Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Morgan gurgles forth yet again.

This was received today through the Craig Franklin site.  

Of  course, if she really "want all of your ex husbands and I also want the ones y never culdo get,"  was true she is hankering after her deceased father, Richard Lee Barteaux.  Odd, but what else could you expect?  His family had money and that has been her driving purpose all of her life, to marry a rich man.  It took someone with Jay's background to nail her in one place, where she makes far less trouble for John Fund et al.  Morgan with kids to occupy her life, Jay to oversee her, and  a job at Walmart (If she is still there) is less trouble for everyone.  

Am I jealous?  No, not a bit, I am joyously happy, actually.  Life is far simpler and more satisfying now.  

Just a thought.  Do you think Morgan was sober when she sent this at 3:21 PM (22 hours ago), according to the contact form, all of which I save routinely.  
It followed a comment sent just minutes before, 2:11 PM, (23 hours ago) by another woman, who 
shall not be named, who either Morgan or Laura (perhaps it was a joint venture, also including Craig?) 
told me was involved with Craig.  She wanted to make sure I would not publish anything 
about her, which I have no motive to do. 

You no i want all of your ex husbands and I also want the ones y never culdo get -  jellus mummy? Y tawt me so much

Carolyn |

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Be of Good Cheer, Raye and Hobie are mobile and eager to communicate.

This charming note appeared in my email box via the Craig Franklin Blogspot.  

whaw? No birthdy wishes for the only man who keeps your blogs alive?

Ray and Hobie |

Note: This email was sent via the Contact Form gadget on

The comment is bizarre for multiple reasons and reflects a further attempt to perpetuate the false narrative Craig paid Morgan tens of thousands of dollars to sell to my friends and business associates.

Not to bore you, I will recount the facts.  

I was not interested in Craig romantically, but he did everything possible to engage my friendship and then raped and impregnated me. 

At the time we met he was pretty much penniless and between jobs.   This is, in itself, astonishing unless you understand why.  Craig graduated from Stanford with a degree in Math.  His first job was with NASA.  His second 

I forgave him because he begged me to do so and promised to make it right.  He then persuaded me to marry him and stole all of my assets, which were about $100,000.  I could not understand why there was no money because his new job, which he took ONLY to be in the Los Angeles area, another condition for marrying him,  was with Green Hills Software, Inc., then a struggling small start-up.   

When you look at what Craig puts up about his 'employment history' you notice a huge gap in time.  This is to hide the train of short time jobs.  These included, along with Data General.  All provided stock options.  


This is the only reason Craig was ever anything but a down at the heels geek moving from job to job every few months.  At each move he abandoned stock options, in many cases very large ones, because he would not file his IRS return.   These companies included Data General, where he received a large share of options.  

This is also the reasons his one contract with the National Libertarian Party became a bone of contention.  Craig would not file the taxes for Liberty Services, which was providing computer services for them.  

When I was, myself, on National Committee in the late 1980s, this was still an item on the agenda and Craig still refused to file or let anyone else do so.  

If I had know this I would never have married him, having been through a similar nightmare with my previous marriage to Ron Kellett (Foster - he took my name, over my protests.)  

And then, in 1997 I found out what had been going on.  

As it turned out, the article was far too sympathetic.  

You're Not Paranoid – The IRS is out to get you.

The marriage was a fraud perpetrated on me by Franklin for these reasons.

1.  He lied about every promise he made prior to the marriage, this including filing his taxes and remaining compliant.  

2. He married me not to have a relationship but to gain sexual access to my young daughters.  

3. During the 'marriage' he persuaded me to trust him to make investments for us which appear to have been ways to pay Michael Emerling Cloud for unspecified services.  

4. He paid Morgan, then apparently his mistress, to slander and libel me.  These payments were discovered during the divorce.  

Craig follows the same strategy during each of his 'relationships.'  He is a sexual predator with a focus on small girls who trust him as a father.  

Read this declaration by my daughter, Ayn, written in 1999.

