“Bill’s a righteous man!”

This argument that put an end to my relationship with my daughter, and possibly my seven year old grandson began with these words on the phone;

“You’re about to lose your daughter and grandson!” So said Bill Cornwell with a hint of glee in his righteous message.
“Why’s that?” I ask, bracing myself for more insanity from a drunk.
“You got tired!” Bill says. he proud of himself that he had the guts to stand up to the old man, the parasitical draft dodger!
“I got tired! What in the hell are you talking about?” I asked wearily.
“On the walk to the Grand Canyon you got tired and thus Tyler did not get to see the musuem.”
“That’s not true. We all saw the museum after you stormed off, after I told you you could not drive the car!”
“You lie! You ruined Tyler’s trip!”
“No I did not, and I have the video on my phone to prove it. He said he was bored when I finally caught up to you!”

In Judaism, any man who would attempt to destroy the repationship a father has with his child and grandchild – is evil! Hitler and his Nazi mad dogs titled Jews “parasites” before they destroyed their families.

In the video I am going to have my Geek put on You-tube, I get to the rim of the canyon two minutes after Bill, my daughter, and Tyler. When Bill saw that Tyler wanted to go look for a stick so I could show him how to tie the arrowhead I bought to it, Bill got jealous and took off. He had seen how I had to sit down in the steep part of the cave and wait for the group to come back. The guide said the altitude made seniors more tired then usual.

“Wait for Papa!” Tyler said as he walked between my daughter and her new “righteous” man. But, Bill walked that much faster.

When I get to the rim I expected to find the threesome standing side by side, at the railing, but, Heather is standing back about ten feet, and about twenty feet from Bill. Tyler is walking around, pouting. Heather says her son is still excited about eh cave store where I bought the arrowhead. Tyler is looking on the ground for a stick. I approach Bill, and he is pissed. He can hardly talk to me. I have ruined his Hallmark moment with HIS new family, with all my knowledgable talk about Native Americans and how they made arrowheads while sitting in the back seat that some drunk will later ruin. For two months Bill had been the Star of my grandson’s life, with his racing car, his macho posturing. For forty minutes Tyler and I carried on a intelligent conversation, and not one word came out of Bill’s mouth. He saw that grandson and grandfather had a bond. He hates that bond!

Why isn’t Heather by Bill at the railing? Did Heather know he haed me before she took my sister’s money to come be with this -monster! How dareshe bring this thug anywhere near members of my family. Consider her mother’s bond with a San Quinton convict that threatended to kill me.

In the next video we see about three people about 500 yards away out on a point where there is no railing. Bill is studying them intently. It sounds like Bill says;

“Boy! I’m not going where they are!”

I say;

“Boy! Are those people bad!”

I am talking to my grandson wanting him to know this was not a safe thing to do. Bill now leads us back to the car, or, so I thought. Again, he is walking fast. Going down hill I am doing much better, better then these three children pushing their obese grandfather up the hill in a wheelchair. Bill, finally let it out, his secret opinion of me.

“Tyler! How would you like to be doing that the rest of your life!” says Bill and shoots me a glance.

Bill leads us right past the museum.

“Where are you going, Bill?” I ask, a bit winded.
“Out to that point.” Bill answers. And I am a bit alarmed.
“I’m getting tired. Let’s take the car over there.”
Bill is objecting, but, I head for the car. I am leading the way for a change. Bill is more unhappy. Things are not going his way. When we get to the car I say;

“Let’s head back. Heather, you’re driving!” And I put the keys in my daughter’s hand. The look on Bill’s face, is priceless, a recall Hallmark moment.
“No!” Bill says. “I’m driving!”
“No! Heather is driving!” I said and looked Cactus Bill dead in the eye to see how he handles someone saying no to him. He stormed off, like a big baby!

