Wednesday, August 10, 2016

HELL'S ANGELS BULLDOG BASH! BARRACUDA ESSENTIALS. A DIFFERENT KIND OF TRUTH. RELATIVITY. JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF YOUR MIND--DARK MIND. REBEL BABBLE. I LOVE YOU SO. YOUR JUST A DIRTY WHITE BOY. ANGEL HARLEM. HELL'S ANGELS--AS CLOSE AS WE GET TO AN AMERICAN MAFIA? OR JUST A MOTORCYCLE CLUB? MAYBE A BIKER GANG? WARWICKSHIRE, ENGLAND. MEGAN WANTS A MILLIONAIRE. A.J. CASTING A KILLER. REJECTION & LOSS, IN FRONT OF A MILLION OR MORE VIEWERS, A RECEIPE FOR DISASTER! JASMINE BECAME AN "OBJECT OF HIS EGO" . . . SHE HAD WEALTHY FRIENDS, WHO HAD ESTATES, SHE DROVE A FAST CAR, KILLER BODY, SHE REINVENTED WITH BREAST IMPLANTS, MEN WANTED HER, ALL WANTED THE PRETTY GIRL ON THEIR ARMS . . . SHE BECAME A REMEDY FOR HIS BRUISED EGO! MEN CAN ALSO BELIEVE IN THE FAIRY TALE, THE ALL AMERICAN GIRL, THEY CAN PLAY ROLES AND FORCE THEIR WOMEN TO PLAY ONE ALSO, SOMETIMES TO LINES BETWEEN FANTASY AND REALITY BLUR TO THE POINT THAT THE FANTASY, BECOMES THEIR REALITY.

HELL'S ANGELS, THE AMERICAN MAFIA

I think, that many of us, fail to realize, that often biker gangs, like the Hell's Angels, are considered worldwide gangs, that due to their secrecy, silence, and devotion to the members of the biker gang or club, we know little of their activities, goals, desired reasons for forming and for staying in existence and power.  I just watched a true crime episode, of a biker, leaving a weekend biker's rally, in England, the Bulldog Bash, was riding back with his gang after the yearly festivities, and was gunned down, while on his bike, and on the freeway, in an assassination, by rival gang members, the Outlaws.  The incident, left the dead biker in the middle of the freeway, his bike, continuing on, for 100 yards, resting in a field, while he lay dead, as his gang members, strip him of the biker emblems and patches on his leather vest.  Although, his biker, was riding with his gang, and he was surrounded on all sides, when he was shot in the head, none of the members of the gang would talk to police, nor state what they had seen.  There was a huge funeral, with both members of the American Hell's Angels, joining their British chapter.  This man, even kept his membership in this gang, to himself, and even his own mother didn't know, he was a biker club member, until, it was too late and he was gunned down, being shot in the head, by a car with several rival gang members, who then shot, at this loan rider, and no one else.  Apparently, the Outlaw gang, didn't think, the rivals, the Hell's Angels, respected their turf, and held their bash on hostile territory; therefore, to show the HA's who was boss of the ground, the party was held on, they randomly, chose a biker, and shot him, taking out the dude and stopping the freeway traffic for hours, while the police investigated, with little success, other than to find several bullets, and one, that seemed lodged in part of the other gang's vehicle.

Police put 6 members of the Outlaw gang under strike surveillance, and learned who the leaders where, why they did what they did, and who was directly involved in the murder or assassination.  In true biker fashion, all refused to speak, just saying they didn't know . . . eventually, one of the 6 committed, the unpardonable crime, of being a snitch, and he told the cops, why they did it, and that he was responsible for the whole mess--the cops, knew, that all the other men were also involved and it was just not that simple, so all were charged, and when the gang came to town to support, their members and leadership, the entire town, stood in awe and fear of this motorcycle club, if you will, their skulls, leathers, labels, patches, and their brotherhood.  Eventually, all were found guilty of conspiring to murder the rival biker, and they did a bad job, of covering their tracks.  After all had been punished and sentenced, and as they were walked to the prison by guards, one of the six, turned on the rat, and threatened him, that he had not seen the last of him, using intimidation and violence to let him, know, he was going to make him pay for what he had done, turning all of them in.  The lone guy, was put in a special, more isolated part of the prison, to be their for28 years.  The reason, I bring this up, about the biker gangs, is that, they are a key and significant part, of my case also with biker interaction, weaving and rivalries, mixed in with all the music, money, murders, and mayhem!  I wanted to list for you, reader, investigators and cops, hoping to lead this to prosecution and trial, for the guilty parties, so here we go:

MYSTERIOUS UNDERBELLY OF AMERICA, THE BIKER WORLD

Different biker gigs, that either intersect with me personally, with my cases, my kid's music, God's Revolver, easy rowdy, raucous music, that bikers love, or tangentially, touch this case, through Shelley, my rival, her work with the Utah Attorney Generals Office, after I had worked as an assistant attorney general, on to lovers, to egos, to the use of doubles, who have now, become, essentials to this criminal enterprise and an intricate part of the plans, the plays, players, and partakers of the booty or bounty.  I am just going to do this, the most efficient and affective way, I think, might portray, key players and issues, that come into play in this very, very, complicated case, that spans the globe!
  • I believe that as part of the deal, when Shelley was charged with securities fraud, by the state of Utah, along with my father, five times, she was ordered to get involved with then, attorney general, Jan Graham's Children's Justice Centers, and my former boss, replaced by Mark Shurtleff, a former friend and colleague of mine, was also, involved, in the transition, between, Shelley's case, charges, penalties, which, I believe, included, some community service, and that was determined to be, working on the justice centers, which later, led Shelley, to interact, with community leaders in Cache county, but to also, work with BACA or Bikers Against Child Abuse . . . she had one friend, a guy named Mike, but I can't remember his last name, he and I had a small personal thing, but, I wasn't really into it, but, when all this comes together, you, might see, the multiplying effects of this involvement, in both, my sister's work and life and mine, as things are twisted and weaved together, to allow, Shelley to steal my identity and for her son, Isaac, to do the same with Elliot's music!
  • jump forward, from me believing I was dying at the time, I met Mike, to me, going a back and practicing law, with a client, Allan Rex Bess, who sported tattoos, from the Vagos biker gang, considered one of the most dangerous gangs in America . . . now, Allan, claims to have, just ridden with the biker club, but who know, he was considered a total bad ass, for some reason, and when the cops arrested him, on the case I worked and represented him on, my friend, heard on her truck CB, that there were cops surrounding 4 blocks, and all streets covered, so his arrest made some splash in this sleepy town of Parowan, Utah.  Now, the first time, Allan, met me, he told all his jail mates he was going to marry his attorney.  I smiled, and none of the inmates in the Iron County Correctional Facility, or the jail, believed him, nor did I, but he had been a cowboy and Marine, in addition to his biker days, and I have always, had some attraction for slightly bad boys . . . there is just enough good in them, and just enough bad in me, that, in that one area, we are attracted to each other, but other than that, the whole thing is a puzzle to me.
  • two of Allan's best friends, Joe and Joe, was this guy's son's name, whom I also defended, but, I defended Allan, got him off 45 years in prison for attempted homicide, really a cop set up, with a woman, who, was a black widow, who had several dead husbands, including a deputy sheriff, but she would find, alcoholics, with a lot of money, crush pills, then, mix them with their food and drink!  But, Joe and Allan's best friend, oh, Tony, built custom made biker machines, and together these two men, were on the cover of like biker magazine for creating a wicked bike, called, Twisted Sister, and they toured all over the country with this bike.  I also, defended, Joe, against the Mexican mafia, in a case, that Joe was forced to wear a wire, when a deal, for drugs or something was cut with a mafia member . . . Joe was forced to testify, I told him to plead the 5th, but he was threatened by the judge and the prosecutors, if he didn't testify, they were going after Joe's daughter, for marijuana or meth possession and she was just getting ready to graduate from veterinarian school, or she had been accepted.  Joe was forced into a corner and had to testify, and I saw this mafia member's sister and mother, put out a hit on Joe right in court, I freaked, followed them out, the prosecutors, tried to block me from giving Joe, who asked me to attend court, advice . . . I eventually, wrote a 14 page brief, to protect Joe, telling these very proud, Hispanics, that, Joe had a choice to testify or turn his daughter over to the cops and prosecutors . . . and to the credit of the drug dealer and his family, they respected him for protecting his daughter!  There is at least honor among, drug dealers, he took the wrap and went to prison and didn't seek revenge, on Joe; however, right after that, Joe went to work with the new police chief, who was brought in to protect the government men, against me!
  • Allan Rex Bess, aka, Frank, allegedly of Interpol, the government look-alike, who was brought in, to help Shelley, take over my identity and stop all these cases, especially, my appeal, on the Tristan Lameroeaux case, involving, the Hell's Angels vs. Aryan Nation Groups, working with the FBI and Marines, in cutting a deal, between the two rival gangs, one with All American ideals, the Angels, and the others, all the arms of the Aryan Nations gangs, Sons of Anarchy, neo-Nazi's, other white power groups, sympathizers and supremacists.  I half wonder, if Frank, who claimed to be a government infiltrator, into the biker gangs, like claiming he was involved in a shoot out, at the Hell's Angel's Mansion, with Sunny Barger, whom Tristan claimed was his grandfather, back in the days when, the Aryan Nations had their headquarters in Zion's National Park!  The REAL, Allan Rex Bess, had a picture of Misty, Tristan's wife, whom he was framed, and said to have killed her, met Tristan in jail, and the two, kind of bonded, because of Allan's tats of the Vago's, and Tristan's Christian Brotherhood tattoos!  But a marked distinction and difference that lead me to firmly believe, that Frank was Allan's killer along with Shelley, but, Frank, said, that Tristan was guilty, and Allan was going to help me with the case, until he was murdered!  The thought just hit me, that, Frank, my, have been a rival gang member of Allan's, and he could have hated Sonny Barger, Tristan's grandfather, and leader of the Hell's Angels!  Two of my three plaintiffs in the Cheek case, for $56.7 million against Iron County, given to Shelley, who claimed my work, after I left for Montana, in fear of my life, with Shelley being seen in court, wearing a wig and pretending to be me . . . but, I did not know, until Tristan was in prison, that Haylee Cheeks, and Travis Braun, and most likely, Shane Clark, were all into white power, as were Misty and Dennis Cheeks!  Frank was German, and hated President Obama with a passion, party politics, one of the reasons to get rid of me, and put Shelley or Rachel in, as me, but in pure Republican form, rather than the constitutional law attorney, who could swing both ways!  This angle is worth looking into, and needs deeper, discovery!  I think, I was only seeing the tip of the iceberg, on what, was really going on behind the scenes, with global gangs, and me in the middle!  Once, Frank and I, were up at Duck Creek, Utah, and a group of biker bitches and I struck up a conversation, and they had been at Laughlin, when I think the Vagos and Hell's Angels, or someone got into a gun fight, and one person died, and two men went to prison, the chicks, asked me if I would represent, one of the guys in prison . . . Frank, made himself, scarce, and later, told me that due to his, involvement as a government infiltrator, he would rather I didn't take the case, because he was afraid, someone might recognize him!  There was a very notorious, Aryan Nations, dude, Alger, or something like that, who, allegedly shot and killed, a prison guard, who was taking him to a dentist appointment, and this dude, with a skin head and his whole face tattooed, said he would make me famous, if I represented him, like he wanted me to do . . . he was on TV news all the time, a sight to see for sure, claimed that, the other guard, actually shot Anderson, when Alger, tried to escape?
  • then, I think, my next involvement, was with James Kennedy, and almost before to told me his name, he was telling me, these brutal, stories of the way, biker dudes treated their woman, like, allowing all 12 members of the biker gang at a bar one night, rape his wife, or the other guy, who put a dog collar on his wife, nude, put her in a dog kennel, and then shot her!  I said, am I suppose to be impressed by this?  Bikers exploit women, use and abuse them, and treat them like property!  James didn't talk much, after that first night, when I told him, I would not be one of his biker bitches!  LOL!  He told me that all the Kennedy boys, cousins, were, all either bikers, or feds . . . he told me his mother, a preacher, had, 9 children, most boys, and four of them were bikers!  But, I have not seen, James for a year and a half, or so, it seems, he may have come to the bridge, in Missoula, I thought I saw him, at least on three occasions?  I am sure, that I am a whole different type woman, than, bikers and James are used to dealing with!  LOL!  Kennedy had this sweatshirt on with a very volumptuous woman, with six shooters in her hands . . . probably more his speed!  I told him, I would never, go topless, sit on the back of a bike, and try to catch, hot dogs in my mouth, while my breasts, jiggle all over the place as men cheer!  No response!

CASTING A KILLER, TV REALITY SHOW . . . MEGAN WANTS A MILLIONAIRE!

