The Curious Case of Gary Underhill

John Garrett Underhill descended from Captain John Underhill, original commander of the Massachusetts Bay Colony militia and also the primary perpetrator behind the Mystic Massacre of several hundred Pequot. His grandfather (on his mother’s side) was a former general who’d played a leading role in creating the National Rifle Association.

Underhill studied linguistics at Harvard and graduated in 1937. With his blue blood, he was a natural fit into military intel and quickly rose to chief editor of the War Department’s Military Intelligence Division. Following the war, he became the military correspondent for Life magazine, no doubt working hand-in-glove with the newly-formed CIA, staffed mostly with his wartime buddies from G2 and OSS. He acquired one of the world’s largest collections of Soviet small arms outside Russia.

Beginning in 1949, he became an informant for the CIA. Two years later, he co-wrote a 6,500 word essay, “The Tragedy of the US Army,” for Look magazine, published February 13, 1951. According to the Harvard Alumni Bulletin, he was “recalled to brown suit service after finishing a 6,500 word article.”

He served as Deputy Director for the Civil Defense of Washington, D.C., and worked on setting up “Operation Alert” in 1955, although days before it was held he claimed the exercise was “so inadequate it couldn’t cope with a brushfire threatening a doghouse in a backyard,” comments that led to his dismissal from the alert moments before it began.

Immediately following JFK’s assassination, Underhill drove to Charlene Fitzsimmon’s house on Long Island in a state of panic, and conveyed a sudden overwhelming desire to leave the country and disappear. He claimed Kennedy had been killed by the CIA’s executive action team, and some people who were profiteering off drugs from the Far East. He knew the people involved, and he knew they knew he knew, which is why he feared for his own life. “Oswald is a patsy,” he said. “They set him up. The bastards have done something outrageous. They’ve killed the President! I’ve been listening and hearing things. I couldn’t have believed they’d get away with it, but they did!”

In 1966, when Jim Garrison began his investigation of the crime, he’d heard about a CIA informant with important information, a detail noted in Garrison’s lengthy interview in Playboy magazine. Garrison was eager to get a deposition from this person of interest, but before he could locate Underhill, his corpse was discovered in bed, a bullet hole behind the left ear.

A memo from the CIA to the Justice Department later uncovered through FOIA noted that Underhill had a connection to Harold Isaacs, who knew Oswald’s cousin Marilyn Murret. The memo also stated Underhill was not an employee of the CIA, had “infrequent contact with the New York office” and “committed suicide on May 8, 1964.”

The Two Oswalds

Intelligence operations follow patterns and the most complex ones deploy diversions. It’s what a stage magician does when needing to hide something. First, he attracts attention to the other hand.
On 9/11, for example, it appears nearly simultaneous to turning off the transponders, the hijacked planes crossed paths with other planes, which may have been done to swap the two out, or just to muddy their trail.

Oswald in Mexco?

It was a huge problem that no photo of Oswald entering the Cuban and/or Russian embassy could be found. And neither did a voice recording emerge. Hard evidence on anyone who walked into and/or called the Cuban or Russian embassies in Mexico should have been easy to relocate, and if it did exist, it mysteriously disappeared. Of course, having a tape of someone impersonating Oswald on the phone would have been irrefutable proof of a larger conspiracy.

Minutes after the assassination, Deputy Sheriff Roger Craig saw Oswald exit the Texas Schoolbook Depository and enter a light-green Rambler station wagon driven by a stocky Cuban (probably David Morales) before speeding off in the direction of Oak Cliff.

The CIA had a safe house in Oak Cliff stuffed with anti-Castro Cubans. Oswald had recently left his wife and child at Ruth Paine’s in Irving, while renting a room in Oak Cliff over 12 miles away, perhaps because operations were heating up and becoming dangerous and he wanted to distance himself from his family and shield them from potential blowback. He’d spent the previous night at Paine’s with Marina.

Officer J.D. Tippit was involved somehow in this operation and was aware of the danger because he told his son that morning, “No matter what happens today, just remember I love you.” That was the last time his son saw his dad alive. It seems possible Tippit may have been one of the few policeman who knew Oswald’s true identity as a CIA/FBI undercover informant. He knew something big was happening that day, and he seems to have become panicked after he learned JFK was dead.

Tippit was driving frantically around Oak Cliff looking for someone, probably Oswald. A police car, perhaps Tippit’s, pulled up in front of Oswald’s rooming house right after he arrived home to retrieve his revolver. The car honked twice and then moved on, an obvious signal of some sort. Since two patrolmen had escorted the three tramps to anonymity earlier that day, however, I have to suspect those two cops could have been the same spooks who honked their horn, signaling it was time to go to the next stage of operations.  I’ll always wonder if those fake cops circled the block and then picked Oswald up at some prearranged location to deposit him at the Texas Theater, and then rushed off to 10th Street to plant Oswald’s wallet at the Tippit murder scene.

Tippit was blocking an alley on East 10th Street seven blocks from the theater when he rolled down his passenger side window to speak to a pedestrian. It seems a police car may have already been in that alley nearby as police were on the scene almost immediately after the shooting. When Tippit exited his car and came around to talk further, or perhaps to take the pedestrian into custody, the pedestrian shot him four times, including two point-blank shots to the head. Obviously, the shooter wanted insurance Tippit would not survive. Some sort of conversation took place and escalated from there and Tippit apparently didn’t comprehend the danger he was in or he would not have left his vehicle without drawing his gun. It was a mob-style execution and not a gun fight.
The first cop on the scene picked up a wallet next to the spreading pool of Tippit’s blood, and it had Lee Harvey Oswald’s military ID. There were also four empty cartridges discovered at the scene as the shooter had emptied his revolver while walking away. How convenient! It’s not often a murderer leaves his ID and spent cartridges like a trail of breadcrumbs to the magic kingdom. At this point there were zero suspects in JFK’s assassination, but immediately after Tippit’s murder, the story went out Lee Harvey Oswald was a suspect and had just murdered a policeman possibly as part of his getaway. Officer down! The response was staggering and almost every patrol car in Dallas converged on Oak Cliff. The focus was instantly concentrated entirely on Oswald and that focus never wavered.

