I was sent an Op Ed Piece written by Stevie Cameron this morning. (Thanks Wayne!) We’re about to mark yet another National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women.
Stevie Asks, “Have we forgotten the dead?”
It’s an excellent article, as per usual for Ms. Cameron. However it was the public discussion that followed her op-ed that inspired me to actually sign up with the Globe & mail so I could comment.
I’ve read a few comments from men who are feeling villainized due to the continuing debate about who’se responsible for violence against women. I’ve read that they are sick of being generalized as more violent than women, and less peaceful. I want to assure these men, I agree with them. The violence going on is the responsibility of all of us, male and female. Remember, would Pickton have been so successful if he didn’t have women help him lure other women to the farm? Would Garrido have been successful in keeping Jaycee Dugard as a sex slave if he hadn’t had the help of his wife Nancy? Would Paul Bernardo have graduated from raping to killing had he not hooked up with Karla? I want those men and men like them who are feeling hurt by these current conversations to consider how violence perpetrated by men against women victimizes everyone, including innocent and peaceful men. I want them to consider how their feelings of being villianized is part of the fallout of societal violence. I would like these sad and possibly angry men to look past their own pain and realize they are not alone. That they are our brothers, fathers, son’s, husbands, lovers and friends. And we need you.
Thank You Stevie for this wonderful op-ed piece.
Hazel.
For the whole letter follow the link…
The revised and expanded version of PRONOIA is lusher and plusher because it benefited from the personal adventures that ramped up my understanding of pronoia these last few years, as well as from all the mojo that my readers blessed me with as they told me about their experiences with pronoia.
Shall I say more about those personal adventures that ramped up my understanding of pronoia? This isn’t yet the time and place to go into them in detail, but I’ll mention one part of the process.
In the last few months of working on the original edition of PRONOIA back in 2005, I kept getting ever-more inquisitive telepathic messages from my future self. He said to me, in effect, “This is quite useful information you’re setting down in your book, my young friend Rob, but are you . . . uh . . . shall we say . . . . truly ready to live your life by the fine and noble principles you are espousing?”
The truth is, I knew I wasn’t completely ready, and I told my future self that. I knew that the whole project of me working on the book was a classic case of the teacher having to learn the very lessons he wanted to teach. Even though I’d spent years meditating on and experimenting with memes like crafty optimism, ingenious compassion, and the art and science of cultivating happiness, when the book came out in 2005 I was far from a master of any of that good stuff.
For example, I was still plagued by many of the usual personal fears that we’re all tormented by; I still suffered from the bad habit of criticizing the world more than I praised it; I was still susceptible to the paranoid fantasies about civilization collapsing that are part of the air we all breathe.
The good news is that I really have made progress in the four years since the first edition of PRONOIA came out. I read my own book, practiced its recommendations, played with its riddles, and in response changed the way I thought and felt and lived.
And so, hallelujah, as of the fall equinox of 2009, I have developed significant new skills in creating happiness for myself. I have a more resilient and robust — I almost want to say a more teasing and mischievous — relationship with my fears, so that even if I feel them gnawing at my heart, I don’t necessarily believe wholeheartedly in the visions they try to scare me with. That, to me, is a triumph.
Maybe most importantly, I have fully integrated into my emotional body one of the central ideas I articulate in PRONOIA. That idea is this: Civilization may be unraveling in a lot of areas; some of its structures may be collapsing; but it is also in the midst of a tremendous upheaval of creativity — a flood of innovation and genius and love pouring out of millions upon millions of people — a Great Awakening that is far louder and stronger and more interesting than the sleepy resignation and corrosive maliciousness and ignominious decline that the media prefers to focus on.
I still have a long way to go — am maybe 78% practicing what I preach today, as compared to 57% when the 2005 edition of PRONOIA came out. But it feels good to be doing the work of getting more and more in alignment with my ideals.
