New Book On Harvey And Lee

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ONE OF THE GREAT MYSTERIES - THE ENIGMA OF LEE HARVEY OSWALD - HAS BEEN SOLVED!

TWO ‘LEE HARVEY OSWALDS’ WERE AT THE TEXAS SCHOOL BOOK DEPOSITORY ON NOVEMBER 22, 1963 – ONE WAS AN ASSASSIN ON THE SIXTH FLOOR, THE OTHER WAS A PATSY DOWNSTAIRS ON THE FRONT STEPS!

INCLUDES PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHED - EXPLOSIVE - MATERIAL!

The photographs on the cover show the right side of Lee Oswald's face (from a 1959 passport photo of 'Lee Harvey Oswald') and the left side of the face of 'Harvey Oswald' (from his Dallas booking photo in 1963), revealing that these were two different men!

The John F. Kennedy assassination is a cold case murder, which the Dallas District Attorney’s office has failed to investigate for the past fifty-three years, although much evidence has been uncovered by citizen investigators, although Dallas has sole jurisdiction over the murder, and although there is no statute of limitation on murder.

The key to JFK’s assassination is not the guilt of Lee Oswald, a CIA contract agent – he was guilty of conspiracy, treason and murder – but the innocence of ‘Harvey Oswald,’ an employee of the Texas School Book Depository and an agent of the Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI), the CIA and the FBI, who was murdered by Jack Ruby. Harvey’s innocence demonstrates that there indeed was a conspiracy to murder John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

There are 110 photographs/maps/floor plans, showing where everything took place on November 22 in Dallas, including a blowup of Harvey in the TSBD doorway, as well as a blowup of the face of the man in the “backyard photo,” clearly showing the picture was a forgery. There also are several photographs of two “Marguerite Oswalds” and two “Lee Harvey Oswalds,” revealing the doubles.

Exposed also are the lies of Dallas police, the CIA (demonstrating that “Lee Harvey Oswald” never went to the Cuban Consulate and the Soviet Embassy in Mexico City), the FBI (showing ‘Harvey’ and family never lived on Neely Street in Dallas), the Warren Commission, which altered much testimony to comply with its “lone nut” assertion, as well as the lies of several witnesses. More than 300 sources, including many testimonies & affidavits, were consulted, as well as John Armstrong’s massive research project HARVEY AND LEE.

One fact led to another, until a coherent picture began to emerge from the immense pile of puzzle pieces. That picture includes the background of Harvey as a juvenile immigrant fluent in Russian, and the creation of the second ‘Lee Harvey Oswald’ and the second ‘Marguerite Oswald.’ The picture continues with the recruitment of both Lee Oswald and Harvey Oswald by the ONI and the CIA, followed by Harvey’s assumption of Lee’s identity, his ‘defection’ to Russia, and Lee’s involvement with the Cuban revolution and the CIA.

The legend expands into New Orleans, where Harvey is “sheep-dipped” to seem like a fervent pro-Castro sympathizer and where he begins to be sucked into the Kennedy assassination plot by his renegade CIA handler. Finally, unable to control his destiny, he winds up on the steps of the Dallas School Book Depository, while Lee Oswald is inside on the sixth floor shooting at the president.

Harvey’s whereabouts on November 22, 1963 are tracked minute by minute, showing that he could not have been where the Warren Commission claimed he was. In the end, of course, Harvey was murdered by the same cabal that killed JFK and was falsely accused by the Warren Commission, the FBI, and the CIA of being a killer and traitor, when it was his accusers who were the killers and traitors. Some previously undisclosed conspirators in the Texas School Book Depository also are revealed.

Once you’ve read this account, you will never again believe that ‘Harvey Oswald’ shot President Kennedy.

Funny how it takes every point of weakness in the official story, every bit of conspiracy evidence that has appeared, and every bit of rational analysis that holds any water and proceeds to grab it and shake it like some crazy dunk tank clown bent on convincing everyone of a conspiracy based upon utterly ridiculous theories. So much work and effort to maintain the 'nutty conspiracist' brand as one the public should reject. 

I pity the poor soul who has to sort through the morass of information and disinformation that is out there just to get a handle on what's crazy and what's not. Most just drop it thinking they don't have the time, I'm sure. It does take a lot of effort, as we all know.

And that's the way it is.

Well, this book will present a dilemma for Brian. He's a huge fan of H&L but has gone on the record stating that the figure in the doorway is Sarah Stanton....with her shirt hanging out.
We may see another outbreak of "skill" from him.

I'd like to see Gumshoe Gilbride's face too.

Let him and Brian sort through this shit.  They'll need a couple of ounces of Sanibel Gold before they start on chapter one.

Gilbride gets high on Jesus, Lee. And paint.
In a startling revelation he revealed he was the only man ever to read some old codgers new take on H&L. Could this be that very tome?

Is there any reason to believe he is talking about PM and not Altgens 6?

Yes. Read the blurb

steely dan wrote:Yes. Read the blurb

Do I have to?

greg parker wrote:

steely dan wrote:Yes. Read the blurb

Do I have to?

