Shooting From The Hip

President Joe Biden really messed up and did much damage to our long alliance with France, who did help us defeat the British. My strange relationship with Rena Easton has now taken on a reality that needs even more scrutiny. Did Biden do a Gary Cooper? If so, there has to be The Beautiful All American Woman in this drama. To have Artaud and Van Gough come to the Bozeman Art Festival is prophetic, because it looks like Artaud is – THERE TO STAY! Montana has been very good to Artaud. His Theatre As The Plague – With Betrayal of The French People – is a huge act to follow!

Royal Rosamond Press is calling for an investigation by Congress and the Senate of the Awful Aukus Act. Did our President seek, and get advice from our State Department, and members of his Cabinet? How about the U.S. Military? I believe in the Free Press and Transparency. The whole world wants to know what our President (and others?) were thinking.

I was going to compose a letter to the French Government today, but was distracted by the Artaud connection – Art Piece – that I must present to a renowned museum. Rachel Marsden, makes excellent sense in suggesting France shop around for another alliance – that I suggest be California. But, why not Montana Too?

The Democrats have declared war on the French People, and thus all French Culture can be put in the Anti-Mask Toolbelt, because, the French People take their culture and their democracy – seriously. There is no Grande God Game – over there! Antonin was – pricked by needles! French Surrealism can now be used in defense of Pro-Virus Madness (what would you call it?) without accepting Democratic Secularism – and the thinking of Democrats!

The French are masters at dancing around their religion in every conceivable existentialist way. This is to say, we may see a team of French Philosophers (in long white coats) landing at the Bozeman airport. Folks with religion may be willing to get shots from French Philosophers. Anyone who is anti-Biden, and can cure Montana, will be seen as a hero – especially if they applaud the Montana wine industry, and declare Montana wine – the only American wine any Frenchman should have at their table!

John Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press

“France, you’ve just been excluded from a clique and had your lunch stolen, and you’re going to sit around hoping that things will work themselves out? Go form your own posse already!

‘Theatre and the plague’ (1933)

Originally presented as a lecture at the Sorbonne (6 April 1933), it was revised and published in NRF (no. 253, 1st Oct. 1934).[2]: 105

Artaud developed the essay while undergoing acupuncture therapy. He was ‘surprised and amazed’ at how the treatment pinpointed ‘with precision and remarkable accuracy the deep, debilitating and demoralizing troubles that have afflicted [him] for so long’, something he related to ‘the “exteriorization” of “latent cruelty” causing the “organic disorder” (OC 4: 33) in plague-victims’.[3]

The Theatre and Its Double – Wikipedia

Rachel Marsden: Biden’s backstabbing of an American ally beats anything that Trump ever did (msn.com)

British Ambassador Resigns | Rosamond Press

The High Noon Blood Train | Rosamond Press

President Biden, all smiles himself, took to the White House podium last week to stab France in the back by announcing not only the creation of a new military alliance between Anglophone allies – the U.S., Britain, and Australia – to counter China in its own backyard, but left out France (whose military presence and overseas territories in the Indo-Pacific are substantial).https://www.dianomi.com/smartads.epl?id=3533

Worse, Biden signaled a new deal with the Aussies for American nuclear-powered submarines, implying that Australia was reneging on a 50-year cooperation agreement with France around a defense deal better known in France as “the deal of the century”. The pact involved the sale of 56 billion euros worth of submarines to Australia.

To say that the French are in shock is an understatement. Unlike Trump, Biden talks a good game of respecting allies, but this underhanded move proves that “America First” wasn’t just a catchphrase that left with Trump, but that the underlying sentiment remains. It turns out that Trump was just less sophisticated about it. Biden talks of rallying allies to face common challenges. What he really means by allies is those whose interests align with those of the U.S. And when allied interests diverge from those of Washington, as was the case when the French had this massive defense contract that Washington wanted, allies are just collateral damage.

Biden proves that you can basically do whatever you want if you do it with a big grin on your face and say nice things. And the French might actually begin to realize how naïve they’ve been to believe that Biden would do them any favors when he’s really just the happy face of the sharp-elbowed Washington establishment. Washington will do whatever it takes to win and maintain economic, military, and geopolitical dominance. France is just collateral damage.

Washington also undoubtedly calculated France’s potential margin of maneuver in response to the betrayal. So far, that response consists of depriving Americans of champagne by canceling a bilateral gala last Friday night at the French embassy. Paris’ decision to recall French ambassadors to both the U.S. and Australia for consultations in Paris has also been called a strong move. On what planet is that response even remotely proportional?

