Six years ago, my family became one of the first victims of Tea Party Crazies sick need to hurt the poor and disabled. Tom Cornwell flew from Texas to meet my daughter and grandson, who his son, Bill, was considering marrying. Bill could not get anyone pregnant, and his father was wanting a grandson. They wanted mine. The began to dehumanize me, render me a sub-human without feelings. Heather told me Bill refused to help his mother who was confined to a wheelchair due to obesity.
Yesterday, I used a friends cellphone to look at my daughter’s facebook so I could see what members pf my family she is conversing with. In particular I wanted to see if my cousin Daryl Bulkley was going behind my back to make an unhealthy bond wit my offspring – after I told her not to. My dagther owes me a fromible apology. As long as Daryle and others don’t think so, then this apology will never arrive, and, I will never see my grandson again. Tyler Hunt, is a minor. When Heather Hanson was seventeen, her mother and her family disappeared my daughter – which is illegal in California! The big questione here is, how many members of my family believe I deserved to lose my child – and my grandshild? What is my crime? What did I do?
Well, for one thing, I failed to Worship and Adore my vain self-centered daughter as if she was born of the Virgin Mary. I could not see the messages that were posted, but, I did click on the “comments” of yet another photograph of the Anointed One. Dayrl asks Heather if she is saving the best of these images of herself, because she wants to announce;
“I have 29 albums!”………..of you!
Boy, does this Old Hag know the way to a vain woman’s heart! How many albums does she have of her daughter, her only child? Is she beautiful like my daughter? What comes to mind, is, Daryl is writing a book about our family, behind my back, and, my daughter is the Star, and I am the Villain. Patrice Hanson is a Stage Mother, a tiresome promoter of our daughter I alas got to meet when she was sixteen. Heather raises herself the only way she knows how. She’s still looking for that Big Pay Day that was promised her. This is Child Abuse!
I never met Daryl, but before my daughter came into my life, she did not like what I wrote. She suggested, I am insane. Heather and Bill Cornwell, declared me thus. Bill’s father wanted my grandson, because Bill could not get a woman pregnant, like Randy. Dayrl is wooing and grooming my daughter. Why? Dayrl was a good girl in school and got good grades. Her military branch of the family were always conducting Sanity Hearings, especially of the children. Is Dayrl a Lesbian? Did she suggest Heather is in her Will?
In the top photo we see Leah, Heather’s ex-best friend whose mother practiced tough love. They made a plan on the train to have Leah come live with me, but, this ugly girl flipped out and was threatening to beat on her friend. She is crazy, like Bill Cornwell, and, Ryan Hunt, who refused to marry Heather, and sired two more sons by another woman he refused to marry.
What Daryl is doing, is preventing Heather and I from making amends – after she admits she did severe things wrong that ended our relationship. In this respect Daryl Bulkley has helped kidnap my grandson, who I have not seen is six years. All her life Heather was told how beautiful and talented she was, many seducers were outsiders. Rex, Patrice’s live in lover, took a stack of videos at talent contests. Having her father see her as beautiful and talented, was not important as it was my late sister seeing Heather, so, she could further her career. What career? Heather is not that pretty, or talented. Daryl is contributing to Heather’s severe mental illness.
I have no criminal record. I have never hurt anyone. I have thirty years sobriety. The real history and truth, is, my family keeps taking from me everything they can get. Why? In 1992 I began a sober autobiography titled ‘Bonds With Angels’ in hope all members of my family would get into AA so we could be on the same page. Christine drowned on her first sober birthday. Her autobiography was disappeared because family drunks were threatened. I suspect drunken Bill Cornwell wanted to throw me into the Grand Canyon. He and Heather called me a “parasite” because I get food stamps and SSI. I’m sure my religious views on this got me labeled “insane”.
When Heather and her family came in my life, MORE alcoholics were threatened! They just wanted to get some of Christine’s money. They deserved it, even though they knew Heather was my child, and not Randy Delpianos. I told my daughter OUR MIRACLE was our book. When my uncle left me and ten members of my family, a half million dollars, Heather plotted with her raging alcoholic lover, on how family money could back their Bar&Grill. After calling me a “parasite” I ended my relationship with all the Hansons. I forbid Dayrl to see my daughter. She ignored me, and I have not seen, or heard from grandson in over six years. Right after he was born I slipped Christine’s AA Coin into William Stuttmeister’s crypt. Christine and my Sober and Sane Story will help thousands!
