Wednesday, June 29, 2022

June 29th in Manson History

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.  

Monday, June 27, 2022

Classy Broads and Typos - Prose and Cons Editor Frank Earl Andrews

What's up with these dudes and their creepy fingernails all the time omg barf. 

Say hello to Frank Earl Andrews, editor. FYI, a television twice that size costs about the same right now in the flyover states losers like me call home. Viva technology. 

Please excuse yet another trip into what you might consider ephemera this week. My interest in nature/nurture and the cultural reaction to the Manson Family only deepened after Mark Ross explained the true motive behind the August 1969 murders during long private conversations we had prior to his death. Mark made me promise to never reveal his secrets until after he was gone but I'm just not ready yet. Apologies.  

Instead, I'm inhabiting my safe space. And anyway like they always say, "I wonder how Zero is doing tonight?" And, "Ask Zero's mom what she thinks about Mark." 

Wake up, Claire...they're all dead. 

I sounded like Ethan Hunt there didn't I? Before we get going, let's note that I'm not sure if Andrews is deceased. He might be typing away right at this moment. I'd hate to put an untrue RIP upon anyone. You know I'm all about peace and love. 

Lately, we're working on an article about old people in prison and xyz. Wanting screen caps, I asked Deb if she had the book with the Krenwinkel poems and prose in it Chris B sent me excerpts from one weekend night back in the misty past. 

"Yes. Give me five minutes. I'll scan fifty-three pages for you." 

True story. You can also buy the physical copy of the paperback on Amazon for your collection if you desire. I will drop Krennie's submissions into another post if anyone is interested. My advice is to not read them all in one sitting. Or at all really. 

Katie Reeves was light years beyond Andrews though. Galaxies. 


I was seriously looking forward to what Andrews planned on rhyming with vendetta and dude just straight up left us all hanging. That's no bueno. Why isn't freedom free indeed. 

"Bada bing this next poem is titled Puppies Ain't in Pet Store Windows No More. I wrote it one day while sitting on the terlit."

Recently, Michael Channels and George Stimson mentioned a convict incarcerated with Charlie who was known colloquially as RD. The word vile was attached to RD's name. Channels added that everyone Manson knew in prison was vile. Channels went on to point out that in his opinion, almost everyone who attempted to befriend Charlie made their overtures with a business deal in mind. 

Preparing to discuss Krenwinkel's writing craft with you, I noticed Andrews was a former convict. After all of the RD talk last week, I wondered if a bit of digging would reveal a similar scenario. I found two newspaper articles that will deliver pure bliss with your morning coffee. 

Leslie understands everything about me too. 

Andrews was a lifelong criminal before becoming an editor. He shot a police officer four times while committing his crime in 1962. America was still America then. That stuff didn't happen.  

 Whatever. I think I'll become an archaeologist by saying I'm one. But maybe not. The sun is hard on me. 

They were like,  "Welllll we're not sure..." 

I'm no Andrews fan but the points make themselves. We're heading outside in the dark to kill slugs so I'll spare you my soapboxery this time around. Channels called that scene though. Nailed it, imo. 

I hope you turned yourself around, Frank. The sunny side of the street is so much easier to walk down. 

Gordon GW. Ohio.  

Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Is Lynette Fromme an Anti-Heroine?

It's too hot outside this afternoon to work in my garden, and I gave my beloved Trek away on the promise of a new Trek. As a result, I'm inside reading and hanging out on Messenger. I found this awesome piece online about anti-heroines in literature and the question of whether Lynette Fromme fits that mold popped into my mind. 

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? 

Monday, June 20, 2022

The Florida Man Who Allows Bodies to Rot in Refrigerators Reappears - Manson Estate Hearings Update

Jay White's 1986 missed family court date in Ohio remains the linchpin in Jason Freeman's control over the Charles Manson estate. I'm holding out for a hero but things are not looking splendid for those in favor of keeping whatever Freeman has planned for his "grandfather's" memory from happening. 

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?


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. 


Speaking of 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.


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



One of themselves, even a prophet of their own, said, the Cretians are alway liars, evil beasts, slow bellies.

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

John Linley Frazier Can Suck It

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.  

Would Mae be in these comment threads trying to keep us from uncovering the names of her flim flammers if her game was in play today? I vote yes. Frazier is also linked to Zodiac because really who isn't?

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. 

Frazier with hair. 

How do these lunatics always get pretty women btw? 

The scholars researched the ex wife. She's still kicking or we'd give you the deets. Here's Mrs. Ohta's car. 

Frazier likely returned to his shack and watched the police and fire investigators comb the Ohta home for clues from the safety of the trees between his hideout and the murder scene. Not the smartest criminal, Frazier was caught with Dr. Ohta's binoculars. These are his tarot cards. 

Have you ever noticed crazy people never trim their fingernails? Gross. 

Frazier's crimes hurt my heart. Dr. Ohta's mother's and oldest daughter's suicides following the murders knocked me through the sidewalk like an ACME safe. Without protest, I'd pull the lever for the gallows fully knowing I was snapping the neck of person with a broken brain. We'd all get our revenge because revenge is all we have at the end of the day. 

Fortunately, we have a bit more to celebrate this time. The daughter Frazier could not kill went on to live her best life and it's better than any life Frazier could've dreamed up even before he lost all of his marbles. He couldn't stop her. We saw her genuine smiles and joy. 

The dark side did not win this time. 

I had a blast putting this post together with Secret Agent Deb, Doug S., and Sir Buntline Heskey of Nottinghamshire. Many thanks to them as well as our esteem counsel for helping with the next one that is tentatively titled, I Know Why Werner Herzog Doesn't Smile in Photos. 

- Gerald Greene-Whyte, Ohio. 


Sunday, June 5, 2022

Opinion — The Pen Pal Will is a Pathetic Fake

 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.

Roger Dale “RD” Smith and Charlie with Taming The Beast author Ed George in the visiting room at the California State Prison at Corcoran. The look in Charlie's eyes says, to me, “Snap his neck RD!”

Ed, Charlie, and me in the visiting room on that same day.

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.