I Spoke To Soon…


Just when I thought we had successfully started back up with out demons from our past returning to posses us once again.

Alright, as returning readers know, over the years I have heard from different people who have dealt with some of the people mentioned in the posts of this blog. From simple back n forths  to toxic troll tactics to slanderous destruction of friends and families. I am not exaggerating here.

Most of the time there isn’t much I can do to help other than explain things that are already all over this blog in black & white… and red. The best advice I could ever give is to ignore them, most feed off your attention like a flame feeds off of oxygen. I know that isn’t always easy. But trust me when it comes to dealing with these types of things it’s better to do as I say and not as I do.

I know, lame. But it is true. It is just not worth it. And to be honest, when I stopped blogging I stopped being their favorite punching bag.

I bring this up because shortly after posting the last post I was contacted by someone who says they were attacked online by some familiar screen names.

Not only that, but yours truly and the ZW Blog were somehow mentioned as some ploy to bring us into the games as well.

Are you fucking kidding me?!?

Don’t worry. I’m on it. I’m looking into the situation and I can tell you it looks like a big fucking mess! You will not believe how far this one seems to have gone.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I knew bringing the ZW Blog back up could open wounds and bring back the puppets.

I just didn’t know it would be so quick. Like it was just waiting there for my return.

Wow Bob Wow, is an understatement.

Welcome Back

Alright, the ZW Blog has been back for almost a month and so far so good.

I was so torn about coming back. As we know this place is organic, so it didn’t die just because I stopped posting. The question is, where has it grown to over this past year? I’m not sure. I’m not even sure yet which direction we will go. But for better or worse we are seat-belted in once again.

So far it has been nice though. Three nuggets for the noggin in a row. Nothing to heavy and yet still things in there to take away from.

Yes so far so good!

I would like to end this post with a song some one sent me a month or so ago. If you read this, thank you. I play it every day.

Healter Skelter

As returning readers know, I had an early fascination of sorts with The Manson Family. This came from an article I read on them back in 1984. The first time I saw the name zero was in that article. So yea, that article had an impact on me. I’ve written about all this so I won’t repeat old posts (I would never do that). It is also known that I am a pretty big Beatles fan. This is due to many reason separate from Manson, The Family, or that article, but Manson and The Beatles were kind of connected in my teen and early adult life. This is primarily because of The White Album, which we’ll will get to shortly.

Rewind to 1979. I was just a kid, just beginning to find my own music. I saw the movie Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. I loved that movie. I know, Bee Gees doing The Beatles in a corny movie, not the coolest way to get into The Beatles,  but this is how it happened. Besides my other favorite movie at the time was Grease. Makes sense, no?

Getting side tracked, I know, some things never change.

So a friend of mine’s older sister had a copy of The Beatles‘ Sgt. Pepper and played it for us. I still remember looking at the cover for the first time.

sgt pepper cover

I didn’t know most of the people on it at the time so I didn’t study it too much. Definitely not like I would do later with my own copy. Then I opened the cover and looked at The Beatles in their bright uniforms just like from the movie (I know the movie was just like the album, this is just how I was seeing it then) I thought it was cool but it was not the big bang. That came when I saw the back cover..

sgt pepper sleve


I was sucked in. She played it from beginning to end and I read along beginning to end. This was the first time I had ever done that but is tradition now. All my favorite albums were first listened to this way.

I can picture the 3 of us sitting there in her bed room listing to it on her record player with such, what’s the word I want? Nostalgia? Well it definitely is a an easy memory to dig up.

The following year while staying at my grand-parents, I learned my aunt had Abbey Road on 8-track and that thing got played and played.

I fucking loved that album. These just happened to be the 2 albums where most if not all the songs from The Bee Gees‘ movie came from, but I was really hearing some of these songs for the first time… obviously.

It’s not like I had never heard The Beatles before 1979. Of course I had. On the radio or my parents playing them. That was kind of why I liked the movie so much. Seeing the characters in the songs brought to life was fun.

But as I said this was the time of me finding my own music, The Beatles was not that. The 80’s had kicked in and I was on a ride that would detour through new wave, punk, hip hop, and metal.

In 1984 my new-found interest in The Family brought The Beatles back into my life. Well with the help of Motley Crue.  Later that year  I got the Motley Crue picture disc for Helter Skelter.

motley helter skelter pd

Inside on the record sleeve was this:

motley helter skelter sleve


But this time there was more.

