Today is July 22, 2027. I just got up, turned in the news, and saw what a Russian drone factory looks like. A Russian gives thanks to his leaders for having the foresight to understand it would be….
“A WAR OF DRONEs!”
Spooky Noodles has sworn there are important people reading my blog – and react! This is a compliment. My neighbor shouted I was a psychopath by what she reads in this blog. She is a nurse who was dismissed from eh Johnson Unit where she worked for many years – dealing with the insane. I asked her why she was dismissed. She refused to say, saying those records are – sealed!
Secular and religious history is full of accounts of people being harassed for claiming they are – A PROPHET! Royal Rosamond Press will publish some of these accounts, because, what other weapons are there yet to be made, that someone with foresight might already be aware of, but is afraid to reveal because a neighbor is suggesting they will be
“LOCKED UP IN A LUNATIC WARD”
I created Miriam Starfish Christling in answer to my menacing critics, such as Alley Valkyrie. She too honed in on my claims I was a prophet. I claimed my church is in South Africa, and I am a
“ZULU NAZARITE”
Come to think of it, I exposed a Russian who said he was in the U.S. Navy and posted pics on his Facebook. I told him one looks like a Russian Naval base. He unfriended me! Take note these drones are used to bomb and terrorize citizens in their homes – while they sleep! Iran is given credit for sharing their technology with Russia. This is..
DRONE TERRORISM
I asked my neighbor why she never called Cahoots to come help me while I’m having a n (alleged) psychotic episode. She said
“It will take more than Cahoots to get you out of here!”
I asked her if she thought our old neighbor Cheryl was insane. She refused to answer. I now suspect she believes I called 911 on her, and, she is hell bent on wanting to see me dragged OUT OF HERE
……kicking and screaming! I have been on the bus with Ken Kesey. I have called this woman
NURSE RATCHET
THE WARD WARS
She knows I am authoring my autobiography! This post is going into my Companion Book, so my readers can see what its like to write a James Bond Novel – or two. I wrote a Colombo-like detective book, using this woman as a model, and she had me show it to her mother.
BINGO! I will have James locked up in a Russian Psyche Ward where a 400 pound Nashi Nurse tries to break Bond’s will, and destroy his mind…..forever! Will Nurse Tanya employ LSD?
Bond Trips out and plays masterful mind ganes with..
THE GARGANTUEN GASLIGHTER
Im now going to try and sell my detective story ‘Kimbo and Wade’. I might make Wade around twenty-five years of age – and he looks like Columbo’s grandson. Kimbo runs away from her home in Telavi, and becomes a Zulu Nazarite. As a detective team, they come to Springfield Oregon and investigate what became of….
An idea for Quibi ten minute movie based upon real life – if you want to call it that. This is like a Sam Spade story of a large woman out for revenge after she felt she was rejected for her obesity.
John Presco a.k.a. Doc Savage
Copyrght 2020
Kim Haffner wanted to see me dragged off to the Johnson Unit where she worked. She told me she thought our neighbor was insane. She was thrilled at the idea I would go to the JU instead of Cheryl. She wanted all our neighbors to see me taken away in a straight jacket, like Cheryl! This was some sort of Women’s Revenge and Transference. Cheryl will be made whole while I am being hit with a shot of thorazine in a padded cell.
If you took a survey, 99% of males would say the last thing they want is a crazy woman to come to their door – and go crazy! After Kim movied in, she noticed our neighbor – was crazy! Kim Hafner complained about the glitter Cheryl threw all over our stairs, claiming we like the glitter. Kim said it was all over her carpet. I told her about the horrific pounding noise I got from time and suggested this was being done to get my attention. Kim said she understood, having worked on the John Unit.
After twenty minutes of crashing and banging, I called Kim and had her call Cheryl. I heard her phone ring, but, Cheryl did not pick up. Five minutes later, I hear this scraping sound at my door, I open it and Cheryl collapses and falls inside my home. She is screaming
Many writers end up isolated like Pynchon. When we manage to get away from our keyboards, often our story, and, material gathering go with. Ideas pop up out of nowhere. My neighbor Kim would take me shopping. We would discuss some of the nutty inexplicable things going on in our appartment complex. I thought Kim had a sharp mind. I compared us to Detectives. Later, the old Colombo came to mind, and I thought this show needed to be revived for the new generation. I came up with Kimbo and Wade. Here is the first ‘Walk-on’ of Ian Fleming. I was in trance a lot.
