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John Kowalski @ the 13\" Head Forum wrote:If you want to critique H&L please do. John Armstrong welcomes it.

John, really? Ask Robert Charles Dunne how he was treated way back when this Irish stew was being brewed when all he had done was offer a very sane suggestion. 

Or this from someone I have recently had contact with, who is a supporter of the thesis but not of all of Armstrong's evidence for it. I Quote direct from his email to me: 

"I remember coming across John Armstrong's book and even bought it. When I started questioning some things he had written, I contacted him. But instead of a conversation, he got very mad at me for questioning ANYTHING he had written and refused to talk with me!)" 

He welcomes it so much that before your comrades got me banned over there, I got under his skin so much that Mr. Baggins dolefully informed me that Armstrong was quitting JFK research and would no longer answer any questions. That lasted until I was ousted from the Hallowed Halls of 13-Inch-Headism.

John Armstrong treats those with questions, suggestions or criticism like they were Jehovah's Witnesses knocking on his door in the middle of an orgy. If he were any thinner skinned, he'd be opaque. Literally.

An example of how these guys think and operate:

John K wrote:Jean Stafford interviewed Marguerite Oswald for her book A Mother in History. She said that she believed that Marguerite had elocution lessons. Could she had taken them so she could change her accent? If she did take these lessons then maybe Harvey took the same lessons to hide his East European accent.

When I first read that, my brain automatically accepted that Marguerite did have elocution lessons.

But that rendering actually means that Marguerite told Stafford that she thought she had elocution lessons... which is silly. You either had them or you didn't.

No. It is Stafford who, listening to Marguerite speak, thinks she may have had elocution lessons. 

But that is good enough for John. Stafford's speculation becomes John's fact from which he is free to make further speculations about why she would have had such lessons. 

Try this: the somewhat vain Marguerite tried to put on airs and graces with someone who she believed was above her (Marguerite's) station. Stafford was an extremely well-educated best-selling author and Pulitzer prize winner. You think maybe Marguerite was tying hard not to sound like a yokel?

Or

Marguerite spoke in her normal voice but Stafford believed this working class peasant spoke a bit too well and therefore must have had elocution lessons.

Get a grip, John.

"One doesn't think my sprog was involved in anything iffy, guv"

steely_dan wrote:"One doesn't think my sprog was involved in anything iffy, guv"

 Bewdiful

I think you've solved a major puzzle for H & L aficionados - the identify of the fake Marguerite!

The whole HARVEY was a Hungarian immigrant/ war orphan who learnt Russian before arriving in the US of A ....to begin his magical scar growing and earlobe detaching odyssey is proveable bullshit..

Just compare Armstrongs own fantasy chronology with the tragic war torn history of Hungary..

Oswald was born in 1939... right?

According to the geniuses over at Central Doppelganger Casting little HARVEY debuted in the role that would turn him into history's most doppelgangery doppelganger no later than 1947...q.v. the " mystery" of San Saba..

The claim, according to the H and L doctrine ( a little doppelgove told me that Armstrong is thinking about declaring himself Infallible) has puny malnourished little HARVEY learning to speak Russian like a native... Hungary was a Communist State, right? A Soviet Satellite where learning Russian would more than likely have been mandatory...

Certainly in the schools.

If you check out the " Gems" thread over on the 13 Inch Head forum you will find Jimbo Baggins gleefully waving an abstract ,he unearthed from Armstrong knows where around, " proving" that learning Russian was indeed mandatory by no later than 1950..

According to the standard H and L methodology ( more like hagiography) it's now a proven fact.

Case Closed.

Little HARVEY was taught Russian by the nasty old commies before fleeing to the Land of the Free ..into Messrs Dulles, Angleton and Gottleib's tender embraces( let's not forget Edwin Ekdahl too ..the current H and L fantasy brainstrust is doing a sterling job proving ol' Edwin was a crack ONI operative...)

I should have realised this years ago.. it's just so obviously and blatantly wrong..my only excuse is i no longer take the H and L fantasy remotely seriously.. it's not worth the effort, anyway the cultists will just ignore it anyway and carry on their own merry way..

From 1939( little HARVEYs birthdate) to 1944 Hungary was ruled by a certain Admiral Horthy, ex Austrian Hungarian naval officer, officially he was the " Regent" for the deposed Habsburg heir Otto( since the 1867 Compromise and the creation of the Dual Monarchy the Austrian Emperor ruled Hungary as the Apostolic King, in a Personal Union)

In reality it was a quasi fascist dictatorship, without lapsing into a tedious digression on inter war Hungarian politics Hungary was roughly approximate to the pre Anschluss clerico fascist regimes of Dollfuss and Schusselnigg

Hungary was an ally of Nazi Germany, a member of the Axis/ Anti Comitern Power bloc( although I can't remember offhand if Hungary was party to the official Anti Comitern treaty)

Contributing a whole army to the German Southern Army Group at the launch of Barbarossa...infamously the Hungarian Army would be wiped out at Stalingrad..

After orchestrating a coup in Budapest ( that involved that perennial poster child of conspiracism, Otto Skorzeny and his piratical band of SS Freebooters smuggling Horthy's son out of Budapest inside a rolled up carpet...to be used as a hostage to ensure his father's compliance) in spring 44 the Germans ruled Hungary directly, through the puppet regime of the Nazi Arrow Cross party..

As an aside one of the first Germans to arrive in post coup Budapest was a certain Obersturmbannfuhrer from the RSHA central office...Adolf Eichmann, who ,with his deputy , Dieter Wisceleny, arrived to oversee the mass deportations of Hungarian jews.

It was in Hungary, in spring 45, with the Red Army steamroller grinding it's way remorselessly through the Carpathians, the last German offensive of the war, Spring Awakening, was launched, around Lake Balaton..

The Soviets only capturing Budapest after an apocalyptic siege, involving mostly SS troops and Hungarian fascist diehards..

Hungary was part of the Habsburg Empire since the 16th century, this centuries long legacy of German rule, combined with the particularly bloody suppression of Bela Kun's 1919 Soviet revolution meant until Hungary's absorption into the Warsaw Pact/ Soviet power bloc Russian influence was marginal..non existent might be a better description. The chance of some kid learning Russian like a native in this climate is, putting it mildly, as remote as John Butler being elected as a fellow of All Souls College, simultaneously, by Royal Warrant being appointed first Regius Professor of Photo Analysis and Anatomy..