By the time Tippit was shot, Oswald was already inside the Texas Theater. He’d been directed there by someone and was likely supposed to make contact with someone he didn’t know. A theater is a logical location for a clandestine rendezvous because safe houses need to stay safe and we know there was a CIA safe house nearby. Oswald sat first in the balcony, but soon bought popcorn and moved down to the main floor, sitting for a few minutes right next to someone before moving on to another person. After he sat right next to a pregnant woman and had a brief conversation, she got up and moved to the balcony while Oswald moved again to sit next to another.

Whoever shot Tippit also came to the theater, but not before dumping a windbreaker under a vehicle behind a gas station. Suddenly, like those planes crossing as transponders go off, the two Oswalds came in close proximity for maybe the first time, and one of them had the entire Dallas police force on his tail. My best guess is the double came in a few minutes after Oswald, and he went unseen up into the balcony where the pregnant woman was now seated.

When the police arrived, they stopped the film, turned on the house lights and approached the audience from the stage and began inspecting everyone’s IDs. When they got to Oswald, he allegedly jumped up and shouted, “It’s all over now,” and punched the nearest officer, who fell into the seats. He then pulled out his revolver and pointed it at the ceiling, or perhaps the floor, or maybe at the officer. Eyewitness testimony conflicts from this point. Witnesses claim to have heard the gun click, but no shots were fired. The arresting officer later somewhat absurdly claimed he’d placed his thumb on the hammer to prevent it from going off. Perhaps the revolver had a bent firing pin or was unloaded. Perhaps the speech was part of a script fed to him by his handler. Oswald was pummeled by many officers, handcuffed and taken out the front entrance to be greeted by an immense mob that included some media. He was not assassinated in the theater as might have been expected from flourishing a revolver shouting, “It’s over.” But then later on, some witnesses would say Oswald uttered those words while being led out of the building in handcuffs, and that’s the problem: the most theatrical version possible often gets written in stone.

It appears the police may have continued inspecting IDs after Oswald was removed from the theater and may have gone up into the balcony where a man who looked somewhat like Oswald was also taken into custody and also handcuffed, only this person was taken out the back door and never showed up at the police station. And I say this because we have many witnesses to an Oswald coming out the front and one witness to an Oswald coming out the back. One of the oddest points of this case is we only know the names of a few people who were in that theater out of more than two dozen who bought tickets that day.

It’s worth noting Oswald had a wallet on him when he was in the theater, leading to speculation about the mysterious wallet dropped at the scene of Tippit’s murder, the wallet that put Oswald on the map in the first place. Sorta like the passport found at the World Trade Center that was disappeared from the story later on.

But perhaps the most bizarre saga of the two Oswalds is the story told by a refrigerator mechanic to the FBI four days after the assassination.

On November 20th, at 10:30 AM, Ralph Leon Yates was driving through Oak Cliff and stopped to pick up a hitchhiker near the Beckley Avenue, where Oswald lived. The hitchhiker carried a package wrapped in brown wrapping paper about 4 foot to 4½ feet long, saying it contained curtain rods. Yates mentioned the upcoming presidential visit and the hitchhiker responded by asking if he thought a person could assassinate the president and whether that might be best accomplished from the top of a building or out a window high up with a rifle. The man then asked about the President’s parade route and whether that might be changed in the next few days.

When Yates got to work, he told his coworker about this strange incident and later gave his story to the FBI on November 26, and again on December 10, January 3 and 4, concluding with a polygraph test, which he passed.

According to JFK the Unspeakable, Yates was soon committed to Woodlawn Hospital for an evaluation and then moved to Terrell State Hospital for eight years, and then placed in two different hospitals for another three years. He never abandoned his story about giving Oswald a ride to work with the murder weapon, no matter how many electric shocks he got. The Warren Commission dismissed his story as a fantasy, probably because they had a better version for how the rifle got into the building from Frazier, although Frazier never believed the two-foot long package he saw on the back seat of his car was a 36-inch carbine, no matter how long they interrogated him, and Frazier was badgered for nearly 12 hours, and only released after he demanded (and passed) a lie detector test, which was pretty savy for a 19-year-old kid. To this day, Frazier believes Oswald was framed.

Yates, on the other hand, died in a psyche ward of congestive heart failure at age 39.

Mark Lane was one of the few skeptics allowed to testify at the Warren Commission, and could have easily shredded the official story had he brought attention to the Odio affidavit and a few others. Instead Lane launched into a bizarre attack on the backyard photo of Oswald as being a fake and also claimed the rifle in the photo was not the same as the rifle as found at the Texas School Book Depository because it had no scope. Lane had sought to examine the rifle in custody and complained bitterly about not being allowed to.

I find this fascinating because Lane was certainly aware of Deputy Sheriff Roger Craig’s testimony stating the rifle found on the sixth floor was a German Mauser. Why would he need to examine the highly inferior Carcano when obviously it was a swap-out? Before Lane appeared in Dallas, newspaperman Penn Jones was already on the scene, and highly suspicious of a military intelligence operation. Jones, however, was elbowed out of the spotlight and replaced by Lane. Apparently, seizing the center of gravity on a conspiracy is standard ops for counterintelligence, and they do it with every major conspiracy.

Even more suspicious is Oswald’s wife admitted taking the backyard photo, and a different take from same the photo shoot signed by Oswald had been presented to George de Mohrenschildt, a man who started out spooking for the Nazis. So why would Lane make this photo the crux of a conspiracy case, unless he was intentionally planting a rabbit hole with a time bomb?


Buel Frazier is a clue to the JFK assassination

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. I wonder if Bill Harvey was the third seen entering that Rambler right after the murder that afternoon. Certainly that trio 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 disappearing Mauser is a key to the JFK assassination

Deputy Sheriff Roger Craig is one of the greatest unsung heroes who sought justice after JFK’s murder in Dallas. Craig arrived at Dealey Plaza seconds after the shooting and raced to the picket fence at the top of the knoll, closely following the motorcycle cop who’d ditched his bike to run up the hill. The scene behind the fence was chaotic because a large number of people had already gathered. There were footprints and cigarette butts near where many witnesses saw a plume of smoke appear as the shots rang out.

Craig noticed a woman attempting to drive out of the parking lot and stopped her, taking her into custody for questioning. Deputy Sheriff Lewis appeared and took her off his hands.

