Fiona Hill as Diana Prince

UNITED STATES – OCTOBER 14: Fiona Hill, President Donald Trump’s former Russia adviser, arrives at the Capitol to testify before Congress as part of the House’s impeachment inquiry on Monday, Oct. 14, 2019. (Photo by Caroline Brehman/CQ-Roll Call, Inc via Getty Images)

I just found my Hidden Muse, the archetype for Victoria Bond, who is the Star of my Bond novel ‘The Royal Janitor’. Her name is………Diana Prince! Consider Princess Diana of Windsor.


How perfect is this! Look at the expression of Wonder Woman in the mirror. Alas I have total forgiveness for Rena Victoria Easton. In 1970 I asked her;

“What is it like for you, when you look in the mirror, and see this very beautiful woman?”

“There were many girls in school more beautiful than me!”

“I seriously doubt that.” I said – puzzled.

Here is a page from the long letter Rena sent me six years ago. She wrote it on Christmas Day, which made me wonder if she had anyone, had people in her life who were wondering when she was going to put the turkey in the oven. I had attended Adult Children of Alcoholics meetings for two years. I know Rena has not. She is opening up to me after thirty-six years. Take note that her letters are not connected. Everyone of them is – isolated and perfect. She used white-out.

Because of the damage alcoholic parents – DO – to their children, we suffer from very low self-esteem. Rena could not see how beautiful she was, and is. She has to go through a labyrinth to get – just a glimpse! I made a huge mistake! I should have only written three paragraphs in response to her letter. I did not foresee how severely I was going to be scrutinized. Not just anyone gets to the Beautiful Rena, who tells me

“I am still slender and lithe. Maybe a bit tough. My son gave me my favorite compliment of all time – “Mum! You’re so bad-ass!”

Her son is a British subject and thus “Mum”. He has seen his mother working out at the gym. And now for the really sad part;

“I actually have a few friends. This is not easy, as I tend to isolate myself.”

For fifty days Rena and I lived in a tent on a mountain. All the time I worried about how I can keep her. Surely she wants to be with a lot of people so she can be the center of attention. But for this Buddhist camping nearby, observing a month of silence, we did no entertain. Rena was as happy as can be. At seventeen she found some one to isolate with. We were like children. I made her camp coffee, then, we drove to the sea.

As my protagonists began to develop, I wondered why they were virgins. I renderd them lovers, so, they could grow up. I also wanted to strike a blow at Putin and the Christian-right who have been waging a holy Jihad and Inquistion against the LGBT people.

The Royal Janior would make a great comic. Congressman Nunes and his henchman, Don Juan Cortez, would make a great villain – in pinstripe suits. It is he that is conducting a Spanish Inquistion. It is hard to believe Christian men felt more mature as they tortured a million women – to death. How grown up in the eyes of God they were as they admired their work. Study the look on the faces of the three women in the photo above. The two female police woman knows what is in store for Fiona Hill for going up against the male powers that be. They gaze in three direction, on guard for the enemy. Fiona and her husband have received death threats.

What the Republican Evangelical Party of the Divine Transcendent Rapture has been saying, live on T.V. is, only Adults In Jesus are worthy of owning the truth. Only those without sin, can own the truth. Well? Where is – the truth! Put up – or shut up! This is a Democracy you friggen morons! Put your Grand Wizard Lair on the witness stand!

I love you Rena Easton!

John Presco

On the Beach at Night Alone

On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,
All distances of place however wide,
All distances of time, all inanimate forms,
All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.

Britain may not survive her separation

from the EU

Her Royal Navy is no threat to Putin ‘The God of War’

The widow of the Commodore

ran home to America

so she can twirl the fake lasso of the Rapture Cowboys

and heehaw another round of

Dinky Doo

Through the popularity of her Wonder Woman secret identity, the personality, concept, and name of Diana Prince have become ingrained in popular culture, becoming synonymous with secret identities and innocuous fronts for ulterior motives and activities.

First written in the earliest Wonder Woman comics, Diana Prince’s role was multifaceted. Unlike the Superman secret identity of Clark Kent, who was originally little more than a front for Superman’s activities, and who adopted a passive “mild-mannered” persona to conceal his underlying strength, Prince’s identity functioned both to position Wonder Woman so that she could learn of situations requiring her intervention and to allow the character to embody feminist and other ideals espoused by Charles Moulton. For example, Diana Prince was originally a nurse and then an officer in military intelligence, starting in the typical woman’s role of secretary but gradually earning more autonomy, including the authority to interrogate espionage suspects, eventually becoming an intelligence officer in her own right and, over the years, rising from Lieutenant to Major. Although Diana Prince was frequently told not to accompany Trevor at pivotal moments of adventures because it was “no place for a woman”, Diana was actually the most competent person to tackle a crisis, whether by exercising her knowledge as Diana Prince or her power as Wonder Woman, riding with an all-girl cavalry of Etta Candy and the Beeta Lambda sorority. During the 1960s, Wonder Woman lost her powers and functioned exclusively as a non-powered Diana Prince who nonetheless experienced high adventure as a Modesty Blaise-type character.

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Fiona Hill

The chances the world would know of the existence of Fiona Hill, was minute. If certain contested things had not happened, then she would have died in obscurity. That she resembles my fictional character, Victoria Bond, is extraordinary! I am now going to conduct an investigation of why I may have conjured her up. That she was tapped to be a Frank Knox Fellow, adds to the idea I am a psychic, or, prophet.  Frank Knox was Secretary of the Navy during World War Two. After the war, he worked diligently for a continuing alliance between the United States and Great Britain. Frank had to know about the British Defense Staff – Washington that my muse’s late husband was the Commander of.

Rena Victoria Easton is my inspiration for ‘The Royal Janitor’.  She comes from humble roots. In a letter I received five years ago, she told me she oved her job as a janitor. She once danced in the Royal Ballet. Fiona’s father worked in the coal mines. Her mother was a midwife. I believe she was encouraged to try for the Frank Knox because she was born in Britain. Did Fiona know of the British Defense Staff? Did she own anger at Trump for the way he treated Britain? History will record she was on the job, today, and was more than a witness. There are some parallel worlds going on. Fiona means “fair”.

John Presco

“Knox’s trips across the globe enhanced his vision of democracy within an international context. He was especially adamant about the continuing cooperation between the United States and Great Britain, and in 1943 he toured the United Kingdom and the North African-Mediterranean theater of operations — a trip designed as much to foster good relations as to inspect naval units. In a press conference following his return to the States, Knox praised the mutual support between America and Great Britain in the Atlantic and the Mediterranean. That same year he announced to the English Speaking Union in Chicago that “all means to preserve the peace will fail [unless they are] founded on Anglo-American cooperation.”

Fiona Hill PhD ’98

January 6, 2014

Fiona Hill is a former Frank Knox Fellow with an AM in Soviet studies and a PhD in history from Harvard University, an esteemed author, and director for the Center on the United States and Europe at the Brookings Institution—it’s difficult to imagine that her pathway to Harvard began as a chance encounter while making coffee.

While on scholarship with the University of St. Andrews, Hill found herself in Moscow during the Reagan and Gorbachev Summit in 1988. As an intern for NBC’s Today Show, she was quite literally making coffee for Maria Shriver when an American professor struck up a conversation. When learning of Hill’s uncertainty around her plans for academe, he told her of U.S. scholarships for Russian studies. After several conversations, a few trips to the U.S. Embassy, and many chance encounters with Harvard graduates—Hill found herself applying for Harvard’s Kennedy Scholarship and Knox Fellowship.

In sharing the details of her first interview, Hill explains, “I was so nervous, I walked into a broom closet by accident.” It was actually Margot Gill, administrative dean of the Graduate School, who swiftly rescued Hill and pointed her to the correct doorway.

Hill’s background is humble. Her father was a coal miner and her mother a nurse—Harvard did not seem like a possibility for the Bishop Auckland native. Though academically oriented, graduate studies at Harvard did not seem probable until that fateful day on the Today Show set. Doors opened, the Harvard connection proved strong, and Hill was soon the recipient of the revered Knox Fellowship, on her way to pursue graduate studies at Harvard University.

Upon arriving at Harvard, she was struck by the diversity of the undergraduate and graduate student population. “Harvard’s outreach was incredible—their efforts to make Harvard a possibility for all students, regardless of background, was wonderfully evident,” she says. Hill quickly immersed herself in the program and became a resident tutor for Cabot House, where she met—and later wed—her husband, Kenneth Keen AM ’91.

After achieving her AM in Soviet studies, Hill desired to pursue doctoral work but doubted it was possible. “At that time, the guarantee of funding simply wasn’t there,” she says. It was then that her adviser, Richard Pipes, took her under his wing to ensure she had the means to pursue her studies as a PhD candidate.

“Absolutely everything I’ve done—my research, my training, my book—was made possible due to Harvard opening doors and providing me with connections,” Hill reflects. “I want to provide today’s prospects and students with the same opportunities that were presented to me.”

About Frank Knox

Annie Reid Knox understood her late husband’s belief that America’s roots “lie embedded in British soil,” and sought to honor him and his commitment to America, the country he so deeply loved. She accomplished this by making a donation to Harvard University that would provide for an educational exchange between scholars from America and the countries that constituted the British Commonwealth. The gift resulted in the prestigious Frank Knox Memorial Fellowships, which have provided the opportunity for over 400 scholars from Australia, Canada, New Zealand and the United Kingdom to study at Harvard since the first fellowship was awarded in 1948. In addition, more than 300 Knox Fellowship recipients from Harvard have studied or conducted research in those countries. According to the wishes of Mrs. Knox, Frank Knox Fellows are selected on the basis of “future promise of leadership, strength, keen mind, a balanced judgment and a devotion to the democratic ideal.”

A Self-made Man

A true product of American idealism, Frank Knox rose from humble beginnings to become a man of the world: from small-town cub reporter to big-time newspaper publisher; from gubernatorial campaign manager to Vice Presidential candidate; from soldier to Secretary of the Navy. Even as a youth, he exemplified the practicality and enterprising spirit of the “self-made man.”

Born in Boston, Massachusetts in 1874, he moved with his family at age 7 to Grand Rapids, Michigan, where his father ran a grocery store. By age 11, he was peddling newspapers to help with the family expenses. Before finishing high school he left Michigan and supported himself as a salesman. When the panic of 1893 cost him his job and prompted him to return to Michigan, he enrolled at Alma College and paid his way by working various odd jobs — all while earning high marks and distinguishing himself as an adept football player.

With the outbreak of the Spanish-American War, Knox, a college senior, enlisted in the Army and joined Theodore Roosevelt’s famous Rough Riders. From then on he was a faithful disciple of the burly military man and future president. Fourteen years later, Knox would prove instrumental in drawing Roosevelt into the historic “Bull Moose” campaign.

Journalist at Heart

After returning to Michigan and marrying his college sweetheart, Annie Reid, Knox landed a job as a reporter at the Herald and rapidly climbed the ranks to city editor, then circulation manager. Knox remained a staunch newspaperman for the next four decades. His early tenure as publisher of the Sault Sainte Marie Weekly News and, later, The Manchester Union Leader, not only afforded him solid publishing experience but also fueled his commitment to progressive Republican politics and reform.