Craig was attempting to manipulate my children into not trusting me, making them vulnerable to his sexual plans.  

Raye and Jeff Gordon have more in common with Craig than you can imagine.  

I sincerely hope Craig has exactly the birthday he deserves and that no one is standing nearby when the giant pile of guano hits him on the head.  The cupcake below, face down, one is much too good for him - or for Morgan, whose B-Day has been declared a National Day of Mourning, on July 5th.  

Monday, June 19, 2017

Morgan, the Psychopathic Predator, Speaks.

The short note below came to me through this site, so this is where I will respond, though I find any contact with this woman distasteful to the extreme.

Charges I was anything but a good mother are without foundation.  I had boxes of toys and books set aside for my grandchildren but because of the lies told, without foundation, will never have a relationship with them.  Knowing this was like a wound in my heart, but I know the kids would be manipulated if I tried, and this would create an opportunity for Morgan to cause harm to all of us.  Morgan's lies only work with people who did not know me.  Those who associated with me were nothing but confident I would be my word.  

These letters are from people who have known me from young adulthood to the present.  

Sonja Loll - Fellow Church Member  

Melody Gillespie - Registered Nurse 

W. Leon Smith - The Lone Star Iconoclast 

David Lincoln - Fellow Activist 

Gail Lightfoot - Libertarian Party  

Marian Replogle - Late Teens to present day 

Below is Morgan's nasty comment.  I can only be glad she continues to reveal her marginal literacy.  

"Craig is a better grandfather to my boys than you will ever beeeee!!! They love him and you will never see your grandchildren. You are the psycopath who ruined all of your childs lives

Abigail |"

Note: This email was sent via the Contact Form gadget on

About "Morgan:"

 Morgan is given to short exclamations because longer expository challenges are beyond the scope of her mind.   She is hoping this remark will hurt me because she is using the name of my last child, Abigail, who died just  before she was born.  It took time for me to recover from the loss but I have done so.  

Morgan, born Carolyn Anne Barteaux, the Barteaux being the genetic source of the psychopathy, gave birth to two sons by Jay Gell.   Marrying Barteaux was a tragic mistake for me.  And having married him and become pregnant I would have been well advised to have an abortion.  If I had known the ugliness of her character and her vicious propensities, I would have refused custody and handed her over to Richard and his parents.  That would have served all of them right.  Knowing, I could not have, in good conscience, given her up for adoption because of her inherent moral flaws, lack of conscience, compassion, empathy, and more.  

Morgan spent her life looking for a wealthy man to support her when my father, who had refused to further support her after Mother died, stopped.  Father had eventually confronted the truth about her, disgusted.  

The first 'romantic' victim, by her report, was Eddy Van Halen, who she tried to maneuver into leaving his marriage to Valerie Bertonelli.  

There was an earlier attempt by Morgan to engage a customer of her Aunt Anne in a sexual relationship, but Anne caught her and kicked her out of the house.  

The second serious attempt was Eugene, who she deceived into the relationship by forcing me to write emails she could send to him which would make it appear she was a wit, well read, and literate.  I again apologize, abjectly, to Eugene for aiding her.  But after weeks of harassment and the threat she would never marry and remain dependent on me unless I did, I acquiesced.  Eugene, I am so, so glad you escaped.  

Note that Morgan told all and sundry she was sterile because of the miscarriage she had (could have been a lie) while in a sexual relationship with Eugene Volokh, who realized the dreadful mistake he was making and summarily dumped her just a few weeks before she jumped in bed with John Fund.  Fund is a NeoCon operative who I knew when he was just starting his career as an operative working directly for Ed Crane.  

Crane and the Kochs were attempting to take over the Libertarian Party and use it as a tool for Big Oil and otherwise enacting their political agenda - which had nothing to do with freedom, rest assured.  

I witnessed all of this, disgusted but did not know about Fund's professional goals because, naturally, he lied.  

Those who did know remained silent in hopes Fund would eventually cut them in for some largess.  

