“Goodbye sea!”
Lazarus has risen.
Bill’s favorite movie was ‘Of Mice And Men’. He saw me as George, and he was Lenny.
The sun rose twenty minutes ago. Today is Easter. I have been looking for a way to forgive Bill and my mother – for betraying me! Bill wanted me to shoot him in the back of the head, because he was my Judas, and he loved Rosemary and I – to death! There are some stories – BIGGER THAN LIFE – and thus all the characters in This Epic Tale – are forgiven!
I was seventeen when I hitchhiked to New York. I was living in a strange room at the Saint George Hotel in the Village when my antique phone rang. It was Bill. Rosemary gave him my number. Bill said he had something very important to tell me. He changed his mind. It was the last time I heard his voice. He was going to tell me he was my mother’s lover. My therapost said this;
“I don’t know how you survived!”
She was looking at the real possibility I would have killed myself – if Bill told me the truth.
So it is – my story to tell. What a God-awful story. Thanks! Bill was a coward. He almost told me the truth when I stayed with him in Oakland for a week. He wondered if I would kill him. My mother was afraid – I would kill her – if I knew………THE TRUTH! And then – shoot myself in the head?
John Presco
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phaedra_(film)
In East of Eden, Steinbeck’s depiction of the family Scapegoat equals anything
the Bible has to offer, for not only is Cal the cause of everything going wrong,
he is the last person in the world his older brother and father would look to
make things right. In this way he is doubly condemned, he made a goat after
being un-made a man.Like the scene of all that lettuce rotting in those box
cars, my brother and I were witness to my father’s red truck broke down on the
Nimitz freeway with a broken axle because he overloaded it with hundred bags of
potatoes his whole family spent the weekend grading in a big warehouse in
Hayward. When my mother had to come to our rescue in her little blue Ford
Anglia, she grabbed the reigns from Vic in front to his sons, his fellow
workers. We cringed at the sight of his humiliation.
Report From The Pierrot Incest Clinic
Posted on February 24, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press
“The family began to drift as well, though in separate directions. A vile darkness was falling on the Prescos, much of it still unmentioned today. Yet nothing seemed to be able to halt it’s course, except perhaps the resilience of the children themselves.”
Tom Snyder
Longevity & Zardoz vs. Healthcare Affordability
Posted on July 14, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
I found God today. He’s the guy who could not get a date in High School – or College!
Report From The Pierrot Incest Clinic
by
John Presco
Copyright 2024
IDEA for a cable series about a Nationwide Incest Clinic that is turning away millions, after the MAGA cult – CRASHED! Tens of thousands of women, who have employed every tool invented by man, to elude the truth they were victims of incest, are flocking to the clinic located in the woods of Marin.
This series about incest is told by me, and alleged victim of incest according to Tom Snyder, who is not a family member, never knew us, or met the famous artist Rosamond. Christine Crawford, Carrie Fisher, and Harry and Meghan published tell-all bios – ABOUT THEIR FAMILY – and were highly criticized. Their families were thrown into chaos. Why then do outsiders get to do evil to the alleged victims of incest – purely FOR MONEY? Christine Crawford was accused of exploiting her famous mother – FOR MOMEY! Executor, Sydney Morris sold our family legacy to an outsider who paid off the creditors, including Larry Chazen, a top Getty advisor. Morris said he OKed the book and movie to regenerate interest in Rosamond’s art – for the sake of the heirs and creditors. I claim I am doing the same. And, its O.K. MY FAMILY – SUFFERED! Getting money – TOO – wont’ hurt! I can handle the criticism, along with the idea incest victims go on to be predictors. How about you? Watch my show!
BUY A ROSAMOND
I may come out with a line of ROSY SNEAKERS to pay for my legal fees.
This series is inspired by the visitors I had in my home two days ago. They are a (nameless) married couple who live across the street. They were admiring my paintings. Two of them are unfinished. The wife is an aspiring artist, and gave me some good feedback. I gave her Rosamond’s bio to read, written by a hired ghost writer – who never met Christine Rosamond or her family. Beatrice ( fictitious name) read pages from Snyder’s Book of Roguish Lies, and soon came to….The Incest Section
“Precisely how much incest was visited upon the children (and grandchildren) by Vic and Rosemary Presco is not known, and need not be repeated here. What is clear, though, is that the affects echoes through generations of the family.”
To read this was bad enough. To hear it being read by a neighbor – was horrific! My friend wanted to know how Tom knew so much. Tom is saying – HE HAS MORE DARK SECRETS! Was he priming the reader for a sequel, or, the Rosamond Movie they hired another ghost writer to write a screenplay.
Her name is Stacey Pierrot whose father owns a huge Nip and Tuck hospital. For years I wondered if he leant his daughter money to buy the Rosamond Estate that was insolvent.
STOP! I just googled the origins of Q-Anon, after realizing this post, and my idea, resemble Q-Anon, whose followers were found guilty of Insurrection. I ran for Governor as a Republican. I loathe Trump and his gangs. The exploitation of children by hired ghost writers – is evil!. Snyder’s book came out in when Drew Benton was a minor. She and her friends in high school read this – evil. Vic did not molest a teenage girl. She was in her twenties and worked for him in his home. Christine believed she was murdered. When I was in therapy I showed my therapist the photography of Christine and Rosemary and Micky Rooney’s first home where Rosamond got married to the actor, Rick Partlow. My therapist said…..”Your mother’s evil!” Tom Snyder – proves it – FOR MONEY!
“Within months, Vic molested a teenage girl. The moment that Christine heard of the attack, she knew that this was not the first time Vic had transgressed. Childhood memories of being violated came flooding back to her.This epiphany was too much for Christine. Aware that she had a problem with alcohol, she’d been abstaining throughout her marriage to Garth. But now, she needed an anesthetic and started drinking with a vengeance. She also decided that all men were capable of abusing their daughters and, fearing that Garth might hurt their seven-year-old daughter, Drew, she asked him for a divorce”.
When I talked with Snyder he came off as steeped in psychological matters. He insister I sign a NDA, ad threatened me with attorneys. He is ot damaged by INCEST in his own family, or, was he a PRESCO FAMILY VICTIM. He knew I was authoring a self-help book, and stole the story of the space mice. I am suffering from critical physical ailments that are tied to my mental wellbeing. Pierrot and Snyder are unfeeling narcissists who have stolen the identity of Christine and John Presco – TO MAKE MONEY!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mommie_Dearest
“Elizabeth’s problems in 1960 were basically the same as they were in 1990,” said her husband, Eddie Fisher. “She had become addicted to every pill on the market – pills to help her sleep, pills to keep her awake, pills to dull her pain, pills and more pills.”
Fisher had troubles of his own. According to actress Shelley Winters, who stayed at the Dorchester during her appearance in the London production of Lolita, Eddie spent hours drinking heavily at the hotel bar. “He was in a very depressed and despairing mood,” she wrote. “He looked as if he was evaluating what he had done to his career and his life by divorcing … Debbie Reynolds.”
In March 1960 the Fishers returned to the West Coast, taking up residence at the Beverly Hills Hotel. In her descriptive history of the hotel, The Pink Palace, author Sandra Lee Stuart recounts how each day the hotel maids in charge of the Fisher-Taylor bungalow found “a trail of clothes .. starting at the front door, going through the living room and into the bedroom.”
The bathroom contained “all of Taylor’s numerous makeup bottles, wands and brushes” scattered about “as if a cyclone had hit a Bloomingdale’s cosmetics counter.”Sometimes there would be smudges of lipstick on the ceiling, although nobody could figure out how they got there. The dining-room table was covered with dozens of “half-empty bottles of liquor, jars of vitamin pills, and diamond bracelets, earrings and rings, all of which Liz had flung higgledy-piggledy.”
Lawsuit Against Buck, Chazen, Pierrot, and Comstock
Posted on June 21, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
I am asking my daughter, Heather Hanson, to join me in a lawsuit against those who attacked our Miracle, and all but destroyed us.
Heather Hanson never met my world famous sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, who drowned on her first sober birthday. After her funeral, three women from Christine’s AA group approached me and informed me “Today is her sober birthday”. They invited me to her home group. They wanted me to speak. There was no Recovery message. Instead, Stacey Pierrot approached my mother and I, got down on one knee, took Rosemary’s hand, and said;
“Don’t let the dream die!”
Pierrot came up to me with a jar of Christine’s brushes.
“Take one!” she offered.
Down in the basement of the Rosamond gallery, I saw Pierrot hand my uncle Dick two prints. He rolled them up and carried them to his car. The gallery and Christine’s house would have been sealed by the executor, Vicki Presco. Tom Snyder said members of my family looted my sister’s home after the funeral. This liar asked about my 16 year old minor child whose full attention should have been on establishing a relationship with her fathter for the first time. I told Heather and her mother I began a recovery book in 1992 after being in therapy, looking for a way to repair the rent in our bond after a night of using in Christine’s home.
Bonds With Angels begins with my sisters and the ol crone up the street seeing an angel bathed in a bright blue light. I associated her with the painting of the angel I saw on McClure’s Beach. She come out of the sea carrying The World that she offers back to me. I had a death experience. I associate this angel with Gabriel, who appeared to John’s father, and Mary the mother of Jesus. I also identify Gabriel as the unnamed angel in the birth of Sampson the Nazarite.
