!

Super I Store, Club of Dumb

Taking me to the Kalispell experience in less that 12 hours after I arrived.  Now, I suspect that either Mormons own the Super 1 Stores in the Flathead, or there are Mormon managers, because, almost since the very first time I came to this store, there have been employees inducted to participate, rat, and scream on sting ops at the store, especially, when few people are around, which is generally the case, when I am here as I am right now . . . I think, blowing another sting op after years of failures, calling cops, only to have me disappear, the ghost, which I am sure is attributed to as Kay, since her ugly pugnacious face is not a familiar one to this area, I don't think, but the employees, or undercover floor boys, CIA counter help, has not been too effective.  I can sit and eat, watch videos, for hours, then I notice strange behavior, something out of the ordinary, and I mean they have tried, codes, colors, and whatever, or just people, as seemed the case last night, two guys, and the night floor guy, came back to where I was sitting alone, and pretended to look at the fruit and produce, but neither of them both or even bothered to fake buying one, and just simply looked at me and then left.  After one guy did that twice, a clerk came back to a dark food court and deli, long after closing, and then another guy came and looked at me, while he allegedly checked on thenot have had mu cheeses, are getting a bit gun shy, because, they have never pulled off getting me, for God knows what . . . Doesn't seem to matter, "they" want me, therefore, do whatever it takes, with no limits and no exceptions, ah, smart might be nice, but I can thank my lucky stars, that cops, hit men and women, rats, homeless spies, are as dumb as they are . . . I always notice nervousness, looking for back up, or cops, acting outside the normal activities of the day . . . 

I people watch, I know routines, schedules, patterns and when those activities change, there is generally something up, and there was last night.  I quickly picked up my stuff, never leave things a mess, even under time constraints, but I ditched out and finished my true crime shows over on the Pizza Hut Internet, on the tables outside the restaurant, where I used to wait for John Bagby to get off work, so we could drive, Farm to Market Road, between the backsides of Kali and Whitefish, Montana . . . amazing, picturesque, and pristine beauty, especially, well, in all seasons, a favorite of mine and John's, no matter the time of day, or the time of season.  Later, I cruised over to Smiths Grocery, where they have been much nicer, over the three years or so, I have been either living in the Flathead Valley or visiting, but, last night was the exception . . . someone had to have warned store personnel to be on guard and drive me from their establishment.

Smith's Stupid Secret Agent Man

There is this middle aged man, wearing a red shirt, acing like he is just killing time, or he appeared that he could have been an employee, who was contemplating putting returned items in this place or that, but he was standing at the entrance of the Smith's store on Idaho.  I had been sitting at the bus shelter, just on the west side of Smith's not wanting to spend too much time in the store, and they don't have wi-fi . . . which you would, but I would not have had too much to do, and that tends to look, feel and taste like loitering, and I am a law biding citizen, and know that eating and other establishments need their tables, and I am always ready, willing and able to get out of someone's way if a table it needed.  But, I was cold and it was wet, so I thought, I could probably buy a donut and soda, and sit there and get warm for a while.  Just prior to going in, and the reason I did, is two men rode by the street bus shelter, which was missing a glass panel to block wind, and the benches were wet from the rain, on their bikes, and the whole thing struck me as strange, for some reason and I always trust my gut feelings.  I thought there might be something up, but was just on guard, not alarmed.

So, this slightly balding average to portly guy, is outside.  I walked passed him, without saying a thing, and got to the restroom, as I come out . . . this guy who seemed to be killing time, was running back to the employee lounge, and in a great hurry.  Okay, again this is a set up, you see the doubles, the fraud gals, have been around as your normal citizen, and it appears, or these guys on staff for the fuckers, who hate me, are suppose to make things difficult for me, calling cops on the take and payrolls who have no problemo, harassing me as often as they can.  But, dude is in a full blown run, don't think he intended to get caught, from bore to gore, break neck speed, is not normal, under any circumstances!  So, I decide a donut and sode, just are not worth, getting some fucks dick up over and certainly not worth arrest, jail, or getting beheaded, and buried on old back roads I love in this area.  LOL!  As I am leaving, God, my Intel man, plays a song on the radio, so I am certain that my feelings and the evidence is right, Secret Agent Man was the song on the radio, reading it right, central!  I go . . . my cursor just jumped up to the middle of the work employee, and the typo, inserted into the word, employee . . . like God saying, hell yeah, that was a fed, or an employee of the mafia staff!  I knew that without Intel!  LOL!  But, keep me on my toes!  LOL!

