Dallas 10 Gallon Hats and JFK on November 22 1963

 11/22/2020 07:59:40 AM Sunday


Dallas 10 Gallon Hats and JFK on November 22 1963


Kids, most folks who were born in the 40s and earlyish 50s remember where they were on November 22, 1963, that high noon in Dallas when JFK's brains and the Nation's brains were blown out by the SECOND modern conspiracy following the FIRST modern conspiracy at Roswell and the UFO roots of our technological outburst.

The Dallas 10 Gallon Hats knew shit from Shinola.

So much FAKE NEWS was invented that day, it has filled about a quadrillion pages of printed material and a zillion bytes of data points on the Internet of Things.

It was the FIRST blow to our American democracy to be in plain sight. A troop of ACTORS appeared from nowhere, coming from stage left and stage right like banshees or coronavirus-packing bats on steroids.

There was the "Patsy" who got his face smashed in at the Dallas Police Headquarters. Next day, the "Patsy" got a 38 slug in his guts and he stopped crying uncle.

There was the smoke puff on the Grassy Knoll that half a million people ran toward to try and catch the culprits.

There were the "Three Hobos" in fedoras and shaggy suits who were "questioned" and released as if they were finger trouts innocent as lambs who just happened to be connected to Texas Oil Dynasties.

There was Dan Rather who became the new voice of the news, emotional but full of minute to minute blow by blow confusion as to what happened with the "Magic" bullet on JFK's stretcher - yes, the "Magic" bullshit bullet penetrated twenty pounds of human flesh on TWO bodies and "ricocheted" from JFK to Texas Governor Connally's bod, exiting pristine as a bullet from a shelf on a gun store shelf.

Oh, there were two RIFLES that we the Public were shown as the murder weapons - a Dallas agent holds one up into the air and his glossy picture is published on the front pages of every newspaper of the world, and then a different RIFLE is photographed that does not look at all like the first RIFLE for the Warren Report - the paper door stop as it's known in the conspiracy game.

There were hot and spicy beefy links and stale bagel crumbs to follow after the Mafia, cigar-shaped Cubans, oil barons, KGB pamphlets, Mossad beards, CIA psych-ops, Deep State Consortiums, and dozens of more acute and obtuse angles that any educated fool on the hill could stumble upon.

There was the district attorney from New Orleans who probably wrote the classic text on the JFK murder. His book had more substance than the Commission's bogus text with its blatant lies and distortions. Follow the money. They did not follow the "Loot" that greased the operation.

A few years later, several cinematic moving-picture summaries came out. The best one ends with a list of 54 pictures and captions of ACTUAL WITNESSES to the murder of JFK who died mysteriously in accidents. The most common accident was recorded as "Died from a karate chop to the back of the head" rendering the WITNESS dead as a door knob.

There was the dapper man with the UMBRELLA who controlled the 3 snipers' shots by opening his UMBRELLA as the "CARGO" entered the firing zone on a VERY sunbaked DALLAS day.

There was the Woman in the Red Dress who NEVER MOVED a leg muscle as the shots rang out their death knell. (She later appears AGAIN in the mysterious setting of JFK's brother's murder in LA in 1968 looking as cute as a Paris model as she did in Dallas). (Another "Patsy" still sits in prison for that EPISODE of Conspiracies that Linger and Linger and Linger).

The murder of JFK was the beginning of the end to making sense of politics for us baby boomers.

I was sitting in my algebra class in high school in Whittier, Califa, when the school secretary's voice came through the loudspeaker, a wet voice, a whispering voice: "President John Kennedy has died in Dallas..."

Nobody spoke. We kind of looked around at each other trying to make sense of what she had said. We were 16 year old dummies who woke up all of a sudden. At that time, I didn't use the word fuck practically at all. Today, the kids would say, what the fuck!!!??? Who fucked up the president!!!???

Anyway, kids, that trauma makes us baby boomers question a lot of what goes on today. Be very careful of the right wing. Be very careful of the fascists who use violence and subterfuge to determine the course of human history. The money baggers ain't ever given a shit about the citizens of our Nation. Look what this pandemic has wrought. It's fraught at every turn.

Fraught. That's the new, popular word in the mass media. The statistics of the deaths due to COVID-19 are fraught. Mentioning that BIDEN got over 6 million more votes than DJT is fraught. Blasting out that BIDEN got 74 more electoral votes than DJT is fraught with PANIC for his minions.

20,821 days have flown by since that murder. 57 years from when my hair was brown and I could run a 440 in 57 seconds,. Now, when my hair is gray and falling out, I thank God that I can still hike the laurel and oak perfumed hills in Marin with my wife and kids for hours and enjoy this incredibly infinite Creation.

Enough. It's up to you now. You who are 10 to 53.1 years old to take these four horses by the reins and get our chuck wagon over the Rocky Range. Everybody remember to keep their 10 gallon hats on their heads. Because of CLIMATE CHANGE, the sun can fry your brains in a short hour, and that would be REALLY BAD for us baby boomers to bear - our young folks with fried brains unable to take on the gangsters and mobsters who are after our grub.


Jeremiah 46:4

Harness the horses; and get up, ye horsemen,
and stand forth with your helmets;
furbish the spears, and put on the brigandines.


PS

Brigandine:

A brigandine is a form of body armour from the Middle Ages. It is a garment typically made of heavy cloth, canvas or leather, lined internally with small oblong steel plates riveted to the fabric, sometimes with a second layer of fabric on the inside. Wikipedia