Guest Post by Paul Craig Roberts
Dear Readers, some of you are pushing me to continue with the Las Vegas shooting story while others are asking to know what to make of the release of files pertaining to President Kennedy’s assassination. I appreciate that you are interested and are unsatisfied with official explanations.
My answer is that we already know, thanks to exhaustively researched books such as James W. Douglass’ JFK and the Unspeakable (Simon & Schuster, 2008), far more than is in the released files.
My answer is also that it doesn’t matter what we know or what the facts are, the official story will never be changed. For example, we know as an absolute indisputable fact that Israel intentionally attacked the USS Liberty inflicting enormous casualties on US Navy personnel, and the US government continues the coverup that it was all a mistake despite unequivocal statements to the contrary by the Moorer Commission, led by Admiral Tom Moorer, former Chief of Naval Operations and Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
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My answer also is that time is better spent in trying to prevent conspiracies in the making, such as the endless stream of lies and accusations against Russia that are turning a friendly country into an enemy and renewing the risk of nuclear armageddon. Indeed, the biggest conspiracy theory of the present time is the one issuing from the military/security complex, the Democratic National Committee, and the presstitute media that Russia in collusion with Donald Trump hacked the US presidential election.
The Russian government knows that this is a lie, and when they see a lie repeated endlessly now for one year without a shred of evidence to support it, the Russian government naturally concludes that Washington is preparing the American people for war. I cannot imagine a more reckless and irresponsible policy than destroying Russia’s trust in Washington’s intentions. As Putin said, the main lesson life has taught him is that “if a fight is unavoidable, strike first.”
If you really want to know who killed President Kennedy and why, read JFK and the Unspeakable. Yes, there are other carefully researched books that you can read.
Douglass concludes that Kennedy was murdered because he turned to peace. He was going to work with Khrushchev to end the Cold War. He refused the CIA US air cover for the Bay of Pigs invasion. He rejected the Joint Chiefs’ Operation Northwoods, a plan to conduct false flag attacks on Americans that would be blamed on Castro to justify regime change. He refused to reappoint General Lyman Lemnitzer as Chairman of the Joint Chiefs. He told US Marine commandant General David Shoup that he was taking the US out of Vietnam. He said after his reelection he was going to “break the CIA into 1,000 pieces.” All of this threatened the power and profit of the military/security complex and convinced military/security elements that he was soft on communism and a threat to US national security.
The film of the motorcade taken by Zapruder shows that the bullet that killed Kennedy hit him from the front, blowing out the back of his head. You can see Kennedy’s wife Jackie reaching from the back seat onto the trunk of the limo to recover the back of his head. Other tourist films show moments before the shot the Secret Service agents being ordered off of the presidential limo so that a clear shot at Kennedy is possible. The film shows one Secret Service agent protesting the order.
The medical “evidence” that Kennedy was hit from behind was falsified by medical doctors under orders. Navy medical corpsmen who helped the Navy doctors with the autopsy testified that they were dismayed by orders from Admiral Calvin Galloway to ignore entry wounds from the front. One of the corpsmen testified “all at once I understood that my country was not much better than a third world country. From that point on in time, I have had no trust, no respect for the government.”
Dr Charles Crenshaw, one of the doctors forced to lie, later broke his silence with a book and was rewarded with a fierce media campaign to discredit him.
Lt. Commander William Pitzer, director of the Audio-Visual Department of the Bethesda Naval Hospital, filmed the autopsy. The film clearly showed the entry wound from the front. Pitzer was found shot to death on the floor of the production studio of the National Naval Medical Center. It was ruled a suicide, as always.
J. Edgar Hoover and the FBI knew that Oswald, who Douglass believes was on the payroll of both the CIA and FBI, was sent to Cuba by the CIA in order to establish the story for the patsy role Oswald was unaware was being prepared for him. However, Hoover, along with LBJ, Earl Warren and the members of the Warren Commission understood that it was impossible to tell the American people that their president has been assassinated by the US military and US security agencies. At a dicey time of the Cold War, clearly it would have been reckless to destroy Americans’ trust in their own government.
Finian Cunningham presents a summary of much of the accumulated evidence. All experts long ago concluded that the Warren Commission report is a coverup. https://www.strategic-culture.org/news/2017/10/28/jfk-files-cover-up-continues-president-assassination.html
I am not an expert. I have not spent 30 years or longer, as has Douglass, investigating, interviewing witnesses, tracking down unexplained deaths of witnesses, and piecing together the available voluminous information. if you want to know what happened, put down your smart phones, close your video screens, and read Douglass’ or a similar book.
I have or have had most of the books regarding the JFK assassination including the complete collection of the Warren Commission.
I have even had several 6.5mm Carcano rifles of the exact model that Oswald-the-patsy supposedly used and I’ve fired them all to see if it’s possible to do so as quickly as the Warren Commission states. It is. Although I was able to do on my first try I still don’t believe any of their other conclusions.
I have to agree that James W. Douglass’ JFK and the Unspeakable (Simon & Schuster, 2008), is the definitive volume on the topic. If you only read one, that’s the one.
Steve C.
Spring, Texas
How the hell would Israel have acquired the balls to attack a US intelligence ship with the intention of sinking it and murdering all aboard if they had not already collaberated with the CIA to murder an American President and gotten away with it?
My father was a Strategic Air Command pilot and a wing commander at that. His opinion of JFK though not widely spoken was near seditious. He hung out with Ian Fleming and his crew in the 50’s while flying nukes to the United Kingdom. I believe snippets of my father’s persona was featured in two 007 movies. He was called to testify in the Kennedy investigation. He said he vouched for an individual among the suspected players. He showed me the guy’s picture that was featured in Life Magazine. The man was in a (soft core gay porn) body building photo, all flexed up in a speedo. I figure Ruby was nothing but a pimp, gay and straight, hence his connection with the Life Magazine man and the strip club thing. Being innocent in knowledge of gay life until much later in life it took me a while to make the connections. When word that Oswald was gay made into print it made sense to me. Hence in the movie ‘The Usual Suspects’ Stephen Baldwin’s character says before taking out the men on the dock, “Oswald was a fag”. When I was stationed at Karamürsel Turkey in 74-76 I created the Keyser Söze myth. I assure you no one was harmed in the making of the myth except the American GS 3-13 I exposed smuggling drugs out of Istanbul. But that is another story involving a USAF O3, a civilian contractor, the imam from Göeme Turkey and a Kurdish carpet dealer in Istanbul. The real identity of Söze of is stranger than you could believe. I do like to say Keyser Söze works for me….
I was 15 years old watching live tv when Oswald was shot. My father was a bit of a bad ass from the gheechee ghetto of Savannah, Georgia. He joined the army at 16, Master Sgt when he was 18 years old, piloted a glider into France the night before D-Day, built the first airport in Savannah with mostly black soldiers and my uncle said his fighting techniques were taught in Air Force survival training.
And most curious to me he once told me if anyone ever tried to give me gruff, tell them I am mafia…? He said it in a serious tone and I never half believed it but it was not like him to make stuff up. Upon his retirement from the AF he lived a quiet normal life. He was a wonderful father and husband in spite of his sometimes hard ass ways.
So I give credence to your suspicions. I did watch one forensic evaluation on tv where it was credible to me that the fatal head shot did come from behind so not exactly sure about the shot from the front. The first shot went through his lower neck and hit the governor as the documentary claimed??? I have watched several analysis and the most convincing to me is all shots from behind (maybe a second operative also from behind?) But who knows the truth…
And I have fired a 6.5 Carcano too. I was given lessons by a Marine Corp rifleman and believe it is possible to do what Oswald is claimed to have done.
Interesting story, KeyserSusie. Since I tend to drift into hyperbole on occasion, I will assume a couple of your comments are simply not worded well and not raise a bullshit flag.
