THE BEATLES` REAL LOVE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5D3FMioSoc

*(THIS IS THE OFFICIAL REAL LOVE VIDEO FROM THE ANTHOLOGY)

REAL LOVE

ALL MY LITTLE PLANS AND SCHEMES,
LOST LIKE SOME FORGOTTEN DREAMS.
SEEMS THAT ALL I REALLY WAS DOING
WAS WAITIN` FOR YOU.

JUST LIKE LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS,
PLAYING WITH THEIR LITTLE TOYS,
SEEMS LIKE ALL WE REALLY WERE DOING
WAS WAITIN` FOR LOVE.

LONELY TO BE ALONE,
NO NEED TO BE ALONE.

IT`S REAL LOVE, IT`S REALLY REAL,
YES IT`S REAL LOVE, YES IT`S REALLY REAL.

FROM THIS MOMENT ON I KNOW,
EXACTLY WHERE MY LIFE WILL GO.
SEEMS THAT ALL I REALLY WAS DOING
WAS WAITIN` FOR LOVE.

NO NEED TO BE AFRAID,
NO NEED TO BE AFRAID.

*(CHORUS)

THOUGHT I`D BEEN IN LOVE BEFORE,
BUT IN MY HEART I WANTED MORE.
SEEMS LIKE ALL I REALLY WAS DOING
WAS WAITIN` FOR YOU.

LONELY TO BE ALONE,
NO NEED TO BE ALONE.

YES IT`S REALLY LOVE,
YES IT`S REALLY REAL
(REPEAT & FADE)

THE BEATLES` WHITE ALBUM FORTY YEARS LATER

THE BEATLES` WHITE ALBUM: LOOKING THROUGH THE BENT BACK TULIPS FORTY YEARS LATER! By John G. Kays

1968 was a year of dramatic change. A few of those pivotal events were: the Tet Offensive, the Paris war protests in May, the killing of both Martin Luther King, Jr. and Robert F. Kennedy, as well as a blossoming partnership between John Lennon and Yoko Ono. I will link a helpful timeline of 1968 for you, so that you can gain a working knowledge of events for that turbulent year. The Beatles` White Album, which turned forty a few weeks ago, was a quintessential reflection of that era; I still remember that day (11/25/`68) clearly as if it was yesterday. This double album contains, by way of kinetic expression in pop song, much of the energy of 1968.

Now rewind the fragile reel tape back to the day. Just a week before a comment from a colleague at Jesuit Prep piqued my interest, “Did you hear John, that a new Beatles` album is set release next week?” I got in gear and did some yard work to earn ‘record money’ and also rolled some quarters, dimes, and Nichols in anticipation of B-Day. I was fidgety for several days, and invented ways in my mind that the new songs might possibly sound. I reviewed all of the older records so that I would be well oiled to make accurate assessments for the new release. This was a Standard Operating Procedure of that day.

On November 25th, 1968 I waited in line agog with hope until the doors opened at the Melody Shop record store in North Dallas. When the doors finally opened, I swiftly entered the store, and could see the stacks of unopened LP boxes on the floor near the cashiers` station. The record clerk pulled the Lillie-white product from one of the boxes and politely handed me my very own personal platter. “The sun is up, the sky is blue, it`s beautiful, and so are you.” I paid the cashier with a combination of rolled coinage and paper currency and shot out of the store. I made the short walk back to my house with promises in hand.

I got home in a flash, pulled the unblighted white record out of the plain brown paper sack, and ripped off the cellophane wrapping. I impatiently yanked out disc one from its paper sleeve. I marveled at the pretty green apple logo inset of the disc; made haste to my parents` bedroom, then proceeded to pop disc one on the family Zenith stereo console within. As I listened to Back in the USSR attentively, I studied the inserted fold-out lyric sheet with groovy pik-collages on the other side. Then I discovered the four separate photo prints of The Beatles inside; a few days later these were tacked up on the wall. The ritual of listening to the records, studying the lyrics and artwork, and applying meaning to the blank white cover by Richard Hamilton, continued for weeks on end.