Of course it could theoretically have happened... just as David Lifton could win Mr Congeniality at the next Mr Universe contest...or Jimbo Baggins could be appointed Secretary of State for Truthfulness...to base " research" on such laughably flimsy ahistorical pretexts is patently absurd...H and L has nothing to do with historical research and everything to do with religion... blind unthinking zealotry and an almost fanatical need to " believe"

Professor Larsen once speculated little HARVEY could have come from a Russian speaking part of Poland...indeed the Tsarist Empire , along with Austria and Prussia was party to the Partitions that wiped Poland off the map for centuries..

But like Hungary,( Poland having famously defeated the invading Red Army in the 1920 Soviet Polish War) pre WW2 Poland was fiercely anti Communist..

Even the briefest , most superficial overview of the history of Central/ Eastern Europe reduces the already infinitesimal likelihood of some polyglot émigré kid later starring as HARVEY to somewhere around the probability of zero...

I'm fully aware most of my anger is directed against myself...for being stupid enough ever to have fallen for this codswallop..

But Armstrong, and by extension Baggins, have so distorted and sanitised the record that at first glance H and L appears reasonably plausible..

RCD (and his pesky questions) is on the receiving end of the H&L equivalent of the blue screen of death.
Won't stop him asking though...

steely_dan wrote:RCD (and his pesky questions) is on the receiving end of the H&L equivalent of the blue screen of death.
Won't stop him asking though...

He is right to ask. All they have is suspicion.

But who knows what might jump out of the woodpile in the way of evidence down the track? 

John K (emphasis mine) wrote:Do you know if John every wrote about the National Committee for a Free Europe? This organization found jobs for refugees from Communist countries i.e. Eastern Europeans, so they could help prepare for the liberation of Europe. This organization would be a good place for clandestine operators to locate individuals to be sent back to Eastern Europe.

Without looking at ths specific org - yes, it is the type of org that the CIA might use to source individuals to place back behnd the iron curtain.

But get this, John! Because this is the really weird part - such individuals were sent back as the natives they actually were, in order to blend in! How fucking weird is that???!!!! Why would the CIA do that when they could scour the country for lookalike disaffected Americans and lookalik mothers of disaffected Americans who the emigres can pretend to be, instead?

Blue screen of death predicted.
Meanwhile....John Butler Trio has identified Onslo as Dutz Murret!!!!! Sloping Cortina in the front garden he says...

Sloping Cortinas   Fair dinkum. You, Alex and Stan should form the next comedy troupe to storm Edinburgh. One day one of you are going o cause me to burst my stitches.

If Steely and Stan are up for it I'd be interested in penning a sketch show...

The Two Johnnies!! Comical and Clinical... Every week our intrepid duo get themselves entangled  in series of "deeply political" mishaps... trying to foil the nefarious machinations of their arch nemesis...Rumpy and Pumpy...aka the Doppelstiltkin Twins..a pair of psychotic polyglot  photo altering criminal masterminds from the Carpathians...driven mad by the CIAs attempt to turn them into non related near identical doppelgangers , they seek to wreak a terrible vengeance on the world for the cruel inhumane experiments that left them with "superpowers"... detachable nunchuck shaped earlobes... bionic sloping shoulders that fire mini cruise missiles... detachable interchangeable poison tipped doppeldicks ... and the power to psychically alter any photo...

Not only that they are on a quest to find their own true loves...both Rumpy and Pumpy falling madly in love with each others fake moms that one brief time they were let out of their respective safe houses...

Each week the Two Johnnies have to foil their latest evil scheme...

Clinical Johnny is always careful to wear a facemask in public...for the evil minions of Rumpy and Pumpy are everywhere!!!...a facemask comprising of a plastic bag with eyeholes cut out... A Johnny Bag... I'll get my coat..

While Comical Johnny always has his ACME Serious Researchers Kit , complete with English Hungarian dictionary and fully collapsible bidet/ doppelganger detection kit handy...

This week the Two Johnnies are hot on the case of the Mysterious Marguerite from New Jersey...

Someone wrote a letter to someone who lived in the same town as someone who once received an anonymous phone call...Someone better call the Johnnies!!
I fear there's doppelganging afoot...

It's down the Johnny Pole and into the Johnny Mobile for our daredevil duo...

Rumpy and Pumpy are up to their doppelganging mischief again!!!

I haven't witnessed such an outbreak of " researching" since Paul Trejo and his odious idiot sidekick were at their peak...

Just ignore the " critics" that's the ticket!!

I mean Denny why should anyone care, right? If consenting adults want to believe in disappearing Hungarian doppelgangers and their magical fake moms what's the big deal, right?

Who needs to waste their precious time with silly old proof? Imagination is so much more fun...

What is the point, right? Some folk still persist in believing that the Warren Commission got it right...why should we waste our time arguing with them?

It's much more fun joining hands and dancing merrily round in circles until we all get dizzy ... much more fun just rearranging the pretty little pictures in the sand box...look if I do it this way it looks like Mary Ann Moorman has two heads!! Look there's a little green man!! And the 33rd degree mason ..y'know him who came over in the same vortex as the magic flautists horse...

Why bother if some folks knowingly and wilfully distort the evidence... spreading falsehoods...who cares , right? 
Who cares if certain individuals attempts at photo analysis make us all look like gibbering idiots? Let's all just pull down our see through pant cuffs and keep marching happily along the yellow brick road...who knows we might even meet a scarecrow who once stood in a field behind a house that belonged to someone who once lived in the same town as someone else who once said " hello" to someone who lived next door to Edwin Ekdahl...wouldn't that really be something?

Denny , as long as the H and L gang continue to insist it HASN'T all been debunked...as long as they persist in spinning their meaningless webs out of vaguely suggestive ephemera...as long as they persist in spreading falsehoods, and trafficking in mis and disinformation I don't see any other choice..

Otherwise what IS the fucking point?

What's the point of trying to put right any wrongs?

And incidentally since you are so outraged by the terms " H and L brainstrust" etc I seem to have missed your expressions of outrage when your new compadres were running around cheerfully defacing the forum with their spurious allegations.. claiming the " disbelievers"(!!) we're in fact disinformation agents..

I get it...it's alright for people to question theories as long as they leave your own pet theories alone...

Harvey and Lee is a fantasy...a great lumbering undead ball of necrotising nabobbery spread for the most part by a crowd of sanctimonious knobends...

The deeper you bury your head in the sand the darker it will get...  the hole you dig yourself into is only going to be the hole you'll eventually have to dig yourself out of...