By 1927, Knox had become General Manager of all 27 of William Randolph Hearst’s dailies. Four years later, he had accumulated enough savings to retire comfortably. Yet according to Fortune magazine, Knox was a poor candidate for retirement. He had swallowed whole Teddy Roosevelt’s “doctrine of the strenuous life.”

Knox’s most impressive achievement in the newspaper world was yet to come — as publisher of the Chicago Daily News, which he actively managed from 1931 until his appointment as Secretary of the Navy in 1940. Throughout his tenure at the News he remained faithful to his early ideals of political rectitude, exposing Chicago rackets and corrupt politicians and airing his misgivings about the New Deal in his own editorials. Those editorials expressed such vehement opposition to Franklin D. Roosevelt’s domestic policies that they cost the News thousands of readers — a predictable outcome in overwhelmingly Democratic Chicago. Still, Knox continued to voice his opinions, going so far as to call FDR’s managed economy “alien and un-American” and “a complete flop.”

A Politician is Born

In the fall of 1934, Knox found himself raising money for the Republican Party and was such a success that he was invited to speak at meetings throughout the Midwest. Before long, so many people were saying Knox would make a good Republican presidential candidate that it seemed a likely possibility. When the delegates assembled at the 1936 Republican National Convention, however, it was clear that Governor Alfred Landon of Kansas was the overwhelming favorite for the presidential nomination. Rather than foster a split in the party, Knox ordered his name withdrawn from the race. The next day he became the governor’s unanimously approved running mate.

The Navy Years

Although FDR swept the 1936 election, at the end of that term he defied partisan biases and appointed Knox Secretary of the Navy. The appointment was a testament to Knox’s impressive capabilities and reputation, especially given his previously outspoken opposition to the New Deal. Yet for all his antagonism toward Roosevelt’s domestic reforms, Knox was an enthusiastic supporter of the president’s foreign policy. Since 1936, he had been watching with increasing alarm the political developments around the world. After Hitler annexed Austria in 1938, Knox pressed for approval of the president’s billion-dollar naval expansion plan. When war finally erupted in Europe in 1939, Knox wrote front-page editorials calling for widespread support of Roosevelt’s foreign policy decisions, the repeal of the neutrality laws, and a bipartisan cabinet.

Knox with Naval OfficersImpressed by Knox’s opinions and aware of the leveraging potential of a bipartisan cabinet, Roosevelt offered Knox the position of secretary twice before he finally accepted. In response to those who questioned her husband’s motives, Mrs. Knox explained that for him, “patriotism was a living fire of unquestioned belief and purpose.” He had cut short his college career to fight in the Spanish-American War, and at age 43 he had left a thriving newspaper business to enlist in the Army during WWI. Frank Knox had made considerable sacrifices to serve his country, and he would continue to do so, even at the expense of his friends, business and political reputation. Knox himself was frequently in the newspapers, not least because of his bold and often controversial public statements. Early on he toed a fine line between asserting his pro-British, anti-Axis stance and alienating die-hard American isolationists. By 1941, he told a governor’s conference that “the time to use our Navy to clear the Atlantic of the German menace is at hand,” infuriating isolationists with his aggressive pronouncements. Some members of Congress went so far as to demand that he either resign or be impeached. Still, he gained support from many others, including Roosevelt. In fact, Knox’s assertiveness may have helped the president gauge public response to interventionist views.

Knox presided over the department at a pivotal moment in its history. Before the war, he had written magazine articles advocating a naval system based on the construction and maintenance of a two-ocean Navy. With the passing of the “Two-Ocean Navy” bill just one week after he took office, Knox’s vision became policy. By the time of his death in 1944, the U.S. Navy had become the most powerful in the world. Its development was so rapid that within four years, Navy personnel had increased from 190,000 members to well over 3 million. To the 385 combat ships it owned in 1940, the Navy added nine battleships, 19 first-line aircraft carriers, more than 500 destroyers and escort ships, over 100 submarines, and thousands of amphibious ships and other naval craft.

With war raging in Europe and the British in desperate need of naval aid, Knox became deeply immersed in foreign affairs. Three weeks after Knox took office, the British ambassador approached him directly for help. The negotiations that ensued paved the way for the Lend-Lease Act of 1941. Not only was Knox instrumental in conceiving the destroyers-for-bases exchange, but he also played crucial roles in both persuading Congress to pass the bill and implementing its provisions.

One of Knox’s more heavily publicized contributions as secretary was his investigation into the Pearl Harbor bombing. Three days after the attack he flew to the base to interview local authorities and assess the damage. Knox’s trip made big news. In his report he concluded that the attack succeeded “due to a lack of a state of readiness” by both the Army and Navy, an assessment which Secretary of War Henry Stimson publicly acknowledged.

An International Outlook

In addition to his trips to Pearl Harbor, Knox traveled the world to inspect naval units and observe battlefront activities. In the last two and a half years of his life, he spent 802 hours in the air and flew 141,000 miles. Besides examining naval installations in Europe, North Africa, the Caribbean, the Pacific and the continental U.S., he traveled to Brazil in the role of “goodwill ambassador” after Brazil declared war on Germany and Italy in 1942. Knox also believed strongly that apart from facilitating international cooperation, he and the other civilian secretaries should “get out in the field and see actual conditions.” He argued that such trips elicited “far more intelligent” decision-making among civilian leaders and served as “a definite aid” to the morale of the troops.

Secnav Frank Knox and Sponsor Mrs. Annie Reid Knox, at the launching ceremony, Newport News Shopbuilding & Drydock Co., 1943

Knox’s trips across the globe enhanced his vision of democracy within an international context. He was especially adamant about the continuing cooperation between the United States and Great Britain, and in 1943 he toured the United Kingdom and the North African-Mediterranean theater of operations — a trip designed as much to foster good relations as to inspect naval units. In a press conference following his return to the States, Knox praised the mutual support between America and Great Britain in the Atlantic and the Mediterranean. That same year he announced to the English Speaking Union in Chicago that “all means to preserve the peace will fail [unless they are] founded on Anglo-American cooperation.”

Knox’s belief in the importance of U.S. and British relations suggests the motivating principles behind the Knox Fellowship. In a speech he delivered to the Foreign Affairs Committee of the Senate, he elaborated on the strong ties between the United States and the U.K.: “Our social, our economic, and our political systems were brought to the new world many years ago as transplantations from the British system. Close personal contacts and a constant exchange of ideas between the American and the British peoples has nourished the sturdy growth of American national life, whose roots lie embedded in British soil.” When Knox died of a heart attack in the spring of 1944, flags were brought to half-mast not only in America but on all British and Canadian vessels as well. His extensive travels as Secretary of the Navy had taken a heavy toll on his normally robust health. “Truly he put his country first,” the president announced to a grieving nation. “We shall greatly miss his ability and friendship.”

Knox had come a long way from his cub-reporting life in Grand Rapids. Yet through it all — whether as soldier, journalist, publisher or government executive — he remained honest, forthright, and committed to high ideals. By the time Knox died, he had attained not only shrewd business sense and political savvy but something far more significant: a global vision.


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Dr. Hill vs. James Bond

Fiona Hill (born October 1965) is a British-born American foreign affairs specialist. She is a former official at the National Security Council specializing in Soviet, Russian and European affairs.

An hour ago I saw Dr. Fiona Hill for the first time.

“There she is!” I said to myself.

(When they stood before the painting of ‘The Roses of Heliogabalus – MIRIUM SHREIKED!

“There’s you! That’s you!”

Dr. Hill is a top rate intelligence ADVISOR. She ADVISED several Presidents. What does a ADVISOR do! They give EXPERT ADVISE. President Trump and others he picked to help run OUR Government, rejected the great advise of Hill, and went with a theory of their own. Bolton called it a “drug deal”. What I believe he meant, was, when one wants to escape from reality, and be in a alternative reality, they go get some drugs – and ingest them!

When Donald Trump took office, I concluded he was mentally ill, along with the Court Pastors that surrounded OUR President, who convinced him Church Rule can be established in the Republican Party. This is BIG DRUG STUFF. I pointed out this Big Stuff was replicated by Putin, who many evangelicals approve of. The job of Dr. Hill, was to bring these Good Ol Boys – down! She had to get the Love Jesus Drug out of their system, because, it was blinding them to the BIG PERIL coming from Putin. Hill wrote books on this topic.

My book ‘The Royal Janitor’ was started with the same goal in mind. I decided to go with a woman for many reasons I have stated in this blog. The foremost reason was, chasing down the bad guys with a fast car, and shooting them dead, was not going to make a dent in – THE REAL BIG PROBLEM!

I used Rena Easton, and Lara Roozemond, as a model for Victoria Bond. These women are very beautiful on the outside, and very smart on the inside. They both love poetry. They both are nerdish. However, they both were ferocious. Why? How so? What drove them to go way beyond the limits of normalcy, to deal with REAL INSANITY?

In my character development, I gave birth to Miriam Starfish Christling, who was a Christian Psycho, born of two radical Christians, one a Russian. Right away Starfish dominated Victoria who became mousy, and regulated to the back burner. I deduced this was accurate. This is how a woman spy would be like. A woman who is a dedicated Intelligence Officer, would be working with a mound of information, who would sift through it to arrive at what is revelent. That Victoria and Miriam would lead me to the Impeachment of the President of the United States, that has generated a mountain of words, is profound.

My novel was in trouble because I could not develop a worthy villain and opponent for my two women from BAD. Our President appeared to be the target. My book was in jeopardy.

The President can not keep his own council. He can not live inside of himself, so, he forces us all to get in his head. This is key, because he invited many to go after his perceived enemy, the Bidens, and the Ukranian Government, who were in leagues with the Democrats – to destroy him. What is the word for this – state of mind? Humpty! Dumpty? Will we hear from top level psychiatrists next. Is it time to lock our President up in a loony bin?

I just compose the following. Fiction and Reality have collided!

“Victoria Bond walked down the lonely road, deep in thought. For the first time she hated her brilliant mind, because it led her to a place of total powerlessness. The Constitution had a invisible watermark, that when held up to the light, revealed the portrait of Mad King George. He was the high water mark in bad leadership. He was the litmus test our Founding Father’s had in mind when they wrote the Constitution. They could not include a Insanity Claus, because they wanted America to be recognized by great world powers, beginning with France, who put some of the most brilliant people in the world in a guillotine. French nobles were highly educated. There was a intelligence crisis. Victoria was working on a book about this brain drain. She not only concluded the President was insane, he was stupid. She doubted he knew how to play checkers, because he flew into a rage when his teacher jumped his first piece – and took it! He rained verbal abuse down on the person that tried to teach him something.”

John Presco

CONTINED: At 1:30 I got a call from someone that said he was my grandson. I has to turn down my T.V. I told this person I watching the hearings and need to refocus.

“Who are you again?”

“Are you denying _______ is my father?”

“Can you repeat that. Please. Tell me the name of your father?”

The person hung up. I concluded several things. Was prepared to have me deny he was my grandson, and thought this is what I was doing. Please call back and tell me who your parents are – if you read this blog.

At 1:45 I am hearing Fiona Hill say she has considered writing a essay on the Protocols of Zion. My mind is blown. The DaVinci Code has been compared to this hoax. As the hearings wrapped up, both sides accused the other of fabricating a hoax, and spreading fiction in the form of the written and spoken word – that are going in our National Archive.