This is another, true crime episode, in this one, there is this, smooth mover, good looking, guy from a rich family up in Canada, who comes to Hollywood, to claim his fame and his fortune.  He gets, selected and cast, to play one of the bachelors, on the TV show, Megan Wants a Millionaire . . . and lover boy, claimed he was a millionaire, while wooing her one the show.  Megan, was a hot blonde, but seemed very level headed, and she narrowed the field of millionaires, down to the final three, of which our Canadian con man was one; however, bound and determined to win the contest and Megan's heart, Ryan, was trying to be with her, separate and beside the show, and saying he loved her, wanted to marry her, and have Megan, have his babies, blah, blah, blah.  When it came down to selecting, the final two, out of three, giving one the boot, Ryan's wealthy father came down, to the show, but Megan, seeing through the con, more and more, with her friends, also, thinking he was a player, advised her, to steer clear, and so, she cut him from the program!  So, rejection and loss, in front of the whole viewing audience!  That was very humiliating and Ryan didn't take it well, so when, Jasmine, a beautiful, blonde, busty, bombshell, and model, met Ryan, this woman, who learned to reinvent herself, starting with her body, found that men were hanging all over her, just wanting to be seen with her, and her huge ass boobs, with all guys drooling over her . . . she was just the woman, to fill the void of Megan, and to be a nice trophy, for Ryan to wear, on his arm. 

Now, both, Ryan and Jasmine, relied on their looks, to get ahead in life, and they used these physical charms to lure each other.  Ryan again, telling Jasmine that he had a lot of money, but when it came to paying for anything, Jasmine, paid, because, Ryan, could not get a hold of his assets in Canada for this reason or that.  The two, in this whirlwind of a romance, based on their hot looks, and fueled by Ryan's recent TV exposure, it was a match made in heaven for about two weeks after the rushed marriage, and hell, within three weeks.  Jasmine, started to see, that Ryan, who was taking, dirty pictures of her, and exploiting his new toy, all over the internet, being seen with the busty, beautiful blonde, was loving life, and his wife, at least until she started to lose interest, in his promised, $10,000 per month, allowance!  Jasmine had an old, really rich boyfriend she started to hook up with again, and she was going to file for an annulment on the marriage!  The two fought all the time, and separated, for a while, when Ryan, as luck would have it, was offered another position, on another TV, reality show, that promised the winner, a quarter of a million dollars, which, Ryan is said to have won.  The two get back together, and have a second honeymoon, that was also, short lived.  The couple took what was to be, a romantic getaway, to rekindle their romance, but while Ryan was playing Black Jack, or gambling, Jasmine was texting her old rich boyfriend! 

When Ryan saw the texts, he went nuts and beat, Jasmine really bad, and eventually murdered her!  Ryan went on the run, and authorities, who linked him to the murder, through surveillance tapes, finally, hung himself, before he was caught!  This man, was kind of the opposite sex, man version of, Cinderella or some other fairy tale, where the man gets his beautiful princess and they live happily ever after, with money, fame, good looks, and are seen, as they were, as having it all, that is until he killed her and took his own, life!  Ryan, was living in a fantasy land, and when he didn't get the first blonde beauty, he went for the next one he met, whom, didn't even know her long enough, to get her name, almost!  But, tons of guys wanted her, so that was a lure for him, and he got her!  Until his true colors started to show, and then, actually both, partners, had meltdowns, but she had a sugar daddy and he only had her!  It didn't work out very well for either of them!  Pretend for a second, that, Megan, is me, with 10 or so guys to choose from, and they all want her, but she is picky, and rejects all but one, and she does it in front of EVERYONE in TV land!  One of the problems with surveillance, is it seems to me, and I can't substantiate this, other than through antidotes, but, I think the top cops, that I have been with, or the bikers, or the handsome con men, were playing to their friends, so, when, this former, hot attorney, now, at the time, going to die, but still, a trophy for any cop, who knew my history of kicking cops around, would be considered, hot shit, so when I got smart, and rejected the boyz in blue, with huge ass egos, and tons of women, who wanted them, rejection from a dying woman, and former, hero to some, and villain to others, cops, mainly, getting trashed in front of their fellow cops, was more than they could stand . . . it is second nature, to strike out at those who hurt us, or who, seem insensitive to our feelings, and then leave us, but worse, when, you are expecting the woman, now, not up to former, looks and glory, but, still a catch, then, rejects Mr. Casanova, or Romeo!

Not a Pretty Sight!  Men With Power, Can Make Your Life a Living Hell!  They Turn, to the Women, Who Can Hurt You Back the Worst . . . Take the Classic Case of Domestic Violence, and Put it on a National or International Stage, and You Get The Picture!

GOOD LOOKS, CAN BE A MASK, OR TICKET TO THOUGHTS OF FAST, MONEY, FAME, POWER, AND ATTRACTION BY AND TO, THE OTHER SEX, AS REALITY TV, THAT MADE OVERNIGHT STARS, CAN DO, BUT, GENERALLY, THE LOOKS FADE, OR, THAT LEADS TO JEALOUSY, RAGE, AND IN THIS CASE DEATH, WHEN, REJECTION AND LOSS, COMBINE!


LYIN' THIEVES ARE ALREADY ON MY NEW COMPUTER!  ACCESS, ACCESS, ACCESS . . . SPELL CHECK NOT WORKING AND I JUST PUBLISHED, AND IT WENT STRAIGHT OFF THE BLOG, RATHER THAN BEING LISTED IN MY 1119 OTHER BLOGS!


Tuesday, August 9, 2016

GOLDIE LOX. ROCK & FIRE WITH THE HOME TEAM! WE MOVE ASS, SO WE CAN KICK YOUR ASS! RELENTLESS STING OPS, NOW ONE AT GOOD FOOD STORE, MISSOULA, MONTANA! THREE AGENTS: (1) ONE AT THE TABLE NEXT TO THE WINDOWS, REDDISH ORANGE SHIRT, SHORTS, VERY AVERAGE MORMON, MARRIED GUY, GOLD WEDDING BAND, SANDALS, BACKPACK, AND APPLE COMPUTER . . . LOOKED OVER AT ME, AND FREAKED WHEN HE SAW ME SEE HIM STARING AT ME; (2) AGENT 2 WEARING A BRIGHT GREEN AND BLUE STRETCH SHIRT, SHORTS, SHORT ALMOST SALT AND PEPPER HAIR, A BIT MORE MUSCLUAR THAN OTHER DUDE, LOOKED MORE LIKE A HIKER, BUT, TOO SUIT LOOKING FOR MONTANA! (3) AGENT 3, PLAID SHIRT, RED, MAINLY, LEVI'S, NICE MORMON LOOKING GUY, I THINK RUNNING SHOES, LIGHT BROWN OR DISHWATER BLONDE HAIR, NOTICED THE RED COMUTCHA JUICE, AND I THINK SOME TYPE OF PASTA SALAD . . . I NOTICED HIM SIT DOWN NEXT TO ME, GLANCE QUICKLY ACROSS AT AGENT 2, AS AGENT 3, STARTED TO MOVE TOWARD THE WATER CONTAINER OR THE GARBAGE OR TRASH, NEAR THE DOOR . . . SHORTLY BEFORE THAT, SOME CHICK, WEARING AN ORANGE STRETCH JACKET, BLONDE HAIR, YOGA PANTS, RAN THROUGH THE RAIN, TO HER RED TRUCK, SO SMART, FAMOUS COLORS! I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE RUNNING, SO I WAITED, BUT, WHEN I SAW THE STORM CLOUDS FORMING INSIDE AND OUTSIDE THE PLACE, DECIDED I BETTER GET UP, AND PACK UP, TO THE CONSTERNATION OF THE BOYZ! JUST THEN, A MTS TRUCK, OR MITT'S SIGN, IN THE SERVICE OF, PROBABLY FROM WRITING THAT MITT WAS GETTING 12% OF THE MO VOTE IN REPUBLICAN UTAH, BEING ONE OF THE 4 OR SO, REPUBLICAN SURROGATES FOR SUBBGING IN FOR TRUMP, GIVING VOTERS AN ALTERNATIVE! ALL THESE AGENTS, WORKING FOR ALL THESE DIFFERENT ENTITIES, RELENTLESS PURSUIT OF ME, PROTECTING THE MORMON BITCH AND BASTARD SQUADS OF LIARS, THIEVES AND MURDERERS, IF NOT SERIAL KILLERS! MY CRIMES, EXPOSING THEM . . . THE PROBLEM WITH THE "FRATERNAL ORDER OF THE POLICE" AND THIS NEW "UNIFIED POLICE FORCE" IS THERE USED TO BE SOME COMPETITIOIN, SO DISDAIN FOR OTHER BRANCHES OF LAW ENFORCEMENT, BUT NO MORE, NO MORE JURISDICTIONAL BATTLES, NO MORE AUTHORITARIAN DEBATES OF THE TYPES OF CRIMES, OR WHERE THE CRIMES WERE COMMITTED, OR IF THERE WERE ANY CRIMES COMMITTED AT ALL, AS IN MY CASE, BUT, LIKE FIGHTING WITH HISPANIC STREET GANGS, IF YOU PICK A FIGHT WITH ONE, YOU GET THEM ALL, BROTHERS, FATHERS, COUSINS, ETC.! OH, WELL, WHAT ELSE IS NEW? I FORGOT TO MAKE A COMMENT OR TWO . . . ONE OF THE THINGS, I DID, INITIALLY RESPECT ABOUT JAMES KENNEDY, REAL OR FAKE, WAS, HE TOOK THE TIME, TO LOOK AT AND READ MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE! I TOLD HIM, I HAD GONE TO LAS VEGAS, GOT DISSED BY MY COUSIN, EDWARD, WHO IS ON THE COPS, FAMILY SIDE, WHO LEFT ME FOR THE BLACK HIT MAN, WEARING $300 SHOES, AND A TICKET COP, MAKING SURE THAT EVERYONE, IN THAT SEEDY PART OF TOWN, HANGING AT THE BUS STATION, HAD A TICKET, WHICH I DIDN'T BECAUSE, I WAS PLANING ON STAYING FOR A WHILE! WHEN EDWARD DID A NO SHOW, AND WITH NOWHERE ELSE TO GO IN VEGAS, I JUST TURNED AROUND, AND PURCHASED ANOTHER TICKET EITHER TO ST. GEORGE, UTAH WHERE MY DAUGHTER LIVES, OR BACK TO MONTANA . . . I CAME DOWN AT EDWARDS, INSISTENCE, AND PUT COMING OFF FOR MONTHS, THEN, HE LEAVES ME AT THE BUS TERMINAL? VERY SUSPICIOUS? IN RETROSPECT, EVEN THOUGH, JAMES LOOKED AT MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE, AND ALSO, CHECKED OUT THE BUS TICKETS I HAD, THAT CLEARLY SHOWED, THAT i WENT DOWN ONE DAY AND TURNED AROUND AND CAME RIGHT BACK UP, OH, TO THE BUTTE RESCUE MISSION WHERE I MET KENNEDY, HE LOOKED, BUT HE DID NOT SEE, HE HEARD BUT DID NOT BELIEVE, WHEN BLACK IS WHITE AND BLACK IS WHITE, A SIGN OF THE TIMES! WHEN I BECOME RACHEL, AND RACHEL WAS SARAH PALIN . . . END OF TIMES FOR SURE! LIES, RUMORS OF LIES, AND MORE LIES! LOVE GOD! LOVE OTHERS! LOVE TRUTH! HONESTY IS ALWAYS THE BEST POLICY! I AM SO GLAD THAT I AM A WOMAN, AND DON'T HAVE TWO HEADS TO THINK WITH! LOL! THAT CAN GET YOU IN A SHIT LOAD OF TROUBLE! FIRED I HOPE, PRISON TOO, AND MAYBE RACHEL AND YOU CAN WEAR, MATCHING ORANGE JUMPSUITS AND HAVE CONJUGAL VISITS! LOL!

