Cry Macho! Please!

An Obscured View

The Autobiography of John Presco

Copyright 2021

I’ve taken steps to see the world through my grandfather’s eyes, because Victor Hugo Presco remains – UNCORRUPTED! This could be the title of my autobiography. Victor Hugo was a professional gambler, a Man’s Man, and lived with his wife and son for about nine years in Oakland. He commuted to work in the Barbary Coast. He was gone for days, shacked up in a fleabag hotel in the Tenderloin where Melba Broderick came to visit him, with my father going along for the ride, across the bay in a ferry boat.

I was a Oakland Macho Man. How could I not be. I was raised to be the characters Jack London wrote about. My father admitted he used Wolf Larson as a model on how to raise his two sons seen in the photograph above taken in the Oakland Hills. That’s my godfather, Skip Sutter. He was a sergeant on the Oakland police department. He led about fifty officers against the Hell’s Angels and ended up in the hospital with broken ribs. He and Vic went to Oakland High School and were bad-asses along with Tom McKinny who sat atop the pyramid building as the president of TransAmerica title. Tom and Skip want Vic to join them, but, my father was a lone wolf. Vic refuses to take orders – from anybody! He was a real Oakland Badass.

For three weeks my old friend, Peter Shapiro and I have been sharing stories about living in Oakland at several locations. We lived on 13th. Street with the Loading Zone where I met Christine Wandel who wants me to send her one of my old typewriters. She wants to become a writer and write her own stories about the crazy relationship she had with the artist, Stefan Eins. They say you can’t go home again, and I suspect this is what Clint is trying to do. He was destined to be a Oakland Badass, but, he got a note from his producer excusing him from having – a real badass life!

The person that had a real bad-ass life, is my sister Christine. According to one of her three biographers, my older sister has successfully eluded detection for around four years. She hid in the closet and rendered amazing works of art with a flashlight. Where did she get the money for batteries? She was being oppressed by my mother and I. Why didn’t she approach Skip as he sat in our kitchen on San Sebastian, and plead for this very macho man to free her from a life of utter despair. My godfather carried a snub-nosed 38 in his back pocket in a leather case. The trigger was filed down.

“Please Sergeant Sutter! Help me! I could really be rendering large masterpieces if I did not have to work in the dark in a confined place. Come, come upstairs and see my studio!”

I have been talking with my therapist about how our family did not surviving the Illusion of Rosemond’s success. I have been studying how Liz Taylor survived the Fantasy- Making. How about Clint? Perhaps he should take me with him so we can walk down those mean streets together. Side my side. Eastwood was at Rosamond’s side when she presented the portrait of Jimmy Stewart she did to the famous actor. Why didn’t she take the Mayor of Carmel aside?

“Please! In God’s name help me. I can’t get out of the closet I was raised in. I never feel safe! Play Misty for me!

“If Christine’s parents had embraced her talent, there might be existing works from her childhood, but this was not to be. Fearing that Christine would steal her brother’s spotlight as the family artist, Christine’s mother, Rosemary, forbade Christine to draw at home. The only time she could express herself was at school or in her closet, by flashlight, when everyone else was asleep. Though we don’t have images to prove it, Christine’s kindergarten teacher has said that, by age five, Christine was already drawing with adult skill. She can remember Christine’s pictures of animals having near perfect detail and perspective.”

There are two movie scripts about Rosamond. Can you envision the scene, where Christine, after somehow knowing all five members of her family are asleep, she quietly gets out of bed, careful not to wake Vicki she shares a bedroom with, and goes into the closet, turns on her sacred flashlight, and works for a couple hours before getting back in bed. Does she rise and shine when the other do? Did she go into my bedroom to see what masterpieces I have rendered – in the open – with my mother’s full approval, she coming upstairs to praise me, and give me strokes? How diabolical! Add to this the suggestion I helped loot Christine’s house after the funeral, then, I might be the most villainess artist that ever lived. You could say my reputation as an artist – is utterly destroyed – making it impossible for me to pick up a brush ever again – because I know every gallery will reject me. Serves me right – you say! But, I was an innocent – BOY!

But, what if these accusations – are not true? Who then would be the most villainess artist in history? Christine did not take up art until she was twenty-four. After reading the account of the looting I asked my therapist if she thought this was true, after all, it’s about a famous person – and it is in a book!

“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’s closet, 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.”

My friend Michael Harkins was with me after the funeral. He was a good friend of Michael McClure who wrote about a famous Hell’s Angel. After reading the coroner’s report, he said;

“I think your sister was murdered.”

Vicki Presco showed me our sister’s autobiography that was disappeared. I suspect she was going after her ex-husband, a well-known actor and artist. Was Garth Benton aware of the number Rosamond did on me? How about Executor Sydney Morris – before he gave permission for Stacey Pierrot to make movies from her books ghost writers penned? Did Garth believe Christine was a very villainess artist? Will I find evidence he did in the divorce papers? What if Rosamond took after her father, who was a dangerous psychopath? Look at the look on Christine’s face, then look at my face.

