Big MacCoomba Love
A Weird Love Story
by
John Presco
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
I am going to present my idea for a movie, or/and play, titled Big McCoomba Love (At the McConald)
With the discovery that Jack Webb was asked to play Dean Vernon Wormer in National Lampoon’s Animal House, my abandoned dream to make Springfield a Bohemian Hotspot and Culture Center here in Oregon – is back on!
I am going to ask President Donald Trump to star in Big MacCoomba Love – because he is BML. He wants to be bigger than Vinnie The Chin, and make America a permanent set for The Godfathers. If I don’t give him a piece of the action, he’ll close my show down – the day it opens! Of course he will say no, but I will get on his Nice List opposite Liz Chreney that gave the worst review to a showman in human history. Consider what Caligula would have done. How about Papa Stalin?
I took a walk an hour ago and ran into a neighbor of twenty-one years. I asked her about Frill hauling out her Halloween Juggernaut, and saying she did not want me to be a part of – her thing! I suspect this is retribution for walking away from her Art Lesson Juggernaut she set up in Cloverleaf Gargen so she can use Rosamond on her resumé’. A couple of days later I was reminded of the Stefan Eiens and Christine Wandel show that took over New York’s alternative art scene for a year. But, best not tell Frill, lest it go to her head. We had texted about making a movie about this Strange Love Garden.
I am thinking of using the Witch-hunt Video at the beginning of my movies. In the Poo;-Done flick my neighbors are at my door with torches and pitchforks, when a hundred lights appear in the sky!
“Oooooh! Ahhhh!”
And I ruch inside and lock my door that they are now pounding on in a murderous rage!
“LOCK HIM UP! LOCK HIM UP!”
JP
EXTRA! I made a video of Shill and her giant snowman and Santa Claus on their lawn. But, I hit the mute button by mistake. Darn! There were two women talking very loud. I heard every word about their latest crisis that they make public all the time. When I tried to keep Gossip Central off the premises where I live, they went back to Gossip Base No.1 They hardly are ever inside. They came away carrying a box, chattering away, which reminded me of the Box Sister my buddy Spooky McNoodle has.
“All day long she moves boxes around. After she gets them stacked just so – she become unhappy – and moves them to a different place.”
My neighbors read a post about me in a fake Eugene Abuser site, and believed everything they read, saying it was written in the Eugene Weekly. This is slander! They slandered me in front of many of my neighbors – very loudly!
Six years ago, I began a painting of this quarrelsome couple. On Halloween ( a year ago) I added tombstones with the name ‘Cat’ on them. I warned Chris not to be alone with Stefan at the house that I put in this work. Stefan goes once a year to tend to his statues in Austria – where the long arm of the law could not reach him. It now occurs to me Belle’s angel warned her daughter about Eins – who couldn’t wait to meet her! I told Stefan we were coming on the train.
Though Webb’s screen persona was on the dour side, in real life, the guy had a great sense of humor! He was offered the role of Dean Vernon Wormer in National Lampoon’s Animal House, and though he turned it down because (in his own words) “the movie didn’t make any damn sense,” he did other work that showed his lighter side. Don’t believe it? Just look for him in the 1950 Billy Wilder film Sunset Boulevard or find the famous Tonight Show sketch he did with Johnny Carson, a Dragnet spoof that left both men in stitches before the end (“Copper Clapper Caper”). Webb also did some terrific dramatic work in films such as The Men and Dark City, very much worth checking out.
Alley Valkerie on facebook message.
“Please, go ahead and blog my threat.
You have no fucking idea what you’re getting yourself into
You also have no idea how many people are already on to you, and how many people have my back. We also have six other mutual friends who are going to learn about your behavior ASAP
And just so you know as well: if you write anything about me that could be construed as defamatory, you will be hearing from my lawyers ASAP.”
John Gregory Presco, DOB 10/8/1946
This man’s name is John Gregory Presco, DOB 10/8/1946. He lives in Springfield, Oregon.
