This is my masterpiece. The Drama of the Red Beef Goddess needs to be seen in a museum. Irene Victoria Christensen-Easton, is America’s Mona Lisa. Artaud and Salvidor Dali, would agree. A Surreal Masterpiece has walked onto the stage of the greatest world disaster from which our planet may not recover. Beauty will cease to exist because only Man is made to see such a thing as beautiful. As it was, the Battle For Beauty, was being lost to The Last Beholder. White Men took my ugly brother’s side. They became mentally ill. They could no longer describe what they wanted, what they were entitled to, that was somehow taken from them. Creative People were scapegoated. They claimed Beautiful Jesus – was their’s alone! They claimed America all to themselves. They wanted to own all the money – in the world! They claimed they were victims. They declared God was on their side. Get ready for the second wave.
What they lacked, was good mental health. My brother was insane. He was the crazy one in the family. This fact was te well kept family secret. He ended up with the painting I did of Rena. He guarded the truth how The Rose of the World died, because she owed him. I believe Circle Gallery canceled their contract with Christine because she was supposed to be at one of the shows they set up for her. Instead, she chose to celebrate her first sober birthday. Family had gathered in her home and Rocky Point where she was confronted about the money they leant her. They pushed her over the edge. Mark led the charge. He had taken a life insurance policy out on my sister who had usurped him, kept him from being the star, and the boss of our family. He had no power. He took over our family employing cunning and deceit. He loved hiding The Truth. Beauty is….The Truth!
I suspect Rena’s husband mental health was not too good. Her letter circles this fact – that I touch upon. This is why she went to Deputy Sherrif Dan Mayland. Last night I the news I heard suicide amongst cattle ranchers and farmers was high. How does Rena and her husband feel about their President ordering workers back into the dangerous Tyson plants?
I suspect Rena was sexually abused by her father. I believe my mother successfully seduced my brother. Rosemary tried to seduce me every time I saw her. She knew she had degraded the bond brother’s have. She wanted to make us Equals again.
Poe and Washington Irving exchanged letters. Irving wrote the first manifest Destiny for John Astor. Irving was a good friend of Henry Brevoort who is kin Robert Brevoort Buck who mishandled Rosamond’s Legacy. I long suspected this law firm listened to my brother thinking he was the….Sane One!
Time to rip of Mark Presco’s Mask!
The red death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal — the madness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress, and termination of the disease, were incidents of half an hour.
But Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his crenellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince’s own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts.
They resolved to leave means neither of ingress nor egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death.”
It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence.
It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven — an imperial suite, In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extant is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different; as might have been expected from the duke’s love of the “bizarre.” The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor of which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue — and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange — the fifth with white — the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes were scarlet — a deep blood color. Now in no one of any of the seven apartments was there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered to and fro and depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire, that projected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly lit the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or back chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.
It was within this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. It pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and while the chimes of the clock yet rang. it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused revery or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of Time that flies), there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.
Masque Of The Rouge Death
At 11:30 A.M. I discovered in the Rose Labyrinth a story by Edgar Allen Poe ‘The Masque of the Red Death’. This work appears in a essay by Jane Goodall who is famous for her work with monkeys. Jane employs Antonin Artaud in her work who in 1933 wrote ‘The Theater and the Plague’. The poet Michael McClure wrote a book of poetry dedicated to Artaud, and it looks like he turned Jim Morrison on to these strange ideas that now consume the lives of everyone on the planet. My literary treatment of the coronavirus may constitute the first attempt to define our collective experience in a creative and literary manner. Have artists done paintings of the plague? I am taking a second looks at what you might call Rock Literature as a device to take us to a new world that is no longer a preference, but a necessity.
Millions of Americans are mentally ill and wear masks to hid this fact. These masks are being ripped off by the coronavirus. Mike Pence does a Kabuki Dance at the Mayo Clinic that will go down in infamy.
No flies on Mike
As groups of Trump supporters across the country gathered in defiance of social distancing rules to demand an end to stay-at-home orders, a prominent psychiatrist and expert on violence argued the president’s influence over the protesters made him more dangerous to the country than ever before.
“What I noticed in the behavior of the president is what I have seen in the dynamics of individuals who become violent, as well as those who provoke violence in others,” Dr. Bandy Lee, a forensic psychiatrist at Yale School of Medicine, told Jim Braude on WGBH News’ Greater Boston Monday.
On April 13, the world-renowned medical center in Minnesota announced a policy requiring patients and visitors alike to wear a face mask at all times. The move helps the clinic comply with guidelines set out by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, which previously changed its recommendations “in light of new evidence” that shows “a significant portion” of those with the novel virus are either asymptomatic — meaning they lack symptoms altogether — or presymptomatic, meaning they can spread the virus to others without first showing signs of it themselves.
