Did Mark Presco express a desire to meet my daughter – and her family – which are our family? Not to me, because he hated the truth something normal happened to me, and, he has hated me since I came home from the hospital. Both Mark and Linda are millionaires. They never gave me a cent. Mark may have contributed money to the author of Rosamond’s evil biography. Linda and Mark – hate the photos of my grandson and I looking for Easter eggs. I found forgiveness for Heather, before Tylor was born. I will not find forgiveness for Mark and Linda because they employed my offspring to prove AA does not work. Mark gave it a try. How about Linda, who like Mark grew up with alcoholic parents. Note how other people’s booze bottles end up near children’s mouth. Linda longed for a female drinking partner that was like family, because women don’t like her. They misjudge her. As the Family Healer, Heather was….ALL FORGIVING, and – in Linda’s Will.
It is hard to fathom how, and understand why, a mother would not tell the father he born a child, a daughter. When Patrice Hanson sent me the top photo, what came to my mind was……my mother, my father, my brother, and two sisters did not get to see my child. This never occurred to this narcissistic witch. She had given birth to two sons, but, needed a daughter to round her out, make her complete. Heather is her procession. Being born involves two people, a real mother and father. That is my father with Mark. That is Ryan Hunt with Heather at her graduation. I was invited, until she was kidnapped according to California State Law. This pic was taken in the house of a DA Mullins, who is really into genealogies. Linda’s sons, and siblings knew Heather was my child. I lived one block down the street – for months! Patrice could have told me, but…………….
Jon Presco
Copyright 2017
I suggested we go on the Oprah Winfrey show, and share our miracle. Patrice sent me this, and I dropped the idea. I was made out to be the Bad Guy.
“17 years ago, I was married to an abusive man who was a con artist, psychopathic antisocial personality who spent one year in prison while we were together. Later I realized that my response to this husband was typical of “women who love too much” and I had to work hard on myself to change my situation. That in itself is a long story, but suffice it to say, it was very confusing and difficult marriage that was damaging to myself and my two sons who were 10 and 7 at the time. During that time I met John who lived around the corner and who showed me kindness and love. We were involved with each other for about 2 months and I actually moved in with him attempting to leave behind the craziness of life with my husband. This was not a very good plan because the husband became even more aggressive and angry waiting outside threatening John with a baseball bat. Consequently, I returned home realizing that I had to find a safer way to release myself from this relationship. I didn’t see John again until recently, almost 17 years later.
When I found myself pregnant, I felt the father could have been either John’s or my husband’s, but I had to convince the husband that it was his baby or life would have been unbearable and the chances of my baby’s survival would have been slim. I knew this baby was meant to be, and be with me, and that was important. From there moment she was born, I could see that she looked like John, but it was the husband’s name that went on the birth certificate.”
Here is Tom Snyder criminalizing my family in Sydney Morris’s book. This is a fucking lie!
“The rest was, given those involved, what one might expect. Vic was cornering whatever woman he could; Rosemary came in drunk, lost in her story that she was the only seventeen-year-old to turn down Errol Flynn’s advances. ”Oh it was just awful.” Lillian recalls. ‘Rosemary was shouting that Shannon was late, ‘and ought to have her butt kicked.’ I don’t know all what she said after that but she had her silver flask with her and it was getting rough.”
“Before the service, Vicki had taken the trouble to go through Christine’s bedroom, putting her jewelry and intimate belongings out of sight. As matters turned out, it did little good, for the funeral was not long over before family members and others were ravaging Christine’s house, taking whatever could be carted away. The artist’scloset, a veritable mother lode – took the worst beating. World-class spender that Christine had been, much of the clothing had never been worn. So whatever still bore price tags was hauled off to be exchanged for money. Jewelry disappeared, as well as other personal belongings. Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki, were doing their best to staunch the flow – the estate had not yet been inventoried – but to no avail.”
I was reluctant to salute Powell – who took responsivity for holding up that fake vile of anthrax that got us into the second Bush War with Iraq. How could such a bright and honest man be talked into doing something – REAL STUPID – is the historic study now!
For over a year I have been in therapy trying to find a solution for the Bullhead Blunder. I can only blame myself? I had a clue it was coming, the Beer Guzzler Olympics! But, I needed my daughter to sign legal papers and become my Trustee – after I received monies from the Vincent Rice Trust. I had to trust my daughter and tell her how vulnerable I was. She told this to her new lover – and her aunt – Linda Comstock. Flip was told about my Achilles Heal.