He frequents Eugene, especially the Whiteaker neighborhood, and regularly shows up at activist events. He is a stalker, a harasser, and an obsessed delusional sicko. He targeted a friend of mine and has been writing about her obsessively, and when I confronted him about his behavior, he decided to target me as well.
If you need a concrete example of his behavior and why I am posting this, his delusional writings can be found at https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com
If you see him in your neighborhood, on the street, or anywhere, call him out. Expose him. Make it known that you will not accept and tolerate someone who harasses and obsesses over young women in our community. This man is a very sick individual. Anyone who deliberately makes women feel unsafe should not be tolerated in this or any community.
By MICHAEL GOLDBERG, SCOTT BAUER and JILL COLVIN
Updated 5:48 AM PST, September 8, 2024
Share MOSINEE, Wis. (AP) — With just days to go before his first and likely only debate against Vice President Kamala Harris, former President Donald Trump posted a warning on his social media site threatening to jail those “involved in unscrupulous behavior” this election, which he said would be
Kimbo And Wade
Posted on May 10, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
Kimbo and Wade
The Tale of the Lost Cellphone
by
Jon Presco
Copyright 2017
KIMBO
Detective Sargent Kimbo O’Connorstien, looked young for her age. If you have to know, she is thirty-eight. When she was sixteen she used a fake Israeli passport she purchased from Hamas, to enter the Miss America Beauty Pageant, held in New York in 1996. While changing in the dressing room, she was accosted by a man whom she wants to remain anonymous. He abused her. He shamed her. He made her believe she was not worthy. She came to believe being beautiful put her on the wrong path, the path to meet The Big Bad Wolf’.
The Cogswells were also involved in an attempt to prevent the execution of Goodwife Proctor in the Salem witch trials. According to Ipswich In The Massachusetts Bay Colony, 290-291, by Thomas Franklin Waters, The Ipswich Historical Society, 1905: “Five members of the Cogswell family were among the twenty prominent people who signed the petition drawn up by the Rev. John Wise on behalf of Goodwife Proctor, who stood accused of witchcraft. Mary Warren alleged that she had been threatened and abused by Goodwife proctor, and that she had seen apparitions of people who had long since been murdered by the wife of John Proctor. This evidence prevailed and the good woman was sentenced to death.”
Yesterday, Sue Hafner, returned my call. I had just discovered that Garth Benton (Paul Garfield Benton) went to Reseda High School, and graduated in 1959. Two months ago I was at Sue and Jack’s home looking at family photos, and the 1958 yearbook, because Sue had graduated in 1958 from Reseda High. I was going to help her with a story about her grandfather, Maynard, a renowned pole vaulter. Jack Webb was at his wedding.
As it turns out, the actress, Merry Anders, played police woman, Dorothy Miller, in the series Dragnet, and, co-starred in the movie with Garth Benton, who played Buddy ‘Raiders From Beneath The Sea. Merry starred in ‘The Hypnotic Eye’ and ‘The Beauty and the Beast’. This makes Garth the most famous graduate of Reseda High.
Six years ago Chris and Stefan bought a house together in Wilkes-Barre. They only knew each other for a month. I told Chris this may have been a very bad idea. How did she know he would not take advantage of her? He may be a famous artist, and all that, but, do all artists have a stellar reputations?
They had met at a Landlord dispute group in the Village. Christine was being evicted because she had twelve cats. Stefan came to her rescue when she began to cry, and helped find homes for most of the felines. He also painted my ex-lovers appartment – and turned it into – his museum! Hmm! Stefan was living in a hotel. Then they wanted me to buy the abandoned house next door that was about to be torn down. Christine said there was a black cat living in this ruin – that would not let her near it. I was appalled!
“You want me to spend my Trust from my uncle on a building I would not be able to live in – just to save a black cat?”
“Yes!”
“You’re insane!”
Then Christine told me she believed Stefan wanted her dead so he can sell the house.
“He needs money to spend on his Euro-Skanks who have been tricked into seeing him as a great artist. But, he’s not. In half a minute, he twisted a piece of wire, and hung it on a nail!”
