Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Timothy Leary Meets Manson in Folsom Prison

The August 1976 issue of Oui magazine has an article written by Timothy Leary where Leary talks about meeting Charles Manson at Folsom Prison.  A brief explanation of how Leary ended up in prison-

Leary's first conviction of marijuana possession after a December 20, 1965 arrest in Texas, where he received a 30 year sentence, was eventually overturned on appeal.  On December 26, 1968 Leary was arrested again in Laguna Beach California for possession of two marijuana "roaches".  He was subsequently convicted and received a 20 year sentence on January 21, 1970. 

Leary was assigned to work as a gardener in lesser security prison.  In September 1970 Leary escaped from that prison.  The Brotherhood of Eternal Love paid the radical group The Weathermen $25,000 to smuggle Leary and his wife out of the US.  After traveling to many different countries US authorities caught up with Leary in Kabul Afghanistan in 1972 and he was returned to the US, placed in Folsom Prison in solitary confinement.  Governor Jerry Brown released Leary from prison April 21, 1976 shortly before this article was written.








After reading this article I decided to send a scanned copy of it to Robert Hendrickson as he and his movie "Manson" are mentioned in it.   I figured Robert had read the article when it was first published but might not have a  copy.  I was surprised by his reply, Robert had no idea the article was written and did not know that his movie was shown in a California prison.  Here is his reply-

"I can't believe I didn't know about this.
For them to see my film, someone had to have made an illegal copy and it could have been someone involved with the Squeaky Fromme / Ford affair.
There's a post for you! Who stole the MANSON movie.
The FBI? The Secret Service? The Prosecutor? The defense attorney? Squeaky? The Judge? Jerry Ford?  The 3/4 inch tape we had to produce for the Court in Sacramento is the likely source.
Then the question is: did the Warden approve of the showing. OMG, no wonder Charlie is such an icon in prison. I made him bigger than life itself.  Maybe a special screening of MANSON in prison _ with 35 mm print- like at cinefamily would really make him a model/star prisoner. In the 80's we licensed MANSON to a Florida prison for screening.

Robert"






Monday, August 5, 2013

Griffith Park Love-Ins / Satan's Slaves / Suzan LaBerge / Arthur Lee's Castle

Erik writes:

I was looking through some pics of Griffith Park Love-Ins for something I'm writing and came across this guy in a SS vest. Thought you might enjoy it. There are quite a few pics from that day.
http://www.pbase.com/saintj/image/32263193


Also, I lived in Los Feliz just a couple blocks from Waverly for the last 6 years or so in the guest house of a woman who lived there since '63. Her friend N lived at 3093 St. George which is the yellow lot on the map below.


The night of the murders they had a "sing" at the St. George house until 1AM or so, a dozen or so people singing folk songs. Then they left, nothing was unusual. In the morning N told me she let the dogs out to sniff around in the street like she always did. They went up the driveway across the street and came back with their tails down. She said she told this to the police when they came later. No biggee but pretty creepy to hear her tell this. She moved away last year. Here's her house listing. http://www.redfin.com/CA/Los-Angeles/3093-St-George-St-90027/home/7063679

Also, she told me that Suzan LaBerge worked at the Tam 'o Shanter at this time and she went right back to work which she thought was strange. She said she thought she had a drinking problem (who could blame her).
We used to go eat there on holidays when I was little.
http://www.lawrysonline.com/tam-oshanter/general-info

Of course Arthur Lee's "Castle" was a few blocks away as well, though he was long gone by then.
http://love.torbenskott.dk/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=583
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1jpoCnlk-8

Best,
Erik





Friday, August 2, 2013

Off topic-Let's talk Aaron Hernandez



AH's High School Pic
We interupt this Manson Family blog to discuss another interesting case going on. If you did't already know, Eviliz lives in a tiny sleepy community in Bristol, Connecticut. No you can't come and visit.

