THE ONLY THING TO FEAR ABOUT INEVITABILITY IS THE INEVITABLE ITSELF or A PORTRAIT OF THE HOLLOW MEN IN MOTION

Mistah Koch he brain dead


A kopeck for Old Pigby and Little Barnie 


We are the hollow men


The over stuffed men


With our empty heads hanging down like invisible titties 


 our headpieces bleed straw an' you tube ditties


Seeking the consolation of a dead man's hand


A leader misunderstood,  save for our noble band


The hollow men 


The over stuffed men


With halos atop our heads all rich with straw


Dazzling with dreams dead with full spectrum awe


A prickly pear shaped like a pair of pricks


A pair of pricks, 


Licked by a dick with a waistline  


        At least two Zapruder thick


The driver? , he wear a hat , singin' " kill me quick "


As he fired his gun with a lazy flick


Of the  wrist


What's this?


What's this?


A pear of pricks for a prickly pair?


Hey! Mistah Fezzo sir, quick! Looky over there!


Master Jimbo say a pair of doppels jus' went a bopplin'


                            Outa the very thinnest air!


I do declare!


A prickly pear or just a pair of pricks?


At least thirty three Zapruder thick


A fake mom in a doorway?


You don't say?


                                Quick then,  before the photo man he come an' blimp 'er 




This is how a 13 inch head explodes


This is how a 13 inch head explodes 


This is how 60 years of dreams corrode


Not with a trump but with a whimper 


Apologies for the ( thankfully) brief visit to the Burnham/ Drago/ Dragoo 2nd Floor Lunchroom of Disembodied Poetics ( Curator/ Poetaster in Residence Jim Hackett II,  author of Deep Political Haiku of the Century,  " The troof it shines/ like a diamond/ in a goat's behind " Check out our upcoming exhibit,  an audio video installation by the pioneer of minimalist gibberish,  Fezzo da Fez  partly inspired by Artauds Theatre of Cruelty and by Oscar the Grouch goes fingerpainting)

But, after perusing the latest horrors in the grotesque mass psychotic breakdown , otherwise known as the " Inevitable....56 years thread " , currently a whopping 1210 pages long,  it was either start a thread, book a one way ticket to Sanibel Island or dig out great uncle Smither's trusty service revolver,  gorge myself on the " nutritional supplements " I ordered from infowars, and  metaphorically speaking at least,  drink a last glass of Chateau Pereguey 1856, throw my last gold rubles into the prettiest dancers shoes and step outside,  into the unforgiving arms of the cold grey dawn....

The likes of Koch,  little Barnie and the newly reinvigorated Pigby ( and never has a nickname been so perfectly apt- Raul, echoing the shadowy eminence grise , deeply implicated in setting up James Earl Ray,  and Pigby,  a devastatingly accurate,  onomatopoeiac almost,  name for the puce faced porcine snouted would be provocateur, flushed with a totally unwarranted sense of intellectual self satisfaction. As if HE and HE alone has the wit and the insight to unravel the riddles of the ages, exposing the dark secrets at the very heart of the hellish consumerism playground called freedom) and their jaw dropping antics are a perfect microcosm for the deep malaise that has transformed the good ship assassination research into a rotting parasite infested hulk. 

Saying that,  the opposite side, rather the , oooh and how beautifully fucking apt,  the near identical doppelganger ( albeit reflected back via a succession of distorting fun house mirrors,  after all the trick is,  and has always been,  control BOTH sides of the faux debate,  while making both sides believe that they,  and they alone are the noble heirs of the sons and daughters of Freedom,  carrying the tattered banner, stained with the blood of heroes into battle against the forces of oppression and tyranny) ain't much better. 

Ms Sharp , unwittingly or not,  is acting as the standard bearer for an archaic regressive approach to so called " conspiracy research " , an approach that ultimately failed,  and failed quite catastrophically. 

Fizzling out,  and becoming a bastardised form of genealogy,  getting hopelessly entangled,  then lost in an interlinking warren of seemingly bottomless rabbit holes. 

Tom Scullyitis,  mingled with a hefty dose of revisionist fantasy and,  I'm afraid to say,  a bias driven determination to remain stubbornly ignorant of the actual,  empirical,  factually based history of WW2. 

Including the myriad causes and effects.

If so and so knew so and so and if so and so once took a dump back in 1936 in the club so and so bought , 20 years later,  and if so in so was in Dallas....you get the picture..

Some people just refuse to learn,  rather their predispositions and deeply held beliefs allow them to convince themselves that each new mistake is actually some sort of progress 

The miraculous LaFitte " datebook ", complete with coyly worded publishers disclaimer,  was just the latest in a long line of iron pyrite nuggets,  no amount of frantic polishing ( and fevered speculation) could turn to gold. 

A conspiracentric riff on the old medieval alchemists fable of the Philosopher's Stone. 

I'm only slightly exaggerating when I say I wouldn't have been all that surprised if the late Mr Albarelli and his amanuensis in chief,  didn't try to link Flamel,  or even the Count of Saint Germain' to the assassination. 

Maybe Fulcanelli helped storyboard the Z fake, what say you, Master Pigby?

This ill disciplined,  ideologically driven school of assassination research,  which,  arguably reached its apotheosis on Deep fOO- with its almost fanatical intolerance for opposing views,  and seeming predilection for toying with the trappings of authoritarianism ( a mania for " outing "those who dare speak out against the Orthodox gospels, oft repeated fantasies of punishment,  legal accountability and,  not to mention,  the frequent use of banning) combined with the rise of the oxymoronically called alternative media,  encouraged the trickle of tin foil hatted zanies,  bigots, alt right  hatemeisters,  who use the trappings of conspiracism to mask far darker agendas,  to become a virtual torrent. 

Encouraged by " mainstream conspiracy figures " almost unbelievably myopia and lack of discernment. 

Saying all that,  their missteps pale into insignificance next to the insidious hate filled garbage,  gleefully disgorged by the appalling Master Koch and his wannabe psychologist sidekick. 

Although Little Barnie did manage add a little much needed  humour to the otherwise  depressing  humourless  farrago. A depressingly predictable and insipid character,  intoxicated by the fact he has an actual IDEA rattling around his futuristically minimalist pied a terre of a head( ie it's absolutely empty,  save for the chic black wallpaper,  single chair,  a modernist pine reproduction of a Louis Quinze,  naturallement and the lone light bulb, swinging hungrily from the ceiling,  like a newly constructed gibbet,  no wait,  it was a goalpost, duh) and enamoured by his feat,  actually managing to read A WHOLE FUCKING BOOK,  now , not only considers himself an intellectual,  but some sort of subversive anarcho philosophical/ psychological wunderkind. 

A sheepeler on the hunt for a flock of sheeple ( in the old days he would have been forced to scrawl his manifesto on lavatory walls,  or place discreetly worded ads in, er,  " specialist " magazines,  the sort I can imagine Ben Cole idly flicking through, under the dim red light in his steamy Bangkok pad,  waiting for more inspiration to strike....Egad,  I wonder if Jim would let me write a panygeric for Mr Buffalo Horns for K and K? )

Anyhoo,  Little Barnie did manage to ( inadvertently) come up with a nugget of pure 24 carat comedy gold..

Lately he's been singing the praises of a certain 19th century French doctor cum embryonic psychologist,  in particular,  his book " The Crowd" - influenced primarily by his experiences in the Franco Prussian War, specifically the ill fated Paris Commune. 

Gustav Le Bon ( and,  no, Mr Scully, before you start wondering,  he wasn't the 6th cousin,  twice removed,  of the mother, of the uncle,  of the sister of the chihuahua who formed Duran Duran)

In its day Le Bon and his book were influential,  dissecting crowd mentality and discussing methods of possible control/ manipulation. He was ( a marginal) influence on both Hitler and Mussolini.  The former being far more impressed,  and inspired by Gobineau,  Chamberlain, Wagner and his cult of Gerrmanism,  and the anti semitic populist mayor of Vienna,  Kurt Lueger,  who understood the crucial importance of mobilising a strong working class base for the Far Right nationalists. Reading Hitler's Political Testament,  dictated to Frau Junge,  approximately 72 hours or so before he jumped in a flying saucer and headed for Antarctica,  via Bariloche,  with Eva, his daughter,  Bormann,  Fegelein and all his chums,  no wait,  my Zionist mind kontrol implant has been playing up of late, of course what I meant to say was , just 72 hours or so before he committed suicide in his sitting room,  in the Bunker,  deep below the ruins of Berlin,  you can still easily see the profound impact of the German nationalism of the old Austro Hungarian Empire. Fundamentally,  politically and ideologically speaking,  the Hitler who left Vienna was the Hitler who died beneath Berlin. 

