I am the prophet of the ages! Miriam Starfish will take the place of Charlie Kirk! I can…….SUMMON HER!
I titled Trump….
THE LAWNMOWER MAN!
He is attacking THE LAWNS of the White House!
Seer Jon
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Royal Rosamond Guard
Posted on March 3, 2025 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
Victoria Rosemond Bond – was fuming – something she had not done for awhile, because Miriam Starfish was always fuming – for the two of them! But, now that they were no longer a couple, Victoria had to learn to get in touch with her own feelings again.. Going back to the art, helped. She had done three new pieces that honored the love she had for her Amazon. She used marble blocks that were twice the size of her normal work, that were blobbish, as usual. It was difficult to see what she was getting ar. Her masterpieces looked like some fiend had gone nuts on them with a jackhammer.
“She’s in it for the dust! She loves to be covered in marble dust – mixed with tears!”
What had ticked her off was the article about a lawsuit brought against the National Endowment For The Arts, that banned funding for “gender ideology”
Victoria and Starfish had a Gender Crisis. Starfish didn’t think she was manly enough – after she joined a German Templer group thar was talked about colonizing the Holy Land, again. She wanted to be the man of the house, for a change, and go about in a brown Monks robe wearing a large crucifix made of barbed wire..
“I think you’re becoming a Neo-Nazi. I’m deeply concerned! I forbid you to wear that monstrous cross in our home!”
Now Victoria was really angry! She had fallen in love with Pussy Riot, and they were her heroes. They did anything they wanted to do. They were the reason she chose not to change the name of her works that gave her away as a LGBTQ. If she would do that, just compromise a little, then she was sure she could get a grant. But she didn’t need one. She had tons of money. It was the idea. This is when she began to research Canada as a place she would find Creative Freedom. Then the phone rang, It was at the Boilermaker club.
“We want BAD to become Bootleggers. They cut off our sacred supply of whiskey – goddamnit!”
“Leave me alone. You people are driving me crazy! Why is everything changing, What is the purpose.”
Victoria’s shouting woke up…..HER….Starfishes’ baby girl she refused to give a name, She was not vaccinated either. She has no birth certificate because HER was born in woods by the mushroom cult who fell in love with their Earth and Star Goddess. Behind her back they wondered
“Why did she marry….HER! She’s a mouse of a woman who wears her woolen coat in the summer!”
Her favorite sculpture was titled
‘My Beloved Saxon Whore’
Here’s title that would give her away….
“She stuck me with HER child”
Allot of tears went into that one!
Nevertheless, Mr Whiting said Canada makes up only 1% of Brown-Forman’s total sales, so the firm can withstand the hit.
Augustus John, Ian Fleming, and Ben Toney
I posted this weeks before Ben Toney died. I wanted him to get a glimpse of how he was going to be remembered. I had come to realize I was involved in a real James Bond assignment which is to save the alliance between and the United States. I threw Holland into the mix, to only learn two days ago the Dutch had their pirate ship.
The making of Bond 25 is – cursed! The muses hate this movie. Violence and murder is not the message God wants to give in regards to solving world problems. In the name of kindred, Ian Flaming – I take over this production and legacy! I pirate it. I board this wreck and raise a United Flag that contains a musical note and a harp!
John
http://www.offshoreradio.co.uk/list45e.htm#noordzee
Ben Toney and Augustus John
Posted on August 20, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
When I learned Ben was seriously ill and in the hospital, I knew he was going to die. I wanted to get a message to him before he left. This is in May. I only learned about the KORE connection, four days ago.
Chas Cunningham smeared and tried to destroy Gully Jimson’s mural that was inspired by the character and world of Augustus John, the close kin of Ian Fleming. Little people with little minds are always trying to do harm to the creative ones. This is why we dress, and act like fools. Perhaps they will leave us alone. Maybe, they will not go into a jealous rage?
ben got to know some very famous people, and just met quite a few. He told me he had drinks with Peter Sellers after a show, and I was jealous of Ben, for the only time. I have a Seller’s character in my Bond book based upon this – work of art!
My Friend Ben Toney
Posted on May 5, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
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Ben Toney had a fall a month ago, and his health has declined. He is in the hospital. For six year we have been fast facebook friends. We shared so much information. We fought side by side the rise of Trump. Ben is a friend – and ally! He managed his facebook the way it was set up to be. He has so many wonderful memories to share, and there were no outsiders. If you found Toney, you were in the ‘In Crowd’. I found Ben while looking at the genealogy of Rosamond Clifford, his kindred.
I learned Ben was gravely ill when I posted on my Ian Fleming revival, that brings the Bond lineage back to life in his granddaughter, Victoria Bond. She has this dream, this vision, where a great fleet is gathered once again. The famous British artist, Augustus John, had a son, Caspar John, who refused the title Sir. He was a Sea Lord. I revive Tug Boat Anny, and put her on a tugboat on the Thames. From here she broadcast her talk radio show. I modeled her after the pirate ship Radio London. Ian Fleming is kin to the John family. My kin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor is kin to John via the Getty family. Her grandmother is Elizabeth Mary Rosemond. Liz was born in John’s house with twenty of his paintings on the wall. The character, Gully Jimson, is based upon Augustus John. He lives on a old barge on the Thames.
Above are two paintings of Fanny Cornforth by Rossetti. She was a whore. Would she have made porno movies if the technology was available? Trump may be brought down by a wanton hussy such as she, who would have made a great Queen of the Pirates. The top image is of The Grail Mistress. Under her is Fair Rosamond, Ben’s ancestor.
