Tangled up in Spooks: The Bob Dylan Story

It would be difficult to describe the impact the cinema-verite masterpiece “Don’t Look Back,” made on my teenage psyche when first viewed in the summer of 1968 at the Illini Student Union. Bob Dylan had already transformed my generation with some inspiring folk-rock anthems when this glimpse behind the curtain appeared and made clear our hero was flawed, as heroes should be according to Aristotle. Dylan had plugged into the folk revival and rearranged some classics with contemporary lyrics, and since some of these concerned subjugation of the masses, the civil rights movement fit right into the paradigm, igniting the imaginations of kids everywhere, transforming Dylan into a lighting rod for social evolution. Almost overnight, he went from unknown to most famous songwriter in America. And when avatars like that appear, they draw spooks, because spooks seek influence over centers of psychic gravity. Creative energy and spirituality go hand-in-hand, as any student of improvisational theater can attest.

But Dylan soon disappeared and everything written about him became speculation, and rumors ran wild. I can’t pretend to have penetrated this world, but I do have some thoughts formulated over the decades.

No one attached themselves more firmly to Dylan than A.J. Weberman, who famously revealed the contents of the songwriter’s garbage, which is when the world discovered he was dabbling in hard drugs. Not only did Weberman hound Dylan physically and emotionally, he compiled a convoluted analysis of Dylan’s lyrics claiming to have broken a secret code that revealed Dylan was a Manchurian Candidate puppet who required liberation from his controllers. “Dylan’s brain belongs to the people, not to the pigs!!” shrieked Weberman, ignoring the obvious fact Dylan’s brain belongs to Dylan and nobody else. Weberman would soon write a book about the JFK assassination that correctly fingered the CIA for fomenting the heinous act, but built the thesis around E. Howard Hunt as mastermind, and never once mentioned James Angleton or Allen Dulles.

Weberman’s crowning evidence was unleashing pictures of the so-called three tramps, falsely claiming one was Hunt. In truth, Hunt was sent to Dallas that day, but did not participate, if you believe his death bed confession, which claimed Ted Shackley did it. Years later, during the Congressional investigation, the Spotlight would claim Angleton sent a memo to Helms wondering how they were going to explain Hunt being in Dallas. Or maybe not, since only two people claimed to have seen this memo, and one was Weberman, while the other was CIA. Fingering Hunt as instigator was a blind alley, but ignited Weberman’s book sales. When the Oliver Stone movie came around Ed Rosenthal’s Quick Trading republished the book and continued the hoodwink Hunt was grandmaster of the deed.

Mark Mordechai Levy, a close associate of Weberman’s, ran the militant JDO spin-off from Irv Rubin’s JDL. Levy tried to murder Rubin following the split when Rubin attempted to serve a subpoena on him. The bullets missed and wounded an innocent bystander. Levy served 18 months on a 4 1/2 year sentence for attempted murder. Obviously, Weberman and Levy have spook links and no doubt enjoy access to insider information. If you ask Weberman about 9/11, he’ll tell you Osama did it just like the Pentagon. Going through a target’s garbage is spook ops 101 and always has been.

To visit a completely different social strata, I was fascinated by Dylan’s 2004 autobiography (Chronicles, Volume One), especially by Dylan’s encounters with Archibald McLeish, prominent member of Yale’s powerful and highly secretive Order of Skull & Bones and former OSS operative. Broadway producer Stuart Ostrow had a massive hit with “1776” and wanted to follow-up with a musical remake of “The Devil and Daniel Webster” by Stephen Vincent Benet, with McLeish penning the script and Dylan providing the music and lyrics. Ostrow’s version of events differs significantly from Dylan’s, and the reason is obvious: At least three songs on Dylan’s comeback album “New Morning” were written for this production, but after a few meetings and some disagreements, Dylan dropped out of the project. Without Dylan’s music, it flopped, closing after three performances. Perhaps Dylan saw the flop coming as he writes: “MacLeish tells me about J.P. Morgan, the financier, that he was one of the six or eight persons at the beginning of the century who owned all of America…the play was dark, painted a world of paranoia, guilt and fear—it was all blacked out and met the atomic age head on, reeked of foul play….this play was up to something and I didn’t think I wanted to know….”

