Summers, Reitzes and Myers: What a Triangle

http://jfkfacts.org/assassination/jfk-edited-or-the-importance-of-cutting-the-crap/

This, to me, is shocking.

I  think the first version of the Summers' book is the best.  I was really kind of stunned by what he did to it in the nineties.

But now, he has made it even worse.  He actually finds propagandists like Myers, Lambert, and most shocking of all, Reitzes, credible.

Which is think is really bizarre.

He then gets on the cover of National Enquirer?  I mean how did that happen?  Has not this case gotten the tabloid treatment enough?

What next for the 50th?  I mean, really.

I thought "Not In Your Lifetime" was Warren's prediction.

I didn't realize Summers would be an accessory to making Warren's prediction reality.

Reitzes is a smug prick. I hate the way he's found religion and is now trying to pass himself off as some kind of intellectual, telling everyone else on the Ed forum how they should think about the assassination. He's gotten real brave now that all the good researchers have jumped ship.

I almost wish I hadn't given up my membership so that I could put him back in his place.

You know, my feeling about the 1980/88 edition is that, even though there were some decent things in it, he was already carefully hedging his bets there.  These latter day retractions are not as surprising to me.  I've not bothered reading anything of the other stuff he has written -- National Enquirer seems about its level.

What, pray tell, is now his version of the events in Dallas?  Marcello and Trafficante did it all by their lonesome?

http://www.nationalenquirer.com/true-crime/exclusive-2nd-gunman-named-jfk-assassination

This is what Albert was talking about.

Do you believe this crap that Summers and Blakey dumped on us for the 50th?  They saved it up for 6 years for this anniversary. 

Oswald shot Tippit and he was firing in Dealey Plaza with Diaz who was working for Trafficante.

Albert, I defer to you on this.  You were right.  Summers was getting ready to jump ship.