His mind, poisoned by Morrell's drugs, megalomania, Parkinson's disease etc, narrow and littered with a hodge podge of half digested ideas, remained curiously ossified. 

Anyhoo,  one of Le Bon's main interests was Celaphometry....THE MEASURING OF HEADS

Perfect!! He would have been in head measurin' nirvana!! 

Barnie and his chum Koch, who is, quite simply a loathsome human being,  lacking any sort of compassion,  reason or understanding. An over entitled semi literate psuedo reactionary  thug, ( the latter , despite his claims of " reading over 250 books ") quite clearly don't really give a fuck about the assassination. 

Their knowledge is somewhere between superficial and non existent. 

They have hijacked the subject for their own malign ends. Koch, for political motives,  spreading his warped narrative to,  what he obviously assumed would be, a receptive audience. I suspect Little Barnie is more interested in the mental masturbation angle. A loathsome character,  who has unsurprisingly resorted to labelling his self declared enemies , using terminology that would have made Julius Streicher himself weep prophetic tears...

Terms of endearment like " animals " and " intellectual vegetables" , echoes of another intellectual titan, Michael Clark. 

Little Barnies " 20 reasons thread" , designed,  no doubt,  to further underline his ineffable unsurpasseable moral and intellectual superiority,  as he peers down from his private jet, Triumph of the Will like, at the hapless masses cowering beneath his mighty eagles shaped shadow  was , in reality, little more than a testament to colossal smugness,  impenetrable ignorance 

Designed,  no doubt,  to emphasize his sophistication and superiority.. it was like Hello!magazine,  mixed with The Physicians Desktop Reference,  with a smattering of pseudo Mein Kampf like subtlety. 

Just horrendous brain rotting bilge

His " ideas", superficial and passe as they are,  and filtered through a lumpen shroud of cliche and stilted penmanship,  amounted to little more than a novice conspiracists attempt at self justification. 

Not once, in between the clumsy pastiche,  about as fresh and modern as the wilting plastic leaves of a exotic potplant,  perfect for a swinging 60s scenesters bachelor pad,  the inevitable cliches and unwieldy attempts at cod psychoanalysis,  did he mention the word " fact"

Or stipulate exactly WHAT conspiracy he meant. 

Little Barnie sez : if you don't want to be a sheeple,  act like a sheep. Don't bother your woolly little minds with stuff like facts, evidence, taking each on it's own specific merits,  everything is a conspiracy!! If you don't realise this you're obviously a dumb over emotional vegetable...

Pigby is a different story entirely. From Greer shot JFK,  every film was altered,  he's graduated to the heady heights of propaganda conduit...but maybe, in a way,  he always was. As if he's determined to associate " assassination research " with the most horrendously harebrained dreck. I can't believe he's actually serious,  his sporadic seriocomedic spurts of verbal diahorrea, are surely a lame attempt at humour? Some sort of gadfly,  using Ken Dodds old diddy stick to tickle the funny bones of a crowd of sour faced self righteous fucking buffoons. 

If he IS serious then Armstrong have mercy on him. 

Apart from this forum -well almost,  Greg Doudna seems determined to turn casuistry into an artform. His frenetic defence of the Quaker Charity lady was bad enough,  but his latest foray into advanced sophistry,  trying to argue LHO was responsible for the Walker shooting ( I note in passing  his fellow casual casuist,  and Twat for All Seasons,  Ben Cole,  wrote a similar piece for K and Ks)- and a handful of serious researchers, who keep their biases firmly under check,  and respect the subject, ive lost any lingering respect I had for the capabilities ( seriously questioning the motives of a not inconsiderable minority) of the research community at large. 

Most especially their po faced sanctimony,  self righteousness,  lack of genuine analytical skills,  their sometimes shocking lack of knowledge,  their dogmatism and most of all this seeming mania to transform the abyss into a mirror,  reflecting their own biases and fixations. 

Imho Prayerman is last chance saloon. The blade of Alexander's sword poised to slice through the Lord Gordian knot, and finally free the case from decades of dead weight and bullshit 

My biggest fear is any potential breakthrough will be politicised and hijacked. 

One of the bitterest ironies is the fact that JFK became such a threat to the entrenched system,  then in the process of coalescing into the multi faceted supranational monstrosity , because he understood tribalism,  nationalism,  organized religion,  class and ethnic based divisions are the cancers of the modern post industrial age. As they were in ages past, and in ages , as yet unborn, The most effective means of control, because,  essentially division means control. 

And, yet, here we are,  nearly 60 fucking years, half a century plus 10 , down the road,  and characters,  purportedly researching the truth behind his assassination,  are helping to perpetuate these very same divisions. 

No fucking wonder I choose sometimes to seek out the low door in the wall, that takes me to the enchanted kingdom , on the other side of the Looking Glass,  where I can lounge around in the doorway with a hookah smoking doppelganger or three, or wander through a magical Potemkin village,  with a bulbous headed grey insectoid alien,  a shapeshifting Hungarian polyglot,  who can change into a dumpy fake mom,  or a plump grey haired woman...

We are the hollow men 

The stuffed men 

Our lunchroom filled with straw

Believin' in shit

                          Nobody ever saw

Just because 

Just because 

And Hitler he had two fuckin' baws 

This is how a 13 inch head bursts

This is how a 13 inch head bursts

Like a doppelgang'd Dealey Plaza blimp'er 

Not with a bang...but with a whimper





     
       

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Better late than never.

Sometimes I cringe when I read through some of my comments. God and Armstrong knows I ain't no paragon,  and I have more than just my fair share of flaws. By lampooning those who claim almost preternatural abilities,  enabling them to see beyond the horizon.: further,  deeper and wider than anyone else,  whilst,  at the same time,  possessing the insight to unlock the hidden truths of the human heart ( soul and mind) I most definitely do not claim to possess any such gifts. 

Far from it

Most of the characters I attempt ( with varying degrees of success) to satirise are fundamentally decent human beings,  who understand the need to right a great wrong,  cognizant too of the fact we all still,  to a greater or lesser extent,  are living under the lingering shadow of that wrong 

And the countless subsequent wrongs. 

After all darkness only breeds more darkness. 

However Koch and Little Barnie ( and I suspect a couple of others) are dangerous idiots. Useful idiots in the truest sense.  They are playing around with horrendous words, images and sentiments.  Doing so while celebrating their militant ignorance and colossal lack of understanding. 

Never mind humility and humanity 

Using the feral sparks, flying from the incendiary imagery they play with,  like toddlers with a matchbox,  to light their cigars, as they loll around at the petrol pumps,  cursing the poor harassed immigrant worker for not filling up their gleaming black SUV fast enough 

Koch,  I suspect has a vague awareness of true nature of the inflammatory junk he peddles with such vociferous glee. 

Little Barnie,  alas, is one of the casualties of the internet age; the inevitable product of a culture that values style over substance. A wannabe instigator who has far too much time on his hands,  and far too little in his mind to fill it.

Treating knowledge as if it was a mere commodity. Splashing around in the shallow water,  never more than a sentence or two deep,  trying to make as much noise as possible 

Clowns like this are invariably attracted to Nazi symbolism/ mythology,  primarily for the shock value,  but also because they identify with some of the doctrine. Albeit even further mangled,  contaminated and polluted by the various wannabe alt right/ neo nazi demagogues.

These so called culture wars are just another sham, a carefully calibrated reworking of the age old " divide and conquer " strategy. 

The key word of course isn't culture,  it's war.

The trick is,  and has always been,  focus on what separates rather than what unites. Build up false idols to be both demonized and idolised 

Use different words to tell the same old story. 

