Tom Snyder on Alcoholism

Dark Daughter

Here is a letter the mother of my daughter composed to Oprah Winfrey. We talked about getting on her show. After I saved Patrice and her two young sons, she told me she was considering going back to Randall Delpiano. I threw her out of my house because she was putting my life at risk – for starters! I played The Hero! No hero in the history of heroes, ever regretted being a hero, more than I. Would my family grieve if this monster bashed my brains out with a baseball bat?

What is key in Patrice’s testimony, is she said her husband was in San Quinton for a year while they were together. Why didn’t she make a break for it, and move away where he could not find her, and her terrified sons? Why didn’t Patrice’s brother and sister help hide these children – and their mother? Were they afraid of Randy and his family, who Patrice told me were connected to the Sicilian mob, and, they might hurt me, too?

Instead, they helped Patrice hide my child  from me. Patrice told me she and her husband failed to conceive. Randy died childless. His family claimed the Hanson’s were cursed, and it was her fault Randy could not get her with child. This idea drove Randy into a rage.  Randy had brown eyes. My daughter and I have the same blue eyes. He knew whose child it was. So did Randy’s mother. They went along with the Big Lie. So did Craig and Linda when Randy came over cradling my child in his arms.

“Look at my baby daughter! Isn’t she beautiful? I said – ISN’T SHE BEAUTIFUL!”

Last night I watched Tuco in his father’s house.

“17 years ago, I was married to an abusive man who was a con
artist, psychopathic antisocial personality who spent one year in
prison while we were together. Later I realized that my response to
this husband was typical of “women who love too much” and I had to
work hard on myself to change my situation. That in itself is a long
story, but suffice it to say, it was very confusing and difficult
marriage that was damaging to myself and my two sons who were 10 and
7 at the time. During that time I met John who lived around the
corner and who showed me kindness and love. We were involved with
each other for about 2 months and I actually moved in with him
attempting to leave behind the craziness of life with my husband.
This was not a very good plan because the husband became even more
aggressive and angry waiting outside threatening John with a
baseball bat. Consequently, I returned home realizing that I had to
find a safer way to release myself from this relationship. I didn’t
see John again until recently, almost 17 years later.

When I found myself pregnant, I felt the father could have been
either John’s or my husband’s, but I had to convince the husband
that it was his baby or life would have been unbearable and the
chances of my baby’s survival would have been slim. I knew this baby
was meant to be, and be with me, and that was important. From there
moment she was born, I could see that she looked like John, but it
was the husband’s name that went on the birth certificate.”

Here is y father and his best friend and business partner whose brother was the head of the Mexican Mafia at San Quinton. Art and Randy may have seen each other. Vic smuggled his third wife over the border in a marijuana shipment. Ernie told us his cousin screwed a beautiful corpse in his morgue. Vic offered this gallows humor.

“Did he apply some foreplay, and warm her up first?”

My sister’s formed a partnership in Rosamond Art with this monster who not once was called mentally ill. Vic has a glass eye. Can you tell which one? His second wife, Dee-Dee knocked it out with a three pound astray.  Vic died with a bullet lodge against his spine that ricocheted off the window frame as the Art Mogul fled out the back door, his crazy wife emptying his nine millimeter. Who knew Art could be so dangerous! Vic is hugging his new favorite whom Heather never meet, and did not care to meet, because, she is the Adult Heir. The only reprieve from The Art Curse, is Vic was not around to meet…..Heather!

“Come here sweet little Heather. Let grandpa give you a big hug!”

Why didn’t Aunt Linda mistrust Tom Snyder? He’s a BIG man. Linda heard a full report of Patrice and Heather meeting him at the Rosamond gallery. In an e-mail Patrice says she has communicated with Tom (since the gallery) and suggests I contribute to his book. Would he meet with my sixteen year old minor child in a room, alone, and have her reveal her intimate secrets?

Did Linda get molested after climbing on a relatives lap too many times? Like most dysfunctional families, Heather is a member of a Closed Family System. When Heather was kidnapped and disappeared I sent an e-mail to Matt Hanson who married the daughter of DA Mullins. They refused to tell me where my daughter was. They knew Heather was having sex with a twenty year old man who got my daughter pregnant. Why didn’t the DA question Ryan Hunt – who rejected my grandson?

https://www.pressdemocrat.com/news/3198585-181/former-da-mike-mullins-finds

I suspect Ryan is one of the reasons Heather did not want to move to Blue River. I did not attend my daughter’s graduation, because, she wanted to be disappeared. She went to see Vicki In order to get in Snyder’s biography as a means to advance her singing career. Ryan went along with this Career Change after meeting me. I was not impressed!

I spent all the money I had to go down to Santa Rosa on the train to see my daughter and grandson who had been abandoned by Ryan Hunt – who was furious with Heather for not getting a abortion. He did not want to be a father. Vicki told me she convinced her niece to keep the baby who was going to be ‘The Vicki-Heather Miracle’.