Gather round all you brave knights( and fair maidens ..oh yes and all you dung farmers too...who dream of forming an anarcho syndicalist collective free of capitalist lackies ) 

Rest ye awhile by the fireside, drink a cup of golden mead( but not more than one forsooth it is said a mimsy hobbit has laced it with the flower of the ruhypnol herb...to maketh the poor unwary traveller see visions of cavorting pixies and tiny dancing doppelettes with unfeasibly large doppeltitties)

Let me tell ye all a tale of yore...when dragons and giants and firebreathing fake Marguerites roamed this fair land...Aye but they were dark times too... Elephantiasis ravaged the land!! And the sky overflowed with terrible omens and portents of doom...

And Jack of White, soothsayer to Lord John, known as Strong of Arm, due to his incredibly well developed right forearm,  prophesied doom..

" Woe to those who cannot tell their HARVEYs from their LEEs..Woe I say!! Forsooth I see  great tribulations coming...Giant Goateed Women stalking the land!! Mandatory fez wearing!! I say it was American born LEE who did slay Good King Jack while poor HARVEY was a patsy!! Until the doppeltruth is accepted and until Lord John, known as Strong of Arm, is hailed as the messiah I say Woe Unto this land of provocateurs!!"

And so it was until in a faraway land a brave knight did call his posse...Sir Steely of Dan, Sir Alex , Son of Will, Sir Stan of Dane , and bold Sir Jeremy..

" Knights of the 13 Inch Heads" Sir Greg , for that was his name, saith , " I beseech he go forth and free the benighted land of this doppelplague...there are no HARVEYs or LEEs... just Lee, once a humble soldier who was sorely betrayed by his master's"

And so they went forth ..

And before long Sir Jeremy did find himself in a strange enchanted land .. beholding a castle with two non related but near identical turrets he did approach..Swamp Castle it was called...or so the poor old crone who lived in a shack deep in the surrounding forest did say..

" I am but a poor old crone" saith she" for I am not the reincarnation of an ancient troubadour..nor does a minstrel write ballads about me.. for one groat a month I do draw these lines on these strange heathen pictures.. the Swamp Castle belongs to Lord John, known as Strong of Arm, venture there at your peril brave sir knight"

Sir Jeremy pitying the poor old crone gave her his last tankard of mead.." Drinketh not too much in one go" he warned he" for I was seeing unearthly shapes emerge from out the forest shadow"

" Aye sir knight" the crone cackled " that would be the Judenwocky or Herr Humpfy Dumpfy.. for their lair lies fair close.." the crone moved by Sir Jeremy's kindness held out her spindly hands " take this tape measure brave sir knight... and beware the Judenwocky and the frumious Donniesnatch with his claws that catch and the hairless cunternibbel drip!"

Wrapping the tape measure round his 13 Inch Head Sir Jeremy did venture forth...into the Swamp Castle..a dark deserted ruin it was too...it's walls covered in crazed scribbles..

" Forsooth" bold Sir Jeremy did say " it doth look like Fezzo the teletubby has been this way...with his magic crayons and his band of dancing emoticons"

Suddenly Sir Jeremy heard a sound..

A strange enchanted gurgling coming from the upstairs room...

Bravely he sallied forth..his boots creaking on the wooden staircase.. sounding like the time Sir Sandy the Wooden legged climbed up the leather staircase that led to the chamber of the wicked enchantress Morgana DaRouse( to watch the Story of Sir Sandy the Wooden legged and his adventures on Morgana DaRouse's leather staircase you'll have to be a subscriber to Ye Adulte Channele..a bargain at 4 groats a month)

Brave Sir Jeremy did find two guards, Jehan the Butler and Jehan of Baggins, late the squire of Sir Jimbo , who was banished for selling mead that tasted like griffin's piss...
The two Jehans were arguing over a miniature portrait..

" Its HARVEY" saith Jehan the Butler

" It's LEE " saith Jehan of Baggins..." See how the shoulders doth slopeth"

" You can tell your HARVEYs from your LEEs by the earlobes in this miniature HARVEY doesn't have LEEs soccer shin guards... you can always tell your HARVEYS from your LEEs except for the miniatures that doth have a facemask... maybe LEE was a leper...liketh poor Baldwin of Jerusalem... except I read in the infowareth chronicles that Baldwin was really a changeling in the pay of the Neweth Worlde Order.."

For three whole hours did the guards of Swamp Castle argue... ignoring all brave Sir Jeremy's pleas..until Sir Jeremy saith " Hobbits to this" and rode off to the nearest tavern...his tape measure fluttering from his 13 Inch Head as he rode through the enchanted forest...

The moral of this tale be... you cannot make those who do not want to hear listen......

Those who only see what they want will never want to see...

Please spare a groat or two for a poor wandering minstrel...I wants to buy a tankard or three of Griffin's piss and go dancing through the greenwood with the unicorns and the merry doppelettes!!

Through no fault of RCD cobwebs are forming on the thread where he asked a question. If it wasn't for the Butler Trio posting off topic the thread would have slipped out of sight.
RCD can airmail some white feathers to those concerned.

Verily, a splendid tale, Sir Alex, Son of Will!

It reminds me of Sir Gawain and the Green Doppelganger, which is one of several alternative versions of literary classics:

The Doppelganger in the Rye
Much Ado About No Doppelgangers
The Great Gatslee and Harvey
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Doppelganger
Chronicle of a Doppelganger Foretold
Harvey of the d'Urbervilles
The Old Doppelganger and the Sea
The Master and Marguerite and Marguerite

Thank ye kindly goodly Sir Jeremy... I was originally intending to doppelgangerise Beowulf...but after some careful deliberation, and taking into consideration some of the characters now roaming around the fear shrouded halls and leather staircases of Ye Olde Swamp Castle.. I figured savage mead soaked exhortations to rapine and pillage ... involving disgusting slimy bog dwelling half reptilian anthropagi ( not to mention the mother) might be a tad too close to home..




Likewise Sherlock Holmes... the only case fit for doppelgangerisation ( IMHO at least) was the Three Garridebs..alas, however , remembering one of the key lines:Holmes extrapolating to the humble Watson , " Touch him where you want he be false".. I feared this might invoke some , how shall I put this delicately?, rather untoward attempted fumblings on the part of some of our less sophisticated brethren...so for the sake of the women, and the small forest dwelling rodent population of Kentucky I thought I'd better let the doppelganged Garridebs slumber undisturbed, along with doppelganged Grendel, and Grendel's Mother...

