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Friday, December 26, 2014

One of these days I need to go through CofA Blog from beginning to end and see what all is in here. It was produced in such near frenzy that more than half I just remember as a blur. I am kinda proud of it, to be honest, and it's going to be up here forever, so. . .life goes on It all started here in 2007

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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Happy Holly Days

Winter is a time to sing group songs, cook warm food, and put colored lights in your house, traditions long before Christ walked on Earth. I do these things to counter the darkness and cold. You can celebrate "Christmas" and never mention any of the weird stuff tacked on by the Vatican 1700 years ago.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

I think Jesus came back centuries later and saw his followers had given the power and message back to Rome.  Worse, in his name, they were doing the opposite of what he taught. So Jesus said, forget this planet and went somewhere else.

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Monday, December 8, 2014

Why was Van Handel removed from Megan's Law website?

Is renowned Santa Barbara pedophile priest of Boy's Choir fame now just out there somewhere?

Word just got to me that perp priest Robert van Handel has been removed from the Megan's Law sex offender website.  He was living in luxury in Santa Cruz back in 2012, and now it seems only place you can read the stats on him as they used to be on the Megan's Law site is here at CofA Blog, as the link to where it was originally published no longer works. As published in Jan 2010:

From Megan's Law Website
Robert Van Handel 

Last Known Address:
Zip Code: 95006
Date of Birth: 04-02-1947
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 173
Eye Color: GREEN
Hair Color: GRAY
Ethnicity: WHITE

Above originally published in Jan 2010 at CofA Blog part of a large post on Van Handel. We were working on a post to publish this month about Van Handel when information that although there is no obituary about his death, for some reason Van Handel has been removed from the sex offender registry, CofA Blog learned this weekend.

I just went there and searched and this is what I found "0 Results" REGISTRY 

0 records from a national search including all states, territories and Indian Country for First Name like Robert, Last Name like Van Handel. To view a list of the jurisdictions included in this search, click here.
Search performed 12/8/2014 12:45 PM EST

Sunday, November 30, 2014

New Post In Progress

Background on Robert Van Handel 
from CofA Blog 2009-10:


Santa Barbara Boys Choir, 'constant supply of attractive little boys' for Franciscan pedophile priest (pages scanned here)

By Kay Ebeling

The Santa Barbara Boys Choir, "was clearly my choir, and the fulfillment of one of my fondest dreams," writes ex-priest Robert Van Handel in an attachment to his probation report called "Sexual Autobiography," from which we've scanned five pages here, for our readers to click-enlarge and read.

In his 9-point type single-spaced memoir, Van Handel (pictured above) admits, “Now I understand that [the choir] was also a constant supply of attractive little boys.”

It's likely Van Handel molested 150 eight- to twelve-year-olds as director of the Santa Barbara Boys Choir, according to a letter from his own therapist to the Court in 1994. (Read more in Santa Barbara Story Parts 9 and 10 coming soon.)  On these pages about his time as a Franciscan in Santa Barbara running the boys' choir, the pedophile priest talks his way through years of serial felonies.



Priest Takes Boys on a Drunken Camping Trip to Yosemite. Santa Barbara Story Part 8, wait until you see Parts 9 and 10

We continue to run direct quotes from two lawsuits filed Fall 2009 regarding priests at St. Anthony's Seminary, which closed in 1987.
Then someone handed me a piece of evidence from a 1990s lawsuit against those same Franciscans, this a "sexual diary" of Van Handel. After we post documents concerning a third lawsuit, from another adult victim of the Franciscans of St. Anthony's Seminary, we will have figured out what to do with the contents of the sexual diary. The document was apparently copied and passed around a bit during the early 1990s, I guess before Church attorneys realized they better scrounge everything up and find a way to con-vince a judge to keep everything sealed. I'm reading it now, a few pages at a time as it is hard to take. This is what I read this morning, from the period early 1980s when the predator priest was Rector of the high school for boys.