For months I have been saying my works of fiction are coming true. I sent this to the Roozemond family. There is not a hint of what is coming! I stick my neck – way out! I am already being called a “lunatic”. I am acting like Casandra, of Troy! I see a Ghost Fleet on the horizon. I sound many alarms.

What I wanted to add to my fictional add-on, started before I went and watched the hearing, is this;

“But the abuse was not enough. The President was telling incredulous lies on a daily basis. He said he was the Checkers Champion of the World, and would be the Chess Master, if he was not so busy fighting corruption all over the world! There was a new piece on the checkered board, called ‘The Grand Liar’. It is allowed to move wherever it wants, breaking all the rules of Chess. This is a massive breach in security because it was traditional that opposing sides accepted necessary truths, just to interact with one another.”

The Republican have refused to face the facts – since Trump was elected. Not once have they challenged his lies. They saved that for elected officials who got voted into office by Democrats. This could be THE NEW GAME. Is this the old Game of Fiction as put forth in the Torah? My Bond Book parallels reality, and is prophetic. Fiona’s opening statement addressed “fictitious statements”.

Fiona and her husband got death threats. They met at Harvard and discovered they were exceedingly interested in the study of Russian History. This replicates the parents of Starfish.

Three questions: Does Fiona carry a gun? Is she a skilled shooter? Does she have any reluctance to use her firearm? I have debated for nearly two years whether Victoria Bond would be armed.

One more for the road: Who will play Fiona in the movie? I choose Lara Roozemond.

John Presco

November 21, 2019 at 7:26 a.m. PST

Fiona Hill, the former White House adviser on Russia, opened her testimony before the impeachment inquiry Thursday with withering criticism of Republican attempts to sow doubt that Russia interfered in the 2016 U.S. presidential election.

This is a fictional narrative that has been perpetrated and propagated by the Russian security services,” Hill said in her opening statement.

Krishnamoorthi asked Hill if such conspiracy theories are anti-Semitic in nature, to which Hill said she believed the ones involving Soros were, comparing them to the Russian anti-Semitic forgery “The Protocols of the Elders of Zion,” which was produced by the czar’s secret police in the early 20th century.

“This is the longest-running anti-Semitic trope that we have in history, and a trope against Mr. Soros was also created for political purposes, and this is the new Protocols of The Elders of Zion,” she added, calling them an “absolute outrage.”

A former top Russia analyst for the White House told House lawmakers that she received death threats ahead of her testimony as part of the ongoing impeachment inquiry into President Trump.

Fiona Hill, who served on Trump’s National Security Council before leaving the post voluntarily over the summer, testified in a closed-door hearing that she and other officials were the target of threats and anti-Semitic conspiracy theories, according to a transcript of her Oct. 14 testimony that was released Friday.

“My entire first year of my tenure at the National Security Council was filled with hateful calls, conspiracy theories, which has started again, frankly, as it’s been announced that I’ve been giving this deposition,” Hill said.

“I received, I just have to tell you, death threats, calls at my home,” she added. Hill described her neighbors hearing someone hammering on her door, as well as someone calling her home to deride her with obscenities.

Hill said she and former Ambassador to Ukraine Marie Yovanovitch, another key witness in the impeachment inquiry, were the target of anti-Semitic conspiracies attempting to tie them to billionaire financier George Soros.

“Now, I’m not easily intimidated, but that made me mad,” Hill testified. “And when I saw this happening to Ambassador Yovanovitch again, I was furious, because this is, again, just this whipping up of what is frankly an anti-Semitic conspiracy theory about George Soros to basically target nonpartisan career officials, and also some political appointees as well, because I just want to say this: This is not indiscriminate in its attacks.”

Consider that the alleged conspiracy underlying the “biggest cover up in human history” bears a remarkable resemblance to another phony conspiracy, the famous hoax called the Protocols of the Elders of Zion. Apparently authored by Russian monarchist and anti-Semite Mathieu Golovinski in 1898, the Protocols tells of a secret society of Jewish elders that work to keep gentiles ignorant of a plot to rule the world through “Darwinism, Marxism, and Nietzscheism.”

Hill served as an intelligence officer under Presidents George W. Bush and Barack Obama from 2006 to 2009. She was appointed in April 2017 by President Donald Trump as Special Assistant to the President and Senior Director for European and Russian Affairs on his National Security Council staff.[3][5]

Hill decided to step down from her position in August 2019.[6] Hill was replaced by Tim Morrison,[7] a position from which he later resigned on October 31, 2019.[8][9][10]

On October 14, 2019, responding to a subpoena, Hill testified in a closed-door session for ten hours before special committees of the United States Congress, as part of the impeachment inquiry against Donald Trump.[11][12][13] She testified in public before the same body on November 21, 2019.[14]

President Donald Trump said Thursday that he will block possible military efforts to remove the Navy SEAL whose demotion over a war crimes charge he reversed last week. – USA TODAY

Trump’s tweet marks not just an escalation between the White House and the military, but also high-level involvement in a special operations unit’s right to choose its members. – POLITICO

Descent of Innana Into The Emerald Valley

When Victoria gave Miriam an Art Tour of Osborne House, she was eternally grateful for each lesson her lover gave her. After every exposure to high culture, she would give Victoria a look of total devotion. Every look may have come with a mini-climax. It was pure adoration. Starfish has a hero! When they stood before the painting of ‘The Roses of Heliogabalus – MIRIUM SHREIKED!

“There’s you! That’s you!”


“HERE! Right here!” and Miriam was jabbing her finger on the reclining beauty over and over – real hard!

“STOP IT!” Victoria shrieked, and grabbed Miriam’s wrist, and received a look that could kill. Victoria did not back down, or let go of Miriam’s wrist. There was a hard stare-down. Victoria was puzzled about how she could best control Miriam’s adolescent behavior that she exhibited in front of Professor John Von John. She insulted the fuck out of him. As Miriam got closer in order to examine the work of art for damage, she heard;

“I’m sorry. I will never do it again!”

Buy Me That Horse


The Royal Janitor


John Presco

Copyright 2019

Victoria was in bed reading ‘1984’ for the umpteenth time, when she there came a quiet knock on her bedroom door.

“Victoria. Are you asleep?”

“No. Come in!”

Victoria gasped when she beheld Miriam completely naked. Her gold hair flowing over her beautiful body, completed the complete package that got the full attention of Man, since the dawn of creation. Victoria stared at Miriam’s mound of Venus and the V-shape of her pubic mat. For the first time she felt like a trespasser. This is – The Area of Man! Only a Man can gaze upon this! Miriam had never been in Victoria’s bedroom, and thus she too was a trespasser – because she was compleltely nude under the covers. So many things are wrong with this picture, yet everything was never so – right!

“I thought we were going to take a break from one another?”

How many lovers have heard these words, spoken these words, for the first time, only to be made a liar. The First Breaking, is a great erotic event, for one has to untangle the tenacles ‘The Love Aura’ has you wrapped you in. One cacoon fits all! The un-weaving of the afterglow, is like a re-run, but, it is another movie altogether. What is, and what ought to be do have their time and place. Sometimes we arrive at perfection – and completion!

It was just two hours ago, that Victoria walked her dear Miriam to her tree house, they both dressed in the long night gowns they found in Victoria and Prince Albert closet. They were over a hundred years old. They grabbed an old latern that guided their way to the great oak. It was a scene out of Peter Pan, and other such Fairytales.

“Do you want me to come up and tuck you in?”

“No! I’m not ready for you to come up here. Goodnight!”

“Good night!”

Victoria put her book down on the nightstand and watched Miriam take her first steps into her sanctuary. She was reminded of the Tiger at the London Zoo. She was, gracefully looking for something – to feed on! She went right to it.

“Oh! What is this?”

When Miriam pulled her lovers photo album off the shelf it sounded like a tomb door opening. Victoria did not answer.  Gliding to the bed, she threw the beefy book on the comforter, then dove on the bed herself. At the sight of her beautiful derrier and back, Victoria was ready for another Erotic Attack.

“You know. I really don’t know you. Do you think you know me?”

Here is another great line lovers mutter after the first ‘Fiery Glow of Pure Lust’ has subsided. Everything gets pushed to the side to get your lust next to the one – you have to have. This is why many men shove one-night-stands out of their bed, and abode, because they never did want to know the latest seducee. The Big Lie lies right at the very beginning!It takes too much effort to learn anything about who you ark fucking, and, it leads to other things. What things? Well, more fucking, but, not with the same person if you play your cards right.

“I was lying in my tree, and was almost asleep, when my eyes were wide open! You are good at keeping secrets, aren’t you?”

“Ah….it’s my profession.” Victoria said, and gave her lover her best coquettish smile.

“Oh, you are so cute. I could just eat you up!”

All of a sudeen, the gate to the tiger cage was open, and the tiger was lying next to Victoria sharing her lunch as they gazed into the empty tiger’s cage. This is why she loved George Orwell. His metaphors have a life of their own, that roam the landscape long after his book is done – and the movie! No telling where they will show up. For the first time Victoria felt like The Man, with his……..? Without the play of the elusive erection, there was no easy set goal – and completion! Do Lesbian wrestle with this dilemma, this, complaint?

All of a sudden, Victoria saw Miriam as Alice in Wonderand. Best let her do all the wondering and wandering about – lest they both get exhausted. Turning many pages, Miriam got extremely excited.

“I want this horse! Is this your horse?”

“Why do you want a horse?”

“So I can ride it to town, naked, and proclaim our love!”

“Of course. Why did I ask? It was my horse. They sold it when I lost interest in riding it. I wanted to be a champion Dresser, but, I didn’t have – it.”

On hearig this, Miriam slowy closed the album, and like a python slithered across the silk bedspread, pulled back the covers, and lay the entire length of her body atop Victoria, who tingled all over as she felt Miriam’s hair entwine with her hair. Venus took her glowing face in her hands, looked deeply into her lovers eyes, and said;

“You have – it – now! I want to sleep with you… this. I want to fall asleep on top of you, like this. I want to close my eyes, next to your eyes…………like this!”

And, just like that, Miriam fell into a deep sleep. Victoria listend to her shallow breathing. There came the cutest snoring then……..from her deep dream……..

“Buy me that horse!”

For half an hour Victoria let her tears roll down from the corner of her eyes. There was a rivlet of tears that ran past her ears to the lakes that formed at her neck. Only now did she realize how utterly alone she was after she lost her mother, like Miriam had lost hers.

Miriam was getting heavy. She had big Nordic bones. The Vikings made inroads into Russia. I wonder if she is kin to Harold Handradi, the Viking genius. Victoria rolled Victoria’s dead weight off her as gently as she could. Like a mother, she cradled the back of her head so there would be no neck injury. She lay the head of Venus on her satin pillow. and, Victoria’s mouth came open………..just so…….as if she wanted to be kissed, in her dream. But, that was apart of their agreement. They would never kiss. They would save their kiss for their husbands.

Victoria began to follow Miriam into a very deed sleep, but as usual she loaded up a profound question that was raised when her then, bodyguard, told her about the course her mother and father taught at the University of Oregon. They had rescued old Russian Fairytales from Russia and the Eastern Bloc, that were being discarded, used as fuel for stoves. They then compared them to Western Fairytales, and Russian tales brought over by immigrants. They said they were doing what should have been done in Queen Victoria’s time, and, when WW2 was over. But, Stalin purged these tales. Why? Why have I am Miriam been brought together in Queen Victoria’s house?

