Thursday, December 14, 2006

Catherine Share, The Gypsy Liar


The Col is still pissed off at the Gillon- History Channel- Our Generation piece of shit, and especially at giving half the show to fat Gypsy and acting like she was some poor innocent girl corrupted by Manson. I mean, it is hard enough for a genius like myself to follow all this, what chance do we have when History PROFESSORS from Universities spread lies and inaccuracies? Anyway, here is a Chapter from CHILD OF SATAN, CHILD OF GOD. It is copyright 1977 Logos International. I believe that Susan testified that the book is pd because the company never paid her and is defunct. It was at a parole hearing. If anyone actually can prove they own the copyright I will take it down. The title of the Chapter is ESCAPE. Susan is on Death Row for seven murders Gypsy shows up for robbery and shooting at cops. I believe the Spider they talk about is Kenneth Como, whom Gypsy marries later on. The book is by Susan Atkins and A ghost writer. Here is the lovely Gypsy as seen from the point of view of a convicted seven times killer.

The early morning fog was beginning to lift, and patches of blue were spreading across the sky. Dew was still on the grass--mostly crabgrass, actually--but Catherine and I didn't mind. It was going to be a beautiful spring morning and our anticipation overcame any discomfort from the hard ground or the dampness. I plucked at the crabgrass between my knees and occasionally glanced into Catherine's brown eyes. She didn't look thirty. The loss of nearly forty pounds had left her at the well-proportioned, size-nine figure she had displayed during our days at Spahn's Ranch.

She was talking about her new man. "Spider is such a beautiful man, Sadie, so much more together than Charlie ever was."

"Susan," I interrupted. "Please call me Susan, not Sadie."

"I'm sorry," she said, smiling, "but don't be so touchy, woman. We don't have time to be hassling over names right now. There are more important things to be discussed."

Catherine had always been intense, but she was more so then--in 1973. She and Mary, both central figures from the Manson days, had arrived at SSU just a few weeks earlier, sentenced for an armed robbery conducted right after our conviction in the main trial. They had staged the robbery to get guns to try to break Charlie out of jail. Their charges didn't seem to merit SSU treatment, but they, like Pat, Leslie, and me, were considered high security risks.

Catherine, who had also been know as Gypsy, and Mary had been welcome additions to SSU for me. The cool treatment from my two codefendants had never abated, and the newcomers provided me with someone to talk to at last. While we were all civil and formally polite to one another, there had been a definite three-way division for the five of us--Pat and Leslie, Catherine and Mary, and me, pretty much alone. I had begun to drift toward the latter two, just for the sake of companionship.

Catherine was still talking. "I want to know if I can trust you or not to help me and my partner."

It was strange that she should be asking if she could trust me. I hadn't completely made up my mind to trust her and Mary.

Catherine spoke with a warmth that occasionally reached ferocity about "freedom". She in fact intimidated me. "We've got to fight our way into freedom," she was saying again. "It can't be found in prison."

That was obvious, I thought, but her intensity gave it deeper meaning. I was beginning to understand that she was not merely an outlaw. She was a revolutionary.

"It's funny that you should ask me if you can trust me," I said, as she paused. "My name is not the most trustworthy one in this prison, you know." I smiled wryly. "Can you trust me, you say. Hey, I'm not sure I trust myself, or even that I trust you."

I'd never seen a harder look on a woman than the one that covered her face in that instant. It caused me to shudder.

"If you blow my scene, I'll kill you. So don't play any games with me. Either you're with me, or you're against me. Which is it, Susan?"

I tried not to look frightened. I had more than held my own with the old Gypsy. But this was different woman.

"I'm with myself, Catherine," I said softly but firmly. But I'll do what I can to help you get out of here, if that's what you want. I many even decide to go with you, but I'm not committing myself that far at this time. If you trust me and I blow it, I know where I stand. Right?" I paused, and added, "Right!"

There was a long silence. I looked up. The sky was practically all clear, and the slight spring breeze was warming. I pulled on the crabgrass in front of me.

"Okay, girl," Catherine said without looking at me, "this is what I want you to do. I want you to sit up tonight and watch the perimeter man and clock him. I want you to tell me tomorrow morning how many times he drives around the perimeter and how long between the times he passes SSU. All right?"

I was still equivocating. "What on earth for, Catherine?" It sounded dumb, but I was sincere.

The hardness returned to her face. "Look, do you want to ask questions and play games, or do you want out of this hellhole? You just do what I tell you and as you prove yourself to me, I'll tell you more. A good con doesn't ask too many questions, Susan."

She paused, and her face softened slightly. "If you remember nothing else about what I'm into and who I'm with, girl, you remember not to ask questions. Just do what you're told, and you'll be taken care of."

Deep in my stomach was the feeling that comes after you've had the wind knocked out of you. It was that old, old feeling of mine--fear and the beginnings of loneliness. I was cold again. But I refused to show my feelings. I had to stay tough. Catherine had learned things I wanted to know. Besides, she was company, for good or for worse, and If I was going to keep my mind from slipping into the pit that often so beckoned to it, I needed someone to talk to. She claimed she was "a pretty together white witch," with real powers--and maybe she was.

"Say, Cathy," I drawled after nearly a minute of silence, "tell me more about Spider."

I pushed the right button. We alternately sat and reclined on our little lawn for an hour as she spun out a fantastic tale of her "new warrior…Prince Charming…everything a man ought to be…"

He was in one of the major prisons…"the best, the most popular man in the joints…the most respected among the together revolutionists…the general of a new army."

"He actually kidnapped me one day while I was sitting on the corner waiting for Charlie to get out of jail," she said, "and I've never been the same since."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this Charlie all over again? She let me read one of his letters, and to my surprise he named me as one who should join them. I perceived he was far ahead of Charlie in his cunning. He was more serious that revolution, about violence, than any of us had ever been. Yet much of his rap had the ring of Charlie to it.

"Let's walk," Cathy said suddenly. "I don't like sitting around where the cops can listen in. Besides, Spider says we've got to stay together physically; it's our best weapon against these pigs."

So up we got from the sun-warmed grass and began to walk the L-shaped yard. I felt lazy, but Catherine took off like a runner, her hair flying behind. She was walking, but at a tremendous clip, her arms pumping like an old-fashioned steam locomotive.

"Hey, Cathy, I thought you said walk! You're nearly running. Wait up!"

"Either catch up or be left behind, Susan," she said sharply.

I jogged enough to catch up. I knew she wasn't talking only about her walk. And the thought of being left behind scared me.

We walked for forty-five minutes, and it wasn't long before the staff was watching every step. Our sergeant had a hound dog's nose for trouble, and he knew something was up. He had worked too many years with men in prison to relax his never-turn-your-back-on-a-con attitude. My legs were feeling like lead so I welcomed his call for us to come in, but I wasn't going to let him know it.

"All right, ladies, inside. It's lunch time." He stood at the door like a sentry as we filed past.

"Baker, when you are going to give up?" I asked, my nastiness flaring fully.

"When all the cons are buried six feet under and never see daylight, woman, so what do you think of that?"

"Nothing, you----male chauvinist, nothing!"

As I stepped inside the door, Catherine spoke quickly to me, "Cool it, Susan, the man is only doing his job."

I expected, and received as soon as we were back in our cells that afternoon, a lecture on how to con the guards and keep them off our backs. Despite my experience, I still was too messed-up to be very prison-wise.

That night, after the final count had been taken and all the goodnights spoken, I sat up in my bed and stared out the window into the night. Four rows of vertical steel bars and four of horizontal covered the window. A screen covered them from the inside. The outside was well-lighted. I could see the perimeter road, beyond the large field area outside our own small yard. First there was our barbed-wire fence and then the high barb-topped fence twenty-five yards beyond. And then…freedom."

I shook my head. "No way," I thought. There was no way, it seemed to me, that Cathy and Mary could get through those bars on our windows, over the SSU fence, across that large space with no trees or bushes, and over that outside fence with its rolls of barbed wire on top, placed there just for us after we had arrived. And besides that, there was the electronic beam along the fence and the spot man in his little tower a quarter-mile away.

There were headlights. That was the perimeter man, making his first round in the car--10:10. We had gone back to wearing watches since the Manson days. How were they going to cut the bars? And what about the fence? "What if I go with them, and we've busted?" I asked myself. "They'll never let me see daylight again." I shuddered inside. How long does it take to creep to go around? "There they are"…the headlights--10:17.

