A novel written by Jon Gregory Presco
As President of Rosamond Press Co. I am proud to publish exerts from my novel in a serial format.
Is My Castration/Crucifixion Over?
Ever since I moved to Springfield, I return now and then to Eugene on the first Friday of every month to search for her, my Muse. Two months ago, I found her. She saw me capturing her with my video camera, and came towards me. She stuck her tongue at me, and we laughed. I went back to filming the musicians, and Belle came to stand behind me. I ignored her for I knew she was the one. I heard the rustle of her angel wings, and we have been locked in mortal combat, hence.
After this union and alliance, everything went wrong, especially in regards to an old man having a young beautiful muse. Hoards of strangers have sworn to shame me and do me seriously bodily harm. Activists have promised they will plaster my image all over town with my own words below that prove I am a predator on par with a child molester. They are trying to drive me deep underground so Belle and I never cross paths again. I am like a phantom now.
I believe my muse has sent assassins to silence me. She is enraged because she wants me to destroy all evidence we ever met, ever knew each. I refused to bow to the horror of blackmail and extortion, because she is my last muse. There is not time to find another. I must get my book out before I die, which might be soon. I write with urgency, now. Her messengers delivered many threats that bid me to dig deeper than I ever have ever dug before. One of Belle’s attackers said;
“You’re digging your own grave!”
The Muses, the personification of knowledge and the arts, especially literature, dance and music, are the nine daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne (memory personified). Hesiod’s account and description of the Muses was the one generally followed by the writers of antiquity. It was not until Roman times that the following functions were assigned to them, and even then there was some variation in both their names and their attributes: Calliope (epic poetry), Clio (history), Euterpe (flutes and lyric poetry), Thalia (comedy and pastoral poetry), Melpomene (tragedy), Terpsichore (dance), Erato (love poetry), Polyhymnia (sacred poetry), and Urania (astronomy).
Belle Burch and Alley Valkyrie are advocates for the Homeless. They claim they are empowering the homeless, and taking a bite out of the homeless problem, but, is this the truth? No! They are empowering and enriching themselves and two men, Ambrose Holtham-Keathley, and John Monroe, who made this comment on Alley’s facebook, in defence of Alley’s defence of Belle who hung quietly in the background with Ambrose. I would never allow the woman I love to launch an attack aimed at destroying another human being. I would be afraid she could get hurt, for one thing.
Here is a close friend of Belle and Ambrose, John Monroe, associating my dead mother and sister with the alleged rapes by two University of Oregon basketball players. How could this make Belle feel safer in regards to I allegedly not making her feel safe? It is customary for someone who insults your dead mother to be……….? You fill in the blank.
John Alley, and Ambrose were arrested for criminal trespass when they invaded the office of City Manager, John Ruiz, who in an e-mail, Belle told me was a “coward”. This suggests the threesome wanted to make Jon afraid and were willing to go to jail to achieve their goal. Was Belle afraid when she broke the law? When Belle failed to tell me who she and her friends were, I considered the consquences if I said anything. I don’t like dealing with gangs. Belle was wearing a cloak of invisibility. Why? What did she want from me? The only answer is, she wanted this blog and ‘Capturing Beauty’
“His desire to be an artist (fueled by his mother, who suppressed his sister’s talents so he could be the family star, see my post earlier in the thread for the links to demonstrate this) is his way of desperately seeking immortality as he gets closer to death. I imagine his belief that Alley wants Belle for herself has something to do with his own erotic phantasies, obviously still running just fine regardless of whether his genitals work. His desire to demonstrate his superior masculinity is linked to obvious male socialization patters. Cf. Oregon Duck rape scandal(s).
Why isn’t Belle defending herself against me – directly? It’s because these advocates beheld a miracle when Prettybelle came into the homeless camp, being, people who wanted to help the homeless were coming up to Belle and writing her a check, because she deserved to be saved. The thought she lay down in the gutter next to scum-bags and old whinos was too much for older women, and men, to take!
“Please kind Sir. Will you save me? Just me?”
Here was their Poster Girl, with that big winning smile full of big white teeth. This is why you never see her face in the newspaper articles. The Pimps for the Poor did not want citizens to think Prettybelle was just another nasty radical. They had to keep her image, fresh, untainted. This is why Belle did not respond to my accusation she was having too much fun at Luckey’s with money earmarked for the poor. They knew I had a blog, and hoped and prayed I wouldn’t go public with my accusation. When I did, down swooped the Alley Banchee to divert my attack, take a blow for her Bitch the pretty goose that was laying the golden eggs!