To close this message, here’s a word of encouragement. I really mean what I’m about to say, and am not just acting disingenuously humble: If an ex-cynic and angry rebel like me could figure out how to ripen into the ideas of pronoia, making them a part of my actual lived experience from day to day — and without muffling my discernment or losing my appreciation for the inherent paradoxical nature of everything — then I think pretty much anyone can.
horoscopes for week of December 3, 2009
When Carolee Schneeman was a kid, her extravagant adoration of nature earned her the nickname “mad pantheist.” Later, during her career as a visual artist, she described her relationship with the world this way: “I assume the senses crave sources of maximum information, that the eye benefits by exercise, stretch, and expansion towards materials of complexity and substance.” I hope that you’re attracted to that perspective right now, Aries. To be in most productive alignment with the cosmic rhythms, you should be in a state of nearly ecstatic openness, hungry to be stretched — like a mad pantheist.
“Dear Rob: Last night my son and I were star-gazing. When we focused on the constellation Cassiopeia, an owl started hooting. Then a brilliant shooting star zipped by as a huge bat flew right over our heads. Was this a bad omen? Bats are creepy — associated with vampires. And in Greek mythology Cassiopeia got divine punishment because she bragged that she and her daughter were more beautiful than the sea god’s daughters. But I don’t know, maybe this blast of odd events was a good omen. Owls are symbols of wisdom and shooting stars are lucky, right? What do you think? Are we blessed or cursed? -Spooked Taurus.” Dear Spooked: The question of whether it’s good or bad luck is irrelevant. Here’s what’s important: You Tauruses are in a phase when the hidden workings of things will be shown to you — the mysterious magic that’s always bubbling below the surface but that is usually not visible.
Gemini (May 21-June 20)
The week ahead will be a ripe time to pull off magic reversals. May I suggest that you try to transform dishwater greys into sparkling golds? Or how about recycling the dead energy of a lost cause in such a way as to generate raw fuel for a fresh start? I’m confident, Gemini, that you’ll be able to discover treasure hidden in the trash, and that you’ll find a way to unleash the creative zeal that has been trapped inside polite numbness. Now ponder this riddle, please: Do you think there’s any mystical significance in the fact that the word “stressed” is “desserts” spelled backwards?
Need more help deciphering the riddles and enigmas that fuel your destiny? Listen to your EXPANDED AUDIO HOROSCOPE.
Lately you remind me of the person Robert Hass describes in his poem “Time and Materials”: “someone falling down and getting up and running and falling and getting up.” I’m sending you my compassion for the times you fall down, and my admiration for the times you get up, and my excitement for the times you run. It has probably become clear to you by now that the falling down isn’t a shameful thing to be cursed, but rather is an instrumental part of the learning process that is teaching you marvelous secrets about getting back up and running.
No one knows you better than you do, but maybe I can help you dig up even more self-knowledge. Listen to your EXPANDED AUDIO HOROSCOPE.
“I burn for no reason, like a lantern in daylight,” writes poet Joseph Lease. I think that’s a succinct formulation of one of your central issues, Leo. Burning for no reason, like a lantern in the daylight, can be the cause of either failure or success for you, depending on subtle differences of emphasis. This is how it can be failure: When you’re mindlessly and wastefully burning through your prodigious reserves of fuel without any concern for the benefits it may provide you and others. This is how it can be success: When you are exuberant and self-disciplined in shining your light and radiating your warmth just because it feels so good and so right and so healthy, and without any thought about whether it’s “useful” to anyone.
What better adventure is there than learning about your soul’s code? For more hints, listen to your EXPANDED AUDIO HOROSCOPE.
In one of his short poems, John Averill describes a scene that I think captures the essence of your current astrological omens: “Today is the day of the photo of moonrise over Havana in a book on a shelf in the snowbound cabin.” Here’s a clue about what it means: The snowbound cabin is where you are right now in your life. The moonrise over Havana is where you could be early in 2010. How do you get there from here?
Got enough clues to chew on for now? If you need more, listen to your EXPANDED AUDIO HOROSCOPE, where I go further in exploring your mysteries.
