It has been very hard for me to accept the truth that my daughter wanted me dead because she was jealous of me. Christine was jealous of me, as was Marilyn. Then, there is my mother, Rosemary. Then, there is Heather’s ex-best friend, Leah, Linda Comstock, and her sister. My brother was always jealous of me. So was my father! Why were, and are these people so jealous?
ANSWER: I found nirvana – as an artist! I found my bliss when I was thirteen. I had all I needed. I did not own a Identity Crisis. Christine told me she never felt like an artist, and asked if I could help her. I owned several Keys to Immortality. This brings us to the Giant Hoax being conducted at the Buck Institute that promises to give some people access to a longer life.
Several days ago I picked up a prescription that I must inject in order to lower my very high blood-sugar readings, and thus, prolong my life…………even save my life! The pharmacist did not emphisise these two possibilities, but instead remarked how little I am paying for this drug, while others are forking over $700 dollars. I waited for this question;
“I hope your’re worth it. You better not be a worthless degenerate alchy, opioid addict – sex offender. Are you a poor-ass parasite who grabs women’s pussy’s in the dog food isle!”
I searched my wallet for my calling card, and was out of them. Being kin to the founders of Oregon might get me off the FOR SHAME list? What narcissistic accolade would get me on the All Deserved List?
Beryl Buck’s foundation is worth 1.7 billion dollars. Almost all of this is supposed to go to THE NEEDY of Marin County that is full of millionaires who can afford to pay for the medicine I have yet to shoot in my veins. What happens if the wealthy Republicans get my programs cut – on top of a huge tax cut? Then, they will be taking my Longevity Fix from me, and, I will die that much sooner.
There’s always the eternal life that Jesus promises – the poor. But, the wealthy and powerful use Jesus as the GREAT TAKER, the Holy Robin Hood for the Well Off. How much will the Buck Longevity Shot cost a month? My guess is $10,000 a month. No Poor Person need apply.
“Mrs. Buck, a childless widow, died in 1975 when she was 75 years old. She left stock in the Belridge Oil Company, stipulating in her will that the income was to be used exclusively for ”nonprofit charitable, religious or educational purposes in providing care for the needy in Marin County, Calif., and for other nonprofit, charitable, religious or education purposes in that county.”
I have toyed with the idea I am a Man of God. This is why I am wearing a white cap with the red, white, and blue, G. I am standing in front of Herbert Armstrong’s old radio station that was torn down. I was broadcasting this message;
“Make America Godly again!”
Did Beryl read Armstrong’s newspaper? There is nothing religious about the Buck Inst.
“religious or educational purposes”
Republicans love playing God – their way! One can say one is As Godly as the Devil that come after you. I recognised Linda Comstaock as My Devil-Woman, the instant I saw her pic. Linda had demanded I take a blood test before I lay eyes on my sixteen year old daughter, to prove paternity. This would have involved sticking a needle in my arm and drawing my blood like a vampire, who need fresh blood in order to sustain their pro-longed life-style. My plate was full in regards to the Gallery Gargoyes that Sydney Morris had set up with a gallery, website, casting couch, and, the Rose of Eternity, so outsiders can intice more victims, and thus I put Linda on the back burner.
If Rosemary and Christine were still alive, they would make quick work of Linda, who thinks she was in a real cat fight with her sister. Patrice told me Linda was luring our daughter into her camp. I understood that Linda was already jealous of Patrice because she gave birth to two sons, when Heather, another female was born. Linda’s inner creature – SCREACHED WITH RAGE! So jealous was she of her sister, and her niece, she had to have her, own her soul, so she could destroy her Beauty, and make her a monster, too. Does this sound like a Fairytale – come true? Rosamond’s blood courses thru Linda’s veins, too. Sleeping Beauty was named…………….ROSAMOND! Heather needs to wake up and behold…………….THE MONSTROUS JEALOUS WITCH that hovers over her, in her crib! There is not reason she should be in anyone’s biography, but mine. She is not famous. She never met Christine or our parents.
