I am now looking for a filmmaker to make my documentary ‘Springtucky’. I will write the script. My families’ story was already attacked back in 2016. I may still have a lawsuit because my rights to Freedom of Religion and the Press was violated. These righteous Springtuckians hated my blog and my brand of religion, just like Kim Hafner.
I will have an actor dressed like William Peddiocord take us through Sprintucky Hell where Barbarism and hatred of everything that shows good breeding, is set upon with a viciousness not seen since the destructive rage of ISIS! This is not the image the Mayor wants to see – revealed!
Peddicord make a Faustian Deal with the Devil and ended up in a vicious game of backstabbing in the Memoires #10478 group at the Senior Center. You can’t make this shit up. I am going for a HBO series.
I will dedicate my documentary to Bert Reynolds, a good friend of my kin, Liz Taylor.
- (idiomatic) An agreement in which a person abandons his or her spiritual values or moral principles in order to obtain knowledge, wealth or other benefits.
The expulsion of the competent and the abandonment of founding values in exchange for a boost in the university’s Satanic social status was a Faustian bargain.
- (idiomatic) A deal in which one focuses on present gain without considering the long term consequences. quotations ▼
You will never grasp this…..’Incident In Memoirs #10478′ unless I preface it.
This is a story about a witchy and covert transference of my good writing skills over to Frail Evonne by female members of this group I joined at Willamalane Adult Activity Center in Springfield Oregon. The witch who conducted this transference of talent and skills, over to her fellow ungifted species, is Laurel Laver – Hospice Worker! You can’t make this shit up. Laurel has watched a lot of men die! She knows all about legacies. She will orchestrate my literary death and transference over to a woman of her choosing. This is the sequel to ‘Witches of Eastwick’.
Frail Evonne showed up at the third Memoirs meeting I attended. She had been away. The group was fawning over her. She looks like Sissy Spacek, and Julie Harris, who starred in East of Eden. I can’t grasp what she is saying because I missed so much. Did she say her BLIND FATHER bombed Meier & Frank Co. in downtown Portland, Oregon, – and is completely innocent? What do they call him ‘The Blind Bomber‘?
“Of course he is, you poor dear!”
Now, she is looking at me. Why? Am I being blamed for something I didn’t do? Yes! I am guilty – as charged. At the next meeting, before I read my first installment of my childhood memories titled ‘Grassbomb Wars’ Frail Evonne declines to read, siting she is very intimidated by my writing skills. Did I hear groans of sympathy?
“Oh. You poor dear! Is that Big Dark Bad Man abusing you?”
Last Monday, Evonne makes another witchy appearance after disappearing for three weeks. I was a little late to the coven warm-up. I sit down, and Laurel says;
“Now that you have gotten all our help. Why don’t you go first!”
As I listen, I am hearing a Hodge Podge, a Collective Quilt of other writers at the table, who glowed when they hear their input. I watch the squeals and shrieks of glee go round the circle, because, justice is being served! I am getting my up-comings for being a man who writes good – and who has cast a giant shadow on Frail Evonne. I am being elected the Scapegoat, because, the Blind Guy did it!
I asked Frail Evonne if she ever heard of Karl Chessman who wrote and published four books while on Death Row? I was shocked she had not! Her father wrote a autobiography while he did ten years in prison. It almost got published! I think Evonne told me she had the manuscript. Is this why – she stopped trusting me? I knew too much! I let her know she underplayed her hand. Now, she had to get rid of me. Can we get a Chessman tune, a mournful ballad?
Some writers author ‘Their Memoirs’ and get moved to a penthouse overlooking Central Park. While, poor saps like me, take their last walk to the gallows, or, gas-chamber. What was Karl’s prison number……..#10478? I’m afraid to look, because, a month earlier I included Chessman in my fictional novel ‘The Hypnotic Private Eye’. I met Karl’s hired Private Eye. What – THE?
When Herbert Armstrong founded ‘The Radio Church of God’ in 1933, there was no television. The first televised event on Laura Street in Springfield may have been when Tom Adams of KVAL came to cover the memorial we had planned for Hollis Williams in a vacant building on Laura that was slated to be torn down. However, when the landlord got wind of it, he evicted us, and the first altar I made. When I told him Hollis was a homeless Veteran well-loved by all the folks at Safeway, which was just around the corner, he said;
“Then take your memorial over there!”
Here is the headline Evonne Merrill and Laurel Laver did not want to see in this blog, thus, for a month they have conspired to undermine my character and my newspaper. I suspect they produced Alley Valkyrie’s terrorist attack upon me and my blog in order to empower their kangaroo court and witch hunt. I have had enough. France was attacked by a lone terrorist. Ten children were run over and killed by a lunatic who convinced himself he was doing justice because he had been wronged. William Peddicord procured twelve sticks of dynamite and detonated them in a toilet in a department store.
