Copping A Free Feel From Big Victim
Here is Alley Valkyrie and her ex-lover, John Monroe, doing their civic duty, making sure the police do not cop a feel. There are about 30 videos of SLEEPS on the internet. The case I am making against Council Person, Amy Semple, is, she has no interest in serving all the people, just her Gang of Six, her……….MOB……..the same people Kim Hafner said had warned her and her Gang of Six, about me.
The Oakdale Mob pretend they are performing their civic duty by going after me. They base their claim on what allegedly Alley said to them. Alley has lived in Paris for the last year. In her “threat” e-mail, Alley says she will EXPOSE me, IF I do not do what she asks. What if I did? Would she let me go with just a warning? IF all she says about me is true, isn’t she compelled to EXPOSE me, anyway? People must be protected – and warned! I am very dangerous, she claims! The use of the word “or” is key, because it constitutes SEX-BLACKMAIL. I CHOSE to publish this evil threat from a evil young woman. I knew the words “young girl” would be trouble, even though Belle was a young woman of 24. This makes me an un-sung hero of the FREE PRESS! I blew their mind!
Freedom of the Press is a HUGE issue right now. The world is asking for the whereabouts of Khashoggis body. How about his fingers that were cut off? After I made my stand, along comes Trump and the women who claim he molested them. Then there is the Kavanaugh accusations. This reporter, and my newspaper, led the way! The conservative press, and Fox News are interested in how I stood up to Lying Witches!
The Horror Movie……begins! We got a real witch hunt – conducted by real witches! That fireman may have touched Cheryl’s breast.
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
Dirty Trick or Treat
“I’m going to make this very simple for you. I don’t know if you know who I am, but I sure as hell know who you are, and when you fuck with my friends, you fuck with me. Stop writing about Belle or I am going to make your life very difficult. I mean it. If I see one more word about her on your blog, your FB, or anywhere else, I will make sure that you experience all the fear and discomfort that she is experiencing right now. And no, this isn’t a physical threat, so don’t try to play victim. Frankly, I encourage you to contact EPD, as they already know all about you. I will not do anything illegal, but mark my word you will regret it if you write one more word about her. I will make sure that the entire community knows exactly how much of a sick fuck you are. Your picture, your name, and “samples” of your writing will be posted on every bulletin board in town. There will not be a single person in the Eugene/Springfield area who won’t know that you’re a sick stalker who won’t leave a stalker who won’t leave a young girl alone. Cut it out. Now. This is your first, last, and only warning.”
Ashley Hewes: I understand and respect your thoughts Mary but I also feel that he should not be allowed to feel comfortable in this community. He rates right up there with child molesters for me.
Ashley Hewes: Mary how long will it be before he starts capturing people?
Ashley Hewes: All of his writings remind me of the beginning of every sick serial killer movie I have ever seen
Ashley Hewes: Mary people like this hurt people who turn the other cheek. That is all I have to say, I will not stand idly by when there is something I can do to quell his obsessing. I would be willing to become the object of his obsession if I felt it would work. But that would be detrimental to his health.
Alley Valkyrie: I’d rather he focus on me than Belle, that I’ll absolutely say. I have 100 miles of distance from this fucker.
Glenn Combs: John Presco(e) has a long history of harassing young women in this area. The police seem impotent to do anything about it, though. I believe he comes from money and could be lawyered up quite well if he needed it. Whatever, it is time to take this “man” down.
Glenn Combs: I’m thinkin’ concrete shoes. We got a river with deep spots… Hypothetically speaking, of course.
Mark Thomas Shekoyan: I’d be careful what is said here in public forums. If the law gets involved, all of this is public record submit-able to a court of law.
Andrew Cottrell On second scrutiny of the photo on his blog – yup, that’s the guy who stalked me while he stank of methadone.
The Shrill Voice of Jeff Holiday
Jeff Holiday was Alley Valkyrie’s facebook friend, and perked up when this self-admitted wiccan announced she had picked a fight with me. Valkyrie let out the schrill screach of a Tribal Warrior Chief-Woman, and down they swoop like flying monkeys, they all for some Blood-Sport – after it was assesed I belonged to no tribe. I had no ally. I was fair game. Come one, come all. Here is Jeff using the Whiteaker Tribal Council to bring me down and put me next to a stalker whose image was put on poles. This guy is chronically homeless. Does he know Alley? Did she and Emily Semple give him legal sanctuary?