So, there she is in New York City with Morgan humping John Fund, who had asked her to call him Uncle John, along with the same wish to my other children.  And she did not arrive in NY alone.  With her was her main squeeze, my estranged husband, Craig Franklin, to whom this site is dedicated.  

I learned about this much later because, not surprisingly, none of the them were into transparency.  If you were screwing your daughter, would you advertise the fact?  And John did not want this 'connection,' known either.  

At the time, I was undergoing several surgeries.  An angiogram for my heart condition, a corneal transplant, and  abdominal surgery.   Arthur, my son, was in rehabilitation for the traumatic brain injury caused when he was driven into a depression by Craig's abandonment of him.  Craig had then paid Morgan $10,000 to persuade me to turn off life support.  I cared for Arthur alone, and it was a struggle I do not like to remember.  

The check for the $10,000 surfaced during discovery from the divorce.  

The day Morgan began humping Fund was October 26th, my birthday.  I was in the hospital while she was in bed, evidently with both Fund and my husband.  

Craig lied to everyone about the reason he married me.  Craig is a psychopath himself and a sexual predator whose target victim is a young girl, a very young girl, who trusts him and calls him, 'Daddy.' 

By marrying me and adopting my children, at his insistence, his goal was to force them into an incestuous relationship and destroy them.  The sex is not the ultimate goal, his goal is raping and destroying them emotionally.  

Morgan's offspring are boys. 

Note that Craig's oldest son, Jonathan Scott Franklin, is in prison for hiring a hitman to kill his wife. Craig's first comment upon learning his son had been arrested on this charge was, "That was stupid, they always suspect the husband,"  

Kiddie porn was found on Scott's computer when he was arrested.  Father and son evidently share this interest.

Craig likely encouraged Scott by his own exhaustive discussions during conference calls with his son, Jonathan, Morgan, Michael Emerling Cloud, and others, on how to kill me.  

Craig tried to get Morgan to sign a paper in his attorney's office stating he had not had sex with her soon after this.  
He also tried to recharacterize his payments to her as 'loans.'  

She had again suckered me into believing her and paying for her bankruptcy.  That is over.  

Around February 23, 2001 Morgan filed bankruptcy in Santa Barbara to clear the issue of the coerced promissory note from Craig and other debts she could not pay.  

On May 23, 2001 Craig filed a COMPLAINT to stop her from clearing the issue of the coerced promissory note.  In the motion he mentions more money he gave Morgan.  Since we know that Craig routinely hands over about $5,000 a month to women who he wants to be available to him sexually.  Morgan believed the money was payment for the assistance she was giving Craig to defraud Melinda and also kill her.  

Craig never gives away money without expecting to get something of value to him.  Destroying Melinda and securing all of the marital assets was of enormous value to him so it seems petty that he would also insist on getting sex.  But Craig is a psychopath and so this was a natural move for him.  

Morgan was part of the conspiracy which Morgan admits to in the response below.   This is an example of what happens when psychopaths collide instead of cooperating. 

On August 27, 2001 Morgan responded to a RESPONSE filed by Franklin to stop her from declaring bankruptcy on the promissory note she had signed under duress.

This document is well worth reading for the shock value.  The document names Dan O'Dowd, Michael (Emerling) Cloud as co-conspirators with Craig.  The document was produced by We The People, a legal service in Santa Barbara at the time, using statements from Morgan.  The document is signed by Morgan, the Debtor and Defendant.  

January 15, 2003 - Franklin Complaint Dismissal

Morgan and Craig deserve each other,  Morgan should ask Craig to come and live with her and have Jay add on to the garage so Craig can live there instead of lurking in Motel 6.  I'm quite sure Morgan is nearly as good a mother as Craig is a father.  I can only hope he has not changed his sexual proclivities since I last had a report.  

The sad fate of these children, the two boys, is painful to even consider. But I can only hope they eventually escape.  

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Where is Craig now?

Now that the firefly has burned out?

