Monday, January 21, 2013

And Yet Another Example of Psychopathic Projection

Morgan, with obvious assistance from Laura, who really should be looking for work produced this sad revisionist history 13 hours ago.  

If I had known Morgan was a psychopath when she was still a cute little baby, and understood the pain and suffering she would cause me, my parents, siblings, and children I would have been stymied.  How could I inflict her on anyone else?  This would clearly have been wrong.  So, giving her up for adoption was not a possibility.  What do you do with these people, if they are, indeed, human. 

What to do about psychopaths is a problem which confronts all of us today.  Read her blather here. 

I'm writing an article which I'm sure will delight non-pychopaths from every point on the political spectrum, except, naturally NeoCons. 

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Update.....Please.

And......the envelope please.

I had a lovely chat with the Information Officer at the court in Las Vegas, who told me the hearing went on for rather a long time. She did not know if Alex cried or whimpered this time, unfortunately.

But he most likely did, if his past record is any measure of what could be expected.

And we have another day to look forward to. Mark your calendars now! April 16th.

The judge and public defender will be the same.

Alex received a 90 day jail suspended sentence IF (This is a BIG IF, given the person who is supposed to come up with the money is Alex) he coughs up $3,575.00 in fines and restitution and all requirements are completed.

Now, what do you think the odds are Alex will pay? Ha!

Alex plead Nolo, which is a mealy mouth way of saying, “I throw myself on the mercy of the court,”with adjudication withheld IF all requirements are completed. This means he also has to stay out of trouble. Don't hold your breath.

Wendy says Alex always thinks he won if they do not slap on the handcuffs right there in the court room.

Now, what will happen next? Now that Craig is 'at liberty' and stalking girls of all ages in Southern California and elsewhere will Alex finally get a job as his chauffeur? Will he and Laura move in with Craig in his new digs? Will Morgan decide to dump the kids and Jay and move out to CA to assist Craig in finding women, providing cover for him, as she did before? So many questions to be answered!

Film at 11.

Pre-Trial Day in Las Vegas for Alex!

And a brief, shining light comes on as we doff our hats, remembering this morning Alex, 13th Duke of Manchester, will be standing, or whimpering, before the bar of justice in Las Vegas accompanied by the public defender answering charges for passing a bad check – again.

Morgan's most recent post is an excellent example of Morgan Barteaux Gell's continued attempts to rewrite history. In this screed she uses the names, mostly misspelled, of people I knew, or know, and then fabricates as she, again, demonstrates she cannot spell or punctuate.

I have been a journalist since 2004 when I started writing to protect Morgan with a book, “GREED: The NeoConning of America.” It was a fictionalized version of events then still playing out. The biggest fiction was Morgan as she has never in her life been heroic, not for one moment. The story of her encounter with the reality of having her ears pierced at age 14 is very illustrative of her character.

After having nagged me for days I grudgingly took her down to the mall to have the procedure carried out. The other kids were along and would certainly remember. Arthur does and it always makes him laugh because he did not have to help carry her out of the mall when she fainted.

For the next six weeks Morgan lay stricken in bed, expecting to be waited on, and she was, because she was so loud and obnoxious when she did not get what she wanted. I had to turn the studs for her, each time rewarded by her screams of agony. Histrionics does not even come close. The whole experience was unsettling in the extreme.

When we took her back to Mother and Father's house we all breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks for reminding me, that works well in the book.

Morgan, competent at nothing, except lying, a skill native to her disordered condition, failed to note in her long yawn of a commentary, that I wrote the Declaration on November 19, 2012. I had had nothing to do with the editing of the film, this being work undertaken by Raye. We had tried to persuade Alex to let Joni 's son, a film maker do it, but he was too paranoid to allow this sensible solution.

Even at that moment the films were not his property since he had stolen them from his former wife, Wendy and to whom he had given them, with all other home movies, on the occasion of their tenth anniversary. He had also made them available to the public on Youtube, where they were found by Raven, who commented on as part of her reporting on the article I wrote about Alex's libel of Michael Jackson. “Stalking Michael Jackson-Psychopath In Action”: How Melinda Pillsbury-Foster’s Important Article Can Help Us To Better Understand The Craziness Of Michael Jackson’s Life-Literally!