In the NEED to get our family-money in the hands of those who deserved it -the ones who had managed to do well in both alcoholic families – the loser-failure had to be done in while they had their chance! My authoring of The Family History was a great threat to Mark Presco and Linda Comstock. With the miracle of my sixteen year old daughter coming into my life – I WAS DANEROUS! Losers never win! They can’t win! We see the former millionaire president falling back on THIS TRUTH that has brought us to the brink of another Civil War – because THE REAL WINNERS have yet to go – BESERK!
“I can’t lose! I actually – WON!”
Alcohol Justice needs to do a REAL STUDY of a dysfunctional family and the role of those WHO DO WELL in this faulty system. It is is clear to them Morris&Buck made a HUGE BLUNDER, but, because they got money, they must be protected from a lawsuit – by a poor loser! The rich much never be culpable – unless you hold stock in PlumpJack and are Gavin Newsom!
Mark and Linda are millionaires! Did they ever converse? Did they want to get to know each other? Why didn’t they try to help me and Heather? Meet…..THE SVENGALIS! They love to lurk in the background and covertly manipulate family members – because they too feel out of control due to their abusive upbringing. Mark Presco took Drew Benton’s side against our niece, Shannon, after Christine died. Drew was nine and Shannon, twenty-four. This is child abuse! Heather took a photo of Flip toasting her son in a bar. Linda’s lover – refused to shake my hand. Flip is dead a year later of alcoholism, The Bullhead Boozer Olympics will go on – until we have a clear winner! That winner – could not be Christine Rosamond Benton – that’s for sure. Two books and two screenplays about a famous woman artist – make it clear to her fans – what a BIG LOSER SHE WAS!
Remarkable!
Can Heather admit she made a – BIG MISTAKE – too?
To not back the creativity of the surviving artist in the family – while allowing Garth Benton to make a critical assessment of his ex-wife in her biography – has to be addressed in a court of law. I doubt one Rosamond Fan thought this was….A GREAT IDEA! How stupid can you be!
“But – Garth won! Rosamond – died. He won – by default! Doesn’t that count anymore? Why shouldn’t the winner of a vicious divorce be able to do a Victory Lap in the biography of THE FAMOUS ONE who in truth – IS A BIG LOSER! She lost her life – for Pete sakes! To the victor goes the spoils! So what the book and the movie scripts are a – BIG FLOP! So friggen what!”
Patrice Hanson and Bogus Bobby looked for a way to exploit the child I did not know I had. David could attest to this.
I try to apply the fact Patrice is still a Stage Mother that has a sick relationship with my daughter that involves esteeming Heather all the time – for a Good Feeling Fee! Heather has had several surrogate fathers who were bid to worship my daughter – I did not know I had. When I did not fall in step with the Fake Fathers, Heather got confused. Why wasn’t I feeding her female ego and vanity? Why wasn’t I promoting her Country Western Singer Career? She didn’t have one. And, Pierrot was not going to get her her big break. She did not even make her book. She would have a big role in my autobiography, but she and her mother sank it to the bottom of the abyss. Now, ten years later she has Flip in her corner. Linda bought him some sound equipment and he wants to make money producing records. Then – he drops dead of acute alcoholism.
Heather had signed a legal document and became my Trustee. But after Flip’s good friend called me a “parasite” and Patrice’s daughter agreed – I had to get out for my sanity. I might go back to drinking. Not once did Patrice’s daughter call me and ask how my radiation treatment for prostate cancer was going. My attorney bid me to get rid of her – and even sue her! She sent me this, proof Patrice still wants to be in control of the Rosamond legacy. I suspect they got their book in the works.
E-mail from Heather Hanson: I will agree to that if you agree to the following. a. You will sign a notarized letter stating you will not defame me or anyone I am close to on the Internet or any other form of media.This includes me, Bill, Linda, Flip, my mom, Matt and Katie and Tyler (Internet defamation is illegal and I will not tolerate it) b. You will remove anything you have published in which you have negated me and others in my life. c. You apologize for all the horrible things you have said. d. You get help for what ever condition you have that causes you to be so paranoid, irrational, and abusive. I trusted you to be in my life. Let you know everything about me and those I am close to and some how, when you get angry, you find a way to twist information and make everyone out to be sick, evil, and abusive. That is not my reality and never has been.