That's cruel making me do that...

We had to so it's only fair

It's not fair at all. It's Father's Day down under. I've just endured breakfast cooked by the kids.

The only clue I can see is "on the front steps" which could be PM or Lovelady in Altgen 6 couldn't it? What am I missing?

Once again we see Parker cherry picking the evidence. This is why he is an uncredible troll punk guru.

steely dan wrote:Once again we see Parker cherry picking the evidence. This is why he is an uncredible troll punk guru.

Well, fudge you Mr Steely Dan. I don't have to hang around here to be insulted.

I can go anywhere for that.

Your welcome Mr Parker.
Happy fathers day

I could be wrong (and actually do hope that I am) but I feel that it just has to be Altgens simply to serve that close but not correct strategy of creating an alternative universe of deceptive bullshit numbing the brains of the casually curious and of laying down a gauntlet before any professional reporter/investigator who wishes to become fully informed before writing an honest piece. 

Aside from the editorial pressure not to touch forbidden fruit, there is the time factor. It just won't pay off to sort through then go up against the tremendous ballast of bullshit that has been manufactured around it all. It's halfway clever that ostensibly supporting conspiracy serves to mire the intrepid. PM is not Lovelady, but whomever explores PM will inevitably be presented with the Lovelady is Oswald in Altgens 6 bullshit. H&L is the same thing of course.

To be clear, there was a conspiracy, the evidence is mounting thanks to ROKC and the like minded, and therein lies the rub. It's telling that opponents have found it necessary to move off WC and coopt the conspiracy in order to discredit the whole idea as the work of fruitcakes.

steely dan wrote:Your welcome Mr Parker.
Happy fathers day

to all in Oz.

Absolutely Happy Fathers Day Greg. And all Ozzies.

Jake, if I had the amount of paranoia that others do in this case, I would swear this was specifically aimed at discrediting ROKC.

Look at the areas being addressed:

1. The John F. Kennedy assassination is a cold case murder, and should be treated as such.  

2.Oswald on the steps.

3. BYP faked.

4.Dallas police lied through their teeth


5. He never went to the Cuban or Soviet Embassies.


6. He never lived on Neely St

7. Several witnesses lied.

Those are all ROKC positions not discussed at any length - or in some cases not at all - on other forums.

But what we have here are all of those positions being tied to the nutty Two Oswald/Two Marguerite bullshit which pollutes and poisons the water for anyone contemplating diving in.

Jake Sykes wrote:Absolutely Happy Fathers Day Greg. And all Ozzies.

Traditional burnt offering on the BBQ plate still to come...

greg parker wrote:

Jake Sykes wrote:Absolutely Happy Fathers Day Greg. And all Ozzies.

Traditional burnt offering on the BBQ plate still to come...

Since I consider myself an honorary Australian—and what card-carrying ROKCer cannot be considered an honorary Australian, hmm?—I have informed my family that today is Father's Day 2 for their special dad, the Stanster. Since, by declaration, I am both American AND Australian, I get special treatment twice each year now! Which means y'all just look the other way when I drink bourbon and smoke cigars while singing stupid songs and intermittently shouting "Parker rules!" and "Steely is killing me!"

Stan Dane wrote:

greg parker wrote:

Jake Sykes wrote:Absolutely Happy Fathers Day Greg. And all Ozzies.

Traditional burnt offering on the BBQ plate still to come...

Since I consider myself an honorary Australian—and what card-carrying ROKCer cannot be considered an honorary Australian, hmm?—I have informed my family that today is Father's Day 2 for their special dad, the Stanster. Since, by declaration, I am both American AND Australian, I get special treatment twice each year now! Which means y'all just look the other way when I drink bourbon and smoke cigars while singing stupid songs and intermittently shouting "Parker rules!" and "Steely is killing me!"

Onya Cobber. Absolutely!

Here is a brief excerpt from this book.



[size=40]Harvey & Hungary

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Rewind a few years. I was chosen to become an intelligence operative very early on, since my life and Lee’s began to converge in ‘52. How could this happen, and who made it happen?
I was silenced before I could tell what I knew, but there are clues. First,Russian is a very difficult language to master. How could I have learned to speak fluent Russian in the Marines? No one learns to speak fluent Russian from a book, nor to easily read Cyrillic script (БҐДЂЃЖ). Yet my wife Marina commented that when she met me she thought I was a native Russian, speaking with just a slight Baltic accent, and Peter Paul Gregory, a Dallas Russian émigré, three years later thought it was a Polish accent.


