Violent Reactions To A Man's Question and My Response
I love, to just jump on a bus, and take a ride, every few days, either around town, or out to Bonner when I am in Missoula . . . I love to drive, and I have always been more pissed off about, sheriffs taking my Ford Ranger, extended cab, jacked up, Big Foot tires, black rims and gold body! I love my freedom, love to drive, and have been known to drive back to Washington, D.C., be sworn in to the United States Supreme Court Bar, stay 10 days, drive all the way home, and within, 15 minutes, be back in my truck, cruising around town, when I lived in Parowan, driving up to Panguitch Lake, or out through the Parowan Gap, just for the hell of it. So, now, that I have had my truck taken, my car blown up with a pipe bomb, and stuck, without being able to get enough I.D. for either a Social Security card, or driver's license, probably, saving my life, I love to get in my chauffeured ride--the bus, and take a ride, sometimes to see the morning lights, the city wake up, to to take a nice drive in the mountains, and by the river, on the way to Bonner and back, as I did today. However, I never, expected to get the type of reaction, I did, form, first an unwanted, conversation, that ended up making me, not only sick to my stomach, but, violently ill, in my reaction to his comments, and what feelings those comments, brought out in me.
First, I sat at the very back of the bus, hoping, to avoid and human contact, either eye, or through, having to talk to anyone, generally, being completely satisfied, going day after day, and never speaking to anyone more than, a service clerk, at a motel, or someone at a restaurant. I am still not feeling, great, and just wanted to be left alone . . . sometimes I am in the mood to talk, but generally, I am not, and can appreciate, humanity, as long as it is not sitting next to me. So, this dude, gets on, in East Missoula, and skips all the lower seats, acting like he wants to join me, on the back row, where there are about 5 or 6 seats, but there were plenty of single seats, without me, sharing with him, and I was not in the mood for him, or to move over. So this dick, keeps looking at me, bugging the shit out of me, and while trying to enjoy the scenery, out the side of the bus he was on, I did all in my power to look, somewhere, so as not to catch his eye, nor, any shit out of his mouth. All of the sudden, out of the blue, this guy, asked me if I was a CNA, that is a nurses, assistant, or a lower level nurse. I rolled my eyes, in disgust, not because, of the job, but, because, I didn't even want to look at him and was hoping to end the conversation, promptly. I said, no, I am an attorney.
I told this man, still trying to justify this woman, and her practice, that, there is only one way to become a lawyer and that is to go to an accredited law school, and passing the bar exam. That is it. He then told me, that, she had some special pass, or that the bar, or someone, said it was okay, under some rule. I started getting sicker and sicker, thinking of Shelley, and a conversation, we had before, any of this shit, started happening to me, like Shelley pretending to be one of my clients, instead of being a lazy ass, leach, along with her kids, and trying to tell me at breakfast, on day, that she could practice under the third year law student rule, I reminded her that, she was not a third year law student; therefore, that rule did not apply. Then she, almost, shaking with excitement, said, she could practice under, some alleged paralegal rule, with supervision, and again, I reminded her, that, she was not a trained paralegal! I told her the only way she could practice law, is to go to law school, or take the bar, either in California or Wyoming, where she could study and sit for the bar exam and if she passed, she could practice in THOSE STATES, but not in Utah!
Little did I know, what, fucked up reaction that would cause in her . . . this bitch, who feels this sense of entitlement, even to practice law, without, a license; however, she did, sit, in the same house with me, and she had been studying me, longer than, it takes to go through law school, to the point that the boyz club, in Washington and Iron Counties, decided, they liked her better than me, therefore, this nicer sister, turned into me with the whole fucking criminal justice system in the state of Utah, behind her, including the Utah State Bar! WHAT THE FUCK . . . the TRUMP phenomena, the more loser, she is, the more the bar, cops, prosecutors, judges, FBI, etc. protected her, in being me and giving her the right to use my name and my license!
