Today is the twenty-ninth anniversary of Jay White's death. While I use gallows humor much of the time to deal with the awfulness I find in my research, moments like these remind me that none of this is a joke. If you're out there thinking you're at the end of your road because of how you feel inside, please ask for the help that is always available once you take the first step.
I believe a revolutionary could make a case that Fromme is a real life anti-heroine. She pulled a pistol on the former center of the Michigan football team (Go Bucks!) who was employed at the time as the President of the United States. I know I brought this up before but I seriously wonder if Ford was scared for even five seconds. Men were tougher then.
Boy, the way Glenn Miller played...
Anyway. Squeaky didn't kill anyone. And did her time. Is your hate for Lynette Fromme as strong as your hate for the killers, or do you see her in another light?
Boutique pricing on bone chips sifted from his not grandfather's ashes perhaps. Maybe Freeman could run an endless fake ashes promotion like they do for Saturday night pancakes in Jersey roadside diners. The possibilities are seriously limitless if a dreamer dares to dream.
Crispy bacon with my pancakes, please.
Fact. Hillbilly ghouls are the worst kinda ghouls. Followed by writers.
I'm not sure why I'm so obsessed with this Manson estate hearings sham. I think Channels' will is up next if you're also following along from home. Back when they showed trials, I was a huge Court TV fan. Ruben Garcia is my Ito now. I read everything he says slowly and twice.
You gotta understand I'm no lawyer. Not even from Torrence. Lawyers answer my stupid questions though. Some even after my first email. I rail why why why can't the not guilty family of a guilty man lay their blood kin to rest without outside involvement? Isn't life hard enough?
The responses always come back with laughing emojis and links to Smokey and the Bandit. "Because he's thirsty, dummy."
Some nights when I attempt to listen to a sweet-voiced angel in my Airpods, an angry man rants about beating the crap out of this or that person in the Manson scene if they ever fought. Sadly, that guy and most every other guy in this health club ain't got a shot against Freeman. I've noticed bullies kinda circumvent all of that by acting nice around the people they know will whoop them. Maybe you've noticed too.
The pill is bitter but Jason Freeman will kick your ass and there's no two possible endings to the confrontation. You're better off hopping on board if you ask me. And plus sometimes it's safer to call pretty girls fat instead, amirite?
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A small tidbit I thought I'd share from my recent creepy crawls. Maybe you know this already because you're the top insider of all insiders but here goes for the rest: Charlie was on ice for so long the coroner offered to cremate his decomposing body. Brunner and Roberts said go for it. Only Freeman refused. That's love right there. Send Netflix to his house.
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Speaking of Netflix...you know about this, right? You can tell me your favorite EAP song in the comments if you like. Mine is probably I Want You, I Need You, I Love You, but I have a lot of favorite Elvis songs tbh.
Since we're all so open and honest with one another here, I'll share that I helped a lanky, big bosomed gal make a baby in the hotel with the guitar-shaped pool across the street from Graceland. Our baby went on to become the first person to hot air balloon jump into the Badlands at night during an electrical storm, and also the second Irish-American champion of the World Bocce Ball League. True story. Gabbagool.
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Oh! I almost forgot. When I was messaging around about Freeman this past weekend, someone close to the action informed me an offer was made to Freeman via the lawyers (this was back when Freeman was claiming he wanted to spread Manson's ashes at sea) where Pooh Bear himself would rent a Cali boat ride so he and Freeman could dump Charlie over the side after saying their goodbyes.
Freeman never responded.
We're not like those animals, Judge Garcia. Look into your heart.
GGW, O.H.I.O.
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One of themselves, even a prophet of their own, said, the Cretians are alway liars, evil beasts, slow bellies.
Don't sleep on the crazy. It's all there.
Say hello to John Linley Frazier if you're unacquainted. Frazier embodies my constant struggle for impartiality while I try to learn things instead of screaming for the executions of crazy people when they do crazy people things. Sentenced to death in 1971 only to have it commuted in California in 1972, Frazier hung himself in his prison cell in 2009. He likely passed unmourned.