OLYMPIC SMACKDOWN! LILY KING--QUEEN OF CLEAN, TRASH TALKING TOP RUSSIAN SWIMMER, BUT DOPER, WON THE GOLD, SHOWING OPPONENT YOU DON'T HAVE TO CHEAT TO WIN! PERFECT CATCH. MOUNTAIN GROWLER. DREAMCATCHER. NITRITE. EARLY BIRD. FUEL, NOT FASHION. ANIMAL CRACKERS. SERIOUSLY. POP SECRET. MINIS. ENJOY YOUR PASSION. FRESH BAKED PIZZA. FREAKY FAST. FREAKY FRESH. SOUR THEM SWEET. PRESIDENTIAL HOPEFUL, FOR ALL OF US, HILLARY CLINTON, UP 7 TO 17 POINTS IN NATIONAL POLLS! THE MEDIA ELECTED TRUMP OUT OF THE 16 GOP CANDIDATES, NOT THE TRUMPSTER'S STELLAR PERFORMANCES . . . $2 BILLION WORTH OF FREE PRESS, AH, DO YA THINK? WE ARE JUST GETTING TO THE "REAL" TRUMP, ANOTHER PASTY, FAT, WHITE GUY, OLD FASHIONED, BIGOTED, RACIST AND SEXIST, UNFOLDS HIS ALLEGED, NEW EARTH SCATTERING ECONOMIC PLAN, JUST THE RYAN REPUBLICAN MANTRA OF THE BUSHES, AND GOP CANDIDATES IN THE LAST 20 YEARS! TAX CUTS FOR THE RICH, KILL DEATH TAX, THAT ONLY BENEFITS, PEOPLE WHO HAVE ESTATES OVER $5 MILLION, NOT YOU AND I, AND CHILD CARE BENEFITS, THAT DO NOTHING FOR THOSE WHO ARE STRUGGLING WITH MINIMUM WAGES OR BARELY SURVIVING! NICE! NOT! TRUMP THE CANDIDATE TO TAKE ON THE ESTABLISHMENT? NO, HE IS THE EPITOMY OF THE GOP ESTABLISHMENT, AND HE IS NOW READING FROM THEIR SCRIPTS! TAX CUTS: 12, 23, 33! HIS ECONOMIC PLAN WILL ADD BILLIONS IF NOT TRILLIONS TO THE DEBT! REP. SUSAN COLLINS, (R. ME.) DISAFFECTING FROM THE REPUBLICAN NOMINEE: (1) MAKING FUN OF DISABLED REPORTER; (2) ATTACKING THE LEGAL AND JUDICAL INTEGRITY OF HISPANIC SURNAME JUDGE; (3) FINAL STRAW, GOING AFTER GOLD STAR MUSLIM FAMILY! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! SUSAN'S GOT BALLZ! NOT SURE OF THE OLD GUARD, GOP BULLZ? 50 TOP REPUBLICAN, NATIONAL SECURITY ADVISERS, ADD THEIR NAMES TO THE LIST OF PEOPLE WORRIED ABOUT THE TEMPERAMENT OF DONALD J. TRUMP, BAITED BY A TWEET, HAVING HIS HAND OF THE NUKE BUTTON! WHAT IF THE BROMANCE BETWEEN THE DONALD AND THE VLADIMERE, GOES SOUTH? WWIII? NO THANKS! UTAH THE REDDEST OF THE RED STATES, SPLITTING THE VOTE, WHAT 5 WAYS: (1) HILLARY; (2) TRUMP; (3) 12% VOTING FOR WORN OUT DISH RAG, MITT; (4) GARY JOHNSON, LIBERATAIRAIN PARTY; (5) NEW DUDE, MCCALLEN? OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT . . . I WOULD SAY, THAT HILLARY WILL TAKE THE STATE, WITH THE 60% REPUBLICANS IN THE STATE, VOTING GOING BETWEEN 4 CANDIDATES! GOOD ON YOU, UTAH! DO THE MATH! LOL! I KEEP THINKING, I OUGHT TO GIVE UP MY BLOG? PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE, BODY OVER MIND, RATHER THAN, SPENDING MY MORNINGS HANGING OUT IN COOL COFFEE SHOPS, LIKE LIQUID PLANET, WHERE I HAD BREAKFAST, OR THE BREAK ESPRESSO CAFE', AND NOW THE NEW DISCOVERY, AFTER MY NAMESAKE, 'WILD JOE'S COFFEEHOUSE" THIS DIET COKE DRINKER, BLOGGER EXTRAORDINAIRE, AND TRUE CRIME BUFF, DECIDED, THAT, I WOULD USE MY TIME, SWIMMING, BIKING, HIKING, AND LIFTING, TONING AND FIRMING, SO I LOOK LIKE THE MOTHER, MY KIDS, USED TO LOVE, AND REMEMBER, THE JOGGER OF 10 YEARS, ALWAYS FIT, UNTIL THE GOVERNMENT, GOT A HOLD OF ME, THEN, MADE VANITY FAIR, AND REPLACED ME WITH, SKINNY, FAKE BOOBED, LOONEY, HOT MESSES! LOL! THAT IS LIKE REPLACING TRASHY LIBRARIAN, SARAH PALIN, AKA, SIS RACHEL, NOW AKA, ME, THINNER VERSION, WITH EITHER THE "REAL" ME, OR SEC. OF STATE, HILLARY CLINTON! LOL! YEAH, IT IS THAT RIDICULOUS! IF THIN, IS IN, THEN, THIS FLUFFY CHICK, BETTER GET "BACK" IN SHAPE . . . YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD ENOUGH TO BEAT THE OTHER TEAM, MYSELF, AKA 6 BITCHES PRETENDING TO BE ME, AND THE REFS TOO, WHOM, IT APPEARS TO BE, THE FUCKING COPS, OR MEN! SCREAM! MY PEER GROUP, IS HILLARY, LORETTA, SONJIA, AND KAGEN . . . NOT QUIT RUTH GINSBERG! LOL! SMART CHICKS ARE THE NAME OF THE GAME FOR THIS BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK BLOG, BUT HEY, I AM A LOOKER TOO, JUST NEED TO SHED SOME FLUFF, AND THIS GAL CAN KICK BASS AND TRASH ASS! MY WEEKEND . . . YEAH, THAT WAS ME IN BOZEMAN! I WILL PROVE . . .

CATSTAIL or CATS TELL

While we are on the subject of weight, one of the qualifications for being a CIA agents, is to be light on your feet, so you can, sneak around corners, unnoticed, climb up stairs, without getting winded, or making the floorboards, creak, so you, have to stay within the recommended weight for the average person, not obese or overweight, according to the new weight carts . . . now, I am not a member of the military, who does this too, cops do it, fat cats will be made dog catchers, the FBI and CIA, all look at weight, seeing that as a great, measure of discipline, control, and professionalism, so my question is, why in the fucking hell, have I beat the shit out of your skinny asses, time and time again, day after day, week after week, month after month, and now, year after year, ditching, ducking, running, hiding, escaping, fleeing and frying your asses, every time, like I did this weekend, going from Missoula, Montana, to Bozeman, Montana and back to Missoula, upsetting one sting op after another?  Explain, that one to me, is it that, weight, has absolutely nothing to do with smart, with cunning, with strategic, intelligence, nor counter-intelligence, really has jack shit to do with about anything!  I beat the unified police force this weekend, from CIA, Russian double agents, to FBI roommies, in room 12, Treasure State Hostel, to helicopter cops, sheriffs, local cops and about four undercover, narc cops, traveling with me, going back to Missoula, last night, via Jefferson Bus Lines!  I told about, my first, day, and the Russian CIA dude, who did what ALL undercover agents do, they make the first and initial contact, because, if it were left up to me, there would be NO CONTACT!  LOL!  So, picking up where we left off, starting with Sunday night . . . 

FIRST, VERIFIABLE DEBIT CARD RECEIPTS . . . I AM VERY STRATEGIC AND THOUGHTFUL, JUDICIOUS ON THEIR USE, NOT WANTING TO REVEAL WHERE I AM, WHILE PROVING WHERE I AM OR HAVE BEEN!  NOW THAT TAKES BRAINS! NOT BOOBS!

  • leaving Missoula, with one bus going south to Bozeman, and the shuttle, I normally take, going north, to Kalispell or Whitefish, decided I was going to change up on that, and stop in Polson, Montana, and gang out the Indian Rez Resort, the K'quintucket, or however you spell it, overlooking Flathead Lake, only going half way this time for my ZIP TRIP, then returning after a few days . . . now, one, might ask, why I have been doing this, all over the western United States?  To put distance between me and my shadows, or doubles!  God, you are so fucking stupid, I put dates, times, places, that coincide with my money card, ending in 8599, or that series, so you can verify, because, YOU, have the PRISM system access, as to my enemies, the cops, and cunt cops, bitches and bastards, and you are over CRIMINAL LAW CASES AND PROSECUTION, and I can only do, CIVIL LAW!  This is getting old, after doing this for, going on 5 fucking YEARS!  GOD DAMN IT!  Get with it, this is YOUR JOB, DUMB ASSES!  I would not have to get pissed, if you ass wipes, would do your fucking jobs!  Put your cop hags under this type of pressure, relentless pursuit and the REAL QUEEN, will still be ME, fuck, they are hanging out, using MY MONEY, going to spas, expensive vacations, while I am sleeping it grass and dirt, behind, a US Bank, like I did Saturday night!  FUCK, compare apples and apples, not apples and oranges!  DIP SHITS!  On the way down, to Bozeman, I paid the ticket with CASH!  PROOF, NUMB CHUCKS . . . 
    • confirmation #: 9633021201
    • fare paid: $69.00; tax: XX; fee: $2.50 . . . paid for in cash
    • Bozeman/Belgrade, MT, arrival time: 3:30p  12Aug16
      • black helicopter to greet me in the sky; unmarked cop car, young cop, stopped to pull the bus shack door closed . . . I asked him about the city buses, he didn't know the schedule . . . this is a critical part of me being able to ditch the cops' asses ALL the time, I have the lay of the land, in all major Montana cities, under memory, departure and arrival times, etc.  Good to know!
  • 2 other verifiable, purchases, made on my debit card, ending in 8599:
    • Wild Joe's Coffeehouse, for about $4.50 with tip
    • Treasure State Hostel, for roughly $31.50
    • Broadway Store in Flying J, I think I made a purchase with card on purpose?
    • all else except my return bus ticket, paid for with cash!
  •  Jefferson Lines, receipt and itinerary, Bozeman/Belgrade to Missoula:
    • confirmation #: 9655291101
    • fare paid: $52.00 . . . interesting, cover-up? OFFLINE TENANT BC?
    • tax: XX OB/OB
    • fee: NONE?  $2.50 DOC #:  my guess, ticket agent was contacted, told not to have online proof, that I left Bozeman/Belgrade!  Interesting notations on this ticket that I have right in front of me!  LOL!
    • departure: 3:30p 08Aug16
    • arrival: 7:30p 08Aug16 . . . I just realized, well, thought something was up, with the date I left, 12Aug16? . . . it is only, 9Aug16 NOW!  so someone was fucking with the dates on my departure from Missoula to Bozeman/Belgrade too!  Wrong date!  Computer TROLLS . . . this is how they do it baby!
      • I left Bozeman, on the 6:30 AM, Blueline, which was suppose to according to my Stream Line schedule to go straight to the MSU transfer center, where I was to pick up the GREENLINE, which would take me to the Belgrade bus stop!
        • I got the sneaky suspicion, that my two roommates, were two undercover cops, feds of some sort, probably FBI or CIA, well traveled, and seemed particularly interested, in where I spent the night before, when, allegedly both of us, me and them, two dudes, who could not get into the hostel, the previous night
          • they allegedly stayed at a campground, I think they said, within the city limits?  KOA?
          • why would they care, where I stayed the night before, and if I paid, and looked, puzzled, when I told them, just across the street, behind the US Bank . . . oh?
          • this is what led me to believe, things were not as they appeared, just two dudes traveling through, to Beartooth Mountains, Yellowstone, and Glacier National Parks . . . one said, I never knew there were hostels, anywhere but, in Europe?  Bingo, they read my blog, and learned of the Treasure State Hostel, from me writing about it . . . the little, 17 year old, Italian, foreign worker, was fun and friendly, the first night, but the second night, he acted like he had seen a ghost when he talked to me again, and he had, an older, female co-worker, agent, who, got pissed, when, I rang the front door that WAS LOCKED, at the time, I promised I would check in, shortly after 5:00 PM, having had the librarian, on the second floor, contact the hostel, telling this guy, that I would be a bit late, since I had just finished my blog, at the library, remember, I gave my computer away!  This librarian, was thrilled, when I told her, that the reason this clerk at the hostel, spoke in a foreign language, was because he was from Italy . . . she knew some Italian, and wanted to talk to him, I told him to go visit her at the library!
            • the thing about the door, is that, the hostel is left unlocked, UNTIL after 8:00 PM, so I was shocked, when the door was locked, after I called and told the hostel workers I was on my say, not to give up my room . . . LOCKED?
            • I had to ring, and I pushed the door bell, vigorously, seeing that, this was not normal, and I thought . . . let the games begin as normal! She ACTED PISSED, and said, the door was not locked . . . FUCK IT WAS NOT!  Mother fucking AGENT!
            • this bitch was supervising everything, young Italian was doing, and he seemed, shaken in his confidence, with agent standing over his shoulder, probably telling him, that I was on the FBI most wanted list!   
        • I had only been in my room, single bed, that I took, with two beds, bunk, when two 30ish, mountaineer, looking dudes, both handsome, came in and introduced themselves . . . we talked, travels, parks, bears, and attacks . . . they went out to party, I took a shower, then went to bed, by 9:00 . . . I will tell the rest of the story!  LOL!
  • Sleepy Inn Motel, 1427 West Broadway-Missoula, MT  59802, (406)549.6484, Rm., 130
    • $55.00 + $3.85 tax = $58.85 . . . I checked in, roughly 8:00 PM, debit!
    • ordered Pizza Hut delivery . . . cash