The Homeless Bitch in the Red Bandana

So, this chick, a fashionable homeless chick, kind of like Kennedy and Phil, or other undercover, like the Sicialian mafia hit man, looking too damned good to be homeless, and they are department store dress ups, can always pick up on them!  But, this chick is not being bothered by this secret agent guy, waiting to pounce on me, having been scouted out by bicycle boys, minute earlier--so it is not a homeless issue, and the chick also seems familiar and friendly with the product department, who overheard me rip her a new ass today! So, after a short potty break, and ditching the cops, whom I am sure Mr. Secret Agent Man, was calling or some of the mobs goons, one in the same to me, I left and said, Hi, to a sister on the streets!  LOL!  She proved much more a cop supporter, one of Shelley's Hell's Bells, and too chummy with the early morning crew at the deli and in the store.  Several of the guys still here at the store, were just finishing up on the midnight crew, and just scowled at me as I walked down the isles this morning!  I love it, these fuckers act more turned off and pissed with me foiling their plans, that I do, given the fact that they just tired to either get me picked up, locked up, or knocked up as in a hit, than I am, for them trying to kill me!

So, I go over to some unoccuptied offices just across the streets and get a few hours sleep, sitting down in the entrance way enclave, blocking me from the slight breeze last night.  I decide to chase not being seen by this rat ass agent, payroll mole, and go put on my make up in the bathrooms.  Then I ;proceeded to Super ! again . . . better a devil you know, than a devil you don't know right?  Just as I start into the Smith's restrooms, I see spy guy and another employee talking and it appears that the two didn't see me, but I was not going to chance it.  My vanity marks the day, and even when homeless, I put on my make up, and generally that makes me look, not homeless.  Nobody ever suspects that I am homeless, generally.  So, with a quick Mexican spit bath, my make-up is on, and I am out the door.  Once inside, I see the alleged homeless cop, and say hi, get my two donuts, chocolate milk . . . another homeless dude, Brett just walked in, last I saw him, was at the Pov., a few weeks ago . .  several guys were just here, looking very undercover, better get going.  Conversation I had with bitch chick, is basically up above.  Most homeless chicks don't have attitudes, and make dumb ass statements, like don't you listen to anyone . . . hey, chick, I was reading, minding my own business and you struck up the conversation . . . fed agent, and started barraging me with questions, that all I was doing was answering!  You were condescending to me, and acted like I didn't know anything . . . YOU DON'T!  I could tell by your lame ass questions!

The Incensere Apology to Save Face In Front of the Produce Gal . . . NOT, Ripped her Ass Again . . . Dig It, She Left!  LOL!

I am generally a pretty nice, friendly person, and most people don't try to cop an attitude with me, hint, hint, hint . . . I showed her a copy of a TIME magazine article, and said, as she complained that I had to be right and didn't listen, didn't want to hear what she had to say, and she was dead, right, spot on, straight up, right! Twice I told her I just wanted to enjoy the fire, read and have a good breakfast, so let's just not talk, we agree to disagree!  No, she tried to push it and ended up in hot shit again, there are few matches for this sharp tongue and brutal wit and argument.  She apologizes, but not with the right intent . . . just like when Shelley, family crew, and those jealous  of me, accused me, along with the alleged terminal brain disease, back in 2000, of having narcissistic personality symptoms . . . no, this is a disease, that doesn't bring on narcissism and if anything, I am the total opposite of a narcissist, who are sociopaths, only care about themselves, and it is always only about the person themselves, their wants, their needs, and what they feel they are entitled to, even at the expense of the person who made the money or gained the station, as in the wealthy man, who's wife cooked the books to the tune of $2 million she pretended to pay the IRS, who came a calling, with this wife, banking the money, and them shooting her husband in cold blood, pumping 6 bullets into him!  She felt entitled to the money, as did Shelley, Rachel and crew, on my money, or my father, who felt more entitled to my private disability check, than I was, who worked for the entity who provided that insurance!  