Although the Two Grendels, some sort of post Freudian attempt to understand the suppressed Oedipal desires languishing within your average bullnecked all American doppelganger, set in your average North Dakotan mead hall still has promise..

I have an image of John Butler, complete with horned helmet, striding up to Grendel's Mother, totally unfazed by the scaly abomination wheezing and grunting before him, the remains of a semi masticated fez clinging to a protruding fang, and poor Jimbo Baggins hind leg hanging out of the corner of her mouth, twitching and kicking, " Are you the short and dumpy Grendel's Mother or are you the tall and good looking one?" he enquires .

I like the idea of Sir Gawain and the Green Doppelganger...maybe in true Arthurian tradition have each of the Knights of the 13 Inch Heads going off on individual quests..Perhaps Sir Alex, Son of Will could face the menace of the dreaded Mouth of Myra DaRouse...the poor loquacious mead swilling Sir Alex has to keep his mouth shut for a whole hour or else be devoured.... languishing for thousands of years In the Sixteen Stomachs of Stripling...after passing through the effluent coated digestive ducts of the frumious Donniesnatch...

Sir Steely has to pass the dreaded Knights who say " Not Credible" who guard the Causeway of No Return ,before passing through Sarah's Doorway only to  face the gloomy cavern dwelling Hobgoblin of Clarification...who lives under the basement where the Bong of Doom is kept..

Sir Stan has to brave the stench of Stinky Mac's Hall of Flatulence..and the date hungry vampires that dwell within... finally facing his arch foe...Fezzo The Nonsensical..the only wizard who doesn't know what he wants to know only that he knows it..

Alas however all is in vain!! Bold  Sir Greg falls for the seductive charms of the Second Guinnivere. With her Killer Handbag and Glowing Hand... mortally wounded  and throwing his sword,  Trollscaliber into Lake Pontchartrain,  where it is caught by the mysterious hand that rises out of the murky waters...the hand belonging to Juddufki of the Lake( who else?)..he is carried off in a ghostly Rambler Station Wagon to the misty Isle of Punkavalonski

To wait for the day when he is summoned by the immortal words..

" You're trolling Greg , you can't answer my superior evidence so you have to ban me"

Why not? The quest for the Holy Grail is every bit as historical and well documented as the search for the elusive bullnecked second Oswald...
In fact what about combining Dan Brown and John Armstrong( Praises be upon him) into one mega super Conspiracy??

The Second Marguerite Oswald was the Holy Grail...Sang Real was really medieval Hungarian for short dumpy fake mom..

On a far far more prosaic note I see Praelector Michael Clark has left the hallowed portals of academia to mingle with the riff raff.... another mighty intellect descends to spread the bounty of his wisdom..

Anyone who wants to see  a stupid person desperately trying to appear intelligent should check out his latest offering..

A fucking moron..if Gordon had the slightest bit of class, integrity of decency Mr Clark should have been immediately banned after his " stomping on vermin" outburst..

steely_dan wrote:Through no fault of RCD cobwebs are forming on the thread where he asked a question. If it wasn't for the Butler Trio posting off topic the thread would have slipped out of sight.
RCD can airmail some white feathers to those concerned.

The bald turkey is thankful for a little cover...

The Further Adventures of Bold Sir Jeremy..

After slaying the terrifying Elephant headed squirrel that lurked in the septic tank at the edge of the enchanted forest, and after spending a pleasant day's night cavorting with the merry doppelettes under the greenwood tree behind the Doppelganger's Rest tavern, bold Sir Jeremy headed northwards, along the Great Zapruder Highway...towards the haunted mountains, with the voluptuous heights of  Moorman's Peak, the tallest mountain this side of Fetzer's Gut,  in the frozen wastes of the far right, looming over him ..

As bold Sir Jeremy made his way past the little pods lined up along the side of the highway, he tried to ignore the little troofers, popping like green faced peas as they try to pimp their soiled wares.." It was the jews who cast a magic spell to bring down the pillars of Hercules!".."don't let the evil Witch of the West inject you with her foul brew...she is but a tool of the jews and the money changers".." for 50 groats I'll sell ye all the wisdom of Solomon"..." For 60 groats I'll sell ye Solomon's wisdom teeth!"

" For 100 groats" shrieks Kris ,the grey bearded hunchback, " I'll introduce you to Solomon's secret lover.. Juddufki the Queen of Sheba she was!"

Sir Jeremy did ignore their empty babble until he spyeth the same old crone, who lived in the shack,  under the shade of the non related but near identical twin turrets of the Swamp Castle..

" Beware sir brave knight" the crone did cry " for up ahead are the Caverns of Troof,   the lair of Neider the Hutt, Jabbas second cousin twice removed...he is no ones 9/11 troofer..not e'en his own...but he claims to own a magic looking glass that doth show him the secrets of the world.."

" Old crone" Sir Jeremy spoke kindly, reaching into his purse for the golden Kudlaty he doth rob from one of Lord John, known as Strong of Arm's Holy Tax Gatherers ( the tax was to pay for the magical toupee of Beauregard)" you are far from home! Fear not this Neider of the Hutt and his enchanted looking glass! Take ye this golden Kudlaty and be home with you! For the sun doth set and the moon doth riseth and the Judenwocky from its lair soon doth fly"

But when he looked again the old crone had vanished...melting into the chilly November air like a bullnecked all American and his tall good looking fake mom..

With a weary sigh bold Sir Jeremy did head on.. towards the Caverns of Troof...but to reach the haunted mountains and to climb Moorman's Peak first you must pass by the blasted heath where Dickie the Demented doth dance, sniff paint, chase UFOs and demand ye arrogant egomaniacs with inferiority complexes doth support his theory..

Past the blasted heath there lies the Caverns of Troof..

Bold Sir Jeremy travelled on... fearing not the eerie web of shadows the silvery moonlight doth spin....

The blasted heath was silent...Dickie the Demented danceth not..curled up was he... surrounded by empty tins of gloss emulsion and many an empty bottle of ye olde turpentine..

As a strange doppel shaped cloud doth saileth across the face of the moon, and as the creatures of the night; the wolves, jackals the leatherface lookylike from the OIC began howling, their baleful chorus reminding Brave Sir Jeremy of the time he passed through the Kentucky backwoods on All Hallows Eve, when he met the Butlers out guising with chainsaws , he beheld the craggy quim like rim of the  Caverns of Troof.. dank musty voids...like the rear end of the blubber headed Fetzer monster all freshly gorged, or the dilated winkle of the frumious Donniesnatch

Suddenly from out the smaller Cavern of Troof a tiny elf did leap...and the bells on his little hat went jingle jangle as he jumped up and down..