France, you’ve just been excluded from a clique and had your lunch stolen, and you’re going to sit around hoping that things will work themselves out? Go form your own posse already!

France is the largest military power in Europe and a nuclear power. It doesn’t need America’s nuclear umbrella. This is an opportunity for France to distance itself from U.S.-led missions launched from behind the worn façade of NATO multilateralism, reclaim its strategic autonomy, and focus on military operations that strictly serve its own interests.

The transatlantic alliance has arguably never been in more peril than it is now under Biden’s leadership. The ball is in France’s court, and it just may capitalize on this opportunity to reflect on a new European military alliance to serve purely European interests. One French general recently suggested to me that Poland and Denmark could be good candidates, to start, since the former is a “powerful state” and the latter is “not close with the U.S.”. Others have suggested that closer military cooperation with Russia is a possibility. French President Emmanuel Macron has previously evoked cybersecurity cooperation with Moscow, so why not military? Again, it’s a position discreetly favored by a significant number of high-ranking French military officers.

President Biden just may succeed in changing the world – and in precisely the way that Trump critics feared.

(Rachel Marsden is a columnist, political strategist and host of an independently produced French-language program that airs on Sputnik France. Her website can be found at http://www.rachelmarsden.com.)

ANTONIN ARTAUD’S THE THEATRE AND THE PLAGUE | ArtConnect

British Ambassador Resigns | Rosamond Press

High Noon Covfefe

Posted on May 31, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press

You do realize CEO Jeff Laszloffy needs sinners and the transgender folks to make his life work – and his Holy Foundation?

“Laszloffy is no good until he has his covfefe!”

What is COVFEFE? It is a wicked coffee bean being brought West on a train by Antonin Artaud, Gertrude Stein, Van Gough, and Hemingway. The Satanic Four have a wicked desire to convert Montana into a Pink FeFe State by having the Montanians drink The Devil’s Seed of Conversion. This BAD NEWS will perk Lazloffy up. No doubt he will pass out more yellow scarves to protect the delicate necks of his Dull Believers, who are not who they used to be. They were very dull to begin with. Then, they got bored out on that vast Bozeman plain that is turning out to be The Devil’s Stage’. Look out when White People get bored – in the name of  The End Time Jesus!

The two horseman under the two clocks accent my High Noon masterpiece I have been working on for three years. Jeff and Greg gather the Chozen Ones in the Montana State Capitol of The Holy Last Chance, and await the Christian Passover. Those wearing a yellow scarf will be spared. Those without the scarf, will be turned into French Speakers – for starters! Artaud is coming!

Cathy Griffith and Tyler Shields were going to get on board, but, they forgot to run their ghoulish act past the Art Augur, who would have applied his Art Seal  making it a real work of art along the lines of Hermann Nitsch.

“I caption this ‘there was blood coming out of his eyes, blood coming out of his … wherever,’” she wrote Tuesday.

Before we delve further into this Art Gone Wrong, let us work on our pronunciation of covfefe. Let us go to the source. In this video we hear Artaud under the influence. In these photographs we see Antonin before he had his first cup of covfefe.  He knows he must look calm and collected, or, his waiter will not serve him. Seconds after he has ingested covfefe, Antonin is in state of puffing enjoyment. Nicotine goes well with covfefe. Now that our President has abolished the International Bad Air Act – light em up – anywhere!

In the third photo, Artaud is already in need of a second cup. His eyes are rolling to the back of his skull, a dead give-away he is about to lose control. When he is refused service, Artaud grabs his waiter by the neck – and body-slams him to the floor!

Need I repeat the WARNING? Covfefe will severely wrinkle your skin and eventually turn you into a Cowering Covfefe Coward who must have some more Precious, as this brew is called. Talking to ones self, or Jesus, is a side effect. Need I point out the rumor, that our President has overdosed on covfefe, and is up all night tweaking and tweeting, he well on his way to becoming a Covfefe Creature of the Night. While most of us are asleep………he glowers over us all. Big Brother is twittering you!

Jon Presco

http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politics/trump-targets-%E2%80%98negative-press-covfefe%E2%80%99-in-garbled-midnight-tweet-that-becomes-worldwide-joke/ar-BBBIpTa?li=BBmkt5R&ocid=spartandhp

At 12:06 a.m. Wednesday, President Trump tweeted a strange sentence fragment.

“Despite the constant negative press covfefe,” the tweet read. That was it. It ended abruptly, as if someone stopped him, or he stopped himself, or perhaps he never meant to send it.

