YOU ARE A UNICORN . . . SOUNDS SPOOKY!
"BUT FOR" the S and M, the orgies, sexual chamber and sex games this chick, Captain Ann Campbell, was involved in, she could be me, in the legal field, and me her, in the military world . . . sometimes it hurts to be both, beautiful and smart! Dangerous beauty. As detectives, unravel, the secrets of the psychologist, West Point grad, not only in her relationship with the General, her father, but with, many men, on the military base, she was, literally, a "homicide" waiting to happen, jealousy, revenge, power, threatening, love, sex, all, combined in one, very smart, young woman, was just too much, for men to handle! or tolerate losing, sharing, or working with!
I think the best way to handle all the stuff, I want to write about, is just to mesh it all together, and let you, the reader, read between the lines, and come to your own, conclusions . . .some will focus on tips and points of the law, not many, but good, or others, the male/female relationships, the father/daughter, relationship, or the general climate of corruptions, and secret psychological, use of, the fringe in training, people to be killers! There is a sign on all, buses, that says, "HELP US SEE YOU!" . . . I have been like a ghost, someone to be feared, dreaded, revered and hated . . . I am a mystery to most, particularly to cops, and maybe even more so to my children, who, might read this and say, that is not my mother! I saw this book, in some store, the other day . . . ARE YOU MY MOTHER? It shows, a baby bird, on top of a dog's head, asking that question!
Who we are to our children, when they are young, and who, we will allow, to come out, later in life, is, all in all, two different things, and probably, appears to be, a lie, fraud, something of folklore, with some truth, and some, false, elements in, the whole of who this person is, and even more so, if they have been characterized, and blocked from, contact with children, for the last, almost 20 years, those memories, have faded, and there was no, reintroduction, to a mother, who, for all intents, and purposes, was dead to them, for years, and that was not on purpose, but, was probably, presented as such, for the convenience of those who, benefited, not only, professionally, but financially, from that strained relationship!
Helping You See ME! Engineering ME!
They say, you are most like yourself, the way, you were in high school, without the labels, and titles of mother, father, wife, husband, worker, etc., and through, this, wild, goose chase, I have been allowed, to go back to the wild, so to say, and be free as a bird and long with that, a freedom from the responsibilities of parenthood, or grand-parenthood, to some extent, but, all this, was not done on purpose, but, by the creation, and design of, the circumstances, and those, of manipulation of the psy ops, I have been forced, into, a game, so to say, that, I am not sure, I will not come out, the VICTOR! That was not the plan . . .
ME--FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE!
A GRAB BAG OF GOODIES . . . I DON'T JUST READ A BOOK, I DEVOUR IT! THE WORDS BECOME PART OF ME . . . I OWN IT WHEN I AM DONE! BACK WHEN, I WAS A YOUNG MOTHER, MY MMPI PERSONALITY PROFILE, REVEALED, THAT, I HAD ENERGY OFF THE CHARTS, FATHER, BELOW THE CHARTS, AND THAT, "BUT FOR MY RELIGIOUS CHECKS, I HAD THE PERSONALITY PROFILE OF A HOOKER!
- And therein lies the essence of military mentality. Ours is not to reason why, and here is no excuse for failure. This works pretty well in combat and most other military-type situations, but not in the CID. In the CID you must actually disobey orders, think for yourself, ignore the brass, and, above all, discover the truth. This does not always sit well in the military, which thinks of itself as a big family, where people still like to believe3 that "ALL THE BROTHERS ARE VALIANT, AND ALL THE SISTERS VIRTUOUS." . . ."that we've gotten top talent from Falls Church. She tried to set an example, General's daughter."
- The hearts of evil men remain the same; the compulsion to stick it in the most available vagina supersedes Army regulations. . . . "Oh . . . well, the possible motives in homicide cases, " I replied, "are profit, revenge, jealousy, to conceal a crime, to avoid humiliation or disgrace, and homicidal mania." Says so in the manual. . . . "but the guy didn't hate her." . . . "He may not have raped her. bu he staked her out like that to draw attention to the sexual nature of his act, or possibly to dishonor her body, to reveal her nakedness to the world."