Heather and Patrice have no empathy for Christine – or me! WE could have had a wonderful and miraculous story out in 2001, but, Patrice felt threatened. Instead, we got a book that demonizes a world famous artist and her parents. Is it just fine to say terrible things about a famous person, and not un-famous people? The Hansons have had a big problem for thirty-six years, they are not famous, never will be famous, yet a child of a famous family was born unto them. Being a blessing – was not good enough – for Patrice’s daughter.
“Please raise your glass of Coors Light in remembrance.”
Capturing Beauty
Chapter One
The Gold Digger and ‘The Toy’
No father wants to find evidence his daughter deceived him, withheld vital information from him, and manipulated him with the help of hidden people behind the scenes, people the father does not know.
Three hours ago I found the name of Linda Comstock’s ex-husband. He owned a bank and was a corporate lawyer. He had many wealthy Democratic friends that he partied with – till he dropped. His obituary says he was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross, but, when I checked, I could not find Tom’s name.
When my seventeen year old daughter was disappeared from my life in 2000, I wondered if Thomas A. Comstock Jr. knew about this kidnapping. I wondered if he suggested Heather Hanson get with the money people, and away from ‘The Loser’. I was everything…
The affect Dan Brown had on the literary world was enormous. I was working on my Grail Novel since 1997. I communicated with published authors such as Margaret Starbird. I sent letters to the probate of Christine Rosamond Benton that are full of Rosy Arthurian Clues lest my enemies get wise to the nature of my book. Was Dan and others authoring modern day Pulp Fiction? My uncle Vinny is being honored again because he was supportive of my creative efforts. He read some of my poems. I build my Created Trust upon the Rice Trust because my uncle was very generous with about ten of our relatives, including Mark and Vicki Presco. Cristine Benton was not left anything. Why weren’t the Comstocks supportive of me – and the Buck family? How about Alcohol Justice?
“I was also curious about how Brown named his protagonists. He has heroes ranging from Vittoria Vetra to Susan Fletcher—names that, in the glorious tradition of pulp writing, are either ostentatiously foreign or ridiculously dull. “I named the protagonist Robert Langdon,” Brown writes of his Da Vinci and Angels & Demons hero. “I thought it was a fantastic name. It sounds very ‘New England’ and I like last names with two syllables …””
My connection to Thomas Pynchon, Norbert Davis, and Ludwig Wittgenstein, puts the above statement in the special category that I have created, being – I have not made a dime from my Grail Rhetoric! I am The Litmus Stone! I am the first and only Grail Newspaper. Above is a photograph of my grandmother, MARY MAGDALENE ROSAMOND, sitting among three Pulp Fiction Writers – that paved the way for Dan Brown. The woman in the foreground may be a writer.
The Royal Janitor is a Grail Story. Victoria Rosemond Bond refuses to carry a weapon – or learn how to shoot a gun – yet she own a ‘Licensee to Kill’. BAD hires a Christian Knight, a Woman of Valor, who falls in love with…..Her Boss! It is a unquieted and forbidden love. Starfish is prepared lay down her life – for whom she loves, and for – what she loves. With the pending death of the Queen of England, who has been carrying The Torch of Victoria, all Woman Mundi have a chance to learn a great lesson.
Was Sir Lancelot a Madman of the Woods – before he became the First Knight of the Round Table? There is a Berserk in this knight. Did a unquieted love for another – drive him mad – before he saw Queen Guinevere….and here we go again! What is his – condition?
The Da Vinci Code: Religious Relativism as Pulp Fiction
by Rassaphore-monk Serge (Nedelsky)
Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code is popular literature of the very worst sort: atrociously written, intolerably pedantic, intellectually dishonest, derivative nearly to the point of plagiarism, wholly blasphemous, and, alas!, immensely popular. At the time of writing (July 2006) over sixty million copies of the book are in print, in forty-four languages. The movie based on the film, despite receiving uniformly negative critical reviews, has had a worldwide gross of nearly $730,000,000.00.[1] The book’s thesis, such that it is, has become all too well known: Jesus Christ was a simple mortal Who entrusted the leadership of His Church to His wife, Mary Magdalene, and their progeny.