Pence explained his actions to reporters, stating: “When the CDC issued those guidelines, it was their recognition that people that may have it may prevent transmitting by wearing a mask. Since I don’t have it, I thought it would be a good opportunity to be here, speak to these guys and look them in the eye.”
President Donald Trump signed an executive order Tuesday that compels slaughterhouses to remain open, setting up a showdown between the giant companies that produce America’s meat and the unions and activists who want to protect workers in a pandemic.
Meat processing plants around the U.S. have shut down because of the coronavirus, but Trump said in the order that “such closures threaten the continued functioning of the national meat and poultry supply chain, undermining critical infrastructure during the national emergency.”
Using the Defense Production Act, Trump is ordering plants to stay open as part of the critical infrastructure needed to keep people fed amid growing supply disruptions from the coronavirus outbreak. The government will provide additional protective gear for employees as well as guidance.
Lee, who was not speaking on behalf of Yale, referred to a recent series of tweets from the president urging his supporters to “liberate” their states and save the Second Amendment.
“I saw what he was doing, calling his followers to liberation, especially when they are suffering from the intense lock-downs and loss of jobs,” Lee said. “And now he is using that to test his ability to call out his armed troops, if you will.”
Lee attributed the president’s behavior to what she calls a “mental incapacity” to do his job as president.
“When someone lacks capacity, [they have] difficultly taking in information, taking in advice, processing that information and making sound, rational decisions,” she said. “And those are the kinds of things we are seeing in the president.”
Lee — who is also the author of a textbook called “Violence” and the editor of “The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump” — urged people not to conflate what she sees as the president’s deficiencies with mental illness, which alone does not imply unfitness for office.
“Mental illness does not define incapacity,” she explained. “In fact, it almost has nothing to do with dangerousness, either.”
But in Trump’s case, Lee said, she and some of her colleagues have seen a pattern of dangerous behaviors — especially in the past year.
“After the Mueller Report was out, when the impeachment proceedings were happening, we felt that the president would engage in dangerous acts,” she said. “And he has, such as withdrawing troops from Northern Syria or commanding the assassination of [Iranian General Qasem Soleimani].”
“Now, under this coronavirus pandemic, we have found it necessary to also alert Congress. More urgently than ever, in fact,” she added.
Rena Wins Range War
The Gallatin County Court clerk recently issued the following marriage licenses:
d Boris David Scyphers, 29, and January Christine Bacon, 21, both of Bozeman.
d Greg Alan Boxwell, 27, and Crystal Mary Owen, 22, both of Bozeman.
d James Bower Maxwell, 25, and Heidi Kristen Schultes, 27, both of Bozeman.
d Matthew Lee Welch, 31, and Jodi Lynnette Holler, 24, both of Belgrade.
d Scott Robert Pierson, 26, and Melissa Jean Reed, 25, both of Bozeman.
d Bradley August Beck, 28, and Sara Katharin Kelker, 27, both of Bozeman.
d James Armond Cavanaugh, 46, and Kay Lee Paro, 42, both of Bozeman.
d Randel Page Lutes, 33, and Holly Christine Vaden, 28, both of Bozeman.
d Robert John Ament, 42, and Lynn Marie Bacon, 40, both of Bozeman.
d Thomas Lee Erickson, 53, and Kerry Kathleen Baker, 47, both of Bozeman.
d Craig Edward Espeland, 35, and Christina Grace Castle, 28, both of Three Forks.
d William Marshall Cook, 46, and Marcy Johnson, 36, both of Columbus.
d Thomas Stuart Starner, 26, and Kelly Ann Pershing, 22, both of Bozeman.
d Arthur Goldsmith Rosen, 37, and Jeanna Ruth Okley, 36, both of Toledo, Ohio.
d Chad Dale Sacry, 22, and Kimberly Marie Wood, 23, both of Belgrade.
d Jared Landresse Johnson, 27, and Katherine Porter Sands, 26, both of San Francisco.
d Aaron Joseph Funk, 24, and Emily Michele Cory, 21, both of Beaverton, Ore.
d Aaron William Morrow, 27, and Jayne Sue Billmayer, 24, both of Manchester, Conn.
d Bruce Henry Visser, 46, of Manhattan and Irene Victoria Easton, 47, of Bozeman.
Gallatin County Court recently granted the following divorces:
d Lyle David Ballenger and Leslie Rose Dykstra Ballenger.
d Chris H. Mikkelson and Karla Mikkelson.
d Paul James Johanson and Mary Emily Johanson.
d Hasari Tosun and Ardys Sixkiller Clarke.
d Guy Casey Dodge and Tara Ann Williamson-Dodge.