I declared myself a Nazarite in 1989. I associate Heather coming into my life with the three women who took the oath of the Nazarite because “God had closed their womb”. What does this mean? It means sexual intercourse took place, but, the holy agreement was not fulfilled. God had rendered these women His Virgins. They had children while old in years. I was fifty-five years of age when I became a father.
I know Patrice Hanson is repulsed by Christianity, she in the vanguard of the Wiccan Women Movement. I saw a video of fourteen years old Heather being initiated into a women’s group – with sweat lodge! The first day I spent with Heather began with an even at the Scientology Mission in Santa Rosa. My sixteen year old showed me her Auditing Book she took from a shelf. Millions of women believe Christianity is The Enemy. Aunt Linda Comstock hates Christianity and Alcoholics Anonymous. She is a raging alcoholic who did not give birth to a child. She considers Heather – her child! So does her alcoholic brother – who was also threatened by my Sobriety.
I am done watching Breaking Bad after he allowed the beautiful daughter of that poor sober father, who went back to drinking, to die, because she was A THREAT to Walt and his clean and protected family. His wife born a child late in her life. I have to consider whether the write of this show has read my blog that is my desperate cry for help, and my place of Sharing my sobriety and all the attacks upon my Sobriety. This includes my neighbors who invoke the name of Belle Burch and Alley Valkyrie who threatened me.
Executor Sydney Morris sold My Family Recovery to an outsider who I met for the first time at Christine’s funeral. Morris blessed Pierrot’s book and movie in hope it would renew interest in Rosamond’s visual art. Snyder USED the recovery program millions of my Brother and Sisters in AA need – TO STAY ALIVE! Everyone in Heather’s family should have read this book that describes my sister’s abuse of alcohol that all but destroyed her. There was connection to me and my claim I made to Morris, that all the interests of the Rosamond Estate would honor my Living Sobriety. I wrote;
“In AA were do not honor dead drunks, but those drunks who are born again in sobriety!”
Never was this message made clearer then the appearance of Heather in my life. Everyone should have gotten behind US. My daughter was going to my Sober Muse. She would inspire me that much more, and, be proof, that sobriety works. She could have been a healer and life-safer to many young people who are on the brink of misusing alcohol. I should have bee funded. I should have gotten my Recovery Book out in 2001. It could have been written – overnight! It had written itself! Then, Heather was disappeared from my life. I believe this was done to thwart my book, that I will now publish Part One of in two weeks, or less.
The last time I had a conversation with my daughter was over the giant pee stain in the back seat of the car my sister Vicki rented for us at the family reunion. My grandson said this on our drive to the airport;
“Linda peed her pants and made a funny joke!”
Bill Cornwell said this to me on the phone;
“Maybe you pissed in that seat and are too mentally ill to recall!”
My grandson will be my first witness. Then, Cornwell with take the stand. To accuse Heather’s father, and Tyler’s grandfather, of emptying his bladder of the pitchers of beer he drank, is an utter disgrace that I should never have been exposed to. Sydney Morris allowed Stacey Pierrot to title her self “Caretaker” of our families Creative Legacy.
Take not of the big picture of beer in the photo below, and, who hovers over it. That is Linda Comstock posing with Tyler Hunt. Heather posted this on her facebook knowing I look at it. That is Linda’s lover, Flip, who dies of acute alcoholism after toasting my grandson with a mug of been in a bar. This is the beer that was ejected from a drunken pig, and then she sat in her own urine for the two hour drive home. I don’t think a writer for a bad-ass series could have come up with this. It is over the top! It was aimed at destroying my sobriety. I want to hear the funny punchline that Tyler hears – in court!
Heather is rising to the top of the Women’s Healing movement. She claims she had turned her life around. Prove it, by giving me a call and giving me a heartfelt apology! Look at the top photo. I see Tyler holding a beer while sitting on the lap of a drunken monster. Bill was born on my father’s birthday. Heather was born on my mother’s birthday. Both of my parents were extremely abusive alcoholics. It is in Tyler’s DNA to become alcoholic.
When I went to my family reunion at Vicki’s home, aunt Linda lived nearby. I wanted to meet Ms. Comstock. I didn’t know she had launched a pro-alcohol campaign, and wanted me a my sister to invest in a Bar&Grill. Flip and Linda were telling Heather her life would have been next to perfect if I was a ‘Party Daddy’ who drank with her, and had fun with that Fun Couple, who wanted to set up a bar in Vicki’s house to show-off Flip’s professional bartender skills. He was also going to cook. He was the role model Linda wanted for her niece, who titles her aunt a Gold-digger for marry a rich attorney for his money. I hold these drunks responsible for my falling out with Vicki again – and the terrible condition she is in! I am glad Flip – died! I want to sue Linda to the curb where she will die in the gutter, choking on her own vomit! I stopped watching Breaking Bad because it is not real. It is fiction!
As an adult, Heather chose to believe that I was a religious prig who got off telling her how to live her life. In my book I will discuss the Essenes who were into healing balms and angels. I suspect Jewish Women support the Essene Community that John the Baptist was a member of. My book will liberate women from the evangelical prigs who force women to undergo improper healing procedures because they are shame-based. My lawsuit is aimed at publishing and promoting my books, that I believe will heal many people. It is my desire to bring a lawsuit against evangelical lawmakers.
I believe the Buck Institute goes against the wishes of Beryl Buck who left her fortune to help the poor of Marine. We need studies on how poverty and alcoholism is inherited in our DNA. We need a sane, and a moral understanding what a true legacy is, verses trying to eliminate aging. We are regenerated via our children and grandchildren who should be taught in school what a genealogy is, what a Will is, and, what our parents and grandparents expect. The young are taught that our elders want blind obedience and respect, and thus it is their duty to rebel and be totally selfish. Thanks to Buck Money our offspring will be able to spit and laugh in our faces, now that they do not age – as fast! Look at this witchy freak. What’s wrong with her eyes? She’s right out of Disney!
“Come her my little my pretty. Come close so I can grab your dog by its neck! It has fleas, who suck the longevity out of me! My blood is too precious to waste on fleas!”
When my sister in AA heard I was going to see my daughter and her newborn child, then go see the lost family tomb, she gave me an AA Angel Coin that I slipped into a crack caused by the last big earthquake. We had lunch in the graveyard. I did not know the Stuttmeisters were Odd Fellows, who were evicted from their graves, and move here.
Don’t let our family dream – die!
Am I my daughter’s Guardian Angel? I did die………….and come back.
John Presco
The Marin Community Foundation oversees the Buck Trust’s $923 million in assets, which began with the estate of Marin resident Beryl Buck.
The trust was valued at $7 million at the time of Buck’s death in 1975.
In 1986, the San Francisco Foundation, which initially managed the trust, lost a lengthy legal battle to distribute the money throughout the Bay Area. As a result, the Marin Community Foundation was established to distribute the money only in Marin County, in accordance with Buck’s will.
Each year, the foundation contributes about 4 percent of the Buck Trust’s assets to Marin County organizations.
Another 1 percent of the assets funds three major projects: the Buck Institute for Age Research in Novato; the Buck Institute for Education, an organization that researches the practice of teaching and process of learning; and the Marin Institute, which attempts to reduce alcohol abuse.
My Father the Rape Artist
Posted on May 20, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press
Capturing Beauty
Chapter Two
My Father the Rape Artist
My late sister, the World Famous Artist, believed our father killed one of his secretaries by overdosing her with a Date Rape pill. Her parents returned $10,000 dollars to my father that they found in her safe deposit box. Vic did not want to pay his taxes, so I suspect he had his loyal young secretaries stash away the money he gathered as a Loan Shark.
Rena Rosemary as Cassandra
Posted on April 12, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Capturing Beauty
by
John Presco
Copyright 2021
All night long I dreamed about Cassandra the Trojan Seer of Doom. By sea and land the armies of Russia and China – that Herbert Armstrong saw as our enemies in his prophecies – are threatening The Troops of Freedom. The false evangelicals who attacked all Democrats, failed to see the real enemy of Democracy, and employed Israel against the Bohemians of America.
When I was thirteen Rosemary showed me her one fan letter from a woman she went to Ventura High School with, who raved about her role in the movie ‘Helen of Troy’- that she was not in. Janette Scott played Cassandra. This letter was The Presco Claim To Fame for years. I was determined to become famous so we could replace this case of mistaken identity.
I am heading back to therapy after reading Julie Lynch’s declaration from Dead Rosamond about the incest of millions of American Girls that did much – to further destroy the Rosamond BRAND. The women I know do not want to be associated with this Cesspool of Incest Pierrot and Morris created in our creative legacy. We are ankle deep in incest sludge. I am, the only survivor, unless Mark Presco – the neo-Nazi – is still alive.
Again I found the hotel BELMOND in Venice that is associated with the name Cipriani. I blogged on this twenty years ago, but that blog was hacked. I wonder if BELMONT is the source name. The owners are very protective of this BRAND. and promote it the way the ROSAMOND name should have been promoted – without tortured and sexually abused children running all over the place. I am thinking of writing books under a female pseudonym lest I be mistakenly identified as a Dirty Father Who Lusts After My Daughter. How does this sound..