The cops didn't feel that I should have my sister's beautiful home, that I saved from foreclosure in court, nor the paid for in cash furnishings, that turned a beautiful home, into being called a palace, castle, mansion or museum, due to my classy taste and talking my friends and client, into hanging their photo art on my walls, while I would have bought all 200 pieces of stellar art, had I got the money I won from the case . . . you see, I will not take a dime I do not earn . . . the narcissists don't think the person who earned the money, the case, the blog or the degrees that got them to that point, should have it, and she/he is first in right and time, for some ungodly reason and sickness, illness, and so contrary to normal thought, with 90% of the people seeing that the one who earned the money, won the case, wrote the blog, is the one entitled to the money attached to that work . . . Shelley always wanted something for nothing and same with her son, Isaac, both were jealous maniacs who could have, should have and didn't earn anything, so they stole it, and were supported by other equally sick individuals! This chick was accusing me, of doing exactly what she was doing . . . interrupting me, after asking me questions, not listening to my explanations, and taking the exchange to pre-attorney days!  Clue, cop couldn't take the heat!  Hates the Constitution; therefore, defends the Patriot Act . . . giving cops more power, the opportunity to steal, kill and thrill each other on Cops, taking what is not theirs and giving it to bitches who couldn't do the work, write the blog, or handle the case, and rewarding the easy, obedient bitches, because they can't handle the real deal, who doesn't need them . . . they want the Cheerleader Girls that stroke their big boy egos!  LOL!  I blister them . . .

T-Shirt--B98--Either Symbol for Burn 98% of the Time or Bitch 98% of the Time--A Little of Both!  LOL!

Not MUCH OF A SUNDAY SERMON, So You Will Just Have to Go To Church Yourself, or Not!  LOL!