First, I sat at the very back of the bus, hoping, to avoid and human contact, either eye, or through, having to talk to anyone, generally, being completely satisfied, going day after day, and never speaking to anyone more than, a service clerk, at a motel, or someone at a restaurant. I am still not feeling, great, and just wanted to be left alone . . . sometimes I am in the mood to talk, but generally, I am not, and can appreciate, humanity, as long as it is not sitting next to me. So, this dude, gets on, in East Missoula, and skips all the lower seats, acting like he wants to join me, on the back row, where there are about 5 or 6 seats, but there were plenty of single seats, without me, sharing with him, and I was not in the mood for him, or to move over. So this dick, keeps looking at me, bugging the shit out of me, and while trying to enjoy the scenery, out the side of the bus he was on, I did all in my power to look, somewhere, so as not to catch his eye, nor, any shit out of his mouth. All of the sudden, out of the blue, this guy, asked me if I was a CNA, that is a nurses, assistant, or a lower level nurse. I rolled my eyes, in disgust, not because, of the job, but, because, I didn't even want to look at him and was hoping to end the conversation, promptly. I said, no, I am an attorney.
Like Most Free Loaders . . . Eager to Bug the Shit Out of Me!
He brightens up, like everyone does, who is hoping to bend my ear, to get some free advice, which, when in the mood, I am very helpful, but this was not the day. Oh, I need someone to help me get my Social Security benefits, or disability. I said, that would bore me, but, I am sure there are plenty of attorneys, in town, who would do that type of work, many would do it free, for a small fee, after you get it. Here comes the part that just drives me nuts, and he said, oh, I know this lady . . . and I am, just thinking, Shelley has reinvented herself again, and now, this, but he said, this lady, helped her husband, not only get SS but, also sued and won, and blah, blah, blah. I said, she better not be practicing law without a license, and that sounds, like exactly what she is doing, even representing her husband. He piped right up, and said, oh, but she is better than most attorneys. I said, that may be, but, she is not an attorney; therefore, good, bad or ugly, she is practicing law without a license. She could represent herself, but not her husband. I then, informed him, that, I have 4 bar licenses, clear up to and including the United States Supreme Court, and I would not, venture into practicing law, since, I was not a member of the Montana Bar Association, even thought, I could, most likely practice, under my Supreme Court License, but, I HATE CLIENTS!Sounds Like Shelley . . . I Won't Practice With 4 Licenses, But She Would With NONE!
I asked him what her name was, and he said, Nancy, I think . . . what does she look like? Blonde and about 40 something. I told him, I was wondering if that was my sister, who had already been in trouble for practicing law without a license in Utah, and said, I would not be surprised if she had come to Montana, and tried the same thing, but I was sure, that someone, a local bar member, would turn her in, or object to that, and I told him, that I looked up the penalty, for practicing law without a license, which I arguably have, but, I am sure, if I set up shop, someone would call me on it, and I noted that, when I first came to Montana, I stopped in Helena, and the first thing I did, was, go find the bar association and see, what I had to do to practice law in the state, having, been adverse to taking the bar exam again, after going all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court, and such, and being told, that I could write to the Montana Supreme Court, and perhaps, they would allow me, given my record and background . . . of which I never did, since, the second, I showed up on the political scene, in Whitefish, back in the fall of 2012, making a splash, on the legal scene, speaking about, the FBI raids, and how I got, 8 cops fired, in Utah, for growing marijuana, still against the law, even for medical marijuana, except, or kids with seizures, who can order it from, states with medical marijuana, but, turning cops in, for growing it, because it is illegal, whether it is the citizens or the cops, until the Utah State Legislature, passes new laws!I told this man, still trying to justify this woman, and her practice, that, there is only one way to become a lawyer and that is to go to an accredited law school, and passing the bar exam. That is it. He then told me, that, she had some special pass, or that the bar, or someone, said it was okay, under some rule. I started getting sicker and sicker, thinking of Shelley, and a conversation, we had before, any of this shit, started happening to me, like Shelley pretending to be one of my clients, instead of being a lazy ass, leach, along with her kids, and trying to tell me at breakfast, on day, that she could practice under the third year law student rule, I reminded her that, she was not a third year law student; therefore, that rule did not apply. Then she, almost, shaking with excitement, said, she could practice under, some alleged paralegal rule, with supervision, and again, I reminded her, that, she was not a trained paralegal! I told her the only way she could practice law, is to go to law school, or take the bar, either in California or Wyoming, where she could study and sit for the bar exam and if she passed, she could practice in THOSE STATES, but not in Utah!