Little Barnie, once the village idiot for Lord Gordo, absentee landlord and knitwear magnate, who was run out the village by the minions of the wicked enchanter George of Soros...

Little Barnie doth know it all...and he proceeded to assail brave sir Jeremy with breathless slabs of torrid prose, each phrase but a sentence deep, burbling and foaming to make his little bells tinkle, like silvery streams of hobbits piss, he lumbers from one    troofer talking point to another...with all the style and panache of a tin foil swaddled cartoon hippo in the other version of Fantasia's Dance of the Sugar Plum Troofer...

" Did ye know Evil Sir George the younger did bring down the pillars of Hercules with fiery crossbow bolts? Did ye know Evil Sir George the elder and his 17 year old son were sketched hanging around outside Chinon castle when Good King Richard got shot by a magic crossbow bolt?"

Then brave sir Jeremy heareth a gooey trumpeting from afar...Neider the Hutt did come frothing falumphing and farting...waving his apothecaries license like it was a knightly lance..or a wizards wand..

" Aye it's true...all is true.. Little Barnie the elf and I have only lived in the Caverns of Troof for but one season..aye but we already know it all .. for we doth read the future freedom scrolls and the parchments that speak of Bold Prince Igor's lay!! "

" Good sirs" Bold Sir Jeremy doffed his 13 Inch Head Hat in salutation " I doubteth ye not..but verily I would like to see some proof... Maybe an etching of those fiery crossbow bolts? Are they perchance like the siphons that shoot Greek fire from the Emperor of Byzantium's ships?"

" Heretic! Fool! Blasphemer!" Both screeched at once " Go back and cast ye a spell!  to the pods lined up along the Great Zapruder Highway!! We are wise and mighty,  we who dwell in the Caverns of Troof!! We are as righteous as we are wise! Oh poor misguided knight!! We can criticise , cast aspertions and look down our mighty noses at the frumious rabble.. that do bandersnatch to and fro unthinkingly!! But none dare criticise us!! Ask us not for any proof for we bruise as easily as Dirty Dickie the Libertarian and the jewmungus Donniesnatch with the wizened snatch and the claws that catch!!... .begone for we are not your troofers!"

With a wry smile Sir Jeremy gave a knightly salute " Thank ye wise and mighty troofers! Let me leave you with a small token of salutation" .. and with a flick of his stirrup his noble steed did void its bowels...not stopping until the Cavern of Troof was buried deep in horses shite..

The moral of this tale be...there be but a horse's arse betwixt the Cavern of Troof and a steaming pile of fresh shite...

Disclaimer- Any similarity to bandersnatching troofers of ill repute is purely coincidental. No elfs, Hutts or pea faced pod casting troofers were harmed.

"Knitwear magnate"! Those spongles are lining up like nine pins. Fuck using a ball to knock them over. You're wading in swinging your spiffler with pin-point accuracy. 

Jeremy meanwhile has exposed the MO of paranoid galahs everywhere. Take a completely real world normal such as a pamphlet warning that vaccines may cause autism, and using that to claim it means the company producing them knows damn well they cause autism.

But as Jeremy suggested, that warning is there on legal advice - not because vaccines do cause autism, but because if the vaccine is given to a child of someone influenced by anti-vaxxers and  the child is later diagnosed with autism, that person may try their luck and sue. The facts however are that autism rates are equal between the vaxxed and unvaxxed.

The increase in rates of autism has nothing to do with vaccines and everything to do with autsim now being regarded as a spectrum disorder, with Asperger's being rolled in to that - thus capturing more diagnoses along that spectrum. You can also throw in greater awareness and thus more kids being taken for testing. Those in the high functioning rage would once have somply been deemed prblem kids/black sheep/"naughty" etc and left undiagnosed.

You could see the response coming a mile off... the paranoid galah dodged and bowed out, claiming debating Jeremy was beneath him.

Nice one, Sir Alex!

Greg wrote:the MO of paranoid galahs everywhere. Take a completely real world normal such as a pamphlet warning that vaccines may cause autism, and using that to claim it means the company producing them knows damn well they cause autism. ... that warning is there on legal advice

The strange thing is that young Master Barnard knew that the warning was there for that reason: he said so himself, right before suggesting that the company was covering up the sinister effects of its vaccine.

That's how it works with one-sentence talking points. You put forward an isolated fact or supposed fact, imply that there's something sinister going on, and ... that's it. There's no logical argument and certainly no critical thought. It's like Jack White all over again.

Chris Barnard at the Ed Forum wrote:I have never even heard of this Wakefield you refer to. ... this Wakefield, is it the same one as above? I haven’t mentioned this person, I don’t know of this person.

I'm not sure about the rest of the world, but the Wakefield scandal was front-page news in the UK a few years ago, and has been in the news again recently in stories about anti-vaxxers. Chris posts frequently about vaccine-related matters, and seems to be based in the UK. Yet he claims not to have heard of Wakefield. Either he is being somewhat less than entirely truthful or he is robotically copying and pasting one-sentence talking points without any real understanding of the subject. Or both.

I had to look up 'galah', 'spongle' and 'spiffler':

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=galah

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=spongle

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=spiffler

I think all varieties of English should incorporate these fine words.

Thank ye kindly brave Sir Greg, owner of the fabled sword Trollscaliber , Once and Future Troll Punk Overlord.

It does indeed make for demoralising viewing, reading through page after page, of clucking and fussing, a clatch of hens, trying to impress the new cockerel, Reynard, a suspiciously vulpine cockerel, with a rubber glove pulled tightly over his smoothly furred head, like the giant condom John Butler almost suffocated himself with, after reading the instructions in the Trine Day " Juddufki Sutra" " How to give head to HARVEY"

Ignoring the hungry gleam of his fangs, glittering sharply in the moonlight, after all don't all the hens in Farmer Gordo's coop have teeth? Trying to impress Reynard the cockerel with their freshly laid eggs, fluffing out their feathers...

One comment in particular revealed the utter vacuity and gullibility..

A certain Paul Bacon ( more streaky backed than Sir Francis alas) gave an impassioned gurgle of existential angst.." For Gods sake" he burbled , you could almost hear the tin foil lining of his hat crinkling as the veins in his head began popping, " become an expert!"

