After Kennedy was killed, CIA chief Richard Helms put John Moss Whitten in charge of the CIA’s internal investigation of the assassination, which probably goes to show how little knowledge had seeped into the agency outside Miami. Like most in the CIA, Whitten had no idea that people at JM/Wave had been secretly working with members of the Sicilian men-of-honor society on assassinating Fidel Castro.
Whitten was doing a good job, despite being initially swamped by a blizzard of crackpot material provided by the FBI. If you want to understand why so much crazy material appears immediately after an event like JFK or 9/11, just realize it’s manufactured as chaff to be tossed out of a jet shaking off a heat-seeking missile. But once Whitten spoke to Win Scott, CIA chief in Mexico, who had been conducting his own secret investigation, he realized CIA files on Oswald were being withheld by Helms and Angleton.
Whitten’s investigation was narrowing down to the CIA’s largest station outside Langley known as JM/Wave. The key figures posted there were Ted Shackley, David Morales, George Joannides, Rip Robertson, Thomas Klines and (formerly) William K. Harvey. In fact, Harvey had been in charge of an executive action program for removing foreign heads of state. But JFK wanted that program halted and was furious when Harvey kept moving forward with operations against Cuba, so he ordered Harvey sacked. Instead, Angleton quietly moved Harvey to Italy, while the executive action project re-assembled for a new target: JFK.
Funny how just when Whitten began poking around JM/Wave, Helms took him off the investigation and arm-chaired him out of the picture. And guess who replaced Whitten? Why, James Angleton, of course. Now watch the dead bodies pile up around Angleton, starting with Win Scott. Funny how George Joannides was brought out of retirement to act as the CIA’s liason with the Congressional investigation. But you can probably understand why they keep putting the fox in charge of the hen house when it comes to this story. Joannides was in charge of the anti-Castro Cuban group Oswald had some staged encounters with in New Orleans, a group that seems to have participated in the cover-up.
Sam Giancana got whacked while alone with someone he trusted, making breakfast when he got a unexpected bullet in the back of his skull. According to some highly placed CIA officials, the shooter was William K. Harvey, who would have been covering his tracks on the Kennedy killing. They lived fairly nearby, Giancana in Chicago and Harvey in northern Indiana.
After Giancana was gone in the summer of 1975, Roselli lost his power base and fled to Florida seeking refuge with the Trafficante organization. Within a year, Harvey was dead, and two months later, Roselli wound up diced up in little pieces in a barrel in Biscayne Bay.
Much later, Whitten was asked during the Congressional investigation why Harvey’s wife burned his papers after his death, implying that there might have been a smoking gun. “He was too young to have assassinated McKinley and Lincoln,” replied Whitten. “It could have been anything.”
Unfortunately, there are no pictures of Eugene Dinkin, who was an unfortunate victim of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. At left is a photo of William K. Harvey, the mad dog alcoholic assassin who created an executive action project to eliminate Fidel Castro, a project that diverted to JFK after Harvey was demoted and most of his friends in the agency were about to be torn into a thousand pieces and cast to the wind.
Dinkin was an army code operator stationed in Mertz, France, when he intercepted a message between a CIA-operative in Italy (perhaps Harvey) who had contacted French mafia in Marseilles to recruit their top assassin (who had the CIA code name QJ/Win ) for a plot against President Kennedy. Apparently this plot already had the support of some Pentagon brass and a right-wing group in Texas (Murchinson and the Hunt brothers, no doubt). Apparently, Johnny Roselli was already on board but they needed more shooters. Although the op was first planned for Chicago, and then Miami, it was the Dallas plot that Dinkin uncovered and he made the mistake of telling one of his superiors about the message, as well as his plans to alert the world in order to prevent the President from being murdered.
Pretty soon, word came down that Dinkin was about to be declared mentally ill, so he went AWOL and escaped into Switzerland, where he attempted to alert the press at a United Nations function. He also sent a letter to Robert Kennedy outlining the plot. Keep in mind, this all happened just days before the assassination, and Dinkin was already telling people the exact date and place the assassination was due to happen.
Dinkin was soon removed to Walter Reed Army Hospital and worked on for weeks with drugs and electroshock therapy, and by the time he got out, his story has changed considerably. Instead of intercepting a coded message, now he’d predicted the assassination by reading coded messages in the Stars and Stripes.
She was a Roman Catholic, and worked for William Randolph Hearst, and rose to the top of journalism and even got onto a TV show, “What’s My Line,” on which she displayed her insightful and penetrating mind, although her co-stars were furious when private comments made in the dressing room began appearing in her widely circulated newspaper column.
She mostly covered show business, but loved investigating deep politics and organized crime as well. When a doctor in Cleveland was railroaded into prison for the vicious murder of his pregnant wife, Kilgallen began a crusade to get him released. She became the most famous and influential journalist in America and developed such a regal style that she could upstage a monarch’s coronation with jeweled tiaras and elaborate outfits.