Dan Brown’s latest novel, Inferno, went on sale this week and has already hit No. 1 on Amazon’s best-seller list. To mark the occasion, Slate revisits Bryan Curtis’ 2006 article about witness statement in a copyright infringement case concerning his earlier novel The Da Vinci Code. As Curtis writes, the document offers numerous insights into the author’s enormous popularity and success. The piece is reprinted below.
Dan Brown, author of the mega-selling TheDa Vinci Code, has brought forth his most thrilling piece of writing to date: a court document. Brown, who is being sued for copyright infringement in London by the authors of Holy Blood, Holy Grail, filed a 69-page witness statement with the British courts back in December. The London Times, the Associated Press, and other media gleefully unearthed it last week. In its textures—it is at turns snotty, contemplative, and disarmingly personal—it is clear Brown intended the brief less as a legal defense than as a literary memoir. Like the hidden ciphers the heroes of The Da Vinci Code pursue, this is the Dan Brown Code—the key to understanding the secrets of a pulp novelist.ADVERTISEMENThttps://32c74b7ed589242278dae6df8a4f32b1.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-38/html/container.html
At first glance, the document bears the giddy signatures of a Dan Brown novel. It’s chopped into staccato chapters; the language is awkward (“I quite literally woke up one morning and decided to write a thriller that delved into NSA”); and its hero is a simple man who is being pursued by evil forces he doesn’t quite understand. Educated at Amherst and Phillips Exeter Academy, Brown had an unusual literary awakening. He did not go the usual route, wandering into a library, bumping into Hemingway and Flaubert, and resolving right there in the stacks to become a writer. Brown resolved to become a writer when he read Sidney Sheldon’s The Doomsday Conspiracy while vacationing in Tahiti. “Up until this point,” he writes, “almost all of my reading had been dictated by my schooling (primarily classics like Faulkner, Steinbeck, Dostoyevsky, Shakespeare, etc.) and I’d read almost no commercial fiction at all since the Hardy Boys as a child.” The Sheldon book was a revelation, swift and merciless where Shakespeare, etc., had been slow and cumbersome. “[L]ife seemed to be trying to tell me something,” Brown notes, adding, “I began to suspect that maybe I could write a ‘thriller’ of this type one day.”ADVERTISEMENThttps://32c74b7ed589242278dae6df8a4f32b1.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-38/html/container.html
Brown has done a lot of thinking about what makes a successful Dan Brown thriller. He has found that it requires a few essential elements: some kind of shadowy force, like a secret society or government agency; a “big idea” that contains a moral “grey area”; and a treasure. The treasures in Brown’s four novels have been a meteorite, anti-matter, a gold ring, and the Holy Grail. The shadowy forces have included the Priory of Sion, Opus Dei, and the National Security Agency. The big idea, if I’m reading him correctly, goes something like this: Is the Vatican good … or is it evil? Is the National Security Agency for us … or is it against us? When all of Brown’s elements come together, doled out over cliffhanging chapters, with characters that exist to “move the plot along,” it is like mixing the ingredients to make a cake. For example, Deception Point, Brown’s third novel, is “a thriller about a meteorite discovered in the Arctic—a discovery that turns out to have profound political ramifications for an impending presidential election.”
Another author might have sneered when asked to lay bare his methodology. Brown, on the other hand, appears eager to reveal every one of the secrets of the pulp novelist: “All my novels are set in 24 hours”; “All of my novels use the concept of a simple hero pulled out of his familiar world”;“I intend to make Robert Langdon my primary character for years to come.” My favorite secret is Brown’s notion of the “thriller as academic lecture.” The trick is to make your characters experts—in Brown’s world, they are symbologists, cryptographers, and so forth. Then you pair them with an expert of a different discipline, making it convenient for the experts to essay to one another at some length, in the process spilling all the research you have done for your novel. (The Da Vinci Code contains dozens of loosely connected academic lectures.)I was also curious about how Brown named his protagonists. He has heroes ranging from Vittoria Vetra to Susan Fletcher—names that, in the glorious tradition of pulp writing, are either ostentatiously foreign or ridiculously dull. “I named the protagonist Robert Langdon,” Brown writes of his Da Vinci and Angels & Demons hero. “I thought it was a fantastic name. It sounds very ‘New England’ and I like last names with two syllables …”
My sixteen year old daughter coming into my life in 2001, was seen as a true miracle -that some wanted to intercept and -negate! I never met my cousin, Daryl Bulkley, who on Heather’s facebook, was bragging on her mother, a artist, who never had a show. This was after I stopped communicating with her after he aunt peed on the seat of the car Vicki Presco rented for us at the family reunion. Daryl is using Heather to get her needs met, and settle old scores. Her mother was snubbed by members of my family – which was news to me!