Hope you hang around because the possibility of another spy vs spy type would really liven things up around here. My husband and I are retired USAF. There’s a few former military here who may or may not have been in intelligence agencies. I am not sure I accept that you are THE KeyserSoze, but hey, we all got some good tales to tell and it sounds like you might have a doozie to share one day soon.
If you survive the newbie charades, it will interesting to see your point of view on TBP
Very interesting read. Really.
I also think it’s Pure Bullshit.
Nobody enters the Army at 16, and becomes a Master Sargeant two years later. Nobody.
That you’ve been seeing SHRINK for 30 years tells me much about you …. your delusions, specifically.
Nevertheless, stick around for a bit. At least your bullshit is interesting. For now.
I’ve fired a 6.5 Carc too, and I don’t believe it’s possible.
Many people have tried to duplicate it but so far only a few have been able to come close to it after quite a bit of practice.
FWIW, the 6.5 Carcano rifle was of such poor design and quality that Italian soldiers during WWII called it “the rifle that never killed anyone”
If you ever get the chance to shoot an original unmodified WWII one be careful and wear heavy duty safety glasses, they had a bad tendency to have the firing pin mechanism break and fly back to hit the shooter in the eye.
Start with a manipulated pile of Government lies and then let the CIA/FBI launder them for 53 years; what gets released to the public would convince a retarded 5th grader that no part of the US Government or Media could be trusted to make change for a nickle.
Maggie, I am no spy, just a regular citizen since I separated in 76. I am not Kaiser Susie, but she did work for me. I gave her the job. Yes, you have that right. If you watch the movie everyone says Söze in the movie except the burned Hungarian in the hospital who very clearly says Keyser Susie. And the shooter who kills all the Hungarians except “one to tell the story” is a doppelgänger for the female. I have a photo I took, developed and printed of her, her husband and “the boat with no drugs on it” but I cannot figure out how to post it here. It was/is part of my mission to empower women (and protect children). Not so easy in an Islamic country but that is why I took the opportunity to create the myth. Check it out on YouTube by searching “Keyser Soze The Story” for a short version where the burned Hungarian in the hospital speaks her name and a choice monologue about her. The movie is full of misdirection and it was made without my involvement, only from my private covert op at the time. I made a promise not to discuss it for thirty years at the time. An odd combination of events created the situation where I took some initiative in Göerme. I told the imam there, who looked like a goat herder, about the contemporaneous events with members of his community, first with my broken Turkish. He was blowing me off until I got on my knees and said “In the name of Allah, Please…” Then he spoke to me with the accent and diction of a Swiss or Austrian diplomat. I also enlisted a famous Kurdish carpet dealer in Istanbul to aid in speading the story across Turkey.
The next time I visited his salon in Istanbul there were three people from the American Embassy who wanted to meet me. One of the women was sorta offered to me as a prospective date but she was WAY out of my league and my shyness kept me from pursuing any other options.
18 years later I was asked by a friend/former Army officer/friend of Ted Turner and Jane Fonda while I was camping and hunting on his South Georgia farm, he asked what I knew about Kaiser Soze. It was then I knew my op had legs. As I told him the real story AND the embellished story. I dropped a coffee cup and it broke on the concrete of his barn. It was then I added a lawyer to the mix named after the logo on the bottom of the coffee cup – Kobayashi….. True I swear.
And I have never received a nickel. I have kept the story untold by me until now, except for a few people, most do not believe me. I am basically a shy person and shun attention. I do so now as my days are numbered and believe as strong as ever about my mission here. FYI I shared recently on another post how I got Putin to sing Blueberry Hill in support of said mission. It was the post about Fats Domino.
It is not the only movie made about my life – without my having anything to do with the production or receiving any compensation. I may talk about the other movie one day but people do not look at me the same once I tell it. I have family who are doubtful. I believe other movies have been made based on my life, tho not factual but based my personality and past behaviors.
Maggie, I have only been a reader of TBP for maybe 4 months. I find explanations to things I have often wondered about – mostly how the big war is with finance. It has always been beyond my comprehension but know intuitively that is behind things that do not make sense to me. I find your posts to be excellent and please keep up the good words and work. Same to all who post here! I struggle to write compositions like this. I am prone to bad syntax and run on sentences. I am so impressed with the writers who share their experience. I am better suited to write poetry where to be imprecise is an asset.
There is a saying in Turkey: “Be careful what you say because Karamürsel may be listening. (the base used to listen to Khrushchev in Moscow as he talked on his car phone (or whatever technology he had at the time)) I was told be careful what you do because someone will be watching. I still find it to be true. I know I am surveilled at the HIGHEST levels. That does not bother me. I ran private ops all across Europe and Africa (again, women and children, with some religious offerings) and not a small number here in the USA. All actions of a private citizen without compensation.
With encouragement I have stories about gypsy kings and Jews. I have stories about dubya and Bill Clinton. About ancient pharaohs. Future prime ministers of the UK. I best explain it as I am like Forest Gump. My shrink of 35 years believes me and tells me I should take some credit…
I must get to bed as I am off tomorrow for an overnight fishing trip 90 miles out in the Gulf of Mexico to chase yellowfin tuna and wahoo. Good Night
El Coyote Me Hoe! I caught another tadpole! And, if I am any fisher of women, she’s a keeper too.
Hold on there KeyserSusie… Momma needs a new pair of shoes.
We were just talking Pancho Villa in the Stucky’s War documentary.
Interesting you use the Forest Gump line too. Sometimes I feel like I ALMOST was part of something and then I realize old friends walked into my shoes instead.
But, it is really better to KNOW people who were there, I suspect. Then you can chatterbox about it on blogs late at night and don’t have to move to Russia.
Welcome… but you will still have to do the newbie thing. Of course, all the big dogs are getting a bit arthritic, but don’t make the mistake I did about Billy Badass, if he ever shows up again.
I talked to an intern on Hillary’s staff RIGHT AFTER THE BLUE DRESS showed up. Talk about Gumpish.
Anyone who believes Oswald and his Magic Bullet was the only shooter needs to pull their head out of their ass.
About 40% of Americans still believe this fantasy.
Pathetic fools!!! And i am NOT oriented towards conspiracy theories.
I am pained to agree with his stucness despite my belief he’s a fool.
Ever since the internet I’ve found it impossible to read a book(thankfully I discovered The Urantia Book more than 30 years ago). So the discovery of a video interview by Jim Marrs of the shooter on the grassy knoll who delivered the fatal head shot was the final proof of who, but not who ordered, the hit. From Files testimony it was a huge conspiracy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qr4vgHsmNEk
What if the CIA WERE involved, meaning a future president was involved, leading to complications when the CIA leader’s (and future potus) family’s REAL business of bilking Defense Contract dollars in covert operations were stumbled upon by certain bean counters who were NOT in the know when another future president in the family line was warming the seat.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E12b4V1ilmg%5Bimg%5Dhttps://goo.gl/images/eT811f%5B/img%5D
In the way that TPTB like to telegraph their evil actions, flaunting it in the minions’ faces, Rumsfeld announcing missing trillions September 10 NOT to instigate a search but to provide distraction and fodder for the conspiracy theorists. After all, such an announcement preceding the attack certainly raises questions, but everyone knows you can’t rig a building and plan a false flag attack in ONE DAY.
By the way, the Files interview is interesting.
And, while you are poking Stucky with your reluctant agreement with him, let me contribute this bit of KeyserSoze to the mix: My son was born November 22, 1993, EXACTLY 30 years (give an hour or two) after JFK’s assassination. Coinky Dink? :/
Okay, there are some interesting things in the files released, eh?
https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/2017/10/27/russian-born-oilman-real-international-man-mystery-vivid-presence-jfk-files/807303001/
Obama was born exactly nine months after the election of JFK in 1960. You see, what happened is that Obamamom went to a party to celebrate and got a bit tipsy in the process. She bumps into her pal Frank Marshall Davis, who knows what to do with a drunken white girl. The result of all this fun is probably why supposed Obamadad dumped the bitch and went back to Kenya.