"I wonder if Pat and Leslie will try to go with them?" I shook my head negatively.

So Spider thought I was worth trying to help, huh? I began to fantasize. "Snap out of it, Susan." The thought broke through to my consciousness. "This is no game. This is for real. These people aren't playing. What are you going to do? If you're busted, or get them busted--if you blow it one more time, girl--you can start counting the daisies and prepare to make fertilizer for some oak tree."

There were the headlights again--10:45. "He's sure not consistent," I said into darkness. Suddenly I head noises. "Oh oh, bed check." I pulled the covers over my shoulders and closed my eyes. The watchwoman passed by and returned to her office.

"This is just like old times," I thought, noticing the feeling of fear in my stomach and my rapid breathing. Flashes of creepy-crawling burst into my brain, then dissipated. I wasn't sure if the feeling was good or bad.

There were the headlights again--11:03. "Man, I'm not used to this. I'm sleepy." Headlights--11:15…Headlights--11:20…. And on into the night.

"To heck with this. I'm going to sleep."

"Well, give me the rundown, woman." Catherine was eager as I stood outside her window. It was my turn to be outside with Mary that morning. "Is her consistent in his trips around the joint?"

"Nope. It's anywhere from three and a half minutes at the fastest to twenty minutes between trips. I think the guy on the perimeter must stop and talk with the guy on the spot. You'll have to ask Pat about that. Her room overlooks that scene. I can only see the roads and haystacks."

Catherine pursed her lips. "Okay. That's good enough. Now I want you to draw out a map of SSU for me. I need to send it to Spider so he can tell me which is the best rout to take. I want every phone in the place marked, where the staff's office is and a timetable of when they make their security calls. Here is now I want you to write it."

She held up a plastic glass half full of a pale liquid. "You'll draw it with this. It won't show on the paper till it's heated. Then he'll make it out. We'll just send an innocent little letter."

I didn't do anything for two or three days after that. I was still wrestling with whether I could trust Catherine, although I felt myself drawing closer to her and Mary all the time. Pat and Leslie were still maintaining their Susan freeze, and I needed someone to trust in. Not to trust is not to live, I thought. Crazy idea. I'd misjudged people so many times, but I figured, "One more time." Maybe I'd win the prize this time--a real friend. Sometime later, walking with Mary the endless circle we made in our yard--this time at a far more reasonable pace than Catherine's gallop, although Mary's long, slim legs still kept me moving--I inquired about Gypsy's man. "Mary, do you love Spider, too?"

Her cool, blue eyes peered out of their narrow slits in the morning's bright sun, and her customary from turned into a look that said, "Don't come too close, Susan!"

But she said, "Why do you ask?"

"I asked my question first, Mary."

"It's none of your business, Susan," she said evenly, "but yeah, I love him."

"What about Charlie, Mary?" I asked rather innocently. "Did you get tired of his trip?"

Her fierce look blistered me as she stopped and turned on me. "If you never mention him again to me it will be too soon. I can't stand him and I don't want to talk about the----creep; you understand?"

Her fuse was short. "Yeah, all right, Mary, I hear where you're coming from. So how is Pooh-Bear?"

"His name is Michael, and he's fine. I don't call him Pooh-Bear any more."

"Hey, Mary, there's no need to be defensive with me, I'm not out to hurt you."

She put her hands on her hips, and stared hard into my face again.

"Oh yeah? Is that why you went to the grand jury? Don't talk your trash to me. You're going to have to prove to me you ain't going to hurt any more."

I started to walk away. I was quivering like jello inside, but I still had the capacity for a though exterior. "I'll see you later, Mary. I don't want to be your whipping boy today, all right?"

Mary and Catherine may have been closer to me than Pat and Leslie during those mid-SSU days, but things obviously weren't going to be lovey-dovey.

Summer came and went in 1973, leaving me with a bit more confidence--although it was shaky--a nice tan, and the feeling that I could really regain a good reputation as a together woman in this world. I'd made maps, written out procedures, obtained information no one else in the unit had the guts to seek. Getting into a procedure log when the staff wasn't around, for example, wasn't easy, and more times than not I'd thought I'd surely get busted.

The fog season--one of California's blessings or curses, depending on your point of view--was rolling in, and it was time to make the big move. The needed hacksaw blades and other equipment had arrived, something I discovered while walking in the yard late on a windy afternoon. The wind was unusually cold.

"You'll never believe me when I tell you we won't even need to go over the fence," Cathy told me through chattering teeth.

I looked at her calmly and said, with more confidence in my voice that I'd felt in years, "Try me, Cathy."

She grinned with delight and whispered into my ear, "We have a brand-new set of wire cutters."

"Oh yeah? Should I even ask"

"Sure you can ask but I'm not going to tell you." Her grin widened. "Use your imagination, Susan. Spider has taught you that, hasn't he?" She was referring to my inclusion in a lot of his communications in recent weeks.

I pulled my ski hat down over my shoulder-length hair, envying Cathy's long full hair, which she continually flaunted. "I'm starting to compete with her!" The realization hit me unexpectedly. "I can't get back into that! Stop it!"

I thought about how Mary had got the blades in when she returned from making a court appearance in someone else's case--in her rectum. But no wire cutters, surely! Cathy's only visitor had been Jeanie. I looked at Cathy, and she was laughing. She was dying to tell me as soon as I’d admit I didn't know.

"All right, I give up. I thought you knew. But not wire cutters. That's impossible."

"That's not the only place, you know," she said, giggling. "Will it help you if I explain that the handles unscrew from the cutters and that it’s only about five inches long and two inches wide when apart?"

"You mean to tell me, Cathy, that Jeanie carried those things inside her vagina, and old Baker didn't pick it up on the metal detector."

"That's what I mean to tell you, Susan. Baker is so busy looking for things that he misses everything. That's why I talk nice to him and don't want you yelling and swearing at him. It makes him mad, and we want him to like us and trust us. You get him all riled up and he wants to bust you."

She paused for a moment, then looked at me knowingly. "and furthermore, if it ever comes down to it, don't be afraid to give a little bit more. What's more important-your chastity or your freedom?"

That set Catherine off on another of her lectures. I just wasn't up to it and said so, edging away toward the door. She continued on walking in the cold wind, and talking. The last words I heard before she turned the corner were "It gets cold outside late at night." Everything she did was calculated, and everything seemed to work. But still, I wondered, how had they passed those hidden wire cutters while sitting in a visiting room in front of a staff?

I was curled up on my bed and had the blanket pulled up to my neck, reading one of Karlene's philosophy books. Capitalizing on our ever-increasing freedom to move about SSU during certain hours, Cathy walked into my room quietly. The look on her face startled me. I thought I'd done something wrong. Paranoia still prevailed. But, lightheartedly, I said, "Hi. What's the serious face for?"

Without blinking, she said, "It's decision time, Susan. Are you, or are you not, coming with us?"

Silence.

"If you decide to go, you know that because of your name, if they see you, they'll shoot to kill. And once you're on the other side of the fence, you're either with us, or you're on your own. You know everything I know about how to get out. You've proven yourself to be valuable. Spider's told you that. So if you decide not to come with us, you can come later, on your own. But you must understand that, once I'm out there, there's not going to be a whole lot of time. I'm going to be busy. I'm going to bring it down fast. I was born a revolutionist. I lived through the underground scene in France during World War II. My parents died in the underground, and I'm not about to stop now. I believe in what I'm fighting for. If you don't, then tell me now, sister, because I'm ready to make my move.

I knew something about Catherine's childhood. It had been full of pain. She was the daughter of a Hungarian musician and a woman of German-Jewish background. They had fled from the Nazis to France, and there had fought in the underground after the fall of that nation. They ultimately committed suicide during the war. Catherine was adopted by an American family when she was eight, only to have her adoptive mother commit suicide after being stricken with cancer. Catherine cared for her blind father, a psychologist, until he remarried, and then she went off on her own, marrying, divorcing, playing in small movie parts until she met Bobby, and through him, Charlie. She was one of the most talented members of the Manson group - an outstanding violinist and a magnificent singer. She was experienced, and she was tough.

