12-05-2012, 09:38 PM
In 2008 we had the ridiculous and the sublime.
Saint John Hunt gave us BOND OF SECRECY.
James Douglass, JFK AND THE UNSPEAKABLE: WHY HE DIED AND WHY IT MATTERED.
I heard Saint John Hunt telling his story to George Noory on Coast to Coast AM, downloaded, printed, punched and bound his ebook.
BOND OF SECRECY is the deathbed deflection of a career intelligence officer who is the author of 42 works of fiction43 counting BOND OF SECRECY.
E. Howard Hunt, who confessed to Congress he'd forged cable traffic to frame JFK for the murders of Nhu and Diem claimed on his way out the door that it was LBJ what done it, cunningly relying on the jealousy of Cord Myer and the world-class talents of Lucien Sarti.
I sent Saint John Hunt a five-page email; there's much to say but it can be condensed: Howard Hunt shunts the bloodhounds to the grave of the dead Texas facilitator. Even Hunt's company is a facilitator. Who is the sponsor: not LBJ, not anyone in CIA. I speculate it may be Jabba the David, and if not, he's heard something from his business associates scattered round the wonderful world, though some of them have the sod pulled up to their necks.
James Douglass delighted us with 400 pages of lyric historical diorama resting on 100 pages of well-compacted notes. JFK beset at every turn by the fog of the unspeakable.
Oh what characters we'll see. A swarm of cloaked reapers moving to the tune of masked sponsors, that elite which uses nations and politics and religion to its ends.
My view of Hoover, and Johnson, and Nixon is that they were terra cotta warriors in the terra cotta legions of the high room of men whose whim is their mission.
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Saint John Hunt gave us BOND OF SECRECY.
James Douglass, JFK AND THE UNSPEAKABLE: WHY HE DIED AND WHY IT MATTERED.
I heard Saint John Hunt telling his story to George Noory on Coast to Coast AM, downloaded, printed, punched and bound his ebook.
BOND OF SECRECY is the deathbed deflection of a career intelligence officer who is the author of 42 works of fiction43 counting BOND OF SECRECY.
E. Howard Hunt, who confessed to Congress he'd forged cable traffic to frame JFK for the murders of Nhu and Diem claimed on his way out the door that it was LBJ what done it, cunningly relying on the jealousy of Cord Myer and the world-class talents of Lucien Sarti.
I sent Saint John Hunt a five-page email; there's much to say but it can be condensed: Howard Hunt shunts the bloodhounds to the grave of the dead Texas facilitator. Even Hunt's company is a facilitator. Who is the sponsor: not LBJ, not anyone in CIA. I speculate it may be Jabba the David, and if not, he's heard something from his business associates scattered round the wonderful world, though some of them have the sod pulled up to their necks.
James Douglass delighted us with 400 pages of lyric historical diorama resting on 100 pages of well-compacted notes. JFK beset at every turn by the fog of the unspeakable.
Oh what characters we'll see. A swarm of cloaked reapers moving to the tune of masked sponsors, that elite which uses nations and politics and religion to its ends.
My view of Hoover, and Johnson, and Nixon is that they were terra cotta warriors in the terra cotta legions of the high room of men whose whim is their mission.
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