 5 GREAT ESCAPES FROM BOZEMAN TO MISSOULA!

Great Escape #1

Someone might, say, but JoAnn, you have no way of proving, that, this was a great escape or even planned at all?  This is where circumstantial evidence comes into play, and cases are won on just this, connecting the dots, taking probabilities, and adding all the totality of the circumstances together, and making some conclusions, based on what, you can observe and verify, with other facts.  Take within the contest of the whole 24 hours, yes, there was tons of evidence to prove this was a sting op, if not, a death trap!
  • Sunday night bizarre behavior of staff, agents, and potential agents . . . when I first asked the pair of guys, if they had been to Yellowstone yet, they both said no, that they had only been to the Beartooth Mountains, I asked them, if they hiked them, NO, strange, look like the type to hike?  Yellowstone?  Not yet.  With one in the room, I said, if you go to Yellowstone, make sure you get to see, Little Grand Canyon, because to me, the raging falls, and rugged terrain, is prettier than the geysers and the hot pots!  He said, oh, yeah, I have been to the falls?  I didn't say anything, but, I thought, on this trip, you were GOING to YELLOWSTONE, had not been their yet?  Things were not adding up, but I didn't say anything . . . my brain is like a computer, noting, and collecting data on them, getting more and more suspicious with each minute.  Me and some other resident professor type for the night, along with the dark haired bearded roommate, got into a discussion about politics, and this dude, the good looking, dumb type, like the FBI and CIA, like, all about image, no brains, could not contribute a thing . . . now, if this dude was there to verify, if I was the blogger, or the flight attendant, alleged twin, sister, he would have got that right off the bat, no questions asked, unless, you are trying to prove the opposite, relying on looks, rather than brains . . . which is a strong suit for me, and gives me away in one short conversation!
  • I didn't know what time it was, but I was sure, that about the time I was ready to get up, waking out of sound sleep, a God Intel, thing, with me wondering what might be up, I heard, the clean shaven dude, stir and look at his phone to check the time . . . going on my data, sheet as strange, seeing, the bars, close at 2:00 AM, so I didn't hear the two come in, and I told them, I sleep like a rock, they could turn on the lights, bring in cops cars, lights and all, and I would not wake up, so I found, it bizarre that dude checked his clock, wondering why.  I laid in bed, not really needing to go to the bathroom, but, wide awake, having gone to bed at 9 PM, I had about all the rest I needed, thinking, that, it must be getting time to get up, or this guy would not have checked his time?  Then, I looked down at the phone, that was flashing on and off, like a warning, so, I got up, gathered up my shit and gear and crept, out of the room . . . 2:00 AM, SHIT!  But, then, while I was going to the bathroom, ready to take a leisurely time putting on my make up, the toilet bowl brush and stand, fell over, which I took as a sign, to get the fuck out of the hostel!  I am always, sadly mistaken and get out by the skin of my teeth, when I don't follow my promptings!  I didn't go directly outside, because, I was not sure of the neighborhood, homeless, or scary dudes, that might be lurking, with the clubs just closing, so, I took a detour, and rather than going directly out the back door into the alley, I went up, the stairs to nowhere, which is where, I took an hour or so, before, sleeping at the US Bank the first night, probably where I ditched the two agents, on the first night too, leaving them to wonder where the fuck I disappeared to?  Another warning, that this is a sting op!  I noticed, that the second, I left the inside of the office at the hostel, pushed my key under the door and left, there was a car, older white bronco or something, almost directly at the back door, right as I would have left . . . SHIT!  So, up the stairs I went, put on my make up, and sat, scratching my bug bitten back, my favorite pass time these days, seeing someone, dumped red hot Mexican jumping bean bugs, in my tramp camp!  LOL!
  • about 4:00 AM, I hear, some commotion, down in the hostel, below me!  Then I heard, what sounded like a thud on the wall, like shit, the ghost is gone again! FUCK!  That was my clue to get the fuck out of the building, which I did, promptly!  I figured that, there was an early morning RAID planned for me, at the hostel, FBI sting op, arrest, disappear, in silence before anyone was awake!  Another, abnormality, I noticed and appreciated, was, the lack of cops, in Bozeman, never saw a cop, no sheriff, or anything, once I left, Belgrade!  I saw sheriffs and cops at the accident coming into Belgrade, the helicopter, and the guy, who shut the bus stop, shack door . . . even with a ton of tourists, and the Sweet Pea Festival going on, no cops?  All things are symbolic, I call, Kay, one of her names, Sweet Pea, as in Sweet Pea, Sewer and Septic!  LOL!  Where the cops told that, Kay was coming to town? not JoAnn? maybe, and since they didn't get me at the start, maybe, the feds took over from that point on, and stopped all cop action, that might alarm me, and send me flying or escaping before, the feds could get the heat on me and whisk me, to some federal detention or death camp, first!  But, the second, I escaped the hostel, I saw my first sheriff . . . I was sitting on the bench, right through the alley, because, I realized it was still only 4:15 AM, and the first bus, did not, leave for another 2 fucking hours!  Oh, another verifying fact, I first went, up to the same, US Bank, close to the hostel, and took out, $300 cash, so I could disappear and not be traced by my money trail, unless I wanted to be traced!  My mug, would be on the cameras, in the bank!  I noticed, two workers, at the building next door, which I found, particularly strange at a strange hour, so I took the money and ran!  With my face and card number, making a trail of my whereabouts I felt a bit more relaxed, but that was a false impression!  But, that makes up, great escape #1.

Great Escape #2

  • after seeing the sheriff, and thinking he might have seen me, just a half a block down, standing up, to leave, I decided to go to the bus station, which was on Black and Mendenhall, and lucky for me, I was on Black, and Mendenhall, was, a half a block, down, not several into the dark streets, like I feared.  There is an Element Hotel, right across from the benches, for the Stream Line bus, on a one-way street, which I marked, so I could monitor traffic, to make sure, there was nothing strange! and there was!
  • I went in to make sure, this was where the buses stopped, so I am probably on the surveillance cameras, on the new, modern looking, hotel, looking like a fish bowl, and the guy, at the desk told me, yeah, the station is right across the street, and the buses, come in the second lane, nearest the station, so I went and sat on the bench, freezing my ass off, thinking, why in the fuck, is it still cold, in AUGUST?  Shit, but luckily, I had a blanket, I bought, at the Butte Bus station, on my travels escaping the cops, just a few weeks earlier, so I cuddled up in that, but I looked very homeless, at that time in the morning, and hoped, that, some asshole, would not call the cops on this freezing waif!  LOL!  No, the cops, all came in, DaySpring Hotel vans!  I am looking about a half a block, across Black where I had just come from . . . sheriff tell the FBI or CIA, boyz, I was sitting on the bench?  I am like shit!  I looked across the street to the hotel, and noticed this small, in cropping, seeing, several dues get out of the vans, and as, some car, came towards me, I ditched in front of it, hoping it was blocking me, and ran for shelter on the other side . . . to my surprise, there was this passageway, just big enough for me, my blanket and backpack to slide through, about a half a block in length, between a auto repair shop wall and the hotel wall, leading to a secret parking lot, attached and fenced in with old cars, that looked like, to took so long to repair, the owners, gave up hope and just left them there!  LOL!  Country time, country repair? old timer's shop!
  • all the sudden, trying to look in the shop windows, thinking I saw a clock on the wall, I noticed the two vans, creep around the corner, near me, as if someone told them, I was at the auto shop, so I ditched back behind the parked cars, and watched them, the watched, always watching the watchers!  I wanted to note, that there is NO DaySpring Hotel, near!  I find this is a trick, that the feds, use, taking service vehicles and acting like they are doing repairs, or whatever; however, these are the vans that take people to and from the airport!  Like I don't know, most guests are not awake yet, nor are these vans, logos and all, not for anything but transporting hotel guests around!  I swear, these fuckers, have thin = smart, fat = dumb, on their minds, so ingrained, that don't think any better than nimwits!  NSA has the spell check off, I am at the law library blogging!  NOTE THAT, IP NUMBERS, BEFORE THESE FUCKS SCAN MY WORK! INTO THEIR COMPUTER IP #'S!  Originally, I see, two vans, or so I thought, down the street, and two went by, but, one followed, shortly thereafter, long enough wait for me to come back out, or cross the street . . . I noticed the two, doing a "U" turn, or so it seemed, facing back towards me . . . so I tripped back through the dead car graveyard, and slide back through the secret passageway, between the two buildings . . . I didn't go directly, back to the bus bench, I first slide in front of the hotel, sat between a bunch of motorcycles, where I could not be seen . . . I noticed the clock on, the pure barre lift, tone, and whatever, new fad in keeping fit, craz! it was still only 5:30 AM!  Scream . . . freezing!  I moved, over to the next bench, jealous of the young, fit, warm bodies in the small boutique swanky, work out place!  All the sudden, some very angry and grumpy, looking older man, like what other kid of older men are there?  LOL!  They all hate everything and everyone, once they get older than, about 50!  LOL!  So, this man, looked, like he could have been the owner, whom the feds, called to wake up and go after me, in his junk yard, dog, yard!  But, I was going the wrong way . . . I gave him a cheerful, good morning and he just growled at me!  LOL!  Yeah, I would say he lived, almost on sight!
  • I crossed the street, sat down again, and to my pleasure and triumph, some asshole, in one of the involved, Dayspring vans, drove by me, pissed as shit, just like the old man!  LOL!  CIA knew I beat their asses, already TWICE, and it was BEFORE 6:00 AM!  Thin my ass!  This smart fat chick beats their asses every fucking TIME!  LOL! and they KNOW IT!  LOL!  Change of shift in the work out girls, and it is about 6:15 AM, and some, sort of FBI or CIA, looking dude, shows up on his bike, and I ask him, if this is the Blueline, that takes me to the Greenline, that goes to Belgrade . . . he is not sure, because he is new too, or here a year.  The Blueline shows up, and I ask the dude, a driver, I actually remember, from going to Bozeman, about 2 years ago, who was a new bus driver at that time, he told me, no, you can wait, for the Orange line, and that will take you directly to the MSU terminal then to Belgrade . . . I thought this one went there?  I check all the lines, then rechecked them again, so something is up, AGAIN!  I told him, I was too cold to wait for the Orange line, so, I got on, didn't care that we went to Target, and all over hell and back!  So, this was curious, but, not if you look at the colors that symbolize, my God Intel, Orange is for smart, color of my carpet when my kids were young, rust, that is, We Rust, is the first CD of trophy rock star son, Elliot's, The Ditch and the Delta Band . . . where the CIA gets their dough to fuck with me, and try to take over the fucking world with a military coupe, like you see in third world countries, or even Turkey recently!  CIA sister, Susan Shit or Schmidt, allegedly went on a Mormon mission, about two years ago, or more?  It seems like I still had my truck, last time I saw them, when they first moved to Utah, St. George, and they left shortly after that, so, the fucking sheriffs, took my truck, June 7 or 8, 2012, so, I would say, it was after the 2012 elections, so they probably, left in 2012, to about 2014, because they came home for Thanksgiving one year, which is so, not MISSION STYLE?  CIA, being me style, but . . . whatever, SUE IS NOT ME EITHER!  OBVIOUSLY!  Blue is the color for Mormons in my computer, God Intel book and Orange for me and mine!  Love that my son, subconsciously, picking up the color scheme of the family, from my mind!  Quantum physics!  But, they may have wanted to speak without speaking and put me on the ORANGE LINE, or the SMART CHICK IS ON THE ORANGE, NOT THE BLUE LINE!  That would be the truth!

