#Mark Kilroy

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The Satanic Beheading of Mark Kilroy

Heading into March of 1989, Mark Kilroy was a pretty average 21-year old college student at the University of Texas. For Spring Break he and some of his friends decided to make an adventure out of it. This year, they decided to go big, and vacation along the Texas-Mexico border in an area called South Padre Island.

For the first couple of nights, they decided to stick close to the place they were staying, enjoying themselves along the beach and at nearby bars. But that Sunday, they decided to cross the U.S.-Mexico border, and visit some foreign soil for an evening. They had such a good time, in fact, that they decided to do the same thing the following night - March 13th, 1989. Several hours later, as everyone began stumbling back home - intoxicated, no doubt - Mark’s friends realized that he wasn’t anywhere to be found. In the parade of college students crossing the border, heading back to flophouses and rental homes, he had gotten separated from his friends. The following morning, Mark failed to show up or call any of them, and he was reported missing to local police.

Mark Kilroy seemed to have disappeared straight into thin air. His case struggled to gain any headway but then Mark’s case was featured on “America’s Most Wanted,” where it gained international recognition, but his case would remain rudderless… until the following month.

On April 1st, 1989, south of the Mexican border, a vehicle blew through a routine traffic checkpoint. Police followed the vehicle to its destination: a ranch house out in Santa Elena. Police detained the driver, and conducted a compulsory search of the home. There, they found a large amount of narcotics… as well as items which, they believed, were occult in-nature.

About a week later, police returned to the ranch house, and conducted a more thorough scan. They believed the home might have been used for drug dealing, and arrested everyone that was present: not only the people living on the property, but farm workers as well.

While questioning everyone involved, a farmhand confessed that he had seen the missing college student on the ranch - a young man he later identified as Mark Kilroy. Obviously, this intrigued investigators, who had grown perplexed over the disappearance of the American college student.

Further interrogations yielded even more answers. Albeit, terrifying answers.

One of the other people that law enforcement had detained told investigators that they were part of a drug-dealing cult, which had sacrificed Mark Kilroy during one of their rituals. He was one of their most recent victims, but he most definitely wasn’t their first.

The cult, this detainee claimed, was led by a young man named Adolfo Constanzo.

Constanzo was just 26 years old: a charismatic young man that his followers had nicknamed “The Godfather.” He had grown up in a mixed religious household, with one parent practicing Catholicism and the other, voodoo. Because of this, he had grown up with a warped sense of religion, which continued to evolve during his adolescence.

When he began dealing drugs, Constanzo began to incorporate his skewed religious beliefs, which derived heavily from Palo Mayombe - a religion that utilizes sacrificial offerings. Constanzo and his followers began making animal sacrifices to increase their luck… but as time went on, and their business dealings got bigger and bigger, they decided that bigger risks were necessary.

About a year before the death of Mark Kilroy, this group had purchased a home out in Santa Elena, and began sacrificing humans. At first, they targeted victims who wouldn’t be missed -primarily, the homeless and nameless - but then the decision was made to go after someone with a “good” brain, as some followers would later describe.

An American; in particular, a good-looking, educated American. Mark Kilroy.

Mark had been singled out by Constanzo and his followers as he walked towards the border. They pulled up in a truck and asked him if he wanted a ride home; and when he got close enough, two men jumped out and threw him into the vehicle. Kilroy, because of his size and athleticism, was actually able to break free and escape… but another vehicle was waiting to stop him and complete the kidnapping.

Taking 21-year old Mark Kilroy back to the ranch house, Constanzo and his followers proceeded to torture and dismember the young man for several hours. You can look up the details online, but… to save you the misery, let me just say that it was rough. Approximately twelve hours after being detained, Mark Kilroy was killed by Constanzo via machete; and several of his body parts were then harvested to complete the ritual.

After his death, Mark Kilroy’s remains were disposed of, and buried along the fifteen or so other victims that Constanzo and his followers had sacrificed in the preceding months.

Adolfo Constanzo and a handful of his followers managed to elude capture for several weeks, having been betrayed by some of their own following the drug bust at their ranch home. But the next month - May of 1989 - found the rest of the group cornered in a Mexico City apartment. Constanzo prepared to go out shooting, but quickly ran out of ammunition and cowardly asked one of his followers to shoot him. His follower obliged, ending Adolfo Constanzo’s life before he could face justice.

