28-03-2012, 10:01 AM
I had called Robert Morrow at his Austin, Texas, number last year or the year before. He had that eagerness of Mark Rudd who exhorted the groups at Purdue over the course of seven hours in the run-up to the SDS Days of Rage. An ideologicalperhaps amphetamine-fueledintensity.
All driven by a tunnel-vision obsession: at one end of the tunnel, Johnson the Professor Moriarty; at the other, Kennedy the satyr.
I couldn't help but note, in the middle, Robert Morrow, the casebook obsessive-compulsive disorderly.
He twists all to fit that; just as Ptolemy was certain a few more epicycles would explain what he needed to explain.
I have the later edition of George Michael Evica, A Certain Arrogance, so the page references are later. The inferences of the author are of the long-view manipulations, the grand web spiraling into the wormhole of the Albert Schweitzer College, and the marvelous coincidences of Oswald's metaphysical matriculation.
View Allen Dulles in Switzerland perhaps answering the phone when Lenin calls, "I'm getting on the train for Petrograd. Any last thoughts." Dulles on behalf of German clients shaping history forty years before Johnson's heyday.
In Robert Morrow's world, the rooster brings the sun to the horizon.
And Dawn, as for your riddle.
Who told Johnson to get out now before your head flies off your shoulders. Did he really believe CIA Uncle Walter Cronkite that Tet was it for us. Johnson's appointment of HelmsI think the big bully is scared of little Dicky. Johnson was scared by his CIA voices into denying the Chiefs their bombing of Hanoi and mining of Haiphong when they begged November, 1965. (The Day It Became the Longest War).
Johnson bows out in March, 1968, like the little girl vs. Joe Pesci in Casino. King is down the next month. Bobby to follow. The CIA mows down the opposition to Nixonfor its reasons, not his.
Just as Helms put Barker and Hunt et al on Watergate to take out Nixon, so Ford could appoint Rockefeller to investigate CIA assassinations, and Bush to sanitize the witness list for the HSCA which would be guided by George Joannides still shielded by Obama and Panetta/Petraeus.
No temporary resident of the oval office will alter the plans of the grand cabal in the Churchill term.
Robert Morrow is stuck on the forest road in the sudden-come-up rainstorm, plowing the rut back (LBJ has total sway) and forth (JFK so risqué).
A bipolar ion incapable of critical mass.
Evica evokes the epic view.
It neither began nor ended in Dealey Plaza, but only exhibited its propensity toward unspeakable practices, unnatural acts.
The obscenity is in the cabal's imperative towards power, not in the tragic hero's valiant attempt to slay it.
All driven by a tunnel-vision obsession: at one end of the tunnel, Johnson the Professor Moriarty; at the other, Kennedy the satyr.
I couldn't help but note, in the middle, Robert Morrow, the casebook obsessive-compulsive disorderly.
He twists all to fit that; just as Ptolemy was certain a few more epicycles would explain what he needed to explain.
I have the later edition of George Michael Evica, A Certain Arrogance, so the page references are later. The inferences of the author are of the long-view manipulations, the grand web spiraling into the wormhole of the Albert Schweitzer College, and the marvelous coincidences of Oswald's metaphysical matriculation.
View Allen Dulles in Switzerland perhaps answering the phone when Lenin calls, "I'm getting on the train for Petrograd. Any last thoughts." Dulles on behalf of German clients shaping history forty years before Johnson's heyday.
In Robert Morrow's world, the rooster brings the sun to the horizon.
And Dawn, as for your riddle.
Who told Johnson to get out now before your head flies off your shoulders. Did he really believe CIA Uncle Walter Cronkite that Tet was it for us. Johnson's appointment of HelmsI think the big bully is scared of little Dicky. Johnson was scared by his CIA voices into denying the Chiefs their bombing of Hanoi and mining of Haiphong when they begged November, 1965. (The Day It Became the Longest War).
Johnson bows out in March, 1968, like the little girl vs. Joe Pesci in Casino. King is down the next month. Bobby to follow. The CIA mows down the opposition to Nixonfor its reasons, not his.
Just as Helms put Barker and Hunt et al on Watergate to take out Nixon, so Ford could appoint Rockefeller to investigate CIA assassinations, and Bush to sanitize the witness list for the HSCA which would be guided by George Joannides still shielded by Obama and Panetta/Petraeus.
No temporary resident of the oval office will alter the plans of the grand cabal in the Churchill term.
Robert Morrow is stuck on the forest road in the sudden-come-up rainstorm, plowing the rut back (LBJ has total sway) and forth (JFK so risqué).
A bipolar ion incapable of critical mass.
Evica evokes the epic view.
It neither began nor ended in Dealey Plaza, but only exhibited its propensity toward unspeakable practices, unnatural acts.
The obscenity is in the cabal's imperative towards power, not in the tragic hero's valiant attempt to slay it.