“Did he drive the nail into your wall?”
“No! It was already there! He is so pleased with it. He hung all this other trash next to it. We worked so hard fixing my place up. I wanted us to get married after I put him on the Deed. He squiggled this Love Contract on a piece of paper with a badly drawn heart. It’s embarrassing. He put a picture of just himself under it. I take the heart down when we have company, which doesn’t happen anymore. At a gallery, he covered my mouth when I wanted to talk about the show. The artist was asking for some input!”
One of these skanks is an artist – who tried to kiss Stefan on the mouth as a art gallery. Christine physically prevented this. The video shows the three swirling round and round. Chris throws her cup of wine on the rude woman. This artist empties her cup on Christine’s head. This skank is seen with Eins and Herman Nitsch who conducts blood crucifixion rituals. My Boston Blue Blood ended up shoving her lover into a large plastic garbage can full of cheap Dixie cups and Styrofoam paper plates.
To discover The Black Cat, by Edgar Allan Poe, allowed me to ground all my information in my Gideon Computer. Christine had called me a hundred times to make a report on the insane relationship she was having with Eins. I told her many times to not tell me about them because she was triggering my PTSD. The alleged rape of Eins with a toilet plunger by a three hundred pound homeless woman – was enough! She showed the NYPD spatters of blood on the ceiling. When she changed the locks on the door he went to the hardware store – and bought a crowbar!
“You got a hardware store in the Village? He actually slammed the crowbar down on the counter and asked in his German accent; ‘How much?”
Six years ago, I began a painting of this quarrelsome couple. On Halloween ( a year ago) I added tombstones with the name ‘Cat’ on them. I warned Chris not to be alone with Stefan at the house that I put in this work. Stefan goes once a year to tend to his statues in Austria – where the long arm of the law could not reach him. It now occurs to me Belle’s angel warned her daughter about Eins – who couldn’t wait to meet her! I told Stefan we were coming on the train.
“He’s a Doctor Strange kind of guy!”
Three years ago Peter Shapiro, who played for The Loading Zone, wanted to pay my plane fare so I could see what was going on with his old flame. Stefan was avoiding me. The Zone had played with the Grateful Dead at one of Kesey’s acid tests. Pete met our mutual lover at a college mix in 1994. Christine was going to Mill’s College. Peter formed a group called ‘Benny and The Boners’ and played at frat parties. Pete’s father was a professor at MIT. It was love at first sight. The three of us lived with the band in an old Victorian in downtown Oakland.
Oh how I miss our midnight chats coming from a park in the Village. I asked the woman who took my virginity when I was twenty, shortly after I was told by psychics I had died, if she was afraid to sit in that park at night.
“No! Many people know me, and are afraid of me. Strangers to this park pick this up. No one sits closer than ten feet. They walk around me. Predictors do not want to get hurt. A infected scratch can take them out of the hunt. They need their fix. They may have even heard rumors about ‘The Cat Lady of Greenwich Village’.”
John Presco a.k.a. John Wilson Poe
Copyright 2020
I will be reading from The Spoon River Anthology on my facebook.
Yam Eating Scanks
Posted on August 9, 2019by Royal Rosamond Press
When Christine told me she went to an Art Gallery opening, where on a table was a big plate of freshly nuked yams – next to cheap bottes of wine – I began to salvitate, because I saw Van Gough’s famous painting ‘The Potatoe Eaters’ . Yams are called ‘Sweet Patatoes.
“Was there a table cloth? If so, what color was it?” I wanted details. What a bi-line!
“You should have seen them. Some of them had colorfully dyed hair. They were almost eighty. It was like Easter for old hags. They made sure to wear dresses with no sleves so everyone can see their arm-flesh flapping. The more winkled – the better! Half of them were wearing black leotards with holes and rips in them.”
“Who are you talking about?”
“The scanks, the old European scanks, who came up to Stefan to get their Euro-kiss! It was disgusting. The germs! The dirty nasty scank germs. I didn’t want to catch what they got!”