In September of 2018, I proposed a remake of Columbo. I am now going to do a treatment of The Rockford Files that my kin Harlee McBride appeared in. Royal taught Erle Stanley Gardener to write and type. Erle created Perry Mason starring Raymond Burr who wanted my art in his gallery. As a New Year Resolution, I’m going to join the Script Writer’s Guild. My connections give me an advantage. I have not formed a partnership with anyone.
The Kimbo and Wade Show Posted on September 1, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Many writers end up isolated like Pynchon. When we manage to get away from our keyboards, often our story, and, material gathering go with. Ideas pop up out of nowhere. My neighbor Kim would take me shopping. We would discuss some of the nutty inexplicable things going on in our appartment complex. I thought Kim had a sharp mind. I compared us to Detectives. Later, the old Colombo came to mind, and I thought this show needed to be revived for the new generation. I came up with Kimbo and Wade. Here is the first ‘Walk-on’ of Ian Fleming. I was in trance a lot.
Too bad non-writers want to hog the show, take over your efforts and make them their own. Instead of me proudly showing off Snyder’s book to Kim and her people, I hide the evil slanderous thing. I wanted Kim to give me a fresh perspective, and tell me I had a reason to doubt many facts. I got just the opposite. Kim Hafner went over to the dark side.
What Kim did was make her the Mother Goose of my Secret Self and Forbidden Information that she fed to her chicklings. She is Nurse Ratched. They played amateur psychiatrist. They wanted MORE. She pretended to be my friend, but, was spying on me. This is what executor Sydney Morris set up when he sold my sister’s creative legacy to a outsider who pretended to be – like family! A world famous woman artist lost control of HER INFOMATION. Her 276 page autobiography was – disappeared. She was made out to be a dangerous psychotic. My nieces Inheritance – was destroyed! With the help of Liz and Fleming, it rises from the ashes!
I disavow any collaboration or relationship with Kim Hafner.
John Presco 007
Copyright 2018
Columbo’s Flaws, Fears and Phobias
Fictional heroes often seem invincible because they are so mentally and physically flawless. James Bond is not just clever: he is also agile and strong, and totally without fear – the picture of mental and physical perfection. Even Mike Hammer, a relatively brutish slug, has no major mental or bodily shortcomings.
Kimbo And Wade Posted on May 10, 2017by 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’.
After discovering her beautiful interior, she changed her outward appearance. This was more than a protest, and a show of rebellion. At eighteen she was known as the World’s Foremost Skeptic. She was Queen of the Trolls on the internet. Facebook became her Killing Field. When she was banned, she came back as a new persona. Her most lethal character was Lily Mae Rosamond, country redneck woman. She was a cyber castrator. She lured beer-guzzling hog-men from Arkansas, to their doom. She was Jail Bait From Hell. She took no prisoners!
Kinbo O’Conerstein was born in a Kibbutz to Sean O’Conner, and Susanne Finkelstein. Sean was an IRA Bomber who lost his core identity when peace was made in Northern Ireland. Looking for more trouble to get himself into, he moved to Israel. That’s when he saw her out his window. Captain Susanne was chasing a dozen Palestinian boys down a narrow road, all by herself. They had hit her with a rock. Her platoon did not follow her as she charged into them. Now, they had her cornered in a dead end. They all had a rock in their hand, a dozen more at their feet. That’s when Sean ran down the stairs, and put his body between the boys, and, the woman he would soon marry.
“Let he without sin, cast the first stone!”Sean shouted, his green Irish eyes all ablaze with passion that had been handed down for fifty generations. The boys marveled at his thick accent, his bravery, his……I will never back down………resolve! And one by one, they dropped their rocks and went home to have some lunch.
WADE
When Lieutenant Wade caught his fellow officers being boys in the locker room, he joined in the bragging contest. There he’d be, with big old man balls dangling as he dried his hairy legs with one foot on the bench.