Great Escape #3

  • the bus driver, asked the dude on the bus with me, with no one else on board, where is construction site was?  On Catstail Dr.?  My ears, immediately perked up . . . CIA talking without talking, CATSTAIL or CIA TELL . . . I told him where I was going and why, back to Missoula!  He looked like he would be friends with the two dudes, who were my roommates at the hostel! or better Treasure State HOSTILE!  The black helicopter, was BACK in the BIG SKY skies!  I had a friend once, who, when I first started coming back from the tomb, used to be a docent with me at the museum, Daughters of the Utah Pioneers, and we used to give kids tours, when school groups would come through, and then we would get lunch.  I told her, that every time, I come out of the house, there is a black or cop, white and black, helicopter, in the sky . . . she said, no you are just being paranoid.  So, she decided to conduct and experiment, meant to make me feel better, but when she marked, when the copter was in the air, she was ALWAYS WITH ME! and when she dropped me off, or was not with me, NO HELICOPTER!  This is an interesting distinction to note:
    • when I first got into town, the black helicopter was in the sky . . . how do you let all cops know, through out the city and county that, I am in town?  Sure, send up a hel-i-cop-tear! sign!  They all know and protect, the cop bitches who pretend to be me1
    • right after I got to the bus terminal, I went in the Broadway Cafe' and had breakfast, paid for in cash, so no note on that!  But after I got done, I went to the bus warming shack and wanted to get some shut-eye, since I had been up since, fucking 2:00 AM! and had a full day of cops and robbers, chasing me and I was cold and exhausted!  I get three fucking visitors:
      • a retired highway patrol man, from Alaska Sarah Palin, or Rachel, aka, ME territory!
      • a retired kiddy cop, from Boston Kennedy territory! 
      • some Indian chick . . . she was, very courteous quick in and out, the two fuckers, old men, were assholes, and woke me up, and talked incessantly, bugging the living shit out of me, because, I was dead asleep! 
        • based on the logistics of the two assholes, men, I was in Kennedy/Rachel territory, and the cops were on board to help protect the BOOBS! the Bunny Ranch!  LOL!
          • Kay (Me) + Brett = Couple in Missoula (Shelley + Frank too)
          • Shelley (Me) + Jack or John = Couple in the Flathead, Kalispell, Whitefish and Finley Lake or Lakeside!
          • Rachel (Me) + James Kennedy = Couple in I would say, both Bozeman and Billings, just on the reactions and effort to cover-up my visits!
      • easy way to tell if I am who I am . . . Mr. Boston, starts is rude, awakening, with, I bet i know, you are voting for Hillary.  No doubt.  Asked me a few questions on bus, etc., and interestingly, enough, he was going to Livingston to  visit a daughter . . . favors for cops, buy a cop, rent a cop, dirty a cop . . . money is for nothing and the chicks for free, we make all this possible!  Fun in Montana for all players and Ponzi schemers!
      • Mr. Boston and Mr. Alaska, hit is off immediately, strange . . . I was going to watch, Mr. Boston's bags, while he went to get a beer, but after the two men talked, while I talked to the Indian chick about dirty cops, on the Rez and other places, Mr. Boston, would not leave his bags with me, when he decided to leave and get a beer?  The Indian chick noticed, the change too?  I said, I think he is undercover cop.  I already knew the other dude was a cop!  Now, I told Mr. Boston, that he should have taken the city or county bus to Livingston, free, and showed him, my bus schedule, which he seemed very interested in, looked all the way through it, and asked if he could keep it?  Sure.  Why, is he trying to put two and two together for cops, a different brand and flavor?  Yeah, I didn't take the bus on Saturday, waited two fucking hours, to learn that it did not run, and then paid, $40 fucking dollars for a ride to town by taxi!  I figured the two cops, who were very cold after, that first conversation, were up to something.  Mr. Boston took his shit and left?  Job done?  After he left, I told the Indian, I needed to leave, because, I had been sitting too long in one spot and I started to notice bad shit, going on outside, like a big ass, FIRE RESCUE horse trailer?  Cops and firefighters, work together . . . oh, and earlier, another, cop, in an unmarked, white vehicle, came, asked me if I was waiting for a bus?  Yes, okay, enjoy your trip . . . the check and set up?  The buses come through the truck stop, same time, every day! 
      • I ditched into the gas station part of the Broadway complex, gas, restaurant, and bar, switched my black hat, to my orange hat . . . worked, Mr. Boston and Mr. Alaska, walked right passed me!  LOL!  Mr. Boston, was looking straight at me!  LOL!
        • the ticket place opened at 1:00 PM, but the guy did a no show?  Get her before, she purchases the ticket!  So, I stayed in the gas station, until at least 2:30 PM, hoping the cops thought, I took a hike and did my normal disappearing act . . . by that time, I think the ticket agent, put the right time, didn't know it was me?  Strange that the ticket agent I know in Missoula put the 12th, and this guy put the right time!  On his computer, is said, This Machine Eats or Hates Hippies . . . ACLU, bad ass con law chicks, all seen as hippie attorneys from the 60's out of date and out of style?  LOL!  
        • shortly after I purchased my ticket, I noticed, first, that the helicopter was back in the sky, gone for hours . . . signal I took off? because when, I came back with the orange hat on, rather than the black hat, Mr. Boston, couldn't look at me, pissed, looked furious, like, he blew the instructions, and he disappeared, soon to board the 3:30 PM bus to Livingston . . . I think, he originally was, going to leave, but had to finish the gig, when I took off!
        • right after I got my ticket, 2:45 PM, the time, ticket master, said, was almost too late for today's bus, with I think seconds to spare, I took my ticket and no sooner did the first bus arrive . . . TWO SHERIFF'S SUV'S entered the Flying J too!  Shit!
      • as I recall the schedule posted on the doors, the bus going East to Livingston, is to leave at 3:30 PM, and I think the West bound bus, to Missoula is to leave at 4:10 PM, but, for some odd reason, they had both buses, scheduled back to back . . . remember, the Missoula trick, shuttle to Kalispell, bus to Bozeman, chasing Kalispell, while I am going to Bozeman . . . bait, switch and confuse, so that people if I disappeared could say, well, see, she did this in Missoula too, she went on the Livingston bus, not the Missoula bus, just like the games she played before!  So, all were out waiting confused, is this my bus, or is mine the next one, so I put my shit out on the cement blocks, noting the sheriffs, the fire and rescue, and I alone, went in and waited, seeing if I could tell where the cops were.
        • nobody saw me, back in the shack, new people, another fed looking dude . . . I think the ticket master, figured I left again, because he could not see me, after the first bus left . . . he saw my stuff, and when I popped out of the shed or shack, he acted shocked!  LOL!
        • the bus driver on this second bus, looked like a cop, big time, acted like one, feds, are trained in all kinds of things, and taken with all kinds of backgrounds, and he sure as shit didn't seem to know the routine, nor the warnings on alcohol and drugs, this and that and fucked up the message, joking about it . . . total cover up.  A very cop like looking red-head, beefy, crew cut, black clothes, was boarding without a ticket . . . there would not have been time, once, I purchased my ticket, so no surprise just pay, in Butte, keep ID!
        • there were at least 2 other guys with cops like looks, and all eyes were on me as I entered the bus!

  Great Escape #4 and #5

  • I have driven on this route, at least 4 or more times, I know the routines, and I know the guy driving rushed the trip, and he made a big deal about the 50 minute dinner break we could have, rest, get food, etc., normally, we have about, time to go to the bathroom, and grab a snack, or something, fast from the bus terminal food . . . heads up, sting op!  i decided against getting off the bus!  The three dudes would looked like cops, the red-head and the bearded guy, joined by this bald, very bad ass cop like dude, sitting right across the isle from me, all got off the bus, I used the bus bathroom, never exited the bus!
  • another guy, who actually looked a lot like James Kennedy, guest of honor, and at the place I met Kennedy, having thrice seen, him, I believe, in California Bridge in Missoula, not sure it was him, now in Butte, perhaps they could fool me with this double?  He got on the bus, when, I never got off, took the two seats in front of me, one for his service dog, and one for himself, with me thinking how rude, because the bus was crowded, I had to share and some fucking dog should not get a seat alone and should be sitting on his masters, face, rather than put a paying customer out, leaving us sitting in the lapse of fellow customers, in the crowded seats that everyone wants to themselves!  But, as I reflect back on this, or did right after, it was the perfect set up for what I think happened, and that diminished and killed, the need for a great escape at all! or #5 LOL!  Right after that, some young, country boy, came, and asked, dog dude, looking like a narcotics cop, with a German Shepherd, K-9 Unit dog, to move over, and sit with his dog, relieving me.  This will come into play later, but I think, young cowboy dude, was most likely a young rookie cop!  LOL!  He told me he either wanted to be a cop or join the military . . . I told him to join the military!  Then of course all my reasons for why working with dirty cops, was not the best route, and how not to compromise yourself, or your had, and if you are going to be a cop, be a good cop!  ALL EARS WERE ON OUR, LENGTHY CONVERSATION with the young, cadet in the alleged, Missoula teen police academy, was not saying much, as if he was freaking out at what I was saying!  LOL!  Dog man, was on the edge of his seat, and dying, listening to every fucking word I was saying and cop dude now a seat back, looked sick to his stomach!  Either because he realized, who he was told was not the real McCoy, was, and this chick, who had been kicking the shit out of cops for years, 23 to be exact, was sitting rows away and what I was saying, was making sense!  LOL!  We all took the SAME OATH!  God Damn IT1
  • back to leaving the Butte terminal . . . so, each time, I am thinking, is that a cop, he seems like a cop, or I feel like that is a cop, God sends a cop car down the street, and sometimes that is how I know if undercover is a sheriff's deputy or city cops, and sometimes, a car with two colors, those split cars, will go by, indicating to me, that this is a spy, or covert, or a double agent, or something like that . . . I am familiar enough to almost guess, but God will verify!  But, the bus driver, took forever, to load, and do whatever, even going back, leaving, the terminal, going around the parking lot once we all reloaded, with the two cops dudes, red head, and bearded guy, actually, having their bags with them?  Like they were suppose to get off, grab me and haul my ass away . . . they kept looking like what?  Well, I never got off, and someone called and said to wait for someone, because they were late? NEVER, if your sorry ass is late, YOU ARE LEFT!  PERIOD!  You could be running from the terminal, and get left!  I have seen it! almost been there myself, so again, out of the ordinary . . . I guess they thought, perhaps, I would need to go again, or feel safe, or something, but, I never got off, even thought, the two smoking cops did!  LOL!  The bag thing was the total give away, people always leave their bags on the bus to reserve their seat from new passengers, and all the cop dudes, got off the bus, including, the dog cop, leaving his mutt in the bus!  LOL!
  • by the time, I had told horror story after horror story, either the cops were on my side, or they were so embarrassed at their fellow Utah and Montana officers, taking houses, blowing up my car, almost causing my death in my truck, that, I could tell, nothing was going down at the final destination!  LOL!

The Rookie Cop, Seemed Paralyzed, Was Not Saying Anything, After Be Baptizing Cops in Holy Constitutional Law Water, for the Last Hour and a Half!  LOL!  As We Got Up to Leave, The Dog Cop, Said, She's Right, The Cops Will Have Your Ass Corrupted, in Less Than Two Weeks!  I Think He Was Being Sarcastic, But, I Agreed Without a Hint Of Sarcasm and Doubt, in My Mind it Was TRUE!  LOL!  GRRRRRRR!

THAT PRETTY MUCH SAID IT ALL, ENDED THE DAY, ON A SOUR NOTE!  SAD BUT TRUE . . . SOUR THEN SWEET, THAT IS ME!  Sting Op, Planned at Sleep Inn, but I Left 3 Hours Before Expected With Cops, Left Holding their Dicks and their Tongues!

Sunday, August 7, 2016

TUMBLEWEED JO. CRACKLIN' EAGLES. LET THEM GO! WILD JOE'S COFFEEHOUSE. WESTERN CAFE' . . . ESSENCE OF THE WEST. PHANTOM POWER. FRESH LIFE BOZEMAN. WE GET GARBAGE. MIX IT UP! TREASURE STATE HOSTEL. YOU BET YOUR TUKHUS. MYSTERY RANCH. BUNNY RANCH. HIGH PLAINS DRIFTER. WORLD CAMPUS. STRANGE DREAM: (1) ME SLEEPING OUT UNDER THE STARS, BED ROLL, BACKPACK FOR A PILLOW; (2) WAKING UP TO FIND, A HIGH PRICED ATTORNEY, DRESS TO THE MAX, LOOKED NEW YORK, LA. DC. CHICAGO, WITH A GERMAN SHEPARD NEXT TO HIS SIDE, JUST LOOKING DOWN ON ME WHILE I WAS SLEEPING; (3) JOINED BY ANOTHER VERY TALL ATTORNEY, NOT QUITE AS FANCY DRESSED, BUT DEFINITELY FRIENDS OR ACQUAINTANCES . . . AND THAT WAS IT! MAKING SENSE OF THE DREAM WITHIN THE CONTEXTS OF EVENTS, STARTING THE NIGHT BEFORE I LEFT MISSOULA, THE JOURNEY TO BOZEMAN, MIRACLE IN BUTTE, GREAT ESCAPES FROM ALL ANGLES! ANSWERS AT THE FRESH LIFE CHURCH, BOZEMAN, A CHURCH, I WAS TANGENTIALLY INVOLVED WITH, STARTING BACK IN DECEMBER OF 2014, WHEN I BLOGGED ABOUT SETTING UP A CAMPUS IN BOZEMAN . . . INTERESTING TO ATTEND, TWO AND A HALF YEARS, LATER, MESSAGE, PASTOR LEVI GAVE, SPOT ON, STRAIGHT UP, AND TAKEN FOR WHAT IT WAS INTENDED . . . DO YOU WANT TO BE HEALED? TAKE UP THY BED AND WALK! STORY FROM THE NEW TESTAMENT, BOOK OF JOHN! AS ALWAYS INSPIRED, AS ARE THE SONGS . . . THE RESURRECTED KING, IS RESURRECTING ME; YOUR NAME, YOUR NAME IS VICTORY, ALL PRAISE WILL RISE, TO CHRIS OUR KING. KING OF HEAVEN, I'M EMPTY WIHTOUT YOU--WHERE WOULD I BE WITHOUT YOUR TENDER MERCY? YOUR MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR ME! SOMETIMES YOU DON'T REALIZE HE IS ALL YOU HAVE, UNTIL HE REALLY IS "ALL" YOU HAVE! WHAT YOU ARE GOING THROUGH TODAY, IS PREPARING YOU FOR THE MINISTRY OF TOMORROW! I'LL WALK THROUGH THE FIRE AND NOT GET BURNED!