SEE THE GREAT. FEEL THE GREAT. YOU ARE THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS . . . YOU ARE EVERYTHING I WISH I COULD BE. SO WHY ARE PEOPLE TRYING TO KILL ME? DO WE REALLY WANT TO AIM FOR MEDIOCRITY AS THE STANDARD IN THIS COUNTRY? WE GIVE EVERY KID ON THE SOCCER TEAM A TROPHY, RATHER THAN JUST THE BEST. SOME TEACHER IS GIVING EVERY STUDENT A PASSING GRADE, IF THEY JUST COME TO CLASS, PARTICIPATE, AND TRY. I PURCHASED A TIME MAGAZINE JUST NOW, FOR THE FEATURE ARTICLE CALLED, "WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE A COP IN AMERICA: ONE YEAR AFTER FERGUSON." HOWEVER, THERE WAS THIS ARTICLE ABOUT THE TRUMPSTER, BY ZEKE J. MILLER/ALANTA, AND ANOTHER VERY SYMBOLIC NAME IN ONE OF THE OTHER ARTICLES, BRIAN DILLARD. ZEKE IS MY EX-HUSBAND'S NICK NAME, AND MILLER IS A NAME THAT IS CONNECTED TO SHELLEY, BECAUSE HER SON ISAAC GOT A GIRL PREGNANT OUT OF WEDLOCK WITH A GIRL FROM A WEALTHY MILLER FAMILY WHO OWNS MILLER BLUE RIBBON BEEF. ON THE BRIAN DILLARD NAME, "BRIAN" WAS THE YOUNGEST BROTHER OF ZEKE, AND RACHEL, A SISTER, WORKED FOR "DILLARDS DEPARTMENT STORE." I AM A BIT SENSITIVE, TO SAY THE LEAST, HAVING PEOPLE I AM CONNECTED WITH, LIKE A SON-IN-LAW FROM ATLANTA, GEORGIA, THAT MIGHT CALL SHELLEY (MILLER) JOANN, AS INDICATED BY THE MIDDLE INITIAL, "J" STANDING FOR JOANN, OR SOMEONE CONNECTED TO ZEKE, WHICH DALLAS WOULD BE, IMPLYING THAT SHELLEY IS JOANN, THE FORMER WIFE OF ZEKE. NOW, AS IS THE CASE WITH MANY SON-IN-LAWS AND MOTHER-IN-LAWS, WE HAVE OUR DIFFERENCES, BUT, I WOULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS, STATE, LIE, OR MISREPRESENT WHO MY DAUGHTER'S HUSBAND IS, NO MATTER HOW MUCH I DON'T LIKE HIM! NOR, AS IN THE CASE OF MY YOUNGEST SON, ELLIOT, REPRESENTED BY "BRIAN" HIS YOUNGEST BROTHER, IN A FAMILY POSITION, SUCH AS HIMSELF, STATE THAT "RACHEL" AS INDICATED BY THE DILLARDS LAST NAME, THE DEPARTMENT STORE THAT RACHEL DID IN FACT WORK AT IN LOGAN, UTAH. THEREFORE, IT IS SAFE TO ASSUME, THROUGH MY INTEL MAN, GOD, IN AN ARTICLE ABOUT COPS, OF WHICH MY SON MAY HAVE BECOME ONE, BUT TO STATE OR MISLEAD PEOPLE ON WHOM HIS MOTHER IS, IS LUDICROUS, TO SAY THE LEAST. COMBINE THAT WITH THE SONG, "YOU ARE THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS, AND YOU ARE EVERYTHING I HOPED I COULD BE", SUGGESTS, SOME TYPE OF RECOGNITION OF THE NATURE OF THE PERSON, NOT ONLY THAT I AM, BUT THAT RACHEL IS. WHICH MOTHER WOULD YOU BE MORE PROUD OF . . . AN ATTORNEY WHO ROCKED THE LEGAL WORLD, COPS ESPECIALLY, HAS 4 BAR MEMBERSHIPS, AND ON TOP OF ALL THE CAREER POSITIVES, YOU HAD 4 EXCELLENT CHILDREN, WHO ARE NOTHING BUT AMAZING. OR WOULD YOU, ELLIOT, RATHER HAVE BRAGGING RIGHTS TO A DEPARTMENT STORE CLERK? I AM JUST TRYING TO GET MY MIND WRAPPED AROUND MY SON'S PREFERENCE? NOT THAT THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH DEPARTMENT STORE CLERKS, OR FLIGHT ATTENDANTS, WHICH RACHEL IS, BUT SERIOUSLY, THERE IS A STARK DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE EDUCATION, LEVEL OF SKILL, EXPERTISE, NUMBER OF YEARS DEDICATED TO COLLEGE AND BEYOND, THAT IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE A DEPARTMENT STORE CLERK, AND I THINK, WE BE FOOLS, TO THROW BOTH CAREERS IN THE SAME CLASSIFICATION AND CATEGORY . . . WOULD