I just heard from Sarah Judd the Program Manager of Willamalane that Memoirs #10478 is coming to an end, and will return next year after it has been restructured. There is no set rule against taking videos and photographs at the Adult Activity Center. However, some special events and meetings will have limitations.
I just told her I am glad it was she who came into the room in response to Laura Laver insisting I could not video tape in our group – after she allowed Evonne to take a video of me. I stopped video taping with Laura’s assurance she would be as fair as possible. She spoke the truth. There is no reason to live in a arbitrary world. Humanity can now author a all inclusive menu. There is a vast cyber-universe that holds an endless supply of choices and inclusiveness. How we deal with each other face to face, can be defined and refined.
Sarah is a modern day person who grew up in the age of massive media, and knows we have moved into a new frontier of understanding how we recall who we are, and how we create identities, that are not just compatible with our fellow human being, but, allow us to be brave and unique citizens of the world.
I can now author a enlightened letter to Laura Regan and see if she can turn back the hands of time, back to the offer I made Belle Burch. I told her I need an Heir to this blog. I feared I did not have long to live. My daughter rejected me, and our history. I am going to see if there can be a program where Seniors and the Homeless can reach out to one another, and be a help to one another. We seniors understand we will soon lose everything we own, including our homes. We want to be REMEMBERED! As Belle pointed out, most homeless people do not OWN IDENTIFICATION. Where are their memories coming to rest?
When I was homeless, I lost my ID. To open a bank account, I needed ID. I was getting a disability check that needed to be sent to a bank. If it were not for a bank manager, who broke the rules, I may not be alive today. Seniors can vouch for the homeless, supply an address and a mailbox.
The photograph Alley took from my facebook was taken by Virginia Hambley whose mother was born in France, and is an illustrious member of the House of Bourbon. Virginia had gotten down on one knee a week earlier, and proposed to me. I would soon get down on my knee, and propose to her.
Here are my posts on the Kesey mural. I need to be credible so I can be a watchdog for the arts. Protecting Artists, and the Arts, is the mission of my newspaper ‘Royal Rosamond Press’. ISIS Terrorists are destroying much art and holding it for ransom, even selling it to buy more terrorists weapons, and attract more recruits.
When I met with Belle Burch at the Wandering Goat, and she bragged to me she spoke perfect French, I told her about Virginia, and how she pined away for someone to speak French with. I believed Belle was a God-send. Virginia often confided in me she was bitter about not having any girlfriends, because of her head injury. She felt they were embarrassed to be seen with her. Because I saw Belle was friendly with homeless people, she would not be prejudiced. I am very protective of Virginia, and was shocked to learn Belle had concealed her core identity. Virginia and my great grandfathers fought the Caliphs in Algeria and the Barbary Coast.
Virginia and I did not get married. I called her up the next day, and asked her if there is a big garish ring on her coffee table? She said there was.
“Where did it come from?”
“From me. We’re engaged to be married.”
Virginia was in a terrible automobile accident. They pulled her from under the corpse of a fellow student. She was in a coma for 28 days. I used to go to her Brain Injured group at the Hillaryd Center.For twelve years I was her memory. She would call me when she lost things, and, forgot things. I was her living calendar – HER MEMORY!
When I discovered her royal background, and showed her some images of the castles she stayed in when she went to meed her kin, she shrugged it off.
“Yes! I strayed in all our castles. But, what does it mean? I live in a democracy!”
In talking to Sarah Judd yesterday I had to stop her from ruling my Newspaper was the culprit, the reason things went wrong in Memoirs #10478. For a month I was prepared to take out my camera and start covering the abuse I had suffered in this group. The final straw came when a Vietnam Vet who I call Jake, came over to me, put his hands on my shoulder, and said;
“John, I have read your blog, and it is The twilight Zone.”
Jake had passed around a book written by a black author who was critical of President Obama. I said this to Jake as I pointed my camera at him.
“You have never done the assignment. Instead, you have used this group as a soapbox for your right-wing ideology.”
Jake put much proof before our peers that he was The Guard At The Door of our disappearing values. He suggests he is the Supreme Boy Scout, and was granted special privileges by Laura Laver. I considered sharing my genealogical proof I found that proves the Knight Templars owned the Shroud of Turin, but, concluded I am up against a staunch prejudice. Authors have asked my permission to use my findings in their book.
Freedom of the Press can never be the culprit, the fall guy! Consider the attack on Charlie Hebdo. Here is a video of my interview of Chuck Kesey at the dedication of his brother’s mural in Springfield. He speaks pf the pride the rulers of Springfield took in driving out the Grateful Dead in a blatant act of CENSORSHIP. I also captured Neil Laudati whom I talked to after the group ended in me being asked to turn off my camera until it can be ascertained whether I had a right as a journalist to cover a story inside the premises of Willamalane. Sarah told me I was not able to do so without permission.
