10-03-2010, 10:12 AM
A classic optical illusion presents the silhouette of a chalice, with stem, and base--
--or is it, two facial profiles facing each other?
In such a manner do the critics' truths meet the killers' false proofs.
The precise line is being defined by further research--
--but that it divides light from darkness is never in doubt.
Oswald killed no one. The killer(s) of Kennedy are of the not-Oswald set.
There is no more flat-earth theory--no more do we allow the burning of heliocentrics.
Gerald Posner, Vincent Bugliosi, Allen Dulles, Tom Hanks, and ten thousand Macedonians in full battle array to the contrary notwithstanding, there is no proof that CE 399 performed the Immaculate Septuple Penetration with Triple-Lutz Dismount.
Nor that Oswald burned the ozone with supersonic dash from the lunchroom, to the snipers nest, to the coke machine, to the phone booth to change into Superman costume, to the hapless Tippitt, to the balcony of the Texas Theater, and. . .
. . .most assuredly no way he violated Einsteinian physics by blasting forward into the future to watch reruns of the 1953-premiering I Led Three Lives when the so-helpful brother Robert went off to the Marines in 1952.
At every exposure to reality, the Warren-Dunkelian Theory smells like burning plastic and parts like a chewing gum membrane.
--or is it, two facial profiles facing each other?
In such a manner do the critics' truths meet the killers' false proofs.
The precise line is being defined by further research--
--but that it divides light from darkness is never in doubt.
Oswald killed no one. The killer(s) of Kennedy are of the not-Oswald set.
There is no more flat-earth theory--no more do we allow the burning of heliocentrics.
Gerald Posner, Vincent Bugliosi, Allen Dulles, Tom Hanks, and ten thousand Macedonians in full battle array to the contrary notwithstanding, there is no proof that CE 399 performed the Immaculate Septuple Penetration with Triple-Lutz Dismount.
Nor that Oswald burned the ozone with supersonic dash from the lunchroom, to the snipers nest, to the coke machine, to the phone booth to change into Superman costume, to the hapless Tippitt, to the balcony of the Texas Theater, and. . .
. . .most assuredly no way he violated Einsteinian physics by blasting forward into the future to watch reruns of the 1953-premiering I Led Three Lives when the so-helpful brother Robert went off to the Marines in 1952.
At every exposure to reality, the Warren-Dunkelian Theory smells like burning plastic and parts like a chewing gum membrane.