Daryl was a member of Rennes Le Hoax, the yahoogroup I founded that disputed the claims by some authors who like myself had read the book ‘Holy Blood, Holy Grail’ whose authors sued Dan Brown. Daryl thought the subject matter preposterous, and suggested I might be, unhinged. When…
Here is an amazing post I made. Vincent saves a small painting I did that he found on the floor of my mother’s garage. He got it framed and showed it to me. I won Artist of the Week at McChesney Junior High, and my teachers asked me to do a larger work – just for him! I identify an angel as showing me the Rice coat of arms. I believe this is a Futurian.
When Vincent died, I am sure he grieved at not having an heir, a son who would carry on his memory. The same can be said for June Rice who nursed me for a couple of months when I had whooping cough, that almost killed me. Uncle Vinnie wrote a sports column for the Los Angeles Times. He took me to an Angel’s game just after they were formed. I worked in his warehouse and got to drive a forklift. I was seventeen. I told him and his partner I wanted to make a submarine out of a discarded factory piece. They smiled. I was very eccentric.
Vincent had to think to himself….I get the consolation son. Mark didn’t want anything to do with him. In the photograph above you will see a cast on my hand. I broke it after hitting a wall at Kathy’s appartment. Marilyn had moved in and was screwing a German Jet setter. Kathy was dating the guy who MCed ABC Golf. I caught Arnold Palmer eyeing my sixteen year old girlfriend’s ass. Kathy was Mayor Yorty’s ex-girl Friday who he fired for not sleeping with his political enemies to get something on them. This is a very Fast Crowd! Vincent was a avid golfer and owned a home on a range. I have placed his name next to Arnold Palmer, Sean Connery, and Ian Fleming. Vinnie saw Marilyn on a beach in a bikini. Did my uncle brag on me to his golf buddies, he embellishing my attributes? I have placed Vincent next to Black Mask Authors and Edgar Rice Burroughs who I am convinced is his cousin.
Perhaps if his wife, June, was not such a prude, Vinnie would have become a Crime Reporter. I believe Vincent talked Rosemary into not abandoning her four children after she fled to LA. She got busted making naughty movies for Big Bone’s Remmer. Was June spared the truth? She warned me not to go into The Sawtelle. I didn’t listen. I got involved in The Beatnik Murder Case when I fell in love with Melinda Frank who got thrown out of the Rice abode when she showed up for Thanksgiving not wearing any shoes. She refused to go home and put a pair on. Her father and uncles were…..The Last of the Purple Gang.
I’m going to author a story about ‘My Square Uncle Vinnie’. Put Edgar’s hat on my uncle. We will be Golf Detectives. Folks in the Golf World will hire this Uncle and Nephew team. We will go into the Sawtelle to solve a murder mystery. I am sure I will find Vinny in a Rice Family Tree.
John Vincent Rice
Copyright 2021
President: Royal Rosamond Writers and Illustrators
I just created a .com and email. A lineage from one of the daughters of Royal and Mary Magdalene Rosamond, is born, and will be sustained by me and my offspring.
Rice is a surname that is frequently of Welsh origin, but also can be Irish, English, or even German. In Wales it is a patronymic surname, an Anglicized transliteration of Rhys, as are Reese and Reece. The German name Reiss has also been transliterated as Rice in the United States.[1]
Last night my angel kept showing me the Rice Coat of Arms – and an image of my grandson, Tyler Hunt, who was going to be named ‘Lily-Rose’ after my mother Rosemary, and her sister, Lillian. June Rice could not born a child, so Tyler’s grandfather and his siblings were surrogate children. Ten minutes ago it occurred to me my grandson has no middle name. There is no marriage certificate. The four Rosamond sisters were born from the womb of Mary Magdalene Rosamond.
If Tyler so chooses, he is welcome to take the surname of Rice, and the middle name of Rosamond, that is also the name of the writer, Royal Rosamond. I would like to see Mr. Rice take up writing as did his namesake. June and Vincent. Both were writers! I am sure they thought about adopting, but, they had us four Presco children.
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