You can’t make this shit up! Look at the expression of Ryan’s face. He is right out of ‘Breaking Bad’ which I started watching. I love this series. It’s like watching home movies. I wasn’t that alone on Father’s Day. Tom Snyder is a walk-on for that series. He looks like Mr.RV Man. He wrote a book on Highway 66. Stacey Pierrot found him in a list of ghost writers.

I mean…….we are talking about a Art Legacy here, and a world famous woman artist. If not for Rosamond (rose of the world) who would care to read anything about these Santa Rosa Scumbags who are a rogues galley of Total Losers! Heather, is not a good singer! This truth will be the crux of my series. Everybody just goes along with the Mother’s Ambition because she is a Dangerous Narcissistic Piece of Shit that will make sure your life goes badly for you if you expose – THE TRUTH!

Ryan’s character will be one of the Psycho-Babel Triplett Boys, who are the bodyguards of The Gifted One, the Immaculate Conception of the Holy Trinity.

“Father? We need no stinken father!”

Below is a photography of a real stalker. Tomas Ensley was arrested for child pornography. He sent me questions about Rena Easton. Did I know her whereabouts? They were friends since grade school. They went on one date. When I found her I posted how I found her and where. He contacted her and showed her some of my blogs, the same way that Stalker Kim Hafner, did. Rena freaked and went to the Sheriff. In my series ‘Dark Daughter’, Rena will appear as a abused daughter out for blood. We see her sitting in her silver Dodge pickup in front of the federal prison. The door opens. The Janitor goes to work.

Randall Delpiano is still alive. He’s lurking out there somewhere. Wandering into Eugene, he finds residence at Whoville, and befriends Alley Valkyrie who made a poster comparing me to a stalker of young women.

Tomas Ensley worked on Main Frame computers. He was arrested for a video of him jacking-off to little boys. Three of his computers and several T.V.s were confiscated. I believe he was already I contact with Rena and was ex-changing letters and talking on the phone. Did she have an e-mail. Mr. Ensley is a very ugly man who lived in a very ugly world. He destroyed the chance for Rena and I to get back to the beauty we shared, and create more beauty. I wanted to do more paintings from her photographs.

When Christine Rosamond Benton saw the photograph of the painting of Rena I did in 1971, she took up art. She was twenty-four. If not for Rena there would not have been any world success that Tom Smyer’s depicts as a Terrible Curse. The curse if all mine to own. Christine gave me full credit for being her teacher. I will compare everyone who has cursed me, defamed me, rolled boulders down on me – to Tomas Ensley. These Boulder Rollers – hate Art – and Artists!

In this series, that I hope takes place in Carmel, I will be the owner of a gallery wherein I work on a life-size portrait of…………..Rosamond. I will have Clint Eastwood do a walk-on.

https://rosamondpress.com/2018/06/18/hiding-my-grandson-from-me/

John Presco

Copyright 2019

Lincoln police arrested a man Thursday after investigators say they found images of child porn on his computers.

Officer Katie Flood says Tomas Ensley, 58, faces charges of Possession of Child Pornography and Generation of Child Pornography. Flood says back in April, a sergeant with LPD’s Electronic Analysis Unit learned Ensley had child porn on his computer.

On April 16th, officers served a search warrant at Ensley’s home at 6601 Colfax. Flood says police seized three computers. Flood says after an analysis of the computers, it was discovered they contained pornographic images of boys clearly under the age of 18.

“In addition, a video file was contained on the computer that was created by Mr. Ensley,” Flood says. “In the video, he was performing illicit sex acts while child pornography played on a nearby television.” Flood says that video was 22 minutes long.

Flood says a second search warrant was served Thursday at Ensley’s home, and he was arrested. Flood says police seized a TV, a computer and some web cameras in the search.

Tomas;
I felt this info sharing was a one way street. I was feeling – used. I was about to found the ‘I Still Love Rena’ at yahoogroups to see if there were more of us out there. God, WE are pathetic! I respect ALL folks in Rena’s wake – and path! You are revealing new information about her being married – I assume before she married the Admiral.
Rena and I were in our young bodies. I am trying to compose a discription of what that looked like for both of us because I am at the age where one looks back, and sorts their treasure that they will take with them to the grave – and then, you got to give it all up!
You’re persuit of Rena is just as much of a treasure as mine, or any man she married. We are driven, she was driven. We push our boats away from the dock, and, we are off!
 As a novelist I have the opportunity to capture Rena, for all of us, and for her posterity. I have fallen in love with her all over again in this attempt, and in recording my memoires. This is not easy. It is taking a toll.
I took a bike ride down my the river and was composing. Rena did not look like the plastic teenagers of today. She had a very rare animal quality, and the look of ancient rare wood. She exuded an energy that is hard to discribe. I am trying after forty years. Is anyone else doing the same? Give me a break!

