My niece, Shannon Rosamond, used the word “DISPOSED” to describe what my family did to me. She avoided the word “SACRIFICED” because I was sacrificed to make it all work for everyone, starting with Vic, who claimed I was not his son. He disposed of me at an early age. This is because he, and his mother, and the Stuttmeisters, could not handle the truth Victor William Presco, was a bastard! What they really cared about, is, that Melba had a child out-of-wedlock by an older man, who soon lost interest in being a father, and dropped out of society to become professional gambler – a Free Man and Fare-thee-well! This is their version of the truth.
I am sure these hardworking industrious Germans wanted to string that fucking Bohemian Bum, up! Victor felt the depth of their loathing, and the depth of his mother’s shame! It ruined his life. He was destined for greatness. He wished he was born a Roman General way back then, when slavery was perfectly legal. Slaves were part of the Roman family. Young boys and girls were taken from the Teutons and forced to submit to their benevolent surrogate father-master!
Several years ago it occurred to me there is no marriage certificate, no record Hugo married Melba! BINGO! I now owned the Rossetta Stone. I now knew why we suffered – and died in agony! I now know why Melba slapped my mother hard across the face when we lived above the Brodericks on 13th.
“Don’t tell me I am a bad wife and mother. At least I got the father of my children to marry me!”
Rosemary used terms like “That bastard! That son of a bitch!” all the time to describe our father, but, she never stooped so low to tell us the truth, If Christine’s three psychiatrists she paid a small fortune to, knew this truth, her daughters would have enjoyed Rosamond’s artistic legacy – that much more! And so it goes!
In 1959 Rosemary drove Victor from our home with a knife. When the Town Leo got hungry for a steak, he was told the chef at Oscars had just gone home. Vic knew just where to go. There was a butcher open till midnight at the Housewives Market who served Oakland’s Railroad Men, and Dock Workers. Many Negroes came here too. Blues and Jazz Men would stop in to get some hog knuckles and pigs feet. They had their own big pots on the stove next to a big bottle of Louisiana Hot Sauce. They had come north to work in Henry Kaizers shipyard. They made Liberty Ships that would be manned by Merchant Marines.
Lugging his five pounds of bloody beef home around midnight, Victor heated the old black iron skillet till it was red-hot. Unwrapping his prize from the white paper, he got out his two-tonged carving fork, and slapped that puppy on the skillet. The kitchen filled with smoke. Rosemary woke – alarmed! She thought the house was on fire. Seeing what our Selfish Giant was up to, Rosemary grabbed a knife of the drawer, and tried to carve up Vic’s steak as she shouted to her cubs.
“Wake up kids! Who wants some steak. Come down and get some steak!”
The knife fight was on. I stood in my pajamas watching a Disney flick. Davy Crockett is in mortal combat with a grizzly bear. Their combat brought them in and out of the acrid smoke as the steak caught fire in the skillet. Vic would always tell us how he could smell burning human flesh as his ship and crew were anchored off Iwo Jima.
“Was it Jap meat, Dad?” his innocent sons would ask.
Then, they came out of the haze. Vic had his two guerrilla hands on Rosemary’s hands that was pushing the knife ever closer to her husband’s face. Captain Victim looked – afraid! Then – pop! She stuck him right between the eyes!
We were mezmorised by the diabolical look of Victory on Mighty Mo’s face! Victory! Victory in the Pacific!
“Take that you son of a bitch! You didn’t think I could do it! I got you, you bastard!”
The long war was over. Victor had made us watch Victory at Sea on Sunday. He ordered us to stop going to Catholic Church. He lectured us as the bow of the Destroyer plunged into the large frothy waves. I wondered why I always felt pity for my father. I knew he never saw any real action – until now!
I’ll never forget the soft look in his eyes as he wiped away the rivulet of blood running down his nose. He had not counted on this, never dreamed his married life would end this way. We made eye contact as he fled the kitchen. There were flames behind him as his dinner burned to a crisp. Ding! Dong! The Great Lion is dead! I have to admit I was glad my mother……won! Somehow, I knew he was not coming back. V for Vanquished!
Here are photographs of Captain Victor returning to the scene of his crime. I believe he borrowed a friends boat and took Hugo Victor out to the deep water just off the Carquinez Bridge. He hoped his father’s body would be taken out beyond the Golden Gate by the terrific tide. He had to put the right amount of chain on Hugo’s body to keep it just below the surface, but, too much chain would stick it to the bottom. After the crabs and fish have had their fill, there was a chance Hugo’s remain would break loose and come ashore.
Vic took me on ‘The Cruise of Guilt and Shame’. He got real moody when his Chris-Craft got to a certain place. I wondered what was up. He looked, wounded, and we turned about and headed back to the dock.
“What’s up?” I asked my Captain.
“Oh. The engine doesn’t sound right to me, and the tides threatening to get us stuck in a whirlpool.”
“Sounds good to me! Whatever!”