Jon Presco
http://eugene-abusers-blog.tumblr.com/post/85286644810/john-gregory-presco-dob-1081946
Storm Faerywolf F(a)eri(e) or non?
Alley Valkyrie Local creeper. Delusional narcissist. Not Feri, but reminds me of a few of them. I sent him a PM firmly telling him to leave a friend of mine alone, and my “threat” will be the subject of his blog tomorrow. He has no idea who he is fucking with.
Storm Faerywolf Give him hell, Alley!
When I handed my sister’s biography to Kim Hafner, I did so believing she understood something about self-help books and therapeutic auto-biographies. My sister’s auto-biography was disappeared. She started it when she got sober. I began ‘Bond’s With Angels’ in 1992 when I had five years of sobriety and was in therapy. When I graduated from the New Hope Program at Serenity Lane, my aftercare package said;
“Write! Write! Write!”
Writing is therapeutic for me. Our Family Recovery story and history was sold to an outsider who hired ghost writers to tell the world about our abuse, and how we suffered. This was done FOR MONEY and FAME. Those who did not go through what the Presco Children went though intercepted the attention meant for us and our children. I expected Kim to say how outrageous this is, when she finished ‘When You Close Your Eyes’. That she said she did not bother reading it, is an outrage! Furthermore, her words suggest she was paid money to sabotage my efforts. She employed strangers to help her dehumanize me and destroy my credibility.
I will make sure the therapy professionals know about her villainy. I will talk to an attorney. Is Kim in therapy? How about Cheryl, who has been lusting after me for almost fifteen years. She had wonderful parents who did not abuse her. Kim told me her sibling have disowned her. The world needs the story of someone who has thirty years of sobriety. Kim and the Gang of Six – would love to see me take my next drink! They didn’t want Jesus’ message, either, so they tried to throw them off a cliff!
To discourage me from finishing ‘Bonds With Angels’ my mother told me the outsiders had hired Carrie Fisher to work on a screenplay about Christine. I believe Stacey Pierrot, lied. My family did not know we are related to Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. Wealthy and famous people are always being accused of being exploitive by people who are jealous of them, whose problems are not getting attention. This is the tactic Hafner employs. She is irate about the fame in my family.
I suspect my drinking daughter is authoring a book about her father and aunt. They never met. Her alcoholic family has been trying to exploit Christine since she died. Kim and my daughter INTERCEPTED the attention I deserved. They are cunning and baffling. The fight over Christine and my untold story……….is diabolical! I am being stalked. The fireman who took Cheryl away from my door, understand she is stalking me.
No one wants a crazy person coming to your door. Three days ago Cheryl is standing there, again, twirling this black burlesque-like pasty as she jabbered Cherylenese.
“What are you doing, a burlesque teaser? What is that? What do you want? Headline, please!”
I now got lied to, taken down the White Rabbit Hole – and as a writer I’m not permitted to be inspired by this..………Love Flapdoodle? Mind you I had six Oakdalese at my door, shouting at me, telling me I am a lunatic, based upon the things they read in this blog. This is a Dream Review. This tells me I am not authoring drivel, and am inciting normal folks to riot. The Springfield Police broke up a……….Literary Riot! Ken Kesey shakes my hand from yon hither side.
Writing this blog is therapeutic. I have not been able to write about Rosemary – in full vivid terror! I put her on those who have cursed me – with pleasure! If the spirit of Rosemary could be employed to neutralize stalkers of the Stars, then I say……….
Get them – Rosemary! Get them! Destroy them! Take no prisoners! They have been fucking with your gifted children – BIG TIME!
My mother was in that book I handed to Hafner, that was returned to me, damaged. The guessing game…………….is over! Rosemary, knows. The mother, always knows. You are about to read the first Horror Recovery book. Enjoy. God speed!
https://ew.com/books/addiction-recovery-memoirs/
“Perhaps the most beautiful tragedy surrounding her death is the wide publicization of her work to normalize and put a face to those struggling with mental illness, addiction, and alcoholism. Though she was vocal about these issues years before her death, writing four novels and three memoirs, most to do with the struggles of mental health and addiction, yet they were not as recognized until her passing.
“Where traditional psychology and psychotherapy will tend to be written in an impersonal, objective mode, many self-help books ‘involve a first-person involvement and often a conversion experience’:[13] in keeping with the self-help support groups on which they often draw, horizontal peer-support and validation is thus offered the reader, as well as advice “from above”.
https://reflectionsrehab.com/blog/best-books-on-addiction-recovery-to-help-you-in-early-sobriety/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-help_book
After lying about being locked out, and on her way to the office, Cheryl turned and said;
“You laughed at me. You made fun of me!”
