Montana Class Battleships
A Biography
by
John Presco
Copyrght 2023
The true story of two lost souls who met by chance at th e Venice Pier, and ending up owning James Bond, created by my kin, Ian Fleming.
Let me begin by declared Rena and Greg deserved each other. They deserved to be together. They deserved to love one another, and make love together.. Keep this in mind as I take you down Battleship Row in the most devastating tale of Narcissist Hell and Terror. How we surviving – is a miracle! Keep this in mind, because taking this Dark Journey – wil take no prisoners. It will seem like no one will survive, and, everyone deserves – to die!
No sooner was I born, then my name was snatched from me and the nurse at the hospital. Rosemary told me she told this incompetent woman, she want me to be called JON. This, idiot woman put an H in JON, and my mother refused to call me JOHN, so she spoke my middle name…GREGORY! Whenever she uttered “Gregory” she launched into HER WOEFUL BIRGTHING TALE! This Rosy Beauty was surrounded by incompetents who dare demand her attention. I was just born, during n amazing star shower. Already, I was a…..mere distraction! I had dare come between the Rose of the World, and the Star Power that waited her.
Rosemary Rosamond was the thirdy daughter of Mary Magdalene Rosamond, and, Royal Rosamond. When she joined the WAVES, and scored the second highest sore on theer apptitutde test, she was stationed in Seatle where she listed in on Russian radio transmissions. I never heard her speak Russian, so she must have analyzed translated text, and, judged the import? Rosemary was very cryptic about her war-time experiences. I found evidence she was a spy. She had an admirer who appears to be CIA.
Ths morning I had a breaktrough in my therapy. I got a referal for a new therapist in the mail yesterdy. My old therapist said this..
“I don’t know how your survivided!”
I told Barabara..
“That’s an inarpropiate thing to say! “
This mornng I founded a a perfct lesson on what a Nariitist, is. I thught about my fictional creation, Miriam Starfish Christling – The Supreme Narcsists Bodyguard of Victoria Rosemond Bond – who appears to be a very dandgerou puchopath on the verge of killing her Master, he husband. I tured Miriam and Voctoria into Lesbians after I saw Putin’s Cossacks, whipping Pussy Riot. Last night I saw Putin’s goon arresting moruners of The Dead Oppostiton – for dare puting flowers on Navalny’s makeship memporl. His body may never be seen again.
I alredy revealed that Starish may be my dead friend, Bill Arnold. Then I saw his father, Lt.Colnenl Brian C. Arnold who went to West Point. He had bad acne scars on his face. There are scars on the face of this amazing AI creation, that I got permission to aopt by the creator. Then, I behled her, my gudin angel, the woman who saved my life. She might be dead. We shared the mmost Deadly Secret Known To Man – and Womankind! We agreed to tell ech other – THE TRUTH! But, that my not be possible, without destorying…….THE MIRACLE!
The world is spending a trillion dollars on new navy ships, that may be controlled by Psuchotic Narcsisits. Why then shoud the American Taxypayer – biuld one more Weapo of Mass Disctuction? This is the story, the riddle, the……LAST DILEMA! We have to get it right. There is no margin for error.
Today, I declare I WON the Bond Game! James Bond – belongs to me! Is there a hidden reason” How id happen? After seeing the movie ‘The Accountant, I thought about Irene Victoria Christensen, who got A+ on all her report cards, and was given a scholarship to the University of Nebraska. She has a very high 1Q. Bill told me his has a score of 180. These two lost souls are giving me – a boost – somehow! Rena Eaton is the Muse of the Agess. She is…..Helen – who launched a fleet of Montana Class Battleships.!
OMG!!! I just noticed the lettering on the face of The Accountant that looks like the lettering on Starfish’s face that I have being ancient Kabala. What is going on – is the question of this blog. There is another reality and dimension breaking throught – trying to be born! This is why I inherited the Ian Flaming legacy. My grandfather Captained the Constitution and the U.S.S. Enterprise, that will take you where one man or woman – dare go!
Strap in!
Are you ready for the Montana Battle Class Action and hunt – for the turth?
