Why are the killers of Malcolm X and Fred Hampton ignored?

If there’s a topic of interest to the intelligence community, rest assured there’s a massive tomb detailing every fact known written by some Ivy Leaguer and/or devoted Marxist, published by a prominent company, and given rave reviews by global press outlets. In this regard, I’m certainly reminded of Case Closed by Gerald Posner.

In the 1960s, confusion reigned supreme, and few had any clue regarding deep state machinations driving the collective unconscious. The trail into these operations has been snowed under by an avalanche of disinfo, although enough evidence has been assembled to see the shadows on the cave wall. Of course, those shadows are easily ignored by academia.

Two decades ago, an online researcher appeared suggesting the Los Angeles music scene was a CIA creation, and the sixties were designed to lead the youth into apathy through drug addiction. This same researcher later posted elaborate theories on why we never landed on the moon and why nobody got hurt at the Boston bombing. So right away, you know this person was salting disinfo all along. It makes no difference if he was promoting paranoia for profit, a paid operative of some intelligence agency, or a brainwashed MK/Ultra robot, the result is the same, and such people can never be debated because their positions are immoveable.

Al-Mustafa Shabazz killed Malcolm X but good luck finding that fact anywhere online, especially at Wikipedia. Up until his death in 2019, he drove a gold Mercedes Benz E-Class sedan and was married to one of Newark’s most prominent civic leaders.

Two recent developments have altered this landscape significantly. One was a Neflix documentary exposing the real murderer of Malcolm X (Al-Mustafa Shabazz) and his connections to intelligence operations. The other is publication of the book Chaos, which investigates Charlie Manson’s connections to the CIA.

There is another book recently published but I fear you won’t find anything about either of these revelations: Set the Night on Fire: L.A. in the Sixties. “The Manson gang were bit players compared to the forces of law and order,” write Mike Davis and Jon Weiner, as an explanation why hippie culture is not covered while the text concentrates on black and brown struggles against the LAPD. In fact, those liberation movements were greatly inspired by the Students for a Democratic Society, an organization we know today was infested and destroyed by FBI and CIA spooks operating without knowledge of each other, although both teams were promoting acts of violence.

I don’t know much about Davis other than he’s a lifelong Marxist, but I certainly recognize Weiner because he collected and distributed the FBI files on John Lennon. Now there’s a book of immense interest to the CIA because the assassin resembles a model MK/Ultra case. But you won’t find Weiner writing anything about that issue. Nor does he have anything of value to add to the JFK assassination. His one online comment on the subject is a review of Winter Kills, which presented the absurd theory JFK was killed on orders from his father. Weiner confesses of all the various JFK assassination theories, this one remains “his favorite.” Winter Kills was written by Richard Condon, who also wrote the incredibly insightful The Manchurian Candidate, which JFK enjoyed immensely, and which got made into a movie largely because Frank Sinatra was turned onto the book by JFK. After the rights were secured, JFK had one question for Sinatra: “Who’s going to play the mother?” The book was far more detailed on the complex world of secret societies at the center of power than the movie. The super rich members of the oligarchy are a different species and probably always have been.

Shortly after The Manchurian Candidate film was released, JFK was assassinated, and the parallels between the film and real life too pronounced so the film was shelved. It would not reappear until later in the decade, after evidence of the real MK/Ultra brainwashing campaign had been exposed.

The real story of the assassination of Malcolm X was revealed by historian Abdur-Rahman Muhammad who identified Shabazz (then known as William Bradley) as firing the first and fatal shots with a sawed-off shotgun, but those facts were not widely available until five years ago with the publication of Malcolm X: A Life of Reinvention by Columbia University professor Manning Marable. This revelation was largely ignored until a Netflix documentary was released this year (without giving credit to Muhmmad or Marable).

The Netflix documentary also revealed the FBI had significant assets deep inside the upper circles of the Nation of Islam, although we have no idea how high those assets reached. The assassination was a coproduction between the FBI and the Newark mosque.

William O’Neil

Bradley reminds me greatly of another William who assisted wet work for the FBI around the same time. Like Bradley, William O’Neil was recruited after being arrested for a major crime. He became the personal bodyguard to Fred Hampton, who had just been made head of the Black Panthers. Unlike the FBI and CIA plants, Hampton was a pacifist and he’d only agreed to lead the Panthers if they became non-violent. Hampton was also the biggest threat to the emergence of the Weather Underground, which sought to destroy the SDS. But in December 1969, days after Charles Manson was charged in the Tate-LaBianca murders, O’Neil slipped a sleeping pill to Hampton so he would be disabled when the police assassins arrived a few hours later.

After the police assassins departed, the crime scene was left wide open, and among the first to arrive was leader of the Weather Underground, Bernadine Dohrn, who was soon leading the press around the blood-stained, bullet-ridden apartment. This appearance vaulted Dohrn into great celebrityhood and she deployed the murder as the reason why hippies needed to arm themselves and start shooting police. Dohrn herself would soon be linked to the deaths of numerous officers on both coasts. Soon she would be hailing Manson as a culture hero for “killing pigs,” and devising a three-fingered official Weather Underground “fork salute” as the proper way to hail him.

Six years before Hampton’s murder, on October 31, 1963, an anonymous tip from “Lee” a confidential FBI informant, revealed some men in Chicago were planning to kill JFK, who was due to visit the following day. At the same time, a landlady called police to report four rifles with telescopic sights had been discovered in a room she’d just rented (a room overlooking the route JFK was soon due to follow). The Secret Service was notified and JFK’s trip to Chicago was cancelled.

Thomas A. Vallee

Strangely, Thomas Arthur Vallee was one of the men at the apartment, and he had been previously posted to the CIA’s secret base in Atsuki, Japan, along with Lee Harvey Oswald. The base launched the U-2 spy planes. Both Vallee and Oswald had since been involved with anti-Castro Cubans in New Orleans, and both were moved into offices overlooking imminent presidential parade routes. A Secret Service agent in Chicago blew the whistle on the cover-up of these facts, but he was swiftly silenced and threatened with jail. His name was Abraham Bolden.

But the important news is the policeman assigned to spy on Valle was Daniel Groth, the same policeman sent to execute Fred Hampton. Jon Weiner is an editor at The Nation, which has always held firm to the Warren Commission’s absurd findings, which is why it’s not surprising Weiner hasn’t been investigating MK/Ultra links running through suspicious assassinations.

The Nation is run by Katrina vanden Heuvel, who is also a member of the Council on Foreign Relations. Her father William vanden Heuvel was a protege of William Donovan, who headed the Office of Strategic Services, precursor of the CIA. Even more telling, vanden Heuvel was the personal attorney for Yale Bonesman W.A. Harriman.

Thanks to a group of counterculture burglars, the FBI’s Cointelpro operation was exposed in March of 1971, which forced the FBI to shred the records, which eventually allowed Dohrn to come out of the cold to accept a tenured professorship at a major university. This is how you read the shadows on the cave wall because real social activists like Malcolm X and Hampton are always disappeared, while intel stooges like Dohrn are rehabilitated into the upper echelons of academia.