The remaining members of Constanzo’s group were arrested, charged, and eventually convicted for the murder of Mark Kilroy (among others). Some have since passed away, while others remain behind bars.

The death of Mark Kilroy remains a tragic example of religion-gone-awry: spiritual beliefs distorted by eager psychopaths. And, for many that bought into the Satanic Panic scare of the 1980’s, it might have even felt like vindication: proof that their worst fears were becoming a reality.

Despite the family and loved ones of Mark Kilroy receiving answers, they had to learn the horrible truth about Mark’s final hours… hours marked by pain and misery. However, at least they were able to give the young man’s story some closure, and were able to rest easy knowing that the offenders would not hurt anyone else’s son, brother, and friend.

For other victims, those answers - and that closure - simply don’t exist.

[letsgethaunted]

The Ritual Sacrifice of Mark Kilroy

An All-American teen goes on a Spring Break trip to Mexico, only to become the unwitting murder victim of a dark magic drug cartel.

[webweabings]

MY SLEEPS ARE CURSED WITH NIGHTMARES

“Beautiful Redemption” (Caster Chronicles series), by Kami García and Margaret Stogl; // “Scrape” (Reveler series), by Erin Kellison; // “House of Leaves”, by Mark Z. Danielewski; // Stephen King; // “The Song of Achilles”, by Madaline Miller; // “Dead Toad Scrolls”, by Kilroy J. Oldster; // “Mockingjay” (The Hunger Games series), by Suzanne Collins; // “Watching you Without Me”, by Lynn Coady; // “Jack, Lucid Dreamer”, by David J. Naiman; // Nanette L. Avery; // Kimberly Brockman; // Anthony T. Hincks

[letsgethaunted]

Borderland is a 2007 film loosely based on Constanzo and his cult from Episode Thirty: The Ritual Sacrifice of Mark Kilroy.

RIDER STRONG as PHIL in BORDERLAND (2007)

[girderednerve]

i ordered a cheap linocut stamp kit! help me figure out what to cut into my new lino!

[morbidology]

When considering human sacrifices, the concept often seems more suited for a movie plot than a grim reality. Unfortunately, in 1989, Mark Kilroy, a 21-year-old student from the University of Texas, learned firsthand how tragically real such practices could be. Kilroy was on spring break with university friends in Matamoros, Mexico, when he mysteriously vanished during an outing to local bars.

Cross-border authorities initiated an extensive search for Kilroy, but their efforts yielded no results, causing the case to go cold. It was only reopened when Serafin Hernandez, a Mexican national, evaded a police checkpoint, prompting a pursuit that led to a remote ranch named Rancho Santa Elena. Investigation revealed that this ranch served as the headquarters for a drug-smuggling cult led by Adolfo de Jesus Constanzo. This cult engaged in bloodthirsty rituals, seeking supernatural protection through the sacrifice of a human victim, whose heart and brain were then cooked and consumed by the members.

An excavation of the ranch on April 11, 1989, brought to light the mutilated body of Mark Kilroy along with 14 other victims. While Constanzo and some cult members managed to escape the ranch, they ultimately took their own lives as authorities closed in on them. The shocking discovery highlighted the gruesome reality of human sacrifices perpetrated by this drug-smuggling cult in Matamoros.

[no1-pogi-americano]

Kilroy Was Here: The Story Behind the Iconic WWII Graffiti

WHO WAS KILROY?

For many, especially those born between 1913 and 1950, the name "Kilroy" brings back a flood of memories. This piece of American history is immortalized in stone at the National War Memorial in Washington, DC, hidden away in a small alcove.

So, who was Kilroy?

In 1946, the American Transit Association sponsored a nationwide contest through its radio program, "Speak to America," to find the real Kilroy, offering a prize of a real trolley car. Almost 40 men claimed to be the genuine Kilroy, but only James Kilroy from Halifax, Massachusetts, provided the necessary evidence.

James Kilroy was a 46-year-old shipyard worker during WWII, employed as a checker at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy. His job involved counting the rivets completed by the riveters, who were paid by the rivet. To prevent double counting, Kilroy marked the inspected rivets with semi-waxed lumber chalk. However, riveters would erase his marks to get paid twice.