Previous entries on this subject:  Part One   Part Two     Part Three    Part Four    Part Five 
ALSO from Ignacio 


Homeless Shunned while Pedophiles Sheltered due to 'Concern for Well-Being of Choirboys' at Santa Barbara Mission

By Ignacio Aceves
When I was attending the seminary, aside from the sexual abuse I had to endure while in the hands of my Franciscan pedophile, a student was picked to read from a book about St. Francis of Assisi. In the book were many readings about how this saint dedicated his life to reaching out to the poor and homeless. He would even touch lepers, putting the perceived dangers of doing such a thing aside. What a guy! Anyway, you'd think that was how it was amongst the Friars at the seminary, right? Wrong! Here are a few things I can recall happening when I was there living amongst the Franciscan Friars.


MEMORIES: Housemate Was Pedophile Priest w/Maybe Hundreds of Victims, St. Anthony Seminary, Santa Barbara 1980s-1990s

It’s impossible to read Iggy’s emails and then say the Catholic Church did not enable pedophiles: “One time he brought in this young boy. They walked through the living room ...

HERE IS the Original from Wednesday:

“One time he brought in this young boy. They walked through the living room and straight into his study, then closed the door.” Iggy hesitates. “I heard the kid through the door say ‘Father Robert.’ And the way his voice sounded. It was this exclamation…. But I thought, oh nothing could be wrong, he's with a priest. So I just let it go. But my memory kept it. ‘Father Robert! Father Robert!’ Sometimes things are right in front of us and we don't even see them.”

When I began researching the hundreds of child molestations that took place at St. Anthony’s Seminary in Santa Barbara, I wrote to Ignacio Aceves, one of dozens of adult victims of priests at the Santa Barbara school run by Franciscans. Aceves' first emails were tentative, then he opened up and poured out memories of years he lived and worked at the seminary, sharing living space with Fr. Robert Van Handel.

The clever priest persuaded the Franciscans to let him run a boys' choirmaking him able to for 20 years take his pick of boys from the community in just the age range Van Handel craved. “Now I understand that it was also a constant supply of attractive little boys," the priest wrote soon after his 1994 arrest, in a "sexual autobiography."

"He could easily have abused 150 boys,” wrote a psychologist in Van Handel's Probation Report.

(See if you can still say the Catholic Church did not enable pedophiles after reading emails from Ignacio Aceves that resulted in this first person story.):


 When 24 Pedophile Priests from One Town Rape 60 Children, It Is a Public Nuisance. Sol Breakthrough Suit Filed against Franciscans in Santa Barbara, By Kay Ebeling, City of Angels, September 22, 2008

 Franciscans Are a Public Nuisance for Letting Children Be Raped over Decades, Says Santa Barbara Lawsuit, Which Could Work in Other States As Well, By Kay Ebeling, City of Angels, December 13, 2008

 Opposition to Fransciscan Request to Lump Ongoing Public Nuisance Case in Santa Barbara with Clergy Cases in LA, City of Angels, September 24, 2008

 The Franciscan Grabbed the Freshman by the Testicles and Instructed the Boy to Cough As If It Were a Hernia Exam. Just Another Day of Seminary Life, City of Angels, December 1, 2009

 Storm the Vatican April 2010. Also, Money for Therapy Comes from Plaintiffs Not Church, and Santa Barbara Story Part 3, By Kay Ebeling, City of Angels, December 1, 2009

 Predator Franciscan Describes Years He Ran Santa Barbara Boys Choir, "a Constant Supply of Attractive Little Boys", By Kay Ebeling City of Angels, January 26, 2010

 Pedophile Mind: As Sentencing Approaches, Priest Pours out Sexual History Hoping for Probation, Gets Notoriety Instead, By Kay Ebeling, City of Angels, January 29, 2010

 Priest Abused a Boy a Month in Santa Barbara Boys Choir. with 150 Victims, He Serves Time for One. Now Living in Santa Cruz, By Kay Ebeling, City of Angels, February 5, 2010