An estuary is a bay where the salt water of a sea mixes with the fresh water of rivers. These days you remind me of such a place. You are two-toned, Libra. You’re dual-purpose and double-tracked. You’re a hybrid blend of the yes and the no, the give and the take, the extravagant and the traditional. And somehow this has been working out pretty well for you. You’re not so much a dysfunctional contradiction as an interesting juxtaposition. You’re not being crushed by a squeeze of opposites so much as you’re getting massaged by the oscillating throbs of complementary influences. Keep doing what you’ve been doing, only more so.
For more help in understanding your relationship with the game of life, tune in to your EXPANDED AUDIO HOROSCOPE.
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Big shiny egos with flashy tricks may be mucking around in everyone’s business, calling narcissistic attention to themselves as they pretend to do noble deeds. Meanwhile, I hope you’ll be doing the hard, detailed work that must be done to serve the greater good — quietly and unpretentiously improving people’s lives without demanding major tribute. That approach will stir up some sleek, silky karma that will come in handy when you undertake the building of your masterpiece in 2010.
Would you like further inspiration as you strive to make the most of life’s opportunities? Listen to your EXPANDED AUDIO HOROSCOPE.
“Dear Rob: I love to be proven wrong. That’s not an ironic statement. I actually get excited and feel creative when I acquire new information that shows me I’ve been operating under a misunderstanding. One of my very favorite life moments occurs when I am convincingly liberated from a negative opinion I’ve been harboring about someone. As you can tell, I’m quite proud of this quality. The way I see it, emotional wealth and psychological health involve having so much self-respect that I don’t need to be right all the time. -Sagittarian Freedom Fighter.” Dear Freedom Fighter: Thanks for your testimony. The capacity you described is one that many Sagittarians will be poised to expand in 2010. And this is an excellent week for them to start getting the hang of it.
What exactly are you looking for? It’s possible my EXPANDED AUDIO HOROSCOPE could give you additional help in figuring that out.
In an early version of the tale of Pinocchio, friendly woodpeckers chiseled his nose back to its original size after it had grown enormous from his incorrigible lying. From a metaphorical perspective, Capricorn, a comparable development may soon occur in your own life. A benevolent (if somewhat rough) intervention akin to the woodpeckers’ assistance will shrink an overgrown, top-heavy part of your attitude, allowing you to proceed to the next chapter of your story with streamlined grace.
Want to hear more about the subconscious factors and hidden forces that are influencing your life? Listen to your EXPANDED AUDIO HOROSCOPE.
“There is light enough for those who wish to see,” wrote French philosopher Blaise Pascal, “and darkness enough for those of the opposite disposition.” I’m hoping you will align yourself with the first group in the coming week, Aquarius. More than ever before, what you choose to focus on will come rushing in to meet you, touch you, teach you, and prompt you to respond. Even if all the smart people you know seem to be drunk on the darkness, I encourage you to be a brave rebel who insists on equal time for the light.
To further explore the ripening challenges and blessings in your life, tune in to your EXPANDED AUDIO HOROSCOPE.
White dwarfs are small and extremely dense stars. They’re typically no bigger than the Earth but as heavy as the sun. You currently have a resemblance to one of those concentrated balls of pure intensity. I have rarely seen you offering so much bang for the buck. You are as flavorful as chocolate mousse, as piercing as the scent of eucalyptus, as lustrous as a fireworks display on a moonless night. Personally, I’m quite attracted to your saucy and zesty emanations, and I think most people with strong egos will be. But some underachievers with lower self-esteem may regard you as being more like astringent medicine. My advice: Gravitate toward those who like you to be powerful.
M.O.W.
My favorite Bitch is up to more mis-chef,
by recruiting all fans to Facebook, Nadia G has big plans to feed the world! I know, I know we’ve heard this one before. Unlike the Vatican scheme of not so long ago, this idea is down to earth, practical, and cheap!
So go ahead be friendly, nurture the needy, learn how to cook! Join Bitchen Kitchen’s fan list on Facebook and feel good about yourself!
Maybe I’ll see you there, Bon Apetite!
I’ve always been partial to Animal. There’s just something about those bad boy drummers… Enjoy!