To combat this, Kilroy began writing "KILROY WAS HERE" in large letters alongside his check-marks, eventually adding a sketch of a chap with a long nose peering over a fence. This made it difficult for the riveters to erase his marks, and soon, his graffiti began appearing on ships leaving the shipyard.

With the war in full swing, these ships often went unpainted, leaving Kilroy's markings visible to thousands of servicemen who boarded them. The troops, amused and intrigued by the mysterious graffiti, began spreading the "Kilroy was here" message across Europe and the South Pacific, claiming it was already there when they arrived.

Kilroy became a symbol of the U.S. service-men's presence, appearing in unlikely places such as atop Mt. Everest, the Statue of Liberty, the underside of the Arc de Triomphe, and even in the dust on the moon. The legend grew, and it became a challenge for troops to place the logo in the most improbable locations.

In 1945, during the Potsdam Conference, Stalin used an outhouse built for Roosevelt, Stalin, and Churchill. After emerging, he reportedly asked, "Who is Kilroy?"

To prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought officials from the shipyard and some riveters to the contest. He won the trolley car, which he gifted to his nine children as a Christmas present, setting it up as a playhouse in their yard in Halifax, Massachusetts.

And so, the tradition of Kilroy continues, a testament to the spirit and humor of the WWII generation. 

The Tradition Continues...Details occurred from Groton historical Society Newsletter

[letsgethaunted]

Danish Psych Rock/Noise Rock band Narcosatanicos is allegedly named after the cult headed by Constanzo.

NARCOSATANICOS “nausea”

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

The Satanic Beheading of Mark Kilroy

Heading into March of 1989, Mark Kilroy was a pretty average 21-year old college student at the University of Texas. For Spring Break he and some of his friends decided to make an adventure out of it. This year, they decided to go big, and vacation along the Texas-Mexico border in an area called South Padre Island.

For the first couple of nights, they decided to stick close to the place they were staying, enjoying themselves along the beach and at nearby bars. But that Sunday, they decided to cross the U.S.-Mexico border, and visit some foreign soil for an evening. They had such a good time, in fact, that they decided to do the same thing the following night - March 13th, 1989. Several hours later, as everyone began stumbling back home - intoxicated, no doubt - Mark's friends realized that he wasn't anywhere to be found. In the parade of college students crossing the border, heading back to flophouses and rental homes, he had gotten separated from his friends. The following morning, Mark failed to show up or call any of them, and he was reported missing to local police.

Mark Kilroy seemed to have disappeared straight into thin air. His case struggled to gain any headway but then Mark's case was featured on "America's Most Wanted," where it gained international recognition, but his case would remain rudderless... until the following month.

On April 1st, 1989, south of the Mexican border, a vehicle blew through a routine traffic checkpoint. Police followed the vehicle to its destination: a ranch house out in Santa Elena. Police detained the driver, and conducted a compulsory search of the home. There, they found a large amount of narcotics... as well as items which, they believed, were occult in-nature.

About a week later, police returned to the ranch house, and conducted a more thorough scan. They believed the home might have been used for drug dealing, and arrested everyone that was present: not only the people living on the property, but farm workers as well.

While questioning everyone involved, a farmhand confessed that he had seen the missing college student on the ranch - a young man he later identified as Mark Kilroy. Obviously, this intrigued investigators, who had grown perplexed over the disappearance of the American college student.

Further interrogations yielded even more answers. Albeit, terrifying answers.

One of the other people that law enforcement had detained told investigators that they were part of a drug-dealing cult, which had sacrificed Mark Kilroy during one of their rituals. He was one of their most recent victims, but he most definitely wasn't their first.

The cult, this detainee claimed, was led by a young man named Adolfo Constanzo.

Constanzo was just 26 years old: a charismatic young man that his followers had nicknamed "The Godfather." He had grown up in a mixed religious household, with one parent practicing Catholicism and the other, voodoo. Because of this, he had grown up with a warped sense of religion, which continued to evolve during his adolescence.