ALSO from Ignacio 

(Story in progress, above articles are background on topic previously published at CofA Blog)
 Judge Orders Records of Priests Accused of Molestation Released, By Victoria Kim, Los Angeles Times, April 3, 2009
 Ernesto C. v. Franciscan Friars of California, Inc.; Old Mission Santa Barbara, Oct. 5, 2009 
 Craig Clover, an individual, Plaintiffs, v. Franciscan Friars of California, Inc., Nov. 3, 2009 
More background

  • Robert Van Handel: A disturbing look into the mind of a ...

    Daily Mail
    Jun 1, 2012 - The 27-page 'sexual history', written by Rev. Robert Van Handel, a defrocked Franciscan cleric, details how he abused children in his boys' ...
  • Priest abuse: Father Robert Van Handel - Documents - Los ...
    Los Angeles Times
    The day the files were made public last May, Eckert, 44, read the words of FatherRobert Van Handel, the priest he says abused him. Below are documents from ...
  • 27 pages undo a life's haunting - Los Angeles Times

  • Friday, November 14, 2014

    At some point you have to go in the temple and turn over the tables. Jesus ain't here so someone else has to do it.
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    Sunday, October 26, 2014

    yes, women today bring their pre-teen daughters along to twerk exercise class and see nothing wrong with it. Weird time to be alive.

    Tuesday, October 21, 2014

    After the second time I assaulted Cardinal Mahony on the street, a judge had me live in a shelter for wayward women instead of a prison sentence. At that East Hollywood kitchen table, I had the moment of recognition: I have a perfect excuse to kill somebody. Fiction coming soon at CofA Fiction 

    Tuesday, October 14, 2014

    CofA Blog has come to a stop for a while. If you are curious what happened, contact me, I can't go public with it, it sucks. But the Church finally found a way to get me to stop.

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    Monday, October 6, 2014

    Abuse Not Only Sexual at Madonna Manor Catholic Boys Home (Ted 4 Part 1)

    Parallel Hells Continued

    “Earlier in day the nun was beating me, now she has me suckle on her breast.  I heard them killing a kid once. Just some of the things I'm dealing with in therapy.”  

    Madonna Manor
    Seeing stories in the news today about Irish orphanages where sex was only part of the abuse children experienced, I knew it was time to publish Ted 4 (Ted 1 is here  and Ted 2 is here ), since the theme of the Parallel Hells series is the similarities in pedophile priest crimes and coverups around the world.  I have not been able to complete Ted 3, which will be of the R Rated site and include details of sodomy rape by a priest in a confessional. To be honest, I can’t even open that Word file and work on it lately, so the project has been stalled, until I saw recent news reports from Ireland.

    The interview is a firsthand account of the nightmare of life for young boys in Madonna Manor children’s home run by the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of New Orleans in the 1960s and 70s.  Based on interviews with Ted Lausche Summer 2012 in Chicago, here is Ted 4, in Ted’s own words: 

    I heard them killing a kid once.

    We’d seen other kids get killed too.  You just didn't talk about it.  One kid got thrown under a giant tractor they used to cut the lawn. 


    It was terrible, then we never saw the kid again.  Nobody ever came around to explain. It was just like, everybody knew.

    You could be next. 

    We were out on the field playing soccer.  H told us to move because he was going to start cutting the grass.  There were about 13 of us, and we said fuck you, we're going to finish our game. 

    H went by on his mower, and this kid. . .

    He was a big kid, a large kid, older kid.  H was mad because we hadn’t moved.

    It was a really hot summer day, August, a swamp area, five miles from New Orleans if you fly across river, in Marrero a suburb near Algiers.  Back then we were the only thing out there, with just a two lane both ways. 


    I Was Laying In The Tall Grass Next To A Hand Sticking Out Of The Ground.  It had been eaten, dry skeleton like. 


