By Casey Neelanz
Reviewing Palm Beach Post and Miami Herald, 1987:
The many attorneys for the press victoriously filed out of Federal
Court, one saying, “News reports could not have damaged Nelson’s
reputation because her lifestyle is so offbeat that even
allegations involving séances pale compared to reality,” so began
for Nelson a lifelong sentence of dismissed yet 100%-proved
indisputable libel, following another quote by a Newsweek
attorney, “A witch to date throughout history has never won in a
court of law.”
Nelson received retractions from all 11 newspapers involved.
Obscure apologies faded on the back pages after accusations on
the front pages of blowing an unprecedented three-foot-long
black-draped trumpet over a possessed orgy of chanting
celebrities, somersaulting into the media soiree a promenade of
the bizarre sexual acrobats that rocked and rolled out of Pulitzer
Mansion into the cockamamie accusations—tainting Nelson a
perverted voyeur, betraying, publicity-seeking sleight-of-hand,
when in fact. She was a hunted down by Peter Pulitzer’s Lawyers, a
subpoenaed witness who laid her hand on the Bible and under sworn
oath told the truth.
Time called Nelson the most damning witness against
Roxanne Pulitzer, then apologized for bad reporting.
Hunter Thompson watched on closed-circuit television the 18-day
Pulitzer divorce trial, covering the x-rated sexual bonanza for
Rolling Stone. In his scathing article, “A Dog Took My Place,” the
(Gonzo) journalist—somehow blinded by the prestigious
limelight—missed the three-day testimony of the psychic whom the
best news in print smeared, from Time to Newsweek,
Washington Post, and New York Post.
Around the world lied United Press International and The
Associated Press, but Hunter S. Thompson (Gonzo) never heard or
saw the pied piper psychic, Baltimore Sun-shone mistress of
ceremonies who yanked a pile of naked bodies off of Roxanne
Pulitzer, then snatched the big-sex trumpet from the lady of the
house and blew the weird, sex-entertained 15 Pulitzer family
members and their distinguished guests into supernatural bliss.
Proven libel, dismissed, by the gavel-pounding run of Miami
Federal Judges—all ruling, Evidence is evidence, undeniable proof
staring in them in the judicial eyes, beyond any reasonable doubt.
The Pulitzer psychic’s—Janis Nelson’s—life was libeled beyond
recognition, a victim of circumstances that should be sacrificed
to support the “First Amendment” and the Press’s pursuit of
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I am left here to ponder that the reason for Nelson’s absence from
Thompson’s years and years of obvious obsessions with the Pulitzer
divorce relates to the whole
Muskie/ibogaine mess. Thompson wrote
outright false allegations that
Senator Muskie was addicted to the
obscure drug ibogaine and the newspapers reported it as fact. Many
feel this significantly damaged Muskie’s career. Thompson, I
suspect, must have learned his lesson on feeding lies to the press
and ditched the Fortune Teller from the extraordinarily popular
script, “A Dog Took My Place,” which catapulted the nearly
dead-on-arrival icon from the bygone Sixties into superstardom, as
it did Roxanne Pulitzer. On the other trumpet, it buried Janis
Nelson deep in the grave of her name on the back street of no
return. Nelson received retractions from all 11
newspapers involved.
I came across an article written by a National Enquirer
reporter, who aided Thompson through the Pulitzer divorce trial
and reported that Thompson was crazed-enthralled with pleasing the
rock-and-rollers, rock-and-roll Rolling Stone, and he no doubt did
that. I can only assume that Fortune Tellers are not made of hit
music kind of stuff, so it spins. This must be the reason Thompson
left out of the mix the fly-by-night, long-black-cape, gypsy
vagabond, so called by Roxanne Pulitzer’s lawyer and who,
according the best news in print, ambushed the Pulitzer divorce
and turned upside down Judge Carl Harper.
I’ve had Janis give me advice on several occasions. I initially
had trouble reconciling her dead-on predictions. It is as if she
has sonar that can warn a submarine captain when he would
otherwise ram into a reef. Chilling—her ability to see the future,
so I have to wonder: From the get-go, did Janis Nelson perceive
the only stone she had to throw into Goliath’s eye was that 25
years later a young law student would take on the convoluted task
of Nelson’s dismissed libel suit on technical errors, win the
Fordham Law Journal Award, and later be published by Goliath
News,
“Are Talebearers Really as Bad as Tale
Makers?”—exonerating psychic Janis Nelson of the erroneous
judicial decisions and exposing this travesty of justice to the
public eye. One has to wonder, when you—as I did—discover the
uncanny accuracy of this psychic.
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