“You’re leaving him out!” my daughter lies, and goes looking for her big baby. Tyler and I follow. We find him in the museum, pouting. I am incredulous. I hate this dude who has been drunk and hangover since he got on the plane in Oakland. Heather claims they missed the flight after attending Bill’s pitbosses wedding. I have my doubts, now, because Bill has to have his way. Four days before our trip Heather says this in the phone;

“I wish I had known our flight was on the day of the wedding! I would have booked another flight!”
As I recall, Bill had a flight booked for Friday, and we were leaving Saturday the day of the wedding. Were wedding plans made after Bill was supposed to be in Vegas for his other friends bachelor party? Heather told me it was going to last three days.

“Is Bill going to be partying the whole time he is in Bullhead city?” I asked my daughter.
“No Dad!” my daughter lied, knowing I was considering postponing the trip so we could spend more quality time with Vicki, who was paying my families way. She even went out and bought a new stove. Bill had no intention of bonding with my sister. His real concern was whether I my kindred would keep him from the party Linda and Flip were going to throw for three days. This is not a “righteous” man, but a con artist, just like Randy Delpiano wo went to San Quinton for impersonation Bob Weir and partying other peoples money who were – fooled!

When Bill told me I was a parasite on the phone, I became real suspicious. I called my daughter up and asked her if she was of the same opinion.

“You are a parasite, Dad. You take money from the government!”
“Did you believe I was a parasite – before you came to Bullhead city and signed the documents that made yu my Trustee?”
“Yes!” says my daughter, who knew my attorney had out my Trustee, my flesh and blood, in my Will. If something should happen to me, if I would have a heart attack, or, stumble off a cliff, then Bill and Heather could have one hell of party in Vegas – without the self-righteous sober one. Oh, you can’t leave out aunt Linda and her lover, Flip. This twosome are tag-team drinkers, who were also concerned about what I would think of them, we having never met.

“Are you going to ask aunt Martha to come to the family brunch on Sunday?” I asked Heather, and she mumbled, which meant let move on to the next question, or I wont answer my phone when you call.

Aunt Martha is Patrice and Linda’s long lost sister they knew nothing about. Turns out she was living in Bullhead City. Apparently, after meeting her sibling, she wants nothing more to do with them. Heather suggested this was because she was a Mormon, and was being judgmental. Was she a righteous person who looks down on folks who drink – especially her kindred? I know Flip was concerned I would be a judgmental self-righteous sober man, because when we first met, he was reluctant to shake my hand. He was confused after realising Heather’s father was standing before him;

“Hi. I’m John. What’s your name?”

Flipfinally shook my hand – limply – but refused to make eye contact, and give me his name! He looked like he was going to bite me or punch me. He was giving me that posture I have seen in bars. Was he going to fire on me? Flip is a Bar Fly. I knew then he was not coming to Vicki’s house and be round her grandchildren. Vicki is a Christian who has twenty three years sobriety, she not drinking a drop after I took her to one AA meeting. Heather knew there would be a showdown between the happy hour crowd and the self-righteous sober party poopers. M daughter did not warn me. Why? Why did she put me on a collision course with Bill, whose father was a righteous man, a cop and a career military dude who no doubt – hates hippie flakes, because we spit on him when he came home from Vietnam – a hero in his eyes!

Bill’s father had come to Santa Rosa to meet Heather and Tyler. There was talk of marriage. I’m sure he wanted to make sure his only child was making a righteous choice. Heather passed must, but, her parents didn’t. actually, Patrice came down from Oregon to meet Bill’s father. I was never told his name. When I asked about him, how his stay went, Heather mumbled. I was not told how this father got along with Patrice. It was like it was none of my business.
This can only mean Bill’s father and his son cornered my daughter, plied her with drink, and got her to agree her father was a traitor to his country and a parasite on society, because he did not serve in Vietnam, and is on SSI. Heather being broke, in debt, and on the verge of being homelss, could only agree. I’m sure Patrice gave her nod ofapproval.