When he began dealing drugs, Constanzo began to incorporate his skewed religious beliefs, which derived heavily from Palo Mayombe - a religion that utilizes sacrificial offerings. Constanzo and his followers began making animal sacrifices to increase their luck... but as time went on, and their business dealings got bigger and bigger, they decided that bigger risks were necessary.

About a year before the death of Mark Kilroy, this group had purchased a home out in Santa Elena, and began sacrificing humans. At first, they targeted victims who wouldn't be missed -primarily, the homeless and nameless - but then the decision was made to go after someone with a "good" brain, as some followers would later describe.

An American; in particular, a good-looking, educated American. Mark Kilroy.

Mark had been singled out by Constanzo and his followers as he walked towards the border. They pulled up in a truck and asked him if he wanted a ride home; and when he got close enough, two men jumped out and threw him into the vehicle. Kilroy, because of his size and athleticism, was actually able to break free and escape... but another vehicle was waiting to stop him and complete the kidnapping.

Taking 21-year old Mark Kilroy back to the ranch house, Constanzo and his followers proceeded to torture and dismember the young man for several hours. You can look up the details online, but... to save you the misery, let me just say that it was rough. Approximately twelve hours after being detained, Mark Kilroy was killed by Constanzo via machete; and several of his body parts were then harvested to complete the ritual.

After his death, Mark Kilroy's remains were disposed of, and buried along the fifteen or so other victims that Constanzo and his followers had sacrificed in the preceding months.

Adolfo Constanzo and a handful of his followers managed to elude capture for several weeks, having been betrayed by some of their own following the drug bust at their ranch home. But the next month - May of 1989 - found the rest of the group cornered in a Mexico City apartment. Constanzo prepared to go out shooting, but quickly ran out of ammunition and cowardly asked one of his followers to shoot him. His follower obliged, ending Adolfo Constanzo's life before he could face justice.

The remaining members of Constanzo's group were arrested, charged, and eventually convicted for the murder of Mark Kilroy (among others). Some have since passed away, while others remain behind bars.

The death of Mark Kilroy remains a tragic example of religion-gone-awry: spiritual beliefs distorted by eager psychopaths. And, for many that bought into the Satanic Panic scare of the 1980's, it might have even felt like vindication: proof that their worst fears were becoming a reality.

Despite the family and loved ones of Mark Kilroy receiving answers, they had to learn the horrible truth about Mark's final hours... hours marked by pain and misery. However, at least they were able to give the young man's story some closure, and were able to rest easy knowing that the offenders would not hurt anyone else's son, brother, and friend.

For other victims, those answers - and that closure - simply don't exist.

[1five1two]

Regardless of how low a person stoops, it is never too late to uncover a redemptive epiphany. Can I mine an inspirational ray of motivation from my darkest thoughts that allows me to confront the commonplace disorders and tragic interruptions of life? What physical, mental, and emotional strumming make up the tinderbox that produces the moral tension that gives meaning to the life of an ordinary person? Amongst the chaos, confusion, and compromises that mark existence, how do we go about understanding ourselves? How do we become in touch with our personal band of raw emotions? Does self-transformation commence by admitting illicit impulses, irrational thoughts, disturbing habits, mythic misgivings, and stinted worldview? Do we learn through deconstructing our maverick experiences or through intellectual abstraction? In order to move forward in life, is it sometimes necessary to dissect ourselves? Would it prove helpful systematically to take apart nightmarish experiences that seemly never let go of a person?

Kilroy J. Oldster

[dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd]

The Matamoros Cult Killings

Born in 1962, Adolfo de Jesus Constanzo went from Catholic altar boy to leader of a ritualistic cult by the mid-1980s. Based at a remote ranch in Mexico, Constanzo and his followers performed ritual sacrifices to bring good luck to associates like drug dealers and corrupt public officials.

He and his minions also stole body parts for their ceremonial sacrifices, but soon escalated to killing humans instead. It's believed that between 20 and 100 men and women lost their lives before cult members abducted Mark Kilroy in Matamoros, Mexico (which borders the Rio Grande), in 1989.

Kilroy was an American student whose disappearance and ultimate demise led to Constanzo's downfall. After authorities in the US and Mexico tied Constanzo to the crime, they raided his ranch and discovered the remains of 15 mutilated bodies, one of whom was Kilroy. They also found drugs, what appeared to be a satanic temple, pornography, and a torture chamber.

