The LBJ-Did-It Operation Continues to Unfold

[Mark Stapleton]

[I'm sorely tempted to share the story of James Jesus Angleton's "approach" to George Michael.

Charles, you're such a tease.

[Jim DiEugenio]

C,mon CHarles. You wouldn't.

[Phil Dragoo]

Charles Drago at #147 above:

I'm sorely tempted to share the story of James Jesus Angleton's "approach" to George Michael.

Don't take that to the grave--we need that here on earth.

Evica in Arrogance turning the compost, turning the compost; a rich medium--yet no official investigator curious in the slightest.

Imagine Evica and Angleton inhabiting the chairs wherein Buckley and Vidal enacted the duel of two de Bergeracs.

Perhaps Dulles as Satan offering Christ all this and frequent flyer miles as well.

[Charles Drago]

Alright, already!

GME did not swear me to secrecy, and I know that he told at least one other person about this. Nonetheless I'll be guarded. The essence is as follows:

GME was leaving his house one fine day (at a time when JJA was still head of CI) when a bicyclist he had not seen before slowed to a stop and made the initial overture.

It came in the form of a request to help a member of JJA's family in need of ... how shall I put this ... attention.

GME hardly was surprised that JJA knew he was in a position to facilitate matters in this regard. Nor was he unmindful of the levels of gamesmanship that were opening.

On humanitarian grounds alone GME had no real choice; cautiously and not without trepidation he made what even by his own harsh investigative standards was an innocent connection -- in and of itself.

Apparently things went well. The bicyclist sometime later returned with a quid pro quo -- a message from JJA.

"I know your JFK work, and you're on the precisely correct track," or words to that effect.

No further message traffic of which I'm aware.

Best I can do.

[Mark Stapleton]

There's not a lot of meat on them bones Charles.

[Charles Drago]

But it's all the meat I'm gonna serve.

[Mark Stapleton]

But it's all the meat I'm gonna serve.

That could be a great name for a restaurant.

[Phil Dragoo]

The restaurant charges no cover--compliments of George Michael Evica who has provided this, entitled Perfect Cover:

Perfect Cover

A Theory of the JFK Assassination:

What Happened on November 22, 1963

By George Michael Evica

Based upon a work in progress

http://karws.gso.uri.edu/jfk/the_critics...cover.html

[Seamus Coogan]

But it's all the meat I'm gonna serve.

I find it funny. I don't know if the cyclist would have been pleased with GME's later stuff. He started to really focus in on the Angleton's and the Dulles's of the world. I think it's really interesting to see GME's evolution from the 'Perfect Cover' piece that Phil posted to a Certain Arrogance.

Thanks for that CD.

[Ed Jewett]

In the chapter entitled "Reflecting on the Yale Succession" [originally published under a different name in the Yale Herald, February 21, 2003] written by the son of Yale English professor Richard B Sewall, later Dean and master at Yale University, another tale is told about James Jesus Angleton [Yale 41]. Angleton is described as Yale's second most famous spy, behind Nathan Hale.

The tale, told on pages 55 and 56 in Kris Millegan's edited collection Fleshing Out Skull and Bones: Investigations into America's Most Powerful Secret Society, speaks of the time that the author Steve Sewall read his father an excerpt from Joseph Trento's "magisterial" Secret History of the CIA. Angleton had majored in English at Yale and his father recalled his name and having taught him.

Angleton "granted Trento an interview two years before his death in 1987. I read my father the following excerpt:

"Within the confines of [Angleton's] remarkable life were most of America's secrets.

"You know how I got to be in charge of counterintelligence? I agreed not the polygraph or require detailed background checks on Allen Dulles and 60 of his closest friends… they were afraid that their own business dealings with Hitler's pals would come out. They were too arrogant to believe that the Russians would discover it all.… You know, the CIA got tens of thousands of brave people killed.… We played with lives as if we owned them. We gave false hope. WeIso misjudged what happened."

I asked the dying man how it all went so wrong.

With no emotion in his voice, but his hand trembling, Angleton replied: "Fundamentally, the founding fathers of US intelligence were liars. The better you lied and the more you betrayed, the more likely you would be promoted. These people attracted to and promoted each other. Outside of their duplicity, the only thing they had in common was a desire for absolute power. I did things that, in looking back on my life, I regret. But I was part of it and I loved being in it… Allen Dulles, Richard Helms, Carmel Offie, and Frank Wisner were the grandmasters. If you were in a room with them you were in a room full of people that you had to believe would deservedly end up in hell." Angleton slowly sipped his tea and then said, "I guess I will see them there soon."