We are preparing to set sail. I have gathered The Grail Fleet. Leading this fleet, is the Golden Hind, sailed by Captain Sir Francis Drake. He was a pirate for Queen Elizabeth. Next comes Jimson’s barge. Next comes the ship that was Radio London. Then come the Navy Ship that Ben served on. Then, come the ships that Caspar commanded.
Hail Britannia!
You can say this fleet is a Bohemian fleet, a Gypsy fleet, a Rebel fleet, that will always set sail when a Tyrant and his gang of liars and crooks do away with the Free press, Freedom of expression, and…………The Truth!
I am asking for permission to use some of the image s from these sites. I am also suggesting a movie be made about the exploits of Ben Pirate.
I can not tolerate the idea of a world without Ben in it. I am witness to his fond farewells to member of his crew, and, am left with the sense we are losing a important part of our history. I salute all of these Sea Lords of the Airwaves who braved unchartered waters, and a new frontier.
Air Space………….The Final Frontier!
Jon Presco
http://www.radiolondon.co.uk/rl/bentoney/bookp1.html
Here are the vessels that Sir Caspar John served upon. He was born into a artistic family. I would like see the College of Defence Studies founded by the Artist, Sir Winston Churchill, expanded to include Creative People in Britain and the U.S. As a rule artists, writers, and musicians do not take slaves, gas people, and loot other people’s art. Hitler did all three. He was a bad artist who cost the world many lives, and a trillion dollars to put him down. We took back the art he stole and put it in sacred public places. I support Theresa May’s strike against Assad, who gassed his own people.
Below are the warships that Sir Ian Easton served on. I know everyday he thwarted the efforts of a dictator who robbed so much art that was not his, Caspar thought of his father and his Bohemian friends, doing what they damn well please, and being as different, and eccentric, as can be!
Long live the Bohemian Navy!
Jon Presco
Here are the vessels that Sir Caspar John served upon. He was born into a artistic family. I would like see the College of Defence Studies founded by the Artist, Sir Winston Churchill, expanded to include Creative People in Britain and the U.S. As a rule artists, writers, and musicians do not take slaves, gas people, and loot other people’s art. Hitler did all three. He was a bad artist who cost the world many lives, and a trillion dollars to put him down. We took back the art he stole and put it in sacred public places. I support Theresa May’s strike against Assad, who gassed his own people.
Below are the warships that Sir Ian Easton served on.
Jon Presco
The Rolling English Road
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.
I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,
And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.
His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run
Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which,
But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.
God pardon us, nor harden us; we did not see so clear
The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier.
My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage,
Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.
| The Amazing Radio London Adventure by Ben Toney Part 6 – Hanging with the ‘in’ Crowd |
Pall Mall Music launches, Ben meets a special lady, Dave Clark is ‘discovered’… and Her Majesty is not amused!
After a few months on the air, Radio London had become the most powerful of all the pirate stations and was giving the BBC a close race for the London audience. There was no doubt that Radio London at that time was the most sought-after station for record plays. It was at this time that I started putting some pressure on Tony Barrow to get me the new Beatles releases first. He told me that it would be difficult for him to do that because the Beatles recorded on Parlophone, an EMI subsidiary. Of course EMI was foremost in the battle against the pirates. Tony said that he would be in a lot of trouble with EMI and possibly Brian Epstein, if he let me have the releases first. However, about two weeks prior to the next Beatles release, someone put an acetate of the record through Dave Cash’s letterbox at home. We had the release ahead of any other station worldwide. The next time the Beatles released a single, someone handed Kenny Everett an acetate of it on the street. Again, we were the first to get a copy. EMI was going mad. They couldn’t imagine how we were getting these copies of the Beatles’ records. Frankly, neither could I. I asked Tony Barrow about the situation and he confessed that he had no idea where the records were coming from. I never pressed the issue. Who questions a gift from heaven?
The American owners and Philip Birch cooked up a little scheme that would have been totally unheard of in America. They had been approached by Harold Shampan, owner of Film Music Ltd. to set up a company which would publish the ‘B’ sides of records for airplays of the ‘A’ sides. I thought this was the most corrupt, inane scheme I had ever heard of. It openly set a “payola” standard for the station that immediately gave us a “black eye” in the music business. Philip called me in and told me that he had passed the idea across the owners and they thought it would be a good way to increase our income; besides, Radio Luxembourg was doing it, so why shouldn’t we? I finally agreed to set up the company which we called Pall Mall Music. It was also agreed that nothing would go on the air without my approval. This meant that only two or three of these records would be sent to the ship weekly. If the record made it into the national charts within the first week, I would keep it in for another week. However, I can think of very few records that did make it for a second week.
It was on the formation of Pall Mall Music that Brian Epstein became interested in doing business with us. I met Brian several times to discuss the artists he wanted to promote through Pall Mall. We made several deals for artists in his stable, including Billy J. Kramer; Paddy, Klaus, and Gibson and The Silkie.
Right, from Ben’s archive: Brian Epstein writes to Ben plugging the new Paddy, Klaus, and Gibson release, ‘No Good Without You Baby’. Click on letter to read enlarged version.
