Killing Kennedy: The Real Story

It’s astonishing how tight a lid the major media has kept on the JFK assassination over the last 50 years. As a long-time writer on the subject, I’ve taken particular note of the parade of fake whistleblowers luring the unsuspecting researchers into rabbit holes salted with time bombs. Every generation brings a new wave of manufactured disinfo and the noise-to-signal ratio has been immense. All the noise is evidence of a conspiracy. The media was consolidated into a private cartel prior to WWII and now serves propaganda and pablum, and no longer capable of investigating deep politics in America as they are wired into the national security state.

After more than five decades, however, like a scene out of The Bridge on the River Kwai, the muddy water is descending on the JFK assassination and exposing lines leading into JM/Wave, the CIA’s largest station outside Langley when Kennedy was killed, with over 2,000 professional mercenaries on its payroll. Once JFK approved a secret assassination program inside the station, that very same squad ended up killing him in a tragedy worthy of Sophocles or Shakespeare. The last remaining data dump of documents still being held for reasons was due out last year, and that release guaranteed new revelations, as well as new rabbit holes salted with time bombs, but, of course, the release was delayed once again for reasons of national security. Rest assured, this crime was committed by Ted Shackley, David Morales and John Roselli, among others, and covered-up by Allen Dulles, James Angleton and J. Edgar Hoover.

One of the more interesting dots I was recently able to connect was eyewitness Richard Carr’s testimony concerning two men he saw standing in the window of the 6th Floor Texas Book Depository during the assassination, and how much they resembled Ted Shackley and David Morales. Carr got a closer look a few minutes later, when he witnessed them exit the back of the building and jump into a waiting Rambler station wagon. Miraculously, Carr survived two assassination attempts and was even able to kill one of his assailants.

Whether you are new to the case, or a long-time researcher, you’ll find material in this book not covered anywhere else. As an insider in counterculture media, I was allowed a closer examination of many of the leading whistleblowers and concluded many were really spooks salting time bombs. I also believe the case needs to be distilled and not buried in a blizzard of details, so I try to keep the word length down to the minimum necessary to round all the necessary bases. Instead of letting the noise distract or mislead, I follow disinfo to its source, and study the structure of the disinfo matrix for clues. Everyone brings something to the table, especially the spooks.

Treasure of the Holy Grail

Act One: The Year is 5,000 BC

The Scythians are a bloodthirsty, slave-trading, warrior tribe and males and females use bows and arrows from birth with great accuracy. They travel in hemp-covered wagons, are fantastically tattooed all over from a young age, and wear golden armor. This is the tribe that invented the wheel, domesticated the horse, and forged the Silk Road from Europe to China.
Their coming-of-age ritual is to kill an enemy in battle and drink his hot blood from his skull cap. Not so difficult when you understand the enemy is on foot and carries a battle ax, while the Scythian rides a horse and shoots with a recumbent bow, the tommy gun of the steppes.
The skull cap is encased in gold and used for future ceremonies. The Scythians especially love sweat lodges fumigated with cannabis flowers. Herodotus documents their ritual of drinking blood from their enemy’s decapitated skull cap. Much later, this same grisley ritual will be observed in Italy, practiced by the pagan Lombards.
The Lombard skull cups had gold cradles and bases and were well-known and well documented.

The Scythians blind slaves they keep and send any offspring they produce to live with other clans. Children are raised in groups and do not know their actual parents, but treat all adults in the tribe as their parents. Anyone can make love with anyone, and a bow and quiver on the door of a wagon signifies copulation in progress.

One day, a young gay Scythian, who does not participate in battle, and who abhors the slave trade, discovers ground cannabis flowers mixed with hot milk has a greater effect than inhaling cannabis fumes in a sweat lodge, which is what everyone else is doing. He shares this concoction with his blind father and his father’s sight miraculously returns.
Golden cups are soon filled with cannabis and milk and not blood, thanks to revelations achieved through this new sacrament. The gay Scythian becomes the head Enaree, or shaman.
Act Two: The Year is 5,000 AD
The secrets of the young gay Scythian have long been lost, and the kingdom has been in perpetual war ever since. The king assembles his best knights and commands them to find the secret that will bring peace to the kingdom, which according to ancient legends is a golden grail held captive in a blackened forest.
The black forest is surrounded by a vast oil-drenched wasteland, guarded by a custodian called the Fisher King, who suffers from poisonous fumes emanating from the wasteland. One of the young knights manages to cross the wasteland alive without succumbing to its effects and gains entrance to the mysterious estate and soon discovers a princess bringing a golden cup to the ailing king in order to keep him alive. He discovers it is not really the cup that is important, but the medicine that goes inside.
The knight returns with the recipe for the sacrament and the concoction soon brings peace to the kingdom, while inspiring great creativity and frivolity.