Frazier has been linked to the Manson Family here and there since he committed his crimes fifty-two years ago. The focus of Frazier's wrath, Dr. Victor Ohta, pops up every now and then as the doctor who wrote the prescription for the spectacles found at the Cielo Drive crime scene. However, Ohta was an ophthalmologist specializing in cataract surgery. While I'm not sure how it works where you live, I visit an optometrist for my eyeglasses and exams.
I also have a screen cap I misplaced about Sandy Good knowing Frazier but it's basically the above with Sandy Good written in there sixteen times per paragraph. My apologies. She did type like him I suppose. You can verify below.
Like all major events which attract great public attention, the phenomenon generally known as “TLB” has produced its share of phonies and frauds. From fake Ruth Moorehouses and Gypsy sons, to altered photographs (Manson playing guitar in prison before 1967, Dennis Wilson with Manson, the Spiral Staircase House), to publicity generating personal anecdotes (Danny Trejo, Bryan Cranston), to false memories (Pete Porteous) and forged memoirs (Robert Earl Murray), to the proliferation of phony Manson artwork, crafts and other personal effects and memorabilia (including ashes), fraud has occurred in the past, in the present, and likely will occur into perpetuity.
A couple of the most recent and still relevant instances of Manson-related fraud were two alleged Manson wills that were filed shortly after his death on November 19, 2017. Although one claimant quickly withdrew his effort, the other will has lingered on and is still a point of contention in the current tedious legal fight over Manson’s estate.
But why it is, is a mystery to me. Because that will is such an obvious fake that I don’t see how anyone could take it seriously enough that it would still be in play.
There are so many things wrong with this alleged will that it’s hard to know where to begin to start critiquing it. But perhaps the best place to start would be with the fact that Charles Manson would never have had anything to do with such a document in the first place — not in a million years.
First of all, the assertion that this fairly concise and literate will was actually written by Charles Manson is an absurdity on its face. But beyond that, even if he allegedly just signed it, the Charles Manson I knew for the decade before this will was supposedly crafted on his behalf had such a disdain for signing anything legal that it is unthinkable that he would consider and assent to such a detailed and precise legalistic document turning over the rights to every aspect of his entire existence — to the exclusion of anyone else, including specifically all living biological relatives — to a casual acquaintance murderabilia dealer.
And I’m not alone in this opinion. If you talk to anyone who knew Manson — and by “knew” I mean people who had intimate, ongoing, relationships with him for years and/or decades, not just people who spoke with him on the phone (Newsflash! Manson called anybody!) or visited him a few times —they will all tell you the same thing. I’ve spoken with people who knew Manson for almost fifty years, other people besides myself who assisted him daily for years and years during his incarceration, and inmates who did time with him, and all of them are instantly and unanimously clear that Manson would never have signed over the rights to his life to anyone — much less to an individual so casually involved with Manson that he would later refer to himself as a pen pal and not as a friend.
And indeed, Manson did not sign such a will. And the best evidence of this is the will itself. One look at the document shows what a crude and ludicrous effort at forgery it is. All of the particulars of the will are on the first page, and Manson’s allegedly assenting signature is on the second. But since it is obvious that the printed portion of the second page has been formatted to fit around the handwriting and signature, the only conclusion one can come to is that the printing was formatted to fit around handwriting that was already on the paper. In other words, someone got a piece of paper with a Manson signature on it and fit the printing of the bogus will to go around it.
There can be no other reasonable explanation for page two’s odd formatting.
Why this is not glaringly apparent to anyone who sees it is beyond me.
But finally, aside from the fact that Manson signing such a document would be totally out of character for him, and aside from the fact that it sure looks like the printed text was superimposed over Manson’s written text, there is another glaring clue pointing to the will being a fake that has a particular and personal resonance for me, and that is the signature of one of the purported witnesses, Roger Dale Smith, also known as RD.
When I saw RD’s signature on the will, that was the clincher for me that the will was dirty, because there can be nothing good or honest about anything that was ever connected with that guy.
I don’t like to use expletives in my writing, but when it comes to RD Smith it’s impossible not to, because he was a truly vile piece of shit.
I knew RD way too well, having met him in the visiting room on several occasions and spoken with him on the phone many times — until I got to the point where I finally got tired of his lying bullshit and hung up on him and his scams.