Sometime after Dave Cash had done his ‘loo’ interview with Ringo, I went to the Pickwick Club for dinner. This was one of the few occasions that I ever ate alone in London. I finished my meal and went down to the basement bar to have a nightcap. As I walked in, I noticed a long table surrounded by the Beatles, along with Cynthia Lennon and Jane Asher, Paul McCartney’s girlfriend. Ringo yelled at me and said, “Hey, Ben, come on over and have a nosh with us”. I told him that I had just eaten upstairs. John jokingly remarked, “They won’t allow us to eat up there. They make us come down here to the basement.” I told the group that I had come down to the bar for a drink, so I was invited to rink with them. As a matter of fact, I had several, as we chatted about various subjects not related to the music business. The Beatles had been to Texas several times, but had only gone from the airport to town and back when they performed in the cities of Dallas, Houston, and San Antonio. I think in their mind’s eye, Texas remained as they had seen it portrayed in the movies. They sort of visualised everyone with a gun strapped to his leg, chasing Indians around a wagon train. They were surprised to find out that most of the people in Texas lived in the cities and were engaged in industry and commerce, and that the Indians were no longer attacking wagon trains, but were living quiet, peaceful lives on the reservations. They were also surprised at the fact that I was part-Indian (probably no more than one eighth). The Beatles told me a lot about their hometown of Liverpool. Much of this conversation I can’t remember because it was so general and it took place so long ago, but the Beatles and I both enjoyed this break from our usually stressful work.
One afternoon Mike Stone suggested that I become a member of the Ad Lib Club – a very exclusive club which was open only to people in the music and acting professions. One could only become a member through invitation. Mike had been a member since he was a record producer and he said it would be no problem getting me in if I would pay their annual fee of ten pounds. I asked Mike why he thought; I would want to pay £10 to get into a club with artists that I saw every day anyway. In about a week, Mike brought me a membership card. The owners had decided it would be OK for me to forego the membership fee.
The Beatles, being very wealthy, owned Rolls-Royces, but they also owned Mini Coopers. The Ad Lib was just off Leicester Square down a little-travelled street, so when the Fab Four visited the Ad Lib, they came in their Minis and parked in an alley behind the building. They went via a freight elevator to the second floor (English), third floor (American) where they rang a doorbell and walked into a fabulously-decorated club. Their activities at that time were all shrouded in secrecy.
I went to the Ad Lib several times. It was a great place to mingle with artists. Within the spec of a week, you could probably meet any pop star in the business within its walls. However, the club was not well located for me. Mike Stone and I lived in the same apartment complex in South Kensington, just off Cromwell Road. We were within walking distance of the Cromwellian Club, another popular hangout of the ‘in Crowd’. Many evenings Mike and I could be found at the Cromwellian. Sometime in mid-July of 1965, Bobby Vinton and his manager, Alan Klein, came to London. They met me at the office one afternoon and suggested that we go out in the evening. I told them about the Cromwellian and they agreed that it would be a good place for us to meet. Mike Stone was in the office when I was talking to Bobby and Alan, so they invited him too. As we all arrived at the Cromwellian, Alan spotted a sign reading ‘casino’ with its arrow pointing upstairs. We never saw Alan again until we left the club.
Bobby, Mike, and I went into the bar and ordered drinks and seated ourselves at a table. As we sat there, we spotted a gorgeous brunette sitting across the room. She was with Freda Hilton whom both Mike and I knew. I believe she was connected with the Rick Gunnell Agency. Mike, being the “bloodhound” that he was, got right on the trail and was soon seated with Freda and her friend. Mike struck out with Freda’s friend and soon came back to report to us that her name was Ronagh Clarke and that she worked for the Don Black Agency located almost directly across the street from our Curzon Street office.
After having a few drinks, we decided to call it a night, so, having introduced Bobby to a few people we knew… Brian Epstein, Tom Jones, and the boxer Billy Walker… we took our leave and went upstairs to the casino to fetch Alan Klein. Alan said he was having a wonderful time and told Bobby to go on back to the hotel and he would see him in the morning.
A week or so before meeting Bobby Vinton, the secretary who worked for Mike and me had resigned. On the July 25th 1965 I flew to Spain for a week’s vacation, leaving Mike with instructions to hire us a replacement. When I returned, I found Ronagh Clarke sitting at the secretary’s desk. Mike had apparently offered her a few more quid and had stolen her away from Don Black.
Left, from Ben’s archive: Ronagh Clarke, pictured on Hampstead Heath
Over the next two months so, Ronagh and I became close, and on October 11th 1965 we were married at the Hampstead Registry Office. It was a popular time for weddings. On the same day, my friend Gerry Marsden of Gerry and the Pacemakers married his fiancee at London’s Caxton Hall and during the same week, Johnny Franz, producer of Dusty Springfield and The Walker Brothers, wed his secretary.
Ronagh and I flew to Italy for our honeymoon and spent a night or two in Rome and went to see the sights of St Peter’s Basilica. As were standing and taking in this totally impressive building, we noticed a crowd closing in on us and pushing us forward toward the Pope’s throne. As we stood there, Pope Paul VI appeared and conducted a mass, the first he had celebrated following his trip to America.
Neither Ronagh nor I understood even rudimentary Italian, so on the following day, we caught the “milk” train to Naples. With our lack of knowledge, it took us almost the whole day to make a trip that we could have made in less than two hours on the “Rapid”. Needless today, we got to see far more of the tiny villages along the way than we needed to see. We finally arrived at Naples and took a boat to the Isle of Capri where we spent the rest of our honeymoon.
Ronagh no longer wanted to be my secretary once we were married, so Mike and I were in search of a replacement. As luck would have it, we came upon a young woman called Mary who suited our needs perfectly. I had engaged three secretaries prior to Mary, including Ronagh, and none of them could keep the unwanted song pluggers away from me. A plugger would give them a “sob” story, and the next thing I knew, I had a body sitting next to me touting an artist I had never heard of. Mary was great. She could tell little white lies about my whereabouts, and she knew just the right people to let in to see me.
