We are traveling with our grandson, a delightful boy who is slowly teaching us how to use our iPhones. For instance, we are never to go to maps to find a location. We are to hold down the “Siri button. Further, we are never to say “Hey Siri.” We merely hold the button and issue a command. It sure makes my driving less dangerous to others.
The above video is from another era, a 1962 top-10 hit by Jimmy Dean, yes, the guy who founded the sausage label. That is the only connection now between grandson and him. It is a ballad about John F. Kennedy and his heroic efforts to save his crew after a disastrous encounter with a Japanese warship tore his boat, PT109, in half.
The song was recorded and played nationwide while JFK was still in office. He was being lionized, a young and glamorous man with a beautiful family. He apparently had no shame. (There is a 1963 movie of the same name starring Cliff Robertson as JFK. I will watch it on return from our trip. I can’t wait.)
It was part of a ritual, the Slaying of the King, that would play out in 1963. Prior to killing the king, the man genuinely had to be, in the eyes of the public, royalty. His supposed affair with Marylin Monroe (Happy Birthday Mr. President) was part of the grooming, a subtle message to men, hitting their fantasies square on, that the guy scored with the most beautiful woman on the planet. That was no accident. How else did it ever air for the public to see, Jackie sitting there all discomfit?
Actors, all of them, JFK, Jackie, MM. Otherwise we would not be traumatized by his death as graphically shown later on, so merciless and bloody and violent, his wife at his side.
As I think about other rituals carried out before our eyes, fake as hell, I think about Columbine, Jonestown, the Challenger disaster, and the Manson murders. All were done for sake of trauma. Life will always disappoint. The good, you see, die young.
James Douglass wrote a book that I read shortly before coming alive and alert concerning matters like the Killing of Kings. It was called JFK and the Unspeakable, Why He Died and Why It Matters. I no longer have the book, possibly having trashed it. He treatment of PT109 is just like the ballad above, unspeakably maudlin. Douglass is no doubt a spook. My cousin and her wife/husband are mentioned in the forward as having assisted Douglass. I contacted them and visited them.
They are true believers. They stopped communicating the me over the matter of the fake death, which I did not know of at the time of the visit. I suppose it also did not help that I accused feminists, in which category they are extreme, as being misandrous. I can be so charming!
Lestrade, who has done such a yeoman’s task in disassembling the Pacific Theater of World War II, adds as a bonus at the Mathis site a dismantling of the PT109 affair at the end of his piece called The Pacific Theater, Part 8: Australia. The whole work is highly recommended, but if you’re short on time, skip to the end. The PT109 matter is so patently and absurdly transparent that it withstands no scrutiny whatsoever. None.
My question is this: JFK was obviously groomed for the part of King. Could they have known during the war what his future held? I would say no. At any given time there must be a number of options available, people being groomed for prominence, given fake backstories. JFK, as it turns out, was deemed the best fit, and accepted his fate. So all the Kennedy’s know the truth, including RFK Jr., which is why none should be trusted.
Any candidate who is a “war hero” is fake. The one who caught my eye was John McCain, who never spent even one day in a POW camp in North Vietnam. He did suffer injuries, but that was stateside and due to his being a lousy jet pilot. They decided, given his personal handsome features and apparent charm, to PT109 him.
But it did not work out. Either he was too gruff and stupid even to carry on a fitting fake campaign, or better options arose, like Bill Clinton and George W.Bush. Alas poor John was relegated to lose to the first black president, and was then shelved.
There’s no recourse for sane and smart people in politics and elections. News is under house management. The only thing we have, the only sane choice we can make, is to be awake and exist as sentient beings in an insane world.
God bless my readers and commenters. We are an island.