Well I’m back from my vacation and the news of the world has got me down.
I’ve been frantically trying to catch up on my work duties since I got back but today I found myself shirking my duties to take a wee little more personal time. I’m still in my PJ’s and its almost time to get dinner on. I knew better than to surf for news items today. SO! Looking for some nourishment of the silly kind. I allowed myself to wrap myself up in my favorite blanky, drink lots of belly hugging hot liquids, and play. I have finished three new necklaces after a short dry spell yaaayyy! I’m working on a fourth: feather of raven, crystals of Swarovski, organza of the silk kind and velvet. Gawgeous dahling!
This evening I powered up Lola for a little web time and discovered Synchronicity working her bizarre majic in my life once again.
Not only is This bitch back So is Nad! And just in time. Who’s Nad? She’s the colorful host of… (and by colorful I mean Pink to the eye, Blue to the ear) Bitchin’ Kitchen, only the best cooking show on the planet! She offers simple advice, or ‘Nadvice’ the kind of cooking tips your mother might have taught you if her mother had any idea of how to work a stove top.
Today’s webisode was uploaded 6 days ago. (As I’ve said I’ve been off line a while.) She discusses the joy of knives. But, it’s not just advice this moxynoxious vixen whips up, she’s got terrific recipes such as Rehab Ravioli, Splitsville Salad, Anxiety Chicken Noodle (a personal favorite of mine). Word to the squeamish, if you have a soft spot for poultry this may be too much for you to see.
Oh how I’d love to see her Face off with Hell’s Kitchen’s Chef Ramsey.
Anyhoo, went over to tweet my excitement over Bitchin Kitchen’s return and discovered Nad is on Twitter. She’s also launched Bitchinlifestyle.tv So now I’m following her and you can too! On second thought, how scary for Nad. Oh Well she’s got the Minghia’s to deal with it.
Minghia? A new Word of the day to add to my multilingual list of ahem, “bits”.
Whoopie and Laura Engles coming out in support of Roman Polanski took the whoosh outta me. Patrick Swayze’s gone, Phillip Garrido wrote a letter to the media claiming J.C. (sic) is having her ‘civil rights’ violated by the system, yet another Roman Catholic Bishop has been arrested for having child porn (on his laptop no less) and yet another woman has vanished from a Canadian town.
Egad! I’m going back to bed.
Swiss police arrest Polanski
File photo of director Roman Polanski at a presention of his musical ‘Tanz der Vampire’ (‘Dance of the Vampires’) in Oberhausen on Sept. 29, 2008. Ina Fassbender/Reuters
- Director Roman Polanski was arrested by Swiss police for possible extradition to the United States for having sex in 1977 with a 13-year-old girl, authorities said Sunday.
- Polanski fled the U.S. in 1978, a year after pleading guilty to unlawful sexual intercourse with the underage girl.
- Polanski has faced a U.S. arrest request since 1978 and has lived for the past three decades in France, where his career has continued to flourish. He received a directing Oscar in absentia for the 2002 movie “The Pianist.” He was not extradited from France because his crime reportedly was not covered under the U.S.’s treaties with the country.
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Director taken into custody after flying in to accept award at Zurich Film Festival, faces extradition to United States for having sex with underage girl more than 30 years ago
She’s Just 14, was a song written in 1976 by John Phillips for his daughter Mackenzie Phillips. It featured on the lately released album “Pussycat”. The album was recorded in 1976 with Rock God’s Mick Jagger and Keith Richards. It was supposed to be John’s “Coming Out” album, celebrating his new solo career after the demise of the beloved hippie band, “The Mama’s and Papa’s.”
You may notice the 15th line is now the title for Mackenzie Phillips new, shocking, tell all book about her life with Papa John.