One of the many people who had arrived on the scene around the opening of Radio London was an Australian by the name of Robert Stigwood. Robert; had previously managed a group that had enjoyed one big hit, and after that they had a long, dry spell. When I met Robert, he was flogging another group that to my knowledge never had a hit. Robert took me out to lunch several times, but he never had any luck getting me to play his records. Then after I married Ronagh in October 1965, Robert took my new wife and me out for an excellent dinner at the Terrazzo Trattoria. We had moved into a new flat in the Marylebone Road and mentioned this during our conversation at dinner. Robert said that he lived directly across the street from us and suggested that we come over to his place some Sunday for brunch. I was not too interested in getting very close to song pluggers so, we never took him up on his invitation
All the gigantic things that happened to Robert Stigwood were things that came to pass after I left Radio London. He finally got himself a fantastic group called the Bee Gees. The Bee Gees made Robert a fortune, and it was not long before he moved to a luxury flat in Grosvenor Square, near the American Embassy. Later, after Brian Epstein died, Robert took over as managing director of NEMS, the Beatles’ management company. I would imagine at that time, he became “filthy” rich. He later became connected with Andrew Lloyd Weber and Tim Rice and produced a stage production called ‘Jesus Christ Superstar’. After having had a great amount of success in the music business, Robert, using the Bee Gees’ music, produced the classic movie “Saturday Night Fever” which starred John Travolta.
Shortly after my marriage to Ronagh, I was contacted by Harold Davidson. Harold had twin stepsons, Paul and Barry Ryan, whom he wanted to promote through Pall Mall Music. They were pretty good artists, so I made a deal with Harold for the ‘B’ side of their record “Don’t Bring Me Your Heartaches”. The boys’ mother was Marian Ryan who had been a very famous singer in England in the late Forties and early Fifties.
Right, courtesy of Brian Long: Ben (centre) and MD Philip Birch (far right) escort the Ryan twins aboard the Galaxy
Harold Davidson had early on gotten himself associated with Lew and Leslie Grade and was a director of the Grade Organisation, reputed to have been the top artist agency in England. Lord Lew Grade was more involved in motion picture production while Leslie and Harold took care of the talent. One of their main performers was Julie Andrews. They also had an agency which handled all the talent of the William Morris Agency from America, which included Frank Sinatra. When Frank was in Europe, Harold handled his bookings.
Since a number: of Harold’s artists were involved in motion pictures, he made occasional trips to Pinewood Studios. On one such trip, he happened upon a young stunt man named Dave Clark. Dave used to crash cars into trees at thirty miles per hour, then the studio would speed up the film and make it appear that the crash happened at sixty miles per hour. Harold noticed that Dave was a good looking young fellow, so he asked him if he would like to be a pop star! Dave said that he would, but he didn’t have any talent. Harold asked him if he thought he could keep time with music while beating a drum. Dave believed he could. So, Harold formed a group around Dave and that was the beginning of the Dave Clark Five. Although the group made a fortune in America, they were never quite as successful on home territory.
Harold, Marian, Ronagh and I want out together on several evenings. On one occasion we went to the Talk of the Town, and on another, it was Tiberious. Then, one afternoon when Harold and I were having lunch, he told me that he had tickets for me and Ronagh to attend the Royal Variety Performance (It is referred to in America as the Royal Command Performance, but there was only one occasion when it was given this title in England, in the year 1912.) Of course, I accepted the tickets with great anticipation.
Lew and Leslie Grade, whose surname was originally Winogradsky, were Ukrainian Jews. Their family left the Ukraine in 1912 because of the pogroms, officially sponsored riots that lead to the destruction of Jewish shops and to physical assaults on Jews, and in some cases to their deaths. Lew and Leslie anglicised their name to “Grade”, while their younger brother took the pseudonym Bernard Delfont.
As they grew up, the Grades and Bernard became good dancers and in time they were dancing on the stage of the Palladium. As previously mentioned, Lew and Leslie were engaged in artist agency and motion picture endeavours; however, Bernard became the impresario at the Palladium and the President of the Variety Artists’ Benevolent Fund. It was likely through Bernard that Harold obtained our tickets for the Royal Variety Performance. These tickets were not all that available to the general public and were mostly pre-sold from year to year to celebrities and the aristocracy. One of these tickets could have been “scalped” for hundreds of pounds.
I rented a tuxedo and Ronagh borrowed a very fancy evening dress from a friend. We leased a chauffeur-driven Bentley (I couldn’t find a Rolls), and we were off to the show. When we arrived at the Palladium, there were hundreds of people gathered around the entrance to get a glimpse of the activities. As we stepped out of the car, many of the onlookers waved. I’m sure they were waving at Ronagh. She was lovely and looked just like a movie star.
We went in and took our seats and prepared ourselves for one of the greatest evenings of entertainment that one could ask for. There were fourteen or fifteen different acts on the programme. First and foremost in importance was America’s own Jack Benny. Another talented American, Tony Bennett, was on the programme, as well as the sensational Peter, Paul and Mary.
Among the UK performers who appeared were Dusty Springfield, Harold’s proteges The Dave Clark Five, Max Bygraves, Arthur Hayes, Neville King, Peter Cook and Dudley Moore, Hope and Keen, The Kaye Sisters, Spike Milligan and Peter Sellers, Ken Dodd and Shirley Bassey.
Left, BBC archive: The Goons, pictured in 1955. (l to r) Spike Milligan, Harry Secombe and the naughty Peter Sellers
Australia’s contribution to this massive gathering was Frank Ifield. The French did their part by sending over the very popular husband and wife team of Johnny Halliday and Silvie Vartan.