Little did I know, what, fucked up reaction that would cause in her . . . this bitch, who feels this sense of entitlement, even to practice law, without, a license; however, she did, sit, in the same house with me, and she had been studying me, longer than, it takes to go through law school, to the point that the boyz club, in Washington and Iron Counties, decided, they liked her better than me, therefore, this nicer sister, turned into me with the whole fucking criminal justice system in the state of Utah, behind her, including the Utah State Bar! WHAT THE FUCK . . . the TRUMP phenomena, the more loser, she is, the more the bar, cops, prosecutors, judges, FBI, etc. protected her, in being me and giving her the right to use my name and my license!
Emotions Boiling Up, Long After I Shut the Guy Up!
Generally, I am just focused on staying alive, but being, knocked out, with poison, twice this month, and still not fully recovered, and being weak, my stomach, and emotions, like no other time, just started to well up in me, in a volcanic and violent, eruption, so strong and potent, I almost, had to throw up, and luckily, this fucker got off the bus, because, I could not stand his stupidity and bugging me, even sitting near me and trying to justify, this woman, and it reminded me, of my friend Nick, who got this amazing female attorney, who was this and that, and when this and that, came down to understanding jurisdiction, and this issue or that, place of contract, and other nuances of the law, I could tell, this was some fucker, like Shelley, if not Shelley herself, trying to pass herself off as an attorney! SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nick would allegedly got to her, and then he would come back and question me, as if his was trying to glean, understanding on behalf of her, making me even more sure, that it was Shelley, pretending to be a lawyer, again! The jealousy, that woman has for me, is palpable, and unrequited! To say the least. So, I made it a point, to quiz Nick, on what she was doing, and finally, I guess she realized, that she was out of her league, and he said, she made him promise not to discuss the case with anyone . . . you know, it is going to be so big, publicity, books, and movies and all that? And I am what the fuck, this is a shitty case, Nick! He appeared to either protecting her, or, he was paid by her to fuck me over! and say, that, I was not this or that . . . any half wit can, tell, I know my shit!
I got so sick, that, I could not enjoy the mountains, the river, the drive, and was visibly ill when I got off the bus, only to find, Annie, one of theirs, mob, bitches, who was hauled, all the way from, Dillon, on her way to Idaho Falls, by sheriffs, so she could go to her doctor's appointment? Right, they know, she is about the only person, I talk to . . . I know, she has law enforcement background, and so, they bring her in town, to lie, like, she started to do the very first day, I was with her. She keeps bringing up, this woman, she thought was me, whom, acted like she knew Annie, last Christmas, and was wearing stiletos, all dressed up, and with a tall guy, who was bald. Annie must have been wired, because, she was like a broken record, I thought she was you . . . what, you know me and have known me for three fucking years! I don't wear stilettos, don't dress up, and don't shop . . . that could be Rachel, but, her husband is short, unless she is with Kennedy, who is not bald! But, she seems stuck on this bitch and that, I need to go to the mall, as if I am going to run into this bitch and I also, told her, my sister better never run into me, because I would fucking kill her! She shut up at that. Annie kept trying to get me to go have chicken with her, just bought it, needed to get rid of it . . . no, we are right near the cop shop and she is probably suppose to identify me to some lame ass cop, who is on Shelley's payroll, and on top of that, I was sick before, I saw her and even more so after. What, drives me crazy, is these fuckers, who know full well, that I am, the one who kicked the cops ass, for, what 23 years, is me, or they would be arresting the fake bitches! But, these hags, can get away, like Trump, with murder, and if I did one infraction of the law, they would be on me, like shit on flies, the maggots that they all are! Fuck, they have chased me for 4 fucking years, in 5 states! I TRUST NO ONE, especially, Annie, who has set me up over and over and over again! So, that is the back drop for this movie!
