Friday, August 31, 2007

Two Years Kinda Sucks


Manson family killer denied parole in California

Fri Aug 31, 2007 9:02AM EDT

LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - A former follower of serial killer Charles Manson has been denied parole for the 18th time for the 1969 slayings of Los Angeles couple Leno and Rosemary LaBianca, officials said on Thursday.

Leslie Van Houten, 58, was told to try again in two years, following a parole board panel meeting at the California Institute for Women in Corona, Calif., 37 miles east of Los Angeles. She was last turned down in 2006.

The former high school cheerleader was convicted of murder and conspiracy for participating with Charles "Tex" Watson and Patricia Krenwinkel in the slayings of the LaBiancas in the couple's suburban Los Angeles home. She was 19 at the time of the murders.

Van Houten and fellow members of the so-called Manson "family" were sentenced to death in 1971, but the penalties were commuted to life imprisonment with the possibility of parole the following year, after the California State Supreme Court voted to abolish the death penalty.

Van Houten said at her 2004 parole hearing that she stabbed Rosemary LaBianca 14 to 16 times after the woman had already been stabbed by Watson and Krenwinkel. She did not participate in the Manson family's slayings of pregnant actress Sharon Tate and four others the night before.

Manson, 72, was denied parole for another five years in May.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Aftermath


What was the result of our countdown?

Grief beyond imagining.

That's the gorgeous Patti with Mom in the photo.










(fyi, this photo and two others like it were removed by ebay overnight. I wonder if Debra falsely asserted some claim. Hey, Debra, here's the photo.)

Monday, August 13, 2007

We are Holding Him for questioning

In case you missed this, this is great primary footage from the day of Tate's murder.




Don't blink and miss Noguchi.

Friday, August 10, 2007

August 10- Our Countdown Finishes


Because this night is much much easier to get a handle on, the Col feels that the good students will focus on this night and figure out what the hell was going on here. If we can do that, there is a chance to link everything together. I hope.

Our Cast

Leno Labianca- Grocer, alleged mafioso, neighbor of Harold True, owned a little black book, maybe killed because of his money or because of owing money. Brutal death. But was he the target?

Rosemary LaBianca- we hear about Leno's first wife (boy do we ever) but never Rosemary's first husband. Is that significant? Killed by Katie and Leslie, quite horribly in her own home. She left a large estate. Is that the motive?

Suzan Struthers- bitch "forgave" the psycho who killed her mom and step dad, Christian Tex. Is this because she wanted them dead? She ran with biker Joe Dornan. Connection? How about brother Frank- Col never hears what happened to him.

Linda Kasabian- this is why I am so stressed out that the bitch didn't get the same sentencing. The very next night, hell, not even 24 hours later, Linda DROVE the car KNOWING THAT MURDERS WERE GONNA LIKELY HAPPEN. How do you walk away scott free from that shit? She never ever calls anyone. Never drops a dime till the case is blown wide open. Fuck her. Worse, she knows Harold True it seems quite well. What is that shit. Then she saves the guy in Venice- uh huh.

Patricia Krenwinkel- craziest bitch that ever walked the planet. She had already proven that she could kill for fun. She fucking loved it. Tex could count on Miss Low Self Esteem.

Leslie Van Houten- for a change I am not going to goad that Jimmy guy, at least not on purpose. I don't think she clearly knows what is gonna happen. I think she's caught up in a weird daydream about freeing Bobby. I think she has low self esteem, yes. I think she has issues and is probably a very angry chick. I think it could have just as easily been Sadie, with Leslie getting the free ride to Venice. I think someone felt that Bobby's girl needed to get her hands dirty just to protect themselves in some weird way, maybe against testimony. Maybe Charlie, I am not sure. But once inside, definitely Tex makes her get her hands dirty. Now of course, I think she liked it. That is a lot of stab wounds. Either way, that half hour constituted throwing her whole life away.

Tex Watson- If we can ever find the connection between Tex and Leno or Tex and Voytek or Leno and Voytek with maybe Crowe somewhere in the middle, we solve this whole mysterious case. The Col believes Tex is the key to everything. He either was killing on orders, which I don't buy, from Charlie, or he was killing for other reasons. Personal ones. Why Tex? We want to know.