…just thought I’d toss that out for old time’s sake.
See how it all interweaves into this tapestry of life?
Did you see my Yo bait on WW1 post? Sheldon Adelson story?
Apropo of Vegas, Vegas mass murder survivors killed in car crash: Married couple stalked by death
https://www.trunews.com/article/las-vegas-survivors-die-in-car-crash
Wasn’t there a movie about a bunch of teens on a flight to Europe who exchanged seats for one reason or another and when they survived, inexplicably, the crash… Death began to stalk them because they were supposed to have died on that flight? What movie was that?
Final Destination
Maggie, glad to know you are Trunews follower. Another thing we have in common. Sometimes they post things you don’t too much on other sites.
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Wow, sometimes the most interesting things are in the comments! And to think for years I skipped most of them. My loss.
So I have learned to post a time and a name to a reply, as they sometimes don’t show up where I think they will and then it makes no sense.
My comments are rarely going to be as interesting as KeyserSusie. I’m just here to learn, and to help stir the pot on occasion, when I can find the time.
Mary Christine, the comments on TBP are the meat of the blog. Many times the original post is an hors d’oeuvre, meant to whet the appetites of some of the most interesting people in blogoworld.
KeyserSusie is almost like a Godsend to me. She is going to give me “cover” for a story about military life and she doesn’t even realize it.
Like a spider waiting for the fly, I sit quietly. Huntin’ Wabbits.
“KeyserSusie is almost like a Godsend to me. She is going to give me “cover” for a story about military life and she doesn’t even realize it.”
Wait until next week, please! Going out of town with some friends in a couple days. They won’t like it if I spend all my time here. I don’t want to miss this:D
A little bit of information can be dangerous.
When I posted that I have fired the Carcano and was easily able to fire off three rounds in seven seconds I intentionally left out one key piece of information.
It always struck me as odd that Oswald was portrayed as a lousy shot, yet he was a marine back in the days when they were very strict about shooting skills. In some areas, they would practice on the same ranges as the army guys. The army guys shot at 100 yards. The marines at 300 yards.
I guess in the marines you either learned to shoot well or learn what the best method of cleaning the latrines was.
My research brought me to some seemingly innocent medical cards on Oswald the showed that he was right handed and left eye dominant.
I am also right handed and left eye dominant, but I didn’t realize that until I was in my fifties and have always fired a rifle conventionally – from my right shoulder.
Oswald obviously knew it much earlier as other records from his days in the marines showed that he fired a rifle from his left shoulder. That is the correct way to do it. Use your dominant eye.
If you are curious about eye dominant, you can see how to test yourself here – it even has pictures for the rough and tumble crowd here at TBP:
https://www.wikihow.com/Determine-Your-Dominant-Eye
Being the nerd that I am I just had to check this out for myself so I bought an old 6.5X52 Carcano, bought some ammo and went to the range to see what I could do with it.
Being right handed and putting the rifle on my LEFT shoulder to use the dominant eye also allowed me to use my weak hand (left) on the grip with index finger as normal on the trigger. Rather than hold the forearm with my right hand though I rested the end of the rifle on a block (Oswald would probably have used a box or the windowsill) and then placed my right hand on the bolt. That was the key. Right hand already on the bolt.
Fire a shot and your right hand does not have to move to a different position. It’s already where it needs to be to work the action. Fire a second shot and same thing.
As I said, I did it on my first try. I wasn’t going for accuracy on that one I just wanted to see if it was possible. When I realized how easy it was to stay in the required time frame I shot off the rest of the ammo that I had and before leaving, I was getting some pretty respectable groupings at 100 yards. Not bad for the first time. With practice, it could be made even better.
As to the quality of the Carcano rifle, I respectfully disagree that it was junk. It had a Mannlicher action and there is no such thing as a bad Mannlicher. The Italian Carcano was designed to be cheap and easily manufactured during wartime. The action was intentionally left sloppy, as were most other nation’s rifles. That was to allow the gun to function in all conditions. A Carcano Mannlicher would fire half filled with mud, but was never going to be a tack driver. That is what you want in an army rifle.
The Carcano sometimes has a bad reputation for accidents but if you investigate most if not all of the ones that had problems were those that were converted to 8mm by the Germans. The rifle was simply not designed for that higher power round.
When the not-so-bright conspiracy theorists point out that the police reported at first that the rifle was a Mannlicher and it turned out to be a Carcano they don’t know what the hell they are talking about. People often refer to a rifle with a Mannlicher action as a Mannlicher regardless of who made it.
The 6.5mm caliber bullet (actually 6.8mm in diameter) had an excellent ballistic coefficient and notwithstanding the absurd $5 scope that his rifle supposedly had would be a good choice for someone wanting long-range accuracy. So, yes, it is doable and to say that it’s not when it is easily provable that it is only gives the bastards responsible for the hit an out.
Do I believe that’s what happened?
Not a pig’s chance in hell.
A classic cross fire at the perfect place to have it.
The CIA probably did the hit.
The FBI was in charge of the cover-up. (That must have really frosted old J. Edgar).
The Secret Service was in charge of collecting all of the evidence.
Our wonderful politicians lied out their ass.
What passes for a news media in this country continues the lie.
None of this is as important though as “Who gave the order?”
As Paul Craig Roberts pointed out, no release of government information is ever going to tell us that…
Steve C.
Spring, Texas
Simply making the gun go bang three times in seven seconds is meaningless for an example. That can be easily done by almost anyone that knows how to use a bolt action rifle.
Hitting a moving target, and a head shot at that, using one of the blurry poorly mounted scopes those cheap mail order Carc’s were fitted with at 90 yards out of a window from the sixth floor of a building with low grade military ammunition at the same time is what needs to be considered.
In your earlier post you said it wasn’t possible.
“…I’ve fired a 6.5 Carc too, and I don’t believe it’s possible…”
Now you post that it can be easily done.
Guess we know why you post as anonymous…
Steve C.
Spring, Texas
I said I don’t believe that the shot wasn’t possible.
I haven’t changed my position and my later post isn’t inconsistent with that, I do into some detail about the shot and the difference between making the action operate that quickly and making the shot Oswald is claimed to have made.
Did you not read my post?
Want to try going into some detail about the rifle, it was only made for one year during the war and could have had three different barrels installed on it, a standard short progressive rifled barrel, a cut down longer progressive rifled barrel which would have made it ov very low accuracy, or possibly a newly manufactured standard continuous rifled barrel. AFIK, this has never been made known as the FBI didn’t cast the rifling to determine the caliber, only the chamber.
Which one of those three potential variants did you shoot? The one I shot was a progressive barreled one.
I know quite a bit about guns and ballistics, I build custom hunting rifles from scratch as a hobby.
Over the years I have had three of these Carcano’s.
There was no appreciable difference in them. They all shot just you would expect from a battle rifle. Nothing special, but at least reliable.
My point is that was at least doable, not that I believe that’s what happened.
As to your knowledge about guns and ballistics – everyone’s an expert on the internet…
Steve C.
Spring, Texas
You’ve had three 6.5 91/38 short rifles?
They were only made for a year (1940 and a few in early 41 are sometimes claimed) and if you’ve had three and they shot the same you are a rare person indeed. There were only a few thousands of them made and most of those were pieced together from other rifles.
I don’t claim to be an “expert” but I can truthfully claim to know a whole bunch more than 99% of those posting on non firearm internet sites. When you know what you are talking about those that don’t become obvious.