Craig then crossed Elm Street and began interviewing witnesses. Arnold Rowland and his wife said they saw a man with a rifle in a Texas School Book Depository window overlooking the plaza before the presidential limo arrived. They hadn’t said anything because they assumed he was a secret service agent. Deputy Lewis appeared again and took the Rowlands off his hands.

Suddenly, a shrill whistle sounded and Craig noticed a man in his twenties run down the knoll from the direction of the depository. A green Rambler station wagon slowed and the man jumped inside. Craig wanted to detain this vehicle, but traffic was intense and he failed to cross in time. When he did make it across, Craig went to the depository steps and was greeted by a man claiming to be a Secret Service agent. Craig began talking about the suspicious Rambler, but the agent seemed little interested. Craig’s boss, Sheriff Decker appeared and told Craig the suspect had left the scene and someone should search inside the depository.

Upon arriving at the sixth floor, Craig quickly located three spent cartridges by the southeast corner window, all lined up as if carefully set in place, something he found highly suspicious. One cartridge had a strange crimp. A rifle was soon located stashed in a pile of cardboard boxes. Stamped on the barrel was “7.65 Mauser.” Captain Fritz, chief of homicide for Dallas, arrived and took possession. That night the murder weapon used to kill JFK was described on all three networks as a German Mauser.

By the way, the Mauser is a short-barrel carbine invented for use by cavalry officers. Carbines are not typically a weapon of choice among professional snipers due to limited range and low bullet velocity. They are, however, slightly easier to conceal than long barrel rifles. The Italians made a cheap imitation of the Mauser, the 6.5 Mannlicher-Carcano.

Problem is the cartridges on the floor were 6.5 Carcanos, which meant the rifle and cartridges didn’t match.

“I arrived at Capt. Fritz office shortly after 4:30 PM,” wrote Craig later. “I was met by Agent Bookhout from the F.B.I., who took my name and place of employment. The door to Capt. Fritz‘ personal office was open and the blinds on the windows were closed, so that one had to look through the doorway in order to see into the room. I looked through the open door at the request of Capt. Fritz and identified the man who I saw running down the grassy knoll and enter the Rambler station wagon—and it WAS Lee Harvey Oswald. Fritz and I entered his private office together. He told Oswald, this man (pointing to me) saw you leave. At which time the suspect replied, I told you people I did. Fritz, apparently trying to console Oswald, said, take it easy, son—we‘re just trying to find out what happened. Fritz then said, what about the car? Oswald replied, leaning forward on Fritz’ desk, that station wagon belongs to Mrs. Paine—don’t try to drag her into this. Sitting back in his chair, Oswald said very disgustedly and very low, everybody will know who I am now.”

Because he was a Dallas police officer, it was impossible for the Warren Commission to completely ignore Craig. However, when the Commission report was released significant changes were made to his testimony. Meanwhile, Craig was ordered never to talk about the case with anyone in the media. After being caught talking to someone, he was fired.

Like other important witnesses, Craig was shot at, driven off the road, and hounded at almost every twist and turn of his remaining short life. As a key witness to the assassination, he’d assumed he’d become famous someday, but instead was quickly flushed down a rabbit hole.

Many early gatekeepers like Mary Ferrell worked hard to discredit him, which, in hindsight is probably the best indication of how important he really was. Mary Ferrell was a lawyer for Mobile who made the assassination her life’s obsession. She never really managed to connect the dots on the case, even though the most obvious trail led straight into JM/Wave, William Harvey, Ted Shackley and David Morales.

Craig sadly died of a gunshot to the chest in 1975. Self-inflicted so they say and it could be true because he was a completely broken man whose autobiography had been universally rejected by the publishing world.

(Excerpted from Killing Kennedy: The Real Story.)

Richard Randolph Carr is a clue to the JFK assassination

Although the area around Dealy Plaza was loaded with important witnesses who picked up fragmentary clues on who killed JFK, many of the most important ones were culled out and never interviewed by the Warren Commission. In hindsight it appears the more important an eyewitness testimony was, the more likely it would be flushed down a rabbit hole early in the game.

Several people claimed to have seen men acting strangely on the fifth and sixth floors of the Texas School Book Depository that tragic afternoon, and Richard Carr was one of the most important. He was interviewed by the FBI, although the report filed by the agents left out important details. This was not Carr’s fault, obviously, but evidence of FBI manipulation of the case. During his FBI interview Carr was told something along the lines of: “If you didn’t see Lee Harvey Oswald with a gun on the sixth floor, you didn’t see anything and better keep your mouth shut.” So Carr did exactly that until the Garrison investigation emerged several years later.

Although Garrison wisely tried to launch his investigation in secret, it was immediately exposed and denigrated by the media. Immense efforts were made to shut it down, and when that didn’t succeed they surrounded Garrison with spooks on all sides and snowed him under with useless leads to nowhere.

Although some honest journalists appeared early on the scene, there were eight or nine secret agents sowing disinfo for every honest researcher like Penn Jones. The center of gravity was quickly handed off to suspicious characters, two of whom were lawyers: Mark Lane (former army intelligence) and Mary Ferrell (attorney for Mobil). While the FBI and CIA were busy destroying and hiding evidence, fake researchers were snowing the case under with inconsequential details and rabbit holes.

One of the most effective items floated out was Nomenclature of an Assassination Cabal by William Torbitt, a pseudonym for a Texas lawyer with intelligence connections. Like most disinfo, it established its bona fides by revealing something real: the participation of a Swiss Corporation named Permidex in helping fund the assassination. From there, it went on to blame the FBI’s Division 5 working with NASA and others. Torbitt implicated many people, most of whom did not play any role in the event. Yet for decades, many researchers took it as unbridled truth, while in reality, it was designed to steer researchers away from the obvious culprit needing investigation: the CIA.

Carr’s original FBI report documented the two individuals he saw on the sixth floor during the shooting. As he moved closer to the scene, he saw three men flee in a Rambler station wagon, easily recognized by a unique mini-luggage rack. Carr began receiving death threats telling him to leave Texas. He moved to Montana, where Garrison tracked him down.

When Carr testified in New Orleans, many important details were added to the sketchy FBI statement. He managed to miraculously survive two murder attempts, one by gun and one by knife. When stabbed in Atlanta, he managed to kill one of his two assailants, a remarkable feat. He died in West Virginia on August 4, 1996, and was never located by the Congressional investigation, although they did make note of his contributions to the case.