Charlie Manson- I don't think he even believed Tate was gonna happen. I think he thought Voytek might get whupped and Abigail dropped in the pool if she was there. The other three were not expected to be there. That is a LOT of unexpected carnage. The next night, knows that Tex is gonna kill again ( work with me here, it fits the facts ) Charlie comes along to make sure that A- there isn't a bunch of unexpected people around B- there isn't a lot of yelling and screaming. And again, I don't know, but maybe he isn't expecting killing. I mean who in the whole group expected Texas Boy to be a secret homicidal maniac? Whatever happens, Charlie is fucking miles away when the LaBiancas are slaughtered.


---> There is a lot to think about. One day the missing link will be found. NINE people remain dead, of which, at most TWO had reasons to be killed. Funnily enough, MOST of the killers, convicted and not, remain alive. Food for thought.

[Many readers write in that I screwed up the White Rambler which was actually Steven's. Yes. I did. Sorry. The killers used Swartz' yellow 1959 Ford. Somebody else pointed up that I played a little fast and loose with the dates when shit happened at 12 in the morning. Probably. Don't care. In any case, 38 years of Bugliosi lies is a long time.]

Thursday, August 09, 2007

August 10- Our Countdown Finishes



Because this night is much much easier to get a handle on, the Col feels that the good students will focus on this night and figure out what the hell was going on here. If we can do that, there is a chance to link everything together. I hope.

Our Cast

Leno Labianca- Grocer, alleged mafioso, neighbor of Harold True, owned a little black book, maybe killed because of his money or because of owing money. Brutal death. But was he the target?

Rosemary LaBianca- we hear about Leno's first wife (boy do we ever) but never Rosemary's first husband. Is that significant? Killed by Katie and Leslie, quite horribly in her own home. She left a large estate. Is that the motive?

Suzan Struthers- bitch "forgave" the psycho who killed her mom and step dad, Christian Tex. Is this because she wanted them dead? She ran with biker Joe Dornan. Connection? How about brother Frank- Col never hears what happened to him.

Linda Kasabian- this is why I am so stressed out that the bitch didn't get the same sentencing. The very next night, hell, not even 24 hours later, Linda DROVE the car KNOWING THAT MURDERS WERE GONNA LIKELY HAPPEN. How do you walk away scott free from that shit? She never ever calls anyone. Never drops a dime till the case is blown wide open. Fuck her. Worse, she knows Harold True it seems quite well. What is that shit. Then she saves the guy in Venice- uh huh.

Patricia Krenwinkel- craziest bitch that ever walked the planet. She had already proven that she could kill for fun. She fucking loved it. Tex could count on Miss Low Self Esteem.

Leslie Van Houten- for a change I am not going to goad that Jimmy guy, at least not on purpose. I don't think she clearly knows what is gonna happen. I think she's caught up in a weird daydream about freeing Bobby. I think she has low self esteem, yes. I think she has issues and is probably a very angry chick. I think it could have just as easily been Sadie, with Leslie getting the free ride to Venice. I think someone felt that Bobby's girl needed to get her hands dirty just to protect themselves in some weird way, maybe against testimony. Maybe Charlie, I am not sure. But once inside, definitely Tex makes her get her hands dirty. Now of course, I think she liked it. That is a lot of stab wounds. Either way, that half hour constituted throwing her whole life away.

Tex Watson- If we can ever find the connection between Tex and Leno or Tex and Voytek or Leno and Voytek with maybe Crowe somewhere in the middle, we solve this whole mysterious case. The Col believes Tex is the key to everything. He either was killing on orders, which I don't buy, from Charlie, or he was killing for other reasons. Personal ones. Why Tex? We want to know.

Charlie Manson- I don't think he even believed Tate was gonna happen. I think he thought Voytek might get whupped and Abigail dropped in the pool if she was there. The other three were not expected to be there. That is a LOT of unexpected carnage. The next night, knows that Tex is gonna kill again ( work with me here, it fits the facts ) Charlie comes along to make sure that A- there isn't a bunch of unexpected people around B- there isn't a lot of yelling and screaming. And again, I don't know, but maybe he isn't expecting killing. I mean who in the whole group expected Texas Boy to be a secret homicidal maniac? Whatever happens, Charlie is fucking miles away when the LaBiancas are slaughtered.