I will be employing Famous Illusion Makers to be free of this fabricated hell. Liz and Clint know what I have been subjected to. We are victims. Liz says she was abused by movie people at nine years of age. The real story might be how two children born of Vic and Rosemary could have been so – TALENTED! Was Rosemary abducted by aliens on two occasions? Vic called me Rosemary’s Baby because I pulled a big butcher knife on him when I was twelve. He had come to take Vicki on a drunken drive.

That’s me with Gloria Ehlers at Alien Rock on Mount Tamalpias. She was close with the White Panthers, a brother and sister act who did legal work for the Black Panthers. We used to go to the Alley Cat where Gloria would sing Betsey Smith tunes.

Cry Macho! Please!

Julie A. Lynch – Christine Rosamond Biographer | Rosamond Press

Christine Rosamond – The Movie | Rosamond Press

Given that it is an Eastwood film, “Cry Macho” features a certain amount of action and jeopardy, including the actor throwing a punch (“It might not be as good as I’ve thrown in the past but it was fun to do it”) and getting on a horse for the first time since “Unforgiven” three decades ago.

“The wrangler was worried. She was saying, ‘Be careful, be careful now.’ She was scared I’d end up on my rear end,” Eastwood remembers. “But if you treat the horse like a buddy, he’ll take care of you.”

The Eastwoods of Oakland

Posted on June 3, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press

In the biography of Clint Eastwood by Patrick McGilligan ‘Clint, The Life and Legend’ I read this on page 30.

“Glenview, near Ardley Avenue, Crocker Highlands (named for the banking Crockers, who donated the site) and Frank Havens School (named for one of the Piedmont city fathers – three of the grammar schools the boy attended – were within a close radius of Piedmont. Haven was already a local institution, and one day, at Crocker Highlands, the tousel-haired boy sat for a class photograph with schoolmates that included Jackie Jensen, the future outfielder for the Boston Red Sox.*

The American Leagues most valuable player in 1958”

My grandmother, Melba Wilkins, raised the Jensen brothers after their parents were divorced, and their mother had a nervous breakdown and was hospitalized. Jackie and Bobby Jensen went to Oakland High with my father, Vic Presco, who was present when his daughter presented her portrait of the actor, Jimmy Stewart, in Carmel. Mayor Clint Eastwood was present. Vic wore a white suit and tried to upstage Jimmy who he looked like when young. Bobby taught art at McCheznie Junior High where all four Presco children attended. We also went to Glenview Elementary – and so did Clint when his family moved to Ardley Avenue where my good friend, Burl Aldridge lived. Clint also lived on Woodhaven Way that is down the street from where the Harkins family lived, on Pinehaven. Were these two streets named after Frank Havens?

My friend, Sparky, lived on Pinehaven as did Bruce Perlowin, the King of Pot, who has a movie coming out. Sparky got his name after a crazy women in the Piedmont Loundge (in Oakland) frisked him for a piece, she mistaking him for a real bad dude named Sparky. My friend was asked to contribute to the movie ‘The Doors’ he a good friend of Jim Morrison, but refused, saying Stone would not do Jim justice. The bar scene in Sudden Impact was very authentic.

What amused me about this biography was the attempt to get a very famous movie star out of Oakland all together, and permanently place him in Piedmont, which was once ranked in the top 10 wealthiest places to live in America. I had stumbled on this book after telling the Librarian I might come upon something while looking for books on boat building. I am thinking of building a Shanty Boat and living in Alaska – as a total recluse. After reading about 32 pages, I showed the librarian my find, and told her some of my family history.

My mother wanted to get Vic into movies. But, he hated all those “phonies” as he put it. Vic looked like the guy on the Oakland Raiders emblem and wore a black patch after crazy Dee-Dee knocked his eye out with a five pound ashtray! Did he eyeball Clint with his good eye, or his bad? Vic smuggled his last wife over the Mexican border in a marijuana shipment, and was in with the Mexican Mafia.

“Duck Vic. Incoming!” Says Vic’s old war buddy on Iwo Jima.

Yep! If it were not for real bad guys in the world, like my Pops, Clint would be out ofa job -and his offspring out of a reality show Did I tell you my Godfather, Sergeant Skip Sutter, also went to highscool with Jackie Jensen, the Golden Boy. Skip led fifty Oakland cops against the Hell’s Angels at their Oakland clubhouse – and ended up in the hospitca for two weeks. It was a showdown – with gloved fists.

“Right turn, Clyde!”