The part I find fascinating is his description of the team on the sixth floor. One was a stocky Cuban or Spanish man, and the other a taller man with distinctive thick-framed glasses.

Over the decades, the secret of Permidex was finally uncovered. The company was a cut-out deployed by the Italian CIA officers. At the time of JFK assassination, the head of the CIA in Italy was William Harvey. Harvey was supposed to have been fired after his assassination plots against Castro were called off. Instead, James Angleton and Allen Dulles moved him to Rome, where he no doubt began assisting the secret plans to eliminate JFK.

JFK and RFK tried to get control over anti-Cuban operations and RFK got into a heated argument with Harvey in the White House, resulting in Harvey being removed. Ted Shackley, Harvey’s longtime cohort remained, however, with Ed Landsdale put in charge. In the fall of 1963, the White House created a new entity inside the CIA for the covert Cuban operations, naming it SAS. Because JFK had promised not to invade Cuba as part of his post-missile crisis agreement with the Soviets, anti-Cuban operations needed to be cloaked to insure deniability.

Six weeks before the assassination, documents about Lee Harvey Oswald began floating through the intelligence community. Strangely, the memos made no reference to Oswald’s recent altercations in New Orleans or his participation in pro-Castro organizations, only his defection to and return from the Soviet Union. In fact, they went further indicating that Oswald’s Soviet sojourn had matured his political views. Many signing off on this memo had to realize the information was fraudulent. The appearance of the suspicious Oswald memo may indicate the beginnings of a JFK assassination plot.

Two of the key players in this plot are Ted Shackley and David Morales, the two key individuals working under Harvey in Miami prior to his removal. It appears Harvey enlisted them along with his friend Johnny Roselli and others from the Chicago outfit, as well as at least one assassin from Europe, and I say this because Shackley went on to run Operation Phoenix in Vietnam, the biggest assassination program in the CIA’s sordid history, and from there became a major player in the international heroin trade.

Morales became a suspect in the RFK assassination before retiring in 1975. He returned to his native Arizona, and died of a heart attack in 1978. A Congressional investigator tracked Morales to Wilcox, Arizona shortly after his death, and talked to his friend Ruben Carbajal and a business associate of Morales’ named Bob Walton. Walton revealed Morales once went into a tirade about Kennedy at a bar after several drinks, and finished by saying “Well, we took care of that son of a bitch, didn’t we?” Carbajal, who had been present at this confession, corroborated it.

(Excerpted from Killing Kennedy: The Real Story.)

Revilo P. Oliver is a clue to the JFK assassination

Revilo P. Oliver

Once you identify the principle polemicists salting the intel-sponsored propaganda, you’re halfway to enlightenment; and once you identify the major memes those polemicists are salting, you can easily ID a lot more spooks and avoid their rabbit holes to nowhere. Anyone supporting obviously fake memes is either a spook or hoodwinked true believer and there is no other option. Spooks and true believers can’t be trusted, so divide conspiracy research into two categories, trusted and not trusted, and learn from both categories. With practice and a keen eye for detail, you’ll soon be learning more from the disinfo than the authentic intel (mostly because there’s a lot more noise than signal). But you must avoid falling into the traps, what I call the rabbit holes, the biggest of which is racism in any form. The most powerful forces promoting ethnic cleansing are spook-driven, manufactured to assist the war-for-profit scenarios with their divide-and-conquer propaganda, something always easily identified.

The post-WWI generation was turned against Jews in many ways and on many levels, but mostly through Ernest Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald, both of whom demeaned the culture whenever possible. These were the two most influential novelists when novels were an influence. At the time, Jews were not integrated into high society, not allowed to join the country clubs or fraternities of the oligarchy. Instead, rich Jews had their own aristocracy centered on families holding stock in the Federal Reserve, the ones who also owned some of the biggest investment banks, the ones linked to names like Rothschild and Warburg. This division between these two powerful oligarchies along the Eastern seaboard was intentional and in place prior to the Civil War. They are still separate in some quarters.

I suspect Revilo P. Oliver worked for OSS during WWII. He was a brilliant intellectual and mastered a dozen languages, and was considered an expert in the origins of religion. He taught at the University of Illinois, where I grew up, evolving into a major player on the national stage.

Residing walking distance from campus on Ohio Street, Oliver could be seen slouching off to his office in the Classics Department wearing an enormous black fedora and ankle-length trench-coat, looking like a parody of an intelligence operative. His vicious letters to the editor of the News Gazette probably served mostly to recruit members to the local lodge of the John Birch Society, an organization Oliver had a hand in creating.

Soon, however, his buddy William Buckley, a Boner from Yale who ran the National Review, dropped Oliver as a contributor. And then the Birch Society began purging the most virulent racists off their rolls, of which Oliver was the ringleader. Oliver responded by publishing evidence the Birchers had been overrun by the same Jews manipulating the State Department, United Nations, and world-wide Communist conspiracy.

During Halloween, local children in his neighborhood collecting donations for UNICEF were warned in advance to steer a wide birth from his block, lest they cross his path and engender a political rant on the evils of globalism.

“When my sister was reading Nancy Drew she and Connie Marshall, whose dad became a federal judge, went all around the Oliver’s house tapping the walls for secret entrances,” recalls Mary Gates DeRosier. “Mrs. Oliver had a funeral for her dog and invited the neighbors. My mom went and told us that the dog was laid-out on the sofa surrounded by flowers. Mrs. Oliver was always giving us flyers about the dangers of Coca-Cola and of fluoride in the drinking water.”

Oliver moved on by creating the National Alliance, now known as the National Vanguard, the wellspring from which many generations of terrorists with strange links to intelligence operations have sprung. Funny, how nobody writes or talks about Oliver today, except his supporters, even though his role as a spook propagandist should be obvious with hindsight.

Soon after JFK’s assassination, Oliver published a dissenting opinion claiming JFK was a communist who’d been murdered by the communists because he’d decided to “go American.” He claimed Lee Harvey Oswald had been trained by the KGB, and the Warren Commission had been preordained to claim Oswald was a lone assassin. This was published after the commission was announced, long before the 888-page report appeared. Oliver’s theory was peppered with distortions and outright fabrications, as well as some amazing secret truths, evidence of inside sources. The government, especially the State Department, was heavily penetrated by a secret communist conspiracy run by Jews, claimed Oliver, and as evidence he cited the impossibility of a Marine formerly posted at our most secret base in Japan defecting to Russia, and then freely returning to America, and yet not monitored by the FBI. This could only happen if the State Department was infested with cooperating communist conspirators claimed Oliver, ignoring the more obvious explanation Oswald was an American spook who was returning from a failed penetration operation in Russia.

