Wednesday, January 2, 2019

RP: Wilmington White Supremacist, Drug and Alcohol Abusing (if not technically addicted), PROTECTOR of Wilmington Christian Drug Trafficking, Port City Daily Editor Ben Schachtman DOUBLES DOWN for RACISM, DRUG ADDICTION, and JESUS!!!

RE-PRINTED from herehttps://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2019/01/wilmington-white-supremacist-drug-and.html





On February 7, 2018, I was KICKED OFF FACEBOOK for another month for posting this, and here is the original from this bloghttp://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2018/02/today-i-write-judge-dean-hansell.html.


I fully expected to hear from Lawyer Bruce Mason or some other "Wilmington Nut-Case", over my piece last night -- https://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2019/01/hannah-jelkes-oh-god-please-cant-we.html -- on Deb Butler's wife Anni Parra's "unexpected" passing. Readers all know that Bruce took me to task for ASSUMING Ryan Lee Burris (like Deb Butler, high in Gay Rights and the Democratic Party of New Hanover County), had died of a Drug Overdose or Bad Drugs. But even Ryan's family changed his obituary to make that PERFECTLY CLEAR, if nearly a month later:




Before beginning -- and it WILL be brief as I intend to write the Tennessee Williams/New Orleans Literary Festival today -- here is yesterday's list of Key Search Words, which indicates what everyone REALLY wants to know about:




And the answer to THREE of these is my by FAR most popular blog posting EVER!!!:






And my buddy, Kevin Sessums -- whom I met at the NOLA Tennessee Williams Festival, and who has let me know he TOTALLY supports my blogging and ESPECIALLY my calling Thomas Elliot Keith out as a CRIMINAL -- posted this today, making one WONDER if Truman Capote's late life UBER-BITCHINESS was because he had joined the NAZI PARTY (informally, I think we must assume).

First Kevin's words, and then my Chapter of meeting Jackie Kennedy Onassis and Truman's UNBELIEVABLE insult to Jackie as I escorted her into the party:
SOME JOY: Truman Capote and Gloria Guinness at the Cassius Clay/Sonny Liston fight in 1964. Oh, Gloria. Mysterious, stylish Gloria. It has always been rumored that she - born to relatively humble beginnings in Mexico before rising in the royal salons and wealthy environs of Europe - was a spy for the Nazis in WWII. Her first two husbands were Germans and her third an Egyptian prince before she married her fourth husband Loel Guinness. Part of the rumor is that she had neither a valid passport, nor legal citizenship to any country when she married Guinness and he paid $1 million to obtain the dossier on her activities during the war. The most stylish and enigmatic of Truman's swans.


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“Oh . . . don’t talk to her.”
            Distinctly Truman Capote’s voice.
            “She’s a whore. And her sister’s a worse whore.”
I did not look to the next room where I knew he was lying, curled on an oversized ottoman. We were at the party in Jean Stein’s upper-story apartment on Central Park West. Earlier, I had spoken with Truman. His companion pulled me aside and warned me that Truman had been on the seven-day vodka diet. That had not stopped him from raising his head from the ottoman to comment on my height in a whining, vaguely sexual way. He did not have enough energy, or perhaps interest, to sustain a conversation, and soon his head rested back on his sprawled arm.
About fifty guests mingled in the two large, high-ceilinged rooms. Turkish carpets covered the floors and walls. A bar was set up under a crystal chandelier in the marble entrance hall. I had gone to get a drink. As I asked the bartender for a vodka tonic, the door from the outside hallway opened, and in walked a woman I instantly recognized. Unescorted and with unpretentious grace, she fixed me warmly in the eye, walked over, and extended her hand. With a small smile, she said, “How do you do? I’m Jackie Onassis.”
My heart jumped to my throat, but words still came to my mouth. I introduced myself. After a maid took her coat, I managed some small talk while I got her a drink. She was soft-spoken—almost shy. She was easy to talk to.
Jackie and I turned from the bar. My hand at the small of her back—but not quite touching—I guided Jackie toward the party. It was at this point that the nodding Mr. Capote noticed her and raised himself up on the ottoman to call out his warning. I felt the little jolt in her back.
Time froze. A thousand scenarios, chivalrous to cowardly, rushed through my head. What to do?
Snap! I was back in the room. Jackie showed no reaction. The few people within earshot ignored the insult. I supposed they were in the habit of ignoring trouble from Truman, so I ignored it too. There was no other remedy, given his condition.