For his part, Constanzo passed in May 1989. He had one of his followers kill him to avoid having to face the police.

[letsgethaunted]

The song "Sacrificial Shack" by the band Pain Teens is sung from the point of view of a cult member who confesses his crimes to the police after he is captured, taking the police to the Constanzo's ranch for an explanatory tour.

[teameagleworks]

Our family went on a trip to Washington DC this fall, and it was spectacular. While we were visiting the WW2 memorial, we stumbled upon what is probably one of the first memes!

The memorial is stunning! We were questioning the organization of the states and decided to look up the Park Service website to see if we could learn more. This is when we realized that there are 2 "Kilroy was Here" memes etched into the stone.

From the NPS.gov site:

"Kilroy was here”, accompanied by a cartoon drawing of a man looking over a wall, was a popular piece of graffiti drawn by American troops in the Atlantic Theater and then later in the Pacific Theater. It came to be a universal sign that American soldiers had come through an area and left their mark. Eventually, during the war, Kilroy became so popular that this graffiti could be found everywhere. On ship holds, bathrooms, bridges and painted on the shells of Air Force missiles. Its origins most likely come from a British cartoon and the name of an American shipyard inspector. The myths surrounding it are numerous and often center on a German belief that Kilroy was some kind of superspy who could go anywhere he pleased. There are two Kilroy inscriptions hidden in the memorial tucked in the corners of both the Atlantic and Pacific sides of the memorial."

We found both of them after quite a bit of searching! I won't share exactly where they are so you can search them out if you make it to DC as well.

Also, obligatory memorial photos, it really is beautiful.

[loveotomization]

i got unbaaaanned here's an ask: can i get a behind the scenes for (one of) your fav/s akekita scene/s you've written, any fic 👀 like, how did the idea come to you, or some fun fact abt the writing process... if you have anything to share ^^

Thank you for this!! I've been dying to have an excuse to talk about this stuff, you have no idea!

This wasn't exactly what you asked, but I thought I'd mention that people who have read my stuff in general point out my use of off-the-wall metaphors/similes. If anyone enjoys my little flair in doing this, I highly recommend reading the works of Peter Beagle! I shamelessly stole the technique from him and made it my own. I recommend starting off with The Last Unicorn (it's a classic for a reason), but any of his older works share a similar style (A Fine and Private Place, Folk of the Air). I'm not sure that I would be a writer today without him.

Anyway...

-Fun fact: Akechi is easier for me to write than Yusuke. I, too, am very angry inside and probably just need a hug lol It's cathartic. Although, two years of studying art in college actually helps with writing Yusuke, because I don't need to look up art terms.

-In Aesopica, the ending was highly inspired by my favorite Tokyo Ghoul fic, in which Kaneki turns the tables on Tsukiyama in the end (huge content warnings for that TG fic btw). I loved how satisfying the circular nature of it was and wanted to try something similar. I knew the ending I wanted to create right from the first chapter.

I cannot remember how I came up with the fruit bowl to both mark the passing of time, and the decay of their relationship. But go past me for coming up with that! My 2017 brain was the real mvp.

This is also my longest fic and you will not see me write anything this long again lol I just don't have it in me. Shout out to long fic writers, I'll have some of whatever you're snacking on.

I also remember this being something of a vent fic. I was sad and wanted to my faves to be sad together. While I do enjoy supportive akekit, where they both grow together, I also love when they just make each other worse.

-Sliced Halves, Light Syrup, please imagine me in the grocery store staring blankly at a can of peaches while concocting an entire fic. Writers are very normal people.

This is also my second most popular akekit fic. Fluff sells, I guess. I prefer my darker stuff tbh!

-After Aesopica, my personal favorite of mine is Psychosomatic. I'm shy about my love of organ-fondling since it's not a common thing to be into (there's not even an official ao3 tag for it lol), so I'm grateful to the person on the kink meme for prompting this. Knowing someone else was interested allowed me to put myself out there and write it. I re-read it not long ago just for fun, and it holds up. It's the intimacy of literally touching the insides of someone, you know?