I’m doubting you actually know a lot about shooting in general, much less about rather obscure guns.
I’m not sure where you are getting your information about these Italian rifles.
They were the common infantry rifle in WWII. I haven’t been to a gun show in quite some time, but they used to be around. I bought the first one just to have the supposed ‘Oswald Rifle” and wanted to try the three shot in seven seconds thing and was surprised that when fired from my left shoulder that I was able to do it so easily.
I found a second one about six months later for even less than I paid for the first one so I snagged it. I sold both a couple of years later and then found another and decided what the hell and bought it figuring I’d at least shoot up the rest of my 6.5X52 ammo. I never did get around to it so I sold it a couple of years later.
It was a common rifle Anonyomous.
Perhaps you are looking at just one of the special barrel models that you referred to earlier as being rare.
And they were better than they ever got credit for. Not great, but workable. Mannlicher actions always are.
You can get a look at them from a gun guy that tested quite a few here:
“Testing the War Weapons: Rifles and Light Machine Guns from Around the World” by Timothy J. Mullin.
It’s a good read and I had to agree with his assessment of the Carcano. It’s better than I thought it would be.
Personally, I like to buy guns that I’ve read about, shoot them for a while and then sell them and get something else. I’ve had a number of AK’s and SKS’s and sold them all as well as all of my Lee Enfield’s with the exception of my Indian 2A because it’s in 7.62X51 and my P17 in 30-06. The P-17 (the Sgt. York rifle) is definitely a keeper. I love it.
It’s nice to find another gun guy on this site. Debate is good. Disagreement is good. Let’s exchange what we know and offer it to those that don’t.
Steve C.
Spring, Texas
Are you KeyserSusie? I mean, if you are, that’s fine. We have all sorts of people who can’t decide who they want to be today and usually, it doesn’t matter, but if YOU are KeyserSusie, I need to know.
EC… I am reassessing my latest bite on the trotline.
Perhaps The Single MOST Important Question & Answer In JFK Research:
Question: What do Richard M. Nixon (former Vice-President under Eisenhower), LBJ (Vice-President under JFK), Allen Dulles (former Director of the CIA, fired by JFK, after the “Bay of Pigs” debacle), Cord Meyer (LBJ’s “man” at the CIA, and with whose ex-wife JFK had an affair!), David Morales (CIA), E. Howard Hunt (CIA), Frank Sturgis (CIA), MARITA LORENZ (CIA), Lee Harvey Oswald (CIA/FBI), and Mafia Pilot David Ferrie all share in common? Answer: Their involvement in one or more aspects of the NSC (National Security Council) 5412 Committee’s (CIA) “Operation 40” to ASSASSINATE Cuba’s Fidel Castro.
Add (at least) ONE additional name to the list of names in the question, above: Son of BANKER, Prescott Bush ~ Houston, Texas OIL- & CIA-man, GEORGE H.W. BUSH.
You see, the JFK Assassination was conducted by the SAME forces behind 9/11. There is a MUCH LARGER CONSPIRACY, at work here. What follows is information intended to get someone NEW to JFK research “up-to-speed”, if you will, on WHO, REALLY, was behind the JFK Assassination (hint: CIA).
I) Read:
LBJ KILLED JFK, by Dan Eden for Viewzone
http://viewzone2.com/lbj/indexx.html
NOTE: The above article is based upon the 2003 History Channel (Nigel Turner) Documentary called THE MEN WHO KILLED KENNEDY.
Be sure to watch Parts 7, 8, and 9 in their entirety! (See below)
II) View:
a) THE MEN WHO KILLED KENNEDY (Part 7)
“The Smoking Guns”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rznWuemqXms
(45 minutes, 16 sec.)
b) THE MEN WHO KILLED KENNEDY (Part 9)
“The Guilty Men”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8M-8CIPiI8
(46 minutes, 07 sec.)
PART 8 OF THE MEN WHO KILLED KENNEDY:
IF you watch Episode 8, of THE MEN WHO KILLED KENNEDY, you find the wife of JOHN LIGGETT, and her daughter, testify, on camera, that DAVID FERRIE visited their home on occasion, when they lived in Dallas. John Liggett worked at a FUNERAL HOME, and was particularly SKILLED at preparing cadavers for OPEN CASKET FUNERALS! He was ALSO mysteriously absent from the Liggett Family home, on the night of Nov. 22, 1963! He also was acting VERY STRANGELY in the days following the JFK Assassination. (Gee, I wonder what JOHN LIGGETT could have possibly been doing on the night of Nov. 22, 1963? !!!) JOHN LIGGETT AND DAVID FERRIE. Check it out:
The Men Who Killed Kennedy – Part 8 – The Love Affair (2003)
c) E. Howard Hunt Outs Lyndon Johnson In JFK Assassination
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Me5qCwgpXeE
(14 minutes, 36 sec.)
d) Conspiracy Theory (with Former MN Governor, Jesse Ventura)
The Kennedy Assassination Episode
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6haOgRmZ9k
(Apparently taken off-line by either Youtube or Ventura)
(Be sure to read the complete Dan Eden/Viewzone article (above), & watch the above videos in their entirety, as MOST of the essential information is contained within them)
Is it possible ~ did LBJ’s Lawyer, Edward Aubrey Clark “arrange” the Assassination of JFK, on behalf of LBJ, via Louisiana Mob Boss, Carlos Marcello? Did Carlos Marcello via his international contacts in organized crime, procure the prime Hit-man/men? (Lucien Sarti? James Files?) Or, did William K. Harvey of the CIA do so? Did LBJ (Vice-President), J. Edgar Hoover (FBI), Allen Dulles (Former CIA Director), John J. McCloy (Banker), James J. Rowley (Secret Service) & Gerald Ford (Future President) simply COVER UP the crime, via their participation in the events immediately leading up to, & following the Assassination, as well as on the Warren Omission? Utilizing ALL the available evidence, as well as “Occam’s Razor,” to separate fact from fiction ~ the above scenario IS most likely what ACTUALLY transpired. Who was in attendance at the Clint Murchison Mansion on the evening of Nov. 21, 1963? “Special Guest” ~ J. Edgar Hoover, Carlos Marcello, Jack Ruby, Richard M. Nixon, & LBJ (among others, according to Madeleine Duncan Brown, LBJ’s mistress, who had a son by LBJ, in her interview with Robert Gaylon Ross, Sr., here:
Robert Gaylon Ross Sr interview with Madeleine Duncan Brown (FULL)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRayCY5p2HA).
THE PRINCIPAL PLAYERS
1) MAFIA: Sam Giancana (Chicago, IL), Carlos Marcello (New Orleans, LA), Santo Traficante (Tampa Bay, FL), Johnny Rosselli (Chicago, IL), and Mafia Pilot, David Ferrie.
2) CIA: Allen Dulles, James Jesus Angleton, Cord Meyer, William K. Harvey, David Morales, David Atlee Phillips, G.H.W. Bush, George de Mohrenschildt, E. Howard Hunt, Frank Sturgis, MARITA LORENZ, and PATSY, Lee Harvey Oswald. (Note: (1) David Morales and David Atlee Phillips were also positively identified on film, by former CIA co-workers interviewed by Shane O’Sullivan, as being in the Ambassador Hotel, on June 5, 1968, in Los Angeles, the night RFK was assassinated. (Shane O’Sullivan is the author of WHO KILLED BOBBY? and the producer of the video “RFK MUST DIE”) (2) Forensic audio & ballistic evidence proves NOT A SINGLE SHOT FIRED BY SIRHAN SIRHAN EVER HIT RFK! RFK died from a wound that entered the back of his head, right behind his right ear, from close range. This suggests that someone physically very close to RFK, possibly in the security detail, itself, is responsible for the fatal shot. SIRHAN SIRHAN WAS JUST ANOTHER PATSY.
