George Govus

Nobody buys the "Bookhaut impersonated Ruby" theory? Asking for a friend.

Cool Hand Luke is coming on TCM just now.

I'm here all week!

She aged well! I'll see myself out.

Yes. My question, too. Except, sadly, I think the answer is obvious.

These creeps with umbrellas!

W. Niederhut, thanks for sharing. My father, Raymond Govus, served in the Army Air Force. He tried to be a pilot, but, his eyesight wasn't quite good enough, but good enough he was made a side-of-the-plane gunner on a B-24. His plane developed engine trouble on his 24th birthday, 13 February 45. The pilot thought he knew when the plane was back over Allied territory, but was wrong. After bailing out, my dad got captured and was a prisoner of war. The Germans cut him loose when they had to retreat. He had to live off the land in Germany for IIRC a couple of weeks and with the aid of regular folks until the advancing Allies caught him up. Here's his picture, the Germans took while he was P.O.W.

Oh, I know. And the cops don't care if they're filmed. Firing them just gives them more quality time to spend in Zoom sessions with their lawyers. Lock them up!

I've been thinking about Abbie Hoffman lately. What would Abbie do? So far, all I've got is this: we march in protest, carrying watermelons. We line up across from where the cops are, with their helmets and masks, and their badge numbers hidden, and their body cameras turned off, with their batons and mace and water cannons, and guns and tanks and helicopter gunships arrayed. Slowly, we lower our watermelons to the ground, and, gently, we roll them towards the cops.

W. Niederhut, thank you for that! Ruben Bolling has been a favorite cartoonist of mine from the get-go. This one had to go up on my fridge: https://boingboing.net/2019/09/25/lil-don-trump-and-how-the-co.html

Shakin' it over here, boss!

As if to lend support to this notion, the mouthpiece for the U.S. "intelligence community" was reported by my local paper yesterday to have indicated the opposite.

Paul, there's this in Introductions. That cat was giving me a shout-out, more than a name-check. If anything. Hi, everybody! I just turned sixty-one. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia. My parents moved there from the Northeast. My father worked as a distribution manager for a textile manufacturer. Said manufacturer moved to the South to avoid paying union wages (i guess). And then, of course, by the seventies, textile manufacturers, like so many others, moved operations offshore so they could pay people even less. Ah, capitalism. But, I digress. My father was going to be an artist before World War II. Kept at it while raising his family and holding down his manager job. Kept getting fired because he stood up for his workers. We relocated to the Low Country in South Carolina. After his manufacturing career, Dad provided for us by selling watercolors and pen-and-ink drawings. My mother was a secretary at another textile manufacturer until it shuttered. She applied so I earned a corporate-sponsored four-year academic scholarship. I earned my bachelor’s degree at UNC-Chapel Hill studying studio art and American literature. Making a living from art seemed too risky to me, although my professor, Marvin Saltzman, urged me to stick with it. I took a staff job at the university. I retired from that job in 2013 and currently live on my state pension. I am sidling up to making a side-line in art, principally cartooning. I’ve been married, amiably divorced, and live now with my partner of twenty-eight years in our home in North Carolina. We raise dogs. We have three large ones. One of my earlier memories is of standing in our living room watching a black-and-white TV display John F. Kennedy’s funeral procession. Over the years I read a thing or two about his life, and mysteries to do with his death. I’ve always been able to accommodate ambiguity. But, strange goings-on during the 2016 presidential election campaign brought me back around to JFK. Earlier this year I was thrilled to find this forum attended by so many great researchers. I’ve been lurking — a lot — so, I’m hoping I'm not to blame for the recent "user spike" trouble! I'll donate to help out as I can.

Robert M. name-checked me in a post, used a handle of mine which I haven't used here. Being so new here and all, I was shocked and pondered what to make of it. I can't think of a legit way anyone could have associated that pen name of mine with my real one here. "He" deleted that particular post very shortly after I first saw it. The poster's black and white photo avatar of a ruggedly handsome and vaguely recognizable face was replaced with a generic symbol.