-I'm scrolling through my akekit fics now and wow! I do not remember some of these? Who wrote these while I wasn't looking??

-Kilroy Was Here was going to be serious angst about Akechi forcibly kissing Yusuke so that he would no longer trust him, because he feels like he doesn't deserve trust, blah, blah... But the idea of Yusuke annoying the crap out of him before they got to that point was so funny to me that I had to run with it. If anyone was wondering about my sense of humor, this fic is it. (I am not funny)

-Born to be Posthumous 69 kudos harr harr... I enjoy this one even if it wasn't as popular as some of my others. I remember being depressed and angry and wanting to take it out on Akechi.

This is getting long now, but it was fun! Thank you again! Hopefully this wasn't too far from you asked! Most of my scenes just come to me as I'm writing with a basic idea in mind, so I just toss them in as I go. A humble chef tossing anything she finds in the fridge right into the soup.

Now that I'm back from my writing hiatus I definitely plan to bring out more akekit when I can!

[secretariatess]

I first learned about James Kilroy from the Boston Duck Tours, where they use replicas of WWII amphibious DUKW vehicles to tour around the city and even go into the water.  All of their vehicles are marked with the Kilroy mark somewhere on them.  I can’t remember if it was something our parents told us when we were waiting to board and we saw the mark, if it was on brochure, or if it was something the tour guide told us as he was explaining what the DUKW was.  I just remember that being where I learned about Kilroy, and ever since, I always got a kick out of seeing it, or some parody of it (like the Garfield parody in a Sunday comic).

It’s just so fascinating that all this guy was trying to do was his job and correct a certain behavior, and it became a national phenomenon and a menace to Hitler and Stalin.

Kilroy Was Here!

He’s engraved in stone in the National World War II Memorial in Washington, DC – back in a small alcove where very few people have seen it. For the WWII generation, this will bring back memories. For younger folks, it’s a bit of trivia that is an intrinsic part of American history and legend.

Anyone born between 1913 to about 1950, is very familiar with Kilroy. No one knew why he was so well known….but everybody seemed to get into it. It was the fad of its time!

          At the National World War II Memorial in Washington, DC

So who was Kilroy?

In 1946 the American Transit Association, through its radio program, “Speak to America,” sponsored a nationwide contest to find the real Kilroy….now a larger-than-life legend of just-ended World War II….offering a prize of a real trolley car to the person who could prove himself to be the genuine article.

Almost 40 men stepped forward to make that claim, but only James Kilroy from Halifax, Massachusetts, had credible and verifiable evidence of his identity.

“Kilroy” was a 46-year old shipyard worker during World War II (1941-1945) who worked as a quality assurance checker at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy, Massachusetts (a major shipbuilder for the United States Navy for a century until the 1980s).  

His job was to go around and check on the number of rivets completed. (Rivets held ships together before the advent of modern welding techniques.) Riveters were on piece work wages….so they got paid by the rivet. He would count a block of rivets and put a check mark in semi-waxed lumber chalk (similar to crayon), so the rivets wouldn’t be counted more than once.

                                     A warship hull with rivets

When Kilroy went off duty, the riveters would surreptitiously erase the mark. Later, an off-shift inspector would come through and count the rivets a second time, resulting in double pay for the riveters!

One day Kilroy’s boss called him into his office. The foreman was upset about unusually high wages being “earned” by riveters, and asked him to investigate. It was then he realized what had been going on. 

The tight spaces he had to crawl in to check the rivets didn’t lend themselves to lugging around a paint can and brush, so Kilroy decided to stick with the waxy chalk. He continued to put his check mark on each job he inspected, but added ”KILROY WAS HERE!“ in king-sized letters next to the check….and eventually added the sketch of the guy with the long nose peering over the fence….and that became part of the Kilroy message.

   Kilroy’s original shipyard inspection “trademark” during World War II

Once he did that, the riveters stopped trying to wipe away his marks.

Ordinarily the rivets and chalk marks would have been covered up with paint. With World War II on in full swing, however, ships were leaving the Quincy Yard so fast that there wasn’t time to paint them. As a result, Kilroy’s inspection “trademark” was seen by thousands of servicemen who boarded the troopships the yard produced.

His message apparently rang a bell with the servicemen, because they picked it up and spread it all over the European and the Pacific war zones.