The Killing Secret
The football star and the cheerleader, the IT couple, from good homes, looking forward to college, scholarships, the couple most likely to succeed, and totally in love, or so, it seemed, having dated for two years, and almost ready to graduate. The girl, was the quintessential, good girl, fun, pretty, smart, honest, and not, snobby, like the rest of the high school kids, in this privileged school and neighborhood. Her boyfriend the football star, has a little secret honey on the side, since, his good girl, girlfriend, won't mess around and have sex, so he goes to the alleged wrong side of the tracks, and picks up on a poor, but pretty girl, and basically, uses her for sex, until, she tells him that she is pregnant, and fun and games are over. He wants her to get an abortion, she refuses, and she keeps showing up, at his birthday party, and parking in front of his parent's very wealthy home, where all the rich kids, go swimming and hang out at the pool. The poor girl's mother, works as a waitress at the local burger joint, where all the rich kids hang out and study, and one time, Nicole, accidentally, runs into her boyfriend's, secret girl's mother, and knocks water all over her. The two end up being good friends, with Nicole, coming over and apologizing for laughing at her, as did her friends too.
When football star, sees that, his pregnant secret, he just wanted to use and have fun with, refuses to get an abortion, he kills her! She would ruin his plans, for college and make a mess for his long time girlfriend. Through the friendship, between the waitress mother, and the girlfriend, Nicole finds out that her boyfriend is cheating on her, and she, dumps his ass, just like I would, then and NOW! He begs for her to come back, and she is not willing for a long time. One time before the pregnant, embarrassment, washes up on the lake sure, Nicole finds the girl's button, that was ripped off of her, when, the football star, murdered her. Nicole, jokes around, but keeps the button, and eventually, that is the key piece of evidence, that Nicole uses to put two and two, together, telling, the dead girl's mother, that, the cops have the wrong guy in custody, a homeless guy, who is seen around town, drawing pictures of the dead girl and getting arrested for doing so. Nicole works with the mother, and eventually, they bring the football star to justice, and get the homeless guy released. I looked like the girl, in the movie, acted like her, would have done the same thing, and would have, eventually, turned in my boyfriend, for committing a murder, not for revenge, but for JUSTICE sake!
The Girl in the Woman, the Woman Seen in the Girl!
You know, it is funny, how many times, I have mentioned that the easiest way to prove, who is whom, is to go back into the Bountiful High Year Books, seeing that all 6 Southwick girls attended high school there, and so did Kay Burningham, and it is not hard to tell, who is whom, even now, in fact, I believe, my face, is even more or better preserved that all of them, and while my body is fatter, than I have ever been, my face has not changed that much, since practicing law, at the Utah Attorney Generals Office, 23 years ago! And, sure as shooting, between, all my pictures from high school, you could easily pick me out from Shelley, Susan or Rachel, Marcie, Tiff and Kay, especially, but that seems too, evidence intense for the cops, the FBI, because, the woman, they have demonized for fucking 20 years, is actually the good girl, always was, always will be! I swear, but, I have not changed. I have never let, the right side of the street or town, influence, not only who I am friends with, but who I will defend as an attorney. Justice, is not reserved for the rich, the influential, but JUSTICE FOR ALL! FAVORS FOR NONE! You can clearly see, this in this movie, based on true events. This chick's girlfriends, start to ditch her, because, she is hanging out with the dead girl's mother, the WAITRESS, and she is going after the rich boyfriend and blaming him for the murder, until the homeless guy is picked up and arrested, and only with her boyfriend, until she realizes that he, in fact, it the murderer and she still, is gathering evidence on him.