Ex-New England Patroits player Aron Hernandez is from Bristol CT and he is in one heap of trouble.
Hernandez's crime partners are also from Bristol. After being accessories in the shooting of Lloyd in MA, the two crime partners hurried back to Bristol .  The newest twist in the case is - apparently the two crime partners dumped the gun into beautiful Pine Lake.

All week we in Bristol have had the CT State Police Divers and Massachusetts State Police Divers searching the lake.  I and Eviliz Jr. kept vigil like the girl on the corner for the entire week of searching.  We hung out with all the press and made several friends.  Bristol was besieged by every news outlet you can name.  Since the Evilizes are beautiful and personable, while at the lake we made several media friends (shout out to my favorite reporter Tony Terzi from Fox CT News).  We were lucky enough to blend right in with the press and listen to Sergeant Master Chris McCarthy give the last interview of the day.  McCarthy told us the search for the day was over and no gun was located.  What happens next is riding on CT and MA state police's decision.

It's a tangled web Hernandez wove and things are constantly changing, but here is a snapshot of all the current and past investigations into Hernandez's alleged criminal behavior.
#1.) New England Patriots tight end Aaron Hernandez, whose Massachusetts home has been visited twice by police this week after a man’s body was found in an industrial park about a mile away, allegedly shot a friend in the face in February, according to a new lawsuit.

According to the suit, Hernandez was driving from Tootsie’s strip club in Miami to Palm Beach on Feb. 13 with a group of people when an argument ensued between Alexander Bradley, the suit’s plaintiff, and the football player. gun that Hernandez “was not legally licensed to have” discharged, the suit stated. The bullet hit Bradley, 30, causing him to lose his right eye, and resulting in numerous surgeries, difficulty eating and other damages that are “permanent in nature,” according to the suit.
A gun that Hernandez “was not legally licensed to have” discharged, the suit stated. The bullet hit Bradley, 30, causing him to lose his right eye, and resulting in numerous surgeries, difficulty eating and other damages that are “permanent in nature,” according to the suit.

#2.) When executing a search warrant at Hernandez's uncle's house in Bristol CT, investigators found an SUV in the garage that they say is linked to an unsolved July 2012 double homicide in Boston that took place outside a nightclub. The two victims were shot in a drive-by shooting. The vehicle was impounded. Hernandez has not been charged with anything in that case, but a law enforcement source told CNN that Boston police are "very active" -- and making progress -- in trying to connect the dots that could link him to the shooting.

#3.) Hernandez was allegedly involved in a bar fight in Gainesville, Florida, in 2007 over an unpaid bill. At the time of the bar fight, Hernandez was 17 and was not charged with a crime. A bouncer claimed that Hernandez struck him in the side of the head, injuring his eardrum.
Aaron Hernandez is in a world of trouble, it appears, and things seem to get worse for the former NFL star almost every day.

Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure:











Aaron Hernandez went in as a tight end and will come out a wide reciever.






Spahn census story


http://articles.latimes.com/2000/jul/30/magazine/tm-61410

POPULATION: 1 Old Rancher and The Manson Family

VERY FIRST PERSON

Thirty Years Ago, a Census Taker Had a Brush With Weirdness on the Spahn Ranch

July 30, 2000 |VIRGINIA LEAPER | Virginia Leaper is a freelance writer, columnist and radio commentator

Before mail-in census forms, there were census takers who went door to door, asking questions about marriage, family, children and ethnicity. Thirty years ago, I was one of them. Just before the end of my final training period, in 1970, our instructor gave out assignments.

We were to cover territories nearest our homes, and I drew the Twin Lakes section of Chatsworth. In those days, it was a place of Indian trails, boulders, rotten roads and individuals whose names in the register bore annotations such as "he carries a gun," "don't approach suddenly" and "very fierce dog."

Almost as an afterthought, our instructor told me, "By the way, you also have to cover the Spahn Ranch."

