Eugene B. Dinkin is a key to JFK’s assassination

Unfortunately, there are no pictures of Eugene Dinkin, who was an unfortunate victim of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. At left is a photo of William K. Harvey, the mad dog alcoholic assassin who created an executive action project to eliminate Fidel Castro, a project that diverted to JFK after Harvey was demoted and most of his friends in the agency were about to be torn into a thousand pieces and cast to the wind.

Dinkin was an army code operator stationed in Mertz, France, when he intercepted a message between a CIA-operative in Italy (perhaps Harvey) who had contacted French mafia in Marseilles to recruit their top assassin (who had the CIA code name QJ/Win ) for a plot against President Kennedy. Apparently this plot already had the support of some Pentagon brass and a right-wing group in Texas (Murchinson and the Hunt brothers, no doubt).  Apparently, Johnny Roselli was already on board but they needed more shooters. Although the op was first planned for Chicago, and then Miami, it was the Dallas plot that Dinkin uncovered and he made the mistake of telling one of his superiors about the message, as well as his plans to alert the world in order to prevent the President from being murdered.

Pretty soon, word came down that Dinkin was about to be declared mentally ill, so he went AWOL and escaped into Switzerland, where he attempted to alert the press at a United Nations function. He also sent a letter to Robert Kennedy outlining the plot. Keep in mind, this all happened just days before the assassination, and Dinkin was already telling people the exact date and place the assassination was due to happen.

Dinkin was soon removed to Walter Reed Army Hospital and worked on for weeks with drugs and electroshock therapy, and by the time he got out, his story has changed considerably. Instead of intercepting a coded message, now he’d predicted the assassination by reading coded messages in the Stars and Stripes.

(Excerpted from Killing Kennedy: The Real Story.)


The George Bush connections to JFK’s assassination

I guess you know Dealey Plaza was flooded with spooks 50 years ago. One young spook at the scene may have been George H.W. Bush, who was working deep cover for the CIA through his fledgling oil company Zapata, building platforms in the Gulf of Mexico, some of which were designed as resupply depots for the anti-Castro network operating out of Miami. The Miami CIA office had become the biggest in the world outside Langley and they had been training an army of refugees to re-take Cuba from the commies. Check out the picture of someone who looks just like Bush in front of the School Book Depository. By the way, Bush says he “can’t remember” where he was when JFK was murdered, despite several FBI memos relating his interest in the case. Also, if that isn’t Bush standing on the steps of the Depository, whoever it might be has never come forward to clear Bush from any involvement.

A very important and very secret CIA operation against Cuba involved the CIA’s most gung-ho boom-and-bang cowboy, William “Wild Bill” Harvey teaming up with mafia assassin Johnny Roselli to kill Castro, a mission JFK apparently decided to shut down after the Cuban missile crisis. But when JFK discovered the CIA’s anti-Castro operations weren’t shut down, he forcibly closed the training camps and told James Angleton to fire William Harvey. Instead, Harvey was quietly moved to Italy and then secretly consulted for the JFK hit. There were a lot of CIA people in Dallas that day, although most may not have know much about what was about to happen. In the CIA everything tends to get compartmentalized and very much on the “need to know” basis.

The first piece of evidence to tie Bush to the assassination was a memo written by J. Edgar Hoover the day after the assassination that revealed “George Bush of the CIA” reported by phone on the activities of some “misguided Cubans.” One wonders what the purpose of this memo was? Was Hoover tying a Bush family member into the scene to cover his own ass? I guess you know CIA Cuban exiles provided the support team that assisted JFK’s CIA-mob assassination team? And it’s only because of the testimony of some mob figures and Cuban exiles that we know what happened that day as no one from inside the CIA has ever spoken out, or at least spoken out and lived. But then something even more interesting turned up more recently.

This memo was written the day of the assassination and claims private citizen George Bush called the FBI immediately after the assassination to point a finger at a student named James Parrott. Was this call really placed from Tyler, Texas, and how easy would it have been to place a call from a hotel in Dallas and route it through an office in Tyler for the sole purpose of giving Bush an alibi?
(Excerpted from Killing Kennedy: The Real Story.)