For example: Did Mother Superior Jumped the Gun mean that Christianity was outdated? Was the white cover symbolical for the purity of God? Or was it atheistic? Sexy Sadie is a put down of the Maharisha as a guru with a big ego who lusted after ladies. Guru worship, by the Fab Four, vanished away after that. I was at a Catholic prep school, so I tried to see if The Beatles` had views about religion in the lyrics. I took a closer look at John`s comments about Christianity in 1966, said just as a lark. This was taken out of context by the Fundamentalist Christians and then the burning began. I will reference the quote for you here.

“Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink. I needn`t argue that; I`m right and I will be proved right. We`re more popular than Jesus now; I don`t know which will go first-rock `n` roll or Christianity. Jesus was all right but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It`s them twisting it that ruins it for me.” This is a quote from John Lennon from an article written by Maureen Cleave that appeared in the London Evening Standard on March 4, 1966. Please read it here in its full context. It`s just John jesting and trying to impress the reporter, or trying to explain Beatlemania.

John`s early death, in light of his comments, renews our sense that these were perilous times, radicals would not be tolerated. Lennon lived on the edge all of his life, and said shocking things as a defense mechanism against a hostile culture that may have been incapable of grasping his take on the world. The recent tardy pardon of the Vatican backs the notion that they took a good while (forty years) in sorting through Mister Lennon`s mocking words towards Christianity. The White Album is filled with snipes, jabs, and put downs of ‘polite society’. Look for yourself at the lyric sheet for little bursts of exasperation!

As a backdrop to my comments on several of my favorite songs, I will qualify the creation of this historic double record. Brian Epstein, The Beatles` manager, had died from a drug overdose in August of 1967. Brian had kept them fastidious and focused, but now that he was dead they did what they fancy well wanted to do. As a way of creating a tax dodge, they started their own label, Apple Records. I recall John and Paul appearing on The Tonight Show and making public this move. Hey Jude/Revolution was the first Apple single, and was successful beyond belief!

In February of 1968 The Beatles flew to Rishikish, India for a transcendental meditation session with the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. In India they wrote forty songs on acoustic guitar and many of these ended up on The White Album. As they ventured through these grueling recordings in the summer of 1968, they knew they were at the peak of their popularity, and that their every word and note would be siphoned in the silly sandbox of the youth movement. I love every song on The White Album, even Don`t Pass Me By, but for the sake of space, let me dissect a chosen few.

The sonic curiosities, its interplay of lyric and circular four chord progression, makes Dear Prudence a fascinating one for me. The song was written about Mia Farrow`s sister, Prudence, who wouldn`t come out of her bungalow from meditating (in India), so John and George were recruited to coax her out of her turtle shell. The lyrics are presented in a nursery rhyme format and the acoustic guitar is finger-picked in a droning, repeating evolvement, with the bass thumping merrily on the bottom end. “The clouds will be a daisy chain, so let me see you smile again.” George`s guitar, with tints of flange, cascades gaily up the scale on the final verse, while Paul`s piano twinkles briskly as the chaps try to cheer up the sequestered, sad-eyed Prudence.

Glass Onion is just John fencing with fans (his crackerjack wordplay ya know), who try to spin Beatle lyrics into outer space or construct a sandcastle mirage of the cosmos out of syllables. For if these Freaks could decode such messages hidden in Beatle verse, they could discover the key to the universe. John delivers his lines with ample ebullience, enough mojo in its elocution, that you buy into the likelihood that you are receiving signals, even revelations about ‘the big picture.’ The glass onion itself is slang for a monocle; this is a seeing glass with extraordinary magical powers. Indeed, things got a little dodgy in 1968.

Glass Onion is in the key of A minor and in a blues tradition is more spoken than sang. A nice touch is the flourish of bowed strings on the third line, “well here`s another place you can go…” The chording is dense and this mirrors the rich metaphors within the lyrics. The bridge is a chromatic pony ride that mounts suspense. An eight measure outtro has a surprise ending, with pastoral orchestral strings descending the scale, then back up…repeat…remember the ending to Blow Up? This short song packs a punch and you know you are on long, strange riverboat ride of the imagination on this album.