There are several ways to become an immortal. One of them is to become famous. The other is to have children and grandchildren, and the other is to die and see God, which I have claimed I have done. I posted the idea that I was raised from The Dead on Bill Cornwell’s facebook. Bill and his father – were extremely jealous of me. Bill could not conceive. His father wanted his genealogy to carry on. I had provided proof I was INSANE, and DANGEROUS! I shoud not be allowed around my grandson.
I found a VCR tape five days ago that I forgot I had. It is labeled, thus……..
“HEATHER, TALENT SHOW, SENIOR PRO, CHOIR, GRAD”
Patrice Hanson said it was Heather’s joice to disappear from my life, and thus I did not go to her Graduation. Did I see a show on a father in prison getting the right to go to his daughter’s graduation? What was my crime? Why did I deserve this great insult? Did my druggist find out about MY GREAT HUMILIATION, that resembles a death sentence?
I have contended that my daughter was raised to be ROSAMOND’S NIECE, and, never my daughter. She was told The Great Rose Queen would make all her dreams come true – if she could be found! Rosamond would open doors for the Divine Daughter, and overnight, she would be an………………IMMORTAL! This is the drug the shot in my daughter’s arm – until she glowed! This was the DRUG, delivered with a PIN PRICK while she was still a babe in her crib!
My kindred, Elzabeth Rosemond Taylor, has come to my rescue. She has been grounding me. She throws me a life preserver. She is the Good Witch of the West. Look at her hair! She claims she died several times……………and came back!
Bob Brevort Buck&Boys thought they did well by getting rid of Shannon Rosamond, and burying Christine Rosamond’s Life-saving program of Recovery – after demonizing a immortal woman artist. However, they opened Pandora’s Box, some more, because it was first opened at the Buck Institute. You see, the church has always withheld IMMORTALITY from women, they seen as followers of The Lesser God. But, one look at the image of Judith Campisi, tells me this institute is overrun with Real Witches that put folks to sleep with a drugged apple – and a prick!
On May 11, 2011, my estranged daughter, Heather Hanson, signed a legal document that made her my Trustee. She said she read this document. A month later we met in Bullhead City to open an account and deposit the $27,000 dollars my uncle, Vincent Rice, left me in his Trust. Because nine other family members were left $400,000 dollars in the same Trust, I felt this was a good time to ignore all that went wrong in Christine Rosamond Benton’s Probate, and in Victor Presco’s Trust, so that we may survive as a family, and move forward. Everyone was onboard me finishing my autobiography, and being recognized for my creative contributions. I was wrong! If I had read all of Tom Snyder’s slanderous biography of Christine, I would never have suggested any peace pact with my family, and Stacey Pierrot, the slanderous ‘Caretaker’ my kindred allowed to take control of a very important Artistic and Literary Legacy.
My daughter betrayed me every chance she got! She launched her raging alcoholic lover at me, he gleefully calling me a “parasite” because I got SSI. He knew this because my Trustee, Heather Hanson, filled him in on my private finances she had access to. She betrayed the Trust. She allowed Bill Cornwell to get away with his suggestion it was I who peed in the back seat of the rental car, paid by Trust monies, and not Drunken Aunt Linda Comstock whose lover toasted my grandson in a bar. You can see the large pitchers of beer they consumed before heading out on the desert highway where there are no bathrooms.
My attorney suggested I sue my daughter. If anyone is authoring a story about her, and any mention of my family is made, I will consult my attorney. After a two year struggle, where there was much blood, we located a large cyst that was causing all the problems. Treatment for this cyst, just ended. I have not conversed with my grandson in six years.
Robert Buck’s law firm established a cult, an abnormal surrogate family system that neglected real family members. Linda Comstock is a STALKER that lurked in the background and took delight in being able to alter a famous person’s history. The call for people who knew, or, met Christine to come forth and be in Pierrot’s biography, was a ruse to purchase the original Rosamond’s they owned, and make prints from them. The proceeds would not go to my nieces. This is ART FRAUD. attorney Sydney Morris committed more Art Crimes, employing more cruel and insidious deception – then my famous sister ever dreamed of! Morris bankrupted the Rosamond Estate!
