17-11-2010, 11:24 AM
Oliver Stone accomplished his historic effect in a dramatic sitting of an hour and a half, submerging the viewer in a whirlpool of revelation. The JFK Records Act, the work of the ARRB, Doug Horne's five-volume counter-salvo to the Bugliosian Cinder Block.
James Douglass comes from candles and prayer, military train protests, passion for peace and the man John F. Kennedy.
Four hundred pages of text blaze with the times, the generals and spooks clamoring to Strike Hard at the Red Enemy. The quiet sailor seeking safe passage, marked out for murder by pirates.
I found the hundred pages of notes and sources magnificent.
How eerie the President recounts his Stations of Assassination in comparing Seven Days in May to the plight of a young president of the day.
Unspeakable is the most compelling account, winning one to the clear view of coup d'etat by the hawks of Langley and the Pentagon. One closes the book not with a mere “conspiracy theory,” but trembling with rage at the largest act of treachery in the history of the Republic.
An act mirrored by Khrushev's ouster the following year in the Looking Glass War.
Johnson had no clue, no intention of victory; see The Day It Became The Longest War
http://hnn.us/articles/34024.html
He signed on to win the backing of the generals, but declined a speedy end, choosing instead greater consumption of helicopters, more checks for Brown & Root, and, no doubt, more junk for the Company silver train.
A generation sacrificed and a future poisoned by cynicism.
We need Stone to make the Unspeakable film for the 50th Anniversary.
Put in Harrison Ford as Billy Harper's father, decoding the Harper Fragment a la Mantik.
Raiders of the Lost Limo wherein we find Angleton attempting to drink from the Chalice with the Palace (which of course has the potion which is poison), while the Flagon with the Dragon has the brew which is true:
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Jesse Ventura and Alex Jones are not effective agents of change in the general consciousness.
James Douglass can accomplish a national exorcism for his is the address of the heart of religion, an appeal transcending the mud and blood of the hawks, or the dust of the secular elite.
There must be a pulse, not a motiveless madman with his big bang.
For all the argument to the spiritual, defenders of the dogma cannot defend their violation of the kill commandment.
Or the false witness one, either.
Some of them are afraid of their own name.
James Douglass comes from candles and prayer, military train protests, passion for peace and the man John F. Kennedy.
Four hundred pages of text blaze with the times, the generals and spooks clamoring to Strike Hard at the Red Enemy. The quiet sailor seeking safe passage, marked out for murder by pirates.
I found the hundred pages of notes and sources magnificent.
How eerie the President recounts his Stations of Assassination in comparing Seven Days in May to the plight of a young president of the day.
Unspeakable is the most compelling account, winning one to the clear view of coup d'etat by the hawks of Langley and the Pentagon. One closes the book not with a mere “conspiracy theory,” but trembling with rage at the largest act of treachery in the history of the Republic.
An act mirrored by Khrushev's ouster the following year in the Looking Glass War.
Johnson had no clue, no intention of victory; see The Day It Became The Longest War
http://hnn.us/articles/34024.html
He signed on to win the backing of the generals, but declined a speedy end, choosing instead greater consumption of helicopters, more checks for Brown & Root, and, no doubt, more junk for the Company silver train.
A generation sacrificed and a future poisoned by cynicism.
We need Stone to make the Unspeakable film for the 50th Anniversary.
Put in Harrison Ford as Billy Harper's father, decoding the Harper Fragment a la Mantik.
Raiders of the Lost Limo wherein we find Angleton attempting to drink from the Chalice with the Palace (which of course has the potion which is poison), while the Flagon with the Dragon has the brew which is true:
Jesse Ventura and Alex Jones are not effective agents of change in the general consciousness.
James Douglass can accomplish a national exorcism for his is the address of the heart of religion, an appeal transcending the mud and blood of the hawks, or the dust of the secular elite.
There must be a pulse, not a motiveless madman with his big bang.
For all the argument to the spiritual, defenders of the dogma cannot defend their violation of the kill commandment.
Or the false witness one, either.
Some of them are afraid of their own name.