I Am Saint Francis

Above is a photograph of our cat who followed us to the park in Boston. I rescued Dottie Witherspoon from a Warlock. We come from real Patriots in South Carolina. I forgot the cat’s name, but she is looking at two dogs playing. In seconds she has run down the tree to join them. They love her, and the three are running around. I have a way with animals. So did Saint Francis.

Yesterday I saw my father sitting in a New York courtroom. Donald and Vic could pass for doubles. In 1994, my father was convicted of Loan Sharking. Here he is in downtown Oakland with his mother, who married a professional gambler. I am the opposite of Vic Presco who claimed I was not his son. He told my sisters this, and my aunt Lillian. To hear the charges against the Godfather of the Trump Empire, that included the hush money to a doorman to keep quiet about an alleged son, Trump sired, puts God’s Seal on the powerful clues I have gotten, that….


This is a title that existed before Jesus was born. He is not God’s Son. He was a Son of David, who is depicted in Psalms as a Prophet. The real Jesus acted as David in Passion Plays, Holy Opera’s. The real Son’s of God were anointed by God – to fight the real Bad Men of the world. At the time, the Roman slave masters and.their Emperor were real bad degenerates. Paul made them the friends of Jesus, and the Jews, the enemies of Jesus. I believe Paul is the real Judas, hired by the Herodians, who grew up in the home of the Emperors, to create a counter Jubilee Revolution – and alter the truth! This is why our Founding Fathers did not free black slaves, and give women the right to vote.

I am a Nazarite, who admitted women as equals. God has put real gangsters in my way, and put me on the road to Rome. where we are all are right now. Trump is the embodiment of a Roman Satan. My father abused his wife and four children, and worked hard to – BE INVISIBLE! He knew I could – see him! This is why he said I was not his son, but the product of my mother’s betrayal. I know all Trump’s moves -like the back of my hand. I was made….an orphan in the world. God gave me…a councilor!


John Giovani …..The Son of God

The fake AI-generated image of Donald Trump shared by Eric Trump on social media
The fake AI-generated image of Donald Trump shared by Eric Trump on social media on Tuesday.TWITTER

Donald Trump’s son, Eric Trump, shared a fake photo of the former president walking down the street in New York on Twitter on Tuesday. The fake image, created by AI, has been viewed over 1 million times in just two hours.

“One of a kind!” Eric Trump tweeted on Tuesday afternoon.

Donald Trump was arraigned on Tuesday over hush money payments paid to adult film star Stormy Daniels and former Playboy model Karen McDougal in the lead up to the 2016 presidential election. The 34-count indictment also includes charges about a payment to a doorman who alleged Trump had fathered a child outside his marriages. Trump pleaded not guilty to the charges in court on Tuesday.

The Story of Victoria Presco

Posted on October 23, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

Daughter of the Purple Gang

Posted on November 15, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press


Marilyn, my first girlfriend, gave me her copy of ‘The Last Temptation of Jesus Christ’. She saw me as a Christ-figure. I began to develop a Christ-complex. When Melinda came into my life, I beheld her being crucified in her father’s arms. He had given her a violent yank as she held on to the door jam crying;

“I’m not going without Greg!”

She hit her head and there is blood streaming down her face. She is saving my life, because her father had his mob kill her first boyfriend, a beatnik that looked just like Jesus.

Melinda’s father and uncles were members of the Purple Gang and owned much of New Mexico. Her father threatened to kill me, and Melinda knew if we were separated, they would come, the guys I trench coats.

My mother had connection with the West Coast Mob. She met Elmer ‘Big Bones’ Remmer in a Emeryville card room where she went to have a drink after work. Rosemary told my younger sister she had a job with Remmer editing the porno movies he made. Jack Ruby and his sister, knew Big Bones, and worked for him.

Melinda’s father owned one of the first adult theatres in America that showed soft-porn. At seventeen he offered me a job managing this theatre. Melinda made peace, but, did not want me to take this job, because, I would be a member of Don’s family that is associated with Murder Inc.

Melinda was written up in TIME magazine for speaking sentences when she was six months old. She had a very intelligent and powerful aura around her. Christine’s portrait of her good friend does not capture that innate superiority she had. She was mature way beyond her years. She understood she was a Mob Princess, and rejected this title. Her fate is unknown.

If Jesus comes back, he will not be sitting in the home of the wealthy, or, the hateful. He will be born amongst sinners, and he will die for their sins.

Jon Presco

Why San Francisco Was Never Much of a Mafia Town, or Was It?



Big Bones Remmer

You heard about that big mob bust late last week on the East Coast? Well, NBC went to local crime author and retired policeman Kevin J. Mullen to find out why we haven’t had any real, juicy mob activity out here. Mullen says that Al Capone sent emissaries out to San Francisco in 1931 to case the joint, but decided it was “too tough” a town to crack. That may just be a proud cop talking, but Mullen says it’s an easier town to police, given its size and geography, and the transcontinental railroad terminated in Oakland, after all.