Jon

— On Thu, 1/21/10, Tomas Ensley <mr.mwrote:

From: Tomas Ensley <mr.muse@att.net>
Subject: Re: back in lincoln after 31 years
To: “John Ambrose” <braskewitz@yahoo.com>
Date: Thursday, January 21, 2010, 1:20 PM

Jon.  Yes this is me.  I’m not in hiding.  But please believe me, I honestly never had any romantic involvement with Rena.  None whatsoever.  We weren’t even close buddies.  Is that clear?

————– Original message from John Ambrose <braskewitz@yahoo.com>: ————–

Let’s see if I got you nailed. You lived in West Los Angeles – where my kinfolk lived – and, you got divorced. You came back to Lincoln Nebraska to look for the girl of your dreams, Rena Christiansen, because this is where you last saw her. Rena is the gal you believe you should have been married to.
You join all the alumni boards posting the same photo of you at 57. I saw the same ol you at Howard grade school. Did Rena go there, too, you being the same age?
You work on Main Frame computers, thus you have been looking for Rena for awhile. Not able to find her, you did what you suggest will work for me, eventually, put up my smoke signal and maybe she will see it – and care! But, you don’t want two smoke signals in the sky. You want me to stop searching for Rena. You want Rena all to yourself. Didn’t – don’t we all?
Jon

John Presco

Copyright 2019

Keeping My Child A Dirty Secret

It is hard to fathom how, and understand why, a mother would not tell the father he born a child, a daughter. When Patrice Hanson sent me the top photo, what came to my mind was……my mother, my father, my brother, and two sisters did not get to see my child. This never occurred to this narcissistic witch. She had given birth to two sons, but, needed a daughter to round her out, make her complete. Heather is her procession. Being born involves two people, a real mother and father. That is my father with Mark. That is Ryan Hunt with Heather at her graduation. I was invited, until she was kidnapped according to California State Law. This pic was taken in the house of a DA Mullins, who is really into genealogies. Linda’s sons, and siblings knew Heather was my child. I lived one block down the street – for months! Patrice could have told me, but…………….

Jon Presco

Copyright 2017

I suggested we go on the Oprah Winfrey show, and share our miracle. Patrice sent me this, and I dropped the idea. I was made out to be the Bad Guy.

“17 years ago, I was married to an abusive man who was a con
artist, psychopathic antisocial personality who spent one year in
prison while we were together. Later I realized that my response to
this husband was typical of “women who love too much” and I had to
work hard on myself to change my situation. That in itself is a long
story, but suffice it to say, it was very confusing and difficult
marriage that was damaging to myself and my two sons who were 10 and
7 at the time. During that time I met John who lived around the
corner and who showed me kindness and love. We were involved with
each other for about 2 months and I actually moved in with him
attempting to leave behind the craziness of life with my husband.
This was not a very good plan because the husband became even more
aggressive and angry waiting outside threatening John with a
baseball bat. Consequently, I returned home realizing that I had to
find a safer way to release myself from this relationship. I didn’t
see John again until recently, almost 17 years later.

When I found myself pregnant, I felt the father could have been
either John’s or my husband’s, but I had to convince the husband
that it was his baby or life would have been unbearable and the
chances of my baby’s survival would have been slim. I knew this baby
was meant to be, and be with me, and that was important. From there
moment she was born, I could see that she looked like John, but it
was the husband’s name that went on the birth certificate.”

Here is Tom Snyder criminalizing my family in Sydney Morris’s book. This is a fucking lie!

“The rest was, given those involved, what one might expect. Vic was cornering
whatever woman he could; Rosemary came in drunk, lost in her story that she was
the only seventeen-year-old to turn down Errol Flynn’s advances. ”Oh it was just
awful.” Lillian recalls. ‘Rosemary was shouting that Shannon was late, ‘and
ought to have her butt kicked.’ I don’t know all what she said after that but
she had her silver flask with her and it was getting rough.”

“Before the service, Vicki had taken the trouble to go through Christine’s
bedroom, putting her jewelry and intimate belongings out of sight. As matters
turned out, it did little good, for the funeral was not long over before family
members and others were ravaging Christine’s house, taking whatever could be
carted away. The artist’scloset, a veritable mother lode – took the worst
beating. World-class spender that Christine had been, much of the clothing had
never been worn. So whatever still bore price tags was hauled off to be
exchanged for money. Jewelry disappeared, as well as other personal belongings.
Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki, were doing
their best to staunch the flow – the estate had not yet been inventoried – but
to no avail.”

Rosamond Press

Here is Tom Snyder on page 196 of his biography of my late sister. I know Patrice Hanson read this. How about her sister, Linda Comstock, who exposed my daughter to excesive alcohol consumption, along with my grandson, Tyler, a minor child? Snyder mentions our genetetic disposition to become alcoholics. It is none of his fucking business! He is a hired outsider who feigns love for my family, but, he is in it for the money.

“Other than the contributions of Christine’s art, what are we to make of her life and death? Two matters come immideatly to mind as a result of many conversations that make up this account. One – and it would be hard to over-emphasize this – is the impact on Vic and Rosemary’s children. Despite the powerful genetic and social influences at work throughout their childhood and later in life, Christine’s surviving brothers and sisters…

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