26-09-2012, 10:01 PM
Set it. . .And forget it!
Two paragraphs from Douglass to set the table:
BEGIN DOUGLASS EXCERPT
Special Agent in Charge Martineau's startling announcement to his Chicago Secret Service agents about a plot against Kennedy came in the context of their preparations for the president's arrival at O'Hare Airport three days later on Saturday, November 2, at 1:40. On Saturday afternoon JFK was scheduled to attend the Army-Air Force football game at Soldier Field. At 9:00 Wednesday morning, Martineau told the agents the FBI had learned from an informant that four snipers planned to shoot Kennedy with high-powered rifles. Their ambush was set to happen along the route of the presidential motorcade, as it came in from O'Hare down the Northwest Expressway and into the Loop on Saturday morning. The FBI had said "the suspects were rightwing para-military fanatics.The assassination "would probably be attempted at one of the Northwest Expressway overpasses.They knew this from an informant named "Lee."Who was the informant named "Lee? Could it have been Lee Harvey Oswald? We will return to that question. The following day, the landlady at a boarding house on the North Side independently provided further information. Four men were renting rooms from her. She had seen four rifles with telescopic sights in one of the men's rooms, together with a newspaper sketch of the president's route. She phoned the FBI.
The FBI told Martineau everything was now up to the Secret Service. James Rowley, head of the Secret Service in Washington, confirmed to Martineau that J. Edgar Hoover had passed the buck. It was the Secret Service's jurisdiction. The FBI would do nothing to investigate or stop the plot against Kennedy. Martineau set up a twenty-four-hour surveillance of the men's boarding house. He passed out to his agents four photos of the men allegedly involved in the plot. The stakeout reached a quick climax on Thursday night, October 31, at the same time as halfway around the world rebel tanks and troops were preparing to move through the streets of Saigon toward the presidential palace. In Chicago, Secret Service agent J. Lloyd Stocks in his car spotted two of the suspects driving Stocks followed them. When the men drove into an alley behind their rooming house, Stocks did, too. He discovered too late that the alley was a dead end. The men had turned their car around and were on their way back out. They squeezed past Stocks's car at an unfortunate moment for the agentjust as his car radio blared out a message from Martineau. The startled men looked his way, then drove off quickly. Stocks reported back to Martineau with chagrin that he'd blown the surveillance. Martineau ordered that the two men be taken into custody immediately. They were seized and brought to the Secret Service headquarters early Friday morning. Through the early morning hours, J. Lloyd Stocks questioned one of the two men, while his fellow agent Robert Motto questioned the other. The two suspects, who have remained anonymous to this day, stonewalled the questions. In the meantime, their two reported collaborators remained at large. President Kennedy was due to arrive the next day for his motorcade through the streets of Chicago.
END DOUGLASS EXCERPT
I submit the very fact that the FBI had a four-man sniper team on its tray when it knocked at the door of the Secret Service agents in Bangkok Thailand is an odor.
That the Secret Service swung into action like Dick Tracy is too good.
That it devolved from a "Lee" is perfect.
And the CIA connections easily unassed in re the Falcon (oh, uh, Harvey Lee Tippit Collins check check check and check).
Plus the two spooky cops (see also Pena and Hernandez at the Ambassador Shooting Of Senator).
The Gilbert Chemistry Set arrives and is set up, knocked flat, that's that.
The Secret Service has taken care of everything.
Marty, you worry too much about me.
Out goes the bad air
(in comes the lead)
I ask those who will descend like so many carrion to consider:
Freaking Cubans?
CIA "lone nut"--
Who sets this up as The Plot?
Precisely NOBODY.
Who sets this up as the mosquito's procaine?
Mechanics and facilitators who change regimes like underwear.
Go back and watch the Pulp Fiction fixer in re the inconvenient head shot in the sedan cruising through the hood.
Cool pros say blip blap blip and it's time for Dos Equiis.
