Smelling the Coffee

 

This is for Abigail Folger.  John Kummer.  Steve Parent.  Leno LaBianca.  Rosemary LaBianca.  Voytek Frykowski.  Sharon Tate.  And her viable, un-born son.

I feel compelled to share my digestion of the weekend of 9 and 10 August 1969.  Because my intimate knowledge of those whom I suspect, makes for an educational and thought-provoking read.  They have been paying people to kill me for many years.  Only God determines the hour of my death.  They killed my cat though.  After a detailed examination by a veterinarian, it removes any doubt -- what these people are about.  I gottum down like a farmer knows his goats.  To God be the Glory.  In the Name of the Father, the Son and The Holy Ghost -- I rest my confidence.

Some write that Miss Folger was assassinated (one of their favorite words).  Others write murdered.  Assassinations involve military marksmen, mercenaries, hired bottom-feeders and government agents.  Any combination of these will work together.  Like the way demons work with human spirits of the damned to do the devil's dirt.

First I went looking for Abigail in the family plot (Oakland, CA).  Not there.  Buried at Holy Cross (Colma, CA) four days after the blood bath at Roman Polanski's house.  Abigail Folger and her boy friend spent a lot of time over there, house-sitting.  The Polanski's had a dog and kitten.  Folger was 25 and righteously courting a future husband.  I say that because he was broke and not doing well in tinsel town.  Giving it a go as a screen writer.  A degree in chemistry didn't make him a pharmacist.  But he was charming.  There was no other reason for her to be with him.  They were both Catholic.  Marriage was a glide track.  She had daddy's money and didn't need anyone else's.

I remember her every day when I take my first sip of coffee.  And now, for the first time, I am smelling it.  Abigail died young.  But first earned high marks in Catholic schools and Harvard.  She was a horseman and a good Christian girl who just happened to be a wealthy heiress.  And who met Voytek Frykowski through a mutual jewish friend. 

How convenient for Polanski, who said that he was giving Frykowski money to help him out.  Voytek was a class mate of Polanski's from back in Poland.  He left home to break into the movie business.  Being Catholic is not good for your career in hollywood.  Ask Mel Gibson and Mark Wahlberg. 

Then there was John Kummer with three strikes against him.  He came from a German Catholic family.  And spent too much time with his Irish Catholic ex-girl friend.  It should be telling that on Saturday Night Live, not many years later, they were lampooning Kummer as a social climber.  He was just a hard working boy who earned success in a fast-lane town.  So they resent and mock him for it.  Resentment and mockery are their hallmark.

Kummer and Tate were equally-yoked in the spirit.  But Kummer had been reduced to a bleeding heart admirer, after getting bumped out of the saddle by Polanski.  Who was directing Tate in The Fearless Vampire Killers.  Polanski also starred in this tacky shit show.  I saw it on the late-late (not late enough) show when I was a kid. 

It should be telling also -- that Polanski pimped Sharon Tate to Hugh Hefner for a photo spread in his magazine (Playboy 1967).  That stuff does not wash off.  Once a woman gets winkled out of her clothes for the camera, her good name is no more.  I can only imagine what her family thought of Polanski after that.

The photo spread was shot on the set of Polanski's vampire movie with Tate in character.  I have seen the photos.  They looked like they were taken after a day's shooting, when people have drinks and unwind.  She was in a bubble bath like the one in the movie.  It appeared to be the same movie set they used in the film.  She looked pleasantly tipsy.  This is a common trick for getting a girl out of her clothes.  Who doesn't know that but the young women it happens to -- then it's too late.

Penthouse was next.  But now she was pregnant.  It ruined any chance of more exploitation.  She promised that once she became a mother, she would quit the movie business.  Therefore, pimping her to sleazy magazines just came to a halt.  And so did more bimbo movie scripts.  No more bang out of this one.  

Her husband's true colours can be seen in a home movie.  It seems unlikely that she knew they were being filmed.  What Christian wife would submit to that?  Vincent Bugliosi made sure to mention it in a book he wrote with help from Curt Gentry (Helter Skelter, the #1 true crime best seller of all time).  How true it is remains to be proven.

In 1977, Polanski got caught drugging a 13 year old girl and taking advantage of her.  Samantha Gailey was her name.  This is why he cannot come to the U.S.  He fled the country and found asylum in France.  He is a fugitive in this country.  A man who pimps young women to sleazy magazines is the tip of an ice berg.  Slipping drugs to a young girl so he can have sex with her -- is not okay.  I don't care how many birds-of-a-feather buddies he has in hollywood.