RD was about the most disgusting human being I’ve ever had the occasion to meet. No, he was the most disgusting. A murderer, he was loathed within the prison system and had been shivved by other inmates so often that his nickname was “Pincushion.”
He was a monster. He was fat and disgusting, and he had sloppy swastika tattoos on his forearms. His dishonesty and deceit knew no bounds. He was a snitch beyond belief, and I know of more than one instance where his snitching cost Charlie months of his life spent in solitary confinement in the Security Housing Unit (SHU) while prison officials investigated some supposed Manson scam based on “information” provided by Smith. He bullied Charlie incessantly, demanding money and other favors, and Charlie asked me on more than one occasion why I couldn’t do anything to “get this motherfucker off my back.”
He was a corpse fucker and proud of it. Charlie told the story in the visiting room about how RD’s cellmate died and RD had sex with the corpse until the guards realized the guy was dead and took him out of the cell. Asked why he was fucking a corpse, Smith replied, “because the hole was still good.” As Charlie recounted the story, RD was standing there, beaming, like, “Yep, that was me!”
He was an opportunist who would do anything if he thought it would bring him some advantage, monetary or otherwise. He lied about everything and his word was absolutely worthless. And my refusal to go along with his bullshit was one of the main reasons why there was a wedge between Charlie and me for about half a dozen years. (That wedge was only removed when RD finally died of cancer, a day on which the world surely became a brighter place.)
I hated RD and I’m sure he hated me. And I have little doubt that if he could have, he would have fucked me, killed me, and then fucked my corpse
In short, Roger Dale Smith was a thoroughly dishonest, despicable, and disgusting human being of the type that would convince anyone to avoid prison at all costs so you wouldn’t have to be around someone like him for five minutes. Really, unless you have actually met and dealt with such a person you can’t have any idea of how horrible he was. Imagine the worst piece of shit asshole you ever knew in your life and multiply them by one hundred. That was RD.
That should give you some idea of the importance of RD’s signature on the will as a witness, because his signature screams out, “This thing is totally dishonest, conniving bullshit!”
And anyone who would get involved with anything RD was doing would have to be either a dupe or a co-conspirator with regard to whatever dishonest scam he was trying to pull. There was no middle ground with RD; if you were involved with any of his insidious enterprises you would have to either be too stupid or naive to realize it, or you would have to be in on it. (It’s possible that the claimant with this will believes it is genuine, but I doubt it.)
Here are what, to me, are relevant questions about this alleged will that might help to clear things up:
If the will is genuine, why is the text on the second page formatted around the handwriting? What other explanation for such strange formatting could there be other than that the handwriting was on the page before the printed text?
Why is the date of the second witness signature (said witness also being the exclusive beneficiary of the will) four days earlier than the date that Manson supposedly signed it?
Why didn’t Manson date his signature?
Why would Manson, who was notoriously uncooperative with anyone who knew him, and who regarded legal paperwork as bullshit nonsense not worthy of acknowledging with any kind of consent, agree to sign a legal document turning over every aspect of his reality — from the rights to his music and works, to the disposition of his property, to the disposition of his body — to a murderabilia dealer who he barely had any personal interaction with?
How did the pen pal gain the trust of the famously paranoid Manson to such an extent that Manson entrusted him with his entire legacy?
Does the murderabilia dealer have any recorded telephone conversations with Manson or written correspondence wherein Manson discusses the creation of this all important, once-in-a-lifetime document? (That would be particularly interesting to know, because from what I’ve heard there does exist a recorded telephone conversation where Manson states that he never signed any will.)
Would the pen pal detail his relationship with RD Smith and recount how he hooked up with him in the first place?
These should be easy enough questions to answer by anyone involved in a legitimate enterprise. But while we wait for those answers I’ll give my theory about the will and its origins.
What I think happened is that RD cooked up a scheme, very possibly with the will’s beneficiary, to create a fake will that would benefit the beneficiary (and thus RD) after Manson’s death. Enlisting the help of fellow Protective Housing Unit (PHU) inmate M****** C**** (C**** was good at producing passable legal documents — and snitching on Manson — when I knew him) they drew up a phony will that turned all of the assets of Manson’s post-mortem existence — to the very specific and complete exclusion of anyone else who could possibly make a claim for Manson’s estate — over to the beneficiary and then formatted that will around a piece of paper already signed by Manson. (The will’s page two contention that the contents of the will were actually written by Manson himself is ludicrous beyond belief.)