"I don't need any albatrosses around my neck, Susan, and I can't carry your load for you. There are people out there who will hide you if you make it. If you don't make it, well, you'll have gone down fighting instead of lying here dead in you head."

I still didn't answer, so she rambled on. "I want you to know that all you have done for us so far has been appreciated. I've taught you as best I can. I thank you for staying up and typing those nights while I was working on getting my bar out. If I'm busted before I make it and you choose not to go, they can't implicate you one bit. You can merely say you didn't know what was going on. But, if you try now, and get busted with me and Mary, you'll never be given another chance by them.

I sat on the bed, and picked at the bedspread. "In all honesty, Cathy, I've really weighed it all. I've considered the chances. I know I can't stay here with them, Pat and Les. They drive me crazy. You know I can't handle their games any more, and the thought of staying in SSU the rest of my life blows my mind."

I stopped. I had to go on. Could I? "But I'm not ready to go with you yet. If I do go, and when I do go, I'm going to have to do it on my own. I can't join you and Mary and Spider. That is too much like the past. I don’t want to be on your trip. I want my own trip. Can you dig it? I'm together enough now, I think, to know I've got to stand alone and make my own decisions. This is my first decision - I'm going to stay behind."

I was exhausted with my spiel. Exhausted and afraid. Was I right?

Catherine spoke. "I hear you, sister. You've come a long way. But, seriously, Spider will be proud of you. He'll be disappointed that you aren't coming out with us, but he'll understand. And your stand, when you make your move, will make a lot of dudes inside want to have a woman like you on their team. Don't worry about finding a man. He'll find you, Susan."

She was very close to being as tender as we once had been toward one another. But she pressed on, "I'll write you through your attorney if I need to contact you for anything. All right?"

I nodded.

"Tonight," he said softly, "I need you to type real loud one more time. Pat is going to turn up her stereo loud for us and we should be all the way through the bar tonight. Mrs. Barnhouse will be on, and she ain't too smart, you know, so I'll tap on the wall when I need for you to stop typing. Mary will be in my room around midnight. Her lock is all ready."

She hesitated. "This is it, sister, time to get it on. Check you later."

With that last word, the together witch left. She knew her business, and I respected her. But the old affection was gone. The only thing I was really attracted to by then was her power to make things happen. She was just like Charlie - and apparently Spider. If she pictured things in her mind, they seemed to happen.

I hammered on the keys till my fingers were sore. I'd been at it for nearly two hours. Suddenly, I felt something in the air. Something was wrong. I stopped typing, and Pat's stereo was suddenly turned way down. Leslie was saying something to Pat as I got up and went to grill my door.

Mrs. Barnhouse was standing in front of Cathy's cell. "Don't move, you! It's all over! You’ve had it!"

Confusion rolled in like a whirlwind. All the lights went on, and staff people filled the corridor. For four hours, a storm raged such as CIW had never seen. Two women had come within a fraction of escaping from the highest security this medium-to-minimum-security prison had to offer. The screen was off its brackets. The last bar needed to clear the window was all but an eighth of an inch through. And in one cell were the two women, a pair of wire cutters, two backpacks with makeshift camping gear. All unheard of.

I sat quietly on my bed. I wondered about all the privileges we were going to lose - the ones we had worked for for two years. We'd just have to start over.

But what about Catherine and Mary? They, too, would just have to start over. I shook my head as I thought about the second plan they had already laid out should the first go awry. Nothing was outside their calculation.

99 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is there actually such a thing as a Walmart Greeter?

There's the new America for ya ... Burger Flippers and Customer Service Reps.

What a fu*king world we live in.

We're becomming the new coolie nation that China once was back in the 1800's

It's no wonder wonder Michael Savage was playing that song from the kinks the other day.

If you haven't heard it, you'll hear it on this webpage:

http://www.american-patriot-society.us/mycustompage0014.htm

Anonymous said...

Classic Michael Savage program about the Holocaust and the new Iranian Hitler

Part 1:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BppVZEVdctw

Part 2:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7hzzozPdic

Anonymous said...

I think I read in the Jess Bravin book Sqeaky that Spider is a guy named James Terrill Craig

Dok said...

Col, I found that very interesting and wow, the light I now see Catherine Share in. Could you post more of Susans book? I would very much enjoy reading it from start to finish.

Dok

Anonymous said...

helterskelter_aug_1969 said:
>>Savage, what does that have to do with Gypsy?<<

Listen to the clips and you'll see that it has alot to do with what's coming.

Savage states about how corrupt and dishonest the media is. This is the same Media that parades Charles Manson around as a boogieman but won't cover Tex Watson and Patricia Krenwinkel.

Manson's knife didn't enter the body of Sharon Tate, it was that pig Charles Denton Watson.

Facts are Facts.

Helter Skelter was said to be about the black man rising up and killing off the entire white race .... this was Manson's alleged philosophy.

I give you the Brown Skinned Radical Jihadists who have infested literally every country on earth and who's purpose is to convert you or kill you.

Global Helter Skelter in the form of a nuclear war started by Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad whose aggression will ignite a world wide intifade or revolution against the white man and christianity.

Bugilosi's description of Helter Skelter is almost an exact depiction of what's to come.

Listen to Savage's clips and you'll see what he's talking about.

Anonymous said...

Salem said...
Sandy_is_Nuts said...
I think I read in the Jess Bravin book Sqeaky that Spider is a guy named James Terrill Craig

11:44 AM, December 15, 2006
and he is a truck driver now.
in hicksville with me. lol



>>>Must be on heck of a sight, being Craig/Spider died on December 22, 1979.

Anonymous said...

Sorry-that should be 1978.

Anonymous said...

Salem Said: Scotland Yard replied as follows: "It has been established that Davis
is recorded as embarking at London airport for the United States of
America on 25th April 1969 while holding United States passport 612


>>Well, this has Davis LEAVING London in April and pUgh was killed in Dec of 1969. What does this prove?

Anonymous said...

Salem said,

"Charlie says its a LIE!
and for where I was back then, you have not a clue dude!"

Did you get turned down as a Walmart greeter, lol?!!!

"Back then", I'll bet my last dollar you were like Sandy....an airheaded follower that had too much time on her hands.

Meaty

Anonymous said...

Meaty, you're a real people person aren't you.

I'm curious about something, what do you do for a living in the real world?

With that charming personality of yours, i'd like to know what kind of business employs your services.

Also, Michael Savage does not speak for me although i agree with the vast majority of what he says. He's a brilliant man that you seem to fear very much. Why is that?

Also, what did you think of my proposal concerning Leslie's parole? Seems to me like that might be something that the board of parole hearings might seriously take into account.

Anonymous said...

The only thing concerning Pugh I see that was posted was that Scotland Yard puts Davis out of England. The others, well, I am sure if I deemed it necessary to find info about it I could, but I would rather watch paid programming reruns than argue with an idiot.

Anonymous said...

I know Gypsy has French heritage but she looks aleutian...almost eskimo.

Does she have a MySpace?

Anonymous said...

Savage Disciple said...
Meaty, you're a real people person aren't you.

I'm curious about something, what do you do for a living in the real world?

With that charming personality of yours, i'd like to know what kind of business employs your services.

Also, Michael Savage does not speak for me although i agree with the vast majority of what he says. He's a brilliant man that you seem to fear very much. Why is that?

Also, what did you think of my proposal concerning Leslie's parole? Seems to me like that might be something that the board of parole hearings might seriously take into account.


Savage, I genuinely like the idea.

I would give you a kevlar body suit and have Charles Watson with a AK47 in the octagon.

Ummm, sounds fun.

Meaty

Anonymous said...

AHHH! shucks, salem......git back frum shuckin' sum korn?

Weres you bee, gerlfren?

You been layin' in dat der hay?

You gone see dat new muvie, "charlotte's web".

Dat der is a hick muvie if ah evah seen won.

Meaty

Anonymous said...

I think the Bond Movie "The Man with the Golden Gun" is more appropriate for Watson and I.

It would be an interesting test of wills. Neither one of us appears to fear death so it would be an event unlike any other.

We could hold the showndown at Barker Ranch and Don Murphy and his crew could film it.

God how i wish Bill Nelson was still around.