Before war’s end, “Kilroy” had been here, there, and everywhere on the long hauls to Berlin and Tokyo. 

To the troops outbound in those ships, however, he was a complete mystery; all they knew for sure was that someone named Kilroy had “been there first.” As a joke, U.S. servicemen began placing the graffiti wherever they landed, claiming it was already there when they arrived.

As the World War II wore on, the legend grew. Underwater demolition teams routinely sneaked ashore on Japanese-held islands in the Pacific to map the terrain for coming invasions by U.S. troops (and thus, presumably, were the first GI’s there). On one occasion, however, they reported seeing enemy troops painting over the Kilroy logo!

Kilroy became the U.S. super-GI who had always “already been” wherever GIs went. It became a challenge to place the logo in the most unlikely places imaginable. (It is said to now be atop Mt. Everest, the Statue of Liberty, the underside of the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, and even scrawled in the dust on the moon by the American astronauts who walked there between 1969 and 1972.

In 1945, as World War II was ending, an outhouse was built for the exclusive use of Allied leaders Harry Truman, Joseph Stalin, and Winston Churchill at the Potsdam Conference. It’s first occupant was Stalin, who emerged and asked his aide (in Russian), “Who is Kilroy?”

To help prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought along officials from the shipyard and some of the riveters. He won the trolley car….which he attached to the Kilroy home and used to provide living quarters for six of the family’s nine children….thereby solving what had become an acute housing crisis for the Kilroys.

                     The new addition to the Kilroy family home.

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And the tradition continues into the 21st century…

In 2011 outside the now-late-Osama Bin Laden’s hideaway house in Abbottabad, Pakistan….after the al-Qaida-terrorist was killed by U.S. Navy SEALs.

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A personal note….

My Dad’s trademark signature on cards, letters and notes to my sisters and I for the first 50 or so years of our lives (until we lost him to cancer) was to add the image of “Kilroy” at the end. We kids never ceased to get a thrill out of this….even as we evolved into adulthood. 

To this day, the “Kilroy” image brings back a vivid image of my awesome Dad into my head….and my heart!

Dad: this one’s for you!

[ramrodd]

Pontius Pilate in a Different Light: A Little Known Apocryphal Gospel

COMMENTARY:

Pilate created the first offical written record of the Resurrection in his intelligence report to Tiberius that was delivered under a euangelion signals priority. Tertullian cites this euangelion in Book V of his Apology, The euangelion in Mark 1:1 is the harmonization of the contents of  Pilate's euangelion as characterized in Tertullian's citation, with the Gospel of Peter, The "Tidings of joy" was the Talking Cross in the vision of the guard mount at the Tomb during Resurrection, LIke Abram in Genesis 15, they are rendered into a swoon and have a collecitve experience of the vision of the process of Resurection and the Ratification of the Covenant Cutting Ceremony between the Hebrew god and the Italian Regiment as represented by Cornelius. From 33 CE, forward, there were Roman soldiers of Christ every where there was a Mithra cult in proximity of a Roman garrison, Everywhere Paul went with Luke, the Roman soldiers of Christ had got there first, in a Kilroy was Here kind of way, The idea that the Gospel of Mark is in any way derivative of Pauline Theology is academic pretzel logic at its best, in a Post Modern Historic Deconstrucion kind of way, The Jesus of Norman Vincet Peale's Prosperity Gospel beloved by business majors and Harvard MBA graduates, universally, The object of the exercise for the gnostic pilgrim is to isolate the Pixie Dust Jesus talught his Disciples to use to heal and repair through the agency over the Spirit of God, Plato's demi-urge in Genesis 1:2. The Plantary FOrce in Forbidden Planent. I believe that Pilate was recalled in 36 CE to report directly to Tiberius and Theophilus of the Praetorian Guards. He wasn't in any danger of discipline, I don't know if Tiberius was aware of the transformation of the Legions into Roman soldiers of Christ, but Theophilus was and hedebriefed Pilate thuroughly and helped him retire in the South of France. The Talking Cross is God's endorsement of the Roman separation of the Stoci from the Epicuriean, the State of the sule of law and the hoi paloi of secular humanism of Jesus.