People gasped. The 1969 murders of actress Sharon Tate and six others by Charles Manson and his devotees were still fresh in our minds. The plot had been hatched at the Spahn Movie Ranch, where the near-blind 81-year-old owner, George Spahn, had been conned into allowing "the Family" to live.
Manson and five others were in custody, awaiting trial, but many of his followers were still living at the ranch. I had seen them in town on their "garbage runs"; disheveled and glowering, they would collect discarded fruits and vegetables from behind markets. Although their guru was detained, they believed it was only a matter of time before he would be back with them.

"Of course," the census instructor continued, "you don't have to get the names of all those hippies up there. Just the permanent ones. And you can take a policeman along."

"Fat chance!" I said to myself. As a writer, here was my opportunity to venture into the Manson stronghold and maybe dredge up an angle that hadn't been covered by the hordes of journalists. I had no intention of taking the fuzz along.

In addition, George Spahn was a neighbor of sorts. The now- rundown ranch, where cowboys and Indians had once galloped in B-grade movies, was just a few rock-strewn, chaparral-covered hills behind our place, across the Southern Pacific railroad tracks. Before the Manson people arrived, in the late '60s, we'd seen the old man riding around town in his old truck with "Spahn's Movie Ranch" on the side, driven by his ranch manager and sidekick, Ruby Pearl.

But after the Manson Family moved in, we didn't see much of Spahn. According to rumor, the young women kept him occupied with food and sex to the point that he neither knew nor cared what was going on in his home. Ruby Pearl was still on the scene, but her responsibilities as manager ended at dusk, when she went home. The only other member of the Spahn household was the ranch hand, Donald "Shorty" Shea, but he had disappeared soon after the murders. It was thought that the part-time movie cowboy had gone after an acting job, as he had done in the past.

I had spoken to Spahn only once during the decade since we moved to Chatsworth. Our young sons and their pals loved to roam the hills, where deer, foxes, bobcats and the occasional mountain lion lived. We were glad the boys were enjoying nature, and tried not to worry too much about rattlesnakes and the like. But one thing out there really worried me--the kids had discovered an uncovered well--or was it a mine shaft? They reported that anyone could have stumbled and fallen in. It was so deep, they said, that when they dropped rocks into it, they never heard them hit bottom. From their description, it seemed the shaft was located on the Spahn Ranch, and I called Spahn to complain. He promised to take care of it, but as long as we lived there, I don't believe he did.

It was a hot day in April when I turned off the old Santa Susana Pass Road and drove the couple of miles to the Spahn property. There, under the broiling sun, a sagging "Movie Ranch" sign led into a dusty yard and a cluster of ancient buildings still sporting names such as Longhorn Saloon and Rock City Cafe. Two filthy horse wranglers eyed me as I stepped out briskly, juggling a 3-pound census satchel, my handbag, and a clipboard and pen.

"Where can I find Mr. Spahn?" I asked.

One of them pointed toward a building. I knocked on the door, and after a considerable delay, it was opened by a rather scruffy woman in a ragged skirt and man's shirt. I introduced myself and asked to see Mr. Spahn. She eyed me coldly for a moment and then stepped back, leaving the door ajar. I walked in.

The room was so dark that I couldn't see a thing at first. My other senses more than made up for the deficiency, however. There were smells--indescribable cooking smells, animal smells, dust. And there was a loud buzzing; flies were everywhere.

I eventually made out a round table in one corner that held the remains of a meal; amid the mess, two large cats sat scrounging tidbits. Along one wall was an old sofa on which a large saddle rested. And at the far end of the room, I could detect a stove and sink, both black with age and grime.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw two young women, who appeared to be cooking and eyeing me suspiciously. I could now distinguish the seated figure of George Spahn, sporting his cowboy hat and dark glasses, talking on the phone. The octogenarian, I noted, was still quite a handsome man.
The woman who had answered the door approached me, hands on hips. She was small, skinny and freckled, with red hair. She looked vaguely familiar. Had I seen her in town? (I later realized that this was probably Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme, who had been assigned by Manson to take care of Spahn, to be his eyes, his assistant, his bedfellow, and to report on all his conversations and ensure that no one got close enough to spoil the Family's setup at the ranch.)