The Jimmy Hoffa-JFK assassination connection

According to Frank Sheeran, Jimmy Hoffa was considered loveable by Sheeran’s daughters, while the girls steered a wide berth around the Sicilians. After Hoffa’s disappearance, the daughters suspected their father’s involvement in the killing and broke off contact. The film does a masterful job exploring the family dynamics and I find it strange some suggest it’s too long and should have ended with the hit, and not spent so much effort on the collapse of the assassin’s family. Those critics are missing the point.

But the film does fail to explore the crucial Hoffa-JFK assassination connection even though it does have a cameo of David Ferry, the CIA operative who worked for Carlos Marcello’s lawyer. And the film does indicate JFK was passing notes to Sam Giancana through a mutual mistress, but fails to mention Momo’s hit man John Roselli fired the first shot at JFK, hitting him in the throat.

Sheeran was introduced to Hoffa as a house painter (hit man) who did carpentry (disposed of bodies), but there was nothing in the film about Hoffa ordering any hits even though Sheeran would have been the logical choice to carry one out. Maybe that info was left out intentionally by Sheeran, or maybe Hoffa did have a sense of karmic consequences.

Had Sheeran refused to kill Hoffa, he felt sure he would have been whacked for turning down the mission, and it was clear Hoffa’s fate was sealed in any event. So no need for both of them to die. That was his logic.

The Kennedy brothers may have changed after the mantle of power was placed on John. Or maybe it was the LSD Mary Meyer gave them both that turned them into peaceniks. Their father was part of the Irish mob, as opposed to the Jewish or Sicilian, but in reality, all mobs are capable of doing business or going to war. Hoffa became the primary target of a Kennedy war. But later, after JFK was killed, he provoked the ire of the CIA.

Joe McCarthy and Roy Cohn launch the fictitious Red Scare.

Bobby got his political teeth cut under the tutelage of Roy Cohn, chief investigator for Senator Joe McCarthy, who launched the fictitious Red Scare. It’s interesting the Communist movement in America was spearheaded by John Reed, who turned out to be an intelligence agent, although that realization (first uncovered by Antony Sutton) has not yet penetrated very far. For the most part, the American Communist Party was run by CIA counterintelligence under James Angleton, who also occupied the crucial Israeli-Vatican seat. While shaking down and setting-up Reds, Cohn also defended major organized crime figures in New York.

The first Congressional attempt to infiltrate organized crime was the Kefauver hearings, which explored the Sicilian brotherhood. It was a conspiracy theory at the time that the Sicilians had a national organization, something only taken seriously by the public for decades. Eventually Congress became compelled to investigate the rumors and that turned into the OJ trial of its day as the hearings were shown on live television. RFK did many withering Cohn-style interrogations that mocked the elderly godfathers, creating the impression for some RFK was a spoiled brat.

Congress failed miserably to penetrate the secret society because nobody talked beyond taking the Fifth, although a few Democrats did jail time after it was uncovered they’d taken “loans” from suspected crime bosses. The Teamster connection with the Sicilians was probed, and Dave Beck, head of the Teamsters, was forced out for taking a similar $300,000 interest free loan, and that’s how Jimmy Hoffa took over the Teamsters.

A decade later, the Valachi hearings finally proved the existence of a national Sicilian commission, while the heads of the five families in New York were identified. But a month later, JFK was assassinated by a CIA/mob hit squad, and RFK was soon just another lawyer. And Hoffa mysteriously disappeared shortly after bribing his way out of jail.

Apparently, the CIA and crime bosses had been working together for years, and while Hoover’s FBI had remained focussed on rooting out commies while denying the existence of any organized crime, the CIA was running the commies while the Sicilians were collecting photos of Hoover getting blowjobs. But since Hoover was also taking bribes and cooperating, there was no need for the CIA or the Sicilians to ever use those photos.

These matters were made more complex when Jimmy Hoffa switched parties, refusing to back JFK for president. Since Hoffa was influential and urging brother Teamsters to also vote for Nixon, and since the Teamsters were the biggest union in the country, this was a serious concern. The Democratic party had already been stung by negative perceptions post Kefauver. Hoffa was viewed as one of Kennedy’s biggest obstacles in capturing reelection. That and the challenge of winning the state of Texas, home to Big Oil and John Birchers, two elements joined at the hip that were revolting against JFK’s pivot toward world peace.

Hoffa may have even worked with RFK on removing Beck through exposing that unpaid loan. But Hoffa broke longstanding Teamster tradition by supporting a Republican. So when RFK became Attorney General, he immediately initiated a campaign to destroy Hoffa. At one point around 50 grand juries were investigating every aspect of Hoffa’s life, and it drove Hoffa crazy.

Hoffa was the most popular and powerful labor leader in the country, and made sure his union got the most favorable contracts, and he delivered the best pension plan. That billion dollar pension fund was also the cookie jar deployed to transform Las Vegas into the greatest gambling center in America. The Sicilians never needed any banks when they had the Teamster Pension Fund at their disposal.

Hoffa shared the same lawyer as Carlos Marcello and Santos Trafficante, the senior leaders of the Southern wing of the Sicilian men-of-honor society. Upon hearing the news of JFK’s death, Hoffa cheered. Soon, however, he was in jail due to efforts he took to protect himself against those grand juries, having been convicted of jury tampering.

Walter Sheridan

The head of RFK’s “get Hoffa squad” was Walter Sheridan. Hoffa viewed RFK as a spoiled Ivy League trust funder and his pissing war with Kennedy had only resulted in Hoffa’s incarceration.

While Hoffa was in jail, Jim Garrison launched an investigation into the JFK assassination, prodded by Hale Boggs, the Warren Commission member from New Orleans, and sole dissenter of the single bullet theory. “There’s no way one man shot up Jack Kennedy that way,” said Boggs before disappearing in a mysterious airplane crash.

Garrison was being viciously ridiculed in the national media, and the spearhead on the attack was none other than Walter Sheridan, who was now a producer for NBC. While others attempted to divert the spotlight upon Marcello and Trafficante, Garrison remained convinced only the CIA and Pentagon had the capabilities to control key elements in the plot and coverup. Because of Roselli’s involvement, Giancana had to be consulted in advance.

Hoffa was quoted something along the lines of: “Garrison is a smart man. Anybody who thinks he’s a kook is a kook themself.”

If Hoffa had been involved in the assassination, it’s unlikely he would have supported Garrison. Hoffa was not a mobster, but a labor leader who understood the reality of life on the street where everyone plays dirty when they can get away with it.

Playing dirty in those days involved bullets, bombs and illegal wiretaps. The government was doing it, the mobsters were doing it, and Hoffa had the best wiretapper in the business doing it, and he collected some tapes documenting both Kennedy brother’s sexual affairs, including one with Marilyn Monroe. But Hoffa never used those tapes against them.