WE FOR A MAN. ELLIOT IS IN COLLEGE, A MUSIC MAJOR IS ONE OF THE HARDEST YOU CAN GET . . . MATT, RACHEL'S SON, IS A GEAR HEAD, AND WORKS WITH CARS. WE NEED GEAR HEADS, BUT TO TAKE ALL THE LONG HOURS IN MUSIC LABS, CLASSES, PRACTICE, AND MINIMIZE THAT DEDICATION, IS LIKE GIVING EACH SOCCER TEAM, REGARDLESS OF WHO WINS, A TROPHY FOR BEING THE BEST TEAM! I BELIEVE IT IS A DISSERVICE, AS IS GIVING EITHER RACHEL OR SHELLEY, RIGHTS TO MY LAW DEGREE, AND ALL THAT GOES WITH IT, NOT TO MENTION TEACHING AT THREE UNIVERSITIES. SELLING CABBAGE PATCH DOLL SHOES, WAITRESSING, OR SELLING CHILDREN'S BOOKS TO LIBRARIES, IS JUST NOT IN THE SAME CLASS OF CAREERS; THEREFORE, FREELY EXCHANGING ONE FOR ANOTHER, IS TOTALLY RIDICULOUS! AND THAT IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT . . . AND I AM SURE, THAT BOTH SHELLEY, RACHEL AND ALL THE OTHER WOMEN, WHO HAVE WORN MY LABELS AS AN ATTORNEY, PROFESSOR, AND WHAT NOT, ARE INDEED GRATEFUL TO HAVE RECOGNITION, FAR BETTER THAN THEY DESERVE. I THINK OF THE "RIGHT TO RISE" SLOGAN FOR PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE, JEB BUSH . . . YES, HE HAS A RIGHT TO RISE; HOWEVER, THAT IS DONE THROUGH HIS OWN MERITS, AND IN REALITY, CONNECTING HIS NAME TO HIS BIG BROTHER'S NAME AND PRESIDENCY, IS ACTUALLY PROHIBITING JEB FROM RISING ON HIS OWN ACCORD, THUS IT IS WITH THE SISTA CLUB . . . I WOULD NEVER HAVE WRITTEN ONE NEGATIVE WORD, HAD THE SISTA'S RAISED ON THEIR OWN NAMES . . . PROBLEM IS, THEY ALL HAVE "NO-NAME" BRANDS, AND THEY WOULD HAVE TO ACTUALLY START AT THE BOTTOM, RATHER THAN STANDING UNDER THE WINGS OF MY WIND! I WOULD CHEER THEM ON, BE ALL FOR THEM, AND WOULD STOP WRITING ABOUT THEM . . . GET YOUR OWN LIFE, YOUR OWN RESUME, YOUR OWN BLOG, YOUR OWN LAW DEGREE . . . THE TRAINING AND EXPERIENCE, EDUCATION AND WORK DOES NOT COME EASY! TRY IT, YOU MIGHT LIKE IT. I HAVE ALWAYS BELIEVED THAT DALLAS WAS A COP . . . WALKS LIKE ONE, ACTS LIKE ONE, USED TO DO PROTECTIVE SWEEPS OF THE HOUSE, LIKE ONE, AND TRIED FOR A WHILE TO BULLY LIKE ONE . . . HE HAS NOW GONE, UNDERGROUND, IN A PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE APPROACH OF PLANTING SEEDS OF DOUBT, OR POISON IN ELLIOT'S MIND, FROM A COP PERSPECTIVE . . . COPS HAVE HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATIONS AND A VERY PHYSICAL JOB . . . THEREFORE, ONE WOULD ASSUME THAT THEY WOULD BE ATTRACTED TO SIMILAR WOMEN. RACHEL WAS A PHYSICAL EDUCATION MAJOR, RAN ON THE TRACK TEAM, AND HAD A PHYSICAL CAREER AS A FLIGHT ATTENDANT, OR WAITRESS IN THE SKY. RACHEL HAS AMPED UP HER CHEST, THREE TIMES, SOMETHING THAT IMPROVES HER PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, THAT WOULD APPEAL TO LOWER LEVEL MEN, LIKE COPS. UNTIL 5 YEARS AGO, WHEN ALL THIS SWITCH-O-CHANGE-O HAPPENED, WHEN BRETT AND THE BOYZ CLUB OF COPS, STARTED STEALING MY POWERFUL NAME, MY HISTORY WITH COPS, AND CLAIMING THAT THE SISTA CLUB DID ALL THE GREAT FEATS OF ACCOMPLISHMENTS THAT, I, IN FACT DID! AND THEN, WITH AN ARMY OF LIARS, TRIED TO DENY MY ANY CONNECTION TO MY CAREER OR MY CHILDREN! LOL! IS IT SO HARD, TO GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DESERVED . . . RACHEL HAS TAKEN CARE OF HER PHYSICAL CONDITION OR BODY, PRAISE HER FOR THAT, AND THAT IS LAUDABLE! I HAVE SPENT