The woman stared at me. "Whaddya want?" she asked.

I stated my business and she laughed derisively. The two girls who were cooking joined in. "You want my name?" the redhead said. "I'm Greta Garbo. And that's Marilyn Monroe," she said, pointing.
The door opened, and the two surly cowboys came in. "She's from the census," the skinny woman told them, and then said to me: "This here's Humphrey Bogart."

I was happy to remember my instructions: "You don't have to get the names of all those hippies up there. Just the permanent ones."

By now, Spahn had hung up the phone and I approached him.

"Mr. Spahn," I said, "I'm here to help you fill out your census form. I'll try to make it as brief as possible."

Spahn smiled and nodded, and I proceeded to ask him all the questions about himself and his living quarters. He answered willingly enough. The red-haired woman moved closer to him, fixing me with a cold stare.

While this was going on, more women and men entered the house. It was getting a bit crowded, not to mention fetid. I finished the questions about Spahn and his house and, having decided to narrow the other "permanent residents" down to one, I asked about the ranch hand.

Spahn didn't answer right away. The room was suddenly very still, except for the buzzing flies. I thought maybe he hadn't heard me.

"You have a ranch hand who lives here, don't you, Mr. Spahn? Is his name Shea?"

Something caused me to look up. The eyes of perhaps 10 people were all focused on me.

I had a sudden flash of what I represented to these people. Not the war-protesting, civil-rights-advocating liberal I believed myself to be, but a personification of the Enemy. I was someone of the generation from which they had cut all ties, a member of the Establishment and a person conducting a government survey who might just be a police spy. I thought of the Manson Family's epithet, PIG, written in blood at one of the murder sites, and I regretted my decision not to take a police escort.

After what seemed like a very long pause, Spahn answered, simply, that Shea wasn't there anymore. I hastily got Spahn's signature and, with trembling hands, put my materials in my satchel and turned to go.






Thursday, August 1, 2013

Celebrity Deathmatch!

Ah! Claymation at it's finest....The programs of yesteryear....were they not great? Now, this is what I call classic, good ol' fashion television fun! From the very, first, pilot episode, I bring you a "Celebrity Deathmatch!"








Wednesday, July 31, 2013

More Little Paul and Tecopa

Patty thought she'd squeeze one more post out of the cool photos that "Friend of the Blog" sent in. His notes read as follows:

Hanging out in the Snake Pit. (Patty's note: no, not that Snake Pit. This is different). L to R : Jonnie Watkins, Paul Watkins, Patty Mohn, Gary Mohn, Unk. Woman, "Tex" (Patty's note: no not that Tex. This is different too) and Bartender LeeAnn.


1980 Watkins Art Studio and Rock Shop. Downtown Tecopa, CA. Gary Mohn, Paul Watkins, Jonnie Watkins.

Pink Trailer Café, Tecopa Hot Springs, 1979 Vicky on break, enjoying Kay's Breakfast. In background: Gary Mohn and Paul Watkins.

Tecopa "Back in the Day"! Store, Gas Station and Paul Watkins' Jeep parked in front of the Old Tin Garage!
Patty supposes you could call these Paul's "Halcyon Days" between what came before and what happened afterwards. Paul died of cancer a decade later at what was still a very young age.





Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Barred From World He Loved, Just Getting By Is a Trial


"The man at the table has lived the last year in a Garden Grove motel. Before that, it was four years in a Costa Mesa motel. Now 28 years since the Manson trial, Irving Kanarek is 78 years old...He's had bouts with mental illness and cancer, but says he feels fine. He lives on Social Security and says he can't afford a car.

Amid the carnival-like atmosphere of the Manson trial, Kanarek was much more than a bit player. Although Bugliosi referred to Kanarek in his summation as "the Toscanini of tedium"....

He hasn't practiced since November of 1989 when, in his own words, "I flipped out." Beset by personal problems, Kanarek was admitted to the Harbor-UCLA Medical Center for psychiatric treatment.

