Rayelan
MOVING is a thing of Beauty and Joy Forever. But for some reason she
did not want to share this happy moment with RMN Readers.
The Moving
Monolith of Mouth did not like being photographed while she was
clambering into her Jeep and grabbed her own Phone and started
photographing me, claiming I make up facts while she, pure as the
driven snow, is the soul of Truth.
I glanced
skyward but unfortunately she was not struck by lightning. Maybe
next time.
Then she
claimed someone, a male since she used the masculine tense, had
called her personally from Santa Barbara to complain I am a
psychopathic narcissist. She offered bogus hear-say, likely gleaned
from her conversations with Morgan, oh, she who my father declined to
support after Mother died because, as he bluntly said, to me,
“She is not to be trusted. With ample training someday she may be
competent to work at McDonalds.” Dad was nothing if not blunt.
My father's
name was Dr. Arthur Francis Pillsbury PhD from Stanford in Civil
Engineering.
In January 1936 transferred to
Riverside campus; in June 1939 transferred to Los Angeles campus to
position of Professor of Irrigation and Soils in the College of
Agriculture, Irrigation Engineer in the Agriculture Experiment
Station and Professor of Engineering in the College of Engineering,
Los Angeles. 1960 named Director of the Water Resources Center for
the University System, based at UCLA. In 1965 served as a consultant
for a year at the Food and Agricultural Organization of the United
Nations. Served in various capacities as a consultant in California
and then on the first EPA Committee of Congress. Retired, 1971,
moving to Springville, California. Continued to do consulting work
until 1990. Died April 12, 1991 in Santa Barbara, California.
Interred in Porterville, California. Obituary,
UC Archive, CaliSphere
Starting in
the late 1980s Dad chose me to take over the job of ensuring the
legacy of his father, Arthur C. Pillsbury was restored and honored.
In 2004 there were three mentions of Grandfather online. Today we
are closing on a half million. Why, you might ask since then I had a
sister and two brothers living. Because, he said, I was the only one
tenacious enough to stick with it, despite the difficulties he had
identified.
I wondered
what he meant – and I found out. This is the website as it exists
today. This was one of the sites Rayelan and her scumbag friends
managed to have taken down in December 2011. Arthur
C. Pillsbury Home.
Rayelan's
Dad was, she claims, a long term trucker who was actually a covert
operative for the CIA who sold her as a test subject.
Being a
trucker is an honest job, tough and physically demanding. But
selling your daughter to the CIA? Wow. Some Dad, right? And that
is what she says about him which is positive.
And then,
of course, he also took her to meet Gunther, variously in New Mexico
or Austria when she was eleven and Gunther, who was destined to be
the Arch Duke of Austria took one look at her and headed for the
hills. So romantic, don't you think?
It is
impossible to hold Rayelan to one set of lies so why try?
If someone
will not give you the facts they are a Rayelan, a psychopath who
tried to hide behind evasions. Just the facts. Just the facts.
Rayelan's
best friends, the Manchesters, may be the Duke and Duchess of
Manchester but Alex, the 13th Duke was diagnosed as having
psychopathic tendencies in 1984. SEE Bottom of page
9, transcript. Documents originated from the Manchester Trust.
Laura, by
multiple reports had one career only, that being as a sex worker,
this being the politically correct term for whore. Given Rayelan's
'career' as the appointed 'girl friend' of that Mexican Drug Lord
(her story, told to many, including me, my son, and evidently others
as well, was Different because she was actually a CIA Operative.)
Does that
make selling sex and setting someone up moral or ethical? Actually,
this is probably worse than just selling sex. But who are we to
quibble? Gross and disgusting at the very least.
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