Victoria did not know it then. but she had asked the question that would soon save their lives. In her dream, she heard a very sad song, and it went on, and on, and on! When she went to turn out the light, she noted a tear forming at the corner of Miriam’s eyes. She bent over, and kissed it away. This was a tear shed – in the future!

Venus is the goddess of love. In the beginning she opened the future up to all lovers. But, there was a reason why the Doors of Love had to be closed…… by one! Miriam and Victoria cried, often because they felt a closure coming. Some things – are forbidden. Their collective tears kept the truth at bay.

John Presco

Copyright 2019

President: Royal Rosamond Press

An Ending

“I am going to kiss you now. Victoria opened her mouth just enough to match the beautiful open mouth of Miriam. She placed her lips upon her lips, as one would put a rose upon a freshly dug grave.

She was – right here, right there. And now she is somewhere else. But, not for me. My chance, our chance, is gone -so completely. How utterly unbearable, my being. So alone, all alone. Without her. I am left on the living side of death. Here, I must make my way.

I walk alone along the road. But I will never be alone. For thou art with me my love, on that road that runs on the dark side of the moon. You will go with me, her Lord, when I am in most need of her to be by my side. For she is with you, now. She knows the way.

John Presco

Copyright 2018

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The Union of Worlds

Crimea’s Chief Prosecutor Natalia Poklonskaya (C) carries an icon with a portrait of the last Russian tsar Nicholas II as she takes part in the Immortal Regiment march during the Victory Day celebrations in Simferopol, Crimea, on May 9, 2016.
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Gordon Sondland testified because he realized he would be immortalized as a historic figure. Millions of people know him, and what he looks like. I on the other hand, am a un-known who predicted all this.

Most of the people who have testified, understand why Putin wants the Ukraine back. The re-unification, and rebirth of Russia, depends on snuffing out the Orthodox Church of Ukraine. We are looking a the ignition point of World War Three. The Ukraine has been guilty of anti-Semitism. Sondland is a Jew as is the President of Ukraine. I suspect Ivanka Kirshner talks with the father about this. Trump just sanctioned Jewish settlements. He see the Democrats as being anti-Jewish, along with most of Europe.

The Court Evangelical Pastors took a huge hit today, as did Natalia who was working the religious schism. Douglas Fairbanks, and Commodore, Ian Easton, were pillars in the world members of the Defense and State Department fought to keep integral despite the Republican Evangelical Party of neo-Confederates. The head of the Navy Seals is defying Trump’s pardon. You can feel it in the air, sanity and truth is being restored by the power of real people…who love serving their country.

John Presco

A$AP Rocky came up at least five times during Sondland’s testimony to the House Intelligence Committee—including in reference to a July 26 phone call Sondland had with Trump, a major point of interest in the testimony.

Special Operations Chief Edward Gallagher, 40, received formal notice on Wednesday that a “trident review board” has been convened to weigh his fitness to remain in the SEALs, said Captain Tamara Lawrence, spokeswoman for the U.S. naval special warfare command.

The Orthodox Church of Ukraine (Ukrainian: Православна церква України, romanizedPravoslavna tserkva Ukrayiny)[12][13] (OCU), or Ukrainian Orthodox Church, is an autocephalous Eastern Orthodox church whose canonical territory is Ukraine.[14]

The Church was instituted at the Unification Council in Kiev on 15 December 2018 and the new ecclesiastical body was granted the tomos of autocephaly (decree of ecclesial independence) by the Ecumenical Patriarchate of Constantinople in Istanbul on 5 January 2019. The Unification Council voted to unite the two existing Ukrainian Orthodox jurisdictions: the Ukrainian Orthodox Church – Kyiv Patriarchate (UOC-KP) and the Ukrainian Autocephalous Orthodox Church (UAOC) as well as a part of the Ukrainian Orthodox Church of the Moscow Patriarchate (a branch of the Moscow-based Russian Orthodox Church, which claims jurisdiction over Ukraine).

Douglas Fairbanks Jr. and James Bond

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Highly-decorated Commander Fairbanks Jr., KBE, DSC, etc, after the war – and wife, Mary Lee

Non-national Knighthoods

It is my conclusion, that Douglas Fairbanks Jr. is the model Ian Fleming used for James Bond. I discovered this by looking at the cast of ‘The American Venus’. Douglas plays Trident, the son of Nenptune. Consider the opening of ‘On Her Majesties Secret Service’ where beautiful nude women are carrying tridents.

I suspect Ian Fleming saw the movie ‘State Secret’ and knew of Fairbank’s secret operations. Then there are those images of beautiful actresses hanging on him, the man who was considered the most handsome man in the world. A million women wanted him – at least. Fairbanks was at that bathing beauty contest starring Fey Lanphier.

Fairbanks kept his Naval history in the background. Did he know Fleming was authoring books? Did they converse? Why did no one, until now, compare James Bond to Fairbanks? I think there were agents in South America that might me compromised. Did Elizabeth Taylor know about her fellow thespian’s secret life? How about Ian Easton who headed the College of Defence Studies?

Douglas came up with the Beach Jumpers and  trained as a Commando. I suspect he looked down on Hollywood after being – the real deal! He had friends in high places, and was done with Slumming For Roles.

Above is the cote of arm of Douglas Fairbanks. It depicts Britain and the U.S. being united, tied by a ribbon across the Atlantic Ocean. Above is the American Eagle carrying the Olive Branch of Peace. This is the most profound discovery in all the billions of words that have been written about James Bond. Note the symbol for Anarchy on the wall under the image of the Arch Villain. I am ordained to take over Ian Fleming and Fairbank’s work. I think a remake of ‘State Secret’ would make a great Bond movie – that never mentions the name Bond. But, with the news of my discovery, everyone will flock to behold – the real deal! No more Hollywood phonies!

Chas Cunningham is now taking down my posts on his facebook for his band. He will have no part of my discovery. He is banned – for life!

John Presco 007

Copyright 2018

After that he was made Assistant Chief of Naval Staff (Policy) in 1969, Flag Officer for the Admiralty Interview Board in 1971 and Head of British Defence Staff and Senior Defence Attaché in Washington, D.C. in 1973.[1] He last posting was as Commandant of the Royal College of Defence Studies in 1976: he commissioned armourial bearings for the College which were presented during a visit by the Queen in November 1977.[3] He retired in 1978.[1]

Douglas Fairbanks: A Brash Officer with Brash Ideas

Reassigned to the United States in late 1942, Fairbanks – as brash a junior naval officer as he was a brash onscreen hero – pitched his idea for a U.S. Navy unit specializing in tactical cover, diversion, and deception operations to Admiral H. Kent Hewitt, commander of all U.S. amphibious forces and all American naval forces in North African and Mediterranean waters.

Hewitt loved the idea and took it to the Chief of Naval Operations, Adm. Ernest King. In March 1943, King issued a secret order to establish a force of 180 officers and 300 enlisted men for “prolonged, hazardous, distant duty for a secret project.”

Within weeks, Beach Jumper Unit 1 was stood up. The origins of the name Beach Jumper is unclear. One story maintains the moniker came from the unit’s mission to “scare the be-jesus out of the enemy,” and BJ led to the name Beach Jumpers. In a 1993 interview with the U.S. Naval Institute’s journal Proceedings, Fairbanks provided a much more mundane answer.

“It was a codename given by Mountbatten,” he said. “The idea was for it to be a cover name – partly descriptive – and a code name at the same time.”

The College of Arms in London granted Fairbanks a coat of arms symbolizing the U.S. and Britain united across the blue Atlantic Ocean by a silken knot of friendship,_Jr..svg


English: Coat of Arms of Douglas Fairbanks, Jr.

Shield: Azure two flaunches connected by a ribbon in fess with a bow Or

Crest: An American Bald Eagle’s head proper holding a spur Or between two olive branches Proper

Motto: Fides conatus et fidelitas (Faith, endeavors and fidelity)


6 April 2015


English: The College of Arms

Any heraldry experts care to comment on this? On the shield there is a “Red Hand”. Is that the “Red Hand of Ulster”? Or does it signify something else?

The American Venus is a 1926 American silent comedy film directed by Frank Tuttle, and starring Esther Ralston, Ford Sterling, Lawrence Gray, Fay Lanphier, Louise Brooks, and Douglas Fairbanks Jr. The film was based on an original story by Townsend Martin. The scenario was written by Frederick Stowers with intertitles by Robert Benchley.[1]

It was used as a Commando Training Depot during the Second World War and the village retains close ties to British Commandos, the United States Army Rangers and similar units from other allied nations. In 1928, the Achnacarry Agreement was signed, an early attempt to set petroleum production quotas.

Commander Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. (U.S. Navy photo)
Commander Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. (U.S. Navy photo)

Dashing, handsome, and connected, Douglas Fairbanks Jr. had a well-established movie career in 1939. He could easily have spent the war years starring in light-hearted entertainments. Instead, he combined political activism with active-duty military service in the U.S. Navy, and was instrumental in bringing special tactical deception methods to U.S. naval operations.

Fairbanks came from Hollywood royalty and had friends in high places, including President Franklin Roosevelt, who in 1941 appointed Fairbanks as special envoy to South America, where he gathered intelligence. In the late 1930s, at the height of American isolationism, he helped Adlai Stevenson organize the William Allen White Committee that lobbied for U.S. entry into the war. Six months before Pearl Harbor, he obtained a commission in the Naval Reserve.

Fairbanks’ support of intervention was doubtless strengthened by his lifelong Anglophile sympathies. He was a great favorite of several British royals, and King George VI was to give him an honorary knighthood for “furthering Anglo-American amity.” His ties to England were knotted tight when he was assigned to an officer exchange program under British Adm. Lord Louis Mountbatten. Lt. Fairbanks trained with the Royal Navy at the HMS Tormentor Advanced Training and Amphibious Operations Base and at the Commando Training School at Ancharry Castle, Scotland. He learned the art of naval deception and brought its skills and philosophy with him to his next assignment at Virginia Beach.

Under the command of Adm. Kent Hewitt, Fairbanks suggested that a unit of specialists such as those he had trained with might aid in the deployment of U.S. Naval forces in North Africa and the Mediterranean. The suave Fairbanks helped Hewitt sell the idea in Washington, and in 1943 the Beach Jumper program was begun. Although Fairbanks was not senior enough to command the unit, he was assigned to develop, supervise, and coordinate all plans with the British. The Beach Jumpers created and sustained the illusion that a military landing was happening at one beach — when in reality, that landing was taking place at a completely different location. These units had great success at Sicily, Salerno, Southern France, and the Philippines during World War II.

At the war’s end, Fairbanks was working on schemes to support the scheduled British landings at Singapore. He retired from the reserve as a captain in 1954. He wrote an enormously entertaining book about his wartime experience, “A Hell of A War.”

However, his truest feelings about his patriotic service may be best expressed in his words to a journalist in 1990. After forming the White Committee, he and his family received several death threats. “Why did I do it,” said Fairbanks. “I can only describe it with words that are considered rather corny these days: conviction, conscience, doing what I thought was right, the hell with the results.”

Douglas Fairbanks Jr. died on May 7, 2000, at the age of 90.