When I read the Eastwoods were a long line of Cartman who delivered the vegetables they grew in the city, all of a sudden, I was not mad at my daughter anymore. I was furious because she and her boyfriend got in the way of the most creative project of my life, which was to turn our family story into a HBO series, or, a Soap Opera, for the reason we are the no man lands for the cultural Warfare that wages in our nation. With the mention of Jackie Jensen we now had a real foothold in history, and, I own some credibility, for there are just a handful of folks who lived in Oakland that became famous, because being real has its own rewards, an idea that is going out of fashion. Jack London took full advantage ofhard Oakland Reality – like Clint.

Clint Eastwood, and Christine Rosamond Benton – along with Jackie Jensen – are at the top of the list. Then there is my friend, Paul Drake, one of the most famous movie villains of all time, because he played Mick in Eastwood’s movie, ‘Sudden Impact’. Just as McGilligan employed my Oakland history in his biography, I could employ Clint’s in Rosamond’s biography, because Vic was the president of Acme Produce, my father working out of an old Victoria warehouse in Jack Lond Square. I wondered if Clint was a Lumper as a teenager. Did his Cartman kindred put him to work as a teenager loading and hauling produce like my brother and I.

I suddenly had empathy for Vic, and wished I could write only nice things about him, because he tried. Not everyone can be famous and successful. I thought about redoing my autobiography, taking all the kinks out of it, and present it as smooth sailing Waltonish fairytale that would put everyone in a good light. But, poo-pooh happened, and will aways happen to us all as you will read in regards to a $100,000 dollar handbag.

An hour ago, while surfing channels, I saw on the Entertainment channel ‘Mrs. Eastwood and Company’. I was floored as I watched a famous photographer fighting with his Muse, who is Clint’s daughter from a previous marriage, named Francesca, a name that appears on page 30. I am then watching the maid push a giant turtle around in the Eastwood home in Pebble Beach where the Benton’s lived, and their daughters, Jessica, Shannon, and Drew. There is talk about fifteen year old Morgan getting pregnant if her mother, Dina Eastwood, allows her to throw a a crazy drinking party. Consider the famous fashion photographer, Stephen Silverstein who did of a study of Marilyn in Malibu, and Rena, my Muse. Before my eyes Rosamond Women were everywhere!

Then, in the door walks The Man of the House, the Tan Man with a Rolex watch that I suggested Heather’s aunt wanted her to marry – and that I long claimed was the kind of Dad my daughter always wanted – and prayed for – before she ever lay eyes on me!

No! I am a real Oakland Boy who has not copped out and gone to Hollywierd. And all my friends were bad-ass Okland lads, that Clint claims he was, he learning to call folks “assholes” because he grew up in Oakland – and went to Oakland Tech about a quarter mile of my apartment on Broadway, where Heather was conceived, and where she lived with Randall Delpiano her fake father, who is another famous dude from Oakland.

Stay tuned, folks! It’s time to see how the other half live, those scallywags and hillbillies that Mr. Tough guy left in his wake! It’stime to go – Back to Oakland – where I lived with the Loading Zone from wence The Tower of Power came. The Eastwood pal around with a boy band from Australia, that look like ___ ____and would get their ass kicked if they walked in downtown Oakland looking like that! This is a fake band like the Monkeys whom my friend, Bryan McClean of ‘Love’ auditioned for. Bryan dated Lisa Minelli in Junior High.

You are only as good as your badist bad guy! That’s a pic of Paul waving a piece. Paul was Heather’s neighbor and played Roach in the T.V. series ‘Fresno’ that spoofed Dynasty and Dallas. Are these Pebble Beach folks – for real? Pebble Beach is a sissy name! The bad guy turns out to be one of the stars because he destroyed a $100,000 dollar handbag – and now offers to donate to charity because fans complained! Get real! This is no Reality Show! Time for a Reality Transfusion. Time to get back to your Oakland roots and let the world behold the – real you! Com’on Clint. Let it all hang out!

How about forming a charity in the hoods of Oakland that help little old ladies that have had their cheap handbags snatched?

“Here you go, Mam. A gift cirtificate for Wal-Mart, care of the Eastwoods – and you know who!”

“To hell with that! I want a new Glock! They got my gun. I want my gun back. Make my day! There’s some bad mother f———s on my street! ”

Hmmmm! Welfare Gun Queen For a Day! Now we’re talking. Lights! Cameras! Action!

This handbag should have never been made. It screams “Let them eat cake.” It is the Eastwood Trojan Horse that was let in, and out pour all those socialists who took hold in blue collar Oakland

Who needs Dirty (old) Harry when you got old ‘Bait Broads’ roaming the street, packing some serious heat – and delivering the most famous movie line – of all time!

Time to spread the wealth! Clint has been hogging the show for too long!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2012

Dirty Harry and Oakland Jonny

Posted on June 3, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press

Clint Eastwood is a famous actor who played a larger then life fictional character, Lieutenant Callahan. Clint grew up in Oakland, then went to LA to attend acting school. He never looked back, never got in a fist fight, never looked down the barrel of a gun, never shot someone. Mr. Eastwood made his fortune in Hollywood, and prides himself on being a Republican capitalist right-wing patriot. He understands he is affecting the way the average smuck in the street, votes. Obviously he enjoys the yuppie lifestyle his kindred exhibit on the reality show ‘Mrs. Eastwood and Company’ aired on the Entertainment channel.

