Welcome To West Roseville

An idea for HBO

John Presco

Real people, are not like the Bleached White Belmont Folks – who abhor all drama? Really? Have you read the minutes of the Belmont Historical Society where the Founding Parents of Belmont are being hotly discussed in 1992? A woman on the City Council hands in her resignation during the discussion of the Jankes being dug up out of their grave – twice! There is talk about putting a plaque on the old Bay tree – with the approval of the mayor! This never happened!

In 2014 a biography of Belmont is published, and a major event is called for! Those who buy this biography are encouraged to come to a book signing. Those who want a book – with no drama inside – are given a membership to the BHS if they attend! When I contacted the BHS – I was not asked to become a member, Turns out I was threat to the glad-handing deal where money and City History is exchanged. I still can’t discover how much membership costs. Is it free to direct descendants of Carl Janke, who brought six portable houses around the Cape – in 1848? You would think so.

This is the backdrop for my series that begins with the completion of Living Spaces built on the old Tanforan Mall. We see this image – and zoom in on the young man wearing burnt orgne pants.

“Hello! My name is Ranger Rose Broderick. That’s me in the orange pants. I am a computer graphics artist, and do a walk-on for the super project I helped design. I proudly live in my own condo at the West Roseville Utopian Village – in Appartment 2. I have yet to have my parents and grandparents over, for they are – FRIGGEN INSANE! It runs in the family! I suffered from mental illness as a child, and was treated by our famous neighbor. Arthur Robert Jensen who gave me permission to adopt all the trappings of my generation without being haunted by the highly critical opinions of my grandfather, Johnny Waterfront Broderick, who is often referred to, as….

THE RAGING WALKING ACID TEST

To be continued.

Arthur Robert Jensen (August 24, 1923 – October 22, 2012) was an American psychologist and writer. He was a professor of educational psychology at the University of California, Berkeley.^[1]^[2] Jensen was known for his work in psychometrics and differential psychology, the study of how and why individuals differ behaviorally from one another.

He was a major proponent of the hereditarian position in the nature and nurture debate, the position that genetics play a significant role in behavioral traits, such as intelligence and personality. He was the author of over 400 scientific papers published in refereed journals^[3] and sat on the editorial boards of the scientific journals Intelligence and Personality and Individual Differences.^[4]

GLAD-HANDING

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to be very friendly to people you have not met before, usually as a way of trying to get an advantage: They were hired as team ambassadors, mainly to glad-hand with fans.

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Belmont History Book

Book signing event; meet the author!

Date:04/12/2014 4:00 PM – 7:00 PM
Location:Historic Manor Building
Twin Pines Park
Belmont, California 94002
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YOU ARE INVITED TO A BELMONT BOOK SIGNING

COME AND JOIN THE BELMONT HISTORICAL SOCIETY AT THE HISTORIC MANOR BUILDING IN TWIN PINES PARK.

SATURDAY APRIL 12 , 2014 FROM 4 P.M. TO 7 P.M.

MEET THE AUTHOR, CYNTHIA KARPA McCARTHY

OUR NEW BELMONT HISTORY BOOK WILL BE ON SALE.

IF YOU HAVE PRE-PURCHASED A BOOK, BRING IT WITH YOU TO HAVE IT SIGNED

WE WILL HAVE ON DISPLAY BELMONT’S NEW CITY WEB SITE

AND NEW INTERACTIVE HISTORY TOUR

OUR HISTORY ROOM WILL BE OPEN

FREE MEMBERSHIP IN THE BELMONT HISTORICAL SOCIETY FOR THOSE WHO ATTEND

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I Sold New Tires When I Was Seven

Posted on June 30, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press

William Broderick married Alice Stuttmeister, the daughter of William Stuttmeister and lived here on 13th. Ave in Oakland. Gertrude Stein grew up four blocks away on 13th. Above is the car Vic bought after something happened to other car he bought new in Concord. He kept the driver’s door closed with a piece of hemp rope – that I fixated on when we moved to San Sebastian – a good neighborhood. Why doesn’t my father spend money to get the door fixed. I was embarrassed. If my father was born ten years later, he might have rode with the Angels. He was overly qualified. He boxed on deck of the ships he sailed while a Merchant Marine. A couple of my schoolmates became Angels. I knew all the Psycho Boys that were real sick. Did I really want to hang with a bunch of Victors On Wheels. At the Lafayette house my father went for his gun in the top drawer of his big desk. He was going to cap my ass. I shouted at him….

