I Am Nobody
There is a famous photograph of my daughter’s latest surrogate father toasting my grandson in a bar. Flip believed he deserved my daughter and her only child more than me, because he fashioned himself a music producer, and, I had done nothing to promote Heather’s singing career since I knew I had a child. At sixteen, Heather was fretting over the truth most female Country Western singers are stars at her age. The clock was ticking.
When my mother saw my friend Bill and I running down a grassy slope, she pulled over her Ford Anglia to watch this beautiful sight. I believe Bill was fifteen when Rosemary seduced my childhood friend, who looked like he was going to be Somebody. Bill was what Rosemary deserved. She had married the wrong man, got stuck with his four kids, and Bill was the means for my mother to salvage her lost childhood – and innocence?
Bill approached me after he turned sixteen. He asked me if I saw him as a father figure.
“What do you think about I being your father?”
“What are you talking about?”
Because Rosemary now needed to believe I was a nobody, who would never amount to anything, it was JUST that she make Bill love her, more than me. After all, I was in his shadow, and he was going to………….be somebody! Rosemary would help him. She bought him two cars. He drove the last one onto the railroad tracks, turned off his headlights, and here come the 12:10 A.M. train to Oakland. It was ten minutes past my eighteenth birthday.
The young woman who did a psychid reading of me in 1987, told me;
“People come into your being and, take, take, take! You are powerless to stop them. I don’t know why.”
Ten minutes earlier she said;
“You own your own creation. You died!”
Before she said that, she said;
“His mother is here – in my face! She doesn’t want me to read her son!”
Now…………..why is that?
When Rosemary saw that the second boy running after the beautiful blonde boy – was me – she flew into a jealous rage! This could not be happening to me. I didn’t deserve this. I owed her. This was supposed to happen to her. She stalked Bill. She captured Bill. She killed Bill. They had gotten caught. Who caught them?
It was a white Volvo. Bill’s sister showed me the pink slip with my mother’s name on it. She demanded all the truth. Vicky Arnold bid me to stop killing myself with alcohol. She gave me a gift.
“Why is your mother’s name of this title?”
“The truth will set you free!”
Christine died knowing none of this. The Takers took her autobiography from her estate, and disappeared it. She was making horrific accusations. Here is one leach giving Rosemary full power to make and break a great artist. She didn’t want Christine or I to be in her spotlight, or, be famous. She wanted Bill to become famous, so he would take her away from all………this! Christine wanted Bill to sweep her off her feet. In Snyder’s evil book, I am blamed for Bill’s death, because I did not relay Christine’s message.
“Tell Bill I love him!”
Rosemary knew Christine did no deserve Bill. After all……………she was nobody! After his father kicked him out, Bill came to live with us when he was sixteen. I am sure Christine would have found a way to let Bill know she was a artist – too! But, she took up art when she was twenty-four.
What you are about to read has made me mentally ill – for awhile! This was written by ‘Wicked Rosemary No.4’. I can do another book under this title ‘The Wicked Rosemary’s’. This would make a great cable series. I am going to try to sell ‘I Am Nobody’ to HBO.
Julie Lynch has written an eerie masterpiece along the lines of Bulwer-Lyton. Lynch uses children to write a Transfer of Creative Entitlement doc. in order to make Wicked Rosemary No.3 – more money! No.3 got to read this before she put it before the public. A un-named kindergarten teacher is summoned – with a Ouija board? How old is she? In what city did she teach? There’s some Harry Potter thrown in – and Dan Brown! Lynch has sent this abuse of children tale to movie producers – who saw thru her wicked ruse! Disney already did his infamous mirror on the wall, bit.
Christine was born in 1947. She would be four in Kindergarten. Julie wrote her Rosamond book in 2010, that would make this teacher around a hundred years old if she was forty when Christine was in her class. What is her name? How was she found?
What did the Psychic Rader mean by…………”You own your own creation?”
They say your life passes before you when you die. I beheld my parents making love. I saw the moment of my conception.
I am going to enter the first sentence (above) in the Bulwer-Lyton contest. Lynch has a winner (below)
“If Christine’s parents had embraced her talent, there might be existing works from her childhood, but this was not to be. Fearing that Christine would steal her brother’s spotlight as the family artist, Christine’s mother, Rosemary, forbade Christine to draw at home. The only time she could express herself was at school or in her closet, by flashlight, when everyone else was asleep. Though we don’t have images to prove it, Christine’s kindergarten teacher has said that, by age five, Christine was already drawing with adult skill. She can remember Christine’s pictures of animals having near perfect detail and perspective.
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 Cornwell was furious I and my grandson had a good talk in the car – after he told me he faked being carsick. He wanted me to give Tyler the cold shoulder and not talk to him. This is a drunken baby lunatic like Trump who Bill reminds me of. He convinced Heather I was a parasite on society. I believe he wanted to throw me in the Grand Canyon to get my money, and get me out of the way.
The former Democratic presidential nominee, who recently declared herself part of the Trump resistance, lashed out at the Republican president’s spending plan in aggressive terms after being honored in New York City by the Children’s Health Fund, a nonprofit organization that helps provide health care to poor and homeless children.
“This administration and Republicans in Congress are mounting an onslaught against the needs of children and people with disabilities, women and seniors,” Clinton charged.
She said the budget, which was released earlier in the day, “shows an unimaginable level of cruelty and lack of imagination and disdain for the struggles of millions of Americans, including millions of children.”
She added, “None of us can remain silent in the face of these attacks.”
Trump’s budget calls for a drastic rollback of programs for the poor and disabled along with a robust hike for the military and border security. The plan, which won’t become law without Congress’ approval, is laced with $3.6 trillion in cuts to domestic agencies, food stamps, Medicaid, highway funding, crop insurance and medical research, among others.
“It hurts the well-being of children,” Clinton said. “It’s time to send a resounding message that we will not stand for this attack on the most vulnerable among us.”
Earlier in the month, Clinton launched a new political organization designed to push back against Trump’s agenda. She said the group would “encourage people to get involved, organize and even run for office.”
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!