The Innocent Rose of Belmunde
Rosemary Belmunde ‘The Lost Cherubs of Belmont’.
Above is a pic of Tom Snyder at his home in Oxnard next to aunt Lillian. This mean looking man allowed my aunt to attack my DEAD MOTHER ROSEMARY in his vile book – full of CHILD INCEST. Both Rosamond Sisters dated Errol Flynn. Do you think Rosemary wants to get revenge against Snyder – who wrote a book on Highway 66? Look at those sensitive eyes. How big of a dude does he look to you. Would you allow your young daughter near him?
“Stay away from this devious liar!” cries Rosemary Belmunde from her grave! “And avoid Carmel – at all costs!”
There is no evident any of the Rosamond authors – other than myself – wrote about child abuse in order to help other adults who suffered such abuse, or, even seek to warn children and their mothers. I will consult an attorney to see if SELLING accusations of incest to the highest bidder – is legal! Resembles Child Trafficking to me. Lynch introduced the name of my latest Dead Sister, as if to have her sign off on more tales of sex abuse, which is a huge turn-off to Rosamond Fans who collect her work, and want to be seen as being suave, in full control, wise to the ways of a sophisticated world, and, not bedraggled victims – hitting the sauce!
(15) “Helen Of Troy” Royal Film Premiere (1956) – YouTube
Within months, Vic molested a teenage girl. The moment that Christine heard of the attack, she knew that this was not the first time Vic had transgressed. Childhood memories of being violated came flooding back to her.This epiphany was too much for Christine. Aware that she had a problem with alcohol, she’d been abstaining throughout her marriage to Garth. But now, she needed an anesthetic and started drinking with a vengeance. She also decided that all men were capable of abusing their daughters and, fearing that Garth might hurt their seven-year-old daughter, Drew, she asked him for a divorce.
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Lillian Molnar and Incest
Posted on April 5, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Capturing Beauty
by
John Presco
Copyright 2021
In 2002 I flew to Bullhead City to meet with my aunt, Lillian Molnar, to interview her for my autobiography. I brought along a little tape recorder and used two tapes until Vicki Presco recorded a cassette on her stereo. Several months later while on the phone to Lillian, she tells me Tom Snyder and Scott Hale are coming to her trailer to interview her. Both men, or just one, is her neighbor. I told her this is a betrayal of her nephew and a verbal agreement. She could care less. When I read how she goes after my mother, her sister, in Snyder’s Book of Lies, I went into therapy. Last night, I read this. Every time I picked up that book I see another vile demon – that I missed – somehow!
“The family began to drift as well, though in separate directions. A vile darkness was falling on the Prescos, much of it still unmentioned today. Yet nothing seemed to be able to halt it’s course, except perhaps the resilience of the children themselves.”
What the fuck does this mean; ” perhaps the resilience of the children themselves.”? How old must a Presco be before they stop being betrayed by an adult? I sent Snyder an e-mail and told him I had tapes of my interview with Lillian who is going to be in a book where Vic Presco is accused of taking Christine into his car and sexually molesting her. I am sure Lillian did not like to read that, as she defended Vic when Shannon accused him of raping her. Vicki told me she regretted denigrating her sister – while on her death bed. But, she did not call me and say she was sorry for BETRAYING me. Molesting your children – IS A GREAT BETRAYAL! That’s what it feels like. It does not feel good! There is no special CHILD RESILIANCE. Tom Snyder is not a psychiatrist. I got on google and researched who gets to author a book on child incest. A hired ghost writer – was not on the list. These books are written BY VICTIMS as a form of therapy.
This morning, before I had my cup of coffee, I googled “sex with minor California”. I got hits on “statutory rape”. This is the main reason my newfound daughter , Heather Hanson, was disappeared from my life. After I met Ryan Hunt who my daughter told me was nineteen, she said this;
“His friends couldn’t believe he got a girl like me. They told him he doesn’t deserve me!”
Heather implied this was some sort of goddess-charity work, and she was doing some kind of healing on this Bad Boy who was into cocaine. When we went to lunch I could tell the four of them had been partying. One girl knew I could tell. We went to the Oakland Museum, and then to the Berkley Pier. This is where Ryan told me Patrice Hanson told him to guard my minor child – from me! I told him I and going to talk to my daughter alone, and he can watch from the observation deck as we walk down the pier. I was told Ryan is nineteen – and he looks it!
Several months earlier I was asked to come to Sonoma and be part of a family intervention. Matt Hanson was there, Heather’s half-brother. Heather’s childhood friend, Leah had gone berserk at my home when they came to Eugene to see me. She got caught doing a drug deal, and told me she wanted to beat on my daughter because she was jealous of our new bond. He found-father rejected her. He mother locked her out of her home because she was dating this tough Santa Rosa hoodlum that was twenty-four! This meant sixteen year old Heather was exposed to this. She could have met Ryan Hunt at this time. So, we do the intervention, and Matt is now wanting to get Heather and Patrice away from Scientology. I have a confrontation with a Sea Scout and accuse THEM is treating my MINOR daughter and her mother LIKE SLAVES. Patrice picks a fight with me, and tells Heather I will betray her like Randy Delpiano did. They move and do not leave a forwarding address. They both have kept in contact with Snyder.
This morning……I SAW THE LIGHT! Heather refused to GIVE UP HER MAN! The odds of me calling the police – were high! Matt’s future father-in-law was a the DA. Heather’s aunt, Linda Comstock, was married to a hot-shot attorney. They all told THE LOVE BIRDS the mean old Daddy is going to get revenge. They were DISAPEARED! I sent e-mails to Matt and his bride asking of their whereabouts. They went and saw Vicki in Arizona – and aunt Linda. This MAN took a MINOR across State lines. Ryan Hunt knew he was evading the law. To not let a father know where his minor child is – IS KIDNAPPING. I was engaged to Patrice Hanson.
Guess who THE REAL BAD MAN IS? Above is a photo of Ryan and Heather in the Mullin’s home that I was in. These young people can be put on a witness stand. My star witness will be Leah and her mother. I’m sure they can fill me in about Ryan – and Bill Cornwall? My daughter BONDS WITH SCUMBAGS – who she says are beneath her – but I have seen the light. I see the Bad People she flocks with! Heather has a split personality. Her mother made costumes for her CHILD STAR……THE ACTRESS!
And now, to the REAL DARK SHIT! This is Julie Lynch who published a Rosamond book and claimed she sold her movie script ‘Before The Wave’. Drew was eight years of age in 1994 when her mother drowned. Christine must have related her belief most father’s had incest with their daughters – while she was alive. Drew was sixteen, and a MINOR, when Snyder’s book was published. Had he heard about Christine’s belief, and this is what he eludes to? We are talking about SEX CRIMES AGAINST MINORS. Did anyone call the police? I did, when Mark Presco told me our father raped Shannon. The officer could not take my testimony – because only THE VICTIM could file a report. How in God’s Name can I put these dysfunctional people in a book about two Creative Children who become artists and poets. This is a sewer! No wonder they got rid of me – and blamed me for all that went wrong!
A week after I talked to Heather on the pier she wrote me and asked me to send her a letter and talk about my upbringing. She had failed to hear anything – about me – so absorbed were we with her BIG TROUBLE. I send her a package – and it is returned! THEY knew I was suspicious about this request – and THEY went into hiding. I suspected Leah wanted to come live with me with her MAN LOVER so they can fuck and drug to their heart’s content. This is what Heather wanted with Ryan -along with getting he career promoted by Snyder, Stacey, and Vicki. I am sure Heather and Ryan lie naked in bed after a good fuck-fuck sessions, and giggled about new way they could FUCK ME! This is the oldest form of incest in the world. Alas I can declare…….My daughter is a Art Whore who had more in common with Snyder, than me. She saw herself as a detached outsider who has no feelings for any member of my family – and me! She plotted with others to get all she could from me. This constitutes – CONSPIACY!
I took the photo of my family. You can see how tense my siblings are by I taking a chance by standing out.
“Though Christine had stopped the meditations, Garth continued to encourage her to dig into her subconscious. He believed that there was unexamined trauma that needed her attention. As if on cue, the universe cooperated and Christine’s father, Vic, who had left the family when Christine was eleven years old, returned to reacquaint himself with his daughter. Within months, Vic molested a teenage girl. The moment that Christine heard of the attack, she knew that this was not the first time Vic had transgressed. Childhood memories of being violated came flooding back to her. This epiphany was too much for Christine. Aware that she had a problem with alcohol, she’d been abstaining throughout her marriage to Garth. But now, she needed an anesthetic and started drinking with a vengeance. She also decided that all men were capable of abusing their daughters and, fearing that Garth might hurt their seven-year-old daughter, Drew, she asked him for a divorce.
The rebellious energy that gave Christine her success would also, in the end, foil her relationship with Scott. Already a drinker, Christine started consuming more alcohol to quiet her fears and anxiety. But the drinking made things worse. Every time Christine got drunk, she would become convinced that Scott didn’t love her and would fly into a rage. Even though Scott adored Christine and was deeply bonded with Shannon, the attacks were too much for him and he ended the relationship. Christine was devastated by this loss; though, as we can see in Mother and Child, she was even more concerned that the break up was hurting Shannon.