“The identification of the murderer was a near-miracle. If not the result of divine intervention, it was the result of a series of coincidences of the same order as might enable a bum with a dollar in his pocket to enter a casino in Reno and emerge with a thousand,”noted Oliver, in another one of his many spot-on assessments. This miraculous identification and capture of Oswald began with the murder of Officer J.D. Tippit. Oswald’s wallet was discovered at the scene, along with four spent cartridges from his revolver. Strange Oliver could recognize the anomaly of Oswald’s strangely trouble-free re-entry into the USA after supposedly defecting to the enemy, but missed this highly improbable wallet, especially considering Oswald was captured an hour later with a wallet in his pocket (and a revolver that didn’t work). Which means the wallet at the scene must have been planted. There’s also the witnesses to the Tippet slaying who claim Oswald was not the man they saw fleeing the crime. The only other option is believing the official story Oswald murdered Tippet, then calmly emptied his revolver, tossed his wallet on the ground and then fled the scene, found a new wallet with ID, found a new revolver (that didn’t function) and discarded his working revolver, which is the version Oliver opted for in this instance.

“Americans known to be opponents of the Conspiracy, including General Walker, prominent members of the John Birch Society, and leaders of other conservative organizations, began to receive threats of death by telephone from creatures who somehow knew that Kennedy was dead before he reached the hospital,” wrote Oliver. I believe this detail is also spot-on in that Texas John Birch supporters put up the $150,000 to pay the shooters and were among the first notified of the mission’s success, but salting that observation with the lie these calls included death threats to the paymasters is an obvious misdirection that recalls Edwin Stanton’s efforts to claim he was a target of the Lincoln assassination conspiracy, and not one of the instigators himself.

Oliver was especially harsh on the then director of the Council on Foreign Relations, the recently-fired former CIA head, Allen W. Dulles. “Dulles was the head of an American spy ring in Switzerland during the Second World War and is said to have done a fairly good job,” began Oliver, “although it was believed at the time that his organization was infested with double agents who were really in the employ of the Soviet — and even more serious implications can be drawn from the testimony given in Karlsruhe last July by Heinz Felfe, a Soviet agent who had been Mr. Dulles’ German counterpart and supposed competitor in Switzerland.” Yes, Dulles was head of OSS in Europe and was posted in Switzerland, and recruited the bulk of the Nazi spy network into the CIA in a secret surrender with Malta Knight Reinhardt Gehlen, who was later rewarded by becoming head of the West German secret services, but Felfe was a minor figure when posted in Switzerland compared with Dulles, and just one of many spooks accepting pay from all comers.

“One writer has recently suggested that it was the C.I.A. that arranged the assassination of Kennedy; I know of no evidence to support that opinion, but obviously Mr. Dulles’ creation is open to suspicion. Perhaps that is why he is a member of the “special commission,” wrote Oliver in a brief and startling moment of spot-on clarity that was instantly jettisoned.

Oliver claimed the commission would paint “Comrade Oswald as a poor, lone critter who done it all alone. Probably ‘psychiatrists’ will be produced to prove he done it ’cause, at the age of six months, he had to wait an extra five minutes for his bottle.” Strange that Oswald was likely worked on by CIA psychiatrists while a teen in New York, prior to his being hypnotized by David Ferry while a member of Ferry’s Civil Air Patrol in New Orleans. The fact he knew the outcome before the investigation began was yet another spot-on.

Oliver was called before the Warren Commission to testify, and I imagine that was a scripted encounter. Mark Lane was another one of the few independent investigators allowed to present evidence directly to the Commission. It took me decades to realize Lane’s testimony was likely scripted as well, for he was also a former OSS officer, and was likely guided into a role as the premier debunker of the official story. He soon tainted himself by embracing Willis Carto’s holocaust denial movement. Isn’t it strange that both Oliver and Lane were on polar opposites of the political divide, one far left the other far right, and yet both believed in a Jewish conspiracy running the world?

If you want to find a contemporary salter of disinfo, check out Jan Irvin, who treads in Oliver’s footsteps with lies and distortions. Irvin produces propaganda supporting the theory the hippies were created by the CIA, and that Tim Leary, Ken Kesey and me are employees of that agency, and not its critics. Since I’m on the inside of this particular conspiracy theory, it’s impossible for me to ignore Irvin is making shit up. So I put him in the “not trusted” category. And wouldn’t you know, he also believes Jews are running the system through some secret satanic cult based on the teachings of Aleister Crowley, which just confirms my suspicions intel is exploiting Crowley for propaganda. But they do the same thing with their phony UFO evidence they are constantly manufacturing.

My advice: avoid any variation on any rabbit holes resembling: the Communists are running the world; the Jews are running the world; the Satanists are running the world, or the CIA created the hippies.

The CIA & the Student Youth Movement

Kunstler urges blacks to go violent.

“The world is a better place without the Kennedy brothers….two of the most dangerous people who ever lived….Any black guy who shoots six cops, and puts the fear of god in police officers, I think is great….If it comes to a revolution, all of my moral scruples would have to go out the window…” –William Kunstler

The USA was undergoing a zeitgeist shift in the 1960s. Large numbers of teenagers were slipping off the mind control leash and questioning their parent’s knee-jerk support for the Pentagon’s Cold War. The operations put into play to derail and deflect this emerging zeitgeist were immense. Fifty years later, I’m still trying to untangle the complex threads. All it takes is identifying who was pushing violence as their primary solution in the 1960s, and then seeing if that person achieved mysterious mainstream success later on in life.

As a general rule, left-wing terrorists are not given professorships with tenure and pensions by major universities, a trajectory reserved exclusively for spooks. And keep in mind, not all spooks know who they work for, and even the few who do are provided information on a need-to-know basis. When people say 9/11 can’t be an inside job because someone would have talked, keep in mind the CIA was manipulating the student youth movement for decades before anyone spilled any beans. And derailing the student youth movement was a bigger operation involving more conspirators than 9/11.

