A fellow citizen journalist who does primarily video and photo work–like his coverage of the Ghislaine Maxwell trial, which he covered in person–had Bozeman, Montana on his mind recently. Why? Because, thanks to Bozeman law enforcement, another example of the WILD WEST has emerged, along with the absolute black-hole-vacuum of accountability that makes it all possible.
There have been LOTS of people who have relocated to Montana these last 4 years, and they arrive with certain expectations that America is comprised of similar states with similar ways of doing things a civilized society has come to expect, like law enforcement.
Well, to quote the shocked citizen above, Montana law enforcement LITERALLY HAVE LAWS BUILT IN THAT COPS CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY WANT TO YOU AND GET AWAY WITH IT.
Is this woman being hyperbolic, or literally accurate? And, if it’s the latter, what can be done about it?
Last Friday I was driving by the campus of UM when I noticed a police cruiser, the crime-scene truck for Missoula PD, and a Sheriff Office vehicle. What was going on? I don’t know, but I communicated with the professional communicators paid to communicate and they have to communicate back to me after I sent this email:
To emphasize how my skillset is NOT in taking clear nighttime pictures with my phone, here’s the image I got from a distance:
To give you an idea of where this is located, the footbridge across the Clark Fork is to the left. Will I get an informative response, or just some communication specialist BS?
I’ll get more into what I think might be happening in this town early next year, but there’s enough material that a larger project to REALLY tell that story is definitely needed. I had hopes last year to get something rolling, but instead GOT rolled by other forces. Will this upcoming year continue that trend, or will something finally give in the narrative control I’ve been battling for going on five years now?
On this final post of 2024 I won’t panhandle y’all for resources. There have been some VERY generous donors stepping up and helping when help was needed, and so I’ll just wrap up this post with a big THANK YOU!
The title of the post isn’t for you, dear reader, it’s for the almighty algorithm.
You see, back in October, I saw a tweet, and the timing of this tweet seemed fortuitous (yes, I still call them TWEETS).
Here’s the screenshot I took the night before Dr. Kenneth Stevenson’s birthday:
That’s right, unlike my father-in-law’s marbles, the movie Dogma, filmed in Dr. Kenneth Stevenson’s church, is no longer being held hostage. But, until the story of what happened to that church–and to the family who once owned it–is told CORRECTLY, I won’t be throwing any “Recovered Lost Movie” parties.
In this bullshit article I found from 2016, much of the story about the “Dogma Church”, as told by Rachel Mabe, is NOT accurate, according to Pastor Ken, who read it for the first time after I sent him a link a few days ago. Sounds like this Rachel Mabe would be a PERFECT fit for a Lee Enterprises newspaper!
Did I contact this journalist? Yes. Was I respectful and professional? No. Like Gwen Florio, I have ZERO respect for narrative controllers, so I give them the amount of respect I think they deserve.
Narrative controllers come in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Sometimes they hide their articles behind paywalls, like Sean King did with his attempt to implicate the Stevenson family in the SHERIFF OFFICE EXECUTION of Johnny Lee Perry.
And, other times, they carry badges and stroll around with the confidence of being protected by a Coroner’s Inquest joke that will NEVER expose what’s happening with Sheriff Offices ACROSS the failed state of Montana.
I have traveled thousands of miles around the country trying to understand the implications of the story I’m sitting on because it involves stuff like the Shroud of Turin, Masons, the phenomenon of synchronicity, and the madness of Philip K. Dick. I have interviewed self-styled “synchro-mystics” like Michael Wann, Jasun Horsley, and Mark Steeves, while also making appearances on podcasts like Tin Foil Hat, but that hasn’t brought significant attention to what happened between January 3rd, 2020, when Sean Stevenson was assaulted INSIDE the homeless shelter I once worked at, and January 5th, 2020, the day the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office euthanized Sean inside a private hospital, an act I have called out publicly using that precise term.
Since Sean’s death, cases like Rebekah Barsotti and Joey Thompson have further confirmed my gravest concerns, and earned me, I believe, quite the designation as a targeted individual. I guess in Big Sky Country, potential killers get to walk free and easy, while I still face THREE trials, two for violations of my order of protection, and one for alleged WEED impairment while driving a single-headlight-lit vehicle. Oh yeah, there’s also a civil hearing somewhere in there, can’t forget about THAT one.