Happiness Is A Warm Gun is the most Beatle-ish song on the White Album and shows close collaboration between the four moptops. It is mainly a jab at those who worship guns but verily so much more. I am hearing five distinct sections woven together, each with a different time signature and a unique emotive expression. John characterized it as a history of rock and I see it as a capsulated journey through rock too.

First there is the folksy arpeggio guitar passage, then the hackneyed poetry portion, and next the bluesy heavy guitar (‘I need a fix’) fissure. The Mother Superior Jumped the Gun bit acts as a coda to John`s comments about Christianity. The sister resists sex and violence, but maybe religion too. The fifth section is a 50s doo-wop rant that is celebratory and simultaneously sarcastic. Reflective listening reveals it as an aural cubist painting assault leaving you out to dry on a clothes line with a smoking pistol in your pantaloons!

All of George Harrison`s songs on The White Album are Arabian baubles, nonetheless Long, Long, Long is the most piquant paean to his new found spirituality. It whispers forth and basks in the glory of karmic renewal: “Now I`m so happy I found you. How I love you.” George`s acoustic guitar resonates easterly, duplicating his raga-rock touch that first surfaced on Rubber Soul. The fourteen bars of the middle section has an accented, recrudescing upright piano phrase by Chris Thomas, as George laments his wasted time away from the restful bliss of grace. You can share with George, finding peace of mind and God also, when you listen. “Now I can see you, be you.” Finality… aye, a spiritual catharsis is achieved in the closing crescendo, where Paul`s organ part rattles, George wails like a anchorite, and a splash of strings from his Gibson J200 echoes with a G minor eleventh chord, conjuring supernal glee!

Paul McCartney`s jaunty Twenties` ditty, Honey Pie, is his most versatile contribution of the lot; `tis a vaudeville number with a rollicking rhythm, a 1920s flapper show tune that conjures visuals of moonbeam liaisons. Paul is vicariously worshipping some silver-screen idol, a mythical moll of the ‘Roaring Twenties,’ me thinks. He may have been alluding to Clara Bow, that`s just a guess, but it could just as easily have been Louise Brooks or May McAvoy. The introduction has Paul mimicking Al Jolson`s lispy banter out the-side-of `is mouth (“now she`s hit the big time”); you could swear up and down you were hearing a scratchy old 78 rpm record. The saxophone and clarinet arrangements by George Martin, peppered throughout, jazzes it up and John ekes out an inspirational Django Reinhardt guitar phrase that saves the day. The line “I`m in love but I`m lazy” has stuck to me like a flea on a sheep dog all of the last forty years!

Cry Baby Cry has always been a curious one for me, with its thespian lyrics and trotting 4/4 rhythm; it`s presented in a simple verse/chorus structure, yet a clever little story is sketched about some mischievous children of a fictitiously daft king and queen. `Tis a fairy tale of sorts, a limerick along the lines of ‘sing a song of sixpence.’ John`s resounding two-handed piano chords, along with a colorful harmonium part by George Martin, makes it a sing along in la-la-land; there`s a diversionary bluesy accent of Bb7 at the end of each verse line, such as ‘hol-i-day.’ A demo exists from late 1967, so it was mostly written before the excursions to India.

Much of this is hocus pocus, but it seems to be a dreary dream from Lennon`s childhood, a dark little nursery rhyme about an isolated world of kings and queens and their children, who at times play pranks. As the skit unfolds the lesson of the fable is “she`s old enough to know better.” “Can you take me back where I came from” as the outtro by Paul shrouds the meaning even more, but casts it as reverie or idle fantasy, an Alice In Wonderland gobbledygook word puzzle of say Lewis Carroll. A little charade transpires (the ‘séance in the dark verse’), but who knows exactly what happens? It hints at a trifle of a royal scandal at some lofty European court, from the pages of medieval lore!