3) U.S. GOV’T: Richard M. Nixon, (VP, under Eisenhower), LBJ (Vice-President), J. Edgar Hoover (FBI Director), Allen Dulles (former CIA Director, fired by JFK), & James J. Rowley, (Chief of the Secret Service), & Gerald Ford (future President).
4) TEXAS OIL MEN: H.L. Hunt, Clint Murchison, Syd Richardson, D.H. Byrd, & George H.W. BUSH. (D.H. Byrd owned the Texas School Book Depository, and was Co-founder of the TEXAS Civil Air Patrol. Both Lee Harvey Oswald, AND David Ferrie were members of the LOUSIANA Civil Air Patrol.) (Read JFK and the Unspeakable: Why He Died and Why It Matters, an article & review of the book by the same title, here: http://www.globalresearch.ca/jfk-and-the-unspeakable-why-he-died-and-why-it-matters/16273). Both Lee Harvey Oswald and David Ferrie were involved in a plot or plots to assassinate Fidel Castro, according to Judyth Vary Baker, in her book: David Ferrie: Mafia Pilot, Participant in Anti-Castro Bioweapon Plot, Friend of Lee Harvey Oswald and Key to the JFK Assassination. (NOTE: David Ferrie also knew a man named JOHN LIGGETT. JOHN LIGGETT worked at a Funeral Home, in Dallas, and was HIGHLY SKILLED at preparing cadavers for OPEN CASKET FUNERALS!)
5) ADDITIONAL NAMES & NOTES: Edward Aubrey Clark (LBJ’s Lawyer), Billy Sol Estes, Bobby Baker, Cliff Carter, Malcolm Wallace, Jack Ruby, (Corsican hit-man ~ Lucien Sarti? James Files?), JOHN J. MCCLOY. WHY would LBJ, & J. Edgar Hoover appoint NOT ONLY Allen Dulles (fired by JFK, after the failed CIA-“Bay of Pigs”/”Operation 40” debacle to overthrow Fidel Castro), but also BANKER John J. McCloy to the Warren Omission? What does a BANKER know about forensic evidence, or murder investigations? What kind of perspective could a BANKER provide the Warren Omission? Gerald Ford (future President) was also on the Warren Omission.
Just look at what we have here: BANKER Prescott Bush backs Nixon against JFK in the 1960 Election. Prescott Bush’s son, Houston Oil-man and CIA-man, G.H.W. Bush who was in Dallas on Nov. 22, 1963, becomes Director of the CIA at the exact time of the HSCA (House Select Committee on Assassinations, 1976-1977) during which time both Johhny Rosselli and George de Mohrenschildt are found dead, before they could testify before the HSCA. (NOTE: G.H.W. Bush KNEW George de Mohrenschildt, personally. (Johnny Rosselli was the East Coast Mafia’s CIA-contact man. George de Mohrenschildt was Lee Harvey Oswald’s CIA-handler.) G.H.W. Bush received a letter from George de Mohrenschildt requesting G.H.W. Bush’s assistance, as George de Mohrenschildt felt his life was in danger! No assistance from G.H.W. Bush was forthcoming, however). G.H.W. Bush later becomes Vice-President under Ronald Reagan, then President, himself. After Bill Clinton’s two-term Presidency, G.H.W. Bush’s son, George W. Bush becomes President, and presides over 9/11. Just as his Father “presided” over the JFK Assassination.
Did LBJ’s Lawyer, Edward Aubrey Clark “arrange” the Assassination of JFK via Carlos Marcello? Did the Mafia procure the prime hit-man/men? (Lucien Sarti? James Files?) Did LBJ, J. Edgar Hoover, Allen Dulles, James J. Rowley, John J. McCloy, and Gerald Ford simply COVER UP the crime of the Century? What did Nixon famously say? He said (and I quote): “Both Johnson and I wanted to be president, but the only difference was I wouldn’t kill for it.”) What did Carlos Marcello famously say? He said: “We should’ve killed Bobby.” How convenient that Jack Ruby shot and killed Lee Harvey Oswald before he could get a trial and testify before a Jury. Jack Ruby later died in Jail, from (“galloping”) (rapid-onset) lung cancer, before his 2nd trial. Again, how convenient. No “loose ends” here. Jack Ruby had business dealings with Carlos Marcello. Is it possible, if not likely, that Jack Ruby owed Carlos Marcello a favor? That may be why Jack Ruby took Lee Harvey Oswald OUT of the picture, before Oswald could testify before a jury.
How was Oswald able to renounce his American citizenship, move to the U.S.S.R., get a job there, and marry a Russian woman, and then later return to the U.S., without ANY problem whatsoever, and get a job at the Texas School Book Depository (owned by D.H. Byrd), during the COLD WAR? It ONLY makes sense, once you discover, that Lee Harvey Oswald was a low-level CIA employee/operative. He was also a paid FBI Informant. J. Edgar Hoover knew who Lee Harvey Oswald was, long before Nov. 22, 1963. So did the CIA.
What do Richard M. Nixon, LBJ, Allen Dulles, Cord Meyer, George H.W. Bush, David Morales, E. Howard Hunt, Frank Sturgis, MARITA LORENZ, Lee Harvey Oswald, and Mafia Pilot David Ferrie all share in common? Answer: Their involvement in one or more aspects of the NSC 5412 Committee’s (CIA) “Operation 40” to oust Castro. Keep all of this in mind, and re-read the articles (above), and re-view the videos. It’s ALL there. Or very nearly so.
Additional note:
1) JFK was shot in the back, in the throat, and twice in the head, from AT LEAST 3 separate directions! There it is ~ evidence of actual CONSPIRACY. The “kill-shot” came from the area of the Grassy Knoll. This is proven by the Parkland Hospital forensics.
Please keep all the foregoing in mind, when researching this topic.
Oh, one more ~ VERY interesting ~ article on this topic (keep JOHN LIGGETT in mind, when reading it):
The Ultimate JFK Secret: Who is REALLY Buried In Arlington?, by R.D. Morningstar
https://redice.tv/news/the-ultimate-jfk-secret-who-is-really-buried-in-arlington
KEY BOOKS On, Or Related To, the JFK Assassination
1. BLOOD, MONEY AND POWER, by Barr McClellan (who worked for LBJ’s Law Firm, in TX, under Edward Aubrey Clark, LBJ’s Lawyer)
2. THE MAN WHO KILLED KENNEDY: THE CASE AGAINST LBJ, by Roger Stone
3. Deadly Secrets: The CIA-Mafia War Against Castro and the Assassination of JFK, by Warren Hinckle and Bill Turner
4. Double Cross: The Explosive Inside Story of the Mobster Who Controlled America, by Sam & Chuck Giancana
5. JFK and the Unspeakable: Why He Died and Why It Matters, by James Douglass
6. JFK’s War with the National Security Establishment: Why Kennedy Was Assassinated, by Douglas Horne and Jacob Hornberger
7. BOND OF SECRECY, by St. John Hunt (whose Father, was E. Howard Hunt, CIA-Agent, involved in both the JFK Assassination and Watergate)
8. MARY’S MOSAIC: THE CIA CONSPIRACY TO MURDER JOHN F. KENNEDY, MARY PINCHOT MEYER, AND THEIR VISION FOR WORLD PEACE, by Peter Janney (Georgetown “Insider”)
9. HIT LIST, by Richard Belzer
10. JFK: The CIA, Vietnam, and the Plot to Assassinate John F. Kennedy, by L. Fletcher Prouty
11. The Secret Team: The CIA and Its Allies in Control of the United States and the World, by L. Fletcher Prouty
12. The Devil’s Chessboard: Allen Dulles, the CIA, and the Rise of America’s Secret Government, by David Talbot
13. Oswald and the CIA: The Documented Truth About the Unknown Relationship Between the U.S. Government and the Alleged Killer of JFK, by John Newman
14. David Ferrie: Mafia Pilot, Participant in Anti-Castro Bioweapon Plot, Friend of Lee Harvey Oswald and Key to the JFK Assassination, by Judyth Vary Baker
15. JFK: From Parkland to Bethesda: The Ultimate Kennedy Assassination Compendium, by Vincent Palamara
16. Kill Zone: A Sniper Looks at Dealey Plaza, by Craig Roberts
17. Texas in the Morning: The Love Story of Madeleine Brown and President Lyndon Baines Johnson, by Madeleine Duncan Brown
18. The Brothers: John Foster Dulles, Allen Dulles, and Their Secret World War, by Stephen Kinzer
19. Barry & ‘the Boys’: The CIA, the Mob and America’s Secret History, by Daniel Hopsicker
20. The Assassinations: Probe Magazine on JFK, MLK, RFK and Malcolm X, by James DiEugenio (Author, Editor), Lisa Pease (Editor)
21. KING/KILL 33, by James Shelby Downard & Michael A. Hoffman II
CHEERS!
