So this morning, with complete distaste, I looked into the assertion by Dallas Goldbug that JFK had become Jimmy Carter and then another by commenter Ray that Robert Kennedy had become Billy Carter, Jimmy’s brother. I had the same feeling that I had when I looked into Martin Luther King, Jr. becoming fight promoter Don King.
Martin Luther King is the patron saint of blacks, a demigod, a speaker of power who delivered some of the finest literature from the podium and pulpit that this country has ever heard. Here are the closing lines from his final speech in Memphis, the night before his fake assassination:
And then I got to Memphis. And some began to say the threats, or talk about the threats that were out. What would happen to me from some of our sick white brothers?
Well, I don’t know what will happen now. We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn’t matter with me now. Because I’ve been to the mountaintop. And I don’t mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land. And I’m happy, tonight. I’m not worried about anything. I’m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.


My assertion is that Stu Sutcliffe was an Intelligence asset who faked his death in 1961, and was reassigned the role of artist Andy Warhol. To understand this is useful to understand the context of both the Beatles, with whom Sutcliffe was supposedly the first bass player, and the art scene of that era, which was infiltrated by Intelligence to remove meaningful content from it.