Check out the Rosamond-like painting of Morgon Eastwood in this trailer. Heather thought it would be like this, when we found each other in 2000, and the Rosamond Gallery in Carmel.

Above is a photo of me getting off a train in Eugene Oregon in 1987. I am about to enter rehab. I have had enough. I have become bigger then life. I have moved out of a converted water tower in Oakland where I have come under the protection of a very dangerous crack gang. They consider me a member of the hood. I knew the leaders when they were children. I have taken on the persona ‘Oakland Jonny’. The Sumer of Love is surely at an end. There is no love in crack. None!

When I graduated from the New Hope program at Serenity Lane, I did a skit on Jonny wearing my players hat I bought in downtown Oakland. My childhood friend, Nancy Hamren, was there. She got me on the bus, she at the core of the Kesey family legacy.

Above are photos of a phone and desk with the words “Baba Bruce”. This phone belongs to Bruce Perlowin who shows off his new office in Las Vegas. Bruce was the largest pot smuggler in history. He lived in the basement of my surrogate mother’s house on Pinehaven Road where these pics were taken. Above the phone is Perlowin’s ex-wife, Svetlana Ogorodnikova, who was a famous Russian spy that Bruce met while in the federal prison. Wanda’s second bonr son married Bruce’s ex-wife. Bruce was in business with Abbie Hoffman and would go down in the basement where I spent many a night before Bruce got out on parole.

This was a revival of the Hippie Movement that cost law enforcement billions of dollars to oppress. The billion dollar War on Drugs has been declared a failure. Who wasted most of those hippie wanna-be punks in Sudden Impact? A. A middle calss caucasion housewife who later found Jesus and became a Tea Party Patriot who campaigned for Sarah Palin. She was the first ‘Momma Grizzly’ thanks to Dirty Harry filing a false police report in order to set free – THE VICTIMS OF THE LIBERAL LEFT.

Bruce and my father, Capitan Vic, are larger then life. Bruce ‘The King of Pot’ had an article in the Oakland Tribune where he was looking for a job that would employ his organizational skills. I arranged a interview with Captain Victim, and they met at my father’s Lafayette home. Vic did not hire Bruce, because he did not grasp the idea that one could make all the money in the world by making bad real-estate loans that bordered on Loan Sharking. Bruce was too much of an idealist, he into Creative and Compassionate Capitalism, which is much like my Bohemian Bank idea that Kenny Reed ad Rick Cobian rejected.

Above is a photo of two men, one a Puerto Rican whose kindred tried to assassinate President Harry Truman. He grew up in Harlem. The other guy is Choo-Choo Joe who lived in a classic rail car in a train car in a Oakland Park. Joe served in the 101 Airborne. Our mutual friends fled from El Salvador to Oakland. One became a cop. We used to party with the Oakland police.

The guy in uniform with cigar, is my father-in-law, Robert Miles. He served in the 101 in Vietnam, and is six months younger then me. Most of his platoon buddies were black, and dopers. They would go on missions and come back with a neckless of Vietcong ears around their necks. No one dare fuck with these guys. Within minutes of meeting Robby, he called me outside, knocked me on my ass, and wanted to fight. Mr. Eastwood, the actor, sends out powerful messages he is this kind of man. Robby is the real McCoy – who killed many human beings.

The woman in the turquoise dress is my mother, Rosemary, who born four children. She is thirty three in this photo. She made porno movies for the Mafia around this time, for Big Bones Bremmer the only proven Mafia guy on the west coast. Big Bones owned card rooms in Emeryville where Rosemary worked for Rucker. Rosemary told me the mob owned garbage and landfill companies that were filling in the bay.

The woman wrapped in the curtain is Karen Holly. I believe she fathered my child, a son named William, or, Bill. Before she went into rehab she wanted to drive to LA to meet Rosemary. Why? In looking back I believe her doctor told her if she kept drinking she would lose her baby – she told me nothing about. After I got sober, I got wise, and gave her a call.

“His name is Bill. He has blonde hair. He is not yours.” Karen offered.

“Did I ask?” and there was silence. I did not know for sure if I had a daughter at this time. Above is a photo of Heather Hanson, who was growing up while my life was in the balance. She had blonde hair that runs in our family with some kindred, this a Rosamond trait that may come from Radbot the Viking Rover.

Paul Drake had made reservations at the Flamingo near the Santa Monica peir after I told him I was coming down to LA.

“Get me a room with some Bohemian class. Karen is an artist.”

Paul played Mick in Sudden Impact.