As anyone who's READ my memoir -- or only part of it -- knows, I DIVORCED it from Politics, so there is NO REAL REASON that anyone political should have opposed itAND Jean Babette Stein, whose Daddy Jules then controlled MCA -- parent to NBC Networks, 
Universal Music and Movie studios -- and SO MUCH MORE -- threw that party with George Plimpton:



Jean Stein AT THAT TIME, but 1.5 years ago, Jean Stein mysteriously JUMPED TO HER DEATH from her apartment balcony. I don't believe that for a SECOND, because when she DID -- it caused TV Stations across EUROPE to break in with that story as BREAKING NEWS -- but in the USA, NBC and networks never owned by Ms. Stein's father DID NOT EVEN MENTION IT!!!



In the USA, only the New York Times and a few magazines mentioned it: https://www.nytimes.com/2017/05/02/books/jean-stein-dies-chronicled-wealth-fame-and-influence.html 


>>> MY RESPONSE TO JULIA CRAVEN OF HUFFINGTON POST'S EMAIL THIS MORNING:

You will notice that this is all copyrighted by Julia Craven of Chapel Hill, NC, although from "bruh" -- LOL!!!


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Re: Here's the best stuff I wrote in 2018:



From:   Scott Kenan scottdkenan@aol.com
To:   reply+iua&fd35&&bfb58d59f14d56c4e22ac200c9123ea4ad2968d74992827260d2311ac35e1be7 reply+iua&fd35&&bfb58d59f14d56c4e22ac200c9123ea4ad2968d74992827260d2311ac35e1be7@mg1.substack.com, julia.craven julia.craven@huffpost.com
Cc: scott scott@scottdavidkenan.com, ben ben@localvoicemedia.com, Mark Mark@localvoicemedia.com, tom tom@localvoicemedia.com, jamie.p jamie.p@localvoicemedia.com, breakingnews breakingnews@newsobserver.com, breakingnews breakingnews@starnewsonline.com, scoops scoops@huffingtonpost.com, editorial editorial@nytimes.com, wilmjourn wilmjourn@aol.com


Thank you for sending this -- I have often noticed Julia Craven's name on Facebook and HuffPost, and am THRILLED that someone working for Huffington Post sent this to me!!!

This morning the total hypocrisy of Port City Daily Editor Benjamin Schachtman -- who secretly supports my efforts to expose my criminal Kenan Family -- was in evidence by his this morning posting a story by his underling Mark Darrough showing New Years Eve parties all around Wilmington full of NOTHING but White People (I spied only two black guys and NO Latinos or other non-whites).




Mr. Schachtman has claimed that he can't post any of my own claims because HE does not have substantiation. Well, consider that I not only witnessed many of the crimes I refer to and have MUCH hard evidence of many of them as well -- and Ben knows that -- as well as that ALL of that is admissible in Court. He's just addicted to CRACK (some photos of him and his wife look like they are totally "Cracked-Out"), and alcohol. Ben once told me he could NOT meet me anywhere after 8:00 PM because he was by then typically too drunk to drive.



A recent photo I got from Ben Schactman's Facebook page -- showing him and Kathy in typical CRACKED-OUT posing-behavior.


Also, it will be interesting when we learn NC State Representative Deb Butler's wife Anni Parra's cause of death. I have no evidence, nor have I heard rumors -- or even of her existence, except knowing that Deb Butler was married to a woman. But Deb admitted to me that she does hard-drug trafficking with Jonathan Deputy, and now fled-to-Honduras Father Robert J. Kus headed for years St. Mary's Catholic where Anni's funeral is tomorrow (NO, I will NOT show up -- although that is very tempting). My parents set up the Christian Drug Mafia here with Father Bob Kus and Nixon Aide John Ehrlichman.

While many Catholic people are some of the finest I know, the Church CONDEMNS homosexuality in practice, but not nature. One would EXPECT that St. Mary's would have REFUSED to give a funeral for such an admitted pussy-licking woman!!! I well remember a fundraiser for Julia Olson-Boseman in 2015, when she broke down CRYING because her Protestant Church REFUSED to baptize her child because of his homo mother. That Julia was UPSET and CRYING proved that she is just a CHRISTIAN PIECE OF SHIT!!! 

She should have left that Church PERIOD -- or at least found a LOVING Christian Church -- there ARE some of those!!!


And Julia Olson-Boseman was a HUGE NARCO-HILLARY supporter -- LOL!!! 


I hope in her new position as a New Hanover County School Board Member (CORRECTION: New Hanover County Commissioner), she will CONDEMN the Christian Church's White Supremacy and Hard-Drug Trafficking -- and help bring us to some TRUTH in EDUCATION!!!

Well, KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!!!

I'm copying Ben, Mark, and Ben's bosses -- as well as certain other media, but none will be blind-copied.

Thanks again,

Scott D. Kenan

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And here is something for Li'l Ben Schachtman's wife, Kathy -- she can GLUE ON an old Burt Reynolds CHEST-HAIR WIG, like were so POPULAR in the 1970s -- LOL!!!
 