Revolution 9 is a sound collage (musique concrète) that tips its hat off to experimental composers such as Pierre Schaeffer, Karlheinz Stockhausen, John Cage, and Yoko Ono of course. This eight minute aural potpourri by John Lennon is the most widely listened to avant-garde composition ever! John has characterized it as a painting in sound. It is a way of putting texture and color to ineffable undercurrents and random thought, then freely sharing these with millions. John just collected junk, scraps of forgotten recordings from around the studio, and creatively piecemealed them together. This pastiche should be listened to on a quality stereo and with headphones too!


“As time went by they`d get a little bit older, and a little bit slower.” One titillating line from Revolution 9. Revolution Number 9 has a lifetime of sonic data, layers of backwards tapes, opera arias, bits of Beethoven, melotron, fragments of forgotten Abbey Road sessions, football recitations (“hold that line”), and fake Shakespeare lines uttered by John. “Take this brother may it serve you well.” Just let your mind wander while you listen. Herein is a subconscious meditation of the sound atmosphere, a sonic boom. Just free up your mind, let go of Ionian or Mixolydian modes, and you will find a deeper meaning. It has no specific focus, taps into reservoirs of lost tradition, then squeezes out western toxins deeply seeded in your central nervous system. This deconstruction allows you to breathe in new musical paradigms. Hope is awakened!

The Beatles` White Album is in fact a ‘youth movement symphonic codex’ that acts as a catch-all fanfare, both bequeathing and in deference to the turbulence, harmony, and violence of those times, or otherwise pertinacious ‘change factor’ omnipresent, likewise inducing rapid modulations in the social psychology of the late 1960s. These types of cerebral acrobatics are most apropos in this case, although ironically its real effect is both illusive and transparent. I digress, yes and no, but the young people in 1968 took this so seriously, were so devout in their consecrations, that Beatles` music became a surrogate for religion and scripture. This may shock you, but that is just what happened. Therefore, since the young people were so fervent in their Beatle worship, its historical impact, both on events and on the psychology of those young people, was most consummate. This is not so easy to prove, so why don`t we (do it in the road) just intuit it!

The White Album is the greatest rock record ever made! Okay, I said it. I don`t believe that young people today can in any way fathom just how big a stars The Beatles truly were in 1968. I had full realization of that in 1968.When I was young I never understood the star power of Elvis. Society and culture became bifurcated. There was straight society and there was the counterculture. The Beatles protected the young people from the cruelties of authority. When this new album came out youngsters flocked to the record shops in search of clues of how to survive in an insane world filled with war, bigotry, and chaos. The music itself provided answers.

The White Album is a continuous program with brilliant sequencing, that bookends many different styles of songs. Its eclecticism is what makes it so good. Good Night is a lullaby, Bungalow Bill is anti-gun song, Julia an oedipal confession, Piggies is social satire, Blackbird is Bach`s Bouree, Helter Skelter is the first metal tune. There`s experimental, folk, art-songs, blues, rockers, and even a jazz flapper! The holes that fill the Albert Hall are filled in here.

‘Turn me on dead man, turn me on dead man’… Supposedly one could hear those words by spinning the platter backwards `gainst the stylus. Take a gander at Eric Van der Wyk`s web page for an exciting breakthrough! You can hear the entire song backwards using Cool Edit Pro. *Let me provide a few credits: Revolution in the Head by Ian MacDonald is a valuable resource. Also, check out the writings of Alan W. Pollack for over-the-top musicological analysis (way out there) and Wilfred Mellers` Twilight of the Gods (its out of print now and I couldn`t quite get my hands on it, but read bits of it from other articles). Lastly, thanks to French for the image.

PROLOGUE On December 8th, 1980 John Lennon was shot outside of The Dakota. Twenty-eight years ago today (Monday). The spirit of 1968 died that day. In December of 2005 I visited the Dakota and Strawberry Fields Park. Took some nice photos. And then another sad fact, George Harrison left us November 29th, 2001. The Beatles are half gone. “Now it`s time to say good night, Good night Sleep tight, Now the sun turns out his light…” The music lives eternally. “Is this really love, is this really real? Is this really love, is this really real?” The White Album is the Rubik`s Cube for the baby boomers.* Please listen to the record non-stop while you read my piece! It makes sense then.