Now I had read the Manson family article but I did not know all the details of the murders, my mom filled me in. My mom was a little taken back by the picture of the bloody refrigerator. After explaining that The Family had written on the LaBinca’s fridge in blood my mom expressed how she thought Motley’s album sleeve was sick and disrespectful. I thought it was cool. We were both right.

There was no internet to chase back then, but I chased anyways. I talked to anyone I knew who knew about Manson’s fascination with The Beatles. Plus we had the library. My dad bought me The White Album on cassette and I wore it out.

What a master piece! Still one of my favorite albums long after my interest in The Family fizzled.

Back then though The White Album and Charlie Manson went hand in hand. I even had it playing while I read Helter Skelter. It helps set the mood.

From the idea that The Beatles were The four Horsemen from the bible speaking directly to Manson through their music to the idea that Helter Skelter was a call to war of the races that Charlie and his family would hide away from in the desert and return to rule over this end of times survivors. It’s just some freaky shit.

While reading in Helter Skelter about how Susan Atkins is the first to admit to The Families infamous murders to a cell mate while sitting in jail (at the time the family was only charged with some stolen vehicles) and started the whole investigation into Charlie and The Family connection to the murder cases (all separate at the time since cops had not relied Tate and LaBinca murders were related), I was listening to Sexy Sadie.

I think most people know Susan was known within the Manson family as Sadie Mae Glutz or Sexy Sadie. And the lyrics are:

Sexy Sadie, what have you done
You made a fool of everyone
You made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie, ooh, what have you done
Sexy Sadie, you broke the rules
You laid it down for all to see
You laid it down for all to see
Sexy Sadie, ooh, you broke the rules
Coincidence?  Of course. Don’t make it any less trippy.
After reading Manson In His Own Words, Charlie becomes a lot less of a big scary boogie man. Yes, Mansson tries to down play himself, but still you can see that there is a middle ground between the ultimate evil described in Helter Skelter and the average criminal some other accounts paint. You can see how most of the madness did not start to create some race war but over money Manson thought was owed to him by Gary Hinman. The Family was trying to scare Gary into paying up when he was killed. Family member Bobby Beausoleil was arrested for that murder. So the Tate/LaBinca killings were done and then staged to look like the same person responsible for the Hinman murder was still at large therefore forcing the release of Bobby Beusoeil.
Most people know all this and really it don’t have much to do with the topic of this post. I am just pointing out that as with most stories we all tell and hear, they are not always as real as we make them. Was Helter Skelter the story line that inspired The Family? Maybe. But they didn’t even get the spelling correct:


Hence the misspelled title of this post.

None of this is is needed to go into this post’s topic (I thought some of you might find it interesting though), because we have the internet!

No need to rely on my memories or those I got my stories from. If you want to know about the connection of Manson and The Beatles you can chase it on the web!

I suggest you start with this:


It’s all there.

By the way, this post was actually began long ago and was meant to go up in the first year. So much was going on that it just got pushed aside and forgotten. It seemed to fit well with the previous posts so I sat down and got it out.

Hope some of you found it a fun read.

Baron Trump’s Marvelous Underground Journey

Has anyone heard about the Ingersoll Lockwood (author) conspiracy theories floating around out there in the wild, wild web?

I guess it’s been out there since 2016, but I just heard about it.

So you know I went chasing.

If you don’t know what I am talking about read on, it’s quite interesting.

So in the late 1800’s the new York born author Ingersoll Lockwood wrote three books that at the time were not very popular (for reasons we will get into in a moment), but gained internet stardom over 100 years later thanks to our current President. I doubt anyone would have called it a trilogy back when they were written. The first 2 were children’s books and both had the same main character: Baron Trump. The third was not a children’s book and is described on Amazon as follows:

This little booklet was penned at the end of the 19th century, and ostensibly involves events mere years later. A work of political satire, it chastises the rise of socialism and populism, inferring their fictional rise here as disastrous and leading to chaos. It is of note here that this work, along with others by Lockwood, appear to prognosticate the current political climate of the United States and West at large- and for an apparent religious Catholic of his era, it is not altogether impossible that Lockwood- wittingly or unwittingly- tapped into some mystic forces. Regardless, it is an interesting little political story from its time and is reflective of some of the social ideologies and movements of the age

It seems this third book called 1900 or The Last President was about an unpopular President (from New York) who the people of America rise up against in destructive riots. Wait are we sure this isn’t a trilogy?

The first 2 books are children’s books sort of along the lines of Alice In Wonderland. Which from what I have read is why the 2 books were not very popular when they came out. You can’t compete with the best.

