27-10-2010, 06:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 27-10-2010, 06:34 PM by Phil Dragoo.)
May we agree that the three characters were mimicked in the spirit of cognitive dissonance, i.e., here is some chum, Chum, bon appetit.
The odds there being NO correlation between the appearance of not one, not two, but THREE such personae simulated at such a signal event being minute.
Scintillating stuff, gentlemen. I am in the midst of MIDP and will acquire the updated edition of A Certain Arrogance when it is available.
Again, Michael Calder deems the individual below to have been instrumental in directing the candidate to the pantry--yet notes that no surviving principal can or will identify him:
I had deemed Hunt's gambit with son Saint John, Bond of Secrecy, to be a deathbed deflection, citing LBJ and Cord Meyers for the work of others.
Indeed, the very title includes the name of a fictional spy, enabling the author to die with a smile on his face.
Someone put a shot on the EOP and the right temple within a split-second, and a shot in the throat and back earlier.
The walkie talkie is reminiscent of those used by the Dick Tracy's in trenchcoats surrounding the Weathermen at their pyre of police barricades October 1969 Chicago.
Someone waited in the Ambassador pantry behind the partition.
Confident in the power of distraction to cover the act and the escape.
Distraction, action, escape, as a cloud of confusion converges in its wake.
The odds there being NO correlation between the appearance of not one, not two, but THREE such personae simulated at such a signal event being minute.
Scintillating stuff, gentlemen. I am in the midst of MIDP and will acquire the updated edition of A Certain Arrogance when it is available.
Again, Michael Calder deems the individual below to have been instrumental in directing the candidate to the pantry--yet notes that no surviving principal can or will identify him:
I had deemed Hunt's gambit with son Saint John, Bond of Secrecy, to be a deathbed deflection, citing LBJ and Cord Meyers for the work of others.
Indeed, the very title includes the name of a fictional spy, enabling the author to die with a smile on his face.
Someone put a shot on the EOP and the right temple within a split-second, and a shot in the throat and back earlier.
The walkie talkie is reminiscent of those used by the Dick Tracy's in trenchcoats surrounding the Weathermen at their pyre of police barricades October 1969 Chicago.
Someone waited in the Ambassador pantry behind the partition.
Confident in the power of distraction to cover the act and the escape.
Distraction, action, escape, as a cloud of confusion converges in its wake.