The woman with her back to us is my ex-wife, Marianne Thoraldson, who is kin to Erick the Red, and was the mistress of the reclusive Thomas Pynchon. She has come to take me out of the bad hood I lived in and is in a showdown with my crazy Mexican neighbor who dropped a big hunk of steel on his toe and is suing his boss.
In Oakland, a real con is born every second.

That’s me and my Cadillac on Pinehaven Road, and Pops at the wheel of his Chris Craft, he jugging past the place his father lived in a house boat, he a famous Barbary Coast Gambler. Victor will soon become a player in the Art World when he formed a partneship with his two daughters, one the world famous artist, Rosamond, who would a month later form a partnership with Lawrence Chazen, a ficinacial advisor for J. Paul Getty who Andrew Cuomo of HUD accused of being a Loan Shark after he made a preditory loan to Mrs. Aikens who grandson played football with Mark Presco and Oakland High, he apearing with my brother in a year book. Maryk wanted to be another Golden Boy like Jackie Jensen.

Above is Vic and his business partner, whose brother was the head of the Meixan Mafia in San Quinton. Vic would drink with Art all night then brag to me about how he was a made man. The Captian would stay in his bathrobe all day, like Vinnie the Chin Giante. He was the singing Don, a member of the Barbershop Quartet. When you here this crooner crowing, the grimm reaper is not far behind.

My daughter hates me because I stopped drinking and drugging, because I was way biffer then life, and walked the hood with a white rabbit on a silver chain. I had to let that rabbit go. If I hadn’t, she would have never met her father. I love this Lost Child – to death! She has got to get a clue! My Oakland friends offered to take care of Heather’s fake father when he was outside my abode with a baseball bat screaming I was a dead man. Patrice Hanson said he was born of a dnferous Cicilian family.

But for Bruce Perlowin, and Mick getting blown off that roller coaster in Santa Cruz, Callahan and his ilk never busted me and my boys in the hood.

Jon Presco a.k.a. Oakland Jonny

Copyright 2012

FAQ: Assassination Attempt on President Truman’s Life
Two Puerto Rican nationalists, Oscar Collazo and Griselio Torresola, attempted to assassinate President Truman on November 1, 1950. They arrived in Washington D.C. the day before from the Bronx in New York City, where they were active in the Puerto Rican Nationalist Party. They thought the assassination would call attention to Puerto Rico and advance the cause of Puerto Rican independence.
On the morning of November 1, they prepared for the assault. Torresola, a skilled gunman, taught Collazo how to load and handle a gun. They familiarized themselves with the area near Blair House, across the street from the White House, where they would stage the assault. (The Truman family stayed in the Blair House during renovation of the White House from 1948 to 1952). Collazo and Torresola planned to approach the house from opposite directions and shoot their way inside. In the ensuing gun battle, Collazo and Torresola traded gunfire with White House policemen and secret service agents. They wounded three White House policemen but never reached the interior of the house. One of the wounded policemen, Private Leslie Coffelt, managed to fire one bullet and hit Torresola in the side of the head, killing him instantly. Coffelt died later that day at the hospital. Two other policemen, Donald Birdzell and Joseph Downs, were each hit more than once but recovered from their wounds. Collazo reached the steps of Blair House before collapsing with a gunshot wound to the chest. It was later found that only one shot fired by Collazo had hit anyone�his first shot, which wounded Private Birdzell. Torresola had inflicted all the other gunshot wounds on the three White House policemen. President Truman was taking a nap upstairs in Blair House when the shooting began. He rushed to a window and saw Collazo below on the front steps. A White House guard saw the President in the window and shouted to him to him to get down. The President obeyed.

A sadistic serial killer calling himself “Scorpio” (Andy Robinson) murders a young woman in a San Francisco swimming pool, using a high-powered rifle from a nearby rooftop. SFPD Inspector Harry Callahan (Clint Eastwood) finds a ransom message promising his next victim will be “a Catholic priest or a nigger” if the city does not pay $100,000. The chief of police and the Mayor (John Vernon) assign the inspector to the case.
While in a local diner, Callahan sees a bank robbery in progress and, alone with his revolver, he kills two of the robbers and wounds a third, challenging the man lying near a loaded shotgun:
I know what you’re thinking: “Did he fire six shots, or only five?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I’ve kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: “Do I feel lucky?” Well do ya, punk?


Dear Roger Wilco,

True, neither the SEC nor FBI has as their high priority busting pump-and-dump schemes on the OTC Pinksheets.

But the FBI has a very keen interest in Bruce Perlowin and Don Steinberg. Trust me on this one thing.

To wit, the U.S. Marshalls Service violated Svetlana Ogorodnikova’s parole last year.

Ms. Ogorodnikova is Perlowin’s wife.

And don’t forget: Ms. Ogorodnikova was responsible for seducing and flipping the first FBI special agent to have ever been convicted of treason (Richard Miller). He was flipped for the promise of a mere $50,000 in gold.