It’s time to do ‘The Legend of Sleepy Hollow’ starring, Witch Belle Burch. I hereby name Buck’s Baby………..Sleepy Hollow!
I am working on a T.V. show…………….’My Daughter The Witch’.
“Too bad your father is not dead, too. Sydney&Snyder denigrate the Prescos while deifying Stacy&Jacci. Why not us? Why not – the Hansons! You can be the Nice&Friendly Rosamond, whom everyone adores. You’re not an artist, and thus you will not confuse the non-artists. They will be happy to cross your palm with silver for one of your winning smiles. You can sell your approval to the highest bidder – with no qualms what-so-ever! Do you see why he has to be dead? Oh sure, he gave you life, but, then he got in your way – BIG TIME!”
TO BE CONTINUED
This helps explain why disability rights activists are appalled by the per capita cap plan. “People with disabilities who rely on home- and community-based services through Medicaid — such as personal-attendant care, skilled nursing, and specialized therapies—could lose access to the services they need in order to live independently and remain in their homes,” the Center for American Progress’s Rebecca Vallas, Katherine Gallagher Robbins, and Jackie Odum note.
As if that weren’t enough, the bill has also been changed to allow states to impose work requirements on Medicaid, a policy that would not effectively spur people to work or reduce poverty but that could meaningfully reduce access to care for poor families, and which even many conservative health care experts oppose.
3) States hard hit by the opiate crisis
A per capita cap would also cause problems if a new, expensive, but necessary drug comes on the market, or an epidemic hits. Those are both changes that would raise the per capita amount Medicaid has to pay year to year, but which a per capita cap wouldn’t budget for.
For instance, the opioid epidemic has taxed state Medicaid programs as more patients need treatment for substance use disorder. Today, an increase in need leads to an automatic increase in federal funds flowing to states. But the Republican plan would halt that and put the whole burden on states.
From the listless repose of the place, and the peculiar character of its inhabitants, who are descendants from the original Dutch settlers, this sequestered glen has long been known by name of Sleepy Hollow … A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere.
The story is set in 1790 in the countryside around the Dutch settlement of Tarry Town (historical Tarrytown, New York), in a secluded glen called Sleepy Hollow. Sleepy Hollow is renowned for its ghosts and the haunting atmosphere that pervades the imaginations of its inhabitants and visitors. Some residents say this town was bewitched during the early days of the Dutch settlement. Other residents say an old Native American chief, the wizard of his tribe, held his powwows here before the country was discovered by Master Hendrick Hudson. The most infamous spectre in the Hollow is the Headless Horseman, said to be the ghost of a Hessian trooper that had his head shot off by a stray cannonball during “some nameless battle” of the American Revolutionary War, and who “rides forth to the scene of battle in nightly quest of his head”.
The “Legend” relates the tale of Ichabod Crane, a lean, lanky and extremely superstitious schoolmaster from Connecticut, who competes with Abraham “Brom Bones” Van Brunt, the town rowdy, for the hand of 18-year-old Katrina Van Tassel, the daughter and sole child of a wealthy farmer, Baltus Van Tassel. Crane, a Yankee and an outsider, sees marriage to Katrina as a means of procuring Van Tassel’s extravagant wealth. Bones, the local hero, vies with Ichabod for Katrina’s hand, playing a series of pranks on the jittery schoolmaster, and the fate of Sleepy Hollow’s fortune weighs in the balance for some time. The tension between the three is soon brought to a head. On a placid autumn night, the ambitious Crane attends a harvest party at the Van Tassels’ homestead. He dances, partakes in the feast, and listens to ghostly legends told by Brom and the locals, but his true aim is to propose to Katrina after the guests leave. His intentions, however, are ill-fated.