Speaking of accents, I had a New York accent. ‘Cousin’ Marilyn – eleven years older than Lee – testified that when ‘Lee’ was a schoolboy, other students in New Orleans “didn't like him because of his [Northern] accent, and because he sat next to Negroes [on a streetcar].” She wasn’t speaking about Lee, of course, but me. She also said, of my 1963 time in New Orleans, “It seems that he was from the North…. His accent was very good. I mean he pronounced every syllable, and the word endings were always pronounced – and he was just very quiet.” That was me. A classmate in the spring of 1954, Ed Collier, recalled, “We called him Yank because he had a Yankee accent.”1


Jean de Mohrenschildt – a later family friend – said she had been amazed by my English speech – that I spoke very precisely and deliberately, rarely using slang. She wondered where a boy who had been brought up in the South had learned to speak like that.2


Listen to recordings of my voice and see if you can detect a Southern drawl. My Marine friend Kerry Thornley, from New Orleans, noticed I spoke with no southern dialect – if anything, that I had a New York accent. After my death, my recorded speech was analyzed by three university language specialists, who weren’t told whose voice they were listening to. All agreed that English was not the native birth language of the man speaking – that his English seemed to have been acquired later in life.3


Then, after Dallas Police Officer J. D. Tippit’s murder, an anonymous woman with a foreign accent phoned one of Tippit’s distant relatives in Westport, Connecticut and said that she personally knew my real father and uncle, who were Hungarian immigrants and active communists, unemployed, living in Manhattan, at East 77th Street and 2nd Avenue [Yorkville] .4 Yorkville was a haven for refugees from communist regimes in the 1950s.


The woman said she feared for her life if anyone found out she’d made the call. She even mentioned a Hungarian name – Emil Kardos (the FBI report spelled it “Emile”). The 1940 Census listed an Emil Kardos at 320 E. 80th Street (near 2nd Avenue) , Manhattan –birthplace Hungary, non-citizen, 66, unemployed, widower, who had a 34-year-old son with the same name, also born in Hungary, living with him – three blocks from where my father was said to live in 1963.5 Younger Emil would have been 57 years old in 1963, and could have been a ‘communist’ agent provocateur for the FBI in the late 1940s and 1950s.


A second name she mentioned was Louis Weinstock, who was then the Hungarian-born leader of the Communist Party USA, 60 years old in 1963, and who in 1950 was tried in New York City for communist related activities but was acquitted. In December of 1962, I wrote to Weinstock, who was then business manager of The Worker.


In Hungary, Russian is an oft-spoken second language. Professor Vladimir Petrov, head of the Slavic Language Department of Yale University, studied a handwritten letter I’d sent from Russia to U.S Senator John Tower of Texas in 1962. Petrov wrote to Sen. Tower, “The person who wrote the letter was a native-speaking Russian with an imperfect knowledge of the English language.”6


In that letter I wrote, “My name is Lee Harvey Oswald, 22, of Fort Worth up till October 1959, when I came to the Soviet Union for a residenual [sic] stay. I took a residenual [sic] document for a non-Soviet person living for a time in the USSR…. I beseech you, Senator Tower, to rise [sic] the question of holding by the Soviet Union of a citizen of the U.S., against his will and expressed desires!!”7 Don’t need a language professor to see that’s not something a good old boy raised in New Orleans and Fort Worth would write.


And on my handwritten visa application to leave Russia, for my place of birth I put down “New Orleans, Texas.”8 By the way, my spelling was always poor. People have written that I may have been dyslexic.


Two more odd facts: first, in 1951 my ‘brother’ John Pic married Margaret Fuhrman, whose parents had been born in Hungary and whose widowed mother lived at 325 East 92nd Street (near 2nd Avenue)9 Yorkville (part of which area –East 79th Street to East 83rd Street, and 3rd Avenue to the East River, Manhattan – was known as “Little Hungary”). So, how did John (then in the Coast Guard PSU intelligence unit) happen to meet his wife Margy—and did John and Margy have anything to do with the CIA finding me when I was ten or eleven?


Had John been assigned to work with the PSU at Ellis Island to look for a Russian-speaking boy who resembled his younger brother Lee? Wasn’t it a wonderful coincidence that I surfaced in New York City at the same time as John was stationed on Ellis Island and living in Manhattan?


Second, I was issued a passport on September 10, 1959, which was stamped with: “This passport is not valid for travel in Hungary,” and no one could ever say why.

What an absolute load of caca.

I read the first few paras then skipped to the last. Life is only so long.

Let me address that last bit of nonsense:

Second, I was issued a passport on September 10, 1959, which was stamped with: “This passport is not valid for travel in Hungary,” and no one could ever say why.

No one could ever say why? FFS.  At that time, ALL Passports were thus stamped because of a pre 1955 travel ban being reimposed due to the Hungarian Uprising and subsequent crushing by the Soviets.

greg parker wrote:What an absolute load of caca.

I read the first few paras then skipped to the last. Life is only so long.

Let me address that last bit of nonsense:

Second, I was issued a passport on September 10, 1959, which was stamped with: “This passport is not valid for travel in Hungary,” and no one could ever say why.

No one could ever say why? FFS.  At that time, ALL Passports were thus stamped because of a pre 1955 travel ban being reimposed due to the Hungarian Uprising and subsequent crushing by the Soviets.

Which shows one and all the actual depth to which this researcher has gone.

I think he merely copied pell-mell from Armstrong.