Make people hate themselves more by turning hatred into a positive attribute,  by ensuring the hatred of the " other" is merely a reflection of all we hate most about ourselves. 

Koch,  Little Barnie and company are the true children of the Idiocracy. 

Flaunting a handful of knowledge ( and I will show you fear in a handful of dust) like it was a fucking designer watch or a sleek new Lamborghini 

Calling fellow human beings " animals " and " vegetables " on a public forum,  Koch sending someone as basically inoffensive as Ron Bulman a vicious PM, dripping with real venom etc etc. are terrifying symptoms of the deep moral emotional and intellectual malaise. 

The co opting of assassination research,  first by the coalescent troof movement post 9/11, and the influx of all manner of fringe zanies,  touting all manner of far out shite, and finally by the alt right manosphere hate merchants,  not to mention the unequivocal welcome accorded by an assortment of enablers,  shysters,  egomaniacs and plain old bullshit merchants,  the assorted enablers,  egomaniacs, con artists,  shysters and plain old fashioned bullshit merchants,  of the self appointed Conspiratocracy,  has been nothing less than calamitous 

I suspect the upcoming 60th anniversary will be transformed,  or at least certain individuals will try their damndest to transform it into a grotesque tabloid feeding frenzy/ bastard zombie reboot of the QAnon circus. 

Remember the 50th? The emergence of the OIC? 

Different pincers,  different masks but the same monster lurking beneath. 

Doubt and uncertainty are two of the greatest tools,  in their wake trails fear itself and all it's fiery minions. 

Driving home the sense of utter helplessness and powerlessness. 

Doubt is a greater, more potentially destructive enemy than the lone nutist fable. 

It's been 60 years! We'll never know what REALLY happened 

But we would have known if it wasn't for those fucking  Republicans/ Democrats/ Poor/ Black/ Latino/ women/ commies/ jews / ( enter favourite villain here)

Doubt and division 

Exploiting fear for political reasons. 

Knowing for sure that Oswald was innocent is the only the first step on the path towards enlightenment. 

Freeing oneself from the shackles of 60 years worth of deceit and deception. 

For the truth that languishs,  unknown in the darkness of ignorance,  can be used to serve those who seek to keep us all comfortably wrapped in darkness. 

Is there a difference between a truth unknown and a lie? 

Thanks to Jeremy for posting my little pastiche on the thread in question. 

The Hollow men indeed. Never happy unless they're making themselves hollower

The Hollow Men - one of my favorite poems.

I don't think TS would object.

Alex your prose is Shakespearean
Until I read of casuistry and my name
With regard to my humble prose
(On Oswald and Walker and a call for a reopened case); not my game

I realized the maestro with words
So right in other ways
Had written those words 
Without reading whereof he says
(Right?)

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greg_parker wrote:The Hollow Men - one of my favorite poems.

I don't think TS would object.

Neither do I since I believe there exists a parallel between Eliot's perception of the decline of European society and how he would likely have perceived the crushing cultural effect of the JFKA.

A tour de force Alex.

Please accept my apologies Greg. 

I was talking about your argument,  and not about you personally. 

Although I don't often agree with your conclusions,  I enjoy reading your articles/ posts. And, as I mentioned before, I admire your tenacity and respect your willingness to defend a heroically unfashionable position. Having the guts to face your sternest critics, instead of opting for the less strenuous alternative. 

Following the footsteps of the doppelganger brigade ( and others), as they trudge along,  in their obligatory two by two formation, the well trodden coward's path, lined with strawmen and similar effigies. 

Adopting the favoured tactics of everyone's favourite goateed hobbit, Fezzo the Fez,  the histrionic human melodrama that he is, and, not forgetting the geniuses genius himself,  theinimitable Professor Sanford,  who , while cowering behind the hollow mask of faux gentility, the intellectual equivalent of asbestos cladding,  they felt sufficiently emboldened to gleefully distort, misrepresent and outright lie about Greg,  and others arguments. 

Despite their blatant chicanery and sleight of hand they stil contrived to  fuck up ;failing abysmally to offer a plausible explanation of the myriad flaws and often laughable discrepancies. 

Thank you for your incredibly kind words. Although I have to refuse the compliment. I am to Shakespeare what Nicholas Breakspear was to poetry,  and indeed Pope Adrian IV himself was to Papal diplomacy. 

Although, now you come to mention it , I do have an Ever Living Bard related confession,  or two to make. 

I just happened to be in the DARPA jumproom next to Obama and Andrew Basangio ( sp?) when they were transported to Venus, where they were almost devoured by carnivorous Pleisosaurs and a couple of passing Pissasaurs.  Sharing my jumproom was a certain porcine snouted frump and a bull necked all American boy.

We were flung back through the vortex, just avoiding being trapped in Mahler's suitcase full of unwashed skiddy y fronts,  landing back in late Elizabethan/ early Jacobean England. 

The gurning frump, Judyth became the muse for a certain struggling playwright/ poet, who subsequently immortalised her as " the Dark Lady"( Please see the soon to be published blockbuster,   Romeo,  Juliet,  Me and Lee( Trine Day) a heartwrenching account of 4 star crossed lovers and their double dates)

While,  bizarrely enough,  the bull necked all American met the same playwright/ poet, who ended up chronicling his tragic menage, as " the  Fair Youth", with the Dark Lady and the poet himself.

I,  on the other hand,  ended up in  far less glamorous surroundings,  selling 2nd hand gunpowder,  for Larsen and Sons,  outside a brothel on Fishwive's Lane 

My only brush with history came in early November 1605, when a slovenly disreputable looking character came sidling up to me, " Looky here mister" he grunted,  in a strange heathen accent,  " my name be Guido Butler Fawkes,  but you can just call me Guy, I is looking to purchase several barrels of gunpowder,  we is having a serious infestation of furry critters,  and prithee sir, they be not the furry critters I desireth "

I think I know who the real Shakespeare was too, the SECOND Shakespeare,  so to speak,  who actually wrote the plays. 

But you'll all just have to wait until Trine Day publishes my discoveries, in 3D pop up book format,  initially pioneered by Doug Caddy

P.S Thank you kindly Jake and Greg.  You both know how much I have always respected your respective work, research and opinions. Your generous words mean a great deal

Jake, our CIA implants must be on the same frequency,  because your words are an almost exact echo of my original thoughts. 

Eliot used his unusually privileged position ( as an American,  even one from a blue blooded Boston Brahmin brood) : an outsider,  albeit one with access to some of the highest,  most exalted socio political intellectual circles,  to produce two of the most searing unflinching and insightful comments ( requiems) for the passing of the Age of Empire. 

Articulating the fear and uncertainty that permeated as the world,  with the mud of Flanders barely scrubbed out of it's plus fours and newly bobbed hair, turned it's eyes, still heavily pregnant with death, towards the New Age, emerging out of the vast greyness like the prow of a mighty ship, gliding silenty into Ellis Island. 

The Wasteland and the Hollow Men blow me away afresh each time I read them. Eliot's words never losing their power to conjure up more images. Each subsequent one just as startling as the last. 

Apart from Jeremy,  Tom , DR Neiderhut ( Harvard Medical School Class of 83 y'all) and,  to be fair he's risen quite a bit in my estimation,  by showing glimpses of a mordant self deprecating wit,  and a couple of other stalwarts,  the remainder completely missed the point of my little satire. 

Using,  rather misusing my parody as ammunition/ fodder, or perhaps a lubricant before recommencing their seemingly endless folie a deux. 

Ms Sharp,  displaying the hardened conspiracists bizarre presumptuous illogic,  immediately declared I am the doppelganger of K and Ks Paul Bleau,  or is he my doppelganger? Goo goo j'joob...

I am he as you are me and both you and me once visited a nightclub,  that used to be a restaurant,  that used to be owned by someone who knew someone who once got on a bus with Lord Kitchener's valet....

Maybe Messrs Lennon and Carroll could adjudicate? 

