A personal statement of opinion on the 57th Anniversary

It seems nearly every year I find a reason to hope for a breakthrough.

Every year, that cake melts in the rain. This year has been no different, save that it happened to a backdrop of a pandemic.

Still, there are always the baubles left to savor, even if only at some later, underdermined date and akin to a runner-up or participation prize. Not that there will be no value in such minor prizes... just not what it could have been...

Meanwhile, reports I have been getting about this years conferences are a mixed bag. Charlatans and gifted researchers/writers swimming in the same bowl for the same audience. People like Johnny Cairns, and Alan Dale and his circle, figuratively alongside Robert Groden pushing a non-existent witness and Judyth Vary Baker's horror on the Grassy Knoll. Still others pushing long-discredited theories.

The issue for such conferences is that there is a dearth of quality presenters (hamstrung by the inability of organizers to distinguish quality from glib salesmanship of snake oil) alongside the need to fill speaker slots.

Quantity seems to be a victor over quality all too often.

I understand that Johnny Cairns got a long ovation for his presentation at the DPUK talkfest, but that the same talk fell flat at the Lancer conference.

What does this say about the different audiences? What does it say about JC's talk?

I did explain to him what the problem was. Talking about the evidence and other legal issues is just not sexy enough for some. He should have spiced it up with a few Oswald clones, an Oswald girlfriend and a plot about the Alien Presence. 

JC deserved better from the Lancer audience. He is a young man with no theory, but a sincere love of justice. 

And justice is what it should be all about. There can be no justice for JFK until there is justice for Oswald.

So 57 years on, nothing has really changed.

Oswald's alibi is still valid, but doesn't even officially exist because it was successfully buried (but not, thankfully, destroyed) by his accusers.

There is still photographic and documentary evidence that needs releasing. There is still evidence that could be DNA tested. 

But most of all, there is still a man denied justice because he himself was murdered. His accusers did not want to be faced in court - for good reason.

I will continue with my screenplay regarding Oswald's time in custody. I also still hope to write volume three of my Oswald bio.

But more than anything, I want someone in the media or legal profession to come forward - to ignore the tidal waves of detritus that washes up in this case in the form of untrue, uninspiring theories and unabashed hucksterism, and look at it for what it is - an unsolved cold case with a dead, but provably innocent sole suspect.

Very well said, Greg. You hit the nail on the head.

Bravo Greg!!!

With typical astuteness and with a refreshing forthrightness you have confronted the key issues.

Long ago the JFK assassination ceased being a straightforward criminal investigation , very quickly it transformed into a quasi philosophical quest, a mirror to reflect our own beliefs and  biases, in many ways it became an abyss...and the reflections most people saw staring back out were reflections of themselves...their  own personal JFK...

Oswald in particular became a blank slate, his deathless lips have been turned into a ventriloquists dummy for successive generations of pimps, provocateurs and proselytizers...

To paraphrase Pink Floyd It's Any Oswald You Like...

He and his poor old mother have even been transformed into modern day Children of Noah... floating aimlessly around the continental United States on a CIA Ark , counting " two by two" with the other dinosaurs and assorted doubles..... waiting for Jim Angleton to release the Langley dove...

It's time to put the Cluedo boards away, the microscopes, the magnifying glasses ... it's time to put away your dancing shoes and roll up the yellow brick road, the doppelgangers you chased were just shadows in your mind... you yourself painted the stars on your ceiling and you called it the sky...

The evidence is there for those who want to look.

Dealey Plaza has long echoed with the footsteps of the monsters that stir when reason sleeps....

False mysteries breed false witnesses....

I can only imagine how demoralising it must be for a researcher of Greg's stature, to see his work constantly hijacked by con artists..

To see the facts constantly mangled and twisted to feed the latest fantasy...

The closer that gurning troglodyte Baker and her coven of hucksters move to the spotlight, the further the truth recedes into the shadow...

What Trine Day, Armstrong and co are doing is translating the Warren Report into conspiracy friendly terminology.