What is Dayrl going to do with her 29 albums when she dies? I will be throwing out all my family photos – just before I die! Heather does not want them. The outsiders that took over Christine’s artistic legacy did not want our family photos – that I rescued! Patrice wanted Tom Snyder to write my family story which he did. The Mommy&Daughter team tried to get me to join Scientology and be a feather in their cap. Drunken aunt Linda wanted Heather to grab all our money and bring it home to the Destructive Hansons in order to enhance their lifestyle. Snyder accused my family of looting Christine’s house. The kidnapping of my daughter, goes on, and on! I have never been allowed to adore my only child without my kindred – gaming me!
Giving my daughter power over her father gave many of my kin a big thrill and sick opportunity to deal with the abuse they receive from their Dead Daddies. Dayrl asked me if Mark Presco was sane, and why can’t he write our biography, anyone but me! She did not want me to write anything bad about anyone, which is to say she wanted our book to be about here, how good and sane she is, the deserved matriarch who followed all the rules. How boring! What’s to write about? What did she achieve?
Mark told me he read the rough draft of Tom Snyder’s terrible book. I asked him why he didn’t contribute. He said;
“I couldn’t think of anything nice to say about her!”
But, he enjoyed full bragging rights, when Christine’s mother, father, and mentor, did not.
My daughter could have been my muse and inspired me to paint again. But, I have been the family Scapegoat all my life. I am not allowed to do well. Heather called me a “parasite” after she came to won $400,000 dollars of Rosamond prints, she can not sell, because Real People saw right through the bullshit the outsiders put forth, that destroyed the estate.
Here is a photo of my girlfriend, Cindy Black, with ‘Garden Child’. She spent the night after the funeral. She will testify no looting took place. She and her father were Johnny Carson’s make-up artist. The Blakes lived next door to Lillian and Dick Molnar. They were like family. Most of my family never met Dayrl, who had some gripe about her mother being ostracized when I was a mere child. But, alas, someone is paying for this crime!
What my family did to two creative children, with the help of the ghost writers the outsiders employed to make our story, theirs, is pure evil. They launched an Art Forgery scheme that I nipped in the bud. Where is the outrage of Family Elder, Dayrl, the Old Hag who captured Beauty.
Bill was born on my father’s birthday, and Heather, my mother’s. Bill took Tyler and I on a harrowing ride to the Grand Canyon, that reminded me of the ones Vic took me on. Bill is furious because the captives in the backseat are showing each other un-equivocal love. Bill is a narcissistic grandstander. He saw himself, my daughter, and my grandson standing by themselves looking down at the Grand Canyon. He did not want me in the picture. He was in a jealous rage. This is why he grabbed Tyler just after we parked the car. He went looking for arrowheads after I told him they were all around on the ground.
Bill was working on his presentation to members of my family knowing we had just got Uncle Vinnie’s legacy. He wanted to open ‘Bill’s Bar&Grill’ because he is unemployable. He is an alcoholic. Note his shirt with the bar bottles around the bottom of it. My family was chosen by Heather to make all Bill’s dreams come true. They are no longer together. I will make sure this pic get’s in Daryl’s scrapbook, and she owns it for an eternity.
Jon Presco ‘The Nazarite’
In the Hebrew Bible, a nazirite or nazarite is one who voluntarily took a vow described in Numbers 6:1–21. “Nazarite” comes from the Hebrew word נזיר nazir meaning “consecrated” or “separated”. This vow required the person to:
- Abstain from wine, wine vinegar, grapes, raisins, intoxicating liquors, vinegar made from such substances, and eating or drinking any substance that contains any trace of grapes.
An Ohio dad has asked to be let out of jail so he can attend the funeral of his daughter, whom he’s accused of shooting to death on Sunday.
Six months after our family reunion in Bullhead City, Bill Cornwell calls me on the phone and accuses me of traumatizing my daughter by calling Heather too many times – after she does not pick up for me!
“She agreed to by my Trustee, Bill, I need her to purchase some things – for me.”
Bill knew this was the truth, and I knew it really irked him, because after my grandson, Tyler Hunt, got car sick, and Heather took him into the desert to throw-up, Bill said this to me from the driver’s seat;
“You know, Tyler is just faking being sick in order to get attention from his mother. I’m trying to break him of this habit by ignoring him.”
When I was looking at videos I shot two years ago, I noticed I had caught Tyler really being sick. It was Bill’s Dream to drive on Route 66, and being a race car drive, he was really burning up the road on tight curves. No being able to see the road because the high seat-backs, make me noxious. I was not enjoying the feeling of the rear end, sliding, nor was Tyler. I wish I had got my camera out when we stopped, and not after Bill maligned my grandson’s character, he basically saying he was a fraud.