Here is a description of the Baron books:

In the 1890s, Ingersoll Lockwood authored a series of children’s books about the escapades of his character, the young Baron Trump: Travels and Adventures of Little Baron Trump and his Wonderful Dog Bulger, and Baron Trump’s Marvellous Underground Journey. The series followed a literary trend of the time, which had child protagonists adventuring to enchanted lands and encountering fantastic beings. Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland, and L. Frank Baum’s The Wonderful Wizard of Oz are two famous examples of this genre.

Lockwood’s Baron is an aristocratic youth bored with his life of luxury in Castle Trump. Searching for adventure, Baron travels to Russia to discover an underground world beneath his feet. He journeys downward and finds himself lost in peculiar settings surrounded by the strange inhabitants of this new world. The stories follow his adventures and eventual struggle to find his way back to the surface he left behind.

And here is some more from Amazon describing all 3 books:

The Last President (or 1900), is a novel by Ingersoll Lockwood, written over a century ago. It became an instant best seller this year, when people began to notice that his author has also written two novels about “Baron Trump”, novels that recount the adventures of the German boy Wilhelm Heinrich Sebastian Von Troomp, who goes by “Baron Trump”, as he discovers weird underground civilizations, offends the natives, flees from his entanglements with local women, and repeats this pattern until arriving back home at Castle Trump. Chris Riotta noted in Newsweek that Baron Trump’s adventures begin in Russia, and also mentioned The Last President, in which the president’s home city of New York is riven by protests against a rigged presidential election. So, Ingersoll wrote about a president from New York, and about a boy named Baron Trump who has a castle in New York’s fifth avenue… Over a century ago. Extremely interesting books that make us wonder if that something that we call prophecies somehow really exists…

I find this all so interesting.

Of course the internet has run hard and fast with all this, some wondering if Donald Trump has a time machine.

That is ridicules… right?

Just because the first 2 books have a character called Baron Trump which seems to fit into the third story of a President literally bringing on the destruction of America?

That’s enough for me. LOL. Seriously though, there other similarities. Just be careful chasing the internet for them, because there are a lot of made up similarities as well. You know how it works.

If it wasn’t for the name Baron Trump though I doubt these books would have come up at all. And although it does sound like the name of the President’s son I should point out it is not. Baron is a title, not a name. The character in the 2 children’s stories is a Baron, therefore he is Baron Trump. So this could just be a coincidence (the dreaded “c” word) or maybe someone had read the book and Barron is named after the Baron.  Not our President of course, everyone knows he doesn’t read. But maybe Melina. Or maybe someone had brought the story up to President Trump because of his family name being in the stories. Maybe, maybe not. my point is I find most of the connections stem from the character of the children’s book being named called Baron Trump and since that connection is not so mysteriously, impossible as at first glance, the rest don’t really add up to time machine either.

The whole thing reminds me of the Lincoln/Kennedy conspiracy. Remember that? I was just a kid (no internet) when I first heard about that. Freaked me out. I could never get my head around such coincidences.  That could be where I first started having issues with that word.

Luckily today we have the internet and we can seek out the truth of such fantastic legends:



It is the internet though. LOL!

We can do the same with the Ingersoll Lockwood trilogy (heh, heh):



Alright I feel better. Just coincidences.

Actually that don’t make anything better. Coincidences are a fucker.

Anyways, what ever you make of the weird connections made with The Donald and these 3 books, one thing is sure, it saved these old books from an inconsequential existence:

The Baron Trump novels were obscured by the more successful children’s books of the time. Lockwood’s tall tales seemed destined for the literary dust bin, but the election of Donald Trump in 2016 renewed interest in these works due to the President’s youngest son’s name: Barron Trump. Now, back in print, the Baron Trump series is enjoying considerable interest and success.

Interesting, right?

I might have to read these books myself, just to be sure.


Let’s Do This… Again

As a few of you know, today is the day my new year really begins. It’s a little surreal to start this day off back here on the blog (and hey whatever happened to the “falling snow”? I have to say it was a little disappointing to bring this place back up and there is no snow falling. There I go again loosing everyone in the parentheses. I am really gonna try to stop that, still I bet a few of you noticed and miss it as well.  They had a calming effect leading to some fun, lighthearted posts. Alright enough about the missing snowflakes, I got to get us out of this rambling parentheses).

Repetition. Life is 97% repetition. I hope no one came here expecting to get away from it. I’ve tried, believe you me, I’ve tried.

SSDD, ya know what I mean.

I’m not back to stir up old shit though. We can sift through ashes and I’m sure we will from time to time. Yes, I’m sure we will. But I refuse to let it trap us.

Because that 3% is a beautiful thing!