She made a unhappy face and looked like she was going to cry. Kim Hafner laughed at Cheryl, and about Cheryl. We shared stories about all the crazy things she did, like throw glitter all over the stairs, and, tie a rubber chicken to my doorknob. I took a picture of if and showed it to Silver, our manager. In voo-doo this is a hex. I was not happy. Was she trying to make me love her against my will?
Cheryl was obsessing over me. Many times she made loud noises and dropped heavy things on the floor. I was being treated for a sleep disorder. After the chicken, I began a screenplay, called ‘Love Chicken’. An ex-neighbor was going to help me. Then, I changed my mind, and trashed this project.
I always felt sorry for Cheryl. It was not the right way to deal with the anguish she caused me. She would not take no for an answer. I made Kim aware of this when she made a Cheryl joke-observation. I see now she felt – exposed. I see now, that I heard correctly. Cheryl did say she was going to put a hit on me, meaning, she was going to have me killed.
“You laughed at me!”
Kim and I had some good laughs about Cheryl’s behavior. Ms. Hafner told me about the time she got a jogger to help her put fallen limbs in her car. After getting out of her exactly what she wanted, he helped her drag these limbs across the park, and stuff them in the car, where Kim saw them, but, declined to help her haul this dead wood with fall leaves up the stairs to be used as decoration! She had to open all the windows. There was foliage busting out all over. She could only see straight ahead. She was high on meds!
What Cheryl was doing, was adding to her Witches Nest on her deck. Crap from this nest has been raining down on my deck – for ten years! This is………..Love Rubble! The glitter she poured down on me, still sparkles in my carpet. Tinkerbelle…..wears clothing full of sequins and fake jewels. Her jewelry came from Aladdin’s cave. To hear Kim describe it to me – was a scream!
Oops! Did I just sick Satan on Kim? Hey! But, do I give a shit anymore! I know my audience will be rolling in the isles when they see the bush going down the road. I will be raking in the doe! I need money to move the fuck out of here! I am on a mission from God, who wants me out of………..The Stairwell To Hell.
Alas, I see how sick Kim Hafner is. She felt I was snubbing her for being obese. She must have heard that Cheryl wanted me dead! This is a cruel and evil human being who had a chance to play evil mind-fuck games on her ward at the Johnson Unit. Did Kim see that The Meadow Lunatic was wise to her, and, she was jealous – too? Best be sure all the hexes fall on McKenzie Johnny! And the cock crows thrice!
I will be contacting the authorities.
I am convinced Kim disappeared, or killed Brembe. She knew I suffered from mental illness – as did my famous sister! This is why she lied about not reading her biography. She did not want to own any empathy for me and my family. She knew she was reading a miracle, of how two very abused children could have been so creative. Kim knew Cheryl was setting me up. She was going to get in my house, then, claim I raped her. This is why Kim set out to destroy my reputation with my neighbors. This is diabolical. This is – CONSPIRACY! This – A BOOK!
https://rosamondpress.com/2018/10/21/cheryl-walton-another-fake-emergency/
Perhaps Cheryl killed Brembe? How many women in ‘The Stairway To Hell’ had a crush on me? Then, one day, they met at the bottom of the stairs, and compared notes. They concluded I played them all…………….for a fool!
“Love chicken! They all had so much love to give, but, I was too chicken-shit!
It was the caregiver, who loved her true, who came up with the plan. This is why she offered to sweep my balcony, then, have Love Chicken come down and offer to do it herself. Her plan was to drive me insane by having me taken off to jail for a rape I did not commit. I would be out of Cheryl’s life, and alas, she would have her all to herself.”
This is why the conspirators had no empathy for Lance Jacob. This is why they got so excited and ganged up on me the day Lance burned down his house and shot at the fireman.
Dear Fellow Authors………Never let your neighbors know you are writing a book! They will worm their way into it. Whatever it takes! They might even off you, and finish the job.
Now I know why they all got upset with me when I brought in the police.
“It was so beautiful to behold, how much she loved that bastard who laughed in her face and turned all their neighbors against her. No man has ever been so loved. No man, was so undeserved of her love. If only he would be taken to the Johnson Unit against his will. ”
In my sister’s biography ‘When You Close Your Eyes’, Tom Snyder says my mother was coming on to one of her sons. That son – is me! Rosemary made sexual advances towards me every time I visited her. She wanted me to dance with her. She wanted to touch me. I resisted. The last time I saw my mother, I was going to commit her to an asylum. However, she awoke me in the middle of the night. I rubbed out my phone number and left. We would not exchange words, again. She died of acute alcoholism three years later.