What makes it that much worse is that they have the sheer audacity to call their lies truth... they've turned the truth of the assassination into a dead eyed syphilitic hag,it's grey skin daubed in garish colours , its been forced out into the freezing neon ravaged night to tout for business under a flickering sign..

We're all paying the price for the frivolity and the decadence, we are living the future that was bequeathed to us...by troof seekers who used the past as a urinal....covering it in   graffiti or spraying it with streams of piss...

The same troof seekers who look back in pride upon their decades of troofing...

Bravo again Greg...

Too many wannabe Alexander's have flexed their puny muscles by slicing through the Gordian knot a they made with the laces from Beverly Oliver's shoes, a strand of Juddufki's hair and the rope LEE used to rappel down the TSBD lift shaft....knowing full well the huckster's creed
" The easiest mysteries to solve are the mysteries you create"

Our beliefs have become the altars before which all facts are made to bow...
It doesn't matter if it actually happened, it only matters if enough people believe it happened...

No lie it seems is too outrageous...

Fundamentally it's a question of credibility...character assassination has long been the weapon of choice...
The troofers have spent decades energetically blowing their own brains out...

Leaving only a psychedelic day glo splatter on the virtual pavement...

But everything has a purpose, time reveals all... the lies will eventually be blown away like petals on a chilly autumn breeze...

Thank you Vinny and Lex.

Here is part of what we are up against.

https://theconversation.com/jfk-conspiracy-theory-is-debunked-in-mexico-57-years-after-kennedy-assassination-148138 wrote:Most conspiracy theories surrounding President John F. Kennedy’s assassination have been disproven. Kennedy was not killed by [url=https://books.google.com.mx/books?id=ftCGDwAAQBAJ&lpg=PT28&ots=6YB2O31mx1&dq=jfk gas pressure device given by]a gas-powered device triggered by aliens[/url] or by actor Woody Harrelson’s dad.

Straight from the McAdams school of shooting fish in a barrel and pretending you took out every monster in the sea.

They even have the hide to call it "The Conversation" while having no comments section!

Then there is this - another documetary aout the Warren Commission with interviews of former staff. Yeah, that's gonna be a real expose. Not.
https://www.irishcentral.com/roots/kennedy-assassination-documentary

But at least the Irish Times allows comment.

And weeks before the anniversary the tele plays endless debunked theories or shows portraying Kennedy like he wanted to be assassinated or Oswald as both a nobody and a serious intell asset.
Dont worry as none of the shows ever "save the cat" 
The debunking is never addressed by the bunk makers.
The debunkers are not allowed equal time.
Rinse and repeat

I think I saw a neural nebulizer in there Vinny

Reading through the list of speakers at Juddufki's latest lieapalooza, Trine Day's attempt to recreate the messianic fervour of an Old West Revivalist Medicine Show( right down to the moonshine and the patent medicine), I was overwhelmed by a feeling of almost existential despair.

Of defeat.

Between the hucksters and their credulous confreres on the alternative troofer circuit they've finally reduced assassination research to gaudy historical burlesque.

The war is over and the various battlefields have been left to the ghouls and the jackals, picking over the bones of the dead...

History has spoken, the verdict is in. LHO killed Kennedy with a Mannlicher Carcano from the 6th Floor Window of the TSBD...

The Warren Commission critics will be remembered as nothing more than a curiosity. An eccentric footnote...an interesting cultural phenomenon for future generations of social historians to mull over and write learned papers about

Mass hysteria? Some deep social malaise? A quirk of history? An accident of history, caused by the static as the generations brushed by one another on their ways to different sides of the Grassy Knoll?

But then like the groggy semi comatose form of Peter Lemkin, whose Woodstock experience ended in September 1974, under a urine soaked tarpaulin on a ramshackle Nigerian fishing vessel in the middle of the Indian Ocean, being prodded with the business end of an AK 47 by the nervous captain, who feared the straggly haired besandalled apparition in piss soaked tie dye flares was the manifestation of the dreaded Fish God, Gaal....I woke up..

Without being sycophantic just look at them and look at us...

They're either too fucking dumb to see through a blatant con artist , or else they haven't the integrity to care..