Her boyfriend's father, is a wealthy construction, man, and he tried to buy, Nicole's loyalty, not only for his son's sake, but, he gives, Nicole's father, a huge ass loan, to build his business. Nicole's mother and father, are all kissing up to the richest man in town, the former, potential father and mother-in-law of their very bright and beautiful daughter, who is so disgusted with her parents, pandering to the boyfriend's parents, that she is told, and her mother jokes, about, Nicole being friends with the dead girl's mother, who is blaming the football star, and the parents, want their daughter to marry into this fine family. Nicole is so sick, she gives both parents a dirty look, and storms upstairs, being very loyal to the dead girl's mother, even feeling closer to her, than to her own mother, who is too busy for her! Eventually, the cops, get it right, and the football star gets tried and sentenced to life in prison. He apologizes, and cries, with his father and mother, crying too, when he said, he didn't know what to do, about the pregnant girl, and so, when she would not give up the baby, he killed her . . . now a family lost a daughter, and the boy's family, lost their only child, the killer.
While the girlfriend, Nicole, felt sorry for the dude, he was, almost willing to kill her, when he caught her, gathering evidence against him. This high school girl, was something else and the parents, when they learned that she was right, that she defended the right woman, and helped bring her boyfriend, who for all intents and purposes, wanted to marry her, when they got out of college, was hard core, and she did everything in her power to bring, justice to the dead girl, to her mother, regardless of the pressure, she was under from her friends, her boyfriend, even the cops, and her own parents . . . just a good girl!
Einsteins Bagels . . . We Are Montana
The first sign, or words that caught my attention, were these, on the public notice board at the bagel place, where I ditched out of the weather and to get away from Annie and the cops, I am sure, she was trying to keep me near her, to identify me, and get me, like for the millionth time, here in Missoula, before, I check into the Poverello Center, tonight, with few people, knowing I am in town, again, but, like is always to case with, God Intel, something, out of tons of material, will just jump off the page, or the board, or on the streets, and catch my eye, always, giving me a message of some sort and this one, We Are Montana, hit me hard, and was not the first time, much like the wealthy gym owner, in the movie, Sleeping With the Devil, who was protected by the cops, prosecutors, and judges, and who, even when, his former girlfriend was shot in the back, and with the hit man, even telling the cops, who hired them to kill the girlfriend, now paralyzed, from the chest down, the cops still protected him, because, with all his money, they were all on the take and they were paid well, to protect this asshole, just like Shelley, Rachel, Brett, Kay, and whomever, daddy Southwick, you know, all those family, friends, cops, etc. who have had a hey day, stealing, not only my son's music, from 10 years ago, but getting rid of me, back in the day, and allowing, Shelley, the first to be me, and adding, 6+ girls after that, it all worked so well. Fuck, what it the world does someone like Shelley have to worry about, practicing law, as an attorney, without a license, or pretending to have one, or charging like she is one . . . the only ones who are going to do anything, cops, FBI, the law school, local attorneys, whom I am sure would be brought in on the bull shit, if they complained, judges, etc., are all on that side, and she has NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT . . . like this bus dude, said, I think there is some type of agreement to let this bitch practice without getting in trouble . . . sounds about RIGHT!
Texts to My Kids, Even Intercepted . . . Fish Story Proves It!
I have had encrypted messages, that I am sure, my alleged friends, who are all bought off, like ABC, 123, the second I meet them, and become friends, Shelley contacts them, and buys them to fuck me over, and so, I have literally seen the encrypted messages. I have had 5 text messages, and ignore them, wanting to go back later, and they have all disappeared. Well, the fish, story, seemed right along these lines, and the hook has been stuck in my mouth, causing me griefs, for the last few days, knowing, that, something was lost in translation, or my kids, didn't get the version I texted them, and the jealous, mothers and fathers, who all want to claim, my cool, sweet, non-assuming smart kids, loving children, doing the best they can, given the fact that their families were infiltrated, long ago, leaving them with a choice of their mother or their spouse and children, not a hard one! But, about, a week ago, on Monday, I believe, I wrote about the flying Asian carp, that I saw, on Caught on Camera, Wet and Wild, segment of the wild, flying fish, that, were migrating to the Great Lakes, or somewhere, and on their way through Georgia, were caught on TV camera by two outdoors enthusiasts, and the whole thing was the strangest and funniest thing I had ever seen, about fishing. Sometimes, my kids read my blog, mainly Chris and Elliot, maybe Kat, Dallas, George, the girls are too busy taking care of their kids and doing mom stuff.