JFK ASSASSINATION: THE CASE FOR CONSPIRACY IS STILL ALIVE!

JFK ASSASSINATION: THE CASE FOR CONSPIRACY IS STILL ALIVE! By John G. Kays

I still remember that hot Dallas day in August of 1965 when my family drove north on the Stemmons Freeway past the Texas School Book Depository Building. I was startled by its dark red, earthen tone. My family had only seen it on a black and white television in Houston, Texas during those dark days. “There it is, Dad,” I exclaimed with some trepidation in my voice. At that moment I felt equal measures of thrill and repulsion as I glared in awe at the ruddy colored building.

My enthusiasm for President Kennedy, his optimism, courage, and charisma all propelled me forward, and filled me with his hope, when I was very young. Yet the explanation for his death, by way of the Warren Report, left many unanswered questions. How could a lone assassin have committed such a sophisticated crime such as killing a president? What really happened in Dallas on November 22, 1963? Today marks the forty-fifth anniversary of the Kennedy Assassination, and yet many doubts still linger today.

Throughout these forty-five years the American people have been bombarded with images, books, newspapers, magazines, films, and countless theories about the assassination, that have left them jaded beyond belief. Over the past few years a new cover-up has taken place, modeled after the same old withered, ‘single-bullet theory’ that has been clouding the light of truth from us all of these years. This is a mystery to me as to why this is still happening after so many intelligent, virtuous researchers have definitively countered the assertions of Oswald as ‘The Lone Nut.’ Just a few examples of the new cover-up would be a 2003 Peter Jennings production or the way in which The History Channel has pulled from rotation the superb seven part series The Men Who Killed Kennedy by Nigel Turner.

These specials have to leave out more than they leave in in order to make this ‘lone assassin construction’ seem feasible. For me, it is still simple things that I`m troubled by. It is little things that don`t fit. One example of this is, you will remember, that the Dallas police officer, Marion Baker, saw Oswald in the TSBD lunch room only 90 seconds after the shots stopped. The odd thing is, Marian Baker said that Oswald was calm, and not out of breath. This would mean that Lee Harvey would have to flee from the snipers perch, run through the myriad of stacked boxes to the other side of the building, hide the rifle, race down four flights of stairs, and then calmly enter the second floor coffee room, all in just a minute and a half! An impossible feat!

A litany of brave researchers have saved us from the permanent peril of obscurity in this important case. Therefore, I must sing praises here for the likes of Penn Jones, Jr., Gary Mack, Robert Groden, Harold Weisberg, Mark Lane, Josiah Thompson, and most of all, Gary Shaw. Gary Shaw`s book Cover-up was my bible in the late 1970s. These brave individuals kept the spirit alive for dissent against the dark forces who didn`t want us to know who or why JFK was killed. Now days the internet protects us from these facts and clues from being lost to time. Moreover, information has been preserved by museums, libraries, and specialized archives. I have actually done a good job myself in preserving valuable records that shed light on this case. Last night I viewed a VHS tape, Fake, that has been buried in an archive box for more than ten years; I know of nowhere you can currently find this rare artifact.

And yet the truth about this case lies burrowed, aye, perched in a ‘snipers nest’ of data; the false facts must be carefully culled away from the uncut gems of truth that are hidden from view. The rubble of debris, the corpus of ephemera, that is the artist palette for conspiratoricians must contain the best evidence, the reasons for this deed, how they actually pulled it off, and the manner of its blasphemous cover-up. The reality of what happened forty-five years ago today in Dallas is just as clear as spring mountain water, if we could drink from its fount, but we can`t taste of its sweet water today. Storm clouds shroud our view and a newly forged cover-up persists.

*(This is a scan of drawing that I got when I went to see President Kennedy at Rice Stadium in Houston, Texas in 1962. I was nine years old at the time. Forgive me, but the scan is incomplete.)