The FBI’s “collective memory” does not quickly forget such things.

Incidentally, Ms. Ogorodnikova got lucky. She did not serve her full term. She was released in a spy-for-spy exchange. Russia released a scientist named Igor Sutyagin, who had been giving documents to the Central Intelligence Agency. The United States of America released Ms. Ogorodnikova.

The intrigue did not stop there, but I can’t discuss it on a public forum.

Be advised that I’ve been tracking Perlowin and Steinberg for most of my career.

As a whistleblower, I initiated the FDA bust against Perlowin’s Energy Wellness scam. Indirectly, I also put his co-conspirator James Folsom behind bars.

Also, I investigated Steinberg’s GlobalCom 2000, One World Communications, Club VivaNet ( and his other pyramid marketing frauds.

Needless to say, Steinberg learned a lot about pyramid marketing schemes. Currently, he has replicated that business model at the Hemp Network.

Photographer Tyler Shields is trying to make amends for burning an expensive handbag on the E! reality series, Mrs. Eastwood & Company.
On Monday’s episode, Shields and his girlfriend, Francesca Eastwood (daughter of legendary actor/director Clint Eastwood), burned a $100,000 Birkin bag after putting a chainsaw to it.
The act led to fans calling the couple narcissistic and horrible for destroying something so expensive when the money it cost could have been used to help people in need.
However, Shields accepted the blame for the incident and is now making up for it by donating $100,000 to a needy family.

There are three “nicer” grammar schools in the area around the Eastwood home in Piedmont, California, and a young Clint Eastwood managed to attend them all.

There was Glenview {just down the street from home}, the Frank Stevens School (named for a Piedmont city father), and “Crocker Highlands” (named for the Crocker banking family, who donated the site for the school).
[Pictured Left]

Note: Clint in the front row (3rd from right),
“Too Cool” to hold the banner.
Another interesting note is the boy on the left (squeezed out of the front row and refusing to join that female 2nd row) is young Jackie Jensen, future Boston Red Sox slugger, and 1958 American League MVP.
After completing grammar school, Clint followed in both his parent’s footsteps, and went to Piedmont Jr. High. Three years later (Jan. 1945), he graduated to Piedmont Sr. High School, located right next door to the Jr. High.
Things got a little rougher for Clint by the end of his first year at Piedmont High (Jan. 1946).

Eastwood was born on May 31, 1930, in San Francisco to Clinton Eastwood, Sr. (1906–70), a steelworker and migrant worker, and Margaret Ruth (née Runner; 1909–2006), a factory worker.

After his father died in 1970, Eastwood’s mother remarried to John Belden Wood (1913–2004) in 1972, and they remained married until his death 32 years later. Eastwood is of English, Irish, Scottish, and Dutch ancestry and was raised in a middle class home with his younger sister, Jean (born 1934).

Eastwood was born in San Francisco to Clinton Eastwood, Sr. (1906–70), a steelworker and migrant worker, and Margaret Ruth (née Runner; 1909–2006), a factory worker.[3] He was nicknamed “Samson” by the hospital nurses as he weighed 11 pounds 6 ounces (5.2 kg) at birth.[4][5][6] After his father died in 1970, Eastwood’s mother remarried to John Belden Wood (1913–2004) in 1972, and they remained married until his death 32 years later.[7] Eastwood is of English, Irish, Scottish, and Dutch ancestry[3][8] and was raised in a middle class home with his younger sister, Jean (born 1934).[9][10] His family relocated often as his father worked at different jobs along the West Coast, including at a pulp mill.[11][12] The family settled in Piedmont, California, where Eastwood attended Piedmont Junior High School and Piedmont Senior High School, taking part in sports such as basketball, football, gymnastics, and competitive swimming.[13] He later transferred to Oakland Technical High School where the drama teachers encouraged him to enroll in school plays, but he was not interested. As his family moved to different areas he held a series of jobs including lifeguard, paper carrier, grocery clerk, forest firefighter, and golf caddy.[14]

In 1950, Eastwood began a one-year stint as a lifeguard for the United States Army during the Korean War[15] and was posted to Fort Ord in California.[16] While on leave in 1951 Eastwood was a passenger onboard a Douglas AD bomber that ran out of fuel and crashed into the ocean near Point Reyes.[17][18] After escaping from the sinking aircraft he and the pilot swam 3 miles (5 km) to safety.[19]

Eastwood directed and starred in the fourth Dirty Harry film, Sudden Impact, which was shot in the spring and summer of 1983 and is considered the darkest and most violent of the series.[149] By this time Eastwood received 60 percent of all profits from films he starred in and directed, with the rest going to the studio.[150] Sudden Impact was the last film which he starred in with Locke. She plays a woman raped, along with her sister, by a ruthless gang at a fairground and seeks revenge for her sister’s now vegetative state by systematically murdering her rapists. The line “Go ahead, make my day” (uttered by Eastwood during an early scene in a coffee shop) is often cited as one of cinema’s immortal lines.