---> There is a lot to think about. One day the missing link will be found. NINE people remain dead, of which, at most TWO had reasons to be killed. Funnily enough, MOST of the killers, convicted and not, remain alive. Food for thought.

[Many readers write in that I screwed up the White Rambler which was actually Steven's. Yes. I did. Sorry. The killers used Swartz' yellow 1959 Ford. Somebody else pointed up that I played a little fast and loose with the dates when shit happened at 12 in the morning. Probably. Don't care. In any case, 38 years of Bugliosi lies is a long time.]

August 9- After Midnight

...38 years ago tonight



I am the Devil and I've Come to do the Devil's Business.



I promise I won't tell I saw you.



Don't hit her like that!


YOU- wake the hell up.



Jesus Christ man, can't you see she's pregnant?



You two- in the middle. Where's your cash?




Sadie, please, make it stop!




Ow! My hand!




Listen for sounds.





Hi.



You have to have a lot of love in your heart to do this for people.




Someone's coming.


PLEASE I just want to have my baby.



I'm already dead...




Look, Bitch I don't have any mercy for you.



No! No! NO!





And then I took the bloody towel and with the towel I wrote PIG on the door.





There are no words. It was beyond words.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

August 8- Time Runs Out


While Jay does an expensive onset visit with George Peppard, D-Day has arrived.

38 years ago today.... and tonight...

Charlie and Stephanie return to Spahn. Many girls apparently express jealousy over Charlie's exclusivity.

Charlie learns that Bobby has been arrested. May lead cops to ranch. Girls talking about copycats.

Mary and Sandy fuck up at the Sears Roebuck and are arrested. News filters back to the ranch.

Based on NOTHING, the Col believes that Charlie tried to reach Melcher about some outstanding business today and got full on ignored.

If you believe Linda, Charlie told a group of them "Now is the time for Helter Skelter". But then this bitch was just trying to save her own ass.

Steven Parent calls Garrettson and arranges to come by, allegedly to sell an alarm clock, but more likely for a gay rendezvous. Bill obliges.

Sharon, Gibby, Jay and Voytek had their last meal at El Coyote in the back corner booth by the bathrooms. The place was much newer and nicer back then.

They got back to Cielo after 8. Drunk and loud.

Sometime after ten, Tex, Sadie, and Katie, with Linda driving, get into Jonny Swartz's white Rambler.

It was on!

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

August 7- Still No Indication of Future Slaughter


Well let's see- Charlie is in San Diego with Stephanie the new girl.

Bobby's been arrested but Charlie doesn't know it until tomorrow.

The chuckleheads in this picture start theorizing that maybe copycat murders with blood on the wall would prove that Bobby didn't do Hinman. Of course if it was all about copycats, they turned out to be the WORST EVER since no one linked anything together.

The ranch is still a bit commando- Lotsapoppa assumed dead, Hinman dead, Bobby in jail.

Garretson is taking care of the back house by getting stoned.

Steve Parent is so far away that being murdered at a movie star house isn't even a thought within a thought.

Life is so strange- at any point in the next day all this shit could be avoided if one thing broke the other way.

Monday, August 06, 2007

August 6- Party Or No Party


First off thanks to WestsideWalks for the Picture location.

We can use today to discuss two things.

Sharon is back at the dream house, fully ready to pop out Baby Paul. It is so freaking hot she spends most of the time in her underwear. Oh, and besides her friend Abigail's BF Voytek being around, Sharon's ex BF, the guy who never stopped loving her, Jay Sebring is hanging about. If you look at the famous roll of photos that AesNihil sells, which Bill Nelson stole from the cop who stole them from the Tate house (phew!), little Jay is hanging around in tight speedos. Now I know this was the sixties and people are liberated and shit, but really. Her EX BOYFRIEND is hanging around the house while her husband is in Europe. Fact is, Polanski is a cinema genius. One for the ages. He was also at that time (he appears to have gotten better) a shithead husband. I believe Roman was out, within weeks of becoming a dad. I don't know if Jay had a shot, but he wanted one that is obvious. Do I think they were up to shit? No. But it was only a matter of time. Time that, in three days, they would never get.