This was my inspiration for my painting of Chris&Eins. I pictured them coming to the door of the gallery.
“Excuse me. Can I see your invitations?” the scank at the door asks.
“We don’t need no invitation. We’re Yam Eaters – of the Village!”
“Oh my God! What a privilege to have you here.”
“We came to eat some yams. It says you will serve them. We love yams!”
“You Yam Eaters go way back. To Holland, I believe?”
“Yes, Holland. You have pegged us. Now can we eat some yummy yams?”
“Excuse me, art lovers! Attention! We got members of the Yam Eater tribe with us!”
This review dovetails nicely with my review of Pynchon’s ‘Inherent Vice’. I am getting to own the Big Picture, being I have been up close to very beautiful women, and, they light up your consciousness, in ways – still to be explained. They are other worldly creatures. The Greek acknowledged this – and the church – who owns thousands of naked statues.
Belle Burch and Blue Boy 2
Posted on June 22, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press
Belle claimed downtown Eugene with the help of her thugs. I have long wondered if Donald Trump takes LSD. Last night I considered my last post being – my last! Then I read this…
“Despite incidents in downtown Eugene, locals say the area is getting safer”
Last night I concluded the world is too fucked-up for me to mend or heal. I concluded this in 1965, quit my job selling art supplies, got in my 1959 Ford, and – ended up living with Nancy in SF. Owsley gave us free LSD and we partied with the Jefferson Airplane.
I ran into Belle and her Whoville Gang in 2014. Alas, things are getting better – despite someone giving minors LSD so they can run amuck, and act crazy in Downtown Eugene.
Don’t go to Loma Linda Avenue! Have you taken……LLA? You haven’t lived until you do!
LALL
John Presco
“The EPD reports that on June 16 they responded to some calls involving minors who had apparently taken LSD and were being disruptive. Police said that at about 2 p.m., a 14-year-old girl was reported to be harassing people downtown. Police said the girl had apparently taken LSD and was running in and out of buildings and jumping in front of buses. Police say she was taken to a nearby hospital for treatment.”
The Great Halloween Shunning
Posted on November 6, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press
I talked to HUD yesterday about my tenant rights, verses the rights of Kevin who rented the garage I was not welcome in. Nor was I welcome under his blue canopy that he set up in the garden, and for a the memorial of a homeless guy that died of an overdose. I am thirty-seven years clean and sober. Kevin lives across the street and I believe he pays $90 a month for a garage that is leased for storage and not for the on going socializing of…The Chosen Ones!
I believe Kevin saw me as The Enemy when I showed him and Jill the paper our managers gave us on our water costs and agreement. Hoses were attached to our building and stretched across the street to the community garden that belonged to Beatrice. Mindy encouraged fellow tenants to carry water to their plots. I told these two non-remnants this amounted to Water Theft. I told them I would go to the Springfield City Government and see if they could help turn on the water. I wrote the Mayor. But, then someone showed me the water source that Mundy covered with sod. I saw her laying it down, just as she covered the meter.
I quit the garden, and stayed to myself. Jill kept me informed of the chaos, drinking, and fights. She put a camera on the big tree, and set me a video of our neighbors. I was afraid I would lose HUD if the theft of water caused management to press charges and evict people.
I told HUD about going to the managers and that I was afraid they would evict me, especially if I wrote articles about what insanity I was being put through while I grieve for the death of my niece, and the loss of my good health. These MONSTERS don’t care. They have been locked in on this evil game for three years. One of the managers wanted me to e-mail her pics of the canopy. I showed them this video that they saw in part. Have I been labeled a Fink? Is there illegal activity going on in the garage? I rand for Governor two years ago – as a Republican!
John Presco
Yesterday I called HUD
Hell or High Water
Did Beatrice Blair Know Kenny Reed?
