The Fetzer Challenge

[Greg Burnham]

I have Assassination Science (1998) and Murder in Dealey Plaza (2000) and found that our radiologist and our surgeon responded quite positively to the radiodensitometry work by Dr. David Mantik.

I also have my copy of Bond of Secrecy by Saint John Hunt, 2008. being

"The true story of notorious American spy and Watergate Conspirator E. Howard Hunt and his son, Saint John Hunt. Including startling new information about Watergate and The J.F.K. assassination with photos, documents and the Handwritten memos by E. Howard Hunt from his famous Death bed last confession.'"

On page 123 of my printout of the ebook, punched, plasticized and bound appropriately by three rings is

The "chain of command" Hand written memo by E. Howard Hunt given to Saint John Hunt.

A box at the top of the lined sheet reads LBJ. Beneath that, a box labeled Cord Myer. Followed by David Morales (with a lateral to Bill Harvey). And at the bottom, French Gunman/Grassy Knoll.

What more do we need to know. The Colonel in The Billiard Room with The Pool Cue.

On page 124: "1962 LBJ recruits Cord Myers." There it is. The rest falls into place: Myers discusses a plot with "Philips" to "bring in Wm. Harvey and Antonio Veciana. He meets with Oswald in Mexico City that summer."

So Oswald was a stocky, muscular guy. And the double imprisonment of Duran to force her identification of Oswald, why, that was just a misunderstanding.

Fold in Frank Sturgis and Morales and a failure to interest Costner.

In the final act, the others having died, Hunt dies. So, the trail ends with Johnson. Who's on Dancing With the Czars?

Hunt wrote 42 novels. He was called in by Allen W. Dulles in 1961 after the latter was forced to resign by the assassinated president who swore to smash the apple of Hunt's eye into a thousand pieces and scatter it to the winds.

Much as the president's head was done by so much lead it was described as a fusillade.

And Langley was the apple of Dulles' eye, Kennedy more the worm. That little Kennedy. . . .he thought he was a god.

But it was Colonel Mustard, because the dying company man said so right there in a penned box on page 123 on a lined sheet.

Hunt was not in Dallas that day. He was outside a Chinese grocers. Later in a courtroom Mark Lane convinced a jury that Hunt was not forthcoming. But we may believe him in his attribution of the master plot of the Republic to Landslide, a bully who became a little girl in March of 1968, fleeing official Washington to a heart attack between that of J. Edgar Hoover, and the "effective noon tomorrow" of Richard M. Nixon whose fifteen minutes were up with postage due.

Helms was the big winner, a company man. The man who kept the secrets. By lying. That's plausible denial, folks, and that's the Hunt for Red November.

Pin the Tail on Johnson.

Further this deponent sayeth not

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Phil,

As always, your pleading and/or amendment rings true here as elsewhere.