After Vicki and Garth Benton set Shannon Rosamond up for an arrest, Vicki got a call from the Monterey Police who had found Rosamond’s cremated remains in an urn placed in the hall of a notorious motel where prostitution was taking place. Vicki drove down from Oakland to get them out of the Jailhouse. From a Whorehouse to a Jailhouse, is yet another strange journey the Rose of the World – maketh!
Rosamond’s remains were seized by the executor, after the fight over them began. While in handcuffs, Shannon demanded her mother’s remains be given to her. Garth Benton went and got them, put them out on the stoop, and slammed the door. There was a stay-way order that was now null and void. Mr. Benton was King of the Roose – again!
Rosamond’s ashes sat in a warehouse of a holding company for months, until there was a break-in by a person un-known, who appears to have stayed in that sleazy motel overnight, and forgot them. I suspect a John spotted the urn on the dresser just as he dropped his pants, and, couldn’t get it up in front of the dead, he showing some respect by having his trick put them out in the hall where other hookers and Johns could see them as they made it to their rooms.
You can’t make this shit up. However, only the made up stuff made it into their books, or my nieces would have enjoyed the proceeds of a Best Seller.
The last journey of The Dead took place when Garth took Drew out to Rocky Point, called up Shannon on the phone, and laughed at her as he threw my sister’s ashes to the wind, as if he was flushing Christine down the drain.
I have yet to hear from Alan C. Fox who I let know of this blog. He has not called me to deny any wrong doing, or, deny he once owned the house at Rocky Point. When you look at his foundation, he says he and his family are conducting an experiment in philanthropy in order to see if they can contribute to the Social Good. One can say Fox is feathering his own nest, he even wanting to make his mother an immortal artist, have her good name live on, because, no one heard of this artist while she was alive. Fox tells the world his grand children are involved in this “grand experiment”. I may never see my talented grandson, Tyler Hunt, again. I have stated in this blog I am dropping his name through this blog, so when he grows up he may find himself on google – and his grandfather.
From the very beginning of my investigation, I suspected folks with a lot of money were influencing the direction my family was taking – in a covert manner. This, secret agenda may have given members of my family permission to do cunning and baffling things, in the dark, from behind the scenes. These things were not being done for the “social good”
When Sydney Morris sold my families arstistic legacy to Stacey Pierrot, she put a website on the world wide wed and generously filled it with Payola. Pierrot introduced the author, Sandra Faulkner, who she said Christine chose to help her complete her autobiography, after seeing her photo in the novel Faulkner wrote about a famous lesbian law suit. Love Match! Christine thought she and Sandra looked alike, and thus she was ‘The Chosen One’. Raise your hand if you believe – this!
The Rosamond Gallery webpage was established to promote Rosamond’s images for the sake of my nieces. Drew was now eleven. This webpage assures the world that Christine did not take her life as many around her feared she would. I bet Drew was relieved when she read that – and her classmates!
Pierrot then says the Rosamond women will appear on tasteful objects, such as throw-pillows. If one wanted more words from Rosamond, then they should have looked in the files of the court case Rosamond brought against her first promoter, Ira Cohen, in order to keep her women off objects like boxes of kleenex. Christine wanted to be seen as a serious artist, and not a commercial artist. Rosamond sued Ira for $3,000,000, 000 dollars because he exploited my sister in every way.
Then there is talk about promoting an image of a Frog in children’s hospitals. This frog looks like Faulkner’s creation. This frog prompted me to write a letter to Sydney Morris and demand he confiscate the notes Faulkner took when she allegedly interviewed Christine, because, they belong to the Heirs and the estate. This is when the Frog and Faulkner disappeared. Vicki told me Sandra embezzled the $5,000 adnave that was given her, an quit the project. I think this is a damn lie. I think she never talked to my sister, she having phantom interviews with a ghost, or, a witch.
I sent an e-mail to Faulkner asking her if she would contribute her notes to my book. I got no reply. Are the Last and Lost Words of Rosamond floating around out there? Or, just more buoyant lies that may have sunk below the surface, for a little while, but, there they blow, like Buoys of Truth that have popped to the surface, and just won’t go away with the tide. flotsam!