NBC and Mullen neglect to mention that the mafia’s historic stronghold out here was Emeryville, where they set up shop with a figurehead mayor, a chief of police, and their very own little harbor, ultimately headed up by mob boss Elmer “Big Bones” Remmer, who worked for Lucky Luciano. Remmer controlled a number of after-hours joints, gambling parlors (the Oaks Card Club in Emeryville is a latter day remnant, grandfathered in under city law since it’s been there since the 1890s), brothels, and loan-sharking operations around Oakland, Emeryville, and S.F. Remmer’s S.F. headquarters was the Menlo Club, and at least one source credits Jerry Brown’s dad, “San Francisco Attorney Edmund Pat Brown [with helping to] incorporate Bone’s La Costa Nosta operation.” So maybe it’s just that the mob was better connected and operated in relative quiet out in crazy S.F.? In Emeryville, a reported hangout back in the mid-twentieth century was The Town House Bar, so named in part because it’s where the “mayor” sat and drank all day while Remmer had free reign.

The Alameda County D.A.’s office prosecuted a bunch of cases against noted mob figures in the 40s and 50s. Also, reportedly, Jack Ruby (Lee Harvey Oswald’s assassin) once worked in the Menlo Club in S.F. for a gambler named Eugene Shriber, an employee of Remmer’s. (And this blogger guy claims to be the son of one of Remmer’s prostitutes.)

So what’s that again about the mafia never being in San Francisco?

Marilyn and the Mob

Posted on November 15, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press


After my mother was arrested, she fled to L.A. lest she face a trial and more charges. She left her four children in the care of an old crazy woman who ate cold pork and beans out of the can while she watched T.V. with us. We hardly got a word out her. She looked like a witch and had a big mole.

Six months later, she came and got us. We saw very little of her. She went out a lot, and there was often a doggie bag from the Beverly Hills Hotel with a steak inside she hardly touched.

Near the end of her life, I asked Rosemary about her secret life. She told me she hung with a crowd at the Beverly Hills Hotel that was too degenerate for her taste.

It was right after our move to L.A. in 1964 that Rosemary told us she knows who killed Jack Kennedy. She did not give us any names, or, say anything more.

That’s Rosemary Rosamond with the fur.

Jon Presco

During the dinner, Monroe got uncontrollably drunk and was led to the cabin where, while she was passed out, several hookers, male and female, molested her while Sinatra and Giancana watched, with Giancana taking his turn with the actress as well.
While the female prostitutes had their way with Monroe, someone snapped photographs of the entire thing and before the night was over, Sinatra then brought the film to Hollywood photographer Billy Woodfield, and gave him a roll of film to develop in his darkroom.
The next morning, Peter Lawford told Monroe that Robert Kennedy was in Los Angeles and that he didn’t want to see her, speak to her or have any contact with her in the future. When she protested, someone showed her the photographs from the night before. That afternoon, she tried to commit suicide with an overdose of pills and had to have her stomach pumped.
Later on, when Giancana told the story to Johnny Roselli, Roselli said to Giancana, referring to either Monroe or Campbell: “You sure get your rocks off fucking the same broad as the (Kennedy) brothers, don’t you?”


Alleged CIA connections

It is widely reputed, and partially corroborated by the Church Committee Hearings, that during the Kennedy administration, the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) recruited Giancana and other mobsters to assassinate Cuban president Fidel Castro. Giancana reportedly said that the CIA and the Cosa Nostra were “different sides of the same coin.”[8]

The association between Giancana and JFK is indicated in the “Exner File” written by Judith Campbell Exner. Exner was reputed to be mistress to both Giancana and JFK and claimed she delivered communications between the two regarding Fidel Castro.[9]

However, Giancana’s daughter, Antoinette, has stated her belief that her father was running a scam in order to pocket millions of dollars in CIA funding.[10]

According to the recently declassified CIA “Family Jewels” documents, Giancana and Tampa/Miami Syndicate leader Santo Trafficante, Jr. were contacted in September 1960, about the possibility of an assassination attempt by a go-between from the CIA, Robert Maheu, after Maheu had contacted Johnny Roselli, a Mafia member in Las Vegas and Giancana’s number-two man. Maheu had presented himself as a representative of numerous international business firms in Cuba that were being expropriated by Castro. He offered $150,000 for the “removal” of Castro through this operation (the documents suggest that neither Roselli, Giancana, nor Trafficante accepted any sort of payments for the job). According to the files, it was Giancana who suggested using a series of poison pills that could be used to doctor Castro’s food and drink. These pills were given by the CIA to Giancana’s nominee, Juan Orta, whom Giancana presented as being a corrupt official in the new Cuban government and who had access to Castro. After a series of six attempts to introduce the poison into Castro’s food, Orta abruptly demanded to be let out of the mission, handing over the job to another, unnamed participant. Later, a second attempt was mounted through Giancana and Trafficante using Dr. Anthony Verona, the leader of the Cuban Exile Junta, who had, according to Trafficante, become “disaffected with the apparent ineffectual progress of the Junta”. Verona requested $10,000 in expenses and $1,000 worth of communications equipment. However, it is unclear how far the second attempt went, as the entire program was canceled shortly thereafter due to the launching of the Bay of Pigs Invasion in April 1961.[11][12][13]