Although celebrated as an actor, Fairbanks was commissioned as a reserve officer in the United States Navy when the United States entered World War II and was assigned to Lord Mountbatten‘s Commando staff in the United Kingdom.[16]

In 1941, President Franklin D. Roosevelt appointed him special envoy to South America. Fairbanks served on the cruiser USS Wichita during the disastrous Convoy PQ17 operation.[17]

Having witnessed (and participated in) British training and cross-Channel harassment operations emphasizing the military art of deception, Fairbanks attained a depth of understanding and appreciation of military deception then unheard of in the United States Navy. Lieutenant Fairbanks was subsequently transferred to Virginia Beach where he came under the command of Admiral H. Kent Hewitt, who was preparing U.S. naval forces for the invasion of North Africa.

Fairbanks convinced Hewitt of the advantages of a military deception unit, then repeated the proposal at Hewett’s behest to Admiral Ernest King, Chief of Naval Operations. King thereupon issued a secret letter on March 5, 1943 charging the Vice Chief of Naval Operations with the recruitment of 180 officers and 300 enlisted men for the Beach Jumper program.

The Beach Jumpers’ mission would simulate amphibious landings with a very limited force. Operating dozens of kilometers from the actual landing beaches and utilizing their deception equipment, the Beach Jumpers would lure the enemy into believing that theirs was the principal landing.

United States Navy Beach Jumpers saw their initial action in Operation Husky, the invasion of Sicily. Throughout the remainder of the war, the Beach Jumpers conducted their hazardous, shallow-water operations throughout the Mediterranean.

For his planning the diversion-deception operations and his part in the amphibious assault on Southern France, Lieutenant Commander Fairbanks was awarded the United States Navy’s Legion of Merit with bronze V (for valor), the Italian War Cross for Military Valor, the French Légion d’honneur and the Croix de guerre with Palm, and the British Distinguished Service Cross.

Fairbanks was also awarded the Silver Star for valor displayed while serving on PT boats and in 1942 made an Officer the National Order of the Southern Cross, conferred by the Brazilian government.[18][19]

“A Hell of a War”: An Interview with Douglas Fairbanks, Jr.


Naval History : Now, that’s the way to start an interview.

Naval History : You took great pains not to be recognized or treated specially during your naval service.  How do you feel about participating in interviews and getting attention now?

Fairbanks : Frankly, being in the theatrical world, and also the governmental, diplomatic, and political worlds, I’ve been at the other end of interviews since I was a boy.  So there’s really nothing novel about it.  I try to make sense out of it, to give the right answers, and to be as honest as I can.

Naval History : To put things in perspective, where would you place your naval service in the overall context of your life?

Fairbanks : That’s a good question, isn’t it?  It’s one I shouldn’t answer quickly.  [Pauses.]  I’d put it very high up, very high up indeed.  But it had to be.  I wasn’t a boy when I went in.  In fact, I was beyond draft age.  I went in 1940, when I was already 30 years old.  My theatrical career was fairly flourishing at the time.  But I wanted to get into the Reserves and take on Adolf Hitler.  Actor Robert Montgomery and I went in at the same time and did our training together.  I had a difficult time getting a commission in the first place, because I didn’t have a university education.  I finally got one through a correspondence course in California.  Franklin Roosevelt, Jr. went with me the day I signed on to go to sea in Boston.

Naval History : You’ve probably heard the various theories espoused about how in the world we could have been taken by such complete surprise at Pearl Harbor.  At least one even implicates President Franklin D. Roosevelt in a conspiracy.  What do you think about all of that?

Fairbanks : Nonsense.  I don’t believe that President Roosevelt would have been involved in any conspiracy.  If that were true, evidence of it surely would have come out much earlier than this.  People suspect anything they don’t like or don’t want to digest.  It’s libel and slander on the President to suggest a conspiracy.  All sorts of things could have happened.  Nearly everything is possible.  The senior admirals and generals, I’m sure, considered it a possibility—but not a probability.  And they likely gave it no more credence than a dozen other options.

Naval History : We realize that you had a close relationship with President Roosevelt and his family before the war.  Has your opinion of him changed since then?

Fairbanks : Not at all, except that I have even more admiration for him now.  I thought he was a wonderful man, and still do.

Naval History : In the book you say that, after you received an AlNav bulletin that Pearl Harbor had been attacked, you threw it in the wastebasket.  Having been the first and only one on board to have seen it, what made you pull it back out?

Fairbanks : I was not certain what it meant—“Air Raid Pearl Harbor, this is no drill.”  What the hell was Pearl Harbor?  Where was it?  And what did they mean, “This is no drill?”  That part made me think it might be serious and that maybe I should tell somebody about it.  I was an Atlantic sailor at the time, not a Pacific one.  Nobody in the Atlantic knew much about Pearl Harbor.

Naval History : You acknowledge that you were luckier than most, especially those in the Navy.  How would you rate your general relationship with your shipmates?

Fairbanks : Pretty good.  I didn’t have any special advantages.  I was just lucky that the things I did came off all right and that I didn’t get hurt.  And I didn’t break any rules, or at least I didn’t get caught breaking any.

Naval History : So you made a specific effort not to trade on your celebrity status?

Fairbanks : Oh, absolutely, yes.  That would have been stupid—suicidal.  There were always some who tried to put me in my place.  “We’ll teach this guy,” they’d say.  When I didn’t pay them any attention, that sort of annoyed them.  They got no fun out of it and eventually just gave up.

Naval History : What do you remember about your relationships with the enlisted men?

Fairbanks : I suppose it was just the same as any other junior officer—a very junior officer.  I must have been a curiosity to many of them for the first few weeks.  Then the curiosity just melted into the ship’s company.

Naval History : Which is exactly the way you wanted it to go.

Fairbanks : Oh, of course, that’s the way I tried to guide it.  It would have been impossible to do the job otherwise.

Naval History : When would you say you turned from being a green officer into a veteran?

Fairbanks : I suppose that happened during the first engagement we had with a German U-boat on the destroyer—the Ludlow (DD-438) it was—when we crossed the Atlantic.  It doesn’t take very long once you get a good scare.  You get scared once, and you’re part of the team.

Naval History : You obviously had a varied Navy career, at least as far as ship types go.  By our account, the only ships in which you did not serve were submarines.  If you could have served in only one of those ship types, which would it have been and why?

Fairbanks : I enjoyed amphibious work best of all, because it had a little bit of everything.  It had land, sea, and air, a combination that was sort of off the beaten track, not straight down the line.  It was sort of special operations, and so it was more fun.  It wasn’t so conventional.  A battleship is too big, and a destroyer in a bad sea rolls around and rocks too much.  A lot of people liked the tin cans best.  But I’d take cruisers.  They’re sort of in between.  I enjoyed my time in the battleships—the Washington and the Mississippi —but they were so enormous.

Naval History : If you could have done anything differently in the war, what would it have been?

Fairbanks : Stayed out.  No, seriously, I’ve always been interested in the diplomatic and political side.  I would have liked to be in the State Department or to serve in some diplomatic capacity.  I enjoyed my Navy experience, but I think I would have enjoyed doing the same sorts of things I did before the war for FDR down in South America and in Europe, particularly in England and France.  I found it all very interesting.  I was on a much higher level than people would have imagined from somebody like me.  Nobody would have suspected that I was dealing directly with the President and the Secretary of State.  So it was all very interesting and fascinating from my point of view.

Naval History : What impressions do you retain of [Allied Combined Forces Commander] Admiral [H. Kent] Hewitt pictured there on your wall?

Fairbanks : Very fond ones, very fond.  He was a gentle, nice man.  When Admiral [Ernest] King gave him hell in front of the lot of us, the old man almost wept with embarrassment and humiliation.  We hated Admiral King for doing that to him, because we had such affection and respect for Admiral Hewitt.

Naval History : You described the frustration you felt in the beach jumpers when you had a skipper who was not very knowledgeable or supportive.  Did that situation improve once he was replaced?

Fairbanks : The man was a madman.  He was absolutely impossible.  He tried to conspire with me, saying, “You must get more recognition.  You must arrange to have somebody killed on the next operation.  We haven’t had enough casualties yet.”  That’s when I got around to reporting it.  I was on friendly terms with some senior officers.  I didn’t want to go through proper channels.  This was too dangerous.  He was widely disliked, widely hated, widely feared, and finally sent out to the Pacific.

Naval History : How did the term “beach jumper” come about?

Fairbanks : It was a code name given by Mountbatten, I think.  We had training up in Inverary, Scotland.  The idea was for it to be a cover name—partly descriptive—and a code name at the same time.

Naval History : Do you feel that the beach jumpers really fulfilled their potential?

Fairbanks : I thought we could have done even more. Today, this type of operation is an integral part of the force.

Naval History : In the book, why did you spotlight operations in the south of France over Normandy, which usually gets most of the attention?

Fairbanks : They didn’t do too much of my sort of fighting at Normandy.  At Normandy we were experimenting with new things, like the Dieppe operation.  Normandy was pretty much all power, not much deception.  And we were later involved in strategic planning.  It was called London Control—just a cover name.  That was an interesting group.  They had supervision over that sort of operation all around the world.

Naval History : From the looks of your walls, it’s almost as if people were standing in line to give you medals.

Fairbanks : A lot of them don’t mean a thing.  They’re just routine.  Two or three of them mean something, and I received them gratefully.  The others are all just automatic.

Naval History : Well, six campaign stars on your Middle East/European/African medal is impressive indeed.

Fairbanks : We’re going to a dinner tomorrow night at an ambassador’s house.  On the invitation it says that decorations will be worn.  I don’t know where all mine are at the moment.  My wife thinks she knows.

Naval History : Some of the action summaries that you wrote during the war and then quoted in the book certainly display a flair for writing.  Do you enjoy writing?

Fairbanks : Yes.  I probably should have done more.  I’ve always enjoyed writing, and I still do.  That is the art I most respect.

Naval History : What type of writing do you prefer—newspapers?  Or novels?  Or what you’re doing now?

Fairbanks : Different kinds.  I wrote articles and poetry when I was 16 and 17.  Two poems of mine were published in Vanity Fair , and I had some short stories printed in Esquire .  I’ve been scribbling a long time.  I didn’t win any prizes, but I did get published.

Naval History : What are you working on now?  Is it a follow-on to A Hell of a War ?

Fairbanks : Oh, yes.  I’m not working very hard on it, though.  There’s no rush.

Naval History : Are you going to bring us up to the present in your next book?

Fairbanks : I won’t really know until it happens.  I’ll see what the publisher wants.  You might say I just scribble for the sake of the family now.

Naval History : How much did you rely on memory, how much on notes, and how much on research?

Fairbanks : It’s a little mélange of everything.  I found some diaries and notes, and letters to the family.

Naval History : The research is the fun part, and the writing is the hard part.

Fairbanks : You’re absolutely right.  It is fun to get it all assembled.  Then you find one bit of research that upsets everything else before it, and it contradicts what you’ve already concluded.

Naval History : As historians, we wish everyone had as keen a sense of history as you obviously do.  What does history mean to you?  How important is it?

Fairbanks : I’ve always enjoyed it—the stories, the excitement, how things developed, the origin of everything.  I’m not only fascinated with natural history—the sun and the stars—but also political history, language, and culture.  I’ve been interested in how things began ever since I was a boy.

Naval History : Today’s history teachers try to instill this interest in young people, but it’s become more and more challenging.

Fairbanks : My children aren’t in the least interested in history, so I understand the situation.