WASHINGTON, D.C. – U.S. Senator Deb Fischer (R-Neb.) will welcome Secretary of Agriculture Sonny Perdue to her family ranch in the Sandhills on Saturday.
Senator Fischer and Secretary Perdue will lead a roundtable discussion with Nebraska ranchers to discuss challenges they face as they work to feed the world.
The meeting will happen at Sunny Slope Ranch in Cherry County.
I Found Rena’s Third Husband
Rena sends Radiant Engineering a handwritten thank you, where she says;
“Troy was such a nice guy!”
“I truly appreciate your emergency service.
Dear Radiant Engineering,
Thank you so very much for your swift response to the boiler break-down in West. I really appreciated all your help over the phone on that day, & for all the work you accomplished.
Thanks so much,
Irene Easton was born in 1952. Irene currently lives in Bozeman, Montana. Before that, she lived in Manhattan, MT from 1999 to 2009. Before that, she lived in West Yellowstone, MT from 2010 to 2012.
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Bruce Henry Visser, 46, of Manhattan and Irene Victoria Easton, 47, of Bozeman.
She was born to Thomas and Dena (Noteboom) Emmelkamp in Manhattan on Aug. 21, 1923. Her siblings were Betty Vander Ark, Andrew Emmelkamp, Edna DeGroot, and Florence Veltkamp (all deceased).
She married Henry J. Visser on March 26, 1944. They raised four children; Don (Lola) Visser of Manhattan, Sharon (Jim) Danhof of Tucson, Ariz., Bruce (Rene) Visser of Manhattan, and Sylvia (Jay) Kintzing of Billings.
Berniece was a loving wife, mother and homemaker. She lived in her home on the ranch on Visser Road with her husband, Henry, since 1952. Henry died in 1993, but she managed to continue to live on her own on the ranch until December 2010, when she moved into the Churchill Retirement Home.
Berniece spent most of her time caring for her family, cleaning, and cooking. She was a great cook. In her later years she enjoyed mowing the lawn on her riding mower and taking care of her many flowers – which she of course got from her son’s nursery.
The highlight of her afternoons was drinking coffee at the Kountry Korner Café. She often met with friends there and also enjoyed the company of the “regulars” and appreciated the friendships of the girls who worked there.
Berniece was quiet and shy, but she exuded and imparted love without using many words. She was full of compassion, humility and encouragement, and spoke through the example of how she lived her life.
Was My Mother Insane?
Determining whether or not your mother is insane was, but, is no longer the consideration of Bohemian Author, Ken Kesey, because he is dead? However, Thomas Pynchon is still alive, and according to me ex-wife, he had issues with his parents. Mary Ann does not offer much detail about the parents of the elusive Pynchon, leaving many to wonder if it was his mother who drove him insane, and thus, he wrote crazy-ass novels that predict the coming of Word Grafiti mixed with Jazz. I have been very liberal with my tales about Might Mo, who was generous with her madness, she sharing it with anyone who got in range of her psychic six-shooter.
To sandwich myself in between two hugely famous Beat authors, has doomed me to failure, for most will conclude I am trying to emulate them – and am insane! However, Ken was never incarcerated in Camarillo State Mental Hospital as was our family friend, Sue Villiani, who was my lover, and Christine’s best friend. After failing to get her out, my sister Vicki, and Keith Purvi,s took her off campus, and were taking her up north, when she got scared, and asked to be taken back. Keith was the lover of Nancy Hamren of yogurt fame. Sue was a very beautiful and talented actress. She is the hidden Star of my autobiography ‘Capturing Beauty’.
Yesterday I discovered the Scary Dairy that lie on Lewis Road. It was built by the hospital that built on land purchased from the Lewis family who were good friends of Rosemary Rosamond. A Lewis sent my mother the home movie he put together in 1990. He, whose name I forgot, never stopped asking Rosemary to marry him.
I also discovered the Perry Lane Cottages that Ken and Faye Kesey lived in at Menlo Park. They were torn down. Consider the Columbia cottages, the graffiti, and Stefan Eins, the Creamery mural, the movie ‘The Horses Mouth’ and the Quest for Belle. Here it all ends, in a field of broken and lost dreams, that amuse the Graffiti Ghost as the Scary Dairy.
Rosemary was a Veteran. The WAVES must have overlooked her madness due to the fact she scored the second highest score on their aptitude test, and they put her in a code room in Seattle spying on the Russians.