The Umbrella Man

The JFK assassination was a carefully planned operation, and the disino smoke screen started before Kennedy was in the ground. Most people have the impression Mark Lane is a teller of truth on this issue, but I know better.
Lane was posted to Army Intelligence during WWII, a theater of operations controlled by Allen Dulles, who went on to construct the CIA and run it—until Kennedy fired him. Lane rushed to Dallas to represent Oswald pro bono and soon found himself representing his widow, certainly a strategic position for any spook, and a position from which Lane dug some rabbit holes and salted them with time bombs.

Rush to Judgment was a confusing mess and even though Lane seemed to know immediately the CIA was behind the event, he never named any major perpetrator, instead focusing singular attention on E. Howard Hunt, a propaganda expert and not an assassin. Lane’s famous lawsuit against Hunt (for which he was paid around $5 million by the Liberty Lobby) proved nothing except Hunt could have been in Dallas that day. Lane could have gone after one of the central figures behind the murder, like Johnny Roselli or Ted Shackley or even James Angleton, and climbed the ladder of power from there, but never tried.

I hope you realize Liberty Lobby is an obvious disinfo op that claims the Rothschilds run the world, a rabbit hole the radical right has been perfecting for centuries. Which isn’t to say that they don’t control enormous resources—obviously they do—but their influence is exaggerated to take attention off the oligarchies of North America and Europe, some of whom don’t even permit Jews in their private clubs.

But there’s one particular rabbit hole with a time bomb I find fascinating, the umbrella man of Dealey Plaza.

Hunt was falsely identified as one of the three tramps, and links from JFK to Watergate exploded. Sprague, who uncovered the tramp photos, immediately started promoting a new concept: the umbrella man was the shooter.

You can see umbrella man in the photo above taken seconds before the assassination. He stands at the entrance of the kill zone and opens his umbrella just as Kennedy arrives and pumps the umbrella to draw attention to it. He became the greatest mystery of the assassination and many researchers assumed he was signaling shooters to commence firing. A darker-skinned man (perhaps Cuban) standing with umbrella man appears to hold a walkie-talkie.
The+Umbrella+ManSprague even made a diagram showing how the umbrella weapon supposedly worked. You’d be surprised how many serious researchers got pulled down into this rabbit hole. Concerns over the umbrella assassin got so intense that when Congress finally opened hearings on the assassinations, they made a public plea for umbrella man to step forward, and he did.

Turns out his name was Louie Steven Witt (three names almost seems essential for players in this drama) and he even brought the actual umbrella with him to the Capitol. He claimed he waved it as a protest symbol connecting England’s appeasement of Hitler with JFK’s appeasement of the Soviets. Witt was asked to open the umbrella so the Committee could be sure it didn’t contain an advanced sort of weaponry. Witt worked at the Rio Grande National Insurance Company, located one block north in the Rio Grande Life Building, 251 N. Field Street, a 19-story structure that included offices for military intelligence and the Secret Service. There’s no evidence to back up his claim an umbrella was ever a symbol of English appeasement of the Nazis. In retrospect, Witt’s story doesn’t pass the smell test, and the diversion into the absurd umbrella-as-weapon story so easily debunked it has all the markings of a counterintelligence misdirection op to confuse people about Witt’s real role.

Today, the umbrella-as-weapon story is trotted out periodically to show how absurd JFK conspiracy theories are. (By the way, Richard E. Sprague, the one who invented this hoax, became attached to every serious investigation, from Garrison to the House Committee and should not to be confused with Richard A. Sprague who resigned as chief counsel for the Congressional investigation early on.)
(Excerpted from Killing Kennedy: The Real Story.)