Presumably, Alex is now on his way to court, likely using public transportation. I'll call the court later today to see how things turned out and provide an update.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

A Poetical Interlude in the continuing Campaign Against Psychopathy

A Poetical Interlude in the continuing Campaign Against Psychopathy 
My poetry is at Shards of Verse  

This morning it occurred to me to grub through my poetry online because I vaguely remembered writing some poems, included in my poetic journalings, about Morgan and Craig before, during, and after realizing there was something terribly wrong with them and then learning about psychopathy, that light bulb moment.  

Now, I think of them as M, Psychopath and C, Psychopath, but this took a lot of recovery for me.   

This photo first dates from when M, Psychopath was still an adorable small child.  It just melted my heart every time I looked at her shiny face. 

 Reading it makes me realize how vulnerable people who love are to these heartless predators.We ignore the evidence of our own eyes.  Love can, truly, make you blind. 

I started writing poetry as a journal in early 1999. The first series of 127 poems, First Lilac Series - written for Dearest Pleasure, was written, in chronological order, from January 18 - April 6, 1999. 

Poems written before then come in two categories. BC (Before Computer) and AC (After Computer. Those written before I had a computer for my own use, not mostly used for generating mailing lists for political campaigns, begin in 1986. Those written before 1986 were generally found on the margins of other writing and on loose pieces of paper in storage. I was not good at keeping them, as the other side was generally useful as a grocery list.

After finishing my first series, Lilac, I just journaled them and cut off at 127, a prime number which has other significance to me.  Lilac was 127 poems in length, so that became my standard.  Lilac Series was followed by First Jasmine Series and First Violet Series.  I'm now working on First Rose Series.  These are in chronological order.

These few poems,  all written for or 'inspired by' M, Psychopath or Craig, Psychopath are also in chronological order.  The first dates from 1972.  Morgan changed her name from Carolyn when she was in her late teens and was born in 1967.  So when I wrote this she was around five years old.   

From: Before the Fall

32.  To My Daughter, Carolyn

I love you.
There is no range or boundary to my cherishing.
I love you now, as I did before - and as I will.
Time out of mind
On and never varying.

I read it to her once when she was grown.  There was a long pause after I finished and then she said, "That was stupid."  It was a long time before I read her another poem.

From: Before the Fall 

The year was  1982.  I was attending a party at Janice Vargo's house.  Janice is an old friend of mine from my active Libertarian days.     
 Craig was there and challenged me to Sonnets at Five Minutes in Celebration of the Statue of Liberty.   I shrugged.  "O.K., get the paper and pens."  No computers were present, this was the Dark Ages.  I started writing.  I wrote my first sonnet when I was eight and it became a habit.  

30.  My Lady Love

She waits beside a vast expanse of water
Her hand holds up the light of living day
And never will the justice in Her falter
And never will Her seekers lose their way

For justice is not made in court opinions
And truth is not defended at the polls
As into living rock we drive the pinions
That hold the deathless thoughts that are our goals

Does Justice need the heart of Her defender?
Will Her loving message echo into time?
Will our children's children yet remember
That those who cherish liberty are one kind

Liberty cannot be won - and never lost
Remember what it is and not the cost.

(Written in challenge to a duel of sonnets with Craig Franklin, 1982) 

31. A Sonnet Written in Challenge

She stands beside a darkened mass of sorrow
A distant hope of freedom in our lives
A hope that may be realized tomorrow
If we can only pledge ourselves to strive

That promise has been built into our futures
And forged in blood before our mother's birth
In knowledge that the cost can not be counted
Except by minds that understand it's worth

So watch the Lady with her lamp upholding
Salute her in your mind, if nothing else
For her pledge of hope is given us for molding
And each of us must do it for ourselves

The Lady is a promise we have made
And freedom is the value we must save.

(Written in challenge to a duel of sonnets with Craig Franklin, 1982) 

[C, Psychopath lost.  I wrote two in that time but did not mention it then because I did not want to hurt his feelings. He could not finish one and we agreed to extend time.  

