01-01-2011, 12:36 AM
Phil's foreward: Yes, I found the Frank Nelson libel of Robert Groden as gusano (worm) as execrable. I don't confuse that person with the author of the extant book.
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Craig I. Zirbel, Barr McClellan, Phillip Nelson, and Saint John Hunt.
I sent Saint John a five-page email in December, 2008, after reading my printout of his ebook, Bond of Secrecy, in which his father E. Howard Hunt suggests the assassination originated with Johnson.
I repeat that I deem Hunt's a deathbed deflection, not confession; that he died as he lived, a Company man, protecting it being foremost.
Johnson was eevil, no doubt about it, and he was bloody to his armpits, to be sure.
He was as expendable as Hoover and Nixon, and was expended in 1973 between those two other eevil, bloody men.
Johnson boo-hooed his way out of the most powerful position in the Free World in March of 1968 ostensibly because CIA-tool Uncle Walter deemed Tet a victory for the enemy.
And the next month King fell; and the month after that, Bobby.
I posit some little bird made Landslide an offer he couldn't refuse.
Hence, no master, but, no mind.
Some exponents of the Johnsoncentric Theory evince the enthusiasm I saw sitting next to Mark Rudd on the living room carpet of a Purdue professor as the budding young "Maoist" took a breather in his seven-hour recruiting session for SDS Days of Rage October 8-11, 1969.
One cannot hope to change the mind of such a cheerleader, whose red armbanded platoon had chanted the streets of Washington January 19, 1969 in their Nixon "Counterinnaugural"--
Ho ho ho Chi Minh
The NLF is gonna win
Banging the iron knockers of Justice (O Gene Wilder!)
Yet being on the same side of the street as Hunt in the Pin The Tail On The Sponsor Game can't be a good thing.
Or as a Zen phrase advises,
"Don't mistake the finger pointing at the moon for the moon."
~~~
Craig I. Zirbel, Barr McClellan, Phillip Nelson, and Saint John Hunt.
I sent Saint John a five-page email in December, 2008, after reading my printout of his ebook, Bond of Secrecy, in which his father E. Howard Hunt suggests the assassination originated with Johnson.
I repeat that I deem Hunt's a deathbed deflection, not confession; that he died as he lived, a Company man, protecting it being foremost.
Johnson was eevil, no doubt about it, and he was bloody to his armpits, to be sure.
He was as expendable as Hoover and Nixon, and was expended in 1973 between those two other eevil, bloody men.
Johnson boo-hooed his way out of the most powerful position in the Free World in March of 1968 ostensibly because CIA-tool Uncle Walter deemed Tet a victory for the enemy.
And the next month King fell; and the month after that, Bobby.
I posit some little bird made Landslide an offer he couldn't refuse.
Hence, no master, but, no mind.
Some exponents of the Johnsoncentric Theory evince the enthusiasm I saw sitting next to Mark Rudd on the living room carpet of a Purdue professor as the budding young "Maoist" took a breather in his seven-hour recruiting session for SDS Days of Rage October 8-11, 1969.
One cannot hope to change the mind of such a cheerleader, whose red armbanded platoon had chanted the streets of Washington January 19, 1969 in their Nixon "Counterinnaugural"--
Ho ho ho Chi Minh
The NLF is gonna win
Banging the iron knockers of Justice (O Gene Wilder!)
Yet being on the same side of the street as Hunt in the Pin The Tail On The Sponsor Game can't be a good thing.
Or as a Zen phrase advises,
"Don't mistake the finger pointing at the moon for the moon."