- "Who would want to kill a woman like that? I mean, she was so alive. So vital and so self-assured . . ." Which may be why someone wanted to hill her. we stood in silence a moment, sort of in respect, I suppose, as if Ann Campbell's presence and spirit were still in the room. In truth, I was quite taken with Ann Campbell. She was he type of woman you noticed, and once seen, was never forgotten. It wasn't only her looks hat grabbed your attention, but her whole demeanor and bearing. Also, she has a good command voice, deep and distinct, yet feminine and sexy. Her accent was what I call Arm y brat--a product of ten or twenty duty stations around the world, with an occasional southern pronunciation taking you by surprise. All in all, this was a woman who could command the respect and attention of men, or drive them to distraction. As for how women related to her, Cynthia seemed impressed, but I suspect that some women might find her threatening, especially, if their husbands or boyfriends had any proximity to Ann Campbell. How Ann Campbell relate to other women was, as yet, a mystery. finally, to break the silence, I said, "LET'S FINISH THIS BUSINESS."
- We went back to our search of the study. Cynthia and I both went through a photo album we found on the shelf. The photos appeared to e entirely en famille: General and Mrs. Campbell, a young man who was probably the son, shots of Daddy and Ann in mufti, uncle and aunt types, West Point, picnics, Christmas, Thanksgiving, ad nauseaum, and I had he impression her mother put the album together for her daughter. This was a documentary proof positive that the Campbells were the happiest, most loving, best adjusted, most socially integrated family his side of the Father, son, and the Holy Spirit, with Mary taking most of the snapshots. "Pablum," I said. "but it does tell one something, does it not?" "They probably all hated one another."
- Could it be, I wondered, that this extraordinarily beautiful woman had no private life? Could I be so far off base that I wasn't even in he ballpark? . . . "This was one squared-away soldier. Equally prepared for a military ball or the next war i the jungle." This woman was elusive. "And now I see everything as a clue. the lack of clues is a clue." . . . But I don't like smart-asses, either, I'm at that age and rank where I get respect and earn respect, but I'm still open to an occasional piece of reality. "But I never saw the clues." "Sure you did." "Well . . . in retrospect I did. But when you're young, you're pretty dense. you're full of yourself, you don't read other people well, you haven't been lied to and cheated too much, and you lack the cynicism and suspicion that makes for a good detective. "A good detective, has to separate his or her professional life from his or her personal life. I wouldn't want a man who snooped on me." . . . "Woman with a gun. Gun is penis object, penis substitute . . . "You know, I'm actually relieved to see she wasn't the sexless, androgynous poster girl the Army made her out to be." . . . "a shrink would have a field day with this apparent split personality. but you know, we all lead two or more lives." On the other hand, we don't usually outfit a whole room for our alter ego. "Actually, she was a shrink, wasn't she?" . . . Weird things, right on the other side of a gung-ho recruiting poster. and that was to become metaphor for this case: SHINY BRASS, PRESSED UNIFORMS, MILITARY ORDER AND HONOR, A SLEW OF PEOPLE ABOVE REPROACH, BUT IF YOU WENT A LITTLE DEEPER, OPENED THE RIGHT DOOR, YOU WOULD FIND A PROFOUND CORRUPTION AS RANK AS ANN CAMPBELL'S BED.
- Interesting side note: the Kay Burningham, exchange . . . two close friends in high school, both attorneys, BOTH USING THE SAME NAME, MARRIED, ALLEGEDLY TO THE SAME MAN, BRETT TODD STEWART OR STU, one taken to D.C., for sex, one, left behind, because of lack of sex or, S and M! The two split personalities of Ms, Campbell, could, in my case, be better explained, with two woman . . . one who would, and one who would not! She has the corrupt bed, laying on MY CLEAN REPUTATION! AND THE TWO BECAME ONE, IN THE SAME PERSON!