Rock aficionado’s have been debating for decades over the reasons why this highly anticipated album was never properly brought to light. Keith and his devoted occultist wife were arrested in Toronto on drug charges, possession of Heroin with the purpose to traffic. Mick, the ever vigilant venture capitalist was perplexed over the album’s lack of progress with only 6 tracks actually laid. And of course there was the unfortunate bedside suicide of Keith’s witchy spouse’s teen lover. Despite rumors of a deadly game of post coital Russian roulette, Anita Pallenberg was acquitted of culpability when zero proof could be found to place her in the bedroom at the time of her young lover’s death. Unfortunately the teen son of Kieth and Anita was at home during the incident. Of course John Phillips own descent into his madness and drugs played a key role in Pussycat’s inability in coming to light during his lifetime.
I can’t help but wonder whether the auto biographical content of John’s album “Pussycat” was the real deal breaker here. It’s an obvious thought what with such a song called She’s Only 14, written about his own kid. The album from which this delightful ditty came is called Pussycat, featuring a song of the same name that goes a little something like this…
My pussy cats closed up nice and tight
They closed my porno shop last night
Guess I’ll stroll down to my topless
Have a little lunch watch the kids undress, I know them all, I know their names.
Mackenzie Phillip’s recent revelations about the nature of the relationship between herself and her drug addled “tortured” dad has been the catalyst of an intense and serious debate about incest in the public sphere. I for one am filled with shock and awe over Mack’s bombshell accounts of her first memory of being raped by her father. “Rape?” He replied when she brought it up later on, “Do you mean that time we made love?”
Excuse me while I yack. And please excuse Mackenzie for slipping into a life long black out in a bid to find relief. Hell if she can forgive her father, can we not forgive her?
Mackenzie only became aware of her father’s sexual abuse of her at the age of 18, Mackenzie writes, “I had tons of pills, and Dad had tons of everything too. Eventually I passed out on Dad’s bed. My father was not a man with boundaries. He was full of love, and he was sick with drugs. I woke up that night from a blackout to find myself having sex with my own father. Had this happened before? I didn’t know. All I can say is it was the first time I was aware of it. For a moment I was in my body, in that horrible truth, and then I slid back into a blackout.”
Seeing as Mackenzie had been taught to roll a joint at ten, began smoking pot around that time, was snorting coke by twelve and eventually graduated to heroine with the aid of her father, teaching her how to tie off, where to poke the needles etc, it’s very conceivable this poor woman had been abused during drug induced euphoria’s many many times before. Hell, the lyrics of she’s only 14 support that theory. Further more, with my apologies to Mackenzie this love ballad from Pops describes something even more insidious than having sexual relations with one’s father. Yeah you read that right even more insidious! Being pimped out by ones parent.
She “did it” in a limousine car
She dated pop stars
But she is always too nice to the driver
She says James have you had your supper
And she’s always too high on arrival
The most powerful words I ever heard fly past the lips of Mackenzie Phillips. “Your father is supposed to protect you not F you!” Having been spoken on the set of the incomparable Oprah Winfrey, the statement bold as it was aired minus the satisfying guttural click at the end of this five lettered amuse bouche.
Lets not forget Micks now infamous words during his seduction of Mack after she turned 18, and therefore “legal”, “I’ve wanted to do this since you were ten.”
One thing is certain, whether or not the public will accept Mackenzie’s truth or not, whether we will forgive her for airing her famous families dirty secrets in public or not, whether we will forgive her for undoing our nostalgic love affair with the music of the Mama’s and The Papa’s, whether we will forgive her for doing the unthinkable … forgiving her abuser, or not… Mackenzie has found the fount of healing, and that is the fount of forgiveness. Kudo’s Mackenzie! You’ve now become one of my personal hero’s.
Oh as an aside, thanks to Limewire I can tell you She’s Only 14, was re-released only ONE DAY after Mackenzie’s appearance on Oprah. Read the press released as written and delivered by the publicist of John Phillip’s portfolio Here.