February 18, 2024 Topic: Security Region: Americas Blog Brand: The Reboot Tags: U.S. NavyNavyWorld War IIMontana-ClassBattleshipsMilitary
U.S. Navy’s Montana-Class Battleship: 65,000 Tons Of Raw Power
In the early 1940s, the U.S. Navy planned for the Montana-class battleships, departing from earlier compromises seen in the North Carolina, South Dakota, and Iowa classes. Designed without the constraints of naval treaties, the Montanas were to be the ultimate battleships, prioritizing firepower and armor over speed and being unable to pass through the Panama Canal, symbolizing a strategic shift in U.S. naval design.
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Summary: In the early 1940s, the U.S. Navy planned for the Montana-class battleships, marking a departure from earlier compromises seen in the North Carolina, South Dakota, and Iowa classes. Designed without the constraints of naval treaties, the Montanas were to be the ultimate battleships, prioritizing firepower and armor over speed and unable to pass through the Panama Canal, symbolizing a strategic shift in U.S. naval design. Named after U.S. states, these ships would have boasted formidable 16”/50 caliber guns and superior armor, potentially outmatching any contemporary or planned foreign battleships, including Japan’s Yamato class. However, by 1942, the U.S. Navy pivoted towards carriers as the pivotal naval asset, deeming the Montanas less relevant and eventually shelving the project in favor of more versatile and future-proof vessels like the Midway class aircraft carriers. The Montana class, designed for a different version of WWII, remains a fascinating “what if” in naval history, embodying the zenith of battleship design in an era transitioning towards carrier dominance.
The Second Coming of Martin Eden
Posted on December 31, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
The aircraft carrier USS Dwight D. Eisenhower (CVN 69) on November 26.US Navy photo by Information Technician Second Class Ruskin Naval
- Houthi rebels are threatening US warships and shipping using naval drones, a new report said.
- The commander of a US Navy carrier strike group says these weapons are among the more frightening.
- The use of cheap sea drones has been pioneered, to considerable success, by Ukraine.
US admiral says the fight against the Houthis in the Red Sea is the largest battle the Navy’s fought since World War II
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A US Navy admiral says the conflict against the Houthis in the Red Sea is one of the largest naval battles the US has fought in decades.
“I think you’d have to go back to World War II where you have ships who are engaged in combat,” Vice Adm. Brad Cooper told the “60 Minutes” host Norah O’Donnell in an interview that aired Sunday.
“When I say engaged in combat, where they’re getting shot at, we’re getting shot at, and we’re shooting back,” he continued.
Cooper, the deputy commander of the US Central Command, told CBS’s “60 Minutes” that the Navy had committed about 7,000 sailors to the Red Sea. CBS reported that the Navy had fired about 100 standard surface-to-air missiles against Houthi missiles and drones.
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Since mid-November, Iranian-backed Houthi rebels have been attacking shipping vessels sailing through the Red Sea. These attacks, the rebels have said, are a response to the Israel-Hamas war.
Cooper said it was “crystal clear” that the Houthis couldn’t have mounted those attacks without Iranian support.
“For a decade, the Iranians have been supplying the Houthis. They’ve been resupplying them. They’re resupplying them as we sit here right now, at sea,” Cooper told O’Donnell. “We know this is happening. They’re advising them, and they’re providing targeting information.”
The US has formed an international naval coalition to protect ships passing through the area in response to the attacks. Besides shooting down Houthi missiles and drones, the US has been intercepting Iran’s attempts to smuggle weapons to the Houthis.
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On Thursday, the US Central Command said the US Coast Guard seized more than 200 packages of illegal weapons bound for Yemen last month.
The statement said the shipment, which included ballistic missile components and explosives, had originated in Iran.
“It’s very clear that we are degrading their capability. And every single day they attempt to attack us, we’re eliminating and disrupting them in ways that are meaningful,” Cooper told O’Donnell.
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The case stems from a 2022 request for an advisory opinion by the UN General Assembly. The 15 judges on the court will be asked to consider, as the General Assembly wrote, “the legal consequences arising from the ongoing violation by Israel of the right of the Palestinian people to self-determination, from its prolonged occupation, settlement and annexation of the Palestinian territory occupied since 1967.”