Since I first laid eyes on it it has been beyond my comprehension that anyone could believe that this will is genuine. And yet it has convinced enough people of its veracity that it has tied up court proceedings for over four and a half years. And that’s the real issue for me, because when this will was filed after Manson’s death the disposition of Manson’s body was in limbo for four months while it lay in the refrigeration unit of the morgue in Bakersfield — rotting. People have called the embalming of Manson’s body a desecration, but this was a much greater one.
When I saw Manson on the slab in the funeral home in Porterville the night before his funeral (Believe it or not, they needed someone to identify the body!), his body was literally falling apart. Juices were leaking out and the skin on his hands and feet was sliding off like loose gloves and socks. The famous forearm tattoos were just purple blobs of flesh. He had no eyes. The funeral director was genuinely shocked that the body was in such a bad condition.
Sure, it was just Charlie’s body and not his spirit, but it wasn’t good to see a friend of almost thirty years in that condition. And it was especially not good to realize that he was in that condition because people who didn’t care about him were fucking around with a phony money-making scam while his body was decomposing.
In a sense, the vultures who fed on Charlie figuratively for money when he was alive became almost literal vultures after his death, as his corpse decayed due to the delay in its disposition resulting from their fraudulent claims on his body and estate.
When I saw Roger Dale Smith’s signature on this alleged will my blood boiled. It was like being slapped in the face as I saw RD reaching out from his grave to fuck Charlie over one last time.
But that’s not going to happen if I have anything to do with it. And that is why I have written this article.
This investigation hurt my heart. The high school photos of the girl Manson raped reveal a pretty teen who looks shy and nervous in front of the camera. I won't blast her face across our blog but have no fear if the photos interest you. Some JV'er will have them up somewhere else online after reading this post and asking their friends with bank accounts to check Ancestry for them.
*Btw, while we're on photos. Don't let anyone ever tell you we found the wrong person when we're sure otherwise. Especially self-appointed movers and shakers in the Manson business who fail to notice themselves turning into yet another Gollem in a long line of Gollems. They're callously wasting your precious time in an attempt to remain in the spotlight and keep their patrons patroning.
No one sits enthroned above us. The Several Searching Scholars of the Simi Valley do not miss.
**Except when we miss. Which happens more often than my boasts indicate but hey confidence is important. Moreover, a pair and a spare is always our general plan since moments of high caffeination and near overdose levels of frosted petit fours sometimes allow doubt to creepy crawl its way into our brains. We always have options.
***Also what's up with the other teams looking up the same stuff we look up these days? I thought we're all clueless and stupid here? Why ride our train when yours is so big and strong?
Chugga chugga woo woo! We're still waiting for takers on that formal written debate btw. Prove thine motives in a scholarly way oh ye uncoverers of hidden truths!
MANSON BLOG.
FOLLOW THE LEADER.
Let's get back to Mr. Summers. Some readers don't like when I type what I want while working for free. Matt watermarked these docs for the obvious reasons. I (of course) got them from Secret Agent Deb.
Just kidding. Old Gavin will arrive with Thor's hammer and smash the shit out of her in six months or less.
At least for right now, Katie Marnie Reeves etc gets to dream about trips to Knott's Berry Farm and the beach and Stoner Van Houten's crib for a series of live shows.
Does anyone think Krenwinkel will actually walk?
Jen Lawson
Tuesday, May 18, 2004 | 9:12 a.m. | Las Vegas Sun
The last time anyone saw 78-year-old Ruby Dorman she was leaving the Flamingo Laughlin after finishing her shift as a buffet hostess.
More than a year later, Metro Police consider her a likely homicide victim, and they believe that her daughter, Juliann White, may know what happened to Dorman.
White, whom police haven't been able to find since January, has for years believed Dorman had followers of Charles Manson kill White's aunt in 1969, police said.
That strange twist is just one aspect of a disappearance that "has all of us puzzled," Metro Homicide Detective George Sherwood said. "We've never located what we believe to be a crime scene or what we believe to be her (Dorman's) body."