He's uncertain how long he stayed there and says he then spent another couple years after his release in a "rest home." But by the time he regained his mental faculties, he says, he had lost his law practice and the State Bar paid out three claims against him from former clients totaling $40,500.

And he remains faithful to his most famous client: "Manson was a personable guy. He had nothing to do with those murders. The people who testified against him are all criminals"."

Read HERE

Thanks Rob C for the tip...






Monday, July 29, 2013

How Dare The Void Waste Ron Hughes?

*A little about Ron Hughes from various online sources.  According to vital records Ronald William Hughes was born March 16, 1935 in Los Angeles County.  The 1940 US Census says that he had one older brother and one younger sister.  His parents were named John and Anita and his father was employed as a draftsman in the oil industry.  They lived at 2807 Badan Ave. Los Angeles.

Ron was a Korean War veteran having served in the Army.  He graduated from UCLA.  He was admitted to the California Bar Association June 1969.   He was employed by the public defenders office and became acquainted with Manson while visiting him in jail.  He was Manson's attorney for a short time before becoming Van Houten's attorney.  The Manson case was literally Ron's first court case.



This is an article that appeared in the Los Angeles Free Press December 11, 1970, page 3.  It is NOT an article that is included in "The Charles Manson Report" compiled by the Freep and available for download at LSB3.com .  http://www.lsb3.com/search/label/Los%20Angeles%20Free%20Press%20-%20The%20Charles%20Manson%20Report  (This is a great resource and you should download it for future reference)

It's a wonderful tribute article to the man that was Leslie Van Houten's attorney.  Hughes body had not been found at the time this was written.

"HOW DARE THE VOID WASTE RON HUGHES?
Ed Sanders

We were returning from the Sespe Hot Springs area past the freshly oozed-together mounds of silt and the pink-ended living tree trunks scattered in the chaos of the river bed and the boulders pushed down the gorge by the idiot rain-flood, knowing that Ron Hughes, gentleman and friend, was dead.  In his honor, as we drove down the muddy road, we were violating H11 530 of the California penal code, filling our lungs with the sweet smoke of Ra.

The ardent cause of his death was an intense spew of rain, 12 inches in 18 hours, that caused a punk little creek to rise up and widen and sweep him off his feet as he attempted to carry some transcripts of the trial from his mud-marooned VW back to his camp.  Evidently he tried to ford the rising waters and God stomped his face.  In the incidence of those Boy Scout several years ago, some were washed down to the sea many miles away down Sespe Gorge to the Santa Clara River to the Oxnard confluence.  Thallata!!!  Thallata!!!

In a box in Ron's marooned VW, were several books, among them: Criminal Law and Its Processes, Attorney For  The Damned -- Clarence Darrow, The Death Penalty in America and a book on organic food structures.  He was sorely human, attired in his sharp suits from the MGM props sale of last summer, as the trial progressed and Judge Older slapped him into the slams for a jive contempt of court charge, and one observed him investigating and preparing his case.  His client, Leslie Van Houten, had the best chance to win her freedom and he was totally aware of it -- and he worked hard on her behalf.  He brought into court what seemed like half of the staff of the Patton State nut hatch wherein had recently resided Diane Lake, the chief witness against Miss Van Houten.  He brought the staff members into a court hearing to try to show that her mind was out to lunch as of being able to remember events during August 69 chop-time.  He transcribed hours of tapes of the various police interrogations of such as Danny De Carlo and Miss Lake (AKA Snake, Diane Bluestein and Diane E Mak), seeking data with which to save the life of his client.

He was not a robot; he took his time.  He had the greatest knowledge of dope-lore one has encountered.  It was thrilling to watch the jurors jotting down notes as Ron cross-examined Linda Kasabian about trimming the strychnine hairs off a peyote plant.

He had a great sense of humor, as when he described the jury, when asked by the media  just after the jury was "chosen", as being like a bad acid trip.  Or when he asked the Polanski maid, Mrs. Chapman, if Peter Sellers had made any calls to the Cielo Drive residence on August 8, 1969.  Or when he seriously discussed making pregnant, thru some sort of courtroom sperm transference, the female defendants, just before the penalty phase of the trial so as to arouse emotions of life and pity in the jury. 