It’s certainly possible that by speaking out in support of Garrison, Hoffa excited the players inside the Sicilian-CIA connection to action since they both had serious concerns the hit might someday unravel. So when Russell Bufalino explains to Sheeran that “the big boys” have decided Hoffa’s fate, Sheeran responds Hoffa is a big boy.

“Not that big,” replies Bufalino.

Buel Frazier is a key to JFK’s assassination

Frazier on the day of the assassination prior to a 12-hour grilling in which he was falsely told Oswald named him a co-conspirator.

Buel Frazier was only 19 when he met Lee Harvey Oswald. They both worked at the Texas School Book Depository for minimum wage ($1.50) and Frazier sometimes drove Oswald the 15 miles to work if his broken-down Chevy was functional. The day of the assassination Oswald appeared with a two-foot-long package and told Frazier they were curtain rods. When they arrived at work, Oswald carried the package between his palm and armpit. Frazier never swallowed the story that short package was actually a 36-inch Mannlicher-Carcano rifle. Nor did he swallow the story that soft-spoken, highly intelligent Lee Oswald shot JFK that day.

A much different, longer package from the one Frazier had seen that morning was produced for the media. Enormous efforts were made to connect Oswald to the murder weapon, and some of this activity seems to have involved fabricating evidence as it went along, which is why there was so much revision. The problem with the enormous bag shown to the media is it was put together with tape from the book depository, indicating it wasn’t the bag Oswald carried because his bag had been manufactured off-site.

I have no doubt Oswald was instructed to bring a package to work that day because he was seen departing the scene in a green Rambler station wagon driven by David Morales, or someone who looked much like Morales. Two others might have been hiding on the floorboards inside, one of whom could have been Ted Shackley. Certainly that duo worked on a number of murderous missions over the years.

Frazier was put through a 12-hour hostile interrogation and told at one point that Oswald had named him as a co-conspirator. He demanded and eventually got a lie detector test, which he easily passed. However, the hostility of the police towards his belief in Oswald’s innocence caused Frazier to lie very low for a long time.

He was pressured to change his story and also change the length of the bag by the Warren Commission, but never wavered. The Commission eventually rejected his story and concluded his memory was not accurate.

The Steven Hager Archives

Going up for sale soon and just the tip of the iceberg really on what I am holding: The Steven Hager Archives.

Need to find a landing spot while I can still function, and where it will be put to good use.

Untitled by Steven Hager, watercolor on paper, 1968.

1963 to 1969
Letters, drawings, short stories, artwork and memorabilia, including the only complete copy of The Tin Whistles, created in 1968. The material covers the emergence of garage rock and hippies in Champaign-Urbana, Illinois. Few realize the first real psychedelic anthem was The Finchley Boys “Only Me,” never released and written early in 1966, a song that deployed eastern-tinged scales and feedback to great mystical effect. The band was whisked out to San Francisco and momentarily adopted by the trailblazing Cockettes as “the next big thing.” Written by 15-year-old Mark Warwick, “Only Me” was never the same after Warwick left the band. Champaign became counterculture mecca in part because John Cage was living and working there, creating his most impressive ceremonies. Bob Nutt and Irv Azof (of Live Nation fame) became promoters for the local teen rock bands, which included the Knight Riders, for whom I played bass. Also includes documents involving the entrapment case a State Narcotics Taskforce put on me, a case never successfully prosecuted, just held over me for two years waiting in vain for me to cave and go State’s Evidence against my counterculture cohorts. All underground newspaper publishers were subjected to similar ops, unless they were created by the FBI’s Cointelpro in the first place.

1970-1971
Exile to Sweden, thanks to a low draft number, where I lived out my down-and-out in Stockholm fantasies, bought an antique used typewriter and began churning out philosophical musings, some of which involved CIA penetrations on the deserter movement, a wing of which was connected to LSD trafficking. The most notorious dealer had been jailed just prior to my arrival. Penniless, and on a one-way ticket, I bluffed my way through customs wearing a skimmer, carrying a silver-tipped cane, and wearing an improvised outfit out of a bygone era. “I’m here to inspect Stockholm University to see if I want to attend,” was all I told them. I ended up as an extra in the film on Joe Hill and nearly scored a speaking role as the costume crew took a liking to me.

1972-1977
College journalism, first at San Francisco City College, then playwriting at the University of Illinois. My one-act play was invited to the prestigious National College Theatre Festival and garnered a standing ovation. My plays were heavily influenced by Anton Chekhov and Samuel Beckett. Then it was back to journalism as I picked up a Master of Science degree from the University of Illinois. My thesis project was an examination of the recently created anti-abortion movement, which included a visit with the founder of the movement in St. Louis, Phyllis Schafly.

1978-1984
Professional journalism begins, first at Showbusiness Newspaper, the seedy underbelly of the theater business, led by the notorious Leo Shull. A procession of magazine jobs followed before arriving at the Daily News, where I began writing about hip hop in 1980, collecting massive interview recordings from the major creators and then publishing the first history on the subject while landing a film deal with Orion, which became the groundbreaking “Beat Street.” From there I began interviewing leading figures emerging in the art world, including Jean Michel Basquiat, Keith Haring and Kenny Scharf and published the influential “Art After Midnight” so hated by someone at St. Martins Press they shredded thousands of copies only to see the value rise astronomically in a few years. It remains the best document of the East Village art scene.

1985-2005
Started working with High Times and rose to Editor-in-Chief in a few years, while launching a parade of movements, starting with the hemp movement, the medical marijuana movement, the home cultivation with Dutch seeds movement, the Sea-of-Green cultivation technique that transformed indoor cultivation, and led the emergence of Amsterdam as the world cannabis capital. I also founded a legendary garage-revival band, the Soul Assassins, who began performing at major rallies. Began doing college debates with the former head of NYC DEA, and ended up visiting 400 colleges, and videotaped nearly every debate. Switched from taping interviews to recording everything on video, especially the ceremonies. After creating numerous events, like the Cannabis Cup, WHEE!, the Stonys, the Doobies, the World Marijuana Film Festival, I assembled video crews to live mix four-camera shoots in anticipation of streaming events on the internet. Wrote a screenplay based on my garage rock days titled “The Runaways,” and planned a $100k production but failed to raise the funds although a successful reading was staged at the Living Theater to much applause. I launched a parody of “Survivor” titled “Cannabis Castaways” that became so popular it crashed the website repeatedly. The focus of many events was injecting a dose of clean spirituality into the cannabis freedom movement and deploying 420 as the spearhead on that effort.

Bell, book and candle have been the foundation for ritual for millennia, so I created 7-candle sculptures as a focal point for ceremonial altars. Seven colors, seven scents and seven symbols drawn from a variety of cultures to signify unification of all religion under one rule: “Don’t hurt anybody.” This followed my belief cannabis was the original sacrament that launched peace culture, which created Buddhism and Christianity. Aum and Amen are the same thing, just different ends of the Silk Road.