Signs of the Times!

  • Friday, I decided to give up my blog . . . long ago, I realized, and did again, that no case, no house, no car, no truck, cabin, law practice, water compact, and now blog is worth losing my life over, nor the lives of my children!  Remember, we are talking super mob here!
  • I was cleaning my backpack, Friday night, decided, to take away the temptation, to start writing my blog again, and feeling much, like I did the time my, Brock securities case, for $357 million was stolen from me, and I went up to Panquitch Lake were I have a cabin or did have a cabin, and I took my computer and two cell phones and threw them, in the Lake near the damn side of it, under the full light of the 2:30 AM moon . . . I hit that point of frustration, and decided to ditch my 15 inch, very heavy ACER computer, that is only about 8 months old, and give it to my friends, and former roommates, who were staying at the Sleepy Inn, in the room, close to me, with another friend Bill and his girlfriend, in the middle of us.  They were thrilled to get the almost new computer, which would free them up from the one hour limits and the library and I figured, that it would through the feds of my trail, planning on going to Glacier, to get off the map for a few days, since, even stopping my blog, didn't seem to stop the cop sting ops . . . there is a body of evidence, that proves, that, none of the fraud broads, wrote the blog!
  • THE ART OF THE STEAL: (1) I start a new venture, in the law, resume was stolen, back, when I got poisoned in 2000, taking 8 years of my life, but as I have started to rebuild my life, this seems to be the pattern!  (2) the feds, super mafia, know I am a money makers, as are all my kids, patterns are the same with them too, but, once, I start something, and they can tell it is going to have the Midas Touch, like this blog, having millions of readers in about three days, having my Google blog account, redirected within 2 weeks of starting, or with Elliot's guitar jamming in his bedroom, being under surveillance, then with the mob, putting it on NPR, and seeing that within about a day, there was 350,000 hits, deciding to steal the music and put together light shows, and a fake band, made up of cop kids, or cousins!  (3) so they jump, on our backs, ride piggy back for a while, the fight to steal the music, case, blog, until the creators, get so sick and tired of being outgunned and outnumbered, without the technology and manpower to fight them, the REAL geniuses, give into the plains, as is the case with this blog . . . okay, finally, take the fucking billion dollar enterprise, it is blood they want . . . give us your money and your life!  Fuck it, hoping that this will placate there greedy bastards and bitches on a FREE RIDE FOR 16 YEARS!  (4) then, we pick up the pieces for the fourth or fifth time, and start something new, hoping to have pacified the gold diggers, from the last blood bath of talent!  NEVER!
  • after cleaning out my backpack, ready to make a mad dash, to the bus terminal, to catch the bus out of town, before, the cops, mob, losers, get a whiff of the exodus, I go to again, text all 4 kids, having been off the radar for 10 days or more, out of contact, need to alert them, that I again, need to ditch the battery in my cell phone.  However, when I go to pull my cell phone out, after all the cleaning, I noticed that there was a small piece of paper, a receipt or something, but the curious thing is, with all the papers, even when dirty, there as never been a piece of paper get stuck in the pocket, where I put my cell phone, generally with the battery out, 95% of the time . . . so, I paid attention to it, and figured the symbolism, is to trash the cell phone, because, now the NSA or the people who the MO SHITS, give ACCESS to, can track me without the battery even being in, so I promptly, decided to give the cell phone with a new month of service on it, to this same couple . . . but, as I went out my door, 118, to like 116 or whatever, I noticed neighbor, and friend, Bill standing out taking a smoke, so I said, HI, but low and behold, but who should come out the door, undercover cop, fuckin' Dave, the rat from hell, who had been involved, a ton of time on sting ops, and he watched, as I told friends, to take the cell phone too! especially, seeing that fucker, being next door, with no reason!  The female friend, hugged me and said, please come back, and I told her, I would be back in awhile, like a few weeks, needed to get off the radar, for obvious reasons and on big asshole reason, is standing right behind me, listening acting like, HERE SHE GOES BLOWING ME STING OP AGAIN!   I am just going to Glacier, stay at a few hostels and hike, do the free bus ride, Going to the Sun Road!  Misinformation for that lame ass DAVE!
  • I knew time would be of the essence!  Now, one night, while I was hiding in my now, befunked tramp camp, that the cops had towed away after the abandoned vehicle sitting their for a fucking year and a half, I was watching the cops looking for me, like they had, every night for, 2 months, LOL, knowing that whatever I wrote in my blog was going to be noted, giving them more of my 40, and it would only be a matter of time, before, they came knocking, like I had two previous dreams, that the sheriff did one time and the cops did the other . . . well they just walked by, never knocked, but that was close enough to send me out of town the last several times!  But, on this one night, a truck, with BOZEMAN, something, went east, while the cop, waiting at the corner went, west . . . I thought, now, that symbolizes to me, that all towns, on the west, like Kalispell, Whitefish, Polson, etc., have a long history with me, not ever doing anything wrong, but, getting pissed at this or that blog, or this or that political comment over the years.  Bozeman, however, has had some history with me, but, a very limited amount, therefore, I would be wise to go there, and hope the legalized mafia, the cops, don't taint and poison the troops over in Bozeman!  LOL!  So, at this crucial point, juncture, decision, juxtaposed, options, cops vs. freedom . . . FREEDOM ALWAYS WINS!  
  • I know all the times or escape routes out of town, and generally, I take the high road to Kali or Whitefish, having had a crush on one of the Eagle Mountain bus driver, cops, Ernest, who, as Sam, Whitefish driver, who has known for years, that I liked him, but never dared do much about it, because I didn't know his marital status, but knew he was, as I heard living with a girlfriend, who might now be a wife, but Sam told me, that Ernie packed up his pig farm, his mother, and took of, with a new truck driving license of an "A" and he was hitting the road, so Kalispell, just didn't have the allure, it has had for the last 4 years . . . never accuse me of being a fast mover!  LOL!  I think the mob, threatened Ernie, so over the years, words became, just glances in the mirrors, with longing! at least on my part!  But, the CSKT Transit, leaves, at 11:30 AM, sharp, 365 days a years, and I love that, can count on it, and that is it!  The bus to Bozeman, that I thought about catching on several occasions, the week before, even before, my tramp camp was towed away, after pissed off cops, tried to rock my world, and tip the SUV over, then leaving, either thinking I was not in the vehicle, or going to get it towed, because, no a half hour, after I left, at 3:48 AM I heard a blood curdling scream waken the night air!  What satisfaction, I think the cops thought they were going to haul me off, while I was asleep and just dump my ass, in jail or better grave!  LOL!  But, the Bozeman bus, leaves twice a day, 12:30 PM and 11:00 PM, but when I went to get a ticket, the times had changed, to 11:45 AM, so, all worked nicely, as the shuttle I usually leave on, was going west, me at the Bozeman bus were going east!  Although, the golden goose was leaving, and there were at LEAST, three FBI or fed looking agents, who showed up to take the same bus at least to Butte where I had been just a week or so ago!  They probably had three, one in case I got off before, Butte, one, for Butte, and one going to Bozeman, or Billlings, but it seemed they had be covered!
  • MIRACLE EXIT!!!!!!!  Today in church, Pastor Levi, said, are you being careful with your miracles? what are you doing with your miracles!  THEY STILL HAPPEN TODAY!  So, just before, leaving the Missoula bus station, the ticket taker, runs from the bus to the station, making me believe, that, I need to exit the bus fast, or get somewhere, so these dudes on the bus don't know where I disappear to.  So, when we hit, Butte, I was the first seat, and I always sit on the first seat, or closest to the doors, to make a fast exit, never bury myself in the back!  The second the doors, cleared, I jumped off the bus and headed for the Butte, restrooms, got a snack, and sat my ass down, acting like I was, a city bus passenger, with no luggage, or whatever.  So, I notice this dude, very cop, looking, plain clothed, and carrying a box of United Blood Services!  Remember, how do the cops, feds, talk without talking, show through signs and symbols, what they are up to!  So, I knew something was up, but he didn't have a gun, no badge, because for sure, I would have ditched across the street and into the afternoon, clouds, they do learn a thing or two, after awhile!  LOL!  But, there was no confusing this dude was clearly looking for someone . . . and that someone came in on the bus, he looked high and low, right and left, in back and in front, and finally parked his ass, white sunglasses, very authoritarian like, smack dab in front of the door to the bus!!!!  Yikes!  Now, at the time, there were clouds in the sky, but it didn't look too threatening.  But, I thought, DEAR GOD, you need to do something, or I can't get on that bus!  Suddenly, I was shocked to see, small drops of rain, and I thought, perhaps this is enough to make this dude leave, he still just stood there, but, he was getting pissed, still looking, so not enough . . . all the sudden, it got stronger, and the rain and wind, kicked up a stink, then, down came the rain, and WASHED THE SPY OUT!  Buckets of rain, wind, came roaring out of the sky!  LOL!  I was right by the window, and could not believe the torrent of rain, slashing and gashing at the travelers and the cop with everyone running for cover!  So, the cop, goes and runs to his undercover, detective, blah car, and pulls right behind the bus, to wait out the storm, which generally only lasts a few minutes!  not this beauty! it came and came . . . there was a mass, exodus, in a herd, of bus riders, all together, making a mad dash to the door of the bus, with me, taking up the rear!  There was no way this dude could have seen anyone!  LOL!  The rain, continued as did the vigilance of the cops, with one headlight I could see, just praying that the rain would continue, as it poured in the door of the bus, wet as wet!  There was some event going on at the community center in Butte, and people and cars, started to move everywhere, turning the traffic and parking lots, into a mad house, all running for cover or cars . . . I think the cop, finally, just gave up and left, it looked like he was going to follow the bus, at first!  LOL!  And in true, God Intel, confirmation, he sent the older, red, Jeep Cherokee to say, fuck yeah, he was there looking for you . . . always are when there is not fight, no commotion, just law abiding citizens taking the bus!  A similar thing happened, when we got to Belgrade, interesting sign . . . name for Shelley, Bell, connection with selling school books!  But, the bus, used to go to Bozeman, on the east side, kind of out of town, but, several years ago, it moved to Belgrade, a nicer stop, but, much less convenient, the other one, you can walk, but this one has a nice heated room, so better wait . . . but, as I got to Belgrade there were cops all over the off ramp as well as fire trucks . . . accident, and I thought for a second, it might have been staged!  LOL!  No, very wrecked cars, but they have done shit like this before, road block crap!  But, as I got off the bus, there were a crowd of agent looking 20 or 30 something looking guys, waiting for the bus to come . . . I ditched between, a truck and the bus stop shack, into the restaurant, and ordered lunch, as they stood, scratching their balls and heads, as two whom, I am!  They were all long gone before, I got back out, hoping to catch the city bus, no dice, doesn't run on Saturdays!  So, I ordered a taxi, told them to pick me up in back, while I waited out of the weather . . . the red taxi van, went to the front, then, left, then came back, then went to La Quinta, everywhere, but where I was, going by, at about 30 miles per hour, very fast, and I got the impression that, they were trying to make it seem like, I was to blame or that they came and did their due diligence, but, some dude in the bus shack with me called them, and of course they blamed me . . . I had to wave them down, and even then, with me running at them, they didn't stop, without about hitting me!  Very strange and the chick seemed pissed that I stopped her, used her kids as an excuse?  There was also this dude in a white bus, that looks like many special service buses, in Kali and Missoula . . . when I went up to see if he was connected to the bus service, before the taxi, he looked Russian mafia, and said, no he just delivers, buses, but then he took out a male toiletry bag, and disappeared inside, left, then came back out . . . the bus was a mess, didn't look ready to deliver to anyone!
  • black special ops, bubble cops helicopter, hovering over the city of Bozeman, but before I got to town!  LOL!  I thought, had I not waited, two fucking hours of the city bus, that never came, and then, almost an hour for the taxi, I would have been, right there with the black copter!  So, this morning, in my clock and dagger world, I got up, put on my make-up, always, no body ever thinks, I am homeless, and then, I went to the Western Cafe' . . . essence of the west, Bozeman Culture Club, and great food, fun waitress, had a funny conversation over me not wanting my bacon, rubbery, or limp, you know, then we joked, now what did you tell me about your bacon?  We'll just tell the cook, crisp!  LOL!  OKAY!  But, I noticed this dude, getting coffee when I came in, later followed me to the Library, love the library, and I am a creature of habit, so anyone, who knew I was in Bozeman, would know, that I would go, as I have before, to breakfast at the Western Cafe'!  I was done eating about 7:30 AM, not need to loiter, without my computer and blog, so I headed to the Galatan County Library, lovely!  The next thing I know, this dude, plops his ass down, next to me, David Love is my name, and I am thinking fed, fed, fed!  He tells me he lived in Russia, until he was 8, adopted by American parents, changed his name to LOVE, their last name.  I said, you ought to go work for the FBI in Missoula, going after the Russian mob, 200 agents, you would be a shoe-in, with fluent Russian, but you would have to turn your country men, in, and he said, he would side with Russia!  That Nationalism!  I told him to watch The Double, agents, born in their home countries, migrate to America, speak fluent, Russian and English, perfect, even better than Mormon missionaries, whom he knew a ton of them?  He told me with all the shit I am going through, to move to Russia . . . what with Edward Snowden?  No, I bleed red, white and blue!  Nationalism!  He mentioned the black helicopter, hovering over the fairgrounds for a long time, Saturday; I thought so, they probably figured that I had long been in Bozeman!  LOL!  He then told me, that all kinds of new cops are suppose to be coming to Bozeman . . . welcome to my world in Missoula!  He told me where Fresh Life Church Bozeman was!
 DREAM SIGNIFICANCE
  • before leaving the Missoula bus station, as you go in the bathroom, there is a booklet, called, Signs . . . a mother and daughter . . . When it is time to say good bye?  On the back of the cith buses, there is a ad that says, More than a sign!  I had just told my kids, that I would at least contact them by Thanksgiving, and to look forward to that!  I don't like to scare them, and they worry, especially Chris! my oldest son!  I told him, I wanted to help him more, because he has to move and is trying to get into a new house.  He said, I would rather, have you keep the money and keep a roof over your head, all my kids are kind and considerate like this.  But, when I was married to Brett, he said your kids are an asset, even before, I told him about them, and he met them.  One time he called all my kids, without me knowing, and tested to see which kids, would be loyal to me, Chris, was most likely and they went after him brutally, for years, and just recently, I saw, the name, Bill Weld, remember the old, "Kill Bill" movies?  yeah, for a long time, I was worried that he was the pay son, Bill Well Dead!  I worried that, the mob or the feds all one in the same, heard our conversation, days ago?  But, after church, there was this song on, Let Them Go!  Tug-o-war, big time . . . they want my kids, they are the TARGET!  But, as the song played, I looked outside, Wild Joe's Coffeehouse, I don't drink, coffee, but my surrogate Shelley does, Nutshell Naturals and Picture Framing, two shops I noticed, Shelley's kids are nothing to brag about, so they say, MINE ARE HERS!  But, outside, I noticed, these two or three, Tonka Dump Trucks, with all these, orange, street construction rubber cones, art, I think, but it reminded me, that, when my two boys, all boy, were young, they used to take their Tonka trucks, out in the driveway, and throw them as high as they could get them, I guess testing the advertisers, who said, they were, Tonka Tough! and so are MY SONS!  It was kind of like, they will be fine, they are tough, but you need to drop, your end of the rope, and let the others, deal with you kids, without your pull to sustain them, and they will fall on their fucking asses!
  • oh, I forgot the first part of the dream, I was kissing, John Travolta!  That was before the two attorneys, with the dog, indicative of U.S. Attorneys, or some type of prosecutors, working with cops, signified by the dogs, K-9 UNITS, or dog cops, working with DEA cops, probably going to frame me for being Shelley, in this whole thing, since the cops are too stupid to get, me and her straight, on PURPOSE!  But, I have referred to Bozeman as the Hollywood of Montana, where the real cowboys play!  The star connection, was made clear, as I walked from Grand, to the Library and went by, gold stars on the boardwalk! in front of some old movie theater, it looked like.  But, if I were to add all of this together, me kissing a star, being a star myself, in my own, right with this blog and all my cases, and cops shit, all my cases, are better than any true crime movies or shows, I have seen.  Interesting combo, tender moment, with a movie star, who probably digs my blog, I am guessing?  I have had him in another dream, as I recall, and he has played, in lawyer movies, this morning when I was trying to make sense of the dream, I thought of Class Action, I think that was the movie, where Travolta played the very idealistic attorney, who fought the corrupt corporate attorneys, other part of the dream, attorneys, in a David and Goliath, type case, where he held out too long, and he lost what he could have done and gotten for his clients of Love Canal, as I recall!
  • the story, from the New Testament, seemed to coincide with this dream and recent events . . . take up your bed and walk . . . leave that old bed, that had burdened, the man in the scriptures of 38 years, let it go, don't let it hold you down, any longer, as I thought of my 23 year battle with cops, like, you can't win, so, you need to let it go, let your kids go, Moses and David, were both raised in the court of the Pharoahs . . . of course spell check is off!  I have had dreams about Chris becoming President of the United States, and they can get him there faster, than I can now . . . that may not have been the case, before they poisoned me, when I was at the height of my prowess as an attorney, going to run for Congress, easy, with my money from either my cases or my blog, easy, but these fuckers have taken everything!  punishment for stopping their NEW ORDER!  WORTH IT!  Pastor Levi, said, new life, new times, new direction, new everything, let go of the old, take up your bed and walk!  Right after the sermon, I went in the bathroom, and on the stall door, it said, Take Care of Yourself or something like that . . . they love your kids, hate you, and you are the one in jeopardy!  
  • as I added all the God Intel, it was, you better drop all this shit against cops, or we will make you or your kids pay!  Let them go!  These pompous ass attorneys, smug, dripping with money, or so the clothes seemed to indicate, is we are watching you, all the time and all we have to do, is throw the book at you, as Shelley!  The know, god damned well, who I am, but they have been crafting the frame, as I have written this blog, and when I write about her, it is as if they take it that I am writing about me as Her, since she has all my work, ID, and even claims my kids, because, the Nutshell Naturals or her kids, are not up to snuff, for Frank of Interpol, and neither as his, if he stopped to have any . . . so they PICKED MY KIDS, due to the stuff, I did . . . why not get the SMART MOM'S KIDS?  Then trash the FAMOUS MOM'S KIDS, the Trophy Rock and Pop Kids, AND SAY THEY ARE OURS . . . it is the O.J. think . . . if we, the government, cops, can't have them, NOBODY CAN, even their own MOTHER!  We will take James Kennedy, whom I have written about, use his looks, and alleged, look-alike sister, Rachel, the Bunny Ranch Bitch, and genetically make up, JoAnn and Zeke, type looks, hair!