Not only were the entertainers world-renowned but also many members of the audience. The Queen and Prince Philip were sitting in their box just above us to the right and film star Ava Gardner was in her box to the left. It was indeed a night to remember! We were thoroughly entertained, but the best was yet to come.
After we all stood up at the end and sang “God, Save the Queen”, Harold moved over to Ronagh and me and suggested that we all go to the cast party. While at the party, all the performers queued to receive the Queen and Prince Philip. Peter Sellers and Spike Milligan had done the most outlandish things on their hugely-popular BBC radio programme, ‘The Goon Show’, which ran between 1951 and 1960. The zany pair didn’t disappoint anyone at this show of shows. They kept making disparaging remarks about the Queen. The Queen, to say the least, was not amused; however, Prince Philip, who was sitting just behind the Queen, was getting his jollies off. When the Queen moved along the reception line to Peter, she said, “Peter, you are a very naughty boy!” Peter cast his eyes down to the floor like a chastised schoolboy and replied, “I know, Ma’am, I know.”
Editor’s note: Prince Charles is known to be a huge fan of the Goon Show. He was also reputed to be a Big L listener and a a member of the Radio London Club – no doubt something else of which his mother disapproved! John Lennon was another well-known Goon fan, as were Kenny and Cash, who regularly spoke in Goonish voices and called each other ‘Neddie’, referring to the character Neddie Seagoon, played by Harry Secombe.
The Variety Artists’ Benevolent Fund website has photos of the 1965 show programme ) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90A1nCgstxg
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My Art Letter To President
Here is the letter I sent Trump on Janurary 22, 2017 that in in the Presidential archives.
John Presco
The Statue of Liberty is seen from the Staten Island Ferry, Sept. 9, 2024, in New York. | Pamela Smith/AP
By Danny Nguyen
03/17/2025 03:33 PM EDT
The Trump administration will not entertain a French politician’s request to return the Statue of Liberty to France.
“Absolutely not. My advice to that unnamed low-level French politician would be to remind them that it’s only because of the United States of America that the French are not speaking German right now,” said White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt in a press briefing Monday, likely referencing an American-French allyship during World War II that snuffed out Nazi Germany. “They should be grateful.”
The President’s Art Buddy?
Posted on January 22, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
President Barack Obama shows Prime Minister David Cameron of the United Kingdom a bust of Sir Winston Churchill in the private residence of the White House, July 20, 2010. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)
To: The President of the United States of America
From: Jon Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
Dear Mr. President
Last night I began to compose a sarcastic letter to you in regards to the bust of Winston Churchill by the Bohemian Sculptor, Jacob Epstein. This morning I awoke with a change of heart when I finally heard the First Ladies plea to the world;
“For God’s sake, will someone be my husband’s best friend. I can’t be his best friend. I am a mother with a son to raise!”
I had an epiphany! You never had a best friend. I asked myself – Why? I deduced your inner mirror is on the blink. You may be incapable of introspection. This may be the result of being the richest kid on the block – and New York. However, it is coming out you do not like to read. How about contemplate a work of art? The world is now very curious as to where you gather your opinions. A best friend is often the source for most people. Best friends go off to a special place where they are beautiful and honest mirrors to one another. A best friend has permission to be critical with care, and tell you the truth, with love. To allow another human being to make up who you are, is the greatest experience one can own, especially when you are both artists. Did you know Winston Church is an artist. He loves the time he takes – to create! His empty canvases are telling! They are mirrors on the wall that bid us to look deeper, and behold the truth.
Here’s your letter I was composing in my mind before I went to bed….
Dear Mr. President;
Like millions of Americans, I hate your guts because you are so stupid! You know nothing about art, and, are unteachable. For this reason I highly suggest I be your Artist In Residence so I can protect the valuable works of art that belong to the American People, who with dignity and respect for the Office, let you borrow these works, for your edification and contemplation so that you will know what a Great Nation We are!
If you can put up an old army cot down in the basement next to the boiler, with kerosene lantern, I would know bliss. For when I heard you and your Generals yakking it up in the Oval Office, I would strap on my hunchback, go upstairs, and as your Brass mocks me, I will cover our works of art in plastic, so you pussy-grabbing freaks wont spill your booze all over our National Treasures – along with your precious Bodily Fluids.”
When I awoke, I was in a conciliatory mood, and a patriotic one. I owe it to my President, and my Fellow Americans to be serious – and try to make a difference in your life. I was going to bid you to contemplate this bust of Churchill, for it is a window into the soul of the British Endeavor, that was swayed by the rule of the most amazing Kings and Queens that ever walked the earth. Winston is closely related to Princess Diana Spencer, whose son will sit on the throne of England. King Henry Fitzempress Plantagenet is said to have built a labyrinth at Woodstock where he kept his paramour, Fair Rosamond, safe from his wife, Queen Eleanore. Henry was the most educated man in the world. He claimed he descends from the Kings of Troy, where Helen was taken after she was captured by Paris. Consider the beautiful women you have captured.
Henry’s grandfather had a zoo, and came close to ruling all of the western world, when his heir went down in the White Ship disaster. His daughter, Empress Matilda, made powerful moves on the Chessboard of the World, and thus the Plantagenet Dynasty was born. The War of the Roses stems from these Unions, the blood ties, that born real stories, including ‘The Game of Thrones’. Study Matilda and know that you are poised to replicate her vision. It is blatantly obvious you do not have a clue of how much power you own – that would instantly humble most leaders. Humility – is wasted on you! You are consuming all the humility of the world. You need to stop – and THINK!
