I was born with a vivid imagination, and thus I see a emergency meeting of Bishops and Prophets in Utah discussing on how to handle….John Presco. Here is more about….
THE POCESSED STAIRCASE
Does the LDSC have exorists?
John John
Cheryl Walton – Another Fake Emergency
Cheryl Walton, my upstairs neighbor, staged another fake emergency in order to get entry into my home. Around 12:30 P.M. I went to shut my front door after airing out my abode, when Cheryl came down the steps. She blabbered some, then told me she locked herself out, and, she did not have her cellphone to call her caregiver. She wanted to come in and use my phone. I went and got it and handed it to her – as she stood outside.
I asked her who that woman was that was ordering her around while on the steps, the night I called the police, the day Lance Jacob shot up our street and burned down three homes. Four fireman were hit, and traumatized. They thought they were going to do a good deed and save someone’s home. Who made the 911 call in under investigation.
Cheryl said she did not know. I wondered why. I had seen them conversing several times.
“You did what she asked.”
Seeing she was just wearing a thin blouse, and looked cold, I dialed maintenance. When the voicemail asked for a message, I handed the phone to Cheryl. She pretended to be confused, and said she did not want to talk to them. I suggested the office may be open, and she walked over there. I saw her start to walk back, when she made a left. I went down to see where she was. Has she flipping out………..again?
Worried, I asked a neighbor to watch out for her. Then, it dawned on me. You can not lock yourself out – with the keys inside! I brought this up with _______ and she agreed.
This is the second time Cheryl faked an emergency in order to get inside my house. While her caregiver was taking a smoke break in her car, Cheryl knocked&dropped inside my door and screamed;
“Call 911! Call! 911”
When I did, the operator had me move away from Cheryl so she could hear me. I wonder if she is trying to set me up with a false accusation. Because Kim Hafner was a witness to this fake emergency, I wondered if she is in cahoots to get me charged with rape. Cheryl is angry at me because she was hauled off to the Johnson Unit. She tried to kick one fireman in the balls, and knocked the other rescue guy holding her, down on his ass.
Krista mentions my bad videos I made of them that proves I am nuts. I had yet to make one of her and her Bo. Since we never talk, they wanted-want to hurt me for what I wrote in my newspaper-blog about their friend who used to be a registered nurse who worked with mentally ill people at the Johnson Unit. I am mentally ill. People in this profession would be appalled at how Kim has mistreated me. She can lose her license for extreme abuse. I will look into this. Does she have a history of abusing patients?
In the top photo Cheryl has come to my door in her pajamas. She has a pen in her hand. She wants to come in and make a schedule when she can come sweep the dead bamboo leaves off my porch. I did not let her in. I saw that tree thrown out yesterday, but, not at the garbage site near where we live, lest I see it.
I go back to my football game. Forty minutes later I hear Lying Cheryl upstairs. She got in because her keys were in her purse – all long! This is another egregious invasion of my privacy that is encouraged by most of my neighbors – who are hell-bent on making me the crazy one round here! I think someone is writing a rival movie script. Belle?
Kim Hafner says this about Alleybelle……
“They warned us about you!”
Is Kim a Big Fat Liar? I suspect Belle is contacting people on my facebook. Did Kim lie about having conversations with my estranged daughter? Again, if Kim played devious games like this on Johnson Unit patients, she would be fired – and lose her license!
I will make a written report to Umbrellas Properties. And, I am going to get a restraining order, or two. Kim Hafner is inciting violence.
Kim Hafner used to give free food to SLEEPS at Whoville. Twice I talked to the FBI about the threats from Alley Valkyrie. I told them Belle did not ask me not to contact her until I pointed out to Alley – she had not. Belle sent me an e-mail. Coo-Coo SLEEPS was on the news once a week, and thus, I get to write articles about them. All of them!
I am living in The Stairwell to Hell. Here is one reason why Lance killed himself and tried to kill firefighters. The last video was made in the morning the Gang of Six showed up.
It just occurred to me I better copyright this crap. Sounds like a FICTIONAL Kesey novel. How about Steven King? Hmm!…………Stairwell To Hell.
John Presco
Copyright 2018
“I’ve also never recovered from the emotional trauma of my divorce 28 years ago, and the monstrous abuse and witch hunt that my ex was able to orchestrate against me in divorce court, with the help of Samantha Payne. How the authorities in Nevada could have ever come to rely on that woman, I will never understand. When she told Judge Griffin that there was no such thing as false allegations of abuse, he simply nodded.The trauma of not being allowed to see my kids anymore totally devastated me.