Wow, thanks for heads-up. TCM almost bagged me the other day, showing Lana Turner movies. They ran PT-109 recently. I meant to, but failed to give alert. So, good on you. Definitely will record the 1960 documentary. Maybe I've seen some of that Gabriel movie before, without knowing the Hearst connection. Interesting. I made a point of getting Executive Action on DVD. The Candidate is good, and I should watch it again. Seven Days In May got out-done by reality. I enjoy watching it almost like I do Fail-Safe or Dr. Strangelove. My favorite political movie, though, is Bullworth.

I appreciate it! I think my packets are arriving by steamer.

Andrej, wow, serious props, yo. How about, Hero of Heroes, Roger Craig. I love you all! May dog once again bless this planet, especially it's problematic hairless apes.

I really need a score card. I'm familiar with what makes folks think REKABVJ is a scam artist. But, I only know of LLERREFM from her foundation's website, which I have been treating as a repository of factual records having to do with JFK's murder, and other historical controversies.

DJ, Jerry would have sure loved to miss this! Checking out in 1995 like he did, with a smile on his face when found dead?

http://www.vanityfair.com/style/2020/03/how-bob-dylans-new-jfk-song-helps-explain-2020 Can we learn something about our predicament from looking back at the Kennedy assassination? Is that where things really started to go wrong? Maybe. Maybe that’s why Dylan has finally decided to wrestle in public with the legacy of the decade he helped define.

The favorite Dylan show I saw was July 10, '87, in JFK Stadium in Philadelphia. Backed by my personal favorite band, the Grateful Dead. Garcia even broke out his pedal steel guitar for "I'll Be Your Baby Tonight." Now I wonder if Dylan had a hand in them playing that venue in particular. The Dead returned to JFK stadium in 1989. It was noticeably in poor shape. For an encore they played "Knocking On Heaven's Door." That was the last performance, the stadium was condemned just days later.

No one yet knows the vector of the two confirmed cases in my largely-rural county in central North Carolina. The state is saying there's a third case, but, the county health director says that isn't so. It dawned on me I do possess another disposable JFKA book, Mary's Mosaic. I read the remaindered, hardback first edition. Then I just had to order the second edition paperback new. Only to find out the second edition was necessary because Janney had to retract accusations in the first edition. That took the bloom off the rose quite a bit. And then I read Jim DiEugenio's takedown. So that's two volumes ready at hand. I know, too, Jim hasn't much use for fictional works treading on JFKA topics. To paraphrase, he said there being so much disinformation out there, it was like further corruption. Which I totally get. And, while I don't think Libra was silly, I can't say I liked that take on the case very much. Unfortunately for me, I bought the E-book edition of Stephen King's 11-22-63. Could. not. put. it. down. fast. enough. Proper disposal is beyond my technical ability. Doubling down on the Mary Meyer story is The Lost Diary of M, current hardback from, gasp, Harper, fiction by Paul Wolfe, discounted off list price at Hamilton Book: "She was a longtime lover of JFK, the ex-wife of a CIA chief, and the sister in law of the Washington Post's Ben Bradlee. And she ended up dead in an unsolved murder a year after JFK's assassination. The diary she kept was never found--until now." https://www.hamiltonbook.com/the-lost-diary-of-m-hardbound

Someone, after arranging a sniper's nest on the sixth floor of the TSBD, and opening the corner window onto Elm, and sticking a rifle out of the TSDB at 12:15, does not ever open the sixth floor corner window onto Houston? Your suggested trajectory, Colm, would also mean the shooter would have liked the top half of the window facing Houston to be open. Perhaps someone knows if the top portions of those windows could even be opened. Jim Marrs said the bottom portions could not be opened very much. And radiator pipes, or some such, occlude peripheries. It goes without saying that there was no shattered glass or bullet hole in the window looking out at the corner of Houston and Elm. And, of course, that window looking down Houston as it approaches Elm is the sniper's beauty spot in the TSBD, am I right?

My bargain-hunting sweetie, A.K.A. Internet Woman, has been in the habit for some time of buying t.p. in bulk, like, once a year. We are somewhat well situated as a result. She informs me that dreaded Amazon, along with it's infected warehouse workers, will ship you a portable bidet for around eleven bucks.

https://www.wral.com/deputies-pull-over-stolen-trailer-full-of-toilet-paper/19020773/