I owned a vision Mr. President, of you tugging on a string that leads to my humble Bohemian abode down in your basement, and, I arise. A hot cup of coffee awaits us as we sit before the bust of Churchill and contemplate the meaning of – it all! I would be your Art Buddy, and not your teacher. Then, I beheld the sad, and dangerous truth.
On further investigation, I discovered you have rekindled the Iconoclastic Wars that my Rosemondt ancestors found themselves in the middle of. To my horror, I discovered you use a work of art to bludgeon President Obama with. You use Art to go to War. You use the word “enemy” on U.S. Citizens. If Churchill was alive, he would come across ‘The Pond’ and kick your ass: for Britain never had a better friend then the U.S.A when it came to defeating the Real Enemy. You sully the word! You grab the pussy of beautiful women, but, it is clear you don’t know what to do with it. You grab all the power one can own, and you don’t know what to do with it. I suspect Beauty itself is your mortal enemy. Mr. President, you are a very ugly man!
I must now declare you ‘The Enemy of Art’. You are in the company of Evil Men. Not since the defeat of Hitler, by the friends, Winston Churchill, and F.D.R, has there been one who dare take that Dictator’s place. You mock these great men. They hated the SS Gestapo, who stole some of the greatest art made in the west. You need to look in the mirror I hold up to you, and behold the Monster. You need to look at the artist who rendered that bust – and repent! Consider Henry and Beckett.
As it is now, you are irredeemable. You are damaged goods. You and Spicer made it very clear that you see ‘The American People’ as OBJECTS – your objects! Human beings are not objects. They can be called SUBJECTS if our land was a Kingdom. Most Presidents use the title ‘My Fellow Americans’. Since you took office, you have not addressed US with the respect WE ARE ALL DUE!
As things are now, there is no hope for you. To say this is to say there is no hope for US. You have no right to remove Hope from this Freedom Land, or, play devious games with works of art, as it they were your chess pieces. I will blog on our special relationship once a week. Whether you like it or not, I am your ‘Art Buddy’.
Because you are so stupid, and know very little, I suspect you already have a ‘Art Buddy’. Care to tell the American People who, he, or she – is? Hitler was an artist. When he tried to get into the Berlin Academy, a instructor noticed something disturbing in his cityscapes. They were devoid of people. Did Hitler find all the German People – unworthy?
Sincerely
Jon Presco
by George Charles Beresford,photograph,1924
People who engage in or support iconoclasm are called iconoclasts, a term that has come to be applied figuratively to any individual who challenges “cherished beliefs or venerated institutions on the grounds that they are erroneous or pernicious”.[1] Conversely, one who reveres or venerates religious images is called (by iconoclasts) an iconolater; in a Byzantine context, such a person is called an iconodule or iconophile.
Iconoclasm may be carried out by people of a different religion, but is often the result of sectarian disputes between factions of the same religion. In Christianity, iconoclasm has generally been motivated by people who adopt a literal interpretation of the Ten Commandments, which forbid the making and worshipping of “graven images or any likeness of anything”.[2] The Church Fathers identified Jews and Judaism with heresy. They saw deviations from orthodox Christianity and opposition to the veneration of images as heresies that were essentially “Jewish in spirit”.[3] The degree of iconoclasm among Christian branches greatly varies. Islam, in general, tends to be more iconoclastic than Christianity,[4] with Sunni Islam being more iconoclastic than Shia Islam.
Trump Stiffs Andy – With Liz
Posted on January 28, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
Trump stiffed Andy Warhol who did several famous images of my kin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. We share the same great grandfather, James Rosamond, who was the brother of Captain Samuel Rosamond, the Patriot. Liz would be happy to have known about her all American family who immigrated from Ireland. She did not know her cousin was the famous artist, Christine Rosamond Benton, who married into the Benton family of American artists. This history and genealogy was compiled by Jimmy (James) Rosamond, and myself after Christine and Liz, died. Jimmy descends from James.
My late father and Trump are like twins. Vic hated art, but became a player and partner of Christine, as did Larry Chazen, a CEO of Noble Oil. Rick Perry is on the board of the pipe company that is fighting the Sioux. Chazen is a partner of the Getty oil family who own one of the largest art collections in the world. Trump owns no original art, and defunded the National Endowment of the Arts. Not since the Medicis and Habsburgs, have we seen such a cluster.
Warhol was fascinated with the rich, powerful, and famous. My family tie to Trump is thru art. My credibility and stock – is thru the roof, thanks to Trump becoming President. This blog is a historic prophecy, and Bohemian archive. I prepared the way for the coming of Trump – the real Mad Man! If he had not been elected, then my family and ex-friends could go back to ignoring me. This an Cultural Reboot. Protestors are at our airports fighting for deportees and refugees. Christine’s place in the rea art world, has been secured. This is what she wanted. She headed a Women’s Movement in the 70s.
Here is Christine Rosamond’s ‘Denim and Silk’. She looks like Elfin Muse.
Trump and the extreme-right are going to do even more crazy and dangerous things. They are very destructive. Someday, this blog will be the stepping stones for the – return to sanity! It will be a famous art lesson for future generations who are making history in the streets! A new pertinence is being constructed before our eyes!
Trump is the No.1 enemy of art, and just about everything else. If he met Julia Childes, he would scarf down her food at the studio, then barf it out in the parking lot, making sure that was caught on film. In the world according to Trump, most people are con-artists, fakes, crooked ‘The Enemy’. What he really thinks about evangelicals, is waiting in the wings. Trump is ‘The Lawnmower Man’. For this reason, I and may others, may not have anything to say because he is altering reality at an incredible rate. We find little time to do things that used to amuse us. Why go to a movie, when you got a marathon thriller on T.V. – for free! Trump is a great teacher! All the lessons I have been blogging, now make sense in every blatant action he takes. He is Trump College. Learn how to be a Bohemian by opposing him at every turn. Fight fire, with fire!