Jacobs shot at firefighters as they approached, but first responders had no idea they were being targeted because crackling noises are common in house fires, McKee said.
The firetruck’s windshield was hit as they pulled up, though firefighters didn’t flee until they actually saw Jacobs shooting at them from about 25 yards away in a neighbor’s yard, according to McKee.
Responding firefighters were just a quarter-mile away from their station house, so they ran back there — leaving the truck behind — once they spotted the armed Jacobs, according to police.
“They were so focused on where the fire was, where their water source would be, they didn’t notice him (shooting at them),” McKee said.
The man killed himself at 7:15 a.m. ET before police could get to him.
Jacobs only used his long-barrel rifle in the attack, but he also had a pistol in his waistband and another gun in his backpack when police found him, McKee said.
Capturing The Pixie Woman
I went upstairs to talk to Chery Walton about the bird and bamboo seeds all over my deck.
“I was about to put a hit on you!: she said, suggesting that it was good I saw rhe light and had come to my senses. Was the next step a Heavenly Sleepover on Deck Paradise, where we get naked and consummate our Love Destiny as birds and squirrels make merry music”
“Is that – Bambi!”
“Yes it is, John! Here, hold out your hand and feed your New Found Innocence! Free-your-mind!”
Cheryl’s mother used to sit in her car while her husband dropped things off for his daughter. She called me over.
“I see you are getting close with my daughter. Be careful, She will turn on you!”
Cheryl turned on me right after I moved in. We went shopping for plants and stuff. She bought big pots. I informed her she forgot the bottoms to them. She didn’t want them. I told her water is going to pour down on me, and, I’ll pay for them! Note there is no bottoms on her bamboo pot that she would pour several gallons on. The water fell like a waterfall. It destroyed my storage door. The decking rotted, and had to be replaced. HER ASSULTS were non-stop. She GRABBED ME WITH HER LUSTFUL HAND every chance she got. She came downstairs and joined The Witch-hunt Kim, Steve, Krista, Kim’s daughter, and her lover conducted – IN PUBLIC! All our neighbors to hear. I was being depicted as a
STALKER
Two weeks after I got A DEATH THREAT, Cheyrls crazy son approached me in the parking lot.
“I hear you are having prolblems with my mother?”
I couldnt understand him after that because he talks like his mother – who left me and others very weird letters. She starts out to let your know what’s on her mind, then she is drawing arrows that lead you back to where you started, and, you have to start over.It is Alice in Wonderland! I got the impression that if I kust lie naked with her, and put my penis in her vagina – all my confussuob would vanish!
POOF!
After her son drove away, I went to the office – with shakey legs. The impression I got, was IF A MAN acted like this towards a females tenant – he would get a twenty-four hour notice! I stopped making complaints – and endured THE ABUSE!
But she destroyed propert and boke her lease!
Doenst matter, Shes…….A PIXILATED WOMAN!
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Ijust lucked out! In putting this essay toegether (that might be a book) I came across an article about the Three Percenters, being at a rally at the same time there was a Gay Pride rally. I dont think this is a coincidence. If these ARMED MEN knew Gay-Woke Folk were going to be there, then this is
SEX STALKING & HARASSMENT!
This is the beggning of THE SEX WARS!. It is the Camo People against thje Raimbow Folk. The year is 2019. The Sex War may have shut down Congress, as Trjump swears he is going to get back at his TORMENTORS & ACCUSERS….the trouble makers who want him to relese the…
EPSTEIN FILE
What about the PRESCO FILE that Kim Haffner made on me – after she failed to get me in her
LOVE NEST!
Haffner uses my family bio – as a weapon! In the last video she accuses me of USING my book, to lure woman to their doom. I use my book to………..REEL THEM IN. She knows I ordered my family story, just for her mother to read. Did I – reel-in her mother, the super Christian? Does Sue think I’m a
PROPHET?
EXTRA! I took a break for food, and found an ATTACK by a woman with the last name FREUD.
“Bro! You know what I’m talking about. Grow up! Oh – wait! Too late for that! James Bond is a creep. Makes sense!”
