Wee Willy and Mo Love Chicken


“The documents contained proposals for several ways to further exacerbate racial discord in the future, including a suggestion to recruit African Americans and transport them to camps in Africa “for combat prep and training in sabotage.” Those recruits would then be sent back to America to foment violence and work to establish a pan-African state in the South, particularly in South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana.”

The day after I made my Thunderstorm video, I read an article about a Russian plot to use African Americans to disrupt the elections and put the man of their choice in the White House. Yesterday I texted Marilyn my suspicions the Russians are reading my posts. Google John Presco and Putin, and see what they see. When the FBI contacts me I am going to propose they back my cyber-war against Russian Trolls. I will put together a team of Trolls. Our operation will be titled ‘Mo Love Chicken’. I hear you asking;

“Wait a minute! Didn’t you just give away your whole operation?”

Sure I did! What are they going to do about it? For thirty years our Government couldn’t outwit The Love Generation. We told them our plan, and, they were powerless to stop us. I will recruit ex-members of OCCUPY. I hear your silent questions.


In 1971 I and my black brothers took the Mafia to court. I was the white dude who went to court. Shaheb told me for a white guy to play in a black jazz band, he’s got to know twice as much. I was allowed to use the N-word when I deemed it was constructive and creative. I had a black artist as a roommate, and he appreciated how I used this word in talking about equality in the arts, something still to be achieved. Paul McCartney is in a N_word duality. I assume both roles in Wee Willy. I am that unique product of great cultural warfare.



Old timers in AA talk about ‘The Mourning Period’ where one morns the end of their drinking days. My mourning period came on when I was driving my Cadillac from Oakland to Eugene, perhaps for the last time. I was moving out of the city I was born. The Parodical Son had had it. Here’s a pic of my father and his mother walking down Broadway in Oakland. My mother says Vic was a ‘Made Man’ and was offered a SF moving company when he turned twenty-one. He says he turned this offer down because he wanted to form his own crew. My father hung out in the only Mafia bar in Oakland, Jakes Blue Book on upper Broadway. Here is more evidence Ken Kesey died of Alcoholism.


When I was thirteen I used to stay over at my friend’s house. Bob Pratt and I would stay up till two in the morning listening to KDIA. Another world opened up to me. I am sure our Rock Stars to be took in the sounds of the Bay. Here is the fight over the story of Nigger George.


1310 KDIA Radio “Lucky 13” – Oakland

Here is my friend, Ed Howard. His brother offered to drive out to visit my parents graves at the Presidio. My mother made porno movies for Big Bones Remmer who is proven Mafia. Rock musicians took from black artists. The House of the Rising Sun, was about my reality. I lived the Blues.



When I lived on 2nd street in Berkley, my neighbor Willy used to take me cruising on San Pablo in his Cadillac. I was his ‘Gun Man’. I was in charge of Willy’s snub-nose 38 in the glove compartment. Willy was 87, and saw right through my Hippie Peacenik disguise. He knew I came from Bad Roots, and would use that gun to get us out of a Bad Situation if I had to.. Willy told me about how bad he was down in Lousiana, and all the bad things he done. Who knows, he might have got his stories off a stack of 78 records with nothing but the blues on them.

In the top photo I have just taken Michael Harkins on a “My Oakland Tour” as he called it. We went where no white man dare go. We cruised through every bad-ass black hood we could find. I had no fear, Willy was near.


When I got off the train at the Eugene Station I was ‘Oakland Johnny’. I used this moniker when I went through the New Hope program at Serenity Lane. I knew if I tried to quit my incredible lifestyle, and stop drinking, too, I wouldn’t make it. I got sober so I could live long enough to finish my books. My grandfather hung with Black Mask writers. Hollywood writers contributed to the war against Germany and Japan.


There was a Mafia presence in the Bay Area. I have some theories where it came from. Vic Presco drove a big pink Cadillac with huge fins. He wore a plaid coat. He flaunted his alleged Mafia roots. When I saw the Sopranos. I exclaimed;

“There’s Captain Vic!”