Undoubtedly, there were many more attempts from many angles to get a piece of Bob Dylan, and these but two examples. Dylan removing himself far from political and social spheres of influence was likely the only way to end the predatory intrusions into his life.

In 1966, Bob Dylan disappeared from public life, a response to being branded “the voice of his generation.” In fact, he’d been surrounded by spooks and predators of all stripes after seizing the center of gravity on a coming social revolution. Dylan sensed truth tellers were not going to be treated nicely by the masters of war, and sought protection in obscurity. The songs were no longer about making social change in our time, but about long-gone American history, as in John Wesley Hardin.

In 1971, when he resurfaced, he was asked about his obsession with the Kennedy assassination, and claimed he wasn’t obsessed, and the proof was, he never wrote a song about the event. Well, we know now that may have not been exactly true. Dylan may have been working on Murder Most Foul for a long time. But he wasn’t ready to make it public until we reached a national crisis of significant proportion to Kennedy’s killing. Born in 1941, Dylan is not technically a boomer, but like many boomers, was transformed into Hamlet. And like Hamlet, wavered with indecision.

In 1991, I wrote the first national magazine article on how the CIA assassinated the president. Little did I know this article, which I considered so groundbreaking, would sound the death knell on my journalism career. That’s another story, but rest assured, truth telling against the CIA is not permitted in the mainstream.

Dylan will be 80 soon, and could be feeling his mortality, and this song may be his attempt to wash his hands of the event that stole the soul of the nation. Hopefully, a new generation will take the song seriously enough to look into the real forces that have shaped our wars of invasion over the decades since Kennedy died while trying to end a planned war in Vietnam, which was largely fought over oil and opium, and not to end the spread of communism. The spread of communism in America was always run by James Angleton since being founded by intelligence agent John Reed.

There’s no doubt Dylan has been a student of the assassination but he’s not interested in identifying the perps, who are now long dead, but charting the impact on our collective unconscious, our media, and the trajectory of our social identity. It was a dark day in Dallas, November ’63.

Who’s Obama’s Daddy?

I don’t watch much TV anymore since I much prefer Netflix and Amazon Prime so I can program my own entertainment, and when I checked into Amazon last night, I noticed the number two watched movie right now is about President Obama’s alleged real father, a communist party organizer named Frank Marshall Davis. The film also goes into great detail regarding Obama’s grandfather, Stanley Dunham, and his long association with the CIA. Although the mainstream media is ignoring this feature-length documentary, it’s quickly becoming one of the most-watched films on the internet.

The film was made by a mysterious figure named Joel Gilbert, who, far as I know, is no relation to Josh Gilbert, who made AKA Tommy Chong. Until now, Gilbert was mostly known for making low-budget documentaries about Bob Dylan. In this regard he reminds me of A.J. Weberman, who was obsessed with decoding Dylan’s work as well as inspecting his garbage. Since Dylan once captured the center of energy on the counterculture revolution, he remains an important icon in the minds of some baby boomers like me. Weberman would later accuse Howard Hunt of being one of the three tramps in Dallas when JFK was assassinated and wrote a book that unveiled the CIA’s involvement in the assassination for the first time, although Hunt was just a rabbit hole. Hunt was in Dallas that day, but as an observer, and it was James Angleton’s idea to dangle him as the “paymaster” and brains behind the assassination. That was a deflection away from Ted Shackley, who worked under Angleton and really served in that role.

Which brings me to this current film. I strongly suspect some very powerful organization, maybe even the CIA, is behind this current documentary. It’s an exercise in fear-mongering and is being hyped by Alex Jones, who we all know is a disinfo plant, right?

However, there’s obviously a lot of truth being revealed in the film. After watching it, I suspect Obama’s real father may have even been an undercover secret agent himself, as communism was a scam from day one, fomented from within Freemasonry and supported by some of the world’s richest bankers. Just as Hitler had to be brought in to disrupt the Weimar Republic’s dangerous emerging democracy, Lenin was brought in to shift the direction of the Russian Revolution away from democracy and into a dictatorship that could easily be controlled.