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Tuesday, January 1, 2019

RP: Hannah Jelkes: "Oh God, please can't we stop now?" In Memory of Wilmington, NC State Representative Deb Butler's Wife, Maria Antonietta "Anni" Parra 1966 - 2018, Who Died Suddenly This Past Friday:

RE-PRINTED from herehttps://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2019/01/hannah-jelkes-oh-god-please-cant-we.html



Deborah Kerr as Hannah Jelkes in Tennessee Williams's The Night of the Iguana, directed by John Huston.




My tour of the ruins of the movie set of Iguana in Mismaloya, Mexico by one of John Huston's assistants:





Deb Butler and Anni Parra in a 2014 photo (Photo: Facebook/Deb Butler)





Maria Antonietta "Anni" Parra


June 8, 1966 - December 28, 2018

Maria Antonietta Parra, age 52, “Anni” to all who knew and loved her died suddenly on Friday December 28, 2018 of an unexpected illness.
Anni served as the grant administrator at Talbert and Bright Engineering. Anni always knew just the right help to lend. She chose just the right words. She listened and she cared and you could feel it. Some lights are so bright they can never be extinguished. Her megawatt smile was something to behold and it was always given so freely. Oh, and by the way, her hair was really badass, too.
Anni was born in El Paso, Texas to Guillermo M. Parra and Maria Chavez Parra and grew up with with six brothers and sisters Willie, Lori, Ernie, Margie, Peter, Greg and her very special cousin Gina.
Anni is also survived by her spouse Deb Butler, and her beloved pups Paytee Pie and Molly Moo, as well as countless nieces and nephews.
A memorial service will be conducted 2:00 PM Thursday January 3, 2019 at Basilica Shrine of Saint Mary.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to the following organizations:

Paws Place at TMC Funding
Good Shepherd Center at TMC Funding
Cat Adoption Team / C.A.T. at TMC Funding

Please share memories and condolences with the family by clicking on the “Post a Condolence” tab below.
Wilmington Funeral & Cremation, 1535 S.41st Street Wilmington, NC 28403. 910.791.9099.




May I suggest that because in 2011, the Good Shepherd Center (which had banned me from staying or eating there when I was homeless), had posted a poster in their main room allerting the Drug Addicts there, "Scott Kenan: Wanted Dead or Alive", hacked my computer from their logo-ed van parked in front of my S. 8th Street apartment, and employed my Ecuadorian roommate, David Escalante, but REFUSED to pay him and two other buddies. When they insisted after several weeks of unpaid work, the Good Shepherd employees SHOT the other two in the face and told David they would kill him too if he ever asked for his pay again.


David immediately fled for Charlotte and was never heard of again -- but I STILL have his New Hanover County Record of Immunizations!!!


Additionally, while I was a resident of Mercy House Homeless Shelter in late 2011, MANY devout Christians there told me their churches had at first supported the Shepherd, but after discovering that the staff had EMBEZZLED enough money to buy themselves boats and cars, they STOPPED!!!

The ONLY Wilmington Churches who then supported the Good Shepherd Center, were TOTALLY involved in Hard Drug Trafficking, the Shepherd then considered a Heroin Distribution Center -- and I caught long-time resident "Whitey" cutting Heroin into retail bags in the men's room of Pine Valley Church of God -- at their King's Breakfast, which they then served at their church -- and alerted the Pastor to it.

Good Shepherd was FOUNDED by a physician in my "Discovery Group" at First Presbyterian, and that church with Mayor Saffo's St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox, and First Baptist (the one on Kenan Plaza), were the only churches giving them significant support then.


I recommend giving In Memory of Anni Parra to one of the OTHER charities listed.





In Tennessee Williams's The Night of the Iguana, Hannah Jelkes (a "spinster" and impoverished artist, touring the world begging money and making a little from her paintings), gave the quote in my title above -- after her grandfather, Nonno, "the world's oldest living and practicing poet", who travels everywhere with her -- like Rev. Walter Dakin often traveled with Tennessee when Walter was ancient, finally, after years, completes and recites his BEST poem.



Nonno then drops his cane and expires:


How Calmly Does the Olive Branch (Nonno's Poem)


How calmly does the olive branch
Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer
With no betrayal of despair

Some time while light obscures the tree
The zenith of its life will be
Gone past forever
And from thence
A second history will commence

A chronicle no longer gold
A bargaining with mist and mold
And finally the broken stem
The plummeting to earth, and then

An intercourse not well designed
For beings of a golden kind
Whose native green must arch above
The earth's obscene corrupting love

And still the ripe fruit and the branch
Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer
With no betrayal of despair

Oh courage! Could you not as well
Select a second place to dwell
Not only in that golden tree
But in the frightened heart of me?
 








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