Bonesman Henry Stimson

William Kunstler, he must have been one of the “good guys,” right? After all, he was director of the American Civil Liberties Union and leader of the National Lawyer’s Guild. Unfortunately, both associations are infested with spooks. The ACLU was founded by Roger Baldwin, Crystal Eastman and Felix Frankfurter.

Felix became personal assistant to New York district attorney Henry Stimson in 1906, who became famous for his trust-busting investigations. Stimson was a Yale Bonesman who eventually served as Secretary of War for both Republicans and Democrats. Most important, he created the Black Eagle Fund to distribute trillions in stolen WWII loot into covert accounts, funds used to foment false flags, manipulate elections and arrange coups favorable to Wall Street around the world. Some of the money was used for operations on the right, some funded operations on the left. Left and right are wings of the same bird, manipulated for a predetermined dialectical outcome.

Felix eventually became a Supreme Court Justice. Clearly, these two men were on the establishment’s inside track. Crystal was sister to Max Eastman, who ran the primary Communist propaganda organ, The Masses, which assisted spook John Reed’s takeover of the socialist movement in America. Later in life, Eastman became a supporter of Senator Joseph McCarthy’s Communist witch-hunt, certainly a dramatic flip-flop. Roger Baldwin began as a devoted Communist as well, once claiming “Communism, of course, is the goal,” although ten years later, he led the purge of Commies out of the ACLU, when his execs were secretly meeting with the FBI and leaking names of members suspected to be red.

Sherman exposed CIA funding of the radical left.

Sherman Skolnick was a Chicago investigator who learned how to locate copies of IRS 990-AR tax forms in public libraries, a document filled out by foundations and available to the public if you knew where to look. Sherman discovered the CIA was routinely using a variety of foundations for financing the radical left. Very soon, he was accusing Rennie Davis, Tom Hayden, Lee Weiner and Jerry Rubin, leaders of the student youth movement, of accepting funds from CIA sources, specifically the Carnegie Foundation, the Student Health Organization, the Institute for Policy Studies, J.M. Kaplan Fund, Aaron E. Norman Fund, New World Foundation, and the Roger Baldwin Foundation. Skolnick claimed the Chicago 7 trial was a staged event and that the Nation magazine, Pacifica Radio, National Public Radio, and Democracy Now were all at least partially CIA-financed. Very few took Sherman seriously at the time and he was branded a conspiracy kook, even though he did manage to take down a string of corrupt judges in Illinois connected to organized crime.

Today, Rennie Davis is a venture capitalist who runs the Foundation for a New Humanity; Tom Hayden is a former California State Senator who works for Harvard’s Institute of Policy Studies; while Lee Weiner went from the Mossad-infested Anti-Defamation League to becoming Vice President of AmeriCares. “Do-good” organizations make the best covers and fulfilled that role long before John Reed was employed by the Red Cross in Russia.

But this story runs wider and deeper than just the Chicago 7 and their attorney.

In 1969, Fred Hampton was fully illuminated and enlightened, a man with a brain on fire, but tragically he would soon die. In fact, his death was the fulcrum around which the CIA launched an epic attack on the peace movement with coordinated operations from within and without. Examination of the crime yields an understanding of deep politics. At one time, Hampton, Malcolm X, and Martin Luther King Jr. were all viewed as potential black messiahs. All were assassinated by the state just for achieving that status, and spooks like Jesse Jackson inserted in their place. In hindsight we can see Hampton’s premeditated murder was mined by counterintelligence.

Hampton had just ended the bitter internal street-gang warfare in Chicago by uniting the various gangs into his “rainbow coalition,” a term he coined. He was a tremendous athlete who could have gone professional in several sports, although he yearned to play center field for the Yankees. He built sports groups instead of gangs, and encouraged multi-cultural activities and ceremonies. He was a tremendous inspiration, especially for James “Chef Ra” Wilson, who deployed Hampton’s tactics to combat racism at Urbana High, uniting jocks, longhairs, blacks and greasers.

Six years earlier, 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. Strangely, Arthur Thomas 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 name to remember is the policeman assigned to spy on Valle: Daniel Groth.

Six years later, Groth arrived at the house where Hampton and several other Black Panthers were asleep. They arrived by firing into the front and back doors simultaneously and then crashed into the apartment. Over 90 shots were fired, from revolvers, machine guns and rifles, and all but one round came from a police weapon, and it hit the ceiling after the Panther holding the gun was fatally wounded. So the police took no incoming fire during the raid. Hampton was sleeping with his pregnant fiance Deborah Johnson (due in 2 weeks) when they were awakened by gunshots coming through the walls. He had been previously drugged by an FBI informant inside the group, who disappeared before the raid began. Consequently, he could not respond to the crisis. The bedroom door flung open and bullets began zipping into room, striking the mattress and walls. Deborah rolled on top of Hampton to shield him, but she was quickly pulled off by two officers, one of whom dragged her to the kitchen. She heard two shots fired from inside the bedroom, and an officer asked, “Is he dead? To which Groth laughed, “he’s good and dead.” Groth had executed the black messiah with two bullets to his head.

Terror is the primary tool of counterintelligence ops, and the murder of Fred Hampton terrorized the counterculture peace movement. Although Hampton was a devoted pacifist, his death would be instantly exploited to turn the peace movement violent. And the steps down that garden path were led by two fringe members of the Students for a Democratic Society who orchestrated a takeover.

Dohrn and her stormtroopers declare war on America.

Bill Ayers and Bernadette Dorhn pulled off their takeover of the SDS and it was not unlike the takeover John Reed supervised over the socialist movement many decades earlier. Funny how some people with the same last name were involved with both ops. And wasn’t it convenient Ayers and Dorhn were located in Chicago, and could arrive at Fred Hampton’s murder site and lead the press on tours of the kill zone the following day. Dorhn had graduated from the University of Chicago and become the first law student organizer for the spook-infested National Lawyers Guild.

“We felt that the murder of Fred required us to be more grave, more serious, more determined to raise the stakes and not just be the white people who wrung their hands when black people were being murdered,” Dorhn would later remark. But she didn’t talk like that until years later. In the sixties, she mostly spouted rhetoric like “kill the pigs!” In fact, she celebrated Charlie Manson as a counterculture hero, and declared 1970 the year of the fork and created a three-fingered “fork salute” after the stabbings of the pregnant Sharon Tate by Susan Atkins. “They even shoved a fork into pig Tate’s stomach! Wild!” said Dorhn, comments her husband now contests.