In the video ‘Springfield Witch Hunt’ once more Cheryl comes up to me, and grabs my arm. She wants a BIG HUG of forgiveness. I have been a bad boy for resisting her love. All the people present are witness to sexual abuse. One of her caregivers understands this, and admonishes Cheryl when she touches me improperly. Note that none of the Gang of Six is asking Love Chicken for a hug lest she get – attached to them!
Here is the painting I did of Christine and I that is hanging in the Mayor’s show at Emerald Arts. I have my hand on my first girlfriend, Marilyn, replicating my arm around my sister. When I was seventeen, I stopped Rosemary from pulling more hunks of Christine’s hair out. I had to leave home. When I said goodbye to Christine she said;
“Don’t leave me with the monster!”
A year earlier, stopped Rosemary from beating up Marilyn. She had her by the hair, and was slapping her beautiful face while saying;
“No one tells me how to raise my son!”
All the people in the Witch Hunt video, are in deep shit. You are immortalized. You set up Cheryl to sexually abuse me some more, or, even kill me if I did not satisfy her, submit to her demands, and love her – no matter what! If I want a roof over my head. I better not disobey………The Monster! I better submit to her pawing at me, and kiss the ring of Jabba the Hutt.
When Krista ordered me back into my appartment, and then told me she was going to have her lover beat me up, I saw…………….The Monster!
Let us hope the Cruel Children are done fucking with me, because – you laughed at me! Considering my family background, I took Cheryl’s threat……….seriously. That’s why I wrote the Mayor of Springfield. When angry people show up at my door, and won’t tell me their names – I see a real threat!
In 1971 I was introduced to the Mayor of Boston by my attorney. White shook my hand.
“It took a lot of guts to stand up to those people.”
Two days ago I shared with my neighbor one reason why I suffer from PTSD, and why I am disabled. A nurse who worked at the John Unite shamed me for getting Section 8.
I wept as I wiped the puppies blood off the wall. She was an innocent little lamb. And all of us, including me, are sinners. We plot against the truth, no matter how much we say we want it. The truth is, the puppy wagged it’s tails as the killers approached. The Monster was unleashed………….a long time ago.
https://rosamondpress.com/2018/09/26/put-a-hit-on-me/
http://www.sfexaminer.com/elmer-bones-remmer-san-franciscos-gambling-czar/
May I suggest, Kim Hafner attached herself to Cheryl Walton’s Chicken Curse, like a parasite, because it proved to be the more powerful.
May I add Rosemary had a powerful hold on me, and is still very protective of her son. You reap what your sew. Have a nice Halloween, with……………..The Monster!
P.S. Has it occurred to anyone, other than me, that Cheryl is possessed? Since I can remember, Rosemary told me the head of the new Camarillo wanted her to come stay for an extended visit. They rode horses together. He saw something in my mother, that frightened him. He who laughs last, laughs best!
Ha-ha! Ho-ho! Hardy ha-ha!
John Presco
Copyright 2018
Rosemary’s Scholarship
https://rosamondpress.com/2014/02/12/defying-the-boston-mafia/
“When I heard the door being kicked in on the main floor, I rushed downstairs to find the door to the old managers apartment knocked off its hinges. Then I heard the awful sound of the squatter’s three month old black lab having its throat cut. I shouted;
“Get out there!”
There was silence, and then this question;
“Are you the manager?”
“Yes! Get out!”
“You come in here!”
“We got something for you!” said the second voice.
When I refused, they came out carrying bloody knives. I stood my ground. Just them, Shaheb let out a long blast from his horn. He was on the steps with three of my neighbors. These demons folded their knives, walked passed me with smirks on their face, and were out the door. I rushed to find the puppy. I almost fainted when I saw its blood smeared on every wall. I went in search of her and found her body stuffed behind the toilet. I picked her up. She was still warm. I began to cry. I began to wipe her blood off the walls before her owners came home. When they did, I was still crying because it was my vanity, our vanity, that killed her. She was completely innocent. She didn’t have a clue about the battle for the building she lived in. She was happy. She was horrified by the cruelty inflicted on her. I will forever hear her cries.