“I imagine his belief that Alley wants Belle for herself has something to do with his own erotic phantasies”
Alley is Belle’s pimp who said she would lump me with the three basketball players accused of rape when she gets to town. At the same time she was going launch a smear campaign in the Whiteaker so Alleypimp can milk the outrage of the hipsters and lesbians who would write checks in Belle’s name. Not able to get to me and cut off my penis and slash my face with their shivs, Alleypimp convinced the outraged ones a plump check will render unto me real badass ass-whoopen. This was a fundraiser, where every drop that poured from my severed penis would go to helping the poor – and empower Alleypimp and Prettybelle, and their drones who were all for getting the Whiteaker Sanhedrin to pass an edict declaring me a sexual predictor and deviant..
Allypimps vicious mob bragged about how no one came to my defence as their whips tore into my flesh.
“Not even his own mother will defend him!” they screeched with joy!
No, my mother, nor my sister, were there at the foot of my cross, because, they are dead! John Monroe takes this head-shot at my dead mother, he seeing himself as some kind of Holy Phreak Psychiatrist and High Judge of all Humanity. His piousness is written all over his mug. In his last lifetime – he was an Inquisitor – who got their permission from the Pope because they helped the poor and homeless!
“”His desire to be an artist (fueled by his mother, who suppressed his sister’s talents so he could be the family star”
Monroe got this from yet another blood-sucking outsider, Julie Lynch, that is trying to cash in on the real rapes and sexual abuse all four Presco children endured. She never met any member of my family. It is a lie that Rosemary encouraged me to paint while suppressing my famous sister – when we five and six years old. If my mother was alive she would slap Lynche to the ground.
Why wouldn’t Rosmary want both of her children to be famous artists? How did she come to hold such power, or talent, where she can pick and choose? The question is, how did two children born of extremely abusive parents, become creative human beings? There had to be a source of inspiration. This is the question that my novel ‘Capturing Beauty’ seeks to answer. When I found Belle in Ken Kesey Square, I thought I could prove my answer was the correct one. After Mon Belle bid the rabble to crucify me, did I alas own THE END of my tale.
Lynche’s lie is designed to cut me out of any profits that I might realize when my book is published, and the movie made from my book. I was Christine’s teacher. She gave me credit for her overnight success. Rosamond did not take up art until she was twenty-four. She was unemployed after her boss raped her at work. She got on welfare and took up art so she could better herself as a single mom, and, she did not have enough money to live on. She and Shannon had been homeless on several occasions. She was afraid.
I was going to make Belle a Star! I even asked her to marry me so she would be in my rosy family tree, next to Rosemary (and Rosamond) who is right out of the movie ‘Moulin Rouge’. The Rosemondt family owned windmills in Holland and used the cast metal holder for the blades in their coat of arms. We have had way too much fiction. The time for make-believe – has come to an end!
My mother is coming, riding hard, to take her son down from his cross. And then she is going to kick some bitches ass! Now is the time for the Ride of a Real Valkyrie! Sorry, I can’t help you now! You have smeared the dead. You have awoken ‘The Wrath of Rosemary’.
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Play both videos at the same time. Rosemary’s home movie was shot in the Camarillo Valley. That is the new State Mental Hospital we see from on high.
“When I was seventeen, your mother had a scholarship to Camarillo!”
“What do you mean, mother?”
Meet Elmer ‘Big Bones’ Remmer! I did, when I was fifteen. My mother Rosemary
brought him over to the house with his wife, who may be in this photo, too.
Rosemary would later ask me if I recalled meeting this couple.
“These people were members of the Mafia who I made porno movies for.”
The greatest kept secret in the world, is, men an women like to sin. Sinning is big business. Vicki was adopted by Kay Coakley whose father was the District Attorney of Oakland. Frank Coakley allegedly looked the other way when the Mafia moved into the Bay Area. Did he know Rosemary was a one woman crime spree? We called her Ma Barker. We were her boys. She loved the title.
Above are photos of Rosemary at the Rucker Company office party. Rucker had a plant in Emeryville, and helped put men on the moon. Rosemary forever sought the limelight, and was not willing to share it with any of her children – especially her two gifted and artistic children! She attacked, or threatened the life of our lovers. She owned the monopoly on sinning in our house. We were fobidden to be sinners and compete with he in her area of expertise.
After a hard day at the office, Rosemary would stop in at the Key Club in
Emeryville and have herself a drink. It was here she met that nice elderly
Italian couple who were members of a Mafia Family who had long ago founded the
city of Emeryville and made it a wide-open town, it famous for its Cat Houses
and Gambling Joints. Though several crack-downs had taken place, there were two
Card Rooms in Emeryville and the Key Club was once of them.