Kummer bought the zeitgeist before he bought the farm.  Enough good grass will do that for you.  It was the swingin' sixties just like the commies wanted.  A blade that cut both ways for Polanski -- in that Kummer was spending time at his house while he was away.  Heck, was that baby even his?  It would be a generation before DNA testing could find out.  Kummer had to be a burr under the saddle.  He was 30 times better looking and wore tighty-whitey swim trunks.  Still in Sharon's hair.  Literally.  Kummer was a hair-dresser.

He was a barber in his Navy hitch -- four years during the Korean War.  After he got out, he went to beauty school and parlayed his craft into a lucrative business.  It was a showcase for his talent.  What he did with Jim Morrison's lilting, curly hair was a master piece.  The list is long for more of that.  He had to open a second salon and train a bigger staff.  Hollywood flocked to his gifted hands.  That does not make him a social climber.  It just makes him good at what he does.

Roman Polanski was in London the night somebody killed all the Catholics in his house.  So they pin it on Charlie Manson and a few doped-up hippies.  Are you kidding me?  The whole thing reads lame.   It clunks like recreational murders they pin on Mexican boys who can't speak English.  Little indigenos who are as illegal as they are illiterate.  Clueless, they get dragged off to prison.  Covering the ass of a snuff-party pervert.

How else would all these lurid photographs make it into the public domain?  Along with slab shots of JFK and Collette MacDonald.  No law suits from the families.  Why not?  Doesn't that point to "who dunnit." You can easily find crime scene photos on the internet.  And autopsy reports.  These are viciously guarded and kept from the public in most cases.  For matters of decorum and medical protocol.  But not for these people.  Why not?  I believe it is for the convenience and perusing pleasure of somebody with a glass of cognac in one hand and cigar in the other.  That ain' gonna be your jail birds.

Who is breaking a sweat trying to control your internet?  Who bottle-necks your social media?  Who owns your social media?  Who penalizes you for expressing your opinion on their servers?  Who sends the eff bee eye to your house for it?  Who controls your local police and all the three letter guys?  Who imprisons people in Europe for expressing doubt about the hollow cost? 

I believe Charlie Manson was like one of those scape-goat Mexicans.  Except he wasn't illegal.  And he could speak English.  The photos of him that appear criminally insane -- look like speed and mescaline to me.  Once in jail, they got you by the ass.  And can drug you with anything they like.  Then snap a photo. 

After long enough in an empty concrete cell, you will sign anything.  It is easy to get people to crack.  Just keep them in there long enough without food, water and sleep.  If they smoke cigarettes, so much the better.  People will say anything you want for the camera.  Like that stuff from Susan Atkins, for example.  She looked fried out of her mind.  Drugs are handy for that.  Like the dope they inject you with just before surgery.  Benzodiazepines make you pliable, obedient and disconnect your fight or flight response.  Charlie and friends appear to have been heavily drugged while in custody.  And then framed. 

How hard would it be to convince drifty hippie girls that they blacked out on a bad trip?  Under long duress and pressure.  "Sign here, and we'll let you go pee and have a cigarette."  Gettum high enough and tellum they are auditioning for a movie.  This was, after all, Los Angeles.  There are so many ways of smelting a "confession" out of innocent people.  Drugs, hypnosis, duress, torture.  Then you can make them prison place-holders.  No independent journalist will ever get near them.

Since "some people" are notoriously two-bird, this way they take care of Charlie's hippy colony breeding like rabbits over at the old Spahn Ranch.  And fix what's ailing Mr. Movie Director at the same time.  No oscar's yet for his satanic movies, but he should have gotten one for his performance at the funeral.  There were the numerous, obligatory interviews.  Never seen an eye so dry.

Common scenarios apply.  There are many reasons men have for wanting to kill their wives.  Infidelity is one.  And who can blame them.  During Nixon's term in office, they were tapping white house phones.  How bigga stretch would it be for Roman Polanski to have that done to his house.  No man likes to be called a cuckold.  Ego's are big in hollywood.  Swingin' sixties or no swingin' sixties.  Those yellow press journalists rode around in helicopters to see whose car was parked in whose driveway.  People talk. 

The press are voracious mako's.  This feeding frenzy went on for decades.  They like train wrecks, wars, catastrophes, massacres and mayhem.  Because it sells papers, movies, books, magazines and slanted TV shows.  They get a million miles out of dead movie stars and Princess Diana's.  I am of the firm belief that when things are peaceful for too long, they hire thugs to murder people so they can write about it.