- Her officer efficiency reports, at first glance, looked exceptional, but I DIDN'T EXPECT OTHERWISE. I found her Army test battery of scores and asked that her IQ put her into the genius category, the top two percent of the general population. My professional experience has been that an inordinate number of two-percenters wind up on my desk as suspects, usually in homicide cases. Geniuses don't seem o have much tolerance for people who annoy hem, or hinder them, and they tend to think they are not subject to the same rules of behavior as the mass of humanity. They are often unhappy and impatient people, and they can be sociopaths and sometimes, psychopaths who see themselves as judge and jury and, now and then, as executioner, which is when they come to my attention. But here I had not a suspect, but a victim who was a two-percenter, which could be a meaningless fact in this case. But my instinct was telling me that Ann Campbell was a perpetrator of something before she became a victim of that something. . . . This is a highly motivated, bright, and well-adjusted person. Based on a two-hour interview and the attached testing results, I found no authoritarian traits in her personality, no delusional disorders, mood disorders, anxiety disorders, personality disorders, or sexual disorders.
- It's not easy being a traveling pain-in-the ass. Anyone can be a pain-in-the-ass on he hone court, but it takes a unique individual to come into an environment whose pecking order, nuances, and personalities have already been shaped and fit into place. Yet, if you don't get the upper hand on the first day, you'll never get it and they'll mess you around until you become worse than useless. Power, I've learned, is derived in many legitimate ways. but if the institution has not fully empowered you, but has given you a job that is very important and really sucks, then you have to take the power you need to get it done.
- "If you were conducting experiments in brainwashing, interrogation techniques, moral destruction, and producing fear and panic, you might not want outsiders snooping around." . . . "They have cell blocks here where they keep volunteers for their experiments, and they have an entire mock POW camp out of the reservation." . . . As I said, I took my infantry basic training and advanced infantry training here, and I still remember the terrain; and inhospitable and eerily quiet landscape of wooded hills, lakes and ponds, swamps and marshes, and a species of hanging moss that gave off a phosphorescent glow at night that caused visual disorientation. the training itself was a gruelling program whose objective was to turn normally fucked-up American kids into efficient, motivated and loyal combat-ready soldiers with a healthy desire to kill. The whole process took only four months, though they were long, intensive months. With a little leave time thrown in, you could enter the Army in June, after high school, as I did, and find yourself in the jungle with an M-16 rifle before Christmas, as I also did, with new clothes and a different head. Amazing.
- She didn't pick the spot. He did. "Well, Ann Campbell picked what amounted to a nearly public place because it presented an element of danger. Part of the kick, and maybe, just maybe, an element of 'let's see what I can get away with on Daddy's property.' . . . "You may have something there, . . . Pushing it in Daddy's face." "Did anyone say he general and his daughter were inseparable, close, loving, or even good friends?"
- "But do you like me?" "No." "Do you love me?" "I don't know." "You said you did in Brussels." I did, in Brussels. We'll talk about it next week, or maybe later tonight."
That is as far as I have read so far . . . needless to say, I am complex, all on my own, let alone, throw a few, JoAnn S. Secrist, doubles, into the mix, match and attach! I never needed to use sex, to get ahead . . . I just used my HEAD!
Reminder--Sex Trafficking Seminar for the Public, Tomorrow! I should, go to the one today, for cops and prosecutors, from Washington, Idaho, and Montana! They may even be using my graphics, from, domestic violence and sexual assault! The government gave credit to South Carolina, not Utah, but I am the one who did the ISOLATION WHEEL! Pimps and Johns, who traffick in human, sex, and labor, slavery, often use the same tactics, to isolate their victims, from family, friends, church, neighbors, as abusive husbands, lovers, and boyfriends!
Article on the training in Missoulain today, Montana Section!
AN AWARE PUBLIC, IS THE "ONLY" WAY TO STOP THIS INSIDIOUS CRIME!