Below is are images of the Insane Asylum taken by a Lewis whose brother dismounts from his horse to…..to pose. These young people are entertaining the possibility they may be in The Movies. There are two scripts out there about my crazy sister, the famous dead artist. The Lewis movie was made long before Ken’s movie. Rosemary told her children se had a scholarship to Camarillo after they rode up and talked to the head doctor. I think he was looking for a Star Patient. Hollywood cranked out some fine psychological melodramas. I’ve been depicted as a dangerous and scary mad man….who escaped from The Funny Farm!
I am going to write the university and declare the Scary Dairy a work of art, a Fashion Moda West is you will.
Was My Mother Insane?
The book and movie that is already written is ‘The Search For Miss Bond’. Our story is ‘The Phantom of the Opera Two’. Everyone is waiting for that one. If only a Good Fairy would wave her magic wand, to render me twenty-four again.
Lara spoke of doing a television show. Let me get out my unlimited imagination, and create…….’Calling Doctor Roozemond’
This series will be shot out at the Scary Dairy that was run by mentally ill inmates. Lara looks like she is wearing a doctor’s frock. There will be a stethoscope around her neck.
“Hello! My name of Doctor Roozemond’. I’m not really a doctor, I am an actor. Well, that’s not true. I want to be an actor. Tonight we will delve into the mind of another female celebrity – who went insane! Last week we analyzed the horrific mental condition of Gene Tierney . Tonight, we will go into the nightmarish world of Christine Rosamond Benton, and, as a bonus, her mother Rosemary. We wanted to include her brother ‘Mad John’ but, he is still at large in the French Alps. As you know, he thinks is the embodiment of James Bond. Yet another one of Mr. Presco’s manuscripts has appeared, and has been dutifully assigned to the ash heap.
In the olden days, professional doctors performed lobotomies. Today, any Bozo can get on social network, and go to town on anyone who exhibits any kind of abnormalacy. We are living in the Age of The Amateur Psychiatrist. There are many Nurse Ratchets out there – having field day!”
If there is time to make my movie, I will run into Lara Roozemond on the train. She will be reading my fourth Bond book ‘Horses From Hell’. She catches me taking her beauty in.
“Well! You have a lot of never staring at me like that. I think I will report you to the She Police!”
“I was enjoying you reading my book! Sorry!”
“Oh my God! You’re him, the man I tried to destroy on the internet. Well, all’s well that ends well!”
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The Scary Dairy is an old dairy farm adjacent to the former Camarillo State Mental Hospital, now California State University, Channel Islands. It was run and maintained by the staff and patients of the hospital as a form of work experience and additional income for the hospital. In the 1960s the dairy was closed and the buildings fell into disarray and have since been heavily vandalized.
The land is now a part of the California State University, Channel Islands. The public is welcome to explore by foot during the day. University police officers patrol the area frequently and are on the lookout for large groups of youth, vandals and firearms of any kind (including paintball guns) and any other suspicious activity. The field adjacent to the dairy has been used for sheriff exercises and training. The trails around the dairy are used by hikers, runners and photographers.
Wedged between Menlo Park on two sides and the Stanford Golf Course on a third, the subdivision is 100 years old and forever resisting incorporation. There are no sidewalks or streetlamps. But there are a lot of ambiguities, starting with the name. It is either University Heights, University Park or West Menlo. Scott lives at the corner of Stanford and Palo Alto, which is in another county. The area is bordered by a Menlo Park public school — Oak Knoll — but even the kids who live across from it can’t go there.
The biggest ambiguity of all is Perry Lane itself, which is one thing the white-suited Wolfe got right by getting it wrong (along with misspelling Sebern’s name). On maps it is Perry Avenue, though to call it that “you might as well call it Perry Boulevard,” Scott says as she looks down a street that is just one block long, two cars wide and seems narrower with all the overgrowth.
The approach from Leland Avenue is marked by one of the original wooden cottages, a one-story box unpainted and unlandscaped. There is only a smattering of them left. Given real estate pressures, it is amazing all of these shacks haven’t been scrapped.
The cottages, built as shotgun houses when adjoining Stanford University was taken over as an Army camp in World War I, are also disappearing. “Most of the Perry Lane houses were only marginally modernized,” says Paul. “And even those that were don’t suit the tastes of people nowadays. Our house was over 100 years old and didn’t meet any current building codes. I had to work hard to keep the house alive without attracting attention of officials.” (Aside: Street signs say “Perry Avenue” but locals it Perry Lane.)
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Trump asked China to help him win election by buying more farm goods. I am a prophet who saw this Kabuki dnace coming! https://www.nbcnews.com/think/opinion/bolton-s-trump-bombshells-jeff-bezos-prove-house-democrats-have-ncna1231313