I feel that a proposal along those lines would be something that would allow Leslie to receive the parole that she's earned while at the same time assuring that the memory of the victims is respected and that surving family members of the victims are not burdoned with any future concerns. It also gives the board of parole hearings a much needed guarantee that their decision would not be second guessed.

Keeping Leslie locked up makes no sense at this point and I think there could be some kind of compromise that just might benefit everyone involved.

I think Leslie's attorney should take this into consideration. It would prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Leslie's parole hopes were about getting a second chance in life and not about making money at the expense of the victims. It would show that her desire for freedom is sincere.

Anonymous said...

Savage Disciple said...
I think the Bond Movie "The Man with the Golden Gun" is more appropriate for Watson and I.

It would be an interesting test of wills. Neither one of us appears to fear death so it would be an event unlike any other.

We could hold the showndown at Barker Ranch and Don Murphy and his crew could film it.

God how i wish Bill Nelson was still around.


I feel that a proposal along those lines would be something that would allow Leslie to receive the parole that she's earned while at the same time assuring that the memory of the victims is respected and that surving family members of the victims are not burdoned with any future concerns. It also gives the board of parole hearings a much needed guarantee that their decision would not be second guessed.

Keeping Leslie locked up makes no sense at this point and I think there could be some kind of compromise that just might benefit everyone involved.

I think Leslie's attorney should take this into consideration. It would prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Leslie's parole hopes were about getting a second chance in life and not about making money at the expense of the victims. It would show that her desire for freedom is sincere.

4:48 PM, December 15, 2006


SON...GIT YOU SOM HEAD GEAR. YOU BEEN BURNED RIGHT TERRIBLE IN DA HEAD BY THOSE DANG SOLAR BURSTS.

MIGHT NOT BE TOO LATE.

Anonymous said...

I wonder if Angela and Louis Smaldino would be receptive to such a proposal.

It would give Leslie her parole date and would also have that built-in safeguard to ensure that the memory of the victims is not tainted by someone profiting from the crimes.

If interviews are done, the victims charities would be the primary recipients of any paid compensation which might just give the Tate and LaBianca families some kind of peace knowing that the foundation that Doris Tate struggled to build lives on in her memory and is being paid into by the very people who were at the heart of her struggle.

This might also give some hope to Susan Atkins and her parole effort as long as she agrees to the same condition.

I think it's something that's worth exploring. It costs a great deal of money to keep these people locked up and it's quite apparent that they pose no physical danger to society and, in Susan's case, she has the support of a husband and his family so i don't see her being a burdon to the state.

Maybe this is the missing piece to the puzzle that will give the board of parole hearings the guarantee that they're looking for to make that final decision.

Freedom doesn't come cheap and to even have a second chance at life itself is a gift from God. If all it takes is some kind of written compromise to be attached to a parole, I say lets do it.

Anonymous said...

Savage Disciple said...
I wonder if Angela and Louis Smaldino would be receptive to such a proposal.

It would give Leslie her parole date and would also have that built-in safeguard to ensure that the memory of the victims is not tainted by someone profiting from the crimes.

If interviews are done, the victims charities would be the primary recipients of any paid compensation which might just give the Tate and LaBianca families some kind of peace knowing that the foundation that Doris Tate struggled to build lives on in her memory and is being paid into by the very people who were at the heart of her struggle.

This might also give some hope to Susan Atkins and her parole effort as long as she agrees to the same condition.

I think it's something that's worth exploring. It costs a great deal of money to keep these people locked up and it's quite apparent that they pose no physical danger to society and, in Susan's case, she has the support of a husband and his family so i don't see her being a burdon to the state.

Maybe this is the missing piece to the puzzle that will give the board of parole hearings the guarantee that they're looking for to make that final decision.

Freedom doesn't come cheap and to even have a second chance at life itself is a gift from God. If all it takes is some kind of written compromise to be attached to a parole, I say lets do it.

5:19 PM, December 15, 2006


OK...BUT YOU KNOW YOU WOULD HAVE TO DRIVE THAT PIECE OF SHIT TAURUS OUT HERE AGAIN.

WE AINT STAGING IT OUT EAST.

YA HEAR?

Meaty

Anonymous said...

At least I bought an American made car. I'd like to think that I did my part to keep somebody employed somewhere.

I can always have the frame taken off and turn it into a dune buggy after i get another car :-)

Anonymous said...

I used to listen to this song and sometimes ponder the meaning of life.

It questions the existance of the very things we were always taught to be true.

The lyrics are pretty deep and it makes you think about what really matters in life.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y71AX0BbJOg

Anonymous said...

Here's a little favorite of mine that i dedicate to Colscott himself :-)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4mX9-2xuyP8

Anonymous said...

Dedicated to the Gypsy woman and the French Resistance:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MbeT7_ARm8

Anonymous said...

Another favorite of the Gypsy woman:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCpFGbmEjzo

Anonymous said...

Another one for the Gypsy woman:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csmnAz-MWfI

Anonymous said...

Part 2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ83d3bZwM8


Vive La France :-)

Anonymous said...

"That's not the only place, you know," she said, giggling. "Will it help you if I explain that the handles unscrew from the cutters and that it’s only about five inches long and two inches wide when apart?"

"You mean to tell me, Cathy, that Jeanie carried those things inside her vagina, and old Baker didn't pick it up on the metal detector."



Makes me wonder what hasn't been up there. Talk about life in the raw.

Anonymous said...

"Spider is such a beautiful man, Sadie, so much more together than Charlie ever was."


Another clasic line from Gypsy. Don't ya just love the loyalty of some women.

She's probably saying the same thing about the producer of that show on the history channel right now.

In fact, had she met Mark Turner, she'd probably be saying the same thing about him.

Where's that Dylan song .... "You gotta serve somebody"


Sing along Cathy,
"Oh it may be the devil or it may be the lord, but you gotta serve somebody"

Sing it baby!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJ2gGFYD7uE

Anonymous said...

http://www.matthewurbano.com/jukebo
x/mp3s/Jazz/Frank%20Sinatra/Frank%
20Sinatra%20-%20It%

A timeless classic from Ole Blue eyes himself.

Anonymous said...

http://www.somoscubanos.com/Multime
dia/Frank%20Sinatra/Romance%20
[Reprise]%20Disc%202/24%20It%20Was%
20a%20Very%20Good%20Year.mp3

This link should work.

Sinatra once again.

Anonymous said...

http://ia.daunsdolls.com/Joe/George
%20Harrison%20-%20When%20We%20Was%
20Fab.mp3

A great song by George Harrison. I'm sure that the Gypsy woman would agree :-)

Anonymous said...

Freedom is a wonderful thing.

You're lucky to have it Gypsy. I just hope that you stop and think once in a while about those who don't have it and who haven't had it for most of their lives.

You're alot luckier than most.

At least Steve Grogan isn't out doing photo shoots up where Shorty Shea was murdered.

Crawl back in your hole.

You're no Che Guevara.

Unlike you, Che Guevara was a man with honor and he served only one master. He was a symbol of the revolutionary idea and he was a hero to millions.

The only revolution you'd ever come close to is the song on the Beatles White Album.

Did you even bother to send Leslie a Christmas card?

Anonymous said...

highlandave said:
>>>Good thing for the caretaker that it was her who went to check out the guest house.
His fate was about all she had any real control over.<<<

There has to be more to Garretson's story than we were lead to believe.

I don't see how he could have not heard the sounds coming from that house or the events that took place outside.

Garretson probably knew something was going on and he got too scared to come out and check into it. It's along the same lines as Barbara Hoyt's story about Shorty Shea's death.

The police had to remove Garretson from the guest house the next day and it almost seems as if he was too scared to come out.

Anonymous said...

higlandave said:
>>As for the Iranian president's intifada against the white man, that fool, former Grand Wizard, David Duke was special guest at his recent holocaust hoax seminar. That's one white guy he must dig. <<

David Duke is a non-entity and really doesn't carry any credibility.

I'm more concerned about Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's close ties with Jugo Chavez of Venezuela. The Islamo-Marxist threat dwarfs anything that we've had to deal with in the past and Fidel Castro is probably going to his grave a happy man now that his dreams of a revolutinary coup against the yankee colonial is coming to fruition.

The enemy has integrated into our society at all levels and its on a global scale. The threat is very real.

Anonymous said...