The court, established after World War II as a way for countries to resolve disputes without conflict, will likely take months to issue a ruling. The ICJ opinion will be advisory, not binding.
Monday’s case is separate from the proceedings held in January over an accusation from South Africa that Israel was committing genocide in its war against Hamas following the October 7 attacks.
That case saw an overwhelming majority of the court order Israel to prevent genocide against Palestinians in Gaza, while stopping short of calling for Israel to suspend its military campaign, as South Africa had requested. At the time, Israel had already indicated it would not accept the ICJ’s ruling, with Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s office writing on X that “nobody will stop us – not The Hague, not the axis of evil and not anybody else.”
Dueling perspectives
Monday’s case concerning the West Bank began with remarks from Palestinian Authority Foreign Minister Riyad al-Maliki.
“Successive Israeli governments have given the Palestinian people only three options: displacement, subjugation or death,” al-Maliki said. “But our people are here to stay, they have a right to live in freedom and dignity in their ancestral land. They will not forsake their rights.”
Al-Maliki called for an end to “double standards in handling the Palestinian issue,” advocating for the ICJ to recognize the Palestinian people’s right to self-determination.
“The right to self-determination does not lapse by statute of limitations and is non-negotiable, and the Israeli occupation must end without conditions,” he said on Monday. “It is time to put an end to the double standards that have kept our people captive for too long. International law has to be applied to all states.
Bill
Posted on February 20, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
Bill
by
John Presco
Copyright 2020
“And now…..designed for war!”
And now…. for the story of Bill…the impossible story…that can’t be written. It is too profound, too – fucking insane! The wise men and their muses that cranked out those ancient Greek tragedies, stir, from their un-Christian-like slumber, in the shadows of the pillars, cradled in the lap of Diana, laying like drunken Dionysus bitches …waiting for the second coming of – a true tragedy!
Only after I heard Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, spat in the face of the director of Suddenly Last Summer, did I get a glimpse of that Brilliant America that blossomed after the impossible victory over Japan and Nazi Germany. And, here he come, crawling, retired Lieutenant Bryan C. Arnold in his long johns, crawling along the floor of the Arnold living room, as Bill and I watched the Twilight Zone? Perhaps it was the Ernie Kovacs Show, that was interrupted by the gangly frame of a six foot four Veteran, who the Army had trouble getting rid of, because, he was not right in the head.
Bill and I had been friends for one miraculous month, and, he complemented me on my painting I did that toured the world. I was twelve. Bill was six months older. We were both artists. This is what bonded and grounded us.
“You have good powers of deduction. I want you to come and spend the night in my house. I need you to see something. I want you to be my witness.”
Mr. Arnold crawled but a foot from me. I was startled. Something must be wrong. Why is this big grown man crawling along the floor in his log johns? I glanced at Bill and he was looking at me sideways. He was carefully studying me. He desperately needed to see how my mind was taking this in. I watched Bill’s father disappear in the dark as he crawled past the dining room table. Bill quickly looked at the T.V. He didn’t want me to think anything unusual was going on. I should pay it no mind as he was bid to pay it no mind…all his live-long -days! How would I endure this one solitary hour? Would I ever be the same? Where do you put a vision like this? Maybe I should go home, call my Mommy on the phone.
“Hello Rosemary. Would you please come get me. My friend’s father is scaring me. He’s not – normal!”
“Buck up! Did I tell you your father stole your dental appointments, and this is why you kids have rotten teeth?”
“Never mind!”
Then, here he come again, down the hall that leads to the kitchen. This was not an anomaly. Again I felt Bill’s hard look. The light from the T.V. was blocked. I heard faint grunting. Now I got it. What Bill was waiting for was me to break out in hysterical laughter. I could tell he was proud of me after the third pass. Then, Mr. Arnold got up off the floor, and grabbed this exercise device with two red handles, and stood there flexing his muscles, looking dead at us.
Squizzle! Squizzle! Squizzle!