No, “covfefe” isn’t a typo, at least, not on the part of The Washington Post.

Within six hours, it had been retweeted more than 127,000 times and “liked” more than 162,000 times — making it one of his most popular tweets in months. By then it had become a massive Internet joke.

But by then the “word” covfefe had been trending all night. One company even appeared to have made a shirt with that odd combination of letters written across the front in bold, block letters.

“Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my #covfefe,” wrote one user.

The word “covfefe” does not appear in the Merriam-Webster dictionary. When searching for it on the company’s website, the dictionary suggests “coffee,” “coven,” “cover,” “covet,” “covey” and “cuvee.”

Clearly, it isn’t an English word. Some tweets employing “covfefe” offer the option to translate it from Norwegian, though that appears to be a glitch of some sort. “Covfefe” does not appear to be a Norwegian word, either.

Desperate for a definition, some Twitter users came up with a few, such as coffee or a synonym to “The Lion King’s” “Hakuna Matata.” (“It means no worries, for the rest of your days.” Some would say it’s a “problem-free philosophy.”)
Melania Trump said in a statement that, “As a mother, a wife, and a human being, that photo is very disturbing. When you consider some of the atrocities happening in the world today, a photo opportunity like this is simply wrong and makes you wonder about the mental health of the person who did it.”

Griffin, a veteran stand-up comedian and actress who has won two Emmys for her reality show “My Life on the D List,” had shared the image in a now-deleted tweet.

“I caption this ‘there was blood coming out of his eyes, blood coming out of his … wherever,’” she wrote Tuesday.

In a second tweet, she added: “OBVIOUSLY, I do not condone ANY violence by my fans or others to anyone, ever! I’m merely mocking the Mocker in Chief.”

High Noon High School

Posted on October 20, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press

Rena had become possessed. She and her twenty-six year old lover had taken LSD and gotten in Satanism. She became better at it than he.

“Why did you become Satanists?”

“There wasn’t anything better to do in Nebraska!”

Going to church would have been out of the question do to the Disease of Lookism. They would have torn her apart. I employed the lessons of Meher Baba to drive out, or calm, the amazing creature that was – inside?  She hid this powerful entity that became my dear friend for fifty days. You can say I have been hiding who I am. But, we got caught, and we are up! Reality has caught up with us. We resemble – what was meant to be! We are Archetypes.

John ‘The Prophet’

Too Beautiful To Go To High School

Posted on July 25, 2013by Royal Rosamond Press

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In 1970, Rena told me about the time the Principle of Grand Island Senior High, brought her into his office and accused her of being too beautiful to be an Islander, and, he would have to expel her if she didn’t do something about that mini-skirt that was driving all her classmates, crazy, especially the girls. No one, but no one wore a mini-skirt like Rena wore a mini-skirt.

“How come she gets to wear her skirt that short, and, we don’t?”

Really! really girls. Was her skirt really that much shorter than yours. There must be another factor at play here.

One afternoon Rena got a note in her last period. The principle wanted to see her in his office. She politely knocked, and was bid to come in. Right away she sensed there was something wrong. The venetian blinds were almost shut. There slivers of sunlight on the walls, and on the principle’s desk where she saw a bunch of photographs spread out.

“Have a seat Miss Christiansen!”

We were sitting around the campfire on our mountain. The sun had set and the stars were coming out.

“Hmmm!” I said while poking the fire sending fire pixies skyward. Pray tell what were in these photos?”

“They were of me, taken from under the bleachers during a football game!”

“Really! And who took these pictures?”

“He did!” Rena spat, she happy she alas had someone to tell this wretched tale to.

When Rena got angry, she became a dragon. Fire shot from her eyes and nostrils as she recalled her complete humiliation coming from her handsome principle with a wonderful and healthy tan.

“Was he married?” I asked, I too now intent on getting more on this voyeur, who raped Rena with a camera lense.

“While we were all watching the game he snuck down below the bleachers with his camera, crept up on me, his target, and took shots of me when I uncrossed, and crossed my legs! I was furious as he showed me his exposures one at a time! Now he is telling me he did this for my own good, and for the good of the whole school. He told me my mini-dress was a great distraction. I told him my dress was no shorter than the other girls. What about the cheers leaders, their high leaps in the air?”

“I poked at a smoking log, pushed it into the center of the hot coals. I let go a nervous cough, that alerted Rena to the truth I had a certain question to ask her. It could be extremely embarrassing, even compromising. I felt Rena’s hot gaze searing into the core of my being.

“Are you about to ask me if I was wearing any panties!” Rena Victoria said, she about the go on the war-path.”

