Editor’s note: Rumors that criminal mastermind and cult king Charles Manson has been diagnosed with prostate cancer are true, but the good news (or bad news, depending on your point of view) is that – like most prostate cancers in elderly men – it is growing slowly and isn’t immediately life threatening. Prison doctors, in fact, according to our sources, have said “watchful waiting makes sense” in Manson’s case. In other words, if the cancer becomes more aggressive, they likely will recommend surgery or radiation – but not before. Also, we are told Manson still is in the possession of what has been called his “prodigious and insatiable sex drive”, the outlet for which we will, in the interest of modesty, leave to the imaginations of our readers. – Derek Clontz
By John W. Whitehead
Special to derekclontz.wordpress.com
Are you hep to what the Beatles are saying? Dig it, they are telling it like it is. They know what’s happening in the city; blackie is getting ready. They put the revolution to music. It’s “Helter Skelter.” Helter-Skelter is coming down. - Charles Manson
Every generation has its maniacs – especially racist maniacs. Such was Charles Manson. Here’s his story as it unfolded 40 years ago – one that is a lesson to us today. This is especially so in light of the rise of racism in America and violent acts that inevitably follow from it.
Charles Manson
Drenched in blood, a dead body was slumped in a car on the driveway. Two bodies, looking like mannequins dipped in red paint, lay on the manicured lawn. As police officers entered the home, they noticed the word “PIG” painted on the door in blood.
In the center of the living room, facing the fireplace, was a long couch. Draped over the back was a huge American flag. It was Saturday, August 9, 1969. (Ironically, the day before in England, the Beatles walked across Abbey Road for the last time–the photo captured for posterity on the album of the same name.)
On the other side of the couch lay a young blond woman, very pregnant. Later identified as Sharon Tate, film director Roman Polanski’s wife, she lay in a fetal position, her legs tucked up toward her stomach. Blood had been smeared all over her.
A white nylon rope was looped around her neck twice; one end extended over a rafter in the ceiling, the other led across the floor to yet another body, that of a man, about four feet away. The man was drenched in blood, his face covered with a bloody towel, his hands bunched up near his head as if still warding off blows.
When the police lifted the towel, the man’s face was so badly contused that the police became sick to their stomachs.
Charles Manson, the psychopathic killer responsible for the seven murders at this Hollywood Hills home, blamed the Beatles’ White Read the rest of this entry »