Let's also discuss the "parties" that were going on up there. I have personally met over FIVE people who really believe they were invited to a party up at Cielo the night of the slaughter. This is simple. NO they weren't. Anyone who tells you they were (including George Lazenby) are lying and have been lying for decades. Just nod your head and ignore them.

Anyway, two other major events today.

Charlie returned from Big Sur to Spahn with Stephanie. Charlie finds out that Bobby is staying at the Ranch with most of Hinman's property still on him....so he tells him to get out.

Also sometime early today Bobby Beausoleil, sleeping in the Fiat that belonged to Gary, is arrested for murder. He's still in jail for that 38 years later. But it is his arrest that clearly drives the next three days of madness.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

August 5- Esalen


38 Years ago today Charlie was NOT at the Ranch depicted below. (Great Photo) He was at Esalen Institute up in Big Sur. What is that?

The never accurate Wikipedia says :

Esalen Institute is a center in the United States for humanistic alternative education and a nonprofit organization devoted to multidisciplinary studies ordinarily neglected by traditional academia. Esalen offers more than 500 public workshops a year in addition to invitational conferences, residential work-study programs, research initiatives, and internships. Part think-tank for the emerging world culture, part college and lab for transformative practices, and part restorative retreat, Esalen is dedicated to exploring work in the humanities and sciences that furthers the full realization of what Aldous Huxley called the “human potential”.


Charlie was touring about with a large chested wench named Stephanie Schram. They'd actually get ticketed at one point for making love. All reports indicate that Charlie thought Stephanie was really something special.

When he does get back to the ranch, tomorrow time, things are not going too well.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

August 4- Not a Care in the World


Sharon is at home, dealing with being pregnant.

Rudi is away.

Garrettson is caretaking and toking.

Steve is just a student looking for cute boys.

Voytek dreams of making it like Roman did.

Abigail bleeds for oppressed minorities, and some better weed.

Jay has a head or two to take care of.

Rosemary and Leno are away on vacation.

Roman is prepping THE DAY OF THE DOLPHIN.

The Sixties are in full swing.

Everything is groovy, 38 years ago.

Friday, August 03, 2007

August 3- Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch


Of course, 38 years ago today shit back at Spahn's was crazy time. I mean Lotsapoppa was shot, presumed dead, Gary was dead and had been found. Cops were looking for the culprits. Bobby and Sadie and Mary were nervous- they knew what they had done. And Charlie. Charlie's homemade family was coming undone at the seams. It was chaos.

In just a few days Charlie is going to suggest Bobby take Hinman's Fiat and git. And NOTHING good is gonna come from that.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

August 2- Sharon Lives Her Life


38 years ago today Sharon was alive and beautiful. Here's a photo that proves both. If you bother to read the description (which I am not gonna chop off just this once) the loser murdering girls are described as homeless! This before there was a homeless "problem". And Tex, the main thug killer magically gets evaporated from the equation.

Sharon was younger than all of you were. She was beautiful and successful and wanted to be a mom.

Then the assholes cam a knockin, in less than a week now.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

August 1- It Begins....



Seriously, how much do you love the Col? I stole this freaking photo off of ebay with such quality you could print it yourself and not have to pay a shitload of money. I am not sure what these people are paying so much for anyway- buying the photo does not give you the copyright, so you can't USE the photo except for your bedroom wall. And that's too sick even for the Col.

Anyway, it is August 1. 38 years ago Gary Hinman was dead and the beginning of the end had started. In eight nights Sharon Tate would be so hideously murdered for no reason by a bunch of losers even I can't think too much about it.

But this is a more pleasant sight. Here is a brilliant photo. It seems to be an army issue photo of the Tate Family in happier times. The Col Paul, looking quite regal. Sharon, the apple of Dad's eye. Doris, thin, young, happy. Debra, before she grew up to Jabba size and hoarded her father's ashes.

Yes, in any other context the photo is a trite look at the American Family in 1956. But what it really is is a photo of happiness, thirteen years before some jerkoffs destroyed both the Tate Family and America's piece of mind.

And the killers still try to get parole.....shocking.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

More Folgers Please!


