The Dead Betty Hour
The likelihood my daughter and he mother have been getting angelic energy FROM ME, and not FROM DEAD BETTY….is very high! Why beat around the bush. In writing about Ed being The Fan Man, it became clear that Corbin was feeding off my healing energy – and passing that energy to his three sons. Ed felt I was The Source – right away! He passed me on to his close friend, Mark Gall – whose whole family was sick. I did a major healing on Jon. When he died, I was not invited to his funeral – or his mothers! Mark didn’t tell me, she was dead, because he believed some of the healing enerrgy – would be – cut off! I was susposed to go to Ed’s funeral, but was un-invited. Mark had something to do with this – because he wants to be a healer like me. There is a good chance he is in contact with Heather. Mark is…..A ENETGY PARASITE…..who refused to serve as a Trustee in my Special Needs Trust – that nearly got me thrown in the Grand Canyon by Bill Cornwell whose fellow Nazi marched in Washington. My brother Mark Presco made me out to be The Family Parasite as long as I can remember. He disapeared his death, believing alal he was cutting me off.
Till death do we part! I heard Vicky Presco’s joy when she entered heaven.
Most of my healing is directed at HEALING THE WHOLE WORLD. When people get close to me, feel this – they want some! When they come from the same womb – they demand alot!
My late friend, Ed Corbin, invented crazy-ass reasons why he did not owe me
AT ALL!
I took care of Ed for fifteen years? When he had a couple of strokes I was there fror him. We played thousands of hours of video games – which brought his back! I went over to his house – almost every day!
“Why do you think I come here – so much?”
“You like to eat my spare Meals – On-Wheels I keep in the refrigerator.”
“HaHaHa! That is so funny. I can get Meals delivered to my house. I don’t NEED to ride my bycyle from 19th. and Kincaid to High Street. Then, when I have engorged myself on stale milk and Lima beans – I got to ride all the way home!”
After I bought my Toyota. I drove it from Springfield to High Street. I aske Ed to help pay for gas!”
“I don’t have money to give you for gas! You can have my broken TV, my sons bought me!”
“Ed….ITS BEEN BROKEN for a year. Your sons never come around to haul it out of your bedroom! I can’t do it by myself, and – YOU ARE CRIPPLED! You want me to tie it down on top of Mustardmoble. Whoes going to hel me lifet ip up! Besdies! It doesn’t work!”
“But, you can pay to get it fixed!”
“How many times did you, or your sons, pay to get it fix! They bought you a huge TV. We love playing Tiger Woods golf on it.!
When I had to move from 951 !9th. where and I lived, I could not find a cheap place in Eugene, I put in an application for a place a block away from Eds. I didn’t get it.
“Ed. Can your sons help me find a plac near you because I will have a long drive here, and, I am not in good health to ride my bicyle!:
H “Isten to me you feeloding parasite. If you approcah my sons – for any reason, or, to ask them for anything – I will crack your knees with a ballpeen hammer!” H
H (end of halucitination}
When I told Ed I had a daughter, he was not happy. I could see him do an inventory. How was this going to affect his – in a negative way! When I got my 77 Toyota, it became….HIS LIFE BLOOD! His sone did not have to take him grocery shopping, and thus my car became a…CORBIN FAMILY ASSET. Being the Free Hippie Messiah, everything that came from me – had to be FREE! Ed would load down The Mustardmobile – WITH BEER! When I told him I need new shocks, it was like a slap in the face. Ed had dropped out of soiciety to build the Corbin home, and then he dropped out of the Corbin Family to go get an appartement in Eugene – so he can drink all day without feeling guilty.
HE DIDN’T WANT TO BE A BURDEN ON HIS SONS. HE DIDN’T WANT THEM TO EVER TAKE CARE OF HIM, BECAUSE THIS WOUL MEAN – HE IS A FAILURE!
Above is a pic taken by my later friend Michael Harkins, who Stone wanted stories from. Michael was close with McCLure and Jim Morrison. My grandson is not happy because I had been doing a healing on the Harkins family since 1965. They adopted me. Ed and Mark were also not happy that I needed to go down to Santa Rosa to see……MY REAL FAMILY!
The Corbing Boys and their mother prided themselves on being Hippie Captitalists. They are Jews. When I made them aware I can not spend much time with Ed – LIKE I USED TO…because the Mustardmobile needs breaks, and, I just go get groceries FOR ME – they flipped out. All the Corbins. Why? Here was clear evidende THE CORBINS have been getting something FROM ME and thus Ed was……THE MOST SELFSUFFIANT ALCHOLIC BUM….that ever lived. And….
HE GRADUATED FROM HARVARD!