“Timothy Leary’s wife, Rosemary, and I started fucking like bunny rabbits the minute we lay eyes on one another. I was seventeen, a freshman at Harvard. I was a whiz-kid majoring in chemistry. My classmate, who beat at Boris Spassky at chess, suggested we go out to Millbrook and buy some reefer, give it a try, see what it was like. Did I tell you that after my friend beat Spassky, a young Putin came up and kicked my friend in the balls as hard as he can. Never turn your back on that sore loser………….Hey, where ya fellas going?
THE PINUSMOBILE
When Wadsworth and Kimbo’s squad car was sabotaged by toothpicks broken off in the locks, they mosbyed over to the impound yard to borrow a car for the day. That’s when Wadsworth T. Shingletown spotted ‘The Chicken Wagon’.
‘Hey Kimbo. Check this ride out. This is the old relic from the Swap Meet Pickers Fair they had out there on Highway 99 last year. There was a shootout over a big bundled deal gone bad. The guy who drove this, was the last man standing. See the bullet holes? He almost made it to Eugene, but, having bled out, he crashed through the fence onto the driving range at Fidel’s Green, where he was unmercifully pelted with golf balls, until they realized the driver was dead. I tell you, there are some mean golfers in the Emerald Valley! Two of them threw their golf clubs away, for good, and got into therapy.”
KIMBO “Yep! That’s what I heard. I can’t stay away from a good swap meet. They don’t make glass like they used to. What’s the name on the panel? Pinus Chicken Ranch – Fresh Eggs Today’.”
WADSWORTH “No, that’s pronounced Pinus, not Penis!”
KIMBO “Whatever. Let’s get in and see if it runs.”
ONE YEAR LATER
After failing to coax Kimbo and Wade to get the brakes fixed on the Chicken Wagon, the chief ordered them to do so – pronto!
“That wreck gets on everyone’s nerves. When you pull into the parking lot, its like fingernails on a chalkboard. We can’t think. Everyone stops what they are doing until you come to a complete, agonizing, stop. We lose our place, forget where we were in our investigations.”
KIMBO “Hey! Wait a minute Chief. Why do you think we crack so many cases. Our suspects have the same reaction. We call them up and tell them we will be right over. We delay our arrival an hour. By then, they are fit to be tied. They had gotten all prepared, ready to be smooth and in control. Then, we pull into their driveway. Right off they think we are Mexican gardeners who have lost their way, or, are using their drive way to turn around. They come at us – screaming! Some are waving the golf club they keep by the front door. When we flash them our badge – WE GOT EM! They are all softened up. Their boundaries are shattered. They’ll rat on their own grandmother just to get rid of us.”
CHIEF “Hmm! You got a point. Perhaps we can do a modification, install another set of breaks?
ONE MONTH LATER
Kimbo and Wade are driving down Franklin Street, when this dude in a plastic Jelly Beanmobile, who had been riding Wade’s ass for three blocks, passed the CW in a huff, then slowed down. This was common. Young punks who can barely make their car payment, hate the idea of being stuck behind an old beater. When the JB was caught by a red light, Wade gave the order.
WADE “Give em an A!”
KIMBO “You got it!”
Kimbo hit the old switch on the panel of plywood that had four switches on it. And, the loud sound of a truck with real bad brakes came screeching out of the speaker under the grill.
WADE “Now, smoke em!”
Kimdo hit switch B, and acrid smoke came out of the tire wells.
They had stopped busting their britches with laughter a week ago, because, they were just taking care of business, now. Yeah! There was some police harassment.
The Chicken Police nonchalantly watched another young punk frantically pull his JB to the curb, believing he was going to get rear-ended – big time!
When Wade pulled alongside, Kimbo rolled down the window.
KIMBO “Sorry about that. As soon as we sell enough eggs, we’re going to get our brakes fixed. You go on a head. We’ll make sure we stay well enough behind. No, you go! O.K. Have it your way!
Harlee McBride is in my family tree, along with her two daughters. She was married to Garth Benton who went to Reseda High School. Harlee starred in a soft-porn flick and was in Playboy. Bree Benton is an actress. The Belzers are kin to Liz Taylor via my late Sister, the famous artist ‘Rosamond’
She married actor Richard Belzer in 1985. They met in Los Angeles in 1981, when she was 31 and divorced,[1] with two daughters, Bree and Jessica.[1] McBride, who had been seen in Playboy magazine four years earlier as part of…
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