No problemo! Master Bacon! After all , it only takes a day or so perusing the Corbett Report, or Scholars for 9/11 Troof to become a fully accredited structural engineer, or virologist! 

All these universities and institutes of higher learning are all run by the Illuminati anyway!!

Little Barnie the elf is harmless enough, by no means the most egregious specimen of full blown troofery. Judging by his breathless torrents of turgid prose, and the half chewed morsels of troof he disgorged, he's just your average troofer. Skating across the thin ice of consciousness ( in Lord Gordo's rink the ice is stained with large frozen puddles , of a particularly unedifying urine yellow tinge), never daring to go more than a sentence deep, in case the ice cracks. For someone who still thinks examining the alleged photos of Bush, pere et fils, loitering around the Plaza constitutes a valid line of research, and if his level of deep political comprehension can be measured by the varied utterances of Lt Col Prouty, i'd be very very careful indeed  about casting aspersions , never mind making snide remarks about the intellectual acuity of others..

Once again it's the mixture of self righteous arrogance, the lack of depth and sophistication, and perhaps most tellingly of all the mind blowing lack of self awareness that I find most off putting.

When it comes to treating knowledge as some sort of commodity, or attempting to cram it into the ill fitting straight jacket of political dogma... ( Little Barnie, in fairness just  chirps and preens, like he's showing off his new car to a jealous neighbour. While a couple of others come across as seriously disturbed, full blown paranoiacs, ranting away..) That's what really turns my stomach.  They've no sense of real focus, or of any sort of perspective. Tiny ill assorted fragments of knowledge, mixed together, like peering into a kaleidoscope, through the wrong end of a telescope. 
Or like pieces of several jigsaws forced together, to make a monstrosity distorted barely recognisable image...Some sort of J Allen Bush hybrid.
Fuck them all.

When it comes to boasting, " my troof is bigger than yours", pinging troofer podcasts back and forth , like fundamentalists exchanging verses from scripture, spewing out their empty syllables, but yet somehow hypnotising themselves into thinking they are vastly and unutterably superior to the poor dronish shmucks glued to America's Next Top Fox News Presenter..thats when I get off the bus to trooferville.. before it gets false flagged by NWO goons disguised as ritalin crazed gun totin'teenage nerds

A genuine humility and a desire for knowledge, for it's own sake, and not to brandish like a status symbol on some fucking ghastly web forum, to my mind at least, are signs of a real scholar. Someone who is aware of, and accepts their own utter insignificance, they don't look out into the universe, looking for echoes of their own immortality, for the universe is indifferent, it knows not good or evil, they are but the reflections of the minds who allow themselves to be limited by the thought of infinity.

Incidentally where was Lord Gordo, absentee landlord and Hertfordshire's top hen clucker? Dozing in the bath? Lulled to sleep by the sophorific scent of the new herbal bubble bath he saw advertised during last week's Miss Marple marathon? Or busy rearranging his vast collection of vintage knitwear?

Lord Gordo likes his hens to be as headless as the ghost of the ill fated 14th baron, Peregrine Pontefract Plippity Ploppity Ping Pong Gordon, who accidentally decapitated himself with the new fangled commode cousin Tarquin sent him...

That's why he swooped down from his Olympian perch to berate those scamps for the heinous sin of superiority...whilst he seems content enough for his fine Georgian portico of the family townhouse to be defaced with all manner of scurrilous bullshit..

Most of all i'm really disappointed by this new documentary, by all accounts it's yet another missed opportunity. Someone with Oliver Stone's cinematic instincts  must surely have realised the potential potency of the Prayerman footage...

It represents the last real chance of making a significant breakthrough.

What our little troofer chums dont seem to realise, when they rail against the mockingbirds who feather the nest of the lamestream media it is their antics, and willingness to co habit with all manner of hateful cranks that has contributed to the continued ghettoisation of the subject..

With all the ridiculous everything is fake nonsense, and the unthinking indiscriminate scattergun approach, personified by that grotesque charlatan cum neo Nazis enabler Don Jeffries, embracing any " evidence" no matter how absurdly improbable, or downright counterfeit,  as long as the " evidence" in question points, or seems to point, at a vague nebulous wholly uncategoriseable and unfathomable conspiracy, they've done the apologists work for them...

Is what was unconvincing a quarter of a century ago suddenly going to seem convincing now?

If anyone thinks that there's smoking guns still lurking in the remaining files they're living in a dreamworld..

Oswald or not Prayerman represents the last best chance to make a difference. If it turns out not to be him? So what? At this point there's fuck all left to loose... that hasn't already been lost decades ago..

Otherwise this case will continue to be marginalised, continue to sink down into the primordial soup of trooferdom... it's carcass raised up, like some woolly mammoth, it's bones brandishing like totems by wild eyed true believers who want to turn Mr Buffalo Horns into a martyr or who think the jews zapped the twin towers using laser beams designed by Dr Evil...

Thank ye kindly too brave sir Jeremy! I was not intending to be as ill mannered as an undoppelganged all American gatecrashing a tall good looking fake moms only slumber party...ye had posted thy message on the notice board outside the town hall before I had finished mine..

Dennis Berube wrote:Why do you continue to engage in the "vaccination" debate on a JFK assassination forum? Maybe because the particular thread subject includes current events? You faith in experts is touching, but unfortunately widely misguided. It would be like calling Posner and Mack JFK experts.

Dennis, don't be a rube by using false equivalence. 

The difference is, you do not need to be any sort of expert or hold any sort of qualification to see the holes in the WCR caused by cherry-picked  witnesses, leading questions, poor police work, the avoidance of the FBI  in the most promising leads if they led away from Oswald etc. Although there are areas of the case that need varying degrees of expertise, you can see through the WC without even looking into those areas (ballistics, hand-writing analysis etc) - and therefore see through the WC apologists.

THe debate regarding vaccines does need expertise to understand.

But what does not need expertise is that part of the debate that only requires the ability to understand statistics and logic to see the bottom line.

For instance, logic tells us that a child who is vaccinated and later has a diagnosis of autism, has nothing to tell us about any causal connection between the two.

What does tell us the reality is that the vaxxed and the unvaxxed are equally liable to later acquire an autism diagnosis. That is what the vast majority of the experts say, and not being an expert, I accept that view. It is something I do not believe the vast majority of professionals would lie about. 