The video crews were needed to document my belief that holding peace ceremonies could foster a template for passing responsible cannabis culture down to the next generation and prove the case of religious use. I planned to send this case to the Supreme Court using the video as evidence, along with my investigations into the history of religion, and how cannabis’ essential part in creating most religions had strangely been written out of history. In 1990, I wrote the first national magazine article explaining how the CIA killed JFK, and then assembled the greatest investigative journalism team High Times money could buy, a list that included Paul Krassner, Dick Russell, Peter Gorman, Mike Ruppert, Dan Hopsicker, and Robert Anton Wilson. Strangely, both campaigns created immense pushback from the bosses at High Times, although it took them years to figure out a way to declaw and erase me.

2006-2018
Created “The Tin Whistle” blog now with millions of views, and self-published a series of books on culture, politics and cannabis, including “Killing Kennedy,” “Killing Lincoln,” “Hip Hop Archives,” “1966,” “Cannabis, Magic & Religion.” Since zero of my original script of “Beat Street” was used (too much sex and drugs), I rewrote it as “Looking For the Perfect Beat,” and hope to see it produced some day.

 

Released a book of my songs with lyrics and chords. Made numerous short videos and built a Youtube site with millions of views.

I own the rights to all my journalism, books and video, including all work I did with High Times, and have the largest archive of High Times related material, including maps to where all the bodies were buried, and the keys to understanding why my investigative journalism, as well as my campaign for spiritual rights may have upset the powers-that-be.

Not long after my departure, High Times began losing millions of dollars annually.

Meanwhile, I became a specialist in navigating the fake conspiracy network which I call the Tin Foil Hat Patrol, something deployed to discredit legitimate deep state research.

 

The strange death of Mary Meyer

Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to….with that eyedropper of LSD in your hand, baby?

Let me explain how the world really works: There’s an extremely wealthy oligarchy of American aristocrats, many of whom have strong alliances with relatives in Europe, and they regularly gather in private ceremonies to harmonize while plotting a future that involves preserving their great fortunes, cartels and secret monopolies. Today, most people call this crowd “the elites” but I call them “Old Money.”

Mary Pinchot Meyer was one of this crew and wore charm and grace like a second skin according to her friends. She may have been one of the few women sexy enough to lure JFK from away from Marilyn Monroe and she enjoyed bringing sacraments to her liaisons with the President, usually marijuana, which was good for his back pain, but also at least one time LSD because it was legal at the time while pot was not, and she felt everyone could benefit from a psychedelic-induced spiritual awakening.

Mary’s best friend from college married James Angleton, who rose to head of CIA counterintelligence, the dirty tricks side of the agency, while Mary married Cord Meyer, who rose to become chief of the CIA’s Project Mockingbird, the mission to plant propaganda in news and entertainment media. Mary became a famous journalist herself. Old Money has a left and right and just like all the rest of us slobs are supposed to divide up into “liberals” and “conservatives,” Old Money divides to commandeer those ops, only us regular slobs can only read the news, while Old Money owns the newspaper plant. Mary was at the top of the liberal wing of Old Money, the ones who’d been funding the Communist, socialist and labor movements.

LSD was being passed around freely at the CIA at the time and being experimented with for mind control ops involving hypnosis, so Mary had no trouble getting access. Almost immediately, her life changed dramatically and she took on the mission to turn on the most powerful people in Washington so they might see the divine light and start working for world peace. Apparently, she didn’t realize Washington is run by the military-industrial complex. Both Kennedy brothers apparently fell under Mary’s influence around this time, but then most males in Washington swooned a bit when Mary passed by.

What Mary didn’t know, however, was that devious James Angleton had long been bugging her phone, reading her mail and secretly using Mary as a source of intelligence as she weaved through the upper circles of society spreading her message of world peace. So when Mary began talking with Timothy Leary in order to get advice on how to best invoke a spiritual response on LSD, Angleton was listening in. And after Mary reported to Leary that Jack loved LSD and had secretly joined her mission to end the Cold War and dismantle the nuclear arms race, well Angleton took that news to his mentor Allen Dulles, cousin by marriage to the Rockefellers, a man who once ran the CIA but had been fired by Kennedy after the Bay of Pigs debacle.

Mary called Leary after the assassination and was distraught. “He was changing too fast,” she sobbed. “They covered up everything, I’m afraid.”

On October 12th, 1964, two weeks after the publication of the fraudulent Warren Commission Report, she was found dead on a jogging path in the park. Two bullets, one to the head and one to the heart. Gangland execution-style. I’d check on mad dog Bill Harvey and handsome Johnny Roselli to see if one were in Washington that day, although a homeless black man found in the park became the designated patsy.

Meanwhile, within minutes, Angleton arrived at Mary’s home to retrieve her diary and any other potentially dangerous evidence.

Just shine a light on James Angleton and his movements and mind set immediately after the assassination and you’ll see trail of dead bodies leading off into the darkness.

Even today, Project Mockingbird continues and part of its propaganda is to make you think we still don’t know who killed Kennedy. A few even push the tired old “Oswald acted alone.” But the truth has been available for decades if you know how to sift through the disinfo for kernels of truth, and once you connect enough dots, it ends with Angleton and Dulles. 

Luis Angel Castillo is a clue to the JFK assassination

This story starts in Bordentown Reformatory in New Jersey, where baby-faced Luis Angel Castillo was undoubtedly selected for MK/Ultra hypnosis experiments that involved the manufacture of Manchurian Candidate robot assassins. The doors on the subject of multiple personality disorder first opened in 1957 with the publication of The Three Faces of Eve.

The CIA’s interest in hypnosis mind control is well documented despite all attempts to erase and obscure it, and the list of suspected MCs continues to grow through the decades.

In 1966, Castillo departed Chicago for the Philippines, traveling under a Philippine passport taken from a Philippine national illegally in the USA. Apparently his mission was to assassinate Ferdinand Marcos, who was dipping his fingers excessively into the stolen gold stashed by the Japanese after WWII and recovered by Yale Bonesmen working with Opus Dei.

Once in the Philippines Castillo was arrested by security services. He claimed to be a Castro secret agent and offered his services in assassinating Huk guerrillas. But then they decided to submit Castillo to drugs and hypnosis and an entirely different story popped out. He quickly confessed to being among 14 Cuban intelligence agents who had been deployed in Dallas for Kennedy’s assassination after which he flew to Chicago in a plane piloted by a Russian-looking women named Jean Dole of Madison, Wisconsin.

It appears Castillo could have been a shooter, or back-up patsy linked to Castro if anything went south with the Oswald-as-lone-assassin scenario. Castillo claimed to have been positioned on the second floor of the Dal-Tex Building with a rifle in his lap that he had no memory of firing (a detail that could easily have been hypnotically erased). Also of note, Castillo claimed the rifle was produced out of a bag in two parts, which corresponds to Ed Hoffman’s testimony of the grassy knoll gunman, as well as Joseph Milteer’s description of the weapon.

Apparently, Castillo had been part of the Bay of Pigs invasion and later deployed into Castro’s intelligence services before landing in Chicago. The CIA put immense effort into locating people who were easy to hypnotize and used them for a variety of intel ops, and Castillo pioneered a list that now includes Sirhan Sirhan, Mark Chapman and Donald DeFreeze, and many others. The problem was Castillo had so many multiple personalities that it became exceedingly difficult to determine which of his statements might be true, as opposed to which had been hypnotically planted.