Naval History : In your opinion, how has World War II been depicted in films?  How would you rate it?

Fairbanks : Do you know, I haven’t seen very many of them.  I’m trying to think of one.  The Longest Day is one.  I remember seeing the play, The Caine Mutiny , but I didn’t see the movie.  In Which We Serve , with Noel Coward, I thought was great.  That was all about Mountbatten, of course.

Naval History : What we are driving at here is that one of the big criticisms of movies, at least these days—and you must have heard it before—is that historical accuracy often suffers in favor of romanticism.

Fairbanks : Sure!  And why shouldn’t it?  Films and theatrical productions are not meant to be documentaries.  Shakespeare wrote a lot of history, but I doubt if much of it was historically accurate.  He made Richard III a famous hunchback villain.  But there’s no evidence at all in any history showing that Richard III was deformed, that his right shoulder was higher than the left.  Somebody else wrote that his left shoulder was higher than his right.  This was the only contemporary mention that Richard III was crippled at all.  Yet Shakespeare made Richard III famous as a hunchback villain.

Naval History : Do you have any stories or anecdotes that you’d like to share with our readers but didn’t include in the book?

Fairbanks : I doubt it.  Nothing that I could say out loud, anyway.


Fairbanks’s War


  • Assigned by President Franklin D. Roosevelt, Secretary of State Cordell Hull, and Under Secretary of State Sumner Welles to official and semi-official government duties with various public, foreign, philanthropic, and educational organizations.


  • Helped organize the William Allen White Committee to Defend America by Aiding the Allies and served as National Co-Vice President with Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt.
  • Helped organize Franco-British War Relief, Inc. (later, British War Relief).
  • Headed and financed Douglas Voluntary Hospitals in the United Kingdom, later absorbed by St. John’s Ambulance Brigade and the British Red Cross.


  • Committee member of The Fight for Freedom Committee


  • Commissioned a lieutenant (junior grade), U.S. Naval Reserve.
  • Appointed by President Roosevelt as presidential envoy to Brazil, Argentina, Uruguay, Chile, Peru, and Panama.
  • Assigned temporary duty in the Office of Naval Intelligence, Navy Department, Washington, D.C.
  • Ordered to USS Ludlow , serving as assistant gunnery officer, assistant communication officer, and watch officer in the destroyer, which was part of a convoy escort in the North Atlantic.  Saw first action against German U-boats in November.
  • Transferred as assistant gunnery and watch officer to USS Mississippi , flagship of U.S. Task Force 99, U.S. Atlantic Fleet (attached to British Home Fleet) based in Reykjavik, Iceland, and Scapa Flow, Scotland.


  • January, served in Office of Naval Intelligence, at headquarters of Commander-in-Chief, U.S. Fleet, U.S. Navy Department, Washington, D.C.
  • February, served as executive officer with minesweeper patrol in U.S. Atlantic coastal waters.
  • March, assigned to staff of Commander, U.S. Task Force 99 in the battleship Washington as flag lieutenant and aide to the task force commander.
  • June, assigned temporary duty as assistant gunnery officer and “staff observer” on board the USS Wasp on convoys from Scapa Flow and Glasgow to Malta.
  • July, assigned same duties on board the heavy cruiser USS Wichita as part of close covering escort of Convoy PQ-17, from Scapa Flow, via the Arctic Ocean, to Murmansk, U.S.S.R.
  • End of July through September, assigned to Rear Admiral Lord Louis Mountbatten’s Combined Operations Commando Headquarters, London.  Participated in planning section, special weapons and camouflage sections, and attended the Commando Training Centre, Inverary, Scotland.  Later assigned by Mountbatten to command a flotilla of amphibious raiding craft (only U.S. officer assigned), with bases in Warsash, and Isle of Wight.  Operated with Royal Marine Commandos in raids across the English Channel.

Late 1942 to 1944

  • Assigned various special operational and staff duties, including planning staff for Special Operations Commander, Amphibious Force, U.S. Atlantic Fleet, and Commander, U.S. Naval Forces, Northwest African Waters.  Served as Chief Staff Officer for Special Operations Task Group 80.4 (the “Beach Jumpers”) in the Mediterranean.
  • After invasion of France in 1944, transferred to Strategic Plans Division and later to Post War Plans Division, Officer of the Chief of Naval Operations, and Headquarters of the Commander-in-Chief, U.S. Fleet, Washington, D.C., serving as liaison between the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the State Department.  Returned to inactive duty, February 1946.
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Ramparts and Denis de Rougemont

For years I have been the lonliest man on earth. I owned – a vision! God warned me about the Russians and bid me to take up the Warning Cross of Herbert Armstrong.

Rosamond Press

WASHINGTON, DC – JULY 23: U.S. President Donald Trump applauds in front of a doctored presidential seal with a double headed eagle and a set of golf clubs as he arrives to address the Teen Student Action Summit July 23, 2019 in Washington, DC. Conservative high school students gathered for the 4-day invited-only conference hosted by Turning Point USA to hear from conservative leaders and activists, receive activism and leadership training, and network with other attendees and organizations from across the U.S. (Photo by Alex Wong/Getty Images)

The spirit of Warren Hinckle is at the Oaks Motel in Oakland along with Krassner. Ramparts magazine exposed the CCF headed by Denis de Rougemont and the CIA.

Putin knew all about this operation and mimicked it to depict Democrats and dangerous anti-Christian Socialist. This is the tactic the Republicans and the Christian-right is employing in THE OPEN! They know Putin knows about…

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Defending The Ukraine

How I saw all this coming needs to be studied, A Democratic Congressman asked Ms. Cooper of the Ministry of Defense;

“What more can be done to help Ukraine against Russian cyberware?”

I announced over a year ago I was authoring a James Bond-like novel to counter Putin. I just woke from my Old Man Nap and God gave me permission to take something for myself. Alas, I got in touch with the Throwaway Boy. I am, like Samuel….The Nazarite. I am….The Last Prophet Standing.

The Ambassador of the European Union testified in Congress today. One of the fathers of the EU was Denis De Rougemont. I suspect he is kin to Clive Rougemont who was the head of Lloyd’s of London, who I have as the head of BAD. Victoria is called to London by Clive. She and Miriam have been having an affair. I was going to use the title ‘For Our Eyes Only’.  In this post I saw myself as Perseus come to save Rena from the sea monster. Note the date.

John The Nazarite

De Rougemont of Lloyds



The cote of arms of Lloyd’s contains the cross and sword of Saint George who saved a fair maiden from a dragon, and thus the dragon of the City of London, the wealthiest place on earth. I believe the Rougemont family of Lloyd’s springs from the Noble_Order_of_Saint_George_of_Rougemont.

Herbert de Rougemont of Lloyd’s of London

Herbert de Rougemont of Lloyd’s of London

The coat of arms of Llloyd’s of London contains the same Knight
Templar cross and sword that we see in the City of London coat of
arms. The modern buildings of Lloyd’s of London, and Swiss Re,
dominate the heart of the City of London where Templars allegedly
controlled Britian’s banking, and from them rose the Gnomes of
Zurich Switzerland. This merger may have only taken place in the
cityscape above, where the dome of Swiss Re is in back of the
Lloyd’s of London building. Together, they make a city of tomorow, a
global city that gathers together all the Hugenot Banking families
whom fled to Geneva, and then England. The Herbert de Rougemont
family was one of them. My Huguenot Rougemont ancestors lived in
Basel where Swiss Re has its roots, and then fled to England and

Herbert de Rougemont was there in the beginning of Lloyd’s. His
genealogy says he was an underwriter who lived in Craven Hill
Gardens and had six servants. He is the great grandfather of Sir
Michael John de Rougemont Richardson whose mother, Audrey de
Rougemont, married Arthur Wray Richardson. The Rougemont home later
became the Hempel Hotel.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2006

The Mournful Wail of The Lost Mothers

For Our Eyes Only


John Presco

Copyright 2019

Victoria Bond chose to take the train to London to see Clive Rougemont. She needed time to think. She deduced she and Miriam Starfish Christling were in deep shit. How deep, was not the question. Victoria wrote this on her yellow legal pad;

“How deep do you want to go!”

That’s when she heard Miriam’s mournful waling that caught up with the whistle of the train at every crossing, proving a mathematical relativity that only her dear lover could fathom. Victoria felt quaking in her throat as she knew her beloved Wild Woman was doing everything she could to keep this question, down;

“Are you going to betray me, my love?”

The heat of her tears began to blur her mission, which was to Deprogram herself.  She took about BAD’s treatment on David Hume’s Guillotine, which was the prescribed moral and logical lifeboat all BAD agents were instructed to use – to the best of their ability. There was no guarantee this lifeboat will save your ass, or, anyone’s ass you might-ought to be considering worth saving.

“A boat, is a boat, is a boat. All boats are the same because they serve three purpouses. 1. They keep the occupant dry. 2. They keep the occupant fro drowining. 3. They get you to and from you destination. Our object is to get other spies to lose tract of what a boat is. If you are not sure you are lost, then, read this……..

In every system of morality, which I have hitherto met with, I have always remarked, that the author proceeds for some time in the ordinary way of reasoning, and establishes the being of a God, or makes observations concerning human affairs; when of a sudden I am surprised to find, that instead of the usual copulations of propositions, is, and is not, I meet with no proposition that is not connected with an ought, or an ought not. This change is imperceptible; but is, however, of the last consequence. For as this ought, or ought not, expresses some new relation or affirmation, ’tis necessary that it should be observed and explained; and at the same time that a reason should be given, for what seems altogether inconceivable, how this new relation can be a deduction from others, which are entirely different from it. But as authors do not commonly use this precaution, I shall presume to recommend it to the readers; and am persuaded, that this small attention would subvert all the vulgar systems of morality, and let us see, that the distinction of vice and virtue is not founded merely on the relations of objects, nor is perceived by reason.”

Miriam’s wail got even louder because she knew her beloved Miriam was reading this paragraph – that she refused to read!

“I would never betray you this way!”

“What way would you betray me?” was Victoria’s comeback. Then she wrote;

“When mothers die young, when their children are young, the greater tears to be shed, are shed by the dead mother, for she has lost them, her beloved souls that were put in her care.”

Victoria studied what she wrote and asked if this was pure Victoria sentiment, or, a valid observation.

“What is the primary and most lingering emotion the children own after losing their mothers?”

Victoria tapped her pen on her lower teeth and gazed at nothing in particular. She thought she saw Miriam running alongside the train, very fast. She was shouting to Victoria.

“What? What are you saying?”

Victoria got up and lowered the window.

“Speak up!”

“The answer is, we all feel guilty. We feel we caused our mother’s death!”

Victoria dropped her yellow pad, and sunk her face in her trembling hands. Where did this answer come from? Is there such a thing as a psychic interenion. Did the fact that she, Miriam and Belle all lost their mothers when they were nine. That’s three nines? Does this have any meaning? If Miriam were here, she would be all over this with he PI ditty.

All of a sudden, Miriam is running alongside the train. She is holding up a large poster-board upon which is written…..

“9+9=18. 1+8=9. 18+9=27. 2+7=9”

Victoria almost fainted. She was not longer blocked to math. Miram had been jamming and cramming her brain with simple match riddles. When she asked why she had not read Hume’s Guilotine, she sad.