Things got a little rougher for Clint by the end of his first year at Piedmont High  School (Jan. 1946). Junior’s Dad, Clinton Sr., had picked up an old “beater” for his son to fix up and drive. Although too young to drive at 15, the lanky freshman was fast approaching his 6 ft. 4 in. height, a head taller than his classmates. Thanks to his height, the police never noticed that he was too young to be behind the wheel. Once he had the “old rattletrap” running, there was no reason to wait until he was legal. The first in his crowd to drive didn’t hurt in his high school social standing. He had always drawn attention from the females, but now he had a car… Awash with testosterone, he now found interests other than academics. Auto shop was now more important than Algebra, and his academic indifference began to show. By the end of the first year, his joyriding with the boys and time spent in the backseat of his car with the girls ( he lost his virginity at 14 & saw no reason to stop), resulted in a major drop in his grades.  It was, as Clint confessed in an interview, “Cars, girls, and beer”. Sporting a “ducktail” and leather jacket, he personified the new “Jimmy Dean” – “Elvis Presley” rebel. Hanging out at “Coffee Dan’s”, Omar’s Pizza, and sittin’ in on blues piano at Hambone Kelly’s in El Cerrito, now took priority over homework. Summer school didn’t do the trick and, as Clint’s Mom discreetly confessed, “He was asked not to come back to Piedmont High”.  Oakland Tech would now have a new student.

Jensen was born in San Francisco, California. His parents divorced when he was five, and he was raised by his mother, who frequently moved the family. After serving in the Navy toward the end of World War II, he became an All-American in two sports at the University of California. As a baseball pitcher and outfielder, he helped California to win the inaugural College World Series in 1947. He pitched Cal to victory in the regional final by outdueling Bobby Layne of Texas, and in the championship Cal defeated a Yale team featuring future President George Bush. As a football halfback, Jensen was a consensus All-American as a junior in 1948, becoming the first Cal player to rush for 1,000 yards. In the season-ending 7-6 victory over Stanford he ran for 170 yards, kicked a punt for 67 yards, and had a 32-yard run late in the game in a 4th-and-31 situation. Cal ended the regular season at 10-0 under coach Pappy Waldorf, winning a share of its first Pacific Coast Conference title in ten years, and Jensen placed fourth in the Heisman Trophy voting, with Doak Walker taking the award. In the 1949 Rose Bowl, Jensen scored a touchdown in the first quarter to tie the game 7-7, but 4th-ranked Cal was upset 20-14 by 7th-ranked Northwestern.
In 1949 Jensen, who batted and threw right-handed, left college after his junior year and signed with the Oakland Oaks in the Pacific Coast League. His contract – along with Billy Martin’s – was sold to the New York Yankees in 1950 with the intention of him being a backup for Joe DiMaggio. But he played in only 108 games for the Yankees over three years, primarily in left field. He appeared as a pinch runner for Bobby Brown in the eighth inning of Game 3 of the 1950 World Series against the Philadelphia Phillies, but was in the game only briefly before Johnny Mize popped up to end the inning. Jensen did not stay in the game defensively, and the Yankees completed a sweep of the Phillies in Game 4; he did not appear in the 1951 Series against the New York Giants.
Following the arrival of Mickey Mantle with the Yankees, in May 1952 Jensen was sent to the Washington Senators in a six-player deal, and he made his first All-Star team. He finished the season with a .286 batting average and 80 RBI, leading the league with 17 assists and placing third in the AL with 18 steals, a total he duplicated in 1953. He was traded to the Red Sox in December 1953, and led the AL with 22 steals in 1954, also finishing third in RBI (117) and fourth in home runs (25).

Victor Hugo – Last Bohemian

Posted on July 21, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

Raymond Chandler wrote about the people my grandfather hung around with, and did business with. The fact my mother made porno movies and was a prostitute for Big Bones Remmer, put’s me in the Black Mask revival, and put’s my fictional character, Smoky, on the Bohemian Gangster map.

John Presco

The Petticoat Navy of Contra Costa County

By William Mero

During the early 20th century, Martinez gained a colorful reputation for its unique fleet of floating brothels anchored in the middle of the river. Some of the most famous “boats of ill repute” were Wanda’s Scow, Margaret’s Scow and “Old Lady” Miller’s Scow. Police raids were regularly made but timely warnings always allowed their clients to be absent. Fines for running houses of prostitution provided significant revenue to the county for many years and became a practical method of taxing the profits of these illegal enterprises. Rumors suggest that some of the best customers of these watery “entertainment” boats were the local politicians, lawyers and judges. Their patronage may have provided protection for the illegal operations. Drinks were also sold allowing clients to socialize with the soiled Martinez mermaids before and after services rendered. According to court records, Margaret Bantz and Millie Landt were some of the most notorious water loving madams on the river.