“Grow up!”

My First Job

Posted on July 11, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press

Victor and Rosemary

Chapter Two

When I was seven I was employed as a BF Goodrich tire salesman. I was a Bald Tire Spotter. My job was to ride around Oakland in the backseat of Vic’s 1938 Plymouth and look at the tires of a car to see if the tread had worn down enough to warrant me taking down the license plate number – while the car was still moving! If you didn’t get the whole number in the short time you had to do this, you whipped your head out the window to get the rest of the number – on the front license plate. Mark sat on the left side, and usually got it right – the first time. He was a year older than me.

Looking in his rearview mirror, with disgust, my father saw that I was a Head Whipper, and may not be cut out for this job. However, this did not mean I got to stay at home with my Mommy.

After Victor went on Strike, and refused to go to work because he saw he got the raw end of the deal, and, after we came back from our merciful vacation at our relatives house, Captain Victim called for a family meeting, and announced in a stern voice;

“From now on. There is no free lunch in this family. You boys are going to work – with me!”

My brother noticed off the top our younger sisters were not going to go to work. Christine was his favorite child. There already existed rumors I was not conceived by Victor, but by a stranger my mother used to attack his masculinity, and, render him impotent. This is why Victor kept a close eye on me because there is that Oedipus thing. Never mind Vic is not my real father, in his mind. Like I said, Vic went out of his way to butcher Freud.

Suddenly Vic hits the breaks, grabs the back of the seat and whips his head around in order to give me his best menacing stare. I do my best to conceal my terror.

“What about that car we just passed! Why didn’t you get its license plate? What are you, a moron?”

Vic throws the car in reverse, and hits the brake.

“What did I tell you. If it’s under a quarter of a inch – IT’S BALD!”

When Victor was hired for this job, his boss never dreamed his employee would use his sons as slave labor. We were not paid a dime. We worked for food and shelter. Rosemary was not allowed to show us affection because she was the Presco Family Secretary. After Rosemary drove Victor out of our house with a knife, our mother told us her husband refused to wear a contraceptive, he telling his help-meet when she begged him;

“It’s like taking a shower with your socks on!”

Vic’s job description was for him to drive around Oakland, by himself, spot a balding tire, then go up to the door and knock. The problem with this, Oakland was full of working stiffs, and many housewives who were home alone were afraid to open their door to this menacing looking man – who was always in a rage! He was not allowed to leave a card, or brochure. Sometimes he knocked on the wrong door.

“That’s not my car, Moron! Why don’t you get a real job, and stop playing grab-ass!”

This is when he had a brainstorm. He would take down the license and have his buddy Skip run it at the police department, and get the name and address. He then got these cards printed up that looked kind of official. There was talk about how a bald tire could cause an accident. I am sure Vic asked for permission to use the Oakland Police seal. I do not recall seeing it. But, the idea was to Bust the Dangerous Baldies, and shame them into buying new tires from Mr.Presco.

If you dare give Victor ‘The Leo’ an angry look, it was evidence you wanted to kill him so you can have your way with his beautiful secretary. The fact that Mark and I would not reach pubescence in four years, or so, did not alleviate Victor’s paranoia. As the weeks wore on, he became more convinced we wanted to do him harm. With my father, the Golden Rule……never arrived! I believe Vic owned much anger towards his father, and, he needed to see what that looked like, with his sons.

As God is my witness, I will make his cruelty famous one day!

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oedipus_the_King

Because all four of Vic and Rosemary’s children became hippies, I believe it is historically and culturally vital to tell their story, along with ours. ‘The Wonder Years’, was fiction.

Die Alte Roseville Garage

Posted on January 4, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press

I Artist

Chapter Four – The Old Roseville Garage

For over a year I have talked about getting funding, or, getting Hollywood, to make a propaganda movie in order to – WARN THE PEOPLE! With this warning from a Candian named Homer, perhaps I can hit on the Canadian Government, and, The Queen, to make a “What if?” movie.