Despite seemingly insurmountable barriers and more stress than anyone should ever have to endure, I STILL don’t drink alcohol, I don’t fear death, and I’m not going to stop doing what I’ve been doing since psychopaths used a global fear campaign to pressure skeptics like me into harming myself AND my children with jabs.
It IS a little terrifying how short people’s memories are, but I guess that’s how cowards get through each day. They forget, for example, how close they were to folding on the jab because they wanted to travel, and the thought of being social pariahs and NOT living a more jet-set life was just too scary to contemplate. THE HORROR!
The power of storytelling has never been clearer to me than it is now, so I shouldn’t be dismayed at the multi-faceted narrative hi-jacking I’ve experienced since openly challenging the local power structure of this town. With every new piece of information that falls into place, the picture of what happened to Sean inside the Pov, and why, is coming into focus. What will 2025 bring, I wonder?
If you’d like to support the work I’m doing in relative obscurity, Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF) is one way to do it, or you can set up a cool cash-donation opportunity by emailing me at willskink at yahoo dot com. The cash donation I received recently, for example, was VERY appreciated, and it even came with some interesting spiritual perspective.
In some timeline (not this one) I’m watching my kids open up gifts this morning because it’s Christmas and that’s what normal families do. In this version of reality I never cared about Sean Stevenson getting euthanized by the Sheriff’s Office, or challenged the local power structure by making a documentary about Tax Increment Financing. Instead I imagine myself continuing to slowly drink myself to death in order to be in a loveless marriage with a woman now using my kids to hurt me.
This timeline is SO MUCH MORE FUN because instead of facing a self-imposed death sentence by box wine, I’m dealing with non-corporeal entities and the chance I could have been seriously injured or killed when a giant bookshelf came crashing down at 2am on the night of the winter solstice in my little one-bedroom apartment.
Let me add a few more details about this incident so you can appreciate why I got a bundle of Sage on Christmas Eve.
At the top right of the image you can see something else is close to falling, and that something else is a 20th century “Last Rites Shadowbox” of Jesus, specifically the statue of La Pieta, a representation of this famous work of art:
The PietĆ (Italian: [maĖdÉnna della pjeĖta]; “[Our Lady of] Pity”; 1498ā1499) is a Carrara marble sculpture of Jesus and Mary at Mount Golgotha representing the “Sixth Sorrow” of the Virgin Mary by Michelangelo Buonarroti, in Saint Peter’s Basilica, Vatican City, for which it was made. It is a key work of Italian Renaissance sculpture and often taken as the start of the High Renaissance.
The sculpture captures the moment when Jesus, taken down from the cross, is given to his mother Mary.
This shadowbox has a compartment where relics can be kept. In mine, I have a crucifix, a locket, some other trinkets, and the ashes of a homeless man named Griz.
As you can see from the spilled contents of the bookcase, I have a lot of books, but there was ONE particular book that made it the furthest from the crash, landing conspicuously near the doorway. Was it the book about the Shroud of Turin written by the father of Sean Stevenson? Of course it was.
There are so many layers to this, it boggles my mind, but for the purpose of THIS holiday X-mas post, let’s consider how a father is willing to kill out of love for his creation. Isn’t that what God did by allowing Jesus–born, we are told, on this very day–to be crucified?
There was a song playing at 2am when the bookcase fell in this timeline where I WASN’T sleeping in the spot where the wood shelf I had put on top of the bookcase hit with such force, I found the black pants that took the brunt of the hit with splinters in them and a brown stain from the wood. What song? This one:
After the shock of the crash wore off, the timing of THIS song playing was pretty clear to me, since I had just used the story of a truck driver to convey to a certain boyfriend what I would consider doing were my kids to ever be harmed in this man’s presence. This unfortunate fella has been put in a very challenging position by a woman who didn’t think details of a parenting plan should matter when there’s some inexplicable urgency to introduce this man to my kids, but, well here we are.
The technique I use for my larger meta-narrative research is very reliant on synchronicities, a phenomenon Carl Jung described as essentially meaningful coincidence. Obviously, timing is a big part of this phenomenon, but herein lies a problem: timing is ALSO a factor that can fuel paranoia.
