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.

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I don’t often use this (small) forum to attack, and would not if I knew a person. With Lynn E, she comes off as pedagogical, but like some teachers we’ve all experienced, it’s about stuff we already know. They sit back in their leather chair smoking a pipe, and say “Well, you know, there is some controversy about the moon landings, but I don’t engage in conspiracy theory.” Lynn would know they were fake, but might present it to us as a new discovery.

That’s fine, I just don’t pay attention, but at Fakeologist.com, she is featured at least once a week. Ab likes her, and I would too if I needed space filler. She’s always available. Recently, she presented the Martin Luther King assassination, and in fairness I have not listened to it, but do know that she is telling us it was fake. Zounds!

Mr. Mathis wrote about this episode a long time ago, and in an “oh by the way” style, not detailing it as he did JFK or John Lennon. His piece was a bit of a drive-by, but he made his point. As MLK lay bleeding to death, people down below were going on about their business as if nothing had happened, no gunshots, nothing. I wrote about it myself (I cannot locate the piece – this is much more recent), using face chops, which Mr. Mathis abhors. But it convinced me … MLK became Don King, fight promoter with wild hair. What better disguise!

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Note to readers: I was focused as I wrote this on my own Pauline conversion, having read Miles Mathis’s Camelot piece on the assassination of John F. Kennedy. In so doing, I ignored another man of equal or more importance who allowed me to publish his piece, JFKTV, here. I offer apologies for the slight to Tyrone Mccloskey, author and long time friend of the blog.

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Everything interesting will happen beneath the fold. I will not put those gruesome photos right in front of faces of people who don’ t know they are fake, some of the best fakes I have ever seen.

But first, a few stories about me. I’ve learned over the course of my life that there are things about me that are not like other people, but also that most things about me are just like other people. For instance, I always knew that I was a very bright kid. In those days we would take tests, be they ACT or just pure IQ tests where we reassemble cardboard boxes. I always scored very high, in the 99th percentile.

How did I know this? Teachers told me. That was a huge mistake on their part, as I began to think, even in grade school, that things would be easy for me. I did not apply myself to things, did not work hard enough, and as a consequence did not grade out well in school, much to the frustration of teachers who looked at my files and knew my scores. I knew some classmates back then who were smart, maybe also in the 90s on those tests, and who also applied themselves, and became engineers, Microsoft employees, well, that’s only two of the 130 or so in my high school class. The rest became ordinary people, workers, teachers, craftsmen and women, and one, my girlfriend at one time, a Vegas showgirl. I loved her, but never saw her as such a stunning beauty as she later became. Continue reading “JFK autopsy photos – the final mile” →

I’ve been following the posts of the Manhattan Contrarian (here, here, and here) with a feeling of need for  forbearance. MC might knowingly be advancing the hoax, but I am keeping the faith that he is the real deal. He could be playing to the galleries, as people love a good mystery, and the JFK assassination is one of the best of all time. It’s got all the elements of skullduggery and hidden villains, and so much misdirection strewn about that an average person of curiosity can’t help but apply intelligence to the matter, coming to rest on one or another of the bogus “theories” involved.

I’ve dropped a few comments there, among the hundreds now, and offer the following as an introduction to misdirection, how it is done:

It will always stand as outright contradiction that the powerful Kennedy family could not stop 1980 publication of the Davis S. Lifton book Best Evidence, which contained in it gruesome morgue photographs of JFK’s corpse. Could they have stopped at least the photos? Of course they could have. Why did they not?

The photos were fake, masterful darkroom creations with JFK’s face superimposed on someone else’s head, some of the most important and sophisticated photo fakery ever done since invention of the camera. Why would the Kennedy’s allow them to be published? Because it drove home the idea of a brutal assassination that did not happen for real.

How do I know this? You can’t possibly just trust me. I have preserved my work, but I ask something better of you: Reproduce the work, prove me wrong. That’s how science is done.

I’d like to go back to the beginning here. I read the Lifton book more than a decade after it was published, and thought it the best exposition to that time of the mysteries, not solutions, surrounding the assassination. Keep in mind that I believed that JFK was gunned down, and was in a state a perpetual grief, as he was so dynamic, so energizing to the American population. Just the idea that kids my age were walking fifty miles (I never did) was testimony to the good he was doing.

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Note: Below the fold here are gruesome morgue photos from the Lifton book. Proceed with that knowledge, or stay away. _____________________________________________________________

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