It was November of 1963, and the most popular President perhaps in American History was the well-spoken and slick looking John F. Kennedy. Kennedy’s Presidency was assured by his appearances on the new invention the TELE-vision alongside Dick Nixon, who coulda been worse for the wear, but not by much.
On the 22nd of that month, in Dallas, he was assassinated, brains laid out upon the slippery steel of his automobile and the hard pavement, a shock to the nation, another page in the Books of History. The official story posits Lee Harvey Oswald as the perp, whilst a plethora of antagonistic stories suggest otherwise, such as the mafia conspired in his killing or Cuba or Russia.
My personal flavor is that the international bankers had something to do with the foul play (I guess I’m just trendy), along with their operatives within the United States Government, such as George Herbert Walker Bush who, working at the CIA at the time, though not quite yet director thereof as he soon would be, is quoted in at least two newspaper stories as not remembering where he was when Kennedy was shot.
I’ve known since I was a young boy that everybody in my parents’ and grandparents’ generations, respectively, remembers where they were as Kennedy died.
Plus, there are the photos of George Herbert Walker outside of the book depository during Kennedy’s last cavalcade. So, I gather, one of three things are happening here: a) either George has been an amnesiac since the early sixties or b) George was so traumatized by Kennedy’s death that he has blocked the memory or c) he is lying and has something to hide.
Money’s on C. Read on!
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