You can’t imagine a more dishonorable act than celebrating the memory of peacemaker Fred Hampton by deploying his death to foment violence, but that’s exactly what the Weather Underground did. They soon declared war on the United States and announced a plan to exterminate all those who supported the government, a sort of insane mass ethnic cleansing of hippies perpetrated against straight people that never had any prayer of success, yet the rhetoric continued for years while the Weather Underground orchestrated terror attacks. Never once have the two leaders expressed regret for lives lost or the ramifications of their evil rhetoric.

Now fast forward and realize despite well-publicized meetings with enemy agents from foreign lands, despite fomenting hundreds of bombings and encouraging blacks and other activists to go violent, despite providing explosives, guns and training to criminally insane characters, and despite being the most wanted domestic terrorists of their time, Dohrn and Ayers walked straight from a life in the underground to university jobs and pensions.

Dohrn and Ayers always had a reputation for the high life. Most of their time in hiding was apparently spent at a luxurious California beach house, sleeping between clean sheets, drinking expensive wines, living a life of relative luxury in comparison to the Weather Underground rank and file they were leading down the CIA dialectical rabbit hole.

“I don’t regret setting bombs,” says Bill Ayers today (even though one killed an innocent San Francisco policeman). “I feel we didn’t do enough.”

Didn’t do enough? The Weathermen disgraced the memory of Fred Hampton, murdering innocent people in his name, and were responsible for co-opting his visionary, peaceful, rainbow coalition.

Meanwhile, Timothy Leary was soon railroaded into jail on trumped up charges, and the Weather Underground were brought in to bust him out. During that episode many press releases went out indicating Leary was now armed and dangerous and supporting the Weather Underground tactics. They wanted him to join forces with Eldridge Cleaver in Algeria to foment an armed insurrection led by black militants. But Cleaver didn’t trust Leary, and after decamping to Switzerland, and then Afghanistan, a letter written by Leary’s wife outlining their future itinerary was discovered by an Orange County police officer who’d made tracking Leary his personal vendetta. Soon Leary was in solitary confinement, being worked over, and eventually agreed to spill the beans on everything he knew about the Weather Underground.

Strangely, spilling the beans never amounted to an arrest of anyone, although it did spurn William Kunstler to make a public plea for Leary’s assassination.

Michael Tsarion and the UFO hoax

If you are wondering how the status quo keeps such a tight lid on obvious crimes like 9/11, look no further than their Disinfo Matrix, a Tin Foil Hat brigade spreading clouds of mud on any real attempts to penetrate intel ops.

Immediately after JFK was assassinated, gatekeepers with ties to military intelligence swarmed the scene, most notable Mark Lane and Mary Ferrell. Even today, few realize the extent of intel manipulation into the creation of the JFK research community, which is why it took so long to find any threads of real info inside the snowstorm of disinfo they manufactured.

Michael Tsarion (real name Brian Heatley) considers himself an expert on magic, ancient civilizations, psychic vampirism and secret societies.

Since these are some of my areas of expertise, I can comfortably assure you Heatley is not a legit historian nor magician and most everything he says is an obvious fabrication. His videos and books are immense rabbit holes leading nowhere that will hopefully soon wither and fade away.
Heatley’s real place in the universe is placing a tin foil blanket over what is really going on, and this op is not something new. These characters like Tsarion, Icke and Passio evolved from a long line of spooks parading as mystics with secret hidden info.

Becoming an internationally celebrated psychic is not easily accomplished. Almost all depend on carnival hoodwinks and the trickery can be easily exposed. The real ones keep their inspirations to themselves and never know when a psychic intuition might hit them. But if you are someone with powerful connections, fake psychic powers can be vetted by the established media and your ticket prices and book sales will soar! Spook psychics have always been engineered close to people high in the oligarchies with tendencies towards magical thinking in order to influence their behavior. But the same sort of thing goes on with mainstream religion.

Mainstream religion was constructed as a power base and profit stream and occultism was constructed to ensnare those who escaped the mainstream religion. Occultism was never a fountain of great wisdom, any more than religion, although both contain elements of wisdom, their paradigms are dominated by dogma, agenda and fakery. This chain of corruption runs through Alessandro Cagliostro, Compte de Saint-Germain, Helen Blavatsky up to and including Aleister Crowley, all of whom claimed to have uncovered secrets of the universe, but none came close to solving the secret of the Holy Grail or even identifying the active ingredient in the sacred oil of Abramelin employed by the world’s greatest magicians for millennia.

According to Tsarion, our earth is secretly controlled by aliens from another galaxy and Jesus was one of them, a man who fell to earth from an interplanetary spacecraft. This hoodwink is not that far off from Scientology. Heatley considers himself an expert on Camelot and believes the grail is about Jesus. In fact, the grail emanates from ancient Scythia long before the time of Jesus, and King Arthur was just an update on Heracles, but instead of 12 labors, he had to win 12 battles.

Before the Christian censors got control of this story, the grail was an object required to bring peace to the kingdom. It was never about the chalice itself, but the magic potion found inside.

I’ve made some videos to help lead people out of the rabbit holes.


Oswald’s wallets are a key to the JFK assassination

Patterns are the key element in unmasking deep state operations because counterintelligence employs time-tested strategies to assure the success of their missions. One tool in their arsenal is planting evidence at the scene pointing toward a designated patsy. Along these lines you’ll find the pristine bullet left on JFK’s stretcher at Parkland Hospital, a driver’s license planted in a stolen car following the Charlie Hebdo assassinations in France and a passport allegedly found in the rubble of the World Trade Towers, although that passport story seemed to vaporize indicating it was a rabbit hole with a time bomb attached.

Most Americans aren’t aware Lee Harvey Oswald became a suspect only after a wallet was planted at the scene of the murder of officer J.D. Tippett. This wallet became the key evidence deployed to prove Oswald murdered Tippet. The wallet contained Oswald’s military ID card, was well as an Alek James Hidell ID card, and since the alleged murder weapon had been ordered by someone using that name, that ID became the key evidence to convince many Oswald murdered JFK as well. The wallet was discovered 40 minutes after JFK’s assassination and within minutes of its discovery, Oswald was ID’d as the primary suspect in JFK’s death. He was arrested 45 minutes after Tippet’s murder.