But now I know he doesn't have any feelings which needed to be considered.  Being considerate of a psychopath is the equivalent of a fish jumping from the stream into the pan, with the fire blazing and a slice of lemon clutched in his fin. 

 C. Psychopath once told me he has to use his entire left brain to simulate human behavior. I should have started doing research right then, but we were already married.  He made the remark in 1995, far too late.  

While I certainly wish I had been less vulnerable the cost paid has motivated me to ensure others know the dangers of the psychopathic among us so they can protect themselves.

By the point, below, 1998, I had realized something was really rotten in Denmark but did not yet understand the neurological basis of the problem. This dates from the time, mid summer, after I had brought Arthur home from the Traumatic Brain Injury facility in Pomona.  From there, Arthur started at Solutions.  

Craig wanted Arthur dead because it would cost him less.  Morgan tried to oblige Craig, but failed.  That is a story for another day. 

The stages of grief are: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. I was still in denial and anger, lots of anger.  It was interesting to review the poems as see these reflected.

53. Dedicated to Craig Franklin and Morgan Pillsbury
- Two unsouled beings trapped in Self

I have been ground and milled out fine
For the least of my unmentioned crimes
For I refused to see the truth
And this crime stole all of my youth

I’ve been smashed and ripped apart
The substance fractured in my heart
Because I would not see the light
My soul was banished into night

I have lost all I worked to make
And ventured for my children’s sake
Punished for what I would not see
The ugliness engulfing me.

I found a home in his embrace
A sheltered place of measured grace
He battered my illusions then
He I thought an honorable man.

With nothing left inside of me
Empty, echoed, ravished, grieved
I stood up on my feet again
Felt life’s breath and said, amen.

From Jasmine Series

4.Fear and Pain that Still Detain
(Dedicated with complete sincerity to 
Allen Craig Franklin, 
my husband and abuser)  
Battered hopes and shattered truth
Begun with trust removed with lies
This the wretchedness of my youth
Distorts my life, unmakes, denies

Abused, a word that understates
The harshness of the world it makes 
Abused in mind, in body bashed
reproved by love that kills- but lasts

He came with smiles, seduced with faith
designed the ugliness of fear
An interdiction for all belief
that shackled self when he was near


Used, rejected, scorned, detained
denied the scope that life retains
Needed, sold to use again
a life that grows more ever grim


Battering on body, mind,
that fractures thought, my will and signs
Remakes the person who was me
into something that I hate to see


If you have not walked and known,
not tasted fear and so been owned
You do know where I have been
a place that holds no hopes or friends.  

You have not lost the inner scope
that held your course and gave you hope
You have not lived and breathed and died
in soul belief he would not lie.  

Abused and Freed

When grief is wrung, despised and gone
while still the spirit listens, longs
To hear the echoes that belong
to the voice that held that song.  

When I learned to see anew
that life could be again renewed
And shackles that had owned my bones
were broken by the life I'd grown. 

My breath was eased, in body, mind
The walls were breached, dissolved in time.  
I tasted, relished, lived and laughed
Freed of what distorted and grasped.  


Manumission of emotion 
that can never compromise
The transmission which, evoking, 
fractured self to make me wise.  

54.Letting Go Illusions - To Craig Franklin

The tendriled tug of memories reproves my reasoned thought
Sharp and sweet that idylled time, devoid of all but drought
Sanctuaried, love made place
Where I have lingered in embrace

With that one imperfect, personed soul
Who spun out love in raptured flows
Of song borne thought entrancing, glad
Reminding, lighting, the life I had.  

Illusioned figment of my mind
Where only grief and sorrows bind
The soul seared silence that you left
Leaving me consumed, bereft.  

This, the logic of your acts
Stark and violent, ugly facts.

This the unmade years I'd given
Disposed and sneered, my heart so riven.  
That even logic turns away
When so little remains to do and say.  

My hand, that still, still longs to touch
Mind reproved, it winced but trusts
Because love filled, consumed, forgave
Till nothing there was left to save.  

Addicted to the thought of you
Now realized: who I never knew.  

So mind - release your argued wish
Logic, reason, delve and sheer
Revoke the memoried source, dismiss
The undone presence once most dear

Remove the Craig who was my heart
That I might breathe, live on, restart
The life I forged from living will
that pain in me be stilled, be stilled.  