Of all the things I read, this line from Vicki presents the ability of those around Christine to tell sick and devious lies.
“Christine was sure the tide was going out.”
Talk about putting words in the mouth – of the dead – where they can not be evicted! Allow me! Is Vicki blind? Can not she see if the tide is low or high! Vicki was in the Navy where she was taught all about tides. Our father was in the Merchant Marines, and took us all fishing. It was a family tradition to look in the paper the night before, and read the Vital statistics so you can cast your weighted hook into the water – at hight tide!
Christine tells Donald Layne they are going to explore tide-pools in the morning. Why wasn’t a call made to the Coast Guard Station to get the time of the LOW tide? If my kindred were going down to the sea, to fish, the couldn’t have picked a better time! Vicki says in the Pinecone she suggested they go rent fishing poles. Have you ever fished in “brisk” weather, that often means if is cold and windy? What Christine’s lone obersavation about the tide, does, is make it all her fault – yet again! Everyone else, are just innocent bystanders!
My late sister was getting mixed messages. Donald says “take care” while Sande says, get drunk and throw caution to the wind! Khara Bromily does not want to mess with the Three Fates, and is kind of IFFY about telling Christine;
“What ever you do, stay away from large bodies of water – especially at high tide when the wind is blowing!”
“Jump Christine, my beloved hero, and let the wind catch you! You were born to soar like an eagle! Can I order you another cocktail”
Khara wrote the script for ‘The Rowdy Girls’ and ‘The Chosen One” that were made into movies that exploits Playboy Bunnies. Khara’s husband stood over my dead sister ‘The Chosen One of Rocky Point’ and gave a sermon. Shannon is put in handcuffs. Garth cackled as he sprinkles the ashes of the Chosen One at Rocky Point. A ninety year old crone is found in order to prove Rosamond was a genius in kindergarten. Rosamond creeps into a closet to secretly draw with a flashlight. Where is the Social Good? This is a B Movie, a Whore Flick!
Disappearing the wind, the house, and the millionaires, is, evil. To disappear the high tide – is to PLAY GOD!
Lately, all American have been treated to the filthy rich playing God with our politics. Billionaires can make anonymous contribution to campaigns. Romney believed he did not have to show his tax returns. One gets the impression the Rich are up there – with God – and thus are not culpable. I suspect members of my family saw the Godly Rich play with The Truth, and thus, they owned permission to follow suit. Now, many, people will pay the real piper! I just might be the real Art God!
My kindred, Gottschalk Rosemondt was the executor of Pope Adrien’s Will. Adrien hated the Medici family who took pennies the poor put in the collection plates, and commissioned world famous artists to render rich and gaudy works of art. Rosemondt used the Pope’s legacy to found the Pope’s College for poor boys, because Adrien had come to believe only boys from poor families could make good Popes and do Good things in the name of Jesus.
Rosemondt was the Master of Louvain, and the Falcon Art college. Bosch was commissioned by the Swan Brethren to do murals in the Churches my kindred founded in Holland. This is the tip of the iceberg of my tireless study that will make my family a famous Artistic Dynasty. We will all go down in history, and live forever, when the Truth Be Told! Mr. Alan C. Fox, and his kindred, will be written in the Artistic Record Books, thanks to this Poor Man, who as a Poor Boy owned a dream of being a world-famous artist one day. My mother wanted me to become a Franciscan Monk!
Then there are my coming revelation about the Holy Grail!
Stay tuned folks for more truth, given to the world for free for the benefit of the Social Good! As for Alan’s experiment, let us look at the cost of my philanthropy and the truth that the very rich blame the very poor for our nations unbalanced budget. The rich are never accused of having unbalanced brains because they got attorneys, verses, shrinks in their corner.
The proof is n the pudding. Look at the Whore Show they made! According to them the world economy collapsed because good people made good loans to bad people – poor people! The ruth is, bad people, made bad loans, to good people – and lied about these loans being bad so they could trade them on the stock market.
Pope Bennedict said he would step down today. Some of his Good Fathers chose to believe good little children wanted to do sexy and devious things, thus, it was good for them when they were sexually exploited.