 I Could Beat these Fucks, Just Like I Have With God's Help . . . But What Is the Price?  How Many MORE Years?  What Will It Do To My Kids?  Like the Two Women, Who Claimed the Same Baby to King Solomon, Old Testament King and Wisest Man, He Was Going to Settle the Dispute, By Cutting the Baby In Half . . . the REAL Mother, Said, No, to Save the Baby's Life, Give It to the Other Woman!  He Knew, This Was the REAL MOTHER, the One Who Would Save the BABY'S LIFE . . . I WILL!  THEY ARE TONKA TOUGH!

NEW LIFE! 

Thursday, August 4, 2016

SOUTHERN FRIED HOMICIDE! I AM HOMICIDE! THEY JUST COULD NEVER GET ME! LOVE.COM, BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK BLOG--RANDOM WORD, 29,600,000 IN 0.65 SECONDS! START DOING THE MATH--I'M ON EVER .COM, .NET, .ORG. IN 8 VERSIONS, ALL WITH HUGE ASS NUMBERS--BILLIONS OF HITS, PENNY TO 5 CENTS PER HIT, STOLEN EVERY DAY! GOOD LIFE. GOOD DEATH. MY RIGHT. MY BOX. ZIP RECRUITER. WILL UNITE THE WORLD. JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D., LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD! RULING FROM, MY FORMER TRAMP CAMP, ON SCOTT STREET, NOW, ROOM 118, SLEEPY INN, BROADWAY, MISSOULA, MONTANA. SIGNING OFF. WILL NO LONGER TRAIN AND SUPPORT THE LYIN' THIEVES WHO CLAIM MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. IGNITE THE 4TH BRANCH OF THE GOVERNMENT, WE THE PEOPLE! IN GOD I TRUST--IN JESUS I AM SAVED! KEEP AMERICA BEAUTIFUL. GOD BLESS THE WORLD! KISSES. HUGS. LOVES! BYE, BYE. THE END OF BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK BLOG! BIGGEST ASS BLOG IN THE UNIVERSE! GOING OUT IN A BLAZING FLAME OF FIRE! P.S., SHELLEY JUST TRIED TO STEAL, EVEN THIS LAST BLOG! LOL! NOW THAT IS FUCKING DESPERATE! LOL! I COULD NOT GO OUT WITHOUT SWEARING! LOL! LOVE YOU ALL!

THE LIFE AND CAREER THESE FUCKERS STOLE . . . FIRST TRUCK I SEE, COMING OUT OF ROOM, 118, SLEEPY INN, MISSOULA, MONTANA, IS "CHARLIE'S PRODUCE" EVEN WANT TO CLAIM ME QUITTING--FUCK YOU PIGS, AND PORKY PIG BITCHES!  SOUNDS FAMILIAR, CHICKS YOU KNOW--YOU DON'T KNOW ME!  FIRST CAR I SEE THIS MORNING, ON BROADWAY AND RUSSELL, COP CAR, LEAVES, INSIDE LANE, CUTS ACROSS, TO TURN RIGHT, CORNER I WAS STANDING ON AT ROUGHLY, 9:00 AM, THEN RACES UP BROADWAY GOING EAST, TO COP SHOP!  HUNTING THE VICTIM, NOT THE CRIMINALS! BECAUSE THEIR COP CUNTS!




RESUME OF JOANN S. SECRIST, J.D.


Constitutional Law Attorney

406.218.1777

PROFESSIONAL LICENSES:  Former Utah State Bar Association, U.S. Federal District Court of the District of Utah Bar, and current 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, and United States Supreme Court Bar, Utah Secondary Teaching Certificate

EDUCATION:  B.S., English/Communications/Teaching, Weber State University, 1986; Juris Doctorate, J. Reuben Clark Law School, Brigham Young University

EMPLOYMENT EXPERIENCE:  Former staff attorney, Utah Prosecution Council, Criminal Enforcement Division, Utah Attorney General’s Office; assistant attorney general, administration, Utah Attorney General’s Office, over three statewide programs: constituent service, victim assistance and community programs, 13 staff and 1800 volunteers; assistant attorney general, Driver License and Health Divisions, Utah Attorney General’s Office; staff attorney, Utah Division of Aging, state of Utah; general counsel, Utah Medical Association; Louisell Intern, Americans United for Life, Chicago, Illinois; high school teacher, graphic artist, state of Utah; teaching, substitute teaching, landscaping, housekeeping,  and waitressing (high school and college employment)

UNIVERSITY ADJUNCT PROFESSOR, EMPLOYMENT EXPERIENCE:  adjunct professor of argumentation and research, English Department, Utah Valley University (4 yrs); professor of family law, Family Studies Department, Brigham Young University; and family law professor, Family & Consumer Studies Department, University of Utah (7 yrs combined); director of satellite tutoring in the dorms, Weber State University

TEACHING & LEGAL WRITING EXPERIENCE:  two years legal writing instructor for small sections torts, research assistant: tort, water law, weather modification, family law and constitutional law. Published 8 articles on GoArticles, and Bad Ass Con Law Chick Blog, billions of hits daily, in 193 languages, on Google , , , today, I just randomly thought I would try to, just pick a word, LOVE, add the .com, to see if there were any hits, 29,600,000 in 0.65 seconds! (I am all over the internet, TOP BOX . . . no, Shelley is at least 5'9" or taller, check the sides of her face for stitch marks from plastic surgery, fake boobs, NOT ME!)

PROFESSIONAL PUBLICATIONS:  DOMESTIC VIOLENCE 101: A User Friendly Manual for Prosecutors & Law Enforcement on Domestic Violence and Sexual Assault, award for national model, under the Violence Against Women Act, given in Washington, D.C., by President Clinton, graphic being used and adapted for Human Body Trafficking, by Department of Justice and states attorney generals; POWERS AND DUTIES OF COUNTY ATTORNEYS, a training manual for newly elected and current county attorneys in Utah; A HOLISTIC APPROACH TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE FOR HEALTH CARE PROVIDERS, published in the University of Utah Medical School, Annual Review; 8 articles published on GoArticles, various political comments, BAD ASS CON LAW CHIC BLOGGER, most READ, blog in the UNIVERSE!