“Are you KeyserSusie?”
No, as I said before, I only gave her a name and the orders.
Maggie, when I hear a woman wants new shoes, I wonder how much it will cost me….Just my experience from two marriages and countless girlfriends.
But upon reflection, I take it as a complement. If you still wear them, how about a new dress too?
My overnighter 90 miles out was a great success. Perfect conditions. I once fished around the Deepwater Horizon platform before it blew up. We fished drill ships and oil rigs, Marlin, Ram Powell, Beer Can and the drill ship Diamond Ocean Blackhawk. I crossed off a new fish species from my bucket list – a big eye tuna – a hundred pounder. The cake and candy of Halloween trip were the 4 century class yellowfins we put in the cooler.
Yep, my sources tell me the New Orleans Mafia and all the other Usual Suspects mentioned by the knowledgeable posters here were involved. For what it is worth, I was born in Ft. Worth Texas. So as a Texan, when I die they will give me an enema and bury me in a shoe box…
But Stuck, you are incorrect in your assertions about my father. He was among the first people selected to staff the newly formed Air Force from the Army Air Corp. He had lied about his age to join and subsequently had to pull strings to keep his commission. He would have retired a full bird except he turned down an assignment to SAC headquarters as he had just started the largest beauty salon in Ft. Walton Beach with my mother and had 4 sons who needed funding for a college education. Thank you mom and dad! Among my memories with my father include staying at the Fountain Bleu in Miami when I was 15. Also I hung out with him at the O Club in Panama. He pointed out the large artillery shells lining the outdoor patio and told me to remember them as they were significant in a way I still do not understand.
Now about the Fountain Bleu…. It was in 2005 when I hung out at a local flea market with an assortment of government pickers. They were incredible. I once asked them to get me a Betty Boop Pachinko game from Tokyo for my girl friend who enjoyed playing them when she worked in Tokyo. It took them about a week to bring one to me. First I became friends with a man who I believe was FBI undercover agent or at least special contractor. Then an ex air force guy who I believe was CIA. Who else would carry one of those military pocket coins from the OSS? He gave me many of those coins, even one from the Secretary of the Air Force and one from the Assistant Secretary of the Air Force. He called it the deuce! Even an agent from the UK would visit me there. He was especially interested in my stories about Wallace Simpson. I once owned an old house in Warrington Florida, Pou Station Road. It was where the trolly ended and you could take the ferry to NAS – home of Naval Aviation – where the first aviators would train in amphibious airplanes. There was a very old woman who had lived there all her life. She was school teacher (my favorite kind of person) and spinster. She told me of the boarding house that once stood next to my old architect built two story. She was too nice to call it a bordello but I think that is what it was. She said when she was a little girl she would peer inside the windows. The house was filled with women and Wallace was always the center of attention of the Navy men who would take the ferry or city folks who took the trolly to the remote outpost.
But back to the Fountain Bleu. A fourth individual and collector of rare objects told me he worked for the Post Office long term. AND as part of his job he once did personal security at the Fountain Bleu – for Bob Hope and Tom Jones – two that he told me about. I believe he was secret service. I know, they now fall under the Treasury Department but I once read a long time ago in some report that some secret service were salaried through the Post Office.
One leisurely afternoon I sat with him at the flea market, having a beer hidden in paper sack as no drinking was allowed on premises. He began to ask me 100 questions. Eventually we got around to what is my favorite beer. I told him beer taste is best defined by who you are with and what you are doing. And I told him a story about my favorite beer drinking experience. I think it was about 1968 when I went on a scuba diving expedition with my friends. I drove the family 1966 Ford Falcon and my buddy from my McDonald’s job drove his early model Chevy Nomad station wagon. We took the good highway past Tijuana on our way to Ensenada. Half down the highway there was an exit with a sign that said La Playa. It went to a goat trail that led to the cliffs along the Pacific where we set up camp. I left the family car below the exit overpass, not wanting to risk damage on the goat trail.
We made camp with a campfire to cook our food and drink beer we had purchased in Tijuana, a coup as we were still not 21. That night I felt like a man for the first time, drinking beer I had bought, with my mates. The diving was terrible in the salty water. (“The Pacific Ocean Has No Memory” my favorite quote from The Shawshank Redemption). The reason the water was murky was explained to us when, in the middle of the night, we were hit by a moderate terremoto. We were on top of a fault line according to a geology major in the group and we witness tons of debris falling into the ocean as we stood up on moving ground. We quickly decamped and rode back up the goat trail, only to find the falcon GONE.
Anyway, I told the post office guy my favorite beer was based on that experience. I said “I don’t often drink beer but when I do I prefer Dos Equis”. I also told him my drinking philosophy, to always leave the bar wanting more – to stay thirsty.
Today I add “never go to a bar barefooted or in sandals or flip flops”.
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I was a red rope, you know.
Dad may have been 19 when he was a Master Sgt. The retired Army chaplain who did his funeral service said he was a Sgt Major at 19…. but I think he might have been confused and he was only a Master Sgt. I do have pictures of him and 100 other troops and he is in front with special bands on his arm, no doubt he was a troop leader of some kind when he was enlisted rank. It could have been the first troops of the newly organized Air Force.
He was a Lt when he was stationed in Germany helping administer the war crime trials. He brought back German Shepard’s to breed for sentry dogs to guard the SAC bases. My older sister died in Germany. I believe she was poisoned by the owners of the house who had owned the house requisitioned for my mother, father, sister and brother. Just a hunch based on comments from my mother and father. I was conceived there and was born a year after my sister’s death. Of note, my father said he relied on Gypsies to get things done and gave them high marks for their help. He was of the opinion you could not trust the newly vanquished Volk.
Because of my respect for the gypsies I was their advocate when the King of the Gypsies was dying on the 6th floor of Emory University Hospital. I was a blood bank tech who worked nights and weekends, doing my vampire duties. My fellow professional grad students and I like to say we ran the teaching hospital at night as we staffed the lab and blood bank with cheap labor usually reserved for medical technologists.
The gypsies were refused lighting candles for the Don during his death watch by the administration. The clan gathered in the reception area to cast a curse on the hospital. I joined them in meditations for a spell and realized it was a bigoted decision to refuse them the courtesy of lighted candles. I protested to the head of the laboratory services. She passed my protest on the the head pathologist.
Based on my protestations the TPTB gave way and allowed the ritual. Soon the head of the blood bank and lab told me the King needed blood drawn one more time and the family requested that I be the last one to draw the blood of the Don. It was offensive to me to disallow a candle where there were gas outlets on the wall to fuel bunsen burners that once steriized instruments in the old hospital building.