E-mail from Patrice
“I¯ve been thinking about the apparent conflict in regard to the biography. Perhaps there is information I don¡¯t have but it seems to me that a biography written by the brother would be a very different book from a very different perspective than one written by an outsider and so there would be room for the creation of both of them.
I know when I am really interested in someone or something, I like to get my hands on as many resources as possible to get information from a variety of points of view. So I don¡¯t see that it needs to be an either/or situation.
But, as I said, perhaps there is something I don¡¯t know that you do. We can talk about it more. Tom Snyder seems like a really nice guy also. It seems he is supportive of you and he definitely played an important part in connecting you with Heather and that is important and not to be ignored.
I¯m excited too. Maybe not as excited as you and Heather, but pretty excited. I do look forward to seeing you again. I¯m happy this is all out in the open now. It kind of lifts a weight off me that I wasn¯t really aware of but can notice now how much better it feels that you
know about your daughter.
Love and blessings! Patrice
Statutory Rape is punished in several ways. If, for example, you’re eighteen and the other person is within two years of your age, you can serve up to six months in a county jail and pay thousands in fines (including a civil penalty), or receive both a fine and prison. If you’re over twenty-one and the other person is under sixteen, you can serve up to four years in state prison and pay fines exceeding $25,000 (including a civil penalty) or you can be sentenced to both a fine and prison. This makes Statutory Rape a “wobbler”[1] crime; the prosecution can charge you with a Misdemeanor or a Felony, depending on the unique facts of your case.
California Statutory Rape Law – California Penal Code Section 261.5 (kannlawoffice.com)
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As A Child I Am Blamed For A Suicide
Posted on May 21, 2023 by Royal Rosamond Press
Twenty minutes after my eighteenth birthday, my childhood friend drove the Volvo my mother bought him on the the railroad tracks and turned off the headlights. My sister did not know Bill was a suicide before she drowned in 1994. She was sixteen when Bill died. She was a child. Tom Snyder read on my blog, that Bill’s sister and I looked at the possibility Bill took his life. She was fourteen – a child! This is extreme Child Abuse!
“It’s even more obvious in her work on ‘The Crossing’. She was very depressed, dealing with her unresolved feelings for her childhood sweetheart, Bill. He died before she could work it through with, or about him, and she resented Greg because she said he didn’t deliver on his promise to tell Bill how she felt. She really loved him, and maybe Greg saw that as a intrusion. Anyway, Christine told me he never delivered her message. Later. Bill pulled his car onto the tracks and died under the wheels of a train – a suicide according to Christine – and she never got over her failure to tell Bill her feelings for him. She felt very strongly she could have saved him, if he’d only known.”
Blamed For Bill’s Suicide
Posted on January 27, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
A week ago I read this passage from Tom Snyder’s biography of my late sister to my therapist in our last session. I wept. Yesterday I found out Bill’s sister is dead. She is the one who begged me to get sober. The four members of the Arnold family, are gone. I tried getting hold of Vicky Arnold to inform her I was going to publish this evil lie that my sixteen year old daughter was encouraged to get involved in – by several adults. She was innocent and completely clear of this. Heather Hanson’s claim that I suffer from some weird psychological disorder that does now allow me to get along with people – is another horrible lie she has to live with. When Heather’s peers read this filth they might say;
“Looks like your father killed his best friend out of jealousy!”
That I declared the Miracle Family to be my Literary Family two days ago, is profound. Vicky was very supportive of my writing knowing writing played a big role in my sobriety. Bill wrote two plays and sent them out. A editor made a special trip to see Bill when he saw his age. In a long letter we talk about my book ‘Elfin’ and ‘The Gideon Computer’. I found another letter to Nancy Hamren where I discuss some advice from Hillary Larson, the ex-head of Serenity Lane. Nancy considered herself the love of Bill’s life, as did Christine, but my sister and Bill were never lovers. Nancy became close the the Kesey family, and compared Bill to Ken. I do not include Christine Rosamond, in My Literary Family due to all the corrupting input. Her two daughters should have had more control and input. Vicky and Nancy were concerned that I might be a suicide. There was no such concern from the Hanson family who claim they are healers.
The law firm owned by Robert Brevoort Buck played God and created a alternative family, and alternative reality. As the surviving artist in my natal family, I was not provided normal use of a fame that creative people traditionally share with one another. My reputation was deliberately destroyed. My recovery was severely attacked by a The Hallucinators, Pierrot, Snyder, and Morris. I have published very little about Christine and my childhood lest more truths get plagiarized and turned into lies that are placed next to accounts of the alleged sex abused of children. Because my sister was a candidate to kill herself, some readers may wonder if I am responsible for Rosamond’s death. Bill and I were famous artists at a young age. Christine emulated us, and wanted the bond we had. It’s a miracle I have remained sober.
Self-Help books are written by authors that have overcome great obstacles. Snyder is a hired ghost writer that did not suffer from alcoholism – or incest. Next, I will post on all the horrible and evil things said about the artist ‘Rosamond’ who is kin to Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, and Carrie Fisher. Fan’s of Rosamond were not pleased to learn she was a alleged victim of incest. Who wants to see those infamous Rosamond eyes staring at you on your wall, as you read a lot of testimony from the ex-husband who is very interested in giving evidence he is not responsible for the debts incurred. How many women get divorced in America, and are stuck with a large bill?
Once again, Sydney Morris gave his seal of approval to increase the sale of prints, and not make money off sensational books and movie scripts. Robert Brevoort Buck set up much of the Buck Foundation, which includes Alcohol Justice, that has prestigious people on the board. Why didn’t Robert make sure every care was taken to insure the Rosamond Estate – and our family artistic and literary legacy – was in the best of hands? Instead, we get Rape Artists, and a Suicide Cult. Outrageous!
18 Best Self Help Books for Women 2021 | Inspiring Personal Improvement Books (marieclaire.com)
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Preso
Copyright 2021
The Family of John Presco | Rosamond Press
Rosemary’s Fairytale Granddaughter | Rosamond Press
“It’s even more obvious in her work on ‘The Crossing’. She was very depressed, dealing with her unresolved feelings for her childhood sweetheart, Bill. He died before she could work it through with, or about him, and she resented Greg because she said he didn’t deliver on his promise to tell Bill how she felt. She really loved him, and maybe Greg saw that as a intrusion. Anyway, Christine told me he never delivered her message. Later. Bill pulled his car onto the tracks and died under the wheels of a train – a suicide according to Christine – and she never got over her failure to tell Bill her feelings for him. She felt very strongly she could have saved him, if he’d only known.”
There was no note or letter, thus, no promise by me. This was a quote from Garth Benton who had to have seen, or heard of, the 276 page autobiography his ex-wife was working on – that was disappeared. Were there any more thoughts about Bill, who never kissed Christine? This is another evil attempt to divorce me from Rosamond’s family. Shannon said she has not read Snyder’s bio. I told her not to, because it put me in therapy. My therapists was concerned I would take my life. I got to tell her how I felt, and she was shocked.
When I found my daughter after she was disappeared for two years, I asked her if she read Snyder’s bio that she and her mother wanted to be in. She said she had not. Her mother did. Did she care if I killed myself? How about her sister and brother? It no longer matters. My Literary Family and I have survived the most evil literary attempt to destroy members of – a natal family! Vicky and I thought I would not have a child. She died childless. I consider her a member of my Literary Family, for this beautiful sister, who loved her brother, dearly, saved the life of his best friend. Thank you Vicky. You will always be remembered….and loved!
I am indebted to Barbara, my therapist, for saving my sanity and my life.
Greg
Removing Rosamond’s Mother – Rosemary | Rosamond Press
My Kidnapped Family | Rosamond Press
Removing Rosamond’s Mother – Rosemary | Rosamond Press
My Kidnapped Family | Rosamond Press
Why Did Bill Arnold Kill Himself?
Posted on March 20, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Capturing Beauty
by
John Presco
Copyright 2021
In 1987, with a couple of years of sobriety, I called up Victoria Arnold, and suggested to her, the reason her brother committed suicide was because her father found out my best friend was having an affair with my mother, Rosemary. Bryan Arnold gave his son an ultimatum, join the army, or he would tell me the truth. Knowing there was a good chance I would commit suicide – because who could survive such a betrayal – Bill took his life. That Sydney Morris and Robert Buck took away my safe place, my program of recovery in AA, and sold it to outsiders who hired ghost writers to tell my families dirty dark secrets – is a fucking outrage! What parasite harpies will swoop down and fly away with this bloody meat, to cash in for money and false fame. If it were not for Vicky and Nancy Hamren, I would not be here. I would not have met my sixteen year old daughter for the first time. She doesn’t know this truth. I begged her and her mother to stay away from my family.
On April 7th. I will have thirty-four years of sobriety. This is a miracle.
I have been working on OUR STORY for many years. The bond of three artists and writers – needs to be told. Only with the the discovery of the bond between Ludwig Wittgenstein and Norbert Davis, and the bond between Ben Maddow and Edward Weston, do I own the Creative Courage to raise us from the dead. Below is a prophetic post putting my mother next to The Thin Man. I call Rosemary ‘The Momster’. She descends from the Rosamond’s who fought alongside the Swamp Fox. The Momster had to flee to LA after a big bust. They had her working in the Beverly Hills Hotel. She later told me that crowd was too kinky for even her. She announced she knows who killed Jack Kennedy. The chances she partied with Marilyn Monroe – re high! She knew, she knew too much.