A hitman for the KKK dies through lethal injection

| Tribune File Photo Joseph Paul FranklinJoseph Paul Franklin was a hitman for the KKK. At least that’s what he told a prostitute he’d hired one night. He traveled around the country for years, doing random murders, some of which seem to have been politically motivated. His targets were always black or Jewish, or white girls who dated blacks or Jews. Franklin shot porn publisher Larry Flynt, paralyzing him for life. This was at a time when Flynt taking on the CIA through his JFK investigation, as well as taking on the magazine distribution cartel.
Funny how nowhere does anyone talk about this longhaired rightwing dude who was traveling around the country, staying in motels, eating in diners, buying ammo at gun shops, and having a car and gas, and yet never seemed to have a source of income?
He got caught through a freak accident really, or he might still be killing, and since he immediately said he was sorry and repented his sin and said he’s no longer a racist and sorry for all the damage he did, if you can believe that story, well, that means he’s going to heaven because he is a devout Mormon.
Franklin was abused and unwanted as a child and drifted into the extreme elements of right wing hate, groups heavily penetrated by intelligence agents and likely run by them. The Ku Klux Klan started as a cell inside Freemasonry, and Freemasonry reaches deep into the power structure. The KKK is a white trash version of Skull & Bones and attracts the dumbest people who are easily hoodwinked and manipulated into terrorist activities. However, what surprises me is how similar Franklin’s philosophy was to Charlie Manson’s. Both said they wanted to “ignite a race war.” I find that odd, especially since that mission started with the Process Church of Final Judgment, a British spinoff from Scientology, who taught first it to Charlie in the Haight. But who taught it to Franklin?
Oh yeah, Franklin was executed by chemical injection yesterday, after years on death row.

Sometimes magic starts itself

Before I arrived at High Times, I’d spent over a year working on a book about the East Village art scene, examining the art clubs. Art After Midnight goes for around $100 today, although you can buy an updated digital version on smashwords with new illos and photos for under $5. There was a lot of hybridization going on in the 1980s, with punk meeting hip hop and both invading the art world from different fronts. Both styles emanated out of the 1960s counterculture and both found the mainstream too soft.

So I was in a Club 57 frame of mind, where camp becomes a wilderness of mirrors, when I arrived at High Times and just to pass the time, started a column called My Amerika by Ed Hassle, a tribute to Ed Anger of the Weekly World News. I always thought the supermarket tabloids were run as propaganda tools by the CIA, but Anger was an obvious comedy act who made fun of right wing views by taking them to their illogical conclusions.

Bill Kelly, my favorite deejay used to read from his column on his Sunday show. Funny thing, Bill was a big reason I diverted into forming the Soul Assassins. I was hanging out with the first generation of hip hop and inspired by their do-it-yourself energy. I could have formed a rap band I guess, or just become a hip hop journalist for the rest of my life and made a fortune like Nelson George. Instead I veered into garage rock? Maybe because I’d been kicked out of my first garage band for doing LSD in 1967 and never got to finish perfecting my garage rock set. Then I met Brian Spaeth and he’d been kicked out of the Fleshtones, the reigning garage kings of NYC. So I guess we both had something to prove.

Funny thing, after Ed Hassle called for the formation of a new movement called The Freedom Fighters, a hemp movement that would bring back the big pot rallies from the late 1960s (most of these events had died out) it began as a joke really, but when the issue came out, the concept took off like wild-fire, and I realized I had a tiger by the tale. Before long, I was touring around the country, playing with my band in front of tens of thousands of cheering fans, and giving speeches about legalization with Chef RA and Jack Herer at every stop. And afterwards, we’d head back to the campground and eat Ra’s Rasta Pasta, sip Budweiser and pass spliffs until late into the night while the Assassinettes danced around the fire with a full moon beaming down. See, I was trained in “Happenings” by the likes of Jasper Grootveld, Julian Beck, John Cage, and Ken Kesey, so I had a sense of the magic involved in changing people’s perceptions on a massive scale, as well as the techniques for manifesting that sort of magic.

Funny how the natural elements always seemed to be working against us, not to mention all those undercover cop cars that dogged us everywhere. The first time we left New York in our magic bus, we got stranded by a freak snow storm high in the Pennsylvania mountains. Much later, returning from the first Freedom Fighter National Convention, we got lost in a monsoon and a screaming fight broke out about which way to go. When the bus finally got back to our motel, I kissed the ground. But we lost Rodger, who had all the weed, as he couldn’t take the smell of hard liquor on some of us and disappeared never to trust us fully again. And then the party turned into a binge drinking bash with no weed in which our energy unraveled and we lost harmonization. We’d broken up and lost our Assassinettes, not to mention Brian, Bob and Rick. And the vibe just wasn’t the same without them.

What exactly is "the counterculture?"

In the 1950’s anti-establishment teenagers were carefully guided toward thrill crime and mindless violence. There was little hint of spiritual enlightenment or political consciousness. Notice rock’n’roll was bolted into this meme from the beginning, so rockers and delinquents were virtually indistinguishable? This was not an accident.