Posted on August 8, 2023 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Last Beatnik Movie
Here is Sandy
John Presco For Governor of Oregon
Posted on April 12, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press
I am a Traditional Candidate for Republican Governor of Oregon. My sister was a world famous artist who married the cousin of the artist, Thomas Hart Benton, the grandson of the famous Senator by the same name. Benton was the first proprietor of the Oregon Territory and is kin to Polly Lane, the wife of Joseph Lane, who was appointed Oregon’s first governor. Lane County is named after Joseph who was a pro-Confederate candidate for Vice President. He was on the ticket with General John Breckenridge whose family was The South that became the new home of the Abolitionist Republican Party. This came about due to the Southern Strategy that should be taught in Oregon schools so that young people will know how the pro-slavery party of Lincoln, became the party of racists who opposed the Reconstruction after the Red States lost the Civil War. John Fremont was the co-founder of the original Republican Party, and its first Presidential Candidate.
I was born in Oakland California. My father was born in San Francisco where one of his German grandfathers built a Turnverein Hall. Carl Janke was the co-founder of Belmont California and had one of that States first theme parks. He was an Odd Fellow, and thus would no subscribe to Christian Nationalism. Nor would Senator Thomas Hart Benton who was honored by the Freemasons who raised monies to build Benton Hall on the campus of Oregon State. Several years ago, Benton’s name was removed. Thomas was the attorney of John Astor, who hired Washington Irving to write book about the Beaver Territory that was a home for his company. The Hart family were partners of Daniel Boone in the Transylvania Fur Company.
Many men came from Europe to make their fortune in the New World. The men that constituted Fremont’s Bodyguard, were Forty-Eighters who fought the Hapsburgs who had created a Christian Nation in the middle of Europe, and who sent two Armadas to destroy the Protestant Christian Nation that Queen Elizabeth ruled. There is no evidence any Christian has worked, but for the one that is sustained in Britain by royals with German roots. Many of the Forty-Eighters were German and were Socialists and Marxists. Lincoln was surrounded by Marxists. Fremont forced Lincoln’s hand by emancipating the slaves of Missouri. He also founded the Radical Democracy Party. Republican Radicals brought about the Civil War. Black people would still be slaves if Fremont had not taken radical steps. John’s wife, Jessie Benton Fremont – the daughter of Thomas – wrote the first book about the Oregon Territory that was explored by John ‘The Trailblazer.
If I become Governor, I will reach out to European Nations to renew a bond very few members of NATO know about. I believe President Zelensky of Ukraine has given new life to the revolution of the Forty-Eighters began in 1848. I suggest Oregon become the Sister State of Ukraine and see itself as a State Member of NATO. Oregon should let our European Allies know we are a Trading Partner in The Pacific.
Let Oregon once again be the model for the Republican Party that has become a symbol for what divided us in Europe and is the reason we were divided over there. We came – here – to find unity of purpose, and create a enlightened culture. Ukrainians are already abandoning the Russian language and culture that oppressed them. Let us follow suit and make an orphan…..the culture of hate. We can do so much with simple love for one another.
John Presco
Radical Democracy Party (United States) – Wikipedia
Love Chicken – Making America Hate Again!
Posted on May 6, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
Thirty-two years ago I graduated from the New Hope program at Serenity Lane. My aftercare packages said;
“Write! Write! Write!”
I am clean and sober – today! I write ten hours a day. My social life, is, faint. Two years ago, I talked to Kim and an ex-neighbor about sending out a movie script titled ‘Love Chicken’ that was inspired by my crazy neighbor, Cheryl. About a dozen of my neighbors were witness to some very strange things that Cheryl had done in our common area. While most mentally ill people manage to confine their condition to their unit, Cheryl shared her insanity – with all of us! At times she was out of control. Trying to get Cheryl to control herself – was impossible! She welcomed the challenge. She fought you. She knocked one rescue guy on his ass, as he hauled her off to the Johnson Unit, where she was “LOCKED UP!”. Where have we heard that term before?
Cheryl went on a glitter rampage for two months. She spread it all over the stairs, and on the path to our abode. She has been taken to the Johnson Unit three times that I know of. When I came home I saw her holding on to the railing and rocking back and forth. I wondered if she was going to jump. I took a video. Turns out she had washed a sweater and was squeezing the water out of it with her feet.
