Along the imprecise path of enlightenment, I have noted that 90% of the population somehow managed to remain uninvolved in the series of events that led to this point. For some reason, Republican law enforcement officials and military slime have always imposed themselves on my humble path, stood in the way, blocked it, or committed some sort of criminal offense against myself or my mom, so the story is really about them. It wouldn't have turned into a 1200-page book had it not been for these people making me part of their agenda, which I didn't realize until the motives and affiliations became so utterly obvious.
So I've become destitute, but careful not to break any laws knowing that these people do not appreciate me pointing out that they are crooks. Two days prior to this entry, I had the honor of meeting the presiding judge in Boulder City, Nv., the Honorable Victor L. Miller. Unfortunately, His Honor didn't appear thrilled to see me, but no one else affiliated with the Republican Party is either. Especially in towns where Republicanism and Militarism are pretty much the same thing. Here's a brief bio on His Honor:
"Honorable Victor L Miller in Boulder City, NV is a private company categorized under County Government Offices. Employment history: (Judge Miller) Clark County Credit Union."
"The Boulder City Municipal Court is presided over by Judge Victor L. Miller.Judge Miller was appointed Municipal Judge in February of 1984.He was born in Toole, Utah and has been a Nevada resident since 1954.He graduated from Brigham Young University in 1977 with a Bachelor of Arts degree. He earned his Juris Doctor degree from McGeorge School of Law, University of the Pacific in 1981."
A private company?
Now I realize that Chris Owens didn't like being named a candidate for the "Big Brown Burrito" Cleo Award, but I made that nomination based on restroom ambushes that were becoming so blatant that something had to be said, if only for the sake of the poor kids that were being dragged into restrooms by their Dirtbag Dads, obviously directed by the cops. Of course, this was one of the CLEO storylines constructed with the help of CLEO stooges, something I've been reluctantly observing and writing about since May 2007 when I made the theft report to law enforcement officials with jurisdiction. This sort of thing proves that CLEOs are clever and coordinated in their efforts, and that CLEO storylines never die, but they do require maintenance by CLEO stooges and police such that they contribute to the growth of Mt. CLEO over time.
So it wasn't unexpected to find that Judge Miller must be a close associate of Mr. Owens, since it appears they both graduated from BYU in 1977 and both graduated from University of the Pacific in 1981. (If not, we have a striking coincidence here). At any rate, I made my point about the alleged "family values" of the Republicans who were involved with this sordid tale, and I felt compelled to do so because at every significant juncture the hypocrisy of these people was truly astounding, especially when one considers the implications of asking children to commit perjury to support false reports by authorities. If find the practice repulsive and degrading to everyone involved, especially me. Of course, all of the falsified reports by law enforcement are degrading, but if the comical dialog of Lasher's narrative is their idea of "credible" law enforcement activities, I'll be content to maintain my journalistic standards.
These are the "Preachers and Punks" that I refer to so often. The crusading hypocrites, the Accusing Fingers who demonstrate their contempt for the laws the rest of us are expected to live by on a daily basis. The propensity for military slime to commit criminal offenses when they don't fear prosecution is understandable because many of these people would have remained in America's trailer parks, stealing hubcaps and hanging around the welfare office had it not been for the U.S. military giving them a haircut and a uniform. But those that are supposedly well-educated, refined community leaders engaging in these tactics is truly offensive on many levels. And I don't like the fact that all these morons on Republicans with an agenda that has been demonstrably hostile and criminal in many respects and on many occasions.
So once again, I am more or less obliged to connect the dots, introducing the characters that impose themselves on my journey, as we proceed on the imprecise path of enlightenment. But as long as we are once again overwhelmed with CLEO bullshit to the exclusion of other more interesting subjects, I've decided it is time to reveal the secret of the "secret code" that all of the CLEO stooges have done such a wonderful job of portraying in public places.
That's right, the way it works is based on the clues found here, just like CLEOs have always portrayed it, er, suspected it. Note that I referred to the Cracker Jack guy on more than one occasion. Inside the Cracker Jack box you'll find your secret code ring. Take the date of the post, then divide it by the month, then the year. You will arrive at a fractional number. Multiply it times the number of essays. Now put on a Mr. Blackwell outfit with a black hat, making sure that it is at least 100 degrees outside. If not, you'll have to wait longer to use the code ring, because only when you are about to pass out from heat stroke will the 3's become 8's and the 5's begin to look like 6's. This is the key to the secret code. Once you've done your calculation, but prior to passing out from heat stroke, use that number to enter into your Cracker Jack secret code ring which will reveal the secret code number. Then, making sure you are still wearing your Mr. Blackwell outfit, position yourself near a surveillance camera. If you can't find one, step outside, and wait for a police patrol car to pass by. This usually only takes a few seconds. Once you've positioned yourself for the camera or the patrol car, take out your cell phone, then enter the secret code number. Make sure to press 'Send' while maintaining position or prior to moving away from the surveillance camera, or preferably before the patrol car passes.
There you have it, ladies and geraniums. Just as the CLEOs always suspected using their inimitable law enforcement instincts, selfless Public Service diligence and incomparable brain power to decipher the code revealing the sophisticated, super-covert tactics of underworld characters like your humble writer.
© humble journalist
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