Even though Shannon claimed her grandfather raped her while living in Vic’s home, my niece had bought the lie that I was not the Captain’s son, but the product of Rosemary’s betrayal. She had betrayed her husband, and slept with the enemy. How dare she slip his chick into Vic’s nest to raise. I was the family parasite who took food from the mouths of my siblings, and undermined all their endeavors, especially the creative ones. No way could I be responsible for Rosamond’s success – nor Rosemary.
Vic told everyone, Christine got all her talent from him, her father, the Big Victim, who was driven out of his home by a knife-weilding shrew. When he tried to come take Vickie to see Grandma Melba, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a big butcher knife. I would kill for my disloyal mother. Would I hurt my half sibling, fly into a jealous rage?
Two weeks ago, Shannon threatened to have me killed if I revealed what she wrote about the Family Incest on Facebook. She sunk my autobiography. No way can I take profit from a book, because then I am forever stuck in the evil and dark family system, where if things just went right for you, it would all go well for you – just you!
There is no well ending to my book. My father was an incestuous psychopath. Rosemary was not much better. Then there is Christine’s mental illness – and Shannon’s. But, they can’t hold a candle to Victoria Presco, who has been torpedoing her older siblings for years in a very sly and deceitful manner. She is the one who got a full broadside of Captain Victim’s Myth that was at the core of his criminal behavior.
Vic’s father…………was a Jew!
Victim’s story is that Hugo abounded his mother and him when he was one year old. The truth is, Melba took Hugo to meet her family, and right away they saw that he was a Jew. Then they discovered the original spelling of his surname. No way would they let her marry a Jew who was twice her age! Then, she told her parents she was pregnant in hope they would change their mind. I believe she was disowned, until the day Hugo put down his paint brush and walked off the job his brother shagged for him. That, was that! Hugo spent the next couple of decades making gambling men laugh. He was famous for his sense of humor, even loved, because he was their Rabbi. He explained how things, are! Everything we do is a Spiritual Comedy.
Vic was a Neo-Nazi, a self-loathing Neo-Nazi who hates his sons because they were part Jewish, like him. But, we had what he did not, a Marriage certificate. Did Melba know Hugo was a Jew the moment she met him? Did he tell her he was a Jew?
I am the Family Scapegoat, born three days after the Day of Atonement. I am like Isaac. I knew I was a Human Sacrifice on the altar of Moloch. The further my family cast me out, the better they felt. But, it was a tidal thing. I came back. And each time I did I was that much more well. Being away from my family for many years, did a world of good. This is why they sabotaged all my goodwill, my creative efforts, and took from me all they could get. They had bit down hard on Captain’s Victim Big Lie, and he got inside of them, hook, line and sinker! This monster kept himself in a constant state of unhappiness so the women in the family would coddle him, tend to him, feel sorry for him. do almost anything for him to get him to cheer up.
“C-mon Daddy! Cheer up! Didn’t we slaughter the Evil One on your altar of Moloch? Those dark days are over!”
Here are two photographs of Shannon and Christine with the PSYCHOPATH. This story is so vile, it makes me sick. There can be no closure. Who wants to read a story about a mentally ill Loan Shark and a criminal who creates incestuous bonds with the women in the family. He crucified his son in order to make them more loyal to him, and the abuse. My father became what he wanted to be, a scum-sucking Roman Pig, a slave master! You can read this kind of shit in the Bible.
I might write our story as a series on HBO. But, who wants to watch a bunch of criminals doing much evil so they can own just a little power, and a little relief? Then there is their utter corruption of the Art World!
I am a Reporter for my newspaper Royal Rosamond Press Co. A Newspaper for the Arts, founded in 1997. I am a Bohemian Journalist. I will not tell our story, I will report it. In the last four years my blog has had 200,000 readers and half a million reads. I am going to take steps to increase my readership.
Not once did any member of my family consider I need a family, too! The head of Serenity Lane suggested to me in 1987, I was my grandparents, Royal Rosamond, and Hugo Presco. They are innocent of any wrong doing. I became the living proof of this. This is why I was disposed of, and made to feel illegitimate. With Vic out the door I began to feel like I belonged, like I had a family. I was puzzled why Victim rejected my brother and I every time he had the chance, but cuddled with our sisters, treated them with respect. Rosemary was our Liberator, and she apologized to Mark and I for letting it go on too long. To hear Shannon parroting Vic’s evil propaganda, was chilling. I felt insane. She called me insane – after he broke down a door and raped her! She never called her grandfather – insane!
In a week of being vanquished, I got it. I never had a father. I had a Dark Brother who used the women in the family to make him feel legitimate Vic hated the truth that Mark and I were legitimate. Try as he did, he could not reverse that. To see this evil being perpetuated by Vicki Presco and her fraudulent “caretaker” Stacey Pierrot – is an abomination! Victoria used Victor’s playbook to destroy an important artistic legacy. Vicki hates art, like her father hated art. With Victor gone, the Presco Children Renaissance, got under way! We would soon own a famous equality.