The Philosopher Detective | Rosamond Press
I mock all those fake patriots who think they got the right stuff because they got a gun – and rushed our Capitol. You fuck with Rosemary, she would not rest until she even the score. No money to buy a stone for your kin’s grave? No problem, just grab that rock over yonder. Here is Yates who killed our great grandfather. You had to be – real bad – to defeat a Rosamond.
The last time I saw Bill alive, was when I was seventeen. I came to Oakland to visit. We slept in his basement studio where he did his writing. He lay in his sleeping bag shaking uncontrollably. I asked him what was wrong, but, he could not speak. The chance that The Momster knew Jack Ruby and his sister. is high. Bill knew he was expendable – and a threat to tell me the truth. Rosemary and Bones would stop this…confession. Bill got Sherry pregnant. She was a neighbor of Nancy in Oakland. They were living together in Ogden Utah. I wonder if they made Bill an offer he could not refuse. Your baby, the mother, and your best friend, live…..you don’t.
When Rosemary saw Jack Ruby shoot Oswald in the stomach, she knew who killed Jack – too! Think Cal-Nevada and Bobby Kennedy as the Attorney General of the United States. Rosemary would blurt out her desire to have our father – offed – about five times a year. I was just treated for my PTSD.
John Presco
Copyright 2021
Elmer ‘Bones’ Remmer: San Francisco’s gambling czar – The San Francisco Examiner (sfexaminer.com)
Anyone who believes that fat people are jolly never met Elmer “Bones” Remmer, San Francisco’s gambling czar. Casino owner Warren Nelson, who worked for Remmer, described Bones as “the meanest, crudest guy who ever lived.” For a man like this, a name like Elmer doesn’t seem to fit. The name Bones, however, seemed oddly appropriate for Remmer, who weighed more than 300 pounds.
In 1929, Remmer was hired to manage Lake Tahoe’s Cal Neva Lodge, one of Nevada’s oldest casinos by owners Bill Graham and Jim McKay. The next year, Remmer made headlines when he tried, unsuccessfully, to collect a $13,000 blackjack debt run up by actress Clara Bow.
Bones was a large, tough man with an appetite for both power and food. As time passed, both his waistline and his ownership in the Lodge increased. In 1937, when Graham and McKay were sent to jail for mail fraud, he took over the club.
The Cal Neva Lodge had a profitable sideline laundering money for racketeers and bank robbers. Remmer cleaned “hot” bank robbery money for desperados like Alvin Karpis and “Baby Face” Nelson. Remmer let Nelson hide out in cabins near the lodge and introduced him to California bootleggers, who the hired Baby Face to protect their liquor shipments. Nelson returned the favor by getting rid of an important witness against Graham and McKay.
By this time, Remmer had a well-earned reputation for collecting gambling debts. “Listen,” he told a reluctant debtor at his Tahoe casino, “it’s a big lake and it ain’t full yet, if you know what I mean. You’re going to pay this off, and I mean now!”
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In the 1940s, Remmer expanded his operations into Northern California, running the 21 Club in El Cerrito, the Oaks Club in Emeryville, the 110 Eddy and the Menlo clubs in San Francisco. He had numerous fronts for his gambling operations. You couldn’t get a cigar at Remmer’s B&R Smokeshop at 50 Mason St., but you could always make a bet on the horses.
An oversized man with a personality to match, Bones became a well-known San Francisco character. Legendary gamblers like Nick the Greek and Ty Thompson — the inspiration for Damon Runyon’s Sky Masterson — played for high stakes at the Menlo Club. Jack Ruby, Lee Harvey Oswald’s assassin, also worked at the club in the 1940s along with his sisters Eva and Ruby, who were card dealers.
We’ve all heard the stories about Frank Sinatra, the Mafia, the secret tunnels, JFK and Marilyn Monroe, as well as the glamour and glitz of the Cal-Neva Casino on the north shore of Lake Tahoe. It all sounds like fantasy and legend, but many of the stories are true. Tahoe was a place for the rich, famous, and infamous in those days and they flocked to North Lake Tahoe’s Cal-Neva Lodge, “The Lady of the Lake”, from all over the world in droves.
The Cal-Neva Lodge was built in 1926 by a rich San Francisco businessman who simply used it to entertain friends and guests. In the 1930s, the lodge was sold to new owners who were able to obtain a Nevada gaming permit. The lodge instantly became a hit with the rich and famous of the 1930s right until the place burned down in 1937. Somehow, they rebuilt the lodge using 500 workers in only 30 days.
The Incredible History of the Cal-Neva Lodge on Lake Tahoe: – SnowBrains
Grandma Rosamond Survives Terrorist Attack
Posted on October 28, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Here is my great great grandmother taking on the terrifying Wolf at her door. I told a man at Riverbend why I got sober.
“It was like my arm was almost cut off. It is hanging on my vein and a tendon, that I recognized as being my soul. If I lost my soul, I would lose much more than my arm!”
When I read about Grandma’s arm, and her fight to save her man’s and her families life, you can see she was willing to lose her own. Her kindred were most precious. After that, came………..The Law! Her husband was the Sheriff in these here parts. He put Yate’s wife in chains that he nailed to the cabin floor in hope he could lure the Wolf out of the woods.
John
The women folks were trying to see who it was. Yates could see them through some cracks in the door. When he started shooting, Divina took her baby and hid behind a bed. He shot one shot and killed Grandma Overturf, then he shot two more shots and hit Grandma Rosamond at the elbow leaving just a little piece of skin on both sides holding her arm on.
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The Thin Man Meets Rosemary
Posted on December 19, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press
Yesterday I saw the movie ‘The Shaddow of the Thin Man’. At the beggining of the movie Nick and Nora Charles take a drive across the Bay Bridge to a race track that has a ficticious name, but then later in the movie the words “Golden Gate” are spoken. The sexy Charles family goes past Emeryville and arrives at the Golden Gate racetrack. There is an ambulence that looks like the truck I owned. Peter Shapiro of the Loading Zone and Marbles took the picture of me in front of my truck.
Rosemary told me her father, Royal Rosamnond, was a friend of Dashel Hammett who authored the Thin Man series. They sailed to the Channel Islands
together where they camped. Nick and Nora are fictional characters. Rosemary made porno movies for Elmer ‘Big Bones’ Remmer who was a Made Man connected to the Syndicate, a word that is applied to gamblers that Nick is trying to bust.
In 1965 I drove the 1957 Ford Fairlane my aunt June Rice gave, across the Baby Bridge to visit my childhood friend, Nancy Hamren who dated Stanly Augustus Owlsley who I met on several occasions. Later, Christine Rosamond would go on a double date with Stanley, Nancy, and Nick Sand, a LSD chemist and member of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love that can be discribed as a Syndicate.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2012
Meet Elmer ‘Big Bones’ Remmer! I did, when I was fifteen. My mother Rosemary
brought him over to the house with his wife, who may be in this photo, too.
Rosemary would later ask me if I recalled meeting this couple.
“These people were members of the Mafia who I made porno movies for.”
The greatest kept secret in the world, is, men an women lie to sin. Sinning is big business. Vicki was adopted by Kay Coakley whose father was the District Attorney of Oakland. Frank Coakley allegedly looked the other way when the Mafia moved into the Bay Area. Did he know Rosemary was a one woman crime spree? We called her Ma Barker. We were her boys. She loved the title.
Above are photos of Rosemary at the Rucker Company office party. Rucker had a plant in emeryville, and helped put men on the moon. Rosemary forever sought the limelight, and was not willing to share it with any of her children – especially her to gifted, artistic children! She attacked, or threatened the life of our lovers. She owned the momopoly on sinning in our house. We were fobidden to be sinners and competer with he in her area of expertise.
After a hard day at the office, Rosemary would stop in at the Key Club in
Emeryville and have herself a drink. It was here she met that nice elderly
Italian couple who were members of a Mafia Family who had long ago founded the
city of Emeryville and made it a wide-open town, it famous for its Cat Houses
and Gambling Joints. Though several crack-downs had taken place, there were two
Card Rooms in Emeryville and the Key Club was once of them.
This gray-haired couple asked the Mighty Momster if she wanted to be a Movie
Star. Already owning a veracious sexual appetite, and laying guys at work for
free, or a shit wage – why not!From that moment on, whenever the movie `East of
Eden’ was on T.V. Rosemary would call her family together for a Family Cuddle
around the warm glowing T.V. and you could hear a pin drop when Cal brought
Aaron to meet their mother, the dirty whore.I am often amused by these tales
that suggest Jesus married a whore and begat royal folks, like the Habsburgs. I
have been banned from many yahoo-groups owned and moderated by woman, who
conduct a sacred religious service as they declare Mary Magdalene was a Gnostic
Wizard, who knew way more then Jesus, knew, and, indeed taught him everything he
know;
During the reign of D.A. J. Frank Coakley, he was wittingly deaf, dumb and blind
to organized crime in Alameda County. He was a silent partner to an unholy
alliance with the La Costa Nosta, the Mafia.