Also, I’ve always suspected the Weather Underground was an op to turn the non-violent counterculture revolution toward violence. In situations like this, the bombs are usually provided by an FBI informant, similar to the way the FBI disrupted the Earth First! movement in the 1980s.

Obviously, the film was engineered to hide the truth in plain site. And someone paid for millions of copies of the DVD to be distributed free to the battleground states as Obama was running for his second term. The film plays on old fears that a communist conspiracy is secretly taking power in this country, when, in fact, the real conspiracy is that communism itself is a complete scam, a managed dialectic devised to capture the center of energy on any emerging democratic movements around the world.

The Communist Party of the USA was created by John Reed, who came from a very rich family high up in the oligarchy. When Reed went to Mexico, he wrote a book about Pancho Villa and his army, and managed to never once mention marijuana, even though it was probably Pancho’s favorite substance since he disapproved of alcohol but could almost always be found with a stogie in his mouth. Reed knew this stogie was not tobacco, but failed to mention the importance of cannabis to that revolution, even though Villa’s marching song (La Cucaracha) was about marijuana.

If you look closely into the Communist movement in the US, you’ll find a lot of rich people and bankers behind the scenes. Setting up dialectical forces is what it’s all about because if you don’t set up these forces, you run the risk of a real opposition being set up against you.

By the way, the Obama story actually started four years ago, watch this:

The Three Tramps

Thanks to Lee Bowers, an alert railroad employee with an unobstructed view of the parking lot next to Dealey Plaza during the JFK assassination, three men fleeing the scene and hiding in a boxcar in the train yards were picked up and escorted to the nearest police facility, where they were apparently released without being photographed or fingerprinted, an unexplained oversight that should have raised numerous red flags immediately. Bowers would later testify that he heard three shots, one coming from the grassy knoll and two from the mouth of the triple underpass. Bowers died a few years later, before public awareness of the three suspicious men emerged. The men are not mentioned anywhere in the Warren Commission Report, although seven pictures were taken of them by three different photographers. (Similarly, the 9/11 Commission ignored the bizarre collapse of Building 7.)

Anyone with knowledge of law enforcement procedures recognizes something is amiss with these policemen, who seem little interested in the men they are escorting, one of whom carries a large paper sack, and all of whom must be considered suspects in just having murdered the President of the United States. Although known today as “The Tramps,” they were clean-shaven, wore nice clothes and expensive shoes.

Charles Harrelson (center) smiles.

This shot clearly shows the three faces. Notice the woman in the background holds her hand over her mouth. Apparently, she believes JFK’s killers are being paraded before her, while one of them smiles with satisfaction. It is hard to imagine under what circumstances someone in custody would be allowed to carry a paper bag or why such important suspects would not be handcuffed as they were found hiding immediately after the assassination.

In the late sixties, Richard Sprague and Bernard Fensterwald formed the Committee to Investigate Assassinations (CITA). Sprague was a photographic buff who’d assembled the largest private collection of JFK photos and became attached to just about every investigation, from Garrison to Congress. One of his more bizarre theories was that a dart had been fired out of an umbrella, and that was the source of Kennedy’s neck wound and real cause of death.

In Illinois, where I grew up, the most brilliant conspiracy researcher was Sherman Skolnick, who’d brought down a federal judge in Chicago before becoming immersed and entangled in the JFK psyops. Although his research remains impeccable, Sherman had a bit of a blind eye on Mossad elements, tending to blame most drug trafficking on the Queen of England. In reality, presidents and heads of state are largely ceremonial and not typically involved in planning or executing the complex war plans, operations that begin with the beating of a psyop drum. Study all the characters who came out of the woodwork to collect and control information on the JFK assassination, because most of them turn out to be spooks, and in hindsight Sherman appears to be one of the few that wasn’t.

