Yep, Lee Harvey Oswald turns up FIFTY years later, right where "they" wanted me to find it…an antique mall in Muskegon, Michigan!
The 50th anniversary of JFK's assassination is coming up in November, and already the documentaries proving "one bullet" could do all the damage are being shilled. They are rolling out the head-sized watermelons, gelatin-filled pigskins and closing traffic in Dealey Plaza again. Unseemly? They did it, not me. I have more respect for a man elected president of my country than to squash his sit-in noggin for ratings. But I'll watch them. I always do. Unless Tosh.0 is on.
At this point, with so much publicly available information, that ANYONE would base their conclusion on the ballistics alone is so absurd, it would be laughable if it weren't so tragic. You know? Maybe John Wilkes Booth was a disgruntled loner too…no need to hang the dozen other conspirators, and let's see if his puny little pirate's derringer could do the job. While you are at it? Go dig up the bones of the woman who sat for Da Vinci's Mona Lisa too, that is if she WAS a woman. (They are…I think today.)
Oswald, who just happened to study Russian while in the United States Marines, who just happened to drift to the Soviet Union during the cold war, who just happened to meet the relative of a big shot KGB dude, just happened to marry her, just happened to come back and contact the feds, just happened to be friends of mobsters in New Orleans, just happened to be on the route, (disgruntled, of course…disgruntled…and with the curtain rods to prove it) and then happened to be murdered by a Carlos Marcello associate. Who just happened to run a strip club in 1963 while running guns to Cuba. Oh…and just before he happened to be disgruntled, he took a picture of himself nearly falling down from the weight of all his weapons and the commie newspaper he happened to be holding. Which Life Magazine happened to receive just in time for their big assassination special in which they also happened to reverse the very two Zapruder film frames with the head shot. Maybe an intern did it.
Our own government belatedly admitted (once J. Edgar Hoover had croaked and the members dared) in 1979 that... "The Committee believes, on the basis of the evidence available to it, that President John F. Kennedy was probably assassinated as a result of a conspiracy. The Committee is unable to identify the other gunman or the extent of the conspiracy. "
Then they also concluded to give up.
November 2013 isn't the date to pay attention to anyway. 2017 is. Because the National Archives a year ago decided to keep 1,171 spook documents secret until then. Umm…to wit:
“We recognize that the remaining records are of high public interest and historical value, and we appreciate your stated desire not to have to wait five more years to obtain access to these records. Given this public interest, we have been consulting with the CIA to see if it would be possible to review and release any of these remaining documents in time for the 50th anniversary of President Kennedy's assassination in 2013. Although the CIA shares NARA's interest in wanting to be responsive to your request, they have concluded there are substantial logistical requirements that must take place prior to the release of these remaining records and there is simply not sufficient time or resources to complete these tasks prior to 2017. Accordingly, we will not be able to accommodate your request."
Now I'm not too good at my own documents. I might leave the credit card bill sitting on the table a few days before paying the minimum. But it usually doesn't take me FIFTY YEARS to open my mail. Give those arthritic civil servants a couple black rubber stamps and let them at 'em.
At this point I don't even care. It is moot, and there is more than enough already released, for any to read, to show and know, that Kennedy and his brother were swimming in dangerous water, some of it apparently with the very same woman mobster Sam Giancana was dipping into as well.
I'm not going to read them anyway. It has been 50 years since the actual event gave me nightmares of a president not able to escape his limo. Nightmares I still have once in a while! I give up, like the Senate did 30 years ago. I give up, like the Warren commission did 50 years ago. Like the fellow who served on the Warren Commission and later wrote a book titled "Portrait of THE Assassin" once said, "our national nightmare is over."
The National Archives has ALREADY released a document which quotes mobster Carlos Marcello saying "YEAH, I HAD the son of a bitch killed. I’m glad I did. I’m sorry I couldn’t have done it myself!" It was published in an 848 page book five years ago and no one cared. Within a month of the assassination, the FBI questioned 14 Marcello associates. The FBI put a freakin' informant into Marcello's CELL in PRISON to learn it, and still no one cared.
We are seemingly waiting for a deathbed confession which happened years ago.
Roll out those cantaloupe heads. Let's see if physics can prove a pristine bullet can cause a dozen wounds again. This bullet passed through Kennedy’s neck and Governor Connally’s chest and wrist then buried itself into the Governor’s thigh. 15 layers of clothing, 7 layers of skin, 15 inches of tissue, struck a necktie knot, removed 4 inches of rib, and shattered a radius bone. The bullet was found on an abandoned gurney in the corridor at the Parkland Memorial Hospital, in Dallas, after the assassination. It caused all those wounds and fell out. Looking it it, maybe it ROLLED out and shined itself up a bit too.
Now let's hire someone with shooting creds, put him in a cherry picker six stories up and see if he can do it, AGAIN...for the folks watching TV.
Now take a computer and draw a line directly down through the guy's nose above and see if it matches the shadows in Oswald's mugshot. I don't care anymore. That it appears the automobiles in line all look a bit like the one Johnny Rosselli used to make payoffs means nothing to me now. "Here, kid...your dough and your caps. You aren't practicin' today?" In retrospect, I should have done this post the day Seinfeld told the truth using fat Newman as the grassy knoll.
Who cares? It's over. It's OVER, Johnny.t
Photo of questionable Dummy Oswald, or Oswald Dummy, or just some carefree teenager, dated on reverse 1955 (which it is) collection Jim Linderman
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