In East of Eden, Steinbeck’s depiction of the family Scapegoat equals anything
the Bible has to offer, for not only is Cal the cause of everything going wrong,
he is the last person in the world his older brother and father would look to
make things right. In this way he is doubly condemned, he made a goat after
being un-made a man.Like the scene of all that lettuce rotting in those box
cars, my brother and I were witness to my father’s red truck broke down on the
Nimitz freeway with a broken axle because he overloaded it with hundred bags of
potatoes his whole family spent the weekend grading in a big warehouse in
Hayward. When my mother had to come to our rescue in her little blue Ford
Anglia, she grabbed the reigns from Vic in front to his sons, his fellow
workers. We cringed at the sight of his humiliation.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2011
“National Rape Day”
Posted on April 25, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Bonds With Angels – All Alone
Posted on June 6, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Capturing Beauty
by
John Presco
Copyright 2021
I found the disk containing my biography of Christine and I that was began in 1992, two years before Christine Rosamond Benton drowned. She and my other sister were not walking on a beach, because – there is no beach at Rocky Point. The account of how the famous artist, Rosamond, died – is fiction writing – not worthy of Pulp Detective writing. Sydney Morris ratting my sister out by pointing out the pins holes she put in the wall – is assanine! It is redeemable only because it is – Surreal Art.
That disk fitted into my Macentosh that broke down and was made in 1997, five years before Tom Snyder’s evil biography was published. I told him and the probate court about Bonds With Angels and my copyright. I was ignored because Big Robert Brevoort Buck was behind the wheel of Rosamond’s Cherokee. I would love to see the legal documents Buck filed in order to keep other groups from busting THE BUCK BANK, and get some of that BUCK FUNDING!
I took a mental snapshot of me going thru the dumpsters in the alley near the campus collecting beer cans after the BIG COLLEGE BEER BASH in order to buy more discs, ribbons and paper so I could file more claims in the Superior Court of Monterey. I’m living and running a newspaper off $750 dollars a month. I might be authoring the WORST JAMES BOND BOOK EVER WRITTEN! When you consider how much money Wilson and Broccoli invested in the latest Bond movie and script, then do a money chart. I am giving Bond fans more bang for their buck. I’ve given a lot of ‘The Royal Janitor’ away – FOR FREE! My muse, Rena Easton, is the inspiration for Victoria Rosamond Bond whose cote of arms we see above. I am kin to Ian Fleming via Elizabeth Rosamond Taylor.
The big difference between Ian Fleming and I, is, I grew up surrounded by criminals and frauds. I was a CHILD DETECTIVE most of my life.
“What the fuck are my parents about?”
The novel Buck Produced – failed to explain how come TWO children ended up being so CREATIVE. To discover Alcohol Justice held a Sober Movie Festival with Sober Writers lurking about, and, Wells Fargo – backed this event…..is the LAST FUCKING STRAW! Vicki Presco showed me a copy of Rosamond’s autobiography she began – that was disappeared. Why?
I’ve got to reinvent myself, yet again -just to survive! So alone! I think I’m going to become a Hard-boiled Detective Writer who illustrates the covers of my book. Rena will be my model.
STOP THE PRESSES! I just found a fantastic video of my alleged Brothers and Sisters in Recover standing in front of a wall with the WELLS FARGO LOGO on it. These SOBER STORIES are written by those who suffer from the disease of alcoholism. I sent a letter to the Probate Court begging the Judge of Justice to not sell “The Family Recovery” to outsiders, and those who do not suffer. This is so key. The Real Justice System sends people arrested for drunk driving to AA meetings. Most would pay a surrogate to attend – if they could! Just give a skid-row wino a bottle of Pisano, and off he go. This is JUST, because……YOU DON’T GOT A DRINKING PROBLEM! Morris knew Christine had a drinking problem. Did he consult a professional? This guy speaks about Duffey, and the Recovery “Industry”. I should have been notified about the hearing where our Creative Sobriety is sold to Stacey Pierrot – who does not have to forgive her two alcoholics parents. like I do.
(52) REEL Recovery Film Festival – San Francisco 2014 – Highlights – YouTube
How Court-Ordered Alcoholics Anonymous Works (verywellmind.com)
If you find yourself facing court-mandated attendance at Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) meetings, you probably have questions about what is going to happen next, especially if you have never been to AA before.
Bonds With Angels – The Mob
Posted on July 15, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
It didn’t dawn on me I was homeless until I awoke in a very cold field in Oklahoma. It had gotten below freezing. I shivered myself to sleep. There was frost on the ground and on my poor sleeping bag. I greeted the warmth of the rising sun. I heard my angel say this;
“You can die this way!”
I believe it was January 7, 1964. I’m telling time by the day President Kennedy got shot. I was ironing my pants on the house on Glendon in West Los Angeles when I heard the news. Millions of people can recall exactly what they were doing. I can see the steam rising from my pegged pants as I pressed hard down on the seam that I had to get exactly right. Our sister Christine had taught my brother Mark how to sew, and I asked him to show me. This pat might be a case of selective memory because I think my brother might be dead. I going into a deep rem sleep when I take my old man nap on my couch. My brother appear as an F-16 fighter jet that he helped designed. It was in a stall. Mark was trying to right it, and the nose pointed straight into the air. His pride and joy was headed for an outcropping of jagged rocks, not unlike the rocks that killed his two siblings. For the second time in my life I saw Mark – not in control. This time he could admit it. Having died, I own some expertise.
“Is this how it goes?” Mark asked. “I’m going to die.”
“Yes!” I said, and watched my brother hit the rocks. I awoke. If Mark was already dead, there may not be a way of knowing. According to Shannon, Mark had a stroke and disappeared. The last time I talked to our sister, Vicki Presco, she had refused to undergo a nother long lecture – with quiz – from the surviving misogynist neo-Nazi in the family, and he (the man of the family) and in a rage told our baby sister he was going to disappear himself and no one will find him.
Yesterday, around three, I awoke from another old man nap. I was in the Purvis home on Laguana Street in Oakland. Keith and Brian’s mother was going to make us dinner. Elizabeth was a O’Niel born in England. She married John (Jack) Purvis, a coal miner in Duncaster, like his forefathers. Jack did not fight in World War Two because he was a forman in the mines. He did his duty bringing up coal for the War Effort. Jack and Elizabeth gave birth to three sons and two daughters. When Kieth Purvis was nine, the Purivs family moved to Canada. Jack did not want his sons to work in the mines. Three years later, Elizabeth found herself in Oakland being the best mother I ever knew, and will know. She is the template of an English Mother who always welcomed me into her home. Late last night, as I lie in my bed, I figured out why. When I was seventeen, I took care of the baby in the Purvis family. I had made it to New York City and was living on the edge of Gweenrich Village when there was a knock on my door. I opened it, and it was Keith. He was sixteen years of age. I was seventeen.
“What are you doing here?” I asked incredulously.
“You told me I could stay with you, did you not! We spoke on the phone yesterday.”
“Yes, we did. But you said you were in Oakland and were hitchhiking to New York. How did you get here so fast? Where did you call me from?
“Pennsylvania!” That said, this, youth, pushed his way past me. I had two beds in my roo at the Saint George Hotel on 13th and Broadway.
“The small bed is yours!” I told this – strange stranger, and he let go a look of disdain. While I was at work the next day, Keith rearranged my room. He redecorated it. When I came home I found my bed over by the sink, wedged up against the pipes. His bed was moved next to the window where he would catch what breeze there is in the Hell City. Then I noticed this impetuous British Lad had moved the arnauea over, and it covered my infamous “dark” painting that Raphael mention on the Evil Biography. I had shucked it cross country in Uncle Fred’s duffle bag, along with my Harmony guitar I bought at Kaleibs. Byran MacLean sent me there. This was one of his hangouts.
“What is this?” I asked. A border and boundary had been crossed, and I was trying to demonstrate how upset I was, but, being an eccentric artist and poet, I got it. As my future best friend explained how things were going to be between us, or, how things are going to be – for him – I am chuckling. I am hearing the stranger is Heir t the throne of Ireland because his mother is a O’Neil. Thus, he expects to be a treated – with dignity!
“One other thing. I don’t have to work!”
“Are you saying – I have to support you?”
“Yes!”
“I can get you a job tomorrow – just like that!”
“I can’t work because I don’t own a Social Security Card!”
“I can get you that also. I had to get one to work at Man Power Inc. They send you out on temporary jobs that can become a steady one.”
“I don’t want a card, and I don’t want to work!”
“You can not stay here, unless you help with the food and rent!”
All the way to the Social Security office, Keith – ranted! He was famous for his rants that were delivered in his own accent. They were other worldly We are doing Dylan’s ‘Positively Forth Street’. I would never see the world completely – my way – again. I decide we could be friends. Already Keith is telling me he will never forgive me for forcing him to give up a huge party of his identity. He was born on a kithen table. I think Mrs. Purvis sent her sons Birth Cirtificate afer we called her on the hotel phone in the lobby. Jake and Neil heard the alien dialogue. This is why Mafia Max did not want to shoot me in the head, too, when three years later we returned to New York. Tim O’Connor was in the station wagon. He had slipped Mafia Max a goodly dose of LSD, and crossing the Mountains at three in the morning, Max hits the breaks, hard, jumps out, and shouts;
“EARTHQUAKE! Everyone out!”