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Springfield Mayor <mayor@springfield-or.gov>To:John AmbroseCc:LAUDATI NielSep 29 at 7:38 PM
Mr. Ambrose,
I’m. Sorry you don’t feel safe. I will see if the police can stop by and check on you.
Christine
https://www.registerguard.com/news/20180828/video-surveillance-experiment-worth-it
https://rosamondpress.com/2017/06/06/reading-from-when-you-close-your-eyes/
“The placement of the dead chickens likely has symbolic meaning, because crossroads are seen as a place frequented by messenger spirits, said Albert Wuaku, an expert on Santeria who teaches at Florida International University.
A blend of West African religions and Catholicism, Santeria came to Florida from Cuba and the Caribbean and is also known as Lukumi by followers. Practitioners typically turn to sacrifice when seeking help in desperate situations, such as a loved one battling an illness, Wuaku said.
“If you want a spirit to do something to you, you have to offer something to the spirit,” Wuaka said. “The sacrifice is to be done in such as way as to inflict the least amount of pain on the animal. The animal is not subjected to torture.”
Elmer ‘Big Bones’ Remmer
I met Elmer ‘Big Bones’ Remmer when I was fifteen. He and his wife (or girlfriend) looked like Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus, they both having white hair. They walked into our home on San Sebastian Avenue, our benefactor wanting to meet the children of their employee. Rosemary ( a made woman?) was working for Rucker hydraulics in Emmeryville and met Remmer in the Oaks or Menlo Club located in mob-owned town. She started editing porno movies for Remmer, then starred in them. Many nights Rosemary did not get home till after her four children were asleep. We would find a doggy bag from a restaurant in the fridge. Vicki sees her three older siblings as her real parents.Remmer was bigger then I thought. He is named along with Mickey Cohen and Frank Sinatra. He ran the Cal-Neva Lodge and took his case to the highest court in regards to his card rooms in Emmeryville and San Francisco. It looks like Remmer was trying to make gambling legal in all of California which would put the Mob out of business in Nevada. However, Remmer was the Mob.
There was a brawl and arrest in LA involving the actress, Vicki Raaf. Here, Hollywod make-believe, meets real reality!
Jon Presco
Copyright 2012
“Hello, strange……..er!”
Here are the friends of Alley and Belle going after a woman reporter who I have communicated with. Big Angee grabs the news camera. We have seen her going topless hoping a male Eugene Police officer – grabs her – so he can be accused of molesting her. She should come live here and be friends with El Lardo, and The Six.
Alley Valkyrie; ” I will also say that going downtown would be a mistake, as EPD is quite aware of who and what you are, and they have nine uniformed officers downtown. But then again, you said you were going to City Council and you didn’t have the balls to do that, and…See More
Alley Valkyrie: And if you do go downtown, you will have to deal with me personally, by the way.”
Look at Alley’s Freaky Folks. All she has to do is whisper in the ear of some homeless psycho, and he sneaks up behind me – and shoves a knife in my back. These are the Creepy Dead who Kim Hafner claims warned The Six about me. The Springfield Police drive around Eugene, pick up vagrants, then drop them off on Main Street.
https://rosamondpress.com/2017/11/17/attack-of-the-300-pound-killer-lady-bug/
https://rosamondpress.com/2017/11/16/copping-a-free-feel-from-big-victim/
In the latest version of this great movie, my mother appear, having rose from her grave. I was bowled over. Ann Bankcroft looked more like my aunt Lillian then Rosemary, but, my mother was archetypal. When Miss Dinsmore put music on the phonograph and danced her way to Pip, I was mesmerized by this visitation, for every time I came to the city of Los Angeles to visit my kindred, Rosemary would put on ‘Hello Stranger’ hold out her arms, and bid me to dance with her, dance for her, she believing only she could be the love of my life.
The real love of my life, Marilyn, witnessed this macabre reunion and ritual, that was incestuous. I had no choice. I had to endure my mother’s gaze deep into my eyes, that asked forbidden questions while Marilyn stood there on the sideline, she knowing better to confront Rosemary, who beat her up when she was sixteen, when this beautiful young woman went to confront Rosemary’s hold over me.
Rosemary took Mariyn by the hair and swung at her face as she shouted;
“No one tells me how to raise my son!”
Hello……………….Rosemary!
Rosamond Press 
Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:
The series ‘Killing Eve’ is a huge hit, proving folks want to see weird-ass shows. I will now be promiting the nuttiness in my blog. I knew Ken Kesey and rode on Further with hin in the Eugene Celebration. Nurse Ratched is an archetype that will never die.