Look at my face! Its glowing! Marulyn pointed this out when she came to visit. I finally get it. Many people have seen me with my face glowing, but…
“Oooh! These fake Hippie Saviors really piss me off. Sure they glow allot, but, they are of Satan! Not – they are Satan! I wish I was a member of his family, or his neighbor, so I can hurt him in every way – EVERY DAY!
The Mustardmobile….might be a book, just to handle my time with The Corbins! They should have bought the Toyota, paid for the insurance, got it repaired, and, it is THEIR DADDIES CAR, and, I am The Corbin Chauffer! These Jewish business men would not do that, because that would be proof…..THEY OWE ME!
How sick is this!
Here is real footage of a Healing Energy Feeding Frenzy. I made the mistake of giving her Snyder’s evil bio to read, and she passed it around. They read how I was wounded. They want to bring down my white shield and – FEED AWAY!
On this post you will find Kevin (gree shirt) trying to film the cops copping a feel from Angie, so they can be sued. Kevin was Ed and my neighbor. I told Ed I have to move, and, can his sons – who are into real estate – HELP ME!
“Stay away from my sons! Never ask them for anything!”
This is when I realized all the Corbins were members of….
THE FEEDING FRENZY!
Cheryl used to live next door to Ed. Then she moved here. When I heard there was a vacancy, I got away from Kevin ‘The King of The Anarchists’. Mark put the make on Cheryl – for years! He took me fishing – and them asked about her! He was married to my friend Joy, so of Jon! Cheryl had a mean cruch on me. She did everything to keep me aware of her existence. She put in hand of me every time she got the chance. She helped sick the mob on me. Watch how she glides up to me….AND STEALS MY ENERGY POURING FROM THE WOUNDS THEY MAKE!
One evening, after fishing, Mark Gall asked me what appartment Cheryl lived in. I am sure she met all the Corbin Boys.
“I’m not going to tell you. She’s mentally ill. You don’t want to fuck a mentally ill woman, do you?
The idea Mark Gall would be slipping up the stairs, to fuck my disabled neighbor
IN AN ACT OF ACULTERY
Sickened me to the core of my soul. This is when our fishing trips were ended by the former head of the Department of Education.
“Don’t do it to John!”
I gave a lot of my healing to Cheryl, but he wanted more and more!
10/9/2015
I Saved Ed Corbin’s Life
Ed Corbin was my neighbor, who lived next door to Hollis Williams who died two years ago. I adopted our mutual friend and paid for his funeral from the $30,000 dollars left to my by my uncle in a Trust. I paid for half of the memorial held at the Campbell Senior Center, across the street from Ed. Above is a photo of me spreading Hollis’s ashes. I worked with Hud-Vash to get H into a apartment.
For years I would bicycle to Ed’s house after blogging for ten hours. We plaid video games. After he had several strokes, I took him to Serenity Lane were he stayed a month. After three months sober, he went back to drinking, and had more strokes. His three sons wanted me to spend more time with Ed, who saw these video games as therapy. It worked. Ed’s recovery from the strokes is a miracle. I got him to cut his drinking way down. For the next two years I never saw him go on a binge, that rendered him insane. He had become a out of control wild man. Thanks to me, Ed is now enjoying two beautiful grandchildren.
Above is my famous Toyota ‘The Mustardmobile’. For years I took Ed shopping in it. I took Hollis and his autistic friends to the Food Kitchen, and a church for a free meal. Here is the Mustardmobile parked in front of OCCUPY Eugene where many homeless people camped. We were against the Millionaire Club who collapsed our economy. The Mustardmobile was used to drive Jonny Gall to many of his doctor meetings. I had no problem waiting for a couple hours, because I had spent thousands of hours babysitting Ed – for free! Jonny died of a rare disease.
After my daughter and her Tea Party lover called me a “parasite” because I get SSI, I dismissed her as the Trustee of the Vincent Rice Trust. My friend, Mark Gall, refused to serve as the second named Trustee, he citing his caring for his dying son took up much of his time. However, he asked me if he could rent my apartment out a couple times a week so he could fornicate with his lover. After asking him where I was supposed to go while screwed a stranger in my bed, he suggested I sit out in my truck for several hours.
Ed has me give his good friend a call so we could meet. Ed and Mark went to Harvard together. Ed’s ex found Mark was also in Eugene, and got them to meet. At first I did not like Mark ‘The Millionaire’ because after inviting us to go hit balls at the range, and after Ed told him he had no money, Mark suggested he was a parasite on the rich. He lectured my friend all the way home on he being a burden on society. It cost me $1,800 dollars to hire a professional Trustee.
