by Travis Mateer
Is the fun I’m having criminal? Since I’m not engaging in dangerous behavior, like obstructing sidewalks with trash, I don’t think the simple act of going around town armed with my FOUR DOLLAR hard copy of the Missoulian could be construed as criminal, unless the cop who asked me why I was speaking so loudly is somehow triggered by decibel levels.
Was I amplified with my megaphone? No, I had just come from chatting with the guys fixing the retaining wall, explaining to them the missing component of lawcucks when it comes to allowing those without conventional homes to destroy infrastructure, and I wanted to let the CITY police know that GAY BIKER has some LifeGuard Group explaining to do. I don’t think they were very amused.
After telling the cops to let Detective Baker know that the emergence of the truth can’t be stopped, I continued my tour with some anti-abortion ladies protesting outside the Blue Mountain Clinic. Were they receptive? Yes, they were, and I was VERY specific about some local churches propping up Lowell Hochhalter and providing target-rich environments for predators.
Next I went to Youth Homes and showed them the Missoulian article. I also described my involvement (and disappointment) regarding how the Joey Thompson case was handled. Almost no one I spoke with had seen the Missoulian article because, I’m gathering, not that many people read our local newspaper anymore. Good thing I invested my limited funds in hard copies!
The business where a former Mayoral candidate works was my next step, and by then I was FULLY caffeinated and on a roll. Since this business is next to the homeless shelter where I used to work, I decided to take a quick stroll by the facility and THIS graffiti got my attention:
Who might have the expertise to decode this? No, that’s not the right question. Expertise doesn’t mean a thing if there’s no corresponding inclination to ACT on one’s knowledge. Right, Detective Baker?
Until this post I didn’t know Baker was a past president of the Montana Violent Crime Investigators Association. Hmmm, I wonder, could I join the cool kids club if I have one of their special challenge coins?
Maybe if I was in the club I would better understand the role of Todd Keith Spence, the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office favorite non-compliant sex offender. I was asking around about Todd yesterday, which was one reason I was speaking SO DAMN LOUDLY to law enforcement–I wanted the people watching our interaction, standing on bum island, to HEAR what I was saying, because I told law enforcement that I was hoping to chat with good ‘ol Todd.
I’m a little worried Todd is going to get murdered before I can talk to him, since my most recent information on Todd is that he spent over 3 weeks in the hospital after getting a “hot-shot”, which is street slang for a lethal dose of injectable drugs.
This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve interacted with someone who ended up dead. Thanks to the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office, the man who allegedly put Sean Stevenson into a coma was taken out in the woods before I could get anymore insight from him about what REALLY happened on January 3rd, 2020, inside the Poverello Center.
Here’s the man who put together the plan that resulted in Perry’s death. Is he describing how big his fear was before Johnny was shot in the back?
And here’s the man who did the shooting. I’ll note that I’m using the word “man” here loosely.
The Coroner’s Inquest that cleared Justin White, Sean Evans, and the rest of our BRAVE Missoula County Sheriff badges happened on April 28th, 2022. Before going back into the courtroom that day to see for myself how Johnny was taken out, I was getting a woke burrito when I saw Bryan Von Rocket Scientist, a former City Council person, who I spoke with in a rather abrupt manner, including dropping two hard-“R” N-bombs on him, an act I’ve been told would be inadvisable to turn into a stand-up comedy routine.
Although I haven’t achieved a level of funniness that would allow me to do my comedy bit without risking lethal consequences, I am continuing to use the rhyming skills I acquired at the University of Montana to do some truly astounding and disturbing things with language, like writing not ONE but THREE poems about pooping across America, in a bucket.
Would you like to hear my astounding and disturbing poetry? I’m working on securing a venue for the day of the eclipse, which is April 8th, so stay tuned because this would also be a FUNdraiser for my journalism AND the possible side-gig of PAID trash removal. More on that later.
I don’t have a stand up routine using the word a white man like myself should never consider using, but I do have a poem, and it’s going to be kept TIGHTLY under wraps until the time is right to read it.
If you appreciate the fruits of my MUTHA FUKIN methodology, then please consider supporting Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF). I guarantee you that without my Gonzo approach to journalism, this Missoulian article about the LifeGuard Group would never have been written.
Thanks for reading, and have a GREAT weekend!