Let me give you a recent example so you can get a sense of how the non-corporeal audience, who I hope are thoroughly entertained by all this, meta-physically gaslight us.
There’s a man who’s literal marbles I am holding hostage because he cares deeply about things like marbles and other very valuable antiques, but one thing this man does NOT care for is seatbelts. That only becomes a problem when there are people in the car, like my kids, and so I’ve had to sometimes get this man to get with the times and wear a fucking seatbelt.
Well, a local man is now dead because he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, and within his name is the exact name of Mr. Marbles. Not only that, but his body was found on the night my books came crashing down. How’s that for timing?
A man who was reported missing 10 days ago was found dead in a rollover car accident.
Flathead County Sheriff Brian Heino, the victim of the accident has been identified as missing 69-year-old Gregory James Wells.
Wells and his vehicle were found by Flathead County Search and Rescue on Saturday.
The Montana Highway Patrol report states investigators believe the crash occurred on December 10 at around 9:30 p.m.
Wells was found dead on December 21 at the scene of the accident on Dayton Creek Road.
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The driver was not wearing a seatbelt when the vehicle rolled over. The MHP report states drugs and alcohol are suspected in the crash.
The Kila man was originally reported missing on December 10 after last being seen leaving the Gold Bar Casino in Kalispell at around 6:30 p.m.
Does this fuck with me? How could it not? I’m spending the first X-mas morning I’ve ever spent WITHOUT my kids while my own father, a corporate tool who did his part to socially shame me into jabbing my kids, is enjoying this morning in their presence.
I did NOT jab them, by the way, because I didn’t think the corporate psychopath campaign matched the actual risk, and guess what. I was FUCKING RIGHT!
If I’m allowed in my father’s house later this evening, we’re gonna watch THANK YOU, MR. FAUCI. Will my dad watch, or will he be a fucking coward and hide in his office? I think we’re both going to find out.
Another person who is going to find out I’m serious about getting a response regarding the people I’d like to know if he knows, personally, can wait for his turn in my spotlight. I’m still hoping the man I’ve heard is a bit of a kumbaya poseur into CrossFit community does the smart thing, because the timing of HIS attempt to contact me for the first time was Thanksgiving morning, and that was VERY stupid, considering I was enjoying the limited and VERY precious time I have with my children at the time.
Speaking of stupid, the fact I have unstable people targeting me, which I write about publicly, and sometimes warn people close to me, privately, is now being used by my own ex to provide hypothetical scenarios where my kids are ostracized due to my actions.
It’s sad what 25 years can devolve into, but I’ve been threatened by so many people, and in so many ways, this is just one more to add to the pile. The only difference with this person piling on in order to “move on” is that she doesn’t appreciate that I still have enough bandwidth to provide consistent reminders that fatherhood hasn’t been completely extinguished by this sick fucking culture yet, so in that capacity, my rights won’t be snuffed out.
Because now, I sleep in the goddamn living room.
Since I’ve been gifted the self-soothing ability to rhyme words together, I’ll wrap up this Darko X-Mas post with a tune. If you’d like to give me a gift of digital dollars, Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF) can take it for awhile longer.
Is the title of this post a bit silly to possibly get your attention? Sure. Am I going to make a serious point that utilizes a massive amount of speculation? Also sure. I can multitask like a mo-fo these days, out of necessity, so in addition to this main blog, I feel a resurrection of one3twenty might also be coming soon.
The question I’m raising about residency for drug traffickers, especially ones getting credit for being so massive over the past year, is because of THIS boastful judicial victory (emphasis mine):
A pair of Missoula residents who were accused of working together to distribute more than 100,000 fentanyl pills and pounds of meth in the community admitted to charges on Friday, December 20.
U.S. Attorney Jesse Laslovich said in a news release that Taylor Gale Penny, 35, and Joey Lee Forward, 34, each pleaded guilty to possession with intent to distribute controlled substances.
Later in the article, there’s this (emphasis mine):
Confidential sources stated that Penny and Forward were the biggest dealers in Missoula, according to the news release.
Why am I zeroing in Taylor Penny’s role in this BIG drug bust? Maybe because I wrote about her arrest all the way back in September, after seeing her dad talk about her situation on Zoom meeting. Her dad, by the way, is from Pasco, Washington, which has ALSO been a subject of interest to me.