I first heard of Keith from my late sister, Christine. She had gone up to Oakland to visit her friend, Linda Johnson. The Purvis home was a hundred yards away. Keith spotted Christine, and brought her home to meet his family. It was love at first sight.
“His mother dresses him every morning.”
“How do you know?”
“I saw it. Linda went over one morning, early, and woke him up. We couldn’t believe it. His mother was down on one knee putting on his socks!
So, I was going to be treated to Elizabeth’s famous English cooking, again, in my dream. There was a problem. Keith’s Mum has been dead for twenty years. I was left with a very deep sence of lonliness. Elizabeth was my second mother. I never met a kinder person. She was everything Rosemary was not. But, she tried. I remembers her calling up Tim O’Connor seneior. I met Tim when he was fourteen, at the wild party Vicki threw. He did not want to go home. There was some negotiating going on. Tim moved in with my mother, my sister, and Ray who owed the house in Reseda. Ray is my step-father.
In a fog, caught between two worlds, I check my e-mail. I read Tim’s message. He wants to make amends. I got upset when he refused to let me post the e-mails he sent me about his famous, who died – sixteen months ago? He never asked why I wanted to share our words. Let me tell him – now!
I had found my new Muse after Rena resigned. I was homeless when we met. I spent fifty days camping with the most beautiful woman in the world. She lied about her age. She was seventeen, the age of consent in Nebraska where she lived with her grandmother who later thanked me for taking care her granddaughter, and, making sure she got home, safely. Both Rena and Lara Roozemond inspired me to begin my James Bond novel, starring Victoria Bond. I considered a movie script, with Lara as the lead. We had one brief exchange, and I wanted her to know Tim, who lived on a boat his father gave him, on a canal in Holland.
Yesterday I learned a black woman will be the next Bond. I had faith this would be the case. Victoria’s secretary is a black woman in – my book – that will now be book. I own some fame in regards to the Bond Legend. Bloefield is back in Bond 25. There is a scene at the College of Heraldry. This means an extensive genealogy has been done. I went looking for the e-mail where in I tell him I am authoring a Bond book. I found it, along with the degrading, insulting, and evil message from my newphew, Cian O’Connor, who figured out my daughter was getting my e-mails, too. He tried to get Heather and my newborn grandson of the O’Brian Camp so he could capture his father’s bloodline – completely – and be the only Presco wearig The Worthy Pants in the Presco Family. This was the evil game played by…….
Victor Presco. Mark Presco. Cian Presco. a.k,a, as Ciean O’Brian have been involved in this Sick Game of Presco Musical Chairs that is the most godawful Sanity Hearing of the all. Of course, I am not allowed to play because I am a certififed lunatic. I get SSI because I can not longer cope. The truth is Greg Presco died in in February of 1967 when he was twenty years of age. when he came back to life, he tried to form bonds with his family again, ad failed. He did form bonds with two of his friends mothers. Wanda Harkins had three sons I became close friends with.
In 1992 I entered therapy in order to try to repair my bond with Christine. She felt I abandoned her when I didn’t take her with me to New York. I told her it would not be safe for her hitchhiking with me. I believe I told her;
“They would kill me to get to you!”
Christine was sixteen. She was fifteen when Keith came t visit her on Midvale. Tim was fourteen when he asked me to be his guide when he took LSD for the first time. He had found out my cousin Randy and his good friend, Tyler Blake were going to take it. Tim, Vicki, and her friend, Pip, were going to take it. They got LSD from Shannon’s father. I agreed. Was it a big mistake? There was only one adult in my family. I took care of everybody. Christine admired me as an artist – ad loved me – too much! Rosemary was jealous. My mother got to Cian and Shamus, and warned them about me. You can read this between the lines of Cian’s rude divorce me from the family message. My therapist fired e because I would not do a simple genealogy. Then, I got into therapy. My hypnotherapist heard the truth…………..The Prescos are a Crime Family! Cian and Shamus don’t want to hear this, because it makes me a Real Player. I was always a threat to spill the beans. I was the Family Scapegoat. I was also The Real Family Talent.
I played chess for Keith’s life at the Saint George Hotel that turned out to be Max’s favorite hotel. Max was the real deal. He was a real Wise Guy who had come to live with us I the large Victorian on 13th. A member of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love rented this infamous house and invited The Loading Zone to come live with us. When Tim O’Connor was sixteen, he learned where I was living, and showed up. He got close with Max who had a pencil-thin mustache. The first time I beheld him, my angel said;
“This is a very dangerous man. He has killed people. Be careful!
Italian Catholics have been dealing with the Mafia and Costa Nostra for a very long time. The O’Brian brand of Catholic Therapy is not applicable. Labeling the ‘The Only Insane One’ does not work. Besides, it’s boring! Here is my public message to O’Connor.
Tim, you are a writer, too. I would like to collaborate with you on a screenplay. I would also like you to contribute to my autobiography that was titled ‘Capturing Beauty, but is o called ‘Bonds With Angels’. You may not know that it is a mystery how the Mafia came to be LSD manufacturers and dealers. I would like four small chapters from you.
- Go into some detail about your bond with Christine. Were you lovers?
- Give me details about Rosemary and your father.
- Give me the history of 13th. Street and your relationship with Max and Ketih.
- Give me some history of your residency in Venice
You and Peter Shapiro played music at my wedding reception. My wife was married to Thomas Pynchon whose book ‘Inherent Vice’ was made into a bad movie. Quinten Terantino has made a movie centered around the Manson family. He made a famous movie ‘Reservoir Dogs’. We fit with these. We are not fiction. We not only believed the world could be changed through better chemistry, we were on the Front Line. Our story is – worth something! You look like Doc in Pynchon’s movie.
We were so young, Tim. We weren’t even adults and we are real Hobo and Beatniks. Don’t tell Mrs. Purvis her second born son is dead. She brought the across………….the pond.
To my nephew, Cian. I dropped out of the Catholic Sanity Hearing and Racket when I was eleven. I just dropped back in. I am going – TO WIN!
John Presco
Copyright 2019
http://www.hitchhikingpoet.com/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_O%27Connor_(actor)
https://www.furious.com/perfect/gratefuldeadlsd.html
https://www.ozy.com/true-story/whitey-bulger-i-was-a-guinea-pig-for-cia-drug-experiments/76409
http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20170112-the-lsd-cult-that-terrified-america
John Ambrose <braskewitz@yahoo.com>
To:Tim O’Connor
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:40 AM
Hey Tim! Did we ever paint a house together? I recall you had a special paint-car. I told folks about your idea for the ‘Painter’s Ambulance Service’ that would roll up, change your fumed-blood, and hand you a cold one. Who else do you got to tell about stuck-tape in the hot sun. You only did that once. We are a special breed!
Keith, Bryan, and painted this appartment. Keith showed up on LSD. We stuck him in a walk-in closet with a little window to keep him out of our way. Six hours later we check in on him. The white paint looked like velvet. It glowed! It was perfect. He bragged about how this was a real paint job. We laughed! No folks will ever be crazier – in a good way!
I had a big breakthrough in my book. Found out I am kin to Bohemian monarchs. I have been working on a James Bond revival. I am kin to Ian Fleming. Here is my GOOD START! I might send my blog our to publishers-producers – a first.
I love this pic of you. Can I use it?
Jon-Gregory
I was a member of Absolutely Bond for one day, then got banned by Barbel who titles himself the “Chief of Staff”. He said this was the “warning” he gave me. This is not a warning. It is an opinion as far as I was concerned, from some fellow member of the group. There were other titles. I had been informing fellow posters that I am kin to Ian Fleming via Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, and Aileen Getty. I told my peers I am authoring a Bond book titled ‘Victoria Bond’. I informed Glidrose of this. Here is my educated response. It is a poetry lesson. In Skyfall, part of a Tennyson poem is quoted. Poems are turned into songs. It is not common knowledge Liz, and all the actors in OUR family tree, are kin to Ian Fleming. sometimes people TAKE your info and use it for their purposes – after they censor you. I own a registered newspaper. Royal Rosamond Presco. I take these things very seriously. I am not going away. I demand an explanation!
John Presco
“Presco. While this is interesting, and all, it’s getting off topic.”
Re: Bond girls / artists for theme song
Dame Elizabeth ROSEMOND Taylor married Richard Burton, who Fleming wanted to play James in the first Bond movie. My kin almost married Bond writer, Kevin McClory, but, married movie producer, Todd, instead. Kevin and Todd died good friends. There are many famous actors in Liz’s family tree. She stole Eddie Fisher from actress Debbie Reynolds. Was Carrie ever considered for a Bond movie? Barbel, I suspect you are referring to my poetry lesson? Queen Victoria had two cousins who ruled Empires. Victoria wanted most of the known world to speak the English language over the German and Russian tongue. Poets and writers were considered emissaries of the Queen. To back these authors up. were the biggest battleships ever made. Churchill was an artist. Liz lived in Augustus John’s home. Her father and uncle had a gallery on Bond St. in London. The Fleming family has an art gallery. Liz married into the Getty, and Melon family, who own most of the word’s art. WHAT is James Bond fighting for? The Greeks and Romans held poetry contests. Then, there were physical contests. Beautiful women were – THE PRIZE! Roman conquered Britain. Britania – freed Britain. Movie producers and promoters want as many Hollywood names as possible – to make money! Liz and Ian dies not knowing they were going to be part of a Dynasty – that I put together! A hundred million earthlings are engrossed by their family tree. I am on topic! https://rosamondpress.com/2018/08/15/li … nection-2/
John Ambrose <braskewitz@yahoo.com>
To:lara@roozemond.eu
May 21, 2018 at 11:03 AM
Lara, I just put you with Harry and Meghan. I want you to be the first female James Bond. Rival authors with movie scripts have been sabotaging me. Did they get to you?