Stay thirsty, My Friend.
Two paragraphs from Douglass to set the table:
BEGIN DOUGLASS EXCERPT
Special Agent in Charge Martineau's startling announcement to his Chicago Secret Service agents about a plot against Kennedy came in the context of their preparations for the president's arrival at O'Hare Airport three days later on Saturday, November 2, at 1:40. On Saturday afternoon JFK was scheduled to attend the Army-Air Force football game at Soldier Field. At 9:00 Wednesday morning, Martineau told the agents the FBI had learned from an informant that four snipers planned to shoot Kennedy with high-powered rifles. Their ambush was set to happen along the route of the presidential motorcade, as it came in from O'Hare down the Northwest Expressway and into the Loop on Saturday morning. The FBI had said "the suspects were rightwing para-military fanatics.The assassination "would probably be attempted at one of the Northwest Expressway overpasses.They knew this from an informant named "Lee."Who was the informant named "Lee? Could it have been Lee Harvey Oswald? We will return to that question. The following day, the landlady at a boarding house on the North Side independently provided further information. Four men were renting rooms from her. She had seen four rifles with telescopic sights in one of the men's rooms, together with a newspaper sketch of the president's route. She phoned the FBI.
The FBI told Martineau everything was now up to the Secret Service. James Rowley, head of the Secret Service in Washington, confirmed to Martineau that J. Edgar Hoover had passed the buck. It was the Secret Service's jurisdiction. The FBI would do nothing to investigate or stop the plot against Kennedy. Martineau set up a twenty-four-hour surveillance of the men's boarding house. He passed out to his agents four photos of the men allegedly involved in the plot. The stakeout reached a quick climax on Thursday night, October 31, at the same time as halfway around the world rebel tanks and troops were preparing to move through the streets of Saigon toward the presidential palace. In Chicago, Secret Service agent J. Lloyd Stocks in his car spotted two of the suspects driving Stocks followed them. When the men drove into an alley behind their rooming house, Stocks did, too. He discovered too late that the alley was a dead end. The men had turned their car around and were on their way back out. They squeezed past Stocks's car at an unfortunate moment for the agentjust as his car radio blared out a message from Martineau. The startled men looked his way, then drove off quickly. Stocks reported back to Martineau with chagrin that he'd blown the surveillance. Martineau ordered that the two men be taken into custody immediately. They were seized and brought to the Secret Service headquarters early Friday morning. Through the early morning hours, J. Lloyd Stocks questioned one of the two men, while his fellow agent Robert Motto questioned the other. The two suspects, who have remained anonymous to this day, stonewalled the questions. In the meantime, their two reported collaborators remained at large. President Kennedy was due to arrive the next day for his motorcade through the streets of Chicago.
END DOUGLASS EXCERPT
I submit the very fact that the FBI had a four-man sniper team on its tray when it knocked at the door of the Secret Service agents in Bangkok Thailand is an odor.
That the Secret Service swung into action like Dick Tracy is too good.
That it devolved from a "Lee" is perfect.
And the CIA connections easily unassed in re the Falcon (oh, uh, Harvey Lee Tippit Collins check check check and check).
Plus the two spooky cops (see also Pena and Hernandez at the Ambassador Shooting Of Senator).
The Gilbert Chemistry Set arrives and is set up, knocked flat, that's that.
The Secret Service has taken care of everything.
Marty, you worry too much about me.
Out goes the bad air
(in comes the lead)
I ask those who will descend like so many carrion to consider:
Freaking Cubans?
CIA "lone nut"--
Who sets this up as The Plot?
Precisely NOBODY.
Who sets this up as the mosquito's procaine?
Mechanics and facilitators who change regimes like underwear.
Go back and watch the Pulp Fiction fixer in re the inconvenient head shot in the sedan cruising through the hood.
Cool pros say blip blap blip and it's time for Dos Equiis.
Stay thirsty, My Friend.