However, study the child holding the doll in the photograph. That’s the Family Mole who was planted in our midst by Melba & Son when a divorce looked eminent. Study Melba’s expression. She knows her only child is heir to the Stuttmeister- Janke legacy. Vic was it. Vic had sired four children. Rosemary has her own genetic line to tend to. Look at the look on her face. Game of Thrones is…..make-believe!
Christine Rosamond Benton’s favorite movie was ‘Chinatown’. What does that tell you? She was obsessed with it. Vic resorted to a watery solution. After Rosamond ended up dead in what terrified her the most, the Bohemian Colony of Carmel, had a water problem……..that just won’t go away.
President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.
The Binding of Isaac (Hebrew: עֲקֵידַת יִצְחַק), also known as “The Binding” (הָ)עֲקֵידָה)) and the Akedah or Aqedah, is a story from the Hebrew Bible in which God asks Abraham to sacrifice his son, Isaac, on Moriah. The account states that Abraham “bound Isaac, his son” before placing him on the altar.
According to the Hebrew Bible, God commands Abraham to offer his son Isaac as a sacrifice[Gen 22:2-8]. After Isaac is bound to an altar, the angel of God stops Abraham at the last minute, saying “now I know you fear God.” At this point, Abraham sees a ram caught in some nearby bushes and sacrifices the ram instead of Isaac.
In The Binding of Isaac, Religious Murders & Kabbalah, Lippman Bodoff argues that Abraham never intended to actually sacrifice his son, and that he had faith that God had no intention that he do so. Rabbi Ari Kahn (on the Orthodox Union website) elaborates this view as follows: Isaac’s death was never a possibility – not as far as Abraham was concerned, and not as far as God was concerned. God’s commandment to Abraham was very specific, and Abraham understood it very precisely: Isaac was to be “raised up as an offering”, and God would use the opportunity to teach humankind, once and for all, that human sacrifice, child sacrifice, is not acceptable. This is precisely how the sages of the Talmud (Taanit 4a) understood the Akeida. Citing the Prophet Jeremiah’s exhortation against child sacrifice (Chapter 19), they state unequivocally that such behavior “never crossed God’s mind”, referring specifically to the sacrificial slaughter of Isaac. Though readers of this parashah throughout the generations have been disturbed, even horrified, by the Akeida, there was no miscommunication between God and Abraham. The thought of actually killing Isaac never crossed their minds.
Others suggest[who?] that Abraham’s apparent complicity with the sacrifice was actually his way of testing God. Abraham had previously argued with God to save lives in Sodom and Gomorrah. By silently complying with God’s instructions to kill Isaac, Abraham was putting pressure on God to act in a moral way to preserve life. More evidence that Abraham thought that he would not actually sacrifice Isaac comes from Genesis 22:5, where Abraham said to his servants, “You stay here with the ass. The boy and I will go up there; we will worship and we will return to you.” By saying we (as opposed to I), he meant that both he and Isaac would return. Thus, he did not believe that Isaac would be sacrificed in the end.
The name Moloch results from a dysphemic vocalisation in the Second Temple period of a theonym based on the root mlk “king” and lmlk to the king. There are a number of Canaanite gods with names based on this root, which became summarily associated with Moloch, including Biblical מַלְכָּם Malkam “great king” (KJV Milcom), specifically mentioned as a god of the Ammonites, as well as Tyrian Melqart and others. The ‘sacrifice’ theory is supported by thousands of clay seals stamped with lmlk from the time ofKing Hezekiah which indicate the term refers to a religious tithe, and the lack of any reference to a specific god named Molochbeyond the extrapolation that the biblical text is using lmlk as a name which is traditional but not supported by other materials (see below under ‘Name’).
Rabbinical tradition depicted Moloch as a bronze statue heated with fire into which the victims were thrown. This has been associated with reports by Greco-Roman authors on the child sacrifices in Carthage to Baal Hammon, especially since archaeological excavations since the 1920s have produced evidence for child sacrifice in Carthage as well as inscriptions including the term MLK, either a theonym or a technical term associated with sacrifice. In interpretatio graeca, the Phoenician god was identified with Cronus, due to the parallel mytheme of Cronus devouring his children.
Moloch has been used figuratively in English literature from John Milton‘s Paradise Lost (1667) to Allen Ginsberg‘s “Howl” (1955), to refer to a person or thing demanding or requiring a very costly sacrifice.
“First MOLOCH, horrid King besmear’d with blood
Of human sacrifice, and parents tears,
Though, for the noyse of Drums and Timbrels loud,
Their children’s cries unheard that passed through fire
To his grim Idol. Him the AMMONITE
Worshipt in RABBA and her watry Plain,
In ARGOB and in BASAN, to the stream
Of utmost ARNON. Nor content with such
Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart
Of SOLOMON he led by fraud to build
His Temple right against the Temple of God
On that opprobrious Hill, and made his Grove
The pleasant Vally of HINNOM, TOPHET thence
And black GEHENNA call’d, the Type of Hell.”