“Are you boys enjoying your T.V. show?”
That was it for Bill. He now had proof that his father was a fucking nut, and this was not normal, for I was a normal boy, and a very good boy, then. He read me like a black plastic eight ball.
Bill pointed at his father and let go this jack-ass laugh that I know his wife Virginia heard, she waiting for her husband to come to bed and make vigorous Army Love. I know Vicki Arnold heard it, and pulled the covers over her head.
This family had spent years in military camps in France and Japan, and, now they were out of the army. And now….here was their first American friend. The Good Witness was here! Bryan had fucked up in battle. He sent troops to their death. Bill later took me down into the basement – where the Arnold war booty was stored – to watch his father’s home movies.
“That’s my father in a trench, on the front line, or so he says. This is staged. He was convinced he was going to be a famous general.”
I could not believe my good fortune. I thought my family was eccentric and, troubled, but this was over the top! I understood I was in a movie – a great movie. I made mental notes that have driven me insane over the years, for who would believe – it?
Bill’s laughter was blowing my mind. It was utterly disrespectful. My father would have beaten the shit out of Bill, or me. Mr. Arnold had a acme scarred face. He managed a smile, and said;
“Ha! Ha! Yourself!”
In no time I found out it was true, that Bryan Arnold beat Bill black and blue. A friend saw my new friend playing on the field at school.
“He had these red welts all over his back. He said his father beat him!”
Well, enough of this. I have written as much as I can. I don’t have to write about this – at all – because I am in therapy, and, we are working on my dissociation. I am learning to be in my body, perhaps for the first time. Consider this a little scouting mission into The Military Twilight Zone that is way more berserk than the Civilian Twilight Zone. This movie was made at the PX where I taken shopping in the Arnold Staff Car, the 1948 black Chrysler. The Arnolds had no friends. Their adjustment to civilian life – was an utter failure! I was their last hope. I was their….Civilian Experiment.
At the PX Bill took me to the Canned Army Exotic Food Section. There were no labels on the can, just a purplish stamp on top.
Here is Cream of Macaroni and Cheese. Have you ever had Chewy Chopped Cow Tongue, or Spicy Turkey Neckes? How about Vaseline in a eighty ounce can, or Tooth Paste in a gallon can? Do the Presco’s need a big can of tooth brushes? Come here, dig in and help yourself to some army can openers. They got fifty of these cardboard barrels in the warehouse.”
Did I tell you Bill dies twenty-four minutes after my eighteenth birthday? I can’t full handle that, yet. We tried to save him. My dear friend was the last casualty of World War Two. He tried to save himself. One day we are going down the back steps, when Bill spots his father’s used condom hanging on the clothesline with clothespin.
“Have you ever seen a rubber before?”
“No.”
“My father is too cheap to use a new one every time. The sperm is collected here. Wait here.”
Bill had an I.Q. of one hundred and eighty. He came back with a pin and began poking holes in the sperm reservoir.
“Why are you doing that? Won’t…….”
“I need a brother so my father will concentrate on him, and not me!”
I understood I was in the presence of greatness. Riding with Bill in the massive back seat of the Chrysler…. took me out of my family – forever!
I just sent an e-mail to Seth Zachary who is associated with Meg Whitman. I thought about blocking out his e-mail so my Female Gas Lighters won’t contact him, and show him the fake WANTED poster that Alley Valkyrie posted. If I am perceived as INSANE, then I will do a Harvey routine.
J.P.
Bryan Coffield Arnold
Posted on December 17, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press
Bryan C. Arnold 1937
Cullum No. 10973 • Nov 14, 1987 • Died in Los Altos, CA
Interred in Alta Mesa Cemetery, Palo Alto, CA
When I beheld a photo of Bryan C. Arnold last night, I saw my late friend brought back to life. Since his death in 1964 I have had dreams where he appears and is carrying on our great friendship. I am overjoyed. Alas, the great tragedy can be lifted. Then, the bright sunlight that had filled the room, begins to fade. I am heartbroken at yet another lesson that Bill gives, being, all is illusion, and only the truth will set you free.