“Under the less-optimistic scenarios, the risks to our country in their cumulative effect could easily be existential, far greater than any in our federation’s history. What happens, for instance, if high-profile political refugees fleeing persecution arrive in our country and the US regime demands them back. Do we comply?”

US could be under rightwing dictator by 2030, Canadian professor warns (msn.com)

WHAT IF?……..Nazi Germany won the war, and, Canada held out?

Chapter….The Fall of Roseville

When the Panzer tanks rolled into Roseville, they headed for the Southern Pacific railyard where Good Ol’ Joe Wislon was coupling freight cars destined for Chicago. When a Tiger pulled on the rails and pointed it big eighty-eight at Joes head. Joe – who had killed Germans in World War One – thought about opening the throttle, but, he would be toast in a second. Engineer Joe, held up his hands as he walked towards Colonel Waltzerwitz.

In months Old Joe is showing Nazi propaganda movies in the alley outside his Good Ol Garage where the neighbors gathered in the summer, and had a Bar-B-Que. Two months later, he is asked to put on a Nazi uniform and start hauling American Traitors back on American soil. Canada, had fallen. However, there was a resistance of American and Canadian Mountain Men – that would never surrender. Joe had a good idea the Americans he carried in box cars, were going to be executed.

To Be Continued.

I just found this photo of me where I tower over Joe and Mark. I am a giant. No wonder Victor told all our kin I was not his son, but, the product of Rosemary’s – betrayal! I told a friend one theory I owned about my hitting my head against the wall…My brains are bigger! My head is bigger! I got Stuttmeister genes, and they have way bigger heads! My brain was – severely cramped – and needed more room. Did Grandpa Joe believe Rosemary fucked this big giant guy while Vic was delivering chips for Granny Goose? Is this why Joe hated Liberals?

We had a Huck Finn, Sawyer life with Joe, camping in Gold Country and swimming in the Russian River. I connect with the movie ‘The Invasion of The Bodysnatchers’. It was out by the garage, in a cabana chair that I rendered my infamous mind-altering painting that blew Grandma’s mind. I was twelve. My family would never be the same! I became a Sapper…..A Saboteur!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saboteur_(film)

I – Artist – Mein Tent Meister

Posted on January 3, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press

I – Artist

Chapter Three – The Rise and Fall of Butterball

A friend gave me some writing advice…”Never explain! Never complain! “You can say this was the edict from King Nazi Victor, for in him lie – The Elusive German Victory. He would put on videos of World War Two and EXPLAIN to his young secretaries how Hitler – could have won. They were working in his home. One rebel woman kept calling him “Vic The Nazi” – to his face. He did not – COMPLAIN! The best way to describe my brother is quote from his major contribution to – The White Race!

“Most white people will think I am cold and heartless. They feel guilty that they have so much and so many others have so little. They want to help alleviate the suffering of the poor people of the world. But I warn you, you can only help them help themselves, and if they cannot do it for themselves there is little you can do. If you continue to subsidize the population explosion of these non-achieving races they will turn your culture into their culture and you will watch your children suffer the same low quality of life as theirs.

The most important thing you can do for them now is to stop the population explosion of these “poor” people. The sheer numbers are keeping them poor and “enslaving” them as cheap labor.

t should be clear by now that black Americans enjoy a much higher quality of life than they have earned. But they still see themselves as victims because they are not provided with economic parity to white people and they hate us for it. This is irrational because white people don’t do this for each other as explained above. Statistically there are twice as many poor white people than black people, but these poor whites don’t seem to get the same attention.”

Twice I was sent south to stay with grandma Mary, and my aunts, while Mark was sent to our father’s mother’s home in Roseville. He always came home with toys. One year he came home with a new cedar chest of toys. I never got toys – as part of the experiment. I was also not allowed to go in Grandpa Joe’s Garage – with Joe and Mark! Joe built that garage and Melba’s house. You can see the garage doors are open. They were closed at night, or, when Joe and Mark were doing their special bonding thing. Being a year younger, I was told I would be old enough – next summer. There are Joe’s tools in there. Well, Joe and I were never alone in that garage. As an Artist-Writer with an unlimited imagination, I can make all kinds of things happen in ‘The Old Roseville Garage’ How about a sitcom about White Supremacy practiced on Whites?