With their. cliché ridden rhetoric and with the word " truth" dripping from their puckered lips like orphans tears , they gleefully leapt upon the conference stage..

Fuck them

Without sounding mawkish, over sentimental or hopelessly idealistic the truth cannot remain hidden forever ..sooner or later, despite all the vested interests ranged against it, the truth cannot be silenced...

Look at the core members here, with a couple of notable exceptions they are by far the brightest,most articulate and most intellectually honest group.

As researchers, commentators, satirists and historians...

To paraphrase the ancient truism....

All roads lead to ROKC...

Sickened by the hypocrisy,  myopia, the sickly sweet saccharine coated platitudes and the inertia all the finest minds eventually find their way here .

We shouldn't bemoan the newly minted recruits to the Juddufkists, or the gullible galoots who gush away with Donnie J on I Protest...we should say Good Fucking Riddance...

Carefully, methodically , with an skilled hands of the archeologist and the artists understanding of unspoken bonds that link all souls together, the truth is being excavated.

Most of it already has..

Instead of conjuring up a witness, deus ex machina..Groden pulling out a second Mrs Reid from his battered top hat( or from his ass..with all the style and panache of the wonderfully erudite Larry Trotter , painting yet another one of his Pushkinesque word pictures)...or inventing a lot of glitzy superficially glamorous bullshit to sprinkle like Hungarian stardust over his research, he  didn't  close his fucking eyes  eyes and bend his knee obediently to the High Priests of the Conspiratocracy, Greg preferred to keep his integrity intact.

People always hate those who show them up for who ( or what) they really are, jealousy comes in many shades of green, just as mediocrity comes in many shades of grey...

Anyone selfish enough to share a stage with a low rent grifter, putting their own ambitions above anything else, can fuck right off as far as I'm concerned...
We are on the right path compadres...the right side of history..

If one day we have to stand in front of some celestial tribunal and answer for our deeds what would you prefer to see weighed in the scales?

A few naughty words and good natured satirical jabs at deserving targets?

Or pompous self righteous pontification, defending the indefensible, joining hands and making a great Conspiratorial Conga Line with charlatans, hate filled reactionaries, starry eyed gullible enablers of  chancers and fake witnesses?

Tits, touts and Trine Day-ers...

Dancing round a a giant Buddha like effigy of the wigless Armstrong ..with fezless Fezzo in orange flowing Hare Krishna robes playing the finger cymbals and chanting
" For every HARVEY there must be an equal and opposite LEE"

As the cowboy hatted bulk of Professor Larsen writhes in orgiastic delight ..

I must be off to lie down with my smelling salts...scented with the wondrously aromatic fragrance of the ladies room of the Texas Very Busy Loyers Club..

All paths lead to Rome. Lets follow the path that leads to

That reminds me of that old timey family fun game...

Match the Talking Heads Song to the Researcher...

Burning Down the House
Psycho Killer
And She Was
Crosseyed and Painless
Slippery People
Girlfriend is Better
Wild Wilf Life
Animals
Dancing for Money
Drugs
Warning Sign
Tentative Decisions
Seen and Not Seen
Puzzlin' Evidence
I Wish You Wouldn't Say That
Don't Worry About the Government
The Book I read

Burning the house down? Psycho killer? Crosseyed and painless? Slippery People? Don't worry about the Government?

The book I read?

As well as being the clues in a troll punk parlour game( for Armstrongs sake don't ask what happened when Peter Lemkin " Deep Politicised" the game of charades ...let's just say the dazed and disoriented Dawn Meredith was discovered wandering around the Prague streets mumbling " Is it a book? Or a multi headed disinformation hydra? Or a lyric from Jumpin' Jimmy Jaundices 1921 jazz standard " Leprosy Blues"?)