When the incentive is money, the University system in Montana has VERY specific requirements (PDF) for being a resident.
With this in mind, and with the possibility that Taylor Penny is more Tri-Cities than Zoom Town, what would be the incentive for calling her a MISSOULA resident? Not only that, but one who is doing LOTS of drug dealing in Missoula? Could there be value in controlling the narrative by controlling the PERCEIVED scope of drug interplay along I-90, which was a topic that ALSO just got a puff piece, which I brought attention to?
I don’t know, but something doesn’t smell right to me, like how Penny was kept in jail while her co-conspirator got released (emphasis mine):
Penny and Forward face a mandatory minimum of 10 years to life in prison, a $10 million fine and at least five years of supervised release.
Penny was detained pending further proceedings while Forward was released pending further proceedings.
Do you think this drug trafficking mastermind gets high on her own supply? Since Taylor Penny was arrested back when Missoula County still released mugshots, you can get a sense of drug use by the photo. I’ll say this correlates with what her own father described about his daughter’s drug use.
Another part of the conversation I saw with Penny’s father included his claims that stolen property flows from Missoula to Pasco to be fenced. So, while he hear about the drugs, other forms of crime that go along with drug abuse do NOT make headlines, but they are definitely a part of the trafficking food-chain.
Another part of the trafficking food-chain is death by over-dose. Normally, dead drug addicts don’t have value, since dead drug addicts don’t buy drugs, BUT, if dead drug addicts are getting PURPOSEFULLY overdosed, and people in that community know it, and they know those kind of deaths NEVER get treated as suspicious, well, maybe we have kind of serial killing that’s simply a part of the drug trafficking business model.
Does that sound like wild speculation, or a savvy business move to protect supply lines for a lucrative product?
I was thinking of incentives a few weeks ago when I heard the story James Scott, a trouble maker in Missouri serving 20 years to life for allegedly sabotaging a levy during the great Midwest flood of ’93. The critical look at Scott’s case points out the fact an act of God, like a flood, meant the town of Quincy would NOT be able to make insurance claims…BUT if someone trouble maker sabotaged a levy, well…
Among those who testified against James Scott was Norman Haerr, then president of the Fabius River Drainage District[11] and the largest owner of land on the Missouri side of the river directly affected by the flood. According to a Vice News documentary, Haerr received an insurance payout for damages caused to his land, although he did not have flood insurance. Since the flood was determined to have been caused by vandalism, rather than a natural disaster, Haerr was able to collect on his homeowner’s insurance. Haerr did not disclose his financial interest in Scott’s conviction at his trial.
Do I have a wild imagination? Yes, I’m a creative writer by degree, a citizen journalist by calling, and a real PAIN IN THE ASS to the people who don’t understand my resolve to keep going, regardless of the barriers I keep encountering.
If you would like to give me an early Christmas gift (thank you, you consistent contributors out there!), then Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF) is one way to do it. Any little bit helps.
Thanks for reading, and stay tuned as I disclose some OLD TESTAMENT synchronicities I’m investigating regarding the lost tribes of Israel, the Anti-Christ, and the timeline we’re after I did NOT die when the bookcase crashed on the spot where I usually would have slept at 2am.
Most of you aren’t fluent when it comes to speaking psychopath, and neither am I, but it IS a language I take seriously, which is why I read Michael Snyder’s piece on The Economist cover, pictured above.
If I could say anything about 2024 it would be FUCK 2024, but as the final days of THIS year tick down, I’m already making plans for what comes next.
The legal effort to define my ’25 is shaping up to be pretty interesting, but that’s not what I’m most excited about. No, what I’m most excited about is the chance to do a literary reading, and maybe a silent auction, to benefit myself and a local business that helped keep ’24 from totally curb-stomping my motivation to stay the course.
What is this course, some might be wondering. It’s pretty simple. I did quite a lot for the narrative controllers working at the Poverello Center and then at Missoula Aging Services for a combined total of 10 years, but that all came to an end when someone didn’t like a poem of mine. Then, when Sean Stevenson was euthanized by the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office, I realized how much power existed in controlling narratives, so I dedicated my life to breaking that control at the local level because, since Sean’s death, I have seen too much happen, and the rug isn’t big enough to hide it under anymore.
If you would like to help out a citizen journalist in the Gonzo style, Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF) is the way to do it.