“Even if the building was on fire, I could not take out my camera and start filming without your permission?”
“That is correct!”
Below are videos of Belle and Alley invading John Ruiz’s office – with their video camera on. They invaded Ken Kesey Square and posted their attorney giving them permission on youtube. Willamalane has a separate tax set up.
“No taxation without representation!”
Is Willamalane a city within a city? Their photographers go about taking all the images they want – without permission? Here is Emily Semple being arrested. She tried to get arrested with Belle and Alley. She is running for Eugene City Council. Tow years ago I suggested SLEEPS was grooming Belle Burch for Kitty Piercy’s job, and is the reason they went after me so hard. I was terrorized! I received – death threats. I was told my reputauon will be destroyed if I do not do as they say!
Sarah tried to confine what is/was shared in Memoirs #10478 – to HER ROOM. I was shocked, and told her this is an attempt to contain me – after the fact! I warned her about rewriting their rules – to apply just to me – so they can can contain what is turning out to be a real scandal.
I was wearing my OCCUPY ribbon pinned to my beret, when I declared I am now writing for my newspaper, now covering a story.
This man’s name is John Gregory Presco, DOB 10/8/1946. He lives in Springfield, Oregon.
He frequents Eugene, especially the Whiteaker neighborhood, and regularly shows up at activist events. He is a stalker, a harasser, and an obsessed delusional sicko. He targeted a friend of mine and has been writing about her obsessively, and when I confronted him about his behavior, he decided to target me as well.
If you need a concrete example of his behavior and why I am posting this, his delusional writings can be found at https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com
If you see him in your neighborhood, on the street, or anywhere, call him out. Expose him. Make it known that you will not accept and tolerate someone who harasses and obsesses over young women in our community. This man is a very sick individual. Anyone who deliberately makes women feel unsafe should not be tolerated in this or any community.
“In the early 1990s, memoirs written by ordinary people experienced a sudden upsurge, as an increasing number of people realized that their ancestors’ and their own stories were about to disappear, in part as a result of the opportunities and distractions of technological advances. At the same time, psychology and other research began to show that familiarity with genealogy helps people find their place in the world and that life review helps people come to terms with their own past.
With the advent of inexpensive digital book production in the first decade of the 21st century, the genre exploded. Memoirs written as a way to pass down a personal legacy, rather than as a literary work of art or historical document, are emerging as a personal and family responsibility.
Peddicord confessed to planting the bomb “just to scare them into paying up.”
Evonne Merrill has not been truthful. I have been put on trial, in a cruel court. She launched an attack against my newspaper in anticipation of me discovering the truth about her father. Laurel Laver helped in this Cover-up. After working on this blog, I turn on the news to see there has been another Terrorist Attack in France. A lone lunatic mowed down and kill 84 people. I am sure those who prosecuted William Clarence Peddicord, made a case he was out of control and was a danger to society. That his concern was transfered over to me, while reading my memoirs in a senior center, is an outrage.
President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.
Virginia’s family makes wine in France that is still a part of the European Union. I never broke up with Virginia again. However, in all my attempts to be in relationship with Virginia, I had to win her heart once more, gain her trust, all over again – on a daily basis! In a sense she is the consummate Un-attainable Love that Rougemont brings to light as the source of our feelings of being in love.
That this royal person, whose kindred are ‘The Heart of France’, proposed to me while down on one knee, is profound, for it is our unforgettable terms of endearment, our loving memories strung together like a string of pearls, that tie the knot the binds us to the one we will die for if we can not get our love, to love us in return. Virginia and I are wounded lovers who may never stop loving one another. At death…..will we part.
He served the restored Louis XVIII (reigned 1814–24) in the French expedition to suppress an uprising in Spain (1823). Six years later he was appointed minister of war in the tottering government of the ultrarightist Prince de Polignac. In Algeria in 1830, Bourmont’s speedy conquest earned him a marshal’s baton. Refusing to support the “Citizen King” Louis-Philippe, he became implicated in the plots of the Duchess de Berry (1832) and went into exile in Portugal. There—as always on the side of absolutism—he aided the pretender Michael in the civil war of 1833–34. After the victory of the constitutional forces, he retired to Rome. He later returned under the amnesty of 1840 to France, where he remained a staunch supporter of the Bourbon pretender Henri, Count de Chambord.
You need a title. ‘Dangerous’ is a title of a book, that is not a movie. ‘Blind and Dangerous’ is not taken.
I found this article about the reward. The postal inspectors story is fishy. How did they spot, and conclude, two letters they had were written on the same typewriter? This takes some real expertise. What I suspect is, they told a judge a lie, and he issued a search warrant that produced a letter in your father’s home. They compared the typewriter, then. This is Illegal Search & Seizure, and may be why your father was released, because he does make a case. However, the letter in house makes him look guilty. Was it planted by the inspectors who were looking for a reward? Where is that typewriter?