In this phone conversation Bill accuses me of ruing Tyler’s vacation by getting “tired”. This Big Baby is referring to me tiring in the cave he insister we stop in on the way to the Grand Canyon – because of the altitude! Bill rushed ahead, leaving me behind. Tyler turned and said;
“Wait for Papa!”
You can see how fare behind I was in this video. Bill was furious when I came up to this dude who was allegedly ready to propose to my daughter after knowing here – and Tyler – for only two months. He really digs my daughter, but, is having doubts about her son, because, Tyler has behavior issues. Bill of course, does not. So, to make this relationship work, Heather has given her sexy funfilled drunken lover carte blanche to make over my grandson in his image, so he will not long be a malingerer – like his grandfather! It must be something in my genes, that escpaped desvistating my daughter’s life, but, lay this six year old boy – low!
Bill Cornwell is a professional Child Handler like his father the ex-cop and Military Drill Sargent who name I failed to record. This Big Bullish Man is a real G.I. doll and a Tea Party Crazy, who flew to Texas to meet his future daughter-in-law, and her son! Of course he was impressed with Heather, the professionally trained Starlette, but, was not impressed with this six year old boy who was not brought up right. I mean, look at the good job he did on Little Billy!
Bill made my daughter late in getting to the Las Vegas Airport. He had to attend his pit bosses wedding that came up after my sister, Vicki, paid for Heather and Tyler’s fare. She had never met Tyler. Heather’s aunt Linda, her lover, were too alcoholic to pick us up. Vicki had to get up early for her twelve hour day, and was pissed when she had to wait two hours. I would not let my sister get in the long line of cars at the MGM where Bill was going to go on a two day drunken bachelor party thingy-wingy, which they made some movies about! He later let me know he had to walk two blocks.
When Heather and I went to pick him up at the Greyhound, we were twenty minutes late. Bill was struggling to get in some shade because it was 110%. Bill was really hung-over and needed a greasy slice of pizza that helps his stomach ache, coats it with grease In the store, I saw Billy Boy trying on cowboy hats, because he got a little burn waiting for us. I bought Vicki a new wooden toilet seat, because the one in the guest bathroom was broken.
I was hoping Billy Baby would get a clue and buy Vicki something to make up for the inconvenience he caused her. Heather’s job was to take care of her Lover Boy, and did not get aunt Vicki anything, either. For the next four days, I saw my daughter buy Bill Beer Boy, one cold one after another to be sure he stayed hydrated! These were not cheap beers! If I was still a drinking man I would have bought Billy the cheapest beer in the cooler, you know, Brown beer, with the duck hunter on the can! And, if he whined at me, I would have kicked his ass!
When Bill started reciting the history of the Vincent Rice Trust, where members of my family were left about a half million dollars, he told me I was being stingy with that money I got from the government. When I tried to tell him I could not spend that money the way he wanted, because a Special Needs Trust was set up for me, he called me a liar. I demanded he put Heather on the phone.
“Did you tell Bill all about my personal finances?”
“Yes!” she spat.
“Because we love each other, and we took an oath to tell each other everything.”
Heather told me Billy Beer gave her a job just after they met, which entailed she being the chief fundraiser for his racing career. Heather did not tell me er and her Bubba Redneck Boy were going to talk about going into the Bar&Grill business with aunt Linda and Flip, who died of acute alcoholism a year later.
Above is a photo of Billy and his Play Bar his daddy bought him so he would stay at home and not waste all his money on the high cost of booze in a bar. Note the nautical theme. This is Billy the Pirate with some mother’s child dressed in a sailor suit. Bill almost had a son before Heather and Tyler came along. Now that he had a woman to cook for him, Little Baby Dearest would not be eating steak at the Steak & Brew, laying out his paycheck, and washing it down with six pack at $8 bucks a pop!
Being she was my Trustee&Daugter, Heather felt she should give me some warning about what trouble was coming my way, lest I screech at her, ask why she did not let me know Billy would be competing with me for all the attention, and for my grandson. In a called she said;
“I’ve decided to downgrade my expectations. I no longer want to be a famous singer. I just want to sing at little clubs.”
Heather did not tell me Bill talked her into hitting up her rich aunt for money to open a Bar& Grill. You see, Bill Cornwell does not have a steady job. He is a handy man who talked someone into drive their race car, because that is Bill’s dream, to be a race car driver. Bill has never won a race!