The problem(s) associated with the Kennedy assassination are (now) largely due to the “professional” conspiracy theorists, those folks whose lives are fueled by that almost sensual high-octane mix of secrecy and shadowy “Deep State” bullshit. Much like the moon-landing deniers and the “angels are among us” assholes, they are driven not by facts or real research, but by the obsession to be the one “in the know”.
They want the story, not the solution.
Allen and John Foster Dulles did more to shape the geopolitical landscape of the 20th century than any other person, agency, or group. Even after Kennedy shoved Dulles out the back door of the White House, Dulles’ policies and vision held sway at CIA, the State Department, and in the country as a whole. Sixty years after his ouster, they still can’t quite scrub the stink of self-serving entitlement and neo-fascism from their Brooks Brothers suits.
The puppet masters in this bizarre little story were the Dulles brothers. Neither pulled the trigger, nor did they buy the bullets. But they created an atmosphere of “we’re right, and everybody else is wrong” in the Agency that was used to justify everything from the hostile takeover of foreign companies to the assassination of democratically elected third world leaders. This atmosphere, tempered by time and the House of Representatives, still holds sway today.
Oswald didn’t kill anyone, not Jack Kennedy, not JD Tippit –not anyone. President Kennedy was gunned down in broad daylight on an American street by a loosely organized group comprised of disaffected CIA operatives, mafia kingpins, and angry Cuban nationals who felt betrayed by the Kennedy brothers after the Bay of Pigs.
It isn’t James Angleton you should be thinking about here. He was bitter, paranoid, and alcoholic; a shambling figure in a threadbare jacket and thick glasses. People at CIA were afraid of him, not because of his power, they feared him because he was fucking crazy. And he knew (quite literally) where the bodies were buried. By the time Watergate rolled around he was merely an anachronism, gaunt and ghostly, feared by some, but basically marginalized.
The power and importance of random numbers.
https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20240704-the-search-for-the-random-numbers-that-run-our-lives
"Hello? Ahhh... Dimitry? Hello?"
The door-taping thing was pretty standard fare at the time --the occupants of the Watergate themselves would do it on occasion. Howard Hunt was greedy, stupid, and corruptible. Plus he had ties to Nixon-run operations going back to the mid-Fifties.
Although why McCord taped it the SECOND time is pretty suspect --but these guys were pretty cocky, thinking they operated under the aegis of executive protection.
Supersonic F/A-18 flight deck flyover. If you've ever seen one of these, been right underneath it, it's so fucking loud you can't think straight for a minute or two after.
From what I can tell it looks like cities where the Dead were big, but I don't really know.
I am that guy. Much to the dismay of those around me... I am that guy.
Good point.
"There's three sides to every story, baby. There's yours and there's mine and the cold, hard truth"
And hey, not for nothin' but you're working at a polling site?
Well... a tip o' the hat and a humble thank you for doing something most of us never even think about.
No need to apologize. I saw an easy comedic 2 pointer and took it.
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