Ines Mejia Folger -- socialite lived with zest

Friday, July 27, 2007




Days after her 100th birthday, Ines Mejia Folger greeted a friend who arrived at her bedside.

"I'm bored," Ms. Folger said. "I should get a job."

The centenarian had only recently given up French lessons to maintain her accent and had employed a personal trainer well into her 90s.

But now she was bored.

She couldn't continue to read; her eyesight had failed some time before, and she couldn't play a hand of bridge. But she could talk, Ms. Folger told her friend John Drum, so maybe she could advise people.

Ms. Folger, known as simply Pui to everyone who knew her, died less than two weeks later on July 15.

Her wise counsel, however, was not lost. The San Francisco native guided generations by example for decades, living life with enthusiasm, curiosity and a large measure of gusto while overcoming a very public and horrifying tragedy, friends said.

Her daughter Abigail had died 38 years ago at the age of 25 -- one of the five people killed by followers of Charles Manson at the Los Angeles home of actress Sharon Tate on Aug. 8, 1969.

"I just don't know how she got through it," said Joan Chatfield-Taylor, a friend of Ms. Folger's over five decades. "She was open about talking about it. And she never lost her sense of humor. It helps when you have one million friends," Chatfield-Taylor said.

Ms. Folger was born Ines Mejia in Piedmont in 1907 -- denied a San Francisco birthright after her family was displaced by the 1906 earthquake.

Her father was the consul general for El Salvador and she spent much of her youth attending schools in France and England.

Decades later, she would enthrall friends at dinner parties with stories about the burial of the Unknown Soldier beneath the Arc de Triomphe in Paris and other post-World War I events -- "things that came right out of the history books," Chatfield-Taylor said.

She returned to finish high school at Convent of the Sacred Heart in Menlo Park, but was ultimately denied a diploma because she helped a classmate elope.

In 1933, she married Peter Folger, a member of the coffee family. They had two children, Abigail and Peter, and were divorced in 1952.

Friends described Ms. Folger as the center of attention and the liveliest person in any room. A voracious reader, she was curious about a wide range of topics and had opinions on virtually any idea that was raised at a dinner table.

"She didn't spend her time being shocked and disapproving," Chatfield-Taylor said. "She was always interested in what was going on."

In the mid-1960s, when she was in her 60s, Ms. Folger worked in the Haight-Ashbury Free Medical Clinic.

In the 1990s, when she was in her 90s, she met the Dalai Lama.

The Tibetan monk tied a string around Ms. Folger's neck, a simple spiritual token the San Francisco socialite wore for years, Drum said.

"It was a profound experience for her," he said of the encounter that happened at the San Francisco Opera. "She said she looked into his eyes and saw his soul and such humanity."

Ms. Folger was a founding member of the Patrons of the Arts and Music at the Palace of Fine Arts, which eventually evolved into the Fine Arts Museum Board. She was also a board member of the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art.

Ms. Folger was a fan of San Francisco gossip and "terribly up to date on it," Chatfield-Taylor said.

"She was in society," she said, "but she didn't take the social scene that seriously."

Ms. Folger is survived by her son Peter Folger of San Francisco; six grandchildren and five great-grandchildren.

A memorial Mass will be said at 4 p.m. on Sept. 17, at St. Ignatius Church, 650 Parker Ave., San Francisco.

Donations can be sent to the Abigail Folger Library Fund, Santa Catalina School, 1500 Mark Thomas Dr., Monterey, CA, 93940.



[thanks to catscradle for the find]

Sunday, July 29, 2007

R.I.P.