She’s Just 14 Lyrics
She’s just 14 – little movie star queen
There isn’t much she hasn’t seen
She “did it” in a limousine car
She dated pop stars
Hey Rainbow Hair, say that’s no where
But she always says
I’m just a sexy trash can
But she’s just a little girl, who thinks like a man
And sometimes her Daddy’s spoiled her
Sometimes he treated her rough
Sometimes she’s gentle
Sometimes she’s tough
But she is always too nice to the driver
She says James have you had your supper
And she’s always too high on arrival
And she runs on her high platform heels
And she falls flat on her face and she knows how life feels
She got the moves, yeah she got looks
She got the style, she’s read all the books
And nobody got her on her hooks
She’s on a real smooth trip, yes a real smooth trip
She’s always too nice to the driver
She says James have you had your supper
And she’s always too high on arrival
And she runs on her high platform heels
And she falls flat on her face and she knows how life feels
I see her sipping her Thunderbird wine (Lola Thunder(bird) is shocked by this line in particular. My poor widdow bird!)
Wonderin’ if she’s the last word in space and time
And she knows she is, She’s so pleased to discover
She’s so hip. She’s on a smooth trip.
Well she’s always too nice to the driver
She says James have you had your supper
And she’s always too high on arrival
And she runs on her high platform heels
And she falls flat on her face and she knows how life feels.
PS: I was curious about the line Thunderbird Wine and looked into it.
http://www.bumwine.com/tbird.html
from Bum Wine dot com
17.5% alc. by vol. On Average wine generally has an alcohol content of 9%–16%
The history of Thunderbird is as interesting as the drunken effects the one experiences from the wine. When Prohibition ended, Ernest Gallo and his brothers Julio and Joe wanted to corner the young wine market. Earnest wanted the company to become “the Campbell Soup company of the wine industry” so he started selling Thunderbird in the ghettos around the country. Their radio adds featured a song that sang, “What’s the word? / Thunderbird / How’s it sold? / Good and cold / What’s the jive? / Bird’s alive / What’s the price? / Thirty twice.” It is said that Ernest once drove through a tough, inner city neighborhood and pulled over when he saw a bum. When Gallo rolled down his window and called out, “What’s the word?” the immediate answer from the bum was, “Thunderbird.”
Can’t wait to see this movie. From Katherine Monk:
On its deeply saturated surface, this Vancouver-spun horror movie looks and behaves like any other film in the genre: The central character is a nubile sex object who gets sliced and diced by a group of men eager to experience the occult and satanic torture.
Ahhhh A slasher flick written by a woman, directed by a woman and starring women!
In a world where women’s bodies are slashed and splashed across the silver screen as gory props for some psychotic drooling psychopath, this movie promises to be a refreshing change.
Moral of the story if any? Well I have to wait to see the movie but I’d say at second glance: when men gang bang a women, they are literally raising hell.
I hear the soundtrack is off the hook!
Here’s one of my favorite tracks. Violet By Hole!
The next time you’re sitting around the dinner table debating whether or not Nancy Garrido is a victim of Phillip Garrido, consider this…
The first international report into the scope of human trafficking, published yesterday, found a disproportionate number of female perpetrators, more than in any other crime, selling other women into slavery in countries including Australia.
Remember who it was that hung out the banged up sedan and snatched Jaycee right in front of her step dad’s eyes, a raven haired, hollow eyed woman. Who ‘took care’ of Jaycee when Garrido was imprisoned in the 90’s?
Please read Women, The New Pimps in The Sex Trafficking Trade
Dear readers I’ve been speculating in a few previous posts about connections between the kidnapping of Johnny Gosch, Michaela Garecht and Jaycee Dugard.
I’ve recently received credible information that throws serious doubt on the validity of both these composites.
- Briefly, Johnny Gosch was a 13 year old paper boy who disappeared from Iowa on September 5th 1982.
- Michaela Garecht was abducted on November 19 1988 from Sunshine Market in Hayward California. She was 9 years old at the time of her abduction.
- And Jaycee Dugard was taken from a school bus stop while in the morning of June 10th from South Lake Tahoe California.
- These and other stranger abductions of little girls from the area can be viewed at my maps, HERE.
