Chasing the Ghosts of Justice

Chasing the Ghosts of Justice ⓒ by Donna Rae Lands

Chasing the Ghosts of Justice, hidden from view…

Nights of wanting and haunting…surely overdue…

Counterfeit and stolen names…nothing surreal…

Changing seasons for varied reasons…

Games of shame…and stabs of pain…

Seeking their fortune and seeking their fame…

Lying and denying…spying every day…

She wails from her broken heart but who would know…

Only the dances healed her stolen soul…

It was truly a joke whenever she spoke…

Choosing her balance… with her eyes closed to grace…

Ghosts of injustice slap her… across the face…

The genteel elegance of the highest kind…

No virtues of honor…cowardice were chosen as their dignity sign.

Better to love and instruct…than to confuse and to corrupt…

The distinguished merit and badges of some sort…

Granting the prizes, labels, and decisions of some courtly tort.

The civil way to be… for all to see…are chasing the Ghosts of Justice of today’s proper PC.

Satire, wit, and comedy seats are taken by participants, who are ever so loud…

They laugh at whoever shall wear the golden crown… amongst the people in the crowd…

Riding in the cloud of deception…

The bells were not rung-no trumpet sounds were found at the purple reception…

It was all a web of lies…Stripped while the naked wood cries…

Walking and talking became their je ne sai quoi….

Standing and ranting- preaching their rah, rah

Twas entertaining for the clapping people of the ta ta…and the ha ha…

Decency lost, all was embellished-whilst the Decorum was so greatly sought…

Clarification of the bottom of the barrel was to rot and it was always-always for naught.

Somebody done somebody wrong song…

Mommy Jeanie and the tongue

Today is May 18, 2017.

The what, the where, and the what again.

I am writing this because it is fresh and it happened just two hours ago. I was driving Myles and Kenzie from my house to the daycare in Spokane. I left around 8:15 am…I noticed in the rear view mirror that Myles had undone the seat belt right after passing Miller’s one stop going south on the Newport Hwy.(hwy2 e)I pulled over into the small Grub and stuff cabin cafe…I fixed the seatbelt and hopped back into the car…
“I get to see my mommy”, Kenzie says in her sweet all excited voice.
Myles then said very seriously, “I want to see my Mommy Jeanie”.
Whoa…that knocked the wind out of my sails because he hasn’t said a word about his real mommy since Nov 1st, 2016.
Then it dawned on me that he calls Jessie, ‘Mama Jessie’ and Jeanie, ‘Mommy Jeanie’.
I said, “You remember your real mommy Jeanie and what happened that night”?
He said, “Yes, my daddy hurt my mommy”.
I said, “Where”?
He reached up and put his hands around his neck.
I said, “No honey, Where”? “In the hallway”? (That’s what my son outlaw and the police said)
He looked at me like I was stupid.  Then in a matter of fact way, he flips his hands in that flip motion so his palms are up and then he says sternly, “No, in the bedroom”!
I calmly then asked him, “What did your mommy Jeanie do”. (My heart was pounding)
He then put his hands to his throat again and said…ugh, ugh and he then stuck his tongue out and hung it downward”.
I then asked him…”What did you do honey”…
Like a super brave gallant little two and a half-year-old, He says…” I told Daddy to stop it” … “That’s not nice”…
There you have it…The what, the where and the what again…but it doesn’t matter because my son outlaw got away with it…and the Police, the Coroner, and DA let him.
How did my precious Myles know about her sticking her tongue out like that? OMG…I am crying typing after writing this…I must go do some work so I can not think about what I now know. What I know is…my son outlaw got away with killing my child!

Somebody done somebody wrong song.


The English Lady sent to cry.

All effort spent…no noose to tie.

Eclipse of paradise-Spirits fly.

Yesterday’s gone, today is here.

Tomorrow’s longing, to endear.

The English Lady sent to cry.

Hallelujah, our ocean wave.

The motion of love, tis so brave.

Eclipse of paradise-Spirits fly.

Days gave me strength-nights gave me thanks.

Moonlit stars amongst heaven’s ranks.

The English Lady sent to cry.

Mirror, mirror-echoes choose.

Reflections miss the clearer view.

Eclipse of paradise-Spirits fly.

Reverence to you my child.

Resting in peace, forever so mild.

The English Lady sent to cry.

Eclipse of paradise-Spirits fly.

Two ways to murder your abused wife and get away with it.

Please do not try this…It is satire.

