Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Celebrating Kate Schweppe Sharp Moldawer McNamara as the Savior of the United States of America (as we know it) -- and Mexico


Hi Dudley -- and salutations as well to your sister, Kate Farris, and your brother, Parker Moldawer (I hope I have the spelling correct -- I have the worst time with that name!), as well!

Today is the celebration of the Mexican Bicentennial here in Puerto Vallarta, where I now live. I am celebrating the fact that in getting to the bottom of all that happened when I worked for Tennessee, and then all that was caused by that to happen later, I have submitted evidence directly to the FBI and Obama’s top advisers to put Newt Gingrich, Dick Cheney, George H. W. Bush (but NOT his son), Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Hector-the-Mexican-engineer who worked on many major civil engineering around the world, including the Chunnel between England and France -- booby-trapping all to use with these ersatz-Republicans for purposes of terrorism -- the mayor of Puerto Vallarta, and the former PRI President of Mexico who owns Telcel (the largest cell phone company in Mexico) and is reported to be the second wealthiest person in the world, in prison -- if not to hang from the gallows.

It was your mother who made it possible for me to do this, and you, as Thomas Lanier Williams’ only known godson, should be proud of me. Let me explain.

First, you should know that your father served only the most admirable and patriotic of Republicans: Dwight D. Eisenhower and James Baker. I do not paint all Republicans “bad,” in fact, in many ways, I consider myself more allied to the traditionally-held values of the Republican Party. Dick Lugar, who went to my school (Denison University), and is now a trustee of it, I drafted into my “crusade.” John McCain is the highest living patriot (he suffered the most for our country), but he suffers some serious effects of PTSD and has been, at best, goofy. Sarah Palin is the bitch who for purely selfish reasons (fame and fortune), is absolutely destroying the Republican Party.

Let me try to cut to the chase. You can fill yourself in on details -- ALL of which I’ve published on my blog: scottkenan.blogspot.com .

Your mother recognized that I was the only hope to resurrect Tennessee’s legacy after the Republican Party stole most of the proceeds of his plays after he died (although she might not have realized they would do this at that time, she DID know they were fucking his reputation at EVERY opportunity). I am the only person with balls enough to stand resolutely and not blink in the face of two poisonings, one severe up-beating, five attempts to commit me to a mental hospital, and numerous attempts to arrest me, both here and in the United States.

Your mother told me many times that she knew my distant Kenan relatives from her days growing up in Atlanta. These would be Frank Hawkins Kenan (before he moved to the Chapel Hill area), and his brothers James and Owen. She knew that they held the world’s largest fortune (left to his last wife, Mary Lily Kenan Flagler -- later Bingham -- by Henry Flagler who owned 2/3 of Standard Oil -- Rockefeller was his minority partner and frontman -- and then opened the State of Florida with his railroad, all the way to Key West) in trust, the proceeds going to support education first in the South, later in the entire US, and now, Thomas Stephens Kenan III, son of Frank and family historian, is the main person in charge of the many Kenan trust which are under many names -- many, not Kenan. Tommy is now busy preserving native languages and cultures in Latin America.

Gen. James Kenan led the first armed resistance to the Crown at Wilmington, NC, although because the Yankees won, they re-wrote history, leaving him out so that most believe the Boston Tea Party was first. He (or his Kenan relatives) donated the land and founded UNC Chapel Hill -- the first publicly supported university in America. Several Kenans contributed to the Articles of the Confederacy -- the pre-Constitution of the US, and later Kenans were high placed in the Confederacy. Five earlier ancestors were MAGNA CARTA SURETIES.

They currently center their activity in Kenansville and Chapel Hill, NC. These Kenans also inherited the estate of Frank Hawkins, who not only founded Citizens & Southern Bank in Atlanta (became First Atlanta, merged with another Kenan bank, NCNB of NC, and became NationsBank, later Bank of America, currently the fifth largest corporation in America). Mr. Hawkins also left them in his will one of the largest blocks of Coca Cola stock, which he bought quite early on.

Frank founded Kenan Oil with a few Exxon stations in Chapel Hill, and grew it to eventually become Kenan Advantage Group, operator of the largest trucking system of petroleum and other products in the Untied States today -- and recipient of many awards for responsible and ethical business practices.

My distant relatives are like King Midas!!!

The Kenan line can be traced from Pepin, King of Italy, through his son and then grandson, Charlemagne, the kings of Scotland, including the entire Stewart line. A descendant of them who brought the royal line, Elizabeth Johnstone (after crossing the Atlantic, the Johnstones dropped the “e”), married an earlier Thomas Kenan in about 1700. Her father was appointed Governor of North Carolina by the Crown. Gen. James Kenan was their son. I am descended from Thomas’s brother, Felix Kenan.

That’s a lot, but gives the flavor of my family/spiritual inheritance. Your mother recognized this in a way that no one else could. That’s why she invested so much in seeing to it that Tennessee and I were together as long as possible. She knew that all things considered, I might wake up one day, connect the already-dots and dots-to-be-dotted, and change the world.

I have.

BTW: John Uecker smothered Tennessee with a pillow when Maria St. Just gave him the word that she had ME properly controlled. You see, turns out that my mother, who raised us with swastikas on our dinner plates in the 1950s and 60s, had blackmailed my father (a homosexual) into marrying her so she could hide her Nazi activity behind the Kenan name. She is BRILLIANT, and to this moment, my siblings are still entirely in her control.

