Missoula’s State Legislator, Ellie Boldman, was peddling the supposed achievements of the Legislative session last Monday when she heaped a steaming pile of accolades on the director of the non-profit I’m legally banned from writing about, calling her the Queen of Egypt. Why?
I’m going to risk the anti-Constitutional dictates of my judge, Mandamus Shane, in order to provide the context to this lavish praise that only a former insider like myself can provide. You see, without a properly informed public this whole democracy thing just doesn’t work, so if I have to risk a return to jail to tell Missoulians what the fuck is going on behind the scenes, that’s what I’m going to do.
On Saturday I briefly parked my DOGE dump truck next to Forward Montana. I even helped out when the person tabling realized that one important part of tabling is weighing down your cute propaganda from the ravages of the wind. Less helpful was my counter-narrative to the I GIVE A SHIT slogan pitched by this well-meaning young person and her accomplice, who arrived after the wind did its thing.
Wind, in its more destructive forms as hurricanes and tornadoes, can be incredibly damaging, even lethal. To provide protection from this kind of dangerous wind, different systems of warning have been developed. When the tornado is a person, though, it can be more difficult to provide warning.
When I wrote about Catherine Virginia Tooley Shepard’s death last June–the young woman who worked at Forward Montana until her untimely death in 2019–I didn’t know who her family was. Now that I’ve spoken to a family member, briefly, I’m even more concerned about the ramifications of our local media’s deafening silence on the pile of skeletons in Ellie Boldman’s closet.
And then there’s the LifeGuard Group.
I was recently tipped off about a new blog that supposedly exposes what’s happening to trafficking victims in the woods south of Missoula and–SHOCKER!–it isn’t good. If you’ve been reading this blog, though, it’s not new news that the Chaplain of the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office, Lowell Hochhalter, is up to some shady shit, but, if wider attention and actual accountability ever descends from the heavens, I don’t think locals would be able to handle the scope of who knew what, and when, about all this shady shit.
Which brings me to my creative methods of information delivery and how I plan to HAVE SOME FUN this political season with the misguided Socialist effort to further alienate themselves by politically dying on the hill of a miserable warehouse for drug addicts called the Johnson Street Shelter.
Below, in the video debuting my catchy new tune, the political sign you can get a glimpse of sources drug paraphernalia from our local encampments, so GET READY for some engaging door-knocking as the weather warms and I explain in direct conversations why homeless tokenism is a losing strategy for Team Socialism!
In my direct conversations with people I can be SO MUCH MORE explicit in what I recount about my knowledge of the seedy underbelly of this town and how so many of the tentacles are in alarming proximity to the most vulnerable, which doesn’t make it any easier to prepare for dangerous storms.
Thanks for reading!