72.Toxic Mind - Dedicated to Craig Franklin

Toxic mind with muted scope
consuming, clawing, gravid needs
Poison drips, extrudes and seeks
to satiate its unmet greeds


Blandished words that supplicate
Distorted images that incite
This, the fabric of the soul
This, that mind's most needed goal.  


Manipulating all that's true
into what he wants to do.  
Fractured visions that can kill
when innocence believes them real.  


No honored word alive in fact
No civil content to his acts.
No worth from life to live in time
No soul redeemed from all its crimes.  


Post the warning for all to read
Do not let this monster feed.  

Of course, I kept forgiving M, Psychopath because the entire focus of my life was my children and their well being. Hope springs eternal, in the breast maternal. I studied psychopathy for over two years before the penny dropped and I realized M was one. Oops. Such a moment replays itself for quite a while, I found.

But it did explain the many things which had always puzzled me. Now, everything makes sense! 

The poem below was a wedding gift to M. M married Jay E. Gell on Valentine's Day, 2005 at the court house in Charlotte, North Carolina. The baby was born around four months later, on June 21st.  Afterward, Jay's erstwhile employer/co-conspirator, Robert Evan (Van) Hughes, took them out to a coffee shop. Then they returned to their trailer.

M, Psychopath does not appreciate poetry. C, Psychopath writes, but his psychopathy makes really good poetry impossible for him, those pesky emotions are just too hard to emulate in verse. It is slightly better set to music, especially if someone else edits it, plays, and sings.

From: First Violet Series

No. 122 Wedding Wish – Valentine’s Day 2005

Bouquets of bright flowers, 
  seasons of joy, 
all the gladness and sadness 
  that life will deploy. 

Rapture and riches, 
  magnificent days, 
all of the echoes 
  that love can display.

Borne by the senses 
  and held in our minds 
as part of the largest and greatest design. 

Wishes I send through the ethered reaches of space 
  too touch and to hold you in my best embrace. 

With love and hope for your perfect happiness today, Mom.

It really is good she married Jay. When you really know them they are perfect for each other.

No. 68 – Truth that Heals 
As coiled time unravels and the mind forgets to hope
The child within, embattled, can find enlarging scope.

Travails and anguish hone us, as comforts fails to do
Fined down to new awareness, we live out what is true.
Iconic forms and patterns, forged from time - encapsulated meme 
Is also the long story which humanity must dream 
The moments so remembered, bringing insight and delight
Carrying in their fabric a baptism of the Light. 
In forms and fact embellished, as legend and as truth 
This, the lineage written, on both our age and youth. 
Meeting in the matrix, where nothing's as it seems 
Lessons, half remembered, hold the power to redeem.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

The Conspiracy of the Disordered

The Present Post by the Conspiracy of the Disordered 

The Back Story

This site, and the following sites are part of an ongoing effort to help people fight the psychopaths who prey on all of us. The specific individuals named below are psychopaths, or highly unethical individuals working with psychopaths, who joined together in a conspiracy. Craig Franklin, Dan O'Dowd and MorganGell – 1997, Alexander, 13th Duke of Manchester and Laura, Duchess of Manchester – 2011 joined together to destroy me, which sounds melodramatic, but is actually pretty accurate. 

The two stories joined via the co-mingling of action through Alexander, 13th Duke of Manchester, whose present wife, Laura, who we refer to as 'the doxie,' contacted Craig Franklin, my former husband in late October of 2011. They conspired together.

Alex is facing charges of passing bad checks in Las Vegas. This is a habit he picked up in the early '80s in Australia which, by the evidence has persisted. When they joined together they all become co-conspirators in their attempts to destroy both Wendy Buford Montagu and myself, Melinda Pillsbury-Foster.

 Alexander, 13thDuke of Manchester, entrapped Wendy Buford Montagu in a fraudulent marriage in 1993 and in 2006 found Laura to help him strip Wendy of everything she owned.

Most people run away. We fight back with the truth. We urge you to read their posts as nothing could be more revealing as to their real characters. 

