A Humiliating End

The dude toasting my grandson in a bar, is dead. Good riddance! When we met, he refused to shake my hand when I offered it to him, and even look at me. Having been a bartender and a drunk most of his life, he gave me the vibe he would rather fight me. Being an alcoholic in recover I will have thirty years April 7th. I gave him the vibe he does not want to there – in front of my daughter and four year old grandchild. When I saw Trump refuse to shake Merkel’s hand, I knew my prediction I made to Marilyn three years ago, is coming true……”The world is going to end. We have no future!”

I told M, my genealogical lineage came to an end when Bill Cornwell came in my daughter’s life. When I saw Trump, I saw Bill. The last time I saw my grandson was six years ago. He spilled the beans on Flip’s drunken bitch, my daughter’s aunt, who could not hold her beer she willed down in Oatman, and let go in the back seat. Check out the BIG EMPTY PITURES that tells you it’s time for a family shoot.

“Get the kids in here!”

Trump does not drink. Did his parents? Donald has a Drunkard’s Mind. Merkel is on it. Germans love their beer. Sometimes, they are out of control. I believe most Americans who voted against Trump, feel like I have felt…….hopeless and helpless, at the mercy of a crazy drunk! My grandson may have the precocity to become an alcoholic. After meeting my daughter for the first time when she was sixteen, we went to the library and got books out on this subject. She thought it was bullshit, an excuse for me being a failure. In months her family disappears her fro my life so she could be in Stacey Pierrot’s biography about my famous sister.

Jon Presco



If you haven’t seen the video, German chancellor Angela Merkel and Trump are seated in the Oval Office in yellow chairs that seem color calibrated to match Trump’s yellow hair. While photographers are wildly snapping photos, someone off camera suggests a handshake which grows into a chorus of “Handshake? Handshake?” Merkel turns to Trump and asks, “Do you want to have a handshake?”

Trump says nothing, does nothing, and just stares straight ahead. He sits with that signature pout on his lips, legs splayed out, and posture bent forward. In fact, he sits like the men who take up two seats on the subway, a means of transportation I’m sure he’s never used. Merkel then offers a slight shrug and turns her head away.

Now, it’s possible that Trump simply didn’t hear Merkel, though the chorus calling for a handshake was unmistakable. But it’s also true that Trump’s lack of a handshake with Merkel is yet another reminder of the vast differences between Merkel’s Germany, widely seen as today’s valiant protector of the global liberal order, and Trump’s America, a country ruled by a populist plutocrat whose policies feature building walls on borders, barring the entry of refugees, and ending Meals on Wheels for the needy.

On the way back to Las Vegas my grandson, Tyler Hunt, said this;

“Aunt Linda peed her pants and made a funny joke.”

This was in response to my daughter, Heather Hanson, saying;

“Linda was very pleased with Tyler and wants Bill and I to bring her a baby girl next time we come.”

What Heather is saying, is, Linda wants my daughter and Bill Cornwell to have durnken sexual intercourse out of wedlock and born a baby girl for rich aunt Linda who made this un-married couple a business offer. Five months later Bill called me up and said;

“I’m a traditional kind of guy.”

Hmmm! This is not quite; “I want your daughter’s hand in marriage. We want children. We want to make you a grandfather.”

I assume telling me Linda wants another baby to go with my grandson, is to let me know they are engaged to get married, and, aren’t i lucky to be the grandfather of another child, a girl-child no less, because this is what rich aunt Linda wants and thus, deserves, because she has no children or grandchildren, and never will.

I never got to know Linda while I was in Bullhead City, like Bill did, because I am not a drinking man. Heather and her mother used the title ‘Gold Digger’ to describe how Linda came to own a whole lot of money. She married a wealthy retired attorney in his seventies when she was in her forties. Was he too old to sire children? Why didn’t Linda have a child before she married the old codger. Heather showed me pictures of their dogs and said Linda said these were their children.

When Heather got pregnant by Ryan Hunt, Linda wanted Heather to get an abortion. She hated Ryan. She believed he was not good enough for her niece. They had a falling out that lasted years. This is why Linda did not meet Ryan’s son until he was six, going on seven. Linda never met me, Tyler’s grandfather, whom she knew was sober. This is to say she was not on good footing with Tyler’s father and grandfather. She had to fear my sober opinion of her when we met – alas – because this woman is a polished consumer of alcoholic beverages. ‘Happy Hour’ is her middle name.