He was a new form of radical lawyer.  There was one point last summer when he was going to wear a white toga (from MGM Ben Hur props, buddy) to court - but it was made apparent to him that Judge Older's mind was not dialed anywhere near such an event.

It was refreshing when he brought several of R Crumb's comic books, including  Snatch #2, into court for the girls to read.  He was a great guy, with no hostile edges.  I never heard him say a cruel word about anybody.

Last June he and I went together to Inyo to visit the Barker and Myers Ranch, talk to the local miners, and generally go on hole patrol.  We drove one of the automobiles from his West L.A. automobile graveyard - black hulk of impending desolation that severally he had parked by his house.  In the middle of the Mojave desert in the middle of the night: wshoomp! the hood of the Stude fell away and sailed into the night and we spent a bit of time scouring on the hood.  Later we walked all over Barker ranch area looking for lost dune buggies, hidden camps and the layout of Manson's last stand.  It was a marvel to see him stalking in his tennis shoes down desolate canyons speaking data into his tape recorder.  He was great.

The greatest tribute to Ron Hughes came from a close friend who has back packed into the Sespe Hot Springs area almost daily looking for signs of him.  Often he was carted around thru the mud in Ventura County Sheriff's vehicles as he searched.  In spite of the close proximity of the police, Ron's friend nevertheless carried with him a waterproof jar with some rolled Ra weed joints so that should he find Ron safe, he could rejoice and hold a communal ritual of happiness.

How dare the void waste Ron Hughes?"







Friday, July 26, 2013

Roman Polanski, Charles Manson, Judge Rittenband and wide spread corruption in American Courts

On the recent release of the original 1973 MANSON film on Limited Edition DVDs, the by-line reads: The HORRIFYING and SHOCKING story that never ends!! But that is certainly an understatement. With Roman Polanski's recent arrest in Switzerland, quite possibly a whole new chapter relating to the Tate / LaBianca massacre, will now be played out, One might question, how was the murder of Mr. Polanski's wife and child related to his statutory rape case, eight years later? Are certain people affected by a Manson curse? What similarities in the lives of Charles Manson and Roman Polanski have had an influence on each of their destinies? And why does it all have relevance to today?

First, to not consider that the early childhoods of both public figures had a profound effect on their adult directions, is just plain ignorant. While the young Charles Manson was nothing more than a throw-away child, bounced from American foster homes to so-called institutions for wayward boys, the young Polanski suffered at the hands of perhaps the most evil empire to ever have existed. Both of their early lives and later crimes must be studied in the proper context, in order for any intelligent discussion on the subject to even begin.

But already, battle lines are being drawn, mob mentality is setting in, and most everyone is taking one side or the other, so what is the real issue here? Just as in the Manson Murders case, the Prosecution paints a bleak picture of a depraved defendant. This is to ensure that the public will despise Polanski, even if he is released without serving further prison time. Contrary to popular belief, the practice of law is not about serving justice, but about winning at all costs. Shouldn't we be concerned about why Mr. Polanski fled the US?

While we now know that a specific Prosecutor lied in a documentary film, in order to affect the public's perception of certain aspects of the Polanski case, we may never realize the full effect of the judicial fraud put upon the once reputable legal system. That officers of the court, including a somewhat mentally challenged judge have rocked many people’s faith and belief in American justice, is perhaps the cruelest kind of rape. After all, the equitable and fair administration of justice is all that we the people have, that separates us from an uncivilized world.

Without question, Roman Polanski received a celebrity sweetheart plea deal and for Judge Rittenband to agree to it, well that's the advantage of having a high profile attorney on your side. But apparently, Polanski was not informed that while in the Judges' good graces, nothing more than doing only penance is acceptable. Instead, he was caught by a photographer at an Oktoberfest celebration and the photo found it's way into a newspaper. As far as the Court was concerned, he should have been making a movie and not enjoying any free time.