Ines Mejia Folger
Ines Mejia Folger Known to her friends as "Pui", died peacefully on July 15, 2007, three weeks after celebrating her 100th birthday. Born in Piedmont, California on June 25, 1907, she was the sixth and youngest child of Encarnacion and Gertrude Mejia, both of whom were born in El Salvador. At the time of his youngest child's birth, Mr. Mejia was the Consul General for El Salvador in San Francisco. After attending the Convent of the Sacred Heart in San Francisco for the primary grades, Mrs. Folger was sent to Europe at the age of 12 to attend schools in Paris and London. During her schooling in Paris, she witnessed numerous historic post-World War I events, including the pageantry surrounding the burial of the Unknown Soldier beneath the Arc de Triomphe. She finished high school at the Convent of the Sacred Heart in Menlo Park, but was denied a diploma because she had helped a classmate elope in the spring of their senior year. In spite of the lack of a diploma or further formal education, her curiosity about people, places, and events made her a life-long learner by reading widely, traveling extensively, and meeting as many people as she could of all nationalities and from all walks of life. She never lost her love of France, taking French lessons well into her 100th year so she would not lose her accent. Mrs. Folger was married in 1933 to Peter Folger. They divorced in 1952. She had two children, Abigail and Peter. Her daughter died in 1969. Mrs. Folger was involved in numerous civic activities. Among others, she was a founding member of the Patrons of the Arts and Music at the Palace of the Legion of Honor and a member of the Board of the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. A project that gave her great satisfaction and was reflective of her commitment to being involved in the events of her time, was working at the Haight-Ashbury Free Medical Clinic in the mid-1960s. Besides her son, she is survived by her daughter-in-law Barbara; six grandchildren and five great-grandchildren. A private Funeral Service occurred on July 18. There will be a Memorial Mass at 4:00 pm on September 17, 2007 at St. Ignatius Church, Fulton & Parker Streets. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be sent to the Abigail Folger Lib- rary Fund, Santa Catalina School, 1500 Mark Thomas Drive, Monterey, CA 93940


[[Some Thoughts....Woman lived a long ass time...nice...could not find ANY pics of her anywhere...shame.... Family never addressed Abigail's murder- look at the comment in the obit that she merely "died"....good luck to the family]]

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Horse-Tooth Jackass


I look at this, another special photo that I stole for you all, and I see a very happy young girl, proud of what she has done, thrilled with all the attention she is getting. I DO NOT see a very pretty girl at all. I see a spoiled, pampered brat who is smiling for the camera and exposing her chompers with glee. You just need to look at this not to buy the "I'm so sorry" bullshit from the present day. Because of course we call her a girl, but in this photo she is 21 years old. When my mom was her age she already had two children she was raising. And the Col was not easy to raise.

But I digress.

So anyway, the hell with this bitch getting parole. Just show this photo to the board. "Hi, I'm about to be convicted in the worst murder spree of the century. But I'd really like to go to Disney land." Jackass.

Also don't miss the big X on the bitch's forehead. Really pretty girl indeed.

This is another case where the caption is illuminating so I reprint that also. I never read in the Bug's fiction about any delay that I recall except for Susan needed a dentist I think. Here they talk about cysts and impacted colons, because Susan was full of shit. Hmmm, colon, dentist. Maybe Bug had it right. LOL!


Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Squeaky Reads Minds


Go Limp.

Put Cuffs on.

Add Birkenstocks.

Install a blindfold.

Find 1970s porn star guy.

Let him carry you back and forth to court.

If you follow this process then the Judge and Jury cannot help but see you as sane and acquit you!

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Thank God For Morons


I mean if we didn't have morons who would we have to make fun of and take out the garbage?

Over on KTS Yahoo, the site that banned my superior knowledge and thus inspired this blog I see that they have allowed a monkey in there under multiple names, but mostly Bryan. He is babbling this Ultimate Evil position of Charlie being a CIA operative and shit. Which is all very cool, except he wasn't. He was a two bit con man.

The killings were done by spooks all right- these three bitches who did it and enjoyed it and boasted about it. Pretty spooky whores to have them show up while you are sleeping and then start flashing knives around. (and another special photo)

Sharon didn't know about the murder of Bobby Kennedy. You see Bobby Kennedy was killed by another fucking loon named Sirhan Sirhan. The fact that Paul Tate was in intelligence was WIDELY reported actually, moron. I mean, I don't even have to take your position apart, the normally complacent housewives of KTS are kicking it to shreds as I speak.

The SEVEN victims of TLB were killed by Tex, Sadie, Leslie and Katie. There's no question about that. And they were loser, stoner hippies.

My search is for WHY they were killed. NOT because Charlie was a hitman. NOT because of any bullshit the BUG picked out of his ass. It could be as simple as a damn mistake, thinking Terry was there.

But please Mr. Moron- you people are sick and need help. Stop spreading your lies and bullshit on the web.