Mind control has evolved enormously in our time. Before they needed to put their hands on you to create MCs, while now they recruit and direct them through Internet-induced hypnosis. And, of course, three companies (Google, Facebook, Amazon)  are directing the mass mind with all sorts of analytic tools at their disposal. These are the primary digital gatekeepers and their power is growing. To a large extent, they decide what stories people believe and what products they will lust for, and they have controls to adjust the psychological ballast for maintaining stability of the status quo.

Ed Hoffman is a key to the JFK assassination

The most important witness to the JFK assassination never made an appearance in the Warren Commission Report, but why would that surprise anyone? Ed Hoffman was easily dismissed at the scene because he was a deaf mute who couldn’t communicate what he’d witnessed. Hoffman happened to be seated on the triple overpass near Dealey Plaza on November 22, 1963.

Hoffman did tell his uncle, who was a Dallas policeman, as well as his father. The story alarmed his father, who encouraged his son to keep quiet. His uncle filed no report. During the summer of 1967, however, five years after the fact, Hoffman went to the FBI and over a few weeks met at least twice with agents who filed reports. These reports were designed to minimize the information and cast doubt on Hoffman’s story. Six years later, Hoffman wrote a letter to Edward Kennedy, who also dismissed his story. In March of 1977, Hoffman returned to the FBI once again.

What Hoffman saw was a puff of gunsmoke from the picket fence, which he mistook for someone lighting a cigarette. The man wore a stylish black hat and dark blue suit. He turned and tossed a rifle to another man wearing the uniform of a railroad worker. The railroad worker twisted the gun, breaking it in two, and deposited it into a tool box before casually walking towards the railroad tracks.

In the pandemonium that followed, Hoffman had tried vainly to communicate with the first policemen on the scene, and quickly lost sight of the two men. However, despite pressure from his family, who seemed to have realized how dangerous this info was, Hoffman refused to bury the story and kept trying to force it into the open. You can watch the testimony he gave to a British film crew below.

Hoffman is one of the most credible witnesses to the event, a list that also includes Richard Carr, Buell Frazier, James Tauge, Lee Bowers, S.M. Holland, and Amos Eunis, among others.

If you spend enough time sifting through the evidence of this case, eventually the pieces will fall into place, and Hoffman’s testimony is supported by numerous other crucial pieces of evidence.

JFK’s murder had been in the works for months, and at least two previous attempts had been aborted due to leakage. The first attempt had been planned for Chicago and was aborted when an FBI informant known as “Lee” dropped a dime to the Chicago Secret Service. The second attempt was scheduled for Miami, and was aborted after an FBI informant wearing a wire picked up a rightwing extremist talking about the impending hit. That extremist was Joe Milteer, and among other details, he noted that the shots would come from a tall building, the rifle would be broken down, and a patsy would be immediately picked up to close down any investigation.

The weapon used to murder JFK was the same one Milteer had likely been made aware of since Milteer was visiting Miami at the time he was wiretapped. And Miami is where the CIA’s largest station outside Langley had recently been closed down by JFK. This station, JM/Wave, is where the JFK assassination team was assembled and trained. The station had originally created this hit squad to murder Castro, but when Kennedy ordered that project shut down, the team responded by targeting JFK.

The identity of the grassy knoll gunman who delivered the fatal headshot has become Excalibur as far as the media is concerned and more smoke and mirrors have been applied to prevent extracting the sword than almost any other aspect of the complex story. But pay attention to Hoffman, and realize none of the tramps fit this description, so Woody Harrelson’s dad and CIA assassin Charles Rogers are off the hook.

I’m convinced John Roselli was a shooter, simply because Handsome Johnny was working so closely with JM/Wave at the time, and had been the first professional hitman recruited into the CIA’s secret executive action program. Roselli never hid his involvement. As a result, he was railroaded into jail, and wound up in pieces floating in a barrel in Biscayne Bay after being released. But Roselli claimed he had been hiding inside the triple overpass, inside a storm drain, and had fired the first shot, which hit JFK in the throat, not the kill shot from the knoll.

Over the decades, the name Lucian Sarti, a Corsican hitman and drug runner, has popped up over and over. Like Roselli, Sarti (left) appears to have been a dapper dresser and might fit Hoffman’s description of the shooter. Sarti was killed by Mexican police in Mexico City in April of 1972, reportedly the result of a collaborative effort by the men-of-honor working with the intelligence agencies in order to “shatter Corsican influence in the worldwide narcotics traffic” and replace it with one dominated by Florida crime boss Santos Trafficante.

Operation Mindfuck mindfucked me

Judge Jim Garrison.

In the late 1960s, a brave New Orleans District Attorney suspected a coverup in the JFK assassination. Since crucial segments of the case fell within his jurisdiction, he initiated a secret investigation. Unfortunately, this investigation was immediately penetrated, revealed to the public, and for the rest of his life, Jim Garrison was blanketed in spooks.

Suddenly, ordinary citizens like myself were forced to become amateur sleuths, lining up available dots to determine what happened because it was obvious intelligence footprints were all over the case, and the Warren Commission’s magic bullet theory made no sense. But suddenly, there arrived a lot of noise and confusion, and some of that was a result of Operation Mindfuck.

Paul and Robert; photo by Steve “Fly’ Pratt.

Mindfuck began with a missive from Robert Anton Wilson to his editor at the Realist, Paul Krassner. The Realist was one of the only outlets covering the emerging psychedelic revolution, as well as the latest research into the political assassinations. Although circulation was small, influence over the counterculture was immense. Wilson’s instructions included: “circulate all rumors contributed by other members,” and “attribute all national calamities, assassinations or conspiracies to the other member-groups.”

After the Garrison investigation was exposed, Garrison was forced to rush his case to court, where he easily convinced a jury JFK had been assassinated as a result of a conspiracy, but failed to convince them Clay Shaw had been Oswald’s CIA handler and paymaster. (Many years later, it would be determined that role probably fell to David Atlee Phillips.)

One of Garrison’s chief supporters in the media was Art Kunkin, founder of the Los Angeles Free Press. Kunkin received a letter from the “Order of the Phoenix Angel” stating the jurors involved had all been members of the Illuminati, the evidence of which was that all had only had one nipple. Meanwhile, Krassner published “The Parts Left Out of the Kennedy Book,” which seemed entirely plausible until it ended with LBJ in the back of Air Force One fucking JFK’s head wound to change the direction of the bullet, a story that momentarily got traction in some gossip corridors inside the Beltway. If you’re going to tell a lie, make it a whopper and it’s more likely to be believed, as Goebbels used to say.

This sort of pranking was not new to Krassner. After all, the Realist was a satire magazine that mixed fact and fiction on a regular basis in the interest of comedy. In 1964, after Lenny Bruce got blacklisted, the Realist published his death notice. Bruce was not amused. He got enlightened, and then was disappeared, a trajectory I’m not personally unfamiliar with.