So a disturbed Los Angeles Prosecutor, who apparently took a special interest in Polanski's personal life, handed the newspaper, with Polanski's picture in it, to the bailiff in Rittenband's courtroom. He said, "Here, give this to the judge", knowing the picture would rub the judge the wrong way. Of course, that should have been the end of it, a childlike game between officers of the court, but when the judge saw the photo of Polanski out on the town, he blew it. Directly to a reporter from The Outlook he commented, "Screw the deal, he's going to state prison". Polanski's attorney found out and Polanski skipped the country. Of course, no honorable jurist would have reacted in such a disgraceful manner, but instead, would have called Polanski's attorney to appear before him in open court and then he would have questioned the attorney regarding the subject issue.

So now we have a very serious situation, where even the President of the United States should step in, as a lawyer, and demand that judicial reform, like healthcare reform be enacted immediately. Be assured, the Polanski matter is not an isolated situation. Judge Rittenband was 72 years old at the time of his dealings with Polanski and most likely dementia was already affecting his thinking. After Roman Polanski fled the states, the judge is known to have commented that he would stay on the bench until Roman was apprehended and that's personal, not related to the business of justice. As for Los Angeles Prosecution's, unethical conduct, how can any person now think that they can get a fair trial or equitable relief in any American courtroom?

There's no doubt but that Rittenband was a brilliant jurist in his younger days, but when his position of public trust became his personal weapon, the administration of justice was not only prejudiced, but sabotaged. Make no mistake, the entire system of American justice is slowing becoming exposed for its cracked foundation and crumbling structure. Actually, it can no longer be rightfully considered a system, but a game of cards where the dealers all have agendas of their own. You can ask any lawyer who practices in any courthouse in America and he can name the judges in his district who really shouldn't be wearing a black robe. Obviously, our founding fathers had no idea that old age can produce a demented mind. When US President Ronald Reagan, while still holding office developed dementia, absolutely nobody had any idea as to what to do. Thank God, things turned out okay.

In the new MANSON book you will discover much dishonesty and unethical game playing amongst the legal players in the Manson murders case, to the extent certain witnesses lied. Susan Atkins could have easily received a new trial. Unfortunately for her, a new trial could have put her back on death row. Now Mr. Polanski finds himself in a similar catch 22. To start anew, he would face multiple felony counts, instead of one lesser charge of having intercourse with a minor.

Should Polanski only have to serve out the remainder of his original 90 day evaluation sentence as that was the "deal" Judge Rittenband agreed upon? But then we the people will not get to see and judge for ourselves the full extent of America's judicial breakdown, as evidenced in the Polanski case?

There is no question that what Roman Polanski did to a thirteen year old girl is reprehensible. And what the Manson Gang did to Mr. Polanski's family defies most all forms of reason, but what two officers of the court, a Prosecutor and the Judge did to destroy the very credibility of the justice system should be considered treasonous.

So why don't we try to learn and understand how horrendous childhood experiences directly affect later life in certain people? No doubt, Judge Rittenband had some dark secrets in his closet and the prosecutor who ignited the whole Polanski legal fiasco, shouldn't he at least be subjected to a 90 day psychiatric evaluation. Otherwise, we are only left to understand that their actions were simply evil and the product of some sort of devil's curse.

Of course, if the Prosecution even senses that putting Polanski on trial will also cause its dirty laundry to be hung out in public, a "deal" will be made. The Federal Court gave Bernie Madoff a quick deal, in order to keep him quiet, thus, it's very likely Polanski will come out just fine. So then, you'll have to read the MANSON book, in order to understand more about how judicial gangsters are taking over American's legal system.

- Robert Hendrickson


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Thursday, July 25, 2013

Desert Sun (Brooks and Little Paul)

Recently uncovered photos of Little Paul, Brooks Poston and their band "Desert Sun." Thank you "Friend of the Blog," you know who you are.