Maybe one day we'll all realize the dream that John Lennon once had and we'll all finally be living in the now as it should be.

My only regret is that will take another global war to bring down the old infrastructure that has enslaved man to a life of materialism and consumerism.

Life is about living and being alive and being free. Life is a gift from God.

I look at the dark side of life as we now see it and then i turn to John Lennon and his words and I know that there's something better out there and that we need to purge ourselves of the brainwashing that's been done to us since birth and come to a new thought; a new reality.

If you listen to the words of this song, you'll see that John Lennon left a blueprint for mankind to begin again.

http://www.tothextreme.net/media/Be
atles_-_John_Lennon_-_Imagine.mp3

Anonymous said...

This must be one of Clark Ronson's idols:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loreDu0gH_g

Anonymous said...

I wonder this genius would think about the goings on at the old Spahn Movie Ranch :-)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRsvdx9aBw8

It's funny to hear this clown in a bedsheet try and make it sound as if he's so pure. I guess he forgot about Iran's prostitution problem which is rumored to be as bad as bangkok thailand. I'm sure he wouldn't want to talk about that.

Anonymous said...

All this dribble on Gypsy leaves me feeling a little numb.

I'll let Sir Paul McCartney wash away the Gypsy Blues.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SksOOA9cxkA

This one's for you Leslie.

Anonymous said...

Salaam said,

"I think ther is a huge difference between a party with music than SCEAMS and gunshots!"

You excel at the hick stuff. Hats off to you.

Now go gits you sum pig slop and wallow in it.

Anonymous said...

I read a story like this and i really ponder whether or not mankind should be allowed to survive.

When will this money worshipping death cult society ever realize how sick and evil we've become.

The following article comes from www.michaelsavage.com and it's a real horror story.

Man is an evil creature and there's no limit to his greed and selfishness.

God should just "Bring it all down" and then we'll live in the way that John Lennon and those like him wanted us to live; close to the land and close to nature and to have an appreciation of the world in which we live, free from the money worshipping scum that have cursed us with their greed and their technological nightmare world.

The story beings here.......

The babies who are murdered to order
By MATTHEW HILL

Last updated at 23:02pm on 15th December 2006

The plastic bag looks as if it contains meat. But then a right leg is taken from it and placed surgically on the morgue table, followed by the left one. Then the torso. The head follows, a gaping cavity where the brain used to be.

But it is only when the gloved hand of the pathologist examines the tiny fingers of a baby aged about 30 weeks that the full horror of what I am witnessing sinks in.

This shocking scene was captured on video at post-mortem examinations carried out on behalf of Ukrainian mothers who claim their babies were stolen from them at birth.

The film was shown to me by an incredibly brave charity worker called Tatyana Zhakarova, who represents up to 300 families who believe their healthy babies were deliberately targeted at a maternity hospital in the Ukraine's most easterly city of Kharkiv.

The babies, believes Tatyana, were taken at birth to have their organs and stem cells harvested as part of a sickening but highly lucrative international trade.

Certainly, the Ukraine has become the main supplier of the global stem cell trade.

Officially, the cells are taken from aborted foetuses with the mothers' consent, but according to Tatyana, there could also be hundreds of babies stolen to order, to feed demand for stem cells from around the world.

Can she be right? Alarmed by her claims, I decided to launch my own investigations for a special BBC report, to be broadcast tomorrow.

My inquiries took me around the world, from a private clinic in the Caribbean to the desolate back streets of the Ukraine. What I uncovered is a disturbing tale involving claims of murder, conspiracy . . . and a sickening new beauty treatment.

The first hint I had of these allegations arose months ago during a conversation with one of the UK's foremost experts on stem cell research.

Dr Stephen Minger, from Kings College, London, is a distinguished medical researcher who believes stem cells hold the key to finding a cure for some of our major diseases.

These tiny cells, which first divide within an embryo, have the ability to transform themselves into any type of tissue. But it's their potential as a future treatment for conditions such as muscular dystrophy and Parkinson's disease that really excites Dr Minger.

He is one of many reputable experts who fear their research into this field is being given a bad name by companies making a fast buck out of untested stem cell therapies.

Dr Minger told me he found out about the trade in stem cells from aborted Ukrainian foetuses two years ago, when he was invited to meet doctors from a controversial clinic in Barbados. called the Institute For Regenerative Medicine (IRM), the firm wanted Dr Minger to lend his endorsement to its therapies.

The firm's website boasts IRM is "dedicated to excellence in stem cell therapy for the remediation of diseases resulting from tissue damage and/or the effects of aging". But its claims are treated with scepticism by experts.

The clinic's method of treatment involves injecting patients with stem cells taken from babies aborted between seven and ten weeks old.

It is a technique, says Dr Minger, that has no credible research to back it up, and that raises disturbing questions about how the cells have been 'harvested'.

"The problem is, I am not sure how the cells are prepared," he says. "A six-week-old embryo can be just 1cm from head to foot, so it's difficult to dissect tissue from it. They may just homogenise the whole embryo." That's a polite way of saying that the aborted babies could have been liquidised.

Dr Minger was especially troubled that as well as offering unproven therapy to patients with degenerative diseases - at up to £10,000 a time - the clinic was running a lucrative sideline in offering stem cell treatments to reverse the effects of ageing.

The firm boasts that such treatment can lead to everything from improved fitness and a better sex life to greater mental capacity and enhanced sleep patterns.

"I find it very distasteful that they are used for beauty treatments," says Dr Minger. "As far as I can tell from what's been published, a lot of people go to this clinic in Barbados feeling a bit run down, or that their skin has just lost some elasticity, and they are getting 'smoothies' or perk-me-ups."

The stem cells used in these techniques are bought by IRM from the Ukraine. They are said to be taken from aborted foetuses, with the mothers' consent. But could there be a link with the Ukrainian mothers who believe their babies were deliberately taken from them?

I travelled to Barbados to speak to one of IRM's senior doctors, Shami Ramesh.

Initially, I feared my journey was in vain. As I approached the 170-year-old colonial building where the clinic is based, I found the gates were padlocked - I was told by Dr Ramesh that I would have to come back in January.

But eventually I managed to persuade him to come to my hotel, where he said he could show me evidence of two studies that proved the treatments work.

This "proof" turned out to be one study of a single patient with motor neurone disease and another of eight cardiac patients. The numbers were too small for proper analysis and the data had not been published in any reputable peer-reviewed journal.

But Dr Ramesh's faith in the treatment was striking. "Foetal stem cells work," he said. "If patients were not getting value for money they would not be coming back to us for second and third infusions."

Then our conversation turned to the main part of my inquiry: how could he be certain the stem cells the clinic was using had indeed come only from aborted foetuses in the Ukraine - a country where there's very little regulation over issues like consent from donors.

Was it possible that the cells had, in fact, been harvested from fullterm babies without any consent from the parents?

Dr Ramesh denied any knowledge of babies being sacrificed for stem cells. He said he had faith in the Institute of Cryobiology in Kharkiv, the source of the stem cells used by the Barbados clinic, but added that "maybe in the future we will go and check it out".

I decided to travel to the Ukraine myself to see what sort of guarantee the Institute could offer about the source of its stem cells.

Once there, I made several attempts to interview the head of the Institute, Dr Valentin Greshenko, to put my concerns to him, but he refused. So my inquiries took me instead to Maternity Hospital Number Six, which stands in what my translator told me nervously was the "criminal area" of Kharkiv.

It was at this hospital, in 2002, that a young woman called Svetlana Plusikova gave birth to a baby girl. The 26-year-old agreed to meet me in a derelict fairground nearby, set in a leafless forest. She was too scared for me to come to her workplace.

Svetlana told me that after a relatively straightforward pregnancy, she gave birth without any complication. "It happened very, very quickly - the doctors didn't say anything."

It was only much later that she was informed the child had been stillborn. "They told me my child had already been dead inside me for five months."

Svetlana was unconvinced. Surely if her baby had been dead for so long, she would have suffered a miscarriage. And why was the dead infant not shown to her? It had been whisked away so quickly she didn't even have a chance to hear if it cried.

She has her own theories as to what happened. "I think she was stolen. If she was dead I should have been allowed to see her. I think a lot of young mothers like me lost their children, but right now nobody turns to the police."