“What is the truth, Bill?”
When I look at Bryan’s face I see the chiseled face of a warrior that moves the world. It does not contain ideas, as much as it moves whole concepts to its liking. They don’t make faces like this anymore. This is a Norman, a large man of six feet four inches. This is a man I now find much love for. This face is not that of my mortal enemy, because alas I know what he wanted all his life, a close trustworthy friend who would be honest, and always tell him the truth.
Bill Arnold had such a friend in me. I was his foil to his father, who came at William all the time, in his unbending duty to break his will. Reading his father was a Jurist and Mayor of a small town in Texas – whose mother was an artist – allowed me read between the stoic lines of this infamous and tragic tug-of-war, that ended up ruining so many lives. This story is bigger than Texas!
I remember the day Bill took me home to wash the outside windows on the house on Wayne after school. When Mr. Arnold came around the corner to see how the job was going, I was overwhelmed by the sight of him. He was a giant, but it was the look on his face. I glanced at Bill who was intently studying me. He needed to see my reaction. Growing up in Army camps he did not make close friends. We had become wonderful friend-artists in the last week. I think Bill was wondering if I was going to run away.
“And, who is this, Bill? You didn’t tell me you were going to get someone to help you. You should have cleared it with me, first.”
Having grown up around Prussian career soldiers, and Captain Vic, I was not intimidated. I got what was going on. Bill was being punished for some infraction. It was his duty to wash all the windows on two-story Arnold house, all by himself. But, Bill has pulled a sneaky. He went and made himself a friend – a civilian!
You have to understand, that everything was exaggerated between these two – puffed up! It was a War of Big Egos – Texas style! Jaspar the Ghost was lurking about, shaming his son, Bryan never able to do anything right! So, what was I going to get out of this. In a week I understood I was the designated witness, the fair judge, the third man in the ring.
When I didn’t go away and hide, and came back again and again, and when the Leutenant saw I was a hardworking loyal friend to Bill and the Arnold household, I could see Bryan took a liking to me. Bill informed me this was because we were both Libras in need of balance.
Why didn’t my friend tell me his father was a thespian, a poet, and a singer. I would never had guessed such a thing. But, employing my Vulcan skill of reading deeply into photgraphs, I could see Bill staring at this image, he taking it out of a drawer, and staring at it for hours.
Seven hours after Bill’s funeral, and while being driven across the San Mateo bridge in a huge storm, the Texas Giant, speaks. He asks me to be his son, now that his son was dead. I look at this image of a lonely man, whose father perhaps turned his back on Bryan, and now understand Bryan is asking me to be his friend. I can’t tell you how deep was my grief, deeper that any tears, as I went down, down, down into the depths of two souls that were at war with another. This father and son, is the beggining of the Vietnam War story. Here is, Darth Vader and his son, Luke. For there are no true villians in stories like this one. For, we are all forgivable, when we set out to capture beauty, for just a little while.
Because there is a being in us that is eternal. We conspire to be remembered, when we realize we will not live forever. Bryan Coffield Arnold has a memorable face. But, in God’s name, tell me what is going on behind that great mask.
If you look at the small photo of Bryan, you can see he is disfigured. Mr. Arnold had a terrible case of acme as a teenager that left him scarred for life. A professional was brought in to remove the scars in the West Point photo. Bill put me thru a test. He wanted me to see how I reacted to his deformed father who had his skin sandpapered off in Japan.
Before I lay eyes on Bill, I heard about him. My friend told me about a new kid in school that played football without his shirt on.
“He has these welts on his back. I think his father beats him. He doesn’t care if we see this.”
Bryan Coffield Arnold captured my beautiful friend, and he never let him go, not even when he drove onto the railroad tracks, and was killed by a train.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2014
Bryan Coffield Arnold, born in Gatesville, Texas, on 1 October 1913, was the son of a distinguished jurist, Jasper Henry Arnold, and his artist wife, Ray Coffield Arnold. Attending elementary and high school in Gatesville, he was introduced to the military through a year of CMTC, two years of Reserve Officer Training Corps, and a year in the Texas National Guard. This, together with his high school football and drama experience, surely helped persuade Congressman O.H. Cross of the Eleventh Congressional District (Texas) to select and appoint Bryan to the United States Military Academy at West Point, to which Bryan matriculated in 1933.