    I’d run and hide on the property

    Other kids would run and right away try to get to New Orleans.  When I’d run away, I’d go hide somewhere on the property.  As a result I saw places where bodies buried.

    The fog was thick and I lay in the tall grass. 

    That's when I ended up lying in the tall grass next to a hand sticking out of the ground.  It had been eaten, was dry skeleton like. 


    My dad was a politician in Chicago.*  He was on stage at one time with the original Mayor Daly. 

    My mom never married my dad. 


    When I was a baby, maybe three years old, she put me in a taxi cab, I remember it, her and cab driver arguing.  We get to a bar, Figaro’s, a Mafia outlet.  Dad wasn’t there though.  He should have been, because he was running whore house activity. 

    His name was Theodore Paul Lausch.*

    When she had me, she still had her maiden name.  She decided for the birth certificate, his Lausch too guttural but by adding the E on the end it became Lausche.  

    Pronounced Laushay

    Made the name sound French.  

    It was the 1950s, she was a single mom with a kid.  She went to work as, well, as a dancer.

    (One time Ted did meet his father in a hotel room.)

    He bought me this weird ass toy, a yellow dump truck.  He was laying on the couch, he was fifty something, still in great shape. 

    Mom moved us to New Orleans.  She got busted for whoring, got 30 days, and didn't tell the cops she had a kid at home in the apartment.  She just left me, that's how I ended up in an orphanage.

    The apartment where I’d been for days with no food was right downtown New Orleans, two blocks from the police station.  After I’d been there for days with no food, I walked out and sat next to a fire hydrant, and a cop car pulled up. 

    At the police station they pushed two giant chairs together under a slow moving fan, that's where I spent the night.  They brought me sandwiches.  I was outside the drunk tank in a little cell. 


    Here’s How The Book Should Start.  Imagine a world where the only touch is violence. 


    Soon after I arrived at the orphanage, I was still new and f---ing scared out of my mind.  As soon as I walked in, when the social worker walked away this little tiny nun came around, she was about two inches bigger than me, all covered in black, all you saw were her hands and shoes. 

    She says, “You're going to love it here,” and got me an ice cream cone.  I'm thinking this is paradise.  Then the social worker walks away.  The ice cream cone flies into the garbage, the nun grabs me by the ear. 

    She jerked me down to the floor, slapped my face into the tile and said, I'm going to tell you everything you need to know between here and your dormitory.  Then through two dining rooms and a courtyard, believe me she did.  She dragged me by my ear when I couldn't keep up, slapped me half a dozen times.

    But she did not swear. That would be sinful.


    Sure I remember her name. 
    It's Sister Mary Omar. 

    She was about four foot six and was head at the time of Holy Sisters of Notre Dame out of Texas.

    There were about 500 kids at the orphanage, along with some deaf girls also on the property. 

    I was there maybe a week, still feeling my way.  There were unwritten rules about everything.  You were regularly beaten, everybody got punished, then afterwards everybody would beat everybody else up. 

    You slept two to a bed.  I'm laying on the floor, a kid kicked me onto the floor. 

    The strongest survive. 

    From the floor I hear a kid on a bed crying, see another kid is eating his sheets. 


    Earlier In Day She Was Beating Me. Now she has me suckle on her breast.


    (Cut to R-Rated excerpt )


    It wasn’t just me it was other kids too, she just seemed choose them at random. 

    The nuns at Madonna Manor must have been the lowest of the low, and this had been going on for a long time. 

    And we went to Mass twice a day,  three times on Sunday. 

    Everything we got was donated from the community.  When I got out of Madonna Manor, I wanted to go see each charity in the community and tell them, they should find out where their money goes. 

    I tried.

    Obituary of Ted's dad's wife:

    Betty J. Hall, nee Lausch, age 84, beloved wife for 65 years to Theodore R. "Ted"; loving mother of ... Funeral Service 7 p.m. at Colonial Chapel

    Posted by Kay Ebeling
    The City of Angels Is Everywhere