My late sister deserved to be buried with dignity and respect – like most folks do! Those busness people who met in Rosamond’s homse the day before the funeral were looking for a way to get back in Rosamond’s good graces – postumously – because she had let them go, and was going to move to Indiana and let Circle Galleries manage her Art. Snyder’s book cast all financial blame on Christine Rosamond, and exhonerates her business people. After they throw their Scapegoat over the cliff, they took my family and threw us on their funeral prye in order to create a smoke screen. The Court and Snyder gave them a Second Chance! Shannon did not get – once chance!
The smoke, lifts. The tide, turns! Every dog has their day! Enter…..The Chosen One!
Jon Presco
Copyright 2013
http://fcfox.org/news/12-profiles_in_philanthropy_the_frieda_c_fox_family_foundation
http://philanthropy.com/section/Social-Good/365/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/10/14/godeschalk-rosemondt-renaissance-man/
Definition of ‘Social Good’
A good or service that benefits the largest number of people in the largest possible way. Some classic examples of social goods are clean air, clean water and literacy; in addition, many economic proponents include access to services such as healthcare in their definition of the social or “common good”.
Read more: http://www.investopedia.com/terms/s/social_good.asp#ixzz2Kbq6P6ov
“It was a full moon weekend with lots of tidal action. A friend told
me that five other people were swept out to sea ( from California’s
north coast) over the same period. We went to look for shells and
tide pool creatures. Christine was sure the tide was going out. Did
she know what lay a head?”
While there had been big waves visible farther along the coast, the
ocean’s surface here is calm. Though the tide may be turning, it
seems low.
Christine tells Layne that she and others are excited about exploring a small cove to search for any treasures left by the sea. That
evening, he sounds a warning;” If you go down to the ocean,” he tells Christine, “have a care.”
In the morning, under a windless sky, Christine, her daughter Drew and sister Vicki, make their way down a fence line.”
“It is nearly impossible for Vicki to believe that the jacket she has
retrieved from the iceplant is the same one Christine was wearing.
The world become bleary as Vicki tries to grasp the fact that the
ocean must have reached this far up on the slope. Un-noticed, Vicki’s
hands snap and unsnap the fastenings at the waist.” page 5
A seasoned writer/biographer and jury consultant, Sandra has recently ventured into the world of illustrating.
Faulkner spent three years as Artist-in -Residence at the University of California’s Shakespeare festival— King Lear, Tempest and Macbeth were among the plays she translated into American Sign Language. The challenge was to convey the meaning and grace of Shakespeare’s work into a language that was neither spoken nor written. Once the interpretation was completed, Sandra performed the script, on stage, with actors from Royal Shakespeare Company. The project was supported by faculty research grants.
Sandra earned a BA in Fine Arts before entering a Ph.D. program at Stanford University, where she spent four years as a student of Law and Sociology. For over a decade Sandra has worked as a jury consultant for high profile celebrity and complex corporate legal cases and as an author and Biographer.
Her first book, a national best seller, was based on a celebrity trial she worked on in Texas.
Publisher for Children’s works:
Beachgate Publishing Group
http://www.Beachgate-publishing.com
Martina Navratilova, the world’s most famous female tennis player, won a record nine Wimbledon championships. Judy Nelson, born and raised in Texas and the epitome of the “Southern Belle” – tall, statuesque, and blond, beautiful and articulate – was a former National Maid of Cotton and a graduate of Texas Christian University. The two came together . . . and the result was Love Match. Judy and Martina first met when Martina was playing a doubles tournament in Fort Worth in 1982. Judy, married and the mother of two sons, was introduced to Martina by her son Eddie, then eleven, who was serving as a ball boy for one of Martina’s matches. A friendship grew. For two years the women exchanged cards and phone calls. Then, in March 1984, over a long, uninterrupted lunch, they fell in love. Judy, still married, didn’t know what to do, and neither woman was clear about what the declaration of their feelings meant to their lives. What happened thereafter is the explosive substance of Love Match, the unvarnished, objective story of a romance between two women – the choices that were made and the risks that were taken. They made a commitment in church and exchanged rings. For seven years Judy and Martina were inseparable. Then Martina broke off the relationship. Judy was devastated, as were her sons and her parents. At last she decided to act. For she and Martina had agreed, in writing, “that each would share in whatever was accumulated during their relationship.” The ensuing “palimony” case engendered headlines around the world – and intensified the heartache. As the two headed for trial, a settlement was reached. The how and why of that settlement are here – along with the details of a very rareand special romance – a love match.