But, given the fact, that, I have gleaned an interest in fishing, only because, Chris, has tried, purchased waders and all the river gear to fly fish, but tells me, that the fish are never where he is, and therefore, he always comes back empty handed. So, last Spring, I attended a couple of Snappy Sportsman fishing seminars and wrote some pretty funny stuff on fishing, that wet crazy and was wildly popular on my blog . . . I am sure, claimed by Kay or Shelley, or the bitch fuckers, who no more want to fish that fly to the moon, other than, Rachel, who, has spent her time, trying to be me, and get more outdoorsy, to hang with Kay, or Kennedy, or appear to be, the woman, who loves the country, simple life, even changing her family photos, to reflect that side of the material girl, raised and going to high school, in the 80's, wanting diamonds, and a red Mercedes before she became the trophy wife of Christian Hickey! Rachel, hooked up with an old high school, bow, she never would have dated, but for being dumped by Chris! But, Kay is to be a Jerry Owens look-a-like, and Rachel, is re-enacting my relationship with Jerry, so she and Kay, can be one of the many layers of couples, claiming to be MY KIDS' PARENT! WHAT A JOKE! Rachel's kids are as materialistic as Rachel, like mother like kids, she buys their love! I send my kids, texts, about funny stuff, that relates to their lives, like the fish!
Chris Was All Curious, And Got Every Detail, Of, The Series Name and the Name of the Fish, Flying Asian Carp!
So, I call Chris to ask him, if he got snowed on, like they did in Denver, and to tell him about the fish, thinking, both he and Y, would get a kick out of the flying fish! Chris seemed really interested and was anxious to look up the fish. While I was sending Chris a text, I decided that all my kids, or at least their kids, my grand kids, would find these flying carp, funny and interesting, if not encourage them to either fish or not want to . . . Yuri, loves to fish and we used to discuss the big ass, carp, in the ponds, near his old house in Ashburn City, so, I thought, all the kids, would dig it. So, all of the sudden, I get a text back from Chris, acting like he had seen a hundred or tons of those funny fish? What, if you had seen them, you would have known, and just told me on the phone. A few minutes, later, I got a very, curt, and short, text, saying that, her kids, also had seen these crazy fish? I thought, perhaps, George, or Kat, someone had read my blog, since, I had written about the carp, days earlier, but, both, answers, struck me as strange, and so NOT my kids, nor the way they would respond!
I am sure, that as precise as I had been, telling them, that these were flying Asian carp, they would have referred to them as carp, flying fish, Asian fish, or something, like what I had put in the text? For some reason, I thought, someone, intercepted, either the outgoing messages, and wrote back, acting like the fish were no big deal, even the one from Chris, on Y, who is the most curious and fun, almost 3 year old, who would have loved the fish, and the text, sounded like, she just wasn't interested, which is not Y! You see, I don't have to bribe my kids, buy them, even buy them, presents, just something fun, something, that makes them know, I am thinking of them, like the fishing, since Chris and I have talked about it, is enough. I am sure, that Kay, or Shelley, or Rachel, all vying to be, my children's mothers, because their own kids are shits, because their mothering was shit, probably only have a relationship built on money! So, something so simple as a fun text, would blow their minds, and make them jealous, or intercept it and send it to them, as if they wrote the blog, or watched the funny flying Asian carp! My kids, know, I have a fear of carp, and fish, and have my whole life, so this would be funny, even more fun, for them, knowing, my fear of especially carp!
Big Fish Story is Mine, So is the Funny Blog . . . Going to Drop a Line, and After the Seminars, Feeling Like I Needed a $50,000 Fishing Boat, and $2,000 in Fishing Gear!
Spring Has Sprung . . . I Am A Hero, Catch the Mob, and You Can Be One Too! Happy Fishing . . . Lying Shits!
P.S., I am the ONLY Southwick girl, who was on drill team! Rachel, is 7 years younger, graduated, in like 1980, not 1973, when I did! Don't confuse, her, she is trying to be me, but she has a wider face, slanted eyes, and she is bigger. I don't think she was on one thing, extra-curricular, activities.