I find this " deep dive " micro genealogical research style as essentially meaningless as it is unproductive ( not to mention maddeningly confusing) Your visibility lessens the deeper you go, until you end up scrabbling around amidst the rotten hulks of ancient wrecks on the ocean floor,  getting lost in the vast catacombs of hollow dreamlike caverns and entangled in the slimy mass of weeds and reeds, swaying,  almost drunkenly in time with the dark flurries of slowly ebbing water

I know a little about Skorzeny and his milieu,  having taught myself German for the express purpose of reading documents/ autobiographies etc in the original,  having often found the translations seriously flawed. 

Skorzeny ( and his wife) was an inveterate self mythologiser. Once you manage to sift through his own inventions,  and those of Goebbels propaganda unit,  and actually get down to the nitty gritty of his actual military career ( as opposed to over glamorous mythomania) and his , often clumsy and bungling post war exploits,  to imagine he would be employed as some sort of black  ops svengali for arguably THE covert op of the last century,  is pure fantasy 

This " the whole world and his dog( German Shepherd of course)" approach,  charting out labyrinthine complex assassination cabals, is, imho,  ahistorical. I'm no expert,  and I'm most certainly no intelligence insider, but from what I've gleaned,  operations,  especially back in the day, just didn't work like that. 

Vast, cumbersome,  unwieldy networks. These things were ruthlessly compartmentalised and run on the principle of K.I.S.S. 

To my mind Larry Hancock has come closest to articulating how,  imho, it went down. 

A small,  closely bonded operational unit,  deployed as on the ground mechanics,  who were controlled/ betrayed/ traduced and,  ultimately possibly eliminated by contact(s) who in turn received support/ turn of the head approval by individuals in the highest echelons of the supranational power control nexus. 

The actual mechanics of the assassination have been over complicated,  with imaginations allowed to run riot. Imho too, benefactors and post facto cover up facilitators have been mistaken for actual conspirators. Often, it's not the hand that pulls the trigger,  or orders the trigger be pulled, which ultimately lifts the bloodied crown to place upon the newly royal brow. 

Often it's the ones in the shadows, in whose own hands the strings are held,  who step forward after the deed is done. Having watched in careful silence,  awaiting the outcome. 

Others acted out of fear, and simple self preservation. Relying upon a nebulous,  ill defined set of links is like reducing the assassination to one dimension. 

The highest echelons,  above mere cosmetic divides are , were , and,  probably  forever will be a nebulous,  ever changing ever competing organism,  rather organisms,  wrestling for ultimate supremacy 
and most definitely not the cartoonish notions of NWO Illuminati blood drinking baby eating lizard cabals from the lower fourth dimension. 

Pick your villain and then work backwards,  grabbing onto any straw, relying on highly dubious witnesses,  interpretations etc, is, imho at least,  a one way street to deadendsville..

However I do respect Ms Sharp and the late Hank Albarelli ( A Terrible Mistake was, and remains an essential work)

What I  like most about this forum,  apart from the obvious: unparalleled research,  great individuals with an equally great sense of humour,  is the genuine lack of malice. 

And fucking politics. 

And a strident one size fits all mentality regarding conspiracy. Accusing any poor sod who has the sheer affrontery and audacity to raise a question about x or y conspiracy of being a fucking disinformation agent or a lone neuter 

Mr Cotter speaks about authoritarianism,  and perhaps he has a point,  but my point was the trappings of authoritarianism aren't limited to one side. 

It's this blinkered self righteous fanaticism I abhor. This seeming eagerness to adopt the tactics of those they purportedly despise. Intolerant humourless zealotry. 

Is Matthew Koch going to be transformed into the next Ernst Zundel? The jocularly self proclaimed Gandhi of the Right?

Reading Pigby's references to Bidenescu and CIA occupied Kyiv , I didn't know if I should laugh or cry 

This turn a blind eye myopia,  the determination to not only ignore one's own failures , whilst projecting them on the " other" is sheer lunacy 

I abhor Holocaust Denial with every fibre of my being but I don't think the deniers should be banned, or imprisoned,  nor do I believe denial should be criminalized 

Why?

Despite from the fact it gives them a wholly spurious false allure ( appealing to the wildest most indiscriminately conspiracy inclined amongst us: " The evil gubmint is banning the troof again ")
The best way to defeat the deniers arguments, rather non arguments is to let them try and explain them.

Put them under any sort of spotlight and they implode,  like all creatures of the darkness do.

Likewise,  I would let our MAGA chums , and indeed political fanatics of all persuasions,  expound, berate,  sneer and condescend to their hearts content. 

However,  to try to connect the assassination of a President,  one of the rare handful of courageous human beings,  who understood our common humanity is our greatest attribute,  before which all else pales into insignificance,  with such polarising doctrine, is something I strongly oppose. 

Attempting to transform it into some sort of Trojan Horse,  or a platform,  or perhaps most potentially detrimental of all, weave it into the fantastical uber conspiratorial web , is something I strongly oppose. 

Trying to transform the hard won laurels of previous ( and current) generations of researchers into a bloody red war bonnet,  and the research itself as some sort of handily deployed melee weapon,  to bludgeon your ideological opponents into submission,  is cringeworthy. 

Koch and Little Barnie loved ruminating/ pontificating about nebulous big picture bullshit,  according themselves profound philosophical/ historical insights. But never once actually displaying the fruit of these glorious labours. 

History is most definitely not a playground for ideologues and zealots. 

The greatest wisdom comes from within,  it is only through study and introspection we can prevent our individual beliefs hardening into dogma. 

It's this sanctimonious dogmatic holier than thou attitude,  so prevalent among a certain breed of conspiracy zealots,  I find so offensive and off putting 

Characters who claim to have a monopoly on the truth. Unflinching and unyielding. These characters use certain forums as their pulpits,  blasting the unbelievers with fiery brimstone and rhetorical thunderbolts..

Instead on concentrating on actual research ( and yes I include myself,  as I'm as guilty,  probably filter than most in fact) the 13 inch head forum in particular is in danger of becoming a fucking day time political soap opera.

Despite the efforts of a few brave determined souls the research threads are floundering,  in danger of capsizing,  and sinking into an ocean of pure unadulterated shite. 

Still banging on about fucking alterationism , magical other films, willo the wisp French gunmen and UFOs.

Where has this approach gotten everybody?

Instead of concentrating on the real nuts and bolts, pushing for what has the potential to be THE major breakthrough,  instead we get politically motivated mud slinging and navel gazing?


Why should I care? Why should I bother commenting? On what is ostensibly another forum's business?

For better or worse the Education Forum is , since the demise of Deep fOO and its transformation into a museum,  a cabinet of curiosities!!( Macrae's Pissarium is nothing but a tabloid ghoulfest) the leading mainstream research forum. 

Out of simple personal loyalty to my friends and fellow ROKCers and due to an unwillingness to rub shoulders with characters who have, knowingly or otherwise,  enabled fraudsters and scammers like Juddufki and Ralph Cinque,  I would never, join. 

Due to its visibility,  its profile etc the palace of the 13 inch headites has a not inconsiderable influence. 

There are a few really top drawer researchers ( unsurprisingly most are fellow ROKCers) but there are also some real jokers, and a handful of dangerous fools, of dubious motivation. 

It wasn't one side or the other I was criticising,  but the whole tawdry spectacle. Which has as much to do with assassination research as Jack Ruby's mother's dentures, Juddufkis magical mobility scooter, HARVEY  and  LEE,  the book of the film ( sic) and Fezzos Big Bumper Colouring In Book. 

No one wants to expunge it, or " cancel " as per certain individuals fantasy scenarios,  I suspect most just find it somewhat embarrassing. A horrendous advertisement for so called research

Sometimes wisdom is ageless,  on other occasions,  merely timeless. But,  I think we would all do well to remember the words inscribed at Delphi,  at the Oracle 

" Know Thyself "

Why waste time trying to swim against the tide? Instead of the Ed forum,  or ROKC , what about the Icke forums? Or Truth Social? Or for certain individuals I hear the Magic Roundabout website has a political section? 

Maybe one of Zebedee's animators could describe the techniques behind the Z fake?

Fuck sakes,  what about Zebedee himself? A goggle eyed animated bouncing spring would probably make far more sense than the majority of the alterationist stalwarts!

Armstrong have mercy on us all

Vinny wrote:

The Thirteen Inch Head Forum is not ROKC?