Kerry Wendell Thornley.

Soon, Wilson created a fake religion through the inspiration of Kerry  Thornley, who in hindsight could have been an MK/Ultra mind robot. Thornley was posted in Japan with Oswald and before the assassination, moved to New Orleans to write a book about Oswald. He gave key testimony to the Warren Commission to convince them Oswald was a true Communist at heart. It later turned out Thornley was well-known to Clay Shaw, and after testifying in Washington, he moved to California and became buddies with Johnny Roselli, who always claimed to have been one of the shooters before ending up in pieces in a drum barrel in Biscayne Bay.

Wilson and Thornley planted stories about the Illuminati in various leftist, libertarian and hippie publications, introducing the secret society to the counterculture. “We accused everybody of being in the Illuminati,” Wilson recalled. “Nixon, Johnson, William Buckley, Jr., ourselves, Martian invaders, all the conspiracy buffs, everybody.”

Col. Aquino, Sammy Davis, Anton LaVey.

After I became editor of High Times, I made Krassner a regular contributor and assigned him feature stories on the history of the counterculture. Krassner soon introduced me to Wilson, and he also began contributing. At this time, I had my own research going into the Franklin Savings and Loan that involved child abuse at the most famous Catholic orphanage in America, Boy’s Town in Nebraska. A key figure in my investigation was a colonel stationed in California named Michael Aquino, who had become the number two satanist under Anton LaVey, before creating his own Temple of Set.

A boy in Nebraska claimed Aquino was involved in programming children. The Discovery Channel funded a documentary, but it never got aired, although you can watch the rough cut on Youtube while it remains up (see video below).

Suddenly a data dump on the case that included details on Aquino’s background appeared on the internet, posted by a relatively new researcher named Dave McGowan. I asked all three of these writers to suggest a conspiracy story for High Times. Wilson submitted a story on Priory of Sion that tracked into the Masonic lodge P2 that had been fomenting terror events under a leftist false flag in order to destroy the left in Italy. Krassner wanted to attend a David Icke lecture, something that eventually morphed into a book dedicated to Wilson titled: “Murder at the Conspiracy Convention.” McGowan sent me a manuscript titled “Wagging the Moondoggie,” which claimed the moon landings were faked. Meanwhile, the Aquino data dump disappeared from the web.

After I emailed McGowan that I would never publish anything so absurd as “we never landed on the moon,” he got immediately hostile, and also became suspicious of my email address, phoenix420@hightimes.com. “Phoenix is the name of the CIA’s biggest assassination project, and 4/20 is Hitler’s birthday, so what is going on with you, Steve?”

Meanwhile, Krassner’s manuscript arrived, and it seemed in order until suddenly a murder took place towards the end and chaos broke out at the conspiracy convention. There was a lot of dialogue between Icke and Krassner, some of which had actually taken place between Krassner and Mae Brussel years earlier, before Krassner determined Brussel was off the deep end and lost interest in real conspiracy investigation. We never had a real conversation on the subject and he explained his loss of interest in conspiracy on a freakout he had at his dentist’s office. Conspiracy theory was making him paranoid and unstable. But I was horrified to see Aquino enter his story and get painted as an innocent victim, so I immediately called Krassner on the phone and asked about the murder.

“I made it up,” said Krassner.

I had no idea how to fix this mess since I was on deadline and crunched for time, and even though I knew this piece was putting mud in the water on Franklin, I went ahead and published it against my better instincts because I respected Krassner as the dean of counterculture journalism. Knowing what I know today, I would have rejected it.

Many decades later, I did some investigations into the Illuminati, only to discover Yale’s Skull & Bones is the only chapter we know of for sure, and that fraternity is just a recruiting ground for potential members, and not a place for hatching crimes (other than crooking, which involves stealing ceremonial objects and possibly also, human remains, which actually qualifies as a black satanic ceremony).

The point is to bind 15 juniors into a cohesive unit that will always put the order first. The new inductees make their bios available to the older members and some careers will advance accordingly. There is one rule: In any situation, a Boner must be chosen before all others, qualifications be damned. And since the original Illuminati plan was to have two wings: one involving people of high moral calibre and the other involving people willing to do anything necessary to achieve goals (and never let those two wings mingle), you can’t blanket all Boners with some universal condemnation.

The other significant factoid is that George H. W. Bush’s father was high in Skull & Bones and may have crooked Geronimo’s remains, which is why his tribe requested their return a few decades ago. One of the Bush brothers is the lawyer who represented the society in the court case. And, of course, George himself is wrapped up in details all over the place, including a memo he sent Hoover on “misguided Cubans,” as well as the fact many were warned to stay away from the Franklin story because it tracked straight to the top of the Republican Party. That was President George H. W. Bush they were undoubtedly talking about. Maybe you know Georgie has a flair for groping the asses of young girls on stage near him despite being confined to a wheelchair. And he typically uses the same lame joke while abusing them, something about “David Cop-a-feel.”

In keeping with the bizarre aspects of this case, William F. Buckley, one of the targets of Wilson’s wild Illuminati attacks, is a high-placed Boner, and we know this because he personally padlocked the door to the tomb when one class tapped some females. The entire society had to vote on the issue before the girls could be admitted.

Real conspiracy research involves real people, with real names, committing real crimes that can be brought into a courtroom. Mindfucking created a huge problem, and certainly played a role in keeping a lid on some dark deeds. In retrospect, I wish I’d been a bit more sophisticated and more careful. By the time I had things almost figured out, I was already disappearing.

Meanwhile, the Wilson fan club hounds me for saying Wilson’s Illuminati research is bunk, although they admit it’s 99 percent fantasy. In my world, it’s a sin to mix fantasy with conspiracy research. That is called fake news today, and we have too much of it. Meanwhile, McGowan went on to write highly detailed stories on how the Boston Marathon bombings were fake (nobody got hurt) and how the entire hippie counterculture was invented by the CIA. He died young of cancer and if you question any of his obvious rabbit holes, there’s an organized Tin Foil Hat Patrol that will appear to defend him and attack your credibility. Same thing with Wilson though.

I made a few trips out to Nebraska to do my Heads versus Feds debate with former NY DEA chief Robert Stutman and made friends with John DeCamp, the lawyer who appeared on the scene to represent the abused kids pro bono. DeCamp informed me one of his clients had identified Aquino as being involved, and accepted my invitation to the Heads versus Feds debate, sat in the front row, and during the question and answer segment, I introduced him and thanked him for his efforts to help the kids. Somewhere I have video of the encounter. What I didn’t know at the time, was that both DeCamp and Stutman had been posted under William Colby’s Phoenix Vietnam assassination project that destroyed the fabric of Vietnamese culture by assassinating the alpha tribal leaders. According to what DeCamp learned after the war, the people making the list of who should be killed turned out to be double agents. They were killing to make the Commie takeover easier, not resist it.