The second two cases have obvious similarities, which law enforcement is vigorously investigating. Both children were adorable school girls who bear a striking resemblance; Blond hair, big Blue eyes and toothy grin’s. They really could be sisters or cousins. Both were taken from within a 3 hour radius of the Garrido Home. Both children’s abductions were witnessed. A description of the getaway car was obtained in both cases. A composite sketch of a kidnapper was created in both cases. In Michaela’s case, the abductor was a Caucasian male, had long hair and a pockmarked face. Michaela was thrown into the back seat of a boxy, 4 door sedan. It was banged up and a tannish gold color. In Dugard’s case the abduction was accomplished by a team, “possibly a man and a woman”, Tony Probyn Jaycee’s Step father helped create a composite of the woman who did the actual snatching of Jaycee, an image of a raven haired hollow eyed woman, who looks suspiciously like Nancy Garrido. Mr. Probyn’s description of the car is eerily similar to the description given of the car used in Michaela’s abduction. In fact when the Garrido’s home was raided Michaela’s child hood friend and witness to her abduction spied the brown car owned by the Garrido’s and immediately called Michaela’s mother exclaiming the car was the one and the same that whisked Michaela out of their lives.
There is no doubt in my mind that Phillip Garrido was the second person seen by Mr. Probyn during the abduction of Jaycee. There is no doubt in my mind that Nancy Garrido was the woman who actually grabbed Jaycee off the street. There is very little doubt in my mind that the car used in both Michaela and Jaycee’s abduction is the car discovered at the Garrido home.
What bothers me is how the composite of Michaela’s abductor could be a dead ringer for the abductor of Johnny Gosch.
I’ve recently received credible information that throws serious doubt on the validity of both these composites.
The composite used in Johnny’s case was already in existence! As the suspect in Michaela Garecht’s disappearance. What is new news to me is that while the eye witness gave an excellent description of both the suspect and the car, she did not work on the composite alongside the artist. The sketch artist was the wife of an investigating officer. The witness has since stated she did not know the eye color of the suspect and that the coloring is wrong, which is why you will only find the black and white drawing on MissingMichaela.com.
At best, the composite of Michaela’s kidnapper is an attempt at recreating a face using second hand information and therefore fairly useless. At worst, it’s a red herring.
Secondly, Noreen Gosch did not post this composite on her website until July 12, 2008 despite having known of the sketch for many years. She decided to post it last year when some sort of breaking news was going on with the case.I can only speculate as to her reasons for waiting so long to disclose the composite sketch of eye witness accounts to her son’s abduction and speculate I will. Perhaps Ms. Gosch did not want to rely on Paul Bonacci’s testimony. He’s been described by law enforcement as not credible. However Ted Gunderson and others are on record stating Paul has never lied to them, and his information has been valuable despite being afflicted with D.I.D. formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder. The composite was first used during an AMW special on her son’s case. For more on Paul Bonacci and Johnny Gosch please See The Franklin Cover Up.
Johnny’s Story Airs On AMW: “Jimmy Steps Forward”
AMW aired the Johnny Gosch story and with the help of Paul Bonacci several composite sketches were drawn of the principals ( including Tony, the driver- H.M.)
Composite of Johnny Gosch's Kidnapper (Tony)
Composite of Michaela Garecht's Kidnapper
The composite used in Johnny Gosch’s case was created according to AMW by their team while working with convicted child molester Paul Bonacci. However, when contacted by agents acting on behalf of the Michaela Garecht AMW replied that the image they used of Tony was actually a “generic sketch”. I have yet to find any correction by AMW staff on this matter.
I am supremely confident the whole ugly truth about the Garrido’s will come spilling out, with or with out this particular composite sketch. I also fully expect the family of Michaela Garecht and god willing the families of Ilene Misheloff, Amanda Nicole Eileen Campbell, and of course Johnny Gosch will also be able to reunite and be whole once more.
However I am disappointed that these sketches were created and used in the way they were. There is a lot of discussion as to why Phillip Garrido never ever crossed investigators radar in Jaycee’s abduction or Michaela’s until now. If they had been looking for a dark haired perp with bad skin rather than a blond youth with acne would things have been different?