The pair first met in 1991 at the Peachtree City Tennis Centre in Atlanta, Georgia. Toni was there with friends and Navratilova was playing. (NOTE: BobLee lived in Peachtree City in an earlier life …. AND built the first tennis courts in the city. Really.)
At the time, Czech-born Martina was going through a ‘divorce’ from her other long-term lesbian lover, Judy Nelson, who was also cast aside after nearly eight years together.
After the split, Nelson, who left her husband and two young sons to live with Navratilova, sued her for $ 7.5million (the settlement is confidential but believed to be around half that figure).
She also wrote two books about their life together – and the fallout.
‘If only I had read Judy’s books, I would have known what Marti was capable of,’ says Toni. ‘It was history repeating itself all over again. Everything that happened to me was exactly as Judy described it in her book: no warning, an attempt at a forced settlement shoved in her face.’
But she hadn’t read the books and instead she found Martina – by now in a relationship with former Olympic skier Cindy Nelson – charming. They had a chat and Toni offered some consoling words about the ‘divorce’ from Judy.
At that time, Toni was married to her now ex-husband, Jeffrey Lambert, a computer salesman. She says now the marriage was not consummated and was ‘one of convenience for both of us’, but declines to elaborate. (Phooey!)
Around the mid-Nineties, a mutual friend gave her Martina’s email address and in 1996 they began writing to one another. ‘We became good friends, writing and telling each other about our lives, our loves, our interests.’ From time to time, Martina visited Toni and her husband Jeff, (the computer salessman), at their home in New Jersey.
Martina was a surprise hit on ITV’s popular reality show “I’m A Celebrity …”
The romance began in 2000 when Toni had been in New Hampshire visiting friends and Martina decided to join her.
‘Our first kiss was outside a 7/11 store,’ says Toni. ‘She offered me an orange, (uh oh!) then began crying as she reminisced about the first time she had ever done that to anyone, for her beloved grandmother. (NOTE: “offering an orange” is an old Czech family custom)
‘I leaned over to kiss her on the cheek in comfort and it just happened. Everything fell into place for both of us.’ A month later, they were ‘married’ in an unofficial ceremony at Mount Washington State Park in New Hampshire.
‘We climbed on to some rocks and held each other as we exchanged vows. It was just the two of us and was very romantic. She said: “I give you my heart, my love and my devotion. I love you with all my being. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before.”‘ Later, they had platinum wedding bands made for each other.
Within weeks, Martina moved into Toni’s house in New Jersey. One other person was living at the house – Toni’s husband. (NOTE: another “Money Line”) ‘He had his room and we had ours. Yes, it was unconventional, but our marriage was simply one of mutual convenience.
‘Jeffrey (the computer salesman) knew I wasn’t interested in men when we married, but perhaps he thought he could turn me. He told me he was a virgin and I was, too. And that’s the way it stayed between us. ‘For me, Marti is the only lover I have ever had.’
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At the outset, Toni and Marti divided their time between New Jersey and Martina's luxurious property near the ski resort of Aspen, Colorado, before moving to the west coast of Florida in 2003 after Martina fell in love with the area on a corporate business trip. They bought a $2 million property outside the coastal town of Nokomis, near Sarasota.
It was picture-postcard perfect, with a white picket fence and gardens adorned with bougainvillea and framed by palms. The happy couple shared their home with 17 dogs.
Later, they bought the smaller $1.5 million house next door and another house down the road to accommodate Navratilova's trainers and friends with whom she practiced tennis.
Their cars included a sporty Range Rover, a convertible Mercedes and a Jeep. They also bought a $20,000 speed boat and a jet ski. Toni had access to all Navratilova's money, as they had shared bank accounts.
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