John Presco
Springfield Oregon 541 653-8923
Elmer ‘Big Bones’ Remmer
Posted on June 7, 2012by Royal Rosamond Press
I met Elmer ‘Big Bones’ Remmer when I was fifteen. He and his wife (or girlfriend) looked like Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus, they both having white hair. They walked into our home on San Sebastian Avenue, our benefactor wanting to meet the children of their employee. Rosemary ( a made woman?) was working for Rucker hydraulics in Emmeryville and met Remmer in the Oaks or Menlo Club located in mob-owned town. She started editing porno movies for Remmer, then starred in them. Many nights Rosemary did not get home till after her four children were asleep. We would find a doggy bag from a restaurant in the fridge. Vicki sees her three older siblings as her real parents.Remmer was bigger then I thought. He is named along with Mickey Cohen and Frank Sinatra. He ran the Cal-Neva Lodge and took his case to the highest court in regards to his card rooms in Emeryville and San Francisco. It looks like Remmer was trying to make gambling legal in all of California which would put the Mob out of business in Nevada. However, Remmer was the Mob.
There was a brawl and arrest in LA involving the actress, Vicki Raaf. Here, Hollywod make-believe, meets real reality!
Jon Presco
Copyright 2012
“Don’t leave me with the monster!”
Posted on February 8, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press
For the last month I have been considering my death due to my ongoing struggle with prostate cancer. My two dear friends, Marilyn Reed, and Amy Sargent, have been in my corner, sending me healings. I never met Amy in person. We met on Facebook. She is an incredible artist. Marilyn was my first girlfriend. We have been working on a important chapter in my autobiography titled ‘Sawtelle’. No family member has asked about my cancer. They don’t care. For this reason I have made Marilyn heir to the literary legacy I will one day leave behind. Amy is the heir to the artistic legacy.
Both these legacies were founded by two childhood friends that loved each other very much. All claims made, hence, are made by people who did not know Bill Arnold, and did much evil to exclude me and go around me in order to get to the riches and fame – they have come to believe they deserve! None of these pretenders are artists. None of these parasites are writers. How these ghouls qualify themselves, by disqualifying the real people, needs to be recorded and studied.
When I ran into Nancy Hamren at the dedication of Ken’s mural in Springfield, we were so happy to see other. Our eyes filled with sparkles of joy. But, there came sadness, because, when we would see each other as children, Bill was close by. Bill died in 1965. At twelve, the three of us formed a close bond. Bill was an artist and a writer who enjoined us to the literary drama he discovered at the Oakland library after his father retired from the Military. Bill was a Army Brat who lived in France and Korea. Having no friends, as yet, he adopted the characters that John Steinbeck and Jack London created. Born in Ohio he was determined to become a first rate Californian. ‘Of Mice and Men’ was our favorite story. Bill wanted to be Lennie even though he had and I.Q. of 180. He was six foot three. There were welts over his back. He took his shirt off on the playing field. There was a Hunchback lurking in my friend.
When I was sixteen, my mother gathered Christine, Mark, and myself for a family meeting. In tears she told us she was making porno films and prostituting herself for the Mob. She said she was afraid my brother and I would see one of her FAMOUS movies. We watched the movie East of Eden’ as if it were our Christmas movie. We got warm and cozy feelings when Cal took his brother to meet Mommy.
Christine Rosamond Benton’s ghost writers employed the movie ‘Mommy Dearest’ to give the reader an example of how abusive Rosemary was to this world famous artist, only! Our mother beat up Marilyn, and Christine. She had two chunks of her hair in her hands when I shoved her in a closet and said;
“If you come out of there, I’m going to kill you!”
The next day I left home to hitchhike to New York in the middle of winter. Before I became homeless, I said goodbye to my loving sister. I was seventeen. Christine said;
“Take me with you. Don’t leave me with the monster!”
I left my sister with the monster after telling her it would not be safe for her.
“Someone might try to rape you.”
In 1986, Bill’s sister asked me to come to Los Angeles to look at some things she inherited from her father. There was a box containing pamphlets on suicide. Vicky Arnold, who knew Nancy most of her life, asked me for the truth. Eight years later, I called Rosemary.
“You seduced Bill. This is why he killed himself on my eighteenth birthday. He had been in your womb, too. Did you intercept his letter to me?”
There was a long silence.
“What do you want me to do, cut my throat?”
I have gone to Incest Survivors. Rosemary came on to me since I was sixteen. She told me she was the only woman who could sexually please my bother. I own zero tolerance for women who used the history of their sexual abuse to hurt others – and use others! Rosemary was also a violent drunk – on top of being insane! In spite of the handycaps we owned, Christine and I founded an Artistic Dynasty that includes some of the Kesey history. I will not be going my own way. I am including the following women in my autobiography.
Belle Burch, Alley Valkyrie, Gwendolyn Maeve, and Terra Williams! Welcome to the Labyrinth, girls, of which there is no escape! Can you hear her? It’s feeding time!
Rosemary Rosamond is still a candidate for Fair Rosamond, who was kept in a Labyrinth. I wanted Belle to pose for my painting of Fair Rosamond, so there could be a happy ending to my story. But, here come the spirit of Rosemary riding hard with her Valkyries! Now, it is spoiled – ruined! Now….there is now way out!
I believe Rosemary serviced Remmer’s high rollers at the Ritz and the California Hotel.
Here’s the painting Christine Rosamond Benton did in memory of Bill who drove the car Rosemary bought him on the tracks at midnight, turned off the lights, and waited for the train he knew was coming.
Thomas Hart Benton did lithographs and a painting for John Steinbeck’s ‘Grapes of Wrath’. This is huge! This puts a Literary Giant in the Benton Family Creative Tree. How could the three Rosamond biographers have missed this? Here’s a huge clue?
There is a art show going on right now about Benton’s relationship with Hollywood.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2016
“He needs to just be banned. He has a history of cyber stalking and harrassing women both online and in person. I have been trying to ignore him but as you can see it is incredibly hard.
Born in Oakland, California to Roy Van Fleet and Elizabeth “Bessie” Catherine (née Gardner), Jo Van Fleet established herself as a notable dramatic actress on Broadway over several years, beginning in 1946 in Dorcas in A Winter’s Tale, and played Regan in King Lear opposite Louis Calhern in 1950.
Thomas Hart Benton and Hollywood,” a sprawling and revelatory exhibition of works by that famous Missouri artist, which opened at the Amon Carter Museum of American Art on Saturday, is a marriage made in art lovers’ heaven.
“He was an artist who was deeply engaged in trying to find ways to tell America’s stories,” said lead curator Austen Barron Bailly, the George Putnam curator of American Art at the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem, Mass., one of the two museums partnering with the Carter to create this exhibition (Kansas City’s Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art is the third).
The Kentuckian (1954), by Thomas Hart Benton, is part of the Amon Carter’s exhibit. Los Angeles County Museum of Art LACMA – Los Angeles County MuseuiThe Kentuckian (1954), by Thomas Hart Benton, is part of the Amon Carter’s exhibit. Los Angeles County Museum of Art LACMA – Los Angeles County Museu
“When he was embarking on his career, movies were becoming the dominant form of storytelling in America,” said Bailly.
With that concept in mind, Bailly and her team, including Carter assistant curator Maggie Adler, put together an exhibition featuring about 100 of Benton’s works, among them 30 paintings and murals, numerous drawings and lithographs, and several posters and book illustrations.
They also collected clips of films from Benton’s era that are seen on video screens scattered throughout the exhibition to establish context. This is the collection’s third of four stops.
Benton’s unique style, which is so thoroughly surveyed in this exhibition, seems a perfect match for Hollywood. His works are truly “motion pictures” captured in frames.
Benton’s limber, curving figures roll and undulate across his canvases, suggesting movement despite being trapped in a static, two-dimensional space. His subjects feel as free of the rigid tyranny of bones as the bits of light and shadow we call “movie stars” are free of the constraints of being human.
His use of captivating colors (his distinctive yellows, oranges and blues are particularly interesting) can rival any Technicolor film effort. And, perhaps most significantly, he knew how to tell a story with a pen or brush.
“Benton developed a modern cinematic painting style to communicate epic narratives as memorably as the movies of his day,” Bailly said. “He wanted to capture the feel of motion pictures on canvas, the illusion of 3-D space, rhythmic motion and the glow of projected light.”
That final comment about light in Benton’s works was reinforced for Adler when it came time for the exhibition’s pictures to be hung at the Carter.Read more here: http://www.star-telegram.com/living/article58973113.html#storylink=cpy
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