But then DeCamp, I much later found out, had lived at Boy’s Town himself as a teen, spoke Farsi, married a Vietnamese woman, and had remained extremely close with CIA chief Colby until Colby’s suspicious death by drowning.

If you can figure out this wilderness of mirrors, let me know.

The War on the Black Panthers

There’s a feature documentary on the Black Panthers on Netflix that covers a lot of important ground, although I can’t help but notice some significant facts were strangely left out of the script. I didn’t realize until I watched this that the overwhelming bulk of COINTELPRO activity was focused directly on the Panthers, who had become the younger generation’s most influential and charismatic force for change. When I was 15, I bought a black, double-breasted lambskin jacket and took it off as little as possible. Soon, I would be living in the Berkeley flats, just a few blocks from the Panther birthplace.

The original concept had been to monitor police radio traffic and respond to police activity in an effort to stem the tide of police violence against blacks in Oakland. For this mission they were heavily armed. However, soon the Panthers would be feeding kids free breakfasts and would put down the weapons and issue a ten-point program that wanted an end to police violence as well as the draft. The Panthers pioneered the idea that education, housing, food and health care should be free to anyone who couldn’t afford it.

One of the primary missions of COINTELPRO was to work divisions inside the Panthers, and pit leaders against each other. So the first big split occurred over the issue of weapons and need for violent revolution. Obviously, the FBI wanted the Panthers to be as violent as possible. The strategy for turning Panthers violent may have involved handing out gobs of free cocaine and turning them into addicts. There was only one other organization on the same level of prominence as the Panthers at the time, and that was Students for a Democratic Society (SDS), so simultaneous missions were undertaken to turn both organizations violent to justify a police crackdown. The easiest way to neutralize a revolution is to outflank the revolution on the left and lead it farther and farther left until all support from the populace at large disappears. This is essentially what happened with the Panthers and the SDS.

The SDS was destroyed through the creation of the Weather Underground, a violent splinter group that was no doubt a project of the national security state. The Weather Underground took their name from a Bob Dylan song during a time the CIA feared Dylan might ignite a revolution, so Dylan was being closely monitored and he withdrew from public view no doubt in order to escape the multiple ops and scams being run against him. The purpose of the Weather Underground was inciting violence against police. They killed a few on their own to spark the confrontation.

When Fred Hampton successfully merged the Panthers, the Young Lords and the SDS in Chicago, he instantly emerged as the greatest revolutionary leader in America, and was offered the position of national director of the Panthers. Fred came up with a name for the new group he was assembling: The Rainbow Coalition. But Fred was swiftly assassinated, and his rainbow legacy passed off and watered-down by deep state operative Jesse Jackson.

Obviously, the documentary covers Fred’s assassination in detail, but the most important clues were strangely left out. The police who murdered Fred while he was sleeping were the same officers who had years earlier been sent to interview a former Marine involved in a plot to assassinate JFK in Chicago. Both officers ended up rising rapidly through the ranks: Daniel Groth and Peter Schurla. Had that Chicago plot succeeded, the name Lee Harvey Oswald would have been replaced by Thomas Arthur Vallee, who was one of Oswald’s dopplegangers as he was posted at the same base in Japan, one notorious for MK/Ultra experiments. Vallee was a member of the John Birch Society and (like Oswald) had affiliations with Cuban mercenaries.

What’s interesting is not that some CIA-connected cops shot up Fred Hampton, but that the crime scene was bizarrely left wide open and unguarded and the first person to arrive was Bernadine Dorhn (real last name: Ornstein), the first student organizer hired by the National Lawyer’s Guild, a Communist organization infiltrated, if not supervised, by operatives of the deep security state. Dorhn led Chicago press on a guided tour and correctly identified the scene not as a gun battle (as asserted by the police), but as a one-sided massacre. Media coverage was deployed around the country to incite the counterculture peace movement into supporting an open season on cops as the best response to Fred’s death, while scaring the rest of the country into thinking a civil war was becoming imminent.

None of this unfolded by accident. The reason the crime scene was not secured was to allow Dohrn to deploy Fred’s assassination as her springboard to national fame and assist the National Lawyer’s Guild takeover of the non-violent SDS. Soon Dohrn would be feeding gobs of LSD to dozens of recruits while forcing them into group orgies.

Mourning of the Magicians

Long in the shadows of the great European powers, the United States emerged after WWII to command the world’s greatest economic engine centered around her merchants of steel, oil and gunpowder, aka the military-industrial complex.

The smoke of WWI had barely cleared before the Morgan-Rockefeller-DuPont axis began fomenting an even bigger boom-and-bang. Right after the “war to end all wars,” IG Farben was manifested through John Foster Dulles’ magic wand (and some massive Wall Street loans). The company was designed as a European mirror of Standard Oil, which was owned by Dulles’ cousin by marriage, David Rockefeller.

Farben swiftly transformed into the dominant cartel in Europe, as well as Hitler’s biggest booster. Perhaps best remembered for its creation of a petrochemical poison known as Zyklon B (designed originally for insect infestations, and later deployed to exterminate “useless eaters,” i.e. Jews, gypsies, communists, homosexuals, disabled), Farben conducted business with Standard Oil throughout the hostilities.

Although the corporation was split into pieces after the war (much like Standard Oil was divided by anti-trust laws), one of Farben’s divisions now owns Monsanto, leading to speculation on who won the peace.

Elements of the Nazi empire were secretly imported into the USA to construct NASA and the CIA, among other projects. NASA was built on the back of German rocket science and the CIA was built on the back of the Gestapo science, some of which seems to have involved forbidden substances and mass mind control. Despite promises never to engage in operations on native soil, the CIA immediately corrupted our media, banking system and major universities, while launching a mind-control program known as MK/Ultra that mixed hypnosis with LSD in the hopes of creating robot slaves.

In 1963, the CIA asserted their dominance by assassinating President John F. Kennedy while deploying Nazi and MK/Ultra assets during the planning, execution and cover-up. There are numerous dirty secrets held close to the vest, but JFK’s murder remains the CIA’s most worrisome secret, and through the decades they’ve launched a thousand memes to divide, misdirect and confuse anyone attempting to penetrate the truth. This blog concerns one of those memes, a spoof religion called Discordianism.

Meet the founder: Gregory Hill. Aside aside from the name, however, virtually nothing is known and it took decades for the name to emerge because he was known only as Malaclypse the Younger. (And who knows if Greg Hill is a real name anyway.) However, we do know some details on Hill’s sidekick and co-conspirator, Kerry Thornley, who was in boot camp with Lee Harvey Oswald. In hindsight it seems possible Hill’s real bio might contain some link to military intelligence, just as Thornley and Oswald may have been subjected to MK/Ultra experiments. The duo were forever entwined after the assassination. Thornley helped concoct a clever brew of fact and fantasy to create the CIA’s original Tin Foil Hat Patrol, and spread a cloud of chaos over the case, one that has defined the spook-infested world of conspiracy theory. Thornley became an important witness for the Warren Commission, providing evidence Oswald was devoted to the communist cause. You see, it was very important a communist kill Kennedy.