I get HUD. It is illegal for me to sublet my apartment. I live in low-cost housing, and would be evicted if I pimped my dwelling out. My Trust is a Special Needs Trust. My ex-Trustee told me I should be prepared to vacated my premises when ever his need arises – without giving ne any notice. Management has to give me 24 hour notice to enter.
Two months ago my neighbor Sandra died. For two years I was there for her. I took her to doctor appointments. I watched her waste away due to Lukenia. She took her life.
I watched my good friend, Jon Gall waste away and become a vegetable. I helped so many people, and I get $700 dollars a month to liver on. I bought my kin, Michael Dundon new teeth costing $2,000. Yesterday was my birthday. I only heard from Marilyn Reed who took me out to dinner. I revealed more information on why I own a Christ-complex., that bid me to try to save the world and as many people as I can. The Fadeley’s were not invited to Jon’s funeral, either and perhaps for the same reason”
“Also, you use gatherings as an opportunity to let people know how important you are, how you are an expert, how you are kin to royalty and famous people. My gathering was intended to focus on my son, not you.”
This comes from the guy who bought Ed Corbin a bucket of golf balls for $4 bucks, then told us how successful he is, how great he is, he written up in several Who’s Who. We were a rented audience. Who hogged all the limelight at my friend’s funeral?
Here I am volunteering my time at the rest home Mark’s mother stayed in. She was evicted for demanding she be the center of attention. I took Ray to synagogue. She was convinced her son was going to take her out into the woods to be eaten by a bear. Ray bit one of her handlers on the hand who was trying to feed her.
Then there are the thousands of hours I spent babysitting head-injured Virginia Hambley who kin to much royalty. Here is a pic of Joy and I marching against the war. Did the Galls and the Corbins help me rescue my grandson? You’ll have to read my book.
The way I see it, is if Mr. Gall had time to fuck his lover in my abode, then he had time to sign a few checks a month, as my Trustee. But, I am not a professional. What does my attorney think. I am mentally disabled.
In the top photo you see my reflection in the window right next to Ed, us two good old buddies side by side. In the last four years we have seen each other twice. What went wrong? The Corbins came into some money. You figure it out. Virginia and Ed are now being for by professionals who get a salary. Jon, Sandra, and Hollis were also cared for by folks who got a wage. I cared – for free! But, could I be trusted that this was enough for me? I once had great friends, or, so I thought.
http://pages.uoregon.edu/mgall/vita.htm
10/21/2018
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.
http://www.kval.com/sports/college/88871417.html?tab=video&c=y
http://portal.hud.gov/hudportal/HUD?src=/program_offices/public_indian_housing/programs/hcv/vash
Mark’s wife, Joy Gall, was supposed to be my friend, too. I turned her husband down in an e-mail, and got this reply;
“My “adulterous affairs”. You led me to believe you were a free-loving Bohemian. Your comments are more typical of a Christian fundamentalist. — M. D. “Mark” Gall Professor Emeritus University of Oregon
To
M. D. Gall
09/19/13 at 11:02 PM
I did not lead you to believe I was a “free-loving Bohemian”. Is there such a thing in regards to betraying your wife or husband? I don’t recall, and, I was there. I was a real Beatnik, Bohemian, and Hippie. You and Joy were none of the above – are none of the above! You were never a member of MY harmonious group! I shut my door on your little pecker! You got back at me?
You are not even Liberals, because real Liberals don’t hold elite memorials like you did. That you believed I was open to you giving me money for the use of my home for covert fornication, is against everything real Bohemians believe in. We never take money, you fucking moron, because, how can it be Free Love.
Straights used to offer hippie couples money if they could watch us fornicate. That’s how I saw you, and your offer. You wanted to believe I was not a moral person so you could get your rocks off. Meanwhile back at the ‘House of Hypocricy’ yiu and Joy are wearing the halos of Saints.
Stay out of the Art World. I suspect you are trying to buy a façade of Culture. Have you thought abut making porn movies? You can wear a mask lest Saint Joy learn your a horn dog! You can donate your earnings to Hungry Artists in the gutter.
To
Jon Presco
09/19/13 at 9:48 PM
The people I know, even those I knew slightly, such as Jen, or know better, such as Doug, become targets for your suspicions, disdain, and sometimes terrifying anger. Why should I introduce you to more people who would become targets for you?
Also, you use gatherings as an opportunity to let people know how important you are, how you are an expert, how you are kin to royalty and famous people. My gathering was intended to focus on my son, not you.
I did not disinvite you to our gathering for Jon. Nor did I invite you. I am more convinced than ever that I made the right decision.
You have some good qualities, Jon, but you have other qualities that create conflict with others. Just make a list of all the people you’ve gotten terribly angry with.
Rosamond Press 
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