“He is fucking with my parents Russian Fairytales and the Secret Math they found that applies to them. This is why it is important we find Queen Victoria’s lost library. I suspect it is full of Fairytales that have not see the light of day for a hundred years – at least!”

Of course, a boat is not a boat – when it is a Fairytale. Now, Victoria owned the real picture of what Miriam is doing, she is stalking about Osborne House looking for Fairytale Library.

“The is hope for us – yet!” Victoria wrote. And, she put her notepad away.

I will no longer be using photographs of living people for my book. I decided twenty minute ago to use Pre-Raphaelite painting. I found the perfect image for Victoria Serena Bond. I then found this…My Winged Muses are on my side, and are my friends. I can do not wrong.

I am driving over a cliff in depicting Lesbian Lovers as spies. I made no study on this. The typical Bond plot, has James getting good reasons to kill a man or ten after chasing him down. Only then is he rewarded with sexual intercourse from a woman. I want to add – what are we fighting and dying for? Any oaf can be loyal to his country for almost any damn reason. Are men and women loay to one another – like they used to be?

I was in a line at my pharmisist listening to a father and his son argue about Gamer Rules. This beautiful boy, about nine, was making a point about characters being brought back to life, and his father was saying his reasoning was not sound. I had bee working on and important aspect of my book, and begged to ask them a question. The father’s phone rang and he said;

“My son will answer your question.”

There we were at Wal-Mart pharmacy talking about a plot for a James Bond movies. I was so impressed with this sophisticated human being who had so many answers. He is the male version of Victoria – and Miriam. I better now my stuff. I just found this……This is a mother! What as son! What a father! Harry’s loyalty to Meghan is exemplary! Mission accomplished! Well done!

Talk: Pre-Raphaelite Women Artists And The Isle of Wight

Interested in art? Why not head to this talk tomorrow (Saturday) night at Dimbola about Pre-Raphaelite Women Artists And The Isle of Wight.

If you’re looking for something different to do tomorrow (Saturday) evening why not head to Dimbola Museum and Galleries.

Pre-raphaelite woman:Vaguely Sunny in association with the Julia Margaret Cameron Trust are hosting a lecture by the highly-respected writer Dr Jan Marsh.

Dr Marsh will be discussing the Pre-Raphaelite Women Artists and their connection to the Isle of Wight




I Am Flemings Literary Heir

I am carrying on a family tradition in authoring the next Bond book. Sabrina Victoria Easton was the name of my first character study. Victoria Sabrina Bond is the present name. I will have to do a monogram for VSB.

John Presco

In the European heritage, it is taken from the Roman name for a river in mid-Wales which flows into England, there known as the Severn.[3]

According to a legend recounted by Geoffrey of Monmouth in the 12th century, Habren or Sabrina, the Latinized form of the river’s Common Brittonic or proto-Welsh name, was the daughter of a king named Locrinus (also known as Locrin or Locrine in English) by his mistress, the Germanic princess Estrildis. Locrinus ruled England after the death of his father, Brutus of Troy, the legendary second founder of Britain. Locrinus cast aside his wife, Guendolen, and their son Maddan and acknowledged Sabrina and her mother, but the enraged Guendolen raised an army against him and defeated Locrinus in battle. Guendolen then ordered that Sabrina and her mother be drowned in the river. The river was named after Sabrina so Locrine’s betrayal of Guendolen would never be forgotten.[4] According to legend, Sabrina lives in the river, which reflects her mood. She rides in a chariot and dolphins and salmon swim alongside her.[5] The later story suggests that the legend of Sabrina could have become intermingled with old stories of a river goddess or nymph.[6]

On the name Sabrina, The Facts on File Dictionary of First Names (1983) has this to say:

Roman name for the River Severn, in England. Ekwall, in his English River Names, thinks that Severn is a Celtic name but is unable to explain it. The legendary explanation for Sabrina is

The Royal Janitor

Mandatory Credit: Photo by NEIL HALL/EPA-EFE/REX/Shutterstock (9457036l)
Members of the armed forces in protective suits investigate a property in Winterslow near Salisbury in Britain, 12 March 2017. Russian ex-spy Sergei Skripal and his daughter were attacked with a nerve agent on 04 March 2018. Skripal and his daughter Yulia remain in a ‘very serious’ condition.
Investigation into possible poisoning of former Russian spy, Salisbury, United Kingdom – 12 Mar 2018

‘The Royal Janitor’


Jon Presco

Copyright 2018

Sabrina Victoria Eastman could not get to Osborne House fast enough. When she got behind the wheel of her 1961 Jaguar she named ‘Grey Cloud’ the young women who picked her up at the airport tried not to show that she had been warned. She was two shades a pale grey when they arrived at the palace built for Victoria and Albert. She tried to keep up on unsteady legs. The blood was returning to her hands now that she unloosened her grip. As they made their way into the basement she realized she had an experience better than sex. She was a virgin. All her blood veins were alive with an energy she did not know existed. She felt adventurous, and nauseous. She knew she would never be the same.

At the stainless steel door, Sabrina stopped, pointed up, and asked;

“What does that say?”

It says……….”I can tell that you are quite left-leaning.”

“Why is it there?” Sabrina asked.

“To remind us to never underestimate anyone. And, never think for a second a whacked-out poet-artist and Bohemian type, is not a true patriot.”


A Russian Government hacking operation aimed at the US power grid did not compromise operations at any of the nation’s commercial nuclear power plants, federal regulators and the nuclear industry say.

Key points:

  • Trump administration accuses Russia of a plot to penetrate America’s electricity grid, factories, water supply and air travel
  • US national security officials determined Russian intelligence was behind a broad range of cyberattacks starting a year ago
  • Corporate networks at some of the 99 plants licensed by the Nuclear Regulatory Commission were affected by the 2017 hack

Corporate networks at some of the 99 plants licensed by the Nuclear Regulatory Commission were affected by the 2017 hack aimed at the energy grid and other infrastructure, but no safety, security or emergency preparedness functions were affected, the NRC said in a statement.

US nuclear plants are designed as operational “islands” that are not connected to the internet and other networks. Nuclear power provides about 20 per cent of the nation’s electricity.


I whose curl’d hair was as a strong stak’d net
To take the hunters and the hunt, and bind         35
Faces and feet and hands; a golden gin
Wherein the tawny-lidded lions fell,
Broken at ankle; I that am yet, ah yet,
And shall be till the worm hath share in me,
Fairer than love or the clean truth of God,         40
More sweet than sober customs of kind use
That shackle pain and stablish temperance;
I that have roses in my name, and make
All flowers glad to set their color by;
I that have held a land between twin lips         45
And turn’d large England to a little kiss;
God thinks not of me as contemptible;
And that you think me even a smaller thing

Fleming was born in 1925, reportedly in Switzerland.[1] She was the illegitimate daughter of the painter Augustus John by his mistress Eve Fleming, mother of the writers Peter Fleming and Ian Fleming by her late husband, although most of her life she was raised as the adopted daughter of Eve Fleming as a pretence to hide her illegitimacy and only discovered her true parentage when she was in her twenties.[2]

She went away to school at Downe House in Berkshire, but went up to London every three weeks for cello lessons with John Snowden. In 1943 she won a scholarship to study full-time with Ivor James at the Royal College of Music.[1] She later studied at times under Gaspar Cassadó, Enrico Mainardi, Pablo Casals, Guilhermina Suggia and Pierre Fournier.

She died unmarried in 1999, peacefully in a hospital at the age of 73. The Times reported that “she never became complacent. She sought out the best teachers in Europe and willingly experimented with many techniques, including practising naked in front of the mirror.”

Her half-brother Ian Fleming, in one of his James Bond short stories “The Living Daylights“, has Bond musing about a cellist he observes from his sniper’s position: “There was something almost indecent in the idea of that bulbous, ungainly instrument between her splayed thighs. Of course Suggia had managed to look elegant, and so did that girl Amaryllis somebody. But they should invent a way for women to play the damned thing side-saddle.”

In March 2009 the concert hall of the Royal College of Music, following refurbishment, was renamed the “Amaryllis Fleming Concert Hall” in her honour.[7]

Sir Caspar John, the first aviator to command the Royal Navy, died today in a Cornwall hospital at the age of 81, his family said. The admiral was largely responsible for developing Britain’s naval air fleet in World War II.

The family did not give the cause of death.

Son of the artist Augustus John, Caspar John was 13 years old when he joined the navy in 1916. He went on to qualify as a pilot and learned deck- landing skills on the aircraft carrier Hermes in the early 1920’s.

His coolness as a young pilot was demonstrated when he was flying over China and the tail of his aircraft broke. Instead of bailing out, he landed the plane so the cause of the break could be investigated.

In 1941 he was promoted to be the navy’s chief representative for aircraft development and production. He became First Sea Lord, or commander of the navy, in 1960. He retired in 1963.

From 1964 to 1971, he served on a commission investigating breaches of security in the public service.”The_Living_Daylights”,_Osborne#Naval_College

Six ships and a shore establishment of the Royal Navy have borne the name HMS Britannia, after Britannia, the goddess and personification of Great Britain:,_Osborne#Naval_College


Octopussy and The Living Daylights (sometimes published as Octopussy) is the fourteenth and final James Bond book written by Ian Fleming in the Bond series. The book is a collection of short stories published posthumously in the United Kingdom by Jonathan Cape on 23 June 1966.

The book originally contained just two stories, “Octopussy” and “The Living Daylights“, with subsequent editions also carrying firstly “The Property of a Lady” and then “007 in New York“. The stories were first published in different publications, with “Octopussy” first serialised in the Daily Express in October 1965. “The Living Daylights” had first appeared in The Sunday Times on 4 February 1962; “The Property of a Lady” was published in November 1963 in a Sotheby’s publication, The Ivory Hammer, whilst “007 in New York” first appeared in the New York Herald Tribune in October 1963.

The two original stories, “Octopussy” and “The Living Daylights”, were both adapted for publication in comic strip format in the Daily Express in 1966–1967. Elements from the stories have also been used in the Eon Productions Bond films. The first, Octopussy, starring Roger Moore as James Bond, was released in 1983 as the thirteenth film in the series and provided the back story for the film Octopussy’s family, while “The Property of a Lady” was more closely adapted for an auction sequence in the film. The Living Daylights, released in 1987, was the fifteenth Bond film produced by Eon and starred Timothy Dalton in his first appearance as Bond. “007 in New York”, meanwhile, provided character and plot elements for the first two films starring Daniel Craig as Bond, Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace.


“Octopussy” [edit]

Secret Service operative James Bond, code name 007, is assigned to apprehend a hero of the Second World War implicated in a murder involving a cache of Nazi gold. Bond appears only briefly in this story, which is told mostly in flashback from the perspective of Major Dexter Smythe, the man Bond has been sent to bring in. Smythe remained in Europe after the war, found the gold with the help of a mountain guide, and killed him in order to keep it for himself. Bond was put on the case after the guide’s body fell out of a glacier and he recognized the man as a ski instructor and father figure from his youth. Smythe is now a melancholy alcoholic living alone on the beach, interacting mainly with the residents of its coral reef – including the titular Octopussy, a beloved ‘pet’ octopus that Smythe feeds and talks to.

Bond chooses not to take Smythe into custody immediately, but leaves him to contemplate his options – suicide or a court martial. As Smythe hunts for scorpion fish to feed Octopussy, he suffers a sting which triggers a fatal heart attack, during which Octopussy pulls him under. Deciding to spare Smythe’s reputation, Bond classifies the death as an accidental drowning.