"Despite there being no evidence showing a link between vaccines and autism, rumors about the connection persist. Vaccinated children develop autism at the same rate as unvaccinated children."
https://www.verywellhealth.com/unvaccinated-children-with-autism-2633214

RFK, Jr calling for parents who have "vaccine damaged" kids to make a video telling their story is about as fucked up scientifically, morally and ethically as it gets. 

Why is he not asking for them to send the medical evidence in each case? Why? Because he cannot win with the battle of the science and  wants this to be an emotional battle instead where his  suuporters will heed the clarion call and lay it on
 thick.

Children being used like pawns in an ideological battle.

All that said,

yes, fuck big pharma for the drugs pushed that really do do damage through over-proscription, needless proscription, and addiction. 

If RFK, junior was fair dinkum, he would be going after them for that.

Jimbo Baggins latest thread absolutely epitomises the unsophisticated ,one dimensional, almost cartoonish view of " Conspiracy" .

Listening to these trumpets warble away, their shrill discordant squawking sounding like John Butler the time he went Sasquatch hunting with the late Bill Miller, smeared in the " Bigfoot Pheromone" he purchased from Tosh Plumlee ( a bargain at $500 k, along with the patent leather pumps James Files wore to perform an impromptu version of Puttin' on the Ritz with Otto Skornezy, in the carpark behind the picket fence, after he saw his mercury tipped bullet slam into JFKs skull) he disappeared into the forests of the Pacific Northwest... appearing 13 days later arm in arm with Travis Walton and David Lifton, the latter uses fresh Sqatch droppings as part of his beauty regime, is like listening to individuals whose only experience of aquatic sports etc comes from splashing about in the shallow end of their local swimming pool, or watching Jaws or the Creature from the Black Lagoon, rhapsodising about the mysteries of the deepest ocean. Such are the depths of their warped imaginations that depth ceases to be measured by the senses alone....it is deep simply because they say it is deep. Like the photos and films are fake simply because they say they are...

Their combined insight is every bit as shallow as the chlorinated water they dip their delicate little toesies in, imagining they are Captain Ahab or the captain of the Flying Dutchman..in their troofers mindseye they can see the foaming waves crash starboard side, they can hear the howling wind moan...and in the far distance, shimmering in the horizon they see the troof emerging..they are Cortez and Lt Col Proutys fables have become the silvery sands of Hispaniola...

Troofers like to declare the obvious with an air of discovery.. except if John Butler has just devoured a double prune vindaloo..then its almost impossible to discover much less declare anything as the air is obviously stained with the particularly piquant aroma of Troof...

Once again it's the combination of arrogance and ignorance I find most disconcerting. Little Barnie gleefully excreting bilious clouds of cliche ridden non sequitur.. if he was Pliny describing the eruption of Mount Vesuvius he'd be too busy gazing at his own reflection..." The New Roman Times said a mountain exploded or something...but they are just stooges of the SPQR complex...it was obviously the Galilean false parchment operation"...If a fool is someone who mistakes his own foolishness for wisdom Little Barnie can fairly be described as a fool...

Worse than that, like so many troofers he has become enamoured, intoxicated even , by the depths of his stupidity..

I fucking despise clowns like him. Completely narrow-minded and intolerant of opposing viewpoints. I can't comment about 9/11 because quite simply I don't possess the necessary technical knowledge to offer an educated opinion...in the claustrophobic netherworlds the troofers inhabit that comment would constitute virtual heresy...the less the troofer knows about a subject the more certain they are they know it... but having suffered through his various effusions, gushing out in great incontinent streams of incoherent piss... forming fresh puddles for the 13 Inch Headed to marvel at.. I can pretty much tell little Barnie, like the rest of his troofer collective knows fuck all about history...

Possessing a shallow bird like intellect he picks at information ;ill assorted fragments, he then proceeds to twist and twist and twist again... Totally vacuous gullible and lacking even the most basic comprehension. Unable to process and synthesis information, most of all completely lacking historical perspective. It takes decades, a lifetime in fact and even then you never stop learning. Theres a vast difference between a narrow mind and the mind that stubbornly refuses to be broadened. There is a similar difference between ignorance and a lack of knowledge. Ignorance persists inspite of knowledge..

" For God sake become an expert" that one terrifying statement encapsulates the mixture of arrogance and ignorance that is so prevalent among the majority of self styled troofers. They read not to broaden their minds and perspectives, on the contrary, but to ensure both remain narrow. If Plato was alive today instead of the allegory of the cave I'm almost positive he'd have written the allegory of the internet troofer. They ( rather the vast majority) so immerse themselves in their tiny little miniverse, populated solely by individuals who share their biases and warped perceptions of what constitutes " reality" they simply refuse to countenance the existence ( or indeed the very possibility of existence) of a world, a universe, a reality, call it what you will, outside their narrow parameters...

Look at Baggins and the hardcore H and L cultsters...

In the past quarter century the rise of the internet and the phenomenon of the online troofer has underlined, with a visceral , often brutal,  clarity, one of the great historical truisms..

A little knowledge in the wrong hands can be a truly dangerous proposition...

But back to Baggins and his latest thread...Baggins likes to simplify the complicated ;while at the same time , he delights in complicating what is essentially simple.

To claim Allen Dulles was the " ringmaster" is not only a gross oversimplification ,it's an even grosser misreading of the contemporary political climate. Having the Old Man, brooding in bitter exile, slumped at his desk, his carpet slippered feet balancing precariously on top of the portable tv..trying to watch the baseball through the dense ,almost Sherlockian fug of acrid pipe smoke , as the faithful Eduardo tries to get his attention.." So I spoke to Bill and the boys down at JMWAVE"..is a satisfying and alluring image... appealing both emotionally and intellectually.

On a deeper more profound level it speaks to us in the language of good and evil.. It has echoes of the psuedo religious undercurrent that underpins so much of what the hard core troofers call " research"

Dulles the deskbound mass murderer, the subverter of democracy, protector and enabler of participants in genocide, the man who tried to mix Darwinism with a homicidal Manichaeism..how many of his fellow 20th century monsters still have airports named after them? Dulles succeeded because he remained in the shadows..he was content pulling the strings..the glow of his pipe in a darkened room was spotlight enough.. The perfect villain..he was the virtual embodiment of the Cold War, and the antithesis of everything JFK stood for.