This gray-haired couple asked the Mighty Momster if she wanted to be a Movie
Star. Already owning a veracious sexual appetite, and laying guys at work for
free, or a shit wage – why not! From that moment on, whenever the movie `East of
Eden’ was on T.V. Rosemary would call her family together for a Family Cuddle
around the warm glowing T.V. and you could hear a pin drop when Cal brought
Aaron to meet their mother, the dirty whore. I am often amused by these tales
that suggest Jesus married a whore and begat royal folks, like the Habsburgs. I
have been banned from many yahoo-groups owned and moderated by woman, who
conduct a sacred religious service as they declare Mary Magdalene was a Gnostic
Wizard, who knew way more then Jesus, knew, and, indeed taught him everything he
During the reign of D.A. J. Frank Coakley, he was wittingly deaf, dumb and blind
to organized crime in Alameda County. He was a silent partner to an unholy
alliance with the La Costa Nosta, the Mafia.
In East of Eden, Steinbeck’s depiction of the family Scapegoat equals anything
the Bible has to offer, for not only is Cal the cause of everything going wrong,
he is the last person in the world his older brother and father would look to
make things right. In this way he is doubly condemned, he made a goat after
being un-made a man. Like the scene of all that lettuce rotting in those box
cars, my brother and I were witness to my father’s red truck broke down on the
Nimitz freeway with a broken axle because he overloaded it with hundred bags of
potatoes his whole family spent the weekend grading in a big warehouse in
Hayward. When my mother had to come to our rescue in her little blue Ford
Anglia, she grabbed the reigns from Vic in front to his sons, his fellow
workers. We cringed at the sight of his humiliation.
It tells the story of a young English poet/writer, Christian (Ewan McGregor), who falls in love with the terminally-ill star of the Moulin Rouge, cabaret actress and courtesan Satine (Nicole Kidman). It uses the musical setting of the Montmartre Quarter of Paris, France.
Dugan’s Café was built before the turn of the century at the northwest corner of Hollis Street and Park Avenue. The restaurant and bar became a hangout for turfmen and jockeys during the race track era. During the 1940s is featured Gay 90s variety shows, dancing, and hobby horse races. The two-story Victorian wood frame building was destroyed by fire on February 7, 1949.
Alameda and San Francisco County’s resident Lucky Luciano’s La Costa Nosta crime
boss was a man called Elmer “Big Bones” Remmer of Emeryville. Bones Remmer
controlled all the after-hours joints, brothels, gambling houses, extortion,
loan-sharking, bookies and Murder, Inc. in Emeryville, Oakland and San
Francisco. Along with witting politicians, cops, and various shady lawyers and
bagmen, Big Bone’s mob operations remained unmolested by local law enforcement
agencies in Alameda and San Francisco County.
Fed up with crime, corruption and Murder, Inc. in Alameda County during the
1940-50′s, the California State Attorney General had to come to Oakland to try
to shut down the mob’s operations. The Attorney General’s office indicted and
proceeded to prosecute some of Oakland’s mob figures. Under D.A. Coakley, the La
Costa Nosta just didn’t exist in the county. Just imagine of all people that
could have showed up in Oakland to defend the mob, it was the who’s who of Mafia
Why San Francisco Was Never Much of a Mafia Town, or Was It?
Big Bones Remmer
You heard about that big mob bust late last week on the East Coast? Well, NBC went to local crime author and retired policeman Kevin J. Mullen to find out why we haven’t had any real, juicy mob activity out here. Mullen says that Al Capone sent emissaries out to San Francisco in 1931 to case the joint, but decided it was “too tough” a town to crack. That may just be a proud cop talking, but Mullen says it’s an easier town to police, given its size and geography, and the transcontinental railroad terminated in Oakland, after all.
NBC and Mullen neglect to mention that the mafia’s historic stronghold out here was Emeryville, where they set up shop with a figurehead mayor, a chief of police, and their very own little harbor, ultimately headed up by mob boss Elmer “Big Bones” Remmer, who worked for Lucky Luciano. Remmer controlled a number of after-hours joints, gambling parlors (the Oaks Card Clubin Emeryville is a latter day remnant, grandfathered in under city law since it’s been there since the 1890s), brothels, and loan-sharking operations around Oakland, Emeryville, and S.F. Remmer’s S.F. headquarters was the Menlo Club, and at least one sourcecredits Jerry Brown’s dad, “San Francisco Attorney Edmund Pat Brown [with helping to] incorporate Bone’s La Costa Nosta operation.” So maybe it’s just that the mob was better connected and operated in relative quiet out in crazy S.F.? In Emeryville, a reported hangout back in the mid-twentieth century was The Town House Bar, so named in part because it’s where the “mayor” sat and drank all day while Remmer had free reign.
The Alameda County D.A.’s office prosecuted a bunch of cases against noted mob figures in the 40s and 50s. Also, reportedly, Jack Ruby (Lee Harvey Oswald’s assassin) once worked in the Menlo Club in S.F. for a gambler named Eugene Shriber, an employee of Remmer’s. (And this blogger guy claims to be the son of one of Remmer’s prostitutes.)