This is a very interesting photo gallery of people and events associated with the JFK Assassination.

FORTY-FIVE YEARS LATER-THE JFK ENIGMA IS STILL ALIVE!

I have been feeling as if over the past few years a new cover-up has been put in place, certainly by the media. Today marks the forty-fifth anniversary of the Kennedy Assassination, and there seems to be a shortage of new specials about the topic, especially those that are critical of ‘The Lone Nut’ theory. Back in 1988, at the twenty-fifth anniversary, there was no shortage of good new books, video, and photographic analysis. Why this is, I can`t say exactly; maybe interest in the case has dwindled? More sinister however, is the idea that those in authority want to re-spin this case in a simple manner; that is, they want to reassert the Warren Commission`s ‘single bullet theory’ construct that has been shown time and time again to be completely fallacious.

I must praise the internet at this juncture! Also, I have preserved many of my documents, such as books, Xeroxes, and VHS tapes. Memory can play tricks on you, but after reviewing some of my materials, some of which it`s been as much as ten years since viewing, much of this period (1988-1992) rushes back to my feeble brain. Keeping good records is a virtue that can`t be underestimated. Otherwise, the truth of what transpired in history will be lost to man. I was absolutely thrilled to find an old interview with Gary Shaw, author of the rare and out-of-print book Cover-Up, and I will link it for you here, it is called Alternative Views. Please be sure to view this important interview in July of 1988.

Last night I viewed a rare video, I guess I taped it many years ago, that is a photographic analysis of the infamous backyard photos of Oswald. I`m not even sure of the title, but I call it ‘Fake’, since it nearly proves that these photos were altered in order for Oswald to take the fall. It is the work of Jack White, and uses much technical analysis to show just how this was pulled off. Oswald`s head has been grafted onto the body of another individual. I doubt you will be able to find this video anywhere, so I feel like I have possession of a very rare piece of video. Oswald himself said the incriminating photo was a fake when he was showed it by a Dallas detective at the police station. The chin is wrong and Oswald never had a watch, nor the type of shirt worn by the man holding the rifle, pistol, and Communist literature. You must experience the work of Jack White, in this regard, it is quite good and you will be convinced that the photos were faked!

With the internet`s presence, and the solid gatherings of information by dedicated researchers (I will humbly include myself) who seek the truth, no one, no entity, nor any iniquitous renegade coterie will ever be able to bury the vast body of dissenting artifacts that point to a conspiracy to eliminate the 35th president. In spite of recent efforts by non-dissenting writers and film-makers to spin these traumatic events in the most conventional ‘lone assassin’ framework, those you are weathered in these matters can still glean fragments of the truth. While J.Edgar Hoover and the FBI tried to cover-up the conspiracy at the time of the crime, enough hard evidence has remained to weave a vastly different story. Every American, if they want to truly know what happened, should review this evidence, and all the contradicting strains that make a clear picture of what happened impossible.

If they want to, they can assume that the Warren Report is right! Then let them try to plug all the facts of the case into the model and see what they come up with. It doesn`t fit, too many of the facts point to a widely different scenario!

TGIF-THE FINAL COVER-UP

Lee Oswald must have been filled with apprehension as he woke up on Friday, November 22, 1963. Needless to say, he would have a very, very busy day ahead. He left money and his wedding ring for Marina at the head of the bed. When Wesley Frazier picked him up to go to the Depository, he asked him if he had heard that the president was in town today. Frazier asked him what was in the brown paper sack that he was carrying. Oswald said, “curtain rods.” Later Frazier would testify that Oswald carried the paper sack in his hand and anchored under his armpit. Later, it was proved that the Carcano rifle was too big, even when broken down, to have been carried by Oswald in such a manner. It would be wise to further probe this issue to see if this pans out.

This is just out, but I may be able to get my hands on chapter 7 of The Men Who Killed Kennedy-The Last Chapter. This is the controversial installment that was shown on the History Channel in 2003, and was later pulled from viewing. It points a finger at LBJ and this must have pinched a nerve here in Texas. I found a segment of the video on this site, so be sure to watch it. I believe many were surprised the way it was brushed under the rug. This, of course, just makes you all the more curious to see it.