As I began to…..AGE….I became aware that young woman really hate old men, abd wish they would die – after leavind everything to a strange woman who have real purpous in life, because they have a womb from which children spring. Men are not real peple. They are facsimilie attached to a grnarly throbbing pernis, forever seeking to become errect. If men have not concieved ther quoat of children by 25, then they are worthless – unless they world themselves to death – supporing HER children. In the new age of dwindling money, young people have made a screts life, as to who has to give them – wealth – by being elininate from the Sex Wars.
Freud does not show her face, so I assume she is ugly. We see her from a distance, standing next to the General Sherman Sequoia. It looks like she has a Killer Body. Her legs are long. Long enough to wrap around Old Sherman, because…….she is more than a Tree Hugger! She too wants to make sure I don;t get to stick my gnarly old man root in a younger woman – ever again! Shes….
PENIS POLICE
She goes for a Public Castration of an Old Man in public – on Facebook!
House GOP leaders are canceling Thursday votes and sending members home early for a month-long recess as the Jeffrey Epstein crisis deepens on Capitol Hill.
The decision to move up summer recess came after Republicans lost control of the floor over bipartisan pressure to vote on releasing Epstein-related documents. House committees will keep working through the week, but there will be no further floor votes after Wednesday.
“This event is not for soft-conservatives, but those who are bold.”
That is the call to arms on the Facebook page for the “God, Guns and Trump Rally” planned for Saturday afternoon in front of the Lane County Courthouse in Eugene.
The rally’s organizers are encouraging participants to carry and proudly display their guns. Eugene TV station KEZI reports that “more than 40 people” are expected to participate.
The event, coming on the heels of mass shootings in Texas and Ohio over the weekend that killed at least 31 people, is expected to bring out protesters. “God, Guns and Trump Rally” organizer Jamie Burnett, who claims membership in the militia group Oregon III%, appears untroubled by the possibility of meeting resistance on Saturday.
“I’d rather less opposition but it doesn’t really matter to me either way,” he told KEZI.
He added: “We don’t support any white nationalist groups or neo-nazis, anything like that.”
Oregon III% backed the Oregon Republican state senators who fled the state in June to prevent passage of a climate bill. The group promised to defend the senators when Gov. Kate Brown instructed state troopers to find the missing legislators.
“We will stand together with unwavering resolve, doing whatever it takes to keep these senators safe,” the group stated at the time.
The Eugene “God, Guns, and Trump Rally” on Saturday will take place the same day as the Eugene-Springfield Pride in the Park festival at Alton Baker Park, but Burnett insisted his rally is not protesting the long-established Pride event. He said he supports the LGBT community.
The pro-Trump rally, Burnett said, is about showing support for the Second Amendment and President Donald Trump.
The graphic promoting the event on Facebook showcases a handgun with “Donald Trump” extravagantly engraved on the barrel. The graphic also references the Bible verse Luke 22:36, which in the New International Version reads: “He said to them, ‘But now if you have a purse, take it, and also a bag; and if you don’t have a sword, sell your cloak and buy one.’”
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
“CALL 911!”
7/27/2019
Trusting Your Chicken-Shit Instincts
When Kim Haffner and I were good friends, and when we would talk on the phone, her late dog Daisy would get near the phone and squeeze the shit out her rubber chicken with a wheezer on it. I said she is talking to me in code. All of a sudden I had an idea for a T.V. series. Being a writer, poet, prophet, and artist, one must learn to trust your instincts. Every morning I must do just that. Suffering from PTSD I am bid to stay in be all day with the covers over my eyes. I had already talked with a ex-neighbor about doing a movie called ‘Love Chicken’. A half hour ago I saw The Trump Chicken Cheep video. POTUS should have quit while he was ahead.
The truth is, a Neo-Nazi got elected President – with Russia’s help.
In googling Paul Krassner I discovered he was in ‘Dynamite Chicken’ a movie I did not know existed. I made the mistake of telling Nurse Ratched who heads the Springfield Sanity Commission about the movie idea I had inspired by our nutty neighbor, Richard Prior was an inspiration for Wee Willy. This is a profound coincidence. I had a group of mixed-race friends and listening to Richard created a bond that crossed racial barriers. I assume John and Yoko Ono saw this Magic Man. I will send this blog to Neil Laudati to see if he wants to start the Springfield Film School of Oddball Movies. How about a Leftist-Lying Socialist Comedy Club that features Fake News.
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.
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!
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