It was likely after a cocktail party with a British intelligence agent that she rushed out her first front-page scoop regarding the existence of UFOs.
“British scientists are convinced these strange aerial objects are not optical illusions or Soviet inventions, but are flying saucers which originate on another planet,” she wrote, in a front-page story. “The source of my information is a British official of Cabinet rank who prefers to remain unidentified. ‘We believe, on the basis of our inquiry thus far, that the saucers were staffed by small men—probably under four feet tall. It’s frightening, but there is no denying the flying saucers come from another planet.'”
Now what are we to make of this? Obviously Kilgallen was used to plant a rabbit hole of immense proportions, one that would soon explode and reverberate across the world: the aliens have landed! The purpose of seeding such disinfo into the press using an unwitting dupe like Kilgallen is obvious and bears all the markings of a Tavistock mind control experiment to see how far the alien rabbit hole could be stretched. Sheep-dipping her as a conspiracy kook was the easiest way to undermine her investigations into deep politics. Anyone asking prying questions is easily diverted with a tale of alien space ships, or “we never walked on the moon,” or those clouds in the sky?—those are chemicals and not just water vapor, or any of the rest of the paranoid rabbit holes disinfo agents like David Icke and Alex Jones keep jamming the Internet with.
But Kilgallen quickly abandoned the UFO story as she was a serious journalist and when zero proof appeared of little green men or a space ship, she moved onto other investigations. She was actually considered the nemesis of Frank Sinatra, who called her “the chinless wonder” and sometimes closed his shows by urging someone to please run her over. She broke the story of Marilyn Monroe’s affair with JFK, and Marilyn was dead within a few days, although Kilgallen never swallowed the story it was an accidental drug overdose and shredded the official story in her column. She may have sensed her column played a role in killing Marilyn, because it certainly appears that way in hindsight.
Kilgallen was no saint: she was a snooty upper class type who frequently put down the lower classes and detested country music. But she was a romantic and a dedicated seeker of the Big Story, and had spent quality time in the Oval Office with the President with her 11-year-old son, and Kennedy had treated them both graciously and with utmost respect, so when he was assassinated later and then his alleged killer assassinated, she wound her way down to Dallas and scored a private jail-house interview with Jack Ruby, a conversation held out of earshot of anyone else. You see, four years earlier, Kilgallen had broken the story of the CIA and mob working together on a hit team for Castro, so it wasn’t much of a stretch to suspect that same team might have been redirected at JFK.
When she returned to New York after her Texas investigation, she told her friends she was going to blow the case wide open and began working on a book, one she probably expected to win another Pulitzer.
The reason Ruby had a conversation with Kilgallen was because he knew how significant she was. And he was also aware of her immense knowledge of organized crime, the CIA, and their connections with a nest of anti-Castro Cubans in Florida. He probably told her everything he knew. Kilgallen did a lot of footwork as well, tracking down key witnesses, including a witness to the Tippit shooting who was never called by the Warren Commission, who said two men, neither of whom were Oswald, fled the scene. She had a source inside the Dallas police department who provided the radio log, indicating the Chief of Police called for officers to rush to the top of the overpass. (Roselli’s shot had come from that overpass, but under it, as he was lying in a storm drain.)
Kilgallen spent a year researching the story and a huge break came when she landed a copy of the 102-page interview the Warren Commission had conducted with Ruby. She began publishing excerpts just to show how ridiculously incompetent it was. While Ruby pleaded with Ford and Warren to take him to Washington because he did not feel safe in Texas and was eager to talk in a safer location, they said they could not arrange that. He then tried to lead their questions deeper, but was rebuffed and the conversation misdirected elsewhere. Don’t you think it odd only two Commissioners, both of them high-ranking Freemasons, were sent to Texas to conducts the official interview with this key witness, instead of bringing that witness to the entire Commission? And why did they ignore Ruby’s pleas to get out of town, while asking the dumbest questions?
The FBI wanted to know where Kilgallen got the transcript and started a whole bunch of surveillance and harassment, although I’m sure Angleton had been closely listening to all Kilgallen’s phone calls as well as reading her mail after that private jail-house conversation with Ruby. Most likely, she’d been under intense surveillance the entire year.
Kilgallen was in close communication with Mark Lane at the time, who’d captured the center of energy on the investigation by posing as an honest researcher. Too bad Kilgallen didn’t know about Lane’s background in military intelligence. Even more suspicious was the sudden arrival of young Ron Pataky, the handsome ladies man who had been cruising Hollywood, stalking the rising ingenues. He was half her age but completely infatuated with her, and quickly became her closest confidant while pumping her endlessly for the latest breaks in the JFK case. He’d later claim the relationship was “platonic.”