Yes! Exactly!

And in other news

Great Britain is not Australia

Pomposity is not humility

Enforced civility is not civility  

And lipstick on a sow is a not a beauty contest winner outside of the quaint village of Twatt on the Orkneys off Scotland

Carry on, Mark, and don't forget to curtsy on your way out.

I can almost hear the teacups clinking and the saucers clattering. 

Not to mention the spluttering,  harrumphing and choking on jagged lumps of Ms Beckett's infamous rock cakes...

The place has the faraway dreamland ambience of a Petrograd nobleman's  drawing room,  in October 1917.

The aged retainer, resplendent in his powdered wig , starched collar and cullotes,  comes tottering in to pour Mademoiselle and Madame their afternoon tea,  as the old Count takes a nervous sip of claret, trying to ignore the chattering machine guns, the plinking of the rifles and the vengeful cries rising up from the streets below...

Or better still,  Purser Knight insisting the deck chairs be arranged in the correct fashion as the orchestra strikes up a rousing rendition of " Closer My God to Thee" , in the finest tradition of jolly old Captain Smith,  who stands,  ashen faced on the bridge,  as his mighty ship, the unspeakably unsinkable RMS Titanic begins sinking. 

Profane words are far less offensive than the belching and the babbling of the profane minded.

How many fucks are the fucking equivalent of labelling your fellow teashop habituees animals, vermin,  subhumans or intellectual vegetables?

The Education forum isn't ROKC 

And thank fuck for that!!

Somewhere free from the straightjacket of hypocrisy and enforced civility, a place unfettered by bogus strictures,  unawed by bogus theories and unwilling to provide succour for hustlers,  bullshit artists,  wannabe demagogues,  their enablers and their acolytes. 

A place with both eyes firmly focused upon the future,  instead of bumbling aimlessly around with one eye firmly shut and the other focused on the past. 

A place with a well developed sense of humour and the ability to laugh at ourselves, and nothing is quite as cleansing than a good hearty laugh. 

To be sure, the subject itself is deadly serious,  and no laughing matter,  but characters who take themselves  far too seriously ( I mean the constant references to COINTELPRO and disinformation agents?) are another matter entirely. 

Greg,  are you trying to tell me Miss Porkinella LeTwatt WASN'T the lead singer of the Pussycat Dolls? And Miss Utah 2021?

And are you trying to tell me this ACME Ralphinator 3000 Elixir isn't going to cure my terminally congested Shatner's Bassoon and turn me into Mr Sanibel?

Next you'll be trying to tell me Jack Ruby shot the one and only LHO,  instead of a toupee wearing FBI agent fake shot a polyglot Hungarian doppelganger,  while his bull necked all American twin was whisked off to Roswell,  to party with the little grey man, Martin Bormann,  Otto Skorzeny and the doppelganger of the dude who played Barney Miller!!

The EF seems to be on a decline. Too much infighting nowadays. Also a significant number of the posts are not even JFK related.

After taking 2 steps back , I think the cranially enhanced cognoscenti genuinely believe taking 1 step forward constitutes some sort of progress 

Sure, sometimes a new pair of eyes can often unravel an old problem,  if not solving it, then certainly providing fresh perspectives 

But, endlessly rehashing the same old issues,  constantly relying upon tired stale rhetoric and fatally flawed and/or circular reasoning,  is a complete waste of time and effort. 

The JFK assassination is virtually unique; it is a part of history , while at the same time remaining, shockingly relevant and contemporary. 

Not to mention uniquely controversial. Allowing a rare glimpse behind the curtain,  behind the cosmetics and the carefully refined illusions; an all too fleeting chance to witness the dark alchemy,  the mechanics of power exposed 

Hence the need for the garish flutter of peacocks feathers: to both soothe and distract. 

60 years of deceit , doubt and expertly calibrated disinformation 

How about 'em Cowboys?

JFKs skull was a deathless metaphor for the still living soul of America. And the world. 

The bloody spray a wordless lament for the savagery inflicted in the name of civilisation 

Without sounding portentous,  truth is, or rather it should be,  colour blind and far beyond tawdry political squabbles. 

I'm incredibly wary of those who seek to dissect the case using an instrument as blunt and potentially destructive as blinkered political partisanship.

Ms Sharp 

For what it's worth,  you are,  of course,  correct. I did not refer to the datebook in question as a turd.

I have a great deal of respect for you as it happens. Particularly admiring the tenacious ( and courageous) stance you took regarding Jeffries characteristically hapless dalliance with holocaust denial,  and his eagerness to embrace the likes of Zundel and co as fellow troof seekers. 

On this particular occasion I just happen to disagree with you. Could I be wrong? Of course,  but,  having studied WW2 history pretty closely and having had the immense privilege of studying with several world class historians,  I find the very idea of someone as notoriously indiscree as Skorzeny, t,  with such a relatively high profile,  and,  who, crucially, was not particularly well regarded amongst the Fallschirmjaeger/ Wehrmacht special forces milieu ( often derided as an asphalt soldier and a creation of Goebbels propaganda machine) due to his somewhat questionable war record,  of not only being involved in such a monumental operation,  but actually conducting the disparate parts, like a cross between a seer and a svengali,  highly, highly improbable. 

As to the datebook itself? I'm afraid I remain deeply sceptical. Unless an accredited expert provides independent verification. 

I just find the notion of some vast conspiratorial network extremely implausible. Not to mention counter intuitive. I'm no insider, but my understanding of covert work was it was carried out on a ruthlessly compartmentalised need to know basis. With operatives  being chosen because of their skill, trustworthiness and reliability. With each participant hired to fulfill a specific function. For a reasonably straightforward military style ambush a labyrinthine network simply wouldn't be necessary. For the cover up a wider cast would have to have been mobilised. But on a strictly need to know basis  surely. Lower down the totem pole they would have been issued with orders, not reasons. Why jeopardise something of this magnitude by involving a seemingly endless cast of good ole boy racists,  businessmen of dubious renown,  notorious ex Nazis and self publicists and a veritable revolving door whos who of the demimonde?

Likewise, I find most of the other nazi related tropes which have seeped into the conspiratorial mainstream either to have been highly distorted,  in most cases,  practically out of all recognition,  or the product of the cold war era boom in rather tawdry nazi exploitation shlockfests. 

Unrepentant zealots in biege safari suits,  stained with the sweat of their steamy jtropical compounds,  plotting Der Tag,  as phalanxs of strutting blue eyed jackbooted thugs fill the teeming jungle twilight with lusty roars of " Seig Heil " . Or sleek grey haired business executives conspiring in offices,  the very latest word in futuristic 70s chic,  dreaming their dreams as they fidget restlessly with their discreetly worn SS ehrenrings 

Gehlen, for example,  often mis characterised as " Hitler's spymaster", was , in reality a relatively unknown intelligence bureaucratic functionary. Chief of the Freemde Heers Ost department of the Abwehr. 

In charge of military intelligence on the Eastern Front,  and responsible for one of the greatest intelligence failures of all time. Falling for the Soviet maskirovka counter intelligence gambit,  he was partially responsible for the colossal disaster of Bagration,  duped into believing the main thrust would be directed on a southerly axis, OKH diverted the bulk of Army Group Centre's mobile armoured reserves  to the Ukraine,  leaving the remaining forces even more vulnerable. Allowing the Soviet forces to destroy AGC as a cohesive unit, smashing,  quite literally smashing upwards of 30 divisions and surging through Belarus,  towards Poland .

And let's not forget the travesty that was his original Gehlen Organisation...more penetrated than an Eva Braun blow up doll at the annual New JFK show Christmas party 

Likewise the fabulous myths of ODESSA, and Die Spinne. Bormann( who was of course, long dead, lying in an unmarked grave pit, having failed to escape Berlin back in the early hours of May 1st 1945)lurking like some undead zombie puppet master: a malevolent spider in his bolthole,  a steamy Amazonian stockade,  or in a fortress like hacienda,  high up in the Patagonian Sierra, guarded by his army of hulking pre programmed Fourth Reich automatons,  at the epicentre of a transcontinental web of intrigue,  sensitive to the slightest tremor,  his silken threads wrapped like a noose from Geneva, Washington,  Bonn,  London , Bariloche,  and who knows,  maybe all the way to Antarctica,  and the wizened Fuhrer himself,  whiling away the time,  waiting for Der Tag, joyriding across the icy tundra in a custom built flying saucer. 