“Heaven’s no. That is none of my business. But, what I want to ask you, has to do with what I heard. You told me you were skipped a grade, and couldn’t wait to get out of there. Rena, how old are you?”

Here she was alone with a twenty-three year old man atop a mountain, camping in a tent. We were in paradise. We took a pledge to be honest with one another. There is something very beautiful about a beautiful woman on the verge of telling the truth, but, Rena was not a woman – in California!

“I’m seventeen!”

I now pondered why she lied to me when she told me she was eighteen. I looked up to see her golden eyes, grilling me, she looking to see what my verdict was, and, what would I do – after I busted her.

Rena was too beautiful to go to school. I think I recall the principle brought out a ruler and wanted to measure the offensive object. This is when Rena pushed the chair back, rose to her feet, turned her back on this creep, and walked out of the office.

When I saw the movie Basic instinct and the scene where Sharon Stone gets grilled by a gaggle of detectives, I wondered how many times Rena told her story that changed the course of her life.
Not only did she find her female peers terribly immature, she found almost every male she met to be an adolescent.

What people could not stand about Rena, was she was extremely more beautiful they were, and three times as smart! How could anyone take their eyes off her. She was a superior human being in every way. She had no equal. She had great power over men! She did not belong in high school. How many of us really did?

“I was a straight A student. I skipped the 9th. grade.”

Two weeks earlier, by a beautiful waterfall, I said this to Rena;

“You are bringing out the worst in me. I give up. I don’t want to seduce you any more. I want to be on your side! I think I understand what you are going through, and it is isolating you.”

And…..me. Till this very day.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2013

Helen of High Noon

Posted on February 12, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press

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The Transmutation of my Muse, Rena Victoria Easton, began with an idea that I ran past Charles J. Shields about I possibly authoring the story of Lucia Joyce, the muse of her father, James Joyce, and lover of Samuel Becket who was inspired by Antonin Artaud.

“On December 29, 2013, I posted this on the Facebook of Charles J. Shield who wrote ‘And so it goes’ the biography of Kurk Vonnegut, my idol…..

“If Lucia had her way, she would go with a Dance Drama, a tale of how a classic Anglo-Saxon novel is assimilated into the Hippie Dance Music Culture. The Grateful Dead will do Finnagan’s Wake, and, here come the Lucettes! Turn down volume on India dance and leave Love song.”

The full title of Vonneguts most famous novel is ‘Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-Dance with Death’. I then introduce then idea Antonin Artaud would befriend Lucia, take peyote, and do a peyote dance together. Here is the apex of the Cruel and Absurd Theatre.

“In this small book, based on a journey in the mountains of Mexico to an inaccessible tribe who “”live as if they were already dead,”” and through the peyote rite they practiced, Artaud found many of the transcendent concepts he had earlier articulated–the Great Ancient Myths he here relates to Plato, the “”no God”” but Male and Female principles in Nature (which he certainly, castrated man that he was, never found in life), even if later at the end of his peyote transfiguration there will be mention of both the doctrine of Grace and Jesus-Christ-Peyote.”

Rena Easton is Montana Wildhack who lives in Montana. She is also Helen of Troy who is the embodiment of Mnemosyne who lay down with Zeus and begat the Nine Muses. For over ten years I have owned a theory that the Greeks held a poetry contest in Troy. All the great poets, porphets, and sages showed up, including King David who confounded King Saul with a riddle he recited while playing his harp. What was the nature of this riddle? I am almost a master of Robert Grave’s ‘The White Goddess’ that Rena resembles.

That Helena Rena Victoria Wildhack has a million poems stored in her head that she can recite, tells me this ancient poetry contest – is reborn! That she falls in love with Troy the cow-man from Radiant Engineering, is her final avoidance of me, her late consort, Zeus.

Rena sends Radiant Engineering a handwritten thank you, where she says;

“Troy was such a nice guy!”
“I truly appreciate your emergency service.”

On the envelope Rena Montana Mnemosyne sent me she wrote ‘Rosemond’. Was this a letter from Billy Pilgram to his friend, Eliot Rosewater, giving him divine permission to carry on the Children’s Crusade?

I do not need to be with Rena in Montana, because we go each night to our dome on the planet Tralfamadore where we work on saving the universe.

So come all ye brave-hearted warriors who have the guts to write a beautiful woman a poem. Come to Troy where Beautiful Helen is held captive. And in her head all the poems have been taken hostage. And in her womb are the nine muses waiting to be reborn.

Here’s a hint, King David created a amazing animal.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2014

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