PERSONAL INTERESTS; FAMILY:  politics, writing, public speaking, hiking, camping, golfing.  Widow, I Corp. Marine; 4 children: oldest daughter, Intelligence, U.S. Navy, Navy Hall of Fame, master degree, natural resource management, married, Navy SEAL, 3 children; second daughter, Air Force, military linguist, Spanish, #1 in class, almost master degree, International Relations, married, Army, linguist in Arabic, 2 children; oldest son, manager for national computer company, cover 300 magazines, newspapers, and professional journals, create files for movie stars, politicians and companies, wife too, 1 child; and youngest son, student at U of U, rock star, 3 CD deal with Sony, subsidiary, Translation Lost, accepted Berkeley School of Music, Boston, waiter, Blue Plate, SLC, Utah.

POINT OF INTEREST AND CAUSE FOR CURRENT SITUATION--EASY STEAL: Diagnosed with Pick's Disease, 2000, terminal brain disease . . . obviously, they were wrong; my thoughts are, that I got poisoned, because I was face to face with the FBI, federal investigators and attorneys, pushing them around, even forcing them to follow a manual, me and Frank Myler, a health attorney for the Department of Health, who also worked with doctors, as I did as general counsel, of the Utah Medical Association, over 3,000+ docs . . . I mysteriously got the alleged disease, that NO ONE, has lived once they get it, where I have been alive 14 years beyond the death sentence--I missed 8 years of my life that time, I believe the identity theft, started right about that time! I am 5'7.5" . . . sisters, all 5'9 to 5'11", or Tiffany, who is about my height, Kay is about 5'4"! Ten years off the radar screen, when I filed the Brock securities case for $357 million . . . controlled from 2000 on, filed that case and others, January 10, 2010, not bad for my FIRST CASE!

INTERESTING ARTICLE, I WROTE IN 2009, WHEN HILLARY CLINTON, HAD JUST BEEN THROUGH THE SENATE CONFIRMATION HEARINGS . . . I THOUGHT, THIS ARTICLE, WOULD SHINE SOME LIGHT ON THE DIFFERENCES OF WOMEN, REPUBLICANS SUPPORT AND DEMOCRATS SUPPORT, VERY TIMELY TODAY!

Goarticle.com Shuts Down Forever


Very interesting, I had the top articles for years, same 8, probably, enemies, who claimed my work back them, paid Goarticles to shut down articles, that I referenced on several occasions! LOL! This is how these fuckers, roll, all the time . . . erase or bury, whatever, I reference of other work I did, back in the day!

LOSERS! FUCK "EM!

HILLBILLY ELEGY. JUST STOLE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, BIG TIME! CRAZY HEALTHY QUESTIONS FOR THE AMERICAN PUBLIC WERE JUST YANKED FROM THIS BLOG? I JUST, RANDOMLY, TYPED, "LIVE.COM" AND I HAD OVER 30 MILLION HITS IS SECONDS--I HAVE EVERY RIGHT, POWERFUL AS THAT RIGHT IS, TO USE MY MIND, TO TEACH THE AMERICAN PUBLIC, THE RITZ CARLTON, HOTEL, VERSION OF QUESTIONS, TO LOOK AT IN EVALUATING, DONALD TRUMP, JUST STOLEN--THE GOVERNMENT IS HERE TO "PROTECT" MY FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS, NOT ALLOW, GOVERNMENT AGENCIES, COVERED OR UNCOVERED, OR AGENTS, TO STEAL ALL MY WORK AND KILL ME, AS A COVER-UP, FOR THE BILLION DOLLAR HEIST, THE GOVERNMENT HAS PERPETRATED AGAINST ME! YOU FUCKING LOSERS, INEPT, STUPID, LAZY, LACK LUSTER, BORING FUCKING ASSES, GROW THE FUCK UP! YOUR THE GOD DAMNED LOSERS, EVEN WITH ALL THE POWER ON YOUR SIDE, WITH ONE EXCEPTION, INTELLIGENCE AND WRITING SKILLS TO CONVEY A MESSAGE, KAY, SHELLY, BRETT, FRANK, RACHEL, TIFFANY, SUSAN, KEVIN, MY FATHER, MITT ROMNEY AND I AM THINKING PRESIDENT OBAMA AND U.S. ATTORNEY, LORETTA LYNCH, ALL INSULATING GOVERNMENT BULL SHIT, THAT I AM SOMEONE YOU FUCKING KNOW I AM NOT--THIS IS FAR, WORSE THAN THE ELOQUENCE THAT I JUST WROTE, IN SERVICE OF ALL AMERICANS I JUST HAD THIS MOST HONEST, EVALUATION OF MR. TRUMP, AMERICA, THE FREE WORLD, WHAT A TRUMP PRESIDENCY WOULD LOOK LIKE, AN HOUR WORTH OF WORK, NEWS, AND COMMENTARY, JUST RIPPED OFF RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE, AS I WAS JUST GOING TO HIT "PUBLISH!" IS THIS THE AMERICA, THE FREE SPEECH, THE CAPITALISM, THE VULTURES, THE LIARS, WHO SUPPORT TRUMP, THAT WE WANT, WHO CHEAT, LIE, STEAL AND KILL, TO GET A WIN? IS THIS THE IDEAS OF WEALTH WE WANT . . . MIGHT IS RIGHT, IF YOU CAN STEAL IT, HAVE ACCESS TO MY BLOG, TAKE IT, GET THE GOOD STUFF, THE SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST, THE VULTURE CAPITALISTS, WHO MAKE THEIR MONEY, RELYING ON ME, TO MAKE IT FOR THEM . . . IS IT THE NSA WE WANT, WHO, STEALS, ALL THEY WANT, TAKES THE MONEY FOR MY WORK . . . THIS WAS AN HONEST LOOK, A GOOD OVERVIEW OF THE QUESTIONS, AMERICAN VOTERS SHOULD ASK ABOUT THE FITNESS OF DONALD J.TRUMP, WHO IS SUPPORTED BY COPS, SKY COPS, FEDERAL COPS, STATE AND LOCAL, WHO ALL HAVE PRISM SYSTEM, ACCESS, TO FUCK WITH MY BLOG, WITH MY RIGHT AS A VERY EDUCATED, OPINIONATED, AND DEADLY WRITER! IT THIS FAIR, IS THIS WHAT WE WANT, A DARWINIAN, FOOD CHAIN, THAT, THOSE, PAID TO LIE FOR THE GOVERNMENT, OR SOMEONE HIRED TO PUT ME OUT OF BUSINESS, NOT JUST TAKING THE MONEY, BUT TAKING THE IDEAS, THE WORDS, THE INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, WANTING, BOTH MY MONEY, MY BRAIN AND MY LIFE . . . IS THIS THE AMERICA WE WANT, IS THIS A PRIVATE WAR, BETWEEN ME AND COPS, OR IS THIS, SOMETHING AMERICANS NEEDED TO THINK ABOUT, FOR OUR CHILDREN, AND GRANDCHILDREN'S AMERICA? YOU FUCKING, LAZY ASS BASTARDS, WHO COULD NEVER STRING A SET OF PERFECT QUESTIONS, REAL FACTS ABOUT DONALD TRUMP, AND A REALITY CHECK FOR VOTERS! YOU GOD DAMNED, MONEY GRUBBING, INSECURE FUCKERS, WHO CAN NO MORE DO WHAT I DO, ON ANY FUCKING BEST DAY YOU HAVE, MUST YOU CHEAT TO WIN? WITH ALL THE FIRE POWER, THE CHEATING COMPUTER TECHS, THE NSA, THE FBI, CIA, DEA, DIA, ATF, AND ALL FUCKING LOCAL AND STATE COPS, AND YOU STILL FUCKING CAN'T BEAT ME, IS BRETT SENT TO PROTECT, KAY LYING ABOUT BEING ME, PROTECT THE JUSTICE DEPARTMENT IN USING MY NAME, RESUME, POWER, VOICE AND CLAIMING IT AS THEIR OWN? YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT, NO POWER, THE GOVERNMENT, HAS NO AUTHORITY TO STEAL MY WORK, NOR TO THEN PRESENT "MY WORK" AS YOUR WORK, NOR TO DENY MY WORK TO THE AMERICAN PUBLIC, YOU ARE THE LOSERS, WHO DON'T HAVE ONE FUCKING PUNDIT, BLOGGER, ATTORNEY, NOR WRITER WHO COMES CLOSE TO MY NUMBERS . . . FUCK YOU WOULD THINK, STEALING BILLIONS OF DOLLARS, WOULD SATISFY YOU, BUT NO, YOU WANT EVERY WORD I WRITE TO CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN . . . PLAGIARISM, IS FUCKING UNETHICAL, LACKING IN CHARACTER AND NOT WORTHY OF FUCKING ANYONE, INCLUDING PROTECTING, KAY'S SKINNY, SAGGY, UGLY, FUCKING ASS, THAT FAG, BRETT IS DOING, A TEN YEAR OLD BOY BODY WITH BOOBS, FUCK, YUCK . . . HAVE THE BITCH, LEAVE MY WORK ALONE! GOD! YOU SICK FUCKS,

!  YOU.  JEALOUSY IS NO REASON FOR THEFT . . . YOUR JOANNE, IS NOT FUCKING ME!  YOU DUMB ASS, IDIOTS, UNLIMITED BUDGETS, AND I CAN STILL BEAT YOUR, WASHINGTON, D.C., LAME ASS VERSION OF ME!  GETTING MONEY THE EZ WAY, STEALING MY WORK THE OLD FASHIONED WAY, DON'T WRITE IT, STEAL IT!  IT IS FUCKING 1:20 AM, IN THE MORNING, AND I AM AT "SLEEPY INN" IN MISSOULA, MONTANA, A SHADY OLD MOTEL, AND YOU STILL HAVE TO STEAL, EVERY FUCKING DROP OF MY BLOOD FROM ME?  WHY, WHAT IS THE THREAT, THIS WAS ALL AMERICAN, GREAT QUESTIONS, EVERY BRIGHT QUESTIONS, NOTHING BAD, NOTHING DIRTY, NOTHING, QUESTIONABLE FOR NATIONAL SECURITY THE WA FACTOR, NOTHING BUT, GOOD SOLID QUESTIONS, SOMEONE COULD USE, TO DETERMINE WHO THEY REALLY SHOULD VOTE FOR!  I THOUGHT, THE WHITE HOUSE WAS SUPPORTING HILLARY CLINTON, OR IS SHELLEY OR KAY, PRETENDING TO BE ME, OR DID THE TRUMP MAFIA, MORMON MILITIA, THROUGH THE MORMON, NSA, JUST DECIDE WHAT I WROTE WAS TOO LOGICAL, TO GOOD, OR THEY DIDN'T WANT THEIR FUCKING ALLEGED, LAW AND ORDER, AMERICAN HITLER, QUESTION, FUCK, KAY HAS BEEN AN ATTORNEY, FUCKING 10 YEARS AND 10 LIGHT YEARS BEHIND ME, SO USE HER FUCKING SHIT, NOT STEAL MINE!  SHELLEY WAS TRAINED BY THE BEST, BUT SHE IS BORING AS SHIT, AND BRETT, IS JEALOUS, AS HELL, BECAUSE HE IS TOO STUPID TO DO WHAT I DO, TOO LAME TO RAISE GOOD KIDS, SO, HE FEELS ENTITLED TO STEAL MINE? TAKE MY WORK AS HIS< AND DITCH ALL THE SUPER MOBS, LOSER KIDS, I AM NOT THE PROPERTY OF THE FUCKING GOVERNMENT, I DON'T OWE YOU FUCKERS A GOD DAMNED THING, YOU OWE ME HOUSES, VEHICLES, A LAW PRACTICE, FURNITURE, ART, MY GREAT LIFE YOU ARE TRYING TO STEAL FOR THAT EMPTY BUSINESS SHELL, SHELLEY, WHO HAS NO FUCKING LIFE, IF SHE IS "NOT" ME!  LOSER FUCKING CUNT . . . IS THIS BETTER?  I GENERALLY WRITE GREAT STUFF, UNTIL YOU FUCKERS, STEAL IT, THEN, YOU GET THE PISSED AS SHIT VERSION, THAT COMES NO WHERE CLOSE TO THE GREAT STUFF, I WROTE THAT YOU FEEL ENTITLED TO STEAL, NARCISSISTIC PATHETIC LOSERS!  TO SAY THE LEAST!
FUCK YOU GOD DAMNED, LYING PIGS!  DO YOUR OWN FUCKING THINKING, WRITING AND USE YOUR OWN, LOSER LACK OF INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, FUCK~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11