These networks didn't exist,  because they didn't need to exist. Josef fucking Mengele lived openly in Argentina,  under his own name,  even applying to the embassy in Buenos Aires for a passport. Living a relatively open,  affluent lifestyle,  whilst moving in emigre circles. Until Eichmans kidnapping forced him underground. The Vatican sponsored ratlines most certainly existed. Bishop Hudal and Ustashe sympathiser Dragunovic helping to ferry fugitives abroad( for a price ) The US , especially CIC and the their British counterparts undoubtedly  helped to spirit their tame Nazis away to safer climes.  And informal networks ( including , latterly Stille Hilf) did exist,  Mengele , for instance was supported by a trusted retainer of his wealthy family,  but the organised networks,  like  ODESSA .are mostly  fictional. 

Worst of all( in the research sense) ,and we're talking pretty basic stuff here, material any self respecting high school history student should know,  is the persistent attempts to link Valkyrie with the JFK assassination. 

Valkyrie was the codename for a plan drawn up by Fromm,  C in C of the Ersatz Heer,  in the event of a mass uprising amongst the Ostarbeiters and the other slave labourers. It was used as a cover for the eventual Von Stauffenberg led July plot, but the assassination plans themselves go way back,  to autumn 41, and a clique of disillusioned young ( mostly aristocratic nationalist) staff officers,  led by Tresckow,  then Operations Officer ( or C of S) on Von Kluges 4th Army staff ( the plot eventually widened,  encompassing like minded officers, mainly on the staff of AGC) These plans eventually coalesced into Operation Flash. Including failed attempts to blow up Hitler's aircraft and a suicide attempt at an exhibition of newly designed Wehrmacht combat fatigues. Perhaps Anthropoid ( the Heydrich assassination,  gunmen,  open topped car, hairpin(?) turn, and Foxley,  an SOE plan to infiltrate a sniper and a German speaking guide / spotter to an estate , owned by the uncle of a POW, ex member of the FuhrerBegleitkommando,  adjoining Hitler's Berghof retreat ( the Fuhrer took a daily walk to the local gasthaus,  passing within 100 yards of the fence,  the plan was to shoot him from the forest, as the uncle's estate was used primarily for hunting) Apparently , the plan, we're talking summer 44, was abandoned because it was decided Hitler was a greater asset alive, due to his catastrophic military blunders,  than dead, have some relevance to Dallas  but not fucking Valkyrie. 

Neither in name nor execution 

The truth was,  there simply wasn't the appetite,  nor,  crucially the political will to bring the alte kampfers to justice. With the rise of NATO and the apparent West German economic miracle,  most politicians were happy enough to leave the ghosts slumbering,  albeit restlessly,  in a past,  still too close for comfort,  still capable of reaching out through the dream stained veil of the present  reminding those , who had been fortunate enough to bury their pasts, or their dead, or even their guilt,  that some hadn't been quite so lucky. The ones damned to do the remembering as the world outside got on with the business of building dreams for the future....

A shocking indictment of the power of cold war realpolitik. 

I have a serious problem with , to coin an expression,  the methodology of conspiracy. 

Rather the lack of. 

What is evidence? How should evidence be handled? Basic stuff. When dealing with documents etc its just as important to understand who is doing the writing and why. 

And , imho, crucially,  when faced with a document/ piece of information that supports your hypothesis/ favoured narrative you should be even more cautious. 

Hardly earth shattering insights. 

But time and time again I see people believing what they want to believe,  simply because they believe it. 
Existing in an echo chamber,  and deaf to anything that doesn't reinforce their existing biases. 

Honestly,  I'm not denying there's an institutional predisposition to deny, dismiss and ridicule controversial topics. Preferring to retreat to the relatively safety of the conventional narrative. 

But take some conspiracy evidence,  like H and L,  or mass alteration to reputable scholars/ experts and the sheer amateurishness will only reinforce their biases. 

This is meant to be history,  not a fucking quasi mystical belief system. A dualistic Manichean cosmos,  complete with false idols and false gospels. 

Gnosticism sans the wisdom. 

Honestly, all the histrionics about disinformation agents and shrieking " fake" every time a document,  or a fucking person contradicts the preferred narrative is ridiculous. 

Study the actual evolution of agents provocateurs,  from the French Revolution,  to its heyday in the dying years of Tsarist Russia- Rachovsky and the tragic fate of Father Gapon in 1905, through to the FBI COINTELPRO campaign,  the very last thing such provocateurs would be doing is penning polite pro Warren Report apologias. Or exposing the inherent illogic of an inherently illogical theory. 

My main complaint about the " 6 degrees of separation " style research is merely defining relationships,  or " linking " so and so to so and so,  provides absolutely no insight into the nature of the relationships themselves. 

Endless lists, linking veritable telephone directories worth of names to one another in some vague nebulous way, is,  imho, essentially meaningless 

The key word being " opinion "

I was a little disappointed,  but not surprised to read your initial response,  claiming I was the doppelganger of a Mr P Bleau( poor soul!) , over at K and Ks. 

I was merely disagreeing with your conclusions and your methodology. Surely I'm not that clumsy and obtuse a writer? Surely you could tell I had my tongue,  more than half way in my cheek?

The late Mr Albarelli has most definitely made an incredibly valuable contribution,  A Terrible Mistake stands as the defining work on the subject. I don't agree with Mr Scullys methodology,  finding it self indulgent and lacking in any real focus, but his work, unravelling on the Janney/ Mitchell farrago was worthy of respect. 

As regards Ms Minor? No comment. Apart from 3 letters- J V B

Ms Sharp does at times, live up to her name, but that is rarely evident in matters of JFK where, like Koch, she is held hostage to her tribal allegiance and JFK is just another political battleground where truth is targeted to be the first casualty. 

She is also a sly wordsmith when weaseling out of answering pertinent questions regarding her jihad against facts.

This back and forth with Steve Thomas is a classic example
https://educationforum.ipbhost.com/topic/27759-jean-rene-souetre-expelled-from-the-us-18hrs-after-jfka/page/21/#comment-495453

In sum:

Leslie made a statement referring to Jean-Rene Souetre as a "known assassin".

Steve asked for the names of some of his victims.

Leslie replied that she detected incredulity and asked him to define "assassin", before also asking why he was so defensive about Souetre.

My interjection here is that that there is only one literal meaning of the word "assassin", so her question about definition seems to be the start of a defense that she was referring to some chimerical meaning hitherto unknown outside of her Hankian circles.

And why is asking her to provide evidence that he was an assassin perceived as a defense of Souetre. This is akin to saying that everyone knows he was a "bad" person so any labels marking him as "bad" are acceptable and beyond being questioned. 

Steve of course objected that she was attemping to shift the problem of her making back on him and pointed out she could have said "suspected", or "believed by some to be", instead of "known". If it was known, she should be able to point to some victims.

Her response is extraordinary. 

Claiming "we were not the first to identify Souetre as a known assassin." 
thus confirming that they "did" identify this as being Souetre's profession.  Yet again, no evidence of how this was confirmed is forthcoming, no names of victims provided.

The next statement gets us perhaps close to how they made this "identification" because it goes on to list those who previously made the same claim. Put another way, she and Hank made no such identifaction but relied upon the say-so of other members of the conspiratocracy - who also would not have been able to name anyone killed by Souetre. It's the same old same old.

She then adds in that "Major Ralph Ganis picked up the investigation of Souetre and makes no bones about identifying him as a trained assassin with close association with Otto Skorzeny."

Steve replied re Ganis: 

"As for Ganis, someone sent me what Ganis wrote, and I threw it down in disgust after the first three pages or so. Ganis had Souetre's birthplace wrong, he misspelled his wife's name. he got Soutre's military service career wrong, and the prison Souetre was sent to wrong."

My interjection here is that Ganis is just another grifter, and what Steve says above only further underlines that. 