Does this sound like a guilty man to you:  https://youtu.be/dAdpMdYrRrI    I believe that Manson was behind the Tate/LaBianca murders like I believe Osama bin Laden was behind 9/11.  I believe Dr. Jeff MacDonald slaughtered his family like I believe Germany killed millions of Roman Polanski's.  Some things are just enormous lies.  And they fly because of what a famous man once wrote, "People will believe the bigger lies, because they refuse to believe that someone could tell that big of a lie."  Human nature is predictable.  Consider it a weakness.

They tell so many lies they can't keep 'um straight.  When I was a kid in junior high, I cracked that book of Vincent Bugliosi's.  Convoluted, lame and elaborate tales of how and why a group of homeless hippies suddenly went on a sophisticated mission to kill people they did not know.  You could smell the baloney for miles.  But I was a wide-eyed kid who swallowed it with the rest of the world. 

Memorized the whole shee'bang.  Ain' a kid no more.  That stuff read like damage control.  Recently got on the net and read a whole new generation of cock and bull.  By a whole new generation of bull-shitters.  None of today's lies remotely match the ones in Bugliosi's book.  Liars always forget their lies.  That's why Mark Twain wrote, "If you never tell a lie -- you never have to remember anything."  Because truth resides in long term memory.  Lies do not. 

Like today's random domestic terrorism, anybody who sees it has to die.  That is why they end up shooting so many people.  And why they shot Steven Earl Parent.  He just happened up the driveway and saw them.  And just happened to be Catholic.  This was a massacre of Catholics.  Because everyone at this address was Catholic.  And so were Rosemary and Leno LaBianca who got butchered the following night.

It breaks my heart to hear the post-mortem smear jobs floating around about Steve Parent after all these years.  He was an 18-year-old boy, still living with mom and dad.  They say that he had homosexual tendencies and was out on a "booty-call" the night he died.  And that he had a police record for stealing electronics.

The devil knows us by our feel.  Like we know him.  And so do his people.  Because they are all plugged into him.  And his lusts they will do.  Like we are plugged into the Holy Spirit.  Leave it to those whom Jesus called "children of the devil."  The father of lies is their daddy.  And was a murderer from the beginning.  Why would they say anything good about Christian souls?

So.  They stabbed Abigail Folger to death.  The poe leece noted her red night gown the next morning.  But it was actually white.  They tortured John Kummer and Sharon Tate.  Who was 8 and 1/2 months pregnant.  They made sure to ugly-up Kummer and bash his face in.  Was that a love note from Polanski?

They hate Germans almost as much as Catholics, Muslims, Russians and Greeks.  Abigail's mother was an El Salvadorian patrician who married a coffee tycoon.  https://youtu.be/wggAiEnQAvo

Kummer's fake hollywood name was Jay Sebring.  That hokey movie Shampoo was a post-mortem smear job.  Like he was supposed to be a sleazy rounder.  They couldn't make him a homosexual.  I think he was in love with Sharon Tate until he died.  She was supposed to have been his bride.  Kummer was in high demand because he was good at an honest day job.  Who in hollywood can say that?

The only thing Kummer and company got wrong was to think that because they were popular, the world was their friend.  Who could hate them?  Who would harm them?  Why have a gun in the house?  Why lock the doors?  Kummer had a bullet hole to go with the rest of his wounds.  They made sure nobody would open his coffin.  You should'a hadda pistol, Johnny. 

House full of sitting ducks with cut telephone lines.  And dope-smokin' Tex Watson was supposed to know the location of and the difference between an electricity box and a telephone box.  In the dark.  And just happen to have the right tool to cut the line with like he does this for a living.  How likely is that.

Those who did the killing knew what kind of knife to use.  It takes a big one to stab through a sternum and into the heart.  Somebody knew their anatomy.  And appears to have done this kind of work before.  With more muscle than a girl would have.  The autopsy reports are proudly displayed.  Complete with slab shots.  One in particular is beyond the pale.  What has Abigail Folger done to deserve this gross indignity?  One and a half inch blade, four inches deep. 

Keep guns in your house, people.  Where you can gettum fast.  And teach your kids how to shoot.  Daddy taught me early and told me never to point a gun at anyone  -- I did not plan on killing.  Before leaving for Europe, Daddy gave me a loaded pistol and said to sleep with it under my pillow until he got back.  My sister and I would be alone in the house for weeks.  In an old farm house with no neighbors for miles.  Daddy said, "If anybody comes through that door, you kill that son-of-a-bitch."  And I said "yes sir."  If you go to movies, malls, crowded venues or wall mart, you should carry a pistol.  Our times make the wild, wild west look tame.

As a parting shot, I took honours history and stellar astronomy.  Everything they taught me was a lie.  Therefore, what from the media could be true?  The same people who own and run the media, published all my college text books.  The sources for what I wrote can be found in the public domain.