Like I said before, it`s the little things that don`t fit into the lone assassin model that peak my curiosity. If the rifle was disassembled, it would still be three feet long. This would make it impossible for Oswald to carry the package under his arm, when walking up to the back entrance of the ruddy-colored Depository Building. Wesley Frazier was absolutely certain that Oswald had carried it in this way. The Dallas police officer, Marion Baker, saw Oswald in the second floor lunch room. The officer saw him in the lunch room only 90 seconds after the shooting. The odd thing is, Marian Baker said he was calm, and not out of breath. This would mean that Oswald would have to flee from the snipers perch, run to the other side of the building, hot the rifle, flee down four flights of stairs, and then enter the little coffee room, all in just a minute and a half!

And then there are many, many other little bits of conflicting data. Oswald was seen fleeing down the grassy knoll by Roger Craig, a trained detective, and then getting into a car. Later, Roger Craig saw Oswald being interrogated at the police station. This would mean that Oswald didn`t take the bus to Oak Cliff. Roger Craig was later shot at, and finally murdered under highly suspect circumstances. There are video clips around of his testimony, but you will have to do some detective work to find them. Someone didn`t want Roger Craig to tell his story.

You will also need to study the Tippett shooting in Oak Cliff, at Tenth and Patton. One witness, Acquella Clements, saw two men with Tippett when he was shot. And if Oswald entered the Texas Theater at 1:07 PM, as he was reported to have, then how could he have shot the cop at the same time? What about the ID of Oswald that went out? Who could have given it? Was it planted? Why did another police officer run from his motorcycle up by the picket fence and confront a man who claimed to be a secret Service agent? Today is Friday, just as that day, and all of you have many unanswered questions to mull over, as you watch another bland cover-up special on TV.

CITY OF HATE

I still remember that hot Dallas day in August of 1965 when my family drove on the Stemmons Freeway past the Texas School Book Depository Building. I was startled by how dark red it was. We had only seen it on a black and white television while living in Houston. “There it is, Dad,” I exclaimed. I felt equal measures of thrill and repulsion as I stared at it in awe. But now, since we were moving to Dallas, I could visit it frequently and examine the crime scene for myself. I did just that many times in the some nineteen years that I called Dallas my home.

The atmosphere of my new neighborhood in North Dallas was icy and at that time many young Americans were now heading to Vietnam purportedly to free a people strapped by the incursions of communism. A brittle, intolerant attitude persisted in Dallas, as she tried to shake the stain of recent events. People from around the country and the world were condemning Dallas as ‘The City of Hate’, a shadow that Dallas is still trying dodge. A humble reporter from the Midlothian Mirror, Penn Jones, Jr., began to knock on the doors of living witnesses and published his findings. Startling revelations were suddenly revealed. Gradually, dissent against the war began to solidify, as people realized our mission in Vietnam was questionable. In the same breath, a small coterie of brave individuals began to vocalize their doubts about the conclusions of the Warren Commission.

I am very incensed by the recent zeitgeist that has emerged regarding conclusions of the JFK assassination. This in a nutshell is that Lee Harvey Oswald did it alone in order to secure a place in history for himself. In order to make this model fit, these new Pro-Warren Report Constructionists have to omit, yes white-out, many, many bits of information. These facts have to be completely cut-out to make it fit! People, please review part II of The Men Who Killed Kennedy. Lee Bowers, a railyard worker, saw much activity behind the picket-fence before, during, and after the shooting. Couple this with the testimony of Ed Hoffman and Gordon Arnold, along with the pristine Mary Moorman photo, and thus you can piecemeal a convincing mosaic of intrigue and high-level conspiracy.

The new and last (lost) episode of The Men Who Killed Kennedy implicates LBJ. This was shown once on The History Channel quite a few years ago, and I fortunately got to see it. It was then pulled and buried and never heard from again. In the special, it was told of a meeting at the house of big oil man, Clint Murchison, where both LBJ and Richard Nixon were present. I will try to get my hands on this installment, and also research why it is that it was suddenly suppressed.