But did you ever consider how useful this meme was to the powers-that-be? By sheep-dipping anti-establishment teens as violent and dangerous, it made them so much easier to control, and encouraged mindless confrontations with police, a battle teens can never win. In truth, white teenagers were falling in love with black culture through the radio and shaking off some of the programming in the process and threatening to break down some establishment barriers.

In the same way, I’ve always wondered about the radical groups from the 1960s that encouraged violence and terror as legitimate, especially the Red Army faction from Germany, the Baader-Meinhof crew and the Weather Underground.

Personally, I never bought into Marxism, Communism, or any other ism, so when I see a logo with a red star and a machine gun, it doesn’t provoke my empathy. In fact, I’d view this sort of sigil as a secret emanation of a security service. Manufacturing violence is how the system works.

Whenever you see violence projected as a legitimate lifestyle, consider the possibility you’re down a rabbit hole, deep in some intelligence operation, lost in the wilderness of mirrors sheltering the sorcerers of death.

My favorite German radical from the sixties is Bommi Baumann, who turned away from violence after realizing he’d been programmed into accepting it since birth in the slums of Eastern Berlin.
Bommi wrote a book translated in English as “Terror or Love?” and in the summer of 1981 Des McEnuff staged an incredible version at the Public Theater in Manhattan. I wonder if Des will ever bring that production back? He’s a famous Broadway director of musicals now, and this was actually his first major New York show, but it was brilliant.

Which brings me back to the point of this blog: the mainstream current sucks people into violence, while the counterculture swims upstream against violence. All the elements of the counterculture were assembled in Congo Square in New Orleans, where a merger of all cultures occurred, one that held improvisational ceremonies. Since all cultures were invited, this culture was free of bigotry by design. This culture brought about integration. They were the activists of change. And this culture made reefer popular. And it continues to evolve today because it is improvisational in nature. And this culture has long been in conflict with the powers-that-be, who prefer to isolate people in groups to make them more vulnerable. Recreational drug habits of a forbidden culture quickly become persecution campaigns. The crime of the jazz heads was not they were smoking weed but they were mixing races. Reefer was just the easiest method of persecution, especially since its odor is so pervasive and distinctive.

So being “counterculture” has nothing to do with your haircut, the amount of cannabis you consume, what religion you follow, what clothes you wear, or what concerts you attend. It simply means you reject violence as the option of first resort and prefer to follow the path of peace. Wars are orchestrated for profit and both sides can be funded by the same banks. This is the greatest hoodwink of the ages, and the assassination of JFK and the events of 9/11 are but small peep-holes into this deeper reality.

9/11 is unraveling

JFK was murdered while I was in junior high, but two years later, by the time I reached high school, stories had already begun surfacing about possible CIA involvement in the assassination. Like almost all Americans, I initially had a negative reaction to these theories. There was no way I could wrap my mind around the fact the basic institutions of government might be severely corrupted—not in America, thought I. But the reality is most institutions either start out corrupt or eventually become corrupt over time. That’s just human nature at work.

So when 9/11 took place, I knew immediately this was a major operation designed to sweep us into war. I watched one of the Towers collapse from the roof of a building near Union Square, and then put my family in a car and high-tailed it upstate to Woodstock, where I remained for over a week convinced the air in Manhattan was not safe. Most of the toxic dust cloud blew directly east towards Brooklyn, but I was sure we were going to see tremendous health issues, and could not understand why the city made a sudden announcement that the air in Manhattan was safe. I knew that was just one of many lies being told.

In another twenty years, the entire 9/11 op will probably become transparent to anyone who cares to delve into the actual facts, although I am sure the media and government will hold to their cover story forever. If you control the media and you can tell a lie over and over, eventually, after a century or two, the lie becomes history. Today, most teens seem little interested in political realities and many swallow the official cover-stories unquestioningly, the opposite of my generation’s mindset in the 1960s.

For me, the truth in political conspiracies is revealed through the cover-up. When great crimes are committed, they demand great cover-up efforts. When the 9/11 truth movement appeared, I knew it would be heavily penetrated by disinfo agents seeding rabbit holes. In the early years, it was difficult to discern reliable researchers from the manufactured whistleblowers. The best way to tell these two camps apart is by realizing the fakes will be lionized in the press and put on the cover of Time magazine, while real researchers will always be ignored.