“Hell no! We won’t go!”
“I’ve always felt that a lot of modern art is a con, and that the most successful painters are often better salesmen and promoters than they are artists.”
This is to say, artists are like Trump, rather then like other artists. Trump is the artist’s, artist. There can only be one winner – and one Trump! He is not going to let anyone -play! He owns all the toys. Trump is…….The Supreme Creator! He only pretended he was going to let his daughter in, let her steer the ship of state. Ivanka has a minor collection of New York Artists. I will be contacting her.
Rosamond was more than a Popular Artist. Her images of Beautiful Liberated Women, were Protest Posters that millions of women hung on the walls of their abodes. My heart stood still as I beheld my new muses long eyelashes. Here is Simone Rosamond. She told me she got them from her mother.
The Rose of the World is our Lady Liberty that stands in New York Harbor holding up a light for the whole world to see these words, her words……..The Mother of Exiles!
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Jon Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
Copyright 2017
Besides being a Warhol muse, Elizabeth Taylor was the daughter of art dealer Francis Taylor, whose Beverly Hills Hotel gallery catered to old-time Hollywood collectors like Greta Garbo, Vincent Price, and James Mason. Liz herself became a substantial collector, owning works by Cézanne, van Gogh, Picasso, and Matisse. Francis launched his daughter’s collecting with a Frans Hals as a wedding gift for her first marriage (to Nicky Hilton). During Liz’s short marriage to Mike Todd (1957-8), the couple bought paintings by Degas, Vuillard, and Utrillo from Aly Khan for $71,428. “They’ll think I’m crazy when they hear about this in Hollywood,” Todd said. “Paying that much for pictures that don’t even move.”
http://www.warholstars.org/1963.html
“There’s a certain amount of bravado in what I do these days, and part of that bravado is to make it look easy. That’s why I’ve often referred to business as being an art. I’ve always liked Andy Warhol’s statement that, ‘making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art.’ I agree.” (Think Like a Champion, 57)
On April 24, 1981, Trump visited Warhol’s studio, known as “The Factory,” after a mutual colleague set up a business meeting. In his posthumous “The Andy Warhol Diaries,” the late artist wrote:
“He told Donald Trump that I should do a portrait of (Trump Tower) that would hang over the entrance to the residential part. …
“Donald Trump is really good-looking. … It was so strange, these people are so rich. They talked about buying a building yesterday for $500 million or something.”
Warhol notes that Trump’s party “didn’t have drinks,” and:
“He’s (Trump’s) a butch guy. Nothing was settled, but I’m going to do some paintings, anyway, and show them to them.”
Warhol ended up painting eight portraits, “in black and grey and silver which I thought would be so chic for the lobby. But it was a mistake to do so many, I think it confused them.”
“Self Portrait” by Andy Warhol. Image Credit: Timothy A. Clary/Getty Images
Trump, Warhol wrote:
“Was very upset that it wasn’t color-coordinated. … They’re going to come down with swatches of material so I can do the paintings to match the pinks and oranges. I think Trump’s sort of cheap, though, I get that feeling.”
But Trump never purchased Warhol’s portraits and in his 1987 book “The Art of the Deal,” he may have alluded to why:
“I’ve always felt that a lot of modern art is a con, and that the most successful painters are often better salesmen and promoters than they are artists.”
Warhol echoed that in a way, as the artist liked to say, “Art is what you can get away with.” But Trump is as much an expert at self-branding as Warhol was. He commanded $2 billion worth of free media attention during the Republican primary.
Image Credit: Sara D. Davis/Getty Images
Warhol nursed Trump’s slight of never purchasing his paintings for years. In January 1984, he showed up for a 12 noon meeting at Trump Tower two hours late, explaining, “this is because I still hate the Trumps.”
And driving past a Trump-owned skyscraper prompted this diary entry from May 1984:
“And I just hate the Trumps because they never bought my Trump Tower portraits. And I also hate them because the cabs on the upper level of their ugly Hyatt Hotel just back up traffic so badly around Grand Central now and it takes me so long to get home.”
But, in the same way, Trump compliments or calls out individual reporters covering his campaign, he flatters Warhol in two of his books, as The Andy Warhol Museum’s blog notes.
Warhol’s remark, “Being good in business is the most fascinating kind of art. Making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art,” comes from the 1975 book ”THE Philosophy of Andy Warhol.”
The line appears in the introduction to Trump’s “Think Like a Billionaire” and is referenced multiple times in “Think Like a Champion”:
“There’s a certain amount of bravado in what I do these days, and part of that bravado is to make it look easy. That’s why I’ve often referred to business as being an art.
“I’ve always liked Andy Warhol’s statement that, ‘making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art.’ I agree.”
But politics is an art, as well, and Donald Trump is the middle of forging the future of it. His business, his reputation, and the future of the country rest on what he creates or, indeed, fails to.
Does the Internet need another blog post about Donald Trump? Probably not. But Andy Warhol always followed the headlines and depicted the trending topics of the time in his artwork. Warhol would take a famous face from newspapers and magazine covers that you were about to get sick of, and reproduce it dozens—if not hundreds—of times on his silkscreened canvases. So at The Warhol it seems fitting to offer insight on The Donald, a man who has been rich and famous since Warhol’s time.