Before targeting the JFK case for his bullshit, Ganis was trying his cons on the much smaller Jesse James community.

https://ericjames.org/wordpress/2011/01/06/ralph-ganis-fake-jesse-james-history/ 


Ms Sharp's previous fondness was for attacking the Prayer Man evidence over in Morley's misnomered JFK Facts. She was just as slippery then as now when cornered. 

Kudos to Steve Thomas 

Surely an ideal candidate for an inaugural " researcher's researcher" of the year award. 

Eschewing the overheated political factionalism and unseemly bickering,  he concentrates on the facts,  zeroing in on the core issues 

Using words ( and questions) the way a highly skilled diamond cutter uses a finely tuned drill, slicing through the irrelevant ruminations and content free speculations. 

Until the irregular edges are smoothed ,shaped,  and sliced away,  revealing the smooth perfectly crafted contours of reason. 

For reason,  logic,  and,  yes, truth itself is beautifully fluid,  natural, and seamless. Making sense out of the previously insensible and structure out of chaos. 

We've already named all 64* of the 3 shooters: Mafia hoodlums,  teenage would be desperados,  local good ole boys,  Badgemen, Black Dog men, 20 years of school then they'll put you on the dayshift men, brainwashed zombies even Jackie herself,  probably firing John Wilkes Booth's Derringer..

Surely it's time to show a little caution? A little discernment?

P.S. Ganis' book the literary equivalent of junk food. A nutrition( and fact)free confection, bloated by high cholesterol stodge and empty revisionist calories. 

I wasn't aware of her views regarding Prayerman , however, I can't say I'm too surprised. 

The guiding maxim of the Scully School of High Conspiracy seems to be over complicate the simple and simplify the complex to the point of absurdity. 

Now,  if we were talking about the nephew of the cousin of the dentist who once had coffee with the brother of the guy who once took a bus with Billy Lovelady THEN we'd be talking conspiracy 

* Not actual number. Please contact Langley for further details

Nor have I forgotten about the rubbish bs she pulled off at Morley's in 2016. Same tactics as described by Greg above.
Still persona non grata to me.

barto wrote:Nor have I forgotten about the rubbish bs she pulled off at Morley's in 2016. Same tactics as described by Greg above.
Still persona non grata to me.

Nor have I forgotten.

But I did forgive when she reached out to me privately through FB for research assistance.  

Until her old ways started to resurface. 

Her efforts since the book was published put the seal on it. In her own way, she is another Doyle. Relelentless in pushing garbage, narrow-minded, able to tell porkies with ease when cornered and trying to take over every conversation to push the book.

The datebook is about as real as Stevie Gaal's Acme Silver Fox Merkin. 

Ganis is a conman.

Albarelli wasn't far behind him. His bullshit ways of, and excuses for, not providing proper citations was just a way to cover up that the sources were often non-existent or not what what he claimed, or that he had "borrowed" the reaserch of others without permission. But of course, the usual suspects eat this shit up. You can't name your insider intel sources because it would put them at risk? Okay! I'm hearing ya! 

In fact, not only do they suspend disbelief, it adds to his rep as a mighty independent and fearless investigative journalist.

But may he rest in peace, anyway. The gripe is now with the living who  perpetuate bullshit. His or anyone elses.

After visiting it a handful of times, as a mere greenhorn lurker ( but unlike the horn of the Sanibel unicorn , that starts growing inwards,  as the foal matures,  around 60, roughly the same time as he sprouts the mangy grey ponytail and the ghastly purple herniated ballsac,  dangling down like the time Stevie Gaal " experimented" with Jeffrey Dahmer inspired " furry dice" until they almost reach a full grown unicorns gasmask,  greenhorns eventually grow out) despite Morley's reputation, mainstream journalistic credentials and the (self conscious )high minded standards and grandiose sentiments espoused,  I felt like I had wandered into La Scala in Milan,  or some wonderfully baroque Viennese opera house only to find a gaggle of provincial hacks goofing around on the magnificently opulent stage, bumbling their way through " Confessions of a Window Cleaner" or some similarly ghastly " adult pantomime "

Watching the lone nutist brigade and an ever changing cast of conspiratorial stalwarts hurling their poorly aimed brickbats and custard pies, I came away with the overall impression that the main aim of such onanistic " conspiracy debate " was to see which side could come up with the biggest rankest most stinking heap of bullshit. 

Thus, I wasn't aware of Ms Sharp's , ahem, " contributions " to the Prayerman debate. But,  having read her subsequent work I can't say I'm all that surprised. 

My overriding concern is with the book itself. A book, as well as being the co author,  she now acts as a de facto frontperson for. Being its most visible and most vocal proponent. 

Quite frankly the book offers a wholly spurious counterfeit narrative of Skorzeny's wartime career. There's just no excuse,  in this day and age,  with almost limitless access to primary sources, eyewitness reports and expert analysis,  to write something like,  " Skorzeny was the tactical mastermind behind Mussolini's rescue in September '43, from his temporary confinement in Gran Sasso "

A totally false misleading statement. 

The operation was primarily Luftwaffe Fallschirmjager led. The chain of command running from General der Flieger * Kurt Student,  to Major Harald Mors ( who commanded the actual raid) to Oberleutnant Berlepsch,  who led the paratroop contingent. 

These men, especially Student,  were vastly experienced ( in Students case a pioneering innovator,  who pretty much defined the potential,  and the limitations of air,  or glider borne paratroop attacks,  going way back to Rotterdam and Eben Emael) operators. 

Skorzeny was included primarily for political reasons and as part of the bitter conflict between the Waffen SS and the Wehrmacht establishment ( Heer,  Kreigsmarine,  Luftwaffe)

The wildly successful raid, a feat of heroic der doing worthy of a Boy's Own Adventure comic strip,  an intrepid band of grizzled paratroopers, dropping out of the sky, their flock of fragile,  already dangerously overloaded Freisler Storchs *( Skorzeny's gang of desperados were in the 4th and 5th ) like some sickly band of migratory birds, lost in the inhospitable fastness, overcoming the apparently insurmountable odds( well 200+ well armed Carabinieri) with their cunning and daring, freeing the fallen Duce , barely having to fire a shot ( 2 Italians,  a forest ranger who attempted to raise the alarm,  and a lone carabinieri died while 10 Germans were slightly wounded) was a desperately needed propaganda triumph. 

Skorzeny, a highly noticeable figure,  6 ft 4 inches with a pugnacious countenance , further enhanced by duelling scars,  made sure he was front and centre,  towering over the diminutive Duce,  a dazed bewildered figure in a dark overcoat,  with a fedora jammed tightly,  it's brim practically obscuring his features,  when the obligatory photos were snapped. 

Lionised by the Goebbels controlled press,  he  was promoted to Sturmbannfuhrer and awarded the Ritterkreuz ( Knight's Cross)

There are parallels,  perhaps not exact, but certainly worth mentioning,  between Skorzeny and Rommel. Hitler's favourite commando and Hitler's favourite general. 

Both were,  fundamentally the creation of Goebbels propaganda department. 

Rommel even acquiesced to suicide to preserve the myth,  when his role in the July plot was exposed. His " role" was nothing more than a vaguely worded half promise,  " Tell them ( in Berlin) they can count on me" despite the persistence of his deputy , Spiedel,  a key figure in Beck led( well,  more like a figurehead) resistance cell. Despite the expert ministrations of the highly imaginative Gestapo torturers Spiedel,  a Summa cum Laude in philosophy and something of a polymath,  didn't break,  managing to outwit his SD tormentors.  The infamous meeting with Burgdorf,  a florid faced alcoholic and groveling non entity, the portly general,  in full dress uniform,  complete with shiny leather greatcoat,  showing up at Rommel's door( where he was recuperating after being shot up in his staff car by a prowling British fighter bomber) with a briefcase,  containing a pistol and a cyanide capsule ( soon to become a de rigueur accessory in high Nazi circles),  he proceeded to inform Rommel,  in a husky tenor, thickened by drink( Rommels son Manfred was convinced he was drunk) that his guilt had been established,  but due to his exalted position,   if he agreed to commit suicide his family would be spared and he would be accorded a full state funeral and all the high honours his illustrious career had earned him, remains one of the darkest chapters in the opera bouffe farce ( more Gilbert and Sullivan than Gotterdammerung) that characterised the bizarre antics of the " Golden Pheasants "( Himmler,  obsessing over sticky matters of protocol , should he shake Eisenhower's hand or give him the Hitler salute? He pondered,  imagining himself as an acceptable negotiating partner with SHAEF) in the twilight days of the 1000 year Reich

Rommel, while undoubtedly being a genuinely talented panzer commander,  was too brittle and one dimensional in his tactical thinking,  plus, crucially he had never been tested in the fiery crucible of combat on the Eastern Front. Compared to the likes of Kiev, Kursk,  the opening phase of Barbarossa,  Manstein's initial 100km dash; vast motorised columns surging through the seemingly endless steppes,  his exploits with the Afrka Korps were merely a sideshow. 