The above list was also a key part of the prosecution case in the infamous " State of Alabama, the Alabama Society for The Prevention of Cruelty to Deep Water Bloaters and the Aryan Brotherhood v Gaal, Jeffries and Lemkin" case ( During the trial, at 1.546 seconds, the longest  trial in the long and honourable history of Alabamian jurisprudence since 1921s trial of the Jumpin'Jimmy Jaundice Jazz Band who were convicted and hung according to the 1867s Non Caucasian Breathing Statutes,  an even more dazed and disoriented Dawn Meredith staged an infamous one woman dirty protest, believing Gaal, Jeffries and Lemkin were a soft rock vocal trio a la CS and N)

The above list was also a verbatim quote from one of Fezzos more coherent Evidence IS the Conspiracy essays... discussing Anna Lewis's " witnessing" of LEE in New Orleans in 1962 when HARVEY was still in the Soviet Union, or else, according to John Butler's meticulous refinement of the Neo Armstrongian theory of " The Two Steven Landsebergs" performing in Greenwich village as Scratchin' Sammy Scrotum, sharing the stage in Gerdes Folk City with the likes of the young Bob Dylan, Ramblin' Jack Elliott and the little known pioneer of the Hysterical Folk genre Paranoid Pete Lemkin ( Paranoid Pete's one 4 track EP released  on the Langley label , and produced by New Orleans trade jazz stalwart, Clay Bertrand, includes the minor classics " Woke Up This Mornin' ( To find the CIA had sprayed my sugar puffs with botulinum)", " I Asked Her For Water( but instead of gasoline she drugged me and left me in a Lower East Side hotel with one less kidney and a tracking device attached to my bruised prostrate) ( a big influence on Dylan's seminal " Blowin' in the Wind" changing the line " how many times must the rubber gloves hands fly? " " My girl's in love with Sidney Gottlieb( and my toothpaste tastes of almonds)" and who can forget " Ma I Got 'Em Ol' Subliminal MK Ultra Blues ( Did Daffy Duck just tell me to stuff C4 up my ass and suicide bomb Carnegie Hall?)"

These charlatans are one of the biggest obstacles to getting the case reopened. One Judyth does more harm to the cause than a hundred DVP's or McAdam.

Nearly 60 Years After His Death, The JFK Conspiracy Convention Is Still Going Strong.

https://www.insidehook.com/article/news-opinion/jfk-conspiracy-convention-during-covid

IJTUALIMM (I just threw up a little in my mouth). Thanks Vinny (for the post that is).

Welcome Jake.

Every year in the past, the arrival of Nov.22nd was painful, thinking another year gone without relief.

That changed twenty years ago when my wife decided on a date for the wedding: Nov.22.

No, she was not a JFK or history buff, she just liked the symmetry of the date. The date has taken on a different meaning for me since.

Still, in 2013, I entered the JFK forum fray to research a book and my arrival seem to coincide with the first appearance of a phenomenon called "Prayer Man". I take no credit for the fact or its apparent serendipitousness but on seeing the photo posted by BK (he who shall not be named) and the accompanying explanatives applied by Sean Murphy, I was certain the case would be rapidly put to bed.

The bed is still waiting. Unmade.

There are too many petty tyrants here - having cordoned off their niche in the conspirosphere - unwilling to release whatever semblance of power they have over the collective mensch (the twaddle that passes for group intelligence... if such a thing actually existed) and work toward some common goal. Their true goal is the most common = money.

Ending the case is, to them, killing the goose that lays the 14 karat eggs and they want them coming, sunny side up, for as long as possible. And that is regardless of which wackjob crackpot they have to align themselves with in order to keep the funds flowing nor how far they will go to prostitute themselves and their "ideals" in cozying up to flagrant lunatics. Imagine... the likes of Oliver Stone debasing themselves by endorsing Juddufki merely because they seem to be the latest hottest trend-setter.

To these people it is all theatre.

It is all about the posturing.

To quote the poets above: fuck them all.

We need to organize and find some weapons-grade truth.

Or we'll see this shit continue for another fifty years.

I have actually never attended one of these conferences, though every year I swear that I will go the next year. And speaking of odd choices for presenters, I was astounded to see Steve Roe listed. Talk about a snake in the grass; he is a dedicated liar about things like the rifle and how many shots the closest witnesses heard, definitely a lone-nutter. I first encountered him on a Facebook group, from which I was ejected for calling him, re: the CIA, a "useful idiot."