At the same time, Giancana, according to the “Family Jewels”, approached Maheu to bug the room of his then-mistress Phyllis McGuire, whom he suspected of having an affair with comedian Dan Rowan. Although documents suggest Maheu acquiesced, the bug was not planted due to the arrest of the agent who had been given the task of planting the device. According to the documents, Robert Kennedy moved to block the prosecution of the agent and of Maheu, who was soon linked to the bugging attempt, at the CIA’s request.[13] Giancana and McGuire, who had a long lasting affair, were originally introduced by Frank Sinatra.[14] During part of the affair, according to Sam’s daughter Antoinette, McGuire had a concurrent affair with President Kennedy.[15]



Defying the Boston Mafia

Posted on February 12, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press


Above is me in 1971. I lived on Beacon Hill in this apartment building. I had unlimited guts. I took on the whole world.

In 1971 my attorney told those who refused to move out of our home on 40 Anderson Street, a four story building on Beacon Hill, to move to the top floor for our safety. I was in a legal battle with the brother-in-law of the head of Boston’s Mafia, and they were losing. This guy was a top-notch attorney. The owner of the grocery store down the street who liked me, said;

“They want their building back. They will hurt you.”

When I heard the door being kicked in on the main floor, I rushed downstairs to find the door to the old managers apartment knocked off its hinges. Then I heard the awful sound of the squatter’s three month old black lab having its throat cut. I shouted;

“Get out there!”

There was silence, and then this question;

“Are you the manager?”

“Yes! Get out!”

“You come in here!”
“We got something for you!” said the second voice.

When I refused, they came out carrying bloody knives. I stood my ground. Just them, Shaheb let out a long blast from his horn. He was on the steps with three of my neighbors. These demons folded their knives, walked passed me with smirks on their face, and were out the door. I rushed to find the puppy. I almost fainted when I saw its blood smeared on every wall. I went in search of her and found her body stuffed behind the toilet. I picked her up. She was still warm. I began to cry. I began to wipe her blood off the walls before her owners came home. When they did, I was still crying because it was my vanity, our vanity, that killed her. She was completely innocent. She didn’t have a clue about the battle for the building she lived in. She was happy. She was horrified by the cruelty inflicted on her. I will forever hear her cries.

We won our case. No one likes killers of puppies. Not ever the mob bosses. This is when Shaheb told me he was considering getting guns to fight for the building that was sold in auction to a family construction company who never made the changes they said they were. It took all the light I could muster to talk Shaheb out of a armed stand-off.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2014









The Great Erasmus

Posted on April 17, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press

Six days ago I made an amazing discovery that will change Western Culture and the way we see Shakespeare. The fire at Notre Dame reminds me of Bosch’s panels. Has it occurred to anyone Paris was invaded from – The Underworld? Sometimes I wonder if I am the Arch Angel Michael.

My ancestor, Gottschalk Rosemond, defended the Great Erasmus from the Spanish Inquisition. My kindred, Thomas Wilson, went to Holland as a spy. John Wilson is his grandson. His father, William Wilson, is interred at Saint Georges Chapel. My DNA is found under the floor about ten feet from where William and Harry Windor stand in ther wedding video, I come from a historic and religious heritage that need to be protected. I am the Wilson family historian.

What my moron-distractors can no grasp, is I am authoring several Historic-Fictions, and will go into fantasy dialogue now an then. I also go into a poetic mood. This is an exercise for my own amusement, and will soon publish a few of my books. Nathanial Hawthorne wrote Historic-Fiction. I have been on a genealogical quest for twenty years. I work ten hours a day. I cross paths with people who have an amazing muse. They overpower me at times. Writing is not easy. I love to write! I have graduated from the She-Devil boot camp. I could write in a trench during a battle. If Armageddon comes, I will be the only writer with my head up taking it all in.

I cover the waterfront.

John Presco

Bosch’s Disciple

Posted on February 18, 2019by Royal Rosamond Press

A time portal has opened. The Greek facade on the old grounds of the Bohemian Barrel Company, is a Gate to the Future. John Koster was a member of the Bohemian Club. Did he have this facade made, or, was it salvaged from the earthquake?

John Presco
Copyright 2019

Rosamond Press

How easy my life would be if I claimed I was a Born Again Christian, and say;

“Let’s go to the mall and count the Demonic Baby Killers!”

Not only was my ancestor a good friend of a Pope, he was a friend of the Great Erasmus – whom he defended! Pope Adrien’s papal papers were probably thrown out in the trash by the Medici, along with Gottschalk’s papers? They were at the cusp of the Reformation and, and the center of Dutch Renaissance. Note the wallpaper behind Erasmus, that is like the work of Kehinde Wily, that took me to the very feet of Erasmus and his Habsburg backer – unknowingly!

Members of the Rosemont family were interred in the Minderbroedersklooster that was founded by the Franciscan Monks. Above are my Wieneke kindred who were members of the Order of Saint Francis. This is the real Rose Line. I was…

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