Certainly, Svetlana is not alone in her suspicions. I met Dimitry and Olena Stulnev in their two-room flat nearby. I arrived during a power cut and started to interview them by candlelight. There, with tears running down her face, Olena told me about her own experience in Maternity Hospital Number Six.

"I gave birth to a healthy girl," Olena told me. "She was crying and moving her hands and legs. I was shown the baby. After that the girl was taken away. They told me everything was OK and I could see her the next day."

But that never happened. Olena was told the following day that her baby had died. But when she asked what had caused the death, the answers were inconsistent. "They told me three stories. One, she didn't have enough air to breathe; two, the lungs didn't open; and three, that her heart failed."

The couple tried in vain to find out what really happened, but the more they investigated, the firmer the doors were shut in their faces.

So she contacted a charity campaigner named Tatyana Zhakarova, from the Federation Of Families With Many Children, who took up the case on her behalf.

Tatyana discovered many more infants had died at the hospital in similarly odd circumstances. And after intensive lobbying, the authorities eventually agreed to have the tiny bodies of around 30 babies exhumed and examined.

Tatyana showed me the video she had been allowed to record of the post-mortem examinations that followed. The gruesome film shows the carcasses of babies, some of whom were full-term, with their organs and brains missing. Neurones in infants' brain are a rich source of stem cells.

Another body shown in the video is so badly dismembered it has to be put together piece by piece, like a jigsaw. Dismemberment is not standard autopsy practice and could, according to experts, indicate stem cells were harvested from bone marrow.

The post-mortem examination conclusions were profoundly disturbing. But Tatyana is now living in fear that the authorities are trying to silence her.

Her 20-year-old son went missing in October in mysterious circumstances, and she fears he may have been killed in revenge for her campaign to uncover the truth.


The Ukrainian authorities deny any conspiracy and refute claims that there is a trade in stem cells taken from stolen babies.


However, alarmed by the whole stem cell issue, the Council Of Europe is now carrying out its own investigation into the Ukrainian mothers' claims.

The Council's interim report talks of a "culture of trafficking of children snatched at birth and a wall of silence from hospital staff upwards over their fate".

As part of the second stage of the inquiry, the council will no doubt want to talk in detail to staff at Maternity Hospital Number Six. But whether they will get any answers is another matter - as I discovered when I tried to speak to the hospital authorities myself.

It was a grim scene. As I waited for hours at Maternity Hospital Number Six, heavily pregnant women in maternity smocks wandered past me in its dark corridors, along with the occasional elderly midwife.

Paint was peeling off the walls and there was a strong smell of antiseptic. Eventually, I was granted five minutes with the chief doctor, Larysa Nazarenko.

She was visibly uncomfortable as I set up my camera - her eyelids blinking rapidly as she stood behind her desk. "The children are not lost," she told me. "They are not stolen - that's just somebody else's illusion."

Who, she asked, had put these ideas in this young mother's head?

"It's about money," I said, "about stem cells. About Westerners paying a lot of money for stem cells from babies. And claims that cells from their brains are taken for treatment by various organisations."

"There is no such therapy," she said. "No work in this hospital is connected with the use of cells. This is the wrong address. I deny everything." Then I was ordered to leave.

Dr Nazarenko may have to spare more time to speak to Council Of Europe officials in February, when they will return to Kharkiv to continue their investigation.

The wall of silence is crumbling. And it may yet reveal a very ugly side to the global beauty business.

Anonymous said...

I know, I'm not Wolfman Jack, but I want to whistle out a little dedication to Leslie.

This video is pure nostalgia and it comes from the greatest musical group in the history of man :-)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wWtaEwEhM1I

Anonymous said...

One more ..... If only because i'm in a Beatles Mood tonight :-)

Another one for Leslie.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dpns-QspX04

I'll see if i can dig up a down on the farm tune for the Gypsy woman.

Anonymous said...

This is more Gypsy's speed:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRxArCm6P88

You can almost visualize her carrying shorty's body down to the the makeshift grave that would be his new home until Steve Grogan traded the information for a parole.

Very touching.

Anonymous said...

Here's another hip tune that should bring back some memories for the big time revolutionary gypsy chick:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gf-Q2rDd6Tw

You're lucky those cops you were shooting at weren't from the NYPD or you'd be walking on crutches today sweetie.

Anonymous said...

Tex Watson training film:

** NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH **
** Very Graphic **

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAojqkS3vJg

The thing that gets me here is that the 3 guys are actually smiling through the whole thing.

They make Tex Watson look like an amateur.

Anonymous said...

This must be that great post that helter is referring to:

>>>RichSpeck said...
I would pump Atkins. Oh yeah. With a toy gun to my head. <<<


That blog looks like a bullet ridden corpse.

Actually, if you read into that post that Richspeck left, what he's trying to tell you is that he's sprained his wrist once to many times and he needs to take a break from that for a while.

Anonymous said...

A public service message for all of the haters out there who can't find forgiveness in their hearts.

Jesus Christ forgave those who crucified him. It wasn't in his nature to hate, but only to forgive.

Look at your own reflection and see what's within you.

The date of this video is significant, especially to the Gypsy woman.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4U1LMiIljc

Anonymous said...

This video was from one of their earlier songs released on Capital Records.

You just don't hear stuff like this today. It was a different time; a different world.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=to33jCATC2s

The lyrics are simple but the message is deep.

Anonymous said...

The song is good, but i was never that crazy about their Sgt Pepper Album. It almost seems like they were getting away from what they were all about.

They got back on track with the "Abbey Road" and "Let It Be albums"

The "Yellow Submarine" album was another one that kind of left me scratching my head. It's almost as if they started getting comercialized in their style.

This video is nice and the song is something very special. It's just another one that reminds me of Leslie.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtBVF1D-QN8

This is the kind of thing that i think gives the Beatles that signature sound.

Anonymous said...

Savage Disciple said...

"I read a story like this and i really ponder whether or not mankind should be allowed to survive."

Your total pomposity is appalling. Who in their right mind would ponder this.

Lol...like you even matter you moron.

Meaty

Anonymous said...

Leslie, oddly enough, likes the blues. She's into Stevie Ray Vaughn and Dr. John, but she still likes Donovan and Bob Dylan.

I read something about Buffalo Sprigfield, but i think you're thinking of Catherine Gillies.

As for the Meathead, some humans haven't fully evolved mentally and intellectually and it shows in their behavior.

It's alot easier for a civilized man to act like a buffoon than it is for a buffoon to act like a civilized man.

With the Meathead, what you see is what you get.

Anonymous said...

Meatwad Said:
>>Your total pomposity is appalling. Who in their right mind would ponder this. <<

Usually men of intelligence who are deep thinkers. The same kind of man who came to believe that the world wasn't flat when everyone else believed it was because that's what they were told.

There was a time when man believed that the earth was the center of the universe and that everything revolved around the earth .... and then a man named Capernicus came along and proved otherwise.

Meathead, use your mind and unlock the mysteries of life and come to a higher understanding of the world around you.

Sandra Good once said that we are all keys ......... Think about that.

Use your mind instead of your mouth.

Anonymous said...

"Savage Disciple said...


Meatwad Said:
>>Your total pomposity is appalling. Who in their right mind would ponder this. <<

Usually men of intelligence who are deep thinkers. The same kind of man who came to believe that the world wasn't flat when everyone else believed it was because that's what they were told.

There was a time when man believed that the earth was the center of the universe and that everything revolved around the earth .... and then a man named Capernicus came along and proved otherwise.

Meathead, use your mind and unlock the mysteries of life and come to a higher understanding of the world around you.

Sandra Good once said that we are all keys ......... Think about that.

Use your mind instead of your mouth."

You are an idiot...you paid 22k for a Ford Taurus"....a 9k automobile.

End of discussion.

Meaty

Anonymous said...

Explain something to me Meathead.

How can house prices be so expensive in Southern California when you're living near a major fault line and you run a very high risk of property damage due to even minor earth tremors?

I used to think that the house prices in New York were obscene but it's even worse in Southern California.

I didn't pay 22K for the Ford by the way. I got it much cheaper.

Anonymous said...

Salem said...
YOU are the moron Meaty , anyone that makes fun of someone that has been molested is a total JERK!
Your mother should have spit you out on the wall.( or swallowed.)
go back and play with yourself.
YOU DIPSHIT!