First,  you must make it look like a suicide. This is the most important thing because that is what will fool the cops and the judicial system. Make sure your spouse does drugs. Cops don’t care about druggies.  Get lots of cell phones…Take complete control of your wife’s communications…Send messages from her phone that you have to your cell phone which she has…The gushy love shit will make her appear nuts prior to the event… Even if you abuse your wife…the cops won’t really care…hell, 40% of the male cops are woman beaters. Try to make sure you and your spouse are pretty much alone…Don’t worry about her wanting to get her homework done before her alleged suicide…All suicidal people want to get their school assignments that are due on the following Monday. Cops ignore the obvious. If there is a toddler around…that is probably okay because cops and the courts don’t consider children at that age to be good witnesses. They barely can talk…let alone testify against you. Don’t worry about upsetting her parents…the cops will not consider their point of view because the parents will be emotional. The cops may even use the parents emotions in your favor because the cops love making the victim’s parents emotions part of their case. That kind of stuff fills up space in a report. The cops love that shit. After your wife’s alleged suicide…you must exercise complete shutdown. Act super stupid, drink beer and be convincing about the suicide event…change your story many times. Cops buy into that shit because you are emotional and drunk. On the eventful day…make sure to also hook some kind of hose to a car even if the car doesn’t really run…cops don’t check that…hell… they cannot even get your fingerprints off of a hose.  Yeppers…all suicide victims take their purse into a car that doesn’t run. It will look stupid but it helps to make your spouse seem like she was on a suicide determination run.  The killing must be from behind with her on her knees…basically… hang the bitch…with a curtain type material. Cops won’t care about the dirt on her knuckles and knees. It has to be pretty long so you can tie it up later to make it look like she really hung herself. After she is pretty much dead…stage the scene…then run over to the neighbor’s house for help. At least twenty minutes must elapse so your spouse can never come back.  Within a month the cops and everybody will close the case and you can carry on with your life. 

Another way to get away with it is if after you have strangled her…rig something in the garage. Lean your dead spouse over a strung up wire…then leave for a week…Her dead rotting corpse will never give up the exact time of her death. This method is very simple to write off for the coroner and the police.

On a side note…90% of all women will not choose this way to die but the system doesn’t care…they just would rather close their eyes.

The truth is the cops and the judicial system honestly believe abused bitches lives don’t matter! Society looks at abused women as stupid. Society believes stupid abused bitches deserve what they get.

I am living proof and two women I loved are dead proof showing that their lovers got away with it.

The Keystone report

The report the keystone cops wrote about my daughter was horrible. The knots on the rope was tested for my daughter’s DNA because no gold flakes were in her fingernails…only dirt…probably the same dirt as what was on my daughter’s knees because Rafael choked her while her tongue was sticking out in front of her son, not his son. My grandson’s version matches better than Rafael’s staged scene. Lack of evidence is evidence…you won’t find my good DNA on those knots. The cops put my emotions in the report and I had nothing to do with my daughter’s death. I am hoping their report shows up here because Paul Lebsock says public is public.  What do you think?

Those knots were tested. Male and female DNA was found but not enough to be tested. It was a waste of money on my part but Paul handed that evidence over to the natural mother. Wasn’t that very nice of him?  I doubt the Ronco knife will cut that material the same straight cut…A two hundred pound woman would have made that cut a rip diagonally and not straight across.  No footprints in the hallway, only his shoe mark. The ladder rungs on the ladder in the kitchen measure up to the scuff marks on the wall in the hallway. Rafael stood on a ladder to rip the curtain down while Jeanie was locked in the dungeon.


Leg Picture

I haven’t posted here for a while because I have gone through a super hard time in my life. My first-born daughter Jean Morfin  was killed by her abusive husband on October 22, 2016. Her husband strangled her and then cleaned up the crime scene before going to get help from the next-door neighbors. She went twenty minutes without oxygen. Her hubby could have saved her if he hadn’t killed her by calling 911 on his phone…but his phone was wherever? Police never asked him that apparently. Her husband refused to take a lie detector test. His story constantly changes. My daughter was strangled in front of her two and half-year son. My middle daughter will raise her sister’s son. My grandson, out of the blue told me and showed me what Daddy did to his mommy. Rafael is not the biological Dad so he has no rights to my grandson.  The Spokane Police believed the criminal…Why? Because my daughter had drugs in her body. She is just another abused bitch who deserved to die in their book. My daughter lingered on life support for six days so she didn’t have to die on my birthday or on her birthday, which are two days apart. She passed away on October 28th, 2016 and was buried  on November 19th, 2016. My hubby took this leg picture on her funeral trying to make me smile…I had walked into the living room to ask him how my new high heels looked.

He said, “I don’t know babe”…you need to lift it up higher for me…so I lifted it…

He said, “lift it more…”

I lifted it a bit more…

“Much higher babe”…as he feathered his hand in an upwards motion…

I laughed and obliged him…and he took a picture.

My plight on the leg picture is one of the tweets below because I was and I am still upset with the Spokane Police Department for not caring about my murdered child.

A government agency called the Spokane Police Department blocked this taxpayer so I blocked those assholes back!


Guccifer 2.0 DNC’s servers hacked by a lone hacker

Wow…This is big.


Worldwide known cyber security company CrowdStrike announced that the Democratic National Committee (DNC) servers had been hacked by “sophisticated” hacker groups.

I’m very pleased the company appreciated my skills so highly))) But in fact, it was easy, very easy.

Guccifer may have been the first one who penetrated Hillary Clinton’s and other Democrats’ mail servers. But he certainly wasn’t the last. No wonder any other hacker could easily get access to the DNC’s servers.

Shame on CrowdStrike: Do you think I’ve been in the DNC’s networks for almost a year and saved only 2 documents? Do you really believe it?

Here are just a few docs from many thousands I extracted when hacking into DNC’s network.

They mentioned a leaked database on Donald Trump. Did they mean this one?


Some hundred sheets! This’s a serious case, isn’t it?

And it’s just a tiny part of all docs I downloaded…

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