Friday, February 24, 2017

A new position for Craig

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Craig spent 26 years as Senior Vice-President of Advanced Products at Green Hills Software, which he built fromscratch into a $20M/year business unit. His clients included Ford Motor Company, ARM, Infineon, ST Microelectronics, and many Japanese companies. Before that, he worked on the Apollo moon shot and spent five years on the staff at MIT.

Friday, February 10, 2017

Little beads of sweat would swell on Craig's brow as he tried to simulate human emotions, I now realize.  

Psychopathy costs normal Americans hundreds of billions of dollars every year using what is a very partial assessment of the costs. 

I was far too credulous and trusting.  If only the facts of psychopathy had been available when I was young I would also have realized Morgan could be a psychopath when she grew up since,clearly, her biological father, Richard Lee Barteaux was one.  


Here is another poem from my period of recovery from Craig.  

From First Jasmine Series 

54.Letting Go Illusions - To Craig Franklin

The tendriled tug of memories reproves my reasoned thought

Sharp and sweet that idylled time, devoid of all but drought

Sanctuaried, love made place

Where I have lingered in embrace

With that one imperfect, personed soul

Who spun out love in raptured flows

Of song borne thought entrancing, glad

Reminding, lighting, the life I had.

Illusioned figment of my mind

Where only grief and sorrows bind

The soul seared silence that you left

Leaving me consumed, bereft.

This, the logic of your acts

Stark and violent, ugly facts.

This the unmade years I'd given

Disposed and sneered, my heart so riven.

That even logic turns away

When so little remains to do and say.

My hand, that still, still longs to touch

Mind reproved, it winced but trusts

Because love filled, consumed, forgave

Till nothing there was left to save.

Addicted to the thought of you

Now realized: who I never knew.

So mind - release your argued wish

Logic, reason delve and sheer

Revoke the memoried source, dismiss

The undone presence once most dear

Remove the Craig who was my heart

That I might breathe, live on, restart

The life I forged from living will

that pain in me be stilled.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Poems for Craig

Craig always wished he could write verse or poetry but possessed little talent.  He described his efforts for simulating human emotions as taking most of his left brain, and that I now well believe.  At that, he did not do a very good job.  

While I was reviewing my poetry I found multiple poems Craig 'inspired.'  It still gives me the creeps to think about having ever allowed him to touch me.  But as I review my body of work I was struck with how therapeutic they had really been. Every time I wrote one it was like I was excising some part of his ugliness.  

Therefore, I think they belong up here.  Morgan's will go on her own site.  They really were perfect for each other.  

4. Fear and Pain that Still Detain
(Dedicated with complete sincerity to Allen Craig Franklin, my husband and abuser) 

Battered hopes and shattered truth
Begun with trust removed with lies
This the wretchedness of my youth
Distorts my life, unmakes, denies

Abused, a word that understates
The harshness of the world it makes 
Abused in mind, in body bashed
reproved by love that kills- but lasts

He came with smiles, seduced with faith
designed the ugliness of fear
An interdiction for all belief
that shackled self when he was near


Used, rejected, scorned, detained
denied the scope that life retains
Needed, sold to use again
a life that grows more ever grim


Battering on body, mind,
that fractures thought, my will and signs
Remakes the person who was me
into something that I hate to see


If you have not walked and known,
not tasted fear and so been owned
You do not know where I have been
a place that holds no hopes or friends. 

You have not lost the inner scope
that held your course and gave you hope
You have not lived and breathed and died
in soul belief he would not lie. 

Abused and Freed

When grief is wrung, despised and gone
while still the spirit listens, longs
To hear the echoes that belong
to the voice that held that song. 

When I learned to see anew
that life could be again renewed
And shackles that had owned my bones
were broken by the life I'd grown. 

My breath was eased, in body, mind
The walls were breached, dissolved in time. 
I tasted, relished, lived and laughed
Freed of what distorted, grasped. 

Manumission of emotion 
that can never compromise
The transmission which, evoking, 
fractured self to make me wise.