Response to Present Post of the Disordered  

I found out about Morgan's disordered behavior only after she came to live with us when she was 19 years old. Before then she just visited for a few days or weeks at a time.

The year was 1986 and I had many other things occupying my mind and not a clue as to what was actually going on with her.

The first incident took place when she decided she wanted to 'be a model.' Morgan had taken some classes in modeling in Santa Barbara and told me she had a tremendous potential as a professional. I was skeptical but did not want to rain on her parade. Morgan is just under 5' 2” in height.

While I did not pay much attention to modeling, this being far removed from my interests, I told her she certainly could pursue it, along with getting a job and going to college. My four other children, ages 4 – 14 were living at home and going to school. Most of my time was taken up with them and with politics and civic work.

This advice resulted in her following me around the house screaming at me. She did not want to make calls to modeling agencies herself, it seems. She wanted me to do it for her. I found this unnerving in the extreme, though, retrospectively, this explains Mother's anxiety attacks and nervousness, which she refused to discuss, during our visits when Morgan came up in the conversation. I had felt there was something she wanted to say, but did not.

Later, father told me, frankly, Morgan was the reason he often did not wear his hearing aid. They were far happier with her living elsewhere.

Morgan was free to do what she wanted – but she could never do it on her own. She was never a model, though we paid to have a portfolio done and subsidized this, and her other aspirations, including years and years of acting lessons so she could become a movie star.

James Dean, a distant cousin, visited my mother on occasion when he was living in Los Angeles. I was three when this started, six when he died. Morgan is making things up. I've written about my memories and nothing like her rantings exists except in her fevered mind. Google to find the articles.

Until Craig decided to divorce me and take all our assets I could never have imagined anyone could be as evil as these people are.

Neither Wendy or I have ever contacted the media. They contacted Wendy and she agreed to an interview after the ugliness of Alex's behavior became public in the aftermath of the court hearing of July 2011. Alex is a bigamist. He intentionally made his children illegitimate. The Manchester Trusts did the right thing.

Wendy introduced me to Marcus. He calls occasionally to ask about developments. I never call him.

Alex left Wendy and the children destitute by informing the Trusts. He did so in the hopes he would profit.

I urge Morgan to publish, as have I, any audio tapes she has. If she taped me while I trusted her, as a daughter, she violated both the law and every tenet of human decency thus exposing her even more completely as a scheming psychopath who used a familial relationship for her own purposes. For psychopaths, using family for any and all purposes, illegal, immoral, and all unethical, is standard operating procedure.

Listen to these and read the transcripts. Not all are done yet, but both Wendy and I are working while coping with these idiots.

The tapes of Alex, with transcripts, are up on line.

Included are these comments from Alex, placed on either Wendy's, Raye's, or my answering machines.

  • Alex tells 12 year old daughter he is publishing nude photos of her mother, former wife Wendy. 2 calls

  • Alex leaves voice message threatening Raye and slandering Melinda 

  • Alex leaves a creepy message for Melinda saying,'he is coming to 'see her" at her home. He says he is seeing 'their new friend" in Santa Barbara.

  • Alex leaves message on Wendy's answering machine April 28, 2012.  Several messages. TRANSCRIPT INCLUDES ALL CALLS

    1.  Documents existence of a conspiracy to shut Melinda up

         and also evidence of their continued campaign to 

         destroy her ability to make a living.  Admission John 

         Fund is involved.

    2.  Documents Alex's relationship with John Fund along 

         with a multitude of incredibly ugly lies about Melinda. 

    3.   Melinda calling Wendy, Hi and Bye.  

    4.   Manchester with 

          claims Melinda and Wendy orchestrated his posting on

          Huffington.  Here it is.   TRANSCRIPT CALLS

What could they have thought this was but proof a conspiracy existed and was ongoing? Email, sent by Laura to all parties, also exist.

A highly qualified attorney read the posting of January 2nd regarding Green Hills before publication. Documentation is complete and will stand. 

 P.S.  Raye read this post and reminded me to mention I'm working for Rumor Mill News as Advertising Director and this month we received 68,000,000 hits.  Contact me about buying an ad, as you will get exposure you did not imagine possible!  She wants me to start putting these  up so you can follow events.  Bye - and wish us luck!