2nd Official Tate-LaBianca Murders Blog

    UPDATE : As per the Autopsy Reports from the LA County Coroner’s Office and the LAPD Initial Progress Report, Deputy Coroner John Finken was in charge of removing and bagging all personal property on and around the victims’ bodies found at the Tate crime scene on Cielo Drive, August 9, 1969. Dr. Finken arrived on site at approximately 1 pm and began his work on the first body, John Doe #85 (as the identity of Steve Parent was not yet known). He bagged one Lucerne wristwatch, which was found in the backseat of the Rambler and a WALLET which held various papers, $9 in cash but no ID. He then took the liver temperature of the victim, the ambient temperature inside and outside the Rambler and bagged the victim’s hands for possible trace evidence before he moved on to the next victim. Linda is full of s---! She did NOT enter that Rambler after Parent was killed. Nobody did. All that was done after Tex shot this boy was that Tex reached in to the open driver’s side windo...

I was going to wait until the U.S. premiere of the made-for-TV, 40th anniversary special, “Manson: 40 years Later” to air before publishing my diatribe take on the show…but peoples’ tongues are already wagging with opinions less than based on fact and more than based on personal perceptions. Yeah, I know; that’s what blogs are for, but if you have a large following of people who know little about the subject and bloggers say that the world is flat, then those followers are apt to travel to the edge to see if they will fall off… And a popular following website doe not always correlate to a fact-based version of events… I will not deny that several “facts” given in Linda Kasabian-Christian’s version of events of the Manson Murders are either, a) brand new facts finally revealed, or b) embellishments of her story for TV ratings, or c) a warped  memory due to aging and years gone by. Regardless, these new points should be properly examined in the light of day, solely a...

"You can't put your arms around a memory. Don't try." The Late, Great Johnny Thunders You Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory "One day while I was not at home, while she was there and all alone, the angels came. Now all I have is memories of Honey, and I wake up nights, and call her name". Bobby Goldsboro Honey So,...I'm sittin' in my orange velveteen chair...eatin' Starbucks espresso truffles and watchin' "H.R. Pufenstuff",...via my ipod,...when I began to muse about the sorry state of Leno Labianca's finances. "Leno Labianca" (That's a funny name. You know you want to say it out loud....go ahead....I'll wait.) Anyway,...I'm sittin' there thinkin' about his finances, right? I mean, just how does a person own nine racehorses...and nobody knows about them? What kinda freakin' screwed up ...

Note: The exact date for Shorty Shea's murder is not known. It occurred sometime between August 19-28, 1969. The Family was arrested for GTA, Grand Theft Auto, in a raid on the 16th, and released the 19th. Biker Danny DeCarlo stated it was soon after their release they killed Shorty. Prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi deemed it to be the 25th or 26th. I concur. As a leaned guess for this recreation, I've chosen the wee hours on the 25th heading into the 26th. *** Another Chatsworth dawn. Another sunbaked, sandblasted, sagebrush scuttling day. A day like any other day. But not for people without a conscience. It was after 9 a.m., August 25, 1969. Sadie flicked on the Spahn Ranch saloon transistor radio. It was playing Donovan's Hurdy Gurdy Man. As everyone else slept, Sadie swayed to the haunting tune. It was never too early for a party in old Sadie's spaced-out head. Some Family members slept in longer than usual, as they were exhausted from their clean and sanitary stay i...

   The Garbage-Bin Goulash was the dinner fare, yet again. Afterwards, the kids went their separate ways — some down to the creek, others inside the caves — smoking their allotted pot to chill for the evening as the sun melted away. Not everyone in the Family would sit back and relax this evening. As the Spahn Ranch work day came to a close, Charlie and Clem headed to the barn to see Shorty before he left for the day. "Hey Shorty, man, we never see ya. How come you don't wanna party with us no more?" Charlie clapped his hand on Shorty's shoulder, flashing a toothy smile. "Hey Charlie. I just do my job and go home. I got a wife now, you know. Any partying is done with her now. What do you care, anyhow? You got all them kids to party with." Shorty shoveled the last of the horse manure into a wheelbarrow, his final chore of the day. "Ah, hell, man, at least come sit with us a spell at the fire. We got some good weed I nabbed from my friends up near San...