If you want to get a primer on where 9/11 research is today, I suggest watching the 5-hour documentary by Massimo Mazzucco (below). It’s helpful to consider the European perspective. The documentary examines the major disinfo artists in Europe who support the official version. After watching this film, it will be impossible to believe anything the Pentagon says about this event.

Hopefully, in another twenty years or so, we may have some real answers as to what went down that day. In the meantime, rest assured those buildings could not have collapsed without the use of explosives, and the maneuvers of some of the airplanes were impossible even by the best of pilots. There is also the photoshopped image of the Pentagon strike from a camera in the Pentagon parking lot, a photo that remains the only image released of the explosion. For some reason, the image of the plane was obviously removed.

Like the JFK cover-up, which was exposed recently in the documentary Evidence of Revision, you can see the distorting and fabrication of 9/11 evidence in the New Pearl Harbor. One thing I appreciated from watching this documentary was how much solid info Loose Change had collected early on, especially regarding explosions inside the Trade Towers. Those explosions actually began shortly before the first plane hit. I’d always mistrusted Loose Change because it came out so quick, but in retrospect, seeing how much footage from that documentary made it into New Pearl Harbor, I have to admit Loose Change did a lot of important early work.




Chauncey Holt was Meyer Lansky’s accountant

One of the more interesting JFK books is an autobiography of Chauncey Holt, who claims to have been Meyer Lanksy’s accountant, forger and occasional pilot. Holt managed to outlive his gangster and CIA associates, which is why he was able to tell his story eventually. You might recognize him as one of the three “tramps” photographed in Dallas that fateful November day fifty years ago.

The other two photographed with him in the Plaza have since been identified Charles Harrelson (Woody’s dad) and Charles Rogers, although when the photos first surfaced, a huge effort was made to ID Holt and Harrelson as Howard Hunt and Frank Sturgis. It was actually James Angleton, head of CIA counterintelligence who planted the story Hunt was in Dallas that day, which was true, although Hunt seems to have had little idea what was going down. He was a propaganda expert who may have been placed in Dallas as a diversion, as the Plaza was filled with spooks and gangsters, most of whom had zero idea the President was about to be killed. See, spooks and gangsters often play their games with little background information or just a made-up cover story. Everything is done on intel rules: “need to know” basis, with most not knowing much of anything, except you do what the bosses say or face the unhappy consequences.

Organized crime and the intelligence agencies work hand in glove and the corruption of our political system is worse than you ever imagined. Holt was a lifelong criminal and he makes no excuses for his behavior. He does, however, provide an important window on the assassination.

I know Johnny Roselli was one of the shooters because Roselli confessed many times to multiple people. The other two shooters, however, may have been James Files and Charles Nicoletti, although there were multiple professional assassins in Dealey Plaza that day. Of course, the number-one suspect for the on-site team leader and a possible shooter has to be William Harvey because he was working closely with Roselli on assassinating Castro, a plot that was diverted to JFK after the oligarchy lost confidence in JFK as he was “changing too fast.” Many in the CIA believed Harvey took the kill shot.
Apparently, after Mary Meyer gave JFK some LSD for one of the lovemaking sessions, Kennedy decided to join her mission to manifest world peace and he began learning the strings of power to aid in his mission. No doubt, the military industrial complex became quite alarmed by this unexpected turn of events as they viewed JFK as little more than a chronic womanizer who stole lines from President Lincoln for use in his best speeches.

Holt, like most of organized crime, did not like Kennedy and felt he had betrayed their cause after they helped him steal an election from Nixon, something that mostly happened in Chicago. While attacking Carlos Marcello and Jimmy Hoffa through his brother Robert, JFK was also trading secret messages with Sam Giancana through their mutual mistress. It certainly would be interesting to know what was in those messages they traded as Giancana would soon be involved in assisting the assassination effort, sending his three best hit men to Dallas.

Although Holt died in 1997, long before this book was published, he did participate in a documentary available on YouTube that is worth watching. Like many involved, Holt did not come to Dallas realizing they were going to assassinate the President. Even among the spooks and gangsters at the scene there was confusion as to what had actually gone down and who’s secret agent(s) had done the shooting.