2nd Official Tate-LaBianca Murders Blog

  For the foreseeable future, or at least until I complete the two major book projects I have on tap, I will be writing in rotation for this and other websites under my name (see list below, and you are welcome to follow each/all for their updates). That means that I will still be posting episodes, articles on these sites every Tuesday, but only on one of the five topics per week (copied to all associated sites, of course), so that I may have more time to complete the big book projects whose deadlines are this summer and fall. I do apologize for this rotation, but I have been neglecting several of these sites that also need my regular attention. I do hope you understand. This rotation will begin next Tuesday, April 26, 2022. Thank you for your support! Best Always, Barbara ~~~ Topics: Words to Write By… and Books by BJ Thompson Author Website - http://www.booksbybjthompson.com/ Medium - https://medium.com/@BooksbyBJThompson Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/Books

Courtesy Framepool & Rightsmith  “ It was so quiet , one of the killers would later say, that you could almost hear the sound of ice rattling in the cocktail shakers in the homes way down the canyon .” ~ Vincent Bugliosi, Helter Skelter Fifty years is a long time… Gary Hinman would be 84 this December. Steven Parent would be 68. Jay Sebring would be 86 this October. Voytek Frykowski would be 83 this December. Abigail Folger would be 76 this August. Sharon Tate would be 76. Sharon’s baby, Paul Richard, would be 50. Leno LaBianca would be 94. Rosemary LaBianca would be 90 this December. Donald “Shorty” Shea would be 86 this September. Instead, every soul listed above has been dead and buried for a half century while their killers — minus Atkins-brain cancer and Manson-heart attack — breathe quite comfortably above ground in prison. I will not list the killers’ names. It was hard enough on this anniversary to list the two above who fi

The Cannes Film Fest gave the 56 year-old film maker a standing ovation for his recent creation, Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood. They would. After all, it’s Tinsel Town enablers, enabling. I’m not sure that’s the barometer one should use to assess this celluloid trip. Quentin was six and I was five when the Tate-La Bianca murders went down. I doubt either one of us on August 9, 1969 were smoking LSD laced cigs in between playing with Barbies and G. I. Joes, but sober and young, we were obviously both affected. Although light-years higher and farther in artistic success than little old me, Quentin and I have used the same delivery in our works — wrapping a fictional tale around a factual event. For both of us, it’s a way to go down Memory Lane and get revenge or sneak in the last word or just plain have a few chuckles at inside jokes only those present could appreciate. I get that, I do, but here’s the rub… and I will explain via paraphrased dialogue from Rob