Police believe White could provide more information to police, if they could find her.
White, 46, had driven from Las Vegas to her mother's mobile home in Laughlin the morning of April 30, 2003, according to Dorman's roommate, Jane Rugge, police said.
Dorman had already left for work when White arrived, Rugge told police. Rugge then fell asleep and awoke just before 5 p.m. to see White pull into the driveway in her mother's white Honda. Rugge said White then drove away in her Jeep Cherokee without coming inside or saying goodbye, according to police reports.
About 2:30 p.m. that day, Dorman had punched out after her shift at the Flamingo Laughlin buffet, then went to the women's locker room and changed out of her uniform and into a black sweater, slacks and shoes, investigators determined.
Investigators believe something happened to Dorman between the time she left work and the time White dropped her Honda off at her home.
Police examined Dorman's car for evidence but found nothing pointing to foul play. Dorman's purse and keys were left in the car, Sherwood said.
Detectives interviewed White twice, and her statements were inconsistent, but she denied driving Dorman's car or seeing her that day, Sherwood said. Police haven't been able to find White since last speaking to her in January in Reno.
Police do not have an arrest warrant for White.
"We don't work in the theory business, but Juliann somehow got the Honda and Ruby somehow disappeared," Sherwood said. "Ruby was never seen after work. She just fell off the face of the earth."
White, described by Sherwood as "mentally troubled," had a history of arguing with Dorman and had threatened her in the past. Based upon interviews with people who knew the family and based upon White's statements and writings, she apparently held her mother accountable for everything that went wrong in her life, Sherwood said.
White's family told investigators that during her childhood and adult life White blamed her mother for the death of her aunt, Rosemary La Bianca, who was the sister of White's father.
Rosemary La Bianca and her husband, Leno, were stabbed to death in August 1969, in their Los Angeles home. Followers of Charles Manson were convicted of the murders.
In a letter to a Los Angeles investigator, White wrote that Dorman had sent her away to camp that summer so Dorman could plot the La Biancas' murders.
"Rosemary La Bianca let it be known that she wanted to adopt me so as to save me," White's letter read. "Ruby Dorman made the decision to get even with Rosemary La Bianca and sent ... her address to the Manson family."
When Dorman read about the murders the next day, "she let out a phony scream," the letter continued. "I knew that by tolerating her evil presence I would eventually get each and every detail about the day my aunt was slain."
Evidence didn't support White's allegations, however, and Dorman was never charged in connection with the La Biancas' deaths.
The Dorman case, meanwhile, can only be investigated as a missing person at the moment, but "we believe it to be a homicide because of the abruptness of her disappearance," Sherwood said. "She hadn't missed a day of work in 20 years."
Police searched the Laughlin area and they have checked with police in California and Arizona to see if they have any unidentified bodies. So far they've come up with nothing.
Complicating matters is the fact that Rugge, Dorman's roommate, who had been providing police with valuable information, has died of natural causes.
An 80-year-old Las Vegas woman, who asked that her name not be used, said White was staying with her during the time that Dorman went missing last spring.
The woman was like a second mother to White, who lived with the woman part-time when she was between the ages of 18 months and 6 years old. White, whose given name was Juanita and later changed it to Juliann, stayed with the woman in Las Vegas during the week while Dorman worked in Laughlin.
She said she remembers White rambling about the connection to the Manson family during her most recent stay but she tried not to pay attention.
"I just can't imagine her (harming Dorman), but the circumstances say otherwise," the woman said. "I'm sticking my head in the sand. I'm trying not to think about it."
Recalling April 30, 2003, the woman said she didn't notice White behaving any differently.
"She stayed in her bedroom so much and I finally told her she should get herself a job," the woman said.
Before long, White packed her bags and moved out. White visited the woman about a month or two ago to see if she had any mail and said she had gotten a job at a pickle factory.
"I wonder if we'll ever know about Ruby," the woman said.
White, who in 2002 wrote a book on Jimmy Page of the band Led Zeppelin, is divorced and believed to be moving around the country living off the profit of the sale of her home, Sherwood said.
Anyone with information about the case can call Sherwood at 229-3521.