“Don’t be an ass! It has nothing to do with your black skin!”

“What did you just call me- peckerwood?”

The piece de resistance, was Old Joe’s Army Tent that he erected in the backyard after Rosemary called up Melba, and shouted’

“Stop giving my children enemas!”

Melba was very protective of her antique furniture she inherited from the Stuttmeisters, and was a firm believer in Feces and Urine Leakage, that children can not CONTROL like adults can. Vic claims his Stuttmeister aunts sexually molested him when he stayed with them, but, what they were doing was sticking a straw up his penis to get all the piss out. It’s a – German Thing – like having to get Mark’s permission to enter The Boy Meister’s Tent. Once inside, I saw a big stack of new comic books by my brothers cot. He told me I can only read the ones he was finished reading. Bit, I had to ask his permission.

“May I read this Uncle Scrooge comic?”

I did my best not to be hurt, and, be read. The adults’ around me were studying my High Levels of Low Self Esteem in order to get a clue as to what went wrong with their lives. They needed to be fed High Octane Self Esteem, mixed with ministering low esteem to all inferiors. At thirteen I told my artist friend, Bill Arnold, that I was The Presco Family Jew. He was impressed with my evaluation, my explanation for why – they are the lunatics – not me. And, instead of getting therapy, they experimented on me. If reading Marks USED comics, made him happy, I was amused! I adopted a Amuse a Nazi Program. I understood that Artists, Writers, and Actors – rebelled against males like Victor and Mark, Mark’s rein as Nazi Prince For A Day, began to crumble when he began to put on allot of weight. Rosemary called up Melba.

“Stop feeding Mark all that food. He’s getting as fat as a butterball!”

When Mark got around his skinny siblings, it became evident there was some kind of food abuse going on – that the neighbors noticed! What they noticed, was the Hawaiian hat he wore. He looked stupid in it. My friends were laughing – behind his back!

‘Your brother is a kiss-ass suck up mommas boy! What a chump!”

“True, but he is much more. He is Vic and Rosemary’s – GLARING FAILURE! They put all their chips on him – AND LOST! To cover up for this experiment gone wrong, they made me The Fulltime Lunatic. and Scapegoat. Mental illness is not inherited from the parents, but from the younger brother, who is The Bad Seed!” I love that movie, and the video of the Nazi Drummer Boy who is the brother my brother – deserved? Nope! He could not stand the competition.

I tell people of color…..it is not a matter of White Supremacy over people of color – and Jews, it is a matter of the burning need of some white folk, to feel superior to other white folk, When Hitler rose to power, he made plans to make millions of white people – inferior the the German White People again. He used the excuse that they needed to be conquered, because they are keeping the white race – down – by seeing all peoples as equals. Being a poor white was the result of being tolerant. Hitler and his gang studied the Confederacy. That they were not successful, was another major blow to Superior White People – who made millions of white people slaves in WW11.

It was very key for Vic and Rosemary to raise a POOR CHILD FAILURE – who needs to be taught a lesson – for the sake of the Neo-Nazi Empire! For me to even consider being A SUCCESS at seventy five, is very threatening to me, even though my natal family – is all dead. However, Mark may still be alive.

“Statistically there are twice as many poor white people than black people, but these poor whites don’t seem to get the same attention.”

While getting sober at Serenity Lane, the head counciled me one on one. Hillary said this in 1987;

“Have you considered you are your grandfathers?”

Vic and Rosemary’s fathers – were utter failures, a Bum and a Bohemian! They were out of the family when my parents were young. They wondered how different they would be if they had a successful MAN of the House. They set up a lab experiment. Mark is – the successful Father Figure! No way can I succeed! No fucking way!

Mark abandoned both his parents when he was sixteen, because……THEY WERE FAILURES!

BUTTERBALL TAKES ALL!