“The Living Daylights” [edit]

An unusually morose James Bond is assigned sniper duty to help British agent 272 escape from East Berlin. Bond’s duty is to safeguard his crossing into West Berlin by eliminating a top KGB assassin codenamed “Trigger” who has been dispatched to kill him. Bond takes up a position on the western edge of the border, in a hotel overlooking the no man’s land of broken, brightly lit ground that 272 will have to cross. On each of three nights, he sees a female orchestra arrive for rehearsal and leave, taking particular notice of a beautiful blonde cellist. Once 272 starts to cross the border, Bond sees Trigger get in position to kill him and realizes that it is the cellist. He adjusts his aim at the last moment and shoots her rifle instead of killing her, allowing 272 to reach safety.

Afterward, Bond admits to his spotter that he did not try for a kill shot only because Trigger had been a woman. He muses that even though 272 is safe, the mission will be considered a failure because he did not kill Trigger, and he hopes that M will fire him for it.

“The Property of a Lady” [edit]

The Secret Service learns that Maria Freudenstein, an employee known to be a double agent working for the Soviet Union, has just received a valuable item of jewelry crafted by Peter Carl Fabergé and is planning to auction it at Sotheby’s. Bond suspects that the Resident Director of the KGB in London will attend the auction and underbid for the item, in order to drive the price up to the value needed to pay Maria for her services. Bond attends the auction, spots the man, and leaves to make arrangements for his expulsion from London as persona non grata.

“007 in New York” [edit]

A brief tale in which Bond muses about New York City and his favourite recipe for scrambled eggs, during a quick mission to the titular city to warn a female MI6 employee that her new boyfriend is a KGB agent. It is notable for including a rare humorous conclusion and for its mention of Solange, a young lady of Bond’s intimate acquaintance who works in a shop, Abercrombie’s, “appropriately employed in their Indoor Games Department”.

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Shamus Dundon Is A Lying Cheat

Shamus Dundon did not return the painting I did in 1961, as promised. He did not call me and tell me my sister was dying until after she had been dead for eleven days. He did not call me and tell me my mother was dying. I did not get to say goodbye. He did not call me and tell me my father was dying. I learned this from my cousin I never met, Donna Wilbur Presco, who was doing the Presco genealogy. She informed me Vic Presco had been dead for three years.

In doing a simple genealogy a few vital statistics are required. The date of birth, the date of death, and how old the family member was is given. Birth place, and place of death, is required. After I gave my sixty page report to the Sherriff and Coroner of Monterey County, he changed his report. Shamu’s mother told the Coroner’s office at the hospital they took Christine, that they were “hikers on highway one”. The Coroner did not know they were guests in a home at Rocky Point. When I asked Vicki for the names of the owners, and when she refused to give me their names, my investigation was on. I still do not know who invited the world famous artist, Christine Rosamond Benton, to that very dangerous place. What I wanted to ask them, was this;

“Did you tell my sister this was not the place to go “shelling” and looking for creatures in tide-pools? Did you tell my family to not go down to the sea?”

As a family member, I had the right to ask these questions. But, what if I was no longer a family member, or, just treated like an outsider? There’s another family member I was not told was on death’s door, Melba Broderick. Her son told me he told Vicki to tell all her grandchildren she wanted to see them before she died. He was shocked to learn she had not told us, and thus Melba left her estate to her only son, with express wishes that he invest it in Rosamond’s art, in order to increase grandma’s legacy.

“My mother was very upset when no one showed up. So was I.”

I kept my mouth shut, because I was investigating the death of a family member. This sad sea yarn made no sense. Why would Melba want to increase the legacy meant for unforgiving monsters? I went to the County seat and looked at Melba’s Will. I read the words DISOWNED. Her will had been changed days before she died. This is when I stopped seeing The Big Liar. It was too much. This poor woman was deprived of what tens of millions of old people have enjoyed for a million years – the right to meet your maker after making peace with all members of your family. Melba Broderick died an abandoned orphan in the world. Why didn’t Shamus Dundon call Mark? When Mark called me to tell me Vic raped our niece, Shannon, he asked me what became of Melba’s legacy. He had talked to Christine and she said;

“I got it all!”

I understood Mark was trying to get me mad at our sister. He said Christine was blackmailing Vic – for money! It took me a month to figure out that the plan was not have anyone show up at Melba’s bedside, and she leave it all to Vic, who was waiting for his mother to die to he could become a partner of his two daughters in four Rosamond images. I talked to Melba’s Executor who lived across the street, that I knew as a child, and he said;

“Your father was in a awful hurry to get the Probate 0ver so he could invest in your sister’s art.”

Did Mark know about this conspiracy the defraud? Did my brother know about the $60,000 dollars Vicki invested in Christine’s art. Did Mark know our sister stole this money from her husband’s bank account, and, joined the Navy in order to get away from crazy Ken Prather, who threated to murder our sister? You could have read about Ken if Shamus had contributed to Tom Snyder lying biography of Christine. I asked Mark why he didn’t contribute to our sisters’ biography. He said;

“I couldn’t think of anything nice to say about her.”

Then Mark let it slip he read the rough draft of this bio. Do you see him…The Man of the Presco Family lurking in the background – controlling the information? I am convinced Shamus got permission from Mark, and Viki, to keep me, and the adult Heir, in the dark.

Vicki ended up with Melba’s Rambler. Her only son ended up with my mother’s Mustang. When Shamus was forced to call me because his son reads this blog, he asked me what I wanted. I told him I want my painting, Rosemary’s jewelry box, and my sisters autobiography that his mother showed me a month after Christine was “killed” by a rogue rave. Shamus told me my nieces are fighting over the jewelry box, and, if he finds the lost bio he will give it to Drew Benton.

“Anything else?”

“Yes! I want the truth. Who was invited to the party at Rocky Point?”

“What party! There was no party!”

“Yes there is. Stacey Pierrot says she was going to a “beach party” and Christine was going to be there.”

‘It says that?”

“You haven’t read the bio?”

“No! All I know, is there was no party!”

On this day, Mark Presco and Shamus Dundon, are suspects in the MURDER of my sister. Since 1994 I have been looking at someone knocking Christine out, then dragging, or carrying her to the edge of the cliff. She survived the plummet, and was revived by the cold sea.

My family is the coldest and most inhumane family – in art history – if not human history! I was smart to get away from them, and stay away most of my life. I should not have gone to Christine’s funeral. Rosemary told me Christine did a Virginia Wolfe, and walked into the sea. It is so very hard to look at the possibility your mother is lying to you, giving you a alibi, just in case you are wondering, guessing at what the truth is……..again! Rosemary knew I owned a detective mind. She knew……….I loved the truth! She helped with the cover-up. She helped…….un-born me.

Rosamond’s Estate was sold to Stacey Pierrot, The Liar, who removes herself from the Death Scene by saying she flew to visit her parents, and did not get back until the “afternoon”. This is March. How cold is it? What time does the sun set? Why didn’t Stacey delay her visit – till after the party? Christine does not do things half way. Who was in charge of the invitations? Jacci was taking care of the gallery.

Vicki told me Christine invite her to come sign more of her prints. Rosamond was too lazy to do this. Vicki told me she resented being used as a servant. Vicki told me the main house was locked. The Sheriff told me it was open, and full of people, even children. Vicki told me she, Drew, and Shamus salivated while looking at the T.V. They wanted to play video games. When Shamus told me he was up in the house playing video games, and not down in the cove where his aunt was swept away, the Cavalcade of Lies, was on. When did it ever stop? I can’t even do a simple genealogy.

I tried to see members of my family once a year. I saw my father a year before the fist member of my natal family, died. I met my cousin, Bill Broderick, for the first time. He introduced me to his other. Then I learned he and Vic were sending Chritine and Garth legal letters. Bill was an attorney. Christine never gave her partners proceeds and an accounting. Vicki was furious, but, had been seeing Garth during the divorce. Vic and Bill said she jumped ship, and was trying to get her investment back through Garth. She failed. She and Shamus took a shit load of partnership prints out of my sister’s house – the very day she died – and stuffed them in the trunk of grandma’s Rambler! These two are not artists, not talented.

When I visited Christine one year, she took me to the top of a hill in her brand new Cadillac, and offered to teach me her style so I could become rich and famous, too. She gave me full credit for her success – as her teacher! I told her she did not owe me a thing, and she deserved her success.

“You have done an amazing job!”

When I tried to make amends, and called for a family reunion in Bullhead City where I met my grand nephews, Robert Miles called me and told me he was moving out of the last place I saw Rosemary alive. He wanted to know if I wanted my painting my mother put out in the shed, where it got wet, and warped. The frame was ruined. I told Robby to take the work out of the frame, and ship it to Vicki, which he did. I told Vicki to put it between her mattress to get the warp out, then, get it framed. This is where Shamus found it – eight years later!

Why did my mother put my work out in the shed? In Snyder’s bio, there is a mention of a letter Christine got from me. It was about forty pages long. It is lost. Vicki, Mark, and Rosemary got a copy. I tell my siblings WE are throw-away children, and should get our children back, that we threw away. I did not know I was a father. I considered my siblings children, my children. I talked about my sobriety, and the Co-Dependency programs I was in. I said this;

“God help us if one of us dies. We are so dysfunctional, this tragedy will destroy us.”

Shamus said as soon as he sends me my painting, he is done with me. I gave that painting to Vicki as an Act of Good Faith. Could she feel it’s warmth as she lay atop it?

I never realized a dime from my sister’s art. I didn’t want – one dime! I was proud of her. As her teacher, I was rewarded. Rosemary died believing my sister got all her talent from her. Vic died with the same belief. The truth is, Rosamond got her talent from me…..The Boy Who Got Thrown Away!

The last time I saw Rosemary, alive, she woke me in the middle of the night. She was rummaging through the house looking for the original work of art her daughter gave her.

“It was here, in the closet.”

“When was the last time Vicki was here?”

“Two months ago. We talked about how much she thought it was worth!”

“There you go! Now you know where it went! Now do believe me?”

What mother wants to own the truth her daughter is a dishonorable, lying, thief! And still I tried to make it all better!

Sucker! Like mother, like son. Shamus called me to let me know he will be carrying on Vicki’s family tradition.

‘What do you want?”

You got to laugh! I hope my reader and audience is amused!

“You see. Captain Vic raised us to be like pirates. Stealing treasure that does not belong to us – is a art!”

John Presco

Copyright 2019

Party At Rocky Point

Alas I read all of Tom Snyder’s shitty biography of my later sister Christine Rosamond. Stacey Pierrot sais there was a party going on. This is what my mother said. She also suggested her daughter committed suicide. From what Snyder wrote, I tend to agree.

Stacey says her and Jacci Belford were “protective of her art”. Stacey lied to me when she said she was not selling Vic’s share of the prints purchased with Grandma Melba’s legacy. I had Vic call Garth’s divorce attorney who Vicki was talking to almost every day.

“I’m shocked to know you exist – and the partnership prints! I told Garth and Vicki to inventory the entire estate,”

My father died without getting his share of the prints. This is why I got angry with my daughter’s idea she too is a immaculate conception. Thrice she failed to tell me I was going to be a grandfather. I was not told I was a father.


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