CITA held their conference on the anniversary of the JFK assassination in 1973, and upon arrival Skolnick began verbally attacking Fensterwald, accusing him of being a CIA stooge and holding these conferences to find out what real researchers like him were uncovering. At the time, Fensterwald was defending Watergate burglar James McCord, the suspected CIA mole inside CREEP’s plumbers, and Skolnick demanded an independent panel. He got it. But when Skolnick’s panel began, a kook named Amos Hickock began raving about assassination links to the KGB and also announced the Three Tramps were Hunt, Barker and Sturgis of recent Watergate fame. The links from the Kennedy assassination to Watergate were just surfacing, and this was certainly an explosive allegation that tore through the research community like a tornado!

Here’s a little-known factoid: Four pictures of the Three Tramps were first published in Computers and Automation in an article by Richard Sprague on the same day the Watergate burglary appeared in print in the Washington Post.

Also attending that conference in 1973 was A.J. Weberman, who would soon team up with a former McGovern staffer to write a book called Coup d’etat In America. Weberman was a real character. One of the original Zippies, he was also a huge pot dealer on New York’s Lower East Side, and used some profits to help fund a military training camp for potential Mossad agents in the Catskills. Weberman operated with near-impunity for decades before he got ratted out by a former associate who turned State’s evidence and gave up the info on his secret Dutch bank account. After serving his time, Weberman wanted to immigrate to Israel, but couldn’t take the theocracy and quickly moved back to New York, where he seems to be a dirty tricks operative for the Democratic Party these days. When asked about Mossad connections to 9/11, Weberman explodes and orders me to leave the country while accusing me of being “a self-hating Jew.” Real independent research does not seem to be in the forefront of his activity list these days.

Chip Berlet is a close associate of Weberman. And when Weberman was researching his book on the JFK assassination in Washington DC, he often stayed at Berlet’s apartment. His real name, by the way, is John Foster Berlet, son of Reserve Army Lt. Col. George Numa Berlet. Berlet mostly spent the late sixties and early seventies photographing tens of thousands of demonstrators at peace and/or pot rallies, something that surely would have been a valuable resource for intel.

And suspiciously enough, Berlet was on the staff for the CIA-infested and controlled National Student Association, while his mentor, David Ifshin would go on to become general counsel for the American Israel Public Affairs Council (AIPAC). Meanwhile, Berlet evolved into the primary mainstream source for debunking conspiracy theories involving the Federal Reserve.

David Ifshin.

Berlet invented the word “conspiracism,” a fake disease that one day may be enough to get us all locked up on psyche wards for not believing the official stories handed down by the major media to explain events like JFK assassination or 9/11. Berlet has helped construct the future modern inquisition, where independent researchers become excommunicated agents of the devil just for holding heretical beliefs.

The upshot of Weberman’s book was that two of the Three Tramps were Hunt and Sturgis.

Thus the Three Tramps photos became an opening salvo of disinfo on the CIA’s Watergate misdirection operations. Watergate was actually a CIA-sponsored coup against Nixon, who had little clue of the forces rallied against him, just as JFK had little clue of the CIA-sponsored trap he drove into in Dealey Plaza that day.

Weberman claims to have solved the case in 1975, and in a way, he did, for the book speculated that the head of counterintelligence of the CIA headed the assassination, and it was run through an executive action program initially set-up with mostly Cuban exiles, and the reason they killed Kennedy was because he was working towards peace instead of war. Weberman didn’t mention anyone by name (except Hunt and Sturgis), which seems odd, especially since the head of counterintelligence was well-known at the time: James Angleton. However, Weberman’s basic outline of the facts in 1975 was completely correct and later in life he would target Angleton as an instigator. But by insisting Hunt and Sturgis were the shooters, and that the Tramps photo proved this, Weberman, in fact, created a rabbit hole that sucked up most of the research community. It would take years for the real Tramps identity to emerge.

The tall tramp turned out to be Charles Harrelson, while the old man tramp turned out to be a forger for Meyer Lansky. Meanwhile, the Silvia Odio incident (which proved a conspiracy beyond Oswald) was documented in the book, but never really picked up on and run with until Anthony Summers came along many years later.

If anything, Hunt and Sturgis were used to deflect attention away from the real killers. They were fixers and experts in propaganda and disinfo. Sturgis was probably to the JFK assassination as Lt. Vreeland was to 9/11.