I met Cheryl before we moved in. She was the next door neighbor of a good friend. She told me, here, she had the hots for me – back then! I suspect she wanted me to hold her when she fell at my threshold screaming “CALL 911”. This is the fake Damsel in Distress, gag! She wants to cop a real good feel, this time! How about mouth to mouth? It is against the law to make a fake 911 call. This was a – LOVE CALL!
In the letter she gave Kim she says she freaked out when she could not find her helper. She says she had a “urinary tract infection”. I heard loud banging. I had Kim call her. She did not pick up, or, call 911 herself. When I heard clawing at my door, and opened it, she tumbled in. Taking off her glasses, she tossed then inside. She made sure I could not close my door. If I – a male did this – to her? They had to strap my neighbor onto a gurney. This was a very unpleasant experience for me. In her mind, I had no empathy.
“Even the ambulance driver treated me very bad.”
Yep! They had to strap her in while she took Flight No.505.
This is what irked me. All of a sudden – I am the monster! All three of Cheryl’s caregivers are giving me the evil eye when I come and go to my abode. I had victimized their poor client – with the help of the ambulance driver! I could detect these women did not have relations with men. Were they wounded in love? Did I remind them of the bastard who destroyed their life?
Check out Cheryl’s penmanship. It’s like an explosion at a dictionary factory. She doesn’t trust you to read it – your way. She has deposited Mind Glitter all over the place, with underlined Mind Bombs and Thought Detours! It reminds me of that game Ladders and Slides. Just when you thought you are done, you got to back. It could take half a day to comprehend it. Urinary infection – my ass! Frankenstein would write a letter like this. It looks like more than one person wrote it.
Cheryl talks this way. When she comes at you, her thoughts are already stampeding to get out of the gate. There is no order to them. First come, first serve. She does not give a rat’s ass if you grasp any of it. Steven King would love to get a letter like this – every morning!
“Bring me my muffin and my coo-coo letter.”
“I’m afraid Cheryl’s in the Johnson Unit again. Can I bring you the New York Times crossword puzzle, instead?”
“Darn. You know I can’t write unless I get my daily dose of the Cherylese Enigma! I guess I’ll go work in my herb garden.”
I have been on the bus. My childhood friend, Nancy Hamren, was at my graduation from Serenity Lane. She got me in the Eugene Celebration Parade riding on Further. Here we are talking about the Springfield Creamery at the Ken Kesey mural dedication. Love Chicken is based upon real Nutty Stuff, too. I live in a real Coo-Coos Nest. Have you heard of Nancy’s Yogurt?
Who likes to receive BAD VIBES every day from people who do not pay rent – to live here! Cheryl’s parents moved into a old folks home to get away from her. They warned me. She got her claws in me – for life! I never had sexual relations with that woman!
Cheryl had bought a rubber chicken for her new cat, Petals, who was terrified of it. So, she gave it to me. When she knocked on my door, and no answer, she tied it to my doornob by it elastic feet. This is seen as a voo-doo curse. I took a picture of it, and went to the managers office. They looked at it, and basically said;
“This ain’t nothing. You wouldn’t believe the other crap that goes on here, that is share with us most of the day! Count yourself lucky it’s a fake chicken. Come back and see us when you got something REAL to share with us!”
Cheryl’s mother and father would stop buy now and then, and park in front. They did not go up to the third floor. They waited for Cheryl to come down. I would talk to them. One day, her mother warned me about our friendship. She said when I get to know to know her, I will find out how difficult she is. I was shocked that a mother would say this. A couple of months later, I found out. I took Cheryl to buy plants. When I asked her if she was going to get bottoms to these big pots, she told me she does not believe in them. I told her there would be water pouring down on to my balcony. She pouted. I offered to pay for them. No friggen way. After the first shower, our friendship came to an end. The use of my balcony was severely restricted.