You can tell by the photo Thornley was a flower child influenced by the Beats, Merry Pranksters and Maynard G. Krebs, among others. But after his Warren Commission testimony, he attended at a spook-infested summer camp in Colorado popular with the Koch family, co-founders of the conspiracy-mongering John Birch Society. And upon graduation of that program moved to California to become chummy with Johnny Roselli (one of JFK’s assassins.) Thornley then moved to Atlanta and commenced a long correspondence with Robert Anton Wilson during a time Wilson was letters editor of Playboy magazine, the first and perhaps only national magazine to interview DA Jim Garrison. Garrison was a rare public official with balls enough to go up against the CIA.

Wilson was mesmerized and soon heavily influenced by Thornley’s tales of secret societies secretly running the world, a cosmology that bore similarities to the suddenly popular Morning of the Magicians, a text published in France in 1960, but released in America in 1963.

One online reviewer sums the book up thusly: “Medieval alchemists producing atomic bombs and atomic fusion; the Nazi movement inspired by memory/dreams of Atlantis; the Earth is hollow and we live on the inside; the Moon, Mars and Jupiter and the stars are made of ice; and three Moons have crashed into Earth, producing great evolutionary jumps and de-evolutionary lapses, like “Gypsies, Negroes and Jews.”

Hill and Thornley wrote a similar opus for their goof religion published in the style of an underground fanzine, a confusing mix of parody rituals, little-known Illuminati facts tossed with horror fantasies plucked out of Edward Plunkett and H.P. Lovecraft, who’d invented terrifying tales of monstrous conspiracies at the beginning of the century. Horror fantasy held a magnetic attraction in the LSD-fueled Sixties, and the higher people got, the harder it became to discern facts from fantasies, especially when so many fantasies revolved around the JFK assassination. It seems possible counterintelligence realized the Kennedy assassination could best be concealed by wrapping it inside stories of magic powers and alien visitations to deceive the gullible and lead them into the rabbit holes.

Mae Brussell came from a wealthy family, graduated from Stanford and Berkeley, and her father was a prominent rabbi in Los Angeles. She purchased all volumes of the Warren Commission as soon as available and launched a career as a radio host examining holes in the official story. Her files on the subject became as large as Mary Ferrell’s. Later, her research appeared in Paul Krassner’s Realist, and attracted the attention of John Lennon, who donated money to help publish her book. Much of the work involved Operation Paperclip and the MK/Ultra and Nazi connections to Kennedy’s assassination.

In 1977, after publishing Illuminatus!, Robert Anton Wilson was interviewed in Conspiracy Digest about the JFK assassination, the Illuminati, Aleister Crowley, UFOs and other issues. Brussell wrote a scathing response accusing Wilson, John Lilly and Timothy Leary of being CIA stooges leading the youth into a fake drug-addled utopian fantasy involving space travel. “Ask Leary or Wilson anything practical about today’s miseries and they change the subject,” she wrote.

Wilson responded by denying he was a CIA dupe, insisting he was “a high official of the agency since July 23, 1973.”

One of the primary precepts of Discordianism was never believe anything about anything, and Wilson never wavered from his roll as a Prankster-deceiver. In hindsight, however, most of the nonsense people believe today about the Illuminati has roots in his fantasy trilogy, and his work shows little evidence of scholarly research into the history of the Illuminati. Wilson believed the-eye-in-the-pyramid was an Illuminati invention and ridiculed the suggestion the society could have been a Jesuit penetration of freemasonry.

Actually that is certainly one of many valid possible explanations, not something to be ridiculed. According to Wilson, the Illuminati were “good guys” fighting against royalty and religion, and not some devious intelligence operation deploying ends-justify-the-means morality codes. Wilson introduced the idea that the number 23 was an Illuminati concept (it never was) and usually insisted the society had died out shortly after being founded. He believed Oswald shot Kennedy and Garrison’s investigation was a fraud.
Wilson’s biggest contribution to Discordianism was called Operation Mindfuck or OM, and involved disturbing a person’s reality matrix with some mindblowing conspiracy information and then trailing off into some make-believe maze of confusion. Life as zen koan wherein any sufficiently ambiguous answer works for any question whatsoever. If you ever got really high on psychedelics and had friends fuck with your head, you’ll recognize the sadistic underpinnings of Operation Mindfuck, and how it runs contrary to real investigations into conspiracies.

Within a few years, however, Antony Sutton published a factual book revealing how Yale University’s Order of Skull & Bones deploys remarkably similar rituals as the original Illuminati, and the Bonesman have successfully penetrated the upper levels of the CIA, investment banks and military industrial complex. Prescott Bush was a Bonesman and also acted as Hitler’s banker on Wall Street to the point of being chastised for trading with the enemy after the war. The society was created prior to the Civil War by the heir to the American opium cartel after visiting Southern Germany and based off a secret fraternity he’d been inducted into while there. After establishing Bones, he became the biggest financial backer of John Brown, the terrorist who sparked the Civil War’s armed confrontation. No, this is not some Operation Mindfuck going down, just some simple truths that most people have yet to digest.

Brussell, in the meantime, was not up on Sutton’s research. Instead she began making outrageous claims, connecting dots that probably didn’t connect, accusing almost every celebrity death of being orchestrated by the CIA for some nefarious purpose, much the same way every school shooting is instantly branded a fake event by today’s Tin Foil Hat Patrol. Brussell claimed there were immense assassination plots to derail youth culture and even claimed Charles Manson was a Manchurian Candidate under hypnotic control. That was one of her wildest theories, and one that may actually have been true.

However, when Krassner began checking out her evidence for a potential book on Manson, he claimed it didn’t add up. Krassner suffered a paranoid meltdown at his dentist’s office and soon departed the plains of conspiracy theory.

Meanwhile, Karl Koch was the son of a right-wing publisher in Germany, and he began rebelling against his dad as a teen. Karl had an early interest in computers as well as a fascination with the Illuminatus! Trilogy, claiming to have read the book 30 times. Karl may have been Wilson’s biggest fan and the two met briefly at a hacker convention. Karl was especially taken with the magic number 23 and seems to have swallowed Wilson’s imaginative suggestion that George Washington could have been assassinated and replaced by Adam Weishaupt, something based solely on a slight resemblance between the two men and the fact the eye-in-the-triangle appears on US currency (even though Weishaupt never used that symbol). Of course it was all OM and Karl got mindfucked.

Despite operating with only a primitive Commodore 64, Karl successfully penetrated a number of military-industrial websites around the world and sold passwords and other information to the KGB to the tune of tens of thousands of dollars, a connection established by his cocaine dealers. Most of the money he earned from hacking flowed back into the dealers’ hands. Karl descended into a paranoid cocaine-induced psychosis for a while. Meantime the German authorities offered up a hacker’s amnesty in order to crack the subculture and Karl took the offer, but was soon found in a forest, burnt to a crisp. Strangely, his death was ruled a suicide, but a more likely explanation is the drug dealers killed him in retaliation for going state’s evidence.

Karl died on May 23, 1989.