And E Howard Hunt too...buffoon, career failure, cartoon spook in his trenchcoat and hat, peering out from under the brim, his grey eyes cold and lifeless with hate... hating anyone who wasn't an echo of himself..He made a career out of fucking up...but there he was time and time again.. turning up at the crucial moments..to oil the hinges of history..

If they were involved imho both Dulles and Hunt were part of the patsy chain. Stand by fall guys..

If Dulles WAS the puppet master, or the ringmaster , surely he wouldn't have used Ruth Paine ...someone who could be linked directly to him? 

Many of the heavy hitters who connived to pervert justice, who contributed to the cover up, did so, imho at least, for a variety of different reasons. Not all were conspirators.

By all accounts by this stage, mid/late 63, Dulles was way past it, a doddering old man, could he have been involved? Certainly, in some capacity, but not pulling the strings. With the bizarre asymmetrical routing of Oswald's files: their segregation from the main system, the unexplained ( inexplicable?) detours and the post facto shenanigans viz Mexico City , I'd be more inclined to think Angleton served as the conspirators conduit to the innermost intel sanctums..The timing( at the start of the post Watergate Inquisitions) , and the thinly veiled intent,  behind the barbed comment " I'm not privy to who Struck John" ( elliptical, sinister and imbued with the disembodied poetics of a true discipline of Eliot and Ezra Pound) has always struck me as significant. Angletons typically enigmatic utterances could be viewed as a warning shot across the bows... likewise the phantasmal memo,  written by Helms,  reminding Angleton they still were a cover story light, regarding E Howard Hunt's unexplained sojourn to the Big D,. I think Jimmy was telegraphing, and none too subtly, if I go down you're all coming down with me. 

Certain researchers have gotten far too hung up on acronyms, the alphabet soup of agencies..forget the names on the office doors, or the various letterheads, it's the people inside that matter..this operation was far subtler than that. A small tightly bonded paramilitary unit, with a handful of expendable " outside contractors" and someone(s) near the top of the national security infrastructure.

The lone nut frame and the cover up were seperate entities entirely, with only a silk cord connecting them, at the highest level.

The fucking cartoon caricatures of vast Conspiratorial organisation, with J Edgar  dressed as Dr Evil, stroking Clyde Tolson who purrs contentedly on his knee....involving half  of the DC establishment, a virtual who's who, including Bush pere, at the time a candidate for the Senate, I know politics in Texas was rough and ready, but surely this is going a bit too far..." Hiya my name is George Bush and I'm running for Senate..( voice comes crackling through the radio) excuse me for just a minute madam..( speaking into radio) " tell Otto to stop fucking around up there... and tell Jimmy to use the Fireball..oh yeh do we know how many Oswald's there are in the Depository? Three? And two Mrs Reids!! Two David Ferries!!! Whose planning this fucking operation? Goddamn Noah??...sorry madam eh i'm organising the Nativity play at my son's school..in fact he's wandering around here somewhere...if you see him, or a dark complected Cuban with a radio hanging out his back pocket, oh yeh and a midget FBI agent in a toupee wearing a facemask and a trilby hat will you tell them I'll be up on the 2nd floor of the Dal Tex...in the cupboard with " Ruth Ann" and Mary Pinchot Meyer"...

Armstrong have mercy on us all..

This is exactly what I mean about shallow one dimensional thinking. George Bush and was in the CIA ergo he was involved in the assassination... doing what exactly? Aside from the fact Proutys fairy tales about naming the ships( Zapata and Barbara J) for the Bahia de Cochinos is proveable bullshit, Bush was most likely an enabler, supplying cash and logistic assistance for various Carribbean operations..he was not an operator. Having a recognisable public figure, running for Senate at the time, loitering around outside the supposed crime scene is going to help the assassination how?

Unless he and Ed Lansdale had arranged to fight a duel over the favours of a certain 19 year old femme fatale/ science genius .. they'd met her , doing handstands at one of Sparky Rubinstein's famous soirées " she's the only girl who looks better upside down" Ed drooled,, his experiences in the Filipino jungles had left him with a voracious appetite for all manner of depraved sexual gymnastics.. like Ralph Cinque after he discovered Doggy Disco Dancing ( Ralph, and Cervical Smear, an eyewateringly well hung Irish wolfhounds routine to " You can leave your hat on" went viral,accumulating over 134 million views , the video being titled " How I was stretched by my Texas Hound" )  ...Pistols on the knoll at 12 30 on Friday the 22nd..For this year's Trollpunkomime I think I'll ROKCify Forrest Gump....Forrest Dump.. Minnie Mouses Adventure through Time and Space..

Opening scene...a Hilda Ogden* lookalike totters out of a terraced house in Liverpool...with a fire extinguisher stuffed down the front of her smouldering torreador pants...

Voice over in a strong Liverpudlian accent..." This ugly bitch with a flaming pie just appeared before my eyes Macca..no I didn't bring any pills back from our tour in Scotland, you old Paul Ramon you...I'm telling you this ugly bitch with these really thick glasses like, riding on a magical pumpkin pulled by flying mice, with a flaming pie..yes you could see the fookin' smoke... like the act that little twat Allan Williams put on at the Jacaranda the last week... Jimbo Baggins and his Hellacious Hobbits... the lead singer stopped halfway through Blue Moon of Kentucky when his fookin crotch caught on fire and these fookin' hairless squirrels came scurrying out of the bottom of his drainpipes...next time we're in NEMs we need to ask Eppy to get drainpipes with see through pant cuffs ... they looked gear..anywa a this ugly bitch with a flaming pie did tell me from now on you are Beatles with an A"

* For Americans and Australians unscarred and unscathed by Coronation Street a suitable equivalent might be Margaret Hamilton aka the Wicked Witch of the West or Bea from Prisoner of Cell Block H...

Alex Wilson wrote:Many of the heavy hitters who connived to pervert justice, who contributed to the cover up, did so, imho at least, for a variety of different reasons. Not all were conspirators.

Potential reasons to cover up, in no particular order and including plotters, agencies, mere mortal witnesses and polce:

Fear of the bomb
Fear of authority
Fear of real or imagined plotters
Ego (solving cases, becoming heroes)
Involvement in the plot
Not wanting involvment in the case or investigation
Hiding incompetence
Naional Security
"National Security"
So as not to reveal unrelated sources and operations
To maintain social cohesion
Friendship
To save careers
To stop other investigations
To protect personal data of innocent people
To protect personal data of "innocent" people
Kneejerk reaction
Sniffing the wind and knowing on which side you need to fall

May I add:
Not wanting to go where Oswald went.