That was over ten years ago. After putting on a new deck, management had to come back and replace two boards that had rotted. There was constant mud and debree from her bamboo plant. Three days ago I had an imspection. My ruined pateo door will be replaced. Kim’s door below me was replaced. Yesterday I looked at Cheryl’s facebook and found – her bliss! My insane neighbor had creatd a Tropical Rain Forest for her and her cat to dwell in. During the summer, she sleeps in her jungle. I am reminded of a Roussau. Note where the bamboo plant is.
I took note that Cheryl only had one friend, named Trixie, who is a Jesus Freak and caregiver for the mentally ill. She has posted a video of our Loony President dividing America some more. He knows he has a million mentally ill Americans – at least – backing his crazy rabble rousing. This is – CRUEL! Trixie is taking advantage of Cheyl. She is on a mission – for Christ!
“Winning souls to Christ for his kingdom!”
Since I was ganged up on by two women who work/worked as caregivers, I wondered if Cheryl’s caregivers were Jesus Freaks, and, they talked to my neighbors. Kim was a witness to my confrontation with two of them, who depicted me as victimizing their client. They had to blame someone, because they couldn’t control Cheryl – nor could Christ! Three workers – are out of here! Cheryl said she was going to fire the one that tried to teach her about respecting others boundaries’. This meant – stop touching me every time I got near. My mother was sexually abusive to my brother and I. Evangelicals are taught Christ bids them to go into the world and convert people to Christianity. They have many churches to help them in their mission. No secular group has such a mission.
Cheryl can not grasp the idea of keeping her mental illness to herself. I suspect she found a way to get to me, via Kim Haffner, Krista, and five other neighbors. I will now call up an agency and report this abuse, because they have given me the idea they are Christians, and thus, are on a mission to “win souls”.
Cheryl got Kim involved by leaving her a letter tucked under a stone by her door. They did not know each other well. Kim was witness to Cheryl knocking the rescue guy on his ass on the stairs. Cheryl is threatening to call the cops if I film her again. There is no law against this. She is – BIG VICTIM! Kim would pick up this theme after seeing all the attention Love Chicken was getting. These dizzy dames could care less if I’m writing novels and blogging all day. They want me down there in Their Goo!
With the help of the good caregiver, I made peace with Cheryl. The plan was her help would come in once a week and sweep my deck. Then, Love Chicken knocked at my door, again. When I opened it, she was wearing her pajamas as if we were going to have a make-up slumber party. In her hand was a pen.
“O.K. Let’s make a list of the best times to come over!”
I took her pic, shut the door, and showed it to management. Did I say she is on love with me? Love Sick, and, Love Chicken. Note in the video below, Cheryl’s caregiver hands me back my phone after the 911 operator aske to talk to her. Cheryl had me call 911. She was screaming so loud 911 asked me to move away from her so she could hear me. Her caregiver toot a 15 minute smoke break. It was all a hoax so she get to tell me how much she loved me. The managers had suggested I ignore her. Was this a successful plan? No! She could not take the rejection. This is stalking!
Love Chicken is now going to be about Donald Trump, too. Many claim he is mentally ill. He empowers himself with the mentally ill by claiming he is a Christian – and on their side. I believe half, if not all, the folks on the Harlow Road overpass, suffer from mental illness, that is being masked by Religious Addiction, and reaction to our National Disease. The folks wearing the “Hex” and the upside down cross, probably have evangelical parents.
Love Chicken will be about the Last Stand of the Last Hippie in Springfield Oregon, that is now the Mecca of new radical ideas. This is due to my large aura of influence that I acquired in San Francisco, and my connection to the Kesey family. I just had a vision of Trump coming here to campaign! Will he cast out demons in the name of Jesus? This reminds me of the Bundy supporters on the freeway ramp with rifles. My ‘Sherriff Two Stars’ video – has come true!
From now on, when I go out with my walker, I will be wearing the Armor of God! No telling what I am going to run into. As I see it, no one in this post is ready to surrender to the Lord any time soon, and are looking for a good fight. This is why I am for a Free Press. Looks like Trump is off on a Crusade in Iran.
“I cover the waterfront!”
John Presco
Rosamond Press 
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