Hey man
Welcome back to The Dream Lounge. It’s been a rough week. No jokes or hyperbole today.
As we were putting my daughter Charlotte to bed (a little late) on Tuesday the 16th, my older sister called. My wife and I just had a bad feeling, it was unusual to call this late. She has young kids too around our daughter’s age.
Sure enough we pick up and learned that my mom Rosemary Johnson was dead.
Immediately we assume natural causes. A heart attack, slip and fall, etc. My mom was old and in poor health, disabled in some ways. None of this would have been surprising or unexpected.
My sister continued though. And very quickly we learned that my mother had been murdered in what was my grandma’s house years ago. My younger brother (by almost 9 years) Devin Johnson had allegedly slit her throat, in addition to other knife wounds.
Our younger sister had gone to visit, concerned about my mom not responding to texts for so long. She walked in to the house to discover our mother covered in a blanket, blood everywhere. Our brother long gone.
After a lengthy manhunt involving 4 different law enforcement agencies, a helicopter, police dogs, and a brutal final fight, they arrested him near Naples Florida.
He was - allegedly - trying to flee the country out of Fort Lauderdale with a plane ticket to Costa Rica. He has a prostitute girlfriend down there, similar to my hooker ex-wife situation aka Marrying Medusa. Runs in the family I suppose.
My brother is facing life in prison or even the death penalty if convicted.
I love my brother and will not abandon him no matter what he has done, even if I am the last human being on earth who loves him.
The horrific violence, abuse, and neglect my brother experienced for his entire life were beyond extreme. He was abandoned by the world and surrounded by insanity and violence.
The pain and abuse my brother suffered were even more extreme than what I suffered.
And what I suffered was enough to break 1,000 men.
I’ve told you my readers here in this newsletter several times before that my father was a violent monster who deserves to burn in eternal hellfire. And hopefully he is. However if anything I have understated the actual severity of real life events.
I suffer from a normalcy bias because my family life was 10/10 chaos and madness compared to a normal American home. The worst, most terrifying, bloody, and brutal day of your childhood was a regular Tuesday for Devin and I.
Due to this and the extreme nature of these events, I suspect a lot of my historical comments in this context come off too casually, or as hyperbole or something. No way that’s real. Because for me, life threatening violence from a parent was casual.
In other words comments about my family life were intended to be taken literally, and misinterpreted as an exaggeration or something.
I am shocked and horrified by what happened, as any sane person would be. I am not surprised however.
This is exactly what our father modeled as acceptable behavior. Over 40 years of non-stop terror, cruelty, and domestic violence.
People keep asking about motive.
You don’t understand. Life threatening violence was completely normal in our house growing up, all the time. This series of events could have started over something as mundane the air conditioning temperature or a window being open/closed.
Normies will then say oh so he was crazy or on drugs.
Yes probably, but you still don’t get it.
He was conditioned to behave this way for his entire life, as was our entire family. Violence against family is completely normal in our family.
The same way tying your shoes and brushing your teeth is normal to you.
Violence, cruelty, and madness is our family culture.
Many of you wonder why I’m so intense in the way I write, speak, and act.
Perhaps now you understand after the gruesome murder of my mother.
Intensity of focus and thinking was a survival mechanism I developed growing up. It was either that - swim and survive - or drown in violence and evil.
I chose life, reason, and reality.
To a degree that scares some people.
Good.
Maybe your fear will help you pull your head out of your own ass so you can start living life as a man properly, with infinite courage and conviction. To your last fucking breath on this earth.
There are lots of news reports and videos about this incident. Too many to list now. This is a solid one.
I have been talking with the media in some cases, as in this video. If you want to find more news reports search “WINK news” “Gulf Coast News” and “Fox 4 News Florida”.
After my father’s death about 2 years ago some family members have been trying to white wash his legacy of violence and evil. This is so disgusting and absurd to me that I have been fighting it on social media all that time. Sometimes with empathy and grace, other times, more bluntly and rudely.
With the murder of my mother and my brother facing death row, my tolerance for lies about my father has dropped to absolute fucking zero. Tell the truth or get fucked.
You can read the official press release from the Cape Coral Police Department here from today. The police chief held a news conference here as well on video.
I’ve setup a memorial fund here on GiveSendGo.
If my work has helped you in some way or if you want to help for whatever reason, your donation is appreciated. We could use help paying for funeral expenses and other costs related to her death.
As it stands we have no access to her bank accounts, and it might take over a year to access anything. Meanwhile mortgage payments and such are due to prevent foreclosure on her home, formerly my grandma’s.
I have a lot more to say on these events and issues. This is what I have for now. Thank you for reading.
/s/ Anthony Dream Johnson