MY TIME WORKING ON MY BRIAN, LEGAL SKILLS, TEACHING, WRITING AND SPEAKING; PRAISE ME FOR THAT. EVERY WOMAN SHOULD NOT BE JUDGED GOOD FOR THE SAME THINGS, JUST AS MEN ARE NOT. WE PRAISE AN ATHLETE FOR HIS SUPERIOR PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES AND SKILLS, AND WE WOULD NEVER THING OF SENDING HIM INTO THE SURGERY ROOM TO PERFORM HEART SURGERY, NOW WOULD WE? BEING A LAWYER IS A HARD, TECHNICAL JOB, AND REQUIRES THE UTMOST CARE AND TRAINING . . . THAT IS WHY WE STOP PEOPLE LIKE RACHEL AND SHELLEY, FROM PRACTICING LAW WITHOUT A LICENSE. I HAVE 4 BAR LICENSES, AND THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN BECAUSE SOME JUDGE THOUGHT I WAS MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN ANOTHER FEMALE ATTORNEY. SHELLEY, RACHEL, SUE, TIFFANY, ANNIE, HOPE, ARE NOT ATTORNEYS, BUT, I WOULD CHEER THEM THROUGH THE PROCESS, THROUGH SCHOOL, HELP GIVE THEM TIPS TO PASS LAW SCHOOL AND THE BAR . . . BUT, THAT IS TOO MUCH OF A RISK, AND THEY WOULD HAVE TO START AT THE BOTTOM OF THE TOTEM POLE IN THE LEGAL WORLD, RATHER THAN USING MY NAME, WITH A 20 YEAR HISTORY OF BEING ANYTHING BUT, YOUR AVERAGE RUN OF THE MILL ATTORNEY, LET ALONE JUST AN ATTORNEY. THERE HAS GOT TO BE AN INSECURITY THAT GOES ALONG WITH THE FRAUD, OR CLAIMING YOU ARE SOMETHING THAT YOU ARE NOT . . . YOU WILL BE FOUND OUT. I HAVE A FRIEND, WHO WORKS WITH THE LEGISLATURE, AND TRIES TO PASS HIMSELF OFF AS AN ATTORNEY, IN FACT, I THOUGHT HE WAS ONE . . . BUT THERE ARE ALWAYS, TALE, TALE SIGNS, WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE, THAT REAL ATTORNEYS KNOW, AND THE FAKES DON'T. THIS FRIEND ASKED ME TO BE INVOLVED IN A CASE WE TOOK TO THE UTAH SUPREME COURT, GOT A UNANIMOUS WIN . . . BUT, THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND HIM, HE COULD NOT SIT AT THE BAR, OR ARGUE IN COURT, AND MY BRIEF WAS THE ONE THAT PUSHED THE JUSTICES IN OUR DIRECTION. MY NON-ATTORNEY FRIEND WAS PISSED, BECAUSE I DIDN'T SHOW UP UNTIL WE ARGUED IN FRONT OF THE COURT, AND WERE ASKED TO PREPARE BRIEFS! AND YOUR POINT, I WON THE CASE FOR US! THE COURT USED MY LAST MINUTE ARGUMENTS, NOT THE OTHER ATTORNEYS AND MY FRIEND WHO HAD WORKED ON THE CASE FOR MONTHS. I SAW THIS SICK LOOK OF ENVY ON SHELLEY'S FACE, WHEN I WOULD TAKE OVER A MORTGAGE CASE, JUST BEFORE ONE OF HER CLIENTS WERE GOING INTO COURT . . . THEY WOULD SAY, TO SHELLEY, "I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE ATTORNEY?" BUT, THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE CONFIDENCE, THE STYLE, THE POSTURING, AND SKILL DID NOT GO UNNOTICED, AND I AM SURE THAT PAINED SHELLEY, WOULD KAY . . . SHE IS NOT MADE OF THE SAME MATERIAL LEGALLY, OR IT WOULD BE HER OWN CASE SHE WAS ARGUING, NOT MINE! THERE IS NOT SHORT CUT TO SUCCESS. I JUST SAW A YOUNG MAN WITH THE T-SHIRT "BUDWEISER" ON IT . . . FOR A NON-ATTORNEY, YOU MIGHT BE FOOLED BY THE LEGAL TERMS AND JARGON THAT SHELLEY HAS PICKED UP BY ME OVER THE YEARS, OR READING MY CASES, EMAILS, BLOGS; HOWEVER, WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE, I WOULD EAT ALL OF THEM ALIVE IN ANY DEBATE ON MY CASES, ISSUES ON MY BLOG, AND NONE OF THEM COULD WRITE LIKE I DO . . . THERE IS NO SHORT CUT TO SUCCESS

"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!