The photo of Vic with the big fish, the electrical boxes, his granddaughter, Shannon, is a movie set. The shrub is foreboding. Mayhem lurks just under the surface.

I played with Big Time Mind-Game Players. I am good at fucking with folks brains. Just let me at those Russian Trolls, and they won’t know who they are any more. Get ready for America’s Secret Weapon ‘The Love Chicken’ tapes.

Oakland Johnny a.ka. Springfield Johnny

Copyright 2019

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

In December 1950, local cops swept up a rat king of drunken gamblers after an early morning brawl inside the Encore, resulting in the feds calling a pair of long-sought men to appear before the Kefauver Senate Crime Investigating Committee. Invited to Washington were Elmer “Bones” Remmer (San Francisco) and Thomas J. Whalen (East Saint Louis). With them in the Encore, and booked on charges of intoxication were Edmund M. Scribner (Bakersfield tavern keeper) and redheaded Miss Vici Raaf, actress.

Whalen was also charged with robbery and carrying a concealed weapon after a search turned up a .25-caliber automatic hidden in the padding of his car, and $4600 cash. The cops arrested the quartet after Andy McIntyre, proprietor, called for help with some brawling football fans. Whalen was passed out on the floor when deputy sheriffs and Highway Patrolmen arrived, Miss Raaf, Whalen’s housemate above the Sunset Strip, bending over him.

Remmer, who Miss Raaf identified as the operator of the Cal-Neva Lodge — which he was supposed to have sold under duress in 1948 — cursed at and threatened officers and reporters. Sheriffs interrogated the men about the recent Samuel Rummel gang slaying in Laurel Canyon, and told them all to stay out of Los Angeles.




The documents contained proposals for several ways to further exacerbate racial discord in the future, including a suggestion to recruit African Americans and transport them to camps in Africa “for combat prep and training in sabotage.” Those recruits would then be sent back to America to foment violence and work to establish a pan-African state in the South, particularly in South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana.

There is no indication that the plan — which is light on details — was ever put into action, but it offers a fresh example of the mindset around Russian efforts to sow discord in the U.S.

The blueprint, entitled “Development Strategy of a Pan-African State on U.S. Territory,” floated the idea of enlisting poor, formerly incarcerated African Americans “who have experience in organized crime groups” as well as members of “radical black movements for participation in civil disobedience actions.”

The goal was to “destabilize the internal situation in the U.S.”

Frank Figliuzzi, a former assistant director of counterintelligence at the FBI and an NBC News contributor, who reviewed the documents, said that they offer a warning to the U.S.

“Regardless of whether or not these plans are an amateurish thought experiment, the fact that these people are talking about doing this should disturb Americans of all stripes,” Figliuzzi said.

“The unfortunate reality is that we’re seeing an adversary that will consider virtually anything to get what it wants, and if it means violence or splitting America along racial lines or eroding our trust in institutions, they’ll do it.







Last night I made this video because I was alarmed at the licking my Bohemian Brothers and Sisters are taking in the culture wars. I own a registered newspaper in Lane County that has become a “I told you so!” rag. Springfield Johnny is a Hippie Redneck Prophet, as are all good story tellers are. We are Shamans. We look for, and read sign…..signs of our times. We are living in dangerous and historic times, and we do not have our Story Tellers like we had back in the 60s. I am taking a risk posting this, because everyone has squirreled their souls away in the Comfort Zone. I get into the story of how Marilyn Reed and I met in 1962. We are 15 and 16, and there are maybe 300 people like us. We are exploring new ground. We are Trailblazers. There weren’t 20 million folks who would back us up, most of them who do not have a clue how hard it was to make what they inherited. So, at the end of my days, I get to be scolding – and crazy as all hell! You got a problem with that. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GepOCf4Eh60

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1 Response to Wee Willy and Mo Love Chicken

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    I googling Paul Krassner I discovered he was in ‘Dynamite Chicken’. Richard Prior was an inspriation for Wee Willy. This is a profound coincidence. I had a group of mixed-race friends and listening to Richard created a bond that crossed racial barriers. I assume John and Yoko Ono saw this magic. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dynamite_Chicken

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