In 1990, when I first tried to break up Newt Gingrich’s OWNERSHIP of the illegal drug traffic into the US, via trains from Mexico that were unloaded in Stone Mountain Park behind my house, I mistakenly went to Gingrich for help I knew my mother had much to do with it, but failed to see she had partnered with Gingrich.

In later years, several have explained to me that Cheney reports to my mother. My mother reports to the Pope-in-Rome. (John Paul II she met in private on several occasions in the 1980s and 90s.) Net result: I landed in jail on false charges of criminal trespass and was held illegally for 15 +/- weeks. After filing Habeus Corpus, I was released to house arrest for the remained of a year, and FORCED to take Lithium, a drug which lets you know everything, but unable to see how things connect. It is normally prescribed for Bipolar Disorder (but it has since been proved I never had that) -- or to manifest chemical diabetes. My mother killed her gay brother Bob with that one.

In 1990, some other significant things happened:

Key Jewish leaders in Atlanta confirmed absolutely to me that my parents were the top Nazis in the US.
I contacted Thomas Stephens Kenan III, with whom in the mid-1980s, I’d shared a boyfriend (Robbie Anderson). Tommy first, me later. We had the same taste! But I was not yet ready, and that contact was disastrous, but opened the future possibilities.

Tommy is now head of the family and I have contacted him on these matters by direct mail as well as through Gregg Loomis, a lawyer and writer who is an in-law to the late James Kenan of Andrews Drive in Atlanta, and John Blades, Executive Director of the Flagler Museum in Palm Beach, a major Kenan philanthropy. The esteemed writer Randall Kenan, who is likely descended from slaves owned by Tommy’s ancestors, now teaches at UNC Chapel Hill. Because he also has sat on the faculty of the Tennessee Williams Literary Conference at Sewanee for at least eight years, he knows all those people and has been of enormous help to me -- although he’s used a minimum of words.

Anyway, I’m getting a big dizzy juggling all this incredible info. Bottom line: I am going to honor your mother as the one person who knew how to secure TW’s legacy -- and ACTED!!! I have decided that I’m going to dedicate my second book, based on my cleaned up blog, to her. My Williams memoir, I am dedicating to Allean Hale, Queen of Williams Scholars (and still practicing at the age of 96 or 97). After a period of being blocked for publication by the Republican Party, I expect to have a REAL contract soon for the memoir.

I have collapsed the Evil which resided in the Republican Party fakers.

Currently (besides continuing this political work), I am on the committee of the Writers Group here to plan the 2011 Puerto Vallarta Writers Conference (late February, including the anniversary of TW’s death). I have excellent contacts and expect to get some very top names to present. I have begun lining up top restaurants and even gotten interest from Teatro Vallarta (much more impressive than even the Alliance Theatre back in Atlanta), for a giant party celebrating TW’s 100th anniversary of birth, 25 March, 2011, or thereabout. I don’t want to compete with the New Orleans Festival of about the same time.

The sort of “owner” of the local writers group is Don Gallery (google him), whom I’ve befriended. He was the son of a silent movie queen and later raised by ZaSu Pitts. He lived next door to or knew personally many of the top people in Hollywood, including Elizabeth Taylor since her childhood, and he remains her best friend today.

I am hoping that if I can clean out the trash who converted the theater she gave the people of PV to show only porno films now (CAN YOU IMAGINE???????), and who somehow gave the park John Huston built around the movie set ruins and then gave it to the local residents (in perpetuity!!!), to a drug trafficker, Claudio Leone (second richest man in Guadalajara) to sell to be redeveloped with high-end homes and a “fantasy” hotel -- I believe I HAVE already succeeded in stopping this cold -- Liz Taylor will (health allowing) consent to return for the festivities. We will have them regardless, but let me tell you this:

In a very recent and real-like dream, Tennessee released me from his employ and appointed me Elizabeth Taylor’s Avenging Angel. She is, after all, the ONLY person who has ever proven Thomas Lanier Williams wrong in anything significant. I was in the offices of ICM in Manhattan when Zev Buffman pitched Tennessee to gain the rights for her to redo SWEET BIRD OF YOUTH. I disagreed with his decision that while she certainly had the talent, she was simply a few years too old for the part. EVERYONE there disagreed with him, but he could not be persuaded.

After he died, the little vixen GOT the rights! My friend Gavin Lambert wrote the teleplay (it was for TV). Rip Torn and Mark Harmon also star. The DVD can be bought used on “the internets.” Do so, please, at your earliest convenience and see why I balled my eyes out for two hours straight.

So, what’s new with you?

I hope you and your siblings are prepared to be thrust into the limelight. It cannot be avoided if the truth is to be known -- the truth about your mother’s incredible place in literary and US Political history. I cannot be stopped.

Also, when I spoke with your mother shortly before she died, she was SOOOOOO full of love and praise of her children. You DO know that, I presume. What a Texas Toast she was!!!

I intend to directly confront "El Presidente" (the mayor) of Puerto Vallarta over his complicity in narco-trafficking publicly tonight at the festivities celebrating the Mexican Bicentennial. I am told he is scheduled to speak at 11:30 PM CST (they stay up and get up late here) on the main square adjacent to the Government Palace. Stay tuned to see if it goes like a scene (or two) from SWEET BIRD OF YOUTH.

It won't. Not exactly. . . .

Love to you all,
Scott

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