On November 8th, 1965, Kilgallen was discovered by her hairdresser. She was lying in bed as if she had fallen asleep reading a book, although she couldn’t read without glasses, it’s a book she finished days ago, and the book is turned the wrong way around. She is fully made up, even wearing false eyelashes, and also wearing some ridiculous outfit, not her usual worn out pajamas. Even more suspicious, she’s not even in her own bed, but one on a lower floor, a room she seldom visited. The hairdresser knows something is amiss with this picture, and calls the in-house staff, so they can notify the police. He immediately exited through the front door, where he was stunned to find a police car with two officers parked directly in front of the house, as if waiting for a call to come in, as if they knew a dead body was already inside and wanted to be the first at the scene.
Obviously, the autopsy was a joke and cause of death listed as “indeterminate.” Funny thing is, the doctor refused to sign the certificate and apparently had another doctor sign it in his name. Mark Lane showed up quickly hoping to score the accordion file on JFK. Kilgallen’s not-so-grieving husband turned him away and when questioned by anyone about the precious files, would only say “I’m afraid that will have to go to my grave with me.” The hairdresser was so upset by some of the attitudes, he refused to attend the funeral. Another strange person missing from that ceremony was Pataky. In front of everyone at the funeral, Kilgallen’s mom accused her daughter’s husband of complicity in murder. It must have been a very dissonant ceremony.
I know Lane has been sheep-dipped as a Knight in Shining Armor since the beginning of this saga. And he defended a famous libel case against Howard Hunt, but I am afraid it was all most likely a staged operation because Hunt was a rabbit hole Angleton had placed in the story, and numerous ops were run to point towards Hunt and Sturgis and make them the shooters, but if you check on Lane today, you’ll find him closely related to the Holocaust Denial movement, something obviously created by spooks.
The JFK assassination was orchestrated by members of JM/Wave, the CIA’s largest station outside Langley, and the shooters included Johnny Roselli, and possibly Charles Harrelson and/or Charles Nicoletti and/or Charles Rogers and/or a French team that may have included CIA asset QJ/Win. There were five shots and two shooters from the rear, one on the knoll and one inside the triple overpass.
Harrelson and Rogers were photographed being led from the scene by two men in police uniforms that nobody on the Dallas police force could ever identify.
Sometime in 2017, the government was supposed to release all the suppressed files from the JFK assassination, something that could have shed light on whether anyone inside the National Security Council knew about the assassination in advance.
The CIA takes its marching orders from the NSC, but what if a majority of the NSC decides the president is an imminent threat to national security? Before WWII, American intelligence penetrated the Japanese codes but they did not share this info with the White House because they didn’t trust people on FDR’s staff, so there’s a documented history of crucial reports circumventing the president and going to the heads of the Armed Forces and intelligence agencies instead.
Just who was on JFK’s NSC?
McGeorge Bundy was a Yale Bonesman and protege of Secretary of War Henry Stimson (also a Boner). He was an Army intelligence officer during the war and wrote Stimson’s official biography after the war. (Stimson had devised the highly illegal Black Eagle Fund to hide billions in stolen loot taken secretly from the Nazis and Japanese.) Bundy’s role inside the Council on Foreign Relations reveals his close relationship with Rockefeller and Dulles, both of whom had become bitter enemies of JFK’s liberal policies.
General Maxwell Taylor was the first American officer to parachute into France prior to D-Day. He later drafted the first honor code for West Point. JFK made him his chief military advisor and brought him out of retirement due to his harsh criticism of the Pentagon’s reliance on nuclear capability over conventional warfare. It’s doubtful Taylor would have participated in any plot against JFK as he was viewed with suspicion from inside the Pentagon, possibly due to his squeaky-clean reputation.
Lyndon Johnson was a intensely corrupt Texas politician with ties to organized crime and big oil. He would have done anything if it meant elevating himself to the presidency. A cloud of scandal was hanging over him at the time and it was obvious JFK planned to dump him from the ticket for the second term.
Dean Rusk was a colonel during WWII and closely allied with the Rockefeller Foundation later in life, indicating that he, like Bundy, may have taken Rockefeller’s side in the confrontations over policy.
Robert McNamara was an accountant for Price Waterhouse before the war. During the war he applied his Harvard Business School degree to analyzing the effectiveness of bombing raids in order to maximize their impact. He went on to run Ford Motor Company, the first CEO from outside the family. Like Maxwell, McNamara pushed for enhancing conventional war capability. During JFK’s term, he increased troops in Vietnam from 900 to 16,000. After the assassination, he became the primary architect for the Vietnam War, although in 1967, he penned a memo to President Johnson recommending a troop freeze, end to all bombing and turning the ground war over to the South Vietnamese, a proposal rejected by Johnson. Later in life, he became president of the World Bank.
John McCone was a Berkeley graduate (like McNamara) and rose to the top of the American steel industry. He served on the Atomic Energy Commission and was alarmed when Israel’s nuclear installation in Negev began secretly producing materials for a nuclear bomb. Apparently, JFK appointed McCone to replace Dulles as the head of the CIA based largely on a fixation with monitoring Israel’s race to join the nuclear weapons club. After the assassination, McCone aided CIA’s efforts to conceal information pertinent to solving the crime.