There were at least a dozen,  perhaps more equally talented officers. Several of whom, including Guderian,  Manstein ( who enjoyed a similarly turbulent relationship with Hitler,  and latterly with the truth) Hoth,  Hoepner, even Hube,  the old war horse, were perhaps even more gifted. 

Rommel ,holder of the Pour le Merite for his heroism at Caparetto in WW1, ex commander of Hitler's bodyguard ( he appears iwith Hitler n photos taken after Feldzug en Polen in September 1939), his prominent role in the triumphant armoured dash across France in the summer of 1940, plus his own opportunitistic and egocentric attitude,  not to mention his numerous public pronouncements of fealty to the regime and the Fuhrer personally, out if such clay are totalitarian idols moulded. 

Indeed, like Skorzeny,  his reputation outlived the regime. The Desert Fox, the archetypal apolitical " good German ", not averse to sharing a comradely snifter with captured British officers ( rightly or wrongly and taking into account the presence of Einsatzgruppen Afrika,  led by Rauff,  a particularly unpleasant character,  pioneer of the gasvans on the Eastern Front,  lurking in the wings, ready to spring into action,  to deal with the remaining defenceless " enemies " once the enemies,  armed and capable of fighting back had been defeated. Thankfully El Alamein and Torch prevented such a terrible reality from actually materialising,  sparing North Africa the horrors inflicted upon Occupied Europe, the Desert War has often been regarded as a " clean war" if such a fundamentally oxymoronic concept could possibly exist)was the focus,  especially in the immediate post war years, of a carefully constructed mythology. 

The Rommel Myth. Becoming the subject of a laudatory biopic and several biographies,  which verges on the hagiographical. 

Skorzeny,  actively conspired to help mould his own myth. The larger than life piratical freebooter,  a impressively intimidating figure, his heavily jowled features criss crossed with the fencing scars ( schmisses) he flaunted proudly. 

Turning up in Paris,  making sure he was photographed lounging with characteristic careless insouciance in a pavement bistro,  buying a house in Ireland,  hinting at his current intelligence connections and the still hidden secrets,  buried in the deep shadows of his murky past. 

I echo Steve Thomas's sentiments,  initially intrigued by Coup, I ended up being genuinely shocked by the cavalier use of blatant untruths and fantastical bullshit ( I note Ms Sharp  tried to brush off Steve's justified comments as mere " editorial " issues)

Far too much conspiracy research exists in a tiny self perpetuating , almost incestuous ecosystem. Totally detached from the world outside. 

Endlessly quoting one another ( or themselves) refusing to countenance valid critiques. Brushing any critics off as lone nutists,  mainstream,  apologies M$M stooges or disinformation agents. 

Blithely tripping along the primrose path,  unaware of the flames, lapping at their feet. Or believing them to be the heat reflected from their adoring followers. 

Sometimes I think exposing their ideas, and various theories to rigorous outside peer review,  adhering to the standard accepted academic protocols,  might be a thoroughly beneficial experience. Helping to awaken them from their dreamlike states, and omnipotent slumbers. 

But it would be a complete fucking waste of time 

Some enterprising " researcher" would uncover the nefarious links between a reviewer ( a friend of a friend of a 6th cousin twice removed once lived next door to a guy who once walked his dog with the granddaughter of a guy who once trimmed Clover Dulles' bushy topiary) and the CIA( NWO Illuminati Zionist  insert preferred villain here) and the 13 inch head forum would be abuzz in triumph,  exchanging knowing memes and declaring another disinformation agent had been outed and dispatched)

Its a totally bogus scenario. Self perpetuating mythologising,  designed to support a specific worldview. 

What's the fucking point of replacing one lie with another?

Is there any real material difference between H and L and the Warren Report?

Both have an American born Lee Harvey Oswald firing from the 6th floor window and shooting Tippit 

The antics of Drago and co , " outing " any and every poor sod who had the impertinence to dare question their " deep political " clairvoyance,  as a some sort of sinister enemy operative,  must have either chased away,  or alienated so many potentially gifted researchers. 

Likewise , the resident conspirocrats , who hold court in the well fumigated halls of the 13 inch headed,  Ior the defiant idiocy of the pissocrats,  I wonder how many inquisitive intelligent young would be researchers have been turned off , not only by the appalling hypocrisy but the illogical rubbish and long debunked cloud cuckoo bullshit they persist in '"debating "

Instead of talented open minded students and researchers there was an influx of wannabe demagogues,  witless ideologues,  irredeemable irresponsible tin foil hatted cranks,  the dregs and the dross of the troof movement and several genuinely disturbed ( and disturbing) characters. 

There's a small core group of seriously talented historians/ researchers/ archivists and a not inconsiderable number of sincere courageous people who are interested in learning. 

Sorry for the rant folks,  but the more I see the more convinced I am that the hard core conspiracist, the kind who traffic in falsehood and make believe,  gravitate towards the subject not to uncover the truth,  or the hidden reality,  but to escape from it.

Escape from the often callous wanton chaos of reality, the grim uncertainty,  fleeing between the raindrops to a place over the rainbow,  on the other side of the looking glass. 

Where everything,  right down to the strategically placed crisis actor's boot after yet another false flag attack,  is controlled by an almost godlike cabal 

To those who choose to measure eternity, solely by the standard of their own beliefs,  such a thought, must be somewhat comforting

* I can't remember if he had been promoted to Generaloberst,  nor if the details are exact

Ms Sharp - not living up to her name.
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Posted 6 hours ago

  13 hours ago, Gil Jesus said:
Comes from a letter he wrote to Thomas Miller, a fellow inmate in the Dallas County jail.
The "n-a-z-i" he was talking about was Lamar Hunt.
I'm covering it in part 4 of my series, "The Conspiracy to Kill Lee Harvey Oswald."
I'll be posting it later today.

 

  15 hours ago, Benjamin Cole said:
That's fine. I just lost traction with Mr Sund(er)berg and Jack Ruby. 
One thing is for sure. The French guys had a lot of practice at assassinations, and were willing to do it.
Although they missed De Gaulle over and over again...

And you lost traction because you didn't read carefully, OR you deliberately drop inane, unrelated comments like "Sundberg [clearly spelled precisely as I indicate in my posts] and Jack Ruby" in the same sentence as a distraction from the significance of a post.  Jack Ruby appears in Coup in Dallas ... Jeffrey Sundberg Does Not.  Try again, @Benjamin Cole.
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Really? Sunberg just like you indicated in your posts?

Then who wrote

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Note to the moderators.  I trust you will indulge this current exhange as it not only relates to the attempted assassination of Charles de Gaulle, it (ironically) dovetails to a degree with banishment from the forum of one of the best document researchers of the new generation, Monty Montenegro. 

Sunderberg to Sharp...

Sharp to Sunderberg ...
Sunderberg writes ... as there was no constraint imposed by Albarelli.
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Guess it must have been a doppelganger, notorious critters endemic to the 13 inch head forum.   Can we have a fuller body shot of you please, to check your shoulders for slope? 

I can understand making a mistake in spelling the name a couple of times. I do it more than I should.

But to reply to someone that you spelled it cortrectly when they indicate you have used two different spellings, without even bothering to check, is simply another sign of overblown ego. You couldn't possibly make that mistake, could you Leslie?

Trouble is, you did.