“Too bad you found your father, Heather. He’s dead wight, a lose cannon. a leach on you and bill’s divine happiness – not to mention a very bad influence on Tyler. I’m sure that’s why your son is such a whiner. but, not to fret, the Cornwell Men will turn him into army material”

I know Bill’s father is running his creation through his son, something my friend Bill refused to allow his father to do. Bill is a righteous chiipoff the old block. Wheh Bill posted his father’s photo i beheld a extremely bitter man, his face controled with hate. I went back to save that face , but it was deleted from Facebook. It was toot telling. This was the face of a Tea Party Patriot who lives in Texas, and nore them likely,loves Rich Perry, the neo-Confederate looney tune! When Heather got on my case for not going to Vietnam, I asked her if the righteous one served in the military.

“No. But at least he wanted to!”

Bill is forty, and fatherless. He is not a veteran. He is not married. Has he ever been married? All these things have to be of great concern to Bill’s father who whats his war-loving lineage to carry one. Surely he wants to be a grandfather. He likes what he sees in MY blonde haired blue eyed grandson, who reminds me of my freend, Bill when he was that age. I have seen the Arnold home movies.

“Will you be my son now?”

If only I did not exist.

Linda has no children, and never will. Bill has no children, and many not be able to sire children. If Flip has children, they want nothing to do with him. I have one child, and one grandchild. Heather has one child. Vicki has a child and two grandchildren. how about aunt Martha.

If only I was not sober, then I would not be making any judgements about folks around my grandson having a drinking problem. If only I did not exist.

When the draft dodger, Mitt Romney, came home from Paris, he joined pro-Vietnam picketers who were for the draft and the war. I’m sure mitt wanted to server, too. But he didn’t. Instead he protested in the streets for someone to go in his place. I was against the war, and against anyone going to Vietnam. Mitt ran away to France. He is called a “righteous” man by Tea Party morons, who love to hate anyone who looks like they may have been a Peacenik so long ago.

When Bill told me we were going to the point with no railing, my angel told me not to go. We could get into a fight out there, over the Vietnam war. This is when I spoiled Bill’s trip to the Grand Canyon. This is where I got tired.

“Do you see what is in this box?” Vicky Arnold said as she held up the block box that Lt. Bryan C. Arnold kept his dark secrets in.

When I was told by a seer a the Berkeley Psychic Institute that I had died, I asked “Why did I die?”. there is no mariage cirtificate!

You were carrying all this guilt that was not yours to won, you were in much pain. you had to let it go!”

Some people do not want the Vietnam War to be over because they just can’t believe God-Jesus was not victorious, and, they were not right – thus righteous!
Many Vietnam Vets pray the war without end be over so they can return to sanity and get off their meds. To infect a six year old boy with this war sickness – is an outrage! Bill, nor his father are not kin to my kindred. There is no marriage liscence! My daughter was only screwing this drunk for two months before he lay this “parasite” war traitor shit on her – in earshot of my grandson? Bill Cornwell is mentally ill – like his father – who no doubt suffers from PTSD. The Cornwells don’t get to take it out on my family and a child! This is child abuse! Get out of my family and get some rel help! Go tell my grandson the reason he hasn’t heard from his Papa for over a year is becsue he got tired, and thus, Tyler missed the muesum. What utter evil bullshit, to convict a grandfather of such outragious crime that needs to be severely punished with the loss of his grandson and daughter! Is this all I am guilty of?

When I told Bill someone peed on that back seat, he said this with a giggle;

“Maybe you peed in that back seat!”

I will have child Services question Tyler Hunt and get to the truth, for, the truth is important in this case.

When I died after my fall on these rock by the sea, I went to Vietnam, and felt my peers dying. I felt their pain. I heard their last word, spoken with their last breath;

“Mother!”

I saw an angel. I saw………………God!

1: acting in accord with divine or moral law : free from guilt or sin

Jon Presco

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