So it was that I was the last to draw blood from the king. I did so with much ceremony drawing from my then limited spiritual knowledge as I attended the theological Methodist learning institution. As I manifested in the room, the lone candle flickered with much intensity as I kneeled and prayed, genuflected, drew blood into vacutainers and did my best Namaste to the assembled before I left the room; mostly in attendance were older women in drab attire with scarves over their head.
When I visited Sophia, Bulgaria in 1975 with my fellow companions, male and female airmen from Karamursel, we visited an old Orthodox church, it was domed like a mosque. As I stood in front of the tall skinny candles burning in the atrium I noticed a drab dressed woman with a head scarf was staring at me. Soon most of the elderly crowd were staring at me. My companions asked me what was that about? I am not sure but it sure was strange. Sophia was wonderful despite a man in a wool trench coat wearing a fur cap with a red star on the front, on every corner. My yellow Jeep Commando was quite popular everywhere we went. They especially liked the Warn winch on the front.
But all that was not as strange as when I was on my way to Nashville for a meeting in 2006. My flight was delayed in Atlanta when it was announced that Norad had taken over all flights in the US. I alone was ushered onto a Romanian airliner to wait out the delay. I stayed in the empty plane for nearly an hour until someone came and told me to go to the gate for my flight. All I know is, to Gypsies, Romania is special…And I once saw a B-class movie where when the king of the gypsies was on his death bed, a young stranger appeared who help usher the king on his way to the after life; and the young lad assumed the titular title of King by acclamation of those present. Long live the romance and stories of the Romany!
I can say that Dubya was in Nashville that weekend but nothing more than that about him. My weekend was full of stranger things. While dining at the bar of the hotel where I stayed, a nice man dressed in a sport coat and tie came up to me and began chatting with me. He showed me a book he had written on Ronald Reagan. We chatted about the man who was Governor when I lived in California. Eventually he surprised me when he asked me about something I had never discussed with anyone. He asked me if I recalled when I had a conversation with Sanford Atwood, president of Emory on his presidential estate. I was hiking one day and became disoriented and found myself crossing a fence to return to the Graduate Dorm on campus. I was trespassing sort of speak. I saw a man outstanding in his field, literally. So I approached him to explain why I was there. We chatted some, I gave him my name and student number, K0921. As I left I told him “God is not dead”, a popular theme at the time that had originated from an Emory theology professor.
Shocked at the question, I clammed up, not knowing what to think. I still am not sure how he knew about it. I have to believe he was writing my bio and wanted to meet me in person, but I just do not know.
My first job at Emory was at Dooley’s Den – the campus snack bar working the register from 5 until closing. They hired me because I had managed McDonald’s in Redlands, Riverside, Rialto, two stores in San Bernardino and I even did a few stints in Compton. Unbeknownst to me there was cash being missing from the till. The campus food manager eventually told me about it. Well, the old biddy who ran Dooley’s Den was helping herself to cash as she was the only other person who touched the drawer. I told the manager I was trying to get a job at the blood bank and if he recommended me and hired a new cashier, he would see who was doing the pilfering.
Also I like to say while working at Dooley’s Den, a business student asked me if I had any ideas for a business endeavor. I told him yes. One of his companions was wearing some cheap vinyl sandals she acquired in Turkey. I told him to make similar units for maybe 25 cents a copy and market them on the back page of the New York Times Sunday Magazine and sell ’em for 8 bucks. Well, he did and his name is Kenneth Cole and Maggie, I bet you once wore Jellies.
When I worked at McD’s I made managerial ranks after one year. That got me invited to the small corporate headquarters of the Linda-Gay Corp, named after the two daughters of Col Sullivan a retired AF Col. (I believe the Col was killed by a hit man from Denver hired by his son in law prior to one of the daughters divorcing the sorry ass wayward husband. He worked as a manger and I was often invited to his house for burgers and pool parties. The louche would invite neighbor hood girls my age so he could ogle them in swim suits. I have my reasons for the suspicion) So in 1967 I presented to corporate quarters for a manger’s meeting wearing my black clip on tie where a consultant, a short stocky man with nerdy glasses, a short sleeve white shirt with a nerdy tie gave his presentation for the assembled. I asked pertinent questions as usual. After the presentation he came up to me and point blank asked me if I had any business ideas. Well hell yes I did. It was to knock off McD’s using cube steak, lettuce, onion and tomato, and one flavor shake. This was my father’s recipe for hamburgers. The three shake flavors of McD’s needed mixers which Ray Croc sold to the McDonald brothers in San Bernardino with stupendous regularity. I even ate at the original McDonalds which was called Big M’s. It was soon sold to Baker Taco company and eventually was torn down. A damn shame if you ask me.
I only remember my experience with the Dave doppelgänger because I thought him rude when his eyes widened, then blinked and he turned away without acknowledging my idea as good. I vividly recall my first Wendy’s burger in 1976. I immediately thought that someone finally had used my idea of a good burger and was I happy for it. It was only years later when I discovered Dave Thomas had started out working as a fast food consultant mostly for KFC and for whomever would hire him. I came to believe it was him who snubbed me after telling him my great idea for a good burger.
Just more Forrest Gump, the list is too long to elaborate now about other adventures. I have much empathy for Caroline and passively believe she is aware of me. I have my reasons just as I have reasons to believe Japan follows me closely too. Recall, a past paramour of mine worked in Tokyo…
I knew it wouldn’t last long.
Your bullshit is already tiring. I think you’re an 8th grader practicing creative-writing (I’m being generous) for her English class.
You’re blowing smoke up our asses. So, how about you blow it out your ass? Come back when you’ve submitted a patent for nuclear fusion.
I thought KSuze was a LADY. Damn. I did catch the Army Air Corps thing and thought it was possible. Some of it makes some sense but since I know my own brother got caught with a hunk of hash coming out of Turkey on the ship (no names), I figure Suzie was happy to be stationed there in the 70s.
By the time I joined the service, piss tests were as common as Commander’s Call. Where, by the way, I was a red rope you know at Keesler.
There’s nothing wrong with bullshit as long as it is good bullshit and everyone who isn’t a fucking moron knows it’s bullshit.
I was at work earlier so I couldn’t say anything bad to KeisterSuzie but his first post made no sense at all. I mean, he says he’s going south to Ensenada and ends up in a beach in San Diego. He takes the toll road and ends up on the cliffs of Tijuana? How the fuck? Creative writing still requires that you make sense, this isn’t Naked Lunch. I’ve read some Deepak Chopra that made more sense that this shit. Heck, the Bagavad Gita is more fathomable than this shit.
You know, Stuck, you were concerned about the comment count but I figure comments should also be half-way intelligible or discernible from the context. They should display a level of maturity and decorum fitting the site. I understand some folks don’t want to comment for fear of being criticized and that’s fine. I’m sure Maggie has learned to take it easy on noobs.
Still, people ought to have their wits about them when they comment. A person can’t take 4 or 5 hits of a joint or 3 tabs of acid or smoke some crystal meth and hope to make a meaningful contribution here. Admin has standards, dammit. We already have the dynamic duds, buds, puds (take your pick) with their starry-eyed visions of a Neo-Nazi nation; to wit, the twit Nkit and the hobo YoBo.
I thought KSuze was a woman. I am recruiting women for the cause. I screwed up on this one, apparently. Still, I WAS a red rope for several months.
You thought Bea was a woman.
Hey Chen, Bioya, burrito face.
nutkiss, My boss loved to make fun of my ‘flauta fingers’. You have to be more creative than KeisterCarol; that ‘sawed off’ slam was so old, it was lame.
BTW are you a fan of the Hunger Games? Your moniker sounds familiar.