Andy Warhol met Donald Trump and his first wife, Ivana, on multiple occasions. The first mention of Trump in The Andy Warhol Diaries is from February 22, 1981, when they attended the birthday party of infamous McCarthy-era attorney Roy Cohn. Two months later, on April 24, 1981, Trump visited Warhol’s Factory. They had a business meeting arranged by Marc Balet, the art director of Interview magazine for eleven years. Thus, the saga begins:
“Had to meet Donald Trump at the office. Marc Balet had set up this meeting. I keep forgetting that Marc gave up architecture to become an art director, but he still builds models at home, he told me. He’s designing a catalogue for all the stores in the atrium at the Trump Tower and he told Donald Trump that I should do a portrait of the building that would hang over the entrance to the residential part. […] It was so strange, these people are so rich. They talked about buying a building yesterday for $500 million or something. […] He’s a butch guy. Nothing was settled, but I’m going to do some paintings anyway, and show them to them.” (The Andy Warhol Diaries, 375–376)
A few weeks after that, Warhol and his assistant Christopher Makos met with Balet at Trump Tower, which was still under construction. Makos photographed the architectural models of the building; his photos were used as the source images for Warhol’s portrait of the tower. Warhol also created line drawings from tracing the photographs and burned them onto separate silkscreens. The result was a beautiful series of multilayered paintings in black, silver, and gold; some with a sprinkling of Warhol’s glittering diamond dust. Although the commission had not been officially settled, as the Trumps had not paid for any work, Warhol felt confident:
“Monday, June 1st, 1981
Marc’s arranged it so that the catalogue cover he’s designing will be my painting and then the Trumps would wind up with this painting of their building. It’s a great idea, isn’t it?” (The Andy Warhol Diaries, 386)
When the Trumps returned to the Factory on August 5, the deal didn’t go as expected:
“The Trumps came down. […] I showed them the paintings of the Trump Tower that I’d done. I don’t know why I did so many, I did eight. In black and grey and silver which I thought would be so chic for the lobby. But it was a mistake to do so many, I think it confused them. Mr. Trump was very upset that it wasn’t color-coordinated. They have Angelo Donghia doing the decorating so they’re going to come down with swatches of material so I can do the paintings to match the pinks and oranges. I think Trump’s sort of cheap, though, I get that feeling. And Marc Balet who set up the whole thing was sort of shocked. But maybe Mrs. Trump will think about a portrait because I let them see the portraits of Lynn Wyatt behind the building paintings, so maybe they’ll get the idea….” (The Andy Warhol Diaries, 398)
Andy Warhol, Trump Tower, 1981, The Andy Warhol Museum, Pittsburgh, © The Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts, Inc.
Warhol never did satisfy the Trumps. After this failed commission, Warhol expressed seeming resentment of the Trumps in his diaries for the next few years. The next Trump-related diary entry is from another birthday party for Roy Cohn on February 26, 1983:
“[…] And Ivana Trump was there and she came over and when she saw me she was embarrassed and she said, “Oh, whatever happened to those pictures?” and I had this speech in my mind of telling her off, and I was undecided whether to let her have it or not, and she was trying to get away and she did….” (The Andy Warhol Diaries, 487–488)
On November 30, 1983, Trump Tower opened to the public. The mixed-use skyscraper—comprised of apartments, offices, an atrium, and stores on the ground levels—has hosted an eclectic variety of events over the years. When Warhol was invited to judge cheerleading tryouts at Trump Tower on January 15, 1984, he complied:
“It was the first tryout, and I was supposed to be there at 12:00 but I took my time and went to church and finally moseyed over there around 2:00. This is because I still hate the Trumps because they never bought the paintings I did of the Trump Tower.” (The Andy Warhol Diaries, 549)
To make room for Trump Tower, a location of great significance in Warhol’s Pop art exhibition history—and also his pre-Pop work—had to be torn down: the Bonwit Teller Department Store. Warhol did many of the store’s huge window displays from the 1950s up to 1968. The most significant of these was that of April 1961, which included his earliest Pop paintings, reproducing popular culture images such as comics, a crossword, and advertisements.
On one occasion, driving by another Trump-owned skyscraper aroused this diary entry from May 2, 1984:
“And I just hate the Trumps because they never bought my Trump Tower portraits. And I also hate them because the cabs on the upper level of their ugly Hyatt Hotel just back up traffic so badly around Grand Central now and it takes me so long to get home.” (The Andy Warhol Diaries, 571)
Interestingly, Donald Trump has not publicly expressed any ill will toward Warhol. In fact he has quoted Warhol in two of his books. It’s actually the same quote; the line “Being good in business is the most fascinating kind of art. Making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art.” from Warhol’s 1975 book, THE Philosophy of Andy Warhol, appears in the introduction to Trump’s Think Like a Billionaire and is referenced three separate times in his Think Like a Champion:
“There’s a certain amount of bravado in what I do these days, and part of that bravado is to make it look easy. That’s why I’ve often referred to business as being an art. I’ve always liked Andy Warhol’s statement that, ‘making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art.’ I agree.” (Think Like a Champion, 57)
“We are all businessmen and women, whether you see it that way yet or not. If you like art and can’t make money at it, you eventually realize that everything is business, even your art. That’s why I like Warhol’s statement about good business being the best art. It’s a fact. That’s also another reason I see my business as an art and so I work at it passionately.” (Think Like a Champion, 86)
Perhaps Warhol would have written differently about Trump if the painting commission had worked out. Two of the Trump Tower portraits are now in The Warhol’s permanent collection. The rest of the paintings and drawings are scattered in galleries across the globe. Will Trump’s presidential campaign result in a new level of importance for these paintings?
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