So what’s that again about the mafia never being in San Francisco?
ameda and San Francisco County’s resident Lucky Luciano’s La Costa Nosta crime boss was a man called Elmer “Big Bones” Remmer of Emeryville. Bones Remmer controlled all the after-hours joints, brothels, gambling houses, extortion, loan-sharking, bookies and Murder, Inc. in Emeryville, Oakland and San Francisco. Along with witting politicians, cops, and various shady lawyers and bagmen, Big Bone’s mob operations remained unmolested by local law enforcement agencies in Alameda and San Francisco County.
In San Francisco, Bones was the proprietor of a gambling and bookie joint called the Menlo Club.  San Francisco Attorney Edmund Pat Brown, former D.A. of San Francisco County, former California Governor and father of former governor and Oakland Mayor Jerry Brown, helped incorporate Bone’s La Costa Nosta operation.
Big Bones also ran the notorious Cal-Nevada Lodge in Lake Tahoe with Frank Sinatra, and in association with the legendary New York Mobster Sam Giancana.  Big Bones had close ties to infamous criminal figures like “Baby Face” Nelson and “Pretty Boy” Floyd, both of whom reportedly stayed in the cottages below the Lodge when they “needed to get away.” Bones was also a friend of Jack (Rubinstein) Ruby, the infamous assassin of Lee Harvey Oswald, the patsy in the Assassination of President John F. Kennedy.
During Jack Ruby’s six year stay in California, he was employed by a gambler named Eugene Shriber, who worked under Big Bones. Shriber came to California from the Chicago mob in 1933 and managed a San Francisco card room for Bones and employed Ruby and Eva Rubenstein, Jack’s sister, as dealers. 
Fed up with crime, corruption and Murder, Inc. in Alameda County during the 1940-50’s, the California State Attorney General had to come to Oakland to try to shut down the mob’s operations. The Attorney General’s office indicted and proceeded to prosecute some of Oakland’s mob figures. Under D.A. Coakley, the La Costa Nosta just didn’t exist in the county. Just imagine of all people that could have showed up in Oakland to defend the mob, it was the who’s who of Mafia Boss Meyer Lansky’s crime syndicate, another infamous underworld character by the name of Murray Chotiner. The noted Author Dan Moldea reported that Murray Chotiner, and his brother Jack, handled 249 cases of mob figures arrested or indicted between 1949 and 1952. 
Chotiner was also the campaign manager of Richard Milhouse Nixon and Former Alameda County D.A. Earl Warren.  Warren also attended UC-Berkeley graduating in 1912. He then also attended Boalt Hall School of Law School graduating in 1914. Earl Warren was Alameda County District Attorney from 1926 to 1938, Attorney General of California from 1939 to 1943, and Governor from 1943 to 1953. In September 1953, Earl Warren was appointed Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court by President Eisenhower. Murray Chotiner was the political public relations man for Earl Warren during his gubernatorial campaign in California.
Murray Chotiner had been associated with Nixon since 1946. When Nixon became the Vice Presidential nominee of the Republican Party in 1952, Murray Chotiner served as his campaign manager. In 1966, Murray Chotiner was called before Senator John McClellan’s committee investigating organized crime. Congressional investigator Robert F. Kennedy questioned Chotiner about his client, New Jersey mobster and Philadelphia crime syndicate leader Marco “Small Man” Reginelli, and demanded a list of Murray Chotiner’s other mob clients. 
Factory Period Album
“In 1906, the Santa Fe Hotel was built on San Pablo Avenue across the street from the Santa Fe train station in order to accommodate passengers. The three-story building was renamed the Key Hotel in 1938 and housed a popular card room and cocktail lounge until the late 1980s. It stood vacant for a decade before finally being razed in the late 1990s.” (Courtesy Emeryville Historical Society
Factory Period Album
Thoroghbred horses racing at Emeryville cross the finish line in front of grandstand circa 1910. Oakland Trotting Park opened in 1871, and for 25 years featured harness racing. The track rebuilt in 1896 and renamed the New California Jockey Club. It closed in 1911. Photo, c 1910. (Courtesy , The Bancroft Library)
The Emeryville dog race track, known as the Blue Star Amusment Park, was built by Owne Patrick Smith in 1920. The track was located on Park Avenue between Horton and Holden Streets. In this sport, greyhounds chased a mechnanical rabbit around a quarter-mile track, and fans bet on the winner. Photo, 1920. (Courtesy, Oaks Club, The Emeryville Historical Society, The Bancroft Library)
Dugan’s Café was built before the turn of the century at the northwest corner of Hollis Street and Park Avenue. The restaurant and bar became a hangout for turfmen and jockeys during the race track era. During the 1940s is featured Gay 90s variety shows, dancing, and hobby horse races. The two-story Victorian wood frame building was destroyed by fire on February 7, 1949. Photo, 1949. (Courtesy, Oakland Tribune , The Emeryville Historical Society, The Bancroft Library)