I know little to nothing of Hunger Games…I don’t pay attention to that shit Short Round. And if you can’t figure out what my screen name stands for after the 10 or 12 clues I have given you, plus putting it right in your face 3 times, and even asking you about it, then, well, I’m not sure what to think about my previous determination that you are very well read and intelligent.. I must have been mistaken. BUT, you can’t kiss my nuts..I know that you want to, but this whitey won’t play your type of Hunger Games.
“he says he’s going south to Ensenada and ends up in a beach in San Diego. He takes the toll road and ends up on the cliffs of Tijuana?”
So evidently, you cannot even read, or comprehend the written word.
No toll roads in 1968 when I was there. I said the La Playa highway sign was between Tijuana and Ensenada.
And KS is a female. You could say she is my alter ego as I channel my dead sister who died at age 6 months in 1947 in Nuremberg. I chose the female civilian contractor who worked for me at Karamursel to be my protagonist. You know, empower women and protect children…
I have no patent for nuclear fusion. But my idea for a dual delivery caulk gun, used to mix epoxies and polysiloxanes was patented by 3M. And I did help expose how my girlfriend’s Vietnamese mother was involved with the smuggling of nuclear technology. It was quite an experience when I went to Viet Nam with them both in 2002.
And the Chinese apparently find my ideas of interest. In 1970 while a student at UC Riverside I volunteered for psychological experiments by the guest scientists from China. It was part of the Nixon-Kissenger plan to open up China by allowing their scientists to come to American to check out how we do things. You know, the Kissenger idea of relations to create equality as hegemony with China was impossible. Anyway, after two sessions the Chinese scientists decided I was someone they could learn from. That is why my first year at Emory I was invited to lunch with the rock star professor who taught me. He asked me to meet him in the cafeteria, above Dooley’s Den where I worked nights. Well, as soon as I sat down with my professor, the only Chinese professor on the faculty of Emory joined us and my teacher left me to chat with the interested Chinaman. We discussed several things but it evolved to my ideas about educational theory. I was merely regurgitating what Dr. John Moore told me about Columbia’s educational theory. But he was very interested. Decades later I read a press report about how China was able to make great strides. It was almost verbatim what I had told the Chinaman. I think maybe because I am the first person to score perfectly on the Wonderlick test – or whatever they called it in 1965 when I took it at Eglin AFB at age 17, they figured I had some intelligence of interest.
Would anyone be interested in my story about a shamanistic leader from Malawi, a Pentecostal minister I sent to Malawi, a Makonde shetani and my meeting of a Malawi king at the Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture?
Or how about a ‘fixed’ championship basketball game played in 1966 in Washington DC that includes John Booth, Mary Surratt, Dr. Mudd and the two girls I courted who lived in Mary’s historic house, now a museum? It was my effort to repay the black community for the murder of Lincoln.
And maybe something about Dooley, namesake for Dooley’s Den where I worked?
Dooley’s Motto
“Presidents may come, presidents may go; professors may come, professors may go; students may come, students may go; but Dooley goes on forever!”
He is better known as the Lord Of Misrule. I fell in love with the daughter of the first person to don the skeleton costume that created the tradition of annual appearances of Lord Dooley on campus. You have heard of Skull and Bones. I bet you have not heard of the Dooley Corp. I still search for folks worthy of initiation. There are some on this site that could be worthy.
You know, 12 steppers would say this site if full of people who are egomaniacs with an inferiority complex. Shrinks would say they have a schizotypal personality with dependent and narcissistic features. At any rate I enjoy the company!
You know, my father and I talked about Section 8 for over 30 years. We often drove past the headquarters in St. Teresa Florida. I have friends who now live in the area of the former military retreat. He once told me if I get a chance to take command of it, I should. Well I did. The first member I enlisted was Wayne Dyer when he was the base psychologist at Karamürsel. He was writing his first book at the time.
Your Erroneous Zones.
“The more you see yourself as what you’d like to become, and act as if what you want is already there, the more you’ll activate those dormant forces that will collaborate to transform your dream into your reality.” – Wayne Dyer
Empower women and protect children.
Maggie, you might like to know the first person to salute me after I put on my Captain bars was a woman. I gave her 5 bucks for her respect.
OMG, Maggie, did you go to a house of ill-repute in the Phillipines to celebrate after putting on your red rope and give the house boy $5 for his ‘respect’?
“Your bullshit is already tiring. I think you’re an 8th grader practicing creative-writing (I’m being generous) for her English class.”
Forgive me if I tire you with my ambling stories, all true. The only time I received an A in English was in 12th grade at Surrattsville High School in Clinton, Maryland.
The teacher was my favorite instructor my senior year. He always gave me the benefit of doubt on my papers. He augmented his salary by writing pulp fiction for men’s adventure magazines. Maybe my style comes from his tutelage….
And the Jesuit who mentored me in college also appreciated my style and debating skills.
For Caroline
In The Shadow Of Never Die
In a land of spirits, sleeping giants and the shade made by mountains
She walks along the Way, people praying and public fountains
Drink, draught, and make misty mornings magical
Never spiteful to any who make this less delightful
Simple, still, wind in the hills, with much latitude
Gaijin come, meek, mild, filled with alien attitude
Foreign not what wisdom and time chime, at the temple shrine
A death divine, a lover’s crime and a moonbeam’s shine
Cast upon floral blossoms amid mystic beauty
Show us the way to do our duty
Sansei sends flowers and children do depend
On eternal threads, bristling with no end
O nitrous oxide
thou brazen muse
speed us on
punch it
faster, faster
laughter, laughter
until I die
like so many
of my brethren
partaking of your
tempting tank
that softens the
and dulls the senses
feeling no pain
in Spain
kill me now
before I write
another lame
line
Anonymous, I will name you Richard Cory
I like these words better:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
Read more at http://www.monologuearchive.com/s/shakespeare_001.html#ASLYVe2O7V6vKtdl.99
Now I wish my words had that kind of staying power.
Alas mine are much more ephemeral. There are dozens of my quotes scattered about The Usual Suspects, mostly by the verbal kint of Kevin’s character. You know, it is funny, I once read that Soze in Turkish means “talks too much”.
Other words of mine have won a Grammy when sung by Robert Plant and Allison Krauss. In “Killing The Blues” the first verse and chorus are my exact words and the other verses are based on my conversations with an itinerant musician who stayed at my house trying to reconnect with the love he had lost.
And then there is Jamie Johnson. The title track on his debut album is based on the true story of me and my father, I told it to Jamie one night at a watering hole. Also he used my malapropism as the title to the song Rebelicious.
And then there is the iconic band who has the eponymous name of what my father flew. In 1974 my girl friend, daughter of the man who first played Dooley on campus, and former love interest of the wandering minstrel; asked me to go with her to visit her muscian friends in Athens Ga. So we loaded up her parents handmedown pontiac that Jan said was big as a whale. I carried with me about $8 change in my pocket for juke box money and emergency contingencies.
We took off up the glittery Atlanta Highway to Athens. Her motley friends lived in a ranch style house on an old farm that once had horses. I had my first martini in a Mason Jar. There was a brother and sister with my last name, no relation but the girl was kissing cousin material. The group said they wanted a name for their budding band – and wanted to name it something scary. I said the scariest thing in the world to me is what my father flew – a B52. As we were leaving I pointed to an old tack house and called it The Love Shack…. and we were gonna party in when we returned.
I have seen my words appear many places that surprise me.
Now where is that bare bodkin?
I see Kevin Spacey came out to say a woman accused him of inappropriately touching her 15-20 years ago. He had that smirky grin as he announced in his press release so I believe he was playing a con to get folks to just relax a bit. I make no light of abuse. I have been mashed by male specialists in my profession, yes plural. I just avoided them and never referred out to them again. And plenty of females have mashed me with their boobs, very suggestive as they whispered in my ear. I am susceptible to such harassment and believe me, it has created no end of trouble for me.