Early in his plebe year it became apparent that Bryan marched to a different drummer, determinedly so. His deep and abiding belief, which he was to sustain all his life, in the brotherhood of all mankind and in equal justice under all law endeared him to his friends and profoundly disturbed others, not the least of whom were his military superiors. Even so, in June 1937, having fully participated for four years in sports, choir, and Hundreth Night Shows, and having regularly been in attendance on the yard, Bryan stood proudly with his classmates to receive his commission as a second lieutenant of Infantry.
Of his years in the service, Bryan was later, in retrospect, to write, “My career was far from outstanding, but I tried to play the game honestly, and did my duty usually as I understood it, although as a human being the understanding was often fallible.”
Pearl Harbor found him commanding Headquarters Company of the 21st Infantry Regiment at Schofield Barracks, Territory of Hawaii. Soon after, Captain Arnold transferred to the Air Transport Command, where he was assigned as intelligence officer and adjutant of the 18th Transport Group in Amberly, Australia. He remained in this assignment until his return to the States in 1944 to attend the 18th General Staff Course at Fort Leavenworth.
Taking time out to marry Eugenia Smith in Cincinnati, Ohio, he returned to duty at the Army Training Center at Hamilton Field, California until the war’s end. Now, after completing a re-
fresher course at Fort Benning, Bryan returned to his first love, as Infantry battalion commander at Camp Fannin, Texas. An interesting detail as radiological safety officer for “Operation Crossroad” at Bikini Atoll preceded a short tour at Fort McClellan, Alabama. He then took his family to Fort Jackson, where he served as a battalion commander in the 10th Infantry Regiment.
In February 1946, Eugenia bore him a son who was to die tragically in 1965. In 1950, after the birth of daughter Victoria Lee, Major Arnold moved his family to France for four years while he served in various assignments, the last a two-year stint as deputy post commander at Brus-sac. Then, following a tour as Bud Underwood’s deputy at Fort Niagara, he spent sixteen months in Korea, and eighteen months at Camp Zama in Japan. He retired as a lieutenant colonel in 1961 and took his family to Oakland, California, to begin life as a civilian.
After five years in Oakland, during which Bryan worked in real estate, and Eugenia as a secretary at Modern Day School, they moved to southern California. Here Bryan worked for the city of Mountain View, then for the state, first for the Department of Water Resources, and later for the Highway Department. He also served as editor of the American Right of Way Association Newspaper. Eugenia began working in El Camino Hospital in 1965, where she was to remain for 21 years.
Physical difficulties forced Bryan’s retirement in 1983. About this time he moved into his daughter’s home in Los Angeles, and died in a nursing home in Sunnyvale in November 1987.
Our gentle Texan, with the voice of an angel, has gone. May God grant him rest.
Dr. Henry Summerfield Arnold (b. April 17, 1837, d. July 10, 1913)
Henry Summerfield Arnold was born April 17, 1837 in Mount Pleasant, Tennessee, and died July 10, 1913 in Coryell County, Texas. He married Polly Molly Walker on November 19, 1865 in Brazos County, Texas, daughter of William Calvin Walker and Nancy Bolton.
More About Henry Summerfield Arnold and Polly Molly Walker:
Marriage: November 19, 1865, Brazos County, Texas.
Children of Henry Summerfield Arnold and Polly Molly Walker are:
- Edwin P. Arnold, b. August 15, 1866, Texas, d. September 15, 1910.
- Jasper Henry Arnold, b. 1869, Texas, d. date unknown.
- George J. Arnold, b. May 01, 1871, Texas, d. date unknown.
- Joseph Arnold, b. September 01, 1874, Texas, d. date unknown.
- Robert Marion Arnold, b. 1876, Texas, d. date unknown.
- Harry Lee Arnold, b. March 1880, Texas, d. 1934.
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