4:20 PM, December 18, 2006

Are these words from the mouth of someone who calls herself a lady? A Southern Belle? What a phoney...

Anonymous said...

Slave to Savage said,

"I didn't pay 22K for the Ford by the way. I got it much cheaper"

No kidding. Maybe the tax dept in NY would like to know that.

Meaty

Anonymous said...

Meathead,

Are you trying to use Manson's "No Sense Makes Sense" doctrine?

You're like a 3 year old, everything that comes out of your mouth makes no sense and nobody seems to understand you.

What does the IRS have to do with me buying a car back in 2003?

You're making yourself look more and more foolish in front of the intelligent minded individuals who may be lurking but not posting :-)

Anonymous said...

Records show you paid 22k.

Meaty

Anonymous said...

I have no idea what you're looking at but the car i bought was "Pre-Owned".

I didn't pay $22k

Also, i hope you're not doing anything illegal :-)

I'd hate to have to prosecute. You haven't learned your lesson with Identity theft, have you?

It's like Robert Blake once said in his role as Beretta ..... Don't do the crime if you can't do the time ..... and keep your eye on the sparrow :-)

Anonymous said...

Slave...

want me to download the files here?

Meaty

Anonymous said...

I have no idea what you're looking at Meathead or how you got what you claim to have but I warn you that there's a limit to everything.

Don't push it.

Just Sayin' :-)

Anonymous said...

Savage Disciple said...


"I have no idea what you're looking at Meathead or how you got what you claim to have but I warn you that there's a limit to everything.

Don't push it."

Asswipe...I'll push it as far as i want to.

Git your house in order.

Meaty

Just Sayin' :-)

Anonymous said...

Slave and Salaam...you goofballs have stepped over the line.

Watch for a happy new years.

Meaty

Anonymous said...

Meathead,

Get over yourself. They have medication that clears freckles and helps people with personality disorders.

Your behavior is something i'd expect to see in an 8th grade Intermediate school.

You sit there and call Salem a 'Hick'?

That's your whole deal .... name calling.

GROW UP ........ Maybe it's about time you did that. Think about that.

Anonymous said...

Salem ..... I think you and I should stop posting on this blog until the Col institutes a "REGISTRATION" policy.

Lets face it, if you and Stop posting, his blog is officially dead.

That may be the only way to reign in the Meathead.

Anonymous said...

Col ..... I think its about time that you did something with the blog.

The kid stuff is getting old and the mentality around here is beginning to turn people off.

You can register members and you'll have the ability to "Boot" the troublemakers.

I can't post here if people are going to start harassing others ... thats where i draw the line.

Anonymous said...

1969cielodrive said...
Excuse me but I beg to differ that you and Salem ARE this blog.
Between the two of you -- mostly Salem --, every good poster has been run off.
Maybe without you two, the blog will be as great as it once was, before you both came along.
I've seen you both say on man1969cielodrive said...
Let's bring back the real contributers of this blog. The ones who didn't hijack threads to plug their own favorite murderer. The ones who didn't post links on how to hack, then bitch when they get hacked.
The ones who don't pretend to know Charlie.
The ones who didn't ruin the blog with post after post after post of youtube links about things that have nothing to do with the subject.
Let's bring back Monk, DOK, 60skid, Catscradle, 4Sharon, Heaven, Shelby, Deb, Pristash, Yupyup.
THEY made the blog what was. You and Salem ruined it.

LET THIS MESSAGE BE POSTED AT AT THE END OF EVERY THREAD!!!!

Meaty

This used to be a really good blog...until Salem and Savage camped out here.

THEY...Salem and Savage..need to find something else to do.

Meaty

Anonymous said...

Meaty said:
>>THEY...Salem and Savage..need to find something else to do.<<

Meaty, do you know what? I actually agree with you. There's a first time for everything.

I think i'll just say farewell to all ..... the blog was a nice idea, but the infighting is just way too much.

I think Mark Turner has the right idea, put out a great site and don't open up a pandora's box by creating a message board.

Salem, it's been fun, but I think i'm going to move on. If the others members here have an issue with the feel of what's going on here then maybe they're right.

There were a few people here i actually enjoyed chatting with. Heaven was one, Monk was another even though we never agreed on one particular subject. Even the 60skid was a good egg even though her and i are like fire and water.

Colscott, I salute you even though i sometimes think you're an oddball, but you seem like a decent chap at heart.

I actually agree with Meaty on this one. Miracles do happen.

If Salem and I are the cause of the defections, then i'll step aside and allow the others to return if that's what they want.

I didn't realize that people were staying away because of my own personal feelings but, since that appears to be the case, then out of respect for the Col i'll say my goodbyes.

Peace and Love to all!!!!!

Anonymous said...

1969,

What you said makes sense and you're right. People need to feel as if they're respected by others.

Heaven I had always had alot of respect for because i sensed that she's a woman that had to carry a very heavy burdon in life and I know she's been through alot. She and I had some interesting exchanges but, if she's staying away from here because of me, then I'll be the one to move on. I respect her enough to do that.

Any name calling that was done by anyone here i'd like to think was done in fun and wasn't meant to be personal in nature. As for me, i don't usually make a habit of attacking someone unless someone attacks me first. I may not agree with something that was said but i haven't made a habit of getting personal with anyone.

60skid and I got pretty heated but i've said many times that i have nothing against her and that she's entitled to feel the way she does. 60skid and will always agree to disagree and that's pretty much how we'll have to leave things.

I can respect your views 1969 because you seem to be sincere in what you're saying. Sometimes when people get very passionate about something, they tend to come across too strong.

As for me, I enjoyed the blog. It was different and it was fun, but I think things are starting to get a bad feel to them and if people here seem to think that one or two posters have driven away the feeling of being able to participate, then i agree with what Meaty said and think that maybe its time to move on.

I'll leave it at that but, just so you know, i did respect what you guys and gals had to say. Even you Meaty although i have to admit that I like the Lurch picture alot better :-) That's more of what i pictured you to be :-)

Anyway .... my final post.

Hopefully the Col will get his blog back. Was always a good read.

Peace!!!

Heaven said...

Hiya Savage,

I just wanted to pop in and let you know that you didn't "run me off" lol.........

The reason I stopped posting was because I got sick of all the ID hijacking... Unless you were willing to click on every single ID, you never knew who you were talking too...

I also got sick of all the fighting and arguing (not with you).. Just in general...
We're all here to learn about the case and possibly add a fresh perspective. Not fight and rip each other apart...

While I may not post much anymore, I do still read the entries. I still see all the old hijacking going on...

Someone even took my ID a few topics back and the Col was kind enough to delete it for me...
I'm not even posting anymore and they're still stealing my ID..

I'll never understand why people can't make their point without pretending they're someone else...

Anyway, have a great Christmas and please, don't let me be the reason you don't post. I didn't leave here because of you..
Unless of course, you're the one stealing my ID LOL

I may not always have agreed with what you said, but I do admire your passion for your convictions. You aren't afraid to put yourself out there and stand up for what you believe in. That's an admirable quality...

Take care everyone.. And Monk, if you're around, lurking in the shadows, please email me...

Have a great Christmas all. Cherish your loved ones this year and be thankful you all have one another. Losing my mother has taught me that life is a gift, and no one is guaranteed tomorrow....

=)

Heaven


PS.. In case anyone hijacks my ID again.. Just look at how many views I've received. Anyone with less than 912, isn't me...

Sad that we have to confirm each other identity that way...
I hope that someday the Col will set this blog up so the ID hijacking will stop. Then and only then, will I be returning.

ColScott said...

Savage/Heaven

I would gladly set up the blog to cut this shit out. I admit my limitations- I don't know how. Can you email me how to do this?

Heaven said...

Col,

I sent you an email.

I thank you for changing your blog so we can stop all the ID hijacking..

=)

Heaven

Heaven said...

UGH!

The cold war continues..

Christmas is supposed to a happy season and all this hate is killing my buzz lol

=)

Heaven

Heaven said...

Thanks SS.. I appreciate it...

=)

Jean Harlow said...

Thanks for the compliment, 1969cielodrive! I have one comment though... you forgot Dok!

I still read the blog but there usually isn't a lot to comment on lately.