For me, fragments of evidence are consummate refutations for the single assassin theory. Ruby`s rub with organized crime is obviously one. And how did he get into the Dallas police basement just moments before he shot Oswald? He didn`t get in from the Main Street ramp, as the Warren Commission alleges! Oswald was obviously connected to U.S. intelligence. Just study on this. How could the pristine bullet have been so unscathed? Why did Seth Kantor see Jack Ruby at Parkland Hospital? Why was Ruby stalking Oswald on Friday and Saturday? Why hasn`t the Nix film been studied enough? Why is a new cover-up in place in the waning days of the troubled Bush Era?

EUREKA! THE EVIDENCE IS STILL HERE

Eureka! I found many of my old JFK files and VHS tapes, that I spent countless hours recording, in order to preserve this record of malignancy. Fortunately, no agent has come by to confiscate my records. The History Channel refuses to play The Men Who Killed Kennedy anymore, and why? They only show pro-single bullet theory specials now a days. T this point, I`m beginning to believe that there was a kind of Renaissance that occurred in November of 1988. Many theories were coming together and the sifting of evidence had reached a saturation point. I`m glad that I kept good records, because now I can see clearly what a good place we were in terms of solving the case.

After that time things got off the rails. The Oliver Stone movie did much to under mind the gains made by substantial researchers. Now everyone wanted to get in on the act. That is why I like to think back on earlier times when the sincerity and dedication was still present. I recall talking to some friends in Dallas, way back in the 60s, who were in Dealey Plaza on that fateful day. They were certain that a shot had come from the grassy knoll. They weren`t but a couple of feet from the presidential motorcade. They had told the investigators that too, at the time. I didn`t need to read any book to believe their story.

I would spend hours on end reading and speculating `bout `63 at both the Walnut Hill and the Oak Lawn branches of the Dallas Public Library. This was in the early 1980s. I read Harold Weisberg`s book Whitewash and Gary Shaw`s masterpiece Cover-Up. Later in the 1980s, I would go down to Austin and visit the Barker Texas History Center, which is now called The Center For American History, at UT of course. My friend John Slate was an employee there, and helped me find titles that I longed to see. Many of these came from The Kubicek Collection On The Assassination of John F. Kennedy. I Xeroxed the bibliography for that collection and am presently reviewing it. I do remember getting to read the Playboy interview from 1967 with Jim Garrison, what a thrill!

For me, history is a series of pool balls that randomly collide. When the Kennedys wanted to dismantle the CIA a handful of rogue agents decided to kill Kennedy. They gathered others in power, like big oil, in on the plot, and designed a plan that would work. When they killed him, they buttoned up Lee by way of Ruby. Then the military was free to escalate the War in Vietnam. Then the CIA was free to perpetuate coups in Latin countries. But by unwinding this conspiracy we can reverse history. One event randomly leads to another, but can be reversed.

Much of this reversal will come about because of advances in technology. As an example, verification of another 22 gun at RFK`s shooting has just been confirmed. Suspicion towards Thane Eugene Cesar is greater now. Badgeman in the pristine Mary Moreman photograph has been confirmed scientifically. He is the real the killer on the grassy knoll who easily escaped after the shooting. But Lee Bowers saw the commotion and activity on the knoll, so we know about Badgeman. And furthermore many other photos and motion picture cameras were rolling on that date, so that it is impossible to not approach the truth! The latest cover-ups will not work. At the time (1988) I thought that we had failed in our endeavors. I now believe that we succeeded! Simply put, more refinement must be applied to make the models fit. Penn Jones uncovered many important clues very early on, like Earlene Roberts hearing the tat, tat, tat of a police officer`s car horn at 1026 N. Beckley, when Oswald returned to his boarding house on that fateful afternoon. Who was the police officer who was signaling Oswald? Was it JD Tippet picking up his confederate in crime?