During the 1920’s the floating pleasure palaces found that local objections and difficulty with access forced their closing. Among the ordinary citizens of Martinez the biggest complaint to the local police was the frequent ringing of various ship bells on the shore announcing that a client wished to be ferried out to a particular barge for an evening’s entertainment. It was one of the first recorded instance of a county noise pollution problem.

Open prostitution had been an accepted fact of life during the settling of Contra Costa County. Many county brothels masqueraded as “boarding houses” whose guests were exclusively young women. Many had interesting names. One famous house in western Contra Costa was called The Artists’ Tea Room. Of course, a request for tea would have been greeted with astonishment.

Women were always in short supply in this thinly settled, largely rural county. The early vaqueros, sheep headers and field hands led lonely lives without much opportunity to meet available women or, even more importantly, the financial ability to marry. Consequently brothels were widely tolerated or viewed as a necessary evil. In fact, it wasn’t until the early 1900’s in California that the ratio of women to men became nearly equal. Women were initially so scarce that during the 1850’s in San Francisco several madams were accepted as valued members of normal society. They often made large contributions to local charities out of their profits of sin. Mammy Pleasant, a famous Black madam, was a major donor to early African-American civil rights groups.

Romanticizing the brothels of the pioneer west can easily be carried too far. While providing a service valued by at least the male portion of the population, they also had a serious downside. Disease and violent crime were not uncommon where prostitution flourished. In the Chinese community many young Asian girls were sold by their families into prostitution and shipped off to the cribs of San Francisco. Many prostitutes used alcohol and drugs to excess. That combined with disease, often made for short, tragic lives. Some women did marry and leave the sporting life but this was comparatively rare.

Eventually Contra Costa outgrew its pioneer past and traditions. By 1952 the public tolerance of openly functioning brothels in Contra Costa County had worn thin. Under the urging of Attorney General Earl Warren, the remaining historic brothels were finally closed. One of the most famous houses shuttered at that time was located near Crockett under the Carquinez Bridge close to the old railroad tracks. The site was notorious for a establishment called the Golden Horseshoe, famous for its spicy selection of a dozen accommodating women who for many years entertained the local factory workers and longshoremen.

Court records and Sheriff Veale’s personal papers preserved in the Contra Costa County History Center offer unique insights into this colorful facet of Contra Costa’s social history.

Rosamond Press

My Historic Grandfather

Victor Hugo Presco


John Presco

Copyright 2020

After writing and posting about the Dashiell Hammett archive, and reading how this great writer’s grandchildren looked foreword to the paltry check Lillian Hellman sent them on Christmas, I went in search of more information on my grandfather, Victor Hugo Presco, the Bohemian Gambler. I wanted to find what was Authentic. There is too much Fool’s Gold in the Nation. We are on the verge of another Civil War over who has the right stuff, and who does not. I wanted to own something that was free and clear of the grabby hands of the Claim Jumpers. I struck pay dirt! I found this essay by Bill Mero that records the floating Houses of Ill Repute that bobbed in the water near Martinez and Crocket, where I saw my father’s father, just once.

Acting Credits
Midnight Cabaret

Poker Alice

The Highwayman
Deputy Bricker


Crime Story

John Davey

Beverly Hills Cop
Strip Club Holdup Man #1



Sudden Impact

Colt Detective Special
Sudden Impact

Browning Hi-Power
Sudden Impact

Smith & Wesson 3000 Shotgun
Sudden Impact

Ithaca 37
Strip club robber
Beverly Hills Cop

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Photographer Tyler Shields is trying to make amends for burning an expensive handbag on the E! reality series, Mrs. Eastwood & Company.
On Monday’s episode, Shields and his girlfriend, Francesca Eastwood (daughter of legendary actor/director Clint Eastwood), burned a $100,000 Birkin bag after putting a chainsaw to it.
The act led to fans calling the couple narcissistic and horrible for destroying something so expensive when the money it cost could have been used to help people in need.
However, Shields accepted the blame for the incident and is now making up for it by donating $100,000 to a needy family.
“The Birkin photos are for sale. If somebody were to buy…all right, let’s do this. If somebody wants to buy one of the Birkin photos, I will donate $100,000 — not to a charity — but to a family. I will give one family in need $100,000 cash,” he said Tuesday. “I would select somebody who…my father had a stroke when I was 15, and it became very difficult financially for the family, so I think I would do that. I think I would find a family that someone had a stroke or some type of ailment. I think that if somebody had done that for us when that happened to me, it would have been like a miracle. So, I’ll find somebody who that just happened to and I will help them out.”
Shields is known for his provocative photos of stars such as Lindsay Lohan and Mischa Barton.
Mrs. Eastwood & Company stars Clint’s wife, Dina, and focuses on her relationship with her daughters, Francesca and Morgan.

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