I agree with Heaven when she said cherish your loved ones... so Happy Holidays and I look forward to continuing to blog with you guys in the new year... Colonel this site rocks most of the time and I have learned a lot...

Deb

PS... Colonel why didn't you comment on Tex Watson parole refusal... I mean I guess it was a given but still

Anonymous said...

jmho
and who is candy gramma?

11:59 AM, December 19, 2006


Still the jerk she is that salem. It's candygrammer. cg is candygramma. candygrammer is a name col scott always used when he would be referring to cg.

Anonymous said...

Heaven said,

"Have a great Christmas all. Cherish your loved ones this year and be thankful you all have one another. Losing my mother has taught me that life is a gift, and no one is guaranteed tomorrow....

=)"

How many time you gonna post about your mother?

That shit is getting old. How long are people supposed to give you condolenses?

My take is you never gave a shit about your mom and now you want to over compensate by this phony display of loss.

Meaty

Heaven

Anonymous said...

Heck, I forgot the

:)

Heaven said...

meatwad said...
How many time you gonna post about your mother?

That shit is getting old. How long are people supposed to give you condolenses?

My take is you never gave a shit about your mom and now you want to over compensate by this phony display of loss.

Meaty

You know Poche, you are really a shitty person. You have absolutely no class what so ever.

Maybe I should post the shitty emails you sent me right after my mother died with all these same nasty comments..
What kind of lowlife contacts someone right after they lose their mother to say they're only looking for sympathy and pity?

My relationship with my mother isn't any business of yours. You are the lowest form of life..

You have stalked me and harassed me in every way you possible can. Chasing me around the web to laugh about the fact that I was molested. The thought of a of a child being raped turns you on. You are very sick and twisted.

You have spent the last few days trying desperately to get into KTS, where I have denied you each time. Please spare me the it's-not-me bullshit because I have logged your IP address.

You are a nothing, a disgusting pervert who probably spends his days harvesting pictures of kiddy porn to hang on your walls to give you something to whack off too.

Guys like you should be locked in a cage.

You sicken me.

For as long as you are allowed to troll this blog, I will keep my distance.

Anonymous said...

Heaven...

I fergot again....

:)

By the way...you are the one that made all that crap public.

Wallow in it.

Heaven said...

meatwad said...
Heaven said,

"For as long as you are allowed to troll this blog, I will keep my distance."

You phony bitch.

Why dont you start by not posting.


Oh trust me, my days of posting here are over. Until of course the day comes that the Col removes you.

meatwad said...
Heaven...

I fergot again....

:)

By the way...you are the one that made all that crap public.

Wallow in it.


So you feel that gives you the right to stalk and harass me over and over again? To send me emails after I've told you to stop? To follow me from message board to message board even trying to force your way into KTS when you know you're not wanted in there?

To go to other board and make announcements about my personal business? To send me messages asking if I was raped vaginally or anally? Sex with a baby turns you on that much?

You are seriously disturbed and I fear for the safety of any small children living in your area. You are a predator just waiting to strike. You are beyond sick.
I'll make this my last post so you can have the last word. I'm sure it'll be something disgusting. It always is.

Anonymous said...

"helterskelter_aug_1969 said...

This blog has gone completely downhill. Col Scott, if you're around please get rid of this Meatwad person. What he's saying goes well beyond just trolling. Poche is finally showing his face."

And you should quit hiding in colscott's skirt.

Are you Heaven's son?

Are you Heaven?

You always seem to come out of the woodwork when she shows up.

You are of the same ilk..piece of trash...criminal record....druggie...lowlife.

Meaty

Anonymous said...

Excuse me for butting in here but I was with Heaven two days after her mother died. Meatwad has no idea what he's talking about. As for her mothers belongings and money, not only is that none of your business, it's not even true.
Leave Heaven alone about her mother. She's been through more than enough.

Anonymous said...

"FreeCharlieNow said...

Excuse me for butting in here but I was with Heaven two days after her mother died. Meatwad has no idea what he's talking about. As for her mothers belongings and money, not only is that none of your business, it's not even true.
Leave Heaven alone about her mother. She's been through more than enough. "

Oh here we go...another Heaven visage.

Quit posting Heaven if you don't want to be put on the spot.

See? She likes the attention.

Meaty

Heaven said...

SS, Helter and FCN, just don't even bother. He's not worth your time... All he's doing now is making crap up as he goes along...

Just stay away from here until the Col changes things so Poche can no longer post..

Once he's gone, the blog will be garbage free again.

Just come over to KTS and ignore him. His trash talk just shows everyone his true agenda...

Anonymous said...

goddammit..i forgot the...

:)

Anonymous said...

" Heaven said...
SS, Helter and FCN, just don't even bother. He's not worth your time... All he's doing now is making crap up as he goes along...

Just stay away from here until the Col changes things so Poche can no longer post..

Once he's gone, the blog will be garbage free again.

Just come over to KTS and ignore him. His trash talk just shows everyone his true agenda... "

Is this the LAST post?

Prolly not....lol.

You attention whore.

Meaty

:)

Anonymous said...

Got it that time, Hon.

Meaty

:)

Anonymous said...

Heaven said,

"Just come over to KTS and ignore him."

Yeah..go back to your hole. Where everybody agrees with your yenta.

Rubber boned idiots.

Have a nice day.

Meaty

:)

Anonymous said...

"1969cielodrive said...

In catching up on all the posts I can't believe the terrible things I'm reading. This is horrible. So much for good will toward others. I have never seen such hurtful remarks made to someone who has just suffered a terrible loss. How cruel. Count me out of this blog to. Col Scott this is just aweful"

Here's another Heaven KTS clone that should go back to the hole.

"terrible loss"...well if its so GODDAMN TERRIBLE why post it non stop on a blog.

I'll tell you why. Heaven is sucking the life out of us. Panderous mistreatment of her poor mom to make herself feel better.

Why didnt she take care of her mom when whe was alive?

SHE WAS SELFISH!!!!!

Now she wants us to feel the shame.

Not me, thank you very much.

Meaty

:)

Anonymous said...

I'm with you 1969Cielo, this blog harbors the sickest of society in Meatwad. He can have this place.

Anonymous said...

"freeCharlieNow said...

I'm with you 1969Cielo, this blog harbors the sickest of society in Meatwad. He can have this place.

4:34 PM, December "

Well, then go. You need an invitation?

Dont let the door hit your ass.

Meaty

:)

Anonymous said...

These are the most deprived things I have seen in print in a long time. Meatwad, you should be ashamed of yourself. Even if you strongly dislike a person, it gives you no right to say and do the things you have done. You should be the one escorted out. This blog does not belong to you so you have no authority of who stays and who goes. I would be willing to place bets for any amount of money that Col Scott would rather have Heaven here than you. I'd also be willing to bet that he won't take too kindly to the things you have said to her here tonight. This blog is not your personal forum to spew forth the venom that you've been doing. You are just a mere guest here, and not a very welcomed one at that. You are the only piece of trash around here who seeks attention. Your response will mean nothing to me. Heaven is a far more superior person than you will ever hope to be.

Dok said...
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Dok said...

Meaty, leave Heaven alone. What kind of person attacks another person based on their misfortunes?

Savage, don't leave this blog. You are an intelligent person with thought out opinions, sometimes long winded, but well thought out.

Happy holidays to all, be kind and be appreciative of what you have.

Anonymous said...

As someone who lived right through the Apollo - TLB - Woodstock period I thought this blog would be of interest. Indeed, the blog itself is, but not this thread (if it can be called a thread).

I can only guess that the immaturity of those posting these childish inanities indicates that they were not around in 1969, when so many dreams ended in disillusionment. Maybe it's what passes for dialogue today?

And maybe Col. Scott can find the way to limit access - and good luck to him, he deserves it for the good work he has done here.

But if comments like this are allowed to proliferate further it is unlikely that anyone with anything worthwhile to share will want to stay around long enough to do so.

Beam me out, Scotty

Dok said...

I live in San Diego and know where that address is.

ColScott said...

Dale/Meatwad

I have been contacted by your local police. They are contacting Google. Nothing can be erased.

Bye bye.

Heaven said...

Col, It's so wonderful to see you again!!

=)

Heaven said...

Maybe it disappeared cause he got scared and deleted his account...

*snicker*