At Linda’s home, wondering why there was giant Buddhist shrine in the middle of her living room, I asked my daughter if I could see photos of her in Linda’s albums. She brought out two of them. Linda ‘Happy Hour’ was the center of attention at many narcissistic gatherings where everyone held a cocktail glass in their hand. If Bugsy Berkley were alive and looking for a theme for his new movie here it was – HAPPY HOUR!

HAPPY HOUR is about a group of San Diego Republicans who band together and swear an oath that even though the world economy has collapsed due to subprime greed, they will not demonstrate the worse for wear as one by one they fall into poverty. They will pretend they are still in the money!

“Hold high your little cocktail weenies, girls and let the world hear the chinking of your matiricni glasses as we salute the good ol Gold digging Days!”

Two weeks before we left to see the aunts in Bullhead City, Heather told me this;

“I’m lowering mu expectations, Dad. I no longer want to be a world famous singer. I want to sing in small clubs.”

I knew this remark had something to do with her new boyfriend, Bill Cornwell, who made my daughter his Money Go Getter, it her job to find sponsors for his race car that my grandson loves. I’m sure aunt Linda was the first person to hit-up for money, because Linda was left a load of what it takes to get along when her aged hubby died. Linda knowing a fellow Gold Digger when she saw one, saw an opportunity to bond my daughter to her – for life! Because you can not take it with you, Linda only had Heather to look at as her Heir. She could leave it to her dogs, but, why not get some power over others while still alive. I mean, what is money for?

When Bill called me five months later he alas filled me in on the plan. He told me he and Heather were going to open a Bar & Grill. I believe this idea is Linda’s idea. Heather told me she wanted to move to Bullhead City, but, Ryan is against it because he would not be able to see his son that much. add to this the real possibility I would not approve of my daughter going into business with Big Drinkers, because, this could be a partnership made in hell. For this reason I was not told THE MAIN REASON WHY Bill and Heather were going to Bullhead city. Did Linda tell my daughter to keep it a secret? Did Linda understand having mu daughter keep a big secret from me about a family matter would empower he over me in a destructive way? Linda was also employing a big carrot on a stick. Bill and Heather were hungry for money! What was in the way was my twenty five years of sobriety and the love between I and my grandson. Bill and Linda understood my daughter did not love me, because it only took a hint of money for her to betray me, work with these strangers to undermine me and my trip to Bullhead City to save my family, and unite both families. The only plan Linda made for me, was to babysit Tyler at the Avi while THE PARTNERS got drunk in a bar and discussed bar business.

When Bill drove into my sister’s driveway, he had a secret plan on how to hide the giant pee-stain in the back seat where I traditionally sat on this trip. When I left my sister’s home and went to get in the back, Bill blocked me while he opened the front door, saying;

It’s time for you to sit up front and be honored!”

Bill had treated me like he didnt want me along on this trip that Vicki Presco paid for, and I have video on my phone to prove it. Why the sudden change of heart. I told Bill in makin plans for this trip that he would drive us back to Vegas. Bill said;

“The reason I am not driving is because I have a warrant in Nevada for speeding.”

After I dropped Bill, Heather, and Tyler off at their terminal and returned the rental, I notice the giant pee-stain in the seat Bill sat in on the way to Vegas. As soon as I post this, I will be calling the Nevada State Troopers to see if there is a warrant. I will also being calling Southwest airline to see if my daughter changed her ticket days before she left for our Family Reunion.

As for Tyler, I will ask a California Court if I can communicate and visit my grandson through his father who can be questioned as to what other secrets Heather the ‘Gold Digger’ has been manufacturing behind my back. I have posted on Family Secrets before.

Need I say a Gold Digger is a “parasite” as is her lover who lives off the money left the Gold Digger by her late husband.

The photos were taken of L

Jon Presco

Copyright 2012

Gold Digger

A woman who manipulates men to benifit from their labor, skills, or money without compensation. Often highly narcistic exhibiting little compassion and thankfulness.

a person, usually a woman, who marries for money.

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One Response to A Humiliating End

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    I begged Sydney Morris of the lawfirm Heisinger, Morris, Rose, and Buck, to not SELL my family RECOVERY to uncaring outsiders who would exploit our programs – for money! The Buck Institute is a wasteful facade, a sham, that needs to be shut down.

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