27-11-2011, 09:51 AM
Charles, I agree with your statement at #13:
OR the fist-pumper close to the street as a redundant communications method in the event of radio failure
I recall the knots of trenchcoated Dick Tracy types around the Weathermen in Chicago October 8-11, 1969. Clustered around a walkie-talkie.
The orchestration was something to see: a small fleet of unmarked cars arrived en masse disgorging twenty-five to thirty-year-old males in windbreakers and tennies punching their hands, ready for a little of the old ultraviolence.
These were on scene just as the bullhorn sent the Maoists off with a bang from their bonfire of police barricades on their steeplechase of shattering storefront plate glass.
The signal is important, be it fist and umbrella, polka dot dress, Marrell McCollough of Memphis PD later the CIA arriving, staying in the car, perhaps to radio that King was on the balcony.
Lane shows CIA to have provided Secret Service identification of the type referenced by Officer Smith as he approached a man on the knoll he deemed a likely suspect.
The agency which has made assassination and coup its schtick as much as song and dance was Gene Kelly, or pie-throwing and wisecracks were the Marx Brothers.
The pitcher's back on the mound, gives the signal, here's the pitch, and it's a frangible shot through the hairline blowing out the occipital in a spray which covers Hargis and has the First Lady scrambling across the trunk of the Lincoln as Hill hurries on board and Greer finally takes his foot off the brake.
Reagan could've called it for WHO back in the day, ironic, as Hinckley was his housewarming gift from "George Bush of the Central Intelligence Agency".
OR the fist-pumper close to the street as a redundant communications method in the event of radio failure
I recall the knots of trenchcoated Dick Tracy types around the Weathermen in Chicago October 8-11, 1969. Clustered around a walkie-talkie.
The orchestration was something to see: a small fleet of unmarked cars arrived en masse disgorging twenty-five to thirty-year-old males in windbreakers and tennies punching their hands, ready for a little of the old ultraviolence.
These were on scene just as the bullhorn sent the Maoists off with a bang from their bonfire of police barricades on their steeplechase of shattering storefront plate glass.
The signal is important, be it fist and umbrella, polka dot dress, Marrell McCollough of Memphis PD later the CIA arriving, staying in the car, perhaps to radio that King was on the balcony.
Lane shows CIA to have provided Secret Service identification of the type referenced by Officer Smith as he approached a man on the knoll he deemed a likely suspect.
The agency which has made assassination and coup its schtick as much as song and dance was Gene Kelly, or pie-throwing and wisecracks were the Marx Brothers.
The pitcher's back on the mound, gives the signal, here's the pitch, and it's a frangible shot through the hairline blowing out the occipital in a spray which covers Hargis and has the First Lady scrambling across the trunk of the Lincoln as Hill hurries on board and Greer finally takes his foot off the brake.
Reagan could've called it for WHO back in the day, ironic, as Hinckley was his housewarming gift from "George Bush of the Central Intelligence Agency".