There was one glaring problem with this timeline, however. When Oswald was arrested at the movie theater, he refused to give a name to the arresting officers, and instead punched an officer and then flourished a revolver, which was taken away from him. They removed his wallet at the theater in order to ID him. Both wallets were duly entered into a chain of custody, yet only one wallet was sent to Washington DC, while the other remained buried in Dallas at the police station and would not be uncovered for decades.

(Excerpted from Killing Kennedy: The Real Story.)

The Mysterious Ralph Nader

When you see whistle-blowers on the cover of Time magazine (like Snowden or Assange), rest assured you’re witnessing an op in progress, and it didn’t take long for Ralph Nader to arrive at that pinnacle of mainstream media acceptance and validation.

Nader comes from a wealthy Christian Lebanese family that settled near New Haven, although he chose Princeton instead of nearby Yale, but followed up by attending Harvard Law, which some say is peppered with Bonesmen anyway.

Nader made his bones by destroying the reputation of an inexpensive vehicle with high gas mileage that was revolutionizing the American auto industry. I know, you’ve probably been told the Corvair was a death-trap, but in reality, it was the first European-style car to be manufactured by Detroit, a car beloved instantly by trade magazines, which had dubbed it “the poor man’s Porsche.”

Dave Davis of Car and Driver reviewed the 1965 model: “…The most important new car…and the most beautiful car to appear in this country since before World War II… The new rear suspension, the new softer spring rates in front, the bigger brakes, the addition of some more power, all these factors had us driving around like idiots—zooming around the handling loop dragging with each other, standing on the brakes—until we had to reluctantly turn the car over to some other impatient journalist.”

Did I mention the Corvair was a huge hit with kids and teenagers all across America, especially the sporty convertible?

Somehow Nader discovered an internal memo written by one of the engineers working on the Corvair suggesting a more elaborate rear suspension, a suggestion discarded as too costly. The Corvair had a revolutionary rear-mounted aluminum engine that contributed to its light weight, and it used the same suspension of the VW Beetle it had been designed to compete against, a suspension also found on several other successful European autos. But that letter from that engineer presented a legal loophole Nader waltzed through to help win landmark lawsuits against GM, which quickly created a GM investigative squad bent on neutralizing Nader, something that contributed greatly to Nader’s climb to fame. I wonder though, if it all wasn’t a set-up from day one because it ended what should have been a movement to smaller, lighter, more fuel-efficient cars for decades.

After riding to glory on the back of destroying the reputation of a great vehicle (and by the way, Texas A&M conducted a study in 1972 proving Nader’s claims against the car were immensely inflated, and it was actually as safe as most other cars on the market at the time), Nader went on to organize young lawyers to form a national association under his command and control, a project that began in Texas. These lawyers were dubbed “Nader’s Raiders,” and this organization has grown over the years and been responsible for eight major federal consumer protection laws, the motor vehicle safety laws, Safe Drinking Water Act, the launching of federal regulatory agencies such as the Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA), Environment Protection Agency (EPA), and Consumer Product Safety Administration. Just imagine the budgets, jobs, regulations and red tape involved, because the scope is immense. Nader regularly appears at the Council on Foreign Relations and writes left-wing position papers for that managed dialectic funded by the Rockefeller Foundation.

Nader’s Raiders appeared at the same time as the hippies, but they all wore suits and ties and had short hair, not to mention an unusually high number of them came from wealthy backgrounds. Richard Milhoff Jr. of El Paso was one of the first. He joined at age 24 and today he is one of the highest paid litigators in the nation, earning several hundred million dollars a year, and no doubt employing some of the same legal tricks as the one Nader used on GM.

Sherman Skolnick was a astute investigator who volunteered to host the Chicago Nader’s Raiders in their original meetings, and this is what he later wrote about them: “Who are these folks crusading supposedly against the “Establishment”? All of them were young law students or beginning lawyers. But crucial to my understanding of them, they were moreover, I quietly discovered, the sons and daughters of the ultra rich… I went down my list of what I urged them to do. INVESTIGATE BANKER-JUDGES. I got a blank look. RUNAWAY COURT CORRUPTION. Another blank. Expose the war-mongering mostly private huge universities. “Nader’s Raider’s” absolutely not interested. INVESTIGATE THE CIA/FBI’s AGENTS PROVOCATEURS. They dismissed the idea. Privately, I discovered directly that they simply wanted to correct some of the more blatant misdeeds of the Ruling Class, “the powers that be,” the Establishment—in other words THEIR elders.”

But this rabbit hole doesn’t end here, because after Sherman brought down some corrupt judges in Chicago, he was suddenly being fed all sorts of sensitive intel and was soon surrounded by various intel ops. A stranger offered him a packet of info on a black secret service agent in Chicago who thwarted an assassination attempt on JFK in that city prior to the successful one in Dallas. After receiving the documents, Skolnick went to visit the agent, who erupted. “You are here to put me back in prison! I’m on parole! You’re part of a government effort to put me back!”

Skolnick responded, “I think Mark Lane didn’t do right for you when you were down there in Springfield, Missouri. I think all your lawyers put together have not done right for you. I am here to clear you.”

“Like hell you are. You got my secret report. It’s not supposed to be out until 2039. You got it. You stole it. And I’m going to be blamed that I gave it to you and I’m going to be sent back to jail and you are going to get publicity and I am going to get jail.”

JFK researcher Harold Weisberg accused Skolnick of blowing his research into this case and the details of this Chicago assassination plot were not confirmed in the mainstream media until 2007, 44 years after the fact, when a Chicago policeman spilled the beans.

Towards the end of his life, Skolnick served as co-host with Lenny Bloom for the Canadian radio show Cloak & Dagger. The show was taken off the airwaves, despite very high ratings, following an interview with former German Defense Minister Andreas von Bulow, in which Von Bulow claimed 9/11 was an inside job.

I know it’s a wilderness of mirrors, but if you just keep in mind real whistle-blowers are always crucified and neutralized (like Skolnick), while the fake ones are put on the cover of Time magazine (or else reverberate across the fake conspiracy network like David Icke or Alex Jones). It’s a maze of rabbit holes that leads into chemtrails, we never landed on the moon, and the aliens are among us, because those are the biggest holes they have been digging over the decades.